#mitchcott

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

Sometimes, though, Margaret thinks she hears someone. They’ll call for her, and it’ll echo in her ears like a broken radio.

“Miss Mitchell,” the voice would say. “Please, wake up.”

Margaret never knows what to make of the odd plea. She can only hope that one day, with enough willpower, she’ll meet the person behind this lovely melody.

or, when margaret is comatose, her dreams flood with memories of louisa

🪶 [T] 3k || mitchcott

Lucy can't quite say why they go back to the airport. Or, well, calling it an airport is a compliment, really. It's in ruins now. Planes have been ripped apart, their windows shattered, the glass of the massive airport panes scattered across the ground. It reeks of death. There’s no corpses, only blood scattered around, but if she closes her eyes for even a second she can imagine all of them there. It makes her stomach churn to wonder, but she can’t help thinking to herself– If there were bodies here, would one of them be Atsushi? Ango? Another member of the agency? - on lucy, louisa, & margaret and what happens after the end of the world

written for @bsd-rarepair-week-2024, 4284 words, montcottmitch, lucy-centric, post apocalyptic horror kinda

aka: after the end of the world, lucy, louisa, margaret & kyouka have to keep going

“You’ve read so many things,” Margaret continues ignoring her apology, “but have you ever written anything yourself?” Louisa pauses. She thinks back to the thousands of discarded ideas littering the drawers of her childhood bedroom, all the notebooks filled with stories that never went anywhere. She has journals with plot bunnies noted down and then immediately forgotten. She has snippets of poetry and prose that she doesn’t like to think about. She’s tried to start a diary about a hundred different times throughout her life, only to give up after a week. “It’s not anything anyone would really be interested in,” she explains with a nervous laugh. “Especially now, I don’t think they would be a very fun read for you. I tell you most of what I write to my family about anyway.” Margaret hums. She shifts, lying back and letting her eyes fall shut. “Still, I think I would like to hear you read some of your own writing sometime. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. It would be enough for the words to be yours.”

on louisa, rekindled friendships, the power of the written word, and falling in love

tfw you only ever see the pretty lady from next door when you’re carrying your weight in fabric and are abt to fall over

Interesting, let’s go for it~

Mitchell and Alcott didn’t seem to like each other much at first, but over time they get closer. They end up enjoying each other’s company a lot.

Mitchell holds Alcott’s hand whenever they’re up high because Alcott is terrified of it. She appreciates it, too

Alcott sometimes gives Mitchell extra money she makes, even if Mitchell insists she doesn’t. She just wants to help her.

Mitchell always knows when Alcott is sick and makes her eat soup and rest so she’ll actually get better.