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“Are you sure you have to go to this convention?” Dan asked, leaning on their front door whilst Phil stood on the doorstep about to leave for a work trip for one night. Dan sighed, he was nervous because of Phil being away, he had only been left with Amelia on his own twice before. Also knowing he won’t sleep well tonight, he could never have a good night's sleep without Phil beside him.

“I’m sorry, love. But I do need to go to this. It’ll only be one night, I’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon. You’ll be fine.” Phil answered softly, walking closer and rubbing his thumb on Dan’s cheek to comfort him. Smiling fondly at his husband, Phil hated leaving Dan even if it was just for one night, he knew how anxious Dan got without him.

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muscle to muscle, toe to toe

maybe it's ok to trade a lie in for an early morning slow dance lesson

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Dan's really not sure where Amelia got her sleep schedule from. Not from him, and definitely not from Phil. What he is sure of, is that she is currently in the kitchen, being loud at 8am on a Saturday.

Dan huffs out a breath and begins to pull himself out of the grip Phil has established some time during the night. As he wriggles away, he hears a groan and what sounds like "noo" from Phil. He rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to Phil's temple before extracting himself and going to find their daughter.

It's interesting to stand and watch Amelia when she thinks she's on her own. She's a curious child, Dan thinks, as she dances lightly around the kitchen, humming a little tune to herself. It warms Dan's heart, and reminds him of her last birthday, when they gifted her with weekly ballroom dance lessons. Her face had lit up and she had pulled her fathers in to a massive bear hug.

Amelia attempts a rather ambitious spin and nearly falls into their kitchen table, and that's when Dan decides it's time to intervene.

"Hey, careful there Ames," he says gently. She jumps and looks up at him with wide eyes. "Don't hurt yourself, sweetie."

"I'm teaching myself to spin!" Amelia says excitedly, "watch me, watch me!"

She drags Dan to sit down on a chair and stands in front of him. One deep breath in and she pushes off with one foot, spinning quickly over the tiled floor. Her socks make her slip, though, and Dan is quick to catch her before she does too much damage.

"You're doing so well, Ames!" he laughs. "But don't do that in your slippy socks, okay? If you hurt yourself you won't be able to do your classes, you know."

"Okay daddy," Amelia nods.

He bends down to plant a kiss on the top of her head before setting to work on making the morning coffee. Amelia stands and watches for a couple of minutes before she speaks up.

"Daddy..." she drags out the 'y' sound.

"Amy..." he copies her and she giggles.

"Do you dance?"

"Do I dance?" he repeats. He turns to her then, one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. "Well, not like you do."

"There's more dancing than what I do, Mrs Bentley told me," Amelia says matter-of-factly.

"Well, she's right," Dan nods. "I have danced. Me and your papa danced a lot when we got married."

"You and papa?" Amelia is delighted at this development. "Papa dances too!"

"Well, I wouldn't go as far as to say that he dances," Dan laughs fondly. "Slow dancing doesn't really count as dancing anyway, not really."

"What's slow dancing?" Amelia frowns. "Most of the dancing I do is slow, and you said you don't dance like me."

"Ah, well slow dancing is a bit different," Dan tells her. "It's not really dancing at all, just swaying really."

"Can you teach me?"

Dan laughs a little.

"I can try." He steps towards her. "Can you reach your hands to my shoulders?"

Amelia stands on her tip-toes and just about reaches Dan's shoulders. He smiles softly.

"Well, that won't do," he tells her. "Come here, stand on my toes and see if that helps you."

She moves to stand her toes on his and the extra height helps her out a little. Dan puts his own hands on Amelia's arms to hold her steady and begins to move his feet a little, swaying softly. It's a little difficult when he's trying to carry Amelia's weight on his feet, but they manage it.

Neither of them notice Phil in the doorway, phone out and capturing the moment. Some things are for instagram, but this little slice of life is just for them.

"What's going on in here?" Phil asks gruffly, his voice thick with sleep. "I came to see where my coffee had got to."

"I got a bit distracted," Dan shrugs, turning his head to press a kiss to Phil's mouth. "Morning, hun."

"Papa, is it true that you dance?" Amelia asks, stepping down from Dan's toes.

Phil splutters a little laugh and raises an eyebrow. "Where on earth did you hear that?"

"Daddy said you danced when you got married."

"Did he now?" Phil laughs. "I remember daddy once telling me I had four left feet."

Dan rolls his eyes. "I stand by that. Slow dancing is different, remember?"

