Do you have any ideas for vampire!dazai? 👀👀
lmao “do you have any ideas for vampire!dazai” they said. as if i haven’t been waiting for someone to enable me for the longest time LMFAOO thank you thank you🙏🏽
cw/tw: slight noncon (?), violence, death, suggestive
vampire!dazai chasing the reincarnations of his lover through each century, each one of their deaths whittling away at his motivation until he ends up despising his immortality and seeking ways to commit suicide.
vampire!dazai, who lords over the city’s underworld with an iron fist as cold as ice, his indomitable control courtesy of the centuries he’s spent honing his business skills and mastering how to successfully navigate the black market. he’s nothing more than a ghost story to most, a bogeyman whose gruesome, twisted tale is passed from parent to offspring to ensure that no children remain outside after the street lights flicker to life. many have crossed paths with him, yet only a chosen few have ever survived long enough to identify him before drowning in their own blood.
vampire!dazai who clicks his tongue with distaste as he gracefully slips off his black leather gloves, dark eyes condescending as he edges the toe of his shoe away from the pool of blood blooming from beneath the body of his latest—and arguably most unfortunate—victim. as a prominent crime boss, the body slumped before him had once been deemed untouchable by the media. the mere whisper of his name instilled such a deep-rooted terror in the armed police forces that they begrudgingly turned a blind eye to his sins, fearing for the security of their families if they ever dared to speak against him. dazai chuckles to himself. for someone with such a renowned reputation preceding them, his flesh was too easily punctured by dazai’s elongated fingernails, his pulse far too quick and erratic as he struggled to keep up with his supernatural assailant as he flitted through the shadows with a cultivated ease, his blood far too easily accessible as it welled beneath dazai’s touch and spurted from the incision he’d neatly sliced into the man’s carotid artery. disappointing, is all dazai can think as he turns away with a quiet sigh. he’d expected a decent fight or at least to receive a bruise or two; but, in his anticipation, he’d forgotten. just as night revolves into day and the sun yields to the moon, “men of steel” are nothing more than flesh and bone. the only difference is that they’ve mastered the infliction of fear.
vampire!dazai, who only feasts on the blood of unsuspecting women, insisting that their blood is far sweeter and more aromatic than the bitter, tangy taste that men are only able to offer. the idea of hunting for his prey is nearly laughable to him, seeing as how most women are willing to approach him in bars and offer up their bodies for what they believe will be just another one-night stand. he’s coy and silver-tongued as he chats them up, coffee irises enigmatic and captivating as he sidles closer and closer to them, waiting for them to invite him elsewhere. and, without fail, they do, only to wake up in the hospital days later with an IV hooked into their arm and concerned family blubbering about how there was a substantial amount of blood missing from her body when she was found sprawled in bed. but, when she’s questioned about the twin puncture wounds dotting her neck, all she can remember is the fragrance of a man’s cologne right before she lost consciousness.
