#sick!dan

part one

aching. (ao3) - crimsonhope

Summary: dan is sick. and phil doesn't like being woken up by strange noises.

A Little Poorly - midnightskydan

Summary: little!dan gets sick when phil isn’t home but gets to shy to tell him and tries to deal with it until phil comes back and realizes

An Odyssey (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Summary: Dan got the part he wanted in the play. Too bad his appendix decided to act up.

Candy Ache - boofphil

Summary: Dan eats too much candy, but luckily there’s Phil.

Chickenpox (ao3) - danisnopeonfire

Summary: Dan gets chickenpox for the first time and Phil looks after him.

Contagious (ao3) - felixandtae

Summary: Dan is sick and hates medicine, but Phil doesn’t care and makes him take it.

Cuddles Are The Best Medicine - summerohnine

Summary: Dan’s sick and Phil just wants to cuddle.

Date Night Postponed - honeynuthowell

Summary: Dan and Phil have weekly date nights of dinner and a movie. Dan comes down with the stomach bug but hides it from Phil as he doesn’t want to ruin his night. Lots of fluffy stuff at the end.

Everything Is Right - keepcalmandnevermindpanic

Summary: It’s winter and almost Christmas. Dan is ill and Phil takes care of him.

games period cancelled (ao3) - furryphil

Summary: phil expected another game period of sitting around with his best friend, dan, on the sidelines, listening to music. he didn't expect to end up caring for dan. not that he's complaining.

Get Well Soon - darling-phil

Summary: When Dan is diagnosed with pneumonia, Phil’s there to comfort him through the frustration of being ill.

Go Home, Bear (ao3) - user085998

Summary:Dan has the flu but he comes to school anyways and Phil thinks he should go home.

it’s been a long day, all I want is your love (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: Dan wakes up with a terrible headache and a depressive episode to go with it, but thankfully Phil is there to take care of him.

Mountain Range - sodalester

Summary: The roads are curvy. Someone’s bound to get motionsick.

Not On Fire - cozyfoxy

Summary: Dan gets sunstroke while they’re at vidcon and Phil takes care of him.

Sick day - amazingdanielhowell

Summary: Dan is sick and Phil wants to take care of him, but Dan’s being too stubborn to let him.

Stay Home - boofphil

Summary: dan had plans. he was going to get in some much needed studying then finally hang out with his university friends. his body, however, had different plans.

Tug You Closer (ao3) - Susannah (realismandromance)

Summary: In which Dan suffers from pneumonia and Phil suffers from a guilty conscience.

Tummy Aches and Text Messages (ao3) - philsbear

Summary: Dan’s body feels like paper; fragile and crumpled. Phil knows how to fix him, and does.

Your Family Gave Me Food Poisoning (But I Still Love You) (ao3) - orphan_account

(sick!dan, douchifer, caretaker!lucifer, emeto H/C)

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“Lucifer, could you…could you go check on Dan? He’s really not doing so hot, and I am not going into the men’s room.” Chloe shuddered visibly. “Not after last time.”

Lucifer put down the cup of pudding he was currently servicing (Dan’s pudding, as a matter of fact) and looked up at her with amused scrutiny, spoon hovering. “Detective,” he crooned. “I never thought you’d be one to back down from a challenge.”

Chloe sighed, lowering her face into her palms and dragging her eyeballs down with aggravation. Classic mom move, easily doubling for her boyfriend too. “Dan has been puking his guts out all morning, even though he says he’s fine, and I know Dan, he’s just gonna power through—” she lifted her fingers into air quotes, “—until he passes out at his desk, or worse, at a crime scene.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” Lucifer resumed his attentions toward the pudding cup, licking his lips in a most lascivious manner, plastic spoon scraping plastic container. “Mmhm. Extra protein.”

“Lucifer,” Chloe hissed, reiterating her desperation with another face-scrub and eye-bag-drag. “Please? C’mon, I did that thing for you last week, remember?”

He paused, last spoonful of white goop halfway to his mouth, and his brows raised in recognition. “Ah…yes, quite right.” With a resigned sigh, Lucifer dropped the contents into the wastebasket by Chloe’s desk and wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. “Suppose I’ll go see what’s gotten into dear old Daniel, then.”

