#ffxvi barnabas tharmr x you

[hiebies]

hold me (i wish that we were laying in the same sheets)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to love is to hope, to hope is to hold, to hold is to be secure- until it isn’t.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

sweet air on a spring morning. sweet like dew on blades of grass and honeysuckle blossoms birthing into bloom. not like powdered sugar, not like perfume or incense, not like slathered honey dripping onto your tongue.

sweet air on a spring morning and cold cotton sheets that swathe generously over naked skin, an arm stretched out over an expanse to trace an empty hand and reaching fingers to a place no longer occupied. of course, why would it not be unoccupied? no one lays there to leave an indentation in the sheets, there is no reason to anymore. pointless.

the reaching fingers drag the empty space, adoring in their caress, arcing back to the body of their owner to curl against a chest. the fingers tap against the chest of the body, pressing against skin, hard enough to meet the resistance of muscle and bone, to feel the staccato rhythm underneath.

a sigh. cotton sheets ruffled. body awakened.

feet press to the cold ground without much protest, scuffing quietly against the floor. the careful machinations of the hopelessly ardent hands lift the body encasing the soul that remembers all, feet sliding over wood until a sudden stop is made at the mirror on the far side of the room.

tired eyes are reflected back through the mirror, lips curled into a frown and face appearing puffy. hands, ones that are practiced in their art, poke and prod at the face until the articulated smile sticks.

a knock on the door. a sharp tap followed by a pause, then three more sharp taps. familiarity breeds contempt for the memory of this. the head that appears when the door twists open is out of focus from the mirror; good.

“are you ready?” speaks the voice from the body in the doorway, achingly familiar.

you cast me aside, says the soul in a hateful whisper. i am cast, far out to sea, sinking within the froth of the waves you have created. the soul consumes itself in its grief, in turmoil as the face slides more into focus.

“give me a few moments, won’t you?” answers the voice from the body, swallowing the cries of the soul, letting itself be consumed. “close the door.”

the face becomes clearer in the mirror, just barely, darkness of the room creating pleasant shadows. hand pushed against the smoothness of the door, the person by it is clear now, frowning, seemingly something to say on the tip of the tongue. say it already. eyes clash in the mirror and then shatter apart. the visitor is silent.

“could you not find a better time than this?” asks the voice, level in volume but not its intent. stagnation permeates the air, carried across the space, cutting through the particles between them and being consumed into ears that are reluctant to listen.

footsteps approach. a hand brushes against a shoulder of another. silence.

the articulated smile flares and muscles tense, stretched thin like rubber bands, preparing to snap back to their fixed state; away from the visitor. the visitor speaks again in reply, “now is best.”

another sigh, the soul gasps for breath in the crushing waves stirred by the open wound the heart bares; only because it suits you. the body contracts, moving away from the visitor once more, one final time.

“Your cause has cost us everything, I am lost to you. I stay, because you’ve buried me in responsibility here I can’t shake.”

sour air on an autumn evening. twilight reflecting on fallen carpets of leaves left to rot and nurture new life, the contemptuous finality of changes made. like footsteps leaving an occupied room with the soul of the body left behind. like the merciful end of familiarity caused contempt hidden within the changing of seasons.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; okay so,, i wrote this originally to b able to b read with multiple ppl, original plan was to write something able to be read for clive, barnabas, dion, benedikta & cid,, haha whoopsies it ended up being barnabas solo :’) this is really about nothing, but references past conflict- honestly that’s all i had in mind, i apologise incredibly if it doesn’t make much sense<3 on a final note!! i start a diploma soon (yay!) so activity will be diminished (i plan to finish asks before then, iv jus been swamped irl i am v sorry to reqs sent in & so far unanswered)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[drabblesandimagines]

Hello Ghostdog, I saw your event and thought about Barnabas/fem reader with the idea of ​​amnesia. It would be really interesting, but of course it's up to you😺💖

Amnesia

Barnabas Tharmr x female reader You awake, slowly, to a gentle sway – back and forth. It’d be comforting if not for the ache radiating around your skull. It takes a few attempts to open your eyes, wincing at the lanterns that illuminate your surroundings. Were it not for them, the room would be in darkness – a circular window the other side of the room appears to be shuttered.

A silver-haired man sits at your bedside, slender legs crossed, looking unamused as you sit upright abruptly, eyes flickering around the room in confusion.

“Do not try anything foolish. My liege would prefer you in tact.”

If you had a clear head, you would’ve questioned the strange man’s words.

“Where…” You swallow, though your mouth remains dry. “Where are we?”

“The Einherjar.”

“The what?” The swaying notion finally makes sense, the circular window… “We’re on a ship?”

The man’s smile seems cruel. “Do you not recall?”

“Recall what? I…” You wince again, clutching the side of your head. It’s as if something’s on the tip of your tongue, something you’re meant to be remembering, alongside a feeling that if you reached out to grab for it, it would turn into vapors between your fingers. “I don’t remember… I don’t remember anything.”

“Anything?” He seems dubious at your claim. The chair creaks as he leans forward, grabbing hold of your chin with a gloved hand and forcing your eyes to meet his. “What is your name?”

“My…” You squeeze your eyes tight, as if the action might squeeze the answer out into your head, but nothing comes. “I don’t… Why don’t I remember my name?”

The silver-haired man lets go of your chin and stands up abruptly, bowing as he speaks. “Excuse me a moment.”

He is out the door, a clunk of a lock following his departure, within the blink of an eye. You stumble up to your feet – everything aches in protest – and try the door, pointlessly. “W-wait!”

You sit back down heavily upon the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut again, hoping and praying that everything will make sense in a moment. Yes, in a moment, everything will all click into place and you’ll feel foolish for getting so flustered. The moment does not come despite many moments passing, but the door eventually unlocks and you jump up in reflex. The silver-haired man returns, but not alone. A tall, dark-haired man with cold blue eyes accompanies him, dressed in a royal blue shirt and a high collar, a black doublet layered over the top with billowed sleeves, two belts around his waist and seemingly more around his thighs – a scar peeking out between his shirt’s laces.

He seems familiar.

“Sleipnir informs me you are… not well.”

You take a heavy step back as a wave of light-headedness washes over you, expecting to crash down against the bed, but the strange yet familiar man wraps his arm around your waist with a fast reflex and no hesitation, steadying you at once.

