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Happy anniversary FFXVI!

As always, I was late to the party, but boy better late than never 🥳🥳

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Wasn't planning to write smut, but here we are. Good practice I suppose. Full chapter of the almost finished fic here if interested. Separate smut part below.

!Jealous Clive Rosfield x female reader

NSFW, Clive is jealous because an asshole named Trevor is bragging about sexual experiences with you in the past. He intends to do them better, harder, and... in his armor?

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Armored Up

Trevor quickly takes his leave, and you glance over at Clive. You're still seated, and you can see he's still sporting that menacing glare. A moment of silence. Clive grabs your wrist, stomping over to your shared room. His grip is tight, and he's not saying a word. “Hey… are you alright?” He grunts. You're letting yourself get dragged along, until Clive slings you on the bed.

“Take off your clothes.” It's not a question.

“Can we talk about this first?”

“No.”

“What's bothering you?” You could take a guess.

“Take a wild guess, Y/N. This guy just walks in, starts bragging about how much you screamed his name while you were doing god knows what, and I can just sign off to a fight with another one of your exes?”

“They're not my exes. He was saying that to agitate you.” You're still on the bed, unmoving.

Clive has discarded his sword, fists tightly clenched. “Well, he pulled that off perfectly. I realized I know nothing about your past relationships.”

“I wasn't aware that casual drunken hookups before I met you, counted as such?” It seems to calm him down. Albeit only slightly. You sigh, and start stripping. “If you want to blow off steam, just say so.” You start, discarding your shirt. Clive just growls, reaching for his cloak. “Oh no. You're keeping that on. All of it. I’m not waiting while you take off all those layers.” You say, and the serious tone earns you a raised eyebrow.

“..Alright.” Clive replied, just undoing the tightness of his trousers. His eyes are on you as you strip. There��s something dark about the way his gaze travels over your body. Jaw taut, he takes you in. He doesn't pause the moment you lose your last item; “Get on your knees, Lady Rosfield. ”

You nod, doing as you're told. He makes you eye his cock, already hard after a few strokes. “Go on. Show me how good you are.” He says, towering over you. You roll your eyes, as you place a hand on his hip, the other around his shaft. You kiss the tip, slowly pumping with your hand. You lick down the base, and continue lightly sucking the tip. He twitches, witholding a slight gasp when you take him in your mouth. You get about halfway, covering the rest with your hand. He observes you intently, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

After a moment of exploring, Clive seems to disagree with your speed. His gloved hand fists your hair, pushing further than you’re comfortable with. “Come on, work that pretty mouth for me.” He whispers, eying the silver roots of your hair. It’s grown out more, and Clive enjoys pulling it slightly to get you where he wants. Your tongue gets right under the tip, and he shivers, heat traveling through his body. Did he really have to keep on his armor?

Tears spring in your eyes as you almost choke on him. You try to move back, but he doesn’t let you. Glaring up, you’re met with Clive’s heated face. “Already done, sweetheart?” He’s mocking you, apparently expecting more as Trevor bragged about your ‘skills’ before. He’s jealous, and you accept it for now. You place both of your hands on his leather covered ass, gripping him tightly before you pull him in as much as you can. You don’t pull your gaze away from his as you almost swallow him whole. The look and surprise on his face is worth it, and he lets go of your hair as tears escape your eyes.

You cough the moment you’re free, sucking in air. “I told you, he was taunting you. I’ve only done this once before.” You say, after catching your breath.

Clive has his gaze still trained on you. “Now’s the moment you tell me to stop.” He desperately wants to rip his armor off, his cock twitching for more as he warns you.

“Heh. As if.” You saunter over to the bed, getting on your hands and knees. Spreading your legs wide and back arched, you put yourself on full display.

“Fuck.” Clive’s jaw is taut.

“You’re keeping that armor on, Lord Rosfield. ”

“Fine.” He grunts, approaching you in a few steps. You groan when Clive fully sheathes himself in you. He moves agonizingly slowly, stretching you out.

