#rvbfemslashfebruary

[eponymous-rose]

I got a bit of an early start on Femslash February this year, so here's all my 2015 femslash in one place!

Breaking the Rules (Kimball/Carolina)

Cookies (CT/South)

Last Hope (Kimball/Carolina)

Flowers (Kimball/Carolina, comic version by epsilongrif)

Standing Still (Kimball/Carolina)

Expectations (Carolina/Jensen)

Under the Rain (Kimball/Grey)

Nowhere to Land (multi-chapter Kimball/Carolina)

[vlasdygoth]

i felt kinda bad about not doing more for femslash feb so i drew some grey/tex

[queseraawesome]

I can't decide if my favorite part of sexnecticut is Tex looking at South like "You are just enough taller than me to glare down at me and you're hot when you glare let's go destroy stuff and make out" or Tex and South trying to hide how infatuated they are with their tiny short smart girlfriend or South looking at Tex like "You confuse me I should hate you but you are just too much fun let's go have rough sex" (at least in the beginning) or at Connie jerking a thumb over her shoulder and being like "These are my two asshole girlfriends. Are they bickering? Just tell me, I don't want to turn around." or Tex sneaking kisses from South and South getting all flustered and trying to hide it by being pissed off or--

[queseraawesome]

I did it again. Femslash Feb: prompt: Smile

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With promotion comes new perks, new responsibilities. A new cabin, a new team within Red Squad.

New fears.

 Which is why Kaikaina has liberated two dozen cookies and a very large tube of medical lube (just in case) and Volleyball has dragged all of their blankets onto the floor of Katie's new cabin. They're nesting, Jensen curled between them alternating between nibbling cookies and babbling in very specific distress. Volleyball is petting her hair and makes the occasionally cooing noise. Kaikaina has Jensen's head in her lap. (Kaikaina may be also be multitasking comforting and hiding from Lady Bones, because when she finds out Kaikaina was in her supplies again it's just best to wait until it blows over. Like brother like sister.)

"You're gonna be great, LT," Volleyball says.

"I'm not an LT anymore!" Jensen hiccups. "I've been promoted!"

"Can I call you 'Boss' now?" Kaikaina asks. Volleyball sighs at her. "What about Mistress?"

"I don't want to be boss!" Jensen says, flailing a little in despair. "I want to trucks and computers. I like trucks and computers! They don't laugh at you!"

"No one's gonna laugh at you," Volleyball tries. "You know Kimball wouldn't promote you if she didn't believe you can't handle it, if you weren't respected,  she's good at--"

"You're gonna kick ass!" Kaikain chips in. "And you'll be way better at it than, like, my brother. Oh, like, me."

"I lisp!" Jensen retorts, "I lisp, I have a high voice, I'm not good at telling people what to do--"

"Neither are half the Blood Gulch Captains--"

"And I've, like, totally seen you tell off that bitter kid and Tucker's fanboy--"

"and I look like I'm twelve and I'm short--"

"You're not short!" Kaikaina blusters, pulling Jensen's face protectively into her cleavage. Jensen has yet to figure out if she realizes she's doing that when she does the protective-clutch. "You're fun size! Like a fun-size snickers!"

It startles a chuckle out of her. She extricates herself from Kaikaina's chest (regretfully) to look up at her.

"Okay, maybe, but--"

"What am I, then?" Volleyball interrupts, before she can work herself into a spiral again.

Kaikaina leers.

"Twix bar," she says, trailing her fingers up Volleyball's  calves. "Long, thin, and way fun when you get them apart."

Jensen's giggles again. Kaikaina places a chaste kiss on one of Volleyball's knees, her eyes wicked.

"So what're you?" she asks Kaikaina.

"Isn't it obvious?" Kaikaina asks. She arches her back, her considerable cleavage pushed out like a pinup model. "Reese's Big Cup!"

Jensen giggles so hard she snorts, Volleyball rolling beside her. Kaikaina swoops in for a kiss,  and Jensen just has to kiss her, she just has to, and she can feel Volleyball curving over her back, her laughter against the back of her neck, and that tight feeling in the middle of Jensen's chest, it's going away, it's hard edges softened by all the warmth and softness around her.

[annefiction]

Trajectory

Red vs. Blue. Carolina/Kimball. 3300 words. Rated M.   Part 2 of Inroads, a Kimbalina series. [Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] Written for RvB Femslash February.

Barely NSFW. No, there's no smut in this one despite appearances, because I'm a tease like that.

Kimball's physical appearance comes from this lovely piece by misses-unicorn.

* * *

In the uncertainty of post-war Chorus, in the midst of peace talks and negotiations and the tenuous plans to move back to the capital and try and live together like civilized people, Carolina feels a certain inevitability approaching, like the rumble of a tank coming over the ground a long way off.

She is going to wind up in Vanessa Kimball's bed. It is a certainty.

*

Carolina has an instinct for these things. Not an exact science, but it’s the kind of instinct that used to get her laid without much effort anytime shore leave allowed. Walk into a club, make the circuit, and it didn’t usually take more than a couple of conversations before something clicked. Sometimes she’d drag the night out, take her sweet time, even when the person she intended to bang like a screen door was well within her sights (contingent on their interest, of course). Other times, though, she went right in for the kill.

