#sandmanfemslashweekend

[sandmanfemslashfans]

[ ID. A graphic in a blue gradient showing Gault, Death, Lucienne, and Johanna from the Sandman Netflix. White text at the bottom reads Sandman Femslash Weekend. End ID. ] (Credit to @seiya-starsniper for the lovely graphic 💖)

Hello, Sandman fans!!! There are so many lovely characters to play with in the fandom, but the mods at @sandmanfemslashfans are particularly fond of the lovely ladies of The Sandman show and comics. In order to celebrate some of our faves, we've decided to put together a small event to celebrate the fantastic femslash pairings in the fandom!

Prompts:

Friday, October 13th

• Bad Luck

• Meet-Ugly

• Inspired by a favorite song

Saturday, October 14th

• Meet-Cute

• Favorite _______ (favorite place, favorite food, favorite article of clothing, etc.)

• Inspired by a book or movie

Sunday, October 15th

• Accident

• Night out

• Inspired by a photo from your camera roll

Rules:

1) NSFW content is allowed! Bring on the smut! All we ask is that you please tag accordingly/use community labels so people who don’t want to see such content can avoid it easily. 2) No gender-swapped versions of male/male ships, so no Dreamling, no Corintheus, etc.

Our askbox is open if you want to shoot us any questions! Looking forward to appreciating some femslash with all of you :D

[seiya-starsniper]

When the dream touches ground, the demons walk in - HellMuse (AO3)

Rating: Mature | Status: Complete | Chapters 1/1 | Words: 10.3K

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rescue Missions, Johanna Constantine saves Calliope from Ric Madoc, Imprisonment, Dubious Consent, Johanna Constantine pretends to seduce Ric Madoc, BAMF Modern Johanna Constantine (The Sandman), Angst, Psychological Horror, Johanna Constantine fights against literal nightmares

Summary: When Johanna Constantine is hired to investigate Richard Madoc by a jealous author who suspects he is using magic to help his writing, the last thing she expects is to find a muse locked in the man's bedroom, kept prisoner to give him inspiration. In order to free her, Johanna will have to confront her past with Rachel and come face to face with a power she's never encountered before.

My contribution to @sandmanfemslashfans's Femslash Weekend Event! This fills in the Day 1: Prompt - Meet Ugly

This fic was based off this AMAZING POST by @teejaystumbles, thank you for inspiring so so so many plot bunnies with this post 💖💖💖

[writing-for-life]

Thinking of an extremely rare (but real) pair for Sandman Femslash Weekend with somewhat unusual storytelling.

As in: One tells the story end to beginning, the other beginning to end with scenes intercutting (told in first person each) and only one scene in the middle that’s experienced at the same time (probably in third).

Would people even *want* to read this?

Does it sound too complicated (it’s not in writing terms, but short, non-linear scenes might not feel intuitive to read)?

Is it too depressing because… you know (I’m not gonna change the general arc)?

I just always felt they deserved a bit of love and their story to be told. I’ve been carrying this baby for a long time, but I just never had the time to write it. I still don’t for a novel length fanfic, but a one-shot might be doable.

Should I?

[raspberryjellybrains]

I wrote a ficlet for this, but it was kinda bad. so here's barbiewanda for sandman femslash weekend!!!!!! it was for "favorite food" bc wanda was gonna make barbie her favorite kind of cake (strawberry and chocolate with pearls) when her girlfriend oh so evilly ruined the surprise with kisses

(@sandmanfemslashfans !!!)

