You Tell Me, sapphically!
Added 2025-12-20 15:02:23 +0000 UTCHow did they meet?
Who approached who first?
Are they running away from something or towards each other?
HELP ME MAKE THE SOUP!
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I’ll be refreshing the “inspired by Gleafer art” tag page in hopes some of these soon to be written fics show up there. 👀 I absolutely love how they are both absolutely gorgeous with completely different body types!
Zolveig
2025-12-22 10:36:18 +0000 UTCI demand ShaxFur.
Dream Fream
2025-12-22 00:23:59 +0000 UTCOoooh😍❤️thank you for sharing this!
Gleafer
2025-12-21 18:00:55 +0000 UTCIt feels like this piece could be taken from this fic, which I'm currently reading. Art prompt, just after the second break of Ch 6, if you're interested. Toni is struck dumb by the view of Azira in a 1950s style two-piece. https://archiveofourown.org/works/71357651/chapters/188065811#workskin
Suzanne Pfonne
2025-12-21 04:51:20 +0000 UTCOoooh so soft! I love it!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 22:18:13 +0000 UTCHow it starts: In her 50th birthday, with two grow children out exploring the world, Azaria decided to tell her husband as lovingly as possible, that she would like a divorce. They laughed and cried, promised to be there if the other needed, and said goodbye as Azaria headed south to her father’s house in the south downs. It was a monstrously large thing she had inherited when he passed a year before. She has been there no more than a few hours before deciding to walk the grounds and get familiar again. Her bags were still packed and the groundskeeper appeared to be out, so she just wanders off in her city attire. Seeing a small song bird in a tree Azaria ventures closer to look only to find herself ass deep in a creek, and rather stuck. No phone, no wet weather gear, she is quickly becoming miserable. “Need a hand?” She turns to see the most beautiful woman she has ever laid eyes on. Tall, deep auburn hair that has lightens in places, freckles on her (why on earth was she looking at her freckles? She’s never admired freckles in her life!) … and a very stylish pair of black sunglasses - which look odd paired with her khaki galoshes and coat. “Oh..ah, hello?, yes I’m rather stuck and very wet”, the redhead chuckled to herself and clambered down the path she had been on. Sticking out a pale and slightly grubby hand, Azaria grabs it is pulled free but manages to inelegantly land atop of saviour with an even less elegant ‘Ooof!’. Glasses knocked free, Azaria meets a pair of bright amber eyes and her heart skips a beat. “Miss, do us a favours and get off me!” “I’m a-sorry. Bit clumsy. Azalea, Azalea Eastgate.” The groundskeepers eyebrows hit her hairline and she makes a few attempts to speak. “Crowley, your groundskeeper. You’re the new owner? Shit - sorry. You can stay there - shit, no I meant - I’ll shut up now.” Both women furiously red, slightly damp and incredibly awkward eventually made their way to standing. This was going to be interesting.
Lady Saintly
2025-12-20 21:51:18 +0000 UTCThat’s beautiful!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 19:16:46 +0000 UTCAzaria waited and waited. Antonia is so obviously the kind of lass who tells you what she wants,. azaria was afraid of being laughed at. It took her a quiet night alone imagining Antonia out partying, only to learn that Antonia was in fact home alone too, because she knew Azaria wouldn't be there... That Azaria realised that whilst Antonia is capable of telling you what she wanted, she was as afraid of her love as the rest of us. She could no more tell Azaria that she needed her than she could ever be anything but beautiful in Azaria's eyes.
Briskie
2025-12-20 19:12:26 +0000 UTCOh my good god, this is just... Delicious. The sheer indulgence of the romantic, relaxed nudity in this. Ack.
Briskie
2025-12-20 19:07:36 +0000 UTCGorgeous plot!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 18:19:59 +0000 UTCLove it!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 18:19:38 +0000 UTCOh I love it!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 18:19:20 +0000 UTCOhhhhh yes please and thank you!
