#cidolfus telamon fluff

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hi, can I request headcanons for boys from ff16 when they are jealous of their lovers? I really like your headcanons so much, thanks for it!!❤️

This took me so long to do, I don’t have access to a computer rn so I had to type this on my phone, super weird experience. Anyway, hope you enjoy and I hope mobile doesn’t screw up the formatting! 🙏

Clive Rosfield

He tries to keep it inside but he’s not subtle at all. He’s in a foul mood, doesn’t respond like he normally would and gives you one word answers. He never takes his anger out on you, but watching strangers hit on you just makes him upset. (He’s NOT jealous, he’s just protective.) Trusts you but not other men.

You’re an attractive woman, he tells you as such every day, but to see men flock to you is a different story.

“What’s your name? I haven’t seen a pretty lass like you around here.”

You’re far too kind for your own good, entertaining their questions while Clive stands aside and brews in his annoyance. An ugly feeling rises through him as he watches the scene unfold, and his legs carry him without warning when one of them asks you if you have a man waiting for you at home.

Before you can answer Clive stands behind you, chest puffed out. “Yes, she does.”

The mans face contorts from laid-back to frightful, taking his leave at the sight of the much larger man at your side. You can’t help but laugh when you turn to meet his gaze, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Someone’s jealous.” You tease, smiling as you do. He doesn’t answer right away, leaning over you and placing his hands at your sides.

A smirk graces his features as he speaks.

“Jealous? You must be mistaken.” He rumbles. “That would imply he had a chance to begin with.”

Joshua Rosfield

He gets pouty, makes it known that he doesn’t approve but you make sure to calm him down, hold him close and reassure him that you’re not leaving his side, not now and not ever.

Perhaps a bit insecure, he can’t help but get upset at the latest man to try and vie for your affection. You shoo him away, but the amount of times you’ve had to do so makes him worried. What if one day you don’t send them away?

You walk over and see Joshua deep in thought, following his eyes they’re trained on the young man who was just talking to you.

You know him far better than anyone else, so when your eyes follow his line of sight it’s no surprise to you what your boyfriend is thinking.

You take his hand in your own as reassurance. “Joshua, you know you don’t have to worry, right?”

Your voice drags him from his thoughts. “I know love.”

His words and his body convey a different message, still staring off at the fleeting visage of the young man.

Sighing, with a shake of your head you open your arms, inviting him in for a gentle hug that he gladly takes. It’s as if the stress leaves his body the moment you hold him tight.

“I’m not going anywhere baby, that’s a promise.”

Cidolfus Telamon

Rarely gets jealous, but on the off chance he does it’s very obvious, and he doesn’t try to hide it either.

You and your fellow bearers are celebrating a job well done at Martha’s Keep, with Cid close by you, sharing in the merriment. When his glass runs empty he leaves you to go ask for a refill, in which time a young man takes his place next to you.

You two chat about nothing really, idle conversation, but you do talk for a while, which was enough for Cid to bring himself close to you as you spoke.

“Darling, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend while I was gone.” He says in a deep voice before turning his attention towards the young man.

A hand at your hips pulls you closer into his warm body, suddenly very aware that you are in public and Cid is currently pressing himself against your back.

The two men make idle chatter, none of which you register, too focused on the small circles he draws against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice beside your ear.

Deep in conversation, he pulls up a seat, and then pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You squeal in shock, and the young man seems more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment. After a while he excuses himself, leaving as Cid waves him away.

“Gone so soon? Such a shame, he was nice to talk to.” He says to you, not apologetic in the slightest.

You roll your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “I never took you for the jealous type.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek in response. “You bring out the worst in me darling. Take it as a compliment.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Lord help anyone who even so much as looks at you, much less tries to talk to you. He is very possessive, and if you’re in a relationship with him know that he will protect you from anyone and anything.

You’ve enjoyed the ball so far, indulging in the tasteful wines and elegant music. Your husband is not with you, but he is close by. Even though he is not one for celebration, he enjoys the sight of you happy.

Your mood is then soured by an older man, flushed and slightly swaying. It’s clear that he’s had far too much to drink.

There’s a crooked smile on his face as he makes his way to you, introducing himself as Lord…something or other. You don’t bother to pay attention as he rambles, most of it unrecognizable under his liquor-borne accent. You try to tell him kindly that you have a husband, that he wouldn’t like you talking to him, but he’s far too deep in his glass to pay your warnings any mind.

Barnabas catches a glimpse from the corner of his eye, ever watchful of his most prized possession, and the sight irritates him. But a drunk fool is little cause for concern, so he does nothing.

It’s only when the man gets bold enough to place a hand on your shoulder do you see, or rather feel Barnabas’s reaction, almost as if the room has grown several degrees colder. He slowly steps towards you, a welcome sight to your sore eyes. Immediately the other man backs away, looks between the two of you and slowly pieces together why the king is suddenly doting on you.

He apologizes, bows his head and runs away with his tail between his legs. Barnabas only smiles at his retreating figure, and makes no move to follow.

The moment he leaves the air is somewhat calm again, but you know your husband far better than to assume he would forgive and forget.

