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[flickerintwilights]

glow in the dark

rated T / pre-canon / 2k words

Mineru & Rauru, hurt/comfort, hurt, blood and injury (not too graphic)

(excerpt) Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

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Mineru wasn’t surprised when he wandered off, despite her best attempts to assure him that he wouldn’t have to wait long for her to finish up and there were plenty of points of interest in the general locale of the Factory, anyway, for him to look around at. She knows Rauru doesn’t particularly like the Bargainers — but there is the Wellspring of Courage, and there are plenty of constructs for him to talk to.

But her idea of interesting has always been slightly offset compared to his. After all, he’s never really liked the dark.

She assumes, based on her past knowledge and experiences, that Rauru decided going off to explore would be better than hanging around the factory with only its aimless poes and busy constructs (and her) for company. Like when he first went down to the surface. That time he got lost in the Faron jungle by accident, and a short while after he went into the northwestern mountains with nothing but his winter fluff and some ruby-crafted bracelets.

The margin of difference here, compared to those scenarios, is that it is the Depths and not the surface — one less undeniably alive than the other. Not to mention darker. Therefore, to Rauru: less interesting.

According to that line of thought, the more concerning detail was that he wasn’t back by the time she had completed her objective with the constructs. (It was only the examination of a new prototype crafter construct; they’d needed her to have a more accurate look at the functioning of the new spirit core. He could have waited, there was nothing more she would have had to do.)

So now Mineru has to find her little brother. This has happened before.

Currently, she’s south of the Left-Arm Depot. A steward had designated a few low-level soldier constructs to go look elsewhere. There’s no trail, except for one newly sprouted brightbloom she passed by near the pools, but he can’t have gone too far.

“Rauru!” she calls out, to the same quiet. Her voice sinks into the stone wall to her left and hangs in the still air. The specks of spirit continue their endless drifting, undisturbed, without wind.

Mineru turns east along the other side of the wall. She looks around through the dim light, radiated in soft waves from the brightseeds high above her, extending her spirit slightly to get a sense of what lies beyond her body’s eyes. More trees, more stones, more fireflies, more flowers. The only semblances of a spirit she comes into contact with are drifting poes. No Rauru.

From up ahead, a faint roar wavers the air.

Mineru turns toward it, slowing. Frox are a rare presence in the Depths, mostly driven away from the mines by Zonai warriors long ago. This one must have survived somehow, perhaps a fled child grown to adulthood in the furthest reaches of the Depths, beyond the willingness of her people to seek out.

One this close to the Spirit Temple, and the Construct Factory by extension, is… worrying. The roar itself as well — Frox roar for intimidation, when they see prey —

A cry. Short, cut off, muffled like it’s coming from underwater. Rauru, and the realization hits her like a speartip through the chest so she’s running— sprinting over the stone and it feels slow and wrong and not enough. The Frox roars again. Even from a distance, Mineru feels the stone shiver under her all too solid feet.

Rauru. Rauru is in pain, crying out, and he’s her little brother. She can’t— he can’t—

He shouts, half-strangled and breaking, and light shatters between curled ferns. It’s a futile burst, a desperate attempt at a distraction, and in a second it’s obscured by a massive silhouette that gleams dark on one side — those must be the Zonaite deposits, and on the other side its rearing teeth catch a fragmented splinter of light —

“Rauru!” she screams. The sound rips through the blue-flecked air, almost as if it could reach him, until the stone subsumes it into its depths.

He doesn’t hear her.

Mineru stumbles over a descent in the rock, a cut into the landscape, and she doesn’t see its jaw slam down. She hears a scream.

She pushes herself up, the ordinarily gentle quiet of the Depths replaced by her heartbeat suffocating her ears, forward out of the shallow rift onto the field. The Frox’s obsidian skin is visible now, where it pulls in the light. The curled ferns loom tall over her head.

Rauru is lying crumpled at one of their bases, shirt torn and bloody, fur matted. His right arm is half-draped over the stem at the wrong angle. It doesn’t compute; her mind rejects, flinching, stuttering to a stop. That isn’t how it should be.