Your mouth is open, inaudible moaning into the sheets. He bends over, his chest flush against your back. You feel the leather sticking to your skin. “You’re good for me sweetheart, displaying yourself for me like that. Just for me. ” He whispers, planting wet kisses in the nape of your neck, traveling down halfway before he gets back up to increase speed.

“‘S..good..” You groan, clenching the sheets. He grabs your wrists with his armored hands. He pulls you back on his cock with each thrust, making you see stars. He’s swift in rutting his hips against you, not caring about a rhythm at all. He’s keeping you in place, surrendering to his anger and desire. “Harder.” You groan.

“Fuck.” He growls. He does as he's told, the back of his mind slowly wondering who’s in charge here. “Feels fucking good, sweetheart.” He’s fully focussed, pounding deeping in you.

“Y-yeah..” Your shaky voice is drowned out by the slapping of your ass against his leather trousers. He's rough with you, still gripping your arms tightly. You've got nowhere to go, the heat in your core building up. “C-Clive..” Your voice is more of a whimper, the assault on your cunt getting unbearable.

“Yeah, me too.” He lets go of your arms, one going to your hip, the other searching for your clit, careful not to hurt you with his spiky armor. He manages, and you moan loudly in the pillow as your body tenses. The leather glove rubbing against you has you reeling. “Ahh…” A moan escapes Clive's lips as he comes undone too, riding out your high as hard as possible.

You collapse on the bed, Clive on his knees. After a few moments, you stand to grab a towel from a drawer on the other side of the room. “Let me clean you.” You say, parts of his armor covered in cum. You grin, as he sits on the bed with a flushed face. You take it slow, inspecting each part carefully. You clean his gloves first, then his trousers. The leather gives way, making it an easy job.

“I can do that myself.” Clive stammered, talking about his now flaccid cock covered in both of your cum.

“If you wish.” You hand over the towel, still sitting on your knees. “Have you calmed down? Do you believe me if I say that nothing special happened with any of them? That I was experimenting and getting to know my body?” Clive pulls you into an awkward hug, towel covering his privates.

“Of course. I.. was frustrated with the way both of them keep treating you. As if you were their whore.”

“So you treating me like one is a good solution?” You chuckle, and his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Sorry.” Clive lets you go after a kiss on your crown, standing up to fix his pants. “I wasn't thinking straight.” He admits, running a hand through his hair.

“It's okay.” You reply, a smile on your lips.

“Why did you want me to keep on my armor?”

“For fun. Punishment, kind of?” You shrug.

You’re still naked, and his gaze lowers. “Let me clean you.” He says, motioning with his eyes for you to get back on the bed.

“That’s not necess-”

“I think you misunderstood. I’m not going to use the towel.” It’s rare for him to see you flustered like that. It eggs him on.

“O-okay.” You climb back on the bed, glad he can’t see your face right now.

“This pretty pussy is mine.” He smirks, spreading your asscheeks while you’re back on elbows and knees. He doesn’t wait for you to speak, as his tongue gets to work. On one hand you think it’s cute he eats his heart out, on the other hand you’re embarrassed.

“I forgot what a filthy man you actually are. You know that’s both our cum you’re tasting, right?”

He plants a kiss on your overstimulated folds, a grin on his face. “I don’t care sweetheart. This is mine to enjoy, and mine alone.”

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ya gotta stop caring what people think and start being extremely weird. but never cruel. i think that might save you

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New chapter is up, so I wanted to share a separately readable part! Full chapter here

Clive Rosfield x female reader

Some sparring fluff, Clive steals your chance for revenge by fighting your nemesis in fighting pits instead. First however, you have to check if the man can actually fight with his fists 🤔

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Testing His Skills

Dragging Clive to the training pit, you take off your coat. “They are not going to allow you to fight in your armor, Clive.”

“Who are they?”

“Standard rules really, just your shirt and trousers. They will check your shoes for hidden weapons too. Too keep it civil.” You explain.

“How are you so sure that he will be able to sneak in a knife then?”

“Hide it in the sand, stick it up his ass, bribe someone… I don’t know how but he will do it.”

“...Okay, so why don’t we do the same?”