You kiss his cheek tenderly before speaking. “He was drunk. I’m fine.”

There's a rumble of appreciation from the warden of darkness before he replies. “He dared touch you.”

His hand moves over your shoulder, the same spot where the nobleman's hand formerly laid and his eyes darken. “Dared to lay his hands on my queen, my wife.”

His tone becomes more and more sinister the longer he speaks about the man, eerily calm. “What kind of husband would I be to let him walk away freely?”

“I am fine.” you reiterate. A hand at his chest and the anger leaves his face in an instant. “You will not hurt him. Are we clear?”

As much as you loved his possessive nature, you’d rather not make a scene tonight.

A sigh, his eyes fall to you as he relents. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Gav

Almost confrontational in a way, if he sees you getting flirted with he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and tell the guy to fuck off. He’s very proud that you’re in a relationship with him, and isn’t afraid to show that in the slightest. He’s also a bit of a drama queen.

You’re in the markets buying some supplies for the hideaway when a salesman whistles for your attention. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his behavior before turning around, the man gesturing to his wares.

“All exclusive, very rare herbs and essentials darling.” He says, and the nickname makes your stomach turn. Only one man is allowed to call you that.

Ignoring him, you notice that he actually has a few items you need, albeit a bit overpriced. When you ask, he gives you a smirk and leans closer, and you instinctively lean farther back.

“For a pretty lady such as yourself, I’d be willing to give you a discount,” he drawls, taking the time to look you up and down.

Your eye twitches. You get ready to leave but a familiar head of blonde quickly moves between you and the salesman.

“Piss off!” Gav yells, giving him a nasty look as he pulls you away. “She’s not interested, yeah? Go find some other poor sod to harass.”

They throw various insults between each other, each one worse than the one before. You have to sit back and admire the display, Gav sure can be creative when it comes to cursing. At one point he called the salesman a “morbol-breathed wanker” and you nearly lost it.

Eventually you manage to pull him away before the guards are called, and only when you two are far enough away does he show his concern.

“He didn’t try anything did he?” He asks in a thick accent. “ ‘m sorry lovie, I was gone for a second—”

A smile spreads across your face, kissing him into silence. He reciprocates instantly, still holding onto your waist when you pull away.

“Don’t be sorry for defending me, okay? But I think maybe we should get going now before the guards come looking.”

He nods in agreement, holding your hand as the two of you make your way to the docks. “I’d fight him for you, y’know that?”

“Of course darling, I know,” you laugh, his own mixing with yours. “But let’s try not to get arrested, okay?”

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Warm Feelings

Cidolfus Telamon x reader (Fluff Headcanon)

☁️✨Fluff☁️✨

He loves to give you all his affection whenever he has the chance to. 

Cid would shower you with all his love, anyday and anytime.

Everytime you feel down, depressed or sad, Cid would always try his best to comfort you. 

Whenever no one is watching, Cid pecks a quick kiss to your lips before heading for his mission. 

He loves to watch the stars with you whenever he’s not too busy with things. 

You would sit down by the tree next to Cid, holding his hand and leaning your head onto his shoulder while he caresses your hair lovingly. 

When you’re ill, Cid always tries to take good care of you and he would ask Lady Charon to make you a nice warm soup since he can’t cook that well. 

Cid really loves to make you all blushy and fuzzy, especially when he embarrasses you in front of Clive, Jill and Torgal. 

You would go out on a lovely walk with your lover, day or night, throughout the forest.

 (A/n) - That’s it haha! FFXVI soon to be released and I really can’t wait to dive into the story when it comes out!^-^

UNTIL NEXT TIME...<3

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Thank you, lovely! I hope you enjoy <3 Petal Cidolfus Telamon x female (Branded) reader

You’re too hot – a particularly odd sensation as you struggle to recall the last time when you’d felt anything but cold. Spending so many nights sleeping in a drafty chocobo barn had left a permanent chill in your bones.

There’d been a heavy storm a day or so ago when you were on the road to the market – your master took shelter in the carriage and had left you shivering outside on the saturated ground, shackled to one of the large wheels for good measure.

You had made it to Northreach somehow, but hardly the picture of a healthy Bearer who would make good coin. A chesty cough, pale skin, unable to keep focus. Your master was in a foul mood – there hadn’t been an ounce of interest in you at the auction and he was loathed to drag you all the way back without anything to show for it. The market had shut for the evening and so he had moved to the outskirts the opposite side of the town – the mothercrystal of Orinflamme shining in the distance, your arms shackled above your head once more on the carriage’s great wheel in the hopes of flogging you to traders making their way in and out of the town in the early evening.

You no longer had the strength to keep your head held up, your mind fuzzy, so it’s not a surprise that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until a new, deep voice booms from a few metres away.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

“You look like a man who appreciates a good deal.” Your master chuckles. “Got a Bearer for sale.”

There’s a gloriously cool, gloved hand placed upon your forehead for what turns out to be too short a moment before it is removed.

“Oh, petal.” A velvety voice tuts sympathetically at you in a murmur – too low for your master’s ears. “She’s burning up with a fever.”

