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[arkiwii]

yeehoo i finished my fic everyone!! and posted it as well, big thanks for the few people who helped my illiterate ass to fix some stuff!

/!\ SPOILERS FOR LONE TRAIL

The story takes place after Lone Trail. Please read the notes for more information

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

"After the incident of the Horizon Arc Project, Saria recovers from her wounds, both physical and emotional."

enjoy or the shrong will get you

[stalkiwi]

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Stalkiwi (Aaron/Garion/Shayn) Any nickname is fine!

Adult Non-binary ☆ They/Them French ☆ English

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[arkiwii]

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

Aaandd it's chapter two babeyyy!! Ifrit focused this time! It's longer than the first chapter, and I'm realizing that this fanfic isn't even done and it's already my biggest work so far (12k+ words for the moment). Aiming for the 20k+??? maybe maybe???

Anyway, emotional Ifrit moment, wholesome fluff with Saria, and also I guess Eyjafrit?? I really love how their stories kinda parallels each other... I really wanted to play with it on the story

One chapter left, it'll be obviously about Silence, the grind never stops!!

[arkiwii]

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

hey guysss new porn fic dropped ⁉️

for real, this fic doesn't have anything impressing or that much interesting - actually, it was hard to write something that could be literally summarized with "they have sex". BUT, this is an idea that I had after a conversation with friends, and we were speaking about how mistreated trans women were in fiction. it didn't took long before Saria came up in the conversation, because dear god, do you guys know that out of all the maybe hundred of explicit work I've read about her, there was NONE with a trans Saria that did something else than PiV?

the false ideas and representations of trans women in sex is seriously concerning, and I wanted to write something that actually respected it. i don't headcanon Saria as trans, as you may know, but stepping out of my habits is nice.

there's a million ways to have sex that doesn't needs to put a penis into something. the human body is seriously a wonder and i advice you to make researches. may it be anal, oral, vaginal, with fingers, tongues, toys, different positions, different tools, fingering, rubbing, muffing, or even with fetishes! your explicit works can be flavoured with so many different spices, your only limit is your imagination. seriously.

i mentioned a zine in the notes, Fucking Trans Women by Mira Bellwether, and i heavily advice you to read it, it's enlightening. even if you're not a trans woman. ESPECIALLY if you're not a trans woman.

i hope i could do some justice for a proper trans Saria. i wanted to try out more stuff originally (like muffing), but i can fit only so many things in a one shot, so heyyy, maybe another time??? who knows????

[arkiwii]

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

got inspired by my own post so I shall deliver something it's the chapter two because it's a collection, I never posted the chapter one I think? so hey. if you wanna read Saria getting fucked by behind. just know that's the first chapter winks

happy birthday to myself btw?? i think?? something's wrong with me

[arkiwii]

Little prompt I wrote after Lone Trail. Silence's new life is a huge change to her, and it's something that impacts me a lot in her character. There's normally no spoilers other what is said in her alter's files. I wrote it at the first person, from Silence's point of view. I post it here completely because it's short, so it's alright.

I cried writing this so I hope everyone will cry equally, or else im a little wussy baby

"Just a dance"

Flashes of light and deafening noises took away my senses. It took me more than a minute to get used to the new environment behind the door. I knew I could not turn away or hide myself. Silent as my name, I now became the center of their conversation, the rising star they look up to.

Dressed in a way too luxurious black dress, I stepped carefully in the big hall. At my side, Saria was here, equally beautifully dressed. Many faces looked at us, different expressions, joyous greetings, and I replied to each of them individually, a forced smile on my face.

I could smell the alcohol, the perfume, as an orchestra concert added to the cacophony. Yet, I never had been one to enjoy attending parties.

It was now a common occurrence. On special occasions, me and Saria needed to attend these celebrations, as the representative of Rhine Lab. We could decline them, surely, but for our image, and to get the chance to create links and give birth to interesting collaborations and projects with other companies, we had to. It was not pleasing, and neither of us enjoyed it. Well, surely Saria has more experience - but me, I used to be nothing but a researcher.

I can't recall how long I spoke. It felt like words flowed from my mouth without ceasing. Many different voices, many new faces, a flow of questions, I had to keep up. I could feel my throat getting dry, and my chest vibrating from my voice. Drinks were turned down, worries were dismissed, my image had remained flawless.

Sometimes, I ask myself if I appreciate my new life. Working as the executive advisor of Component Control, as well as Rhine Lab's representative on the Scientific Ethics Consensus Committee, is… Different. This is not a simple work as a researcher like I used to. This is no longer a matter of entering a laboratory only for results to leave.

There are times where I wonder if I am suited for this. Shy, introverted, social interactions are always the greatest of difficulties to me. Crowds scare me, eyes on me make me feel heavy.

These waters are brand new. And it was an ocean. One I stepped in, voluntarily. I was - no, I still am afraid. I feel like I have no idea where I was heading to. But I continued to step forward, deeper and deeper in the waters. Without looking behind.

I can not look behind. I must face the future. For Rhine Lab, for Trimounts, for Columbia. For science as a whole. Because, if I did not, if it was not me, maybe it would have been someone else, maybe it would never have happened. Limits would have continued being pushed, lives would have been taken away again and again, morality and ethics broken. I am the only one suited for this.

More than once I wanted to break down.

"Would you like to dance?"

But I never did.

I took her hand. I thought that perhaps, a moment to take my soul away would do me good. I never had been a great dancer, so I let Saria take the lead. Her face remained neutral, her eyes fixed on mine. Yet I could still find comfort in this never changing person.

It felt as if the world around us faded away. It was only us, for this moment, alone. Addictive. I did not want it to stop. On the left, on the right, my arms around her neck, her hands on my waist. No words were told from the moment I accepted her invitation. We did not need them.

I understood why I kept going. It's because she's here. She has been my lighthouse, from the very first moment we met. I am where I am today, thanks to her. Because I followed her steps, I looked up to her, I wanted to be like her. Stronger, able to protect those I care, able to step forward to the future. And despite the never constant chances in my life, she remained the same as ever, familiar, comforting.

It hurts to say that I need her. But I know she needs me equally.

I closed my eyes. I let her steps, her movements guide me. Even in the pitch darkness, I could still see the light.

It was just a dance, to the outside view.

But it was the world, to me.

[arkiwii]

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

I don't think I ever posted it, but! Here we go - first chapter of a little project idea I had in mind for a while. It's around the Rhine fam (again), and each chapter will revolve around one of them. There will be three chapters in total; the past, the present, and the future.

The current chapter is the past, focused on Saria.

Currently writing the second chapter as we speak, the food will be ready soon eventually!

[arkiwii]

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

i did a did. been a while since i wrote something. so have this. it's just whatever fluff i dont know silence needs a break. yippee