Femslash February 2019
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sparklightMaybe I'll be able to keep up with the whole 28 days for the prompt list I got, but I doubt it... :v Here's two for the first two days either way, Sailor Moon and Moonlight Garden. Will probably keep to those two, unless I throw in some Carmilla (novella) and Carmilla/Laura as well (possibly the BDSM AU I got started earlier).
So the first, while it wasn't actually written for the day 1 prompt (Opposites) on the prompt list I chose AFTER I wrote it, is Haruka/Usagi (or Uranus/Princess Serenity, really).
"Serenity, come with me." Her mother smiled from the top of the terrace stairs, a beckoning hand calling her forward, and Serenity hopped up - almost fell forward when her skirts caught, but Jupiter and Venus caught her with similar but different amused smiles. Smiling sheepishly, she waved the four of them goodbye and left them in the garden, rushing up the stairs and linking arms with her mother.
"Where are we going?"
For a second, her mother... hesitated, her look pensive and distant, before she shook her head, silver hair swaying in its tails, and the look turning into a tilted smile. It was half of a secret, the rest inviting her to knowledge if she was just patient for a little longer. Not that she had ever been that great at patience, but she drew her shoulders up and simply walked the shining corridors with her, until they came to a door like any other - she was pretty sure it led into a parlor, not one of her favourites, but really cute and airy.
"I think it's time you meet some particular people. You shouldn't have occasion to meet them often, but knowing they are there and what service they render might be important, one day."
The door opened under her mother's touch, a bare brush of her fingers, and swung open slowly under its own heavy weight despite the light touch. The Earth was visible as a perfect, shrouded half-circle in the upper left of the row of windows that took up one wall of the parlor, but the stunning blue-green orb, framed by light drapery at the windows, that'd first drawn her eyes was forgotten when three people stood up. They wore suits much like her dear friends did, armour despite how light it was, the skirts short and decorative around their thighs. The light framed them, seemed to catch in their hair and skin and make them glow, and Serenity glanced to her mother, confused. There were other guardians than hers? The question was silent, though, and her mother tipped her head in equally silent answer, drawing her forwards into the middle of the room. Held her other arm out to the three by the couches, and the gesture alone drew the darkest of them forward.
"Guardian of Time, Sailor Pluto," Queen Serenity said, a small, private and strangely sad smile on her face as she took one of Pluto's hands and transferred it to one of Serenity's, Pluto kneeling as she kissed the back of it, "she guards our home from the depths of space, but also has a very special charge. I wouldn't pull her away from it normally, but... this seemed important."
"Princess." Pluto's voice was soft, a dark timbre in the bright room, and Serenity found goosebumps slither up her arm, a weight in her chest. Not because the beautiful woman was scary, because she certainly wasn't, but when she stood up, her bright garnet eyes meeting her own, there was... She almost wanted to cry, right then, because the distant weight in them was like the shadow of ages she sometimes caught in her mother's gaze, but more so. Even more so however, she seemed... uncertain. Her eyes were on Serenity, yes, but her weight seemed poised to have her leave, not because she might necessarily want to, but it seemed to Serenity she wasn't comfortable, felt like she shouldn't be here.
"Pluto. Thank you for coming!" So she smiled and took Pluto's hand in both of hers, squeezing it. "I'm glad I could meet you."
And, she realized as she said that, she were. She might not know her at all, but there was some slight tension in the hand she grasped that eased up as she squeezed it, and she settled on both of her feet, heels clicking softly, at her smile, her words. It just made her smile wider, though it softened too. She didn't understand, but rather wished she could help. Pluto curtseyed to her, a small, brief flash of a smile on her eyes, the look in her red eyes unreadable but soft, before she glanced to her mother.
"My Queen. I should leave."
Queen Serenity's chest shuddered with her breath, a bare moment of unsteady strain as she nodded. Leaned in and brushed a kiss to Pluto's cheek, and Serenity watched the exchange with wide eyes.