“Clive… can you even fight with a dagger?” You’d been instructing cursebreakers. As far as you were concerned, Clive hadn’t touched a dagger to fight with. Ever. The man in front of you slightly shrugs, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Won’t you teach me?” He smiles when he asks, and you don’t reciprocate.

“I’m going to teach you how to evade one if you have no weapons. But first I want to see how well you punch. So take off your armor and show me what you got.” Oh how the tables have turned. He silently does as you asked before getting into a fighting stance. At least you’re not getting the ‘I don’t want to punch you’ spiel, which would’ve just pissed you off. Instead, he avoids vitals. He hits you on shoulders, upper arms, and right above the chest. “Can I?” You don’t wait for an answer as you punch him full in his liver.

It doesn’t bring you joy to see his face tense up in pain, stepping back to get air.

“He will distract you. Taunt you. And when you least expect it, land a shot on your vitals.” Just like he’d done with you years ago. With daggers, nicking your flesh until you could parry. Always clean. The only scars you got from him were on your back. Clive is quiet, but motions for you to come at him again. More of a reactive fighter without a big sword to press the advantage. You could work with that. Playing around with him, you treated this as casual payback for his tough sword lessons. “Kicking is also allowed.” You say as you swipe his front foot with yours before landing your fist somewhere below his navel but still above the groin.

“Hmmph.” Clive hisses in pain, quickly regaining balance to retaliate. You’re happy to sidestep that brutal incoming punch.

“Miss your magic already?” You taunt a little, and you realize you’re having a little too much fun with this. Clive shrugs off your comment as he pounces you quickly and effectively. Your back hits the ground as he holds your body in place with his own. “...I guess you can do that too.” You say surprised, a smirk on your face. “Hold his hands above his head though, before he stabs you.” You prick him in his sides with your fingers, and Clive flinches slightly before exactly doing as you said.

“..Like this? Y/N, I’m starting to think your mind is elsewhere.” He smiles, his face flushed. You stare up at him and roll your eyes.

“You could’ve gotten off of me ages ago, Clive.” And he quickly does, before this sparring session turns into something else.

Switching focus, you’re taking out your daggers from your coat. “We’re going to do this slowly, and pay attention, or I’ll nick you on your thighs.” You warn, and Clive raises an eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to go easy on me. And why the thighs?” You smirk.

“If you don’t give me your best, you’ll end up in your underwear.” Clive growls, your intention clear.

Still, you have mercy on the man. As expected he’s quick on the uptake. Swift in grabbing attacking wrists, twisting effectively until your back is against his chest, armed hand squeezed between. “Note that he’s bigger than me, okay. I’m allowing you to do this.” You say, staying in his arms.

“You’re a good teacher.” He whispers, a quick peck on your cheek before he releases you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” You say, chuckling awkwardly as you raise your arms again.

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Final Fantasy XVI | ▶ dev. Square Enix

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WHAT😭

ITS NOT EVEN THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY DATE YET

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And I was all heart eyes over this little jump.

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New chapter of my fanfic is out, and since it's basically only smut, read all of it below! Or read it on Ao3, whatever you prefer :).

Clive Rosfield x Female reader

After Origin, 18+ for sex, around 2k words

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Devotion to Red

Should we travel to Port Isolde? Lord Rosfield would love to hear of your return.” You asked after a while of silence, both staring at the messy blue sea in front of you. The waves never reached your feet. The absence of easy messaging was something you already sorely missed.

“If you promise you’re not going there for work.” Clive responded with a grin.

“...I..Uhm. There are still some things that are expected of me.” You retorted, refusing to promise anything.

“Alright, then let’s not make haste.” Clive compromised, having some other things in mind before meeting his uncle.

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The decision of an inn was certainly not a bad one. A more spacious bed, and a dinner with a goblet of wine in a comfortable place with not too many people present. You assured Clive you were not going to have more than that one drink. “Don’t worry,” he’d said. “I trust you.” There was a twinkle in his eyes, as you wondered where that trust came from. “I think the sky is clear tonight.” Clive commented, after finishing his drink. You both had almost finished your food, and your gaze rested on Clive, his face lightened up by the candle in between you two.