“Sorry, it’s my head, it’s-“

“Do you remember me?” He interrupts, his tone impatient.

“No, I don’t… I don’t remember a thing.” Your voice breaks in frustration. “What’s going on? I don’t-” A heavy hand presses your head into his chest, cutting you off again – he smells of salt and brimstone.

“Hush now, treasure.” He soothes, leading you back to sit upon the bed, his arm remaining tight around your waist. “I will explain. Sleipnir, leave us.” “As you wish, my liege.” You cannot see the silver-haired man leave – your vision obscured by the blue and black of the man’s shirt, but you hear the door open and shut, signaling his departure.

You tilt your head up as he removes his hand and try to take in his face. There is something comfortingly familiar in those blue eyes and black hair of his deep down, you think, even if the term of endearment he seems to be using is not. “Treasure?”

“Ah. Allow me to… reintroduce myself. I am Barnabas Tharmr, King of Waloed, Warden of Ash, Dominant of Odin…” He trails off, suppressing a grin as your brow only continues to furrow in confusion. “But, most importantly,” he takes your wrist and presses a kiss against your pulse point, “I am your lover.”

“My…”

“But you are more than my lover, you are my future queen. You fell and knocked your head on the deck when the seas grew rough. It must ache still, hm?”

“It does, yes,” you nod, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“You adore being out in the ocean air, treasure. I blame myself for not insisting you seek shelter inside. If I had, you would not be in this state right now.”

“But I… I don’t recall anything. Nothing from before I woke. I surely should-”

“Hush now, do not fret.” He presses calloused fingertips against your lips, silencing you once more. “We will make land soon and return home, to Castle Black, where I will summon the finest healers. We will have you reunited with your memories before long – I promise. You just have to trust me, my love.”

He laces his fingers through your own, raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles as you feel tears burn at your eyes in frustration.

“My name.” You demand, steadying your voice. “What’s my name?”

Barnabas whispers his mother’s name into your ear.

--

Clive comes to with a groan – a myriad of faces all gathered above him, but not the one he is desperate to see.

He shoots up, too fast for what his body’s been through – sliced through by Odin’s sword - and Byron and Gav try to push him back down against the pillows, but he holds firm as best as he can.

“No.” He murmurs, trying to shrug them off, his heart pounding in his ears. “Where is she?”

No-one replies – Jill and Mid turning away from him to hide the tears in their eyes.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Joshua begins, tentatively, leaning forward in the chair by his bedside. “We were so focused on getting you out… They’ll be halfway to Ash by now.”

The Dominant of Ifrit howls.

--

The Einherjar cuts through the waves at pace. They are expected to make land at dawn, but Barnabas Tharmr has no plans to sleep. In his bed chambers, he presses a long kiss against your temple, your slumbering form cuddled into his chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. It had been far too easy to get you to drink the elixir laced with nepenthe petals to keep you drowsy and confused – passing it off as a painkilling draught to soothe the thudding pain in your skull.

He grins as he feels a ripple disturb the aether in the air and can’t resist another kiss on your temple.

“Come and reclaim her, Mythos.” --- Thank you so much for your request, @ironicsss! I couldn't resist going a bit darker cos it's Barnabas, little bit of Clive thrown in there for you too xxx Masterlist . 1,000 followers event Comments and reblogs make my whole day!

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 142 }

die for you; barnabas version

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

{ i don’t want this feeling | i can’t afford love | i try to find a reason to pull us apart | it ain’t workin’, ‘cause you’re perfect | and i know that you’re worth it | i can’t walk away… }

the king of waloed was turned into shambles the moment you went missing from his chambers. steel blue eyes were felt widening in shock the moment he enters your shared chambers, feeling his heart freeze upon not seeing the sight of your silky hair fanned against the plush pillows- naked and ready for him.

running his hands through his ebony locks of hair, he calls upon the sleipnir he had placed by you, his sole purpose was to protect you and to alert barnabas of any hasty decisions you have made.

his gauntlets fist at his hair in frustration, and he listens closely to the sounds of the chamber opening, hearing the graceful sounds of sleipnir’s footsteps.

“you called for me, my king?”

he hears the knight and summons his dark blade, facing him while pressing it against sleipnir’s throat.

“where is she?”

unfazed by his king’s temper, sleipnir backs away from him with his hands held up in mock surrender.

“relax, my king, for your beloved is safe and sound. she simply wished to take a swim within the ocean waters, just near the borders of our castle.”

barnabas could feel his anger mounting. “and you left here there unattended?”

“she is safe and deserves some moment of reprieve, my lord. i was given strict orders by your queen to remain behind. she said that if you were to stifle her any more, then she will grow to despise you.”

he could feel the veins against his temple pulsate in response. the nerve of you- actually disobeying him?

he supposes that you were lucky enough to have his heart and soul, for if he didn’t, then he would freely punish you the moment he laid eyes on you once more.

still donned in his armor, he dismisses sleipnir and allows the wisps of darkness to surround him. “you shall live another day, since your purpose is to serve my stubborn wife and follow her orders, regardless of how foolish it may be.”

“naturally.” sleipnir simply bows down to his king, watching as he disappeared- knowing that barnabas was making his way to you.

barnabas knew you like the back of his own hand; so when he travels to the shores of the beach, feeling his armor sink just the tiniest bit in the sand, he looks out into the waters for any sight of you.

as if drawn to you, like the moon chasing the sun, he finally sees you, hearing the light sounds of your laughter as you swam within the ocean.

the king of waloed had told you many times that swimming in such tides were dangerous, yet you didn’t seem to care. being the stubborn wife that you were, you often spent your free time swimming within these waters, finding comfort within the tides.

he lets out a grunt, already working on taking off the heavy set armor that surrounds his powerful form. finally hearing him, he watches as you turn around to face him, eyes going wide as your arms were crossed over your naked chest.

when barnabas was left just as bare as you were, he dives into the ocean, not even flinching when the icy cold waters surrounds him. you continue watching him inch ever so closer to you with wide eyes, not looking away until barnabas reaches you.

with a grunt of your name, he stands back to his full height, bringing you closer to his naked chest. his large hands squeeze at the fat of your thighs before giving the back of them a hard slap.

you gasp and nearly fall back into the water, had it not been for barnabas’ hold on you.