“These Branded always run hot,” is his scoffed response. “She’s good stock, mind. Only a little bit of stiffness about her.” He grabs a fistful of your hair in a harsh grip and yanks your head up, and you blearily take in the stranger who is crouched in front of you.

He reminds you of a lord the way he is dressed - his shirt somewhat open with a large collar, two sword hilts jutting out from his hip, clean shaven and looking remarkably unimpressed at the sight before him. “And you really think you’re going to be able to sell her in this condition?”

“If you’re not interested, I kindly ask you to fuck off.” He shoves your head forward to emphasise his point as he relinquishes the grip on your hair.

“Now, now, no need to be rude - I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” The stranger gets back up to his feet. “Why are you selling her?”

“Honestly, I could buy a new Branded that won’t give me any lip for farming work. I’m too old for that.”

“Oh, she’s spirited, is she?”

“That’s a word for it. So, are you interested?”

“Hm.” The man reaches for the gil pouch by his side, as if to check its weight. “What’s the price?”

“10,000 gil.”

He whistles. “For a sick, stubborn Bearer?”

“She’s not sick. And I’m sure a young gentleman like yourself would be able to knock the stubbornness out of her. I paid 15,000 for her originally – it’s a bargain.”

If your head wasn’t pounding, your mouth completely dry, you would’ve had something to say about being described as a bargain… but all your energy is focused on breathing.

“Fine.” The mysterious man agrees, pulling off one of his leather gloves and offering his hand.

Your master grabs hold of it eagerly, beaming. “Pleasure doing busi…” But the sentence is cut off as sparks of lightning crackle in the air, blue bolts shooting from the stranger’s hand and up your master’s arm before sparking all over his body.

Your master grunts, drops to the ground, twitching, eyes wide open in your direction.

He’s alive, breathing, but he won’t be getting up again anytime soon.

The mysterious man puts his glove back on and, using his leather boot, gently rolls your master over. He bends down and grabs a bundle of keys that had been attached to his belt before crouching down in front of you once more. You wonder if you’re next.

You tense as a gentle hand cups your cheek, bracing yourself for pain, but it only tilts your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles – sympathetic and kind. “Hello, petal. Name’s Cid. I’d ask you yours, but something tells me you’re not up for much talking right now. I’m going to get you out of these shackles and we’ll find somewhere comfy to rest up for the night. You’re safe with me – you have my word.”

He removes his hand and you manage to keep your head upright, a little in disbelief as he places the key in the lock of one of the shackles and undoes the mechanism, careful to lay your arm down in your lap before repeating the action with the other.

“There we go. I’m going to pick you up now, petal. You just rest.”

He places an arm around your back, another under your knees and gets to his feet with a slight grunt, mumbling about his own knees. The upward motion seems too much to bear, however, and unconsciousness takes over.

--

Isabelle raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cid at her door, you cradled against his chest. She puts her hands on her hips and tuts.

“Cid, it’s not bring your own.”

“Not what it looks like.” He lifts you up, causing your head to lull back and reveal the Brand on your cheek. “Petal’s not well. Any chance of a bed for the evening and we’ll be out of your hair after dawn?”

“Of course.” Isabelle steps back, widening the door to permit Cid entry. “What happened?”

“Some git trying to sell her on the outskirts. He’s taking a little nap. Poor thing’s absolutely frozen.”

“Did anyone see?”

Cid shakes his head. “No. I’d be surprised if he even remembers.”

“Girls,” the Dame calls to a couple of the women hanging by the door – Cid isn’t a stranger to partaking in the delights the Veil has to offer, after all. “Prepare a fire in Cid’s usual room. Extra blankets.”

Cid nods in thanks, heading towards the staircase to a room he knows well.

--

You don’t know what’s real or what is a dream over the next few hours. Fleeting moments of consciousness - a cold compress against your forehead, a rough voice coaxing you to drink something that feels soothing on your throat and warming in your stomach.

You wake up feeling… comfortable? It’s an odd sensation. What would you be on that’s so soft? You open your eyes, confused at the fact that you’re covered in a soft knitted blanket. The room is strange – a bed, a chair and a man standing over the fireplace, rousing the flames higher with a fire poker.

He turns and his eyes widen as he sees you awake and you panic and begin fumbling with the blanket, stuttering out an apology as you try to get up. How did you end up in a bed of all things?

“Easy now,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he takes a cautious step forward. “I meant what I said – you’re safe with me.”

You’ve just managed to disentangle yourself from the blankets, getting up on legs that just about to collapse underneath you. The man is quick to your side, a hand on the small of your back and another around your shoulder, guiding you back down upon the bed.

“Master, I-”

“None of that, petal.” He cuts off your protest. “I am not your master, and, from this day forward, you will never have one again. Pop your legs back up.”

You do so, automatically – an order is an order, no matter how confusing it may be – and he tucks the discarded blanket around you with a satisfied smirk.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Cid,” he grins, bowing with mock flourish. “May I have the pleasure of yours?”

“I don’t… Where are we?” You ignore his question.

“We’re at The Veil, in Northreach.” The Veil rings a bell in your head and the colour must drain from your cheeks as Cid is quick to try and set your mind at ease. “Not like that - the Dame is a friend of mine, just set us up for the night. You were too ill to travel.”

