Home at Last

She sat on the floor playing with her dolls. You watched in admiration at your daughter. She reminded you so much of Dan. Every day seemed to last forever without Dan home. He was currently touring in the UK. Although he was still in the same country, it felt as if he was on a completely different continent.

“Mummy, I’m bored.” Y/D/N whined as she lied down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

“How about we go for a walk?” You asked her.

“Okay!” She exclaimed, getting up to go fetch her shoes.

While she went towards her room in search of her shoes, you grabbed your phone, hoping to seize any cute photos of Y/D/N.

“I’m ready!” Y/D/N announced, walking out with her sandals on the wrong feet.

“Here, let me help you,” You chuckled as you placed her shoes on the correct feet. While you were at it you had also fixed her hair, pinning the curls back the curls at the front of her face with a cute clip.

You slipped on your own shoes before walking to the local. It was a warm summer day with a slight breeze in the air. It was the perfect weather for a family picnic.

In the distance you spotted a father playing with his son around the park. Watching them made you long to see Dan interact with your daughter like that.

The two of you followed a path that weaved through clusters of trees, taking a slow-paced stroll. Your little girl held your hand as you walked, occasionally stopping to look at the many plants and flowers.

“Let’s take a picture to send to Daddy, yeah?”

She nodded and made her way over to stand in front of some vibrantly colored flowers. Opening up the camera on your phone, you waited until it focused before snapping a few pictures. You were about to click the button one last time when Y/D/N’s eyes widened, staring at someone or something behind you. As soon as she had processed whoever it was standing there, she took off from her spot.

You turned around and there he was. Standing right in front of you was Dan, a huge smile on his lips.

“Daddy!” Your daughter bellowed, lunging herself at Dan’s tall form.

You watched in adoration as he wrapped his arms around her tiny body, engulfing her in a bear hug.

He pulled back for a but and looked at her with love filled eyes. “Why are you crying?” Dan asked her as he brushed away her tears.

“I missed you. A lot.” She sniffled and hugged her dad again.

“Aw, I missed you, too, princess.” He kissed her forehead.

After their reunion you approached Dan, letting him engulf you into one of his hugs. You tilted your head up and pressed your lips against his in a sweet kiss.

“You have no idea how much I missed your kisses.” Dan whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours.

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Reunited

A/N: Woahohoho. Look at me, two fanfics in one day! My friend pitched this idea to me and I started getting sad even just thinking about it. SO I DECIDED TO BE AN ASSHOLE AND WRITE IT (I’m sorry in advance) Also I could have written a lot more memories, but that would been a lot of shit to write, and I’m just too lazy.

Warnings: The fucking feels

Word Count: 3, 919

Summary: An old Dan (For story purposes let’s say he’s like 76), looking back on all his beautiful memories of the one he loves.

Dan’s POV

I remember almost everything about her. She was beautiful, funny, sarcastic, everything I dreamed of. And she was mine. Here I lay on this hospital bed, with my daughter and her wife watching over me. I guess you could say I’m on my death bed right now. I’ve grown old, and I lived a long, amazing life. But of course, my mind is always on her.

When We Met ~54 years ago (22 years old)~

I was getting prepared for the BBC radio show my best friend Phil and I hosted, back when I was younger obviously. A new intern came in that day, she was being trained. And of course, me being the clumsy, awkward person I am, bumped into her. Literally.

“Ouch!” I hear a voice, and things drop on the ground as I stumble over my own feet.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” I drop down and help her pick up the things she dropped.

“It’s alright, I’m pretty clumsy myself.” She laughs dusting off her shirt, and gets up from the floor. I follow her, slowly getting up and meeting her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes. I felt my heart skip a beat, she was beautiful.

“I’m (Y/N) by the way. I’m a new intern here.” She smiles, sticking her hand out waiting for me to introduce myself. I was lost in my thoughts, but snapped back to reality, and shook her hand.

“I’m Dan. I have a radio show here.” I smile back at her, realizing that I hadn’t let go of her hand yet.

“Um, Dan. I think I might need my hand back” She laughs, the corner of her eyes crinkling.

“Sorry again.” I pull my hand away, and rub the back of my neck. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too Dan.” She smiles at me again and walks off.

