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butterfluffy · 2 years

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AHHHH CONGRATS 4 300+ FOLLOWERS IWNKFNWKFMSONDIEH ♡(> ਊ <)♡ LEMME GIVE U A KISS & A HUG EHEHEHEHE (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

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THX A LOT KQNRKWMOFMSODB & DON'T 4GET 2 TAKE CARE OF URSELF (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

“drunken in you”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· about to pick your lover up on a bar after a fight with him, he beats you to it, coming back home to you, drunk. and a drunken confession fell from his lips..

⠀⠀➧ prompt: (🍷 | “are you drunk?” · “yeah, drunken in you.”)

⠀⠀➧ r. angst to fluff | eustass kid × f!reader | oneshot

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes and swearing may be present though.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: welcome to “i'm in love with you!” confession event made to celebrate this account reaching 300+ followers! visit it to see my other works on this special!

reqested by: @kotaro16 — HELLO KOOO!! HERE'S YOUR REQUEST OML, you're being sweet again, thank you!! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

A heavy sigh escaped your lips upon waking up hours after you and your lover, Kid, had an argument about him frequently getting into fights. It wasn't anything major, but you know that Kid has other ways of cooling off—which is drinking on bars.

“..Ugh, now, time to pick that tulip up. I hope Killer's still awake to help me carry that baby back here.” You grumble, putting your coat on and grabbing your keys, opening the door when—

“I'm back.” Your lover, Eustass Kid announced. Standing in front of you with a small frown on his face, reeking alcohol.

“Done drinking your ass up?” You said with an eye roll, returning your coat and keys back to the rack as your lover walked to the couch, still having foothold.

He's awfully silent, and you felt it. So following him to the couch, you sat beside Kid, keeping a small distance from him.

“So,” You hummed, taking a pause to lean your body to the armrest, “What's with you, Eustass Kid? You're awfully silent.”

Receiving no answer from him, you huffed. Shaking your head as you stood up. “I'll be sleeping now, just follow if you want.”

Taking a step away from Kid, he immediately dart his eyes on you, hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to the seat beside him. “Don't leave me.”

Hearing his mutter, your heart clenched. Following what he said and staying beside him in silence before you broke it with a question, “..Are you drunk?”

You couldn't help it but ask that. He's being unusual after all—being soft and silent, the opposite of his usual rough and loud self.

“Yeah,” Kid murmurs, hand caressing your palm as he leaned his head on your shoulder before he continued, “drunken in you.”

Hearing his murmur, your eyes widened, before having a chuckle leave your mouth. Running your fingers through Kid's wild, red hair as he grumbled.

“My my, how cheesy, Kid.” You snicker, shifting your position, laying down the couch with your back leaned on the arm rest as Kid rested him face on your breasts, arms around your waist.

“Shut up, damned woman...” He growls, burrowing his face deeper on your chest, nose by your cleavage. “But, ‘m sorry.”

Apologizing to you out of a sudden, you hummed, pretending that you don't know what is he apologizing for. “Mhm? For what?”

“....For being such a hard-headed fucker who likes gettin' in to fights.. And for causing you a lot of troubles, and headaches.”

Giving you the reason why he's apologizing, Kid clenched the shirt you're wearing, looking up at you with a frown, and eyes shining in gloss, as if he's about to cry. “...And now that I've apologized, don't leave me..”

“Oh?” Raising your brows, you nod, hand trailing to his back, caressing it. “I won't do that, don't worry. That's because...”

“I love you.” Leaning towards his face, you then pecked his forehead as you said your sweet words, causing Kid to have his face blow red as he tigtened his hold on you. “..Uh-huh, love you too.”

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immacaria · 1 year

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Title: Do not leave me alone

Fandom: The Sandman (2022)

Pairing: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/ Hob Gadling

Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus; Hob Gadling; Orpheus (The Sandman)

Tags: Modern AU; Parents AU; No Powers AU; Kid Fic; Divorced!Dream; Hob & Dream as parents; Baby!Orpheus; Fluff; Domestic Fluff

Words: 1727

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It's early in the morning when Orpheus' cries pass through the room, waking both Hob and Morpheus at once. Morpheus moves slower than him, eyes opening just enough to look around and head not even lifting from the pillow. He is tired, Hob knows, not a bit used to having a small kid living in the same place as him. Hob isn't used anymore as well, but his body knows what to do on his own.