[tryan-a-bex]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rose Walker/Barbie (The Sandman), Chantal/Zelda (The Sandman), Jed Walker & Rose Walker, Lucien | Lucienne & Rose Walker, Barbie (The Sandman) & Martin Tenbones, Fiddler's Green | Gilbert & Rose Walker Characters: Rose Walker, Barbie (The Sandman), Chantal (The Sandman), Zelda (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Fiddler's Green | Gilbert, Jed Walker, Martin Tenbones, Nuala (The Sandman), Matthew the Raven Additional Tags: First Kiss, Writer's Block, Dreams, Self-Discovery, Post-Divorce, Inspiration, Gardens & Gardening, Library of the Dreaming (The Sandman), The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Name Changes Summary:

“Rose! Look who came back!” At Chantal’s cheerful greeting the teal-haired woman in a leather jacket and cuffed jeans at the kitchen island turned around to face Rose. “Rose!” she called, reaching out with a huge smile. “Barbie? Is that you?” Rose stepped forward into a big hug, marvelling at the changes in her friend’s appearance. “It is me! Do you like my haircut?” She ran her hand through her short, asymmetrical undercut as Rose catalogued the pink, purple and blue pin on her jacket and the simple teal blouse which was unbuttoned to reveal a white camisole underneath. “You look amazing! How are you doing? Why are you here? I mean, we’re so happy to see you! But why are you here?”

[despairoftheendless]

The Sandman Femslash Weekend

Saturday the 14th - Based on a Movie or Book

Desunity but make it... ✨ Moulin Rouge ✨

Set in the late 1920s, Unity is a young bohemian whose upper crust family has recently disowned her over her artistic aspirations. Not to be discouraged she packed a bag and traveled across the pond to Manhattan. There she finds herself in a bustling burlesque club headlined by an alluring performer known only as Desire, Almost immediately Unity is bewitched by them. Their purring voice, Their golden brown eyes, Their..long, long legs..

But with Desire having sworn off love completely and being forced to escort for the wealthy playwright Eramus Fry in order to secure his sponsorship of the club will Unity ever win their heart? Or are these two star-crossed lovers doomed to a tragic ending?

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@sandmanfemslashfans @thesandwomen

[ladyaponoia]

Sandman Femslash Weekend

Friday the 13th - Meet Ugly & Bad Luck

You can't tell me that the Queen of Despair and the Sovereign of Hell wouldn't get on like an old wooden house and a lit match

@sandmanfemslashfans @thesandwomen

[chaosheadspace]

Meet cute Johanna and Lucienne 👀

Thank you for sending this in!

I've had so much fun writing Jo. She's such a disaster. I love her. I didn't even intend to write her as a smoker, but she looked at me and said "girl, you gotta give me something." Here you go:

[cafephilewrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gault/Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman) Characters: Gault (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman) Additional Tags: Shapeshifting, Tentacles, First Time, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Consentacles, Monsterfucking, Dreams and Nightmares, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Library of the Dreaming (The Sandman), Not Beta Read, POV Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman) Summary:

"What brings you here, Gault? Not that I am not glad of your company," Lucienne hastens to add because it is true, and she would not want the dream to feel unwelcome.

"Are you?" Gault asks. "You never seemed to like me much before."

Gault visits Lucienne in the library to clear the air. They end up doing far more than that.

My first entry for @monsterfucktoberbingo (tentacles) and also @sandmanfemslashfans Femslash Weekend (prompt: favorite place).

[sandmanfemslashfans]

The Sandman Femslash Moodboards

Gault the Shapeshifter/Lucienne the Librarian

[two-hands-toward-the-sun]

a riveting behind the scenes look at @sandmanfemslashfans headquarters (aka my and @honeyteacakes’s dms):

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[mod sunbreak posts the johanna/lucienne ship name poll in the evening]

[the following dms to mod honey ensue]

11:34pm: HELLIBRARIAN SWEEP!!!!!!!!!

[gif of argentine footballer angel di maria celebrating a goal by kissing his hands and then making a heart shape]

4:23am: Fuck Jocienne is coming in from behind…

5:35am: IT’S JOCIENNE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

[gif of “dale! con la silla!” from shrek]

[the “garfield! speak to me!” meme edited to say “hellibrarian” instead of garfield]

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currently constantienne is making a valiant effort to overtake hellibrarian and, sadly, it looks like jocienne may be out of the running.