Later that day, while in the studio getting ready for the radio show when I hear her voice again.

“Hey Dan.” She taps the back of my shoulder, and greets me with her gorgeous smile again. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Oh hey (Y/N).” I feel the heat rise in my cheeks, I can’t be falling for this girl already can I?

I introduce her to Phil, and we begin the radio show. Throughout it, I took quick glances at (Y/N) who was carefully listening to what the people behind the scenes were explaining, but also I noticed her taking glances at me and smiling. Once the radio show ended she came up to me again. “This may be sudden, but how about we exchange numbers?” She asks awkwardly, staring at the floor. “Of course!” I say a bit too excited, pulling out my phone.

Our First Kiss ~52 years ago (24 years old)~

(Y/N) and I became close friends after meeting her in the BBC studio. I’ve had a crush from the start, and little did I know she felt the same way. We were alone at my flat while Phil was out, and we were recording a baking video together for YouTube. I’ve introduced her to the Phandom long before that, and they loved her (And I fully understand why).

“HOWELL GRAB THE FLOUR.” She says dramatically, pointing to the bag of flour.

“You have legs grab them yourself.” I reply, crossing my arms.

“Fine. But you better watch your back Dan.” She says, pointing at me smiling. She walks over to the counter where the flour was left on while I turned around, reading the recipe over. While I’m reading the recipe, I feel something hit my head, and see white powder fall down onto the counter in front of me. I turn around and see her clutching her stomach laughing, her hand white from the flour.

“WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)!” I yell, trying to hide my laughter.

“I told you to watch yourself.” She breathes out, trying to catch her breath from laughing so much.

“Oh it’s on.” I say, snatching the flour out of her hand and grabbing a handful of flour, and throwing it at her.

“HEY!” She lifts her arms up angrily, and chases me around the kitchen trying to steal the flour back.

“NO ENOUGH WITH THE FLOUR LETS JUST BAKE.” I breathe heavily from running around so much. “Fine.” She pouts, finally grabbing the flour from my hand, and measuring it.

We finally finish putting the ingredients together, and now it was the worst part. Waiting for it to bake. I walk over to my phone, and turn on a slow song.

“Shall we dance?” I say, offering her my hand.

“Why of course.” She takes my hand, and I pull her in. She rests her hand on my shoulder, and I put my other hand on her waist. At the time we were unaware of each other’s feelings. But this was finally the time to confess (I also forgot the camera was on.)

I looked into her eyes lovingly, and she smiled, staring at me back. I looked down to her lips, then back into her eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak.

“Dan, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” She tears her eyes away from my face, avoiding eye contact.

“Me too.” I say softly, still taking in her stunning facial features.

“I-I don’t know how to say this.” She mumbles, looking down at her feet.

“Hey (Y/N)?” I say, slowly leaning in closer to her.

“Hm?” Her head snaps back up to my eyes, and I see her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. I smile, leaning in closer and she meets me halfway. Our lips meet, and the moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. Her lips were so soft, and it’s like they molded perfectly against mine. We pull away, and she shakes her head laughing.

“What is it?” I ask.

“The camera is still on. You should probably edit that part out.” She responds still laughing.

I turn my head to the camera, and chuckle. “Yeah I guess so.” Then I lean in to kiss her again.

Moving in Together ~48 years ago (28 years old)~

We finally decided, after four years of dating, to move in together. After a long process of figuring out which house we want to live in, we finally chose one. It was a long day of packing, travelling, and then unpacking. But after everything, it was completely worth it.

“And done.” She walks into the lounge, falling onto the couch that I was already sitting on.

“Is that everything?” I ask, opening my arms as she climbs into them.

“Yup. Everything is unpacked.” She looks up into my eyes, and I lean down to kiss her lips.

“I’m happy we did this.” I say, smiling at her.

“Me too.” She replies.

“I love you”

“I love you too squish.”

I Finally Propose ~also 48 years ago (28 years old)~

I planned a very special night for (Y/N). I knew she loved picnics, so I decided to arrange a picnic in a very beautiful park, with cherry blossoms everywhere (another thing she loved.) While (Y/N) was at work, I was getting the food ready. Then after that, I got ready myself. I wore my normal grey t-shirt, with a leather jacket and black pants, and fixed my hobbit hair so I looked presentable. (Y/N) got home from work, and fixed herself up, while I was alone in our bedroom, figuring out what to say when I propose. We arrived at the park and she looked everywhere amazed.

