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cozyfoxy · 24 days
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Come Over
Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship is blossoming, but Dan is terrified to let Phil into his home, so he keeps pushing him away. He however, slowly learns that Phil is someone who could make his house into a home. Based loosely on "Come Over" By Noah Kahan.
Warnings: None, slight angst but nothing bad, pure fluff
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Dan zipped up his backpack with a quiet sigh, setting it beside the door of Phil’s bedroom. It was his last night of staying with Phil and his family for the third time in three months; and he didn’t want it to end. He loved being able to go outside at night, laying in the grass and watching the stars. He loved that the Lesters had just accepted him as their own, like he had always been around. He loved even more, that being with Phil truly felt like home. 
Phil walked into the bedroom, brushing his teeth with foam dripping down his chin. He tried to say something to Dan, causing more foam to spill from his mouth and onto the green carpet beneath him. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend, handing him a tissue quickly. 
“Maybe go finish brushing your teeth before you speak Philly.” Dan teased, shaking his head as Phil darted back into the bathroom. 
A couple of minutes later, Phil walked back into the room with a shy smile, “I was trying to say that I don’t want you to leave.” he explained, sitting next to Dan on the bed.
The younger of the two smiled sadly and leaned his head against Phil’s shoulder, “and I don't want to leave, but I have to. Hopefully it won't be long before I come back. I’ll have enough money for tickets saved up again soon.” he hummed, thinking about his savings. 
“Perhaps I can come to yours this time!” Phil suggested with a smile, “I wanna meet your family and see your town.” 
Dan felt a nervous tremor run down his spine, making him feel hollow and cold, “um… yeah but I really like coming to yours. Besides I don't want you spending money on tickets, I know you’re saving to get a flat.”  
Phil raised his eyebrows at Dan, moving to wrap his arm around the younger’s shoulders, “I have plenty of money saved, and Youtube is taking off. I’m actually making money from it now. I don’t mind paying to come see you Dan.”
Despite his anxiety, Dan felt himself melt against Phil in relaxation. It was their last night together for awhile, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin it with his fruitless arguments. Instead of arguing, Dan closed his eyes and nodded against Phil’s shoulder; feeling the other's arm wrap gently around his midsection.
“Let’s get some rest, yeah? It’s already midnight and I know you hate sleeping on the train home.” Phil hummed, guiding Dan into the bed and under the warm duvet.
Dan quickly forgot his previous worries, instead staring into Phil’s ocean blue eyes with a smile, “I can’t believe I’m in bed with the AmazingPhil! Younger me would never believe that you even replied to my comments.” he teased, kissing Phil’s cheek. 
Phil rolled his eyes fondly, “well you were very insistent… and cute. Of course I had to talk to you. It helps that you actually like a lot of the same things as me. And that you’re cute… wait I already said that.” He laughed, sticking his tongue out slightly from the right side of his mouth.
Dan  groaned and hid his face, feeling his cheeks heat beneath his own hands. He would never get used to Phil calling him cute, or beautiful, or anything really. He couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as Phil could see him in ways that he could never see himself. 
“I am not cute Phil,” Dan argued weakly, making a pouty face before burying his face into Phil’s pale chest, taking a deep breath. He smelled like strawberries. 
Phil laughed, making Dan’s head vibrate slightly with the movement, “you can’t argue that you’re not cute and then cuddle me!” He argued, pulling Dan closer and running meaningless patterns over the tanned man’s back, “try and sleep baby. Sweet dreams.” 
Dan’s breathing quickly evened out with Phil holding him close. Sleeping beside Phil was always easy; sleep would always claim him before he knew it. He would always feel safe, comfortable and overall; warm. Phil was like his own personal ball of sunshine. 
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The next morning seemed to fly by in a complete blur. It was filled with goodbyes, “see you soons” and lots of hugs. Dan felt very loved by the entirety of the Lester family, but the hugs still surprised him a bit. What surprised him the most however, was when he was just about to leave them to board the train. 
“Danny! Wait a second.” Phil had called, causing Dan to pause and turn around. 
Phil ran and stopped in front of Dan, slowly tilting the younger’s chin up with shaky finger tips and staring into his eyes. Soon, their lips were touching and Dan fought back tears. They were kissing. Actually kissing. Dan felt a slow warmth fill his body, starting from his lips and trailing down to his tummy. It was as if Phil’s shining light filled him. 
All too soon, Phil pulled back and rested his forehead against Dan’s, his cheeks covered with a blotchy redness, “Text me when you get home, okay?” he whispered to Dan before moving back so Dan could at last board. 
Dan clambered into the train, the tears from earlier finally filling his eyes, but a shy smile still on his face. He could still feel the gentle caress of Phil’s lips on his and the warmth still filled him. The tears ran down his face freely as he hid in his own bubble; the world feeling brand new around him.
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Dan walked up to his house slowly, sighing as he stared up at it. The front two windows always looked like they were sad, always drooping a bit. The paneling was worn and falling apart in some places. It had always seemed like the house was giving up on him, as Dan had given up on it. He shook his head as a wave of cold wind wrapped around him; a welcome from the sad house in front of him. 
He walked in the door, still feeling the cold. The heating was probably broken again; he could easily see his breath inside the kitchen where he stood. He knew both of his parents were at work right now, and wouldn’t be home until later. He was grateful for that fact as he climbed the stairs, carefully avoiding the broken stair that he had shoved his foot through more than once. He glared at the cobwebs that covered the corners of the hallway where he stood and opened his bedroom door to set his bag down.
The brunette turned from his room and walked to the bathroom to wash his face before taking a nap; but when he tried to turn the water on, nothing happened. The pipes had frozen again. He groaned and turned to leave, accidentally stepping on a soft spot in the flooring and hearing a crack. Dan gasped and quickly moved his foot, glaring at the new hole in the floor. 
He quickly retreated to the safety of his room, already feeling drained from the house around him. It always reminded him just how broken he was, how he was constantly right at the verge of falling apart. He could never protect anyone; never even keep himself together. His mind was constantly filled with cobwebs, reminders of who he could have been; who he should be. He felt empty and broken. 
Dan used to fantasize about his family suddenly becoming wealthy. One day, they wouldn’t have to live without heating ever again. One day, we wouldn’t have to see his parents panicking when they didn’t know how to feed him for the week. One day, they would be the big house on the block. However, with age came clarity and reality replaced his useless dreams. He was never getting out, his parents were never getting out. Like the house that he had always called home; he would never be somebody that people wanted. 
A few hours later, Dan was standing in the kitchen, making a big pot of soup for his mum and dad when they got home. He was still angry, still felt let down by the state of his life, but he could never hold that against his family. They were his everything; the reason that he knew strength, bravery and of course; love. The cold and broken house held a lot of love. 