Vanessa Kimball is not the kill. What Carolina feels is not the dark, heady, almost predatory feeling she gets in a dark flashy nightclub in her deadliest skyhigh fuck-me heels and her eyes lined in black. It’s not what it was with Maine, either, the exhilarating sync of movement and mind when they went head-to-head on the training floor, when they kicked the armor for a night and sparred hand-to-hand until they were both breathless and drenched in sweat, and pinned beneath her she saw the way his eyes widened with a look of wonder.

This isn’t that, and Carolina still hasn’t quite pinned it down but there’s a pull, a trajectory she can see like she can see her next three moves mapped out against an opponent, branching one way or another, hinging on possibility, but always arcing toward one final point: victory.

Or in this case: Vanessa’s bed.

*

Not that Kimball has much of a bed, at the moment.

Read more on AO3

[reeberry]

For Femslash February: South/Niner, "evasive maneuvers"

"I said strap in, South.”

"Oh. My mistake. I thought we were going for a joyride."

"We are, we just gotta lose our tail first."

"Shit, you weren’t joking. Copilot’s seat good?"

"No. Cargo. Too distracting, knowing you’re wearing that."

"Well, you know I always like to come prepared."

"You could’ve left off the last word."

"This was supposed to be a routine flight to the fifty thousand mile high club, what the fuck happened?"

"Well, it’s going to be a routine barrel roll, and if you don’t strap in right the fuck now, it’ll also be a routine concussion trip to medial for you."

"Just so you know, "evasive maneuvers" doesn’t always mean "flip the whole goddamn ship upside down", sadist."

"Now, where’s the fun in that?"

[lydia--argent]

Coffee shop Au 5 for kimbalina

5. You left your manuscript on your table and sorry, I looked.

Carolina is seriously considering hitting the next person who gets in her way. It’s the middle of the afternoon, the sidewalk is not that crowded, it cannot be thatdifficult to keep out of her path. But punching the asshole in thebaseball cap looking down at his phone would only slow her down, andshe takes the next corner almost at a run.

Her messenger bag bangs against her hip, and she resists the urge todig through it one more time for her notebook. It has to be at thecoffee shop. She’d gotten some good work done, a few scenes thatcould be definitely be better, but she was tentatively happy with it.It will be great, with some editing, if she can get this manuscriptback.

The bell over the door peals when Carolina bursts into the NewRepublic Cafe. She makes for the back of the shop and the cornertable she’d been camped out at for hours, when she sees the familiarspeckled teal cover and freezes. Her notebook isn’t on the chairwhere she left it, in a rush to make it to the gym before it closed.It’s in the hands of the barista, the one with the warm dark eyes andbangs that brush her cheekbones, who’d refilled Carolina’s mug forfree all afternoon with an easy smile that distracted Carolina fromher work. She’s leaning on the table, a dishrag and spray bottleneglected next to her, and slowly turns a page.

“Excuse me,” Carolina snaps. The woman looks up, startled, andcloses the notebook quickly.

“Sorry if I was prying,” she says, and holds the notebook out. “Iwas hoping to find out how to get in touch.”

It’s a totally reasonable response, but Carolina can still feel theflush rising in her neck. It’s not that she’s not a good writer;she’s excellent. Her father had made it perfectly clear when she’dopted for a creative writing major over pre-med that if this was thepath she was going to take, she was going to be the best. As ifCarolina had thought there was any other option. But the thought ofsomeone seeing her work like that, unfinished and imperfect, makesher feel raw.

“Then I couldn’t stop reading,” the woman continues. “It’samazing.”

“It’s not done yet,” Carolina says, still holding her notebook infront of her chest and running entirely on autopilot. The flush isdefinitely creeping up to her ears now, and isn’t entirely due toembarrassment.

The barista pushes off the table, getting that much closer toCarolina, and brushes her bangs out of her face. “I loved it, forwhat that’s worth. I’m Vanessa.” Her hand is smaller thanCarolina’s, but her grip is strong.

“Carolina. And, well, thank you,” she says, remembering whatmanners are for. “It’s worth more than you’d think.”

Vanessa smiles back over her shoulder when she picks up her cleaningsupplies. “Well, Carolina, think you might be back here again?There might be a coffee on the house with your name on it.”

Carolina grins at Vanessa while she tucks her notebook safely into her bag. “With a promiselike that, how could I stay away?”

[lydia--argent]

Femslash February Challenge: Week 4

Need inspiration for Femslash February? If you’re stuck for ideas, want to branch out, or just really love prompts,notjustsharksfanart and I put together a weekly Femslash February challenge! It’s one set of prompts per week to get your ladylove inspiration going.

It's the last week of this month of months! This last list of prompts is general ideas to intended to inspire. 

(If you’re making something for RvB, the tag is RvBFemslashFebruary! And although we wrote this list with the RvB fandom in mind, it is in no way exclusive.)

Week 4 (2/22 to 2/28): General

1.   Two or more characters switch bodies for a day. 2.   Power outage. 3.   Someone can’t get to sleep. 4.   That did not turn out the way I expected. 5.   Watching fireworks. 6.   Playing truth or dare. 7.   Someone meets their hero. 8.   Going on a road trip. 9.   At a concert. 10. Double date. 11. Camping, intentional or not. 12. Well, at least you tried.