“Travel?”

Cid nods, sitting down heavily in the chair by your bedside. “Mm-hm. You see, I have a place that’s safe for people like you, where we can live on own own terms…”

Your eyes flicker to his Brandless cheek. “We?”

He smiles.

-------

“Here we go, petal.” Cid smiles as he enters the solar, holding the bottle aloft in triumph. “Tarja thinks you’re over the worst of it, but she’d rather you keep up with the tonics for another few days.”

You shuffle upright, aided by the multitude of pillows Cid had set up at the headboard of the bed, and frown at the prospect – the tonics are horribly bitter due to one of the plants that make up its components. “Really? But I’m feeling so much better…” Your protest falls flat at how hoarse your voice remains.

“Ah-ah,” he chides as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle, holding it out in offering. “Good girls take their medicine.”

It is a battle you know you won’t win. With a sigh, you take it from his hand, closing your eyes tightly and down the tonic with a grimace. It’s silly, but sometimes you think you’d rather go through having the Brand removed again that drinking another one of these foul things. “Thank you.” Cid plucks the now empty bottle from your hand and places it down on the side, smiling wistfully at you – it still makes your scalp tingle, even after all these years.  

“What’s that smile for?”

“Just a bit of déjà vu, love.” He wraps his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “This reminds me of that first wonderful night we spent together.” “How?” Your brow furrows in confusion, thinking back to the night he'd first kissed you in the solar after a successful mission and a glass or two of wine. He laughs. “Not that one.”

“If you’re thinking of the one at The Veil, we have a very different opinion of what counts as wonderful.”

“How can it not have been wonderful, the night you came into this old man’s life? Only difference is, now I can do this,” he leans in to meet your lips in a chaste kiss, withdrawing quickly with a wink at your pout. “There’ll be more when you’re better.”

“But I am be-”

There’s a frantic knock upon the solar door and Cid turns, keeping your hand held in his.

“Come in.”

The door is flung open by an out of breath Gav, face red with exertion. “It’s… time.” He wheezes, leaning on her knees. “Shiva’s on the… field, like.”

“Right…” Cid nods, and you don’t miss the subtle frown as his eyes flick from Gav to you in thought. You squeeze his fingers in unspoken affirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Go. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again. “Gav, tell Goetz to get ready. We’re heading out.”

“On it!” Gav turns and sprints back down the hall towards the staircase, and you squeeze Cid’s fingers once more to gain his attention.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” You ask, timidly. His forearms are mottled with petrification now, no matter how much he tries to hide his discomfort from you.

He smirks, patting your thigh through the blanket. “Don’t you worry about me, love. You just concentrate on making sure you’re fully recovered when I return, hm?”

You nod as he gets to his feet with a final squeeze of your hand. He double-checks the belts that sit ever present at his hip and adjusts his gloves ever so slightly – a nervous habit, but not one he’d ever confess. Once satisfied, Cid leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Behave. I don’t need to tell you that both Charon and Tarja will have no qualms in dragging you back to bed if they see you wandering around.”

You roll your eyes and nod, knowing it’s true - you had remained spirited - and watch as he walks over to the door. He hesitates a moment, leaning his head against the doorframe as he takes one final look.

“I love you, petal.”

You smile, gripping the blankets in absence of his hand. “I love you too, Cid.” --

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featuring: cidolfus telamon x priestess reader x clive rosfield

word count: 7,333

summary: long time “companion” cid and his newest recruit clive seek refuge in your church as their search for the second fire eikon continues

tags: (18+), smut, blasphemy, hierophilia, sex in a church, dom/sub dynamics, breast/nipple play, oral (m! receiving) foreskin play, virginity loss (clive), creampie, minor brat taming, degradation, spit, spanking, notes of humiliation kink & exhibitionism, praise, petnames (angel)

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from eos to valisthea

by karmaisakhaleesi

"Eikon? You mean the Astrals, right?"

Clive's face twisted in confusion, "First you tell me you're the Princess of a place that's never existed, and now you're calling the Eikons Astrals?"

As the older sister of Noctis, and future Queen of Tenebrae through an arranged marriage with Prince Ravus Nox Fleuret, it was your duty to keep your younger brother and heir to the throne safe. Even if it means being sent to another world not too dissimilar to your own.

 sorry i suck at summaries!

Words: 2597, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XVI, Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clive Rosfield, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Cidolfus Telamon, Cindy Aurum, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Iris Amicitia, Benedikta Harman, Nyx Ulric

Relationships: Clive Rosfield/Reader, Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Additional Tags: FFXV AU, Dimension Travel, Protective Clive Rosfield, King Noctis Lucis Caelum, Mentioned Noctis Lucis Caelum, reader is the older sister of Noctis, slight /ravus nox fleuret, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Eventual Smut, Smut, Angst, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending, Mentioned Ravus Nox Fleuret, Past Ravus Nox Fleruet/reader

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48684769

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clive Rosfield/Cidolfus Telamon/Jill Warrick Additional Tags: Fluff, Banter Summary: Cid's never needed much looking after, but he doesn't mind it with them.

Written for Final Fantasy Kiss Battle 2024.