"Yes, of course. I apologize for drawing you away, but thank you for taking the time." And she smiled then, amusement and near teasing in her eyes at the word time, and Pluto chuckled softly. Shook her head and bowed to her mother, then, right before she left, reached out... let her hand drop before it brushed Serenity's cheek, and with a last look to her mother, she was out of the room.
The door closing behind them, the second guardian stepped forth even before her mother had gestured her forward, and Serenity watched with an embarrassing amount of guilty jealousy. She moved much like Mars did, easy elegance and grace in every movement, and while she often had the same sort of unthinking grace herself, it sometimes seemed so much trickier, more conscious than Mars ever were, than this woman seemed to be.
"Soldier of the Sea, Sailor Neptune." Her mother took Neptune's outstretched hand, squeezing it, then let go to let her take Serenity's hand herself, kneeling over it with the hand pressed to her forehead before she stood up, a small smile on her face.
"Princess. I am pleased to be able to meet you." Her hair almost seemed to move subtly, despite that there was no open windows or doors for a breeze to come through, and there was a light in her eyes that seemed to turn the blue into backlit water. Serenity caught herself staring, and ducked her head, embarrassed but, of course, not for long.
"I know you're probably busy, but hopefully it won't be the only time," Serenity said, the smile easy and becoming even more so when Neptune smiled - there was a distance there that she couldn't figure out, a sort of fond longing, but it didn't seem judging, not by the way her hand was squeezed before Neptune dropped it, giving her own curtesy.
"If we're lucky, who knows?" She stepped aside, her hand briefly brushing the mirror that hung at her hip, but didn't leave, standing by the door and clearly waiting for the third member of the little group. She might have glanced to Neptune some more, caught by the slim elegance that seemed to radiate from her, but the third came forward and when she looked up to meet her gaze, something in the young woman's face caught her. Much like the other two, she seemed distant, holding herself still and straight, but there was a weight to her gaze.
"Soldier of the Heavens, Sailor Uranus." Her mother's arm swept forward, but in comparison to the other two, she didn't take her hand. She brushed a slim, toned arm, but that was it, and Uranus nodded to her mother and then turned to Serenity with a certain alacrity in her movements. Took her hand surely, and then, she bowed, sweeping, efficient elegance in the movements, and with the sword at her hip, she could just as well have been wearing a suit and armour instead of her skirted uniform; it would have been just as fitting.
"Princess." Uranus knelt then, and kissed the back of her hand in the same movement, and all Serenity could think of was she moves like the princes on Earth. Not that she was supposed to know that, and maybe it was that they moved like her, but either way her heart was suddenly beating heavily in her chest, and she curled her hand a little more around the one holding hers, long fingers enclosing around her palm. "I've been waiting to meet you."
She looked up, and while the smile was teasing, nearly inapproriate, maybe, and it stirred a secret heat in her chest, it was sincere and Serenity hoped her mother hadn't noticed. Laughing, she squeezed the hand holding hers and surely the pink heat in her chest would stay there (she hoped it was).
"I hope I lived up to your expectations!" She wondered how she could, with the beautiful Neptune at the door behind them, but the thought was fleeting, a delicate bird gone on a wind that smelled green and fresh, so much like the wind did on Earth, and barely stirred the strands framing her face, and the moment of open warmth in Uranus' expression made her hope she had.
"Of course, Your Highness. How could you not?" She was serious in that moment as she stood up, bowing again over her hand, and Serenity could swear her shoulders were wider in that moment, her hair a little more wind-swept despite there being no wind in the room, the windows closed. "I'm merely happy to get the chance to confirm it in person."
Their gazes met, and while she let her hand drop in the same movement, it seemed the grip lingered, like time had slowed down. Serenity wasn't sure why, but the soft curves and sharp lines of Uranus' features drew her in, and the light in her eyes, not as distant any more, made her want to lean in. Uranus' weight shifted, and perhaps she'd intended to lean in as well, but she turned it into a half-pivot away as their hands each met a thigh, their grip well and truly lost.
