Kink meme
For lovelylytton's Sailormoon kink meme on shitennou_ai
Promptor: lovelylytton
Pairing: Venus/Nephrite (damn her and her non-canon pairings!)
Prompt: "Venus and Nephrite meet in the SilMil. There's mutual attraction, and Venus thinks that he's a pretty thing she could have. Bonus points if it ends in heartbreak on Neph's side."
Rating: PG-13 for sensuality
He sees her by the light of the Moon in the gardens. She is magnificent.
He has seen only echoes and whispers of her. The Stars have foretold much, but they could not capture the slender grace of her body, the shimmer gold of her hair, or the dazzling blue of her eyes. He has looked upon the vision of the goddess herself, and he will never be the same.
***
She has seen him from time to time.
He maintains his distance because he is governed by silly and archaic rules. But she knows the look in his eyes. He is a creature of impulse. He does not hide his intentions. And he cannot resist her. Very few men can. Even his silver-haired commander, though he makes every effort to do so.
The Lord Kunzite is a fool, and she does not suffer fools. She will make him see the error of his ways. And in the mean time, she will use this impulsive stranger to her own ends. He is not altogether unappealing. There is strong muscle in his broad shoulders, and fire in his deep brown eyes unlike any she has seen. She wonders what it is he sees with those mysterious eyes, and she intends that they look only upon her.
It takes very little effort on her part to sway him.
***
In his experience, ladies were gentle and delicate creatures, who were to be treated with care and tenderness in bed.
She is different.
Their coupling is anything but slow and tender. It is frenzied and passionate. It smells of sweat and sex, and it is loud, unadulterated. He has not had his body pushed to these sorts of limits even in war. His muscles tense and his body burns. The line between pleasure and pain has long since vanished. There is no conscious thought to the movement of their bodies. He barely registers when they move from the bed to the chair to the floor to the table and goddess knows where else.
He is intoxicated, and not from the wine. Her scent lingers on his skin and her taste on his lips.
His hands roam. He wants to touch all of her and in every moment. It is as impossible as she is, but he tries anyway because he can’t do anything else. Where his hands cannot be, his lips are.
He wants to consume her, and he is so focused that he barely registers that she is consuming him.
***
He is a vigorous lover. And that is what she wants. She could have had anyone, but she wanted him for this reason. The eyes never lie. The fire in them was not idle, and she has thoroughly enjoyed watching it burn bright.
It has served its purpose.
She has no need for it any longer.
While he sleeps, she leaves his chambers. She thinks she is doing so discretely, but as she shuts the door behind her, the Lord Kunzite comes around the corner.
Their eyes meet.
His are always so guarded. She has always been able to read a measure of attraction and respect in them. But now, all she reads is disappointment.
She is dressed once again, but she feels embarrassingly uncovered in this moment.
His footfalls echo heavily in her ears as he turns and walks away.
***
No one says anything to him. He is broken, and everyone knows it. Kunzite has given him lenience in training, as though he were injured or sick. Jadeite does not tease him, and Zoisite does not pester him.
The silence is deafening, and it grows almost as fast as the void in his chest.
Only the Lady Beryl makes any move to fill it, with kind words of comfort, and slander against the Moon Witch who enchanted him.
***
He sees her by the light of the Moon. And finally he understands.
The stars speak in so many ways and of so many things. But he let the first pretty face turn his head and kept him from listening.
She is beautiful. Her bright green eyes twinkle with honesty and sincerity, and when she smiles, her cheeks dimple and her face lights up.
And he cannot face her. He is not worthy.
He cannot have her. And that is the last straw.
***
When they march upon the moon, he finds her again, weeping over the fallen form of her Princess. Her unruly auburn hair is dirty and matted from the grime of war. When she looks upon him, her face is sad. Her eyes are filled with tears, and the sight breaks even his cold heart. It should not have been this way. But there is no going back.
He can’t stand to have her look at him like that.
***
She is the goddess of love. War is anathema to all she stands for. Her heart breaks at all the death and destruction around her.
