phan oneshots

soul mates

in which dan and phil are soul mates, and therefore share a telepathic connection. but phil lester is bullied, and sometimes a voice in his head simply isn't enough.

third person:

phil lester walked quickly with his head down through the empty, dimly-lit hallway. the sound of his footsteps resonated, disrupting the shortlived silence that consumed the space, filling it close to overflowing. he knew he shouldn't have gone that way, they always lurked in those parts of school, haunting the halls just as they haunted phil's every thought. he heard their loud voices bouncing from the walls and echoing around in his head. except this time, it wasn't simply his mind playing tricks. phil barely caught a glimpse of them before he turned to run, but his fate had already been deeply carved into the plethora of lonely trees belonging to the forest that constantly surrounded his exhausted mind.

a harsh hand grabbed phil's frail shoulder roughly and pushed him into the cold lockers behind him, forcing all the air to quickly leave his pained lungs. he gasped for air, finding himself face to face with his worst nightmare. "what are you doing here, fag?" kyle spat, still crushing the fragile boy between his strong forearm and the lockers. phil said nothing, he simply looked at the dirty floor and wished it would swallow him whole.

'dan, h-help.'

dan was phil's soul mate. in this world everyone has a soul mate; somebody they are destined to be with and therefore, they have a telepathic connection. it may seem impossible, but it meant that they could speak to each other through thought, despite the fact that they had never actually met.

phil hadn't had the best childhood, his parents divorced when he was 6 and when he came out gay at the age of 13 the whole school turned against him.

he had never really had any friends other than dan; nobody seemed to understand him or connect with him the way dan could. but when he came out there wasn't a day that went by where he wasn't beat or abused verbally.

the only person he had left was dan; his sweet guardian angel who helped him through everything, no matter what.

'phil? is everything okay?'

't-they're gonna hurt me again dan.' phil's thoughts were erratic, but he tried to concentrate on dan's soothing voice. he struggled in an attempt to escape kyle's tight grasp but was only met by a cruel fist coliding with his pale jaw. he kicked phil's shin, inevitably leaving a bruise, before releasing his shoulders and allowing the whimpering boy to crumple to the floor. 'dan w-what do i do?'

by now tears were streaming down his slightly flushed cheeks leaving glittering trails of misery, which he covered by hiding his face in his knees as he cowered away. 'hey, it's okay baby i'm here, don't worry. everything will be okay just concentrate on my voice -'
he recieved a few more careless kicks before kyle and his following stalked away, laughing as they did.

phil was beaten the majority of days and dan was always the one that cheered him up, kept him going.

'how bad is it this time?'

phil lifted his suddenly extremely heavy head and examined his aching limbs. they were covered in both fresh and healing cuts alike, along with an array of bruises.

he brought his shaking hand to his face. dried blood had collected below his nose, his jaw felt stiff and his bottom lip felt painful and swollen. 'not too bad i don't think, nothing that won't heal in a few days.'

'i'm so sorry phil. they're all twats, you know? please ignore them, at least try.'

'i do dan i really do, but it's so h-hard.' phil choked, his voice desperate and raw with hurt. 'even when they aren't here their words stay, and they f-fucking hurt.'