#cid the outlaw

[melasy]

[auroralynne]

BeneCid - Rivalry

I love Benedikta and Cid, I hope we can get more of their story together someday <3 Enjoy this piece! These two definitely deserve more love <3

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[lieutenantraziel]

Cid!! He just looks so good in black

[kyndaris]

Defying Fate's Design

Where to start with Final Fantasy XVI? The game first released in June 2023, right on the heals of Diablo IV. Already drowning in games, I put it on the back burner until some time I could actually sink in the prerequisite hours needed to see it to completion. All the while, the friends around me were singing the game's praises for how dark and gritty the storyline was. Was it any wonder I stumbled upon the odd spoiler or two?

Not that I care about spoilers.

Just because I know something will happen doesn't mean I know how it exactly plays out. It's far more interesting for me to see how the writers navigate the characters from plot point A to plot point B and then later D.

Enter the slower half of 2024. Although there was still a plethora of games I needed to get through, I was able to finally sit down and play through Final Fantasy XVI. And all before bleachpanda was able to do the same with Final Fantasy XV. Heck, I still think she's midway through her replay of Final Fantasy XIII because she's been sidetracked by her endless number of otomes. A fact I was unable to escape during our trip abroad in Japan.

Final Fantasy XVI (or FF16 for short) puts players in the shoes of one Clive Rosfield, eldest son of the Rosfield family who rule over the Duchy of Rosaria. Despite being the firstborn child, Clive is not to inherit the Ducal throne. Rather, the honour would go to his brother, Joshua, as he was the one to awaken as the Dominant for the Phoenix. Though such situations could lead to enmity between family members, there is no bad blood between the brothers. Clive is satisfied to be Joshua's shield, vowing to protect his younger brother by any means at his disposal.

Everything changes at Phoenix Gate.

Betrayed by their allies, the Ducal forces are destroyed by agents from Sanbreque. During the attack, Joshua primes as Phoenix. Losing control of his Eikon, he wreaks havoc on both allies and enemies until a second Dominant of Fire emerges in the confusion and seemingly kills the phoenix. In the aftermath, Clive is found alive by the Sanbreque forces, as well as his mother. Instead of being executed, he is branded as a bearer and forced to fight on the front lines for the next thirteen years.

Sent on a mission to kill Shiva's dominant, Clive and his assassin allies skirt along the battlefield before finding an opportune moment to attack. Before Clive lands the killing blow, Clive recognises as his old childhood friend, Jill. After slaying his previous compatriots, Clive, with the help of deus ex machina, Cidolfus Telamon and a suddenly adult Torgal (who had just been a pup - how is that a dog/wolf can live to thirteen and still seem like a puppy? Also, did Cid never name the dog/wolf he found? They've been together for quite a while) escape. Still intent on finding the person who had killed his brother, Clive isn't initially interested in joining Cid's cause although he is sympathetic as a whole to the plight of the Bearers.

Cid, of course, helps our erstwhile hero. It isn't long before Clive later learns the truth: that the second Eikon on that fateful day was Ifrit and that he is the Dominant. Broken by the revelation, Clive is barely hanging onto his sanity. Until he hears word of a Dominant of Fire still very much alive. He figures: if his brother is dead and he is the second Dominant of Fire, who is this third figure?

Wishing to uncover the truth, Clive and Jill travel to Rosaria and down into the depths of Phoenix Gate. There, they learn some truths. Filled with new resolve, Clive and Jill decide to join in Cid's quest to atone for the sins they had committed by freeing Bearers from their oppression. They do this by destroying the Mothercrystals, and by wiping out magic, so that all can live and die by their own choice.

Together, they infiltrate Sanbreque's capital, Oriflamme, and manage to destroy the Mothercrystal. Within the crystal, however, is a being called Ultima. Ultima manages to mortally wound Cid before attempting to possess Clive. Joshua, revealing he managed to survive the events of Phoenix Gate, interrupts and manages to trap the being within himself.

Five years pass before Clive resumes his quest to destroy the Mothercrystals. Systematically, he manages to take them and the Eikons guiding them down - absorbing their powers along the way. Why can Clive take the powers of others? Why, he is Mythos, a vessel for Ultima to inhabit in order to cast a spell to resurrect the remnants of his race. Even if humans are completely wiped out.

We soon learn that it was Ultima, through Barnabas - the King of Waloed - who managed to orchestrate the political unrest plaguing the world of Valisthea. In so doing, he kept them focused not on the plight of the world but rather their own squabbles for diminishing resources. Much like in Game of Thrones, for which FF16 takes inspiration, many of the leaders of the various nations are focused more on collating power than the imminent threat of the Blight.

FF16 culminates in a final battle atop Origin with Ultima - first as a three-pronged attack with Bahamut, Phoenix and Ifrit, before Clive takes on Ultima solo in the heart of the final Mothercrystal where he demonstrates the strength of his will due to the bonds he shares with his friends.

Honestly, if there were three themes FF16 wanted to get across, they were: oppression, climate change and friendship.

But while the oppression could be solved by simply taking away the very reason why the Bearers were special (ala the Mutants from the X-men series), the modern day ramifications are vastly different. If we could simply fix the quirk of fate of being born a certain race by removing magic, things would be much simpler. Unfortunately, there is no easy solution for the cycles of hatred that has been left to ferment for centuries. Nor can we make all people equal by destroying some gemstones.

Imagine the power to make everyone, oh, I don't know, white, simply because there was a crystal plonked in the desert?

The bigger message, though, I felt FF16 was telling, was that of climate change. I feel like it was summed up best in a quote from Joshua as he opined to the heavens with his guardian, Jote, beside him: A blessing that leads to damnation or freedom that leads to deprivation. It seems especially poignant considering how our modern day world is so dependent on so many comforts like electricity. And while we are taking steps to move away from our reliance on fossil fuels, the companies behind them would rather we all swelter in a bleak future than admit the inconvenient truth that continual use of something so readily apparent will only lead to our destruction.

It is the hubris of man to think that 'we' won't be affected, or think too closely on the short term rather than the future.

Ultima, too, could be likened to capitalist corporations who care little for the workers slaving away to assist in the company's goals. To him, humans are disposable. That they have freewill is the greatest sin because they are no longer subservient subjects willing to sacrifice themselves for his benefit (and yes, I know Ultima probably isn't a him per se but I'm simply using the pronoun as an easy shorthand).

In the end, Ultima is a cruel god. One Clive must need take down if there is any hope in saving the world.

And he manages to do so.

These themes are further explored in the two DLC fort he game: Echoes of the Fallen and The Rising Tide. As it took me quite a while to actually get started, I was able to play through both of them before I finally gave Ultima his comeuppance with a deft punch to the face. An ending that was more humorous than cathartic.

It is my humble opinion that the game's focus on 'dark and gritty' somewhat took away from what could have been an even better game. Much like Forspoken, I felt the game was under-saturated. There could have been more contrast and a bit more colour to the world. I would have also liked to have heard a completed Chocobo theme melody.

In the pursuit of trying to be a 'serious' game, FF16 also failed to insert in any meaningful minigames that could alleviate the doom and gloom of the plot.

Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy the story. But most Final Fantasy games are pretty dark if you consider their actual ramifications: from Final Fantasy VI to Final Fantasy XIII. That doesn't preclude them from having their lighter moments to add some much needed levity. Although, Gav is quite able to do it pretty well. A solid character that Gav.

Speaking of characters, I loved the cast of FF16, although I did find the chemistry between Jill and Clive a little stilted. I was much more invested in the romance between Dion and Terence (although I wouldn't have minded some Dion and Joshua, or Joshua and Mid. Heck, even Clive and Cid would have been pretty steamy). But my absolute favourite character would have to go to Torgal. Our frostwolf with magical abilities and can live up to, at least, 18.

Although, he doesn't hold a candle to Ambrosia. How old can chocobos get up to anyway? Enquiring minds need to know.

Oh, and uncle Byron Rosfield is GREAT too. He's so unserious! And the way Clive managed to convince his uncle who he was!

Combat-wise, FF16 shines. While Clive can party up with the other characters, they simply feel like tag-alongs with Clive doing most of the heavy lifting. At least they can't get knocked out (which is a definite plus)! But what I liked most about the combat was how it was tied into the story.

New abilities Clive obtains are linked to the Eikons he absorbs. And they all play differently. While Titan is focused on defence, Bahamut is all about charging up that Megaflare to do extensive area-of-effect damage. Shiva, meanwhile, has the ability to freeze enemies - giving Clive some breathing room to think before Phoenix sees him rushing in to deliver the final blow.

In the end, I ended up with a loadout that made use of Ramuh's Judgement, Garuda's ability to quickly whittle down the stagger gauge and Titan's block ability to keep both myself alive while also dealing as much damage as I could possibly. Perhaps I should have traded in Odin's Zantetsuken for more carnage but a lot of the story boss battles also traded normal blow-by-blow battles with more cinematic clashes. Something that was quite awe-inspiring when it came to the fight with Titan and Bahamut but could not find the same heights in later boss battles with Ultima and Odin.

Overall, my time with FF16 was astounding. Yes, some of the cutscenes were a little longer than necessary as they talked about politics, but I didn't mind given it's one of my favourite genres to read. And I also appreciated how early Ultima made his appearance. This was no final boss skulking in the shadows that jumped out right at the end without any explanation (well, he kinda was but I'll give the writers of FF16 a pass on that). The message, too, the game is trying to convey is relevant and current.

And I can't forget the accents!

I love me the various different UK accents! Xenoblade did it and now Final Fantasy is jumping on the trend!

Should a Final Fantasy XVII ever come out, I'd be interested to see the direction of where Square-Enix takes their next entry. I'm sure it'll revolve around taking down a God somehow (it almost always is) and our protagonist will pull through with the power of FRIENDSHIP! But it's the setting that I'm much more excited to see and explore.

I've certainly enjoyed this diversion into high fantasy with elements of political struggle. And honestly? I'd like to see more. Suppose that's why Final Fantasy Tactics tickled my fancy and why I'm hoping for more from the DioField Chronicle. Certainly, I want to know more about the Continent - the other piece of Valisthea that was never explored and where Harpocrates III, Charon and a few other characters hailed from.

If ever there should be a spin-off, I would be very glad to see what else the world of Valisthea has to offer. Or even how our characters navigate the new world they find themselves in.

There are, after all, so many unanswered questions. Like, if Clive did resurrect Joshua in the end, how did he reach shore without possibly drowning? He wasn't on the beach with Clive as his big brother turned to stone.

Or, how old can Torgal get? How do the people adapt to the sudden loss of magic?

Are there still monsters?

Does Gav take on the mantle of 'Cid the Outlaw?' Do the people in the Hideaway stop hiding and actually lead the people to a brighter tomorrow with their technology? Will Mid ever get her flying machine to work?

So many questions, so little time.

Before I go, though, dear reader, I'd like to leave off with another quote from the game. One that I think speaks to many: People need dreams to chase, especially in a world like this one.

[schmooplesboop]

I like that the one requirement to be A Cid is that the booba has to be out lmao

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 30: free use, its a special day at the hideaway!

full view on poipiku!

[summonernoctis]

everyone online comparing all the final fantasy games in heated discourse while i'm in the corner playing with the characters like dolls and making crossover crack ships among them

[kihel-sorcass]

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

Kihel couldn't deny that it was a nice change to have someone look out for her - or even care enough for it. Usually on the roads between the cities everyone fought for themselves. And she didn't doubt that the man in the red armour could easily fight off any beasts, even those infected by the Blight.

So for a moment she was baited into almost just nodding along to his instructions. There was a tension in the air. As if they were being watched by something. Or someone. Whatever it was... it was dangerous and lurked in the shadows of dawn.

Kihel watched the man for a moment, before she also looked at their surroundings again, keeping close to the man. And she dared to speak up against his advice.

"I can't, milord. If you go down... I better treat whatever wound made you go down. I don't think I could outrun whatever monster or bandit is able to take you down."

A pretty analytical view - but one that Kihel had found to be practical in her quest to survive all on her own. She couldn't be foolish. And she couldn't simply leave someone behind, who was hurt. Besides... there was someone else about the stranger...

"But... I also heard someone else call you Cid. And if you are the Cid, you already survived one of the biggest fights, that no one else could have survived... right? I heard that Cid never dies."

@outlaws-legacy

[ruukina]

WOLFISH

FANDOM: final fantasy xvi PAIRING: clive rosfield x reader ( gender neutral, afab ) RATING: explicit / 18+. minors dni. SUMMARY: After an exhausting week of running around Valisthea, you return home with your heart full and missing a certain outlaw. What you find upon your return is different... but not unwelcomed. WARNINGS: slightly rough sex, dirty talking, breeding kink, implied heat cycle. WORD COUNT: 7.7k

A/N: yeah i'm fairly down bad for this man. i normally don't write reader fics but i'm trying to expand my horizons so. here we are. gotta feed myself in this economy right?? expect more ffxvi stuff, whether its reader insert or other shit because the brainworms are very bad.

read on ao3!

It’s a silent ride back to Hideaway, as it always is on these solo missions of yours.

