#gaulcienne

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inspired by "The Butterfly Couple" J.C. Leyendecker (1923)

(liked both color palettes so I included both!)

prints now available

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The Dragon Rider

Lucienne and Dragon!Gault by @designtheendless , for my fic: (546 words, teen)

Lucienne walked over to Gault, reaching up to stroke behind her ear and caress down her neck, the way she knew she liked in whatever form she took.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Because this other fic won their contest 😭😂💜! Thank you so much! It’s gorgeous!!!

[ritartist42]

It's been a while lol

The gif turned out kinda crunchy (and it's old, I got better in the mean time), but I love them and they look so chill here

I wanted to make a gif from my animation for a while know.

Still stuggling with exams, but almost over!! Only 2 left, yay

[ml-nolan]

Kick's 2024 Roundup

I was getting a little down today because I didn't write nearly as much as I wanted to this year, but hey! That doesn't mean I shouldn't celebrate what I was able to write. Right?

Starting with Hannibal Fics...

Sick of the Chase But Hungry for Blood

Rated E + Graphic Depictions of Violence. (27,112 words)

Summary: After the fall, Hannibal and Will regroup at the home of someone who may be just as dangerous as Hannibal himself. Though he thought he'd be dead by now, Will instead has to negotiate two egocentric killers and finally sort out his feelings for Hannibal.

This was my first fic in this fandom and my longest one of the year. Had so much one I'm making it into a series. Just finished the first chapter of the next fic in the series this past week:

Keeping Myself Alive Through Your Empathy

Rated E + Graphic Depictions of Violence. (4892 words - WIP)

After evading the FBI, Will and Hannibal hole up in a cabin deep in a Pennsylvania forest to heal their wounds and their relationship. As winter melts into spring, another predator on the run turns up to find his usual safe house is occupied.

Excited to keep working on this one, and hopefully more in the series, in 2025. 😊😊😊

When I Ain't Drinking, You Know You'll Find Me Crying

Rated E + chose not to use archive warnings (4,838 words)

“Help me understand, Will.” If Will didn’t know better, he would think it was a plea. He licks his dry lips, still touched with the creamy coffee bean flavor. “It’s not intimacy with you, or intimacy with men, it’s intimacy in general. I’ve only ever had sex when I was drunk.”

After they flee Baltimore, Hannibal and Will's first night in Florence goes sideways. The next day goes much, much better.

Apparently this one is wholesome, but I think y'all know I have trouble with writing toxic relationships 😂😂😂 BUT I AM WORKING ON IT. In the meantime, if you like them sappy and sweet, this is the ticket.

Upcycling

Rated Teen & Up + No Archive Warnings (1,677 words)

“Will, what are these?” He picks one up and tips the lid toward himself to examine a cartoon bird next to the slogan That’s One Crunchy Pickle! “They’re glass jars.” Will’s voice has flattened, and a frown wrinkles his forehead. “Is there a problem?”

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Just days since embarking on a romantic relationship, Hannibal asks Will to procure something for him. He's puzzled by the results.

I cracked myself up with this one, ngl.

Moving on to The Sandman...

These are all very short and sweet written back in January when I had the bandwidth for prompts!

Coffee Smell and Lilac Skin

(Dreamling, Teen & Up, 627 words) Hob can't say it's not delightful to be waited on by a king.

Postlude

(Dreamling, Gen, 1,162 words) An epilogue to 2023's Music When You Speak. Dream receives two important additions to his new home.

Joy in the Morning

(Dreamuse, Gen, 453 words) Calliope is greeted by sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows of their bedroom, and already she knows it will be a good day.

You're Here in My Head, Like the Sun Coming Out

(Gaulcienne, Gen, 556 words) Nightmares need assistance in the library just as anyone else might, and one nightmare has been visiting more commonly as of late.

Aaaaand can't forget a little TMA!

Just Some Doodles

(TimGerry, Rated Teen & Up, 636 words) Set around chapter 10–11 of Hiding in Plain Sight. Tim finds himself too preoccupied thinking about Gerry to get anything done. Based on the prompt: creating art inspired by them

Just an Animal Looking for a Home

(TimGerry, Rated E, 40,464 words - WIP) When Tim Stoker came to Pinhole Books, it was like someone jammed a foot on the accelerator of Gerry's life. After a health scare, a wedding to his (let's be honest) soul mate, and the exponential growth of the shop, it's showing no signs of slowing down.

