femslash-february

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Femslash February Bingo 2025—Type of Prompts

This year I had a light version, a dark version, and a mixed version of my prompt bingo cards. I’ll keep these categories, but I’m wondering if I should add another version: a spicy one with nsfw prompts.

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Femslash February Bingo 2025 — Prompts

This year's prompts (see here) were literally just me going "oh hey what would I like to see more of in femslash works?" and that was that. For next year however...

Note: by "structured" I would mean something like have a set number of AU prompts, a set number of trope prompts, a set number of quote prompts, etc.,

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Femslash February Bingo 2025 — Timeline

This year I was super late with the bingo prompt cards since I literally just slapped it together last minute. For next year I'd like to be a bit more organized about it.

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Femslash February Bingo 2025 — Bingo cards

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Thanks for a wonderful Femslash February Bingo 2024!

Everyone, thank you so much for taking part in my little event and having heaps of fun, I was truly amazed by so many of you participating.

The collection on AO3 for the event has 32 fics for 25 fandoms! What a huge amount of fics!

On this blog I reblogged 36 posts that I tagged with #fanfic, and 13 posts I taged with #fanart! Please check out the entries if you haven't already.

Also, if I happen to not have reblogged your post, I'm sorry and please let me know per chat or ask so I can reblog them now.

I will for sure be running the event again next year! The general structure with having one bingo card with light prompts, dark prompts, mixed prompts each will stay the same, but I'll be putting up some polls soon to determine a few other things.

See you in 2025 latest, and keep shipping femslash in the meanwhile ;)

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Hi! Thank you so much for organising this event and reblogging all of my fills. I enjoyed reading your tags. :D

I really enjoyed this event... Even though I did not manage a full bingo!

I also wanted to thank you for accomadting my delete request that one time. :D :D

I'm super late in answering this but thank you so much for your kind words, I really appreciate them! I can't help myself re: rambling excitedly in the tag so I'm happy you liked them <3

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Femslash February 2024: The Kindness of Women

Read here.

The beginning.

Fandom(s): Hannibal NBC and Hannibal (all media).

Pairing: Alana Bloom/Margot Verger.

Rating: M - mature. Don't like: don't read.

Summary: Late, fluffy! Femslash February starring Alana Bloom and Margot Verger.

Excerpt:

To say Miss Margot Verger was charming was an obvious thing. Of course, Alana knew of her lesbianism and was by far the last person to judge. A red angel, they called Alana. She had a great capacity to love and be loved, she was supposed to put a word to it – it was ‘bisexuality.’ 

But that had seldom crossed her mind, she wasn’t bold and brash like Margot. She had loved Will, of course, Alana had, for all his difficultness and pitfalls. She’d wanted to help Abigail Hobbs as well, whose relationship to her adopted fathers was complicated, to say the least. Abigail was a victim, and Alana a survivor and so it seemed was Miss Margot Verger. 

“Is your brother home?” “No,” Margot responded defensively, slightly recoiling at the mention of her brother. 

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Femslash February 2024: The Cruelty of Women

Read here.

The beginning.

Fandom(s): Vampire: the Masquerade, my original work, The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice and TURN: Washington's Spies.

Pairing: Audrey/Magdalena (my original characters), Lestat de Lioncourt/Audrey (oc) <- mentioned, Benjamin Tallmadge/Audrey (oc) <- implied.

Rating: E - explicit - don't like: don't read.

Summary: Late, dark! Femslash February starring Audrey and Magdalena my original characters.

Excerpt: Her blood was sweet and so was her mouth and… and. Well, she need not detail the Florentine Vampire Prince that far. 

Pulling back from Magdalene’s wrist Audrey purred like a pleased cat, satisfied at least in the hunger department. 

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Angsty SuperCat fanfic to wrap up Femslash February!! ...In March!! It still technically counts. No smut here but some minor descriptions of murder (no lesbians die)

Aaaand that's it for Femslash February 2024!!! I didn't get a bingo or fulfill all the prompts but y'know what? At least I wrote something!!

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Hello.

I'm one of the people (if there's a bunch of people that also did it) that used the dark edition of the bingo (posted in the side blog "spicywhumper").

