Phan One Shots

The Bar In Hell - Part 3

Phil stood at the bar, serving drinks to demon's and wiping down tables when empty. He sighed, as he scrubbed the last table of the night, as the bar was now shut. The door opened, ringing the bell above.

"We're closed now," Phil said, still wiping the table.

"Even for me?"

Phil glanced up and smiled, "Especially for you, my Prince."

Dan chuckled and walked over to Phil before he said, "Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?" Dan wrapped his arms around Phil's waist and grinned, biting his lip.

"Boyfriend? I didn't know we'd become official," Phil smirked, leaning in and pressing his lips against Dan's.

"Because we're not!" Dan said, his voice now deep and angry.

Phil opened his eyes to see Dan was now the Devil. He jumped back in fright and gasped, "What the-!"

"I knew you two were lying. I have no choice but to send you to the torture chambers!" the Devil chuckled evilly.

"No please!" Phil cried, falling to his knees with tears streaming down his cheeks. "I won't see him ever again I promise!"

The door opened again.

"Phil, I got us some earth snacks to —" Dan said, but stopped when he saw the sight before him. "Dad?"

"Daniel, I know about you and this, this thing!" the Devil snapped, slapping the snacks from Dan's hands.

"Father, please let me explain," Dan exclaimed.

"Like you did last time? Just acquaintances," the Devil laughed and swished his hand at Phil.

Phil felt himself being lifted from the floor and an invisible force crushed his throat. He struggled against the force, swinging his legs, as they dangled in mid air.

"Father, stop! Please, I'm begging you!" Dan cried and ran towards Phil, but was stopped by a force and was sent flying back against the wall.

"You have brought this upon yourself, Daniel!"

"Just let him go!" Dan pleaded, his eyes flashing red.

"You'll just run back to him and I can't allow that. I'm sure I can find another mixologist," the Devil said, glancing at a struggling Phil, who was now turning blue.

Dan growled, his head bowed and his eyes red with anger and he bellowed, "I said let him go!" He broke from his father's force and charged towards him, reaching out with his now claws for hands.

Phil fell to the floor once Dan had knocked over the Devil, but the force was still surrounding his throat, getting tighter and tighter. He lay helpless on the floor, choking and gasping for air, but was denied any. His eyelids shut slowly, as he watched Dan slashing the Devil and then it went black.

Phil sat up with a harsh intake of breath and looked around his bedroom. He felt at his throat and sighed in relief. It was just a dream. He stood from his bed and walked up to his mirror, staring at his pale reflection; was the dream a warning?

"Phil!" Dan's cheery voice echoed from the other side of the door. "Let me in sleepyhead."

Phil chuckled and opened the door for Dan, who was stood holding a bunch of red roses and a box of chocolates. Phil instantly smiled at the sight and wrapped his arms around Dan lovingly.

"Woah what's this for?" Dan laughed, awkwardly returning the hug.

"I had a horrid dream," Phil sighed, as he pulled away.