Now, Pinhole is opening a second location, their beloved Fiona Law is retiring, and Tim and Gerry are bringing a new canine member into their family. But even good changes can be overwhelming, and Gerry finds himself dealing with old trauma he thought he'd left far behind him. Plus, Tim is unexpectedly forced to face old conflicts, which takes him places where Gerry can't follow.

With all these stressors on top of the typical growing pains that come with a still-new marriage, Tim and Gerry have to learn to work through their issues together.

It's either that or fall apart.

I was a little hesitant to include this since I only posted a couple chapters and I feel bad that it's so old and still not done, BUT. I did work on it this year and it has not been abandoned. One of my very very few resolutions is to finish it this year, hopefully sooner rather than later.

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Ok! That's all folks! Fingers crossed for good health and more writing in 2025. Love y'all!

[b-plot-butch]

I know we tend to (understandably so) focus on the “you look gorgeous, Gault” moment when we look for a basis for a deeper relationship between Lucienne and Gault, but actually the scene that sticks out to me the most in that regard is when Dream banishes Gault.

We see how defensive Lucienne can get about Dream when she and Corinthian encounter each other at the end of "Imperfect Hosts," but there's absolutely no hint of any similar animosity when Lucienne addresses Gault in this scene

and as Lucienne watches Gault and Dream argue with each other, I'd say she looks...quietly distressed, like it pains her to watch these two particular people go head to head.

It would also make this scene more upsetting for Gault herself, since Lucienne--a former friend or lover--seemed to be siding with Dream instead of her, and of course Gault wasn't present to see Lucienne later stick up for her.

Then there's the way Lucienne disagrees with Dream's decision to banish Gault and directly tells him so. That can definitely be chalked up to just Lucienne's innate moral compass, but it would add an extra dimension to that conversation if Lucienne and Gault actually were close at one point.

[sandmanfemslashfans]

The Sandman Femslash Moodboards

Gault the Shapeshifter/Lucienne the Librarian

[seiya-starsniper]

36 or 37 for the smut prompts for Lucienne/Gault? 👀👀👀

37. A is usually reserved when it comes to intimacy and emotions. When in public, B does something that breaks A. A pulls B close and whispers to them: "I need you. Now." || AO3 Link Here

This is 100000000000% one of my favorite dynamics absolutely feral for this aposdkapodkaso. It's not a birthday celebration without femslash, and this is nothing but pure, horny filth, with Lucienne losing control of all of her senses because of Gault. Enjoy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Of all the places one would have expected to lose their grip on proper behavior in public, Lucienne had put summer carnival at the very bottom of her list. Hell, she didn’t even have a list, because years of handling Morpheus’s public affairs had ensured that she almost always had to be the put together one out of the two of them. Even today, on her day off for a date with Gault, Lucienne was always carefully aware of her surroundings, of the people who looked a little too long at the two of them, of all the potential places for photographers and tabloid journalists could hide, despite the lack of her famous employer's presence.

All of Lucienne’s carefully crafted masks go right out the window when Gault slams the hammer into the strongman machine, careening the puck so hard into the top of the tower that the ground shakes with how loud the bell rings. 

There’s a moment of stunned silence, the only noise in the air being the echoing reverb from the machine. Then, almost all at once, a giant round of applause and cheering breaks out around them. The strongman attendant is stuttering half in awe, half in fear, as he leads Gault to the array of comically large stuffed animals for her prize. Gault grins mischievously at Lucienne every few moments, and were she thinking more clearly, Lucienne would be more wary of that look, because it surely meant Gault would pick the most obnoxious prize possible and find a way to place it on Lucienne’s desk come Monday morning. 

As it was, however, Lucienne only had one goal in mind, and it was to get them both out of the public eye immediately. 

Gault was Morpheus’s bodyguard. She was strong, and incredibly capable, Lucienne knew this. She’d interviewed Gault herself and taken an active part in the hiring process. She knew the woman could pick up Morpheus with one arm and carry him over her shoulder over long distances, that her strength was a defining feature to why she was hired. And yet. And yet. Lucienne felt that she had never truly appreciated just how strong Gault was until just this moment. And she needed to do something about it right now, or she’d go mad. 

“Luce?” Gault asks as she approaches her, a gigantic rainbow-colored unicorn in her arms. “What do you think of this one?”

