Magnificent Chuuya
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“I need Chuuya to be my boyfriend.”
“What the hell?!”
“Correction: fake boyfriend.”
Dazai asks Chuuya’s help to be his fake boyfriend to clean up the mess he accidentally created in the past, and Chuuya agrees—only for them to realize they’ve been having a crush on each other for the longest time.
[Soukoku Fluff Week 2022 - Day 5: Fake Dating]
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“What is it?” Chuuya asks straight to business. “I thought the mission is accomplished?”
Dazai chuckles at the way Chuuya calls their silly agreement as mission.
He’s adorable.
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“So you’re planning to hide out here like a coward and not actually do anything to deal with this mess that I have to assume you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“Just because I lie all the time doesn’t necessarily mean it’s my fault I was cursed to tell the truth,” Dazai said indignantly and automatically.
They both sat there while that statement unfurled its full glory before them.
“So you heard that, right?” Yosano said delicately after an excruciating ten seconds had elapsed.
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“Kunikida-kun,” Dazai said patiently, because he’d thought this would be obvious, “If I had any idea who’d cursed me, I’d currently be in the process of relocating all of their skin.”
Kunikida paused for a second, palpably startled, and it reminded Dazai all over again that saying such things to him was...less than ideal. Chuuya wouldn’t have batted an eyelash, but Chuuya was Chuuya, practical in his ferocity, and Kunikida was the kind of person who didn’t even think their enemies deserved anything less than fairness.
Ugh. So fucking reasonable, the bastard that he was. Why did Dazai know so many of them? Why did they always end up being his partner? “Now you sound like Chuuya. ‘Drink some water, Dazai. Eat before you drink, Dazai.’ Ugh, you’re so functional.”
There was curiosity naked in Kunikida’s voice, and Dazai couldn’t help but indulge, even if the words scraped his throat on the way out. He hadn’t been able to talk about Chuuya for a very long time. “Loyal. Surprisingly introspective. ...in his own way, gentle.”
Chuuya, still. Always Chuuya, even if Chuuya didn’t want that.
Chuuya, who must have done something really terrible in a past life, to have Dazai tied to him like this.“Girls are easier to flirt with these days, because they can’t remind me of him.” Oh. He hadn’t quite allowed himself to put that together himself either, but here it was, being pasted helpfully onto his mental bulletin board. Fuck this day, really.
Kunikida, holding himself together on a cement of idealism and tenacity against all of the weight of his terrors, unyielding as a breakwater. Chuuya, compiling a self that shone lighthouse-steady out of all the flash-grenade ingredients of his life.
“Okay,” Dazai said again, and shook his head a little, breaking himself out of the parroting-spiral they’d accidentally created. “...you are strong. I wanted to tell you that, too. You’re strong. Despite me, not because.”
He watched those words strike Akutagawa, watched them burrow in like fishhooks.A brief silence thudded down between them, before Chuuya broke it, with a little dismissive gesture. “That worked out fine, so don’t worry about it.”
Only Chuuya.
Only Chuuya would look at years of pain, some chronic and some acute and all of it unnecessary, and dismiss it as if Dazai hadn’t damaged him body and probably soul in the process of tearing the full terrible truth of his power forth. As if Dazai hadn’t pushed him past his limits again and again, as if Dazai hadn’t disregarded the cost of their success, as if Dazai hadn’t soared wild on the adrenaline arousal of their shared power and dismissed every time it crushed Chuuya to the ground as a necessary sacrifice to it.
Only Chuuya, and that was why Chuuya.Chuuya put the bottle down, lunged for him and grabbed him by the throat. He struggled visibly for words, and then gave up and shook Dazai like a misbehaving kitten instead, with the same absurd strength he’d always had.
He’d go on his knees for Chuuya, he’d look exactly this startled and pleased and good when he did, too. Kunikida, who attacked every new thing in his life with that same consuming need to learn every bit of it - he’d be formidable when he felt he’d found his footing.
Chuuya kissed Kunikida instead, terrible man that he was, and ignored Dazai’s pout with the ease of experience. “I see he’s started already,” he noted, and sat down to cuddle his coffee, instead of Dazai. As if coffee could give him blowjobs. Terrible, terrible man.
Dazai cursed to say the truth, he talks with Kunikida, Ango, Akutagawa and Chuuya. Ch 8 is good E. They are together in triad.
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Chuuya gets hit with an odd ability, causing him to be the luckiest man in the world for 24 hours. In these 24 hours, Chuuya experiences what it’s like to have the scales in his favor for once.
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Chuuya gets ambushed by an overbearing older brother, a grown cat-...man, spends quality time with his family and gets himself a whatever-the-fuck-their-weak-excuse-of-a-relationship-can-be called!Bookmarked by khm_b
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Paul simply nodded in response, choosing to drink more of Chuuya’s wine. No doubt he was thanking the gods that Chuuya seemed to be a in good mood today, at the least good enough for Paul to appreciate his younger brother’s wine for a bit. Of course, Chuuya for a split-second thought the ability wore off but Paul in that moment choked.
“You’re...really that dense? Chuuya. I have been intrigued, or as much as it pains me to admit it out loud, enamoured by you since the day we first met.”
They’re on first name basis now huh. How troublesome. Next thing Chuuya knows is that there’s a Chuuya fan club in the Mafia.
“Chuuya-kun, are you asking if you are to be my successor?”
“Well of course.”Chuuya somehow felt lucky and not lucky at all at the same time. To be surrounded by people who cared for him. Who poked fun at him for crying. Who had his back, no matter what. Who actually thought he was of importance to them, and not just a pawn. Fuck. He may have called it his second home, but it’s the only permanent home he’ll ever have, fate and all that be damned.
“Have I ever told you how overjoyed I would be to die at your hands? It is you who brought me, someone who has long abandoned humanity, back to this world. To rob me of it, I would die a happy man. My only grievance being that you would also rob me from your presence.”
Chuuya took a moment to think back on the events of today. Meeting Natsume-san. Getting to bond with Paul. Dazai. His family and him being acknowledged as the future Port Mafia successor. Dazai, again.
“I guess. But I think I’m pretty lucky in general.” -
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Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
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Chuuya Nakahara, the renowned Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia, the youngest executive in the organization, wasn't all that special. Just ask one of his subordinates, Osamu Dazai.
Sure, he was strong and all, but it wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary. Nakahara’s power certainly wasn’t worthy of the cacophony of praise he received every time he did something mildly notable.
So why did Dazai like Chuuya's 'punishments' so much?
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“That’s right, you are,” Chuuya responds, moving his hands to hold the taller man’s hips in a vice grip as he pounds him as hard and as fast as he possibly can, “You’re just a pretty face and hole for me to stuff my cock in when I want to. I bet you’d love it if you could have my cock in you all the time, wouldn’t you?”
“Y-yes…” Dazai gasps in pure ecstasy, “I want your cock all the time.”Blindfold, denial, E is very good.
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At the end of the day, Dazai knows that he belongs to Chuuya. With each orgasm they shared, each thrust deep into his core and each moan they heard of each other – Dazai knows he is powerless in Chuuya’s skilled hands.
And he also knows that Chuuya knows that too.