Sleepily, he reaches out for Morpheus' hand, stopping him from getting up and motions weakly to himself.

"Stay here," he says, voice slurring and eyes barely open. "I'll do it."

"Hob," Morpheus starts, but it's clear that he isn't even awake.

"Don't get up, I'll do it," he says again and really gets up this time, turning around just to make sure Morpheus is properly covered. The room's tiles are too cold for his feet and Hob is partially sure that later his nose will be running like crazy just because of this, but now all he needs to do is get to little Orpheus' room.

Orpheus, for the most part, is a quiet baby, one that doesn't cry too much or too often, and that is simply happy to see the world moving around him. The only moment Hob ever saw him get loudly excited was when Morpheus was working with a lyre, and Hob stopped for a while with the baby to just listen. Now, every night, both Hob and Orpheus go to sleep with Morpheus playing the lyre.

His room is partially close to Hob's - If you can consider anything to be close in this giant mansion that Morpheus likes to call a 'modest house' - and it's not long before he has little Orpheus in his arms. Hob coos at him as he adjusts the blanket around him, putting him against his chest. It hasn't been long since he has done this with his own child, holding Robyn against his chest and getting to feel his warmth against his skin.

If he closes his eyes now, he can still feel Robyn's laughter against his chest, his brown eyes closed from how hard he was laughing. He can still see how his little hands closed around the air while he giggled and how his body trembled with how strong his laugh was. He can still see Eleanor resting at the bed, eyes half-closed and a small smile on her face as she watches them dancing in front of the bed.

After their death, after he lost everything, life wasn't as beautiful as before, it didn't make sense as before. He kept on living, going to classes and teaching like nothing had happened, like his entire world hadn't fallen apart. Like his heart hadn't stopped beating after he recognised the corpses of his wife and son and had to carry on without them.

It wasn't easy, recovering from that time and moving on from the grief. It isn't easy, still. Everytime he takes Orpheus in his arms and puts him against his chest, he remembers what he lost, remembers how miserable and desperate he was.

Part of him fears that the same will happen again, that he will lose both Orpheus and Morpheus like he lost Eleanor and Robyn. Part of him thinks that he will lose them and there will be no one else to be there for him. It's one part he is still learning how to fight against, one part that made the last eight years pure hell, but one that is slowly disappearing from inside of his mind and heart.

Taking a deep breath, Hob lifts Orpheus from his cradle, wrapping him in his blanket and putting him against his chest. His little hands wrap against his shirt instinctively, looking up at Hob while he reaches out for the milk bottle. Cold surrounds them, slowly guiding them to sleep, and a smile appears on his face without him noticing.

As Orpheus feeds from the bottle, Hob rocks around and hums quietly, thumb moving up and down against the outside of his thigh. It’s not a song he ever remembers hearing, but one he knows nonetheless. It’s soft and calm, something a mother sings to her child when they are crying, knowing by all cultures and races.

If lyrics were to be added, they would be about unconditional love, protection and devotion. They would sing about protection and the promise that to forever be there for the listener, that they would never be left alone. Something to bring comfort and security when times were dark and grim, something to remember that there was light at the end of the day and that hope would forever be there as long as they never gave up.

“Know your father loves you so, so much, little one, and he will never leave you or let anyone ever hurt you,” Hob whispers to little Orpheus, his little eyes staring up at him. “And I’ll be here too, if you and your father let me. I know I may be broken and chipped, but I promise to try and learn to be better. I’ll take you to your music lessons when you grow up and help you throw your father crazy. I’ll teach you how to skate and, maybe, if I’m not too old, you can teach me how to play the lyre.” Orpheus smiles, the hand against his chest patting him weakly and Hob smiles as well. “And I-I will try to not compare you to my Robyn because I know you are not him, you are little, wonderful Orpheus and the light of your father’s eyes. I’ll be your Uncle Hob, the one who takes you to the park and teaches you how to balance bowls of water on top of doors to prank anyone that comes in, even if it’s myself.”

