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Review: Fire and Ice by HoochieMomma

Fire and Ice by HoochieMomma

Summary: “No mutt is going to outrun me. I’m Rosalie fucking Hale.” Rose / Leah femmeslash, Canon. M for mature content.

I love canon slash. It really is the beauty of The Twilight Saga spanning just a couple of years in Bella’s life. When the vampires have existed for hundreds, sometimes thousands, of years there is so much canon time to work with, not to mention the possibility of future fic.

But when an author manages to write a canon slash fic that takes place within the time span of the saga, it’s just that little bit more delicious.

Fire and Ice is one such fic. It’s femmeslash, not my usual bag, but femme + vamp + canon + Leah (who I might have a wee bit of a girl crush on) is totally something I’ll read.

HoochieMomma drags us right into the middle of things without boring us with set up. We get the information we need, and only the information we need to explain the situation.


In a car.

With Leah Clearwater.

I know, right? It doesn’t compute. Anyway. This is all due to stupid Alice’s stupid visions and stupid Edward’s stupid infatuation with the stupid human (if I have to go over it all again, I swear I’ll pull what I’ve heard Jasper slyly refer to as ‘an Edward’ and book a one-way ticket to Volterra). So, to spare us all, the brief version is that fate has conspired with the cartload of stupid to mean that I am, indeed, stuck in my car with Little Miss Furry Ass over here. I check the mirrors then cast a sideways glare. Annoyingly, right now her ass is looking far from furry. In fact it appears to have been poured into pair of faded denim shorts instead, but still. Hello, shorts? In this weather? Let’s hear it for keeping your wolf problem on the downlow with seasonally-appropriate fashion choices. Anyway, between those and the fact that her top is riding up, exposing a flash of toned midriff, the upshot is she’s totally working the accidental slut look.

The sexual tension between Rose and Leah is brilliant. And I just adore Rose’s snark. Stephenie made me dislike Rose in a way that not even her overshare in Eclipse could save. But HoochieMomma has made me like her again. This is canon Rose, but with likeability.

The sight of her has literally stopped me in my tracks. She’s brought me to a standstill at the edge of the trees while I stare and stare. She’s alive; I can hear her heartbeat. She’s built of a smooth mixture of sinew and curves, like she’s been carved. As she turns into the breeze, a fresh wave of her scent reaches me. Just like it did in the car, I find it unsettling, but now it’s mixing with my scent, it’s not entirely repellent. It’s earthy, reminiscent of the woods and of living things. And, oddly, it smells familiar. Where have I smelt it recently…?

Rose makes almost constant reference to the fact that Leah is alive. Her heartbeat, her warmth, her scent. So in character, because it’s the one thing Rose would give anything for—to be alive.

The sex is where I usually glaze over when I’m reading femmeslash. I don’t when I read Fire and Ice. It’s not endlessly drawn out, it’s concise and very hot. The contrast between temperatures is a significant feature, and one of the things I love about a vampire/wolf pairing.

HoochieMomma’s parting gift is the suggestion of Emmett/Jacob. What I wouldn’t do for a companion fic to Fire and Ice 😉

Fire and Ice was Best Canon in The VampSlash Contest. It’s true, we didn’t have many canon entries, which is a great pity, but HoochieMomma definitely deserved this win. It was one of my favourite entries.

Now, just a reminder about the Halloween Fest we’re running. 100 words minimum, no maximum, more details here. Next week I’ll be launching a new feature on the blog where we get obsessive fans experts to profile their favourite character. It should be no surprise that I’m starting with Alec 😉

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Posted by on September 12, 2011 in Contest, Femmeslash, Pack Slash, Reviews, Vamp Slash


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Review: Windows by shoefreak37

Windows, by shoefreak37

Summary: I put my hands against the spots, understanding the dark masses were what kept Rosalie alive. They might as well have spelled out ‘The End’ because that was how I felt—not just a chapter was ending, but my story was done. It began and ended with her.

I’d like to be able to say that I’m sort of an advocate for femmeslash in the fandom, but truthfully, I fail at it. I try, but it really isn’t easy to find the kind of story in this genre that tugs at your heartstrings and makes you all warm and squirmy at the same time. They certainly are few and far between, so I find myself shying away from them more and more lately.

Regardless of my scepticism, I was excited to see some femme come in with this contest, and thrilled that one was actually able to capture me the way that it did.

I love it when stories of friendship bloom into something more, but the way shoefreak brings us into the past without the burden of a huge backstory was fantastic. We only get small hints of the childhood Rosalie and Bella shared, but the way this writer weaves her words, there’s more than enough to draw you in, making you feel almost as if you’re there with them.

She was like skinned knees and grass stains, part of my childhood. Unforgettable, she was, like the first breath of Autumn sneaking in on a summer breeze. Like markers that smelled of fruit, a glue stick colored purple, she was different and she stuck out to everyone…

In so few words, we travel down a road with these characters, watching as they experience true friendship, comfort, exploration, a first kiss…but just as they’re discovering what lies beneath the surface for both of them, all of it is snatched away. Shoe managed to hold on to some of the canon aspects of Rosalie’s would-be death, making this story all the more heart-wrenching.

