quiet on widowâs peak (6)
pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall
rating: teen & up
tags: paranormal investigator, mystery, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan
word count:Â 2.9k (this chapter), 19.7k (total)
summary: Philâs got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.
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Hope my friends and I didn't make things weird for you yesterday. We're heading to the city around noon if you're still up for helping us with the boring part.
noon?? fucking alright i guess i gotta put pants on
lmao yeah, sorry. My parents woke us up at EIGHT like that's a normal time to be awake????
desgostang
What?
ill send u the link later and also no i didnt feel weird yesterday you guys are nice
That's good! And hey I wanted to ask. You were kind of put on the spot with introducing yourself, would you rather we called you Dan or Winnie? I just wanna make sure we aren't making you uncomfortable at all lmao
no its all fine you can call me dan idc and actually its best if you do call me dan when youre in my work lmao
Are you totally sure?
why would i lie abt this. dont be an idiot it isnt a good look on you
haha okay. Iâll see you around noon.
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âChristopher is a nice boy,â Philâs mum is telling him as she helps him with their fancy new coffeemaker. There are so many buttons and Phil is so, so tired. âAnd Sophie is lovely, such a soft-spoken thing. Why havenât we met them before, dear?â
âDunno,â Phil says instead of the truth, which is that heâd had no idea how he was supposed to introduce them. âYou have now, though.â
His mum laughs and reaches up to pat his cheek. âTrue enough. Iâm so happy that youâve got good people around you, Philip. Iâve gotten quite worried about you down there by yourself, you know.â
âIâm not by myself,â says Phil. âI live with, like, thirty people.â
âBunch of strangers, Iâll bet,â she says, because she knows him. âAside from those three.â
The thing is, sheâs not wrong. Philâs obviously exaggerating about the number of people under the roof of the creaky Brighton house, but the truth is that he canât keep track half the time. A lot of the rooms get sublet out randomly, or a significant other will start spending so much time around the place that they might as well pay rent, and Phil really isnât good with new people. He gets along fine with Holly and Dave, but theyâve been there as long as he has and the closest theyâve ever come to a heart-to-heart was comparing anxiety meds over burned pancakes.
Chris and Sophie were there when Phil moved in, and theyâd taken one look at him and decided to just keep shoving into his space until he liked having them there, like they were on a mission to adopt PJâs sad, ghost-obsessed friend from the internet.
âYou might be right,â Phil says, feeling a smile tug at his lips for the first time all morning. Heâs already had a coffee - and a half, when PJ declared that not even Kath could make coffee taste good and shoved the rest of his Philâs way - but he still doesnât feel fully awake. âIâm only really friends with Chris and Soph because of PJ.â
âPJ is a good friend to you, isnât he?â his mum hums. That slightly pointed tone doesnât get to Phil the way it usually does, because he knows that sheâs just trying to understand him.
It doesnât escape Philâs notice that heâs looking into a mirror whenever he sees his parents watching him carefully, waiting for him to tell them something he hasnât explicitly said, because heâs been doing the exact same thing to his housemates for nearly two years.
Maybe heâll tell his parents when heâs got someone serious or even, like, semi-serious. Longer than two dates would be a record at this point. But right now he already feels like heâs been one misstep away from disappointing them, and he doesnât want to take the gamble that his sexuality will be that misstep.
Heâs not up for this conversation, though, isnât sure heâll ever be, so he just says, âYeah, he is.â
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Dan is late. Theyâre so late, actually, that Philâs wheel of worst case scenarios has been spinning silently and getting faster and faster the more caffeine he chugs. They roll in with flushed cheeks and a jacket that looks too thin, apologies on their shiny lips that Phil doesnât even hear for a couple of seconds because heâs too busy staring at them.
âNo worries,â Sophie says, interrupting their rambling before they lose another half hour to it. âYou want something? Iâm getting a refill.â
âNo, no, let me,â says Dan. They shrug off their jacket and hang it on one of the empty chairs. Phil and his friends have co-opted the largest table in the place so they can spread out with their laptops and notebooks, and it doesnât escape Philâs notice that Dan has decided to sit next to him when theyâve got a couple of options. âI get free drinks if Gabeâs in a good mood. Anyone else need a refill?â
âMe,â Chris says, not looking up from his screen. âNot Phil. Heâs cut off.â
âHey,â Phil protests weakly. His heart rate really has picked up since they sat down, so he knows Chris has a point.
Dan grins, their soft cheeks giving way to the dimples that Phil is very quickly growing obsessed with. He just wants to make Dan smile and laugh constantly, to hear them cackle and see all the lines in their round face deepen with happiness.
Right. Phil watched a horror movie with PJ instead of unpacking this fluttering start of a crush last night, and now heâs just got to deal with it for the rest of the day.