“what a naughty wife you are.”

his deep voice was dripping in amusement when he holds you closer to him, chapped lips already latching on to the side of your neck when he gently bites down against your skin.

“and what an overbearing old man you are.” your words held a tiny bite to them, but your actions were proof that they held no ill will at all. barnabas could feel the way your hands gently caressed at his hair, holding him even closer to you while you pressed you back against his chest.

“hn.”

he hides his face within the curve of your neck, gently kissing at your skin. he whispers to you; his voice becoming so soft that it could easily get lost within the waves of the ocean.

“sleipnir told me that if i became too overbearing, that you would hate me.”

a moment of silence passes between you and him before you let out a sigh. turning your head, you allow yourself to kiss at his damp strands of hair.

“forgive me. that was too harsh, i was just… feeling a little stifled from being in the castle for too long.”

he smirks against your skin, mood already lightening up considerably upon hearing your explanation. it was pathetic how deeply his emotions were tied to your own happiness, but he would never admit such a thing-

at least, not to anyone that wasn’t you.

“…i would die for you.”

he whispers while pressing a kiss against your hair.

“hm, what was that, my king?”

barnabas gives you another smirk before lifting you up into his arms. he spins you around while in the midst of the ocean waves, basking in the sounds of your laughter, further filling his heart with light.

“how do you feel about me taking you on a voyage on the einherjar? we can travel to the kingdom that’s filled with flowers and purchase all the cakes of your choosing.”

your face breaks out into a wide grin, with you whispering your husband’s name briefly before pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. your old man smirks against your lips, holding your bare body closer to him as he delves his fingers into your hair.

you bask in the feeling of each other, only pulling away when the need for air became too much. you rest your head against his, all while smiling down at him.

“you would do that for me?”

barnabas looks back at you with a strange glint within his eyes.

“for you, i would do anything.” he completes his oath by placing a kiss against the back of your hand, causing shivers to run down your spine as you could feel your love growing for him, basking in such feelings while in the midst of the ocean.

a.n. - i miss barnabas so much; also, this is so ooc, but it’s made from my own fantasies about him 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[kianaflame23]

Final Fantasy XVI men x f!reader SFW AND N*SW headcanons ☆

Cidolfus Telamon, Barnabas Tharmr and Dion Lesage

NO MINORS! ONLY 🔞 SO I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DO NOT SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

Summary: I don't see enough FFXVI men x reader here so I decided to write some headcanons for them! Hope you enjoy reading this and have a nice morning/day/night! ✨���

Cidolfus 💜

Definitely a sweet talker. Always knows how to make you blush. Sometimes, he'll tease you in front of Clive and Jill. Saying that you are his lady and how sexy you are to him~ making you blush furiously as you hear your friends' laughter.

He'll call you: my honey, my dear, my sweetheart. If Cid feels romantic, he will tell you "my only wife". You are his lover and he would still call you "his wife". Bonus if you are married with him and you called him "my sexy husband"

Give him a hickey in his neck and you won't be walking for days! Expect him to carry you in his arms throughout the journey. Hearing Clive and Jill's loud laughter as they continue to make jokes about you and Cid....It seems that your Cid doesn't care and smirks at you, making you blush even more. Refusing to talk to anyone....

Yes, he will tell you that he used to be with Benedikta and how he left her all alone.... you can tell that he blames himself. You reminded Cid that you'll still love him no matter what. You do agree that Barnabas only uses Cidolfus and you are very glad that he isn't with that dark king anymore

You REALLY love his voice! You can stare at him and listen to his talking. You don't care if he is talking to himself, YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH! Cid will get worried if you don't respond to him. However, he will use his sexy voice when you are alone with him. Having a "fun" time together 😏

Kisses your forehead more than twice a day. Want a kiss from him? Better prepare yourself because you might feel his tongue in your mouth while kissing you~

You once asks Cidolfus if you can ride him as both you and Cid make love together, you'll think that he is glaring at you. He is just imagining on how GOOD your pussy will feel as you bounce on his cock 🤭

CID LOVES YOUR MOANS SO YOU NEED TO MOAN MORE LOUDLY IF YOU WANT TO HEAR HIS SEXY GRUNTS. Maybe you'll hear his moans. You just need to hear it VERY well though.

French kissing with Cid? HEAVEN!! Depending on how Cidolfus feels but he'll still kiss you as he thrusts deeper in your sweet flower.

You want to start a family with him, You REALLY need to convince Cid because he most likely not ready because of his past and his revenge journey with Clive and the group. Cidolfus did promised Clive to help him so perhaps wait until it is over....

When that time comes, knowing that you are safe and you are okay. No war...no more killing..... then you and Cid can live together. Away from everyone... Clive, Jill and Torgal can visit you and your handsome husband. Cid smiled to himself as he looks at your beautiful face. You truly make him happy and hope you'll be with him forever.

"Yes, I'll stay with you...forever until we grow old, Cidolfus Telamon", you smiled at him, hugging him as you and Cid kissed passionately. Praying to Eikons that you won't see your lover suffer again.....

Barnabas 🖤

You are going to be his queen. PERIOD.

You will be his only queen, no question about it! Barnabas doesn't care if you don't love him, he'll come to your ear and tell you this...

"You will be MINE, (Y/N). I know you'll feel the same. I will be waiting for you when you realized how much you want me.", he whispers to your red ear, smirking as he hears your small gasp. He KNOWS you will be craving for his muscular body~

Expect him to be touchy-touchy with you as you and Barnabas walked together through his castle. He will only make love in private though. Doesn't want anyone to see you naked.

Facial kink. He'll cum in your face or chest. Barnabas does not mind if you want him to cum in your mouth~

He's into breeding and WILL MAKE YOU ARE FILLED UP WITH HIS CUM. HE WANTS TO START A FAMILY SO HOPE YOUR BODY IS READY FOR HIM! 😩

Nicknames for you: my queen, my sweet darling and my love

Nicknames for him: my dark king, my husband if he doesn't mind it, edgy king if you DARED TO CALL HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE (you'll get your "punishment" once everyone is out and Barnabas pulls your arm, pissed off as he takes you to the bedroom), and honey

Suck him really good while you are under the table, hiding from everyone as he talks with his knights. Sitting down in his chair, trying his best to NOT thrust his cock in your mouth. Try not to make noises if you don't want to get caught~

Mating press? Y E S !! Yours legs over his shoulders as Barnabas goes beast mode on you! Thrusting more deeper, feeling your tight pussy squeezing him. Grunting while telling you that you are his and ONLY HIM CAN HAVE YOU. NO ONE ELSE. HE WILL KILL FOR YOU.

