Phan One-Shots

Stegosaur-us

A/n: i COULD have named this "rawr means i love you in dinosaur" but i didn't, and for that, you should thank me

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 10,789

Summary: "We're staying in conjoining rooms at a hotel, which is fine, but it turns out the lock on my side is broken so your kid keeps coming in here to talk about dinosaurs. You keep apologizing but honestly I like dinosaurs so this might work out after all" 

Warnings: so much parent!phan, SO much... if that's not your thing just go, this rodeo ain't for u cowboy

"Yeah, I landed about an hour ago. Everything went well, no luggage mishaps or setbacks, hopefully your flight goes just as smoothly." Phil assured his mother, knowing by now that attempting to brush off her plane-related concerns was a lost cause. She still worried for him just the same as the first time he'd traveled alone as a young adult. He'd long ago stopped seeing it as something condescending, now choosing to appreciate it for the caring gesture that it was.

Still, there was only so much ranting he could handle before he grew tempted to bring the conversation to a close. Really, it wasn't benefiting either of them, she was meant to be packing and he'd spent so long pacing around his hotel room on the phone that the sun had already set. That was hardly the way to make the most of their annual family trip. "I'll see you soon, Mum, I'm already scouting out potential destinations for our trip."

Mother more or less calmed and room draped in a thin layer of darkness, Phil ended the call and paced over to the lamp. He switched it on and fell onto the mattress, sighing contently. He may have glossed over the in-flight mishaps that'd plagued him, from the screaming child that had sat in front of him to the determinedly quiet one that'd settled behind him and kicked the back of his seat. His back still ached and his head was still throbbing, sleep had never sounded so good.

He wasn't sure what he'd done to warrant being so painstakingly unlucky, but he hated it.

Phil reached as far as he could from the edge of the bed and managed to grab his suitcase, tugging it closer tiredly. He dug his familiar pillow out and sighed contently before hugging it to his chest, happy to have a little piece of his studio apartment there with him.

"Why did you bring your own pillow when the hotel supplies them?" Phil jerked upright in shock, whipping his head around to gape at the child settled on the floor a few feet away from his bed. He scrambled to make sure all of his limbs were safely perched on the mattress, memories of every horror movie he'd ever seen flickering through his mind. He knew better than to trust mysterious demon children that appeared out of nowhere.

"Wh-" He cut himself off before he could try to ask the kid a genuine question, deciding that the situation more than called for some hysterics. "Get out of my room! Who are you?!"

"I'm Joseph." The boy explained easily, falling backward to lay on Phil's floor and stare up at the ceiling with a wide grin. The expression faltered suddenly though, replaced by a frown. "Don't call me that though, I prefer Joey."

"Okay, can you, um, leave?" Phil asked experimentally, bracing himself for shrieking of some sort. It didn't matter whether this was a normal kid or a demonic one, shrieking was basically guaranteed when it came to dealing with children. Except, all he received in response this time around was a long sigh, clearly filled with disappointment.

"Why?" The boy, Joey, asked him. His tone was patronizing, unimpressed, like Phil had truly let him down with the off-handed request. It wasn't off-handed in the slightest to ask someone you didn't know to leave your room, but Phil wasn't sure if someone his age would understand that.