BandagedBeauty
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And gradually, Dazai had learned to love this existence, at least as much as immorality could be loved by someone who had never wanted to live in the first place. He had learned to love the hunt, the kill, the endless nights. And he had learned to love Chuuya again, or perhaps for the first time in this new form.
And Chuuya? Chuuya had learned that he would do anything, anything, to keep that love. To watch Dazai indulge in the pleasures this cursed life had to offer, to see his eyes light up with manic ecstasy as he fed. To hold him in the aftermath, blood smeared across marble floors and his pale skin, when the world felt as if it was reduced to something that belonged only to them. To feel his slim fingers tighten around his wrists. To feel his cold lips on his body, marking him the way an artist signed his finest work.
So if Dazai wanted a villa with a stream and an apple orchard, then Chuuya would gladly empty it of every living soul and hand it to him like a gift.
or—vampires skk in the victorian era, emptying a spanish villa from its owners, and drowning in each other while blood drips from their lips. featuring chuuya's obsession bordering on violence, even for vampire standards.
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Dazai knew that in 10, 20, 50—even 100 years from now he would be able to feel this feeling. This feeling of utter despair as he put his numb fingers on Chuuya’s freezing neck.
No pulse.
Dazai clung to Chuuya like a second skin. He clung to him like maybe if he held Chuuya closer, then that would bring him back. Bring him back to the old Chuuya, yelling at him and punching him, and calling him stupid nicknames. Slowly tears began to drip down his face looking at Chuuya’s oh so pale face. He shouldn’t be able to look that pale.
or a skk titanic au
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When Dazai arrives at Chuuya’s apartment feverish, rain-soaked, and entirely too pleased with himself, Chuuya does what he always swears he won’t: lets him in.
One stormy night of soup, medicine, jealousy, stubborn tenderness, and far too much shared space turns into something softer than either of them is willing to name out loud.
Or: Dazai gets sick, Chuuya takes care of him, and both of them are unbearable about it.
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- Part 1 of Skk Sickfic + Fluff
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Dazai left Yokohama just after breaking up with Chuuya, leaving behind an unread poem written to him by the same person whom he thought he would never see again. Four years later, during his third year at Kyoto University, the poems became songs and his ex-boyfriend is the lead singer in a band that’s slowly beginning to get recognized.
Now here they stand, in the same city and under the same sky. The painful memory of unanswered questions, missed calls and unread poems will haunt them against their will, but perhaps, that’s exactly what they needed.
'Cause there’s still some story left between them, a million songs yet to be heard, and there’s that one kiss, the one they left for later.
[ This is a translation of “Leave the kiss for later” by LeoLunna ]
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“Dazai,” he said, his tone level and steady, sounding stern. It had changed. It was deeper, richer now, but still held the same undertones. Dazai didn’t know how to respond. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
There was a pause. A moment of silence. Neither of them breathed.
And then Dazai turned around, letting his hair cover his eyes, and smiled. He smiled. Chuuya felt like gagging with how fake and ugly it was.
“Chuuya, long time no see.”
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After seven years, Chuuya reunites with Dazai in the most unexpected place he could think of: his own college campus.
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- Part 2 of We Met A Cold Summer Day