Phan Oneshots

A Picture Lasts Longer

Words: 9283
Just fluff
Also some mentions of blood and gory (they're hitmen lol)

Dan rounded the corner with a smirk on his face and juggled his knife in his left hand, but the smirk fell from his face and the knife dropped beside his feet. His features instantly melted into anger and his fists clenched, causing his knuckles to go white as he looked at the dickhead who'd already been killed. Fresh blood trailed out his mouth and the tears in his shirt, staining the cobblestone alleys floor momentarily, as light rain was already working to clean it away.
Dan kicked the knife and growled, "NO!"
He could picture the simper expression on that asshole's face as he made his way back home, no doubt getting his paycheck right as Dan stood there, looking at his kill.
There was a piece of paper tucked into the guy's pocket and Dan leaned over him to retrieve it, already knowing it was going to be from a gloating Phil.

Looks like you were a bit late, oh well. Better luck next time xox

The fire in Dan's stomach only grew and he tore the piece of paper into little pieces before stomping on it.
He pulled out his phone and punched in his friend's number, sighing agitatedly as it rung.
"Is it done?" his friend Louise asked.
"That fucking asshole got here first," Dan said, his voice icy.
"You've taken his past two kills, to be fair," she said. Dan could hear the clicking of a computer keyboard in the background but it stopped after Dan didn't reply.
"Just take a picture and send it through. You'll still get paid," she said.
Dan shook his head. "That's not the point. He stole my kill again. And now I need to clean it up... he knew I'd have to."
"I'm sure you'll steal his kill next time, and cleaning takes you five minutes. Can I get back to working?"
"Alright," Dan grumbled and said bye before hanging up.
He took off the belt that was around his stomach and tied it around the now-deceased man's ankles then pulled him to his van, throwing him in the back on top of a stack of towels before slamming the doors shut and getting into the driver's seat, driving back to town as he quietly seethed.

The next morning, Dan was going through Netflix movies to watch while feeling sorry for himself when his phone dinged from beside him. He checked to see it was a message from Louise, who'd forwarded him a picture of Philip Lester's next target. As always, she'd added details about who it was and why she was a menace to society plus when and where Phil was going to go for him.
Don't do anything dangerous️, Louise had added beneath it all.
It's my job to, Dan sent back, his mood slightly better now that he could get back at Phil.
The woman in the picture was meant to be attending some sort of masquerade party tonight, and Phil was going to corner her at around 10pm if everything worked out well (which it usually did; if Dan didn't interfere of course).
A mischievous grin found its way to Dan's face as he saw Louise send another picture of the woman's schedule for today.
She was running plenty of errands so Dan had plenty of time and opportunities before Phil would eventually come to do his job. However, Dan wanted to rub it in Phil's face that he got there first, so he only planned to attack a few minutes before, making sure Phil would be the one to have to clean up the body and be as resentful as Dan was the night before.
Dan got up from his couch and shuffled through his cupboard, looking for the masquerade mask he'd worn to a different party a few years ago. After only a couple minutes of looking he found it and held it up. The black velvet material, jewels and feathers that decorated the mask were still good quality even after sitting at the back of a closet for three or four years. He pulled out his fully black suit, shoes and tie as well, remembering how well presented he looked in it and knew it was perfect.
Parties at this side of town were barely ever strict on lists as it was such a reserved area, but thankfully Dan knew a corrupt cop who'd let him slip past for a hundred quid or so, so getting in would be easy.
He set out the outfit on his bed and printed off the woman's timetable and stuffing it into his suit jacket pocket, along with a pen to scribble down notes if he had to.
Now all he had to do was wait; something that didn't come easily when Dan was eager for something.