“Oh Daniel you’re home! I’ve missed you,” his mum smiled, pulling him into a hug, “the heating is broken, but your dad can make a fire.” she trailed off, looking into the lounge to see Dan had already made a fire, “oh dear, thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that, you definitely didn’t need to make dinner. But it smells delicious.” 
Dan smiled in spite of himself and shrugged, “I knew you would be tired, and I felt bad for leaving for a week.” he hummed, stirring the soup.
His mum walked to the lounge, warming herself by the fire, “you don’t need to feel bad dear. I’m glad that you’re able to go see your friend. I would love to meet him one day.” she smiled, rubbing her hands together.
Dan bit his lip and nodded, “I would like that too. You and dad will love him, he’s really smart and creative. He has the stupidest sense of humor though. But it’s a little endearing. His family is really nice too, you and Kath would be best friends.” he ranted, feeling his cheeks heat up at his words. 
“He does sound like a good lad, maybe one day he could come over here.” she suggested, making Dan tense. 
“Yeah, he's just busy with work and such. I’ll ask him about it soon, okay mum?” he offered, draping a thick blanket around his mum’s shoulders while she nodded.
Not too much later, he was sitting on the lounge floor with his parents, watching an old movie on the TV that he wasn’t really paying attention to; instead he was in his mind. He really didn’t want Phil to see his state of living. He didn’t want to be judged by someone he truly cared about. The kids at school would always mock him for where he lived, as if he could help it. They didn’t even know how bad it really was at times; how could he possibly let Phil in?
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Almost two months had passed since Dan had visited Phil, and he missed him terribly. They still talked everyday, but it just wasn’t the same. Dan really wanted to buy a train ticket and go visit the Lesters; but he couldn’t afford it. He was working extra hours at a local grocery store, making more money than ever before, but he was choosing to give it to his parents, so that they could get things around the house taken care of. They had already had the heating fixed, so no more frozen pipes. Things were slowly getting better around the house, and Dan was thankful; but he missed Phil.
Phil was still suggesting that he could come over, but Dan just couldn’t bring himself to agree. He was still too embarrassed to let someone as important as Phil see the decrepit state of his home.  He was crying himself to sleep, missing his best friend. But the wait would be only temporary, and he knew that. He just couldn’t stand the idea of Phil realizing that Dan wasn’t good enough. Daniel Howell wasn’t someone that people would want.
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It was a cold day when Dan’s father got hurt on the job. He had fallen from a ladder and hit his head; he was in a medically induced coma so that he could heal. Dan was terrified as he sat in the hospital room, talking to his dad quietly while his mum was at work. 
“Please be okay Dad. I don’t know what I would do without you. Or what mum would do without you. We love you, please don’t leave us.” Dan whispered, squeezing his dad’s hand.
Dan’s heart felt heavy and he felt sick. He couldn’t tell if it was worry, or the fact that he hadn’t eaten in well over twenty four hours. He couldn’t bring himself to eat when there was so much going on. His brown eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his dad. Someone he had looked up to his entire life, the strongest man he knew; was now broken like their home. 
Without thinking about it too hard, Dan took out his cellphone and pressed the call button, thankful when Phil picked up on the second ring, “hey Dan, are you alright? How is your dad?” the older asked him, making Dan shake his head.
“Come over,” Dan whispered while more tears filled his eyes and trailed down his cheeks. That was all he had needed to say.
~
Hours later, Phil stood in Dan’s room, watching the brunette pace the room anxiously as he tried to think of what he wanted to say. Dan’s family had gotten good news, his father would make a full recovery, but it would take time and a lot of rest. Time was something that the Howell’s never seemed to have enough of. Not when work brought in money, and lack of money meant lack of food or utilities or anything they would need. 
“I’m sorry Phil. I don’t know why I made you come here. I’m sorry about the cobwebs and the broken stair and everything. I hate that you have to see my house, it’s nothing special. It's falling apart and hell I don't remember when it didn’t look like this. We just don’t have much but-” Dan was interrupted by Phil’s lips on his, and he felt his body slowly relax.
When Phil pulled away, he whispered “Dan, don’t apologize. I have wanted to come over for such a long time. I feel like I can finally know the entirety of who you are. And I love you all the same; cobwebs and broken bits don’t matter. What matters is who you live with.” Phil smiled shyly, cupping Dan’s cheek.
Dan sniffed as tears trailed down his cheeks, “you… you love me?” he asked, staring at Phil in awe. 
Phil hummed and nodded, pulling Dan into a tight hug, “Yes I do. And I want to help you and your family. My parents want to help too; they love you like their own Dan.” he whispered into Dan’s hair.
“I… I love you too Phil. I’m sorry for pushing you away for so long. I was just afraid you would see everything and realize that you didn’t want to waste your time with a fixer upper like me.” Dan explained, hiccuping against Phil’s neck while he cried.
Phil felt his own eyes fill with tears, and he quickly wiped them away, “You’re not a fixer upper, and I want you to be safe and happy. I want to give that to you more than anything. My parents want to come up here to help, we can help Dan. We want you and your family to be happy and safe. Please let us.” he whispered.
Dan paused, his mind struggling to take everything in. Phil loved him. The Lesters wanted to help the Howells. Phil was asking Dan’s permission to help. He was letting Dan make the decision. Without thinking too much harder, Dan nodded, “yes. You guys can help us.” 
~
The next month was filled with a lot of changes. The first big change was a kitchen filled with food; the entire pantry was full for the first time ever. That was the first time Dan had seen his mum cry. The second big change seemed to happen overnight; it was in Dan’s parents. They seemed to be more at ease, smiling bigger and laughing louder. Dan had never seen them hug as much as they had been lately. The third biggest change was of course; the house. The cobwebs were now gone, and a small part of Dan missed them. They were familiar to him, but he knew holding onto that stress wasn’t good for him.
The stairs had been replaced, but Dan still caught himself avoiding the broken step that was no longer there. Most of the floor had been successfully replaced and the walls were in the process of being reinsulated. Phil’s youtube career was really taking off, with Dan right beside him. They were even getting offers from big companies, money seemed to be flowing in like Dan had never seen before.
“Phil, when are you going to get your flat?” Dan asked suddenly over the phone as he walked home from his grocery store shift. Spring was beginning to make the world around him more colorful again, the fresh scent of flowers lingered in the air.
“Actually Dan… I used most of my savings to help with your house. So it’s going to be a little longer than I had planned. But don’t get upset! I’m perfectly okay with waiting a bit longer.” Phil had explained a bit nervously, not sure how Dan would react.
Dan felt his heart sink a bit at that, but a part of him had expected that, “I’m not upset. I just feel a little bad, you were so excited to be on your own, with your own rules. And I was excited to visit you constantly.” He teased Phil happily, looking up at the blue sky above him.
Phil laughed at Dan quietly before stopping and becoming serious, “well, it’s going to be about six months before I actually move out now. But when I do, I don’t want you to visit. I want you… well I want you to live with me.” he whispered sheepishly. 
