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gloomyswritings · 9 months

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem!reader

chapter I - the beginning

Read this instead story on hiatus

warnings : none

note : this story will have nsfw content at some point. story will have spoilers for the game and the game lore will be changed some as to fit the story i want for the reader. the reader will have some traits i give them just for the sake of making the story flow better (ex: eye color, hair length, etc). please ignore spelling and grammar mistakes i’ll at some point probably fix it all. this is a slow burn fan fic

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Mornings were always dreaded by you, it meant that you had to get dressed and attend the boring classes that royals were forced to. Etiquette, politics, foreign affairs, literature, and the most dreaded mathematics. But today was different you’d be taking a break from your usual routine and instead you’d be going to Rosaria with parents. It was on the pretense of it being for solely political matters but of course you’d be taking advantage of it fully being able to see your most bestest of friends—Joshua Rosfield. Oh, and of course there was Clive and Jill there also but then we’re just your friends no one had the bond you and the Phoenix shared. It didn’t take long before the maids fluttered in quickly pulling you out of your soft warm bed.

“Lady _____, must you sleep so crazily? I had braided your hair to perfection last night and now your hair looks like a wild chocobos nest!” The middle aged maid scolded as she began to run a brush through your tangled hair. Wincing as the brush got caught on a knot you whined, “Miss Tatiana you’re being too rough!” You cried but the maid known as Tatiana ignored your pleas. “You’ve always had the wildest of hairs ever since you were a baby, so you should be used to it by now.” She clicked her tongue. Finally after some more pain you were relieved from the torment of having your hair brushed, “You need to look presentable for the Rosfields _____.” Tatiana said as she finished your pigtail braids tying a dainty white ribbon to the ends. Jumping out of her grasp you spun on your heel facing her, “It’s a three day wagon ride anyways! My hair well look like a mess by tonight.” You said matter of factly a proud smirk playing your plump lips. But the greying maid ignored you as she began to pull out a dress from a wardrobe, “Come child put this on.” She said motioning you with her hands to come to her.

Finally you were dressed in a simple yet elegant pale pink dress that fell a few inches below your knees paired with leather boots it was time to go find your parents. Tatiana waving you off so she could finish packing for the trip. Humming contently as you walked down the halls searching for your parents. “Excuse me, have you seen me father and mother ?” You asked a branded man. “O-oh yes Lady _____, they are outside in the courtyard!” The nervous branded man said. You never understood why branded acted so scared of you. Surely you weren’t that mean or ugly, right? You nodded a frown replacing your smile, “Alrighty thanks! Also I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?” You asked curiously. The man shifted uncomfortably his eyes darting across the corridor as knights watched him closely from afar though you were oblivious to it all. “It’s..it’s Da-“ but before he could answer you shouting was heard from down the hall.

Your mother’s screeching echoed through the corridor, “_____ get here this instant!” She stormed towards you placing a strong grip on your arm as she yanked you away from the branded man, “And you why are you just standing around! Go you have a job to do!” She shouted at the branded who quickly scurried away bowing and apologizing the whole time. Your mother’s grasp was tight and you let out a cry, “Mummy stop you’re hurtin me!” You whimpered pulling away from her grip. Your mother turned to face you a look of fear on her face, “He didn’t hurt you right or say anything to upset you?” She asked leaning down to wipe the corners of your watery eyes. Her intense amber eyes stared into yours thin black brows knitted together in concern. Shaking your head you pushed her hands from your face, “I’m okay mum, I was jus askin him his name and where you two were. Please don’t punish him he didn’t do nothin’.” You pleaded with your mother. She sighed standing up, “Nothing will happen to him. But you shouldn’t speak to bearers dear it looks bad.” She scolded you half heartedly. But why was it bad weren’t they just people also?

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You laid your head against the glass window of the carriage, pale grey eyes staring absentmindedly out the window eyelids heavy due to boredom. You hated road trips and wished you could just teleport to Rosaria. traveling from the Crystalline Dominion all the way to the other side of Storm was boring all the scenery looked the same, the random Imperial checkpoints the caravan would be forced to stop at it was boring. How much longer was it until you’d arrive? Until you could see your dear friends. Then without notice the carriage abruptly stopped, your head bouncing off the window. Wincing you rubbed your temple your mother already quickly wrapping her arms around you, “My dear are you okay?” She asked. Reaching over she slid down the window sticking her head out, “You bearer, conjure some ice for me.” She commanded snapping her fingers. “Yes Lady Marianne!” the bearer soldier said quickly conjuring a small shard of ice and handing it to your mother. She placed the ice against your temple, the sudden coldness sending a shiver down your spine she replaced her hand with yours telling you to hold it in place and stay put while she investigated.

