There was pain, so much pain.
Hermione, can you hear me? a voice asked. The voice was familiar, but different. Her head was pounding. She couldnt remember who it was, but she knew it was important to reply.
She opened her eyes. Her vision was clouded. Everything was so dark. She could hardly see.
The blurred figure of a blond angel bent over her. Its going to be alright, youre going to be fine, Im right here, the figure murmured. Again, she had the sensation that there was something different about the voice. What was it? Who was it, this blond angel?
And then she realised. It was concern &
M'too lazy to indent it all aldkfjaldkjflkj
I don't own Dan or Phil, but if I did...dirty stuff would happen 24/7 LOL jk...mainly cuddles! :DDD <3 please for the love of God, I hope Dan doesn't read Phan on DA, or he'd personally find me, and kill me D: SORRY FOR THE PHAN SPAM! THEY'RE JUST SO ALDKFJALDKJF -frothing at the mouth-
Cat Whiskers
Sometimes Dan was just so ridiculously adorable that even Phil can’t even 9084259956959% of the time. He didn't know why he felt the rush of butterflies swoop through his tummy, and to his brain, making him think weird thoughts like cuddling Dan, giving him kisses, or wanting to tickle hi
Home Alone (For A Few Minutes At Least) ~ PHAN by thisisryanross, literature
Literature
Home Alone (For A Few Minutes At Least) ~ PHAN
Title: Home Alone (for a few minutes at least)
Author: thisisryanross
Rating: PG-13; warnings include hickeys and making out ;o;
Pairing: teenage!Dan/teenage!Phil
POV: First, Dan's c:
Summary: After filming 'phil is not on fire', Dan and Phil have some, er, fun.
Disclaimer: Not true not true not true ALTHOUGH Phil did indeed have a hickey after filming this. Eheheheh.
Author Notes: Two fics in a night! Ahhh :3
I hear the door shut downstairs, "They're gone" Phil noted with a small laugh.
"Yep, ready to film?" He'd promised his twitter followers me and him would make a collab Q&A video but since his parents might walk in any moment we
Dan's POV
I slowly came back into consciousness. Wait, why? I'm meant to be dead.
My senses became more acute, I could hear the bustle of bodies, chinking of metal, worried voices. I could smell anesthetic, plastic, the horrible hospital scent that I was so used to. I opened my mouth, it was stiff and dry, my tongue felt like sandpaper. I felt cold fingers grab my hand, squeezing lightly.
"He's awake!" I heard the cold-fingered person call out. People gathered around me, I could feel the warmth radiating off their bodies making me shiver.
"Stable." An official sounding person said before they all left again. I could still tell there was on
Glasses and Hobbit Hair - Phan by missgeeholly, literature
Literature
Glasses and Hobbit Hair - Phan
Title: Glasses and Hobbit Hair
Author: missgeeholly
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Warnings: NOOOONE
A/N: So I was talking to Sarah about the unfinished phan in my sta.sh and I gave her one of them (the start of this) challenging her to make it into an angst, which it here http://fav.me/d4x81be (tis very VERY VERY VERY good. and different to this o_O)
"I told you this was a bad idea!" Dan hissed and the older boy, whose body was pressed tightly up against his.
"Oh come on, it was fun! We're having an adventure." Phil smiled and went on tip-toes in order to kiss Dan's nose.
"You think this is an adventure?!" Dan excla
Title: Paper Cuts
Pairing: Phan
Author: EmzSwigglez
Genre: Angst
Rating: 12?
Warnings: Selfharm
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Dan/Phil!
Saying the atmosphere wasn't awkward would be lying.
I sat, breathing heavily, watching him stare down at the words roughly scratched over the paper. The thin, delicate paper that I'd given my feelings up to, every second of emotions was there.
The paper was inside a book. A diary. My diary. My haven.
He was looking in on my tragic world, where I wasn't the awkward boy standing in the corner. I was the main subject, the sob story, the blazing sun in the depth of night.
Daniel gradually moved h
"Muurgh.." I mumbled, jolting the black car into the taxi lane and grinned as I passed all the angry drivers stuck in the rush hour traffic. Normally, I fucking hate being a taxi driver, for some reason I attract the most arrogant arseholes you can imagine, but it's worth it to see the looks on people's faces as I cruise past them. I giggled and slid a CD in, belting out the lyrics as The Kids From Yesterday started playing as loud as it would go, not caring if people can hear me. As I approach the Ritz, I see a guy on the side of the road with his thumb out. His midnight black hair is all messy and still slightly wet. His blazer is buttoned