This has already technically been announced but new year new yuri so we're making it totally official 🪻✨
For those not in the know, the femslash big bang is a multi-fandom big bang event that focuses on getting creators (artists and writers) to make more femslash works! Beginning in 2014, taking an accidentally too long hiatus between 2018 to 2024, the Femslash Big Bang is back again for our SIXTH big bang.
It's a labour of love of the game (yuri) and a desire to see more fannish works that are femslash-centric. Please come join us for another fun year of femslash!
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Excited to see you all join us for another great year of femslash!!
My latest fic is out! Since AO3 is still having problems according to OTW Status, I decided I couldn't wait any longer, so I decided to post this today! Here's the summary:
An international thief named Carmen Sandiego and a buff woman named Lara Croft, who raids tombs, go on a ride on Carmen's motorbike together. Even though both have women they love, as the ride continues, each one starts to experience feelings for the other, although they do their best to hide their affections from each other.
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based on open-source code from the OTW
Hey @philiaaaaaa, @farren-elwood, @iffasart, @lordcryosrealmoftrash, @devoteeofthetombraider, @croftshadows, @the-ashen-hunter, @haxxorblue, @sheepstomach, @gayujb, @temseria1, @the-carulia-archive, @julethiefs, @jazzy-aria, @quanta-44, @flame-of-a-candle, @roxanazava, @layceline, and many others as this has Carmen thinking about Julia/Jules Argent, and Lara thinking about Sam throughout...
Also @femslashrevolution, @femslashfandomevents, @femslashbigbang, and others, you may be interested.
Update: I cross-posted this on one community, Crying AO3 Down, and it was removed with the note that "Off topic, this community is specfically [sic] for posting about ao3 being down not self promotion." Rude. Ugh.
Even more wlw!wangxian AUs for the sapphic agenda 👭🏻🌈⚢
find the first wlw wangxian fic rec list here.
An even longer fic rec list for those who love wangxian, love f/f, and love all sorts of AUs. After you read, remember to leave a kudos or positive comments to support these incredible authors.
AU: CLOUD RECESSES STUDY ARC
Line of sight by deliciousblizzardshark @deliciousblizzardshark - 8k, Complete
T, NAW, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Misogyny, Enemies to Friends, Pre-Relationship
[Dove's Notes: Absolutely perfect for anyone looking for the "What Is This Feeling?" vibes. A delicious enemies to friends arc between teenage WWX and LWJ.]
Curiosity series by orphan_account - 5k, Complete
T, NAW, Practice Kissing, Cloud Recesses Study Arc
[Dove's Notes: Loved the way the author described body language and the wwx's charming charisma and careless sensuality. Loved the LWJ POV, loved the "practice kissing" premise and the study arc WangXian dynamic. Very cute, fun read. I'm sad this is an orphaned work because I will never be able to let the author how much I loved this 2-part series.]
violets and bunnies series by bryophyte - 6k, Complete
T, NAW&CNW, Swordfighting, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Canon-Divergence, Love at First Sight, Pining, Courtship Rituals, Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff
[Dove's Notes: This might be the first of bryophyte's works on this list, but it is certainly not the last. Perfect for sapphic study arc romance. So cute it will make you cry, so sweet it will make your heart flutter.]
+ my heart on loop for you by ClassyGreyDove (Self-Promo) - 8k, Complete
T, NAW, Time Loop, First Kiss, Different First Meeting, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, 5+1
[Dove's Notes: For this rec list, I'm including a few of my on works as a way to promote them outside of AO3. I wrote this fic for an exchange and had a lovely time writing WWX's chatter and banter and LWJ's reactions. If you loved their rooftop first meeting and spar under the moonlight and wanted more, this fic is for you.]
