I love writing and I have a lot of free time, so I’m opening fic commissions! If you’re in the BSD fandom you probably know me for angst, but rest assured and I can fluff and other stuff too! You can find my writing here.
Prices
$10 per 1000 words
+ $5 for smut
+ $5 for every 1K after 1,000 words (eg 2,000 words is $15)
Conditions
Primary fandoms: Bungou Stray Dogs and Haikyuu. I’ve written for the Marvel movies, X-Men, Tokyo Ghoul, and Psycho-Pass before as well.
Ships: Almost any Chuuya ship for BSD + ask me about other ships, pretty much any ship for Haikyuu
WILL NOT WRITE: non-con, a/b/o, mpreg
Let me know if you want the fic private or don’t mind it publicly posted
Payment: half up front, half upon completion (once the second payment is sent I will send the fic and/or post it); payment is via paypal
You won’t be charged extra if I write more than the agreed-upon word count!
If you’re interested, send me an ask or DM me and let’s talk!
Blood dripped down the crumbling cliff edge as small rocks and dirt fell to the waiting waters that quietly turned, accepting all that fell into its wakes.
Tightening his hold around Dazai’s wrist, Chuuya struggled to keep the pain stemming from the deep gash in his side from overriding his senses.
Their situation was definitely less than ideal. The only thing that kept Dazai from plummeting down into the stormy sea was Chuuya’s death-like grip on the slender wrist while the redhead lay down on his stomach, too weak and lightheaded from the blood loss to drag his former partner back up to safety.
“Chuuya-“
“Whatever it is you have to say, I don’t want to hear it,” the executive retorted, knowing all to well that the brunet was going to suggest letting go.
“But Chuuya.”
Amber eyes gazed upon him with a tender fondness.
“You’ll die.”
“Neither of us are going to die Dazai,” he responded while squeezing the brunet’s wrist tighter.
“Not like this.”
Watching scarlet blood strain the brown dirt, Dazai peered back up at the executive’s face.
Chuuya’s emotions always showed so vividly through his eyes, his words, his actions. Nothing he did could ever truly conceal them like Dazai did.
Pain and panic marred the beautiful features as a stray curl of auburn landed right between his sapphire eyes.
“Dazai don’t you dare let go. You hear me? Don’t you dare-“
A sharp, sudden pain caused Chuuya’s vice like grip to slip into the brunet’s hand.
Gloved fingers, stained with the blood of their enemies, tightened around his palm as if to desperately relay a single message.
Don’t let go.
Don’t let go.
Don’t go.
Dazai’s soft voice reached his ears once more.
“Chuuya-“
“No.”
The executive instantly shut him down.
“I don’t want to hear it. Don’t say it. We’ll get out of this.”
Pale blue eyes flickered with pain and helplessness.
“We’ll get out of this.”
“Chuuya, listen to me.”
The executive shook his head, refusing to hear to another word the brunet had to say.
“If you don’t let go, I will.”
Eyes rivaling the blue of the sky flew open.
“What.”
Dazai merely smiled at the other’s panicked face, ignoring the tight squeeze around his hand.
“Ahh to think I’d have to see Chuuya’s face as the last thing before I die. What a tragedy.”
Attempting to pull the brunet higher towards him, Chuuya drew his arm up, only to stop halfway through his efforts struggling to breathe.
“Then don’t die Dazai,” he barked out in a sharp voice.
His eyes crinkled into a small smile as Dazai loosened Chuuya’s grip on his hand.
“Sorry chibi.”
The redhead’s voice echoed through the air.
“DAZAI DON’T!”
The pale, bandaged hand slipped out from between his fingers as Dazai let go.
Looking for his partner, Chuuya walked deeper into the apartment they shared.
“Dazai why are all the lights off.”
A slight breeze nipped at his ankles, and Chuuya turned towards the open window.
The redhead tilted his head, squinting to get a better look beyond the fluttering curtain.
“…Dazai?”
Panic shot through his system with adrenaline taking over his common sense as his eyes focused on the brunet dangling a single foot above the balcony with every intention of slipping past the boundary that separated him from death’s embrace.
Chuuya felt his body react before he could register what was happening.
“Osamu!”
A flurry of limbs. The rustling of the curtain. The brightness of the moon.
“Chuuya…?”
“Dazai-“
Chuuya’s strained voice greeted his ears. “Dazai grab onto the ledge over there. Hurry!”
The brunet gazed up at his partner’s face, unable to believe his eyes.
“Chuuya….Why are you here.”
Struggling against the heavy weight against his arm, Chuuya spat out his irritation.
“Never mind that and just hold on!”
Amber eyes continued to stare at sapphire eyes and the auburn hair that glowed faintly under the silver moonlight.
“Chuuya…”
“WHAT?”
“Why?”
Cerulean clashed against hazelnut with a quiet fire stirring deep within those stormy eyes.
“Why what Dazai,” the redhead huffed. “Hurry up, and grab onto the empty ledge over there!”
The brunet’s voice was unusually tender and full of awe unlike his normally sharp and bitting tone he used when commanding his subordinates and Chuuya on the battlefield.
“Why are you crying?”
Startled, Chuuya brought a free hand up to his face only to feel the wetness against his cheeks as tears fell down onto his partner’s face.
He sharply inhaled.
“I-“
And shut his eyes.
A confused, quiet voice whispered out into the dead of the night.
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