It was Chloe’s turn to sigh again, this time with relief. “Thank you. And Lucifer?”

“Yes, Detective?” He turned halfway to look back at her, already on his journey to the bathroom.

“Be nice, yeah? Dan’s kind of a baby when he’s sick. Don’t be too brutal with the insults?”

Lucifer grinned, white and toothy. “Wouldn’t dream of it, my dear. I’ll be the Florence Devil-gale of dear Douche’s fantasies.”

-

Dan couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this sick. Trixie’s birthday party two years ago, when he ate raw cake batter and got salmonella? Nope. Paolucci’s 2008 Super Bowl party, when he did like 47 shots of Jose Cuervo and fell off the kitchen table? Close. This? Was a new kind of awful hell.

With a thin, reedy gasp, he lifted his head from the ruined toilet bowl, chest heaving, crystalline strings of saliva and mucus dangling from his nose and mouth like spidersilk threads as he got his breath back in shuddering pants. Tears clumped together his lashes, blurring his vision and staining twin clean trails down his flushed cheeks. His face shone with sweat, dampening his collar and curling the fine hair at the base of his neck and temples. “Oh God,” he grunted, grimacing through another squeezing stomach cramp, fingers curling around the seat in dreadful anticipation.

The door banged open, and he jerked reflexively, panting and blinking through moisture. “Wha-”

“Dan?” Shit, that was Lucifer, the hell was he – aw, c’mon, Chlo, really? Sent the guy to check in? “Daniel, are you quite all right? The Detective’s sending for a priest, something about last rites?”

Dan was way too far gone to be insulted, settling instead for a grade-A moan of exhausted defeat, settling his head back down into his folded arms. “Tell her to send an executioner too,” he rasped, and abruptly doubled over with a straining heave, face disappearing into the bowl. Distantly, over the horrible sounds of his own sickness, he heard Lucifer utter a small oh, my, and inexplicably felt the warmth of a large hand on his back, rubbing circles between his shoulderblades.

“There, there, Daniel,” murmured Lucifer, quite taken aback indeed. Just what had gotten into this cretin, anyway?

Gasping for air after that last round, Dan emerged once more from within the confines of the bowl, face shining and eyes streaming, parted lips slick with bile, shaping oh, God, with a voice very small and stripped of any machismo or authority. He was sick as fuck, and kinda hoped Lucifer would actually just kill him, please and thanks. Guy had the money and skills to do it, he knew.

“No need to bring Dad into it,” Lucifer muttered, although he kept up the soothing rhythm on Dan’s back, knowing full well indeed how miserable he was feeling. Contrary to popular belief, Lucifer himself was still susceptible to certain human ailments, stomach upset unfortunately included. “Care for some water, Detective? Gargle and a rinse?”

“Oh, God,” Dan gagged at the image, torso heaving, shoulders hunching but in vain, as his empty stomach convulsed uselessly, still trying to bring up something. This was the worst part, worse than blowing chunks out his nose, just the empty relentless helpless squeezing dry heaving. Ugh.

Lucifer huffed in dismay, sufficing for a quick eyeroll in place of a verbal lecture, and carefully reached up to support Dan’s clammy forehead with his free hand. “It’s all right. It’ll pass.”

Hearing Lucifer continue to murmur comforting things in that melodic British baritone wasn’t annoying Dan as much as it should have. In fact, in the midst of absolute physical misery, Dan was kinda grateful for the asshole’s presence, for Lucifer holding him steady through the gripping heaves and rubbing his back and murmuring kind things. Jesus Christ, this guy was a fucking enigma. But maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

Dan was crying, honest-to-God for shit’s sake fuckin crying, after that last bout, breath hitching on a quiet sob and everything. His whole face was wet and gross and his diaphragm felt squeezed in a vice, everything hurt and he just waned to collapse and sleep, to fall into a black void of unconsciousness and possibly never wake again. He wanted this to be over, he was done, he was empty, fuckin Christ-

“First Dad, and now my brother?’ Lucifer tsked, but it was light and not without sympathy, and he took the liberty of reaching for the toilet paper so Dan could wipe his own face.