Muffled talking was all you heard, you looked out the window once again looking at the scenery. Huh this was a knew route…you thought to yourself. Curiosity took ahold of you as you slid the carriage door open, your bare feet hitting the rough gravel road. Turning your attention towards your mother and father talking at the front of the caravan you then noticed there seemed to some hold up. “…I don’t care that a carriage was overturned were already a day behind let’s move on. Leave some soldiers with them and we get a move on.” Your mother said obviously annoyed at whatever had happened up ahead. Your father smiled rubbing the back of his head as he took on your mother’s wrath, “My dear Marianne we can’t do that…” you stopped listening at that point uninterested in their banter. It seemed like you’d be here for some time so you might as well walk around for a bit, you wouldn’t wander far. Grabbing you boots with one hand you used your feet to slip the shoes on your hand still grasping the slowly melting ice shard. Glancing around you made sure now one was looking before you trotted off just barely out of sight of the caravan.

You sang quietly to yourself as you rummaged through the foliage near a riverbank. You could still faintly hear chattering and cooing from the chocobos from the caravan so you weren’t too far. The ice had completely melted now leaving your hands wet but you didn’t mind as you plucked a few wildflowers from the ground. It was then something caught your eye from further down the riverbank, a shiny object glistening in the sun. Quickly you rushed towards the object, paying no mind to the lingering danger just beyond the brush. “Ah ha!” You mumbled under your breath as you came upon the shiny object. It looked as if it was something from the Ancients whatever it was you were pleased quickly shoving it in your pocket. Joshua is going to be so jealous! You thought to yourself a content smile playing on your lips. As you turned around to make your way back to the caravan before anyone noticed you heard a twig snap catching your attention. Goosebumps littered your skin as you froze in place. “Hello?” You called out quietly scanning the tree line. A primal like fear overtook your senses but before you could run away a wild lone hound raced out from the tree line making its way towards you. A scream left your mouth just as the hound pounced on your swiping it paw across your cheek but just as quick as the hound jumped on you it was thrown off of you.

“______! Are you okay?!” You heard your father shout as he finished off the hound he rushed towards you dropping his sword by his side as he wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck ______ your face!” He grimaced pulling a handkerchief out of shirt pocket dabbing your face. It was then you felt the stinging sensation and then warm liquid run down your cheek. This truly was an unlucky trip for you.

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psianabel-writes · 11 months

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Dion Lesage / Joshua Rosfield - Flames of Curiosity

Recovering from the fight against Bahamut, Joshua wakes up in the infirmary and finds Dion lying next to him. Yet there is something he feels he needs to do.

[AO3]

Joshua's chest heaved heavily, reality starting to weigh down on him once more as he slowly got aware of his surroundings. Cracks of heavy wood, unintelligible words from far, and a gentle sound of the sea started to grace his ears, but it was the smell of blood that eventually made him open his eyes.

Right. The hideaway, the infirmary. Tarja made him rest and sleep off the exhaustion that riddled his body after such an intense use of his eikon.

The battle against the mighty Bahamut still clung onto his body. And it would still take a while until he could regain what strength he had before.

He clutched his chest as he slowly rose from his spot, feeling the blood running down at the side of his mouth. With a sigh he wiped it away with the back of his hand, turning his head to the second bed that housed this makeshift infirmary.

Dion's eikon signature was unmistakable, Joshua felt the fury raging in the dragoon on his side even though they bested his rage. Yet Dion remained still, asleep, his breath barely noticeable to the point where Joshua grew concerned. He knew there was no real reason to feel like that, especially since he was aware they both have been well looked after, but seeing him like this set forth an emotion difficult to explain.

Maybe it was a mix between curiosity and fondness he felt for his fellow Dominant ever since they first met that made Joshua swing his legs over the edge of his bed and walk to Dion's side, slowly sitting down in hopes to not disturb him. He needed his rest - as did Joshua still - and if there was one thing Joshua could give him as a small token, it was just that.

He extended his hand to Dion's chest and let his flames flicker into a gentle healing spell, having it wash over Dion in his entirety.

