Phan Smut Oneshots {Discontinued}

Hidden in Plain Sight

Summary: The first time Phil killed someone, it was an accident, at least, that's what everyone thought. He got away with no repurcusions, but after that, he learned to cover his tracks more effectively. The only thing that makes life a bit difficult is that he has to hide these deeds from his roommate Dan, who he happens to harbour feelings for. It would kill him if Dan found out about this particular hobby.

Word Count: 3538

"Please! I'll do anything!" The man's usual confident and arrogant exterior was crumbling away before Phil's eyes, and he would have laughed in his victim's face if he weren't filled with pure anger and hatred. The poor excuse of a human being in front of him was a widely hated one, and it still came as a surprise to Phil that he had an overwhelmingly large following on the internet. The internet... Fans... A number next to his name... That was all he cared about.

*

Phil had spent weeks planning this escapade; his victim was very high profile, so he was nearly always accompanied by a bodyguard. Most places in London were very densely populated with potential witnesses, too, but he was sure he could solve that problem.

There was a creator conference in London happening in early January; Phil and his best friend and roommate, Dan had been invited, but as luck would have it, his target was also attending, having flown all the way from America to do so.

*

"What's the matter, Phil?" Dan said over his shoulder, buttoning up his shirt. Phil couldn't help but stare; that particular black shirt looked amazing on him, though he wouldn't dare say this out loud.

"You've been acting a bit restless recently." Phil turned his attention back to Dan's wall mirror, making himself brush his hands through his quiff.

"I guess I'm just a bit excited." He shrugged, meeting his best friend's eyes in the reflection and smiling. He wasn't lying, exactly, he just wasn't specifying why he was so excited. Dan couldn't help but return the smile before standing up and walking out the room, swinging a rucksack over his shoulder as he went.

"Ready to go?"

*

They exited the taxi, Phil leaning over to the driver to pay him before walking besides Dan. They were standing before a large, multi-storey building, the windows wide, looking into deserted offices and sitting areas.

As they tried to find their way to the conference room, Phil was silent, going over his plan again and again in his head. He was a pretty big YouTuber, someone his target would want to associate with, even if only for an extra boost in popularity. This would allow Phil to talk to him easily, and take him somewhere else in the building without rousing suspicious, maybe under the pretense of discussing a future collaboration.

"Anyway, I guess this is where we're meant to be." It hadn't occurred to him that Dan had been talking until they stopped in the middle of a corridor, various creators trickling into a large room full of seating.

"That's a lot of people"

"Yeah, but nothing we can't handle." Dan smiled, reaching for Phil's hand and squeezing it lightly before guiding him into the room and finding a row to sit at. The chatter had become considerably louder once they entered; if this had been a few years earlier, he was sure he'd be far more scared, but over time, he'd grown to be used to situations like this.

They'd taken a seat near the front, which would make searching the area difficult, but sure enough, it wasn't long until his target showed up, sitting right at the front accompanied by a tall man who looked like he could throw a few punches. Phil stared at the back of his blonde head, as if this alone could kill him, but he'd have to wait.