The Frox lumbers toward him, predator to prey. It thinks he’s, is he—

Mineru wrenches her gaze away from the arm that grates wrong wrong wrong into her head and sees it, instead. Looming over him, its fangs lifting. Its malignant green eye, starkly vivid against the darkness, stares down at his broken form. His eyes flicker open weakly. It’s the same flash of blue that she’s always known, but its light is faded, dull as the secret stone on his hanging wrist.

It—

She hurls herself forward with a snarl that tears itself out raw and ugly and wordless from her chest, choking, bleeding.

The Frox jumps around to face her with something like surprise in its eye — surprise that something would dare to attack, would dare to come for a broken body with a single thread left for life — not before she remembers the zonaite deposits on its back and reaches out with her spirit and feels the veins of stone and something else that run alongside its blood to its heart.

Her secret stone flares purple from her neck. Her third eye snaps open, and

then she is only (all) spirit, her vision tinged in shades of purple and blue-green. The rest of her senses are sharper, the mess of sounds and sensations cluttering them faded into white noise. Her body is beginning to fold without her, the essence that links it all together, but she’s already moving effortlessly compared to it — borne on the particles of spirit that drift through the Depths and flow in intangible currents beyond normal sight. Faster than a heartbeat.

Zonaite’s unique properties are the result of its being laced and veined with spirit particles, absorbed from years upon years of heavy saturation from the Depths environment. She is intimately familiar with this fact. Working with her people’s technology, built almost entirely from zonaite, has given her countless opportunities to make use of her ability with spirit.

Mineru has never used it for anything other than research before.

But it’s so easy to reach through the wells and flows of spirit in the Frox’s zonaite deposits. And it’s so quick, something of instinct more than rational thought — it hurt Rauru. Her little brother is wounded and bleeding and barely conscious on the ground, and she cannot let him die. He doesn’t want to die. He’s living.

She traces the veins of zonaite through its flesh and out into the others, finds the weak points in each structure and pushes and strains outward at them with her spirit. Simultaneously, the spirit energy in the stone responds to her presence. So she gathers it, tightens it, until it has nothing else to do than—

—burst.

Finally, the zonaite shatters.

The shards of stone exploding outward in every direction don’t touch her, but the sudden release of spirit particles from the stone does, though it only appears as a brief scattering of blue-green dust. The shards of stone don’t touch her, but they do tear into the Frox’s flesh from the inner veins, shrapnel ripping through organs and blood vessels.

It roars, a high keen of pain slipping through the cracks in the sound. A part of her is bothered by the sound; death is not the same as suffering, after all, and Rauru has always been the monster hunter between them. But the rest, the greater part, takes the thought of Rauru and holds it close. This is the only way.

At the same time the Frox’s body is convulsing, ripping itself apart without the seal of zonaite deposits over its back, hers hits the ground. It’s good timing; a larger fragment of zonaite lances through the air where her head had been. Lucky, really. She hadn’t taken the time to consider that outcome when she went to move.

The Frox’s thick-padded limbs crash to the ground. Dark blood runs in thin rivulets down its skin. Its spirit, more a thing of smoke and an inky silhouette than the souls that fill the Depths, bleeds out from the stilled body and wafts away into nothing.

Mineru turns away from it. Her body is lying on the ground in a slightly awkward position, but she’s used to reconfiguring herself to its weight — the bare presence of air on her fur and dust in her eyes.

She pulls herself up without grace, limb by limb. The Frox’s remaining bulk obscures Rauru from view until she rushes past it, in spite of the fact that she’s stumbling and hasn’t regained her bearings nearly enough. Her breathing is loud in her ears again.

Rauru is untouched, at least by her. She’d made sure of it, forcibly redirecting the shrapnel if it went anywhere near him.

It could have been a relief still to see proof. But he’s still on the ground, fur torn and darkened from so many wounds that maybe it wouldn’t even have made a difference. She can still see, when her secret stone glimmers and her vision is touched by faint washes of color, blue flecks drifting from his body into the dark.

No. No no no. He can’t do that.

