#femslashweek

Okay, so a short thing I did for @saranova femslash week fic:

Femslash week day 1: Differences/Similarities

@womenintransformers

Chromias reaction to seeing Windblade for the first time.

She's never had an up-close or friendly interaction with a jet before. Turns out giant toothy women.... Pretty

Individual art under cut

Chapter one of Aftertaste just posted. A Modern Mira/Syrena AU. Their paths cross again seven months after that night that neither of them can forget. The plan is to post one very short chapter each day of femslash week to complete this little ficlet set in Florence, Italy for one of my most favorite ships in fandom.

Read it HERE

Call It Curiosity

Fandom: The Empyrean (Fourth Wing)

Rating: E

Pairing: Sloane Mairi/Catriona Cordella

Words: 6K

Following the Battle of Basgiath, Sloane looks for somewhere quiet to… unwind.

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It’s that time! 

Happy New Year to all! We’re starting off the year with a bang and Fem!Slash week 8th - 15th January!

Ship any of our lovely ladies with the All For The Game series? Celebrate them this week the best way you know how! 

This Weeks Daily Themes include: 

Day 1: Morning

Day 2: Found

Day 3: First Kiss

Day 4: Dancing

Day 5: Warm

Day 6: Strong

Day 7: Own Choice

Day 1 (July 16)- Flowers

Day 1: Morning

Sometimes Renee can’t believe it herself, that she has this beautiful, amazing woman in her life until she wakes up every morning. Each day she takes the time before the alarm goes off to soak in the sight of her girlfriend sprawled out in bed beside her, to convince herself that this isn’t a dream. God knows Renee doesn’t deserve this. She’s trying her hardest, but someone like Allison should never belong to someone that should never have existed.

This morning is no different. Allison is lying on her front, hands shoved beneath the pillow with her face turned to Renee. Her lips are parted in sleep, breathing softly, and Renee finds herself unconsciously matching her every exhale. Slowly, she dares reach out to brush the stray hairs from Allison’s face. Allison shifts slightly in her sleep but doesn’t wake, and Renee allows a smile to tug at her lips as she threads her fingers through the golden waves. Quiet moments like this are rare, snatches of intimacy among the chaos of the foxes and though she loves Allison’s boisterous, fiery personality, she also loves this side to her too.

The alarm goes off and Allison groans. Renee, her fingers still in Allison’s hair, softens the harsh awakening with a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, to which Allison tilts her head to meet her. There’s a hint of a sleepy smile when Allison pulls back and finally opens her eyes.

“Morning.”

Hard to let you go // 👭