“I’ll show you how to enjoy a good s’more and to stop for a moment every day to appreciate the fact that you are alive, breathing and that there’s so much to live for because, Orpheus, my dear - ” he whispers, leaning in to kiss his forehead and smiling at him. There are tears pooling in his eyes, threatening to fall down, and he sniffs. “- There’s so much to live for. The sun, the stars, the people around you, the stories and music. I’ll show how to wake up every day and find a reason, just one reason, to be alive because wishing to be alive is the hardest thing to do.”

He should know. He spent so much time wishing that he could just go to sleep and never wake up again, that Robyn and Eleanor would appear to him in his dreams and tell him that he didn’t need to wake up again, that they would be happy there, just the three of them. Sometimes, in his darkest moments, he still wished to.

“It’s not easy, Orpheus. It’s not easy being alive, but it’s worth it because it’s so, so good. There’s so much to be done, so much to be discovered, so many things to see and do. Even the little things, like discovering a new flavour of scone or how you like to take your coffee, are worth it,” his heart bleeds inside his chest, a clenched hand around his neck and he tries to not cry over the baby. "The way your friend laughs, the smile on a stranger's face when you compliment them, the way you feel when you have a particularly good day. That's what makes everything worth it, the little things who are as big as you let them."

Orpheus is almost asleep in his arms, face turning away from the bottle and Hob chuckles at the little furrow between his eyebrows, so much like his father's. He puts the bottle away and brings him up against his shoulder, patting his back carefully. His little head rests against the crook of his shoulder, hands clenching and unclenching around his shirt while he grumbles.

For a while, he walks around the room, humming and patting his back until a little burp comes out. Hob keeps walking, humming and caressing his back until he feels him sloping against him, snoring lightly, and he can't help but laugh because the kid is so much like his father even though he is just a baby still. Even their names look the same.

"Your father will always be here for you and so will I. You will never be alone and, I know, you will be brilliant in your terms," Hob turns around and tries to not drop Orpheus, startling when he sees Morpheus sitting down at the corner of the room, a notebook on his legs and a pencil in his hands. "What the fu-frick are you doing here?"

"You can swear, Hob, he is asleep," Morpheus whispers, voice gentle and soft. Even in the dark, with only the moonlight illuminating the room, he can see the way his lips curl upwards and the pen moves against the paper, creating lines and shades on the white sheet.

"No," he says and turns to put Orpheus back on his cradle, face up and surrounded by pillows so that he doesn't roll on his back or side. "Since when have you been here?"

"Not long. Long enough," he shrugs and gets up from the ground. His sweatpants brush against his feet, hanging loosely around his hips. As always, there's no shirt on and Hob thinks how he is not trembling from the cold. "Come to bed, it's late and you have classes earlier in the morning."

Sketchbook forgotten on top of the drawer, Morpheus leans in and kisses Hob in the lips chastely. His hands slid down his arms, finding their way to his hips and under his shirt. The kiss is more of a touch than a proper kiss for they are both smiling too much for it to happen.

"We will have you as long as you have us, Hob. You made us a family, you made us what you are today," Morpheus whispers against his lips, hands wrapped around his hips possessively. "I'm never letting go of you, Robert Gadling, you are mine."

"And you're mine," he whispers back and, together, they leave for their own room, quietly closing the door behind them.

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mrskurono · 2 years

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Lmao sammmeee😂 as soon as the kids are out so am i

Mines slept thru the illegal fireworks thus far. Here's to hoping I sleep thru them too 😂

#is getting old just hating fireworks?#see its not that I hate them #i just hate the people aloud to have them #oh no im old 😂#here's to a restful sleep to wake up to in 2022 ♡#ushiwakasrey.♡#three.talks

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z99jsprk · 2 years

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sleepy midnight sex / riding with soobin ♡

#!...📞📞 txt kinktober 2022 requests are open!