Dan knew that his mouth was hanging open, and he closed it a couple of times before opening it again, “that sounds amazing Phil. I would love to create a home with you.”
“Did you just make an Amazingphil pun?” Phil laughed, shoulders relaxing at Dan’s reaction. “We can start looking at flats soon! When do you wanna start?” he asked excitedly. 
The brunette hummed as he walked closer to his family home, smiling at the house. It was still a bit broken and worn, but it was lovely and safe; filled with memories of change and love. It was truly a beautiful home. Dan pushed the door open and stepped inside, kicking his shoes off before whispering, “why not now love? Come over.” 
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kindal7628 · 1 month
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just read the hat fic. i wish to die now
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enigmawritesstuff · 9 days
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milomilesmib · 3 months
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Call me uncultured but I didn't know Phil and Dan were actual people. I only knew them from the Phan fics (namely the hat fic) (DO NOT READ THEM UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES I DON'T CARE HOW STRONG YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU'RE NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THOSE FICS) and now knowing that they're actual people I'm like. What. Who the hell wrote a fanfic THAT vile about REAL people. Do Phil and Dan know? Or are they oblivious? I really hope they're oblivious because if someone wrote something like that about ME I would simply die.
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cafephan · 5 months
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tonight, it’s only me that matters
Summary: Sister Daniel returns in the newest edition of Halloween Baking. Phil’s subtlety doesn’t.
Genre: Reality
Warnings: Suggestive themes and language
Word Count: 1.7k
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home-of-renn · 3 months
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Guess who finally decided to upload my Tumblr posts to Ao3!!
I've started a series made up of my ficlets/drabble that I've posted here on Tumblr. The published versions are gonna be tweaked a bit to resemble an actual fic and not an online post, but they'll remain mostly unchanged.
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If you like my writing, check me out on Ao3 and don't forget to leave a comment <3
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sansxfuckyou · 2 years
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Volatile elements should not be mixed
(For @phicphight, prompt made by the lovely @floralflowerpower, if I'm being honest I had no clue how to end this)
Danny had recently learned of a new ability he's capable of, siphoning human emotions, feeding off of them if you will. He never knew that wondering what happiness would taste like could be a question he could answer.
It tasted like sugar, that's what happiness tasted like, with undertones of salt.
He had managed to sate urges to feed off of his classmates without them knowing, but he knew their emotions tasted so good.
Dashes pride.
Wes's spite.
Sam's jealously.
Paulina's rapture.
Tuckers, Tuckers... Whatever Tuckers got going on.
Of course, they were a few downsides that came with being powered by emotions, ones Danny could ignore sometimes.
Volatile elements like raw emotion forged into power within a human kiln causes overflow, and Danny hadn't learned that yet.
It was chemistry, Danny was chatting with Sam, for once she was happy. He savored the taste, she was rarely happy, from what Danny could tell whenever he fed.
He only had to converse to feed the emotion from someone, that simple. The longer the conversation the more energy, at the same time conversations to long drained him instead.
The two were conversing as they worked, Danny mixing most of the elements.
A beaker slipped from between his grip.
Normally he would be fine with this and clean it up, but he was already on the verge of something he didn't know for to long.
He felt tears start to well up in his eyes as he silently cleaned the shards, the chemical within doing little against his skin. When he finished trashing the shards he had a few tears on his face, he was shaking slightly.
"Are you ok, Danny?" Sam asked, gently placing a hand on Dannys shoulder, the halfa tensed up before nodding slowly and choking out an answer.
"I'm ok." Danny said, he was stifling back sobs, what was happening to him? He hadn't felt like this in years, not since he woke up after the accident.
"Are you sure? You look a bit shook." Sam said, Danny nodded a bit faster this time before grabbing another beaker with his shaking hands, having a hard time not phasing in and out of a material form.
"I'm perfectly, perfectly, I'm not fine." Danny said, choking on his words as he started to cry, still attempting to work, he wished he knew what to do, what was wrong with him?
All he did was break a beaker, why was he crying?!
Did this have to do with being a halfa?
He didn't know.
He wanted to though.
Danny was sobbing and had his head pressed to the table in mere minutes, to much energy flowing through him at once. He could feel each surge that his core sent coursing through his veins every pulse, it tore through him.
Everyone tried to ignore him, if Tucker was there he would be trying to deduce what was wrong, but Tucker was sick. Wes was watching intently, gripping his project inhumanely waiting for Danny to slip up.
"Ancients, what's happening to me?!" Danny wailed out as his knees gave out beneath, he crumpled to the ground in a heap, curling in on himself slightly, he tried to pull the white coat over himself to the best of his ability.
He felt so exposed right now.
He hadn't felt this exposed since his first time at the beach after getting a binder.
Maybe wearing his binder was collapsing his lungs.
That had to be it!
But he couldn't just, take off his binder in class where everyone can learn his secret.
His only secret, the one he had shoved to the back of his mind till he was legally old enough to get a top surgery or get his parents to give him one.
He would have to tell his parents he was a halfa first, oh ancients he would have to tell them.
Dannys breathing hastened as he choked and sobbed and tried to understand as more and more thoughts flooded his mind. He couldn't focus on anything, he wouldn't focus on anything, he just needed to know what was wrong.
"Danny, breath." Danny only distantly heard Sam speak to him, he could just barely do as instructed, nodding slightly.
He lowered his arms from his head to be crossed across his chest, his vision was blurry, he did notice Wes staring. He started to panic again as Wes continued to stare, the energy surging through his veins caused them to bulge slightly, a green glow shining underneath his skin.
Wes took note and tried to get a picture, just barely managing.
The green didn't show on his phone.
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japhan2024 · 9 months
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@phandomgiftexchange for @samrubygf and beta'd by @philsbignaturals
Note: I have not made this a very disturbing fic but I did mention one in the story. I hope you enjoy!!!
Chapter 1: The Unspoken
Dan finally returns to the sanctuary of his and Phil's house.
The grandeur of his world comedy tour had come to a close, leaving Dan yearning for the companionship of that dearest person in his life to be next to him again. The two had recently embarked on a sojourn to the enchanting land of Japan, seeking solace and adventure amidst cherry blossoms and ancient traditions. But now they were back and the four walls stared Dan square in the face, he felt an old burden he could not shed. Beneath the surface of his and Phil's deep bond lay an unspoken desire, a forbidden fruit they had vowed never to taste again.
In the last couple of years, both of them had publicly declared their inclination towards the same gender. Dan had even confessed, amidst a whirlwind of courage, that his and Phil's connection - at the very beginning - had surpassed the realm of friendship. He didn't want to share any more than that and "people should really mind their own business", as he'd said to Phil. But it was more than just other people. Dan himself had not been quite ready to face his true feelings for Phil, always burying or running from them. And long, long ago, they had made a pact, a sacred oath in the depths of their hearts, to suppress any romantic aspirations, striving to maintain the purity of their bond and avoid the torment of potential strife.