"You are mine, (Y/N)! I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TOUCH YOU OR EVEN LOOK AT YOU!

Repeating "mine" over and over until he releases his cum in your sweet flower

Oh! Shows his true self as you notices on how much he smiles at you and looks at you with such love and care....

Want a kiss from him? You don't need to tell him twice as he embraces you. Kissing you softly, dancing slowly in his castle. No one interrupting you and Barnabas there...

After all, Barnabas is tired from being alone and wants you to be his only loving queen.... if you ever die from his enemies or someone who is stronger than him, then Barnabas would rather die with you than continue living. You are his light....only woman who motivate him....of course, you'll do the same. You love him so much...

At least, you told him that you are pregnant. Knowing that Barnabas will be thrilled to hear those words, a small genuine smile appears in his face as he hugs you. Kissing your forehand, you know that he is crying. Vowing to protect you and your future child.

Dion 🤍

WHAT A CUTE CHARMING PRINCE?!

You love his smile so much! You would do anything to make him smile! You'll act like a fool so you can hear his laughter!

'Oh Eikons....his laughter is so cute! I need to hear it again....'

You are happy to know that Dion is loved by everyone and people depends on him if there's troubles in Sanbreque. He is the dominant of Eikons Bahamut! You know he is strong enough to protect his people.

You have a feeling that he has a complex relationship with his father....Telling Dion that you will always be there for him.

If he wants to vent his problems, then you'll whisper to his ear and say this...

"My prince, you can use your frustration on me. Use my body....I don't care if you want to have rough sex with me...", your seductive voice looked at you with such lust, craving to fuck you until he is no longer frustrated....

Thighs kink? Yup, Dion will use your thighs as he places his cock between your pussy. Thrusting slowly as you can his small moans, feeling yourself wet as your hands on your mouth. You REALLY love feeling his shaft

Depending if you are low class or perhaps royalty, Dion will treat you like a princess. He cares and loves you so much!

You and Dion running away from his Sanbreque and his father....that idea sounds wonderful for him....

His favorite sex position is doggy style or cowgirl. If you REALLY want Dion to be rough on you and fuck you until you can't feel your legs, then he'll do it. You're his princess, soon to be his wife if things goes well. If his father doesn't accept you, then he might ask you if he can murder his own murder. Afraid that you'll leave him and never want to see him... In the end, you kissed him as you told that you'll support his decision and staying with him. Loving Dion until you are dead... He is NOT letting you die on him, he will use Bahamut to kill anyone. You are the reason why he is continuing to protect his people, hoping he'll become a king. To have you as his wonderful queen.

Smack his ass and you will receive a cute reaction from Dion. Seeing him blush as he stuttered his words, trying to look angry or at least you like his reaction! You don't mind a "punishment" from him. It doesn't matter if you get "it"outside from the castle or in his room~

YOU WANT HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN HIS GARDEN?! Smirking at you as you closed your eyes in ecstasy! Fucking you really good as he cums in you. Unless you want Dion to cum in your chest or stomach

Definitely into creampie! I am sure you want to start a family with your charming prince~

IDK WHAT I WROTE BUT HOPE YOU LIKE IT! PLEASE IGNORE MY GRAMMAR! I'll edit this FF16 men headcanons whenever I'm free!

[xxladyballadxx]

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Barnabas Tharmr x reader (Headcanon)

Summary: Just a dark king falling in love with a maiden he laid his eyes on♡

Barnabas never needed anyone in his life. Truly he prefers to be alone. Alone in a very gloomy, dark castle. Whenever his name is mentioned throughout some places, people get terrified. They cower in terror by the mention of his name. Lord Barnabas always keeps his distance from people, never talks to anyone besides two allies that serve him. Like Benedikta and Sleipnir. Loyal to the dark king, no one else. 

His life changed forever when he locked his blue orbs on a very beautiful maiden. She smelled of lavender and roses, her scent crawled onto the dark king. Lord Barnabas got lost in the beauty of that fair maiden, his mind wandered off to somewhere else. The lady wondered why he was staring at her. Barnabas thought she would be scared because of his unpleasant appearance, seeing how terrifying he appears to be.

Somehow, she wasn’t afraid of the tall, handsome man. Barnabas felt his whole body trembling in such buzzing-fuzzy thoughts when that maiden walked over to him. She wondered why the dark king was laying eyes on her. 

Lord Barnabas was just admiring her beauty. The woman found him very mysterious yet quite devilishly charming. 

The dark king couldn’t get his head thinking straight since he met this ravishing woman. Barnabas bumped into her a few times whenever he leaves his gloomy castle just to go out for a stroll. This maiden took a liking to the dark king, villagers began to gossip about them being together. 

They spend a lot of time with each other, Barnabas has never felt this special kind of…feeling before. 

Six months later, Barnabas asked the lady to be his queen, to come and live with him in the castle. Was the lady dreaming or something? Did she hear him correctly?

King Barnabas proposed to her, asking to be his Queen. The lady took him by the hand and looked at the eyes of a dark king. ‘Yes.’ was the only thing the fair maiden said to the Lord. 

Barnabas’s whole world changed into something anew. He let her bid farewell to her own family. Barnabas will allow the maiden to visit her family anytime she wishes, which is very strangely,surprisingly nice of him. 

This is the day where you officially became his beloved queen. Barnabas, your lovely dark king. If anyone puts a finger on you, touches you, or flirts with you, Barnabas will lay down his sword and strike those who have laid a finger on you. 

You belong to Barnabas Tharmr, King Of Waloed. Dominant of Odin. Only him. No one else’s. 

(A/n)- Couldn't be arsed writing a long fanfic for some reason. My lack of writing is really getting the best of me (๑•́ -•̀)

UNTIL NEXT TIME (^-^)

[findtheflamexvi]

Title: In your dreams.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, pleasure...

Pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x FemReader.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI

—How does it feel to be between the king's legs?

You would like to answer his question, but your mouth is too busy to do so you simply make an amused sound through your nose, a pleasant snort that brings a soft smile in Barnabas' lips.

