Phan oneshots

Late

Requested by happyhowl
Warnings: Super fluffff
Also that phanart kills me T_T
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"Gosh darn it," Phil mutters, staring down at the black screen of his phone. He pats his pockets, searching for his charger only to remember he had left it at his parent's house. He had left to go visit them, leaving Dan at home at their flat. He had told Dan he would be back around 12ish, but those plans were changed. For 20 minutes earlier a voice on the train had announced that, "Mechanical difficulties have arisen and it will be a while until they are fixed."

He sighs as he sits on the train, tired and wanting nothing more than to go home. He looks over someone's shoulder at their phone, which read 10:23 PM. He anxiously nibbles his lip, knowing that every second he wasn't home when he said he was going to be was an eternity of worrying for his husband, Dan.

"Unfortunately, a professional mechanic has estimated several hours until the train will be safe to use," Came the professionally polite voice over the speakers. Groans and curses fill the train as people stand and shove their way off the train.

Phil groans again and stands up, trying to push his way into the exodus of people. He would just have to wait then, as this was the last train heading for his home tonight. He looks around the almost empty station before finding a metal bench to sit on. He lays down on the bench with a sigh, his back cracking and stretching. He closes his eyes for a moment. Only enough to give his eyes a rest...

~Time Skip (Way to go Phil)~

Phil awakes with a jerk as a loud train hoot rings through his head. He bolts up and looks around, panicking slightly. Why was he at the train station? How did he get- Then he remembered his train getting delayed. His relief was short lived as he remembered that he was supposed to be on the train.

He looks widely around, trying to see if his train has already left. The train that sounded the hoot was on the tracks, obviously about to leave. It was below platform 9. (And three-quarters) He quickly dug through his pocket, looking for his ticket. He found it, crumpled, and read the platform number. 9. He laughs with relief at how lucky he had gotten. Imagine if he hasn't woken up before his train left. He made sure he had all his things before sprinting to the train, slightly awkwardly as his back hurt from the hard bench.

He got on the train and not a moment later the doors shut. He slumped into a seat, not even checking the seat for suspicious stains first. He pulls his phone out and presses the home button, only to remember it died. All at once he was worried, thinking of how Dan was doing.

He turned to his right. A man sat there, on his phone. "Excuse me," Phil says quietly, hoping to not attract attention from anyone else on the train. He need not worry however, as the people looked very tired and not eager to deal with anyone else. The man, who didn't look exactly welcoming, turned to look at him with a frown.

"Whadya want?" He grunts in a rough, unpleasant voice.

"I- uhm- Do you know what time it is? My phone died and-"

"12:27," the man says sharply and without another word turns back to his phone. Phil was tempted to ask him if he could borrow his phone to call Dan, but the man looked like he would bite his head off if he so much uttered a word to him. So he quietly sat on the train, foot bouncing up and down in anxiety. He knew that Dan had probably gone to bed worried out of his mind. He felt bad for worrying him, but there wasn't anything he could do.

This was going to be a long trip.

~Time Skip~

Phil was stood before the train stopped, his luggage held tightly, ready to get back home. It was almost 3am by the stations clock, and he could barely keep his eyes open. But the thought of Dan kept them open.

Phil got out of the undergrounds, got to the road, and in a taxi. Excitement was mixing with worry, making it impossible to sit still in the taxi. He kept twitching around which way he was sitting, and couldn't keep his eyes on one thing for more than a few seconds.

Finally the driver dropped him off at his apartment, he hastily paid him and grabbed his stuff. He dashed as quickly as he could through the front door, about the only time he would ever run. He got to the elevator and impatiently tapped his foot as it arrived. He couldn't help but slightly pace in the elevator, nervous about what state Dan would be in when he arrived. He would probably not he having a very fitful sleep. Phil hoped it wasn't full of nightmares.

Once the elevator dinged open, Phil once again began his mad dash through the halls. He arrived at his door, breathless. He knocked on the door once before remembering that Dan was asleep. He began looking through his pockets for his key when the door was flung open. Before he could even look up someone was jumping on him and wrapping their legs around his waist. Their arms are flung around his back. Phil stumbles back and falls under the weight. He lands on the ground with an "Oof!" and looks up to see who jump attacked him.

It was Dan. Probably. He was hardly recognizable. His hair was frizzy and stuck up everywhere, and sweat clung to his sideburns. His eyes were red and teary, tear tracks on his face looking permanent. He looked more pale than usual.

Before Phil could say something, warm lips were smashed against his. It was a very fast kiss, filled with hunger and love. Dan's hands grabbed onto whatever he could reach of Phil; his hair, his face, his arms, chest, hands. It was as if Dan was making sure he was truly there and never intending to let him go.

Finally they parted, panting. Phil stared into Dan's red and puffy eyes. "Dan it's 3am, why are you still awake?"

"Why am I still awake? Where have you been for the past 3 hours?!" Dan asks, looking both relieved and angry. He sits up so he's kneeling and straddling Phil.

"My-my train got delayed!" Phil says, feeling extremely bad that Dan had spent 3 hours worrying about him.

"Oh did it now? That doesn't explain why you never responded to my calls! I must've called you at least 40 times!" Dan says, now fully glaring down at Phil.

Phil shrinks under his gaze, knowing Dan deserves to be mad at him. "It-it died an-and I left my phone charger at my parents.." he mumbles. Dan sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He puts his arms under Phil's back before sliding back and pulling Phil up with him. He stands before offering a hand down to Phil, a small smile on his lips. Phil takes the hand and Dan hoists him to his feet before entangling him in a tight hug. He grabs the back of Phil's shirt, taking in the feeling of him in his arms. Truth be told, he never thought he would ever feel his husband's embrace ever again.

Phil yawns against Dan neck, and Dan pulls away from the hug with a smile. "Come on, let's go to bed," he says, taking his hand gently. He leads him, and his luggage, into their room. They change out of their pajamas and climb into bed. Dan wraps his arms around Phil from behind and holds him close, his hair tickling his face. But the smell of his hair was so familiar, so comforting, he didn't brush it away. Dan didn't close his eyes until he heard Phil's soft snores, and then he smiled.

His home was finally home.