Phan Oneshots

1: Dad & Danny

A/N: So it's the first fic in my one shots phanfic... I have no idea how many ill do, I just have the attention span the size of a malteser so I can't write long things. Here we go hope you enjoy! Ps I'm gonna dedicate fics to people so comment prompts and I'll write them. This ones for Juul coz I know she loves Parent!Phan

Genre: parent!phan

Warnings: Swearing (well it's by Flo ofc there's swearing) and mention of alcohol and drugs so does that count as a trigger? I'll mark it anyway just in case.

Summary: Dan and Phils daughter through secondary school (for you non Brits, that's 11-16 yr olds)

Phil's POV
"Dad! Danny! I'm gonna be late and I don't know how to use the toaster!" It was the morning of Delia's (sorry I had to) first day at secondary school. I nudged Dan till he woke up, smiling at him. "Cmon, we've got to help her make toast" I whispered. He smiled at me, his eyes giving me that same look from years ago when we curled up on the sofa watching Totoro and Death Note (that was for Julia). Oops, I went off in a day dream.

Dan's POV

I said goodbye to Delia, straightening the tie round her neck and guiding her arms through the oversized blue blazer, tears forming in my eyes. Phil tugged at her plaits, giggling but crying too. After 11 years, she was growing up.
"Don't forget to join lots of clubs" he smiled
"And hey, no making out with Year 11s behind the bike shed. And NO DRUGS, DO YA HEAR ME?" I joked.
She rolled her eyes, her little tongue sticking out, blue eyes laughing. Phil's blue eyes. I burst into tears again and this time Phil wrapped his arms around me.

We waved goodbye and she strode out the door, looking way too confident.
"Welcome to hell, Dee" I murmured, receiving a pinch from my husband. We both laughed and walked back to the living room for a Sherlock marathon (ayyyyyyyy).

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~4 years later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phil's POV
"DELIA! WAKE UP, ITS GONE 8AM AND ITS SCHOOL!" I yell as loud as I can, hearing her groan. Typical Dee. To think only 4 years ago, she was a sweet, slightly geeky, friendly little girl. Now she's one of the kids she was terrified of. Me and Dan are constantly teasing her about her eye makeup, piercings, hair dye and MCR obsession but she's our only child. Of course we're gonna be protective. I trudge to the kitchen to make enough cereal for the 3 of us, even though we rarely see Dan before 10:30. That's why I'm so surprised to feel strong arms round my waist and someone's face buried in the crook of my neck. Slowly, I turn round latching my lips onto his, smiling as he pulls me closer.

"*cough cough* EXCUSE ME? I DONT EXACTLY WANT TO VOMIT BEFORE I EAT, BECAUSE THEN ILL BE HUNGRY AND EAT MORE AND GET FAT!" Delia interrupts.

"Says you! I know what you do with Tyler at school, we warned you about behind the bike shed in year 7." Dan retorts

She blushes, probably about Tyler but something doesn't seem right. I brush it off, as always, assuming I'm too overprotective. I turn to face her but she's already gone. Never been so keen to get to school.

Dan's POV

I stare at Phil, puzzled.
"What was that about? Do you think she's ok?"

"I don't know. Let's talk to her later." Phil whispers. "Now, where were we?" I roll my eyes like Delia and lean in.

(JFC this is soppy and fluffy af sorry it's gonna get good soon)

Trigger Warning

It's 10pm and she's still not home. 12. 1am. It's 3am by the time Delia stumbles through the door, drunk, high and covered in bruises, cuts and blood.

"JESUS CHRIST DEE! What have you done to yourself? You're crying! Baby, what's happened?" Phil panics. (At the disco sorry I'll shut up now). She tries to ignore him and run to her room but I catch her as she topples over one of Phil's house plants and then she passes out in my arms. I carry her to bed, Phil tip toeing behind me, clearly terrified.
"What are we going to do? She's been drunk before but never been this bad or used d-d-drugs-s. She's gonna make herself ill! And look at all the cuts and bruises! I couldn't bare it if something happened to our little Dee..." He trails off, starting to cry. After wrapping her in blankets, I take Phil's hand and lead him to our bed. We snuggle together and he cries again burying his head on my chest while I whisper in his ear.
"She'll tell us what's going on in the morning, let's sleep." He nods and soon is quietly snoring while I clasp him to my chest, unable to stop thinking of how I've failed as a parent...

Phil's POV

The sun beams through the window and I can't help smiling. Then I remember. I jump out of bed, pulling Dan with me. We sprint to Dee's door and knock, shaking.
"Dee? Come on wake up, we need to talk. Honey, we're not mad, just confused and upset." Dan says, trying his best to be clear and confident but failing miserably.
"Go away. I shouldn't be here, I don't deserve to live. I am worthless, useless and a freak. Leave me alone." She sobs. This really isn't like our Dee. I should have said so when I first sussed that something was wrong. This is my fault. I looked up at Dan, not knowing what to do or say.
"Dee..." He opens her door and we sit at the end of her bed. "Honey, you are not any of those things you said. And as for you not deserving to live, that is completely wrong. You are amazing and brilliant and you deserve to have the best life ever. Just please tell us what's happened, me and Dad are terrified."
She looks up, through her black hair at us and opens her mouth ready to talk.
"Ok." She whispered. "So, last night we went to our usual place, me, Tyler, Troye, Alfie, Zoe and Cat. We got drunk and then started smoking I don't even know what. I spilled out something I have been hiding from everyone. Dad, Danny; I'm gay." She hid her face in her hands, like she was ashamed. Immediately we pulled her in and hugged her.
"Delia Lester, I, Phil Lester and my husband, Dan Lester, will love you no matter what sexual orientation you are. There is nothing about you that could ever make us stop loving you and we will support you in every way possible" I smiled and Dan nodded.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. Dee, we love you so much, you have no idea and I'm so sorry for everything I've ever said about Tyler, I know that must have been hard."
She smiled and continued her story.
"So after I blurted that out, they all stopped and stared. Alfie laughed and started calling me a fag. I just brushed it off, I don't care about stuff like that and I was too drunk anyway. I started to walk home but he started following me. When I told him to fuck off he jumped on me and yeah, I guess I don't need to tell you what happened next..." She pointed at the red lines and black blobs all over her porcelain skin. "Then I passed out and woke up a few hours later then limped home." I stood in shock. Alfie was her friend. I looked at Dan and he nodded. We were going to go teach this kid a lesson.

Dan's POV
20 minutes later, we were outside his house. I knocked on the door, gripping Phil's hand. It was opened by a boy, Dee's age, who was in some sort of vest and shorts.
"Hi you must be Alfie. We're Dee's dads. You know, the one you beat up for being a "fag" last night. I'm sure you remember." I held up our entwined fingers and continued. "So if you have a problem with our daughter's sexuality, I'm afraid you're gonna have to back off or I swear to god, it's not going to end well. Am I clear? Good, now hopefully, we won't see you again. Goodbye."
I marched off, Phil at my side like he always had been. It was all ok. Dee's ok. Phil's ok. I'm more than ok. I've never been happier.

A/N: well that was a shit ending sorry about that it's just sooooo long this is the longest thing I've ever written. It's over 1.5k words! I know that's not much but I am the shortest writer ever (can u even say that? Idk) Anyway thanks so much for reading! Don't forget to Vote and comment, free cookies to those who comment I s2g your comments are the besT.
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