Bella has never known life without Rosalie, and none of the small details included here fail to convey that loss to the readers.

Glancing at the pictures—high school graduation, packing for college, my first apartment—I can’t help but see the empty spot Rosalie should have inhabited. Each photo features me huddled to the side, leaving a gaping space that has no hope of being filled.

Such beautiful descriptive throughout this story, something I’ve come to expect from this writer. What I didn’t expect, though, was her incredible knack for creating a piece that’s both full of beautiful, undying love, and laced with gruesome gore at the same time. Not a feat easily accomplished by many, in my opinion.

I can’t say much without giving away the entire ending, but I will definitely say that this is very much worth the read. Beautifully written, perfectly paced, different in an unexpected way.

Windows won both best femmeslash, and third place judges vote in the vampslash contest. Be sure to check out the wide array of equally beautiful stories by shoefreak37. She’s certainly got something for everyone.

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Posted by on August 20, 2011 in Contest, Femmeslash, Reviews


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Review: Arcana by solareclipses

Arcana by solareclipses

Summary: Pre-Twilight Volturi, canon AU. 2nd place femslash judges vote, In the Closet Contest. Together for centuries, Sulpicia longs for a deeper relationship with Didyme, the woman who also happens to be her mate’s sibling…

First off, I have to admit that as much as I love slash, I’ve never been drawn to the lady side of slash, so Arcana broke my proverbial femmeslash cherry.  Whether you’re a femmeslash virgin like me, or it’s the only thing you read, Arcana is a must-read.

What solareclipses so artfully does with this story is take a missing piece of the Twilight Saga and give it life.  She makes Sulpicia and Didyme real people – three dimensional characters with motivations and desires and fears.  And she does it in a way that is absolutely believable within Twilight canon.

She is light—so pure, that sometimes I feel I must shade my eyes from her brightness. Wherever her leather-sandaled feet venture, shadows flee, and laughter reigns. Her heart, still though it may be beneath her breast, sees only goodness, for she is only goodness in this den of vampire thieves and hungry lion men.

Solareclipses’ prose is well-researched and beautifully written.  She effortlessly weaves bits of history in with the narrative, creating a richer, fuller experience for the reader.  Though Arcana is only just over 5,000 words, there is no dearth of imagery or affect.  In fact, the story is likely more impactful than if it was twice as long.

At face value, Arcana is only about Sulpicia and Didyme.  However, through the telling of their relationship, their love, we get a glimpse into the lifestyles and lives of the Volturi through the centuries.  We also gain a better understanding of current-day Marcus’s misery and Aro’s need for power and control.

My husband Aro knows of my feelings. How can he not, when his every touch unveils to him my history, my every thought? There are no secrets between my mate and me. He does not hide his anger over my inexplicable desire for his sister, though he is also aware that my infatuation is beyond my control; it is perhaps this fact that annoys him most. I imagine that his gift often confronts him with love and lust for his much happier sibling. […]

The years pass, turn into decades, and then centuries. We witness the rise and fall of societies, participating in some, ignoring most. Eternity is longer than any of us were able to imagine. Velathri becomes Volterrae becomes Volterra, and our coven takes on the name Volturi, growing until Marcus is more frequently required in the great hall with Aro and Caius. The latter two thrive in this new, more powerful environment; Marcus broods without his wife. His angst is understandable; I cannot fathom living without Didyme.

As solareclipses points out in her ending Author’s Note, so often in fanfiction, slash especially, the focus is on the lemon.  We fixate on when a couple will get together, where it will happen, how it will happen, how many times, etc.  But in reality, relationships are largely a waiting game with no guarantee of citrus.  Arcana plays the waiting game well, but not in the typical way.  It’s not a story rife with sexual tension or innuendo, and the story isn’t just the lemon.

The story is the emotion and affection between the two women, strong enough to endure centuries.  And when the two finally do give in to their love for one another it is still more about their connection and less about the physical act.

“Let me see you,” she says, and unlike my hands, hers are calm and gentle. She takes her time, slowly pulling down one shoulder strap and then another; it is the single most pleasurable and torturous feeling I have experienced. My breathing is erratic as I stare into her eyes. I feel as though I am looking into her soul, and it is so painfully beautiful, so perfect, that I wish I could cry, if only to show her how deeply I care. Somehow, Didyme understands this, for she understands me. Her hands leave my dress straps sagging loosely around my biceps, coming up instead to cradle my face. “Shh, shh, shh. I understand, mellita.”

If you’re familiar with the Volturi in Twilight canon, you know that this story cannot have a happy ending.  But that ending just makes the rest of the story that much more poignant.

Arcana is a dynamic tale, one that is full of rich characters and gives the reader an intimate peek inside the walls of the Volturi that we could never hope to get from the original Twilight Saga.  If you’ve ever wondered about the interpersonal relationships within the Volturi, Arcana is a great place to start.  I enjoyed the story and its realism so much that I am choosing to believe it is canon.


Posted by on March 28, 2011 in Femmeslash, Reviews


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