It’s not a common thing, but every so often you find yourself having to run around all of Valisthea with the job of making payments and collecting orders from the many kind souls that have been helping the cause that even keeps your personal home afloat. In fact, you could even say as Cid’s personal advisor, this was your main job; Otto was busy running the Hideaway and keeping it in check, so the job fell to you when you weren’t tailing after the man you worked under.

You also didn’t mind it, because it meant you had some time to yourself. You had the wind at your back, the smell of sea water to keep you company, and you could be in your thoughts alone.

Usually you didn’t mind it, at the very least. 

It’s not a long task to do or even a hard one, in fact you’d argue that most of your time spent there is arguing with the likes of Martha and Isabelle and even L’ubor to accept the gil that Cid himself has offered to give them, but this month’s mission of yours was different. It seemed like a certain boss of yours had racked up a few requests and the people he graciously helped either wanted to give him a reward or send a letter to ask for more help. And since you were unfortunately playing messenger, it meant that you were basically running around and doing his job… in the sense of gathering the requests and gifts, of course.

So, you were being a little delayed in returning. You made sure to send a Stolas, to let everyone know you weren’t dead - just incredibly busy.

But now you finally found yourself on the ferry back home and you were impatient to get back. Excited to get back to everyone, excited to finally be returning after about a week of having to travel by Chocobo to get to everywhere.

Excited to return back to him.

“Hey, Obolus, are we almost there yet?” You peer over to the ferryman, the wind wilding through your hair.

Obolus didn’t even look back at you, as he ‘tsks’ in response. “We’ll get there when we get there. Asking every five seconds won’t make the boat go any faster.”

You scrunch your nose at him, but he did unfortunately have a point. The trip usually never feels so long, but after being away for what seems like months, you were just anxious to get back and rest your feet. The silence of the ride passes, with only the sound of waves pressing against the exterior of the boat. 

You lean against the side and take the chance to reflect on all that’s happened. All that you’ve experienced. 

All that you’ve done.

You don’t really remember when you became Cid’s advisor. It’s had to have been years at this point, you remember only barely being what one would call an adult. You were a bearer without a brand, hiding your magic behind crystals. It’s what your father had taught you, to protect you from the cruel world you were born in. You were cursed, your mother refused to even acknowledge your existence - even more so after the death of your father. You only lived the way that you did because your mother loved your father more than she loved you, and made your father take care of you.

Your father never gave up on you. An idealist in a world of realists, he really thought you could be the one to change the world. 

He set himself up for failure, you bitterly had thought when news of his death arrived at your doorstep. He died for a cause he believed in, sure, but now he expected you to carry on that torch for him. And maybe there was a part of you that wanted to fight for a better world than the one you were handed, for those like you. You weren’t really sure what your true feelings were at that time.

There was one thing you did know, however; you knew you weren’t safe in your mother’s care, so you ran the day after your father’s passing and never looked back. You’re not even sure if your mother is even still alive or if she even misses you. Did she start anew, start all over with someone else and have a child she could be proud of?

As the years went on, you found that you didn’t even care. You can’t remember her face anymore.

You were crafty, a trickster, because that’s what kept you alive. Somehow, your paths with Cidolfus Telamon crossed. Not just once or twice, but five times. Four times, you rejected his appraisal and invitation to join him.

On the fifth path crossed, and the day he saved you from death, you finally joined him. You didn’t really expect to stay long in Hideaway, only thinking you would spend a few weeks or even a month before you jumped ship. You never stayed in one place for long, because it was always too dangerous for you to attach yourself to people. But everyone was so kind, so nice to you, and welcomed you with open arms. 

Especially Cidolfus.

You clung to him a lot, maybe because despite only meeting him five times he was the only person you really knew, and somehow you managed to become his advisor with your skills and your ability to pull him back to the ground. Otto was against it at first, not because he didn’t like you, but you were barely an adult. Yet, Cid had smiled and patted you on the shoulder, telling Otto that there was more to you than meets the eye.

It’s much more than what your mother gave you. Worthless, unneeded, dirty, sinful - that’s all that she had called you. Your own father would try and raise your spirits, but her words were sharp as a knife and they cut wounds in your wrists. Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and you stayed. You stayed with the people who would become your family.

One day, Cid left with Goetz and the wolf he ( or rather, charon ) cared for, because of rumors of Shiva’s Dominant finally rising in a place where he can finally catch her, to give her the freedom she needed. He came back with Goetz carrying a girl on his back, and a branded man with the wolf practically attached to his hip.

Clive Rosfield.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but the man before you would change your life completely.

Cid introduced you to him, asking you to watch over him and help him adjust to the Hideaway. It’s almost funny to think about, because despite Clive’s grumblings about ‘not staying long’ ( words that echoed in your head as familiar, because you had said the same thing ), when you finally got track of him again, he was out helping the people of Hideaway. 

You made a joke about that and he quickly looked away, some colour on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. It was a cute sight, unsightly for a rugged man like him. Despite his appearances, he was kind and soft, albeit a bit cynical from the hardships he faced in his life. Then you ended up helping him help people, because there wasn’t much to do at that time and you needed to stretch your legs, and that’s how Cid decided on his great idea to make Clive your personal assistant.

Clive then realized when Cid told him you ran him ragged, he meant it, because once Cid assigned Clive to you, it didn’t take you long to get him working because as long as someone could move, they could work. But of course, you joined Clive on his journey to help him out. Some days you had to stay at Hideaway but for the most part, you were at his side alongside Cid. 

You and Clive bonded together. Quick whips with one another, long nights together trying to figure out your next course of action with the Mothercrystals and how to save Valisthea, and slowly he became someone you… well, liked, essentially. You don’t exactly make friends with people, because you’ve never really had the chance to do so, but somehow Clive stabbed his way into your life and heart. 

He became softer with you, and you did too. You found it was easy to smile with him, to laugh with him, to love him. It scared you, because Clive was a Dominant - the second, mysterious Eikon of Fire, and yet something so much more than that. It was basically a target on your back, even more so than the relationship you had with Cid.

But you found that you couldn’t stop loving him, that you would endure the burning world for him. Maybe that scared you more.

He held you when you sobbed and broke down over Cid - the first time your mask of being strong ever cracked. You hated it, you hated being weak, because Cid didn’t need weak people helping him. Cid needed someone who could put themselves back together, but this time you couldn’t. The pieces of you were scattered all over the floor like glass and every time you picked one up, you cut your hand and let the blood drip from your wound.

Yet, Clive held you. He held you close, he didn’t judge you, because he was crying alongside you. Cid meant so much to everyone, including him. You sat in his arms, and he didn’t leave until he knew he could leave you alone without worrying over you. His gentleness contrasted his roughened up look, he looked at you so softly and filled with fondness towards you. He was not afraid to help pick up the pieces, even if it meant cutting his hands in the process. 

He put you back together, and he didn’t complain about it. Not even once.

Your relationship with him bloomed. Your friendship with him became something new, something else. It was a dangerous love, because of who Clive Rosfield is - what he is. Yet, you never swayed. You never faltered.

No matter what, he’s Clive to you.

But in public, he is Cid and you are Cid’s advisor - like you always were. You two were professional on the outside, only sneaking away to shed those titles when you had enough time to. You didn’t get those chances a lot, but when you did he made sure to treat you like you were a deity. You’ve had lovers in the past, but they never made you feel like Clive made you feel. He made you feel loved, appreciated, cared for. You took care of him, but he always took care of you in return. He never simply just took, he always gave back.

No wonder you were anxious to get back to him; you’ve missed him dearly.

“We’re approaching the Hideaway!”

The ferryman’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. You open your eyes, quickly looking towards the horizons. Even in the blackest of nights, with the moon being your only light, you could see the shape of the broken down airship that you and everyone else called home. You could feel the smile creeping on your face.

“I’m home,” you whisper.

To who exactly? Not yourself, but to the man who was waiting for you.

You thank Obolus for the ride home as you step off of the boat, quickly rushing up the stairs. Most people had turned in for the night so there were only a few souls still haunting the Hideaway, and they offered their greetings to you and a cheery ‘welcome back, advisor!’, to which you returned with a smile.

You feel a little silly rushing through the halls, like an eager child, but you were happy to be home. 

You were happy about seeing him again.

You skid to a stop when you reached your destination. The Tub and Crown was a bit of a ghost town around this time, but you knew there were still a few people aside from Maeve haunting the area.

And you weren’t wrong. There sat Gav and Jill, with Torgal laying at Jill’s side. The hound lifts his head up at the sound of your footsteps, and once he lays his eyes on you he quickly stands up and rushes over towards you with a happy sounding bark. Since becoming Clive’s partner, Torgal never really left your side either. If he wasn’t with his owner or Jill, he was shuffling at your hip and following you around.

“Torgal!” You greet happily, kneeling on the ground to pet him and spoil him with some treats you carried on hand once you got close enough to where the two sat.

The two break from their conversation to see what Torgal was barking at, both of them greeting you with a smile on their faces.

“Well, if it ain’t our favorite advisor!” Gav slams his drink down. He looks you over, peering at the basket of gifts and requests at your side - all for a certain someone. “Talk about bein’ fashionably late. You weren’t kiddin’ when you said almost everyone in Valisthea was keepin’ you away.”

Jill nods her head in agreement, cupping her own chin to look over the heavy basket. “It sounds like you’ve had quite the adventure yourself.”

“Oh, it was the same ol’ stuff I deal with everyday. Just this time everyone in Valisthea caught wind that Cid’s advisor was in town and decided to make it their problem.” You rub Torgal’s belly, to which the hound accepts with happy pants. 

Speaking of the aforementioned man… You look to the side of Gav. No handsome brooding man there. 

You look to the side of Jill. No handsome brooding man there, either.

“Where is Clive?” You stop petting Torgal for a moment. “I figured he would be hanging out with you.”

Gav rolls his eyes a little, both good naturedly but also in some slight annoyance. “Went right to his chambers to work on things when we got back. He’s been in a bloody mood all week.” The scout holds up a finger. “Scowlin’ more than usual, more antsy than usual, tappin’ his foot while he waits at the door.” Every reason is met with a finger going up. “Not like everyone is afraid of him here, but it felt like we had to walk on eggshells around him. Even Charon was tryin’ not to rib him so hard.”

You blink a little, a brow raised. “Has the missions been going poorly or something?”

“Fuck no,” Gav shakes his head in response. “Everything’s been going smoothly. He’s just been actin’ like a shite.”

“He hasn’t been that bad,” counters Jill. Though, there’s a slight pause of hesitation from her. “But Gav isn’t wrong, he has been in a bit of a mood. More than likely, he was just worried about you.”

Worried about you? It’s not like you can’t handle yourself, and you’ve definitely been on missions longer than a week without him. You can’t help but scrunch your nose in thought - as always, when you’re thinking hard. Something was up with him, clearly.

Jill reads you like a book, with a smile on her face. “He’s still up, last time I checked. He’s burying his nose in reports as to distract himself. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the visit from you.” She stands up from her seat, as Torgal also rolls over and trots back to her side. “I’ve got some work to do with Tarja, but it was nice seeing you tonight.”

You nod your head, standing up and dusting yourself off. “Tarja, huh? Try not to stay up too late with her, alright?” You laugh a little when Shiva’s dominant huffs softly at your teasing, giving you just a gentle nudge in return. The two of you have gotten quite close over the years, and she was supportive of you and Clive. You felt like you could sigh in relief at that, that you didn’t have to worry about Clive’s childhood friend coming after you.

Gav finishes his drink, standing up as well. “I’m turnin’ in for the night.” He pats your shoulder with a grin on his face. “Make sure you give our leader a nice, warm welcome!”

He only grins harder seeing your cheeks turn red like a tomato at the implication of his words, and Jill’s soft laughter only makes you turn ever redder. Ah, there was your punishment for teasing Jill. The three of them make their way out of the alehouse, your eyes following them as you think about your conversation.

He’s in a mood.

What could he be in a mood about? You’ll have to do some digging, which isn’t hard - if there’s one thing Clive is with you that not even a sour mood could change, it’s that he was honest with you. It’s one of his best traits, really, that he’s open with his feelings and doesn’t usually shy away from speaking his mind about certain things. It’s not always easy, because there are some things he keeps to his chest, but for the most part communication is always important between you two. You pick up the basket of gifts and quickly make it to the end of the hall, where Clive’s chambers were.

And well, they were technically your chambers too, you think with the heat growing at your cheeks once more.

Shifting the basket a little, you use your free hand to knock on his chamber doors - once, twice and thrice.

“The door’s unlocked.” Clive’s low voice fills your ears. He already has you sighing and letting out a quivering breath. Founder, you’ve missed him.

You open the door with a smile on your face. You take in the sights before you - his room is as you left it, with the man himself seated at the desk. He seems to be burying himself in his usual reports and paperwork, just as Jill said. He didn’t even lift his head upon you entering.

“Guess who.” You smile, as you close the door behind you.

The sound of your voice has Clive immediately lift his head from his work. Cerulean eyes widened, the quill he was using drops from between his fingers and clattering on the desk.

“You’re back.” He sounds almost breathless. His chest raises a little as he breathes in and out, those cerulean eyes of him looking a lot more puppy-dog than usual.

This was different, indeed.

You walk towards him, placing the basket on the edge of the desk not covered in scattered papers. “Just got back. Gifts for you by the way, I was hunted down by weary souls who wanted to give their thanks to the so-called Cid the Outlaw.” You peer at him with a gentle, loving smile on your face.