"Well, I'm, glad. Thank you so much for taking the time," Serenity said, and that wasn't what she wanted to say - she'd wanted to say something like she'd said to Neptune, about hoping they could see each other again, but these Guardians had their tasks, surely, and they were Guardians besides. The fluttering warmth of her chest didn't belong, just as much as her constant desire to go down to Earth shouldn't exist. Serenity swallowed the words and smiled, turning around and curtseying to both of the Sailor Guardians by the door. They left, then, and the room seemed... emptier. Serenity frowned, staring at the door, but even the twisting, stunned giddiness in her chest couldn't distract her from a thought that bubbled up. One, two, three... plus her own four friends...
"Mama, what about Saturn?" Serenity asked, glanced up to her mother, and swallowed at the look on her face, even if the measured look wasn't angry and didn't even seem to really be levied at her.
"Saturn sleeps, and should be left sleeping, bunny. Come, lets go back to the garden."
They did so, and if Serenity was disappointed to not pass Uranus and Neptune on their way to leave, well... no one needed to know.
The second, for day 2 Pink, is Moonlight Garden, Hyewon/Dohwa and a kind of alternate take on Dohwa's first bloom? Or less... alternate take just a snapshot elaboration with some slight differences from canon, I suppose. Look I just wanted to do some introspection while porn.
Dohwa trembles under her hand, making it seem like the buds on the branches spreading down from her neck, over her shoulder, towards her breasts, are shuddering in a faint wind. Her hips cant upwards, the begging demand as wordless as it falls from her lips in gasps for more, now. Another little branch of peach buds stretch out over Dohwa's skin, and as if in concert, her hair turns just a shade lighter. It's less rich brown and more the colour of cherry wood, now, spread out on the thin yo she'd found stashed away in the small, unused storage room. What had once been an unobtrusive hint of pleasing peach flowers is now a riot of blooming teasing her nose with their scent, like standing under one of the flowering peach trees in the garden.
"U-unnie---" Dohwa gasps, shoves not one, but two, knuckles into her mouth, and bites down on them, twisting against her hesitant hands. She's never been on this end, before. It's always been her on the yo, gasping wetly, trembling in desperation. She'd always felt foolish, afterwards. Sure that she looked pathetic, weak. All she can see now, though, as a fine lattice of dark branches topped with not-yet-blooming pink blossoms over pale skin, is passion.
Maybe they are truly pathetic. Maybe they are nothing but mindless wantons once a month, offering themselves up for the warm hand and mouth of any nearby woman who might be able to pay, but there's a stark beauty in it, too. A life, trembling on the cusp of a need to be so alive, so full of pleasure and pain, it can't think.
"Mistress!"
Hyewon shudders as Dohwa cries, her breath stuck in her throat, hot and thick. Her insides are throbbing in time with the echo of Dohwa's voice, and she has to take a breath to control herself. She can't lose herself in this, can't actually let the reciprocal wave of strengthening pleasure, like every second touching Dohwa is fine-tuning her nerves, ratcheting the pleasure higher, swallow her. She needs to be in control.
"Shh, Dohwa. I am helping."
She squeees Dohwa's breasts, soft in her hands and spilling over, and Dohwa shudders like she has struck her, her toes curling and throat arching. She leans in to kiss that arch as Dohwa presses her hot, slick core against her hand with twitching little jerks. Spots a stark line of spidery black in the corner of her eyes, and turns her head. Maps out the buds of pink over Dohwa's skin, down towards her nipple, and as Dohwa squeezes around her fingers, arching up against her in a single, long thrust and she bites down on the nipple, Dohwa's hair turns pink, and the peach blossoms spread over her torso blooms.
So the first, while it wasn't actually written for the day 1 prompt (Opposites) on the prompt list I chose AFTER I wrote it, is Haruka/Usagi (or Uranus/Princess Serenity, really).