“Oh my god this is BEAUTIFUL!” She exclaims, hopping over to me and clinging onto my arm. “Not as beautiful as you.” I say, smiling down at her.

“Oh god that was so cheesy.” She laughs, hitting my arm playfully.

We sit down in the middle of some cherry blossoms, the petals slowly falling off around us. I lay out the blanket and take out the food I prepared.

“This is lovely Dan. Thank you for taking me.” She kisses my cheek, and reaches for a strawberry.

“You’re welcome love.” I must have been acting really nervous because at some point of the date, she noticed my fidgeting a lot.

“Are you alright Dan? You seem nervous tonight.” She rubs my arm, hoping that she can get an answer out of me.

“Oh…I’m fine. It’s just um….” I kept stuttering, I was a nervous wreck. She tilted her head at me confused, and I finally gained the courage to ask her the question I’ve been meaning to ask. “I need to ask you something.”

“Oh course.”

“Okay well.” I take her hands in mine, and walk away from the blankets underneath a cherry blossom tree. I stood there staring into her eyes before I finally knelt down on my knees. She looked at me in shock, I remember her telling me she had no idea that I was planning to that that night. “I love you so much (Y/N). You have been there for me through thick and thin, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I reach into my pocket, and fumble with the small black box, trying to get it open. She laughs, covering her mouth with her hand tears running down her face. “Will you marry me?” I finally ask once I got the box open. She nods her head frantically, and lets out a mumbled “yes” before lifting me up and engulfing me in a hug.

Wedding Day ~47 years ago (29 years old)~

I stand awkwardly at the altar, impatiently waiting for my wife to be to walk down that aisle. Most of the guests have arrived, and Phil (who was obviously my best man) was standing at my side, trying to calm me down.

“Everything’s alright Dan. She’ll be out soon I promise.” Phil whispers to me.

“But what if she has cold feet? I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to marry this.” I say sadly, looking down at my feet.

“Dan she loves you, a lot. And of course she’d want to marry you, why do you think she said yes in the first place.” Phil laughs at my paranoia. I knew she loved me, but my mind was running with thoughts.

Finally the bridesmaids and groomsmen walk out, and my heart rate increases thinking of (Y/N). After what felt like forever, she finally appears in the door way with her father. She looked so gorgeous I began to tear up. She smiled at me walking down the aisle, and mouthed “I love you” to me. After a long ceremony, and many tears (especially when exchanging vows) we finally exchanged rings.

“Dan?” The officiant says to me.

“Yes?” I say, my stomach doing flips because I know what’s going to happen next.

“You may kiss the bride.” I turn my head back to (Y/N) and smile at her, who is smiling at me back. I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. We pull away, and grab each other’s hands turning to the crowd, and walking away.

I don’t remember too much of that night, but there was more special things that happened once we were alone (If you know what I mean *wink wink*)

Finding Out She’s Pregnant ~42 years ago (34 years old)~

I come home from another radio show with Phil, sniffing something delicious coming from the kitchen. I walk in, and see (Y/N) at the oven, stirring something inside a pot. I wrap my arms around her stomach, and press myself against her back kissing her neck.

“Hey Dan, how was work?” She asks.

“It was alright. Just the normal stuff.” I kiss her neck again, making her giggle. “How was your day?”

She let out a small sigh, and stepped away from the stove. “Dan can we talk in the living room?”

“Yeah.” I give her a worried look, and follow her over to the couch that has been there ever since we moved in.

“So lately, I’ve been feeling a bit sick.” She grabs my hand and starts playing with my fingers. “And I just figured out that I missed my period.”

“Oh?” I furrow my eyebrows confused, where was she leading this to?

“And I took a pregnancy test, and it came out positive.” She looks up into my eyes, smiling. I stare at her in shock, my jaw dropped.

“I’m sorry what?” I say in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant!” She exclaims again, this time more excited.

“Oh my god.” My eyes widen with the realization that we’re having a kid. “Oh my god” I engulf (Y/N) in a big head, tears rolling down my cheeks. “We’re having a kid.” I say out loud, so I know that this is really happening.