#%! nsfw drabble / smut fic

#%! 2,263 words

#%! established relationship - married, choi soobin x top male reader

content warning! nsfw, suggestive themes, profanities, whore calling, sub space

(switches from narrative to third person pov a lot lol ‘m sorry about that)

pronouns ;; he/they [male > gender neutral]

i. NSFW DRABBLE

Being a ceo of a huge selling company is tough, it eats all of your time up, having little to none at all for yourself and your beloved husband.

As for soobin, having to be an in-demand world famous choreographer was a handful, barely being able to have good proper rest and sleep – trying to wait every night for his husband to come home, only resulting in him to fall asleep in the process.

But today, you wanted a change of things. If you could give your employees a couple of days off then why not for yourself, right?

Having only the bright laptop as your source of light in the dining area where you had sprawled out all your workload, you didn't notice a familiar figure slowly approaching.

“m/n?” jumping from his place, m/n was surprised to see his baby awake at this ungodly hour. “Baby? What’s got you up this late?”

Soobin hummed with half opened eyes as he sat himself on your lap, straddling you and making himself comfortable. The brown haired boy leaned onto your chest, listening to your heartbeat that never fails to make him feel calm and safe. “Woke up to an empty space beside me so i figured you’d be here”

Giggling at your lover's hard attempt in keeping himself awake and audible – oh how adorable he was, not aware soobin had been having fun by himself while you were out and busy at the company.

Being at it since early afternoon and having almost 4 orgasms can do alot to you. Now that you were there, he just can't help but grow hard – he was embarrassed, to say the least. Impressive as it is, even with that, soobin still managed to fall asleep, his bulge going unnoticed.

Just as you thought that the latter had finally fallen back asleep, you extended your arms to reach for your laptop and bring it closer so you could work with a sleeping soobin straddling you with his much smaller hands loosely clutching your dress shirt, scared that you would go away.

After several minutes of just typing in silence, m/n paused from his action upon hearing the sleeping male sitting on him whimper.

“hyung..” the grip on your dress shirt tightening. heavy and hot breathing on the crook of your neck. Somehow, even with the strong urge to wake him up, you didn’t want to ruin his little moment.

soobin, who's not a hundred percent awake and conscious, started slowly moving his hips hoping to get some kind of friction, to which he undeniably succeeded in doing so.

m/n sat there frozen and shocked, the scene in-front of him so lewd and sudden. After a minute, two, three – honestly he couldn’t even tell anymore. m/n blinks repeatedly an amount of times as he looks at soobin’s face.

his eyes shut tight, face scrunched with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. God, was it so lewd, so much that m/n couldn’t help himself get all hot and bothered, too.

it's been so long since they have last done it so the amount of pent up sexual tension he had in his body made a gush of heat run south – growing hard all from soobin's soft whimpers and sobs with his hips that's now starting to move faster.

not being able to take it anymore, soobin had choked a sob out, “hyung please..”

m/n groaned, knowing damn well that he can't do anything else than what the latter asked him to.

“Tell me where, baby” and instead of telling him where, soobin had brought his shaking hands and held onto yours to place it above his crotch.

m/n gulped, his eyes filled with panic for a moment, finally sinking into him that soobin isn't fully awake. With a reluctant hand, he gently rubbed his palm over the younger’s clothed cock, earning himself a soft moan from the crook of his neck where soobin had been burying his face in.

With soobin abruptly shooting up with eyes blown wide, m/n whispered, “baby?”

“Wait I— I’m—” soobin paused, sniffling with frantic hands wiping stray tears on his face, he exhaled “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me, oh my god”

Gently grabbing soobin's wrists to stop him moving and shaking so much, m/n shushed him and placed a hand over his cheek, caressing it softly “it's okay, i’ve got you. let me take care of you, hm, princess?"

Oh how soobin loved being called princess, your princess, making him feel all hot and mushy on the inside, a blush making its way on the tips of his ears.

m/n looked down, only now realizing how he had one of his white office dress shirts draping over the younger’s upper body, having only a thin pair of boxers covering his lower half.

soobin nodded, giving into m/n’s touch, throwing his head back with a loud moan when you pressed harder on his bulge. “m/n, no teasing”

m/n tapped on soobin's thigh, a silent instruction for him to stand up. Just as he was already standing up, the older pointed over on his crotch “those, off”

With a dark shade of crimson gracing his features, he slid his boxers off and lifted his hands to the first button of his shirt when m/n had stopped him.