"Serenity, come with me." Her mother smiled from the top of the terrace stairs, a beckoning hand calling her forward, and Serenity hopped up - almost fell forward when her skirts caught, but Jupiter and Venus caught her with similar but different amused smiles. Smiling sheepishly, she waved the four of them goodbye and left them in the garden, rushing up the stairs and linking arms with her mother.
"Where are we going?"
For a second, her mother... hesitated, her look pensive and distant, before she shook her head, silver hair swaying in its tails, and the look turning into a tilted smile. It was half of a secret, the rest inviting her to knowledge if she was just patient for a little longer. Not that she had ever been that great at patience, but she drew her shoulders up and simply walked the shining corridors with her, until they came to a door like any other - she was pretty sure it led into a parlor, not one of her favourites, but really cute and airy.
"I think it's time you meet some particular people. You shouldn't have occasion to meet them often, but knowing they are there and what service they render might be important, one day."
The door opened under her mother's touch, a bare brush of her fingers, and swung open slowly under its own heavy weight despite the light touch. The Earth was visible as a perfect, shrouded half-circle in the upper left of the row of windows that took up one wall of the parlor, but the stunning blue-green orb, framed by light drapery at the windows, that'd first drawn her eyes was forgotten when three people stood up. They wore suits much like her dear friends did, armour despite how light it was, the skirts short and decorative around their thighs. The light framed them, seemed to catch in their hair and skin and make them glow, and Serenity glanced to her mother, confused. There were other guardians than hers? The question was silent, though, and her mother tipped her head in equally silent answer, drawing her forwards into the middle of the room. Held her other arm out to the three by the couches, and the gesture alone drew the darkest of them forward.
"Guardian of Time, Sailor Pluto," Queen Serenity said, a small, private and strangely sad smile on her face as she took one of Pluto's hands and transferred it to one of Serenity's, Pluto kneeling as she kissed the back of it, "she guards our home from the depths of space, but also has a very special charge. I wouldn't pull her away from it normally, but... this seemed important."
"Princess." Pluto's voice was soft, a dark timbre in the bright room, and Serenity found goosebumps slither up her arm, a weight in her chest. Not because the beautiful woman was scary, because she certainly wasn't, but when she stood up, her bright garnet eyes meeting her own, there was... She almost wanted to cry, right then, because the distant weight in them was like the shadow of ages she sometimes caught in her mother's gaze, but more so. Even more so however, she seemed... uncertain. Her eyes were on Serenity, yes, but her weight seemed poised to have her leave, not because she might necessarily want to, but it seemed to Serenity she wasn't comfortable, felt like she shouldn't be here.
"Pluto. Thank you for coming!" So she smiled and took Pluto's hand in both of hers, squeezing it. "I'm glad I could meet you."
And, she realized as she said that, she were. She might not know her at all, but there was some slight tension in the hand she grasped that eased up as she squeezed it, and she settled on both of her feet, heels clicking softly, at her smile, her words. It just made her smile wider, though it softened too. She didn't understand, but rather wished she could help. Pluto curtseyed to her, a small, brief flash of a smile on her eyes, the look in her red eyes unreadable but soft, before she glanced to her mother.
"My Queen. I should leave."
Queen Serenity's chest shuddered with her breath, a bare moment of unsteady strain as she nodded. Leaned in and brushed a kiss to Pluto's cheek, and Serenity watched the exchange with wide eyes.
"Yes, of course. I apologize for drawing you away, but thank you for taking the time." And she smiled then, amusement and near teasing in her eyes at the word time, and Pluto chuckled softly. Shook her head and bowed to her mother, then, right before she left, reached out... let her hand drop before it brushed Serenity's cheek, and with a last look to her mother, she was out of the room.
The door closing behind them, the second guardian stepped forth even before her mother had gestured her forward, and Serenity watched with an embarrassing amount of guilty jealousy. She moved much like Mars did, easy elegance and grace in every movement, and while she often had the same sort of unthinking grace herself, it sometimes seemed so much trickier, more conscious than Mars ever were, than this woman seemed to be.