Lost in thought, Dan found himself sitting cross-legged on the couch, his gaze fixed upon a gaudy golden pig statue that Phil cherished, though Dan hated it with a passion. The pig's eyes glimmered with an unsettling intensity, as if harboring secrets of its own.
"Phil, MATE," Dan only called Phil 'mate' when complaining, "what in the HELL possessed you to get this idiotically golden pig?" 
Phil, his unique soundless laughter resonating silently as if orchestrated by a mischievous specter, stuck out his tongue sideways, adding an extra layer of absurdity to his amusement. He reveled in Dan's vexation, knowing full well the effect it had on his irascible friend.
"Get it away from me! It looks like it's plotting something," Dan only half-joked. Phil eventually obliged and took it into his bedroom.
Within the depths of Dan's black soul, he battled a tempest of emotions. Phil's radiant allure, which seemed to magnify with each passing day, violently stirred the feelings he'd always carried with him. How could he, a mere formless blob in comparison, deem himself worthy of such a perfect being? The anguish gnawed at Dan's heart, a relentless torment only exacerbated by his own self-perceived inadequacy. As Dan observed Phil's laughter, a pang of longing washed over him. Oh, how he yearned to hold Phil close, to feel the warmth of their connection transcend the boundaries they had carefully erected. But the pact, that dreaded agreement, cast its shadow over their path, weaving a tapestry of unfulfilled desires and bittersweet moments. Dan composed himself and masked his inner turmoil behind a facade of joviality, awaiting the twists and turns fate had in store. Little did he know that their resolve would soon be tested, for drama, like an unwelcome guest, had a knack for making its presence known, whether invited or not.
As the days turned into nights, and the nights into days, Dan found himself caught in a labyrinth of introspection. Each passing moment brought forth a kaleidoscope of emotions—admiration, adoration, and an undeniable ache that echoed deep within his soul. He so wished to express the depths of his affection, to break free from the chains of this self-imposed limitation. But fear, that insidious specter, whispered in Dan's ear, reminding him of the potential consequences. Would their friendship be forever marred by the fires of passion left unquenched? The question tormented him, the answer elusive.
Meanwhile, Phil, with his radiant crooked smile and sparkling blue-green eyes, remained unaware of the storm brewing within his best friend. Oblivious to the turmoil that swirled beneath the surface, he continued to be the anchor in Dan's stormy sea. His infectious laughter, like a buoy in treacherous waters, brought solace to Dan's troubled heart. But the torment of unfulfilled desires grew unbearable. Dan could not hide behind the mask of friendship for much longer. The unspoken longing in his heart demanded acknowledgement, the ache yearning to be eased.
Chapter 2: An Old Friend
In the depths of Phil's being, an adoration for Dan blossomed like a delicate flower, its petals unfurling in the garden of his heart. He marveled at the very sight of Dan, finding him to be such an ethereal presence illuminating his world. And yet, Phil understood the need to give Dan space - to explore his own identity and confront the demons of self-hate that still haunted him.
A few years Dan's senior, he wanted to allow Dan the freedom to navigate the world as an openly gay man. Yet, despite his best efforts, the flowery images of him and Dan standing at the altar of matrimony persisted, etching themselves into the deepest recesses of his mind. He longed not only to be proud of their shared truth, but also to proudly call Dan his husband.
In those early days, when hormones raged and passions surged, he and Dan were propelled into a brief and fiery romantic phase. But as the reality of their lives as YouTubers settled upon their shoulders, and they saw how well the two of them worked together in every aspect of their lives, they had made the difficult decision to shift their love to the realm of friendship. Only then they could trust that they would stay together forever... Nevertheless, their bond transcended labels and defied societal expectations - but had it truly been the best choice?
Amidst their playful banter about the damn golden pig, the pressing matters of the outside world momentarily faded away. The doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of the pizza they had ordered, and the question of who would accept the delivery once again fell into their laps. With a grin that revealed a mischievous spark, Dan claimed victory, and Phil willingly acquiesced. It was in these small moments, mundane yet profound, that their bond solidified. Settled on the couch, engrossed in a show they had chosen to watch together, Phil's attention was not fully devoted to the screen. Instead, his gaze was irresistably drawn to the unruly mess of Dan's brown curls, a testament to his uniqueness and charm. In that simple sight, Phil found a source of comfort and wonder, a reminder of the immense love he held for his best friend.
Their tranquility was interrupted again by the persistent buzz of Phil's phone: a message from Cat, his long cherished friend. Dan made a silly sound and Phil responded in kind, as they often communicated in a language all their own, an intricate tapestry of noises and gestures and references only they knew, as they reacted to the news of Cat's apparent arrival in London. Tomorrow, a meeting with Cat awaited, a reunion that promised new adventures - they had to actually go outside for a start. Phil couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond the horizon. Would their friendship evolve once more? Could their connection withstand the weight of his unspoken desires, of the dreams that threatened to consume him? In the quiet hours of the night, as he drifted off to sleep, a yearning echoed in Phil's heart. The ache, too profound to be ignored, whispered of a future where his and Dan's love could bloom in all its resplendent glory. It was a feeling that he could not suppress much longer, a flame that burned brighter with each passing day.
As the dawn painted London's skyline with hues of gold and pink, it carried with it the promise of adventure. Dan and Phil prepared themselves for the long-awaited meeting with Cat, their spirits buzzing with anticipation. The prospect of reconnecting with an old friend intertwined with a subtle undercurrent of uncertainty, not knowing what secrets this reunion might hold. Their voices intertwined in a song of laughter and quality banter as they debated who would choose the perfect outfit for the day's rendezvous. Phil's gaze fell onto Dan, capturing the essence of his being in a single glance. The messy brown curls that Dan so self-consciously brushed aside were, in Phil's eyes, a crown of unruly majesty, an outward reflection of the beauty that resided within.
As they tepidly stepped out into the bustling streets of London, Phil couldn't help but wonder if this meeting held the power to reshape their lives once again. Would their old friend unknowingly become a catalyst, a messenger of fate delivering truths that lingered in the shadows? The thought both excited and terrified him. Amidst the vibrant chaos of tourist buses, cars and pedestrians, they navigated their way to the meeting spot, their steps echoing the cadence of their shared heartbeat. And there, beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient oak tree, stood Catrific, the familiar face graced with a knowing smile. Her presence, a bridge between their past and present, held the potential to shape their future. As they embraced, the years melted away, leaving behind a sense of belonging and familiarity. Conversations flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and shared memories. The passage of time had not diminished the bond they once shared, and in the presence of this cherished friend, Phil felt the tendrils of possibility entwining with his hopes.
"So, oh my god, guys, remember when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago!"