He laughs a little in response, a rare smile forming on his own features. “No wonder you’re late. Sorry about that. I’ll be sure to pen my thanks to them soon.”

You shake your head at him. “Oh, don’t even start with the apologies. It’s my job to aid you, it’s kind of in the title.” A pause, shifting your feet a little as you hold your hands behind your back, shyly. “And… you know I’ll do anything for you, Clive.”

The words you whisper made him smile a little more. “You have perfect timing. I’m actually finishing up and I could use your advice.” He nudges his chair back a little, gently patting his thigh. 

For a moment, you stare with a tilted head, until you realize the implications. Your cheeks turn red.

Oh, he’s inviting you to sit there.

Oh, this was different, indeed.

But you don’t hesitate or falter at all. You take a seat on his thigh, leaning against him. One of his strong arms wraps themselves around your waist, pulling your body flushed against his. The position is a little embarrassing, you have to admit to yourself, but it feels warm, comforting - loving. It doesn’t take long for you to fall back into place, flipping through the letters and offering your advice and help to him.

It also doesn’t take long for Clive to stop paying attention. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. His hot breath tickles your skin, a shiver running down your spine, as his fingers draw circles in your hip. His lips ghosts around your skin, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your neck as though he was whispering forbidden words in your skin. The quill from his fingers once again falls onto the desk, the reports forgotten about as his attention shifts to you. It’s hard to focus when he’s like this, so you decide to also forget about the many papers that littered his desktop.

“Jill and Gav told me you were in a mood.” You finally shift the conversation to what was really on your mind.

Clive only offers a grunt at first. “I’m not really in a mood.”

“Are you? You’re acting a little differently tonight.” Your fingers run through his hair, out of his eyes. “What’s on your mind, Clive? You know you can tell me.”

For a moment, he hesitates, but he knows he doesn’t like keeping secrets from you. You know he doesn’t like keeping secrets from you. He pulls you close to him, finally lifting his head to look you in the eye.

“I was fine when you left, but after a day, it felt like there was a pit in my stomach.” Clive runs his fingers up and down your hip. “Hunger, I suppose, is the best way to describe it.”

“Hunger?”

“I felt like I couldn’t focus with you gone. It was worse when I was here alone. Your scent was so much stronger than it usually was…” Clive recounts, averting his gaze for a moment from slight embarrassment, but he quickly focuses back on you. “The more days you were away, the more the hunger grew.”

“And the grouchier you got?” You tease him, though your tease was cut short and replaced with a slight yelp when he pinches your thigh with a huff.

“I wasn’t grouchy.” He counters, but his tone of voice sounds like he’s not exactly fighting the accusation.

You think about what he’s said, though. A hunger he felt for you. It started happening when you first left. He found that your scent was stronger than normal, even when you weren’t there. The symptoms sounded fairly familiar to you, and you hummed a little in thought as you ran your fingers through his hair. He groaned in delight at that, leaning into your touch and burying his face in the crook of your neck once more.

“Maybe you’re going through a rut?”

Clive lifts his head up. “A rut? I’m not a dog, love.”

“I mean, you travel with a dog, you constantly have a permanent puppy-dog eyes look on you and you turn into a dog-lizard thing. You’re kind of dog-adjacent.” You shrug cheekily, with an equally cheeky smile on your face. “But I’m serious about the last thing. We don’t know a whole lot about Ifrit. Maybe it’s going through some kind of rut or something and it’s affecting you. It is springtime, you know. Maybe nature is just setting course for Ifrit, too.”

It’s a pretty plausible theory. Clive stops to think about it for a brief moment, his breath tickling your neck once more as you sigh. Still, he says nothing at first and pauses his movements, until he looks right back up at you, his gaze meeting yours.

“You do realize the implications of your theory, right?” His pupils are blown out, more than usual. His strong, calloused hands grip your hips, shifting you a little so your lower half is flushed right against his.

Oh, there’s something pressing against you. Your body warms up, a heat and ache pooling right in your core. 

You didn’t realize how much you miss his body pressing against yours in such a sinful manner, until he rolls his hips against yours in want and need.

“I meant what I said,” you begin to say, your hands gripping to his shoulders as you slowly grind against the bulge in his pants, meeting his hips’ movements. You couldn’t help but grin a little when he moaned lowly, a sound just for you. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Clive.”

That’s all you’re able to get out at that point, because once you give him permission to do what he needs to do, Clive’s lips press against yours. It was only a sweet, soft kiss for a for seconds at best, because it quickly turned into something fierce, hungry. His tongue prods against your lips, wanting access into your warm mouth, and you gladly part your lips for him, because you need him as much as he needs you. Your tongue presses and swirls against his - it’s a small battle for dominance you never win, but you know he likes a small challenge. His own tongue presses and pins yours, until you ease away to let him completely take the reins.

The kiss is hot, wet, truly sinful. His hands grope everywhere he could, mostly squeezing at your thighs and hips with his fingers digging into your soft, plump flesh until they found their way to your rear. Squeezing and grabbing, groping in such a way that would make you flustered had you not been needy with your own arousal, he lifts you up as though you’re made of nothing but feathers, and truly you’re a little limp in his grasp. Clive’s strength always managed to make you feel dizzy, in a good way, and that doesn’t change here. He pushes his chair back, leaving the desk and the many reports he still has to do in the dust and makes his way towards his bed - your shared bed.

He only breaks the kiss to place you down on the mattress, gentle pants leaving both of your lips as a string of saliva connects the two of you. It breaks as he pulls away a little more, only to dive back in and press fluttering, wet kisses to your neck. Just like the kiss from before, it turns into something a little more hot and brutal; his lips suck at your skin to give it a bruising mark, teeth sinking into your flesh to draw just a little bit of blood from you. You groan hotly, your fingers gripping at his dark locks as your hips jolt upwards. Clive licks and kisses at the bruise and bite mark he left, panting gently against your flesh.

“You still taste so, so good.” Clive whispers into your skin, as his hands tug right at your shirt. He tries his best not to rip it, but unbuttoning your shirt during these kinds of acts was never exactly a cleanful tact, because you can already see a few buttons pop off just from him ripping it open. You chuckle a little; some things really don’t change.

Your chest is bared to him, and Clive wastes no time in pressing gentle kisses on naked skin. Trailing down, he kisses, licks and sucks on any skin he could latch himself onto and sinks teeth into your sink that leaves behind a delicious sting of pain, until finally reaching your left breast. Your breath hitches a little as his tongue swirls around the nub of your nipple, the hitched breath morphing into a needy moan once his lips latch around it to give it a gentle suck. His fingers tease and play with the unattended one, his attacks on you relentless and cruel - cruel in the sense he never slowed down.

“Clive.” you whine with a high-pitched voice, trying your best to roll your hips against his. But he doesn’t let you, pinning you down with just his pelvis. He lifts his head up, a smirk on his face.

“Just lay there and let me make you feel good,” whispers Clive. The way his low voice sounded so commanding, you can’t help but obey him. He was always like this, though; he was always chasing for your pleasure and never his own. He loved you, he wanted to make you feel good. It was never really fair! But at the same time, it truly was nice. He was so different from lovers you had in the past, who only cared about their own needs.

He attends to your other breast, giving it the same treatment - a lick here, a suck there, leaving a trail of bruises and bite marks in his wake. Once he’s satisfied, his lips start to trail downwards. He worships you like this, with his lips and his tongue, making sure there’s a patch of skin with his mark on it. His hands make work of your bottoms, pulling off the offending fabric until you were just left in your undergarments. You expect to feel his fingers on your skin so he can pull them down, but instead when you look down, you see Clive is using his teeth to pull them down.

Oh, this is different. Normally he takes his time with you; press himself against you, kiss you all over. Even as someone who prefers to please his partners more than please himself, it seems like tonight he’s impatient.

“Seems like someone’s been wanting this,” chuckles Clive as he spreads your lower lips a little to inspect you. “You’re already so soaked. All I did was tease you a little. Founder, you’re as depraved as I am.” His hot breath hits your wetness as he speaks, never once pressing his lips against you. You jolt a little at the feeling, a soft huff escaping your lips.

“You started this mess,” You tell him, your fingers already gripping in his hair. “You finish it.”

Another chuckle leaves his lips. Clive is impatient, though, and he wastes no time in pressing his lips right against your dripping entrance. His tongue is relentless here just as it was on your skin; it wastes no time in slipping inside of you, as he starts to drink your essence and fuck you with his tongue alone. It’s almost unbearable to you, in a good way - he drinks like a man starved.

Clive is so good to you, but he knows how to be so cruel, because he knows you enjoy it. He knows how easily you melt on his tongue, and he enjoys every single moment of it.

His fingers slip in as well, two of them pumping in and out as he moves upwards a little, finding your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks at it and you feel the smirk against your entrance as soon as you squeak and moan from his actions. He licks, sucks, his movements becoming faster with each second that passes. You’re trying so hard to swallow back your moans, but the moment his lips wrap around your clit and give it a hard suck, you can’t control your volume anymore. It echoes off of the walls, embarrassingly so, but your mind is so fogged that you don’t seem to care like you usually would.

The knot in your lower stomach painfully tightens, you can feel yourself reaching your peak as Clive continues to tease your clit and thrust his fingers in and out of you. Just as you’re about to find your release, though, he abruptly stops. He pulls himself off of you, his fingers are coated with your essence.

“Clive–” You begin to whine, almost in pain. You stop yourself short when you watch him lick his fingers clean - slowly, like he’s putting on a show for you. Once they’re clean, he looks at you as though he’s a predator who has caught prey in his trap. The slight darkness of the room makes his cerulean eyes have a glow to them. The knot in your stomach returns.

He intends to devour you, his way. He’s going to drag this out, until you’re begging and crying for release.

Clive crawls back onto the bed, his hands moving to undo all of the leathers and fabric of his clothing, until he’s as bare as you are. His cloak and shirt go first, dropping onto the ground until his chest is revealed to you. Greagor, you could probably write several missives about Clive’s chest and muscles, but despite what your lover may say, you’re not that depraved. You keep all of those thoughts to yourself, like a good advisor should. Your eyes drift down with his hands, watching as they fumble a little with his belt, stifling a laugh from how needy and excited he is.

You stop laughing once he finally does undo his belt and pull his pants down, revealing his hard cock to you. You’ve seen it before, it’s been inside of you multiple times now, but you still hitch your breath when you see it. The gods certainly graced Clive with something to brag about, for certain. 

If you ever do meet Ultima maybe you should thank him for giving his vessel something that would make you cross your eyes and forget your own name, but something tells you a narcissistic god obsessed with the purity of his vessel may not appreciate the sonnets a mere mortal would write about said vessel’s cock.

Pre-cum dribbles at the tip, his fingers coated in a mix of his saliva and your juices as he uses it to his advantage to stroke himself a little, to really give you a show now. You hear yourself panting, your chest heaving up and down as you watch the sinful sight before you.

“Enjoying yourself?” Clive smirks, smugness in his voice.

You huff a little in response. “I’ll only enjoy myself when you actually fuck me instead of showing off, Rosfield.”

He laughs a little, leaning down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “As my faithful advisor commands.”

You have no time to respond, as he quickly flips you so you’re on your stomach, face slightly pressed against the pillow beneath you. He presses his front against your back, the tip of his cock pressing against your wet folds teasingly. Your needy whine and rear thrusting back to try and get him inside of you earns a laugh from him, but thankfully he’s not intensely cruel tonight. He presses inside of you, though it’s not as slow as he normally is. Normally he takes his time with you, but in just seconds he’s got his entire length inside of you. You feel the way his body shudders against your back, your soaked walls clenching around him. A sigh passes your lips, morphing into a moan. 

You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him.

His thrusts are slow at first, but it doesn’t take him long for him to pick up his speed. His hips meet your backside, a wonderful symphony of skin slapping against each other fills the room, loud enough to make your ears burn with embarrassment. You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your moans. A hand wraps itself around the back of your neck, though, to pull you up towards its owner. Clive’s heavy breath is in your ear now, worsening your arousal.

“Don’t hide your voice from me,” pants Clive, sharp teeth nibbling at your earlobe. “I want to hear you.”

And you find that you can’t deny him. Your moans are loud, needy, your knuckles turning white from how roughly you’re gripping the sheets to the point where they might tear. His other hand snakes down your stomach, reaching your lower half, and his fingers make work on your clit. It’s a slow rub, his thrusts contrasting the gentleness of his fingers. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening until–

Until he pulls right out of you.

You whine, loudly, at the loss. Your walls clench at nothing, and you try to thrust yourself back towards him, but Clive doesn’t let you do that. Instead, he flips you both again - him on his back and you sitting on his lap. He looks up at you with a smile, his hand running up and down your stomach once more.

“I know exactly what you like.” The outlaw says, pulling you forward so his cock rests right against your stomach. You feel how hot it is, how hard it is, and how it throbs and pulsates against your skin. “Show me how much you want to cum.”

Oh, he’s definitely dragging this out as long as he can. You can’t exactly blame him, you don’t want this to end either. 

But you also really need to reach your peak, otherwise you may burn the whole Hideaway down.