The darkness of the environment remains when her secret stone goes still and Mineru drops down to kneel beside him. Take his hand in hers and feel for his pulse, although she’s never been good at getting it from that spot, because his neck is too badly bruised — then she lets go, because that’s his broken arm and she hates the way he twitches at the slightest shift to his hand.

She checks the other wrist, ghosting her fingers over it, so she can’t hurt him.

Thump, thump. He’s alive. Barely.

Mineru forces herself to look over his injuries. This close up she can see every contusion on his darker fur, and there are so many — the one around his left eye —

His eyes are a sliver open.

She stops short. They don’t seem to register anything at first, only the eyelashes flutter rapidly, but then his right eye blinks a little wider and she sees blue.

“Mi…Min…” Rauru manages at first. “‘ro‘s—”

“It’s dead,” she says, swallowing back a lump in her throat. “You’re going to be okay.”

He tries to move his arm, and a thin whimper slips out through his teeth. Mineru lays her hand over it lightly, then with more solidity as he releases a quivering breath at the touch.

“S…sorry.”

As gently as she can, in place of a response she doesn’t know if she can give, she presses her forehead to his. The lashes of their third eyes brush; Rauru’s stiff and halting, but he leans into it nonetheless.

Mineru lifts her head back. Rauru’s two eyes are closed; his chest rises and falls in slight trembles. She activates the small zonaite device on her wrist, and a beam of green light appears, running north towards the factory and the medical constructs waiting for a destination.

For a brief moment, it’s all too much like spirit green, zonaite green. (Green like the Frox’s eye.) But those are what so much of her life has always been colored by; the bile passes quickly. The light will be what gets them home.

In the meantime, she settles next to Rauru, and breathes alongside him in the quiet dark, and grasps his hand in hers.

#first and hopefully not last actual contribution to the mineru stans i know you’re out there #very glad i was finally able to complete a fic for her! she deserves it #totk mineru #king rauru #mineru #totk rauru #tears of the kingdom #totk #having a consistent format for fic posts? meh #i’m very proud of the banner but don’t expect one for every fic i post here lol #totk fanfic #totk fanfiction #my fic

[apprenticestanheight]

Imagine rimming/pegging Adam for the first time and hes all sarcastic and sassy like convinced he wont really like it even saying youre a perv (like the smart ass he is), then the second you start hes whimpering like a bitch and spreading his legs and begging for more <3

Pegging Adam Stanheight Headcanons + blurb

OH MY GOD ANON thank you for opening the floodgates with this one. It feels like it's been AGES since I last wrote for Adam (i've spent a lot of my time focused on an AU with Lawrence and trying to get a couple ideas for other characters to work on on my off days lol) and writing a fic involving pegging just felt like the right move to make so--here's this??

I also also also am SUPER SORRY for how long this has taken--if you've looked at my blog since I started last week, you'd know I work a really fuckin weird rotating schedule and twelve hour days. This has been marinating in my inbox since before I started working, however, and before then I was just demotivated and so anxious it borderlined upon debilitating. I really hope you enjoy this one and that it makes up for the time you spent waiting for it to come out. Also hope you're okay with headcanons and a little bit of a blurb as the fic format, as it made more sense mentally for me to do it that way.

Fic type - this one is SMUT!! y'all should know what that means by now, too--minors, GO AWAY!! This fic is for those 18+ and if I see you interacting I will not hesitate with my bestie, the block button.

Warnings - pegging, praise, begging, the use of a strap-on, I wanted to get this out today so it's also unedited, and again, MDNI!!

All right, to start, you are the one who finds it interesting first. You spend a solid week wherein all of your horniest thoughts consist of Adam pinned to the bed beneath you, one of your hands holding his chin while he whimpers bc the strap-on you're using is so big and you're moving at a pace that's so slow he almost hates it.

Adam finds it mildly interesting--he's thought about it once, decided he might not like it but also decides to bring it up to you one random night bc you're both high, exhausted, and horny.

So, now you're wondering how it gets brought up, right?

WHHAAAAAAAAAAALEEEEEE, Adam brings it up half asleep, when you're both in the aforementioned state of high and horny and also very exhausted.

