18 Works by roefizzlebeef in Final Fantasy XIV
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Roe suddenly has an idea—a very obvious idea, in hindsight. And as it is often wont to do, her mouth boldly charges ahead before her brain can entirely catch up. “Actually, Tee,” she starts.
“Mhm?”
“Do you think it would be helpful if I, uh… lent you a hand?”
(The play on words isn’t actually intentional, but Roe gives herself a mental high-five for it anyway.)
Thyme huffs out a laugh in the general direction of the ceiling. “My goodness. Am I too lust-addled to hear you properly, or are you trying to seduce me?”
in which roe swings by thyme's apartment unannounced, and thyme teaches her a thing or two.
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- Part 4 of parsley, sage
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“I don’t want to think anymore,” she says, simply, and her voice comes out a little more raw and cracked than she intended. “Please.”
And Thyme makes a comforting, acquiescent little noise deep in her chest that sounds just a little heartbroken, and she presses a kiss to the crown of her head.
And the song goes on, and it goes like this:
sometimes, roe needs to get out of her head for a little while.
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- Part 12 of parsley, sage
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Curious, you lean in closer to inspect the bedraggled little book. Written in a bold, childish scrawl, the cover proudly proclaims:
Daybook of Boombox Boogiefeets - For eyes of Boombox ONLY!!!
Sneakypeeking uplanders will be punished with entire wrath of gobbiekind brought to bear!!!!
…Interesting. Suddenly, you find yourself accosted by a mighty foe, indeed: a classic moral dilemma.
…Will you read further?
the warrior of light takes it upon themself to learn a thing or two about the ironworks team’s newest hire... by reading her diary. naturally.
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It is very late at night. Cold rain, almost sleet, beats against the nearby window, and were Thyme on her own tonight she would surely find it far too chilly and unpleasant for her liking. But a little fire crackles quietly in the nearby hearth, the bed in Roe's apartment is piled high with soft down pillows and silken sheets, and Roe, of course, is there, tucked against her body and warming her from head to toe.
The day was stressful, and the evening was fraught, but the night—this they have all to themselves.
the girls spend a cozy night in roe's apartment.
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- Part 7 of parsley, sage
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Roe reaches behind her with one hand, blindly grabbing at something. “I brought home one more thing: a surprise. You’ll like this.”
With a smile, she holds something up: in her hand is a narrow, rectangular box, made of white paper, about the size of a deck of cards. Curiously, Thyme lifts the lid to reveal about a dozen of what appear to be baked… sticks? They could almost be incense sticks, but they’re fatter and rounder, and the texture doesn’t look right, either.
Thyme raises a brow. “Are these… edible?” she asks.
thyme learns about a time-honored source tradition. written in celebration of pocky day!
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- Part 8 of parsley, sage
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Part of me knows that much time has passed; there is no way for us to know how long, of course. And there’s no point in thinking of how we came to be here, my darling, but you know how my mind is prone to wander.
a bad ending.
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- Part 4 of parsley, sage
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Roe’s stomach feels like it’s been filled with lead. “So… it’s bad, then.”
Ardbert hesitates. His eyes meet hers—stony, cold, piercing blue.
“You’re not going to like what you see,” he says, stepping reluctantly toward the window, beckoning her to stand. “But you still need to see it.”
that scene from after mt. gulg, back in the pendants… from roe's pov.
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The Echo doesn’t care whether Roe’s in the middle of a fight for her life or just walking down the street, it’ll knock her flat with a throbbing, eye-gouging headache and a first-person view into some poor soul’s most traumatic memory all the same… or, failing that, a glimpse into the details of their last grocery trip. It’s… unpredictable, to say the least.
And, more unfortunately, the Echo doesn’t rest. Perhaps the strangest part about carrying the Echo is how it affects her dreams.
a small exploration of thyme's past, and how the echo affects roe's subconscious.
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- Part 7 of parsley, sage
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while wandering through a dying world flooded with light and death and stagnant air, against all odds, the warrior of light met the love of her life.
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- Part 1 of parsley, sage
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On her bad days she simply sits, blankly staring at nothing. Often on those days she’ll come to her senses and turn to look at her window after what she thinks was only minutes and discover that the sky has rushed ahead by hours, sometimes even whole days. Her bad days grow more frequent over the years.
But on her good days—rare though they may be—she sings.
a day in the life of miss fiona lynch, former scourge of the seas, as she rots in a limsan prison tower.
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“Awake already, eh?” the woman asks as she ducks beneath a sodden low-hanging tree branch. Her voice is honeyed, spoken in a thick Limsan brogue. She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. “Reckoned I still had me a few more ticks afore you started stirrin’. You’re awful quick.”
Roe feels a little flare of indignation at the condescension in her voice. “I get that a lot,” she grunts.
in which roe meets a charming, redheaded rogue while out on a job, and receives a mild concussion for her trouble.
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i'll fall for you, i'll run for you, i'll die for you by roefizzlebeef
Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV
29 Jun 2020
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i know a place, thyme says, where no one will find us.
show me, rosemary replies.
tucked away deep within the woods of lakeland, two new lovers have a moonlit tryst.
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- Part 2 of parsley, sage
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For as long as Sef can remember she’s hated the cold. Cold hangs heavy from her limbs and bites at her fingers and nose, and no matter how tightly she wraps her tail around herself and flattens her ears against her skull it refuses to yield. Hot is better, she thinks.
on one damp, chilly morning in gridania, sef makes an unlikely new friend.
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“I wasn’t expecting you for a few more hours.” Thyme pauses, noting the dark circles under Roe’s eyes. “You look dead on your feet, darling.”
Roe grunts. Thyme may be right, but she didn’t need to say it.
thyme's apartment contains an extremely comfortable couch, which roe is eager to make use of.
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- Part 3 of parsley, sage
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Krile’s voice rings out from somewhere behind her, something about “remember that we’re here to save lives,” but Roe’s already off like a shot and sprinting down the hill toward the roiling chaos at the center of the Reach, charging straight for the biggest magitek, obviously.
The Imperials rise to meet her. It’s time to get to work.
the attack on rhalgr's reach… from roe's pov.
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- English
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“We might be here for a while. Are you cold?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” Thyme shifts forward slightly in her seat and crosses her legs, revealing a sliver of bare upper thigh at the hem of her short, silky dress. Her violet eyes meet Roe’s with a mischievous glint. “Want me to warm you up?”
when the regalia breaks down and leaves them stranded in the middle of nowhere, thyme suggests a way to keep roe entertained.
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- Part 10 of parsley, sage
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“Sorry,” Roe mumbles. “Can you just… hold me for a few minutes?”
She notices how small her voice sounds now, with a quietly desperate tone she’s never heard from herself before. She would be embarrassed if she weren’t so scared, if she didn’t need Thyme’s presence so badly it felt like the lack of her could make her suffocate.
finally back at the crystarium after the fight against hades, roe is… not doing so well.
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- Part 5 of parsley, sage
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Roe speaks up again, saying Thyme’s name in a lower, softer tone that sends a thrumming jolt of desire piercing through her stomach. “Would you like to take a break for a few minutes?” she asks as Thyme turns to look at her—her voice hushed, ever patient. Her fiery gaze bores into Thyme’s, her amber eyes gleaming in the dim light.
“Perhaps,” Thyme murmurs back, leaning close, “if you’ll let me work in peace afterwards.” Roe chuckles and leans in to kiss her; they are both well aware the breathlessness in Thyme’s voice betrays that she has no intention of doing any such thing.
thyme is spending a rainy evening at home getting some work done. roe is "helping".
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- Part 9 of parsley, sage