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I'm so glad I found your blog! can you give us headcanons for the FFXVI boys when they realize they are in love with someone ❤️

Gladly!

Clive Rosfield Falling in love is gradual, a spark that turns into an ember. Ignorant of his own emotions, or too afraid to confront them, it lies dormant in the recesses of his mind. It lies there, raging away; It grows, and grows, until that ember is now a raging fire that burns hot in his chest, and yet he ignores it. Maybe he's afraid of rejection, or maybe he's afraid that he'll get you hurt and lose you, the one thing that keeps him going through all the horrors of the world. He keeps silent, bears his curse until you eventually break down his walls and he's forced to confront that his heart beats for you and you alone. Joshua Rosfield Joshua is not a blind man, he is aware of his attraction to you, but he is also a man burdened with responsibility. Even so, he notices how all his troubles seem to melt away when he's with you, more than any simple crush would. An inkling in his heart, until one day it becomes too much and all the emotion he has is suddenly flooding his very being. All consuming, a tidal wave that sweeps him away and leaves him adrift. Something just clicks in his head one day and he just knows, knows that you're the one, that he'd give his life to you. He can't help but watch you from afar and wonder when the day comes that he will finally muster the courage to admit his feelings to you. Cidolfus Telamon Cid is not a man that trusts easily, despite his laid-back demeanor, but somehow you managed to worm your way into his war-weary heart. A trust that turns into admiration, an admiration that turns into love, a love that turns into an all-consuming devotion. He's well aware of his feelings toward you, and makes no effort to hide how you make him truly feel. He flirts with you in his solar, offers you a glass of his favorite drink, the one he keeps high on the shelf and saves only for special occasions, but in the end he doesn't pressure you.

No, he leaves the decision in your hands.

It's up to you whether to take your first step, and if you do he will be waiting for you with a wide smile and open arms. Barnabas Tharmr He knows it's love at first sight, knows it when his cold, dead heart thrums in his chest at the sight of you, when his eyes follow your every move with bated breath. You draw him in like a spider to a fly, leave him trapped in your web with no hope of escape, and yet he finds himself eager to surrender himself to you. A prisoner of his own heart. To hold the nations strongest man under your thumb is both a blessing and a curse, for his devotion easily turns into an obsession. Flowers sent to your home, gifts of the finest silks, all hand-delivered to your doorstep by the king of Waloed, placed in your hands so there is no mistake in his intentions. The display leaves any would-be suiters scared, and any of those brave to try are soon "persuaded" to halt their attempts. Even if you do not accept his affection right away, Barnabas is a patient man. You are his, whether you know it or not.

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Night Of The Storm

Cidolfus Telamon x f! reader

(Fluff Drabble)

The storm began to brew, heavy raindrops hitting the ground. A sound of thunder shot through the dark sky, breaking the misty clouds apart. Here you thought this would be a nice, lovely day to walk.

To prevent getting more drenched, Cid grabbed your hand and made his way through the pathway, getting a little cover from the tall branches on the tree. You and Cid dived into laughter while searching for a place to shelter.

Your lover spotted an empty cave, the two of you rushed in there and tried to shake the wetness off the clothes, drying yourselves as much as possible. Cid commanded you to stay inside while he went and picked up wood to make a campfire.

When the night fell deep with the rain and thunder continuing to clash, you fell asleep on Cid’s shoulder. He grinned, watching you sleeping in peace. He lifted up his hand towards your cheek, caressing.

“Rest well, sweetheart.”

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(A/N) - Something sweet and short for all of you Cid lovers!😙✨(Lacks of Cidolfus fanfics kills me ;-;)

UNTIL NEXT TIME🖤

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FFXVI Masterlist

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Clive Rosfield

Knight In Love (Headcanon)

Always Be With You

Proposal

Love At First Sight

I Really Like You (Pt 2 to Love At First Sight)

Paperplane (Modern Au)

Would You Like To Dance With Me?

It’s Okay.. 

I Remember.. 

The Mission

Confession

Fire Fairy

Taste of You (Smut)

Colliding Memories (Angst)

Farewell (Angst)

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Joshua Rosfield 

Opening Up (Angst)

Open Your Heart

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Cidolfus Telamon

Warm Feelings (Fluff Headcanon)

Night Of The Storm (Fluff Drabble)

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Jill Warrick

My Lady

More Than Friendship 

Soulmates 

Ice and Snow

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Dion Lesage

Marriage 

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Benedikta Harman

Lust Of Desires (NSFW HEADCANON)

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Barnabas Tharmr

His Queen (Headcanon)

Worthless (ANGST) 

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Confession

[⚔️Clive Rosfield x Reader⚔️]

Note: A bit of fluff towards the end.

Clive has been acting quite strange ever since you bumped into him. Here you thought you would never see anyone alive from Rosaria again. Jill appeared to be alive surprisingly, she was quite happy to see you. So the two people you’re very close with are alive. You also met up with the dog Torgal who is fully grown and whom you thought was dead during the invasion at Rosaria. You met a new friend of theirs, a man named Cidolfus Telamon. He’s the dominant of the thunder god Ramuh. You found it hard to believe when Jill told you that she became the dominant of the ice eikon Shiva. 

