Story Title: different doors to better days
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40701924
Summary: After seven lifetimes—artificial years spent unlearning his defenses—with his anxiety so far removed from him, it feels like an anchor pinning Dazai down at the chest, now. Here in his own life once again. He doesn’t even pretend to work, throwing himself on the couch and focusing his attention on regulating his breathing. Working up plans and contingencies and playing through all the hypothetical conversations he’s going to have to have. With Chuuya.
Warnings: tagged by chapter (brief conversations about depression and canon-typical suicidal behavior)
Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara
Pairings: Dazai Osamu/Chuuya Nakahara
When I Started: Jun 21, 2020
How I Lost My Shit: This whole thing started as an excuse to write bite-sized AUs I'd likely never write as stand alone fics, and I ran out of steam before I figured out what story I was actually telling.
How I Finished My Shit: It's funny how compelling a deadline and the promise of art are to getting one's shit done.
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40701924
Summary: After seven lifetimes—artificial years spent unlearning his defenses—with his anxiety so far removed from him, it feels like an anchor pinning Dazai down at the chest, now. Here in his own life once again. He doesn’t even pretend to work, throwing himself on the couch and focusing his attention on regulating his breathing. Working up plans and contingencies and playing through all the hypothetical conversations he’s going to have to have. With Chuuya.
Warnings: tagged by chapter (brief conversations about depression and canon-typical suicidal behavior)
Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara
Pairings: Dazai Osamu/Chuuya Nakahara
When I Started: Jun 21, 2020
How I Lost My Shit: This whole thing started as an excuse to write bite-sized AUs I'd likely never write as stand alone fics, and I ran out of steam before I figured out what story I was actually telling.
How I Finished My Shit: It's funny how compelling a deadline and the promise of art are to getting one's shit done.
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