#spn femslash february

[wombpala]

femchesters (is that what it's called??) thoughts: Dean trying to pass on the gendered rituals teaching Sam how to do make up and unbuttoning her top 2 buttons bc ur sooo pretty you'd get soooooo many guys if you didn't dress like a nun and Sam is furiously buttoning them back up like 'I actually have self respect thx 😑' and Dean is like what's that supposed to mean and then they have a scream fight. teen girl Sam with braces and a tartan skirt trying to fit in with the popular girls but she can't walk in heels and her clothes don't fit and God everyone must see right through her. and dean is absolutely one of those girls who's like yeah I'm friends with guys bc it's less drama. Insert Cool Girl monologue. She is also the quippiest flirtiest devil-may-care showgirl. never let them see you sweat, always objectify yourself before anyone else can.

[roublardise]

HAPPY FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 🎉

here's my little reclist :)

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In the Wake of the Winchesters - iamfoxfire / @supersapphical Cassie/Jess | 22k | 5/7

After her mother's passing, Cassie's grief drove her away from her hometown. Now she moves around the US, visiting any town that might have a story and publishing articles about her travels. Out in California, she hears rumors about a potential haunting but when she goes to investigate, she meets a ghost completely unlike the murderous spirits she's tangled with in the past. This ghost isn't deliberately violent but she is increasingly desperate in her attempts to be heard. Cassie realizes she is in a unique position to try to help this spirit over to the other side except that the more time they spend together, the more the strange connection between them grows.

-> the ghost sex really haunts me, and the description making the house so alive still inspire me to this day

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neatly-labelled leftovers - gayliens Mary/Jody | 3.1k

Mary hates Jody, she realises faintly, as she opens the fridge to a Tupperware stack of neatly-labelled leftovers. Green bean casserole, turkey chilli, maple-glazed pork chops. All homemade, probably. Jody has two kids of her own and Mary’s own kids to boot, a steady job and a good hunting gig and time to mash her own potatoes by hand. All Mary has to show for twenty-nine years is an aborted life of choosing hunting and home at the wrong times for the wrong reasons, a wedding ring she hurled into the woods two weeks after being resurrected, and a decent pussy-eating technique. None of this, technically, is Jody’s fault. But god, Mary hates her for it. or, mary stays with jody after asa's funeral. things get a little complicated

-> stunning writing !!! !! !!!!!!

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Fil Rose - @limbel Jo Harvelle | 1.3k

Pink was the color of the minidress that clung tight and glittery and oppressive to the smooth-plastic body of the Barbie that came out of the package, curly red ribbons and giftwrap now laying all scrunched next to Jo’s toes. Four stills from Jo's life, connected by a thread

-> jo gender thoughts in beautiful poetic prose

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Roadhouse Girl - Jo Daily universe - thereweresunflowers / @mrcowboydeanwinchester serie of 3 works. Jo Harvelle, Jo/Cassie | 42.9k total

Works inspired by Jo's Blog and set within the universe of my Jo manifesto fic Jo Daily - usually pre-season, in the Roadhouse.

-> and basically anything by Ola, half of which is in my to-read list already.. an icon

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Wolf Like Me - schmevil Bela/Meg | 4k

Meg takes Bela of the rack.

-> such an interesting exploration of Hell and being a demon

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caution blocks you from the wind - @captainangua Mary/Rowena | 3.5k

Rowena invites Mary out for drinks

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Target Practice - Petrichora_Vellichor / @petrichoravellichor Mary/Rowena | 2k

Mary and Rowena share a moment on the bunker's shooting range.

-> both of these are Mary/Rowena thesises to me :)

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AND if I may.... here's my own Mary fic 💕

amidst ashes and feathers - anarchistamara Mary/Amara | 6.7k

"It's a matter of days until she crosses paths with another hunter. And she might not be recognized, but what could she say if they asked her name? Or where she learned to be that good? She can't be Winchester. She can't be Campbell either. She's not sure she can even be Mary." - Mary is brought back from the dead by Amara (again). This time, she doesn't want to do the same mistakes. This time, she wants to be herself. Whoever the hell that may be.