[seiya-starsniper]

Heads up, Seven Up

I'm a millions years late with this but thanks for the tag @ironwoman359!

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

From my little project for Femslash Weekend: a Johanna rescues Calliope fic!

“Who are you?” the woman asks, then shakes her head quickly, as if deciding the question is not important. “No, you must go, if he finds you—” “If who finds me? Do you mean Madoc?” Johanna asks alarmed. She gets her answer when the woman’s eyes widen in fear. “Is he keeping you hostage?” Johanna presses. The other woman seems conflicted as she considers her answer, which is more than enough of an answer for Johanna. She moves to grab the woman’s hand but she jerks it back and shakes her head. “I can’t,” she says sadly, devastated even. “I can’t leave this place.” “What do you mean, you can’t leave? Are you trapped here? Is it a spell? Are you fae?” Johanna asks, but before the other woman can answer she hears the creak of the stairs. Shit. Madoc probably noticed she was gone too long.  “Go,” the woman commands her. “I could not bear it if he trapped you too. Please.” Johanna nods and whispers, “I’ll be back,” which seems to surprise the woman. But before she can respond, Johanna is quietly pulling the door shut and considering her options. She can’t just leave this woman behind, but she knows she doesn’t quite have the tools to confront Madoc directly. While the woman in the bedroom definitely gave off a supernatural vibe, Madoc himself was not possessed or a supernatural being himself, so nothing currently on her person will necessarily work on him except for— An idea suddenly forms in her head and Johanna steels her nerves before marching over to the only other door in the hallway, which she knows is probably Madoc’s own bedroom. She turns the knob and has her foot halfway in the door when she hears Madoc’s voice behind her.

Tagging @tryan-a-bex @bazzybelle @valeriianz @arialerendeair @softest-punk @tj-dragonblade @honeyteacakes

[writing-for-life]

As It Was Before The Otherness Came

A one-shot fic for #sandmanfemslashweekend (also on Ao3 if you prefer to read there, chapters are linked), chapters only for structure.

Chapters: 13 (3,773 words) Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Mature  Warnings: Major Character Death  Relationships: Modern Johanna Constantine/Rachel Moodie  Characters: Modern Johanna Constantine (The Sandman TV), Rachel Moodie, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless  Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Developing Relationship, Sex, Moving In Together, Break Up, Emotional Baggage, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Canon Compliant, Canon, Swearing

Johanna Constantine and Rachel Moodie are recounting their developing and failing relationship in short, intercutting scenes. Johanna tells her story from end to beginning (she is starting with Rachel's death), and Rachel from beginning to end (she starts with how they met). There are only two scenes in third person (at the exact midpoint and the very end), the rest is written in first person POV by the individual character.

If you find the intercutting, non-linear structure hard to follow, you could try to read Johanna and Rachel separately before putting them back together.

The song inspiration is "As it was" by Hozier.

Sex in ch. 2 but not particularly explicit language, so I don’t think we need a community label. Let me know if you prefer I put one on.

Chapter 1: Demons (Johanna)

It was pissing down in a way I hadn’t experienced for a while. I mean, it’s London, but on that night, it was something else.

As I stood there, waiting for him, I couldn’t help but think that she really was a good person.

And that’s the fucking unfairness of it all. Would be easier to say I didn’t care about her, and maybe it’s true. Maybe I didn’t care enough. It’s me who isn’t a good person. People just get hurt if they get too close to me. Too much darkness, inside and out.

I let her get close. At least for a while. Until I felt it—the dimming of light. The expectations. The domestic shit. And I told myself that’s all it was—feeling tied down. She wanted the happily ever after. I couldn’t give her any of that. Too many demons. Not the real ones, although they’re part of the problem. Sort of. But the demons I’m talking about are mine, and mine alone. And when she looked at me that final time before I left her with him, I wished I’d never let her close enough to see them. Because once she had, she wanted to get to the bottom of it all, and she kept on trying. But that’s not how it works. It never does because it’s true:

I ruin everything I touch.