“You think? I haven’t been paying attention, sorry. Were you expecting rain?” You scratched the back of your head giving him a small smile.

“I was thinking we could watch the stars tonight.” Clive replied with a smile you didn’t know how to interpret.

“Oh that sounds nice. It’s still on the list. Where? Does this place have a roof where we can watch from?” Clive smirked, and you gave him a puzzled look.

“Our room should be plenty.” You remembered your shared room having one window that wasn’t particularly well suited to the activity. “And let’s close the curtains while we’re at it.” Clive watched you intently as you finally understood what he meant.

Your eyes widened, and a gasp that made him smirk. “Oh. Wow.” This time you didn’t care that your fork clattered on the floor.

The moment you closed the door of your shared room, Clive already had his hands on your shoulders to turn you around and face him. He gently pushed you against the door, pinning you for a kiss. “I missed you.” He breathed in between kisses, not letting you go.

“I’ve missed you too.” You replied, catching your breath before your tongues intertwined again. Your hands fumbled with his cloak, dropping the garment on the floor. He returned the favor, pulling your coat off your shoulders. The heavy thud surprised him, but that didn't stop him whatsoever. Compared to you, Clive still had many intricate layers of armor to go, and it made him smirk when your hands tried to undo his lace. Clive rested his forehead against yours, a smile on his lips.

“You can’t undress me that fast.” He whispered, appreciating your efforts. He was going to take it slow tonight.

“At least remove the swords.” You compromised. Clive saw a hint of hesitation flash across your face, arms hanging beside you. “Are you sure this is what you want?” You asked, before he could speak up.

“...What do you mean?” Your question indicated more than your current situation, and he confirmed that when you quickly glanced at your feet.

“I've never been an outstanding person to society.” Your words sounded careful, almost formal. You wanted him to think about being with you. That he was sure about this. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me because of that ring.”

“What?” Clive replied honestly, taking off his sword and setting it against the wall. Then he removed his belt.

Are you really going on this journey with me? “Well, after everything that has happened...Is this what you want? As in, am I truly the one for you? Are you certain?” While you kept voicing your thoughts, Clive had removed most of his armor with precise practice. You walked over and sat on the spacious bed, continuing sharing what was on your mind. You thought back on your conversation with Byron.

He was now without armor, an amused smile on his lips. “Is that all? I can see you truly for who you are when you're around the people of the Hideaway. Around me. I never thought you needed fixing. I love you for who you are. For all your imperfections.” He replied with ease.

“Alright, if you say so…” You exhale with a smile. “If you want me, come and get it.” You relented. His blue eyes made you feel alive, adrenaline rushing through you, heat dusting your face.

He had crawled on top of you, staring at you from above. “If it's okay with you, I'd like you to undress me now.” He whispered, his cheeks just as dark with longing as yours. Wordlessly, your fingers hooked onto the lace of his vest. Clive went ahead, exploring your skin. “Not so insecure now, are we?” He smiled observing your expressions from the side. It took you ages, and Clive wasn't helping. He obscured your view, his dark hair tickling your nose as he kissed the crook of your neck. You hissed, as he scraped his teeth across your collarbone, already pulling back the soft layer of your linen shirt. He found a few small new scars that he could worship. Training wounds, no doubt. “Someone hasn't been careful in the pits.” Clive noted softly, kissing them all.

“..You should've seen the other guy.” You sighed, surrendering to his administrations. You were about halfway with his vest, while the man on top of you was already doing whatever he wanted. “H-hey, that's going to leave a mark..” You uttered, feeling him suck your skin as if he was without water for days and you were his fountain of salvation. He withdrew only to whisper:

“I'm hoping that's the case.”

A shiver shot down your spine. Not in your wildest dreams had he been the predator he is now. There was a desire in his touches, a deprived desperation. Heat. Perhaps he'd rip off your shirt if you weren't making enough progress with his. He was fair to not go lower. The wet sucking, combined with the scruff on his chin grinding on your skin was slowly but surely making you go insane. “Got it!” You finally managed to undo the intricate lacing of his vest.