The Birth of Our Beautiful Daughter ~41 years ago (35 years old) A/N: They figured out they were pregnant near the end of the year

“Dan!” I hear (Y/N) yelling from the washroom, sounding scared. I run over to the bathroom, and see her standing there awkwardly. I look down to the ground and see some sort of water surrounding her feet. Wait…

“Dan my water broke.”

“Oh my god.” I book it out of the washroom, and try to find the keys to our car. (Y/N) waddles out of the washroom, grabbing everything we planned to bring and headed out the door. “Okay so we got our baby’s first outfit.” I look around, and see it lying on the couch, and pick it up. “Check…um.”

“DAN IF YOU DON’T HURRY I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.” I hear (Y/N) from outside. I take one last check of the house, and head out the door.

We arrive at the hospital, and get checked-in to the delivery room. After many hours of labour, (Y/N) finally had our beautiful baby girl, who we decided to name Luna. The nurses cleaned Luna up, and gave her to (Y/N) who was lying in the hospital bed with tears running down her face. I walk beside her, and stare into Luna’s beautiful brown eyes, like mine.

“My two beautiful girls.” I say, kissing (Y/N)’s forehead then Luna’s.

The Day I Lost Her ~33 years ago (43 years old)~

I was eating cereal with Luna before she had to go to sleep. That’s what we usually did, have a small snack before going to bed. (Y/N) bursts into the kitchen, looking stressed and frustrated.

“Ugh, I have to go to the BBC studio for a bit. They need me ASAP.” She paces around the kitchen, collecting her things before giving Luna and I a kiss, then leaving. “I love you.”

“I love you too honey.” I reply, smiling at her.

“Love you mommy.” Luna responds.

(Y/N) walks out the door, and drives to the BBC studio, leaving Luna and I alone again.

“So how’s school going sweetie?” I ask, taking a bite of my cereal.

“It’s going well. Math is a bit hard though.”

“Trust me it will get harder.”

After talking with Luna for a while, I tuck her in so she can go to bed. I sit in bed, waiting for (Y/N) to come home, but she didn’t come home for a long time. A few hours passed, and I began to get worried. She was probably still at the BBC studio, but what if something happened. My eyes begin to close, but my phone starts to vibrate, and I (Y/N)’s caller ID pops up.

“Hey love. You were getting me worried, where are-”

“Hello is this Dan Howell? (Y/N) Howell’s husband?” I hear a strange voice coming from the other end of the phone, and I feel a big lump in my throat.

“Um, yeah.” I choke out.

“Your wife has been in a car accident. She’s at the hospital right now.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s in a critical state. You should come as soon as possible.”

No no no. This couldn’t be happening. I can’t leave Luna alone. Mine as well bring her.

I wake up Luna, telling her what happened, and we get into our other car quickly. The ride to the hospital was silent, my heart racing, and my mind running with horrible thoughts. I run into the waiting room, and go to the front desk.

“Hi! HI” I say, catching my breath as Luna and I arrive. “What room is (Y/N) Howell in?”

“She’s in room 203. Only one of you can go at a time.”

“Please can we both go, I don’t want to leave my daughter out here.”

The receptionist sighs, and looks around before answering, “Alright go ahead.”

Luna and I are practically running to the room, and we burst through the door. I hear the heart beat monitor slowly beeping, and see my wife lying on the bed, unconscious. I bring Luna over to the chair, and talk to the doctor who was standing by (Y/N)’s bed.

“Is she going to be okay? Please tell me she’s okay.” I quickly glance over at (Y/N), tears forming in my eyes.

“I’m sorry Mr. Howell. She’s in severe condition and most likely won’t make it.” The doctor avoids eye contact from me, and I look over to Luna who’s staring at her mother worried. A tear runs down my cheek, and I join Luna sitting down.

“Is mommy okay?” She asks, sitting on my lap. I pull Luna in closer, and stare at (Y/N)’s sleeping form.

“The doctor was saying she might not make it.” My voice cracks, and more tears start falling down my face.

I couldn’t lie to Luna, she had to know the truth. I feel her wrap her arms around my neck, and hear her silent sobs. We fall asleep cuddling, but I wake up to someone softly calling my name. I put Luna down in the chair gently, and walk over to (Y/N)’s bed. Her eyes were weakly opening, and her mouth was moving.