[woundlingus]

The Heat Of Magic

Rating; Explicit

Fandom; Supernatural

Relationship; Kali/Rowena

Additional Tags; Past Gabriel/Kali, Sex Magic, Tribbing, Orgasm Denial, Magic, Cunnilingus

Summary; Left behind in the bunker while the Winchesters chase after the leads Rowena had given them on where they could find Gabriel, Rowena pulls the string to the one lead that she just can’t seem to crack. She knows there’s Gabriel DNA on the other end of it, but the being she summons is far from a broken down and weakened archangel.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Shout out to Lilith for destroying the Colt 2.0!!! Lilith 🤝 Dagon: destroying the ridiculous OP gun that the boys got gifted. And then the handshake turns into making out.

[nursinggeek]

Title: Warmth Enough to Share Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Charlie Bradbury/Jo Harvelle Rating: G Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings Apply, past canon character death Summary: Watching Sam and Eileen set up their nursery back on earth gives Charlie and Jo ideas.

[roublardise]

alternatively: the fic where dean thinks mary's trying to say she's okay with gay people but she's actually trying to tell him she's a lesbian

did mary actually ask dean about any romantic partners or did she just clock him and cas from day 1 and thought it best to let them figure it out themselves

[spntoxicfemslashevent]

about the event:

have you ever wanted to write about mary kidnapping anna? naomi getting a little too into placing hannah under her drill? raphael stalking the prophet's strange, excitable girlfriend? then this is the event for you!

supernatural contains many terrible women, and yet few works exist where those women are not only having sex with each other, but are having insane, psychosexual, radioactive sex. this is a gap we want to fill. we'll be posting prompts, potential relationship pairings, and possible formats for your works -- take that inspiration, follow it as broadly or as closely as you want, and show us what you made!

rules:

NEW THIS YEAR (2025): this is less of a rule than a request, but it would be super cool if you would indicate in your piece whether or not you are cool with the piece being remixed or serving as inspiration for another piece - we are explicitly inviting remixes this year, and an already existing pool of remixable works would ideally serve as a possible jumping off point for shyer participants.

remember: you're not required to follow every prompt or even the week theme

18+ -- this event deals with mature topics and themes, please only participate if you're over 18

no underage smut

obviously given this is a toxic femslash event, elements of misogyny or homophobia or etc that exist in our society will come up and perhaps even permeate the characters and the work itself. however, don't be a bigot. we reserve the right not to boost your work if it's racist or something

warnings are your friend -- please make sure to tag your works + add disclaimers, so those who want to avoid it can, and those who want to find it also can ;)

ship tags -- we'll be doing those in alphabetical order. for instance, if you're shipping jo harvelle and charlie bradbury, we will tag it "charlie bradbury/jo harvelle" for blog organization, even if jocharlie is the more popular name

we're tracking #spntoxicfemslash, please @ us in your posts as well so we can reblog!

posting schedule:

throughout january, we'll be posting prompts + potential relationship pairings. feel free to take inspiration from the prompt, the pairing, both, or neither! if you wrote toxic femslash, we want to see it

starting february, we will have daily general prompts, along with a potential relationship pairing, story type (such as au or 5+1), and format (like mixed media or round robin). just like january, feel free to take inspiration from parts of what we post, all, or none! send your stuff in early or late -- our goal is to increase the amount of toxic spn femslash in the world by any means necessary

[submission guidelines] [this year's prompts and ao3 collection] [old prompt lists and ao3 collections]

[spnfemslashbang]

Announcing the Supernatural Femslash Reverse Bang!

Hello, SPN fandom! We are pleased to announce the 2024 Supernatural Femslash Reverse Bang!

Per the results of last summer's poll, this year the artists will go first and create pieces of art to inspire writers to create a story.