"Okay, daddy," Amelia nods. She turns to Phil. "Papa, can I slow dance with you now?"

"Sure, kiddo," Phil smiles. He's not prepared for Amelia to immediately climb on to his toes but he accepts it. It's a little easier for her to reach his shoulders and he begins to sway her.

Dan can't handle the fondness that swells in his heart, and he manages to slot himself behind Phil mid-sway. He wraps his arms round Phil's waist and tucks his head into the crook of Phil's waist.

Amelia seems thrilled about this development. It's very exciting that now she gets to dance with both her dads, and she moves her hands to hold Dan's. She has to make sure she includes them both.

Maybe Dan spends the whole day yawning. Maybe he takes a little nap at 4pm because he's been up since 8 fucking am. But it was completely worth it. Being a dad really is rewarding, in its strange and fun and dancey ways.

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I had so much fun writing my first kid fic with the help of my beta, @heartthrobphilly and basing it off of @bluevlvvt ’s artwork (the link above!) —— Word count: 2.6k Prompt: Phil offers to drive his friends daughter (lola) to her ballet lesson. he runs into a cute dad with his daughter rosie. he offers to drive lola to her ballet lessons every week after that. (slow plot development lol) Warnings: light cursing, angst —— It’s 3:02pm as Phil waits outside of Brookside Elementary School. According to Ian, Lola usually exits through this door and waits to be retrieved from the playground. So far, there’s no sign of the little blonde girl playing outside.

A shout of “Uncle Phil!” catches his attention and he turns around to the soccer pitch just in time to see the kindergartener running at him, embracing him in a hug when they collide. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m taking care of you tonight, remember? Your dad has a big business dinner, and your mom is in Wolverhampton for her job, yeah?”

“Ohhhhh, I just thought Grandma would be taking care of me again,” the six year old explains, not seeming particularly fussed.

“C’mon, let’s head home.”

Two hours later when Phil suggests they order Chinese to the brick house, Lola quickly shuts his craving down. “Uncle Phil, we can’t have Chinese tonight, Thursdays are always Kraft Dinner nights, dummy!”

“Hey Lola, are you done with your dinner? You have ballet soon and still need to get ready!” Seeing Lola’s face that has a bit of the cheesy noodles left on it from quickly scarfing down her meal, Phil grabs a paper towel from the roll on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah! Do you have my leotard?” Phil grabs the light green leotard out of the overnight bag that Lola had brought along, handing it to her with the napkin, (“Lols, you’re a mess!”) her slippers, and a pair of tights.

The drive to the Portner Ballet Studio takes about 15 minutes, with Phil accidentally hitting every red light possible. This causes Lola some distress, claiming that the five minutes she has before class “isn’t enough to talk to Rosie, and she’s the only nice one there that I like.”

Nevertheless, when the raven-haired man and his favorite “niece” enter the building, a small girl with fluffy brown hair immediately runs up to Lola and hugs her. “Rosie, this is my Uncle Phil!

“Lola! You’re finally here! Daddy said you might not be coming today because you’re normally here before me,” the brunette pauses, “but you’re here now, see, Daddy? I told you she would come!”

Phil is frozen. The man who walks up behind Rosie is the most beautiful person Phil has seen, and that’s saying something, considering that Chris Hemsworth exists. But no, the curly brown fringe, hazel eyes, tall, lanky stature, and his soft face (not to mention his monochrome aesthetic and “best dad in the world” travel mug) easily outrank even the likes of Thor.

“Um, hey?” Phil is snapped out of his trance, needing to be able to respond to the greeting. “You’re Lola’s uncle?”

“Well, um, sort of? I’m really good family friends with Lola’s dad, and so I’m kind of an unofficial uncle to her.” Had he been responding to anything else, Phil probably would’ve stuttered, but the number of times he’s had to explain the title makes it so he can explain perfectly, even in front of someone this stunning.

“I’m- I’m Dan.” The two men glance over at the young girls who are chattering animatedly.

“Oh, yeah, Phil Lester.” Dan holds his hand out for a handshake.

“Rosie’s my daughter,” he says quietly, but there’s no mistaking the fondness he has when he says it.

“I can tell, she looks just like you, without the black and white.”

“Oh, I guess we do? My parents keep saying she looks like, um, Angie-” Dan’s voice decrescendos as he gets further along his sentence.

“Angie … is Rosie’s mom?”

“Oh, um, yeah.” Phil’s heart drops.

