Warning ⚠️ this chapter contains smut and slight swearing if you do not want to read the smut part I will put a warning sign where that part starts because the rest of it is pretty damn cute.
pastel d&p
dan gets beat up and phil notices and beats the hell out of the bully, then takes dan home and "cleans up his cuts" (aka cheeky bum secks)
Punch after punch was hurled into the small pastel boys stomach. Dan was thrown up against the lockers as his bully pounded his rough fists against his tiny frame.
"You're such a fag, you deserve this." The bully snarled in Dan's face.
He flinched as the man pushed him onto the ground and started kicking him as Dan wailed defenselessly.
Dan quickly closed his eyes, waiting for another painful kick, but he didn't receive one. He opened his chocolate brown eyes confusedly as he realized that someone was beating up his bully.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" A dark haired boy asked as he rammed dan's bully against the lockers.
He continuously pounded him until he fell to the floor in great pain.
The man who has stood up for Dan turned around. That was when Dan finally took in his appearance.
He had a dark fringe dyed blueish-black, contrasting with his pale skin and dark clothing. He had piercings on his ears, eyebrow, nose, lip, everywhere Dan looked had piercings.
He reached out his hand for Dan to take with a sympathetic sad smile.
"Phil Lester."
Phil was mesmerized by the small boy. He looked up and down, particularly interested in his pastel pink flower crown on top of his mop of chocolate brown curls.
He was fucking gorgeous.
Dan slowly reached up for his hand as "Phil" pulled him up.
"D-dan Howell." He replied unsurely.
Phil took Dan's hand in his own and asked if he could walk without too much pain.
Dan had nodded after blushing, not wanting to bother him further even though with every step he took he was seething in agony.
Phil seemed to notice as he stopped walking, placed one hand on Dan's back and the only under his knees. Dan squealed as Phil was carrying him bridal style.
"W-where are we g-going?" He questioned.
"Is the nurses office okay?"
Dan quickly shook his head no, knowing his father would beat him for "getting into another fight" even though Dan was clearly too small to take on any fight and actually have some sort of a chance.
"My house then."
Dan's cheeks flushed dark red as he hid his face in Phil's shoulder. Phil smirked knowingly but drew patterns on Dan's back as he bought him to his car.
As they drove Phil placed a hand on Dan's lap and muttered sweet words into his ears when the pain got too bad.
When they arrived at Phil's small apartment he strode to the passengers side of the car, unbuckling Dan, before scooping him up in his muscular arms and bringing him into his lovely abode.