“Keep that on, I like the way it looks on you” and as obedient as soobin was, he nodded as he made his way in-front of the older.

“Don’t you want to help me with these?” m/n pointed down onto his office slacks that sported a very visible outline of his cock. With sparkling eyes, he nodded, eagerly dropping on his knees between m/n's legs.

with his shaky hands, he tried his best to unbuckle m/n’s belt and fumbled with the button before finally zipping it down, showing his boxers that still covered his dick.

soobin looked up, tapping the older’s thighs, making him raise his hips up, just enough for him to pull his slacks and boxers off all together, pooling them on m/n's ankles.

with m/n easily slipping his shoes and pants off, he made soobin sit on his lap again, groaning when both their members rubbed against each other.

m/n pulled the younger down, making their lips connect, tongues dancing in sync with soobin letting m/n take control, mewling at the way his hands would roam around under soobin’s shirt.

pulling away from the kiss, m/n had made soobin lean his weight against his shoulder, gaining more access to his ass before rubbing his index and middle finger over his rim.

Soobin breathed a shaky moan when m/n pushed both his fingers in all at once “so loose, what have you been doing?”

his mind fuzzy and barely making up the older’s words in his head, the younger hummed and answered in a small voice “played while waiting for you to come home” he made a mental reminder in his head to show his lover the video he took of himself earlier on that day.

With a smirk plastered over your lips, “how many, baby?” you asked, referring to how many orgasms soobin had while doing so.

“f-four.. fuck, m/n..” soobin whimpered, thighs quivering when m/n had brushed over his prostate. “you like it when I hit here don’t you? my needy little whore, mmh?”

Soobin couldn't compose a proper sentence, feeling the pleasure spread all over his body.

m/n smiled, not in the mood to get mad at his baby for not answering his question, marking his word that he'll take care of him tonight “answer me when I ask you, princess”

soobin choked a sob, gripping m/n's dress shirt tighter before answering, “yeah.. fuck— yeah, feels so good”

whining, soobin looked up from your shoulder and made a confused face when you pulled your fingers out.

m/n only smiled, pecking soobin’s lips before whispering “patience baby, do you want me to fuck some manners into you? Is that it?”

and soobin keens for this, to be put in his place, tossed and moved around like a toy, a doll.

with soobin being so loose, it was easy for m/n to slide his length inside the younger's already stretched hole.

soobin whimpered, hiding his head back into m/n’s neck, biting it a little.

m/n grunted a low groan when he started moving up slowly, pace picking up the moment soobin had moaned into his ear.

with the younger’s thighs shaking while straddling m/n who's thrusts were sharp and quick, hitting soobin's bundle of nerves that never failed to make him see stars.

“gosh princess.. doing so good for me” m/n threw his head back, grip on the younger’s waist tightening.

soobin was a moaning, whimpering mess, encouraging m/n to go even faster, mercilessly pounding up onto the smaller boy.

soobin’s body quivered, his cock visibly twitching on his stomach, the familiar knot forming in his stomach became more prominent.

his vision was getting hazy, white painting his line of sight as he came against his and m/n’s dress shirt untouched, mouth agape in a silent moan.

even with soobin already getting his orgasm, m/n didn't stop while he, too, chased his high.

“fuck m/n wait.. slow down, ‘m sensitive” soobin sobbed on the olders neck, soaking the area there, his arms wrapping itself tighter onto the older.

paying him no mind, m/n chose to ignore soobin’s pleas and sobs.

sobbing a moan out, soobin’s body goes slack as the fuzziness in his head convinces himself he’s slowly falling into sub space, the overstimulation too much for him.

with his thrusts getting sloppier and unrhythmic, m/n breathes a shaky moan out.