“Lu…Lucifer…” Dan could barely see through the hazy film of tears and exhaustion, but he managed to accept the proffered wad of toilet paper with shaking fingers. Had he been saying all that out loud? Haphazardly, he blotted beneath his eyes and nose, then wiped his mouth. “’m so tired…I can’t…”

“Yes, I know.” And it was completely sincere, soft but not mocking, serious Lucifer. “You’re very ill, Daniel, and have been for some time now, if the consistency of your offerings were any indication.”

Dan could only blink through the fatigue and dizziness at that description. “…huh?”

“You’re sick, man. How long’ve you been heaving up your guts?”

The way Lucifer said man with that U.K. inflection made Dan feel like a soldier on the battlefield, being roused to attention and spirited into strength. Heroically, he sniffed, stifling his shuddering with some effort and turning to look at Lucifer (whose brown eyes were very wide and warm with concern). “Since…since this morning.” His eyelids fluttered, and he raised a palm to his stomach. “I dunno, ‘s the flu I think…” Eyes closing, he sighed miserably. “I can’t keep anything down.”

“So I see.” Without ceremony, Lucifer reached out to flush the toilet, keeping a stiff upper lip and avoiding any masochistic peeks into the bowl. “Has it occurred to you to seek medical attention, or had the thought not crossed your dangerously dehydrated brain?”

Okay, that sounded more like Lucifer. Still keeping his eyes closed, Dan leaned back against the tiled wall, legs slumping to the floor, head lolling against the cool tile. “ ‘be fine.”

“What was that? Am I hearing things, or did you just say—”

“I’ll be fine. Just…jus’ gotta sleep, is all.”

“Ah, yes, I’m not having a stroke, I did just hear you say you’re ‘fine’.” Lucifer put the last word into air quotes. “You’re delusional. That does it, up you get, I’m delivering you to Chloe so she can drop you at the nearest E.R. like an unwanted newborn.”

Before Dan could protest, he felt large hands gripping him about the arms and hauling him to his feet with supernatural strength (holy crap, this guy was strong, no way he wasn’t on ‘roids or something, didn’t Chloe say he picked up a guy and threw him through a window that one time?).

“Easy, Dan,” instructed Lucifer, keeping an arm firmly wrapped around Dan’s shoulders as he maneuvered him out of the stall. Upon standing, Dan was overcome with a wave of dizziness, and he heaved dryly over the toilet. Lucifer simply held him, keeping him from falling into the bowl.

“Dear me, Detective,” he murmured in the ringing aftermath, and held Dan a little closer. “Come, now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” And then, a little softer, c’mon, as together they left the handicapped stall and hobbled over to the sinks, Lucifer supporting Dan in ways neither of them had ever envisioned.

summary: dan? whiny when sick? it's more likely than you think 

or

dan catches the stomach flu a few months late

genre: sickfic hA

warnings: mentions of vomit

written for @phandomficfests summer blank. i made it summer sickness

Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)

Word count: 1109

The typical ‘Dan is sick and Phil takes care of his boyfriend’ fic. Takes place right after they filmed Dan Lost His Voice So We’re Playing Charades.

Words: 1.2k

“Bye!” Dan said a final, raspy goodbye to the camera before Phil stood up and turned it off.

Phil turned around and looked pointedly at his boyfriend.

“What?” Dan questioned in a barely audible voice.

“You really shouldn’t have screamed like that when you already have no voice.” Phil said. The sound of Dan’s scratchy yelling rang through his head. He hated whenever his boyfriend got sick; it usually always resulted in Dan losing his voice, leaving him with one way conversations. Although, he had to admit, Dan’s sick voice was pretty sexy. He did admit it, in fact, in the video they’d just filmed.

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have had to scream if you were actually good at charades.” Dan teased.

“Well, maybe if you knew who Agadoo was then I would have been better.” Phil told him. “I think you broke the sound barrier with that last screech!”

Dan’s eyes flared at the thought of Phil still not knowing what the sound barrier was and Phil couldn’t help but giggle.

“Relax, I’m just winding you up.” Phil said as he laughed, but Dan wasn’t amused. In fact, Dan was looking even more poorly than before and Phil’s face softened. “Hey, maybe you actually should go to sleep like you said.”

“No, it’s early and I’m hungry.” Dan said, his usual whiny voice just sounding hoarse. “You promised me pizza if we won the game, Lester.” he said as he poked his boyfriend’s chest.