The sound of his steps took me out of my thoughts.

“She died in peace. In her sleep…”

Chapter 2: It was all it took (Rachel)

It all happened so fast. And it was clichéd:

She cut in right in front of me like a complete bitch, I said, “Excuse me?!”

The side-eye. The husky laugh. The, “Sorry, love…” mixed with a raised eyebrow.

The glances across tables that finally made me burst out laughing. Her confused look, quickly replaced with an inappropriate grin. Only that I didn’t find it inappropriate.

Her wiping everything off my kitchen table before pinning me down.

My legs around her hips.

That hoarse voice of hers that had been driving me insane for the last couple of hours. “Tell me what you want.”

“Show me what you’ve got…” I put my hands on her hips and began to direct her.

She closed her eyes for a second and exhaled before opening them again. Those brown eyes that were blazing like all the fires of hell.

One of her hands moved down my flanks. When she reached my hip, she ran it between our bodies and began touching both of us.

“Trying to make me come first?” I moaned.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t…” I could hardly control my voice.

“Better do something about it, then.”

I ran both of my hands between us and put them on hers.

“Like this?”

“Fuck…” She moved with me, touching me, touching herself. I felt the dampness between us, my own stickiness on my hands.

The table creaked, and its surface was hard and unforgiving. It was uncomfortable, and I didn’t care.

She pulled her hand away and propped herself up on her elbows, cupping my face. No, not cupping. Clasping. Hard. “Keep on doing what you’re doing.”

I bent my knees and pushed my feet into the table. I felt her and myself. I heard her and myself. But alI could see was her. The little frown between her eyebrows. The colour of her eyes that seemed to change from brown to black right in front of me. The mouth I wanted to kiss but didn’t because I was too busy looking at her and feeling her.

Creaking, rubbing, pressing, sensing. My mind was clouded, my body aware. I touched, she pushed. Her breath hitched, her eyes closed.

Speeding up, the sound of her voice, the feeling of her breath.

A moment of stillness, slowing down.

Her hand reached down and rested on my hands for the briefest of moments before she removed them. “Put your hands over your head and let me touch you.” Her voice was breathless.

She finally kissed me while holding my hands in place with her left and touching me with her right. She breathed into me, I breathed into her. It only took her seconds to make me come. It was sweet, it was painful, it made me tighten and open up at once.

It was all it took. I knew I wanted more of it. More of her, even if she hadn’t shown me much. I wanted to find out…

Chapter 3: Save the light (Johanna)

She was asleep. I lay awake. And I had been for the last 3 hours.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The nightmares were worse than ever. Her light would fade if she stayed with me.

I’d tried to provoke her far too many times over the last couple of days, and I hated myself for it. Honestly, I wanted her to break up with me. But she didn’t get the hint. She didn’t mind arguing. She always said it was “healthy”. Fuck no, nothing that involves me is healthy. And that’s why I needed to let her go. And if she wouldn’t leave me, I’d have to leave her to save her light. She meant something to me, whatever it was, and I couldn’t afford that. Neither did she deserve to go down with me.

I got up and got dressed, grabbed a few things and left the rest. For a moment, I thought I should have taken everything I had brought into her flat over the past months, but then she’d immediately know. And I didn’t want her on my back. Or maybe I lied to myself and, for a split-second, thought it was a way back in if I changed my mind.

But when I quietly closed the door behind me, I already knew I wouldn’t…

Chapter 4: Moving fast (Rachel)

She was so beautiful when she laughed, and it’s not that she never did. But it was usually some sort of sneer, a grin with an underlying hint of jadedness, a smile that looked like it was covering up some kind of hurt. But this one was real.

“I should go home soon,” she said, a smile still tugging at the corners of her mouth.

I leaned forward and kissed one corner. “You could stay tonight.” Then the other. “Or you could just…stay?”