“fuck princess, i'm so close” you growled, thrusting once more before releasing ropes of white, thick, cum deep inside soobin who hadn't notice himself cumming again, having his sixth orgasm.

the older thrusted a few more times slowly, riding out his high before pulling out soobin’s abused hole, feeling hot fluid slowly trickle down his thighs.

m/n took an amount of deep breaths to compose himself before looking at soobin whose shake in his legs still there, cheeks having dry tears painting them with his lips plump and glossy.

m/n smiled softly, “is my baby in subspace?” soobin had nodded once, his embrace on the older tightening.

the older hummed as he held onto soobin’s thighs, making him flinch a little. giggling at his lover being so, so sensitive, he couldn't help placing an open mouth kiss over his sweaty forehead.

standing up and making his way up to their shared room with the younger clinging onto him like a koala, m/n slowly placed him down the cold bed as he admired soobin’s wrecked face before standing up.

just as he was about to take a step away from the edge of the bed, soobins weak and slightly shaking hands grabbed his wrist saying “don’t leave”

the older chuckled and crouched down. tucking the hair that covered soobin's half opened eyes behind his ear, he hummed “i'll run us a bath and come back to you, how's that sound love?”

taking seconds until he finally let the older go, m/n had smiled to himself after witnessing soobin curl into himself, keeping him warm. taking a last glance at the male on the bed, m/n stood up and went inside the bathroom.

humming a familiar tune as water filled the tub, you slowly stripped yourself off the remaining clothes you had on before making your way back into the bedroom.

picking the younger up as you took slow careful steps inside the bathroom, you had settled the male between your legs in the bathtub.

soobin had curled himself and leaned into your chest, feeling the vibrations as you hummed to a song while softly caressing soobin’s lower back.

m/n smiled fondly at soobin who reached his much smaller hands out to hold and play with his larger ones.

trying his best to stay awake and slip out of subspace, he failed adorably, ending up whimpering and curling himself further into m/n who gladly held him tighter.

the older chuckled softly, noticing soobin's hands that were playing with his and holding it tight earlier, started to slowly drop and loosen.

soobin was starting to doze off, slowly starting fall asleep after he hummed and whispered in a small voice “mmh, goodnight, m/n. love you” and finally let his head fall slack against your shoulder.

the older smiled lovingly down onto the boy he was holding tight as he placed a long and sweet kiss on his temple before whispering back “goodnight, baby”

lmk what you think with this, lol. tbh I'm not too satisfied with this but, I had fun writing it so . yeah . btw my requests are open feel free to drop anything :) !

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dojimakaichou · 2 years

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DRABBLE 01: JANUARY 10, 2022

A short piece about the birth of Kazuya, the first child born to Daigo and Melissa ( the amazing @stingslikeabee ), and Daigo’s emotional response to meeting his son after.

When Melissa’s mun, Mari, and I established the ship between Daigo and Melissa, we chose to have Kazuya be born on January 10, 2022. Since that’s today, coincidentally enough, I wanted to pay the event tribute. ♡

For safekeeping, I’m posting it here under the cut.

warning. pregnancy, labor, childbirth, hints at parental abuse / childhood trauma, mentions of blood and violence

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Daigo woke up gradually, his hand feeling about the bed for his wife. He blinked at the realization that she wasn’t there. Worry filled him, and the ex - Chairman rolled out from beneath the covers. 11:37 p.m. Daigo narrowed his eyes at the time as he scrubbed at his face and stretched. She had always been a night owl ; under normal circumstances, he would have thought nothing of Melissa’s absence. However, she had been coming to bed earlier and earlier lately ( understandably so ), and he was sure she had said that she wouldn’t be long behind him. That had been nearly 3 hours ago.

He found her standing in the kitchen, leaning forward over the island in the center of it, knuckles white with the ferocity with which she gripped the edge. Though her brown tresses hung in front of her face, it was easy to see that she was in pain. Daigo hovered in the doorway and studied her intently. It felt like an eon before Melissa seemed to relax and straighten. The long, deep breath that she released came from a place Daigo could never fathom.

The ex - yakuza approached her softly. At her expression, he knew. The anxious knot in the pit of his stomach tightened reflexively. Daigo stepped in front of Melissa. A palm pressed to her cheek, an arm wound loosely around her waist for support.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” he asked gently, brows drawn together.

Melissa’s tired smile was tight, but it was there. “I’m alright,” she answered quietly. “It’s ― there’s still plenty of time. I wanted you to be able to sleep.”