Gleafer
2025-12-20 18:18:48 +0000 UTCAzaria's husband Gabriel is the only man she's ever been with. The only *anyone* she's ever been with. But after ten years of marriage, she's starting to feel like she missed out on so many experiences by settling down so soon, by always being the good girl, making the sensible choice. She doesn't regret marrying Gabriel, no. He's handsome, provides a very comfortable and stable life. But sometimes she wonders what she missed by being so uptight in uni, taking for granted being young and unattached. She'd been free to have a few one night stands, experiment with other girls. But she didn't. She was always too worried about doing the right thing. About being hurt. But when a work -- sans Gabriel -- trip takes her to a new, faraway city, she meets a striking redheaded woman at the bar after a long day of tedious meetings. She can't deny the instant connection she feels. She'd have never considered being unfaithful before, but this feels like kismet, the perfect opportunity to glimpse some of the carefree spontaneity she'd squandered in her youth. *There's no way that Gabriel would ever know. And it's just for here, a one-time thing, not something that could continue beyond this trip,* she justifies it to herself when she lets the woman kiss her. And again when she accepts Antonia’s offer to come up to her room.
ckocek
2025-12-20 16:22:11 +0000 UTCOh yes! Azaria had been engaged, you see, a marriage arranged by her family to a very eligible bachelor however, Aziraphale was as straight as a very wiggly line, that is to say, not at all, though it hardly did to admit it in her family and social circle. Quite the scandal! Antonia Crowley, the flame haired, amber eyed, short skirt wearing unfiltered and unrepentant singer of the band booked for the wedding. Crowley was openly gay, All throughout the rehearsals she’s been gazing adoringly at the bride-to-be who, in her experience doesn’t look nearly as euphoric as brides in waiting are supposed to do. Azaria keeps catching her eye too. Azaria looked a little wild eyed that day, like a horse who smelled smoke and wanted desperately to bolt if the stable door hadn’t been firmly locked and bolted. Her blonde curls slightly frizzed at the ends as if to underscore her mounting tension. Her wide blue eyes darting about nervously and elegant hands wringing nervously in front of her bodice, it was getting harder and harder to witness. Things weren’t right here. Not right at all. Azaria approached Crowley, only to ask her to turn down the noise as it was becoming increasingly difficult to memorise everyone’s names for the damn place settings. However, there never would be a wedding, not the one that was planned anyway. Azaria fled in the night, a frantically packed suitcase stuffed into the trunk of Crowley’s beat up old car, giggles stifled behind painted nails and kind words whispered into Azaria’s hair among the kisses when it all got too much. Now they’re on the open road, discovering each other and themselves. Azaria may have known she was gay but she never knew she was this brave. Crowley never had anyone who cared so much about making her happy, she had a rough life but now she’s tapped into that happiness with Azaria, well, it just keeps bubbling up like a wellspring. One night, with only the coyote’s howling in the distance comes Azaria’s soft voice “show me darling, teach me how to love you”.
Nicola Coxon
2025-12-20 16:15:43 +0000 UTCIt began, as it will end, in a garden by the sea. Zira was standing on a wall, staring off into the distance. It was a beautiful day, but the storm clouds in her mind wouldn't let her feel the warmth. She'd given away her heart to Eve, but Eve had only had eyes for Adam. Her toes teased the edge of the stone, a bit of gravel falling to join the rocks and waves below. She hadn't put up a fight when Eve had walked away. Maybe she should have. Maybe that would have been the right thi- "You'll drop like a lead balloon." Zira started, suddenly aware of the presence beside her. A woman with dark auburn hair and eyes hidden behind sunglasses, staring absently towards the horizon. "Unless you think you'd sprout wings?" She said, considering as she glanced Zira's way. "An angel like you, you just might."
Shelly
2025-12-20 16:15:17 +0000 UTCAzaria Fell is generally very good at pretending to be very happy and satisfied with how her life is going, but she's been persuaded to go on a final solo vacation to the Côte d'Azur before marrying her extremely handsome, conventional, honestly sort of dull fiance Gabriel. One day she gets lost in Saint-Tropez and runs into local waitress Antonine Corbeaulet, who is openly dissatisfied with her life, dreams of bigger and better without quite knowing how to get there, and fascinates her in a way Gabriel never could.
Good Eye Briar
2025-12-20 16:08:45 +0000 UTC