“All right, pizza it is.” Phil told him before the two left the gaming room and headed up to the lounge.

“I’m going to go get pyjamas on.” Dan said, starting to feel too hot and uncomfortable in the jumper and jeans he was wearing. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to just get in bed?” Phil asked.

“No, I want pizza and anime and you.” Dan rattled off before heading to their bedroom to get changed.

Phil had decided right then and there that he was going to make sure he took care of his boyfriend tonight.

Dan was now dressed in comfy sweatpants and a t-shirt that was three sizes too big. He made his way back into the lounge and stopped short when he saw it all.

The couch was covered in pillows and blankets. The lights were off, just a bit of light emitting from the Christmas tree and there was an anime ready to go on the television. On the coffee table was the Ibuprofen he’d requested, along with a steaming mug of tea and plenty of water. Phil was sat in his usual spot, his laptop open and ready to order their pizza while Dan’s favorite, fuzzy, brown blanket sat beside him in Dan’s usual spot on the couch. Dan already felt warm and cozy and he wasn’t even on the couch yet.

“Phil,” Dan let out and Phil looked up at him. “You did all this?”

“Well, yeah.” Phil told him as he stood and walked over to him. “I know you’re sicker than you’re letting on.” he said as he led Dan to the couch and gently sat him down. “I’m taking care of you tonight.” he said with a smile as he wrapped Dan in a blanket.

“Thank you.” Dan said, a shy smile on his face. No matter how long they’d been together, he always went a bit sheepish when Phil pulled romantic crap like this.

“The usual pizza?” Phil asked, ready to hit the order button.

“Please.” Dan said as he snuggled himself into his blanket.

Phil ordered their pizza before turning to look at his boyfriend. “Well someone looks cuddly AF.” 

“No one says AF anym-” Dan was cut off by Phil’s hand pressing against his forehead. “Can I help you?”

“I need to make sure you don’t have a fever.” Phil told him. 

“It’s just a sore throat.” Dan said as he wiggled away from Phil’s hand. “And no voice. And coughing. And I’m tired.”

“I told you to go to sleep.” Phil said.

“But I want. The fucking. Pizza.” Dan reiterated while Phil rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you take some Ibuprofen in the mean time?” Phil suggested before grabbing the pill bottle and some water.

Dan swallowed a pill before downing some water. “Mmm, delicious.” 

“Here, drink some tea. It’ll soothe your throat.” Phil said as he handing his boyfriend the mug of tea. 

Dan obliged, taking small sips of the tea. Phil was right, it was definitely soothing his sore throat.

“Are you warm?” Phil then asked.

“I’m wrapped in blankets and drinking hot tea, I’m definitely warm.” Dan told him.

“Good.” Phil said. “Are you feeling any better?” 

Dan looked at Phil for a moment before answering. “Definitely.”

It was then the doorbell rang. Phil answered the door and came back into the lounge with pizzas in-hand.

“Pizza delivery for Mr. Howell!” Phil announced in his delivery man voice. 

 A giggle escaped Dan’s lips as Phil approached. “You’re so weird!”

“You love my delivery man voice. You want me to do it more.“ Phil said as he plopped down next to Dan.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Stop referencing your own videos, you spork!” he let out in a raspy yell. Though he couldn’t hide the fond, goofy smile on his face.

Phil got cozy in his own blanket, pizzas sat in both of their laps and they began to eat and watch the anime.

Two episodes later, they lay on the couch with full bellies and sleepy eyes, entangled in blankets and limbs. Dan was curled into Phil’s side and felt his eyes begin to flutter. 

“How do you feel?” Phil asked softly.

“Pizza makes me feel better no matter the situation.” Dan told him before his eyes drifted shut. 

“Good.” Phil said, giving Dan a squeeze. “You ready to head to bed then?”

“I’m too tired to move.” Dan mumbled into Phil’s side.

“Don’t you want to sleep in bed?” Phil asked.

“You made this couch too cozy tonight, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” Dan murmured, locking an arm around Phil’s waist to keep him from going anywhere.

Phil giggled. “Fine by me.” he said as he tugged the blanket up to properly cover the two of them. “Goodnight, Dan.” he said before closing his own eyes while Dan’s shot open.

“What, no goodnight kiss?” Dan asked sadly.

