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Darling, Some Things Are Meant To Be, Chap. 2 Now Available!

- Fairytale AU
- Prince Chuuya x Snow White Dazai

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After they pull away and Chuuya picks him up bridal-style to walk him back to his room, Dazai cannot help but think that maybe this was always how they were meant to be. (37/37)

Chuuya was the beat of his heart, the resonance in his soul, and the air his lungs breathed. Feelings suddenly clear.

So, beneath the watchful gaze of the heavens and the time, they lean in, carefully meeting in the middle in a tender kiss, embracing each other with timid smiles. (36/37)

Too skittish to come close but too tired of living in the shadows.

He gulped. Suddenly, the mere thought of leaving Chuuya behind in this world unsettled him. No, Chuuya wasn’t a nobody anymore. Chuuya wasn’t a friend, either. (35/37)

Is he a friend or someone more than that? Would life really permit him to live by Chuuya’s side?

As Dazai gazes into Chuuya’s bewildered expression, he can’t help but think about how he had wanted to leave Chuuya behind when they first met. (34/37)

He could feel Chuuya’s breath mingling with his own.

What is the embrace of a lover like, he often wondered? Is it safe like this? What is romance like? Is it dancing the night away at a ball and ending the night with a kiss? Who is Chuuya to him? (33/37)

Dazai takes his hand, his heels shaking beneath him like a newborn foal as he stands, and he stumbles forward into Chuuya's arms. He gasps, once again gripping Chuuya by his shoulders for support, their faces inches from each other again. (32/37)

Chuuya smiles, hesitant to remove himself from Dazai’s side at first, but he stands, extending a hand for Dazai to take, and that’s when the nearby church bells ring, signaling the stroke of midnight. (31/37)

“I do,” he says, turning his face away to hide his flushed expression, wishing for one of his cloaks to magically appear so he can hide beneath its hood. (30/37)

“But I’m pretty strong, you know. Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.”

Chuuya leans forward to press their foreheads together and quietly asks, “Do you trust me?”

And really, how could Dazai say no? The brunette’s cheeks redden, and he nods shyly. (29/37)

He cringes, his mouth moving faster than his brain for once. His sleepiness must be showing through all his mistakes, but it doesn't seem to bother Chuuya.

“I mean, I can’t have you spraining your ankle. We did dance a lot,” Chuuya says with an apologetic smile. (28/37)

He almost doesn’t catch Chuuya’s question; he’s focused on the feather touches on his skin that make him feel dizzy, as if drunk on wine, soul soaring whenever they make any contact.

“Do you need me to carry you to your room? I don’t mind.”

“You…would?” Dazai wonders out loud. (27/37)

Below, he could hear the sound of retreating steps as guests walked the garden towards the Castle’s entrance, ready to begin their trips home.

Beside him, Chuuya frees his hand, lifting it to stroke Dazai’s cheek in a tender touch that makes Dazai shudder and hum happily. (26/37)

His eyes closed briefly as he listened to the background music that had slowed down, a gentle composition of string instruments serenading its remaining visitors. (25/37)

Dazai mumbled, “I want to stay a little longer. If I walk now, I fear I’ll twist my ankle in these shoes.”

Dazai nuzzled closer in the embrace until his nose settled on the crook of Chuuya’s neck, eyes drooping tiredly. (24/37)

A man full of life and comfortable like a crackling fire after spring’s rainy season.

Chuuya smiles down at him, and then leans close to nuzzle against Dazai’s curls, resting his chin on top of his head. Dazai blushes.

“You seem tired. You should get some rest now.”

“Not yet…,” (23/37)

Dazai rested his head against Chuuya’s shoulder and sighed in relief at his support.

He had a lot of fun (though his feet would mourn him in the morning), much more than he thought he would when he was invited to attend. He tilts his head, glimpsing at Chuuya through his lashes. (22/37)

They sat silently on a bench, a slight blush on their cheeks as they cooled the droplets on their skin. Dazai was unsure who made the first move, but soon, they were sitting close, one of Chuuya’s hands around his waist. (21/37)

He wasn’t a good dancer, but Chuuya was in his element that night, a true gentleman and chivalrous.

After many hours of dancing and socializing, Chuuya led him to a balcony, away from prying eyes, to rest and relax. (20/37)

Hands were held, their bodies so close that Dazai could see his reflection in Chuuya’s blue orbs. He swore he almost lost himself in them, gripping Chuuya’s shoulders tightly to remain present…or stable. Perhaps a little of both. (19/37)

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They had swayed to music all evening in a suit and gown. Chuuya asked him for a dance, conducted him through a waltz, patient during Dazai’s missteps, and grinned with him when they decided to dance at their rhythm rather than the song’s tempo. (18/37)

Dazai can’t help the giddy giggle that escapes him. He motions for everyone to come closer, patting the soil next to him.

“I guess… I do have a story to share after all,” he sighs dreamily, hands coming to his chest. “It’s just…he was so romantic, I could not resist.” (17/37)

“It was my first kiss, too.”

The bunnies stand on their legs, ears perked high, tails wagging excitedly. Some jump for joy while others drop the weeds in their mouth to gape at the brunette in surprise. Birds tweet and strut around on the limbs, passing the gossip among themselves. (16/37)

I… We…”

He sits up this time, his hands dropping to his lap, where he nervously toys with his fingers. “Chuuya has been on my mind. W-We shared a kiss... at his kingdom’s ball,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers come to his lips to graze them softly. (15/37)

Memories of a grand ball flood his mind, and he instinctively raises his hands to his face, attempting to conceal his bashfulness with a soft groan. “Alright, maybe it’s Chuuya I’m talking about. (14/37)

One finch gives the other a gentle head massage with its beak while the smaller finch closes its eyes, happy to be pampered, and the brunette’s eyes soften. His heart returns him to a night full of laughter, music, and dancing. (13/37)