AU: CANON-ADJACENT
to taste moonlight on your lips by lowlightt - 8k, Complete
T, NAW, Time Skips, Kissing, Light Angst, Getting Together, 5+1
[Dove's Notes: Loved this retelling of canon through fem wangxian. The prose and Yearning was beautiful, and the flirting was so fun to read.]
do your duty (obedience or death) by Blowing_minds - 4k, Complete
T, NAW, Feminist Themes, Angst with Happy Ending, Character Study, Hurt LWJ, Check for warnings in tags and notes
[Dove's Notes: Absolutely loved this character study with the addition of how being women in a patriarchal culture impacts LWJ (and WWX, but less so) and how she responds to this.]
Healing Hands to Hold by yunmin @drinkupthesunrise -7k, Complete
[Dove's Notes: Do you want a LXC who will throw hands to defend his sibling's relationship with her newly adopted son? Then this fic is for you. Also a-yuan calls LWJ Mama, which is so cute it brings tears to my eyes. The gender/cisbend of LWJ also really emphasizes the parallels she has with her own mother.]
she's the kinda girl who will fuck you up by bryophyte - 2k, Complete
[Dove's Notes: bryophyte does it again with this iconic fic. After the events in the Cold Springs Cave with WWX, LWJ begins to wear her hair up like a married woman's. I've reread this a few times. If you haven't read this one yet, I suggest putting it at the top of your TBR bookmarks!]
AU: YILING LAOZU ERA
your grave, a garden; a barrow, your bed by twinagonies @wavelette - 31k, Complete
E, CNW, Porn With Plot, BDSM, Power Play, Under-negotiated Kink, Dubcon at the beginning, Switching, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Golden Core Reveal, Wen Remnants Live, WWX's Ghost Girls, Sex Magic, Warprize LWJ
[Dove's Notes: The tags tell you exactly what's up. What the tags do not tell you is how gorgeous, stunning, stellar the prose is. The author's use of verbs is captivating, and the yearning and horny angst was delightful.]
between the shadow and the soul by butterflylungs @alxandermagnus - 12k, Complete
E, CNW, Arranged Marriage, Warprize LWJ, Enemies to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Pining, Jealousy, Angst with a Happy Ending
[Dove's Notes: This is an AU where LWJ never met WWX in Cloud Recesses. WWX is a little mean at first, but they get there, with a lot of mutual pining going on beforehand. The way LWJ falls in love is so delicious to read. The writing quality is equally as delicious.]
Do I Wanna Know? by Anonymous - 4k, Complete
E, NAW, Sunshot Campaign, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Friends with Benefits, First Time, Canon-Divergence, Pining
[Dove's Notes: Cannot believe this doesn't have more hits. Not only is it spicy & hot, I also found myself laughing quite a bit as WWX verbally dug herself into a hole and then kept digging.]
AU: MODERN
Trending: #WangXianIsReal by vesperenzi - 4k, Complete
G, NAW, Social Media fic, Celebrity AU, Musician WangXian, Crack Treated Seriously
[Dove's Notes: Such a funny fic, and such a cute relationship reveal <3 This one will definitely make you laugh.]
i'd always been rigid before you by thehoundisdead @palehorsepalerider - 10k, Complete
G, NAW, College AU, Flirting, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Accidental Secret Identity, Good Brother Jiang Cheng, Happy Ending
[Dove's Notes: I really enjoy the writing style of this fic; it's fluid and natural to read. The flirting between WangXian is also very cute. The misunderstandings do get resolved and our two useless sapphics have a very happy ending <3 (and hopefully better communication skills)]
tell the secret you can't keep by yuehaipavilion - 34k, Complete
[Dove's Notes: The Pining for Straight Girl Fic. This fic is Just. Quintessentially Lesbian. LWJ angsts and yearns like it's a pro sport and she's a gold medalist. WWX aces Straight Girl like it's the Gaokao and she's aiming for Tsinghua. This fic follows their relationship from high school friends to a devastating split to reuniting in college to best friends to finally, finally lovers after a road trip with so much UST it could power a city, probably. Can you tell this fic left me with a lot of feelings?]
Spring Break by spacewitchbot @spacewitchbot
E, NAW, Drunk LWJ, Seattle, Canon-typical dubcon (due to alcohol), PWP
[Dove's Notes: It's Drunkji up to horny Shenanigans. What more is there to want?]