"... Terence?"

Joshua stopped at the sudden hoarse voice, barely audible if the room weren't so quiet in itself. Dion still didn't move, but he could see his attempt to open his eyes.

He shook his head and reached for his hand on his side instead, laying it over him for a trusting touch. "No, I'm sorry."

"Phoenix." Again his weak voice was but a whisper, yet this time his hand actually moved and encapsulated Joshua's with tender fingers. The warmth of his spell still played on his skin even if the magic was gone already, but Dion's embrace was a welcoming additional warmth that shouldn't have felt as such a comfort as it had been.

If he stayed longer than this, this might as well be long beyond curiosity now. And Joshua stayed, wanting to watch Dion slowly come to his senses as he woke from his slumber - yet the seconds passed, which must have turned into minutes, and Dion still didn't dare to open his eyes.

"Your Highness?" Joshua eventually called out, but all Dion did was to hold onto him tighter.

If there was a warmth he never felt before from all the flames he experienced in his life, he now felt it swell in his heart - addicting, fiery, comforting.

"Stay." Dion slightly tucked on him, as far as he was able to, and Joshua didn't think twice about that. He didn't intend to leave anyways, his promise to rest still hung in the air and if he was in this position right now, he might as well just do that, too.

With a deep breath he lifted his legs on the bed and turned to face Dion lying down, their hands still interlocked with no intention to change that any time soon.

Again he had to admit the comfort of the flame, be it of that of the Phoenix or that of curiosity, right now this was where he wanted to be. An explanation for that he could still find later, once he had fully rested.

For now he again drifted back to sleep, with Dion on his side doing the same.

#final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16 #joshua rosfield #dion lesage #dion x joshua #dubbing this as #phoenixflare #ffxvi spoilers #for tagging purposes ig #fanfiction

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quillandsaber · 2 months

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A snippet from a Warfield Live!Clive fanfic that I'm writing that will probably never get published because I can't write transitions to save my life, but I like it, so I'm sharing it:

Several thoughts hit Clive in the head like a sledgehammer all at once, and he feels once more like the most callous, negligent, thick-headed brute of a man to ever draw breath.

Branded can't - couldn't - marry. It had been a literal death sentence to even think about it. The closest they could hope for is - was - finding another Branded they cared for and having a master who would tolerate them consistently sharing a bedroll. But he isn't Branded, not anymore, and now that he's taken five seconds to actually think about it for the first time in close to two decades, he knows Jill would be offended if he thought she cared about it even when he was. If he hadn't been so much of a dunce as to not realize that this happiness was within their reach, he could have talked with her about it at any time in the last five years. He should have asked her on the Shadow Coast, or in the field of snow daisies at the absolute latest. But he didn't, and he still hasn't, and he had just left her without anything more than a fool's hope of a promise to return.

His conscience gives him a final stab of recrimination: she's still a princess, even if her lands and nation fell more than twenty years ago, and he's still, technically, a marquess. The rules are different for them.

#final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #jill warrick #warfield #warrose #cliji #fanfiction

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 8 months

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Future On Hold [Chapter Seven] Into the Deadlands [Cidolfus 'Cid' Telamon]

Warning(s): fighting, mild blood, teasing, Cid being Cid, bullying, alcohol, original character.

The sharp strike of the wind against her heated face and the thump of heavy footsteps - too heavy to be her own - were the only sounds that Eirene could hear as she sprinted across the moist and rocky terrain of the Southern Gate, a wide area teaming with beasts.

Heeled boots are a curse in Waloed.

Her sole had sunk in the mud more than once as she evaded jets of flame and the swings of a massive wooden club. While it was not uncommon for beasts to emerge from the gloom, Eirene did not expect to run upon a Gigas just outside the gate. The lumbering brute often accompanied Goblins, mistaken as one due to its similar appearance, large bat-like ears, and desaturated orange skin, but this one was alone until it roused a nest of Bombs who were in the area.

It was by Cid's order that she drew its attention from the gate, and while Eirene was against the plan to have a massive target on her back, she understood that he was using her to draw out the Goblins who were no doubt hiding somewhere nearby. It was a clever ruse, to ambush anyone who came from the capital. Goblins were much smarter than humans gave credit to, and though the Gigas lacked intelligence, they made up for their disadvantage in strength.