Dan felt like he had to affirm her friendliness the most. After all, her and Phil had been friends before he had come into the picture. "Oh, absolutely! Back when Phil couldn't shut up about Buffy. Good times."
Cat laughed in a slightly high pitch. "Yeah, that show... Anyway, I have to confess something. Back then, I kind of had a crush on you, Dan."
This shocked Dan. "Oh?! Really? That's incredible."
"Yeah, I know, it's so embarrassing now. I mean, you guys were in that... phase, and I had no clue. I was such a fool."
Phil chimed in. "Well, I can't blame you, Cat. He definitely has that effect on people."
Dan actually blushed. "Phil! Shut up!" Why had Phil said that? So confidently and with that low, sensual tone... Did Cat and all the memories of that time bring out Phil's old feelings for Dan?
Cat continued "no, but really, seeing you both together now, it's amazing. You guys have such an incredible connection, and I'm genuinely happy for you."
Phil smiled and Dan could not stop staring (as usual) at his incredibly distractingly beautiful friend. "Thank you, Cat. We're lucky to have you as a friend.
Dan quickly recomposed himself. "Yeah, we really are. And hey, it's all in the past now. We've come a long way since then, haven't we?"
Cat tipped her black sunglasses. "Definitely. And I'm grateful to be a part of your journey, even if my own crush was a bit misguided. I just want you both to be happy."
Phil put his hand on Cat's shoulder. "We are, Cat. We really are."
"And hey, if it makes you feel any better, I've had my fair share of awkward crushes too. We're all in this together," Dan said.
Cat smiled. She truly was a beautiful woman with her olive skin, dark brown eyes, and shiny dark hair. "I guess we're all a bit clumsy in matters of the heart. But hey, at least we can laugh about it now."
Dan laughed with her. "Absolutely! And there's no doubt that we'll continue to make painfully cringe memories to laugh at later on."
Phil, his pale skin only slightly protected by the shade of the oak tree, said, "speaking of crushes - you know I was always raving about Buffy? Turns out, it was just a thing for bad boy vampires all along."
Cat laughed. "Really, Phil? I never knew!"
The three reminisced some more about their past. The day wore on, carrying them through the city's winding streets, and as the sun dipped below the high London buildings, Phil's heart pulsed with a newfound clarity. The weight of unspoken truths pressed against his lips, begging for release. For in the presence of Dan, the one who held his heart captive, he could no longer deny the depths of his desires.
Chapter 3: Restless Nights
The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on Dan's bedroom as he tossed and turned, unable to find solace in the embrace of sleep. Thoughts of Phil invaded his mind, the way his eyes sparkled under the open sky, their hue deepening in the natural light.
Meanwhile, Phil lay wide awake, his mind consumed by thoughts of Dan. The image of Dan standing under that oak tree played on loop in his mind - the perfect place for an outdoor wedding. His heart ached at the thought. The house was enveloped in silence, broken only by the distant ticking of a clock. Phil's stomach growled, only adding to the pangs of hunger he felt for Dan. In a drowsy haze, he stumbled out of his bedroom, making his way to the kitchen. Vision blurred, he fumbled through the cabinets, searching for a box of cereal. Finally, his hand landed on a familiar shape, and he grabbed it, unaware that it was Dan's cereal. Pouring the flakes into a bowl, Phil was startled by a piercing scream that shattered the tranquility of the night. He squinted in the darkness, struggling to make out the figure before him.
"Thief!" Dan's accusatory voice rang out, his own cereal now gone.
Phil's eyes widened as he recognized the voice. "Dan? Where are you?" he asked, trying to peer through the darkness.
Dan's voice dripped with mock indignation. "Caught red-handed, Phil! Finally, my evidence against the notorious cereal fiend!"
Phil rubbed his eyes, frustration mixed with amusement. "D'you have to scream in the middle of the night, Dan? You've probably woken up the entire neighborhood."
Dan snorted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Consider it payback for all the times you've stolen my cereal."
Their laughter echoed through the quiet house, dispelling the restlessness that had plagued them. In that moment, they had found solace in each other's company, even amidst the absurdity of their late-night encounter. 
Chapter 4: The ... Fic
The night lingered on as they sat side by side at the kitchen counter, the glow of their phones casting a soft light on their weary faces. Suddenly, Phil's phone buzzed once again, indicating another message from Cat, while Dan's phone rang persistently, an unwelcome interruption in the stillness of the night. Dan ignored the call, letting it ring until it eventually silenced. But curiosity piqued as Phil glanced at the message, only to be bombarded by a whole flurry of notifications. Puzzled, he opened the messages to find a series of frantic texts from their friends - Pj, Marzia, Louise - about a scandalous fan fiction or rather phan fiction, that had taken the internet by storm. It had become so notorious that even local news outlets were attempting to reach out to Dan and Phil, seeking their response. A sense of unease settled over them as they realized that the intimate details of their private relationship were being exploited for shock value. The invasion of their personal lives weighed heavily on their hearts, stirring up a mix of anger and frustration. The world had never ceased to find ways to pull them back into the spotlight, despite their semi-retirement from the internet. Reluctantly, they decided to read the controversial fan fiction, their curiosity getting the better of them. As they delved into the twisted narrative, they found themselves oscillating between amusement and disgust. While it certainly crossed boundaries, Dan couldn't help but admit that he had encountered worse. Ultimately, it was nothing more than a sensationalized piece, a mere blip on the radar of a slow news day.
"Phil, this whole debacle... It's really got me thinking, you know?
Phil nodded solemnly. "All these years, we've let others dictate our story. Why do we keep letting them?"
"Exactly! We've already come out to the world, and yet here we are, allowing gossip and the whims of social media to have a say in our lives. It's like we're trapped in this never-ending cycle."
Phil leaned in closer. "We shouldn't let them define us, Dan. We've built a connection that's so much deeper than what others see. Isn't it time we embrace it fully, unapologetically?"
Dan finally locked eyes with him, his heart racing. "You're right, Phil. We owe it to ourselves to live our lives on our own terms." As Phil moved even closer to him and he could feel the warmth of his body without them touching just yet, Dan smiled, a glimmer of hope in his otherwise jaded eyes. "Let the world say what it wants. We know the truth, and that's all that matters. From this moment forward, let's write our own story." 
Phil slowly took Dan's hand in his. "No more compromises. We'll live authentically, and nothing will stand in our way."
As London sweltered under an unusually hot and dry morning, they found themselves in agreement. No words were exchanged, but their intentions were clear. The world may have had its opinions and expectations, but Dan and Phil were ready to forge their own path, one that embraced the truth of their love.
Chapter 5: Not that pig again
The sun bathed the room in a soft afternoon glow as they stirred awake, tangled in a mess of Phil's blankets. There was a sense of tranquility, an understanding that something had shifted.