There were plenty of things that you needed to catch up on but somehow you managed to pick up the pace. All this time, Clive thought he would never see you again, thinking that you were killed during the incident at Rosaria. He thought of you every day since you were nowhere to be found. Until now. 

Everything happened so fast. You becoming an assassin of Sanbreque and working for them after the attack on Rosaria years ago. Someone from the kingdom seen how skilled you were with the dual blades so they decided to recruit you. Five months later, you decided to call quits and ran away from there as far as possible because you didn’t like what they were doing.

Clive would never thought of you being an assassin working for the emperor of Sanbreque. It’s a good thing you left, you were just a pawn to them and they used you to do their dirty work. Now that’s all in the past, you are now a free bloody woman who can do whatever she wishes to. 

Lately, Clive has been acting a little strange around you. You tried to talk to him and he just simply walked away from you. You gave a flustered look when he did that, wondering what was up with that man. You asked Jill and Cid about Clive’s odd behaviour. They seem to know something that’s going on with him but kept it to themselves and didn’t wish to tell you. They urged you to go and talk to Clive alone. 

You spotted Clive sitting on a log, staring down the lake. You sighed disappointedly, making your way to him, “Clive, hey, you’ve been avoiding me for a while. What’s wrong with you? Are you not happy to see me?” You began to question him in a worrying-angry tone of yours. 

Clive sighed, he knew that you would be mad towards him with the way he was behaving around you. He got up from the log and turned to face your direction. You crossed your arms as you wait for him to open that damn mouth of his to speak. “Well?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been trying to ignore you, it’s just that ever since you survived the incident at Rosaria years ago. I always thought I would never see you again. I went looking for you everywhere I go. (Y/n), when I found you alive. I just couldn’t believe it at first. I thought it was all a dream but no it wasn’t. ” What is this? Is he trying to tell you his feelings? 

Your (e/c) eyes widened, bolting out in surprise. It sounded like he’s trying to pour out his feelings for you. “Clive, what are you trying to say?”  you asked dumbfounded. 

“What I’m trying to say is; I have feelings for you, (Y/n). I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I lost that chance when you disappeared from Rosaria without a trace. I wanted to come and find you and tell you that I love you so damn much, I will always risk my life for you.” Clive’s confession made your heart raced, overflowing with waves of fuzzy feelings. 

“Clive...” he held your hands and locked eyes with you. “I love you very much, more then anything in the world.” 

Tears of joy formed into your eyes, it’s been a while since you cried of happiness. You felt happy when he told you his feelings for you. Clive pulled you in close to put his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms, holding him so tight never letting him go. Clive picked you up bridal style and spun you around. Laughing joyfully underneath the bright, celestial stars. 

(A/n) - Somehow I fucked this up because of the bloody writer’s block and I was rushing through it. I am officially out of ideas. I regret writing this piece of trash >///<

@aria-lesage @tharmr-barnabas @virtuousluna @kianaflame23

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[pinkkittysaw]

wip tag game

rules : post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

i come up with my titles absolutely LAST so my apologies for so many untitled projects. also if i post snippets not all of them will be juicy and enticing as some of these projects only have a paragraph to their name (or lack thereof)

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG SAINTYY!!!!!!! @saintokkotsu i did not realize how many wips i actually had until now ummmmm 😅

no pressure tags!!: @cryptictongues @drabblesandimagines @meownotgood @mrsackermannx

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE? (18+) (series)

knight! clive rosfield x princess! reader

UNTITLED I (18+)

anthony bridgerton x reader

desc: anthony makes love to you four times during your wedding night

BLOOD OATH (18+) (series)

clive rosfield x priestess! reader

ME AND MY HUSBAND (18+ POTENTIALLY) (series)

barnabas tharmr x reader

UNTITLED II (suggestive) (series)

cidolfus telamon x priestess! reader

desc: the beginning of the end

UNTITLED III (series)

barnabas tharmr x priestess! reader

HOLIDAY BLUES (temp title) (hurt/comfort) (fluff)

clive rosfield x reader

UNTITLED IV (18+) (completely forgot i written this)

leon kennedy x vampire! reader

UNTITLED V (18+)

clive rosfield x pregnant! reader

UNTITLED VI (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

desc: “the bitter chill of the midnight air has me longing for the warmth of your embrace”

UNTITLED VII (18+) (series)

noctis lucis caelum x reader

UNTITLED VIII (fluff)

clive rosfield x reader

ALL BARK AND NO BITE (18+)

clive rosfield x puppy hybrid! reader

UNTITLED IX (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

desc: body worship with clive

WHETHER YOU COME AS A LOVER OR EXECUTIONER, I AM READY TO RECEIVE YOU (18+)

clive rosfield x vampire! reader x barnabas tharmr

[emmanuellececchi]

Ah Cid. With his heart of gold and his manner... Really sweet story, all fluff and love. *swoon*

ok so a bit of.. admission her. My little adorable blorbo that I love to write for in all terrible and nice situations is Joshua Rosfield.

But... But.. the blorbo I would fell for if I where real in this game? This guy. Cidolfus Telamon is my type of guy...

you read nothing, you heard nothing.