Eirene grunted as the Gigas' club rushed through the air above her, missing her by a head. She was tired of this cat-and-mouse game. If the Goblins did not come out soon, she was certain that she would lose her head, or be turned to a smoldering pile.

At the corner of the field where the path became narrow leading into the Mothers' Mines, Eirene saw a bolt of lightning strike down. She witnessed Cid standing on the high rocks that surrounded her, motioning her over. For what–

An arrow pierced the ground ahead of her, forcing her to dodge to the side. Her boots slid in the mud, but Eirene managed to steady her footing, turning her wide curious eyes a brief moment to notice a triad of Goblins had turned up. She understood. Tightening her jaw, she changed direction and ran toward the area where Cid was.

As she passed into the gap, Eirene heard the Lord Commander shout something before he leaped down with ease onto the Gigas, piercing his sword through its head. The beast went limp in its arms, stumbled a brief moment, and then fell onto its back with a wet thump. The Goblins, he took out with a surge of lightning, an action that Eirene found both impressive and ignorant.

She tightened her jaw and launched the partisan through the air, piercing one of the Bombs between the eyes. The force of the throw spun it backward and knocked it to the ground where it remained; the fire surrounding it faded away in a whisp.

All that remained was the final Bomb.

While it would be easier to fight it with her magic, since it was a floating mass of self-contained flame and rock, she obeyed Cid's order to not rely on her magic and ran toward the fallen beast to retrieve her weapon. With it in tow, she spun it around her body and then stepped into a lunge, striking the creature. The pole sent a painful vibration through her arms as the spearhead made contact, but she ignored it and yanked back the shaft.

Not bad, Cid thought as he observed her form.

Eirene had taken to the weapon quicker than he had expected. Though she had quite a bit to learn about the beasts of Valisthea. For instance, Bombs never fled when attacked. They did however do something much worse.

As he feared, it began to shake and grow as Eirene carved away at it. He could feel the flames intensifying. Did she not notice? Groaning, Cid rushed toward her and knocked her to the ground as the Bomb combusted, sacrificing itself. The heat of its flames singed his leather coat, to his annoyance, but at least no one was dead.

"Is it necessary for them to fucking blow themselves up whenever they feel cornered?" He grunted.

Eirene narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

"Did you have to shove me down?"

"If it means saving your arse. Be grateful," Cid retorted, standing with a grunt.

Eirene pulled herself from the mud and brushed as much of it as she could off. Her cotton tunic was caked, no longer the forest green that it was when she put it on.

"I need a bath."

"Wear leather," Cid suggested. He took out a cigarette, put the end in his mouth, and lit the tip with weak fire magic. "It's a hell of a lot easier to clean than cotton."

Eirene turned up her eyes.

"Is that my advice for the day?"

Cid took a puff and then grinned.

"Based on that performance…I have a few."

She shook her head in annoyance. This man seemed to bring out the worst in her. With an uneasy breath, Eirene yanked her partisan from the mud and leaned it against her shoulder. She faced the entrance to the Mothers' Mines and clutched the shaft of her weapon.

"We will rest in Eistla for the night before braving the gap in the morning," Cid stated.

Eirene didn't like the sound of this, but regardless, she shook her head. At least Eistla was safe. The caravan that took goods to and from Salacia always went through the town since the road was less dangerous than coming from the Northwest near the channel. She still had no idea what business Cid had at the Shadow Coast, but it had better be worth the trouble.

"Best be going then, ey?"

Cid brought out his hand, motioning toward the entrance of the mines.

"After you, my lady."

Eirene ignored the flush of heat that spread across her face and continued forward. She wasn't sure what came over her.

For the next half hour, she and Cid trekked cautiously through the mines, which were no more than a route carved through the cliffside. There were no beasts to be fought, but every once in a while, the two passed by a miner, chipping away at the rock, who barely turned their eyes to them.

"What sort of place is Eistla?" Eirene found herself asking.

"You have never been out of Salacia, ey?" Cid asked with a snort. "It is no more than a settlement, but it has water and it has food. We are welcome there."

At least that was not a problem for them. Some places were not so welcoming to troops intruding into their lives. The town Eirene and her sister were from, before the rise of Salacia, loathed soldiers from Waloed. Perhaps this is the reason Barnabas raised no finger to help them when the Beastmen attacked.

Fishers who valued their privacy.