Your wobbly legs manage to hold yourself up, slowly moving down on him. Your whole body shudders as his cock fills you up again, the tip pressing against the deepest parts of your inside. You move up and down on his length, moans and pants spilling from your lips as you decide to not hide your voice any longer - because he wants to hear you. And you can’t deny him, because you don’t want to deny him.

“Founder, your voice alone drives me mad.” Clive growls, his hand squeezing your thigh as he thrusts upwards to meet your own movements. “Tried to focus on my work, tried to put you out of my head for days, but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I needed you blissed out on my cock–”

He’s rambling, his voice low and rough, and you love every second of it. Clive’s not much of a talker, but when he is, he makes you feel so depraved for him. Your legs were starting to shake and feel weak already, but you push yourself - you push yourself because you want this. Because you need this from him, just as much as he needed this from you.

“Clive,” you chant his name like a prayer, over and over again. You must sound delirious.

But Clive clearly doesn’t seem to mind, the way his back arches a little just from the sound of your sweet voice. It’s a powerful feeling, you realize, having such a powerful man like him weak at you - a mere mortal, a bearer but not a Dominant. Yet, it’s a good reminder that beneath everything, Clive is a mortal man as well.

“Can you feel me, sweetheart?” He places his hand on your lower stomach, feeling the way it bulges a little from the sheer size of him. You look down, shuddering at the sight as he continues to thrust upwards, your eyes following how the bulge disappears then reappears. “You take me so fucking well. It’s like you were made for me, the way you shake your hips like a woman at the Veil.”

You can’t respond, any time you try to all that fumbles from your lips are moans and whines of pure pleasure.

“I can get so deep into you like this,” groans Clive, his other hand grasping at your hip. “All the way into you. Fuck, I could breed you right here. I could make you swell with my child.”

Oh, that’s different.

And it’s clearly a good different, the way your body responds. Your walls clench around him, as if your body had a mind of its own, as if your body was begging for the man to breed you. He notices too, and he licks his lips and smirks once he realizes you may enjoy the idea as he did.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Another thrust upwards. His thrusts are getting sloppier and rougher, but Greagor does it feel so good. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself, seeing you like that. I’d fuck you every single day–”

You moan, so lecherously. “Clive, fuck, I’m going to cum!”

Both hands grab at your hips, fingers digging and sinking into your skin so hard you know there’s going to be some bruising there in the morning. But you don’t care. All you care about is the man underneath you, and chasing after your own release. Clive makes you move faster onto him, a growl rumbling from his throat.

“Go on, let yourself go.”

You were already so overstimulated from the foreplay from before, and the way his cock brushes against your sweet spots and bashes against the entrance to your womb, you can’t help it. Your walls tighten around him, and you let yourself go.

Another growl rumbles from his throat, this time he pulls you right down onto him, hard. It doesn’t take him long to follow you into a blissful climax, his hot seed pouring into you and flooding your insides. It’s a lot, more than usual, to the point where it floods out from your entrance and onto him.

You collapse onto him, and he instantly takes you in his arms. Slowly, he flips your positions again, just so he can press himself deeper into you. Thank the Founder, because your legs were about to give out.

A moment passes, until he finally pulls himself out from you. His blown out pupils watch as his seed overflows from you, dripping onto the sheets beneath you. He shudders at the sight, and you can’t help but shudder as well.

You’re fading in and out of existence, but when you mostly come to, Clive has wiped you and him down, cleaning you up and gently pressing kisses against any marks he’s left on you. The sheets will unfortunately have to wait until tomorrow. Frankly, you could give less of a shit about that.

The outlaw slumps himself against you, pulling you into his arms. You both lay there in a comfortable silence, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you.” His voice trembles, a little embarrassed - that’s the Clive you know. “I’ll, uh, make sure Tarja prepares a herbal tea for you tomorrow, so that you don’t…” He trails off, hiding his face against your neck even more now.

You chuckle, feeling the hotness of his cheeks against your skin. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” answers the male as he lifts his head up with a smile. “Much better. You always seem to know how to cure my worries and needs.”

“What can I say? I know my boss pretty well.”

He laughs, and your heart feels so warm, so in love with the man before you. Clive leans in, pressing his lips against yours to share a sweet, innocent kiss that contrasts the sinful act you both just partook in. And you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. You only stop when you feel something hard rub against your thigh, pulling back to see he was still pretty aroused. He’s a little sheepish at that, but he looks at you in want, in need - and love, as always.

“I don’t think one time is going to be enough for you, big guy.”

A sheepish laugh falls from his lips. “I don’t think so either. I might need a few more rounds. That is, if my faithful advisor is up to it.” 

He’s challenging you, clearly. The smirk on his face tells you all you need to know. You smirk back, bucking your hips against his to accept.

“Only if you do most of the work.” You tell him, a leg going in to wrap itself around his waist. “You made me weak in my knees, Lord Rosfield. A gentleman should take some responsibility for his actions.”

His low chuckle reaches your ears, as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. It’s a tender action, one that definitely makes you feel weak in the knees - if you hadn’t already. It doesn’t take him long to reenter you, and you can’t hide the shudder of your slightly overstimulated body. 

But you want everything he has to offer, the good and the bad of Clive Rosfield, and he’ll give it to you. 

Because he wants everything you have to offer, the good and the bad of his faithful advisor, in return.

“As you wish, my love.”

He claims your lips. The night goes on.

“Somethin’ seems to be on your mind.”

Jill looks towards the source of the voice. Gav stands next to her, arms crossed as he meets her gaze with a raised brow. The Dominant says nothing to him, only slowly returning her gaze to where she once was looking. Gav’s line of sight follows hers, landing right on the scene that was unfolding before them.

“Clive, I’m trying to do work!”

Hideaway’s poor advisor was currently trying to shake an overgrown Cid the Outlaw off of them, who has currently draped himself over you. It had been a single day since you had returned from your trip and needless to say, Clive was acting as though you had been gone for years. Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against yours.

“Nothing is stopping you from doing your work,” is all Clive remarks with, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Except for a fucking overgrown dog!”

Gav whistles at the sight before him. “Someone seems to be in a good mood.”

“Indeed,” nods Jill, her gaze never leaving the both of you. Right now you were trying to walk away, which resulted in you basically having to drag the second Eikon of fire around because he refused to let himself off of you. “But, I can’t help but wonder if this is worse than the mood he was in before.”

The scout shrugs his shoulders. “Our advisor has dealt with worse from him. And we don’t have to deal with him slobberin’ all over us, so I’d say a good mood is better than nothin’.”

The woman says nothing. She knows it’s going to be a few days before Clive will return to his normal self, if your theory about why he’s been moody all week rings true. Such things don’t end with a simple, pleasurable night. You’ll be fine, she knows that, so she’s not too worried that you won’t be able to handle Clive Rosfield.

It’s in your job description, after all.

( she’ll still pray to metia for you, at the very least, and hope you come out unscathed. )

[lieutenantraziel]

Swordtember sketches, Cid edition

[jesuisgourde]

A list of all the books mentioned in Peter Doherty's journals (and in some interviews/lyrics, too)

Because I just made this list in answer to someone's question on a facebook group, I thought I may as well post it here.

-The Picture of Dorian Gray/The Ballad Of Reading Gaol/Salome/The Happy Prince/The Duchess of Padua, all by Oscar Wilde -The Thief's Journal/Our Lady Of The Flowers/Miracle Of The Rose, all by Jean Genet -A Diamond Guitar by Truman Capote -Mixed Essays by Matthew Arnold -Venus In Furs by Leopold Sacher-Masoch -The Ministry Of Fear by Graham Greene -Brighton Rock by Graham Green -A Season in Hell by Arthur Rimbaud -The Street Of Crocodiles (aka Cinnamon Shops) by Bruno Schulz -Opium: The Diary Of His Cure by Jean Cocteau -The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson -Howl by Allen Ginsberg -Women In Love by DH Lawrence -The Tempest by William Shakespeare -Trilby by George du Maurier -The Vision Of Jean Genet by Richard Coe -"Literature And The Crisis" by Isaiah Berlin -Le Cid by Pierre Corneille -The Paris Peasant by Louis Aragon -Junky by William S Burroughs -Absolute Beginners by Colin MacInnes -Futz by Rochelle Owens -They Shoot Horses Don't They? by Horace McCoy -"An Inquiry On Love" by La revolution surrealiste magazine -Idea by Michael Drayton -"The Nymph's Reply to The Shepherd" by Sir Walter Raleigh -Hamlet by William Shakespeare -The Silver Shilling/The Old Church Bell/The Snail And The Rose Tree all by Hans Christian Andersen -120 Days Of Sodom by Marquis de Sade -Letters To A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke -Poetics Of Space by Gaston Bachelard -In Favor Of The Sensitive Man and Other Essays by Anais Nin -La Batarde by Violette LeDuc -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov -Intimate Journals by Charles Baudelaire -Juno And The Paycock by Sean O'Casey -England Is Mine by Michael Bracewell -"The Prelude" by William Wordsworth -Noise: The Political Economy of Music by Jacques Atalli -"Elm" by Sylvia Plath -"I am pleased with my sight..." by Rumi -She Stoops To Conquer by Oliver Goldsmith -Amphitryon by John Dryden -Oscar Wilde by Richard Ellman -The Song Of The South by James Rennell Rodd -In Her Praise by Robert Graves -"For That He Looked Not Upon Her" by George Gascoigne -"Order And Disorder" by Lucy Hutchinson -Man Crazy by Joyce Carol Oates -A Pictorial History Of Sex In The Movies by Jeremy Pascall and Clyde Jeavons -Anarchy State & Utopia by Robert Nozick -"Limbo" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge -Men In Love: Masculinity and Sexuality in the Eighteenth Century by George Haggerty

[arbitrary line break because tumble hates lists apparently]

-Crime And Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky -Innocent When You Dream: the Tom Waits Reader -"Identity Card" by Mahmoud Darwish -Ulysses by James Joyce -The Four Quartets poems by TS Eliot -Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare -A'Rebours/Against The Grain by Joris-Karl Huysmans -Prisoner Of Love by Jean Genet -Down And Out In Paris And London by George Orwell -The Man With The Golden Arm by Nelson Algren -Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates -"Epitaph To A Dog" by Lord Byron -Cocaine Nights by JG Ballard -"Not By Bread Alone" by James Terry White -Anecdotes Of The Late Samuel Johnson by Hester Thrale -"The Owl And The Pussycat" by Edward Lear -"Chevaux de bois" by Paul Verlaine -A Strong Song Tows Us: The Life of Basil Bunting by Richard Burton -Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes -The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri -The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling -The Man Who Would Be King by Rudyard Kipling -Ask The Dust by John Frante -On The Trans-Siberian Railways by Blaise Cendrars -The 39 Steps by John Buchan -The Overcoat by Nikolai Gogol -The Government Inspector by Nikolai Gogol -The Iliad by Homer -Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad -The Volunteer by Shane O'Doherty -Twenty Love Poems and A Song Of Despair by Pablo Neruda -"May Banners" by Arthur Rimbaud -Literary Outlaw: The life and times of William S Burroughs by Ted Morgan -The Penguin Dorothy Parker -Smoke by William Faulkner -Hero And Leander by Christopher Marlowe -My Lady Nicotine by JM Barrie -All I Ever Wrote by Ronnie Barker -The Libertine by Stephen Jeffreys -On Murder Considered As One Of The Fine Arts by Thomas de Quincey -The Void Ratio by Shane Levene and Karolina Urbaniak -The Remains Of The Day by Kazuo Ishiguro -Dead Fingers Talk by William S Burroughs -The England's Dreaming Tapes by Jon Savage -London Underworld by Henry Mayhew

[robo-writing]

Sweet Knowing

Summary: Cid becomes aware of the attention you seem to draw from a certain Rosfield, and uses it to his advantage.

Warnings: implied voyeurism, p in v actions, 18+ MDNI

This is the second part to this, but can be read on its own.

Cid can be called a slew of things; Lord Commander, Dominant of Ramuh, Outlaw—but one thing he cannot be called, is a fool.

When he found the young Rosfield in the wastelands he felt his heart tug at the display; of a man beaten and broken, only to find that his mission was to kill his childhood friend, one he thought dead long ago. He didn’t think twice about recruiting him to the cause, bringing him to The Hideaway and giving him a rundown of his plans to free bearers from their lot in life. He offered the boy a hot meal and a warm bath, or rather his beloved did.

When word got around that there was a newcomer she was ready to accommodate him. Bright-eyed and friendly, you had offered him whatever was needed to make him feel at home.

“Gods, your clothes are filthy!” You gasped, scanning Clive from head to toe, shaking your head at the muddied state of his armor. “I’ll run to the markets tomorrow and get you some more suitable attire, I can’t let you sleep in armor.”

“Thank you ma’am, but there’s no need—“ he began, only to be stopped by your stern gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re a part of our merry band and I won’t have you sleeping in iron and steel. Now, when’s the last time you had a hot meal?”

Despite his protests you wouldn’t take no for an answer, offering Clive a handkerchief to wipe his face as you ran towards the kitchens to make your own stew for the war-weary traveler.

Cid noticed it when you set the plate full of soup in front of him, how Clive had gotten just the slightest bit nervous around you. He was already the quiet type but this was a different kind of quiet, as if he was afraid of saying something he shouldn’t. Subtle to anyone else, but not to him.