Artists will be able to submit between one and three unique art pieces centering on the lovely ladies of SPN. Writers will then write a story of at least 3,000 words for the art piece they claim.

Signups will open on February 4. Artist signups will remain open until March 17. Writer signups will remain open until May 3. Claims will take place on May 11.

The full rules and schedule are linked below. Please make sure to read the rules, as there are a few changes from previous rounds to help make this Bang run smoothly.

If you have any questions, please feel free to send a message here on Tumblr or on Discord, or email us at spnfemslashbang [at] gmail [dot] com.

Hope to see everyone in February!

RULES | SCHEDULE

[waywardmills]

This challenge was made to celebrate the amazing women of Supernatural in the month of July! I made a list of 31 prompts that you can take for your inspiration and create drawings, fanfiction, digital graphics, or any form of art you fancy!

Guidelines:

Use the #SPNWomenChallenge tag so we can find your creations!

There’s a prompt for every day, but this doesn’t mean you have to create 31 pieces. If you’re inspired by only one prompt, that’s fine!

If you’re a few days late with a prompt fill, don’t worry! We want to see your art anyway! 

The month is over, but there’re some prompts you didn’t get around filling? Keep on creating and don’t forget to use the hashtag!

Found the challenge in the middle of July? You can still join in!

The prompt list doesn’t say “female” in every line, but character/villain/etc. still means female character/female villain/etc.

Ships are welcome as long as you tag them. F/F (or F/F/F+) ships are preferred. M/F ships aren’t forbidden, but don’t forget that this is a challenge to celebrate women!

Posting starts on the 1st of July. I’m posting this ahead to give you time for convincing your muses to cooperate.

Have fun!

The prompt list is under the cut:

Get this party started!

Summer Time

Love is Love is Love is Love

Women of Color

Alone Together

Wayward

Death Herself

Cinnamon Roll

The Most Underappreciated

Picnic

Zodiac

Queen of Hell

Ice Cream

Favorite Relationship

Disobedience

Favorite Villian

Goddess

Lyrics Inspired

Favorite Angel

Pride

Black Queens 

In Bloom

Favorite Demon

Papaya Whip

Women Who Lead

Favorite Headcanon

Venus

Don’t Call Me Angel

Friendship

Favorite Female Character

Free Space 

[sealionsam]

a very supernatural femslash february (2/29)

death!billie x queen of hell rowena 

for @ellekess & @petrichoravellichor

[roublardise]

Sapphicnaturalreads - challenge list 🔥

after reading shorter fics from everyone's recs on week one, i'm digging into my actual challenge for this month!

i want to read longer fics, and explore other works from authors i love who've done so much for the sapphicnatural fic game. which comes down to reading the sapphicnatural fics which have been on my marked for later for an embarrassing amount of time 🧍‍♂️

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THE TOP THREE: mandatory reading

I'll Sing a Hymn to Mary - 34k (thereweresunflowers) i kept wondering WHY on earth i was interrupted in my reading of that one bc literally. spnwin Mary my beloved? beautiful Ola writing? impeccable set up? after investigating, it was posted in late 2023 so just in time for *gestures to the state of my life then* 👍 . i've rereread chapter 1 yesterday and i'm so happy to say my brain is working again and i'm gonna eat it upppp

The Bride of Melusine - 19k (iamfoxfire) MORE lesbian mary & dean !!!!!!

Growing a New Half Soul - 17k (HeddersTheOwl) very excited for Cawis' sapphicnatural i've done a binge of Cawis' destiel some time ago and now it's time to dig into the women!!!