Clive retreated, still smiling. “Good job, sweetheart.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he simply took off his vest and discarded it to the side. Your heart was racing, staring into his blues. Straddling your hips, he casually let his eyes wander over you. You stared back at him, enjoying a moment of silence. The sheets were soft on your fingers, letting them travel over the fabric. Clive watched your hands move, momentarily distracted. Then his own fingers glided over the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before discarding that garment too. Your eyes slowly lowered, to the trail of dark hair below his navel travelling down his trousers. It seems that with the dying of magic, his warmth wasn't the same. A shiver briefly passed him, and you saw his nipples harden. To compensate, he sought your heat, getting close to you again. You took the moment to touch him, your hands going over his chest and abdomen. That trail below his navel. Clive kissed your lower lip, tugging at it slightly to indicate he wanted more. Needed more. Let me show you how much I want you.

In between kisses, he pulled your shirt over your head. “I'm still getting used to your new scars.” He admitted, placing his hands beside your head. Your hand instinctively grazed your cheek, giving him a wry smile. You weren't sure if you should apologize. Clive lowered himself again, kissing your forehead before making his way down. A gentle kiss on your scarred cheek, your jaw, the crook of your neck. “That won't take long.” He added. He was there for all of it. You fumbled with your top, removing the item as it was starting to annoy you. Now it was just two people in only leather pants. Clive silently thanked you, a smile on his lips before his teeth latched onto one of your freed nipples. You yelped in surprise as you fell prey to his mouth and hands. He was claiming you, piece by piece. And he was doing it aggravatingly slowly. Still, there was a heat pooling in your stomach. You repressed it, not in a hurry. Clive was in charge, and you'd let him do whatever he wanted, while enjoying his body. His presence. “You're awfully quiet.” Clive moved his eyes up, momentarily leaving your breast alone. He was right, you were not as vocal as previous times. He chuckled. “Should I be rougher?”

“No, not at all. It's just… we're at an inn. Uhm.” Clive's chambers, and abandoned shores were different. You could surrender to each other with reckless abandon. An occupied inn that might harbor enemies or worse; friends . Imagine Rutherford listening to you being pounded into the sheets. The thought made you fall silent immediately.

“Want to switch it up?” Clive suggested, the smile never leaving his face.

A low moan escaped his mouth as your hips grinded over his. You licked your lips looking at Clive from above. Surprisingly, the man had no issues in letting out his voice for you. As it was your turn marking him, Clive even became so bold in firmly grabbing your ass, to keep you in place while his clothed cock grinded against the leather still clenching your skin. You listened to him as you sucked the crook of his neck, your fingers playing with his nipples. In combination with the grinding of leather, Clive couldn't stay quiet. He let out soft groans and whimpers, his volume increasing. His jaw clenched and his grip tightened. Needy. His cock had become rock hard, and it wouldn't take long before the final layers had to go. “You’re going to get your trousers dirty if you continue like that.” You whispered with a grin, fearing that your own wouldn’t be long either. Upon the realization, Clive let you go.

The embarrassed expression on his face made you smile as you got off of him to shed your leather and smalls. Clive watched you, unconsciously licking his lips. It made you blush as you stood back up again. He took in your full frame. Everything he could see was for him to explore, no questions asked. Mesmerized in adoration. Seeing Clive stay still, you decided to help him get rid of the tight fabric on his ass. This time your fingers made quick work of the lace. “Let’s switch back.” You offered, giving him a moment to get fully rid of anything that was left. It was your turn to stare as Clive stepped out of his trousers. Still as handsome as ever. The man finally surrendered to his groin, climbing back on top of you. You spread your legs, giving him a place to put that desire. He rubbed his tip along your wet entrance, pushing back his impatience.

He settled above you, pushing a few inches in. You bit your arm, holding back a groan. He inches deeper, and you feel yourself stretch. “I… it's been a while, did you get bigger?” You joke half heartedly. It didn't earn you a smile, a worried look instead. “...Sorry, I'm a bit nervous.” You admit. “I thought I'd never see you again, and here you are, practically undressing me with your eyes.”

