#parentphan

[lixianisnothere]

i did @/zachstaph ‘s (from twitter) draw this in your style! it took a long time but i’m quite proud of it and i hope yall like it too🥺

[bibybuck]

right here

pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

category: M/M

rating: gen

word count: 708 words

summary: A morning with the Howell-Lester family.

for @phandomficfests bingo, fulfilling the square ‘bed sharing’

[read on ao3]

[wg12349876]

would you ever write a fic where dan and phil adopt?

oh yeah definitely! fun fact both my parents work for social services, so adoption and fostering kids is something i have a buuunch of knowledge on and something i would love to write about! maybe someday anon, it’s on the list for sure ;) 

[galhowell]

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

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mr. Howell-Lester.”

Time seemed to move in slow motion as Phil felt his beyond tiny, newborn daughter being placed into his arms. Cradling her close to his chest and looking down, he couldn’t help the immense fear that rushed through him.

She was so small and so fragile. How could he be expected to not end up breaking her somehow with his too-long limbs that always seemed to get in the way?

Looking up at Dan, who was looking over his shoulder at the tiny baby, Phil could tell that a similar set of emotions was running through him.

They had wanted this for so long. To be responsible for a small life. To be parents.

The rush of the last few months - the closing of their house, moving in, preparing the nursery, had gone by so quickly. Preparing to adopt however, had been a even more daunting and stressful task. The number of background checks, home safety checks, and waiting for the phone to ring had tested them beyond measure. However, in this very moment, looking down at his daughter, at their daughter, Phil knew that every moment had been worth it.

Feeling Dan squeeze his shoulder comfortingly, Phil knew that this would be the greatest challenge that they would ever face together. Dan had been far more nervous before the birth than he had been, calling April every day to check that she was eating the proper foods, and asking if there had been any movement whatsoever.

On their quest to become parents, Dan had gone to great lengths researching about newborns and what they could expect. Seemingly every conversation between them before the birth had always included a baby fact. “Phil, did you know that babies don’t have kneecaps?” Or “Oh god, Phil, what if we don’t feed her enough somehow?”

Thankfully, his mother had proven herself to be a massive help, and Phil knew that they would be leaning on her for advice even more as their daughter continued to grow. She had ran them both through how to change their newborn, feeding timetables, and how to get her on a steady sleep schedule. (Phil had never felt as much admiration for his mother as he did in that moment - how she had managed to keep him and Martyn alive and cared for at the same time, he had no idea.)

Staring down at his daughter as she yawned, wiggling in his arms, he couldn’t help the tears that began to spill down his cheeks. She was beautiful.He knew, from that moment on, that she would be the most important thing in his entire life. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill for her, die for her, or do any task that seemed impossible.

His Mum had been right when she had looked at them both, motioning them to sit down for a moment before revealing to them how they would feel as parents:

“You would die for them. You will want to do anything in your power to keep them safe.”

As he held little Emily in his arms, Phil knew, without a doubt that this was true.

A wide smile crossing his face through his tears, he spoke to his daughter for the first time.

“Hello there, Emily. I’m your Papa. We’re going to have a lot of adventures together, aren’t we?”

[galhowell]

a summer project

Summary:   Dan and Phil have moved into their very first house with their daughter, Emily. What happens when Dan decides to attempt a 'Build Your Own Deck' DIY kit to spice up their backyard?

Notes: 

She's back!

After meeting D&P at their Interactive Introverts tour (I know,) I needed a little break from the writing scene while I processed. However! I am back, and I will be posting far more.

There is one thing that I have decided that I will not be posting any more, as my view on writing it myself has changed. I will not be posting any more smut fics (the ones I have written in the past will be staying up, don't worry.)

I don't feel comfortable writing it any more out of respect to D&P. The domestic content and fluff fics will continue to come, however :)

This small ficlet was written for @phandomficfests prompt 'Summer ___!' I hope that you enjoy.

If you did, consider leaving a reblog/like/comment (constructive criticism is always welcome!)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15387402

When Dan had rolled over in bed Tuesday morning, and mumbled to him sleepily about getting one of those ‘Build your Own Deck’ DIY kits, it was easy to say that Phil was feeling cynical.

Since moving into their new house and properly settling down for the first time in their relationship, they had immediately began making their home reflect them for the first time. (After having rented for years with very little ability to personalize their home, it was a welcome change.)

After having Emily, their sleep schedules had rapidly changed, with them both taking naps throughout the day rather than sleeping fully through the night. (The half garbled, barely awake arguments they had been having every time the baby monitor made sound hadn’t been worth the very little sleep they were getting anyway.) Phil had found that they were both already so attuned to her noises that it wasn’t worth trying to sleep at night anyway, since any sound from her would wake them both up.

Every night since making this change, they had worked on doing small DIY projects around their house to slowly make it theirs. From painting the kitchen at the crack of dawn to putting baby locks and assorted baby proofing devices around the house, they had tried to keep the projects realistic  for their skill set and leave the bigger tasks (flooring, new kitchen cabinets, the backyard deck) to the professionals.

Well, until Dan had his brilliant idea.

After leaving the house to pick up the kit at the time that their local DIY store opened, Dan arrived home with a guilty smile and a kiss to his cheek to ease his worrying (Phil had tried very hard to stick to his ‘this is a terrible idea’ viewpoint, but Dan made it very hard sometimes.)

From that moment on, Dan had been outside, trying his best to assemble the small deck. Phil had been forced to shut the window after the air outside had practically been blue with swear words, and he didn’t particularly want Emily’s first word to be ‘fuck.’

Glancing outside the kitchen window as Emily tried to eat cheerios off of her highchair’s tiny plastic table, Phil could see that Dan had made very little progress over the last three hours. The base was there - yet the individual slats of the section that made up the top would not lay correctly. Turning away, Phil couldn’t help the amused smile that crossed his face.

Two hours later, when Emily was down for her nap, Phil grabbed the baby monitor and a glass of lemonade before going out to the backyard.

“Have you given up yet?” He mused, handing Dan his glass before pressing a kiss to Dan’s (very) sweaty cheek.

Plopping down on the grass with a long sigh, Dan huffed before answering “You win, Phil. I can’t do it. I just wanted to do something nice for you and Emily, you know? We could have put that little swing set for her out here.”

Smiling, Phil raised an eyebrow at this. “We know you tried. But I also know that you’re running on less than an hour of sleep and need to take a nap. Go now while she’s still asleep, and I’ll call someone to come and assemble this, okay?”

Taking the last sip of his lemonade, Dan shook his head in defeat before standing up, fixing him with a pointed look.

“If anyone asks after it’s done, I did it.”

Chuckling, Phil couldn’t help but love his partner, his best friend, more.

“Never. You’ll get the Handyman Husband of the year award, I promise.”

Later that week, when Martyn and Cornelia came over to see the work done on their new home, Phil kept his mouth shut as Dan detailed his hours of work on the deck.

Some things, as always, were better kept between them.