She was taken back a moment, remembering the sound of their terrified screams. An icy chill ran down her spine as memories of death and bloodshed filled her mind but like a candle illuminating the dark, the memories crept away as a warm comforting hand touched her shoulder. Eirene turned her curious eyes to Cid, who simply grinned.

"Careful with those. Memories can be dangerous."

What did he know about tragic memories of the past? The man hardly seemed to be bothered by anything.

Eirene simply shook her head and focused her eyes forward. They had arrived in Eistla. She was impressed by what she saw. The miners had built their houses at the excavation; some were even resting on sturdy wooden platforms along the cliffside. How long had they been here? She wasn't aware that there were such valued resources in Waloed.

"Come on then," Cid ordered as he walked around her. "There is a tavern nearby with a room we can rent."

Eirene hummed. Following Cid, she took in the area around her. There were more people than she expected in Eistla; men, women, and children roaming about. Some were Bearers, working at stands, selling meats and materials. They appeared to be a tight-knit bunch, perhaps relatives of the miners.

As they neared the tavern, Eirene noticed a group of four Royal Knights standing outside. They seemed to be in a heated altercation about something and the reason for their outrage was pointed at a teenage Bearer with short hair; a crate of red apples were at his feet. Did he bump into one of them? Or did they bump into him?

Eirene narrowed her eyes. To make matters worse, no one was stepping up to defend the teenager. The townspeople nearby were unnerved but refused to make a move or open their mouths.

"Why is no one helping him?" She asked in irritation.

The answer she sadly knew, but her mind could not fathom it. Why were people so cruel?

"He is a Bearer, poor lad," Cid pointed out. "None of them can stand against a Royal Knight."

No. But she could. Eirene clutched her partisan tight and made a step forward, but the Commander stopped her, resting a firm hand on her shoulder.

The furious look she gave him in protest made him grin.

"You want to step in? A word of advice, darling, the powers that be are not going to take likely to your disobedience," he stated, referring to Barnabas.

"And he calls himself a king," Eirene retorted.

Cid released her and widened his eyes. There was a storm brewing in her, one he had only ever seen in himself years ago. He stared at her back a moment, then stomped out his cigarette.

You and I have more in common than I thought.

Unbeknownst to Eirene, he was proud.

The said woman approached the Royal Knights and cleared her voice. She honestly considered aiming her magic at them or whacking them with her partisan, but she figured that she best handle the situation with care, at least at first.

The Knight closest to her peeked at her from over his shoulder with lethargic eyes and grinned. His face was red and the scent of honey mead radiated off him.

"What do we 'ave 'ere?" He paused for a moment to look her over. "Easy on the eyes, ey fellas?"

His comrades turned to her, ignoring the Bearer.

Eirene curled her nose. She disliked dealing with drunks.

"That boy you are shouting at, leave him alone. An accident or not, there is no reason for your irritation. He is simply trying to do a job."

The Knight with a lazy expression knitted his brows.

"Pardon me? Who the 'ell–"

"This gentleman is my mentee," Cid interrupted, standing beside Eirene.

The said woman raised a curious brow but said nothing about his statement. What was he attempting to do?

"Lord Commander," one of the four addressed in shock.

"We were not doing anything, sir. Simply 'aving a drink is all," the lazy-eyed soldier stated.

Of course, they would try to spout some bullshit to get themselves out of trouble. Eirene tightened her hand around the shaft of her partisan.

A laugh from Cid turned her attention to him.

"In Eistla? That is a long way from the gate, ey?"

Not a word was spoken. Cid raised his arm and tightened his hand into a fight; the leather around his knuckles creaked in protest as he adjusted the glove.

"You lot best return to Stonhyrr. And apologize to the lad for shouting."

At first, Eirene did not think that either of the four would comply, but with a forced laugh, one of the Knights turned and uttered an apology to the Bearer. He gave a heated look to his comrade, the man beside him, and then one by one they apologized to the teenager and turned to leave. Before the last did, he stared Eirene down and then gave a nod to Cid.

"You know 'ow to pick them, sir. She is a cute one. I can not wait to see her in action."

"I don't think you would like me much then," Eirene retorted, as a warning.

The Knight grinned and quickly left. It was a shame. Eirene wanted to drown him.

Once the four were gone, the teenager dropped to his knees and collected the apples, placing them into the crate. He uttered his thanks to Cid and Eirene, then hurried into the tavern. Despite their intervention, the frightened look in his eyes tore her apart.

