#spn femslash february

[spiritmunie]

@supersapphical's sapphebruary Day 15: Homoerotic Fight Scene

#sapphebruary #femslash february #sapphicnatural #so sad i cant make a full digital painting of this bc i have too many exams #but here's a class doodle lol #annamary #annamary art #anna milton #mary winchester #spn #spn art #my fanart #cw gore

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Fic: “Where Secrets Lie”

read on AO3

Fandom: Supernatural (TV)

Rating: T

Summary: Charlie abandons what remains of a normal life in search of the one she loves—a good fairy.

for @flashfictionfridayofficial

for @femslashfeb​’s Day 3 prompt “Storm”

for @febuwhump​’s Day 3 prompt “Inferno”

This definitely isn't Moondoor… or the Shire.

Charlie yells, swatting away the pesky bugs in her face. 

She crankily trudges into mud.

According to her research, this is where Allison Peirson, burned as a witch in 1588, claimed to have spoken with the Queen of Elfhame. Basically, Fairyland. 

A cave system within a deep lonely forest in the borders of North Ayrshire, Scotland—ah, lots of green hills here.

Charlie wanders into flowerbeds, on a still, windless day, listening for a tinkling of bells or softened laughter between nervously humming the Star Wars theme. 

Apparently fairies like when someone's singing within the boundaries of their realm. It'll summon them. And she hopes that Gilda recognizes her voice…

"Damn it… nope, nope, I'm not an outdoorsy person," Charlie complains, looking down at her ruined boots.

The stillness breaks apart with the wind whipping around Charlie. 

For a moment, Charlie wonders if it's Queen Titania, or King Oberon, or whoever the hell rules 'the Fairy Tribunal' connected to Gilda… did they hear Charlie?

Wind becomes a shadowy storm, clouding her vision.

"What the frack…"

She screams, alarmed by the burning sensation around Charlie's neck when it claims her. Charlie knows she's been trapped and pulled into a hellish, suffocating darkness. The painful burning magnifies on Charlie's skin.

"Unhand her."

In a burst of glimmer, the shadows flee.

Charlie gasps, falling to her trembling knees.

Gilda leads Charlie on her feet and to where sunlight cascades in pollen-bright beams. Charlie sees the flowerbeds again, but they're different. Much more colorful. Everything's ethereal.

"Is this…?"

"Yes, we are in the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor." Gilda fusses, unhappily touching Charlie's neck-burn. "You were nearly taken."

Charlie blinks.

"Who… who tried to take me?"

"One of the Shadow Court," Gilda whispers, sternly meeting Charlie's eyes. "Both dreams and nightmares live here. We reign together."

"That kinda sucks…"

Gilda finally smiles, touching Charlie's chin with obvious affection, and Charlie sees a mirroring relief on her.

"You are not marked. Therefore, you must leave."

Charlie shakes her head insistently, raising her eyebrows.

"After I illegally flew all the way out into a different country? Sitting next to a guy farting for eight hours?" she laughs, and Gilda's kind smile widens. "You know, I've missed you."

"Yes, you were always in my thoughts," Gilda agrees, and Charlie hugs her and presses their cheeks together, basking.

"What do I gotta do, huh?" she says, leaning out, grinning. "Bow to your queen? Eat an orange? Sing a ballad about my victories?"

Gilda's palms, brown and warm as a woman, cups Charlie's face.

"Be yourself," Gilda assures her, and Charlie flushes, embarrassed…

Well, it's gonna be tough…

"You got it, babe."

#flash fiction friday #supernatural #femslash #femslash february #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday3 #tw burns #femslashfeb2023 #femslash february 2023 #charlie bradbury #charlie x gilda #gilda x charlie #gilda supernatural #spn femslash #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #femslash fic #femslash fanfic

[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.

#femslash february bingo #spn #charvelle

[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:

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

no underage

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] [prompt lists] [prompts by date]

#housekeeping

[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

#supernatural #femslash #fanfic #fanart #supernatural femslash bang

[pregstiel]

i am on my hands and knees. can we please go crazy go stupid for femslash february please. please. i want to see and read about spn women kissing

#it would be a fun event!!!!! please!!!!!!!