You look up as your tongue continues to soothe the ever taciturn monarch. And when you do, when you see those deep blue eyes, a shiver runs down your spine forcing you to look away. It is then that you see his tempting lips, and think how much you want Barnabas to devour you.

—Be careful, my dear—he murmurs coldly and softly— you are straying from your duties.

And it is true. Because you are here to please him, not the other way round. Never the other way around. It is only in your wettest dreams that you allow yourself to imagine the forbidden. Where the king is prostrate before you, eating you, kissing you, licking you. In your dreams it is his hands that explore the inside of your body, while his rough quiet voice sings in your ear a prayer of desire.

In your dreams the king desires you.

In your dreams the king dreams you.

In your dreams the king rides you.

But here, in the present, it is he who dominates you. And boy, do you like it, almost as much as he does.

Barnabas holds the moan between his lips. He never allows himself to fully express his emotions, but you know the day will come when the king of Waloed will embrace your naked body as he gives you the full sound of his orgasms.

[barnaclive]

someone should write a fic where Barnabas is a manager and Clive is an employee and Benedikta is a "Karen"* but not actually a bad one (that's reserved for anabella I'd say).

Anyway Clive gets her order wring and she demands the manager things happen there's a fight then Clive goes on a (smoke? Bathroom?) break and is scarred for life seeing Barnabas and Benedikta making out.

[cryptictongues]

Beyond Our Vessels

pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x Sleipnir Harbard x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 4.4k summary: Barnabas lets you and Sleipnir enjoy each other and realizes something along the way.

warnings: porn without plot (this is pretty self-indulgent LOL), polyamory, threesome, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, minor pain play, making out, body worship, voyeurism

Author's Note: Spoilers about Barnabas's background and connections, and some mentions of things revealed from FFXVI Ultimania. Going to put an Ultimania spoiler note at the end for those interested. Nothing crazy, but of course read with caution!

Also, I wrote this in Barnabas's POV so please forgive me if some parts sound strange. It is something new I'm trying out.

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Barnabas Tharmr is a patient man. Through his stoicism and endurance, he has learned that patience is everything and in time the things he commands will fall into place. While others are one step ahead, he is three steps further; calculating every possible move that would fall into his lap and how he would bend it to his liking. He is patient because he knows he is always in control, which brings him to the displays of affection happening right before him. 

Here he is sitting in his chair in the corner of his chambers, watching you and Sleipnir kiss hungrily: with Sleipnir on top of you palming at your breasts, while you keep your hands in his silver hair and rub your thighs together to relieve the want stirring between them. To see the both of you so needy for one another, the two people he trusts and loves with his whole being, is the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed. 

Barnabas Tharmr can’t deny that he is a possessive man, especially when it comes to you. So much as a look from another man in your direction is a reason for punishment of the highest order, as no one is to look at you with such lust and need. You are his, and his alone… until now.

Barnabas had found you during his time in Kanver after their fight for independence was over. You were a barmaid, serving ale to the Kanver army and citizens in celebration. He was captivated by many things: the way you made barmaid garb look elegant and how you had the voice of an angel when you sang songs local to the area, just to name a couple. However, the one thing that absolutely drove him mad was the innocence you exuded; an innocence he so desperately wanted to break… and he did just that. He brought you to his kingdom, made you his queen, spoiled you with all the luxuries he could grant you, and had you submit to him at your own will, which you willingly gave away with his own when you both became Akashic to better serve his Master. Since then, you and Sleipnir have been the only two members in his council that mattered; everyone else disposable.

You and Sleipnir’s devotion to him is undeniable, serving him in all ways that he commands willingly. However, over time, he had noticed subtle shifts between the two of you. Sleipnir was often ordered to keep watch over you when he was away, and every time he would come back he would sense the atmosphere was different. He had always conjured it up as you both grew closer due to such close proximity, which pleased him regardless.

It wasn’t until one night where he had woken up to your dream induced whimpers and curses that he knew the connection between you and his lord commander was much deeper than anticipated. He remembers hearing Sleipnir’s name as more pretty sounds would fill the room. He remembers thinking he should be enraged that you were dreaming of another, yet all he felt was the immense thrill that ran straight to his cock at the thought of watching Sleipnir take you. 

To say you were surprised when he approached you on the matter is an understatement, for you had broken down and fallen to your knees, confessing that the love you have for him extends to his second-in-command. You cried that you had tried to push the wavering feelings down, as he was everything you needed and wanted and more, but the harder you would push, the faster it would spring back up. He felt he should be angry at what would be considered emotional infidelity, but instead he had knelt down and cradled you in his arms, whispering in your ear how he wasn’t upset and how much he loves you. In his mind, he kept thinking maybe the soft spot in his heart for Sleipnir makes this so easy to forgive, even when there was nothing to be forgiven. 

Little did he know, it was much more than that.

A gasp brings Barnabas back to the moment, and he sees Sleipnir inserting one of his long fingers into your pretty cunt, leaving your mouth agape as you watch him play with you. He is leaning over you as he draws his finger in and out of you, cupping your face as he seemingly whispers words between shared kisses. Barnabas takes notice of one of your hands traveling down to Sleipnir’s cock, running your fingertips along the sensitive flesh. He is mesmerized at the chemistry the two of you have, both loving each other in rhythm. 

Sleipnir leans down towards your ear, muttering something Barnabas can’t decipher. Your head turns towards him as a second finger slips in, and his fists clench in self-control as your face contorts with a moan. He can feel his cock straining in his trousers but refuses to palm himself. He just tilts his head, admiring the sounds and faces you make as Sleipnir continues to get you ready for his own cock. Barnabas can tell you are overwhelmed with both the pleasure you are receiving while having to look at him, and he wants to see you fall apart.

“Sleipnir, why don’t you prepare our sweet angel with your tongue?” Barnabas suggests, causing your eyes to go big. 

Sleipnir looks at Barnabas from your neck, and grins. “As you wish, my liege.”

He sits back further in his seat as he observes Sleipnir make his way down your body, placing open mouthed kisses on your skin. Your head turns back to him only for him to seize your chin to keep it facing Barnabas. “Keep your eyes on your majesty. Let him watch as I please you.” 

Barnabas keeps his eyes on you, and knows instantly when Sleipnir’s tongue makes contact with your delicate flower: eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling more rapidly, and lips parted as sweet little moans enter his ears. Your hands reach down to Sleipnir’s hair, pulling the strands causing him to hum into your cunt and trail his free hand from your chin to your thigh, squeezing the flesh. 