Phil slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen to prepare Dan's favorite coffee. As he returned, he couldn't help but stare at the slowly awakening figure he loved so deeply. Dan's tousled hair framed his face, and his peaceful expression spoke volumes. Phil's heart swelled with love as he marveled at the sight. But just as the serenity enveloped the room, something else, something insidious, reflected sunlight right onto Dan's face.
"Ugh, that pig again!" Dan groaned, his eyes squinting against the glare.
Phil chuckled silently, unfazed by the interruption. He settled down next to Dan. The warmth of the cup seeped through Dan's hands, but it was Phil's gaze that truly engulfed him. Time seemed to stand still. Phil's deep blue-green-yellow eyes, filled with unspoken affection, reached into the depths of Dan's soul. If he would drown in them then and there, he'd be perfectly happy.
"Good morning," Phil said, his warm, deep voice laced with tenderness.
"Gut morning," Dan replied in a silly voice. The wheels of fate had turned, setting in motion a journey filled with possibility. Dan and Phil's hearts beat in unison, daring to explore the depths of a love that had always been there, waiting patiently to be acknowledged once again. They reveled in their newfound freedom. And as they sat there, savoring their coffee and basking in the glow of their connection, Dan knew that this was just the beginning. Their love story, once confined to the shadows, was now ready to be written in bold, vibrant strokes.
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Madeline and the Phantom of the Opera: An Original Story by @eriksangel666
In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines, there lived 12 little girls in 2 straight lines.
They left the house at half past 9 in rain or shine. The smallest one was Madeline.
The little girls all loved to sing. In music class, their voices would ring.
Miss Clavel wanted to reward their talent with something sweet. Then one morning, she read the paper and said: "I know just the treat!"
Just before bed, she told them, "Girls, get plenty of rest. Tomorrow we're going to the opera, and I want you looking your best."
"The opera, the opera!" cried the girls with cheer. They slept and dreamt of the wonderful music they'd hear.
The next evening, in dresses pressed and neat, they set off for the opera and walked down the street.
The opera closed since it's chandelier was not quite right, but now it was fixed and ready for re-opening night.
In two straight lines, the girls sat down with glee. But there was one problem: little Madeline could not see.
She strained to peer over a lady's bouffant hair when she looked up, saw an empty box and thought "I can see from there!"
Since tonight was special, she did not want to frighten Miss Clavel. So she tiptoed very quitely and snuck out quite well.
Upon arrival, she saw the door had no locks, and easily entered the opera box.
Madeline loved her view of the stage, but her presence filled a mysterious man with rage.
"Mademoiselle," said a voice, "this box is mine."
"I won't stay long," she said, "the opera ends at 9."
"If you don't leave, there's no telling what I'll do!"
To the grump invisible man, Madeline just said "Pooh pooh! You are invisible, how could you have a place? If you want your seat that much, show me your face!"
At once he showed himself. He was no ordinary host. Madeline realized she had met the Opera Ghost!
"Oh Monsieur!" she gasped, her face turning white. The ghost cackled at her expression because he thought it was fright.
But after a few seconds, he was no longer glad. He realized Madeline was actually sad.
The ghost asked "What are you staring at?"
"You remind me of my friend," she said "A bad, bad hat."
He frowned. "What's that?"
"My friend Pepito always acted like he was mad. But really, he was lonely and quite sad."
She asked, "Monsieur, are you lonely too?" The ghost was shocked- she actually knew!"
"Yes," the Ghost whispered to Madeline. "I have been lonely for quite some time."
"But the music makes me feel less alone. And for that, I'm glad the opera is my home."
Madeline smiled. "I would never want the music to end." She took the ghost's hand. "May I join you tonight as a friend?"
The ghost blinked and became quite shy. He did not want Madeline to see him cry.
He said, "I would love nothing more mademoiselle." He sat her in his lap and they listened to the singers excel.
Madeline asked questions about the people who could sing, and the Ghost taught her music facts that were most interesting!
They mostly talked, which made the Ghost quite glad. Maybe having one friend wasn't all that bad.
At the end, Madeline gasped, "I must get back to Miss Clavel!"
The ghost smiled "I'll bring you back, she won't be able to tell."
Other guests would have been in a daze, but Madeline loved being guided through the Opera like a maze.
The Ghost kissed her hand. "Ma petite chou, I'll bid you goodnight." And with a flicker, he vanished completely out of sight.
The beauty of the music made all the girls weep. Miss Clavel said, "Allons-y, you little girls need sleep."
Late at night, Madeline wondered if she made up the ghost in her head. But she rolled over and found a letter that fell out while changing for bed.
She opened the note and it filled her with glee. For at the bottom in cursive were the letters "O.G."
It said, "Next time you want to hear music that's sweet, join me in my box and I'll bring you a seat."
Madeline now has a friend who lives under the Opera House floor
And that's all there is. There isn't anymore.
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bl00dycocainee · 9 months
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why am i obsessed with this dan and phil fanfic. it’s so good.
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cozyfoxy · 23 hours
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Mystical Paths
Summary: The Howells have been the proud owners of a small but famous bookstore since the 1800s. They are known for being the only shop that collects original copies of magic writings. Dan works as the bookkeeper of the shop. As the busiest season approaches, one of the most renowned magic families reaches out to the shop and offers to gift them an original Spellbook of sorts. Little did Dan know that these offers would change his life forever.
Genre: AU
Chapter 1/?
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Dan sat on the porch with his legs crossed over each other, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. The wind was blowing, dancing through the leaves of the trees in his backyard; occasionally taking them with it. Cool autumn air surrounded the brunette, making it easier for him to breathe. He took a sip of his drink and looked at the world around him; soaking in the calmness of the small group of trees that lined the edge of his garden.
This week had been filled with chaos and stress for the twenty-two-year-old. He didn’t hate his job or anything, he just hated working in general, but this week had all but broken him. He worked for his family’s company; a company that had been in the family well before he was even born; as a bookkeeper. The Howells owned a beautiful bookstore just on Manchester's outskirts. The shop wasn’t like any other bookshop that Dan had ever been to, it certainly had character.
Dan’s great, great grandparents had founded the shop when they were just a bit older than him. It was an unexpected endeavor, but the Howells have always been known to be lucky. The shop’s building had been left to James Daniel Howell back in the late 1800s after the man’s best friend had suddenly passed away from an illness. James had always confided in his best friend that he wanted to create a shop for those who sought out the magic of the world around them, and he was given the chance.
You see, even in modern times, the shop was filled with original writings of many practiced witches, psychics, alchemists; nearly any magical person you could think of. There were books on how to get rid of a pesky haunting, recipes for the best healing teas, and even books on how to cast spells. People would come from all over the world to visit the small shop, and it was coming upon the busiest season for them. Thus, Dan had been working overtime to prepare all of the writings for their many viewers.