Cidolfus x fem reader fluff with either sick day or opposites attract 👻🐕

Also just wanted to say your fics are amazing and I'm basically stalking your account almost every day now. With you being one of the only ones making fluffy content for my favourite boys, please keep going. Lots of love, and you deserve all the followers ❤️.

Thank you, lovely! I hope you enjoy <3 Petal Cidolfus Telamon x female (Branded) reader

You’re too hot – a particularly odd sensation as you struggle to recall the last time when you’d felt anything but cold. Spending so many nights sleeping in a drafty chocobo barn had left a permanent chill in your bones.

There’d been a heavy storm a day or so ago when you were on the road to the market – your master took shelter in the carriage and had left you shivering outside on the saturated ground, shackled to one of the large wheels for good measure.

You had made it to Northreach somehow, but hardly the picture of a healthy Bearer who would make good coin. A chesty cough, pale skin, unable to keep focus. Your master was in a foul mood – there hadn’t been an ounce of interest in you at the auction and he was loathed to drag you all the way back without anything to show for it. The market had shut for the evening and so he had moved to the outskirts the opposite side of the town – the mothercrystal of Orinflamme shining in the distance, your arms shackled above your head once more on the carriage’s great wheel in the hopes of flogging you to traders making their way in and out of the town in the early evening.

You no longer had the strength to keep your head held up, your mind fuzzy, so it’s not a surprise that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until a new, deep voice booms from a few metres away.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

“You look like a man who appreciates a good deal.” Your master chuckles. “Got a Bearer for sale.”

There’s a gloriously cool, gloved hand placed upon your forehead for what turns out to be too short a moment before it is removed.

“Oh, petal.” A velvety voice tuts sympathetically at you in a murmur – too low for your master’s ears. “She’s burning up with a fever.”

“These Branded always run hot,” is his scoffed response. “She’s good stock, mind. Only a little bit of stiffness about her.” He grabs a fistful of your hair in a harsh grip and yanks your head up, and you blearily take in the stranger who is crouched in front of you.

He reminds you of a lord the way he is dressed - his shirt somewhat open with a large collar, two sword hilts jutting out from his hip, clean shaven and looking remarkably unimpressed at the sight before him. “And you really think you’re going to be able to sell her in this condition?”

“If you’re not interested, I kindly ask you to fuck off.” He shoves your head forward to emphasise his point as he relinquishes the grip on your hair.

“Now, now, no need to be rude - I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” The stranger gets back up to his feet. “Why are you selling her?”

“Honestly, I could buy a new Branded that won’t give me any lip for farming work. I’m too old for that.”

“Oh, she’s spirited, is she?”

“That’s a word for it. So, are you interested?”

“Hm.” The man reaches for the gil pouch by his side, as if to check its weight. “What’s the price?”

“10,000 gil.”

He whistles. “For a sick, stubborn Bearer?”

“She’s not sick. And I’m sure a young gentleman like yourself would be able to knock the stubbornness out of her. I paid 15,000 for her originally – it’s a bargain.”

If your head wasn’t pounding, your mouth completely dry, you would’ve had something to say about being described as a bargain… but all your energy is focused on breathing.

“Fine.” The mysterious man agrees, pulling off one of his leather gloves and offering his hand.

Your master grabs hold of it eagerly, beaming. “Pleasure doing busi…” But the sentence is cut off as sparks of lightning crackle in the air, blue bolts shooting from the stranger’s hand and up your master’s arm before sparking all over his body.

Your master grunts, drops to the ground, twitching, eyes wide open in your direction.

He’s alive, breathing, but he won’t be getting up again anytime soon.

The mysterious man puts his glove back on and, using his leather boot, gently rolls your master over. He bends down and grabs a bundle of keys that had been attached to his belt before crouching down in front of you once more. You wonder if you’re next.

You tense as a gentle hand cups your cheek, bracing yourself for pain, but it only tilts your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles – sympathetic and kind. “Hello, petal. Name’s Cid. I’d ask you yours, but something tells me you’re not up for much talking right now. I’m going to get you out of these shackles and we’ll find somewhere comfy to rest up for the night. You’re safe with me – you have my word.”

He removes his hand and you manage to keep your head upright, a little in disbelief as he places the key in the lock of one of the shackles and undoes the mechanism, careful to lay your arm down in your lap before repeating the action with the other.

“There we go. I’m going to pick you up now, petal. You just rest.”

He places an arm around your back, another under your knees and gets to his feet with a slight grunt, mumbling about his own knees. The upward motion seems too much to bear, however, and unconsciousness takes over.

--

Isabelle raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cid at her door, you cradled against his chest. She puts her hands on her hips and tuts.

“Cid, it’s not bring your own.”

“Not what it looks like.” He lifts you up, causing your head to lull back and reveal the Brand on your cheek. “Petal’s not well. Any chance of a bed for the evening and we’ll be out of your hair after dawn?”

“Of course.” Isabelle steps back, widening the door to permit Cid entry. “What happened?”

“Some git trying to sell her on the outskirts. He’s taking a little nap. Poor thing’s absolutely frozen.”

“Did anyone see?”

Cid shakes his head. “No. I’d be surprised if he even remembers.”