“Cool.” Not cool. Dan has a wife. Dan had a kid. With his wife.

“Have you got any kids?” Dan asks, a light blush still visible across his cheeks.

“Ah, no, I didn’t have time to find someone in Uni and now I’m single with 2 masters degrees.” Phil unconsciously plots a way to make himself seem more interesting.

“What are they in?” Dan asks, looking genuinely curious.

“I got my first one in English language and linguistics, and my second in post-production editing.”

“What do you do with those? How do they fit together?”

“I’m a special effects engineer for Disney, and they don’t really fit together to be honest,” Phil pauses, “although I do make YouTube videos and that kind of meshes them together,”

“Wow, um, cool,” Dan stutters.

“So what about you?”

“Huh?”

“What’s your job, besides ‘best dad in the world’?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m stupid.” Phil giggles, thinking of how his father would reply with ‘Hi stupid, I’m dad!’. “But I’m a writer for Vogue and I dabble in fashion photography. It’s mainly just taking photos of Rosie if I’m being honest, but the photographers sometimes get sick and I end up doing the shoot.”

“Vogue? Like, the fashion magazine?” Phil doesn’t know much about fashion, but he’s seen the magazine numerous times in the Tesco checkout lane.

“Yeah, well, technically it’s British Vogue, but…”

“Yeah.”

There’s a calm but slightly awkward silence as the conversation loses direction. The two men avoid eye contact, not wanting to make it worse.

The silence is broken by Dan’s tenor voice. “So what films have you worked on?”

“I got to work a bit on Spiderman: Homecoming, but the Live-action Beauty and the Beast was pretty fun. You know the scene where the gold leaf comes off of the ceiling to go on Belle’s dress?” When Dan nods, Phil breaks out into a grin. “That was me.”

“Wow.” Dan breathes out. “After she saw that, she kept trying to put stickers on her ceiling in the hopes that they would transfer to her shirt. It was a nightmare.”

“Ah, sorry.”

“Nah mate, it was kind of funny as well. I’ve got a few photos that I’ll save for when she graduates.”

“She’ll love that,” Phil chuckles, and the deep, throaty sound makes Dan’s heart stutter. “So you’re into fashion?”

Dan blushes. “Yeah? I mean I can’t really afford any designers, but I’ll turn into a fanboy at times.”

“Why do they charge so much? Like, half of the suits these designers make look identical to something I could buy from a department store for thousands of dollars less.”

“Well, a lot of designers carefully hand-make every piece, whereas the stuff you get in a store has probably been made by a pre-programmed machine and poorly paid workers in a factory. There’s also differences in fabric types, quality, and origins. And, a lot of designers will tailor the suit to perfectly fit you for a slightly higher price. If you go to a department store-”

“I see what you mean when you say you turn into a fanboy, but thank you for the mini lesson on why celebrities are willing to spend so much money on a navy tux. Your insights are amusing.” Phil grins.

“Did you also know that navy suits are better investments than black ones? It’s because the blue fits into so many more settings than a black one.”

While Phil could watch Dan talk about his passions for hours, just watching and memorizing how the lines change across his face, and God, that dimple, Phil supposes his relentless staring would get a bit creepy. “So what are the ballet lessons like? I’ve only been to a few of Lola’s performances.”

“Oh, um, well, they spend the first 20 minutes warming up, and then they move to the barre where they practice a bunch of stuff that’s in French that I can’t remember, and then they start to go over the routine for their next performance.”

“What is it?”

“What?”

“Their next performance?”

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m stupid,” Dan blushes for what must be the fiftieth time since he first met Phil. “The studio is putting on The Firebird.”

“No! Um, I mean, you’re not stupid. I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with The Firebird. What is it about?” Phil has heard the name before, but only in the context of movie scores resembling Stravinsky’s composition. “It sounds kind of intense, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know much, but from what Rosie’s told me, the firebird gets caught by a prince and when he lets her go she helps him defeat the magician to save some princess, but I’m pretty sure I’m missing like half of the plot. I would say to just Google it and not to go by my word,” The nervous laughter emitted by Dan makes Phil instantly worry that he might have made the brunet uncomfortable or misread Dan’s friendliness as a blossoming friendship when it might have been a ploy to gather gossip for the nosy ballet moms.

“Thanks, I think I’ll trust you on that.” Dan offers a small smile at Phil’s response, letting the two men fall into silence as they watch the group of young girls and 3 boys practice their pliés and dégagés. An hour and a half later, the children exit the studio and find their guardians to go home.