She immediately moved back and looked at me like only Jo looks at you. As if you’ve got two heads. As if you’ve completely lost the plot.

“Woah, moving a bit fast, aren’t we?”

And there it was. The sneer. But I was having none of it and just kissed her again. I felt a tiny bit of resistance at first, but not as much as I had feared. She finally gave in.

“Just stay tonight,” I mumbled against her lips. “We could cook together, maybe watch a film, and you could just pretend to be my girlfriend for once.”

She snorted. “I’m not pretending, it’s just…”

“Well, that’s it settled then,” I interrupted with a grin.

She smiled back, and that one was real…

Chapter 5: My nightmares, her dreams (Johanna)

I felt exhausted and drained. Seen things no human should ever see, and it had been a close one. Again.

When I opened the door to her flat, a part of me hoped to find comfort in her arms, felt like talking about what had happened tonight.

Past the point, not her stuff to worry about. What was I even thinking?

And in any case, she was waiting for me with a face like thunder.

“Where have you been?”

“Come on, Rach, not that shit again.” For fuck’s sake, she’d been crying, I could see it in her eyes.

“Well, yes, that shit again. What do you expect me to say if I’m worried sick about you? I can't take the constant worry. And you’re never honest with me!”

“When did I ever lie to you?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “When were you ever honest when you get calls in the middle of the night, when you just disappear, when you come back stinking of god-knows-what?”

I felt a surge of pain and anger, but I quickly swallowed it. It wasn’t her fault. How could she even remotely understand?

Deep down, I knew she was right. I would never be able to be truly honest with her, not as long as my world was one of demons and nightmares while hers was one of humans and dreams.

So I turned on my heel and just said, “I’ll let you cool off a bit and come back later.”

“Yeah, just run away, like every time things get too close!” she called after me.

And once again, she was right…

Chapter 6: Light is armour (Rachel)

She had this funny little ritual. Every night, before we went to sleep, Jo told me a bedtime story. She was really great at it, spinning tales of adventure and slaying demons—always demons. And of course she was always the heroine of her stories (even if she pretended she wasn’t), and sometimes, she would even save me (even if she pretended it was someone else).

I found it hilarious and endearing—here was the woman I loved, who always seemed so tough, but she was like a little kid when she described epic battles against terrifying creatures that threatened the peace of some random kingdom.

She would talk about wielding a magical sword that could cut through any darkness, and wearing armour made of pure light.

“How does that even work?” I snorted. “You must be butt-naked under that.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “It’s not me!”

“Okay, then whoever she is, she’s still starkers. Light isn’t armour.”

She looked at me, and her expression changed. “Maybe it is.”

And of course I knew they were more than just bedtime stories. That there were struggles behind it all, disguised as fantasy. That Jo had hopes and dreams, hidden under a mountain of fear and insecurity. And I didn’t know how to help her through it all because she still wouldn’t let me.

But right then, as we lay in bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace, and I’m sure she felt it, too.

Chapter 7: Pulling the drawstrings (Johanna & Rachel)

Johanna rang the doorbell and waited. It took Rachel a while to buzz her in, and it took Jo an even longer while to get up the stairs. When Rachel opened the flat door, she was soaking, a towel wrapped around her. It didn’t stop her from leaning in to kiss Jo and getting her wet in the process.

“Oy,” Johanna grinned.

Rachel’s gaze dropped to the bags that lay on the floor. “Moving in?” She smirked.

“Well, I need to keep some stuff close by and might as well just leave it here at the moment.”

“Right.” Rach raised her eyebrow and couldn’t stop grinning. “Come in then. Want me to take any of that?”

“Nah, just get yourself dried and decent.”

“As if.”

Jo rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, I need to unpack a few things.”

Rachel petted her lip in mock-disappointment. “Okay, just get started, I’ll be with you in a few…”

“What’s that?” Rachel asked, dressed in jeans and a jumper, a towel still wrapped around her head.

