Dan Howell and Phil Lester are wizards at Hogwarts. What happens when they become friends? Hufflepuffs, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, Gryfidors, can they all be friends together? (I don't own Dan, Phil, Pj, Chris, or Harry Potter.)

Everyone has one. On their wrist. Initials. Your soulmate's initials. The ultimate OTP. You guys are meant to be. Here's the catch. You've got to find your soulmate before you are 26 years old. But for Tyler Oakley, time is running out. highest ranking #142 in fanfiction

Phil doesn't have a best friend in his life. That is, until Dan turns up at his school. They become close and Phil finds out that Dan has a twin brother, but hates to talk about him. It's not until Phil comes over to Dan's house that he finds out why.

What is it like to live in a world where your entire life is decided for you? Tyler Oakley knows something is wrong with him. So does his wife, Zoe. Yet, Zoe might know better than Tyler just what the problem may be. Troye Sivan has just turned eighteen. With a new career and spousal assignment, Troye feels lost and as if his life is spinning out of control. When Troye and Tyler meet, their instant bond may be just what they're both looking for. Or, just what will ruin them. What motivates The Society to do what they do? What will happen when Troye and Tyler discover that their new found friendship may be more than they bargained for? Will everything work out in the end? Or will The Society have their way?

A story of two school boys named Dan and Phil, told one sentence at a time.

"Even though you are a demon, the bloody antichrist, you are warm and you are my light. And I know that in this hellish eternity, I'll be ok. I'll be with you." //Sequel to The Midnight Man// probably will never finish

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*'BEST SERIES' WINNER (FANFICTION AWARDS 2017)* FIRST BOOK IN THE 'STAINED' SERIES Meet Phil Lester, a bad boy with blood on his hands. Literally. After one night strikes, Phil turns to a group of serial killers as a distraction and soon he finds himself with a trail of dead bodies at his own fault. Meet Dan Howell, a shy boy with flowers in his hair and nail polish on his fingers. Friendless and full of anxiety, he remains alone, until said serial killer with tattoos and piercings sits right next to him in the same support group. Phil finds himself falling for Dan when his mission is to kill him, and he wants to get close, even if that means spilling the unwanted truth- and a bit of blood. (punk!phil meets pastel!dan) [rated R for language and violence/gore]

What if you could hear them? The thoughts they deigned not reasonable enough to say out loud, the things not suitable for even a giggly teenage gossip conversation. Would it be a blessing or a curse? Troye, the unlucky teenager bestowed with this 'gift', thinks of it as a curse, with good reason. Do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship with someone when you know exactly what they think of you? Impossible. It's impossible. Or at least that's what Troye thinks, considering he's given up on even trying to make it work. He's different, people shun different. People hate different. And it's better to go under the radar, to be nothing, than to be hated. Right? Tyler, on the other hand, has taken a different approach to a similar problem. No, he can't 'read minds', but he does have a part of himself he doesn't want a soul to know about. He's quarterback, every girl's dream guy, an academic mastermind, and he's also gay. He's seen how different kids get treated, hell, he's been the one to treat them that way before. Why on Earth would he ever wish that on himself? No, it's easier to hide, to be someone you're not, than to be hated. Right?

"Hello." He hissed out of the corner of the dark room, I dared to call mine. He sounded distant, but I still cowered to direct my attention towards him. I soon felt cold air on the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around. His eyes were red like flames, clothes disheveled and torn. Even though his soul appeared dark, the pink in his lips was still prominent. His pitch black hair stood perfectly on top of his face that screamed beauty and danger. But the slightest blood stains on his hands reminded me of what he really was. A pair of lips barely touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine, "I've been waiting," he whispered against my skin. He was my childhood monster. He was just a demon. He was The Midnight Man. And I think I loved him. //First book of the series// **please don't steal this. if you do ur a dick**