Intrigued, Cid didn’t say a word, only watched in amusement as the former Lord ate by the spoonful, thanking you profusely.

That same night you offered to give him a tour of what would be his new home. Clive had initially declined, afraid of taking advantage of your generosity, and it was only with a firm hand on his shoulder and encouragement from Cid that he accepted.

“Come now, the nice lady’s offered, you wouldn’t want to disappoint her now, would you?” He grins, waving a hand at your expectant form. “Promise she won’t bite.”

He finishes with a wink before pushing Clive a step forward, watching as he follows behind her like a lost puppy.

Let’s see how far this schoolyard crush goes.

The answer, he’d find out, is very far. Weeks have gone by and Clive still looks at you entranced, practically jumping at the opportunity to spend time with you. Just a minute ago you had offered for him to accompany you to gather some flowers, Tarja needing them for one reason or another, and Cid had never seen the man so eager to leave.

He watches the interaction from a secluded corner, a cigar between his lips, relishing in the view. Your doe-like eyes fluttering, the young Rosarian struggling to keep eye contact—the boy was a fool for you. Not that he could blame him, just looking at you made Cid’s heart jump in his chest, fondly remembering how nervous he was when he asked you to be his.

You were far too pretty, too humble, practically a walking angel and he was…him. He had his faults, but you, you were faultless, despite how many times you tried to convince him you weren’t. You’d spend the rest of your life trying to convince him because as far as Cid was concerned you were perfection personified, and nothing you’d say would change his mind.

His thoughts are broken when you notice his secluded form, the smallest wink being sent his way before returning to your conversation with Clive.

Well, you did have one fault; You could be a bit of a tease.

He still remembers what you told him days ago before he had to leave for an excursion. You kissed him goodbye before his mission, words as sweet as honey, only to whisper pure filth in his ears when no one was watching.

“Come back safe and I might give you a reward.”

He did not miss how your fingers wandered down his shirt for the briefest of moments, before pulling away enticingly.

He doesn’t think he’s ever completed a mission that fast before, or so effectively. Tarja was stunned to find not so much as a hair out of place considering his reputation for getting hurt, but Cid was too busy thinking about just how you would reward him for his efforts. The thought of it made him impatient, made him want to drag you away and keep you all to himself, but he could wait a while longer. You’d be back by tonight, and then he’d have you all to himself.

“Always so eager…” He murmurs against your lips, keeping you pressed into the sheets. Slow, sensual, he holds you close as he fucks you, taking his time to watch your eyes roll back and your jaw go slack.

Your legs close around his waist, pulling him ever further into your wet heat—he could never get used to how good you feel, how quickly you surrender yourself to him. He grinds himself harder against you, listening with pride when you whine his name.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs. “Missed me too, didn’t you?”

You nod shakily, unable to speak. He breathes you in, his hands touching every expanse of your skin from your hips to your breasts, unable to stop himself. His fingers hold firm against your pliant body, the smallest tremble moving through you when he presses himself deeper into your heat.

You cast a spell on him, a lust that borders on insanity. You clench against him so tightly like you never want him to leave, nails leaving angry lines against his back that he’ll be sure to be proud of in the morning. The slight sting only motivates him further, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That’s it,” he groans into your ear. “Don’t think, just feel, feel what you do to me.”

It’s in that moment that he hears the soft tapping of someone outside his door. Footsteps? This late into the night?

Stopping doesn’t so much as cross his mind—whatever it is cannot be more important than you.

His assault against your senses continues, hitting that soft spot that has you arch your back and moan his name like a whore.

“Gods, Cid…”

He unravels you, he keeps you whole, he takes your sanity and brings you to new heights all at the same time. The whiplash is dizzying, not sure if you should cry or beg for more.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps, pride in his voice. “Lay back and take it, just like that—“

His heart beats faster when you let out an even louder noise, squirming against his length. So good, so fucking perfect, you’re a dream, one he never wishes to wake from.

He moves with a practiced ease, focused on your pleasure, but also towards the door, distinctly aware of his midnight visitor. There were footsteps coming towards the door but none leaving it—whoever’s there is still listening.

An idea springs forth, feeling just the slightest bit mischievous.

Might as well give them a show.

His brings his thumb to your clit, circling it ever so slightly, teasing the hard nub and watching as you’re reduced to a mess before his very eyes. Mouth open and eyes lidded, you whimper under his commanding touch, begging for more.

“So good, so good, oh gods—please don’t stop—“ You cry, shaking against him. Your legs are barely able to hold onto him, a brutal pace being set and yet you beg him for more.

How could he resist when you ask him so nicely?

So he indulges you, and this time you really can’t keep up, trying and failing to match his rhythm but your poor abused body just can’t, no matter how badly you want to. Cid grabs you by the hips with both hands and presses you flush to him, practically breathing each other’s air. Between the scrape of the bed and the slap of skin against skin, Cid can faintly make out a muffled groan.

The tone is strikingly familiar.

He can’t help the wicked grin painted on his face.

He slows down, just enough to bring your attention back to him as he whispers against your neck.

“Do you hear that? We have an audience.”

Eyes glazed, you slowly gather your bearings before looking at him in confusion. “What are you—“

“Shhh,” he silences you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “It seems like a certain Rosarian has come to visit us.”

He grinds himself against you, your own sound of pleasure being followed by the softest grunt from outside the door. Your head turns, finally realizing with wide eyes.

“Is that—“

“It is,” he moves slowly against you, making sure to keep you pleasured but coherent. “I could tell him to leave, if that’s what you wish.”

He knows you better than you know yourself, so it’s no surprise to him when you shake your head.

“Keep going, please.”

The moment you give him permission he’s back to fucking you, thumb moving against your sensitive nub once more. You keen for him, louder and louder as he chases your lips impatiently, swallowing your moans with his tongue. When he pulls away he growls against your lips, eyes pinning you on the spot.

“Like being listened to? Like the idea of him knowing how desperate you are?”

You shake your head, but the way you tighten up tells another tale.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you do, it’s okay,” He coos, his own high slowly approaching. “You don’t think I see how he looks at you? How you’re so eager to let him follow you around?”

You shake your head ready to deny the accusation. The moment you do Cid’s movements slow to a crawl, holding you right on the edge, tantalizingly close to falling apart.

“Don’t, please move—“ He refuses when you beg, tears welling in your eyes as your pussy throbs for release, a release Cid holds you back from.

“What did I say my dear?” He breathes. “Don’t lie to me.”

You whimper, begging for mercy once again. “I promise, just, please don’t stop, need you to fuck me—”

Cid’s grin is nothing short of sinful. “Need me, or need us?”

The notion makes your heart stop, a shocked expression painting your face. And yet he can feel your velvety walls spasm around him, answer clear as day.

He laughs, breath heaving. “You do, don’t you? Want us to fuck you, treat you like the needy little whore you are—“

He’s moving again, even faster now. This time you can’t even bring yourself to lie, a broken mess below him. Half-uttered sentences and broken moans, too far gone to care about anything except how fucking good you feel.

You scream, and Cid hears a thump outside the door.

Hope he’s enjoying himself.

He wraps his arms around you, unwilling to let you go for even a second. “Fuck—say it, say you want us, fucking say it—“

“Yes—I want it, please—!”

Your cunt is so welcoming, he feels like he’s going to go mad. He gives his all and then some, relishes in how fucking tight you hold onto him, gushing around him.

“There’s my girl, come on, let go for me—“ He grunts into your skin, shuddering as his own release takes hold of him.

You look glorious, spread out before him. Even when you look fucked within an inch of your life he can’t help but admire what a fucking sight you are. He doesn’t stop, keeps going even though he’s so sensitive it’s downright painful, if only to squeeze out a few more seconds of your orgasm. Your sobs threaten to wake the entire Hideaway but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“Yesyesyes, so good, I can’t—fuck—I can’t—“

“Yes you fucking can,” Cid interrupts in awe. “Be good and let me see you stain the sheets love.”

[junie-junette]

Suteki da ne Playing in the distance I was thinking that maybe Gav has found the place and talked about it to Cid. And our fav outlaw knows that Clive deserves a break BADLY. So he has picked the lad and decided to go there with him. At first, Clive was unsure about it - Ifrit doesn't like a lot water. He hisses - but once into it ? Screw you, Ifrit, Clive ENJOYS the bath. Even more with Cid around hahaha ! I hope you'll like it !

[cryptictongues]

Follow the Morgenbeards

pairing: Clive Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 8.1k summary: Reader accompanies Clive for an errand. Mishaps occur.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, sex pollen, rough sex, possessive behavior, praise kink, creampie, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering

Minor spoilers that take place right before the five-year time split and a little bit after it. Certain quests from the game are referred to. Please read with caution.

[AO3 link to story]

You didn’t leave the Hideaway often. The only time you ever left was to run small errands for the people of the Hideaway when they were unable, such as picking up linens to make clothes for new arrivals and delivering tools to Martha and Quinten. Today, however, was a little different.

You were in the Shelves looking at a book for different needle threads and sewing techniques when you heard the doors open. Turning your head, you see it is none other than Clive Rosfield. You turn your head to act like you were still reading, trying to calm the warmth that’s trailing up your cheeks. No matter how comfortable I’ve become around him, he always seems to have an effect on me.

“What are you reading?” You hear that gravelly voice beside your head.

You turn to look at him only to look back down at the book. “It is a book on sewing. With more arrivals potentially coming, I want to learn how to better make clothes so I can help Hortense out. Making garments for a lot of people is a lot for one person.”

Clive laughs. “Says the lady who seems to enjoy taking the load off of others.”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do. Especially when you stay at the Hideaway most days.” You smile.

Clive pulls up a chair to sit next to you. You notice how close he is, practically feeling the heat his body seems to produce from the leather he wears. Oh Founder he is going to be the death of me.

You shut the book and turn to him fully. “So what do I owe for this visit?”

“I can’t just come to see how you are doing?” Clive remarks.

“Well, of course you are welcome to do that. I just know you are a busy man. Have a lot of things on your plate as of recently.” You shrugged. He has been gone more and more these days and you can’t blame him. He has a lot to live up to as Cid the Outlaw.

“I always have time for you, my lady.”

You can feel your heart flutter. He is genuinely too much.

Clive continues. “However, I do have a reason as to finding you today. Nigel wants me to collect Morgenbeard seeds, and I was wondering if you’d accompany me to collect them. He said they are native to Rosaria but I can’t recall the name or what they could look like. I could use your expertise.”

You’ve always loved flowers. You grew up in the Dhalmekian Republic, which is mostly desert. There was a vendor at the Dalimil Inn that would always sell fresh flowers. How they got them? You never could figure it out. But ever since seeing them, you have been fascinated; read all the books you could find on flowers native to different areas of Valisthea. The fact that Clive remembered how much you love flowers and learning about them made you smile. He has a great memory, apparently. 

“I would love to! I know there are a lot that grow in Sorrowise. Perhaps we could check there first.”

“Sorrowise it is then. Once you are ready, meet me at the pier so we may press on.” Clive states. You nod and with that he heads out the doors.

If only you knew how the journey would take a turn for the worst. 

-

Sorrowise was nothing but wide fields with swampy areas. The perfect place to find some Morgenbeards. 

You were strolling ahead while Clive trailed a couple steps behind you. For someone so tall, you’d think he’d be able to keep up. “_____, slow down. There are beasts around here.”

You pivot on your tiptoes and continue walking backwards with a pep in your step. You are genuinely happy to be spending your afternoon with Clive. It has been forever since you got to be with him alone, and the fact he asked you to come run an errand with him personally has set the tone for the day. “Stop worrying, Clive. I’ve been out to Sorrowise plenty of times. Besides, nothing can go wrong because I have you to protect me.”

You turn back around and continue along. You can hear Clive sigh behind you as he catches up, walking now side by side with you as you lead him to where you think some Morgenbeards will be. Up ahead, you see a glimmer of yellow in the distance and you feel your pace quicken. “Clive! They are over there!” You are about to run up to them before Clive grabs you by the arm to pull you to his chest. You grunt at the surprise contact and look up to him. Damn I forgot how tall he is compared to me.

“Let me scope the area before you head over there.” Clive said in a hushed voice. You feel a shiver down your spine with him being so close to you. “O-okay.” You whispered. He squeezes your arm before heading towards the Morgenbeards, taking in his surroundings as he approaches. He sees something move in one of the bushes nearby and sees there is a Goblin lurking in the area. And another. And another.

And another.

Goblins were swarming the area of the Morgenbeards, like the Rosarian flowers called to them. Clive knew this wouldn’t be a bad fight, as his experience with Goblins is fairly frequent. But with so many, he won’t be able to keep a close eye on you. He turns his head slightly so he has the beasts within his peripherals. “_____, stand behind that shrub over there while I take care of this. Please.”

You nod your head and bugger off to the shrub, peeking out from it to see Clive in action. You’ve never seen him fight before, but you know he doesn’t get the Outlaw title for nothing. This was going to be a good watch.