“I’ve no clue, honestly, It’s some old pouch I got while…” She hesitated. “Can’t remember where I got it, but I never even managed to pull the drawstrings open.”

“Let me…”

Johanna threw the leather pouch at Rachel, who nearly dropped it.

“Careful,” she grinned.

“I always am, aren’t I?”

Chapter 8: Sand (Rachel)

She’d just left me standing there like an idiot. It was the first real argument.

No, it wasn’t even that because we hadn’t exactly been fighting. I had asked questions. Okay, maybe I had raised my voice a little, but I had been sitting at home for hours, feeling worried about her, not knowing where she was. And it hadn’t been the first time. Her phone was always switched off. In fact, it was near always switched off. It was sometimes impossible to get a hold of her. And when I had told her that she wasn’t honest with me, she had completely stonewalled me before running away.

I felt my eyes welling up with tears again, and it annoyed me. So I got ready for bed. I lay there for hours, tossing and turning, and couldn’t get to sleep. I wandered back into the living room and switched on the TV. When I sat down on the couch, the leather pouch on the coffee table caught my attention. We both hadn’t managed to open it, even after trying repeatedly, but I didn’t have anything better to do, so I tried again. But no matter how hard I tried, it didn’t work.

“Honestly, I will just pretend I can open you with sheer willpower and belief, you stupid thing. Abracadabra,” I joked. And believe it or not, all of a sudden, the pouch was open. Just a tiny crack, maybe the size of a shirt button. But it was enough to take a peek. It was hard to tell what it was, so I turned it over gently.

Sand?

I brought my hand up to my face and carefully sniffed it to make sure that’s what it was.

I can’t remember what happened after, but I do remember I woke up the next morning, and that I hadn’t had such nice dreams in ages…

Chapter 9: Just a few bags (Johanna)

I honestly spent a lot of time with her, which wasn’t like me at all. And it just felt so fucking nice to have someone to come home to for once. But was I truly coming home to her?

Emotionally, maybe. But I was still only staying overnight. Well, on the nights I could. Big step for me though.

I second-guessed myself. Too rash? Too cautious? Missing out on something I knew I shouldn’t really allow myself?

For a brief moment, I actually thought, “Shit, Jo, you’re really getting in too deep.”

And the very next moment, she encroached on my mind like a flippin’ vision. Her smile, her laugh, her kindness, her passion.

How we spent time together. Me, doing shit like cuddling on the sofa and cooking. And of course we were fucking each other senseless, but that wasn’t it. I was always able to get that somewhere if I really wanted to. It was the way she made me feel. When I was with her, I was happy for a moment. I took a glance at the shitty photo booth shots of us, and I even looked it.

Was I ready for this?

Not really because it wasn’t just about me. It was about her.

Maybe I was overthinking it, letting fear get the better of me. And honestly, I should have.

It wasn’t moving in to just dump a couple of bags to make life easier, was it?

Chapter 10: As it was (Rachel)

It was okay for a short while. She’d come back, but she became more and more distant. The smiles were sneers again. The bedtime stories stopped.

Well, most of the time, she wasn’t even around at bedtime. If she was, the sex was still great, but I sometimes thought that was the problem. Because everything else had stopped. The real conversations, the watching stupid comedies together, the actual closeness.

I woke up at half past three, and she was gone. Again. And I was so fucking tired of it all. 

Tired and unable to sleep.

The pouch of sand was in the drawer of my bedside table. It helped me sleep. I didn’t have the faintest clue what this stuff was because it honestly just looked like sand. Maybe I just made up things in my mind, maybe it was true what they said about placebos: If you really believe something works, it will.

So whatever this stuff was, it worked.

I took a small amount and probably inhaled a bit too deeply because I immediately knew something was off.

When I came to, I was shaking, but I remembered the dream. It had been of her. Of us in a photo booth, and going on a walk together that ended up having her pin me against a tree, kissing me, letting her hands wander a bit too much and only stopping when a few people passed. 

And while it had been a dream, it was also real. Because that’s what we had done.