The Tide of a Haircut || 切髮的浪潮 by 草苺公主 (BeLeiGwo) - 20k, Complete
T, NAW, Lesbian LWJ, Falling in Love, Pining, Miscommunication, Minor LXC/NMJ
[Dove's Notes: A romantic fic with spies, fashion, short hair lwj, and pining <3 Wangxian's chemistry is well-written. The miscommunication occurs at the end, but is quickly resolved.]
+ speak to me with love in your words by ClassyGreyDove (Self-Promo) - 6k, Complete
G, NAW, Gossip, Confessions, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Getting Together, Gusu Lan Ribbon, High School AU, Vulnerability, Implied Homophobia
[Dove's Notes: Wrote this fic to process some stuff, but it's become the most liked fem wangxian fic I've shared. In this fic, LWJ overhears some things that hurt her, and WWX later finds and comforts her.]
AU: OTHER
Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams @dizzi-dreams - 65k, Complete
M, Graphic Violence, Cyberpunk AU, Transistor AU, Sword Lesbians, Casefic, Horror Elements, Character Death, Mystery, Referenced Ableism
[Dove's Notes: I read this years ago and the memory of it felt like an incredible fever dream, which later caused me to spend weeks hunting this fic down (eventually had to resort to wangxianficfinder) so I could bookmark this gem. Such an interesting AU. The casefic also has Yi City Arc vibes and cast.]
i look at the stars and i see your smile by chadsuke @chadsuke - 11k, Complete
[Dove's Notes: This is the arctic witch cottagecore au you didn't know you wanted. Wangxian creates the best kind of love in every universe they're in. Also, Wangxian's first meeting is perfect! How else should wangxian begin other than WWX flirting and LWJ getting terribly flustered by it?]
in the deepest depths by thegreatestcryptid @thegreatestcryptid - 4k, Complete
T, NAW, Selkie AU, Modern Setting, Lighthouses
[Dove's Notes: A fic where LWJ helps WWX get her selkie coat back after it is stolen. Wangxian + Selkie AUs are always interesting mix, especially with their respective relationship desires and fears (and the whole Madam Lan situation). A very sweet fic.]
+ Romantic Flight by ClassyGreyDove (Self-Promo) - >1k, Complete
T, NAW, HTTYD AU, Dragons, LWJ is a Panicked Gay
[Dove's Notes: Short and sweet How to Train Your Dragon AU. Inspired by Astrid and Hiccup's "Romantic Flight."]
Note for the authors: If you for any reason want your fic(s) removed, or want a tag/spoiler removed, or just want a missing tumblr handle added (or if I got the handle wrong) then please comment or DM me so I can fix it right away. Thank you for your contributions to the fem wangxian agenda ❤️🐇💙🐇
As Sunset grows in ways I never expected it to, I find it necessary to purchase a larger home for the site---a beefier server that will be faster and smoother and better, that can carry us through more and more growth if I am lucky enough to see that happen. If you enjoy Sunset and wish to help improve it, you can donate below.
All funds that do not go to the server will go to the other costs of running Sunset:
New server with tax and shipping included will be around $1934. I have already set aside about $1k for this.
Domain costs about $15 a year.
Email server plan will cost around $17 a month. We currently are on the free plan which only allows about 200 emails a day, so I'd like to upgrade, especially since I plan on fixing kudos emails soon.
Backblaze (which holds our backups) costs $6 per terabyte per month. We have not yet reached a TB in backups, but it will probably happen somewhat soon as backups are done daily.
This means running Sunset will cost about $350 or so per year, unless we suddenly get AO3-Level big.
My Ko-Fi is below. Please do not feel as if you must (obviously.) This is just for those who would like to help out. Thank you all for considering, reading, and boosting.
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If you don't know what Sunset is, tl;dr we're a fanfiction archive dedicated to F/F ships and sapphic NB/F and NB/NB ships. We run on the same code AO3 does. We're as anti-harassment and anti-censorship as AO3 is with only a few content policy exceptions that stem from me not having the same legal team AO3 does (save your ass rules, basically.) You can read more here and join our Discord here. If you're just learning about us, please feel free to check us out and maybe join, we'd love to have you.