[diaryofageekgirl]

I posted 772 times in 2022

33 posts created (4%)

739 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@quinn-of-aebradore

@bramblepatch

@rainydaydecaf

@elizabethrobertajones

@slytherkins

I tagged 772 of my posts in 2022

#video - 175 posts

#spn - 105 posts

#fanart - 102 posts

#art - 83 posts

#kitteh - 78 posts

#ddaawwwww - 70 posts

#nomnomnom - 70 posts

#aesthetic - 57 posts

#fandom - 56 posts

#music - 45 posts

Longest Tag: 128 characters

#and if they want to like it or reblog it or just bookmark it in their browser and i have no idea that they've interacted with it

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Add Magic To Taste aesthetics 5/20: A Family Thing by Jessica Black @alocalband

Add Magic To Taste is the debut publication from @duckprintspress, an anthology of 20 spell-binding (and scrumptious!) heart-warming queer stories.

17 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#4

Strawberries // Red

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna Milton/Rachel Characters: Rachel (Supernatural), Anna Milton Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Season/Series 06, Post-Canon, Fluff, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Mutual Pining, Angel True Forms (Supernatural), Femslash February, Cover Art, Collage Series: Part 1 of Femslash February 2022: Fruit Salad Summary:

A fruit, forbidden, is tasted in the Garden by a woman in love.

No, not that one. This one is an angel.

18 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

Add Magic To Taste aesthetics 13/20: Breaking Bread by Beth Lumen

Add Magic To Taste is the debut publication from @duckprintspress, an anthology of 20 spell-binding (and scrumptious!) heart-warming queer stories.

21 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#2

White Chocolate

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Librarians (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassandra Cillian/Karla Characters: Cassandra Cillian, Karla (The Librarians) Additional Tags: First Dates, First Kiss, Ice Skating, Fluff, Awkwardness, Femslash February, Cover Art, Collage Series: Part 1 of Femslash February 2022: Chocolate Fondue Summary:

Just a lovely first date in a winter wonderland for Cassandra and Karla.

22 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A list of songs that make me think of Bela Talbot. Listen here on Youtube.

Killer Queen - Queen

Short Skirt, Long Jacket - Cake

Material Girl - Madonna

Run The World (Girls) - Beyonce

Pocketful of Dreams - Billy Talent

Hit And Run - LOLO

Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy - Tata Young

Rude Boy - Rihanna

Mad Woman - Taylor Swift

Fevah - Viktoria Modesta

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

Primadonna - Marina and the Diamonds

Sorry Not Sorry - Demi Lovato

Me Too - Meghan Trainor

Fashionista - Jimmy James

That’s What I Like - Bruno Mars

Diamonds Are A Girl’s Best Friend - Marilyn Monroe

Getaway Car - Taylor Swift

How To Be A Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

Everybody’s Fool - Evanescence

She’s Always A Woman - Billy Joel

24 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #kat creates #tungle dot hell

[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 

#SPNWomenChallenge #Wayward Sisters #women of spn #spn ladies #spn femslash february #waywardsistersnetwork #princesscasfam #stardustfam #perennialfam

[sealionsam]

a very supernatural femslash february (2/29)

death!billie x queen of hell rowena 

for @ellekess & @petrichoravellichor

#spn femslash #spn fanart #billie the reaper #rowena macleod #billie x rowena #fanart #billie #art stuffs #spn femslash february #I WAS SO EXCITED TO DO THIS ONE #the chin touch.... oh how the tables have turned since 13x19

[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.

#spn femslash february #day 27 #favorite ship with one of the Wayward Sisters #sheriff wives #jody x donna #jody mills #donna hanscum #short and sweet #wayward wives #i'll go down with this ship #spn #supernatural #wlw #one day left! #nickel writes

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

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

Dagon x Kelly Kline

#SPN Femslash February #Supernatural #Dagon #Kelly Kline #femslash #Spn femslash #Supernatural femslash #do you need a pillow or... whatever? #i can build him a stupid Swedish crib! #12.13

[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.

#SPN Femslash February #Supernatural #Claire Novak #Kaia Nieves #Claire x Kaia #Kaia x Claire #Dreamhunter #Supernatural femslash #Spn femslash #femslash #Supernatural drabble #Spn drabble #drabble #crimson and clover #writing is hard #angst #fluff

[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.    

#spnfluffbingo2019 #bela talbot/jo harvelle #jo harvelle/bela talbot #SPN Femslash February #SPNFemslashFebruary #spn #spn fanfiction #2019 #oneshots #femslash

[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.