Clive fights with heart. His movements are precise and the way he escapes attacks to deliver brutal swings of his sword is stunning. He is most definitely a professional, not that there was any doubt, but seeing is better than believing. The Goblins seem to keep popping out of nowhere, but that doesn’t stop him from slaying each and every one in his wake. You start to watch his face as he attacks. You can’t hear him from where you are, but you imagine with every hit there is a grunt and with every pull of his sword from his enemies there is a curse falling from under his breath. His face says it all; it makes you wonder if that’s what he would look like with his cock in your…

You hit yourself on your arm. No! You have got to stop having these thoughts about him. You will go mad if you keep daydreaming about him and how he would be in bed. Especially yours. It’s not worth the risk and you’d rather not ruin the relationship you have with him. You need him, but you will put your needs down so he can keep being the leader that the people of Valisthea need. 

Leaving your thoughts, you see Clive kill the last one and he looks around to ensure that every beast has perished. Once cleared, he waves you over with a gorgeous smile on his face. He is truly a human embodiment of art. 

You leave your perch and meet up to where he is. You clap your hands in excitement. “My knight and shining armor saved me. You have my thanks.” You say with a little curtsy. You like to tease him every now and then with royal courtesy and manners. Clive laughs and bows, but not before taking your hand in his. “Anything for you, my lady.” He places a gentle kiss on it and you are so flustered. Just when you think you have him, he takes the upper hand. Cheeky bastard.

You pull your hand away and turn away to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well, we better not keep Nigel waiting. Let’s get some of these so we can bring them back to the Hideaway.”

You both walk to a patch of Morgenbeards and start picking them. You hand them to Clive as you go so he can add them to the pouches he keeps on his pants. The silence is comforting. The hustle and bustle of the Hideaway is a lot and there is always something going on that needs attention. It’s nice to be in the moment and enjoy each other’s company. 

“There is something familiar about these.” Clive breaks the silence.

“Hm?” You pause to see him staring at one in his hand.

“They remind me of home; times at the citadel.”

You stand up to get a full look at him. He is smiling at it; almost like he has conjured a memory from it. You smile. “Well you did grow up in Rosaria so that would make sense, right?”

Clive sighed. “They must have been something that we grew in the Citadel gardens. I would spend many nights on my balcony looking out at them. I suppose they are ingrained in my memory.”

You grinned. “You know something? I read they were used a lot by Rosarian royalty as they symbolize nobility.” You said as you plucked the flower from his hand. “Funny though how this flower can represent that ideal yet they grow from the very swampy ground we stand on.”

Clive plucked the flower back from your hand and placed it right behind your ear. He let his hand trail along your hair as he pulled away. “It’s because they know how to be beautiful, even in the most drab places.” 

If your blush was bad before, it is certainly bad now. You shy away from him in the hopes some steps away will calm your rapid heart down. You beam at him, still flustered from the poetry falling from his lips. “I think we have enough, but I want to get a few more just in case.”

You go over to the other Morganbeard patch closest to the brush along the swamp. Clive draws closer to you when he sees something pink from within it. He gets a closer look and once he realizes what it is, it’s too late.

“_____, step back!”

It all happens so fast. One moment you are picking up flowers and the next you find yourself coughing on the ground, accidentally inhaling whatever was released at you. You sense Clive smashing the beast while you are trying to pull yourself together. You feel arms help you sit up as you continue to cough. His hand rubs your back as you come down from your coughing fit and you start to breathe heavily. 

He can’t believe he let this happen. He should have been more thorough, meaning checking the bushes for more wild beasts. But even more so, he doesn’t understand how there could be vampire thorns out here. They are more populated within the regions of Sanbreaque. 

It doesn’t matter now. Regardless, this is all his fault. 

“Are you alright, _____?” Clive worries. 

You nod your head, afraid that talking will send you into another episode and go to stand up only to fall back down in Clive’s arms. He catches you and slowly stands up with you under his arm. “We need to get you to the infirmary. Do you think you can walk?” You hum in the affirmative and you both start making haste.

As you both continue on, you notice you are starting to feel weird, and not in an unpleasant way. You felt tingles all throughout your body and as the trek continued, the stronger it got. Clive noticed you slowing down and the concern rises further. He needs to get you to the infirmary. Now.

He bends down a little and scoops you in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He feels how hot you are, which only gets him to push harder into getting the both of you back. Just as he enters the area of Hawk’s Cry Cliff, he feels something on his neck and looks to see you kissing his neck. Shock enters his system. The feeling of you kissing the sensitive part of his skin has him in overdrive. What the hell is she doing?

You don’t know what is taking over you. Clive’s pheromones are infesting your brain, turning it into rot. It has a mind of its own and you can’t stop the need to shred his clothes off and let him have his way with you. You take your hand and touch the exposed skin of his chest, slipping your hand under his shirt while continuing to kiss and suck at his neck. You get to one particular spot right above his collarbone and you feel him shudder. You suck hard on the spot and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. You kept sucking that spot to try and get him to moan again and go to unstring the leather corset he is wearing. You are, however, stopped when he takes the hand by your head and pulls it back by your hair. You moan as the slight pain sends signals to your pussy. 

Clive looks at you, about to reprimand you for acting like this, and in the process giving him a hard on, when he sees how dilated your pupils are, as well as how fast your heart is going. The words that were on his lips vanished, and instead his concern is raised more than ever. The spores the vampire thorn shot out are giving you side effects that he has never seen before. This could be bad.

“What are you feeling right now, _____?” Clive asked, needing to know what was happening.

“I don’t know but it hurts, Clive.” You moan out.

Clive keeps walking faster as he is almost at the lip of the deadlands, that much closer to the Hideaway boat, with his focus still on you. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.” He pushed.

You take a hand and bring it down to your pulsating clit and unintentionally rub it. “Fuck, right here.” You crow.

Clive can’t believe this is happening. He let you become infected with aphrodisiac pollen and now you were a mess in his arms. He has fucked up big time. 

“_____ we are almost there. Please try to control yourself.” 

You whine because you want him so badly, but you try to keep it together. Clive gets you to the boat where Obolus is. Clive tells him to go post haste and with no questions asked, Obolus sets way for the Hideaway. Clive keeps you close, knowing it isn’t helping you being so close to him but he decides he needs to keep your arms, legs, and head secure so you don’t do something you’ll regret. However, he doesn’t have enough hands to ensure nothing filthy comes out of your mouth.

Clive has your head secured against his head so you couldn’t reach his neck, but the sounds coming from your mouth are devastatingly filthy. Small whimpers and curses caressing his ear with desperation for relief. He wishes he could do something for you right at that moment, but he first needs to see what he’s dealing with.

“Clive.” You draw out. “I need you so bad.”

Oh, good gracious not now.

He avoids eye contact, knowing that will be his second mistake if he does. “What you need is to go to the infirmary so Tarja can help you.”

“But you can help me right now. Give Obolus a show.” You purr.

You are too far gone. The mere suggestion of him pleasing you in front of Obolus was absurd. From you it’s basically heresy.

“_____, that’s enough.”

“Tarja can’t help me. She can’t bend me over your desk to fuck me with a big, fat cock. You can though.” 

“I mean it, _____.”

“She can’t stretch me out like you can. Oh heavens you fucking my pussy would ruin all men for me, not that I imagine anyone else but you.”

“This is your last chance to stop. I’m not playing around. I-“ 

“You fucking me until I am begging for you to cum in me so I’m stuffed full and-“

That’s it.

Clive presses his lips to yours so your fantasies could no longer be spoken out loud. He feels your tongue wanting entry but he keeps his mouth shut. He wants to taste you to the fullest but this isn’t right. He will not take advantage of you and scar Obolus in the process.

The boat arrives at the dock and Clive quickly gets you off the boat, mouthing his apologies to Obolus for anything he had seen or heard. He rushes to the lift and as soon as the lift takes him to the main walkway, he dashed to the stairs and up to the infirmary. He bolts in and sees Tarja and Jill talking, seeing them suddenly alarmed by his presence until they take one look at you.

“Tarja I need you to give _____ something that will help her relax. I am begging.” 

Jill goes to his aid immediately, noting the immense distress, while Tarja starts rummaging through the medicine cabinets, laying out different items to concoct something for you. Jill helps him get you into a bed and you are a mess. 

“Clive I need you please!” 

“Tarja!” Clive yells. She rushes over with a small potion bottle. “Sit her up.” She instructs. He and Jill hold onto an arm each and lift you up so Tarja can force the medicine down your throat. Seconds later, you start to go limp and are layed back down.

Your mind, however, is still going haywire.

“Why isn’t it working, Tarja?” Clive calls.

“It is. It has relaxed her body to the point she won’t be able to move for a little bit.” 

You are crying now. The poisonous spores are havocking your body. “Clive!” You cried out.

Tarja turns to Clive. “Leave this to me.” 

Before Clive can interject, Jill pulls him to the other end of the room. “What happened? This is not what I meant when I said to take her out on a date.” 

Clive groaned. Jill knew how much Clive adores you. She loves to constantly tease him as if he’s a lovesick puppy. He explains what happened at Sorrowise and while he doesn’t go into detail of what you said, he is sure the evidence on his neck says it all.

Jill thinks thoughtfully and then it hits her. “Why don’t you talk to Tomes? He may have some knowledge on vampire thorns. May help us get some insight on how to heal her.”

Clive nods. “Alright. I’ll report back when I get word.” He goes to leave but not before looking at you before exiting. You are sobbing quietly as Tarja inspects you, and his heart sinks at how you look in that moment. Because you don’t look feral like before. You look defeated. And he can only look away as he leaves.

-

 “Harpocrates, what can you tell me about vampire thorns?”

“Ah those weeds. Well, they are related to the death blossom. However, they aren’t nearly as deadly due to the defense mechanisms they possess.”

“What kind of defense mechanisms?” Clive pushed.

Harpocrates put his right hand on his chin, as if he was thinking hard and long about what to say. “Well, it’s rare, but when threatened they will release spores that can be inhaled by the creature they encounter. The reason it’s so rare, however, is because they only release them when they sense the creature they’ve encountered has a compatible mate with them.”

Clive’s breathing halts. A compatible mate? How does that make any sense for defense? Harpocrates can see the pause in Clive’s demeanor and continues. “As you may know, arousal can be a cause for distraction. Heightened arousal will lead the person to put their focus on the person they are being drawn to. This lets the vampire thorn make haste away.”

Clive is in disbelief. He truly has never heard of anything of the sort in all of his time alive in the Realm. The more he thinks about it, the more he starts drawing conclusions of what needs to be done. 

And oh Great Greagor if the cure is what he thinks it is then by the flames help him.

Clive stumbles out of his thoughts and swallows the saliva slowly collecting in his mouth. “So what remedies those symptoms?”

Harpocrates smiles, sensing the tension coming off of Clive in waves as he reveals new information. “As far as the knowledge goes, the only remedy for ridding the poison is to reach sexual enlightenment and oftentimes it would need to be reached multiple times depending on intensity. It can be rid of through masturbation but according to the research I have read, the poison leaves quicker when another individual is involved, especially the one at the encounter.”

Clive sighs at the information. Of course that would be the remedy and he doesn’t know how to go about it. He wouldn’t mind taking care of you. Hell, he would enjoy every minute of it. He has had his eyes on you from the very first encounter he had with you at the old Hideaway. 

He remembers seeing you care for the new arrivals Cid had brought, ensuring that they were set up with a place to sleep, food to fill their bellies, and water to drink. Seeing you care for the people of the Hideaway and how you interact with them to ensure they can live comfortable lives made Clive’s heart shift in ways he has never felt before. 

He remembers how he felt when he heard from Gav that the old Hideaway had been torn to shreds and people slaughtered by the order of Hugo Kupka. His anger and worry knowing that man murdered innocent people, that just wanted to be free, was undeniable. However, the anger and worry he felt not knowing if you had survived or not was indescribable. 

It wasn’t until after he had gotten the procedure of removing his brand, however, that you both had talked for the first time. Clive remembers lying down in an infirmary bed, in pain from the brand removal, when you came in to put on new bandages for his wound and wipe away the sweat that kept appearing across his body. 

“Lady _____.” 

You laughed. “Sir Clive, pleased to meet your acquaintance after all this time.”

He laughed roughly, his throat dry from the lack of water he had been drinking. “My apologies. Our meeting is much overdue.”

You stayed for a long time that night. Both of you talking about your lives before everything went to shit up till now. Both laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until Clive fell asleep that you left but early the next morning you were right back to taking care of him. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he looks at those times fondly all because spending time with you was all he wanted to do back then and even now. The more he spent time with you, the deeper his feelings got and the more he craved you.

There have been many nights where he lied in bed, stroking himself to the thought of him having his way with you, imagining you looking absolutely delirious while he bounced you on his cock. He wants you so badly, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to say yes, especially now that he is leading the charge at the new Hideaway. 

But in this current situation, neither of you may have a choice if it means curing you of your ailments sooner than later.

Clive thanks Tomes for his service and heads towards the infirmary to see how you were doing. Once there, he sees Tarja dabbing your forehead. He can see how shiny your skin was from the perspiration that formed on your forehead and shoulders. As he walked closer, he saw your eyes were closed and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully in comparison to what happened earlier that afternoon. 

“Tarja, how is she?”

Tarja stands up and walks away from you. “I gave her something to sleep for the meantime. Don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully she will wake up with a little more clarity. What did you hear from Tomes?”

Clive sighs. “The only remedy is multiple counts of sexual release. Masturbation is an option but could take a while depending.”

