Phan Oneshots

If I'm a Saint, Then You're Heaven

Summary: Phil is less than excited to start his Sex in the Bible course, but he can't bring himself to regret it when he meets a gorgeous angel dressed in all pink by the name of Dan.
Word Count: 11,068
Warnings: Lots of religious talk, homophobia, physical fight, smut
A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this because I was tired of people writing a religious fic where Phil continuously tries to get Dan to sin. So this came out, where they both respect each other despite their religious differences (With a dash of sex at the end). If you're uncomfortable reading smut then no worries! It's easy to tell when they're going to get it on and it ends at the '-' and is very close to the end (: Lastly, special thanks to ​ for betaing this for me and giving me this entire idea! Also thank you ​ for helping me out with the idea as well and listening to me rant about it :')
Title Creds: Cement - Citizen  

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Phil didn't know why he decided to take the class. None of his friends were taking it and it honestly seemed like a lot of shit that Phil didn't particularly care about, shit that didn't really help him with his future career in any way. It seemed like a class that had a lot of reading, reading that Phil would probably never do, and let's be honest, he probably only took the class because it had the word 'sex' in the title.

He walked into his Sex in the Bible class five minutes late on his first day.

The teacher didn't bat an eye. Heads didn't turn to look at him. Phil just sauntered in and stood at the back of the lecture room with his backpack slung over one shoulder while he scanned the room for a seat. Sometimes he forgot just how uncaring everyone was in university. He could just walk in ten to twenty minutes late and nobody would give a shit. Especially not in a class where there were over one hundred students.

(He didn't understand why there were so many students in Sex in the Bible. They probably also just took the class because of the word 'sex').

It took Phil approximately twenty-six seconds to find an open seat closer to the aisle, that way he wouldn't have to slide past many people and disrupt their class. He would only have to squeeze past one boy that was sitting on the end, his head resting in his palm as he wrote notes in a purple pen.

"'Scuze me, sorry," Phil muttered quietly, trying his hardest not to knock the boy's belongings all over the floor as he tried to stumble into the open seat. The boy moved his legs out of the way, allowing Phil to get to his destination without tripping. He let out a triumphant sigh as he settled into the seat, placing his bag on the ground and digging out his laptop.

It was syllabus day, so the professor was droning on about the expectations of the class, the grading scale, and how many tests and assignments there were going to be. Phil's leg jiggled impatiently as he booted up his laptop and the boy beside him was drumming his fingers on the desk. A constant state of fidgeting.

The boy next to him seemed to lean closer to him, but Phil didn't move. He didn't know if the guy was trying to talk to him or was just trying to situate himself in his seat, so he just stayed still. He only acknowledged the guy when he whispered, "You don't look like the type of guy to be in a bible class."

Phil raised his eyebrows and regarded his neighbour. He ran his eyes over his appearance, noting the curly brown hair and matching mocha eyes. The guy was wearing a soft pink sweater with a white cartoon cat on the breast and white skinny jeans. The complete opposite to Phil's dyed black hair, nose piercing, and black leather jacket. Phil cracked an amused smile. "You don't look like the type of person to be in a class about sex," he shot back, mildly proud of himself for the quick comeback.

The dude seemed taken aback for a second before a grin spread across his face. It was wide and his entire face lit up with it, a dimple appearing in his cheek. "Touché," he replied, and he did the last thing Phil expected him to do. He held out his hand. Phil took it. "I'm Dan. Religious studies major. Advocate of dumb dog names. And you are?"