#Spn femslash February #Spn ladies #Spn femslash #Bela Talbot #Ruby #Spn #Bela #Ruby 1.0 #BelaRuby #Femslash #My stuff #My writing #This turned out angstier than planned #Oh well #Have some sad Bela #She deserves better tbh #i hope this one shows up in the tags

[spnfemslashbang]

Signups for the 2023 SPN Femslash Bang!

Good morning, SPN fans! Signups for the 2023 Supernatural Femslash Bang are now open for all participants.

You can sign up HERE for all roles. Author signups will close on February 28; artists signups will close on May 12.

Participants will be invited to join our Discord after signup. This is not required, but it is encouraged.

If you have any questions, message us here, on Discord, or at spnfemslashbang [at] gmail [dot] com.

Happy writing!

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#supernatural #femslash #supernatural femslash bang #sign up

[ticklishraspberries]

Two Hunters Walk Into A Bar (Charlie/Eileen)

Summary: Charlie meets another hunter and gets the chance to brush up on her sign language skills, and possibly the chance at a romantic encounter. (Another fic for Femslash February! Warnings for sexual content and sexual acts while under the influence of alcohol.)

They met on a hunt, because how else would they meet?

Dean and Sam still weren’t thrilled about Charlie getting involved, but they would send her off on what they assumed were quick and easy jobs, just to keep her busy and out of the big stuff. While she scoffed at their protectiveness, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it sweet.

However, when she arrived at the little town that was suffering at the hands of some tricky ghosts, she was surprised to find another hunter already on the case.

Her bubbly nature had never kept Charlie from making friends before, but a language barrier certainly would have put a damper on it. Thankfully, a few semesters of ASL in college were under Charlie’s belt, which made it easy to communicate with Eileen, who was all big brown eyes and great aim with a gun.

Needless to say, Charlie had fallen quick, and hard, too.

The two women managed to put an end to the restless spirit, and celebrated with beers at the nearby bar.

“I never set out to be a hunter,” Charlie explained. “I just sort of got caught in the middle of a case, and afterwards, I felt like...Well, once you know what’s out there, how could you sit back and let it happen, you know? So my friends sort of showed me the ropes.”

Eileen watched her hands intently, sipping a beer.

Conversation continued until the two had wound up splitting a motel room, but their intentions weren’t just efficiency. No, the room was booked with just one bed on purpose, because it only took a beer or two to loosen them both up enough to lock lips.

Charlie unbuttoned her flannel shirt while Eileen wiggled out of her jeans. Both partially undressed, their lips found each other once again, all but tumbling backwards and onto the bed, the motel mattress creaking under the familiar weight of two lovers.

Eileen’s hands were calloused from years of wielding weapons, and her rough fingertips trailed from Charlie’s collarbones and down to the waistband of her pants, making the redhead shiver.

“This okay?” Eileen asked, using her voice which she’d only done a few times in front of Charlie so far, opting to sign since Charlie could understand her.

Charlie nodded. “Definitely,” she said, holding Eileen’s gaze so that she could see her lips. “Just careful: I’m ticklish.”

She realized it was a mistake instantly.

“Really?” Eileen asked, mischief dancing in those brown eyes.

Charlie swallowed. There was no use in denying what she’d just admitted, so she simply resigned to her fate and braced for impact.

Perhaps years of using her hands to communicate had made Eileen’s fingers her deadliest weapon: Quick, dexterous, and absolutely merciless as they danced over Charlie’s sides, making her squeal with laughter.

Eileen was grinning, pinching at the bottom of Charlie’s ribs and laughing along as Charlie’s back arched. She didn’t keep it up for long, but when she stopped, Charlie’s face was flushed pink and her breathing came in ragged pants.

Charlie slumped back against the bed. “You’re evil,” she signed.

Eileen was still grinning. “Sorry,” she replied, but it didn’t seem like she was sorry at all.

After Charlie caught her breath, the original plans for the evening commenced, but Eileen snuck in a few ticklish touches, causing breathy laughter to mix with moans. And while Eileen couldn’t actually hear those sounds, she had no doubt that they were beautiful.

The two hunters fell asleep beside one another, sheets tangled around their half-naked bodies. Charlie made sure to get her revenge in the morning, tickling Eileen’s belly until she woke up with giggles on her tongue.

But the case was over and done, and they both had to be on their ways. With Eileen’s number in her phone and the memory of poised fingers on her sides, Charlie left a tip for the maid who would be cleaning the room, and headed to her car.

As she hit the road, she decided: She was going to have to ask Dean and Sam for more cases when she got back.

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