Phan One-Shots

I Don't

A/n: this is the shortest thing i've written in years im so proud of me!!

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 3,910

Summary: There's a storm outside, but inside things couldn't be warmer. (or, alternatively, kali tried to write a smutty power-outage oneshot but it turned into a drabble filled with shameless flirting and marriage talk)

Warnings: non-graphic mentions of sexual themes

"I can't believe you." Dan snickered under his breath, watching in amusement as Phil went about lining up every candle he'd managed to find in their flat, comparing them all with a concerning amount of concentration. He looked up a few seconds later though, shaking his head and prompting Dan to elaborate.

"What?" He asked finally, grabbing his socks from where he'd left them on the floor and tossing them toward Dan. It wasn't a very good throw, they landed unceremoniously on the coffee table, nowhere near the couch where Dan was sprawled out with his laptop resting on his stomach. They both made matching faces of disgust at the thought of dirty socks on the table, and before they had time to comment fully, Dan had swept them back onto the floor.

"This is the worst storm we've had in years and all you're worried about is what scented candle to burn when the power goes out." He responded then, looking up at the other man through his lashes. Phil's eyes were wide with shock and Dan couldn't help chuckling at Phil's indignant reaction. Apparently he didn't understand the irony of the situation. "We could die, Philip."

"You're right." Phil sighed, his expression turning into one of seriousness. Suddenly, Dan regretted bringing it up. He didn't actually mind how childish Phil was, if anything he was incredibly thankful for it, it made it easier to get out of his own dark thoughts. It was very rare that Phil took him seriously, tried to logically consider what he was saying. Maybe he wasn't overreacting after all, if Phil thought it was something worth worrying about.

He sat up, placing his laptop on the table and looking back to Phil with a solemn gaze. Then, in an instant, a wicked smirk broke out across Phil's face. "So, would you rather die smelling wintry pines or fresh laundry?"

"I hate you!" Dan screeched, realizing all at once that Phil had been messing with him, likely just to try and get his input on the damn candle situation.

"That's a lie and you know it." Phil giggled wildly, very clearly satisfied with himself given the way the tip of his tongue poked out between his teeth. Dan just glowered at him in response, though it was only a matter of seconds before his own lips started to quirk upward at the edges, unable to keep from smiling when Phil was so amused.

A long moment later, after Phil had impulsively lit the wintry pines candle without waiting for Dan's input, the conversation finally picked up again. "You worry too much."

"One of us has to or surely we'd be dead by now." Dan muttered, stretching forward to grab the lighter from where Phil had left it resting on the floor. Whether he had intentions of picking it up later or not, Dan didn't trust fire-starting materials near their mat.

"Death this, death that, it's a wonder you find time to enjoy life at all when you're so focused on what happens afterward." Phil rattled on, clearly not wholly invested in the conversation when a particularly harsh gust of wind caused the lights to flicker. He let out an excited squeal of sorts, clambering onto his feet to stare out the window, curious how the storm was affecting their surroundings. He hoped to see a tree fall over, or an umbrella flying away from someone's hand. He didn't see either of those things, just a lot of rain.