And I cried, and I wanted it all back.

I took a bit more sand and held on to the pouch. Maybe if I did it again, I could finally get to sleep…

Chapter 11: Snapshots (Johanna)

I don’t really have good days that often, I admit it. But that day was one of them. I had just decided to take her out. Properly, in a sort of old-fashioned way, because I knew she was into it, and I liked that about her to be honest.

We had lunch, and I, the woman who usually eats like a horse and doesn’t look too dignified while she’s at it, could hardly eat at all. All I could do was stare at her like some idiot, and it was fucking ridiculous.

As we entered the park (she wanted to “walk off the calories”, I just asked, “Why would you even say that?”), we stumbled across a vintage VW camper van that had been converted into a photo booth.

And of course she wanted to give it a try. I said no, probably 20 times, but she ultimately won.

Lots of funky props and costumes, and I honestly couldn’t believe she roped me into that shit—hats and sunglasses, feather boas and tiaras.

“Come on, Rach, let’s at least have a few shots without all the crap.”

“Okay,” she smiled, and we tried to get a few serious ones. Not that it worked.

Anyway, we ended up with a few I really liked and wanted to keep. She, of course, also wanted all the other ones, so we ultimately walked out with two sets of four prints.

When we walked home, I just pulled her off the path and kissed her. Well, maybe something else, too. But I remember clear as day it was the first time I actually felt I liked her a lot more than I wanted to let on…

Chapter 12: Whatever here that's left of me is yours (Rachel)

It hurt.

I couldn't even remember when I last got out of bed.

At first, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to sleep, get over the fact that she really didn’t come back this time. That she had left me without even having the guts to tell me. But it was impossible to get to sleep without the sand. And the more I took, the more I needed. To get rest, and to keep the nightmares at bay. Those nightmares that got a hold of me because of it but would also go away with it.

And then, I couldn’t get out of bed physically. Whenever I tried, the pain was so severe that I immediately had to lie back down. I stopped eating at some point, which didn’t help. But whenever I managed to get rest and dream of her, it didn’t matter. At some point, the hunger just stopped.

It was waking up that was agony, not sleeping. It was not dreaming that parched me, not the fact that I didn't drink.

I couldn’t remember when I’d last been to work. The phone had rung non-stop for a while, but I physically couldn’t answer. Maybe there were people at the door at some point. Maybe I’d let them in, maybe I hadn’t, because I couldn’t remember if I'd even managed to get up at any point. It was all a haze.

I lay there, wondering where it all went wrong. What had gotten me into this state. Why I couldn't breathe, why I was in so much pain. But it would all ebb back when the dreams came.

I counted to 100…

Chapter 13: Stark sights and dark nights (Johanna, Rachel & Dream)

“Jo, is that you?” Rachel’s voice sounded thin and brittle. “That’s such a wonderful dream.”

Johanna stepped towards the bed. “It’s me Rach. It’s going to be okay.” She took her hand, but the mere touch made Rachel whimper in pain. She looked at him. “What’s happened to her?”

“It’s the sand, it wasn’t meant for humans.”

He carefully removed the pouch from Rachel’s hand. The desperation that washed over her was so immediate that Johanna had to close her eyes for a second.

“No, no, no, give it back. Please, it hurts.”

He turned around almost immediately. “We can go.”

“What? We can’t go, we can’t leave her like this!” Johanna called after him.

“We can’t help her, the sand was the only thing keeping her alive.”

“You have to do something. If it wasn't for your sand, she wouldn't be like this!”

His expression was completely emotionless. “I'm not the one who left her with it.”

It was the moment Johanna lost all composure. “What is wrong with you? You want your sand back so you can save all of humanity? Well, here she is! But we're all just like Roderick Burgess to you. All you care about is your sand, your power. What is the point of you?” She swallowed hard and was back in control. “Well, you got your sand back. Why are you still here if you won't help?” And with that, she turned her back on him.

