Phan Fluff One-Shots

Any Change In Time

By: kitchen_sinks on ao3

Word count: 6,276

Summary: Dan just wanted a tattoo, but somehow he ended up with a boyfriend.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Chris for what felt like the millionth time. "You know you can always back out if you want to."

"I told you, I've made up my mind and I'm not backing out," said Dan adamantly. He skimmed his sweaty palms over his white jeans, willing his fingers to stop their trembling. "I'm just a bit jittery."

Chris bit his lip and shifted the car into park. "Okay," he said tentatively. "I'll be looking around some of the other shops, so when you're done just give me a call and I'll walk over."

Dan took a quick look in the car mirror, adjusting his delicate flower crown and smoothing it over his sleek brown hair before opening the car door. "I'll see you soon," he grinned, leaning in the car window. Chris waved as he switched gears and peeled out to search for better parking, and Dan was left alone under the neon blue sign flashing "Touch of Ink Tattoos." His stomach churned a bit as he pushed open the swinging door. A soft bell dinged and he was greeted by a bright eyed girl with dark lipstick and shoulder length silver hair.

"Hi welcome to Touch of Ink!" She exclaimed, motioning him towards the desk. Dan took in the scattering of intricate tattoos across her arms and the variety of piercings decorating her nose, lips, and ears. He suddenly felt very, very naked with his simple single piercing and blank skin.

"My name's Cat, is there something I could help you with?"

Dan tore his eyes away from a particularly colorful tattoo of a mermaid with a teal tail and dragged his eyes back to the girl.

"Yeah um... I'm here to ah, get a tattoo."

Cat beamed at him and enthusiastically asked, "Sure! Did you have an appointment or...?"

Shit, why didn't he set up an actual appointment? He'd been so wrapped up in his nerves that it hadn't really occurred to him to.

"Ah, no actually," he cringed. "I was hoping maybe you had a spot available? Sorry I didn't call ahead."

She rooted around in her desk before emerging with a crumpled schedule. Bright red nails skimmed across the paper, until she looked up at him and piped, "Actually, it looks like Phil's free right now! If you're ready he can do your tattoo for you."

Dan's throat constricted before he took a deep breath through his nose and out through his mouth. He could do this. He was determined.

"Alright." He tried to sound calm and collected but the nervous sweat that was beginning to pool probably suggested otherwise.

She directed him into the back and he made his way over to Phil's workspace. It was small but comfortable, and in the corner a man with dark blue fringe was sketching with a pen and paper.

The man looked a little bit older than him, and he had deep blue eyes that immediately made Dan's already-nervous heart pump even faster. His ivory skin contrasted beautifully with the colorful assortment of tattoos coating his arms and snaking up to an incredible black-ink dragon tattoo, it's gaping maw split into a ferocious roar across his neck. When he smiled, Dan's eyes were drawn to the silver snakebites piercing his lip.

Phil gave Dan a once over, taking in the white jeans, lavender sweater, and the soft pink flower crown encircling his dark hair and paused a moment, clearing his throat before smiling again and asking, "Is there something I can help you with?"