Of All The Galaxies I Chose Yours

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Summary: Dan asks Phil to help him return to his home, but somehow along the way Phil teaches Dan how to love and Phil realises he can’t live without him.

Warnings: Smut (can I stop with that? ty)

Genre: Fluff, smut, Alien!Dan au

A/N: This has made me cry from the feels like honestly prepare a pillow because you’ll squeal!

His eyes wander to the stars, constellations glittering above him in complete solidarity. The London sky bares not a single cloud, instead the pale amber glow of streetlamps and lit houses below. The moon’s bright, casting an iridescent glow on every surface it dares to kiss.

“Hello?” Phil snaps his head around to see a boy, hardly much younger than himself edging towards him.

“Hi.”

“Can you help me?” He asks; brown eyes illuminated by the glow of the moon.

“Of course.”

“I told you not to do that Dan.” Phil sighs, taking the wrapper off the chocolate before handing it to him. He doesn’t quite know what to call Dan, and with each ask he receives the same reply of “we’re not anything, just like you’re not really a human - you simply live on Earth.”

He learns not to dwell on Dan’s words.

“How did you learn English?” Phil asks one morning, hands wrapped around an eggshell-blue coffee mug.

“I can speak every language. You can too, it’s just the fact your lot haven’t figured it out yet.” Sometimes Phil wishes he hadn’t taken Dan in. Scoffing at Dan’s words, he places the teaspoon in the sink with a clatter and Dan hisses, hands flying to cup his ears as his face contorts in displeasure. “Loud.”

“Sorry.” Phil sits down, Dan mirroring his movements with much more fluidity. “So, what’s it like where you’re from? You’ve never really said.” It didn’t take much for Phil to believe Dan wasn’t from Earth; all it took was for Dan’s hand to change to an iridescent blue.

“Waves of- what do you call it?” He thinks for a moment before smiling and carrying on. “Purple! Purple sand covers most of the planet. A few trees, life, not much different to Earth really.”

“How come you can’t use a toaster then?” Dan’s hand flies to Phil’s arm in a playful swat.

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