He hesitated before stepping closer to the bed. “Wait outside.”

Johanna looked at him briefly with an almost imperceptible nod.

Rachel was shaking violently, and Johanna sat down on the bed. “Rach…”

“I’m so sorry, Jo.”

She stroked Rachel’s head. “It’s my fault, all of it. I should never have left it with you.” She held and steadied her hands. “I should never have left.”

Rachel looked at her with glazed eyes. “You came back though, didn’t you?

Johanna gave her a small smile. One of the real ones. When she kissed her lightly, it all got too much. She got up and began to make her way out. As she reached the bedroom door, she heard that little voice in her head: 

No matter what he said, you really should stay.

And as always, she was good at ignoring it…

Tagging @sandmanfemslashfans @honeyteacakes @two-hands-toward-the-sun @lucienne-thee-librarian @seiya-starsniper

[raspberryjellybrains]

In Pursuit of Peace and Quiet

By hotdoggityfrog for @sandmanfemslashfans ‘s femslash weekend

Death's got a roll of camembert that would be great if anyone would actually let her see her girlfriend.

Death of the Endless/Lucienne the Librarian

Death of the endless, Lucienne the Librarian, Dream of the Endless, Fiddler's Green, Matthew the Raven

Fluff, a little bit of angst, picnic date, lucienne deserved a raise

[tryan-a-bex]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gault/Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman) Characters: Gault (The Sandman), Lucien | Lucienne (The Sandman), Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Nuala (The Sandman), Unity Kincaid, Fiddler's Green | Gilbert, Jed Walker Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Shapeshifting, Flower Symbolism, plumbing, Slime, Orcs, Centaurs, Angels, Library of the Dreaming (The Sandman), The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman) Series: Part 9 of A Quiet Love with Wings Summary:

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.”

@monsterfucktoberbingo @thesandwomen this is for you!

[despairoftheendless]

Sandman Femslash Weekend

Sunday the 15th - Night Out

In which Wanda takes Barbie out for karaoke and they both get really drunk

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@sandmanfemslashfans @thesandwomen

It had been six months since Ken left Barbie- But Wanda reminds her that this just means it's the 6 month anniversary of her ditching that dweeb and moving to the big city, Thus cause to celebrate!

So instead of laying in bed and moping Barbie gets dressed, dusts her face with glitter and follows Wanda onto a bus heading to Chinatown.

Wanda takes her to a hole in the wall Japanese karaoke bar with a sign reading THE WHITE KITSUNE in bright neon letters. They split a big plate of shrimp gyoza and do shot after shot of sake that makes Barbie's throat burn in the best way.

Once they're nice and liquored up they make their way to the karaoke machine. Wanda starts them off because she's always been the confident one. She croons out a cover of "Love is a Battlefield" and Barbie can't help but think of how beautiful her singing voice is.

Next it's Barbie's turn, she decides to be bold and selects "I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me)". As she sings Wanda cheers her on from the sidelines and she tells herself the warm blush growing on her cheeks is just from the sake.

Next came even more sake and a particularly off-key rendition of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"; After that a cover of "Like A Virgin" where Wanda nearly fell over trying to spin like Madonna. Finally to end off the night they chose a duet to "Total Eclipse of the Heart".

As they harmonized as best as their slurred speech allowed they held each other's gaze. Cool blue eyes meeting warm brown in the dim lights of their shared karaoke room.

The subway ride home was surprisingly packed for the late hour. Without a seat to flop onto Wanda opted to nestle herself into the corner as Barbie leaned weakly against a metal pole and tried not to puke.

A sudden jolt lurched Barbie off. She would've fallen to the dirty floor if Wanda hadn't been quick enough to pull her close, Placing a strong hand on her back to keep her in place.

Barbie rested her head against Wanda's chest for the rest of the ride home.

She yawned and closed her eyes, Feeling perfectly safe despite the grime and crime of the New York subway system.

It was nice knowing Wanda was around to catch her if she fell.