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This is a Lemon. I must warn you this is all just sex, not much else. So if ur not into slash or sexual content, this fic may not be for you.This is my first attempt at a Phanfiction. Enjoy :)No Beta for this fic, so i appologize if there are any errors

With a previously abusive relationship and wrists littered with scars, Dan won't let himself fall for the boy who is trying to help him. But what happens when he does? He starts falling harder than ever.

Dan Howell is just a young boy being sent off to boarding school so his parents don't have to deal with him and his roommate isn't exactly the greatest person to live with

Basically just a bunch of drabbles within the fandoms I follow between the length of really short paragraphs to small one-shots because sometimes I don't know when to stop writing. If you want me to write about specific characters/scenarios/fandoms or have a prompt for me, drop a comment my way and I'll be glad to write it for you. x *each chapter will have letters in capitals at the end to establish which fandom it belongs to, i.e Chicago Fire-CF, Harry Potter-HP, Jaspar-J, Phandom-PH, Avengers-AVI'll add more as I add more fandoms to this work.

Rich girls don't marry poor boys.But can rich boys marry poor boys? ------------ In the medieval time, Phil Lester is a prince. On his 18th birthday he is expected to marry a beautiful woman... a rich woman.But Phil notices a cute boy, he's anything he could ask for; his parents and people may not approve but love is love.Right?

Dan Howell is a 25 year old living in London with his boyfriend, Phil Lester. He lives a fairly normal life, I mean if you count being a YouTuber as normal. Everything was going good in Dan's life, until he gets smacked with something that'll change his life forever.

I was walking the rocky paths of the campground on tremulous legs, trying to clear my head of the voices shouting at me. My eyes were blurry and colours were mixing with sounds. I could see sounds, hear colours, my brain whirling as a sense of synesthesia took over. The wind was only a zephyr, but it felt like enough to pick me up and carry me to Oz. The voices were shouting at me, taking over every sense I had. I felt like I was swimming through a tidal wave, and I would never be able to get out of it. Salt water tears falling down my cheeks, and suddenly I was swimming through memories of him, the tears enhancing the stinging pain of his presence, and I don't think I can ever forget that feeling.