Title: Snarky Quote About RevengeAuthor: DiazTunaCanon: Once Upon a TimePairing: Emma Swan/Regina MillsRating: Teen [🍋]Word Count: 15,839Summary: Crack. It ends just like that, two realms and a thousand years worth of (more…)
~1k, Svetlana Vetrova/Rose Landry, No Rating, Post-Canon
Summary: Svetlana joins her new girlfriend Rose Landry attending an Ottawa Centaurs game. Chaos follows.
rating: T/PG
word count: ~2,500 (approx.)
pairing: deborah vance x fem!reader
summary: deborah hates overly saccharine perfume—and isn’t quiet about it. but when she catches a new and unsanctioned scent on you, something changes.
tags: scent kink (soft), slow tension, proximity, perfume, charged silences, unspoken desire, fem!reader, pre-slash, barely-contained sapphic yearning, AU/canon-divergent.
“—it was like a Yankee Candle exploded in a Forever 21,” Deborah muttered, heels clicking against the tile as she moved into the awning of the entryway, Damien in tow, her tone already higher in that octave she used when trying to sound composed but emotionally waterboarding herself.
“Sweet Pea Vanilla Coconut Sunrise or whatever. I nearly choked. And I told her—I cannot have that near me. What happened to discretion? What happened to Black Pashmina?”
Damien, who had heard this rant before in six different registers, only nodded as he answered emails, immersed in his phone. “Yeah. You did tell her. Twice.”
“No, three times,” Deborah corrected, hand flitting toward nothing in particular with theatrical purpose. “I told her three times and she still showed up wearing that god-awful sugary scent. I mean—” She paused, calculating her words. “Why can’t anyone choose a beautiful scent anymore?”
“You should write a perfume ad,” Damien sighed, still not paying complete attention, and it was dry enough that she gave him a look. He finally met her eyes and raised his brows. “What?”
“Just go, and take this to Jimmy, will you?” she said instead, pulling an envelope from her bag and waving it toward him.
“Sure.” Damien took it and disappeared toward the front, leaving Deborah alone in the silence that fell like a weighted blanket the moment his footsteps faded.
She moved toward the sink, half-grumbling, half-humming under her breath, reaching for a glass.
And then, she paused.
You didn’t look up when she walked by. You were leaning against the far counter, flipping through something—notes, probably, or edits she hadn’t approved, or had pretended not to see. Your expression was neutral, like always these days, a little guarded, a little bruised. The sting between you had dulled but not healed.
Still, she slowed when she passed you as she took in your perfume.
You were wearing something new, and entirely unsanctioned by Deborah. Indigo, though she wouldn’t learn the name until later.
It moved through the room with quiet intent—fig first, lush and dark, soft at the edges, as if it had ripened in shadow. Blackberries followed, low and rich, like they’d been warmed by sun and left to fall gently into the hush of late August. Smoke curled through cedar—aged and burnished, deep with memory. There was floral there too, but softened, pressed down to its essence: petals surrendered to linen, to skin, to time.
Tea leaves steeped somewhere in the distance. Musk lay beneath it all, fine-grained and breath-warm, the scent of closeness without intrusion.
It carried the weight of something intimate, remembered—silk over old wood, warm stone at dusk. It was the kind of scent that stayed behind long after its wearer left the room—anchored, elegant, entirely at ease with being noticed slowly, if at all.
Her hand tightened slightly on the glass.
She didn’t speak—only lingered, suspended in the charged stillness between you, where the scent drifted like a confession neither of you meant to offer. Proximity made it sharper, more intimate—the air itself bending around the alchemy of your nearness. Some quiet collision of biology and chemistry had transformed it on your skin, altering the structure of the perfume into something richer, more deliberate.
The sweetness she always disdained had collapsed into depth; the brighter notes dimmed to shadow. It wore itself in a restrained manner—opulent, elegant, and impossible to place. It carried the resonance of a memory folded into flesh, the quiet ache of longing kept intact by distance, and something more volatile—the trace of a threshold neither of you had yet stepped across, but now stood impossibly close to.
