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Return a Favour

Rating: Teen

CW: All the implied stuff with marriage hunts

Summary: Two women meet for the first time again.

A/N: Return a Favour_Femslash February Bingo 2026 @femslash-february

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Thin Black Silk

Rating: Teen

CW: Stalking

Summary: Gyokumen holds Rasetsunyo between her teeth.

A/N: Thin Black Silk_Femslash February Bingo 2026 @femslash-february

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Jewellery

Rating: Mature

CW: Not Applicable

Summary: Huang's punishment is unique.

A/N: Jewellery_Femslash February Bingo 2026 @femslash-february

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First Look

Rating: Teen

CW: All the implied stuff with marriage hunts

Summary: Two women meet for the first time

A/N: First Look_Femslash February Bingo 2026 @femslash-february

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Punch Love

Rated: G

A/N: Falin's and Marcille's training to fight humans don't go as desired.

“Come on Falin, hit me,” Marcille goaded her opponent as she shifted from feet to feet, arms raised, fists curled in a fighting stance.

“I don’t know…” the other woman replied, worried even though her arms were also raised, the feathers on her neck fluttering from the crisp spring breeze.

Sometime after Lagos’s coronation, Kabru had insisted that both women needed to learn how to fight. Marcille had agreed readily, while Falin had been a bit hesitant. Which is how they found themselves standing opposite to each other, training.

“Come on, Falin, hit me with your best shot.”

Falin hesitated, her biceps bulging under her linen shirt. 

She eyed Marcille’s shorter, slender frame.

“Come on! I can dodge—”

WHAM!

Falin threw a punch and struck hard.

Marcille fell backwards, blood flying from her nose.

“Marcille!”

Falin immediately reached for the blonde elf as large tears started to fall from Marcille’s eyes. “I’m so sorry. I tried to control my strength.”

Marcille nodded, patting Falin’s cheeks trying to wipe the tears from her eyes while Falin healed Marcille’s nose.

Marcille leaned in, kissing Falin on her cheek, “Next time, we should train with supervision.”

Falin laughed, the feathers on her neck ruffling, and she kissed Marcille on her now healed nose.

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Writen for @femslash-february Femslash Feb Bingo 2024. Prompt: "Hit me with your best shot"

BINGO X 8

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For my Eragon Farm Fic

“Are you sure its a good idea?”

“Eragon! Do you want the Eldunarí to be lonely? No! Those retired dragons deserve some unique company!”

“Mushrooms… Angela?”

“Yes… mushrooms. Where better to grow them but in your basement.”

“The Eldunarí are not in the basement.”

“Look they will have so many to conserve with… this shiitake, this maitake… what about this puffballs or this adorable button or this dignified lion’s mane.”

“Fine! We will put them in the basement but only with permission.”

“Oh I have already informed Umaroth… don’t worry about it.

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I will post the chapter tomorrow...

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Bakudō

CW: Implied Suicidal Tendencies, Depression

Rating: T

A/N: After the war with Aizen, Nanao goes to visit Momo at the 4th Division.

Ise Nanao walked through the fourth division barracks, greeting the various division members with a nod along the way. She finally stops at the vice-captain’s office and knocks. A moment later, Vice-captain Kotetsu’s voice comes, “Come in.”

Nanao enters, and her eyes meet the other woman. From her observation, Vice-captain Kotetsu seems fine except for the dullness in her eyes. As Isane beckons her to sit, she finds herself opposite the taller woman sipping tea.

“How is Hinamori-san?” She finally asks, after a moment’s silence.

Isane places her cup on her desk before responding, “As well as can be.”

Nanao nods. She then studies the sadness that has settled on her fellow vice-captain’s face.

“I know what happened at Karakura town.”

“Captain Kyoraku told you then?”

“Yes — Him and Captain Ukitake both. That Aizen was there… that he used Kyoka Suigetsu… that Captain Hitsugaya rushed him.”

“So you know —“

“I am grateful that Inoue-san was there to heal her injuries.”

The expression on Isane’s face shifted. The quiet sadness was replaced with horrified anguish.

“Nanao-san… Hinamori-san wasn’t injured — She was dead.”