I want to say that it was quite the fun event, I really appreciate that you did reblog the fills (I've seen event blogs that don reblog actually darker fills). I also appreciated the tags.

It was really cool, thank you for running it! If you do it again next year, I'll make sure I'll participate again.

Hi there!

I’m really happy to hear you liked the event. I sure loved seeing all your entries!

My goal with this event was for it to be a casual, low threshold, fun event that allows any kind of content—people are welcome to mod their own events in the way they want to, but for this I won’t lie, I specifically hoped for some darker entries. There’s not enough dark femslash imo ;)

Thank you so much for reaching out, I really appreciate it! And we’re on for next year for sure :D

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Thread to your wrist

CW: None Apply

Rating: G

A/N: All Roka can hope that Aura will come back to her with Hikone.

Roka stands at the corner of the great Captain’s meeting hall, back pressed against an enormous timber column. Her eyes search the crowd as the discussion gets heated. The orange-haired Shinigami, the one called Kurosaki Ichigo, is shouting. He has an arm wrapped firmly around a woman’s waist. The woman leans into him, face haggard, limpid copper hair hanging down her back. 

The voices blur —

As does her vision —

Her mind is foggy — and all she can focus on is making sure she keeps breathing.

She startles as a cool hand settles on her face.

She turns, her eyes meeting Lady Aura’s. The fullbringer smiles calmly, the knuckles of her hand gently tracing the curve of Roka’s cheek.

“Are you ok?” Aura asks.

Roka nods.

Aura’s smile deepens, and she places her hand on Roka’s back, tracing along her spine before bringing her closer. Roka moves, guided gently into Lady Aura’s personal space until she can lean against the other woman.

She looks up as Hisagi Shuuhei approaches them. The man as a deep, worried frown etched on his face. 

“I will be part of the retrieval team.” He announces.

“I will come with you,” Aura says.

Roka grabs at Lady Aura’s wrist as fear and anxiety start percolating in her. 

“Roka… I have to go. Hikone needs me.” 

“Ms Paramia, I will protect Hikone and Aura,” Hisagi reassures her.

Aura snorts and mutters, “As if.”

Hisagi huffs, “Well, Ms Paramia, the retrieval team will be counting on you as well.”

Roka nods as she watches Hisagi retreat back to the Shinigami’s. The hand is back now, rubbing gentle circles on her shoulder blade. She looks at Aura and catches hold of her wrist. As she ties one of her threads onto Aura’s wrist, she hopes this is the final time Szayelaporro will hurt her.

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Writen for @femslash-february Femslash Feb Bingo. Prompt: "Just trust me"

BINGO!

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Ohhhh boy it's Ally McBeal Yuri time! Triple Drabble written for the "Enemies to Lovers" prompt on Femslash February Bingo!

WARNING: THIS IS EXPLICIT SMUT

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Another smutty drabble done for Femslash Feb 2024 bingo!! Writing fanfic for obscure movies that I only know of because I have a crush on one of the actress's in it is my jam!! For the "Hell" prompt!

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febuwhump 2024: day 28. "no... not like this" + femslash february bingo: dying whump

series: crimson history - war dog // rating: teen and up audiences

cw: implied mother-daughter stepcest, blood, characters death

It’s a trap, the Dog can almost smell itin the air.

It’s a trap, all of them gonna die.

It’s a trap, the Dog can do nothing to stop it from killing them.

But It can try.

The meeting was supposed to be some sort of peace negotiation, covens are often in minor wars against each others. The Dog doesn’t quite understood why Its Master wants peace, her coven has alwy been bloodlust and is currently crawling with trained warriors. Not to count the Dog’s own generation has some of the strongest magicians in centuries (the Dog included).

The coven could win any war it’s involved in the moment.

If the way Jocelyn’s the one making all the arguments and sounding quite passioante about it, the Dog imagines that it’s her idea. She doesn’t seem to like violence as much as most of their peers do. (It doesn’t make her care enough about the violence acted uppon us, does it?)

It hates that the muzzle presses against Its face and means that It isn’t allowed to talk with it on her face.

(It does’t fucking matter! All of you will die! Say Something!) A fellow member of the team frowns at the Dog as he notices Its stance changing. Jocelyn looks back, like she can tell something is happening behind her. She looks at the Dog up and down – it’s weird, her eyes always shine with pity and sadness, with hints of anger (but she still doesn’t do shit to save us). Her eyes are wide open, surprised.

