#startrekfemslashweek2025

This event runs from the 3rd - 9th of September 2025.

The rules for this event are as follows: 1. No explicit material featuring minors, bestiality, or rape/non-con. 2. Dub-con, major character death, and graphic depictions of violence are allowed so long as they are adequately warned for and tagged. 3. OT3s are allowed, as long as the relationship is F/F/F. 4. All works must feature an F/F pairing as the primary ship. F/NB is allowed. OCs are also welcome. 5. As this is an event for celebrating female characters and relationships, we request that you do not include genderbent canonically male characters in works for this event. 6. Written works can be of any length. Art may be of any medium, including graphics and photosets. Playlists are allowed and we welcome them. 7. We will share all 14 prompts for the week, including the Free Space. You do not have to participate in every day. 8. If you share your work on Tumblr, tag it #startrekfemslashweek2025 so we can find and share it! If we miss your work, please let us know.

Star Trek Femslash Week Prompts

Day One - The Borg - Old Endings, New Beginnings

Day Two - Tribbles - Accidental Baby Acquisition

Day Three - Picnic Under the Stars - Shipwrecked

Day Four - Whump - Kissing in the Rain

Day Five - Zero Gravity - Environmental Controls

Day Six - Accidental Marriage - Time Travel

Title: Love Isn't Logical Author: skylarkblue Fandom: Star Trek Pairing: D'Vana Tendi/T'Lyn Rating: G Word Count: 1,706 Warnings: Implied Self-Harm

Summary: After T'Lyn expels a bridge-wide psychic blast while upset, D'Vana finds her hiding in the ready room.

Written for Star Trek Femslash Week day seven prompt “Handle With Care,” hosted by @startrekfemslashweek

Today's Star Trek Femslash Week Prompt: Accidental Baby Acquisition !!

Day 2 of @startrekfemslashweek! Today's prompt was "tribbles!"

I'm really proud of this one!

(Written for Star Trek Femslash Week 2025)

Jadzia Dax was struggling to stay professional.

There was a mission to be completed. There was a rogue Klingon agent to be tracked down. There was a timeline to be preserved.

But at the same time – she was on the Enterprise! Kirk’s Enterprise! It was all she could do to keep herself from skipping with joy.

There were so many little things she’d forgotten about this era. The faint warm plastic smell of the tricorders. The slight twang the universal translator gave some species’ voices. The frankly thrilling length of the minidresses. It would have been easy to forget their mission and just get caught up in the sheer nostalgia of it all. It felt like a holoprogram made real.

The Enterprise was full of people coming and going – which was presumably how Arne Darvin had managed to blend in – and no one looked twice at a face they didn’t recognise. Sisko had warned her to keep her head down and stay quiet, but she couldn’t resist the temptation to interact a little more: to nod to the crewmen she passed in the corridors, to be involved, not just present.

To one man in science officer blue, she said, “good afternoon, ensign.” He smiled back at her.

To a yeoman struggling with a stack of books and PADDs, she said, “that looks heavy,” and helped her get to the turbolift without dropping anything.

And to a stunning young woman in operations red, she said, “what beautiful earrings, lieutenant.”