“Oh stars please, Sleipnir!” You moaned, pushing his face more into your heat. Sleipnir picks up his pace, ravaging you in a way that has you squirming. This only makes Barnabas groan at the push and pull game the two of you are playing, and he decides to take a closer look. He stands from his seat, walking over to you two with the primal urge to be close. He kneels beside you, cupping your face in his hands before gently kissing you, a big contrast to the animalistic actions Sleipnir is performing between your thighs. A gasp from you breaks the kiss slightly, making Barnabas look to the cause. He sees how Sleipnir is devouring you, mouth sucking on your clit and fingers working you open, a third one being added to the mix sometime during his escapades. Watching him pleasure you in this manner feels so different and new, and it feels so right. 

Barnabas turns back to you, seeing how your eyes have not left him. He smiles wickedly, loving the way you are being so obedient to the two of them. “How are you faring, my dear? Is he making you feel good?”

You nod, a small curse leaving your lips at what he knows is from Sleipnir’s doing. “Hmmm feels so exquisite with his tongue, doesn’t he? Especially if he is making absolute sin drip from your own.” 

“Yes, my king! He feels so good!” You praise, causing a loud groan to hit your clit from Sleipnir which only makes you grow louder. 

Barnabas looks over at Sleipnir and to see the sight of his lord commander up close consuming your cunt with his fingers buried deep inside you is a sight to behold. While he cannot see the vigor of Sleipnir’s fingers, he can see him going back and forth from his pinkish gray lips sucking your pretty pearl to his tongue caressing it to make you last evermore. It’s hard to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight, but that sight will have to wait. After all, he wants to watch you surrender to the rapture you are about to fulfill.

He turns back to you, hands going to your cheeks, so your focus stays on him. He feels your hands wrap around his wrists, a grip of a thousand men clutching for dear life at your impending release. He can feel himself smile, teeth and all, for the desperation and need of release from you is apparent. And he is more than willing to give it to you. 

“Are you going to let go, my beloved? Are you going to give your lord commander the nectar he starves for?” A whine comes out of you, eyes shutting and head turning to the side. He is quick to turn your head back facing his, one hand leaving to grasp the back of your head by your hair. “Oh no, we can’t have that. You will keep your eyes on me when you finish.” 

Barnabas is barely holding on, the pout and tremble of your lips from the overwhelming stimulus happening makes him want to finish you off himself. But once again, he is a patient man. He will wait for Sleipnir to give you your first release of the night. A sudden gasp comes from you and a shake of your head starts as you start to fall over the edge. “Mmmm goodness Sleipnir please!” You wailed, the grip on Barnabas’s wrist growing tenfold with nails digging into his skin. He moans, the pain feeling so good, and he goes down to kiss you, swallowing your cries as Sleipnir draws you out of your orgasm. 

Barnabas feels movement on his right and releases your lips to see Sleipnir sitting up from your thighs, lips glistening with your arousal and hair a mess from your earlier pulling. He holds up the fingers that were once in your cunt and moves forward to bring them to your lips. “Open up.” Barnabas sits you up, and watches you lean over to lick your juices from Sleipnir’s fingers, purring at the taste as you clean them off. “That’s it, our sweet angel. Clean up your mess.” Sleipnir murmurs, a trance apparent at the way you work your tongue. 

Barnabas can’t keep his eyes off Sleipnir in this moment. Watching his chest rise and fall as he watches you, swollen, wet lips agape, small amounts of perspiration on his body. He looked like an absolute God, and Barnabas could feel something snap in his chest as realization dawned on him. He loves him. 

Barnabas loves Sleipnir. He created him to fill the loneliness and the void; to always have someone by his side for all time. When he doesn’t have the words, it is Sleipnir that knows what he is thinking. It is Sleipnir who knows what action needs to take place before Barnabas commands it. Before you, it was Sleipnir who protected Barnabas from his fears. His lord commander has always held a special place in Barnabas’s heart and the realization of those feelings have led to this moment: that the love he has for Sleipnir goes beyond companionship. 

Sleipnir’s focus is on Barnabas, curiosity in his eyes as he awaits his king’s next move. This sets Barnabas off, for he was going to admire the beautiful being before him so help him. He is quick to take his trousers off, now fully naked, and gets on the bed kneeling by your side. Barnabas takes no time at all to grab Sleipnir by the back of his neck, and bring him down for a deep kiss. He feels Sleipnir encircle his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer and urging him to keep going. Barnabas growls, biting Sleipnir’s bottom lip causing him to grunt, granting him full access to his taste; tongues greeting one another for the first time in 47 years. It feels so natural, and all he can think is that this is right. The three of you together as it should be. As it should have always been. 

He pulls away from Sleipnir’s lips, now looking more swollen and glossier than before, and he can’t help the genuine smile that forms. Sleipnir huffs out a laugh, his hand reaching up Barnabas’s cheek to soothe the handsome wrinkles under his eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I’ve waited for you, my king.” Barnabas thinks that Sleipnir deep down must have known it would come to this and must have known his feelings for him early on. The corners of his mouth turn up, the fingers of his free hand trailing to meet the hand on his cheek to bring it to his lips. “Forgive me for my late realization.” He mutters through the kisses on Sleipnir’s fingers. “For my ignorance nearly led me astray from you, my star.”

It feels like they are both in that position forever before Barnabas senses a shift on the bed, and next thing he knows his cock is being touched. He looks in between him and Sleipnir to see you on your knees beside the two of them, one cock in each hand and slowly stroking them in sync. He can only chuckle, seeing you serve your King and Lord Commander during a sentimental moment. Such a naughty little thing. 

“It seems someone wants attention.” He hears Sleipnir snicker. All you do is smile innocently, and Barnabas leans down to press a sweet kiss against your lips. “You’ve been so patient, my dear.” He goes to leave a kiss on your temple. “You’ve cooled down quite a bit.” He goes to kiss under your ear. “Would you like us to warm you back up?” 

“Yes, my darling. I beg you. I beg the both of you.”

Barnabas acts fast, crawling to rest against the headboard before grabbing you swiftly. He gets a yelp and a fit of giggles from you before settling you in between his legs, your back against his chest with his cock snug against your lower back. He keeps his head on your shoulder as he watches Sleipnir approach you on his hands and knees, crawling to you like a lion about to go in on the hare. He sets his thighs under your knees and starts to rub your thighs up and down. “My Queen, is this truly what you want? You shall only receive what you wish.” 