“What’s the other option?” Tarja raised her brow.

Clive crosses his arms, contemplating how to go about his answer. “To have sex with someone. He said these plants release spores as a defense mechanism but only when compatible mates are together.”

Tarja’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re going to have sex with her?”

“Only if she agrees to it. I will present her all the options. I will not do anything that she doesn’t want.”

Tarja stays silent, staring at Clive. He could see it wasn’t in a way of judgment but in a way of trying to get a read on him. She seems to get to her conclusion, which makes her smile and laugh under her breath.

“You really like her, huh? If it helps, she definitely likes you too. Maybe the both of you sleeping together is just what you both need to admit that to each other.”

Clive goes to say something but Tarja speaks before he could start. “So what should we do? I won’t be in the infirmary tonight. Rodrigue will and while I could definitely handle her, I don’t know how he would react to her or how she will react to him when she wakes up.”

Clive thinks for a moment before deciding on an idea that is either really stupid or really smart. “Let’s take her to my chambers. I have a few errands to run before the day is over. By the time I come back, hopefully she’ll be starting to wake up so I can talk with her. I’m sure she’ll be calm enough that she will think clearly of her options.”

“Alright then. Let me get her dressed and we can head on up.” Tarja stated.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be waiting outside. Call for me when you’re ready.” 

Clive leaves to let Tarja do what needs to be done. As he waits, the more he thinks. He doesn’t know what will happen tonight but all he wants is for you to be safe and to feel better. 

He will do all that it takes.

-

You slowly come to and everything feels so fuzzy. You don’t remember falling asleep during your episode of horniness. All you can remember is how devastatingly aroused you were and how much you needed to feel some sort of release. How you wanted Clive to fuck the daylights out of you.

Clive.

Remembering how you acted with him as the side effects took over your system is giving you the worst embarrassment of your life. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for years now and with this stupid ailment you’ve been given, you feel you may have fucked it up. What a tragedy . 

You look out into the distance and see nightfall has descended. You sit up to take in your surroundings when you realize where you are. You’re in Clive’s chamber.

In his bed.

You make the mistake of taking a deep breath. You can smell Clive everywhere. His scent takes over your senses, which makes your body remember the urgency it needs in finding release.

You moan at his scent. You lay back down and smell his pillow. For someone who doesn’t use his bed often, his smell is so strong and it is making the wetness that didn’t disappear from early get worse. You needed release. You needed to fucking cum.

You let your hands wander down to the gown you are wearing to pull it up past your breasts. You see your nipples are pebbled and you wish you had Clive here to suck on them. But your fingers will have to do for now. You lightly trace your nipples, making you moan at how sensitive they are. You start to pinch and tug them, imagining it was Clive’s rough fingers doing their magic. 

You could feel your eyes watering as your arousal was starting to kick back in ten fold after its long slumber. You could feel it stirring in your loins and it was painful when little pleasure was happening. Or at least the amount of pleasure you needed wasn’t enough with your hands alone.

You were getting impatient. With one hand still toying with your left breast, you let the other one travel down to your center. You graze your heat with your fingertips and feel how slick you are. You dip your fingers into your pussy and draw them out to see cum dripping from them. The sight alone makes you even more wet.

You trace your slicked fingers to your clit and you moan at first contact; the coolness of your essence making your sensitive clit feel so good. You swirl your clit as you keep playing with your breast and while it feels good and provides some relief, it’s not even close to enough. You keep at it, overwhelmed at how you can feel so close yet so far to a release all at once. In frustration, you smack your breast and immediately grip it. You wish so badly that Clive was here, taking you however he pleased. 

You keep at your clit and let your mind wander, once again imagining that Clive was here. You’ve always wanted that man. Always wanted him to one day confess that he wanted you too and that he would move Heaven and Storm for you just as you him. You wanted to be loved by him and you wanted to love him in return. But until that day happens, if ever, you will continue to support him and his endeavors as his cherished friend.

Great Greagor, I am going to be like this forever.

You continue to let your imagination run wild, letting Clive’s name slip out a few times when you get very exciting images in your brain. So lost in pleasure and desire, you don’t hear the door of the chamber open and close. You continue your ministrations as you imagine Clive taking you from behind when you feel the bed dip, and as hard as it was to get out of delirium, you open your eyes to see Clive sitting on the bed across from you.

You should feel embarrassed. You should be reaching for the covers to hide your body in shame. But those feelings were nowhere to be found, especially with the way he is looking at you; like a predator on the prowl.

“Clive, it hurts so bad.” You moan.

Clive places his hand on your cheek, grazing it as to comfort you. “I know it does, darling. How long have you been touching yourself?”

All you could do was shake your head. You really can’t recall. It has felt like hours when in reality it could have been only a few minutes. Time doesn’t feel real in this state.

Clive senses your distress. He figured masturbation wouldn’t be feasible. He was hoping you would have still been asleep so he could have been here when you woke up to talk about your options. But now, seeing you glistening in sweat, hair sticking to your face, and laying in a puddle of your own cum, he was starting to lose his composure and he knew he needed to act fast.

Clive steps back into reality and sees you are staring right at him. Tears running down your face from the utter arousal that is shooting throughout your system, making it almost unbearable. He is no telepath, but he senses you pleading to him to make you feel good; to satiate your horniness; to make you his. 

You were going to be the death of him.

“_____, would you like me to help you?”

You practically screamed. “Yes! Please fuck me and make me cum please!” 

Clive took that cue instantly as he pounced on you, taking the rest of your gown off of you before grabbing you by the head and pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips and you invite him with your tongue, both of you toying with each other as both tongues swirl with one another. He tastes exactly as you had imagined and you are afraid you can’t get enough of it. 

Clive continues to kiss you as he works on his clothes, removing his hooded cape and all the metal work and leather that made up the upper half of his armor. The little patch of skin that shows with his uniform was a crumb in comparison to the naked skin presented to you. You want to lick the musk that is present on his skin and mark him as a reminder of tonight. Clive went to both of your hands to pin them beside your head, preventing you from playing with yourself. “No more touching yourself, darling. That’s my job now.”

You groan at the lack of contact on your pussy but you know you are about to be taken care of. Clive takes the hand that was on your pussy previously and licks your fingers clean. You couldn’t believe how erotic this all was, especially when he is sucking the cum clean off your fingers while looking at you. You normally would feel shy at a gesture such as this, but all you can feel right now is the primal urge to submit to him in any way that he pleases.

He takes your fingers from his mouth and licks his lips. “By the flames you taste divine. I need more.” 

He goes to kiss down your neck as he places himself between your legs. He gets to your chest, only teasing your nipples with a few soft licks on each one before going to your navel, kissing the soft skin presented to him. He arrives at your thighs and licks and bites them in multiple areas while lifting your hips higher so your ass is up in the air. You were going insane, especially with the teasing he is giving. 

“Clive I can’t take the teasing anymore please do something.”

Clive smirked. “As my lady wishes.”

It was like a flip switched in his brain because the second his tongue connected to your clit, he became a man starved. The grip he has on your thighs gets stronger as he eats your pussy, taking turns swirling his tongue on your clit and tongue fucking your pussy to collect the nectar gushing out of you. The sounds coming from him are verging animalistic and the vibrations from his mouth are making you see stars. Seeing how much he loves to eat your pussy is doing things for you, and you can feel yourself building up to your first orgasm of the night.

You feel him insert one of his fingers into your hole. His finger slides right in due to how wet you are. It feels good but it isn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please, please please more I can take it.”

Clive looks up at you and places a kiss on your clit. “Yeah? Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

You nodded which earned you a smack on your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes I’ll take it like a good girl. I’m your good girl just please I want to cum so fucking bad.” You cried. 

This sets Clive off. He has always perceived you as innocent. Not in an ignorant way, but as someone with pure spirit; like no one could taint you. He never imagined seeing this side of you. But seeing you beg for him to make you cum and referring to yourself as his good girl… oh Founder it is making his cock unbearably hard. 

He goes ahead and inserts another finger and starts slowly pumping them in and out. You are a moaning mess; chants of “yes” and praises of how good he is making you feel. It spurs him on as he pumps a little faster, adding the curl of his fingers to create a hithering motion to hit that sweet spot every time he enters you. You were on the precipice of release and Clive is aware you are about to fall.

“Cum on my fingers, _____. Make a fucking mess for me.” 

The words trigger your release instantly and the moment your legs start to close, Clive keeps them open with his free arm and goes to suck on your clit as you cum. Your hands shoot for his hair as he rides your orgasm and it is too much and not enough all at once. You are a babbling mess and Clive can’t get enough of it. He continues to finger fuck you and suck on your clit causing another orgasm to build back up quickly. “Fuck I’m going to cum again.” You wailed and it washes over you like the biggest tidal wave. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intensity and feel yourself gushing over his fingers as he rides your orgasm out. 

You feel post-orgasmic bliss for a split second before you start to feel aroused again and it doesn’t help that Clive is looking upon you like an absolute incubus. Clive with his lips swollen and wet, face glistening with your arousal, hair disheveled from your hands, and the look of exhilaration he was giving you. He is a wet dream. Your wet dream.

He crawls back over you and places both arms beside your head. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

His voice sounds more rough after eating your pussy and you whine. Clive laughs. “Ah, it looks like someone needs to cum again.” He gets off the bed and starts to remove his pants. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get to cum again. Only this time it’s going to be on my cock.”

He gets his pants and undergarment down and at the first sight of his cock your mouth waters. You knew he’d be big; he’s an Eikon of Fire after all. But your imagination couldn’t have prepared you for how well endowed he is. 

And you can’t wait for him to fuck you silly with it.

He gets in between your legs, parting them wide so he can see the full picture. “Fuck” he thinks. You are the most beautiful creature to walk this star. And he gets to have you looking debauched and longing underneath him. How did he get so lucky?

He assumes the position, taking his cock and rubbing the head up and down your folds. He taps it on your clit a few times, making you jolt before giggling at how good it feels. He places the tip of his cock against your entrance, and before sliding in takes his left hand to grip your chin. 

“I want you to look at me when I enter you for the first time. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod profusely and he pushes right in, your cum providing easy access. He looks at your face as he enters and oh stars above he couldn’t ask for a better sight. Your mouth agape and your eyes slightly crossing. He settles all the way in, and comes down to meet you in a kiss. You understand what he means when he says you taste divine as you get the remnants from his tongue. His mouth is gentle against yours, and the pace he sets with his cock is languid and slow. It is nowhere to the intensity you need him to be, but Founder you feel so wanted. You could die happy with the way he is cherishing you. You wrap your legs around his waist and place your arms around his neck as he continues his slow strokes, embracing him in his entirety. He moves his head to your jawline, placing soft kisses up towards your ear. “Do you know how long I have wanted you? How much I crave you?” 

Clive nips your ear lobe, causing a gasp to escape your mouth. “You have no idea of the things you do to me, and now I’m going to show you.”

He continues his assault on your neck and picks up his pace, pistoning his cock into your tight heat. The atmosphere of this moment is riling you up with the sound of his balls hitting your backside, the grunts escaping his mouth every time he enters you, and the way he is gripping onto you for dear life. It is starting to send you into a spiral of hysteria. 

Clive moves down to your chest as he keeps fucking you and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as a hand grips the other. Your nipples are pebbled to the fullest extent, and with every pinch, pull, and suck your body reacts with a thrash. You are reeling up for your next orgasm and you are so ready .

“Fuck Clive I love you sucking on my breasts.” You whine feeling yourself on the edge.

You feel Clive smirk into your chest and lets go of your nipple with a pop. He looks at you dead in the eyes, ready to take everything you can give him. “Yeah? Did me sucking your sensitive, little breasts make you feel good?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes oh Clive yes!”

He moves to hover over your head as he pounds into your pussy, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face when you cum on my cock.”

You are spiraling at his words. You clench hard on his cock as you cum, gasping and digging your nails into his shoulders. Clive feels himself getting close with the way you are milking his cock and the way you look drunk off the orgasm he is granting you. 

But he isn’t finished yet. 

He pulls out, causing a whine to leave your lips at how empty you felt. He flips the both of you over so you are on top, but then manhandles you so your back is against his chest. He pulls one of your legs up by your thigh and takes his other hand to guide his cock into your slick heat. His breath is heavy on your neck as he brings your other leg up, making it so both of your thighs are pressed into your body and completely exposed. Being in such a compromising position only spurs on your arousal and you feel your pussy clench on Clive’s cock.

Clive groaned at the feeling. He planted his feet into the bed and started rocking his hips up into you at an intense pace. Messy, wet noises surrounded the room as his cock pushed the cum that you have been producing out of your tight pussy. You were in heaven .

You feel Clive’s breath graze your ear as he continues to pound into you, whispering sweet encouragement that makes your heart swell with the love and adoration you have held for this man for years and your pussy continues to drip as he pushes you towards your descent into sexual madness.

“You are so good, sweetheart. You are taking my cock so well like you were made for it.” He lets go of one of your thighs to take a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you were looking at each other. “You were made for my cock, _____. And I will make you take it over and over until my last breath. You are mine.”

Clive kisses you with everything he has, letting his tongue dive into your mouth to continue the dominance he has asserted over you in your quest to sexual fulfillment from the poison. You place your hands under your thighs with one of them intertwining with the hand he still has placed there. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of the night, and you knew Clive was right there with you. 

