Spaceships and Aliens (Dazashi Family AU)
(Well after much agony I decided to make this an actual story. Enjoy)
Dazai walked in the door with a sigh, running a hand through his chocolate locks as he threw his trenchcoat on the golden coat hanger beside the door to his home. He was grateful to be home, his day was filled with nothing but Kunikida screaming and yelling at him to do his work and how he was late to work (aka the usual). The male examined the house quietly as he closed the door behind him, the house was silent.
“Maybe they’re not home?” The brunette mumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to see if a note was left on the fridge.
Seeing as there were none he turned his attention to the window, leading to the back yard and smiled. There in the backyard by the large old swamp oak, set in the middle of the open space, was one of the people he was looking for. A mop of silver hair and dressed in a pair of jeans and a white dress-shirt, looking up at the tree with arms crossed, assumingly annoyed. He couldn’t tell since the male had his back to Dazai. The male rounded the corner and opened the sliding glass door that separated the outside and the kitchen and stepped out, wondering what his boyfriend was up to.
“Get down from the tree!” Dazai instantly knew what happened.
“But mama, I want to see the view!” He heard a small voice shout from above them in the tree.
“Save the climbing for tomorrow! We are going to the park tomorrow so you can climb there, now come down before you hurt yourself!” Atsushi called.
“Alright mama.” A rustle came from the tree and leaves fell as a small boy came into view, short and curly chocolate hair with a silver crown where his scalp is, slightly tanned skin and wearing a dark hoodie and gray jeans. “Catch me!” Instantly the boy let go from the branch he was holding onto and Atsushi, in a panic, caught said boy.
“Daichi! How many times have I told you to not give me a heart attack?!” Atsushi looked down at his son, relieved the boy was ok.
“About 20 times, give or take.” Daichi grinned up at his mother.
“Should I be worried you actually counted?” The child giggled at Atsushi’s comment, soon pressing his lips against Atsushi’s cheek.
“I love you mama!” The silver haired male couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you too kiddo.” Soft lips were pressed against the equally soft mop of hair on the boy’s head.
This was a scene Dazai loved to come home to. His beloved boyfriend playing with their precious, albeit strange, son. He had a family to come home to, something to love, and die for to protect. He never had regrets upon seeing Daichi smile at him with such glee and happiness. Seeing said boy made all sorts of trouble just melt as he now focused on playing with the person that brought him the most joy, aside from said male that brought the little one into the world of course.
“Hey mama? Can we play spaceship again?” The boy looked up at his mother with a hopeful look.
Atsushi playfully huffed and looked up towards the sky in feign contemplation, soon returning his gaze back to the boy with a smile.
“Alright.” The boy threw his arms above his head and cheered as his mother turned him around to hold him better under the small child’s arms and walked over to a piece of cardboard with ‘Launch Pad’ messily scribbled onto it in different colors. “This is space control to Captain Daichi. Are you ready for take off?” Atsushi covered his mouth and altered his voice to make it sound like he was talking into a microphone, adorably of course.
“I roger you loud and clear space control, I am clear for take off!” The boy responded, holding out his arms as though he were a plane and with a look of determination.
“Copy that, take off in three, two, one.” Atsushi picked up the young boy under his arms, imitating the sounds of a rocket, “And we have liftoff!” The small child giggled as the silver haired male ran around the back yard with the child, making ‘hairpin turns’ and ‘dangerous dives’ for the ‘space cadet’ he held.
Dazai couldn’t help but chuckle to himself; even Atsushi seemed so much happier now that their son was in their life. He no longer cried at night, no longer did he have constant nightmares and night terrors. He practically always smiled now and he no longer droned on about his times at the orphanage, unless his son politely asked, and of course Atsushi kept said discussion as appropriate for a child of age five as possible, and he no longer talked about how useless he was. Not even a single peep about how he was a screw up, or how much he hated himself. Dazai supposed that was the magic of kids, they brought out the best of an adult and a sort of childlike wonder that was once thought to be lost with age. Children remind an individual of their adventures, the troubles, and the simplicity life once was. His attention was brought back to the two loves of his life as Daichi shrieked.
“You seem to be approaching a meteor belt Captain! You need to turn or you’ll get hit!” Atsushi stated as he ducked, dodged, and weaved through the imaginary objects.
“Making emergency u-turn now!” The boy called and Atsushi turned and stopped in front of Dazai.
“Oh no! It’s an alien!” Atsushi smiled up at his boyfriend and the child giggled.
Dazai pouted at the two with a huff escaping his lips.
“Hey now! That’s the third time in a row now! How come I’m always the alien?” Dazai looked down at his son, admiring the mismatched eyes, the left eye shined a dark brown color, much like his own, the right one being that of Atsushi’s, that deep violet color with the gold shine erupting from the pupil. He adored those eyes, they were proof he was their baby, their son, and most importantly, their joy and meaning to live.
“Because you’re out of this world papa!” The small child spoke, loud and proud as a matter of fact.
Needless to say, Atsushi groaned in displeasure and Dazai was laughing rather hard, he was always proud of his son, the boy was intelligent, playful and very social, but this moment brought tears to his eyes. Atsushi just shook his head, still smiling of course. He indeed was Dazai’s child if he came up with that ridiculous joke on the fly.
“Well in that case,” Dazai picked the boy from Atsushi’s arms, “you are now my captive!” Dazai shouted and ran away with the boy laughing.
“No! I refuse!” The boy screamed and laughed as he squirmed slightly in his father’s hold.
“You have no say in this matter! You are now mine to do as I wish with! And I say you are to do your homework.” The boy groaned and fell limp in Dazai’s arms.
“No buts. Besides you want to stay the smartest kid in school don’t you?” Dazai set the boy down on his feet.
“But I already am!” The boy protested as he held his father’s hand and followed him back to the house, and towards a smiling Atsushi.
“And you can stay smart if you do your homework.” Atsushi added, and with a disappointed groan the boy went inside the house.
“Can we eat lunch first, mama?” The boy pleaded.
“Of course, kiddo. Smart minds can’t work on an empty stomach.” The boy smiled at his mother and made his way to the dinner table.
Atsushi turned his attention to his lover and wrapped his arms around the taller male’s neck, while Dazai wrapped his around the smaller man’s waist. They both shared a kiss or two before being interrupted by a prolonged “ew” from their son.
“Hey just wait until you’re older. You might get a girlfriend and be doing the same thing.” Dazai replied.
“No! Girls are icky!” The boy stated.
“If only your father had the same idea.” Atsushi added.
“We been together for three years Dazai!”
“And I still got it.” The male added with a cocky grin; however, Atsushi was not impressed.
“Just for that, you don’t get food.” Dazai, stared at his lover with a gaping mouth in shock.
“Papa got in trouble!” The child sang from inside the house and giggled.
“You hush over there or I’ll abduct you again, mister!”
“You’ll never take me alive!” The child ran off and out of sight with Dazai running after him.
Atsushi smiled and entered the house, closing the glass door behind him and starting on lunch with a smile. He truly was blessed with a wonderful family, strange, but a family he adored none-the-less.