Barnabas watches you nod determinedly. “I want you, Sleipnir Harbard. I want all of you.”

Barnabas observes Sleipnir slowly push inside your cunt, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the intrusion. He watches as you open up, the preparation serving well for his new lover’s cock. While Barnabas’s cock is well-sized, girthy and uncut, Sleipnir’s cock is undoubtedly longer with protruding veins, so he knows it’ll rub against areas that will have you feeling enlightened.

Barnabas wraps his arms around your waist as Sleipnir goes at a leisurely pace, his hands gripping the crease of your hips. Barnabas takes this time to drink you in, kissing your neck gently to start and letting his hands knead your tummy. You keen as he continues his trail, starting to nip at your skin as Sleipnir grows notably faster in his pace as your lower back starts to grind into Barnabas’s cock. He trails his hands up your tummy to your breasts, deciding to knead them roughly, causing you to whimper at the treatment. He senses Sleipnir pick up the pace again, rocking his cock in and out in a smooth rhythm. This only makes Barnabas up the antics, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave indents of his teeth all the while taking your pebbled nipples between his fingers and pulling on them. 

“MMMM Barnabas!” You choked out, and Barnabas chuckled against your neck, letting go of the skin of your neck to lick it soothingly. “My little masochist.” He tugs at your nipples harder, making you squirm in his hold. “It’s no wonder you chose an old sadist like me.” He continues playing with your sensitive nipples as he watches Sleipnir continue to take you, soft grunts leaving his lips every so often. 

“How does our sweet angel feel, my pet?” Barnabas asks, curious as to what is playing through his lord commander's head. 

“She feels absolutely delicious, my liege.” 

“Delicious?” Barnabas smirks. “If she feels as such, why aren’t you showing her?”

Sleipnir simper’s, leaning forward slightly. “I’m simply enjoying the view, my liege.” He leans down, placing a gentle kiss against Barnabas’s lips, juxtaposing the roughness of his cock entering your cunt, causing a cry to leave your lips. “I’ve been left speechless.”

“You may not be as loud now, but don’t worry.” Barnabas lets go of your nipples, wrapping one arm back around your torso while his free hand wraps around Sleipnir’s throat, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “Next time, it’ll be you who begs for release at the mercy of myself and our queen.” He growls. “Now, give her what she wants.”

Sleipnir groans deeply. “As you wish, your majesty.” 

Barnabas lets go of his neck and the first thing Sleipnir does is go down to you, kissing you deeply as his cock continues ravaging you. The particular thrust of Sleipnir’s hips affects both you and Barnabas; a shriek of pleasure at a certain spot Sleipnir hits inside you and a loud moan from the gravity of his thrust pushing you further into Barnabas’s cock. Barnabas can feel himself in need, needing to worship his lovers as they take on one another, for it exhilarates him knowing the both of you love each other in the same way he loves you both. 

He maneuvers his arms in a way that allows each of his hands to weave his fingers into yours and Sleipnir’s hair. He pushes both faces together, watching as you and Sleipnir swallow each other’s sounds. The sound of panting kisses and the wet smacking of Sleipnir’s hips is driving Barnabas insane, and so he pulls them apart so he can bring Sleipnir down to his own lips. They both groan hotly, heavy breathing intaking them as their tongues battle for the others' mercy. Barnabas feels you tilt your head back, feeling your eyes on him and Sleipnir as he claims the latter. He releases Sleipnir, their lips stringing saliva, and goes down to meet your lips to give the same treatment. You whimper against his lips as he claims them, and he feels your hand rest against his jaw, scratching against his facial hair lightly. He notices Sleipnir move his head in his grip, and he decides to push his head down to the crux of your neck. Barnabas captures your gasps, glancing down to see Sleipnir nipping love bites into your skin, small pink marks forming.

Barnabas pulls away, and stares at your blissed out expression. You have never looked more beautiful than you do now, and all he thinks is you deserve everything, especially for bringing all three of you together like this. He clutches his fingers in your hair a little harder, making sure your focus is on him. “Tell me how your lord commander is making you feel? I want to hear you say it.” He bids, but you only twist and turn, making Sleipnir push against your hips to hold you down against Barnabas. Your hands latch around Sleipnir’s back, your head falling on his shoulder. Next thing Barnabas witnesses is Sleipnir lifting his head, a shuddering smile on his face; the same one Barnabas equips when he is the one worshiping you. One of his hands leaves your hips and travels to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and pushing lightly so your neck would stop turning away. “That wasn’t a request, my queen.” Sleipnir hums. “It’s an order from your king. Tell him, tell us, how I’m pleasuring you.”

“You feel incredible!” You sobbed. “You both do I- It’s too much.”

“But not enough.” Barnabas hums into your ear. “Next time, you’ll get to have both of us and our spends. At the same time.” You start to shake, and he can see how his words are reeling your excitement. “But for now, clench your walls on him. Let him really feel you.” 

He knows you are doing as you’re told because Sleipnir starts to grunt obscenities, his hand going back to your hip. Barnabas takes the opportunity to let go of both heads, throwing one arm back around your torso and letting his free hand run past the two bodies of his lovers, landing right on your clit as he starts to rub small, tight circles. A sob leaves your lips, a telltale sign that you were right there. 

“My king, I can’t hold on much longer. Please let me be relieved!” You cried, your hands coming to clutch on his arm holding you to him. 

He kisses behind the shell of your ear, nipping and licking slightly at the cartilage to tease you further before he gives in to your desire for release. “Let go for us, my dear.”

He watches as your climax takes over you, seemingly possessing you mind, body, and soul as your back arches against him. He sees Sleipnir is at his wits end, his hips pistoning back and forth brutally as he rides out your release. Barnabas smirks, as seeing Sleipnir Harbard, his lord commander, his newfound lover, utterly tranced by you makes him feel euphoric. 

“My dear, why don’t you help our star out, hm?”

You nod, and your hands let go of Barnabas’s arms to wrap back around Sleipnir again, pulling him in closer with the back of your heels. His breath hitches as he goes forward, his hands catching himself as they plant on the mattress on either side of Barnabas’s thighs. Barnabas moves his arms so you and Sleipnir’s chests touch, wanting the two of you as close to each other as possible. He lets his hands go down to Sleipnir’s hands, stroking them as you work on Sleipnir’s release.