Clive gave you a small smile now, pausing for a bit. The whole reason why he wanted to take it slow. He was sure he was going to die. And yet here he was. You clenched around him. “Fuck.” He growled. You looked back at him, shiny with sweat. Inviting. Clive wasn't going to give in immediately to your temptation. He placed one hand on your hip. “I'm not sure you can stay quiet, my love.”

“Try me.” You challenged, clenching the sheets. That's all Clive needed to hear. He carefully entered -fucking- you fully, your pussy almost sucking him in. He groaned, your walls clenching him tightly again. Your breath hitched, a lopsided smile on your face. His cock fully stuffed you, your walls adjusting to him. Clive started moving slowly, and let out a low moan when he saw your eyes roll back. You tried to muffle your groans with your bandaged arm, but Clive was faster, moving your arm to the side so he could see your face. “Don't hide from me.” A warning with a grin, as he started moving.

Sloppy noises echoed through the room, so why not add your voice too? “Fffuck.” You stuttered, grabbing the headboard above you with both hands as your back arched. “Clive you-” Your jaw tensed as he reached a spot that had you reeling. He smiled, both his hands gripping your hips tighter, his fingers digging into you like hooks. He sped up, the noise of skin slapping filling the room.

Clive lowered himself, his lips pressed on yours. His hips were grinding against you, and you gasped for air in between kisses. “You feel good.” Clive breathed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“..You too.” You whispered, before Clive went slightly deeper, bullying you into letting out a moan. Your face flushed darker, and he saw that as his sign to continue.

“I can't hold it much longer.” He whispered, slowing down slightly. His hips rolled against yours in slow succession.

“Don't hold back.” You whispered back, surrendering to his desire. He nods. A few more hard and fast thrusts. His bruising grip tightened even more as he let himself go. With a loud groan, he flinched briefly as he came. Your back still arched, you took what he dished out with grace, holding back your voice, eyes firmly closed. After riding out his high, he slowly pulled out.

You exhaled, a small shiver going down your spine. Quickly however, his fingers were inside you, thumb on your sensitive spot. “Come for me, my love.” He whispered, looking at your exasperated expression. His fingers curled, and you were well aware that you were going to give him exactly what he wanted. He pumps you fast, his thumb rubbing your own juices hard on your clit.

You tense, already coming undone. A silent cry escapes your mouth as Clive rides out your high. When you manage to open your eyes, you watch him lick off his fingers. Your cheeks burn at the sight. You were panting, your gaze still trained on him. “You're good at this.” You say, a smile on your lips.

“Hmm?” Clive gives you a puzzled look as he lays down beside you, pulling the blankets over both of you.

“Being intimate.” You explain, turning towards him. “You make me feel safe, and loved.” Your cheeks are still reddened, just like his as you look at each other. Content.

“You have the same effect on me.” Clive muses, pulling you against him. He kisses your crown, as you rub your cheek against his chest. “And red looks good on you.” He whispers, a smile on his face.

You smirk in his chest, pressing a quick kiss against the muscle. “If I am to be your lady at some point, I might as well get used to the colors, right?”

You don't see the mad blush on his face, as he pulls you even tighter against him. “You don't even know what you're doing to me right now, do you?” Clive then says, unable to stop smiling as his fingers caress your back.

“Oh, I'm well aware.” You smirk, a hand caressing his chest.

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Chapter 14 of Dominant's Wrath is up! Read it here on AO3, snippet below :) Let me know what you think!

Clive Rosfield x female reader

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Stargazing

You found yourself fully scrubbed, hair softer than ever, in a simple baby blue dress drinking an ale at the Tub and Crown. “A dress of all things.” You sighed, feeling out of place. Your hair was neatly tied with a golden string, the tail falling neatly on your left shoulder. It sure had grown since joining the Hideaway. When you were little, you always dreamed of having long hair and nice dresses. You’ve seen your mother’s old closet, when your father was working. Now that you ticked those boxes, it was quite unrewarding. That green jacket Hortense had made you was your favorite clothing, and you had no need for dresses. The smooth and sweet smelling hair however, you could get used to.