As if itâs a compulsion, Dan clears the empty mugs from their table before heading up to the counter. Phil focuses on the EMF readings so he doesnât get caught up on Dan holding four mugs by the handles with total ease.
PJ has got headphones on and his eyes closed, so he might not even have noticed that Dan is there. Heâs been going through Sophieâs footage and his own audio recordings to try and find some anomalies while Chris looks for the weird visual stuff - theyâre a great team at that, and it makes Phil feel like heâs not doing enough. Sure, he could find those things on his own, but not as quickly as they can when itâs a team effort, and theyâre on a bit of a tight schedule here. Well, his housemates are. Theyâve got actual jobs to get back to once the weekend is over.
Allegedly, Sophie is doing research on sigils, but it looks to Phil like sheâs just doodling. Not that he really blames her if she is. Heâs barely been paying attention to the chart heâs making of spikes in electromagnetism because heâs been so busy watching the door for Dan.
And Dan looks⊠good. Theyâre wearing chunky boots and a shirt that falls to their thighs - a dress, maybe, but it looks like a regular black t-shirt that got extended at the hem - with tight white jeans. The only colour on them is the plaid shirt around their waist and the shiny red product on their lips to match it. Phil watches them lean against the counter and grin at the older barista, and heâs so distracted by looking at their profile that he startles when a foot connects with his under the table.
âStop staring,â Sophie says, quiet and smiling. âHeâs going to notice.â
Phil considers correcting her, but then he remembers that he probably doesnât have to. Dan had said any pronouns, that they didnât care how they were referred to, so it would definitely be weirder to act like he knows better than Sophie.
He knows he wonât be able to use masculine terms for Dan. Not because they arenât true, because heâs pretty sure theyâre no less accurate than neutral or feminine would be, but because thinking of Dan as a maculine person is only going to allow Philâs brain to fall into the familiar traps of gender in ways he doesnât want to allow.
Gay monkey brain doesnât need any more leeway in finding Dan attractive, thatâs for damn sure.
âSo, what are we doing?â Dan asks, interrupting Philâs thoughts, and, wow, four mugs is a lot more impressive when theyâre full of hot liquid. Phil marvels at Danâs ability not to trip and spill it all as they dole out the coffee and teas.
âIâm doing the boring part,â says Phil. He turns his screen so Dan can see the Excel spreadsheet and laughs at the face they make. âYeah. It's not glamorous, but it's the easiest way to find patterns in the EMF readings. Honestly, most of my job is just staring at things and finding patterns in them. Like, uh, what's that guy? With the butterfly splotches?"
"Worcestershire," Chris suggests.
"Rorschach," Dan corrects him, lips twitching like they aren't sure if they're allowed to laugh in Chris' face or not.
âThatâs exactly what I said,â says Chris.
âYou know EMF meters donât have anything to do with ghosts, right?â Dan asks, ignoring Chris completely and leaning a bit closer to Phil to get a better look at his laptop. âI mean, none of this has anything to do with ghosts, really, but youâre more or less just measuring electricity.â
Phil is aware of that. He wonders if Dan thinks he just stumbles into haunted houses with equipment he hasnât researched and waits to be spooked. Heâs too distracted by how close Dan is and how good they smell to work up to proper offense, though. âYeah,â he says simply. âBut donât you think itâs weird that the place still has electricity to begin with? Whoâs paying for that?â
âA Wilkins, Iâd imagine.â
âBut why? If theyâve forgotten about the property or abandoned it on purpose, surely they wouldnât still pay the bills.â
âMaybe they donât handle their own finances,â Dan suggests. âHow rich were these assholes?â
âI honestly donât know,â says Phil. He taps his fingers in an erratic pattern on the edge of his laptop, trying to spark something in his mind.
Itâs almost disappointing when Dan pulls away to dig out their own sleek Macbook out of their messenger bag, but Phil is also glad for it. He can think a lot easier when the warm scent of spice and mint isnât clogging his brain.
Dan slots into the work as easily as if a space was left for them. Theyâve got dozens of tabs open already and they start to go through them, cross-referencing magic things with Sophie in quiet tones and digging deeper into the Wilkins family than Phil ever would have thought to. Every so often they tap Phil on the arm and drag him into whatever rabbithole theyâve fallen down, chatting animatedly.
Phil knows, objectively, that Dan is a fan of his and that Dan is weird about research. Itâs another thing entirely to watch it happen in real time, to see Dan pull up local census PDFs from the eighties and explain why chaos magic is bullshit in the same breath.
An hour or so goes by like that, all of them working on their own things with minimal words exchanged by everybody but Dan, and then Chris shouts loud enough to make the barista jump. Nobody else is in the coffee shop right now, which is lucky, because Danâs got a hand over their chest and Sophie has slopped tea down her front. PJ, with his headphones on, simply cracks an eye open.