She slipped her face out from beneath Daigo’s touch in order to bury it in his chest. Her hands met behind his back, grip curling into the fabric of the old t - shirt he had worn to bed, and she moved as close to him as her stomach would allow. While she hadn’t wanted to wake him yet ( babies took their time, as her mother had taught her these last few months, so there was little sense in reacting immediately ), there was no denying that Daigo’s presence was greatly welcomed. He was her world, in every sense of the phrase, and it had always comforted her to touch him, to feel that he was there with her.

( and, now, he was her anchor, the tether in a sea of mounting pain that she knew she would face over the course of the coming day. )

“Okay.” Daigo breathed the word, arms wrapped around her carefully. He kissed the top of her head tenderly and allowed his eyes to close for a moment. “You’re going to do amazingly, Melissa. I know it.”

The next several hours passed by in a blur. Daigo only left her side when it was necessary ― to alert Eleanor that Melissa was in labor, to phone the doctor, to pack the few items that had never quite made it into the hospital bag that he suspected his wife would want ― otherwise, he was immediately with her.

Eleanor’s words of wisdom, likely drawn from her own experience in giving birth, helped Melissa immensely. The elder woman coached her daughter through the worst of it expertly ; her soothing murmurs of encouragement and calm strength were invaluable. Throughout it all, Melissa remained fixed to Daigo. Even in the beginning, when her mother had encouraged her to attempt to get some rest, her fingers had stayed curled around his. The ex - yakuza stroked her hair, tenderly rubbed her back as requested, and watched her with a sense of reverence. His eyes never strayed from her face, no matter if he was addressing Eleanor.

Daigo’s devotion was no less at the hospital. He spurned what was expected of the father by society during an event like this. Eleanor noted how quickly the staff gave up on trying to persuade him to wait elsewhere. Daigo’s chilling glare, the set of his mouth, the way in which he could make you feel unspeakably small and all of your challenges against him feeble with but a look and a raised brow ― her son - in - law had a heart of gold, but there was no denying that he had the capacity to be terrifying when he wished to. It made sense, given his history, though in this environment Daigo’s show of intimidation merely brought an amused smile to Eleanor’s features. There had never been any doubt in their minds that he wouldn’t be there for his son’s birth, and it didn’t take long for the staff to realize that their suggestions were falling on closed ears. Daigo Dojima was IMMOVABLE by nature, and, in this instance, the strength of what that meant was on full display.

Nothing could have prepared Daigo for the swell of emotion that he felt when he saw his son first appear in the world. The messy newborn that was placed against Melissa’s chest stunned him in a way he had never experienced before. Thankfully, the baby appeared to be healthy ( if its cries were anything to go by ). Daigo kissed Melissa, in awe of her strength and of the child she had grown ; the tears that ran down his cheeks betrayed the flood of raw feeling that had overtaken him.

“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH,” he whispered, lips moving from her mouth and pressing tenderly against her sweaty brow. She was incredible.

Hours had passed since that instant, those treasured minutes that would be forever etched into Daigo’s memory, and the world had thankfully slowed down. A full 24 hours had passed since Daigo had awoken to find Melissa absent from their bed.

Eleanor had returned to the family’s house after little Kazuya had passed his first meal with flying colors. With mother and baby doing beautifully, it was time to get ready for the next step : bringing them home. She had volunteered to go on ahead to ensure that the final touches were in place.

However, there was no rush ; Melissa’s doctor had requested that she be admitted for an extra day or two in order to monitor everyone’s health. Though it was increasingly common for women to become mothers when they were older, there were certain risks and potential complications that could develop after the birth as a result. It was better to err on the side of caution. Eleanor, for her part, didn’t mind the extra waiting. She now had more than enough time to sort through Kazuya’s clothing and remove anything he was already too big for.

January 10, 2022. 10:39 p.m.

Daigo’s gaze flicked away from the clock and back to the form of Melissa, who had managed to drift away to sleep only minutes ago. His adoring expression was complimented by the fingertips that grazed the side of her face ever so lightly. He was glad to see that she was able to finally rest.