"I should feel better, but I don't," she admitted. Not when there was still fear in his eyes. "Isn't there more we can do?"

Cid sighed.

"Not yet."

But soon.

A comforting hand touched her shoulder.

"Come now."

With a heavy heart, Eirene followed Cid into the tavern.

The comforting heat of a bath consumed Eirene like a warm blanket. She was clean and dressed for bed in a long cotton nightgown. Her head felt intoxicated by the heat but she was not yet ready to lie down, not until she checked in with Cid.

Her bare feet tapped against the wooden floor as she walked downstairs to the bar, where she left him. He was seated in the same seat, drinking alone with his head down. She wasn't sure but it looked as though he was deeply saddened by something. As she approached, he turned to look at her and a grin came across his face.

"Eirene. Come sit. Have a drink with me," he suggested.

The said woman shook her head.

"I am going to bed. The only reason I came down here was to let you know that the bath is free."

Cid hummed.

"That's no fun." He paused to take a drink. "My advice as your mentor is to never pass up a good drink of rum."

"You could never be a mentor. You are the biggest hypocrite I have ever met," Eirene remarked with a tired grin.

She was referring to his restrictions.

Cid snorted.

"I'm flattered."

"You bark all the time about how I need to not rely on my magic and yet you ignore your advice," Eirene added.

Perhaps if he weren't buzzed, he would argue with her, but instead, he did not allow her comment to rile him too much.

"Someone has to do it."

Eirene wasn't sure what he meant but based on the look on his face, there was no point in questioning him. She held back a yawn and took a step back.

"As fun as it would be to pick you apart while you are drunk, I need to rest."

Cid motioned her away with his hand and returned to his drink.

For a moment, she considered sitting him simply because he looked so conflicted earlier but opted to turn in instead. Eirene watched him frown as he rubbed his left arm, then turned and ventured back upstairs.

For someone so spirited, he had a sadness in his eyes that she could not understand. Was there something more to Cid than what he allowed her and the others to see?

Perhaps I should not be so bratty toward you. It seems we are going to be together for a while, mentor.

With a brief laugh, she returned to her room.

#cidolfus x oc #final fantasy 16 fanfiction #cidolfus telamon #final fantasy xvi fanfiction #final fantasy xvi fandom

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talysfics · 10 months

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Know When to Take Care

Final Fantasy XVI — Clive & Joshua — Rated T — 1,687 words

"You shouldn't have had to see that, Joshua." "Which part?" Joshua asked, bitter. "My mother rejecting me? Or her killing herself?" "All of it."

A.k.a. I'm still working through the scenes I thought were missing from the game, in this case: why did nobody try to comfort Joshua after Twinside, hello?

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#final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #joshua rosfield #final fantasy xvi fanfiction #final fantasy 16 fanfiction #ff16 #ffxvi #ff16 fanfiction #ffxvi fanfiction #one shot #roscest #kinda if you squint #schrödinger's ship: it's romantic or platonic whichever you want!

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starlightinmeshallshineonyou · 11 months

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Just want to update you guys that I’ve managed to write this far (even I’m questioning myself how I can do this — I’m more of a 1K/2K words fanfic writer lol).

It also feels wrong to write the main point without any smooth transition, you know? LOL!

But the point is, I’m just want to update you guys with the word count of this fic.

STAY TUNED!

#ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #Jill Warrick x Clive Rosfield #final fantasy xvi fanfiction #ffxvifanfic

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deiliamedlini · 3 months

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Final Fantasy Masterlist

A list of all my Final Fantasy 16, fics with links of where to find them and brief summaries! All long fics, and almost all oneshots are Clive/Jill because that’s my thing. Except... one fic which is just Charon focused because she's a queen let's all be real here! Fic-related stuff is tagged with “writing”.

Masterlists for Legend of Zelda and other fandoms can be found here!

Longfic

~~In Progress~~

Cast Beyond the Moon (Ao3)

Clive and Jill knew each other like the backs of their hands. But when they're both taken away from the life they knew after the events of Phoenix Gate and are forced to learn how to survive in their new worlds, they never expected that the one constant in their life would once again eventually become each other.

Imaginations Run Wild (Ao3)

Jill stumbles upon an OnlyFans account for a man named DominantIfrit, someone with a body to die for but who's face is hidden in everything he uploads. Which, for Jill, means she can use her imagination to pretend this page belongs to her roommate and secret crush, Clive. But she doesn't realize that Clive was in need of some extra money after being laid off from his job. And when Jill realizes just how much money people can get from a picture or two with a hidden face, she decides to give it a try, a page with a body that Clive finds irresistibly attractive. Will DominantIfrit and QueenShiva ever realize that they were actually roommates?