“Y/N” I whispered, happy tears falling from my eyes. I kiss her cheek gently, and grab her hand.

“Dan please take care of Luna.” She says, forcing a smile to comfort me.

“What do you mean? WE are going to take care of her, not just me.”

“Dan.”

“No you’re going to make it out of this. You have to be strong. Please be strong.” I press my head into her chest, more tears falling from my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I love you so, so much. And Luna too.” I lift my head up and kiss her on the lips.

“I love you too, but you’re not leaving.” I say, staring into her beautiful (E/C) eyes like I always do when she’s around.

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes slowly close, and her heart monitor flat lines. At that moment, I felt like my whole world shattered.

I ran into the hall, calling for doctors who rushed to the room. I run into the room again, checking if Luna is awake. The horror on her face when the doctors surround her mother’s bed is unbearable. I quickly grab her hand and take her out of the room, as we wait patiently to hear about the person we love so much. We’re both crying, Luna’s arms wrapped around my neck as her tears fall onto my shoulders. I hold Luna, trying to stay strong but I just can’t. A doctor walks out, and I stand up from the chair outside the room, Luna’s legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms still clinging onto my neck. I look at the doctor waiting for a response, but he drops his head, and shakes it back and forth. I hear ringing in my ears, my heart felt like it shattered. I felt numb everywhere, and my vision became very blurry. The only thing I hear are my sobs, and Luna’s crying near my ear. I sit back down into the sit, so I don’t collapse onto the ground. I need to take care of Luna. That’s the one thing (Y/N) asked me to do.

Her Funeral ~33 years ago (43 years old)~

Today was the day I’ve been dreading. I really don’t want to go. I’ve been broken ever since she’s died, but I’ve been trying to stay strong for Luna. We have both been silent around the house. Barely saying a word to each other. I hear Luna silently crying in her room ever since that day. I would usually go in to comfort her, but I always ended up crying too. But sometimes, I’m just too weak to do anything.

I walk up to the casket, with Luna holding my hands. I look down at her lifeless body. Pale, the colour gone from her cheeks and lips, and stiff. I lean down, softly kissing her forehead, and whispering “I love you” to her. Luna sobbed as they closed her casket. I bit my lip, trying to fight back the tears.

We arrive at the graveyard. Everyone slowly walks towards the area she will be buried. They slowly lowered her casket into the ground, family members crying. Luna and I especially. I feel Phil at my side, he’s been my moral support. He has his own family to take care of, but lately he’s been helping me cope.

“Phil, can you take care of Luna for a bit. I need some alone time.” I look into Phil’s eyes desperately.

“Yes of course. You sure you’ll be okay?” He asks, obviously worried.

“I’ll be fine.” I force a smile, and hand Luna off to him who was still crying. I knelt down in front of her, and kissed her cheek, pulling her into a hug afterwards. “I love you Luna. Dad will be back soon alright?” She nods her head, and begins to walk away with Phil.

I look back at the grave. They already filled it with dirt. That’s it. The love of my life is gone. She was the light in my world, everything I dreamed of. I’m going to miss her adorable laugh, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, her sarcastic comments and her cheesy jokes. I’ll miss waking up to her cuddling with me in the morning. I loved every fiber of her being. But she’s gone. And there’s no way of reversing time to save her. All we have are our amazing memories together.

I walk up to the gravestone, placing down her favourite flower in front of it.

“I love you (Y/N).” I pull out a small framed picture of the both of us, the day we started dating. It felt like a lifetime ago. I know that sooner or later I will begin to get over it. Barely. I’ll get used to feeling broken. I will probably be coping with this every day until the day I die. Why did this happen to a beautiful human being like (Y/N)?

~Present Day~

The love of my life passed away 33 years ago. I never moved onto another woman. There would never be another woman. Luna ended up growing up, finding herself an amazing girl. (I was very accepting of the fact then when she was 16 she came out as gay.) But every day since the day (Y/N) died, I haven’t felt the same. I barely felt truly happy. The only time I’ve felt happy is for Luna’s accomplishments. I miss my beautiful, amazing, wife so much. And now, I’ll finally be reunited with her again.