As a bookkeeper, Dan was responsible for keeping even the oldest text organized, presentable, and safe. Not a terrible job overall, actually not difficult either; not typically at least. He had no idea what to expect when it came to deliveries, but he felt like he had seen it all by now. Normally, when something so precious was delivered to the shop, a large group of people would bring it. Sometimes, however, it would be a single person with the work locked in a box or something.
The weirdest delivery that Dan could remember was when he was thirteen, and they had been given a very sought-after Book of Shadows, from a renowned local witch who had passed away. The witch’s son had hired a small group of bikers to deliver the large, loosely bound book to them. The bikers had all looked burly and tough, the air had been tense, but Dan never felt like he was in danger. Overall, it was an easy delivery, almost normal. That was until the bikers turned away to leave with only Dan still watching them. He had no idea what to do or say when he witnessed each man suddenly turn into a large crow, and fly away.
A couple of days ago, when Dan went into the back room of the shop, he noticed a thick envelope had been pushed underneath the door. He was the only one of the family that went into the back rooms, so he shouldn’t have been surprised to see the letter was addressed to him, but he was. The envelope was dyed a pale blue color and felt thick to the touch as if it had been made by hand. What truly made the letter seem spectacularly odd, was the way it had been sealed.
A glob of burnt orange wax had been placed on the folding envelope to close it, but that’s not what made Dan sweat nervously and run to his parents. No, it was the insignia in the wax; a fox curved into the shape of a crescent moon with a carefully crafted ‘L’ in the middle. The Lester’s had contacted his family.
The Lester’s were renowned in the magic community for their abilities. Psychics, witches, mediums; you name it, they had it in their blood. The family was also aloof, and very secretive. If you needed to speak with them, you would have to go out of your way to find one of them, but they would never make it easy. They were tricksters, playfully evasive, but also very protective of their magic. For them to do anything for you, you would have to prove your worth, otherwise they would laugh you away.
Dan had heard rumors that the Lester’s would make you sign a magically binding contract if they did choose to help you, stating that if you told anyone how you found them or what they did for you, you would no longer have a voice to speak with. Of course, he couldn’t say if that was true or not, as he had no reason to mess with the Lester’s. He was quite content keeping himself away from magic, as much as his job would permit at least.
When Dan had presented the letter to his parents, his father had reached to grab it, but his fingers went right through it. Dan had tried to hand it to his mother, but her hands had gone right through it as well. Only Dan was able to hold it.
“Well, go on honey, open it,” Dan's mum had encouraged.
He had taken a shaky breath and opened the letter carefully, being sure not to harm the wax insignia,
“Daniel Howell, I am quite sure that this letter is the last thing that you or any of your family would have expected, as my family has never chosen to share our work or our secrets; but times have changed for now. On Friday morn, I plan to have an original work of my family delivered to your shop, only in hopes that it may help those who truly need it.
I will not go into detail of what the book holds, as it will only show its secrets to those who truly need and deserve the information. Trust, the book is blessed and protected from those who are not worthy. Many people will come to your shop and pay to see the book, and most will leave disappointed. This book is a gift to you and to your family.
We have been watching you from afar young Howell, and we admire your dedication to things that you don’t even fully believe. You have a wonderful destiny, of that I am sure!
Now, the book will be delivered at seven in the morning on this Friday the second of October. Please, be sure to leave the door open, otherwise the deal will be off. I ask that all three of you be in the front room to accept our gift.
We do not expect money payment or anything else of the sort, we just ask that you; Daniel, take gentle care of the book and perhaps give it a read if you are deemed worthy.
I truly hope that you enjoy and cherish this blessing for years to come.
Blessed Be, Evanora Briar Lester”
Dan’s parents had immediately begun to plan for the morning of the delivery nervously; not completely believing that the letter was legitimate. It could’ve been a long drawn-out prank of sorts. Magic welders could often be tricky and cause mischief when they got bored, but Dan knew the letter was real. He couldn’t explain why, but he just knew it was not a prank.
The morning of the delivery, the Howells stood nervously near the open door. There had been no sign that anyone was coming, not even a shadow or the sounds of footsteps. The stress of such a grand delivery was weighing heavily on Dan’s mind, he felt like anything and everything could go wrong. As soon as the large grandfather clock behind him struck seven, he heard a scuttling from the fog that sat calmly outside the door.
Though they couldn’t see anything, Dan felt his mother tense up beside him as cold air filled the small room where they stood, making their breath suddenly visible to them. Dan swallowed thickly as a few chirping screams seemed to wrap around his family, circling them in. He still couldn’t see much of anything but he felt it. Someone was definitely near them, not quite in the room, but they were there.
As quickly as the loud squeals began, they stopped, the silence bringing in a calming warmth as well. The fog outside began to part perfectly, gravel crunching softly beneath feet. Dan was the first to notice their visitor, noting the stark blue eyes against silver fur; A fox.
The fox walked carefully into the building, a large book secure in its mouth. Dan's father greeted the fox nervously, only to be met with a snarl. The fox was looking only at Dan as it stepped forward. The brunette swallowed so loudly that he was sure that the fox could hear it. He felt cold and shaky, worried that he might make a wrong move and the creature would turn on him.
Without thinking, Dan felt himself fall to one knee, making himself small for the fox who seemed to be scrutinizing him and his family. Dan’s mother gasped at his action, but the fox’s eyes were trained only on Dan as it stepped forward, setting the large book directly in front of him. The fox used its nose to push the book to Dan’s foot before stepping forward, placing its cold snout against the palm of his hand and huffing softly.
“I trust you, Daniel. I believe in your strength with all my soul. Please, do what you need to do and remember my voice. Nothing happens by coincidence, this was meant to happen. Magic has a funny way of appearing in the most unexpected ways, you’ll see. Stay safe. My family will protect you always, but I need you to meet us halfway. I will see you again, I promise…”
The voice was in his mind, but it wasn’t his own, nor was it a voice he recognized. The rational part of his mind told him that he was just overly tired and imagining things, but he knew all too well what magic was capable of. The fox had spoken to him. Dan looked down at the fox who was pulling its snout away from him, huffing again. He looked into its eyes as they seemed to change, specks of golden light appearing around its pupils..
The fox seemed to bow to him before suddenly running out the door, slamming it to a close without even touching it. Dan tried to push himself up from the hardwood floor beneath him, but he felt disoriented and dizzy. He instead trained his eyes on the book that sat at his feet.
“That was no mere fox,” Dan’s mother whispered, reaching down to help her son up, “I truly believe that we were just in the presence of a Lester.”
Dan stood up with his mother’s help, grunting softly as he began to feel steady again, “I think so too… I never thought that they would send one of their family members to us.”
Ethan, Dan’s father patted Dan on the shoulder gently, “I’m proud of you son, it was like you knew who the fox was. Our ancestors would be proud. Now, let’s see the book, yeah?”
Dan smiled at his father’s words, feeling proud of himself while he reached down to the book, gasping in surprise when it jumped into his hands. He stared carefully at the leather cover, eyes trailing over the familiar fox insignia placed on the ribbon that bound the book.