“Girls,” the Dame calls to a couple of the women hanging by the door – Cid isn’t a stranger to partaking in the delights the Veil has to offer, after all. “Prepare a fire in Cid’s usual room. Extra blankets.”

Cid nods in thanks, heading towards the staircase to a room he knows well.

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You don’t know what’s real or what is a dream over the next few hours. Fleeting moments of consciousness - a cold compress against your forehead, a rough voice coaxing you to drink something that feels soothing on your throat and warming in your stomach.

You wake up feeling… comfortable? It’s an odd sensation. What would you be on that’s so soft? You open your eyes, confused at the fact that you’re covered in a soft knitted blanket. The room is strange – a bed, a chair and a man standing over the fireplace, rousing the flames higher with a fire poker.

He turns and his eyes widen as he sees you awake and you panic and begin fumbling with the blanket, stuttering out an apology as you try to get up. How did you end up in a bed of all things?

“Easy now,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he takes a cautious step forward. “I meant what I said – you’re safe with me.”

You’ve just managed to disentangle yourself from the blankets, getting up on legs that just about to collapse underneath you. The man is quick to your side, a hand on the small of your back and another around your shoulder, guiding you back down upon the bed.

“Master, I-”

“None of that, petal.” He cuts off your protest. “I am not your master, and, from this day forward, you will never have one again. Pop your legs back up.”

You do so, automatically – an order is an order, no matter how confusing it may be – and he tucks the discarded blanket around you with a satisfied smirk.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Cid,” he grins, bowing with mock flourish. “May I have the pleasure of yours?”

“I don’t… Where are we?” You ignore his question.

“We’re at The Veil, in Northreach.” The Veil rings a bell in your head and the colour must drain from your cheeks as Cid is quick to try and set your mind at ease. “Not like that - the Dame is a friend of mine, just set us up for the night. You were too ill to travel.”

“Travel?”

Cid nods, sitting down heavily in the chair by your bedside. “Mm-hm. You see, I have a place that’s safe for people like you, where we can live on own own terms…”

Your eyes flicker to his Brandless cheek. “We?”

He smiles.

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“Here we go, petal.” Cid smiles as he enters the solar, holding the bottle aloft in triumph. “Tarja thinks you’re over the worst of it, but she’d rather you keep up with the tonics for another few days.”

You shuffle upright, aided by the multitude of pillows Cid had set up at the headboard of the bed, and frown at the prospect – the tonics are horribly bitter due to one of the plants that make up its components. “Really? But I’m feeling so much better…” Your protest falls flat at how hoarse your voice remains.

“Ah-ah,” he chides as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle, holding it out in offering. “Good girls take their medicine.”

It is a battle you know you won’t win. With a sigh, you take it from his hand, closing your eyes tightly and down the tonic with a grimace. It’s silly, but sometimes you think you’d rather go through having the Brand removed again that drinking another one of these foul things. “Thank you.” Cid plucks the now empty bottle from your hand and places it down on the side, smiling wistfully at you – it still makes your scalp tingle, even after all these years.  

“What’s that smile for?”

“Just a bit of déjà vu, love.” He wraps his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “This reminds me of that first wonderful night we spent together.” “How?” Your brow furrows in confusion, thinking back to the night he'd first kissed you in the solar after a successful mission and a glass or two of wine. He laughs. “Not that one.”

“If you’re thinking of the one at The Veil, we have a very different opinion of what counts as wonderful.”

“How can it not have been wonderful, the night you came into this old man’s life? Only difference is, now I can do this,” he leans in to meet your lips in a chaste kiss, withdrawing quickly with a wink at your pout. “There’ll be more when you’re better.”

“But I am be-”

There’s a frantic knock upon the solar door and Cid turns, keeping your hand held in his.

“Come in.”

The door is flung open by an out of breath Gav, face red with exertion. “It’s… time.” He wheezes, leaning on her knees. “Shiva’s on the… field, like.”

“Right…” Cid nods, and you don’t miss the subtle frown as his eyes flick from Gav to you in thought. You squeeze his fingers in unspoken affirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Go. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again. “Gav, tell Goetz to get ready. We’re heading out.”

“On it!” Gav turns and sprints back down the hall towards the staircase, and you squeeze Cid’s fingers once more to gain his attention.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” You ask, timidly. His forearms are mottled with petrification now, no matter how much he tries to hide his discomfort from you.

He smirks, patting your thigh through the blanket. “Don’t you worry about me, love. You just concentrate on making sure you’re fully recovered when I return, hm?”

You nod as he gets to his feet with a final squeeze of your hand. He double-checks the belts that sit ever present at his hip and adjusts his gloves ever so slightly – a nervous habit, but not one he’d ever confess. Once satisfied, Cid leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Behave. I don’t need to tell you that both Charon and Tarja will have no qualms in dragging you back to bed if they see you wandering around.”

You roll your eyes and nod, knowing it’s true - you had remained spirited - and watch as he walks over to the door. He hesitates a moment, leaning his head against the doorframe as he takes one final look.

“I love you, petal.”

You smile, gripping the blankets in absence of his hand. “I love you too, Cid.” --

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