Dad Romance
Title: Dad Romance
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dallon Weekes/William Beckett
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They set up a playdate for their kids after tweeting at each other about the Winnie the Pooh movie.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc etc the title belongs to Talish I didn't know what to call it and she told me to look at her url ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A/N: uh Dallon and William clearly have a dad romance and they were tweeting at each other and Emily asked if I would write Dalliam and this happened yep hi
tumblr is here, br0.
They set up a playdate for their kids after tweeting at each other about the Winnie the Pooh movie. “It’s a good thing that you can bond with someone who’s a touring dad too!” Breezy had said brightly, arms full of Knox as he dribbled onto a towel. He shrugged and agreed to it, and they texted each other details.
William is fashionably late, holding Genevieve’s hand as he uses his other to wave around as he talks to her. She’s wearing a Disney princess dress - the pink one, from Sleeping Beauty, and wearing a tiara on her head. Dallon tips his head to the side, looking over at Amelie in the sandbox. She’s dressed slightly more normally, in pink pants and a purple shirt. She insisted on a tiara though, so their daughters match in that aspect.
“Gen didn’t want to get dressed this morning,” are the first words that William says upon reaching the playground, and Dallon laughs, nodding. William’s daughter gets shy all of a sudden, and hides behind her father’s legs.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know the feeling.” He pushes some dark hair out of his eyes and then gets up, going over to wear Amelie is playing in the sandbox. “Hey sweetcheeks, come meet someone!” Dallon picks her up, even though she’s close to getting too big for that. Another year or two and he won’t be able to do that anymore. He puts her down on the table and she stands, one hand clutching at the shoulder of Dallon’s jacket.
Amelie sticks her thumb in her mouth, looking at William and Genevieve with huge eyes. The singer kneels slightly and pulls Genevieve in front of him, and then smiles up at the other two. “Hey, this is Genevieve. Gen, this is Amelie.” He points at the other little girl and then smiles, tugging on his daughters hair lightly. “Can you say hey?”
The thumb comes out of her mouth with a wet pop, and Dallon’s daughter says, “I’m this many years old,” and holds up four fingers. Dallon laughs and pushes one of them down, quirking an eyebrow at William. The three year old sits down on the table, feet touching the bench underneath. Her father looks down at her and then picks her up, putting her down again on the floor. “I like your dress,” she says, and reaches out to touch it. Both girls start laughing, and after a little nudge from William, Genevieve takes her hand and smiles winningly. The run off, towards the jungle gym and Dallon glances sideways at William, lips curling up into a smile.
Dallon and William sit side by side on the bench, leg pressed to leg as they talk about touring and leaving their kids at home and how awesome each other’s band is. William’s hair keeps falling forwards into his face and he keeps pushing it back, looking up at it with a doleful expression.
“Can I draw you?” Dallon blurts all of a sudden, and William blinks, and then nods. A grin flashes across his face and he leans down and picks up a messenger bag that William hadn’t noticed was there. He pulls out a thin sketch pad and a pencil and William looks over his shoulder at their kids building castles out of sand. The pencil moves quickly, and Dallon isn’t really trying that hard, it’s just a quick sketch but he really just wants to get William’s hair and eyes and cheek bones on paper. He draws in the curve of his lips and then shades it in, and William does his best to stay still, only saying something occasionally.
The end result is... amazing. “Can I see?” he asks, holding out his hand, and Dallon hands it to him with a, “It’s not incredible or anything.” William would beg to differ.
“You lie,” he says. “This is fucking fabulous.” He stares at it for a while and then touches his cheek, because for some reason he has this sudden sense of, I’m not real and that drawing is more handsome than I am. William makes to hand the sketchpad back, and their fingers touch for a brief moment. They look up at the same second, and William moves forwards before he quite thinks about what it is he’s doing. Dallon responds instantly, meeting him halfway and their lips connect in a slow kiss. His lips are dry; they’re kissing in the middle of a park and they’re both married and their daughters are playing in the sand not three yards away.
When he pulls back his cheeks are tinged red. They both look a little embaressed and awkward, and Dallon looks down at his sketch book and writes something on the corner of the page, and then tears it out, handing it to the other man. “You can keep it,” he says, just as Amelie runs and over and starts pulling on his sleeve. Genevieve skips over and she stops in front of William, batting her abnormally long eyelashes at him.