Torgal awoke you from your thoughts, his nose nuzzling your side. “Oh hey Torgal.” He barked excitedly, looking happy to see you. If he was here, then Clive wasn’t far off. “You’re a good boy aren’t you?” You said, scratching his neck and playing with his ears. When he wouldn’t leave you alone, you figured he wanted you to follow him. “What’s up? Got somewhere to be?” You asked, and Torgal barked. “Alright, lead the way.”

You followed him on makeshift slippers that Jill gave to you as your boots needed some work. Torgal led you to the docks. There were not many people around, as it was already dark out. He walked straight to your usual spot and plopped down. He barked, wanting you to join him. This had never happened before, so you were cautious. You didn’t believe Clive had orchestrated this, so you sat down next to Torgal. He crawled against you, so that you were surrounded by his soft wolf fur. Woah. And then your eyes fell on the starry sky. The skies were clear, and the shining lights in the air made you look up in surprise. The mix of blues, purple and pink hues spreading out before you was giving you shivers. “It’s beautiful…” You said, not being able to take your eyes off. “You wanted to show me this?” You asked Torgal, petting him gratefully. Torgal barked in confirmation. You realized that this wolf had just ticked one more item on your list. “Such a smart boy.” You muttered, giving him some more scratches behind his ears. He must’ve known that this was your usual spot. You settled down against him, with a smile on your face. “That’s Orion’s belt.” You showed Torgal the three bigger stars in the sky, enjoying your little moment with the wolf. “That’s all I know about stars though.” You chuckled. “I should bring a book next time.” Torgal didn’t seem to mind, as he relaxed against you. You settled deeper against him, eyes fixated on the stars. Even though the air was chilly, you didn't notice it at all.

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When Clive was looking for Torgal and found the both of you asleep on the docks, he felt his face heat up. His gaze briefly crossed the sky, before quickly turning back to a more interesting view. Using his wolf as a pillow, your hands neatly in your lap, you had fallen asleep against Torgal’s side. And even Torgal himself had his eyes shut, keeping you warm. Clive almost didn’t recognize you, with your hair like that, and the dress. The sight made his insides melt, and he resisted the urge to pick you up. “Were you stargazing together, boy?” Clive softly asked Torgal, lowering himself. He remembered putting it on your reference list.

The wolf opened his eyes, softly barking. It seems like he was awake. You stirred, a peaceful smile on your face. “You’re going to get a cold if you stay out here, princess.” Clive whispered, inching a little closer. You smelled of flowers, and freshly cut grass.

“...Hmmm?” Clive was too close for your liking, as your instinct kicked in and you were looking for a weapon that was currently not on you. “Oh.” You could only utter, feeling like you got caught stealing candy. That happened once when you were younger, and you would make sure nobody at the Hideaway would learn of it. You felt his gaze on you, and decided to keep yours on your feet. “I’m keeping Torgal from you, aren’t I? My bad.” You wormed yourself away from Clive who was down on one knee, still in his armor. You dusted off your dress, pretending as if your heart was not pounding in your chest.

“It’s okay, I was just wondering where he could be.” A little silence fell as Clive got up. Torgal circled around the two of you, wagging his tail. “But I’m happy that I found you as well.” Clive added. “I need to apologize, that Morbol was still on my list, we should’ve gone together. I know you hate the bastards..”

“It’s okay.” You said, his apology seemed earnest. “As you can see I’m fine. Would be nice if I don’t become the Morbol specialist around here though.”

Clive chuckled at your comment, agreeing with a nod.

“Alright, have a good night.” You said, excusing yourself.

“Wait.” Clive replied, not sure why he stopped you. You looked at him questioningly. “If you want to have more company next time, feel free to ask me.” Clive mentally slapped himself at the half hearted invite.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll keep it in mind.” It earned him a vague answer, and Clive couldn’t read your expression. You turned around and left, letting out a big sigh when he was out of earshot.

[vprosper]

current fixation Final Fantasy XVI please release me from this rabbit hole

[vprosper]