âWhat the fuck was that about?â Phil asks, putting his own palm against his chest to feel his heart race. Dan raises their eyebrows and looks at Phil, seemingly distracted from the startling, wordless exclamation.
They donât get a chance to say whatever theyâre thinking, though, because Chris is turning his laptop to the rest of the table and grinning wide like the Cheshire Cat. âI found something.â
Everybody gathers round, PJ getting up to lean over the back of Philâs chair and Sophie getting so far into Danâs personal space that Phil is certain theyâre uncomfortable with it, and then Chris presses play upside down. Itâs part of Sophieâs footage, Phil standing in the dim foyer and looking frustrated. Even without sound, Phil can tell that this is when he was arguing with Sophie about going upstairs. He squints, but he canât see whatever it is thatâs got Chris being so loud.
âWhat am I looking at?â PJ asks when the short clip ends, and Dan hums an agreement. Chris makes a frustrated noise like theyâre being obtuse on purpose and rewinds to the beginning.
"There," Chris says, excited like he hasn't been since they got to Manchester. He taps his finger against the laptop screen. "D'you see it? D'you see the shadow?"
Now that Chris has pointed it out, Phil does see something. He moves his own laptop and notebook out of the way to pull Chrisâ closer with a frown. Chris lets him do that, bouncing in his seat a little bit.
âThatâs straight up a person,â Phil says slowly, tracing the outline of the shadow with the mouse. Itâs behind him, in the entry to the kitchen, and it looks tall. Quite a bit taller than Phil, anyway, if heâs remembering that doorframe correctly. He decides to measure it next time they go so he isnât going off memory. âI knew we werenât alone in there. Like. Iâm not crazy, thatâs a human being.â
âThatâs what I thought,â says Chris. âBut press play.â
So Phil presses play. He watches the shadow stay perfectly still in the kitchen doorway until, suddenly, itâs not there anymore. He blinks, rewinds, and watches it disappear again.
Philâs caffeinated brain is firing on all cylinders now. He grins and shoves his sleeves up to his elbows before he starts fiddling with the clip. The lighting gets played with until the shadow is more obvious and then he slows it down to 0.25 times speed to see if the shadow really just vanishes.
He presses play again. This time, with a very slow-motion Phil talking in the foreground, he sees the shadow move. It runs sideways, further into the house.
âWhat the fuck?â Dan breathes.
âWe are not going back there without some serious protection,â PJ says, even firmer on the topic now.
âWhat, like sigils?â Dan asks, their pretty eyes wide even as they scoff. âYouâd be better off with a fucking, like, baseball bat, mate. That doesnât look like something that wants to be your friend.â
âIâve got a crowbar in PJâs trunk,â Phil says, absent-minded as he plays with the clip some more.
âExcuse me? When did you put that in my car?â
âCouple months ago.â
âHuh. How have I not noticed?â
âYouâre not the most observant person Iâve ever met,â says Phil. He looks up at Chris, whoâs got the same exhilarated look that Phil is sure heâs mirroring. They donât get evidence like this very often, something so clearly there that itâs even got a skepticâs mind racing. Phil exports the edited clip and then the original, putting them both into the Cloud and emailing them to himself. âWas this the only time you saw it?â
Chris nods, accepting his laptop back when Phil is done with it. âIâll look through everything again, now that I know what Iâm looking for and all, but I think thatâs it.â
âOkay, cool.â Phil looks around at his friends and Dan, beaming. âSomething weird is happening. I love it when something weird is happening.â
âI hate it when something weird is happening,â PJ says, which is a blatant lie.
âWell, we canât go snooping around until itâs darker out, anyhow,â Sophie reminds them.
âWait, weâre snooping?â Dan asks, their voice going up an entire octave in disbelief. âLike⊠you just saw that someone is there and probably not happy about people sneaking around, right? Donât you have enough for a video already?â
âWeâre spending the night,â says Phil. âItâs what we do.â
âItâs what you do,â PJ corrects him.
âOkay, yeah, you guys donât have to come if you donât want to.â
âNo, Iâm coming,â says PJ.
As if she canât hear them bickering, Sophie turns to Dan with a sweet smile, her eyes twinkling with the same excitement in Chrisâ. They love this, just like Phil does. âWhat about you, Dan?â she asks. âAre you going to have a ghost sleepover with us?â
âThereâs no such thing as ghosts,â Dan says, their eyes still glued to the back of Chrisâ laptop like they can see the shadow through it.
âGuess you donât have anything to be afraid of, then,â says Chris.
âUh, axe murderers, maybe?â
âWe know what weâre doing, Dan,â Phil reassures them. He reaches a hand out to pat at their arm, feeling a bit awkward about it. âBut you donât have to come with us if youâre scared.â
That makes Danâs gaze shift. Suddenly, those brown eyes are staring right into Philâs soul, defiant and beautiful and impossible to look away from.
âWho said I was fucking scared?â
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