queenslayerbee: peitho and astrea by thegodfather. one girl with eyes closed, illuminated by sunshine, wearing a sunray gold crown. another woman, obscured by shadows, behind her surrounding her neck with one hand and lightly touching her chest with another, with bright red nails. (trapped (house of providence))
Femslash February 2021, Day 14.

Title: cellmates.
Fandom: Wynonna Earp.
Character/Pairing: Rosita Bustillos/Waverly Earp.
Rating/Warnings: T, none.
Summary: Femslash February prompt: 13 “Get out of the way before I murder you.”
Word count: 100.

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“Get out of the way before I murder you.”

Waverly startled, eyeing the other woman in the barn; she was chained as well, in front of a table with various concoctions. She seemed to be handling that by herself, picking at her restraints with manic energy that told Waverly she was almost ready to bolt out of there. She didn’t sound easy to persuade to take her along for the ride.

She paused and looked at Waverly attentively. “Huh. You’re not one of them. What are you?”

“I’m a... Waverly?”

A flash of red eyes and a genial smile. “Cute.” 




queenslayerbee: peitho and astrea by thegodfather. one girl with eyes closed, illuminated by sunshine, wearing a sunray gold crown. another woman, obscured by shadows, behind her surrounding her neck with one hand and lightly touching her chest with another, with bright red nails. (trapped (house of providence))
Continuing with 2018, this is a short, PWP ficlet I wrote about Rosita Bustillos and Waverly Earp, a pairing that had me obsessed back then (and that I remain very fond of).

Title: chillin' in a hot tub.
Fandom: Wynonna Earp.
Character/Pairing: Rosita Bustillos/Waverly Earp.
Rating/Warnings: E, none.
Summary: It doesn't stop at the kiss.
Word count: ~700-800.

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Waverly felt light-headed and reckless and overwhelmed, but most of all, she felt on ecstasy.

The kiss had been thoughtless. She was pissed and then she wasn't, and Rosita was there, beautiful and at peace and strangely wise. She seemed to get it, to have life all figured out.

Kissing her was a no brainer. By which she meant, her brain had at no point been consulted in the decision made between the bubbles and the instant their mouths collided.

It felt good. And Rosita didn't stop her, so she closed her eyes and didn't stop.

It started softly; a quiet brush of their lips, a tentative hand cupping Rosita's face. Her hands traveled to Waverly's neck, a feather-like touch.

Rosita moved away from the tub's wall, giving herself more space. Her knee grazed the inside of Waverly's leg, sending a shiver of concentrated heat through her whole body. She had to balance herself grabbing the ledge, barely suppressing the soft gasp that raised to her throat.

After half a second of hesitation, Waverly decided to climb on Rosita's lap, pressing closer to her; she moved her hands down her chest, exchanging slow, seemingly eternal kisses. Rosita's hand grasped her hips, holding her in place.

She leaned back, tentatively tugging at her bikini bottom with a questioning look in her eyes, and Waverly nodded quickly before diving back in, refusing to stop their kiss.

Rosita pulled it down all the way to her knees, leaving her feeling wonderfully exposed. Waverly's breath grew quicker, her kisses more frantic, hungry, impatient.

The brush against her clit —light, quick, almost hesitant— felt like a soft shock of electricity, and it made her gasp louder than she was comfortable with.

She moved towards Rosita's hand, signaling to her what she wanted. Soon, those fingertips came back, caressing her clit, her labia, each time steadier and more confident.

Rosita stopped the kiss, dragging a petulant whine out of her, until she started placing soft, wet kisses down her jaw; her neck; her shoulder.

As she started giving her a hickey right above her breast, Waverly pulling lightly at her hair and digging her nails on her shoulder, she introduced one of her fingers, as tentative as her first touches. She circled it, pressing, and Waverly had to bite down on her own lips, hard, to prevent any possible noise. She pushed in a second one, and yet another one, curling them and pressing it just right, as she kept rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Waverly remembered to open her eyes —she loved this moment. And somehow the look on Rosita's face, hyper-focused and —uncharacteristically, given the situation— serious, even more than anything else, was what finished building up her orgasm.