"Soldier of the Sea, Sailor Neptune." Her mother took Neptune's outstretched hand, squeezing it, then let go to let her take Serenity's hand herself, kneeling over it with the hand pressed to her forehead before she stood up, a small smile on her face.
"Princess. I am pleased to be able to meet you." Her hair almost seemed to move subtly, despite that there was no open windows or doors for a breeze to come through, and there was a light in her eyes that seemed to turn the blue into backlit water. Serenity caught herself staring, and ducked her head, embarrassed but, of course, not for long.
"I know you're probably busy, but hopefully it won't be the only time," Serenity said, the smile easy and becoming even more so when Neptune smiled - there was a distance there that she couldn't figure out, a sort of fond longing, but it didn't seem judging, not by the way her hand was squeezed before Neptune dropped it, giving her own curtesy.
"If we're lucky, who knows?" She stepped aside, her hand briefly brushing the mirror that hung at her hip, but didn't leave, standing by the door and clearly waiting for the third member of the little group. She might have glanced to Neptune some more, caught by the slim elegance that seemed to radiate from her, but the third came forward and when she looked up to meet her gaze, something in the young woman's face caught her. Much like the other two, she seemed distant, holding herself still and straight, but there was a weight to her gaze.
"Soldier of the Heavens, Sailor Uranus." Her mother's arm swept forward, but in comparison to the other two, she didn't take her hand. She brushed a slim, toned arm, but that was it, and Uranus nodded to her mother and then turned to Serenity with a certain alacrity in her movements. Took her hand surely, and then, she bowed, sweeping, efficient elegance in the movements, and with the sword at her hip, she could just as well have been wearing a suit and armour instead of her skirted uniform; it would have been just as fitting.
"Princess." Uranus knelt then, and kissed the back of her hand in the same movement, and all Serenity could think of was she moves like the princes on Earth. Not that she was supposed to know that, and maybe it was that they moved like her, but either way her heart was suddenly beating heavily in her chest, and she curled her hand a little more around the one holding hers, long fingers enclosing around her palm. "I've been waiting to meet you."
She looked up, and while the smile was teasing, nearly inapproriate, maybe, and it stirred a secret heat in her chest, it was sincere and Serenity hoped her mother hadn't noticed. Laughing, she squeezed the hand holding hers and surely the pink heat in her chest would stay there (she hoped it was).
"I hope I lived up to your expectations!" She wondered how she could, with the beautiful Neptune at the door behind them, but the thought was fleeting, a delicate bird gone on a wind that smelled green and fresh, so much like the wind did on Earth, and barely stirred the strands framing her face, and the moment of open warmth in Uranus' expression made her hope she had.
"Of course, Your Highness. How could you not?" She was serious in that moment as she stood up, bowing again over her hand, and Serenity could swear her shoulders were wider in that moment, her hair a little more wind-swept despite there being no wind in the room, the windows closed. "I'm merely happy to get the chance to confirm it in person."
Their gazes met, and while she let her hand drop in the same movement, it seemed the grip lingered, like time had slowed down. Serenity wasn't sure why, but the soft curves and sharp lines of Uranus' features drew her in, and the light in her eyes, not as distant any more, made her want to lean in. Uranus' weight shifted, and perhaps she'd intended to lean in as well, but she turned it into a half-pivot away as their hands each met a thigh, their grip well and truly lost.
"Well, I'm, glad. Thank you so much for taking the time," Serenity said, and that wasn't what she wanted to say - she'd wanted to say something like she'd said to Neptune, about hoping they could see each other again, but these Guardians had their tasks, surely, and they were Guardians besides. The fluttering warmth of her chest didn't belong, just as much as her constant desire to go down to Earth shouldn't exist. Serenity swallowed the words and smiled, turning around and curtseying to both of the Sailor Guardians by the door. They left, then, and the room seemed... emptier. Serenity frowned, staring at the door, but even the twisting, stunned giddiness in her chest couldn't distract her from a thought that bubbled up. One, two, three... plus her own four friends...