“Let’s see if we can read it,” Ethan suggested, reaching to take the book.
Nervously, Dan nodded in agreement before placing the book in his father’s awaiting hands, watching him open it to the front cover and listening intently as Ethan read it out loud;
“This book was written by Philip Michael Lester. It is enchanted, thus only those who are truly worthy may read it. The pages will most likely be blank for you, so please do not take it out on the Howells. If you do, you will regret it; that is a promise.” Ethan read, raising his eyebrows curiously, “Wow, they were prepared…”
“I don’t think I’ve heard of Philip Lester before, I never really thought about how many of them there are.” Fiona, Dan’s mum whispered, “Open to the next page dear, I want to see if we can read it.”
Ethan nodded, standing between Dan and Fiona before opening the book to the middle, grumbling sullenly, “It’s blank for me.”
Fiona sighed and nodded, “Same for me. How about you Daniel?”
Dan carefully crafted his answer as his eyes trailed over the page covered with words written in purple and blue ink “I don’t see anything either. I guess we’re just not worthy enough.” he mumbled with a shrug.
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phantomnostalgist · 2 years
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Phic: The Wesley of the Opera
My magnum opus, published on my LJ in 2007 (sorry about the tiny text!) - a cross-over with Wesley Wyndam Pryce (from Buffy & Angel) as the Phantom, and Fred as Christine.
It's very silly and contains several old memes.
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enigmawritesstuff · 9 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Le Fantôme de l'Opéra | Phantom of the Opera & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Christine Daaé/Erik | Phantom of the Opera Characters: Christine Daaé, Erik | Phantom of the Opera, Raoul de Chagny Additional Tags: A couple of children OCs, But they're not who you think they are, I like using parallels in my writing, Kind to Raoul, I made this tale up, Stories of the North?, death mention, Grief/Mourning, little bit of romance, post-musical, Post-Canon, Fix-It, AU, Set in Sweden, They have fields
Summary:
Christine finds a long lost man from her past, and listens to his tale.
BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! 
I’m now offically on AO3! I’m still EnigmaWritesStuff, though!
But, here’s the FFN link too, incase that’s your prefered one! 
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14248829/1/The-Bird-and-the-Whale 
I credit both @birdstooth​ and @nipuni​ in my AO3 author’s notes about their inspiration for me, for this phic! Thank you guys, keep being awesome!
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Dies Irae, Dies Angeli
AUgust 14. Angels and Demons
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
Summary: Erik, the Opera Ghost, died a long, long time ago. His body did, at least. But there's obviously something haunting the Opera House. A demon has come back to play.
A/N: this is just a snippety bit that I've had on my mind for a while that I might do more with later!
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The misshapen incubus glared from his seat atop the chandelier as the little people ran about with their manufactured emergencies. Always such haste for inconsequential problems. A wig not powdery enough, a music stand with a squeak, a shoelace too short, problems problems problems. It was all so tedious to observe, but was a necessary evil for his true love: music. Opera, musical theater, concerts, concertos… all were soothing to his fiery soul. It was all he needed to be happy.
Until he saw her.
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"Miss Daee, is it? Like the Swedish violinist? Descended from the musicians and craftsmen?"
Christine nodded politely, hands clasped in front of her. "Yes. Gustave was my father, may his soul be at peace," she added, taking in their reactions. Glib sadness, the kind when one knows of the deceased but never met them. Good. They'd not pry into her past beyond the niceties, see nothing more than the stars.
"And why have you chosen the Paris Opera House for your first performance?"
"It holds a dear place in my heart. My parents always spoke fondly of it, the way the sound carries and the building seems to have a beautiful life all its own. It really is second to none…" she leaned in conspiratorially, "despite what Sydney may want the world to think."
The delighted, rather pompous agreement signaled she had succeeded in acquiring a short residence.
The managers spoke of rehearsal schedules, practice spaces, all things well and good, and of course she could stay within the building, yes it was fine to walk around for inspiration occasionally, perfectly safe, etcetera, etcetera.
She tuned out the blathering, polite smile never wavering, as she took in the building. Old, beautiful, full of character and dignity. She loved these places, not just for the architecture or history, but for the spirits they carried. Usually wholesome, delightful things, spectres of musicians or actors, the lingering memories of cherished performances, the emotional highs and lows imprinting the space with beautiful light.
Unfortunately, it was a spirit of an entirely nature that brought her. She felt the markings in her skin tingle slightly as she felt the air shift. Something was here. Something decidedly out of place with the musical crowd. With luck, she could remove it peacefully. If not, she'd drag it back where it belonged.
Christine Daee was, after all, the most gifted exorcist this side of Rome. When she wasn't busy maintaining her solo career, she was ridding the world of evil. It seemed a little cliche, maybe a little anime, opera singer by day, demon hunter by night, but it was her life and she loved it.
Her favorite part, however, was never the expulsion. It was when she could save someone or something from the darkness. She hoped she could do so here.
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He watched the beautiful woman as she was escorted through his opera house, heart pounding as she effuses over the building and its charm. It seemed she would be performing, when rehearsals for the current project were through, and had chosen this place specifically for her grand season debut.
Erik hadn't felt stirrings like this in ages, but he knew well how vipers hid behind pretty faces. He tried to control the runaway feelings he had for this newcomer, at least until he could find out more. She could be terrible, after all.
But then they insisted she test out the stage. She stepped out, seeming sheepish and uncomfortable, but when she opened her mouth, it was like the host of heaven itself was singing through her. Her voice was divine, beautiful, otherworldly. Erik knew that she had to become his. His own Angel of Music.
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jestbee · 29 days
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@obv10usly, please accept this gift of fluffy, fluffy fic written just for you. I know you love the Foxes in Love and so I chose a post of theirs to inspire this little drabble. I know you're had a rough time recently but you're a really wonderful person who has been immeasurably kind to me on numerous occasions, for which I will never be able to pay you back, but please know this fic was written with love and appreciation for you. I hope you enjoy <3 To gently let you sleep Phan, 1k, G Phil has to get up early, Dan does not [Read it here]
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Ineffable
Clockwork did not watch as the halfa was brought into existence. He did not see it. But of course, that did not mean he hadn't felt it.
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Fandoms: Danny Phantom
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Clockwork & Danny Fenton, Clockwork & Observants (Danny Phantom)
Characters: Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Observants (Danny Phantom), Danny Fenton
Additional Tags: Parental Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Lost Time, Mentor Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Ghost Cores (Danny Phantom), Ghost Obsessions, danny dies, obviously, The Observants Suck, ghost lore, just a pinch, Eldritch Clockwork, Kinda, Its hinted at - Freeform, Eldritch Danny Fenton, Its implied, Mentioned Portal Accident, The Observants Are Assholes, retrospection, One Shot, Character Study, I think?
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