"How would you feel about pegging, baby?" and then you're pulling him close bc he's not close enough (his chin is tucked into the crook of your neck and you can smell the mint and cigarettes that he emanates even when he's not smoking. You just want to meld yourself to him bc when you get high, yeah time ceases to be something you believe in but when you're high with Adam you're the clingiest person Jersey ever did see)

and you're saying "yeah, that would be fun, Adam," bc it has consumed your thoughts wholly for a solid two or three weeks by then, but you're wanting to be chill about it.

both of you are completely out to the world like, five minutes thereafter.

It does, however, get brought up the next night. He agrees to it pretty easily, says that the two of you can try it the next time you have sex and if neither of you like it then that's that, and if he doesn't like it, then you respect his boundaries enough to respect that about him.

You buy a strap-on on a compete whim from a sex shop near your apartment on a random wednesday, buy lube that day too bc sex safety and all.

Both of them wind up being used on a friday night, when Adam is stressed bc post-saw vet school has taken it's toll and if he has to study one more minute, he'll lose his mind.

You have dom/sub dynamics in the sexual aspect of your bedroom and both of you are switches, and Adam asks if you have the necessary things to peg him and laughs when your face just lights up at the idea.

You prep him, and the entire time that goes on, Adams like "I'm unsure about how this'll feel, but if it's not my thing, meh. I don't think I'll like it but trying it will have been decent, at least."

AND THEN YOU START

and Adam is still thinking he's probably not gonna enjoy it as much as you will.

"When did you become such a perv, baby?" is said by him in a few different variations when you're prepping + rimming him. It eggs you on and he knows that, wants whatever comes with it.

And then, you actually start pegging him--the strap-on you bought is a fairly large eight inches in length, a fairly thick girth, and blue just because, and seeing him beneath you is probably akin to seeing the handsomest man to ever exist?? maybe??

SO ANYWAY, you start, and Adam goes from thinking he won't really like it to needing you to bottom out like, instantly. He likes how it feels to be split open in that way, doesn't so much as TRY to hold back his moans.

He does try to look away, though--he's loud and proud of it but also somewhat embarrassed bc he's not really one to be submissive in the relationship (you work in marketing and deal with people all day so you come home wanting to be fucked into thoughtlessness more than he)

you, however, don't let him, and when you push into him another inch and a half, he moans lewdly while staring directly at you. it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen.

When you finally bottom out, pressing a kiss to the sweet spot on his neck as one of your hands goes to his cock, Adam is feeling so amazing that he's convinced he'll start seeing stars.

You've heard Adam beg but a few times since you'd started dating, and it's been amazing every single time.

That night, he begs so much that you're sure you could bottle it and use it to get black-out drunk, should you have pleased.

He spreads his legs a bit more to let you have better access and moans when you start from a different but better angle.

He becomes a mess SO QUICKLY TOO IT'S THE FUCKING HOTTEST THING

all in all?? pegging him is one of the best decisions you could've made for your relationship bc both of you love it so much

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"Oh my God, Y/N," he's moaning, helplessly, as you thrust quickly into him. "Oh my God. Please, please, please don't stop. Please--fuck."

"I know," you kiss the sweet spot on his neck, quickening the pace of your hand on his dick. "You're taking me so good, Adam. This is one of the best things I've ever seen. You're so hot, beneath me and begging to come, mm?"

Adam is so blissed out that he's almost not thinking, and when he comes he already knows he's gonna be a thoughtless mess from your ministrations. He's cock-drunk, loving the way that your strap-on fills him up and never wanting that to end.

"Fuck," he moans, not even trying to suppress the sound. "So close, Y/N. I'm--ah!"

You laugh, kissing his cheekbone as ropes of his come spurt from his dick and paint his stomach.

"You're so cute when you're cock-drunk like that," you laugh again. "You liked it?"

You're pulling out of him, slowly, as he nods. "Yeah," he says. "I loved it, actually."

You clean up his stomach and clean up yourself, having come from the feeling of the strap-on against your clit and the sound of Adams moans. When you climb into bed with him again, he pulls you close and holds you tightly.