“You’re sick!” Phil told him. “I’m already too close to you.” he teased.

Dan pretended as if he was about to cough at Phil, but quickly turned the other way as he did begin coughing.

“Okay, fine, you win.” Dan muttered.

Phil knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep without giving Dan everything he wanted, so he settled on pressing a loving kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead, leaving Dan with a smile.

“Goodnight, Dan.” Phil said once again before closing his eyes. 

“Night, Phil.” Dan spoke quietly before drifting off to sleep.

Sentence included: Call me if you need anything

Summary: Dan’s sick and Phil has a way to make everything okay

Words: 526

Warnings: None?

A/N: It’s not beta’d and English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes

Links Last Checked: August 17th, 2025

Anytime (ao3) - LiterallyAmazingPhan

Summary: Phil considers himself a very patient guy. When Dan gets sick, however, he can be quite a handful and his boyfriend’s limits are put to test. After a little argument and Dan storming off, Phil finally has some peace to edit his video. But what will happen when Dan takes a turn for the worse? Comfort, fluff, sick!Dan, worried!Phil

because he loves him (ao3) - furryphil

Summary: dan has been getting sick a lot recently, making phil worried

Bogies, blankets, and Bilbo Baggins (ao3) - ThePinkFizz

Summary: During a particularly frigid spell in January, Dan and Phil both wake to find that they've both inherited some kind of flu. Now, Dan is grumpier than ever and Phil just wants someone to make him tea. Can they both muddle through the sickness and take care of each other?

cradle me (ao3) - basl

Summary: It's been a long time since Dan has felt this bad; not even when he lost his voice a year ago he felt so shit. His head is pounding from all the sneezing and his eyes hurt from looking at the computer for too long. The video is edited now, so at least he doesn't feel completely useless, but his body aches at just the thought of bending down to put the dirty laundry in the machine.

Dr. Lester (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Dan is sick. After going to the doctor finally, Phil takes care of him.

Dr. Phil - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan is sick and tries to hide it from Phil.

Flu and Sore Throats - fiction-phan

Summary: Dan wakes up with a sore throat and no voice and Phil takes care of him. Based on the time Dan lost his voice and they filmed a Charades video.

I'm Fine - awesomesockes

Summary: Dan is sick but he doesn’t want Phil to know but then he faints on the radio show.

In Sickness And In Health -  irphanfic

Summary: Dan takes care of Phil after his gym incident.

just breathe now (ao3) - kipcoded

Summary: Suddenly he realizes Phil is not next to him, arm around his back, holding him upright and checking his temperature by pressing his palm against his cheek.

"Phil?" He whispered, once he found the breath and presence of mind to speak.

"Hey, baby. I'm here, just breathe."

Lovesick - phandomesque

Summary: Dan's sick so Phil takes care of him

nursed with love (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan wakes in the night feeling unwell

Sick - sleepyphanfics

Summary: Dan and Phil just got a baby boy but the baby got sick and so does Dan, but Dan tries to hide it from Phil so he can take care of the baby. Phil notices and fluff.

Sick Dan (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan is ill and he just wants cuddled but Phil refused to pay any attention to him until he finished editing.

Sleep (ao3) - StopLookingHere

Summary: The sleeping face is often the most peaceful face, especially when someone's around to witness it.

Sick!Dan from 2010 in Manchester, based loosely off Dan's hospital video. Phil cares for him and fluff ensues.

Sleep Is For The Weak (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Today was not a good day. Dan was tired, his head was pounding like a drum. He loved teaching, honestly he did, but when he started the day with a mild headache he knew it could only go downhill from there.

Basically just Dan doesn't sleep enough and Phil is a caring boyfriend.

There For You (ao3) - basl

Summary: Dan gets sick from the heat. Phil does his best to take care of him.

this mess was yours (now your mess is mine) (ao3) - commonemergency

Summary: Dan is not Dan without his voice, and his opinions, and his random bursts of song.

Under Pressure (ao3) - Terpia

Summary: Dani is struggling with law school assignments, and Fiona is determined to do her best to help her. Unfortunately, life has slightly different plans for her.

You Don't Have to Say I Love You to Say I Love You(Forget All the Shooting Stars and All the Silver Moons) (ao3) - twentytwentytwo