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other works to feed me, ordered by word count:

The Voice In My Earpiece Thinks You're An Idiot - 22k (HeddersTheOwl) Bela/Jo

Watching Over Me - 10k (bitterred) Anna/Mary

Revenge for Dummies - 10k (thereweresunflowers) Jo/Meg

Faith Undone - 9k (iamfoxfire) Anna/Layla

Porchlight - 7k (cadignan) Bela/Jo

on sunshine - 7k (thereweresunflowers) Charlie/Donna

Saint of the Smallest Sun - 6k (HeddersTheOwl) Ambriel/Becky

happy reading everyone 📖🥰

[nickelkeep]

Salt and Burn

Read on AO3

“Tell me again why we took this hunt?” Jody looked over to Donna who had just dumped the remains of her bottle of water over her head. “That’s not fair.”

“What? I’m hot.” She gestured for the shovel. “My turn Sunshine.” She started shoveling dirt back into the grave they had dug up that night. “Funny how we’d be arresting people for doing this.”

Jody leaned against Donna’s truck and grabbed her own bottle of water. “Well, yeah. I haven’t actually arrested anyone for it. Have you?”

“Desecrating a grave? No ma’am.” She stopped and giggled. “Had to chase plenty of teenagers off of the grounds or out of mausoleums though.”

“Why?” She watched Donna wag her eyebrows suggestively. “Seriously? Depraved childhoods, I’m telling you.”

“Aww, Jody, ya mean I can’t take ya into one of these mausoleums when were done and take ya? Damn.”

“I’m not sure if you’re tired or if you’re insane.”

“Could be possessed, dontcha know.”

Jody shook her head. “Nope. I was there when we got the tattoos.”

“Well, then if I tell you I have my second wind, I guess you know the answer.” Donna chuckled and went back to shoveling. The pile of grave dirt was more than halfway back in the scorched grave, and the ladies had three hours before sunrise. They settled into a comfortable silence, Jody sipping at her water and resting, and Donna finishing off the pile of dirt.

After a few minutes, Jody pulled out her cellphone and snapped a picture of Donna. The flash startled Donna, and after calming her nerves she shot a glare at Jody. “Dontcha know the NSA can see those?”

“Nope. This is the phone I had Charlie work on. And even if they could,” Jody turned the phone around, “all they would see is a picture of my gorgeous girlfriend with a shovel. Moving dirt. In the Dark. Not suspicious at all.” Jody swiped a few times and texted the picture and a quick update to Sam. “Alright. Let the boys know the job is done.”

“Jody. Don’t tell me ya sent that picture.” Donna groaned when she saw Jody’s mischievous smile. “Ugh. Then guess who can finish filling this hole.” She walked over to Jody and thrust the shovel into her hands and grabbed the bottle of water from off the truck.

“Worth it.” She kissed Donna on the cheek before she went to take her turn shoveling the dirt back into the grave.

[punch-the-devil-in-the-face]

Femslash February | Day 5: Favorite ship with an antagonist(s)

Dagon x Kelly Kline

[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

Missed You

Femslash February: A month of femslash drabbles

Day 7: Flowers | Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves

Claire is fifty when it happens. Wrinkles accent her face, aging scars paint her body; she's cut her greying hair short. She's died and come back a few times already, as any hunter has, but there's a note of finality to this one when the vampire rips out her throat, like the universe has run out of second chances for her.

But she doesn't remember any of this. She only remembers her family, Jody and Donna, who retired to Jody’s cabin outside of Sioux Falls, and Alex, a successful doctor at a fancy hospital in Minneapolis.

Claire opens her eyes and is surrounded by purple flowers. She stands in a field of them that extends as far as her eye can see. It reminds her, almost, of her favorite scene in The Wizard of Oz, except with violets instead of poppies. They blow in a gentle breeze, the petals soft under her bare feet.

When she reaches down to touch them, she notices her hands. They are free of scars and age spots, as if they were twenty years old again. In fact, she feels newer, younger.

“It was about time,” a familiar voice says from behind her.

Claire turns around to face the person she is sure the voice belongs to.

Kaia stands before her, looking the same as Claire remembers her, when she jumped in front of the spear meant to hit Claire. Only, there's a soft glow around her now, a floating lightness.

“Kaia.”