Lucienne’s tongue feels like a leaden weight in her mouth. How was it that Gault could look so unfairly attractive carrying such an obnoxious looking thing?

“Luce?” Gault asks, her tone now unsure and concern flitting across her face. Her beautiful, gorgeous face that Lucienne needed to kiss right now.

“Toilets,” Lucienne says instead, finally finding her voice. “I uhm—we need to head to the restrooms. Now.”

Gault raises an incredulous eyebrow, but her shoulders also stiffen the slightest bit, her posture suddenly serious. Lucienne feels a bit bad for alarming her girlfriend, but she’s fairly certain she’ll be forgiven once they’re in private.  

It’s a bit of a task to find a restroom that isn’t portable, and it’s blessedly so far out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the fair that they’re alone when they enter, much to Lucienne’s relief. She locks the door behind her for extra insurance, even though she’s fairly confident they won’t be disturbed this far away from the fairground.

“Luce, what—?” Gault starts, but she’s cut off by Lucienne pushing her up against the wall closest to the door and kissing her senseless. She lets out a soft gasp and nearly drops the unicorn. Lucienne spares her a few moments to place both the stuffed animal and their bags on the counters by the sinks, before she pushes the other woman up against the wall again. 

“What the hell’s gotten into you Luce?” Gault gasps in-between kisses, giggling now. 

“I need you,” Lucienne pants before she removes her fogging glasses and tosses them carelessly next to their bags, “to put your hands on me and in me. Right now.”

Gault barks out a laugh, and Lucienne shushes her first with her palm, then her mouth.

“Be quiet,” Lucienne orders. “Do you want to get caught?”

“Oh please, no one in their right minds would come out this far,” Gault replies, grinning like a cat that’s just caught the canary. “Liked the way I used my strength back there, did you?” she asks, trailing a hand down to undo the button on Lucienne’s trousers. 

“Perhaps,” Lucienne answers, her own hands finding their way just beneath the other woman’s shirt. Gault’s skin is so warm beneath her palms. “Perhaps I want you to ring my own bell instead.”

“Fuck Luce,” Gault curses, and then Lucienne’s trousers and panties are yanked down in one fluid motion, pooling at her ankles. The act was its own show of strength, which sends even more heat between Lucienne’s legs. 

Lucienne yelps as she’s then lifted off the floor, her feet slipping out of her shoes and trousers easily, and then she’s the one pinned to the bathroom wall instead of Gault, her thighs propped up over the other woman’s arms.  

“Oh,” Lucienne gasps as Gault’s fingers trail along her folds, already dripping wet with her desire. She moans as the other woman thumbs at her clit, then slips two fingers easily inside her. Gault has never had her in this position before and Lucienne is quickly realizing this has been a complete oversight in their sex life. 

“You really like that, huh?” Gault whispers huskily into her ear, before she licks a teasing stripe along the shell of it. Lucienne’s always been sensitive about her ears, she’d been teased for their unusual shape as a child, but Gault loved them, and always made sure to lavish upon them.

“Yes, oh god, yes, right there,” Lucienne moans as Gault’s fingers find that one sensitive spot inside her, her thumb only pressing gently against her clit now. She ruts her hips against Gault’s fingers, chasing her pleasure higher, higher. Gault seems to know when she’s close, because her thumb suddenly resumes its assault on her clit, and Lucienne has to bite into her own hand to muffle a scream as her orgasm crashes into her.

“Fuck,” Lucienne moans when he feels her mind returning to her body. 

“Fuck, indeed, I need to take you to carnivals more often,” Gault laughs, before she gently places Lucienne on the countertop. She bends to pick up her panties and trousers, then hands them to Lucienne with a wicked smirk on her face. Lucienne is too blissed out to care.

“No carnivals necessary,” she says instead as she places her glasses back on her face. “But, if you’re willing, I can show you just how much I appreciated your show of strength at home.”

Gault grins and picks up the unicorn. “Let’s get out of here then.”

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A few weeks later, Morpheus receives a package with a carnival sized stuffed black cat inside of it. The attached note card has a photo of Lucienne and Gault smiling in front of…a strongman machine? Both of them are holding up the cat, which Morpheus now realizes has a frown stitched onto its face.

His name is Meowpheus is the only thing the card says. 

[avoyagetoarcturus]

Unexpected favorite ship of the Sandman series 😍🦋✨👓📚