Phan Oneshots

Bluebells

Summary: Dan just really wants to put flowers in Phil's hair.
Word Count: 2,498
Warnings: none
A/N: Hello! I've had this image in my head of Phil with flowers in his hair for like 2 months straight and obv i needed to write about it since I can't do art. This whole fic is basically just me gushing about how beautiful Phil is and I'm not even ashamed. You can find the audiofic for this fic at the top of the page (:

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There is a boy that makes Dan yearn to weave flowers into his hair every time he sees him. There is a boy with pale skin as white as snow and pretty blue eyes the colour of Bluebells. He has hair like the night sky and it sometimes glimmered in the light to form little galaxies. He wanted to thread Baby's Breath through those pretty raven locks until his hair matches the colour of his eyes.

It was an addiction, an anomaly, something that does not normally cross Dan's mind. Usually, he doesn't see someone and want to thread flowers through their hair. Usually, he doesn't think about flowers at all.

But then he saw him and he couldn't stop himself from going home and studying the names of flowers that reminded Dan of him. Hyacinths and Marigold and Sweet Peas and Lavender, all melding into one to make the most beautiful man Dan had ever laid eyes on.

He sat in front of Dan in Philosophy and he twirled his pen in his fingers as the professor rambled about existentialism. Occasionally he would run a hand through his pretty black hair and Dan would watch and wish it were his hands instead. Although, his hands were pretty too, so delicate and soft, and Dan's own hands would probably swallow them whole.

He was a Sunflower, a friendly giant with soft, fragile petals. Ones that reflected bright sunshine and general happiness. He was a daffodil, one that brightens the room and makes everyone think, the sun is always shining when I'm with you.

His name was Phil, as he corrected the professor when they called him Philip. It was a name that surprisingly fit, one that burned into the Dan's brain like a brand. He wanted to whisper the name into Phil's skin as he twirled daisies into his hair.

Was that strange? Probably. But Dan's learned by now that all of the best experiences come from just a little bit of strangeness.

The first time he did it, Dan didn't know what he was thinking. He'd come across a little patch of starlets and thought of blue eyes and black hair, and before he could think anything of it, he was tearing one from the stem. He twirled it around between his fingers as he walked to class, his eyes drawn the the delicacy of such a flower, the bright blue colouring that made everything else look dull in comparison.

When he sat in his seat, even earlier than his Philosophy professor had been, he didn't dare take his eyes away. He didn't look away from the small blossom until a certain boy plopped into the seat in front of him. Dan watched in awe as Phil reached into his backpack, pulling out his notebook. The notebook had little cacti all over it and it made Dan smile slightly because this guy was just way too cute and Dan was absolutely enamoured.

Before he could even think twice about it, Dan was leaning forward. He didn't tap on the boy's shoulder, didn't speak to him, didn't do anything to really draw Phil's attention. But he did place that starlet into Phil's hair, unable to help himself. The blue flower was such a nice accent to Phil's hair, and Dan felt himself fall for the boy all over again.

Phil froze, as did Dan. His mind was screaming at him, asking him why he'd done something so horribly creepy, but he couldn't take it back and Phil was definitely going to hate him and think he was weird.

But Phil didn't turn around to give Dan a dirty look, didn't spit out horrible words about how Dan was weird and creepy. No, he only reached up with his hand and touched the petals with pale, slender fingers. Dan couldn't see the expression on Phil's face, but judging by the way Phil didn't remove the flower, instead just letting his hand drop to his desk, Dan reckoned he could assume that he wasn't too terribly upset about it.