It’s a relief, Jocelyn can tell something is wrong.

But it’s too late.

Every single fellow member of the team falls to their knees, screaming in pain. Blood pours from their mouth, nose, ears and eyes. The Dog thinks it’s also coming out from other holes. It can smell human waste, Killng helps sometimes, which means the Dog does knows how people will loose control of their bladders and bwowels – and considering the noises It can hear, pain doesn’t help them to not soil their clothes.

It’s messy and it’s gross.

The magic isn’t the darkest magic that it ever felt. Master has worst, darker magic in her (magic that she loves to use to hurt us). It takes some level of hold on Its body, dark cold fingers digging into the soft skin of Its organs, trying to pull them apart. Uh, it explains why people are throwing up blood between screams of pain.

The Dog is quite reisstant to apin, long steps and It reaches where Jocelyn is on her knee. She looks a little less worse than the others. With a smoth motion, the Dog picks her up and sprints out. Glad that the enemies think this one spell is enough to take down even the coven’s so estemeed attack dog.

It runs as far as It can, a few hundred of meters, before It kneels and let Jocelyn lay on her back. Jocelyn’s still concious, writhing in pain. She reaches up for Dog’s muzzle.

“No… not like this,” she says, blood staining her teeth and her lips. “Jessica, please.”

Her fingers pull at the muzzle, Jessica hates that she doesn’t know healing enough. (Hates that she can tell there’s nothing anyone can do, the damage was catastrophic enoug.) She unbuckles the muzzle.

“Mom,” she whispers. She can feel it, she can feel how Jocelyn’s more dead than alive. “I- don’t leave me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do this, you can’t leave me alone with her. Don’t leave me, mom, please don’t leave me.”

She leans down, her forehead pressed against herstomach. Mom’s hand is warm on the back of her neck: “I’m sorry, baby girl, I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

The whole situation has felt like a trap since they arrived.

She hates it.

It was easy to grown bitter – you’re the child here,  someone tells her in the future, you’re the victim. You’re allowed to be bitter. Apologzing is fine, she still faild you. Joan has fed her anger, it’s easy to be angry at everything, at everyone.

Angry at an apology.

She hates that voice in the back of her mind that won’t let her forget that Jocelyn shouldn’t need to apologize, shouldn’t have let Joan put her hands on her. She did, now she’s dying and is apologizing.

And Jessica hates that she can’t forgive her, truly forgive her.

She hates that she all she can do is let the dying woman comfort her. (Comfort her like she hasn’t in what feels like a lifetime – it’s a lifetime longer than what Jessica has before Joan sunk her claws into her bones.)

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.

Eels wrong. Jocelyn had been a respected member of the covensince she was old enough to start casting simple spells. A force to be reckoned with once she reached pubety. Expected to be Head Magician – arguably stronger than the actual Head Macgician. She gave birth to the strongest magician of her generation.

Still, I’m sorry are her last words.

(And they do nothing to make things better. Of course they don’t.

Jessica will carry her back to the coven.

Apologies, apologies, Jessica’a still Joan’s broken toy.)

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Summary: Nikki and Gwen go on a tour together.

Prompt: camera

For @fluffbruary and @femslash-february

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So... I'm definitely not calling bingo, but I still wanted to share this little fic I wrote in celebration for @femslash-february! :")

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febuwhump 2024: day 27. left for dead + @femslash-february bingo 2024: "I don't need you anymore"

series: untitled // rating: teen and up audiences

cw: implied grooming, homicide

Doyle thinks her boss is a drama queen, of course he named his left hand, pet assassin, “agent Death”.

She won’t tell her, she’s not that stupid. ‘Her Highness’ (yes, really a drama queen) already frowned at her when Doyle was hesitant about recruiting Fessender. Of course, Her Highness was correct and the girl is a great asset. She has a weakness, that Davidson kid, she gave her a mask and dropped her off in a safehouse after making sure that she’ll be fine.

Yeah, Doyle thought she’s a genius, but not the hardened weapon that the organization needs.