She started to move again, voice quiet now, a shade lower, caught somewhere between an afterthought and a slip. “Now that’s stunning.”
You looked up from the pages in your hand, irritation flickering first—she always had a knack for interrupting when you were mid-thought, mid-sentence, mid-anything.
“What is?” you asked, the words clipped, automatic, tinged with annoyance.
But the sharpness faltered as your eyes met hers. There was heat there—unmistakable, unguarded—and it caught you mid-breath, your irritation dissolving beneath the heat of her gaze.
She didn’t answer at once. Her glass met the counter with a kind of reverence, the motion slow, deliberate, as though marking the end of one moment and the beginning of another.
Then she crossed the kitchen, unhurried but certain, each step drawn from something quiet and resolute. The air shifted as she moved, the room cinching inward around her, as if everything peripheral had fallen away, leaving only her approach and the silence that followed in its wake.
Something in you stilled, held suspended in the space she’d already begun to close.
When she stopped in front of you, she was close. Closer than you expected. Close enough to feel the slight shift in the air between you, the warmth of her presence like static at your skin.
“You.” Her gaze locked with yours, steady, electric, and something in it held you still—molten, edged with intent that sent a hum through your spine. “May I?” she asked—low, deliberate—as though the question itself was already halfway to being a touch.
You swallowed, throat tight, the air suddenly too thick to draw cleanly. Heat bloomed at the base of your neck, flickering out across your skin, sharp and breathless. Your pulse surged—high, quick, impossibly loud in the quiet. You nodded quickly, eagerly, and even that felt like surrender.
You half-expected her to reach for your wrist, but she didn’t.
Instead, she stepped closer, the space between you tightening to a breath.
Her presence pressed at the edges of your awareness, heavy with intent, and the air felt charged enough to split. Heat gathered at your throat, coiled low beneath your skin, and you could feel the shift in her focus—the way her attention pinned you open.
She tilted her head, slowly, mouth hovering near your neck, her breath close enough to stir the fine hairs along your skin.
When she inhaled, it was slow, deliberate, a pull that felt precise and consuming, as if she meant to take something from you and keep it. It wasn’t perfume anymore. It was you—risen, unguarded, shaped by the tension between her restraint and your surrender.
Your breath caught at the base of your throat—silent, suspended—as if the air itself refused to move with her that close. It trembled there, held captive in your chest, the stillness between inhale and exhale stretched thin and trembling, like a wire pulled too tight.
Her closeness said more than anything she could have spoken—the way she lingered in that sliver of space, her mouth near yours, her breath warm and shallow against your skin. Her eyes stayed fixed on you, heavy with heat, and the air between you felt impossibly thin, as though one more breath might tip you into contact. When she finally leaned back, it was only by inches—just enough to let the ache remain.
Her voice was lower than before.
“That’s… very well chosen.” She paused, and a faint smile barely registered but reached her eyes. “It suits you.”
Deborah stepped back just enough to break the line between you, not enough to let the air settle.
You could barely get the words out, your voice caught halfway to breath. “Thank you,” you managed, quiet, unsteady.
And then the moment seemed to dissolve, softened by movement, by the clink of glass or the rustle of paper—something ordinary reclaiming the space. But the heat of it lingered like a hand still hovering near your skin.
Later, alone, you swore to yourself you’d wear this scent sparingly. Carefully. Only when you wanted her to do that again. Whatever that had just been.
extended author’s note: i bought a new perfume recently and i started thinking about what it would mean for someone—someone she’s used to dominating the room around—to wear something she didn’t approve of. something unsanctioned. but also something that disarmed her. and then i thought: what if she didn’t just notice the perfume—but felt it? felt it the way you feel the heat of someone standing just a little too close. the way you remember the smell of skin on clothing long after it’s gone. this became a quiet power shift. a charged interruption. a moment suspended between resistance and something far more dangerous. all because of a fragrance i bought.
