Get Out Of My Head (Phan) by beautyinthenight, literature
Literature
Get Out Of My Head (Phan)
And I thought no breakup could be as bad as my last one. Sometimes I wonder how naïve I can be, especially when it comes to love. I always let my heart lead me where it chooses, with my brain creating the boundaries to try and stop me getting into trouble. It’s when I let someone inside the walls that I’m the most vulnerable.
Like now.
Why can’t he get out of my head?
I mean it’s not like I didn’t see this coming. Ever since we had that argument (well, was it a fight? There wasn’t any shouting, but neither of us are confrontational, it was just more of a cold shoulder on his behalf) over the stupid Dan
Magic in the Air (Phan/Harry Potter) [Part 2] by beautyinthenight, literature
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Magic in the Air (Phan/Harry Potter) [Part 2]
“…A Howell in Slytherin? It’s unheard of! You’d best work very hard, and still achieve the top grades. We were hoping for big things for you, Daniel. I hope that you have not been deceiving us this entire time.
Your mother wishes you well, and reminds you to eat well and dress warmly in the winter.
From Your father.”
The letter arrived on the second morning, landing onto Dan’s empty plate, delivered by his owl Batty (after Bathilda Bagshot), delivering his father’s discontent at his house. The disappointment was enough to make him cry, but a Slytherin wouldn’t cry at the breakfast table, and
Magic in the Air (Phan/Harry Potter) [Part 1] by beautyinthenight, literature
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Magic in the Air (Phan/Harry Potter) [Part 1]
“Howell, Daniel!” Professor McGonagall shouted, after the girl named Hermione had skipped off towards the Gryffindor table.
Dan stepped forward and put the hat on his head, watching as the crowd in front of him vanished into a sea of black. He knew what to expect, he came from a pureblood family, all having been in Ravenclaw, who had prepared him for this moment. How to feel, what to expect, so he didn’t feel nervous. The voice in his ear didn’t surprise him, neither did the train or the boats up to the castle. He’d seen so many pictures of the castle that he spent the journey looking for hidden passages and pla
Perhaps I'm Sick of Being Mr Nice Guy by beautyinthenight, literature
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Perhaps I'm Sick of Being Mr Nice Guy
I’m not the fedora-wearing type,
Believing all the “friendzone” hype.
I open the doors because its polite,
Not thinking, I do what is right.
But I’m starting to be sick of me,
Mr Nice Guy, so no one sees,
That I have emotions well hidden,
My own feelings overridden,
To care for others, put them all first.
But sometimes I am fit to burst.
And while I’m happy to be selfless,
Looking outward, fixing the mess,
I’m sick of being in second place,
Turn off that frown, turn on the brave face.
And I’m happy, just on occasion,
I’m too open to persuasion.
And until I can say no,
Mr Nice Guy won&rsq
Nobody ever expects to end up here, papers in front of them, lawyer by their side, and former love across the table. But here were Dan and Phil, once head-over-heels in love, now in the divorce lawyers' office, about to sign away their happy ever after and walk out their separate ways. When the “I do”s had been said just 5 years ago, it seemed as if they were sealing a pact to be together forever, an unbreakable truce to not give up no matter what hardships hit them. But they had been young and naïve, and the real world was rarely so kind.
“We just need your signatures here and here” Phil’s lawyer said arti
Warning: Character Death
“Hi guys... I don’t know if you can hear me...”
The power is down, the lights all out, the emergency exit sign above the door’s faint glow doing nothing to illuminate the scene. I’m on the floor, under the desk, my headphones over my ears and a microphone clasped in one hand. It’s only me in here; at least I think there is only me. I daren’t get up and look, I’m not exactly hidden well as it is, it’s just the best I could do under the circumstances. I don’t even know if this microphone is transmitting or not, but it’s worth a shot. And it’s comf
We are never getting back together (Phan Drabble) by beautyinthenight, literature
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We are never getting back together (Phan Drabble)
Separate bedrooms, separate lives. Waking up in the morning and not having to worry about what you’re going to wear because you have nobody to impress. Eating as much food as you want, and not having to share it. Crying and laughing and screaming all at once because the emotion has to get out. That’s what breaking up means. No more arguing till 3am, no more dishes being broken, no more breakup and eventual makeup sex. No more pretending to like all the assholes he hangs around with, and no more pretending to like everything that he does just to keep on his good side.
That’s what we’re entering, but this time I want i
Ghosts of Love (Phan) by beautyinthenight, literature
Literature
Ghosts of Love (Phan)
Smut is implied in this one, just a warning
There is a room, wooden floorboards bare and creaking, blue wallpaper peeling away in the damp-ridden corners, and in the centre of the room is a done-in leather sofa. The man sitting on the sofa isn’t noticeable at first, and even when you know that he’s there it is still difficult to establish where the fabric stops and the man begins. He seems to melt into the creases in the sofa, head leant back on a piece where the leather has completely ripped away to reveal the sponge underneath, his dark shirt the same colour as the couch that he sits on.
There’s not much else in the room
The end of summer (phan) by beautyinthenight, literature
Literature
The end of summer (phan)
The fire flickers and catches my eyes, though it’s dimming now, burning itself to death. This is the place we always come to, kids from all over the neighbourhood, it’s where some of my happiest memories are from. The summer is over, this is our last bonfire, and now it’s time for autumn and winter. The air and the wind have that last-night chill to it, hinting at the imminent return to the cold weather. I always feel nostalgic at this time of year, but perhaps this year more than ever before. Tomorrow I go back to school, back to the familiar faces and corridors and boring old life, but for now I can sit under the stars an
Posessed (Phan/Supernatural Crossover) by beautyinthenight, literature
Literature
Posessed (Phan/Supernatural Crossover)
There’s something up with Dan, something hasn’t been quite right for the last couple of days. I doubt anyone else would notice, nobody else knows him quite like I do, we’ve got something special which goes deeper than just romance. Maybe we’re soulmates, life partners, but I know everything about him, which is why I know that something just isn’t right. I can’t put my finger on it, sometimes it’s just the odd sentence which is different, his sarcasm levels have upped tenfold, and when he thinks I’m not looking he smirks. Oh, and he doesn’t seem to care if I steal his cereal anymore. Just l