When she enters the room, she’s surprised to see that Her Highness doesn’t have agent Death in here. They might be in a mission. The woman isn’t alone, Fessender is beside her. It’s almost weird to see her wearing something that isn’t dress pants, the nerdiest-looking sweater and a KTJaleco on top. It’s weird to see her not clearly nervous, fidgeting or needing to fidget. She looks… wrong in the uniform field agents wear, straight spine and not looking nervous at all.

Fessender nods at her, circles her and locks the door.

The air smells like trap.

Fuck.

She’s a trained soldier, on top of being a nicely accomplished scientist. She’s a spy, she spent the last decade being a double agent. Doyle can taste a trap in the air the same way a shark smells blood in the water.

‘“Take a sit,” she’s told, and she obeys.

“What is this about?” She tries her best to not sound too defiant, too insolent.

“You served this cause well,” there’s something that looks like genuine pride in her eyes. “However, all things come to an end. Even the servic eof the loyal agents. You see, we’re going in a sew era.”

“So you’re discarting your old attack dogs?” She sonnds too bitter, Doyle knows it’s a dangerous way to talk, dangerous wods to say.

“Your loyalty wavered when I asked you to recruit her,” her head gestures towards Fessender. “Like you thought you needed to see the point in recruiting a scientist like yourself.”

“I’m a trained soldeier first, I’m more hardneed In battle than a white coat.”

“Yet, you’re not my best agent,” Doyle holds back he retort. “The Fessenders have a tradition of giving the world the best warrior, it has been going like this for centuries. It’s no different in this generation.”

“Than why not recruit the boy?”

“Because he belonged to his father, she didn’t .”

“You mean she was a more malliable child, easier to be manipulated,” and she doesn’t seem to minf that they’re talking about her in front of her like this.

“No, I mean her loyalty had nowhere to go. I mean she didn’t have a reason to fight. I gave her that.”

“Thanks to me. You can’t trhow me away like that.”

“Doyle, I absolutely can. And I will,” she smirks. Her hand reaches forFessender, landing on the back of her neck. “Your insolence almost costed me my best agent.”

“She’s a sicentis, not a agent.”

“With a reputation you should fear,” Fessender circled her, stopping behind her, she hated it.

“Of being a traitor?” She tried toget up, Fessender hands are qute strong on her shoulder and keeps her seated with no effort. “Unhand me!”

“I considered giving you a lesson, leaving you traumatized so you wouldn’t talk to anyone about the secrets you have,” Doyle flinches when Fessender moves her hands down her arms and grips her wrists, pulls them back and she’s cuffed before she can react. “But maybe you should get a closer encounter with Death.”

She swears she can hear the capitaliation.

Hands grab her shoulder and the next thing she knows, she’s on the ground. Looking up like this, Fessender does look much more intimidating than she has ever expected. Her knowledge is scary, her designs for weapons can be terrifying, but physically? All Doyle saw was a awkward young woman that looked straight out of a pathetic sci-fi book about socially innept scientits.

“I’m aware may agentts find “agent Death” a dramatic thing,” Her Highness says as Fessender drops to a knee on Doyle’s chest, heavy and suffocating. “It’s a neat coincident. All my elite agents are refered by their initials. D. E. F. simply can sound like a word, and someone heard ‘death’. It stuck. Funny how you didn’t notice, since I did send you to recruit her. But anyhow, I don’t need you anymrore. Our glory days are over.”

The first punch breaks her jaw. So, so easily.

She guesses that neri little sweaters and nervous attittude hides a killing machine better than anything.

Should have been obviuos, shouldn’t it?

It doesn’t matter when the woman on top of her punches her again and again, like she’s trying to punch her brain out of her skull.

She’s just consicous enough, bu the end, to see the pair leaving.

To understand she’s been left to die here.

How stupid it was? She seduced Fasbender more than she recruited her. Even as the young woman started a relationship with the girl she said she has lawys been in love with.

It’s weird to think about it, about how shyawkward Diana had spend days and nights with her. Sahred a bed, and secrets, and was a weak, fragile woman. Just to hide this under it all.

A wolf in sheep’s skin.

That was supposed to be Doyle. The older one, the manipulative one, the “she’s a psycho” oen.

She lost it, whatever game they were playing, did she ever stood a chance?

She thinks she didn’t. And the wolf ate its prey.