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The boy leads her to Hinamori-san’s room.

As they come to her door, Nanao’s feet slow. She stands in front of the shoji door, unable to enter. “It’s ok. She is accepting visitors.” Yamada reassures her, a wan smile on his face.

She spends a moment looking at the boy.

Steeling herself, Nanao knocks and then enters. 

The fourth division did not have a mental ward. Instead, Captain Unohana had reconverted a room that is usually reserved for nobles into a room for Hinamori to stay in under her observation.

The inside walls had been painted an inoffensive light green with a proper bed and desk. Momo was changing her own bed sheets. Nanao took in the sight before rushing at her.

“Momo, what did you do?” Nanao screamed, grabbing the bloodied sheets from Momo. She caught hold of Momo’s arms, inspecting her wrists. Momo looked up at her in shock and tried to stammer out a response. Suddenly, someone caught hold of her uniform and dragged her back.

“Vice-captain Nanao! You can’t suddenly grab a patient!” Hanataro chided her, pulling her away from Momo.

Nanao stumbled backwards as Momo started to cry.

“Hinamori-san are you ok?” Yamada asked.

“I — I am… sorry… I just had my period… It was an accident.”

“Hinamori-san its ok.” Yamada reassured her, “I will bring some new ones.” He steps back leaving the room.

“Hinamori…” Nanao steps forward and gives a deep bow, “I apologise.”

Realising that there has been no response, Nanao straightens herself and looks at Momo who had taken the moment to sit on her bed. Their eyes meet.

Both women remain in silence for several moments, with Nanao waiting for Momo to speak.

Finally, Momo looks up, brown eyes glossy.

“Nanao-chan are you angry at me?

“Of course not!” Nanao vehemently protests.

Momo smiles, “Then why did you not come visit till now?”

Nanao sits next to her and wraps her in a hug, “I didn’t know what to say to you.”

Momo tilts her head, glancing at Nanao. “I thought you were angry with me. Because I used Bakudō on you to escape.”

“I am not angry… In fact, I was quite impressed,” Nanao replies.

“Huh?”

“It was an incredible seal you used. It took me a few hours to extricate myself. Matsumoto-san told me you used Kidō and your zanpaktou together in battle.”

Momo laughs before saying, “I missed Nanao-chan a lot. I want to go to the library with you again.”

Nanao blinks as tears form in the corner of her eyes. She wraps an arm around Momo’s shoulder, reeling her in.

Outside, the autumn wind starts to blow.

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Writen for @femslash-february Femslash Feb Bingo. Prompt: Blood.

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Goujun/Elf

The Dragon King of the West glowered at the General and the Marshall of the Western Army. 

“Explain—” he demanded, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire hectare of the Jade Empresses’s Garden when you were supposed to be escorting the Goddess Freyja around the palace.”

“Well—“ Marshall Tenpou started explain. But he was interrupted by General Kenren, “See we may have angered the God Óðr by comparing the Goddess with Konzen.”

“Konzen? Konzen Douji?” Goujun’s eyes bugged out.

“We were just making conversation.” Kenren defended himself.

“We merely told the Goddess that she and Konzen had the same hair colour,” Tenpou explained.

“And when the Goddess asked about Konzen—“

“One of the guards may have made regrettable comments about Konzen—“

“— and Óðr may have overheard.”

“And when the God of Frenzy hears something that might sound like an insult towards his wife—“

Goujun glared harder, his spiked ears flicking in anger.

Kenren brightened before commenting, “You know… Goujun, you have the same ears as the Goddess Freyja. Are you also a Vanir?”

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A few hours later

“Explain—” Konzen demanded, aghast at the amount of paperwork in front of him, “How exactly did you both manage to destroy an entire building by angering the Dragon King of the West into reverting to his true form!”

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Written for @monthlyminekura Christmas Edition. Day 11: Elf

A/N: The Vanir's are basically elves in Norse Mythology from what I understand. Or rather Tolkein took the concept from here.... Look not a lot is known about norse Mythos in general as little records exist. But google tells me that Óðr is the God of Madness/Violent Anger (?) maybe.