#ikevamp dazai x mc
Okie it’s time for Dazai’s Royal Romance story! I know it has a been a long time coming (same with the last 3 too) but, like I said I have been taking my time with this mini series because of how big my work load at University is atm >2< Though, some exciting news - the opportunity to vote for my next mini series theme will be coming soon: keep your eyes peeled!
- JJ x
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The King of Hearts, Dazai Osamu
There came a quiet, incessant tapping at the glass door leading out onto Queen MC’s balcony as the sunset painted the sky apricot and peach over her kingdom. The regal young woman wandered over to the glass and pushed open the door, stepping out onto the balcony, smiling sweetly at the sight of her husband in the garden below holding a handful of small pebbles. Dazai’s saffron eyes were brimming with affection as he noticed his wife and plopped down the stones he held onto the ground, “Good evening, your highness.”
MC leant gently on the railing and gazed down at her husband like she were Juliet meeting with Romeo in the star-crossed night, “Good evening, my king.” The Queen quirked an eyebrow at Dazai, who she noticed had one hand hidden behind his back, “I see that you’re up to something again.”
The King’s smile widened into a grin but he shook his head, his inky plum hair falling from its manbun, “My wife doubts my intentions? Oh dear,” he produced an exquisite bouquet from behind his back and held it up towards her, “Then her majesty won’t care if I were to discard this bouquet, then.”
“No!”The young lady giggled behind her hand, a gentle heat coming to her cheeks when she took note of the bouquet’s composition - lilacs, white roses and yellow ranunculi, an exact copy of her wedding bouquet - “I’d very much like to accept your kind gift.”
Dazai grinned and shot a wink to his beautiful wife, “Then I’d suggest you come here and retrieve them.” And without another word, the king scurried off further into the garden and out of sight, successfully piquing MC’s curiosity and drawing her out of the palace. The queen delicately held up the skirts of her floral summer dress as she rushed down the steps and weaved through the rows of flower and vegetable patches. MC was delightfully out of breath when she reached the secluded rose garden where she found her husband Dazai who was grinning playfully, his daffodil yellow eyes bright as though the stars themselves twinkled in them, “My lady.” The roses surrounding them were in perfect bloom and somewhere in the near distance, an orchestra of delicate strings played, the music seeming to place stars in the evening sky. Dazai had arranged candles around the small grassy area and he bowed, offering his wife his hand, “May I have this dance, your highness?”
“Of course, your majesty,” MC replied, her heart aflutter when she placed her palm in Dazai’s and he swept her body close to his own, gently swaying them to the beautiful music which hung in the air, making the atmosphere impossibly romantic. And they danced like it were their first, reminiscing of the night they met: A pleasantly warm July like this one, dressed to the nines at one of Prince Sebastian’s lavish parties, hand in hand, nose to nose as violins accompanied their blossoming love. The queen stepped a little closer to her husband, resting her cheek against his shoulder and letting out a delighted sigh when she felt his arms tighten around her waist. Dazai craned his head forward slightly to kiss MC’s hair, smiling carefully when she raised her head to gaze at his handsome face, “What’s with the romantic antics? It isn’t like you to be so ardent.”
“You question the crown?” The king smirked slyly but his words carried no ill will, he was merely teasing his beloved, “Can the king not treat his queen by giving her an evening of bliss when she’s looked so blue lately?”
“I-”
MC’s protest was short-lived as Dazai kissed her lips sweetly, stealing away her worries and her breath with one careful brush of his lips against her’s after another, his large hands trailing up her back until they held onto her slender shoulders. Their kiss was passionate and hot yet still romantic and chaste, for the most part. The proud moon had risen above them, illuminating the royal couple in the rose garden like they were Orlando and Rosalind, players in the most tender of love stories who deserved to be placed on stage for the world to see. By the time they had parted, Dazai and MC could only giggle at each other like two teenagers in love, both of their faces flushed pink with warmth as the orchestra continued to play their symphonies, “I’m glad to see her majesty smiling again. Finally sunshine has returned to the kingdom.”
Queen MC smirked a little, eying King Dazai with curiosity and suspicion, “Are you going to do this every time I’m feeling a little under the weather, then?”
Dazai carded his fingers through his wife’s silken hair and leant forward to kiss her cheek lovingly, “If that is what will make you smile, then I will do this every hour of every day for you.”
“And what about your duties, your majesty? Surely the kingdom needs you to take care of them too?”
“And leave the sun to grow cold and lonely? What man would be so cruel?”