“It was nice meeting you, Phil,’’ Dan admits as Rosie and Lola exchange a goodbye hug. The six words send Phil’s heart into overdrive and he feels his cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, you too, Dan,” Phil replies, proud of himself for not tripping over his words. Looking back, Phil’s whole interaction was impressive, considering his track record of ending up injured in some way.

Last time, Phil wound up with a broken ankle, having paid more attention to the cute digital renderer than the set of stairs they were walking down. It wasn’t all for nothing, though, Phil having gained the cute man’s phone number. Not that that did much for his love life, finding out two days that the boy he had his eyes on was dating the very female gaffer of their most recent movie, but that’s not the point.

This time, nothing will happen, because a) Phil dropping Lola off at ballet was a one time thing, so most likely, he’ll never see Dan again, and b) Dan has a daughter, who is his genetically, which means he has (or had) a wife, all summarizing that no matter how cute the brunet is, Dan is straight.

Not that Phil’s brain will accept that Dan is off-limits as a possible partner. Over the next few days, the image of soft brown eyes, curly fringes, and lanky limbs continuously make appearances in the back of Phil’s head. The very effective distractions cause Phil’s co-workers to worry, and PJ’s repetitive “have you been sleeping okay?”s have driven Phil to the point of insanity.

The answer to PJ’s question is quite easily “no”, Phil having only slept well once that week (he refused to admit it but that was the night that he got off to the image of a faceless figure who looked suspiciously like the boy who wouldn’t leave his head.)

By Wednesday, Phil was fed up with his brain’s reaction to not having seen Dan since the previous Thursday. Pulling out his phone, he does the only thing he can think of to satisfy his hungry mind. He calls Ian.

“Phil? Do you need something?” is the answer he gets when Ian finally picks up.

“No, um, I was just wondering, would you like me to take Lola to ballet again tomorrow?” Phil looks at the lines he had written down on a notepad, an effort to keep himself from going into a 20-minute rant about how in love with Dan he is.

“Sure, I guess? Why are you offering?”

“Just thought that you and Pam could use a break,”

“Oh, okay then, thanks! Same as last week?”

“Sure! Talk to you later!”

Phil’s convinced that his squeal of excitement was the reason that the people who lived across the street turned their lights on and not the fact that their smoke detector went off. He probably set that off too, in hindsight. And caused the stove fire.

23 hours later, Phil finds himself standing inside the dance studio again, surrounded by shrieking kids, chattering parents, and the faint sound of the top 20 radio playing in the background.

“Mister Phil! Where’s Lola?” Rosie pulls on Phil’s sleeve, stopping when she sees her best friend walk out of the bathroom.

“Why, Miss Rosie, she’s right there!” Rosie giggles, pulling out of a hug with Lola.

“I know that now, silly.” She and Lola run into the studio, eager to get to do the optional partner stretches before class starts.

“Are you Lola’s father?” A woman dressed in a skirt suit and heels walks up behind Phil.

“Oh, no, I’m just a family friend. I occasionally take Lola to ballet to give her parents some alone time.”

“Ah.” The woman sticks her hand out for a handshake. “I’m Angela Wright, Rosie’s mom.”

Had there been a small creature under it, Phil’s heart would have killed it from the speed at which it fell. He knew that Rosie had a mom, that Dan had a wife, that Dan wasn’t available. So why did it still hurt so much?

“Oh, cool,” Phil responds a moment later, his voice considerably deflated.

Phil’s unspoken question is answered right as it pops into is head. “Dan contracted the flu, and is stuck at home in bed, which is why I’m here this week. I’m normally responsible for taking Rosie to taekwondo while he takes care of ballet lessons, but that evidently won’t work this week. Honestly, it’s just like Dan to get a winter disease in the middle of summer.”

“I was going to ask about setting up a playdate between Rosie and Lola, but…” Angie trails off.

“Yeah,” Phil nods in understanding, not liking this woman any more than he did a minute ago. “I’m gonna go sit down.” No response comes from the woman, but Phil’s not particularly bothered.

Maybe he should be nicer to the wife of the man he’s stupidly trying to woo, but he just can’t. How is he supposed to be nice to his competition, who’s already clearly won?

When he vaguely notices the ballet instructor make a big motion with her arms, Phil decides that watching a group of five and six year olds is an adequate distraction from the turmoil in his brain. After 10 minutes of watching the kids do various tasks, jumping and prancing around the room, he zones off.