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Cum with me please.” Clive begs and you nod. You clench down on him as hard as you can and you start to cum. The oversensitivity in your body causes you to thrash in his arms and moan like an absolute mad woman. “Fuck!” Clive curses as he goes over the edge with you, going as fast as he can as the both of you ride it out. 

He sounds so hot when he cums you thought. 

He slows down his thrusts and sits up slightly, wanting to see his cum come out of your pussy when he pulls out. He wants you to watch too so he takes your head and pushes it down slightly so you can see where the both of you are connected. He takes both hands to lift you off his cock, and a mix of both yours and his cum flows out onto his stomach. Clive laughs into your neck. “Fuck what a wonderful sight. You took my cum so well.”

You nod and shift so you can kiss him again. You no longer feel insatiable but relaxed. The arousal that once plagued your body officially fucked out of your system. Clive moves you back onto the bed and lays down beside you so you both are facing one another. He rubs your back and cups your face as you let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the peace you are now feeling.

“How are you feeling?” Clive murmurs.

You smile keeping your eyes closed. “Relaxed. Relieved. I feel so at peace.” You bring a hand to his face. “Thank you, Clive. I’m sorry for dragging you down with me.”

Clive frowns slightly. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You sigh. “If I had moved faster, we wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t have felt the need to have sex with me. Our relationship would be as it was before. To be honest, I’m scared of what will happen once I leave this room.”

Clive shakes his head and pulls you to his chest, holding your head close to his heart. “I mean what I said, even in the haze of everything. I don’t want what we had before. I want what is to come.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

He pulls your face towards his. “Believe me when I say this isn’t how I would have gone about sharing my heart to you. There are many ways I wanted to express my feelings towards you, and I apologize that it is here now. But _____, my heart has belonged to you from the first moment I saw you. I don’t want what we had before. I need what we have now, but only if you will have me because I love you.”

You laugh and bury your face back into his chest, your whole body vibrating from the excitement you are feeling. He loves me back. “I love you too.” You whisper into his chest.

Clive pulls you away and looks at you. “Say it again, darling. Please.”

You giggle and bring your hands to cup his face. “I love you. You have my heart for all days.”

You bring Clive down to kiss you and he groans into your mouth. You find him back on top of you, straddling you as you both express the love you have for each other. You pull away and sigh happily. “Sorry for the mess, by the way. Shall we get cleaned up?”

Clive smirks. “I don’t know. I still have to punish you.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Why? I thought I was a good girl.”

“You were, but you weren’t earlier when you made me hard with your filthy words and behavior.” His hand trailed down to your back side. “I ought to give you a good spanking for what you pulled earlier. Maybe then you’ll learn that bad girls get punished. So no, I am not through with you yet.”

“The night has only just begun.”

[freyito]

"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴄʟɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴄɪᴅᴏʟꜰᴜꜱ ᴛᴇʟᴀᴍᴏɴ, ʜᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴜᴘᴋᴀ

✭ pairing(s): clive rosfield, cid(olfus) telamon, hugo kupka (seperate) x gn reader

✩ inspo: feel like shit need my head between someones boobs rn

✩ in which: he gets to find comfort in your chest, so why don't you give it a try?

✧ a/n: i wanted to add jill to this SOOO BAD but i fear it'd seem sleazy... sigh... also i kinda Want kupka... i dunno. i could make that man reevaluate his sexuality

✦ taglist: @shinysora

🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, lots of boob talk. if it wasnt obvious, this ones kinda longwinded :P, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.4k

⎯ Clive Rosfield

CLIVE tends to be a bit awkward. It doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, if you point out that he’s so much as a centimeter close, he flusters. Part of it is stubbornness, that he doesn’t deserve such tenderness when his work isn’t nearly halfway done. He deprives himself of your touch simply because why would he deserve it? Those kinds of gentle acts and lingering touches are wasted on a man like him. The other part is because he’s… Clive. Thirty Three and he still blushes like a boy, even if you hold hands, or so much as look at him in a slightly flirtatious manner. Despite all this, however, there is one thing he allows himself. On the very rare occasion that he allows himself to rest, he quite enjoys laying on your chest. It’s the steady beat of your heart and the rise and fall of your chest that truly lulls him to sleep. He finds himself lost without it.

While his reasoning is quite adorable, when you start thinking about how… well endowed he is, yours isn’t quite as pure. Who can blame you though? An outlaw in your hands, body sculpted and refined over the years. You ought to give that rack attention or else all is for naught. So, of course you hatch your plan. You’d hate to catch Clive in one of his most vulnerable moments, what if he never let you get close again? You lay in wait, passing the time by pacing around his room. He had sent a Stolas earlier, with good tidings. He would be back soon, and that he would at least have one day of off time to spare. Such wonderful news, it practically made you skip around the room as you waited.

And when he finally opens the doors to his chamber, shucking off his sheath and blade from his shoulder, you’re all too eager to pounce. He barely has time to process the fact that you’re in the room before you practically jump at him, face landing in his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze, letting out a sigh of contentment to finally have your head between these two majestic peaks. You stay like that for a minute or more, head in the clouds. Clive is horrifyingly still. When you finally look up at him to acknowledge him, a mix of horror, confusion, embarrassment, and levity flashes across his face. He doesn’t know if you meant to do that (oh, you full well did), or if it was a horrifying mistake. One that you took great enjoyment in. Slowly, he gives in, with your cheek pressed against his chest. He finally wrapped his arms around you with a sigh, muttering an ‘I missed you too, my love.’

⎯ Cidolfus Telamon

Oh, your sweet and charming CID. Gentle, yet rough in all the right ways, unabashed with how much he loves you and what he loves about you (everything). That being said, behind closed doors his touches grow more bolder. Aged as he is, he’s not one to curb his wants or needs. In between his little jaunts, he always spares you a kiss, a little touch here and there. And if he’s lucky, he enjoys just holding you. Allowing himself to just be. For all his jokes and remarks, he’s quite the soft man. Doesn’t mean he won’t get a kick out of teasing you, though. Kissing your cheek, down to your jaw, to your neck, past the collarbone– “Oh, do you mind if I go lower, love?”, yet he never does. He simply enjoys feeling your pulse jump, skip, and stutter against his lips.

Well, you aren’t afraid to go lower, that’s certain. The problem is how you’d find a way without him reading into your tricks. Any little scheme you were up to was quickly caught and snuffed out, and returned with mischief tenfold. Or, if he was in a no-nonsense mood, he’d set you out on errands. Fill up your schedule so you couldn’t scheme anymore. Even for a silly little kiss. What a pain in the ass, You’d be better off just asking him, but then again, where’s the fun in that? Might as well do it when you can, when he’s locked away in his quarters. It’s not like he minds when you’re there, anyways, so there would be nothing out of the ordinary. It was a matter of how you’d be able to slip into his lap and finally get him to trip over himself.

On a rainy evening, Cid had taken it upon himself to get busy. Not the fun kind, where he showers you in kisses, his hands wandering everywhere. No, the real kind of busy, where he could only give you nods and grunts as a form of acknowledgement. You didn’t want to interrupt his work, but you also had nothing else to do aside from sweep around the Hideaway– a never-ending task. And, to be honest, you were starting to get sick of the lack of attention. You stalk over with a cocky smirk on your face, your hands sliding over his shoulders. You give him no time to protest, kicking the leg of his chair and sweeping it away so you have just enough space to sit on his lap. All he can stammer out is a simple “love–”, before you pressed your cheek to his left breast. Ah, this life is worth living. You can hear his heart pick up for just a second, while you no doubt look a little blissed out, if not pervy. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he places a large hand on your hip. For the next couple of hours, you sit in his lap, pampered like a cat with your head against his chest, too stubborn to move. Founder, if you left his bosom, it’d truly be the death of all things beautiful.

⎯ Hugo Kupka

You’ve really won the lottery with HUGO. A big strong man, tall and broad, and an excellent rack to match. His heart was about as big as his boobs, and Founder, how he doted upon you. He could berate an entire room of councilmen, and turn around and be just so sweet on you. Big and brutish he may be, but he’s as sweet as a babe in your arms. When he wants to be, at least. Most of the time he’s as fierce as a lion, needy and ready to get his fill. Yet there are some times where he’s as docile as a sheep, comfortable to lounge about with you. Play with your hair, maybe indulge in a little dance or two. Not that he’s any good at it. But it doesn’t matter, does it?

One of his favorite things seems to be pulling you in for an excessively long (and tight) hug when he’s sick of all the dribble he’s had to hear from the political figures. His mind is brighter when it comes to fighting, and sometimes it makes his head spin. Not that he can’t keep up, of course. Either way, you are just lucky enough to be tit-height, while he is blissfully unaware of your perversion. Who can blame you, though? He pulls you right in, and you aren’t going to push away. You do your best to make sure your mind doesn’t stray too far, worried that he may catch on and not afford you such kindness anymore. He wouldn’t, regardless, but… something about him knowing, you have no idea how he’d react.

Regardless, you find your way to enjoy such moments as much as you can. When you two lay down, you lay down on top of him, which he is all too happy about. Sitting in his lap, acting tired so you get a chance to rest your head against his chest, and much more silly things that would make you look like a spoiled royal to the guard, despite being a near opposite. Spoiled, yes. But not in the way you’re feigning fear or illness just to steal Hugo away from his guard and what not. He enables you, even if he doesn’t know it, and you just can’t get enough. His body hardened by his own ways, and yet his tits are just so soft. The world is a cruel mistress, not allowing you or anyone else a moment of proper rest, no matter how blessed they were. So why not enjoy the simple things?

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[thinkingotherwise]

He's so cheeky, my little outlaw - I adore him

I'm your idiot

Cidolfus Telamon x reader

As the leader of Hideaway, Cid took it upon himself to provide the equipment needed for their base. And so, he frequently visited cities to barter with people and also have something to relax after the tiring days of work. You somehow tagged along to a couple of the trips feeling a little too trapped sitting only in the Hideaway.

Cid knew that taking you with him to the city would be a mistake. You were like a magnet bringing trouble wherever you appeared. You always told him it was because others were too dumb and couldn't take on constructive criticism, and well you just weren't that patient with them. But in reality, you were his troublemaker. The little spark of excitement and chaos in his already adventurous life.

It was so easy to predict how the whole outing would turn out even before he saw you running towards him. He was almost fooled by the grin on your face but when he saw a couple of soldiers behind your back he relented. A sigh left his body and smoke filled his vision momentarily. He put down the cigarette from his mouth and quickly downed the rest of his drink, some of it spilling on his leather glove. The cup made a distinct sound as it touched the counter.

The sound of footsteps grew louder and your chuckle echoed in his ears. He turned in your direction only to be immediately swept as you grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you. "Well, hello. Please do enlighten me, why are we running this time?" His voice was playful but also unimpressed as he kept up with you moving through the streets. "Later, now we need to lose them." You replied sending him a swift wink which made him snort.

In front of you appeared a crossing and your eyes followed the different ways to decide which one would be the best but just before you made up your mind your arm went flying toward Cid as did your body. He pulled you to his side and through a little alleyway to a wooden bridge that proved to be a good enough hideout.

Your back touched the side of his chest as his hand sneaked around you and covered your mouth. The sound of surprise that you let out was quietened by the leather covering his palm and he sent you a cheeky grin when you side-eyed him. "Just a moment." He muttered quietly in your ear. When the footsteps of the soldiers that were following you disappeared his glove left your face and you wiped your lips with your hand right after. "Did you drink again?" You looked at him with a grimace that he didn't invite you but sent you out to do his job.

"Just a little taste while I was waiting for you." He replied swiftly but when your eyes still bore into him he added. "I couldn't start working with my mouth dry." You hummed at that and opened your mouth to say more but he continued trying to change the topic. "So tell me now why were the soldiers following after you?" His grin appeared again and he leaned his back against one of the wooden poles that were holding the bridge.

"Pff.. Don't think I'll forget about it when you change the topic. But just so you know they were playing around making more work for the people here." You told him shortly omitting most of the stuff that happened and he knew exactly why. Cid was very aware he would be listening to you talk about it on your way back to the Hideaway so he was the one to give up on the topic. "You're such an idiot." He summarised but his voice was full of affection and teasing. His eyes met yours and you waited for him to continue. Waited for the famous 'but'. Yet it didn't come and you furrowed your brows. "But..." You started wanting him to continue on.

The silence was getting louder and you looked around becoming more impatient before your gaze fell to him. His smirk made you even more irritated. Your eyes squinted and you slapped his arm to make him talk. "What?" He let out in between his deep chuckle. Seeing you irritated like that brought him joy and paid him back for getting you out of trouble. Not wanting to let him win fully you pursed your lips. "But I'm your idiot." You stated and leaned closer to him sending him a little wink.

Keeping you still in suspense he brought out a cigarette placing it in his mouth. Your hand went to snatch it but he grabbed it between his own fingers moving it to the side. His face then closed in on yours and he placed a quick kiss on your lips. "Yes yes, my idiot." The words were muttered keeping the distance to you as close as possible before he pulled away. The cigarette found its way back to his mouth and he lit it easily before emerging from under the bridge and moving deeper into the city making you follow after him with a pleased smile on your face.