The name, a soft breath, falls from her lips. She reaches out to the ethereal figure, not quite sure if what she sees is real.

Kaia takes the outstretched hand in hers and pulls Claire close.

[hanneswrites]

four in the morning

Title: four in the morning

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Bela Talbot/Jo Harvelle

Rating: G

Word Count: 759

Summary: Photos of a high-profile diplomats in secret meetings, itineraries stolen from the desks of presidential assistants, and a disc full of international relations meeting recordings all tucked away right next to a basket of their dirty clothes. Tomorrow, there would be plenty of time to take the them to her client, but tonight? Tonight Bela’s staying in.

Written for @spnfluffbingo and SPN Femslash February.

Square filled: Spy AU Day 7 of SPN Femslash February: Flowers

There are flowers on the stand by the doorway when Bela gets back from the airport. It’s 3 in the morning here, and there’s mail piled on the kitchen table, a soft buzz of electronic laughter coming from the living room, and a covered pot on the stove housing what Bela suspects to be spaghetti. She smiles, and there’s a warm feeling working it’s way though her gut as she moves to the laundry room. The clothes from her suitcase make their way into the washer and the crisp manilla folder hidden away in her blazer is locked behind the hidden panel at the side of their dryer. Photos of a high-profile diplomats in secret meetings, itineraries stolen from the desks of presidential assistants, and a disc full of international relations meeting recordings all tucked away right next to a basket of their dirty clothes. Tomorrow, there would be plenty of time to take the them to her client, but tonight? Tonight Bela’s staying in.

It’s been four months since she’s last seen Jo and from the looks of things, her absurdly silly wife tried waiting up for her. Jo is nothing if not a romantic at heart. When Bela looks into the living room, she confirms her suspicions: Jo is snuggled up on the couch, their cat nestled between her arms as the television played out some form of a procedural cop drama. She rests a hand on the side of the couch as she leans down to peck a quick kiss into Jo’s hair. Charlie chirps at her in greeting and Bela gives him a quick cheek rub before heading back to the kitchen to grab some of whatever was in the pot on the stove.

Bela’s eaten dinner next to a sleeping Jo many times in their 5-year relationship, and tonight is no different. She quickly switches the cop drama to the discovery channel, where a documentary on the water that used to be in the Sahara is playing. Charlie quickly realizes that food is near, and comes over to beg for some spaghetti. Though he’s only given the smallest bit of a meatball for his efforts, he stays beside her for the rest of the documentary as she finishes up her dinner. Jo sleeps soundly through the whole thing, because despite having been a hunter in her past, she’s the heaviest damn sleeper Bela’s ever known.

For a moment, as the credits to the documentary are rolling through, Bela considers just curling up next to her on the couch, sleeping the day away tomorrow and forgetting about checking in with her clients, with her agency as well. Running away from it all, taking up her vast acquired fortune and buying an island where no one could find them. Jo stirs not long after, and Bela takes the opportunity to drag her to their bedroom and get her settled down in bed for the rest of the night. She’s not really awake, but not really asleep either, and she keeps mumbling ‘wait’ and ‘Bela’, over and over. It’s endearing, really. The damn moron was going to make Bela’s heart burst from sheer adorable idiocy.

She gets Jo tucked in on her side of the bed and settles down next to her. As Bela reaches to set her alarm, Jo sleepily curls around her, arms circling her torso and pulling her back from the nightstand. The responsible thing would be to pull away and set her alarm clock, make it to her 9am meeting with her handler on time, but since when did she become someone who followed the rules? So she turns and cuddles into Jo, buries her face in her love’s neck and breathes in the warm, apples-and-cinnamon scent that reminded her of home. She’s missed this. Every night she was away, she wanted Jo in her arms, wanted to call her and invite her to a neat little cafe she’d discovered in a back alley in london, wanted to just be with her. Jo’s arms tighten around her and Bela grins, presses a multitude of soft kisses to Jo’s neck. She should savour this while it lasts, before Jo wakes up and drives her mad with questions about all the things she’s done over these four gruelling months and Bela has to lie about every single little detail. Though, maybe she would tell her about that cafe, show her a few pictures she shouldn’t have taken in the first place. Maybe, Bela thinks, as her eyes slowly close and she drifts off into sleep.    

