Phan Oneshots

Your Voice

Summary: Dan is an opera singer that doesn't show his face. Phil is a fan. One day, Phil is in a park and hears Dan singing softly sitting under a tree. (Prompt from anonymous).
Word Count: 1934
Warnings: secondhand embarrassment, cursing

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Phil grew up in a family that was most commonly termed as 'posh'. His mother had to have everything in the house looking absolutely perfect and his father listened to angry piano music that filled the hallways with beautiful harmonies.

But that wasn't even the worst thing, in Phil's opinion.

Ever since he was young, his parents always brought him to the worst possible outing imaginable for a small child: Opera Concerts. Capitalized purely for the sole horror of them.

They were terrible. Phil's parents always forced him to dress up in a nice suit and tie that was just a little bit too tight around the neck, choking him with mild vigor. The adults were always so snooty and wore white gloves and jewelry fit for the Queen. He never understood the appeal of Opera Concerts and he didn't think he ever would.

That was, until he saw him.

Phil had been nineteen at the time (as opposed to now, when he's twenty-two and never has to go to one of those godawful concerts again if he really doesn't want to) and his hair was almost as terrible as his attitude. There was commotion from his mother's stuck up friends lately, talking about how there was a brand new opera singer who was only eighteen years old and already moving up to one of the most popular. Apparently he had the voice of an angel, never showed his face on stage, and his parents were adamant about seeing him for themselves.

The concert hall was packed and Phil's arms were crossed over his chest with a large scowl on his face. His parents were drinking fine champagne and laughing loudly, gossiping about the opera singer under the alias of Lapis Lazuli. Phil thought the name was ridiculous because who would ever want to be named after a fucking rock?

A man walked into the middle of the stage and the entire crowd went quiet. He was wearing a vibrant blue mask with streaks of gold through it, looking almost as if it was made out of Lapis Lazuli itself. He had straightened brown hair that rested over his forehead in a fringe and a circular face that looked particularly squishy. Even from where Phil was sitting, even when the man was wearing a mask, Phil knew he was undoubtedly beautiful.

When he opened his mouth to sing, Phil couldn't hear anybody else in the world. It was beautiful, a sound that Phil didn't think he could ever get tired of hearing.

Since that moment, he became absolutely obsessed. He never knew he could even be into opera, but if it was Lapis Lazuli, he could make it an exception. The fact that nobody knew who the man was blew Phil's mind, but it just made him all the more interesting to Phil.

He thought it would just be a phase, one of those things that would go away in a few months, but he was easily proven wrong when it's three years later and he finds himself spending hundreds of dollars again just to see the opera singer in concert. For the fifth time.

Phil really needs to quit doing that.

He pursed his lips as he sat back, staring at the computer screen that showed just how many pounds had disappeared from his bank account. His dog, Lettuce, whined unhappily at his side to which he muttered "same" and stood to grab the dog leash.

A good walk in the part would take his mind off of just how much money he'd blown on his obsession once again. He didn't even know what this guy's name was or what he even looked like, the least he could do is choose an obsession in which he could at least fantasize about their orgasm face, for God's sake.