The ex - yakuza moved toward the small crib that had been wheeled into the room with them. At first, he was hesitant to interact with the newborn inside. It had not yet occurred to him how small Kazuya was, how fragile. Daigo’s hands were seemingly enormous by comparison, and he wondered if it would be a doomed effort to attempt holding him.

A faint complaint from Kazuya spurred Daigo to action, though. Melissa had just fallen asleep, and he hoped that she could stay that way for a while. Maybe, if he ―

Daigo gently grasped the newborn as if he were made of glass, breath catching when Kazuya’s little body left the safety of the plush mat he laid on, and held him against his chest. The blanket he had been partially wrapped in settled comfortably into the crook of Daigo’s arm. To his surprise, Kazuya seemed to accept him. Tiny fists encased in soft mittens to keep his fingernails from scratching his skin waved but for a moment in protest. The baby gurgled to himself as he was settled. Daigo blew his breath out shakily, attempting to swallow past the lump in his throat, and settled a hand against Kazuya’s head to better support it.

“Hey, buddy,” Daigo murmured. He couldn’t help the smile that spread along his face. Idly, the ex - yakuza began to pace about the room, mindful not to stray too close to his wife’s bed ( lest the sound of his socks on the floor rouse her ).

“I’m your ― ”

The word that he wanted to say next stopped the ex - Chairman in his pathing. Daigo felt the weight of it on the end of his tongue as keenly as he did the newborn laying securely in his arms.

Becoming a father had been a subject that Daigo had grappled with privately ever since Melissa had told him that she was pregnant. His initial excitement had inevitably nestled in next to his growing doubts. Could he be a good father? He had thought back on his own life as he mused over it. Every violent and angry strike that his fists had made. Every life he had taken as though it were nothing. Every heavy choice he had made when it came to territorial disputes, money, the retention of his own power. Every instance in which he had been directly responsible for the hurt the Tojo Clan caused, even when the end justified the means.

In his troubled young adult life, Daigo had sworn away the yakuza and their bloody greed. Yet, here he stood, fifteen years later, the man to whom the entire Tojo Clan had kneeled for over a decade. The son of Sohei Dojima, perhaps one of the best - remembered yakuza of his age, whose reputation now FAR exceeded his father’s. If Sohei had been a giant among men, Daigo was a titan. He had not stood with legends, he had commanded them.

There was no amount of praise ― for his skill as a diplomat, for his fairness as a leader, for his desire to spill the least blood possible ― that could erase the damage a man like him had wrought on the world.

Daigo knew it.

Could a man like him be a good father? Or . . . would he become like Sohei? A man who was so used to holding weapons that he couldn’t see his own child as anything but. A man who was so used to barking orders that he could never lower his voice. A man who was called great and that had a reputation that was lofted by all those that knew him except for one. ( arguably, the one whose opinion should have mattered the most. )

When Daigo had learned that the miraculous child in Melissa’s womb was indeed a son, these obstinate, aching questions had only grown stronger.

Kazuya.

Melissa’s suggestion of the name had been entirely innocent, but Daigo still remembered how it had resonated with him. It was perfect. The first character, the sound of it falling past her lips, had practically washed over him.

It was then that Daigo had understood that the answer to his months - long battle with the topic of fatherhood had a startlingly easy answer. No, he would not be a father like Sohei. The realization had all but silenced the toxic web that had woven itself across the topic in his mind and given Daigo the opportunity to really breathe since hearing the news.

Sohei Dojima was his father by blood, but he was not the one who had raised Daigo. The man to whom Daigo owed his strict moral code ( the one that had given him stable ground in a world of danger and depravity for so long ) was Kiryu. His father was Kiryu.

Kazuma.

Daigo lifted his hand away from his newborn son, wiping at the tears spilling over his lashes, and released another long breath. The baby stirred in response. Kazuya’s agitated waving mittens caused his father to laugh. That simple gesture granted Daigo the strength he needed to resist the potent mix of sorrow and joy that threatened to sweep him away entirely.

“I’m your dad,” Daigo choked out softly. He tucked his hand back into place and smiled tenderly.

“Happy birthday, buddy.”

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