This was a good place. It was governed by love and justice. And she was free to be a silly girl who toyed with mens’ affections.
Now, it is a smoldering funeral pyre for innocence.
He approaches her, sword in hard. His silver hair is stained with the blood of many brave defenders of the Moon Kingdom, and his eyes show only hate. His face was always impassive, but the snarl of bloodlust makes him seem distorted and disfigured.
Gone is the handsome and mysterious object of her desire. This monster is all that is left.
She has not the heart to fight him, and she remains stock still as he raises his blade.
For an eternity, he looks into her eyes, poised to strike.
She has closed her eyes, and tears trail down her cheeks as she awaits release.
She can only hear the echo of his footfalls in her ears, and she opens her eyes to see him walking away.
A stray arrow flies over her head and strikes him in the back. He crumples to the ground, and her heart dies with him.
***
They find each other atop a cliff overlooking the ruins of the Palace. The final defense was valiant, but futile. And it was also a futile invasion. There are none left to mount the flag of Earth atop the battlements of the Palace.
So much death, so much reckless hate, and no victory to show for it.
She looks into his eyes, and she sees the anger and the bitterness. But she also sees the hurt and the suffering.
Neither of them can stand it.
So she coils the chain around them and embraces him in one last mockery of love before they plunge to a merciful end.
***
He sees her under the bright Tokyo sun.
She is still beautiful, but so very sad. Her hair should shine and her eyes should be bright, but they languish under the burdens of destiny and memory.
He wishes he could go to her and comfort her. But that is not his place.
That is for his silver haired companion, who now approaches her.
He is too far away to hear what is to be spoken, and it is not his place to hear what he will say.
He does not know what he will say. He only knows that Kunzite needs to go to her.
The stars could have told him this, but they did not need to. Nor did they tell him what would happen. He does not need to know. His heart told him this needed to be done, just as he needed to walk through the door of the bakery and buy a muffin from the brown haired girl behind the counter.
Her laughter echoed inside, and her cheeks still dimpled when she smiled, which lit up her green eyes.
He hoped one of those smiles might be directed his way, but he could not know for sure. He just knew he had to try.
Promptor: lovelylytton
Pairing: Venus/Nephrite (damn her and her non-canon pairings!)
Prompt: "Venus and Nephrite meet in the SilMil. There's mutual attraction, and Venus thinks that he's a pretty thing she could have. Bonus points if it ends in heartbreak on Neph's side."
Rating: PG-13 for sensuality
He sees her by the light of the Moon in the gardens. She is magnificent.
He has seen only echoes and whispers of her. The Stars have foretold much, but they could not capture the slender grace of her body, the shimmer gold of her hair, or the dazzling blue of her eyes. He has looked upon the vision of the goddess herself, and he will never be the same.
***
She has seen him from time to time.
He maintains his distance because he is governed by silly and archaic rules. But she knows the look in his eyes. He is a creature of impulse. He does not hide his intentions. And he cannot resist her. Very few men can. Even his silver-haired commander, though he makes every effort to do so.
The Lord Kunzite is a fool, and she does not suffer fools. She will make him see the error of his ways. And in the mean time, she will use this impulsive stranger to her own ends. He is not altogether unappealing. There is strong muscle in his broad shoulders, and fire in his deep brown eyes unlike any she has seen. She wonders what it is he sees with those mysterious eyes, and she intends that they look only upon her.
It takes very little effort on her part to sway him.
***
In his experience, ladies were gentle and delicate creatures, who were to be treated with care and tenderness in bed.
She is different.
Their coupling is anything but slow and tender. It is frenzied and passionate. It smells of sweat and sex, and it is loud, unadulterated. He has not had his body pushed to these sorts of limits even in war. His muscles tense and his body burns. The line between pleasure and pain has long since vanished. There is no conscious thought to the movement of their bodies. He barely registers when they move from the bed to the chair to the floor to the table and goddess knows where else.
He is intoxicated, and not from the wine. Her scent lingers on his skin and her taste on his lips.
His hands roam. He wants to touch all of her and in every moment. It is as impossible as she is, but he tries anyway because he can’t do anything else. Where his hands cannot be, his lips are.