“Uncle Phillll, come onnnnnnn!” wakes Phil from his trance, no longer seeing the ballet students in the studio but now milling around the lobby and leaving. “Class ended like, forever ago! Can we leave? I wanna go get ice cream!”

A quick look at the clock told Phil that class had only ended 5 minutes ago, but to an antsy six-year-old, he supposed that could feel like an eternity.

“Lola, we aren’t getting ice cream. I’d rather not have your parents be mad at me for loading you up on sugar, right?” The small girl pouts but grabs Phil’s hand, dragging him to the car.

While it was easy getting Lola into her car seat, getting her out was a whole other task. It took Phil, Ian, Pamela, a blanket, 2 stuffed animals, and a lullaby to successfully remove the sleeping child out of the carseat, into the house, and onto her bed where she could sleep without interruption.

Once he was back in his car, Phil sat in the driveway, resting his head on the steering wheel, regretting ever offering to take Lola to dance lessons at all. Remember back in college when all those crushes were single? You fucked up, bud.

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Phil was trying his best to go to sleep, but he couldn’t, so he had sent me to make him a cup of tea. On the trip back, after delivering the cup, I noticed Quinn in his cot, cooing. “Come to bed” my husband whined. I reassured him that I’d be on my way soon. I crouched next to Quinn and smiled at him. He giggled. “Why aren’t you asleep?” I whispered to my 7 month old. He smiled again. He was a very smiley baby. I ran my hand along his cheek in awe at my beautiful child. “Your entire face fits inside my hand,” I announced to him. Across the room, I heard Phil snoring, he must have drank the tea very quickly.

“Look at your hand! I have fingers bigger than your hand, well, not quite,” I chuckled, and Quinn smiled at me some more. “Tiny hands. Tiny hands.” I thought for a moment before saying, “I wonder what you’ll be when you’re older. Will you be a dancer? Or an actor? Will you follow your dads and join YouTube? Will you be straight? Gay, like papa? Pansexual like me? Something else? Will you remain a tiny man? Or in 17 years will I be talking to my tiny lady? Or my tiny person? I hope you’ll be happy in 17 years, I hope we raise you well Quinny, my tiny man.” The room was silent for a while, Quinn had fallen asleep when I was wondering what his future will be like, I smiled at his sleeping form. “Dan, please come to bed”

“Okay”

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Fic: Parents Without Partners 1

The next chapter of “The Roles We Play” is currently with the beta reader, so I won’t be able to post it for another few days, so I thought I’d give you guys this little bit of something that I wrote for a prompt @jorzuela sent me more than a year ago. I’m not sure how long it’ll be—maybe just the two parts I’ve already written.

Title: Parents Without Partners Rating: G Word Count: 1,173 (this part) Summary: Dan and Phil are both single dads who don’t really know how to do this whole dating thing

Parents Without Partners 1: Meet Cute

While a group of rowdy children of various ages engaged in a rather haphazard attempt at a game of football, a group of much less rowdy and much more uncomfortable adults of various ages stood around nearby, ostensibly watching the match but more subtly watching each other.

That was the purpose of the event, after all. They didn’t call the organization Children With One Parent, they called it Parents Without Partners … so the point was for the single parents to mingle. Some were taking the opportunity, chatting with others about the game, about their children, and about banal topics such as the weather.

A few, however, hovered awkwardly about, not talking to anyone. Two men, in particular, hadn’t spoken to a single person except their own children since arriving.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester Characters: Phil Lester, Dan Howell Additional Tags: pre-parent!phan, Surrogacy, IVF, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scared phil, Scared Author, Kinda Fluffy, Fuzzy maybe, Supportive dan, I don't have a Supportive Dan Series: Part 1 of Fatherhood Summary:

It's not what they planned... Written for @phandomficfests “Fic You’re Afraid To Write” Flash Fic Fest. So be nice. To EVERYONE TAKING PART.

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Dad Phan

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Also known as ‘Someone get these men something to love, a baby, a doggo, a cat, like literally A N Y T H I N G

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a new day has come

Summary: Dan and Phil become parents. Phil is terrified but so, so in love with their little girl.

Notes:

I finally managed to write a Parent!Phan fic. I enjoyed writing this little one-shot so much, that I'm definitely looking to write far more parent phan in the future - in fact, I have a list going.

The title is taken from 'A New Day Has Come' by Celine Dion (showing my Canadian roots.)

Please like/reblog/follow if you enjoyed!

You can also find me on Twitter @Galactic_Howell

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15244632

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