A high whine left her lips, a little too loud, and Rosita's free hand quickly covered her mouth, suffocating the next ones, until it was over.

She heard a soft thud, barely registering it in the back of her head. And it was then, with Rosita's fingers still inside her, when the guilt crashed into her, as if a dead cold knife stabbed her in the stomach.

She saw an echoing, somehow more disenchanted and jaded, guilt-ridden look on Rosita's eyes.

"We should—"

"Yeah."

They separated, incapable of looking each other in the eye.

She pulled up her bikini, something that made her feel even dirtier than anything else they'd done.

She climbed out of the hot tub and put on her bathrobe, trying to silence the ridiculous voice in her head talking about rudeness and reciprocation. 




If once Shorty's had been like a second home to her —sometimes, a first home—, that night entering it felt like trespassing.

Rosita was on the bar, cleaning it, with a glass and a half-full bottle next to her.

She walked to her, reluctant, and sat a few chairs away.

"Nothing happened," Rosita said, gently. "It'll be easier that way."

She was probably right. Though she had the feeling it'd be a long time before she could forget everything Tucker said to her, while she still thought Rosita had been left to die on the floor.

She had a million things she wanted to say, from apologies to thank yous; from promises of secrecy to questions about what it was like to be a Revenant, and how maybe they weren't that different in that regard.

But the only thing she felt the strength to do was patting a second glass with her fingers, with what she hoped was an unguarded pleading look.

For the first time since they came back from the spa, Rosita's shoulders relaxed, an easy smile expanding across her face, and maybe, maybe Waverly hadn't screwed everything up.

queenslayerbee: Encarna covers her head partially with a veil, dressed in black, to offer a poisoned apple to Blancanieves after she’s finished in the bull ring. Everything in the image is in black and white, like in the film, but everything except encarna is blurred, and the apple looks crimson red. (encarna (blancanieves))
When I first watched (part of) the show this ship took over my life, I couldn't believe there was a prompt for it in the 3SF lol.

Title: sweet as poison.
Fandom: Wynonna Earp.
Character/Pairing: Rosita Bustillos/Waverly Earp.
Rating/Warnings: T, none.
Summary: For the prompt: "Wynonna Earp, Waverly/Rosita, poison kisses."
Word count: 100.

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Rosita won’t forgive herself for not seeing it coming a mile away; for not realising that sun-bright smiles and honey-sweet kisses, and the words of kinship born from a mutual desire to see the world, impossibly, beyond this cesspit of a town… they would all come to amount to shit.

It all came crashing down, spectacularly so, the moment Wynonna Earp showed her that cursed gun and issued her threat; then, Rosita knew she’d been sold out, considered unworthy of protection by even the nicest person in town.

No good deed goes unpunished. She should have fucking seen it coming.

queenslayerbee: peitho and astrea by thegodfather. one girl with eyes closed, illuminated by sunshine, wearing a sunray gold crown. another woman, obscured by shadows, behind her surrounding her neck with one hand and lightly touching her chest with another, with bright red nails. (trapped (house of providence))
Snowflake Challenge: A close up shot of an owl ornament hanging amidst pine boughs..

Challenge #3
Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.


There is a lot of things about fandom that deserve praise, as much as it can get frustrating sometimes. For this particular post, though, I want to give a bit of a shout-out to a small, often overlooked part of fandom: the femslash corners of it <3

In some particular fandoms those corners are pretty huge and active, which is delightful to see, but in general f/f has a smaller presence than other categories. However, the creativity that buzzes in said corners is always beautiful to see. The people who feel passion for it are truly dedicated and put their all into their creations.

I love writing it myself. I'm looking forward to the next instances of the [community profile] threesentenceficathon or [community profile] seasonsofdrabbles for that very purpose, because I know those kinds of events are great sources of inspiration for myself (and hey, maybe if I'm lucky, I'll receive some small f/f gifts myself :P). I'm also going to keep an eye on [community profile] 100femslash and see if I can complete the challenge myself.

