Phan one shots

An angel's wings

Phan AU where Phil is an angel, and Dan is a normal human.

(it's gonna be short since its past midnight right now and I'm exhausted but unable to sleep)

Dan scrolled with his thumb, while staring straight down at his phone. His feet knew the route so he felt he didn't need to watch where he was going. His feet however, were unaware of the people pushing past him in the crazy rush hour traffic.

The subway station was nearly full, and Dan could only think of how unsafe this was. His pessimistic mind led him down all the dangerous, disastrous ways everyone in the subway station could brutally die.

He finally came to his stop, and plopped himself down in between a little old lady with her plump purse in her lap, and a sleeping artist, telling by his...colorful...clothing. He had light brown, curly and unruly hair, which was messily tucked under a gray and brown flat cap. He had slight stubble growing around his jaw line and side burns, with a cute button nose.

Something Dan enjoyed doing when he was waiting for his subway car, is to give people stories. This means, he would see a random person run by, or he would see someone impatiently waiting for their own subway car to arrive, and he would think of an entire life story for the person.

He decided to create one for the sleeping artist next to him. First off, he needed a name. For some unknown reason, the man struck Dan as a Jason. So he decided to call the sleeping artist Jason.

Jason taught art classes somewhere downtown, in a quiet little shop called... Art Attack. A little flashy, but it got the point across. Every day when he got there he would put on his smock and change the closed sign to open. He started out his day with the adult classes. They were some of the easiest classes because the adults didn't need much guidance, except for Glenda. She was a slightly older woman, but she seemed to have a thing for Jason, to which he was oblivious.
His adult classes started at 8 and ended at 11. Then he took a quick lunch break, usually stopping for a sandwich at the Lunardis around the corner. At 12:30 his junior classes started and these were young kids anywhere from 5 to 8. These classes only lasted until 1:15 so it wasn't unbearable. Then he had a break until 4 when the kids class started. During this time Jason usually used it to work on his own paintings. Whether they were artistic interpretations of chickens (not sure where that came from, but to Dan, Jason seemed like a chicken guy) or landscapes, or paintings of aliens he created with his imagination, he always let his paint brush fly over the canvas, swirling colors together, shading and highlighting different sides of a sine object.

At 4 however, the real fun began.

At 4 Jason would pack up his own materials, and would seat himself behind his desk, in preparation for the rambunctious kids. The kids classes would hold anyone from 8 or 9 to 11 or 12. This class lasted until 6, and it was always an adventure. There was a certain group of friends who were always loud and disruptive, but not in a bad way. they always had bright smiles on their faces, constantly joking around with each other, and every once in a while a paint brush would be picked up only to be put down again as they keeled over laughing again. It always amazed Jason how these young kids ever got anything done, but every once in a while they would paint a little, sloppy signature into the corner of a beautifully executed painting.

Dan was beginning to get into the next art class Jason had to teach when his subway car arrived. As its wheels screeched against the brakes, the doors slid silently open, and people pushed and shoved their way out, and more people pushed and shoved their way in. Dan followed the lazy river of shoving into the car, and found himself a seat in the back facing a window. He put his headphones in, and pressed play on his phone, his ears instantly being filled with the bouncing piano intro of Screen by Twenty One Pilots.

Eventually, everyone had settled in, and the doors closed, like a soft exhale of air. As the subway train picked up speed, Dan trained his eyes across the aisle and out of the window. He watched as the cold, gray cement walls rushed past the car.

His eyes started to wander when he saw a flicker of color in the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around, only to see a dark haired man with piercing blue eyes staring straight back at him. He seemed to be a reflection in the window, the cold gray walls continuing to zoom by behind him, but he stayed in place.

The boy seemed completely normal, and Dan cocked his head at who or what the boy was.

That's when he noticed the giant set of angelic looking, cream and brown speckled wings unfurled behind the boy.

As Dan's eyes widened in confusion and disbelief, the boy vanished and Dan was left with wonder and confusion, as he slowly got off the subway in a haze.

Hey everybody! I decided to finish this another time with a part two and possibly a part three one shot...woops. I sort of forgot I promised to start these and I'm really sorry I haven't been posting recently. I've just been really lazy. Comment your feedback, and everything is always greatly appreciated!! See you soon with a part two of this one shot, and hopefully a new chapter in my other phan fic.

Thanks for reading!!!

oh also, the art teacher was based off of my old art teacher who moved away to be with his grandparents, but he was really an amazing teacher and I'm really sad I never told him that.

Thanks for everything Jason. ❤