Oneshots:

The Burden of Leadership (Ao3) 🔥

Clive and Jill can't keep their hands off each other; it's a known fact. The problem is, Gav has the worst timing a couple has ever known, and he's determined to give Clive a report.

Caught (Ao3)🔥

While Clive is out gathering wood with Torgal, Jill takes the opportunity to have a moment to herself. What she doesn't realize is that a wolf's hearing might be better than either Clive or Jill know, and Torgal is exceptionally concerned when it comes to his humans.

The Fire Inside (Ao3)🔥

Jill and Clive are madly in love and have been rather unafraid to show it. But when Clive reveals that there's another part of him that wants to be with Jill just as much as he does, Jill is eager to explore every part of Clive.

Whatever Necessary (Ao3)

To succeed in a mission to bring a slaver to justice, Jill goes undercover at the Veil as a courtesan to lure him into trusting her so she can end his rein of terror over Bearers, but when Clive appears, Jill knows the plan has gone terribly wrong, and it's time for everyone to improvise a little.

Books Between Lovers (Ao3)

Clive realizes it's time to act on his feelings after finding Jill asleep with a book in her lap as the rain begins to pour, and she's never looked more beautiful to him than in that moment.

A (Virtually) Perfect Life (Ao3)

Clive refuses to admit to himself that he's in love with his best friend and roommate, Jill, but when he's playing The Sims, he doesn't have to admit anything. Because it's all fake. Clive would never kiss her a thousand times in a row. He'd never have a family with her, or a perfect house, or a yard for Torgal. That was just a game, and it wasn't like Jill will find out. Besides, playing around never hurt anyone.

Night Terrors (Ao3)

Ultima needs Clive to relinquish his will and sever all humanly bonds, and he realizes that among the strongest bonds Clive has is with Jill. And when Jill is involved, giving up his will doesn't sound like the worst choice anymore if it means protecting her.

Off-White Wedding (Ao3)

It's Clive and Jill's wedding day, and excitement are taking over for both of them. But what's a wedding without some eccentric guests to help celebrate?

A Fresh Look (Ao3)

Jill is still struggling to come to terms with the fact that her childhood best friend is alive. But she had a crush on him then and is quick to realize that it hasn't faded with time.

Frozen Fire, Melting Ice (Ao3)

Jill and Cid are drinking together in the Fat Chocobo when Clive comes to join them. But he may wish he hadn't as soon as Cid starts talking. "So then, what were we talking about?" he asked Cid, taking a sip as Kenneth slid the drink in front of him. "Sex, Clive! Sex!" Clive choked. Jill leaned against the bar, a satisfied grin on her face. "I warned you not to ask."

Soothe My Nerves (Ao3)

Jill has been worried for Clive before, but when he decides to go through with a dangerous procedure that has killed others in the past, she can't help the overwhelming sudden onslaught of nerves that she feels for Clive, despite his reassurances.

Sick Days (Ao3)

When Clive misses a meeting with Jill, she checks in on him only to find him in bed with a raging fever.

Placed Between (Ao3)

Clive is only a young boy when he learns a few lessons that will stick with him throughout the rest of his life, and they all start with Jill.

Rumors (Ao3)

Everyone at the hideout knows Clive and Jill are made for one another. Everyone, that is, except Clive and Jill themselves.

Jealousy (Ao3)

When Jill notices Clive acting strangely, she isn't sure if he's simply distracted, or if there's something more going on in his mind. Turns out, what's on his mind is her.

Revenge (Ao3)

Hugo Kupka realizes rather quickly that Jill is to Clive what Benedickta was to him, and he's keen to make use of their connection to get what he wants: revenge.

Sage Advice (Ao3)

Clive wants to ask Jill to take their friendship to the next level by asking her on a date, but he's not sure how. Joshua decides to help his brother out with his sage wisdom, but Joshua has been out of the dating game for some time. Meanwhile, Asta, the hopeless romantic, overhears Jill talking about Clive and has some advice of her own.

What the Hell Am I Doing Here (Ao3)

Charon was minding her own business when she suddenly appears in front of a god hell bent on destruction. But who's more afraid of who?

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