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“Hey guys, so today I have something very special for you, and no, I don’t mean I’m going to be reading erotic fanfiction of me and a dog.” Dan gestured with a wave towards the camera, and sighed dramatically. “You guys will just have to wait until Christmas. But! I promise you’ll like this!” He flung both arms off to the left side, and looked towards it expectantly.
“Um, should I come in now?” Phil asked from off screen, and Dan suppressed a chuckle.
“Yes, Phil.”
“Hey guys!” Phil flopped onto Dan’s bed.
“Well, yep.” Dan looked at Phil. “I’ve got my guardian angel.” Phil waved. “Now, I know what you guys are thinking, and yes, he has a channel.” Dan held his palm up flat for him to later edit in a link. “But you guys have to promise to not spoil this innocent handsome beautiful attractive cute darling ray of sunshine muffin-” Shit. Did I just say that out loud? Quick, play it off. Maybe he won’t think anything of it. Of course, when Dan later edited the video, he would’ve thought for a second that Phil had blushed when he said that, but he was just imagining things. “-so don’t ruin him with your brashness...ness.”
Phil giggled, and Dan wanted to kis- PUNCH, punch him for being so cute, because he needed to stop being even remotely interested in Phil.
“Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, Phil, tell us about yourself!” Dan shuffled off to the side as Phil sat up and nervously chuckled at the camera.
“Well, I’m Phil. Phillip, actually, but no one calls me that. I am an angel, of course, as you can see by these magnificent beauties on my back here.” He spread his wings out slightly, and yet again Dan found himself dumbfounded by their beauty. He rarely saw black wings on the street, and he supposed it was because some people felt ashamed of them and dyed them, since not too long ago angels with black wings seemed to be charged with more crimes than others. “My middle name’s Michael, um, I like to read both books and fanfiction, I’m a terrible artist…. Hm. That’s all, I guess?” Phil looked at Dan for clarification.
“In order for us to get to know each other better, we’re going to be answering questions we found online. Um, so, let’s get started I guess.”
Dan grabbed his laptop and was about to read the question before Phil said it first.
“Question 1: What is your biggest fear?” Phil looked expectantly at Dan.
“Trees. And the dark. Don’t ask. You?”
“I don’t know. Drowning, I guess.” Phil shrugged.
“Question 2: What is-” Dan spluttered his words and coughed. Really? On the second question? Dan cleared his throat. “What is… what is your sexual orientation?” Well, at least now I get to know if I even have a chance.
“Oh! Well... Hmm. Bisexual and biromantic, if I had to say.”
Could be worse. God, now it’s my turn. “Gay.”
Phil blinked and ruffled his wings. “Oh. Cool.” Phil paused and than gave Dan a sultry look. “So how attractive am I on a scale on one to ten?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
Dan laughed and gave Phil a slight shove with his shoulder. “Stop.” Well, that went about as well as I could have hoped.
Phil laughed and smiled, and if his wings poofed up happily, neither him nor Dan noticed.
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Luckily, there wasn’t that much editing to be done, and Dan managed to upload the full video to his channel on the same day as they filmed it. He titled it ‘The Biggest Surprise’ and waited anxiously for comments. He smiled at the people talking about how cute Phil was, and how cute Dan was, but stared at the top comment, which was, ‘I ship it. Phan, anyone?’
Later that day, at around 4, as they were watching Noragami, because apparently Phil had never seen it and he needed to be educated on the finer things in life, Phil paused the show and looked at Dan. “Dan, how comfortable are you with the dark?”
‘‘Literally today I told you I was afraid of it.” Dan looked mournfully at the paused screen.
“Yes, but there’s something I want to try, and I thought it might be fun.” Phil looked rather giddy, and Dan wouldn’t be a truther if he said he didn’t like that look of excitement on Phil’s face.
“What is it?” Dan asked warily.
“I want to take you flying at night.”
Dan said nothing, and instead stared at Phil like he had said he didn’t think that My Chemical Romance was a very good band.
“Come on! It’s really fun.” Phil protested at Dan’s glare. “I’ve done it before.”
“With people? Soft, non-wing having people?"
“With other angels. But I have carried humans during the day! And, well…” Phil looked at the popcorn bowl set between them. “You have no idea how breathtaking it is.” Phil looked back up and locked eyes with Dan. “The feeling of the cold night air against your skin... The rush of air around you. The stars, reflected in your eyes and closer than ever. The moon, so far but so very close. The whole sky to explore, the whole world open to you. Nothing’s impossible.”
Dan coughed. “Dude. You should be a poet. Like, seriously. Damn.”
“Is that a yes?” Phil asked with hopeful eyes.
Dan stood up. “Phillip Michael Lester…” (Their full names had been one of the questions) “ I will let you take me flying, at night-” Dan was interrupted by a squeal from Phil. “IF, you promise to take me to the angel plain.”
“Done!” Phil stood up and shook Dan’s hand enthusiastically. “You know I would’ve taken you there anyways, right?”
“Eh, just wanted to make sure.” Dan smiled as Phil shook with excitement, but screamed “PHIL!” when his wings flared out and took up most of Dan’s living room.
“Sorry! They do that sometimes when I get excited.”