every single femslash ship in bungou stray dogs is considered a rarepair by the bsd rarepair exchange standards; even the most popular one has less than 200 fics on ao3 using the otp: true filter. so, i thought it might be fun to run a round of this exchange dedicated only to femslash ships! this will include couples and polyships made up of canonically female characters (i.e. no genderbend ships). nonbinary/transfem/etc. headcanons of canonically female characters are allowed.

this exchange will be hosted through ao3 with an optional discord server for participants to join. assuming there is enough interest to run the exchange, the discord server will open at the conclusion of the interest check.

this form will remain open through july 31, 2026

There are some things that can only ever be fantasy. Which is why, under the shadow of the night, Gin dons clothes stolen from her brother’s wardrobe, ties up her hair, and sneaks away to a place where no one knows the truth of who she is.

on gin, louisa, and wishes

ok so. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. well i've been thinking about sirens x mermaids so.

(16+)

oh these are certainly combos!

54 + gincott (ukiyo au)

Every God knows the tale of the Akutagawa siblings. One's sickness and the other's terribly tight grasp on life. The church, as far as Louisa can tell, has never been graced by any but those who wish to tear it down, as they do not believe the elder truly divine but a curse instead, the occasional respectful traveller, or.. Its one priest. They do not remember their brother, nor why they stay so close to the church. Just that it is all they have, and for that, they will rebuild it as many times as they must. It's admirable. Louisa would really like to meet them, speak properly- But it would mean nothing, ultimately. Gin will not live forever, only perish over and over, and Louisa will just have another ache in her heart. So she never strays too close.

32 + lemon futon (yokai au)

as per the results of the interest check, we will be running this exchange on a 10-week creation period. participants will be required to request and offer a minimum of 3 ships. the word count minimum for writers will be 1250 words, and the minimum for artists will be flat colors (monochrome styles allowed).

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“You can join us if you’d like!” Lucy offers. Louisa’s gaze rakes over the two of them. Lucy is practically in Gin’s lap, with her legs thrown over Gin’s lap and their arms wound around her torso. Which is great for them, really—Lucy deserves all of the nice physical affection in the world, especially knowing how she was treated growing up and how rare it was for her to receive any touch that didn’t hurt. But Louisa cannot stomach the thought of sitting there beside them, allowed only to watch and not participate.

love you through an open wound

But Gin leaves flowers on a grave, and they wear grief like a noose around their neck, and when they ask Louisa what brought her to Japan, Louisa lets herself be pulled into a conversation like a fly in a spider’s web. The silk is soft, and Louisa is tired, and— And Gin listens, like no one else would. It’s so easy to drown in them.

or: louisa and gin on wrongness, grief, love, and molding yourself to fit someone else's desires

tachigin + "i really am sorry"

gincott + "wait, please just listen"

smiles so sweetly. here's your order of angst i hope u enjoy <3

“I wish I’d gotten to tell you,” Gin whispers, voice so soft it’s lost even on their own ears in the bitter winter wind. It’s not as if Ryuunosuke could offer a response regardless, and they’re not sure they believe his spirit is still around to listen.

They reach out a hand, fingers numb from the cold, to brush the snow from his gravestone. They trace the characters carved into it, spelling out his name, and beneath it, the birthday he gave himself when their friends in the slums asked. It’s followed by the day he died, the second time, at the hands of Ame-no-gozen.

Gin is grateful they were unaware of his resurrection until after he was already gone again. Losing him once was hard enough; they’re not sure they would have survived it a second time. It’s been three months now, and they still miss him so much they get sick with it. Their apartment is so empty without him, and there’s a vacant space left in the Mafia without him there, and with each new thing that happens in Gin’s life, they find themself turning to tell someone who is no longer there.

After encouragement from Higuchi and Atsushi, they finally started testosterone today.

They never even got a chance to come out to Ryuunosuke.

And they know—he would want them to carry on without him. He wouldn’t want them to stop their growth just to keep themself as the girl he left behind, just to keep themself recognizable to him, just in case there is an afterlife and they’ll get to see each other again someday. But…

This, too, feels like a second death of sorts. The death of the Gin that Ryuunosuke knew.

They’ll bury that girl here next to him, and hope it brings him peace wherever he is. If he’s anywhere at all.

They hope that will be enough comfort—for the both of them.