He wants to consume her, and he is so focused that he barely registers that she is consuming him.
***
He is a vigorous lover. And that is what she wants. She could have had anyone, but she wanted him for this reason. The eyes never lie. The fire in them was not idle, and she has thoroughly enjoyed watching it burn bright.
It has served its purpose.
She has no need for it any longer.
While he sleeps, she leaves his chambers. She thinks she is doing so discretely, but as she shuts the door behind her, the Lord Kunzite comes around the corner.
Their eyes meet.
His are always so guarded. She has always been able to read a measure of attraction and respect in them. But now, all she reads is disappointment.
She is dressed once again, but she feels embarrassingly uncovered in this moment.
His footfalls echo heavily in her ears as he turns and walks away.
***
No one says anything to him. He is broken, and everyone knows it. Kunzite has given him lenience in training, as though he were injured or sick. Jadeite does not tease him, and Zoisite does not pester him.
The silence is deafening, and it grows almost as fast as the void in his chest.
Only the Lady Beryl makes any move to fill it, with kind words of comfort, and slander against the Moon Witch who enchanted him.
***
He sees her by the light of the Moon. And finally he understands.
The stars speak in so many ways and of so many things. But he let the first pretty face turn his head and kept him from listening.
She is beautiful. Her bright green eyes twinkle with honesty and sincerity, and when she smiles, her cheeks dimple and her face lights up.
And he cannot face her. He is not worthy.
He cannot have her. And that is the last straw.
***
When they march upon the moon, he finds her again, weeping over the fallen form of her Princess. Her unruly auburn hair is dirty and matted from the grime of war. When she looks upon him, her face is sad. Her eyes are filled with tears, and the sight breaks even his cold heart. It should not have been this way. But there is no going back.
He can’t stand to have her look at him like that.
***
She is the goddess of love. War is anathema to all she stands for. Her heart breaks at all the death and destruction around her.
This was a good place. It was governed by love and justice. And she was free to be a silly girl who toyed with mens’ affections.
Now, it is a smoldering funeral pyre for innocence.
He approaches her, sword in hard. His silver hair is stained with the blood of many brave defenders of the Moon Kingdom, and his eyes show only hate. His face was always impassive, but the snarl of bloodlust makes him seem distorted and disfigured.
Gone is the handsome and mysterious object of her desire. This monster is all that is left.
She has not the heart to fight him, and she remains stock still as he raises his blade.
For an eternity, he looks into her eyes, poised to strike.
She has closed her eyes, and tears trail down her cheeks as she awaits release.
She can only hear the echo of his footfalls in her ears, and she opens her eyes to see him walking away.
A stray arrow flies over her head and strikes him in the back. He crumples to the ground, and her heart dies with him.
***
They find each other atop a cliff overlooking the ruins of the Palace. The final defense was valiant, but futile. And it was also a futile invasion. There are none left to mount the flag of Earth atop the battlements of the Palace.
So much death, so much reckless hate, and no victory to show for it.
She looks into his eyes, and she sees the anger and the bitterness. But she also sees the hurt and the suffering.
Neither of them can stand it.
So she coils the chain around them and embraces him in one last mockery of love before they plunge to a merciful end.
***
He sees her under the bright Tokyo sun.
She is still beautiful, but so very sad. Her hair should shine and her eyes should be bright, but they languish under the burdens of destiny and memory.
He wishes he could go to her and comfort her. But that is not his place.
That is for his silver haired companion, who now approaches her.
He is too far away to hear what is to be spoken, and it is not his place to hear what he will say.
He does not know what he will say. He only knows that Kunzite needs to go to her.
The stars could have told him this, but they did not need to. Nor did they tell him what would happen. He does not need to know. His heart told him this needed to be done, just as he needed to walk through the door of the bakery and buy a muffin from the brown haired girl behind the counter.
Her laughter echoed inside, and her cheeks still dimpled when she smiled, which lit up her green eyes.
He hoped one of those smiles might be directed his way, but he could not know for sure. He just knew he had to try.