#i write stuff too

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

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raubahn Aldynn/Warrior of Light

She wasn’t supposed to want it, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to want her.

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Raubahn Aldynn/Warrior of Light Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Raubahn Aldynn Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Past Sexual Abuse, Consensual Sex, Final Fantasy XIV: Heavensward Spoilers Series: Part 3 of Alexithymia

Summary:

She turned to stare at him then, caught off guard by his simple, quiet refusal. His brow was knit with care, his eyes soft with something she didn’t fully understand. It stirred something in her that she understood even less, and she could only nod, silently and reluctantly accepting whatever this was that he was offering.

[gorgarts]

I’m a doink

LOL, so I realized I never capitalized on the whole ‘Writ’ part of my blog. -throws my AO3 at everyone- http://archiveofourown.org/users/gorgawesome/works

[octopluss]

Lalochezia solavellan

Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.

But that issue seemed so small in the grand scale of things. She wanted to punch the elf in front of her, kick his bald cranium until it bled crimson all over the floors of Skyhold. By the way, how dare he show up again, back here, where everyone could shoot him. Sera even had her arrows at the ready and everyone was glaring at him like templars in the middle of a mage hunt. But, all the Inquisitor could do was call him names that she didn’t remember learning because when did killing traitors ever wash away regret and hurt — she cursed at him in native Elven, nearly pulled off one of her boots to throw at him ( if she cast any magic at him it’d probably have hit innocent onlookers as well ) but didn’t to keep up whatever dignity she had left. Solas simply folded his hands in front of him, his stance casual as if he hadn’t left his post inside the castle’s walls but his expression one of understanding with a hint of hurt.

The gall. He had no right to look like a kicked puppy.

“Fuck you.” The Inquisitor finally spat at him, not even giving him a chance to talk before she turned on her heel and walked away. What the people of Skyhold would do with Solas wouldn’t matter to her.

But she did feel better about it after being able to tell him off.

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DUENDE FOR KOUNOI (had to pick that word because I used to live on an island where Duende spirits live ashsgdshs)

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.

Noiz could handle the man's overbearing attitude and smile that was always so wide he wondered if it was even genuine half the time. He could handle the stark contrast of the crimson of his outfit against Aoba's sky blue getup. He could handle it when Koujaku's fist connected to his jaw during one of their brawls, he couldn't feel it anyway.

But when he used his charm on women, the young man's blood would boil and the urge to kiss that filthy lying mouth of his became ever stronger and he wondered if he wasn't just being pulled in by the old man's trap, one that was originally laid for women ( and later Aoba, he had learned, to no avail ) and about as genuine as the microwaved cheeseburgers he would eat on a lazy day.

He tore into his 'dinner' as he glared daggers out of his apartment window, and hoped that Koujaku would step on one of his goddamn razors.

[octopluss]

FOR THE DRABBLE THING NOIZ AND TARANTISM (?!) LOL

Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

Yet it prickles at the back of his mind, the urge to move to the club music. The blond frowns, wondering why his body feels the need to express something completely opposed to what he is feeling.

He initially only came here to meet someone, slap the information onto their Coil, and get out before someone recognized him and potentially start a fight right there. The transfer goes without problems as usual, the information broker's eyes scanning over the amount of money adding to an already ridiculous number on his account, and the 'client' goes on their merry way without a hitch.

But Noiz's nerves are buzzing with energy despite the reminder of his apathy to the stacks of cash at the bank. He briefly thinks about his parents, and how they must have even more than he himself does, and smiles wryly to himself before giving in to his body's urges.

Maybe it would be okay if he forgets. Remembering has never done him any good, anyway.

[octopluss]

Sphallolalia kakyoin/polnareff :3c

Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

The older man is quick to get on the redhead's nerves whenever he opens his mouth, but that doesn't stop him from talking. Kakyoin much prefers the silence, as it allows him to concentrate on the other's features, strong and defined and a stark contrast to his naivety. Polnareff is oblivious to his admiration though, and the student cracks open an eye in irritation upon hearing the other's voice.

"You're actually pretty cute when you sleep."

"I wasn't sleeping," he retorts, voice hoarse from disuse and betraying his blatant lie. I was just resting, he thinks, but he doesn't say anything further.

Polnareff seems to read his mind though. "Resting, then. My point still stands."

And there it is: his trademark smile, the one that makes him look so much younger than he is. It is disarming, he is disarming, the bastard with his (probably literally, Kakyoin wouldn't be surprised) shit-eating grin, how dare he flirt with him.

"You'd be more attractive if you didn't talk."

"Aw, you wound me, Kakyoin!" He pokes the teen in the side and Kakyoin squirms, grunting a curse that he doesn't mean before leaning his head on the older man's shoulder.

"It's a compliment," he forces himself to admit, "I like the silence."

Polnareff is about to protest but then, for once, shuts up. Instead of questioning the redhead on his strange choice of words, he opts for wrapping an arm around Kakyoin's shoulders.

He guesses he finds himself preferring the silence, as well.

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BOOKER DEWITT (unless you did that already and i didn't see in which case just ignore me)

             Bring us the girl. Wipe away the debt.

    Familiar words. Words that echoed in his mind.    Even when he pumped countless soldiers full    of lead, even when Elizabeth knocked him out    cold with a wrench,   even when he talked to    the Luteces countless times.

    ( They appeared everywhere he went -- it was unsettling. He must have spoken to them hundreds and hundreds of times, one could almost call the three of them acquaintances of sorts. Almost. )

     And even when he had to relive giving his own daughter away ( no, he sold her, his own damn fault ) the words echoed in his mind. And even when he tried to get her back -- and even when he stepped through that tear. And even when the daughter in question put her hand on his, and asked him if he was sure this was what he wanted.

                          The thing that surprised him the most was that the debt                          was to be repayed not to the Luteces, but to Elizabeth.

                                           "I have to ... it's the only way to undo what I've done to you."

                                           Because to undo anything, he would have to undo himself.