[benevolentsam]

Femslash February | Day 2: Sunsets

The airport was bustling with people, it always was around summer. Ruby held her bag close to her chest. Tension pulled her shoulders tight, and she wondered how Bela could stand there so calm and collected. 

"I still don't get why you wouldn't let me zap us there," Ruby muttered. Bela rolled her eyes and reached up to stroke her fingers through Ruby's hair.

"Travelling is half the fun of it," she smiled. "Besides, I adore first class planes. Plenty of room if you want to join the mile high club." She raised her eyebrows, a sly grin tugging at her lips. Damn, if Ruby could resist that temptation. She pulled Bela close and kissed her quick, much to the dismay of some soccer mom stood nearby. Humans; so judgemental. 

The plane was more spacious that Ruby could have imagined. Travelling in the back seat of the Winchester's car had never given her the leg room her vessel needed. Even Bela's hybrid was too small. The plane though, each seat was the size of a small office. Bela pointed her to their little booth, the love seat that fell back into a bed should they need it. It was luxury. Maybe humans weren't completely useless.

"You like?" Bela asked. Ruby hummed, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend.

"Where are we going again?"

"Greece," Bela said. Her fingers were tangled in the soft cotton of Ruby's shirt. "I can't believe you've never taken the time to watch the sunset. It's a beautiful thing, but you'll appreciate it more if we watch in from the balcony of our private villa."

"Hey, I was in Hell for years. The sun don't exactly shine down there, you know?" Ruby teased, but she immediately regretted it. With her ten years coming to a close, Hell wasn't something that was usually brought up between them. Ruby pulled Bela close, her lips pressed against Bela's fragile skin. "We'll find a way out of it, Bela, I promise."

They both knew Ruby's promises were empty, made out of desperation rather than what they could promise.

Bela refused to let in dampen their trip. The whole flight, Ruby held her tight as if letting go meant losing her forever. There was nowhere for them to go beside the narrow aisles or the bathroom. It didn't matter; Bela Talbot was hers and Ruby needed those damn humans to know.

Ruby had to admit, when Bela was right, she was right.

The sunset really did look beautiful. Especially from the balcony of a Greek villa. The sun hovered over the ocean, the pastel sky reflecting on the gentle waves. It was almost as if Apollo and Aphrodite had conspired to put it there, to light up Ruby and Bela's hands as they entwined over the table. It was warm, not hot like Hell but a nice pleasant warm that made Ruby feel loved. In the few years she'd been out, she never thought she'd experience such nice feelings.

Then she'd met Bela Talbot. In half a year of whirlwind romance, Ruby had felt something she hadn't in years. It was almost like her heart was beating again. She couldn't help but stare into her love's soft eyes.

"What are you smiling about?" Bela teased.

"Just you."

"Are you getting soft on me, Ruby?" Bela asked. "A bit shameful for a demon, don't you think?"

"You're the one who flew me half way across the world for a sunset," Ruby replied. The grip on her hand tightened, and Ruby looked down to where they were joined. "I think that's just a bit sweet if you ask me."

Bela offered a watery smile, the light not quite reaching her eyes.

"I wanted my last real sunset to be a nice one, with the only person who's ever loved me," she sighed. Again with the deal. It wasn't right, Bela had barely lived her life. Ruby didn't have much time left to spend with her. 

"I told you, I'll get you out of it," Ruby pleaded. "I have to, okay? We'll have so many more sunsets." And maybe Bela believed her, because she wiped her eyes and laughed and looked back out to the ocean. The sun had almost disappeared into the sea, and now it was Nyx's turn to bless them.

They still went to bed that night, devil's shoestring adorning every surface they could find.