"I love you, Y/N," he says.

"I love you too, Adam," is your, admittedly very exhausted sounding, response. "Next time I peg you, you're riding me while I sit with my back against the headboard. You love that position when I'm the one doing the riding, and I wanna know what the fuss is about."

Adam laughs, kisses your collarbone and gives your ass a cheeky little smack in form of a response.

You fall asleep not soon after, naked and cozy in each others arms.

#adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw (2004)

[yuuikida]

A03 stats: Q&A

Was tagged by the wonderful @joeys-piano. Please check them out after this post!

So I had to look into my stats which I don't normally do but let's see what I have to show for my stuff~ How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, I have 284 works but keep in mind, about 90% of them are oneshots because I can dish those out faster than actual stories/series. What’s your total AO3 word count? Total word count is currently: 1,410,073 (oh sweet jesus PFFFT) I probably written a lot more in my fanfic.net days years ago but I didn't think it was that much, holy cow. XD

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Thing is, I am a Multifandom person but some series had to create such a spark in me that makes me go 'oh wow, I want to write for this' so just because the series is amazing, doesn't mean I'll write for it, if that makes sense. -BNA 'Brand New Animal' (1)

-FNAF (4) *disclaimer: it was more for another series than this one* -Shiritsu Horitsuba Gakuen ( AU story of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles) (7)

-Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle (26)

-Zombieland Saga (1)

-Sarazanmai (1)

-Bungou Stray Dogs (225)

-Kekkai Sensen (Blood Blockade Battlefront) (36)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

[These ones are in the triple digits because why not XD ] -For you

-In the morning

-Avoiding Fate

-Love bites

-Sweet and Savory

What are your top 5 fics by comment thread count?

-Avoiding Fate

-Acquiescing Fate

-Rockstar

-The illusion of Living

-Even gods don't know (it was a four way tie but this one had more kudos than the others.)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

-I should have replied to comments but I'm very bad in doing that. Like I'll just repeat 'OMG THANK YOU' and it doesn't feel very genuine and while I feel bad for not responding as much as I wanted to, I don't want to be redundant on it.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

-I don't really have a fic that has a angsty ending, most of them are pretty happy, at worst, bittersweet but not angsty.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

-BRUH I LOVE CROSSOVERS. I haven't been able to do them lately though which is sad but if I have an idea, I'll try and write it. The craziest one was the two TRC/BSD crossovers when I was going into BSD and coming out of TRC, in like 2016-ish???

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

-Hate? No. Questionable and/or nitpicky, yeah. The fandoms I write for are amazing for the most part so I never had actual hate for my fics but odds are I'll jinx myself and may get one anyway LMAO.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

- I do write smut but I haven't really written an actual smut fic in a while. Like I'm trying to do that in BSD. I'm more into reading it than writing it for reasons. I like explicit smut, like down and dirty but sweet and nice at the end.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

- Once. Someone commented on a Tanizaki/Kunikida oneshot that I did and asked if they can translate it into Russian and I was like 'O-Oh, sure' and they sent me the link of that fic to what was their version of fanfic. That has never happened before and I still can't believe it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

- A lot when I was in the Tsubasa fandom. The reason I stopped though was because I felt as though I wasn't getting anywhere with my writing. We do RP that gets formatted to fics and that was fun. I just wanted to write stuff on my own.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

-Currently it's KunikiDazai from BSD

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

- Ahaha.....you mean just 'one'?

What are your writing strengths?

- Dialogue

-Descriptions

-Characterization

-Overarching plotting

What are your writing weaknesses?

- summaries

-writing action scenes

-consistency

-lack of variety in words

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

-I mean, just make sure it's as accurate as possible. Sometimes it is hard to do that if one isn't used to more than one Language. I mean it's not to say that they couldn't but add translations at the very least. I'm not good with that sort of thing, my apologies. ;w;

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

- It's a tie between D.Gray man and Black Butler

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

- Not a fic but a series called Welcome to Kunikida's Candy shop!

It's a what-if series, something that I'm apparently good at for some reason and I hope to get to certain points that really make this series shine~

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