“Come see what we made!” The girls gush, and the fathers stand up, letting themselves be dragged over to the sand castles.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Dallon Weekes/William Beckett
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They set up a playdate for their kids after tweeting at each other about the Winnie the Pooh movie.
Disclaimer: do not own do not steal etc etc the title belongs to Talish I didn't know what to call it and she told me to look at her url ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A/N: uh Dallon and William clearly have a dad romance and they were tweeting at each other and Emily asked if I would write Dalliam and this happened yep hi
tumblr is here, br0.
They set up a playdate for their kids after tweeting at each other about the Winnie the Pooh movie. “It’s a good thing that you can bond with someone who’s a touring dad too!” Breezy had said brightly, arms full of Knox as he dribbled onto a towel. He shrugged and agreed to it, and they texted each other details.
William is fashionably late, holding Genevieve’s hand as he uses his other to wave around as he talks to her. She’s wearing a Disney princess dress - the pink one, from Sleeping Beauty, and wearing a tiara on her head. Dallon tips his head to the side, looking over at Amelie in the sandbox. She’s dressed slightly more normally, in pink pants and a purple shirt. She insisted on a tiara though, so their daughters match in that aspect.
“Gen didn’t want to get dressed this morning,” are the first words that William says upon reaching the playground, and Dallon laughs, nodding. William’s daughter gets shy all of a sudden, and hides behind her father’s legs.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know the feeling.” He pushes some dark hair out of his eyes and then gets up, going over to wear Amelie is playing in the sandbox. “Hey sweetcheeks, come meet someone!” Dallon picks her up, even though she’s close to getting too big for that. Another year or two and he won’t be able to do that anymore. He puts her down on the table and she stands, one hand clutching at the shoulder of Dallon’s jacket.
Amelie sticks her thumb in her mouth, looking at William and Genevieve with huge eyes. The singer kneels slightly and pulls Genevieve in front of him, and then smiles up at the other two. “Hey, this is Genevieve. Gen, this is Amelie.” He points at the other little girl and then smiles, tugging on his daughters hair lightly. “Can you say hey?”
The thumb comes out of her mouth with a wet pop, and Dallon’s daughter says, “I’m this many years old,” and holds up four fingers. Dallon laughs and pushes one of them down, quirking an eyebrow at William. The three year old sits down on the table, feet touching the bench underneath. Her father looks down at her and then picks her up, putting her down again on the floor. “I like your dress,” she says, and reaches out to touch it. Both girls start laughing, and after a little nudge from William, Genevieve takes her hand and smiles winningly. The run off, towards the jungle gym and Dallon glances sideways at William, lips curling up into a smile.
Dallon and William sit side by side on the bench, leg pressed to leg as they talk about touring and leaving their kids at home and how awesome each other’s band is. William’s hair keeps falling forwards into his face and he keeps pushing it back, looking up at it with a doleful expression.
“Can I draw you?” Dallon blurts all of a sudden, and William blinks, and then nods. A grin flashes across his face and he leans down and picks up a messenger bag that William hadn’t noticed was there. He pulls out a thin sketch pad and a pencil and William looks over his shoulder at their kids building castles out of sand. The pencil moves quickly, and Dallon isn’t really trying that hard, it’s just a quick sketch but he really just wants to get William’s hair and eyes and cheek bones on paper. He draws in the curve of his lips and then shades it in, and William does his best to stay still, only saying something occasionally.
The end result is... amazing. “Can I see?” he asks, holding out his hand, and Dallon hands it to him with a, “It’s not incredible or anything.” William would beg to differ.
“You lie,” he says. “This is fucking fabulous.” He stares at it for a while and then touches his cheek, because for some reason he has this sudden sense of, I’m not real and that drawing is more handsome than I am. William makes to hand the sketchpad back, and their fingers touch for a brief moment. They look up at the same second, and William moves forwards before he quite thinks about what it is he’s doing. Dallon responds instantly, meeting him halfway and their lips connect in a slow kiss. His lips are dry; they’re kissing in the middle of a park and they’re both married and their daughters are playing in the sand not three yards away.
When he pulls back his cheeks are tinged red. They both look a little embaressed and awkward, and Dallon looks down at his sketch book and writes something on the corner of the page, and then tears it out, handing it to the other man. “You can keep it,” he says, just as Amelie runs and over and starts pulling on his sleeve. Genevieve skips over and she stops in front of William, batting her abnormally long eyelashes at him.
“Come see what we made!” The girls gush, and the fathers stand up, letting themselves be dragged over to the sand castles.