And... I was simply going to mention my plans, but I went ahead and dived into the deep end of the pool and created [community profile] dcfemslashevents , exactly what it says on the tina community to host and organise (and boost) femslash events for DC characters! As the sticky post says, there are some plans for this year underway, and I'll likely talk more about it during the Snowflake Challenge, if I get the chance.

Challenge #5
In your own space, create a list of at least three things you'd love to receive, a wishlist of sorts.


Let's keep it to the theme!
  • Give me your best femslash recs! In fic or any other form. Those that you think are truly good, that stayed with you, that you want everyone else to experience.
  • Tell me about your favourite femslash ships, the first ones you liked, the F/F books, shows, films etc. you're obsessed with, the ones you write about yourself... Anything femslash!
  • I would welcome someone who'd want to help with the DC Femslash Events community, but no pressure :P
Challenge #6
Top 10 Challenge.


For this, I'll post 10(ish) femslash ships I wish to see more of, in general.
  • Maxanor, aka Eleanor Guthrie and Max, from Black Sails. Do not get me wrong: I love Maxanne, the clear fandom favourite, but I'm hungry for more Maxanor. Fics exploring their doomed romance, what-if scenarios, things about how they begun... anything!
  • Rosewaves, aka Rosita Bustillos and Waverly Earp, from Wynonna Earp. Oh, that ship absolutely ensnared me way back when! I'd love to see more creations focused on it (and only it, because the canon f/f ship was just... fine, to me LOL).
  • I made that community for a reason, so, yeah, more DC rareships. I'm particularly charmed by the idea of Cass Cain/Kate Kane, though I know it's difficult for it to match what I want for the ship LOL :P. Same for Stephanie Brown/Selina Kyle, another ship I feel has a lot of potential.
  • The Buffyverse fandom definitely has a lot of femslash going around! But I would really appreciate more of it including Kendra Young. Buffy/Kendra or Faith/Kendra, of course, but also Willow/Kendra... and some fucked up Drusilla/Kendra, especially in AUs where she turned her.
  • The 100 is another fandom where I'd love to see some rareships that get less attention, and I will continue to prompt them LOL. Octavia/Diyoza, Echo/Clarke, Clarke/Josephine (those are the only two Clarke ships I like LOL), Echo/Gaia, Raven/Indra... 
  • Last year I reread Emma, by Jane Austen, and well. I will always root for Emma/Jane Fairfax, in my heart :P
  • Legacies also had some great ships, and Hizzie reigns in my heart, but Lizzie/Aurora, Lizzie/Ablah, Lizzie/Jen, Lizzie/Alyssa... all ships I'd love to see more of.
  • More femslash in Reign, my old beloved fandom. Especially among/featuring the ladies in waiting: Greer, Lola, Kenna. Either between them, or with other characters.
  • Femslash fic in Foundation! I know they're bio mother and daughter, but welp, Gaal and Salvor technically share a kiss on screen and their dynamic is unusual, to say the least. We all know if these were two white men it would've sparked a juggernaut ship lol. And the female characters in this show are all fascinating, I'd love to read more about them, for the fandom to have more fics!
  • June and Athena's dynamic was the most fascinating part of R.F. Kuang's Yellowface, and I'd love to see a bit more of it.

I'd like to put my money where my mouth is and post (some more, in a few cases) fics for at least some of these ships on 2026!

Aaaaand that's all. I'm all caught up now :P
queenslayerbee: Lisa simpson dressed in a multicoloured baggy shirt, with a sideways cap and sunglasses, and a disaffected look on her face. (lisa simpson (the simpsons))

Here are all the drabbles (exactly 100 words long) I wrote for the event.

BUFFYVERSE

DCU

PLECVERSE

WYNONNA EARP



And here are my own prompts, in case anyone wants to leave me something :P

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