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Entry tags:
Immersion
Title: Immersion
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): onesided Dazai/Akutagawa
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Word Count: 540
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya wants to know what Dazai's writing, and if it's embarrassing.
Notes: Have you ever tried to write self-insert slash fanfic in the style of No Longer Human, because I did for two seconds. I couldn't do it. Maybe someone else can.
There are some lines you just don’t cross.
Some of these lines vary from person to person. Chuuya, for example, knows that the line no one dares cross with him is bringing up his children. Call him a drunk slug all you want, fine, but if you drag his sons, barely even toddlers, into your quarrel with him, not only will no god known to man save you from Chuuya’s wrath, but no other author will take pity on you. You brought it upon yourself.
Then there are the lines they have just by all being writers and understanding each other that way. They’re almost as serious, in their own way.
Don’t interrupt someone when they’re writing and have just gotten into a groove. Don’t let coffee, tea, or any other staining substance come anywhere near anyone else’s manuscript, lest it spill. And whatever you do - don’t read an unpublished piece of writing without the author’s permission.
So when Chuuya casually asks, “Oi, peach blossom bastard, what are you writing?” and Dazai clutches his notebook to his chest protectively, Chuuya’s a little offended.
“I’m not gonna look at it without asking, tch,” he says. “It’s a first draft, so I know it’s shitty. It’s the same way for poets.”
“Oh,” says Dazai, weakly. He doesn’t lower his notebook at all.
“I just want to know what it is,” Chuuya says. “You can tell me that much, right?”
“It’s… it’s a story.” Dazai seems unusually reticent today, but at least he sets the notebook back down on his desk.
When no further explanation comes, Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I figured you weren’t writing a car manual. What’s it a story about, huh?”
Dazai clears his throat a few times. “It’s a second person exploration of the use of immersion and kairosis in a romance, intertextual with Akutagawa-sensei’s body of work.”
That might have sounded incomprehensible to a non-writer, but Chuuya has been writing since elementary school, and everything in that sentence adds together to mean: “So you’re writing Akutagawa slash reader fanfic.”
Dazai doesn’t answer, which is Dazai-speak for ‘You’re right but I don’t like it so I’m not acknowledging you at all.’ He cringes when Chuuya bursts into wild, unrestrained laughter.
Once Chuuya catches his breath, he says, “You’ve gotta let me edit this for you. Is it gushy? Do you stare into his eyes like aquamarine orbs as he tells you you’re the best writer he’s ever met-”
“I’ve never called eyes ‘orbs’ in my life and I never will,” says Dazai, offended. “...The other part might possibly, maybe be in there...”
That just gets Chuuya to laugh again.
Dazai sulks. “Why would I ever let you look at this? It isn’t meant for other human eyes.”
“Oh, come on, everything needs an editor or it’ll turn out like crap, even your self-indulgent fanboy fantasies. Unless…” Chuuya’s eyes gleam. “Akutagawa would know more about the subject than me, so maybe I should ask him to edit it for you, hm~?”
Dazai yelps and quickly shakes his head.
“You suuuure?” Chuuya asks, grinning. “I don’t mind.”
“I-I’ll let you edit it when I’m done with the first draft,” says Dazai, “so please don’t tell him about this…!”
All too easy.
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Chuuya, Dazai
Pairing(s): onesided Dazai/Akutagawa
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Word Count: 540
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Chuuya wants to know what Dazai's writing, and if it's embarrassing.
Notes: Have you ever tried to write self-insert slash fanfic in the style of No Longer Human, because I did for two seconds. I couldn't do it. Maybe someone else can.
There are some lines you just don’t cross.
Some of these lines vary from person to person. Chuuya, for example, knows that the line no one dares cross with him is bringing up his children. Call him a drunk slug all you want, fine, but if you drag his sons, barely even toddlers, into your quarrel with him, not only will no god known to man save you from Chuuya’s wrath, but no other author will take pity on you. You brought it upon yourself.
Then there are the lines they have just by all being writers and understanding each other that way. They’re almost as serious, in their own way.
Don’t interrupt someone when they’re writing and have just gotten into a groove. Don’t let coffee, tea, or any other staining substance come anywhere near anyone else’s manuscript, lest it spill. And whatever you do - don’t read an unpublished piece of writing without the author’s permission.
So when Chuuya casually asks, “Oi, peach blossom bastard, what are you writing?” and Dazai clutches his notebook to his chest protectively, Chuuya’s a little offended.
“I’m not gonna look at it without asking, tch,” he says. “It’s a first draft, so I know it’s shitty. It’s the same way for poets.”
“Oh,” says Dazai, weakly. He doesn’t lower his notebook at all.
“I just want to know what it is,” Chuuya says. “You can tell me that much, right?”
“It’s… it’s a story.” Dazai seems unusually reticent today, but at least he sets the notebook back down on his desk.
When no further explanation comes, Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I figured you weren’t writing a car manual. What’s it a story about, huh?”
Dazai clears his throat a few times. “It’s a second person exploration of the use of immersion and kairosis in a romance, intertextual with Akutagawa-sensei’s body of work.”
That might have sounded incomprehensible to a non-writer, but Chuuya has been writing since elementary school, and everything in that sentence adds together to mean: “So you’re writing Akutagawa slash reader fanfic.”
Dazai doesn’t answer, which is Dazai-speak for ‘You’re right but I don’t like it so I’m not acknowledging you at all.’ He cringes when Chuuya bursts into wild, unrestrained laughter.
Once Chuuya catches his breath, he says, “You’ve gotta let me edit this for you. Is it gushy? Do you stare into his eyes like aquamarine orbs as he tells you you’re the best writer he’s ever met-”
“I’ve never called eyes ‘orbs’ in my life and I never will,” says Dazai, offended. “...The other part might possibly, maybe be in there...”
That just gets Chuuya to laugh again.
Dazai sulks. “Why would I ever let you look at this? It isn’t meant for other human eyes.”
“Oh, come on, everything needs an editor or it’ll turn out like crap, even your self-indulgent fanboy fantasies. Unless…” Chuuya’s eyes gleam. “Akutagawa would know more about the subject than me, so maybe I should ask him to edit it for you, hm~?”
Dazai yelps and quickly shakes his head.
“You suuuure?” Chuuya asks, grinning. “I don’t mind.”
“I-I’ll let you edit it when I’m done with the first draft,” says Dazai, “so please don’t tell him about this…!”
All too easy.