"Mama, what about Saturn?" Serenity asked, glanced up to her mother, and swallowed at the look on her face, even if the measured look wasn't angry and didn't even seem to really be levied at her.
"Saturn sleeps, and should be left sleeping, bunny. Come, lets go back to the garden."
They did so, and if Serenity was disappointed to not pass Uranus and Neptune on their way to leave, well... no one needed to know.
The second, for day 2 Pink, is Moonlight Garden, Hyewon/Dohwa and a kind of alternate take on Dohwa's first bloom? Or less... alternate take just a snapshot elaboration with some slight differences from canon, I suppose. Look I just wanted to do some introspection while porn.
Dohwa trembles under her hand, making it seem like the buds on the branches spreading down from her neck, over her shoulder, towards her breasts, are shuddering in a faint wind. Her hips cant upwards, the begging demand as wordless as it falls from her lips in gasps for more, now. Another little branch of peach buds stretch out over Dohwa's skin, and as if in concert, her hair turns just a shade lighter. It's less rich brown and more the colour of cherry wood, now, spread out on the thin yo she'd found stashed away in the small, unused storage room. What had once been an unobtrusive hint of pleasing peach flowers is now a riot of blooming teasing her nose with their scent, like standing under one of the flowering peach trees in the garden.
"U-unnie---" Dohwa gasps, shoves not one, but two, knuckles into her mouth, and bites down on them, twisting against her hesitant hands. She's never been on this end, before. It's always been her on the yo, gasping wetly, trembling in desperation. She'd always felt foolish, afterwards. Sure that she looked pathetic, weak. All she can see now, though, as a fine lattice of dark branches topped with not-yet-blooming pink blossoms over pale skin, is passion.
Maybe they are truly pathetic. Maybe they are nothing but mindless wantons once a month, offering themselves up for the warm hand and mouth of any nearby woman who might be able to pay, but there's a stark beauty in it, too. A life, trembling on the cusp of a need to be so alive, so full of pleasure and pain, it can't think.
"Mistress!"
Hyewon shudders as Dohwa cries, her breath stuck in her throat, hot and thick. Her insides are throbbing in time with the echo of Dohwa's voice, and she has to take a breath to control herself. She can't lose herself in this, can't actually let the reciprocal wave of strengthening pleasure, like every second touching Dohwa is fine-tuning her nerves, ratcheting the pleasure higher, swallow her. She needs to be in control.
"Shh, Dohwa. I am helping."
She squeees Dohwa's breasts, soft in her hands and spilling over, and Dohwa shudders like she has struck her, her toes curling and throat arching. She leans in to kiss that arch as Dohwa presses her hot, slick core against her hand with twitching little jerks. Spots a stark line of spidery black in the corner of her eyes, and turns her head. Maps out the buds of pink over Dohwa's skin, down towards her nipple, and as Dohwa squeezes around her fingers, arching up against her in a single, long thrust and she bites down on the nipple, Dohwa's hair turns pink, and the peach blossoms spread over her torso blooms.
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Date: 2019-02-03 06:43 am (UTC)I am not familiar with the second canon, but the responsive flowers are a gorgeous idea and your descriptions are very vivid C:
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Date: 2019-02-03 12:23 pm (UTC):D Thank you! It was fun to actually write something in this canon that played with it!
And it's a fantasy story set in (fantasy) ancient Korea, where one part of the female population are born as "flower maidens" and go into heat once a month after they are 20 where their particular flower bloom over their body - if they don't have sex, and if that sex isn't with a woman, they die. They also happen to die after they're thirty so... the story follows a not-yet-mature flower maiden as she tries to create a cure and also gets off on the wrong foot with the new mistress of the brothel all flower maidens are forced to live in.
(over here, if you wish to have a look.)
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Date: 2019-02-03 06:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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