Barnabas can vaguely hear what you are saying, your voice low in Sleipnir’s ear as you coax him. All Barnabas can think of is how you and himself can bring such a snarky, matter of fact being into such a submissive state. The way he is gasping and muttering a variety of affirmations, like he is begging for you to give him what he needs, brings a whole new side to him. Barnabas feels like he has fallen in love all over again. 

Barnabas leans over your shoulder, Sleipnir’s other ear available, and whispers his command. “Release inside her. Fill her with your love as I do.”

That is all Sleipnir needed, a chain reaction setting off as Sleipnir moans hoarsely as he releases his spend into you, causing you to whine as another orgasm hits you from the constant stimulation of his cock. His arms give out, Barnabas catching him by wrapping his arms around him alongside your own. “You two did so well.” Barnabas praises, his hands going to rub your side and Sleipnir’s back. There is only heavy breathing in response, bearings working to be met as everyone calms down their hearts. 

Sleipnir is the first to move, placing kisses on both you and Barnabas’s lips before slowly pulling out of your cunt, a groan leaving your lips in the process. Sleipnir flops graciously on the bed, sighing with utter thrill as his eyes rest for a moment. Barnabas goes to move you to the side when you turn in his hold, going to your knees in front of him. He is perplexed for a moment, only to see you staring at his hard cock.

“My darling, you didn’t get to have a release. Let us please you.”

This perks Sleipnir up, rolling over to his front to crawl over. “Yes, my liege. We want you to feel as good as we do.”

Barnabas laughs and shakes his head. “In due time. I can assure you both that I am completely satisfied. Let’s rest for a moment, only then will I let the two of you have your way with me.” 

You and Sleipnir look at each other, smiles plastering in agreement. You move off the bed, ushering Sleipnir to go back to his side of the bed. “Okay, but at least be in the middle so we can both love you.” 

Something shifts in Barnabas’s chest, a sense of belonging settling in deeply. He inclines, moving to the middle of the bed and under the covers where Sleipnir is already settled in. Sleipnir latches to him, his left arm wrapping around Barnabas’s torso. Barnabas feels another weight on the bed, his right shoulder now being used as a pillow as you snuggle up close to him. There is a buzzing throughout the room; hums, sighs, and gentle kisses summoning a calm atmosphere. Barnabas has never felt so complete; to be adored and loved like this by the two people he considers home is elating. 

He can hear Sleipnir lightly snoring, a dreamlike state having taken over him. Barnabas turns his head to you and goes to kiss your forehead. You purr, stretching into him as your eyes open to meet his. He reaches his free hand to your face, brushing your cheek with his knuckles as he admires your glow. He is so in love with you, especially in this moment.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes glint, confusion striking them. “For what, my king?”

“For bringing the three of us together, for if you hadn’t, I’m afraid a part of my heart would have never unlocked.”

You move up slightly, and kiss his lips, both of your hands on his cheeks. Your lips linger against his own as your next words flow. “Thank you for opening up your heart for us. He has loved you for a long time, just as I have.”

Barnabas sighs against your mouth and moves to lay his head into the crook of your neck. “I truly love you both. I adore and admire you both. I hope you know this.” Your chest vibrates, your hand still holding onto his face. “I know because I love you. I love him. I love us three.” 

“It is us three beyond our vessels.”

Ultimania Spoiler Note: Sleipnir was created in the Year 826 when Barnabas was 18 using Odin's magick, meaning up to Year 878, they have been together for 52 years. This story takes place in 873 only because I felt like in 878 a lot is happening.

[pinkkittysaw]

in no particular order, these are some of the fics that stuck with me this year for one reason or another. i kinda fell off reading fics toward the end of year sadly 😭

as always, HEED THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING THE ACTUAL FIC(S)

divider by @/cafekitsune

1) I’D CRAWL HOME TO HER

HADES! SUGURU GETO X PERSEPHONE! READER

written by @strawberrystepmom

this was the first fic i’d ever read for suguru and as someone who loves greek mythology, especially the myth of hades & persephone, i truly think this is a must read. i’ve recently been reading some retellings of the myths from my local library and have to remind myself that this au is not the original myth since i reference it so much in my mind

2) FEARLESS

CLIVE ROSFIELD X READER

written by @drabblesandimagines

this is an overall feel good fic that brings me GENUINE joy. the dialogue in this is so cute and this fic encapsulates the epitome of why i love clive so dearly. THIS DESERVES ONE MILLION NOTES!!!! my favorite thing in the world

3) BIRDSONGS, OR ADVICE AND SYMPHONIES FOR YOUR CHILDREN (AO3 LINK)

JOHN PRICE X READER

written by @ceilidho

this was comforting and touching in a way i wasn’t anticipating. i teared up unexpectedly at the end. knowing someone will be there for you always, even though it’s no longer an “obligation”, really got to me

4) LANDSCAPE WITH HONEY (AO3 LINK)

BEARSHIFTER! JOHN PRICE X READER

written by @ceilidho

i don’t feel as if there’s a proper way to express my enjoyment of this fic. it sort of reads like a good mystery novel if that makes sense and is very satisfying to get through

5) CRUEL

BARNABAS THARMR X LEVIATHAN! READER

written by @cryptictongues

this is what officially converted me into a barnabas fucker and since i’ve yet to officially finish ffxvi to completion, i basically take your word on him as law. this fic also inspired me to include leviathan in my own stories (soon to be posted, hopefully). the blood bending in this is cool as hell. live laugh love leviathan 🫶🏻

6) IF CLARITY’S IN DEATH THEN WHY WON’T THIS DIE?

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER

written by @neiptune

i’ve spoken my love for this fic a few times. to echo some of my previous thoughts, “this fic filled me with such raw emotion.” honestly i can’t sing enough praises for this fic and how it’s made me feel in regards to the relatability of self sabotage and pushing someone away.

7) THE INNOCENCE OF

JEDI MASTER! YUUTA OKKOTSU X JEDI CONSULAR! READER

written by @princess-okkotsu

a cute star wars au that’s a genuine delight to read. i think of this so often randomly

「 FANFIC WRAPPED GAME 」

to show our appreciation and love for the fics we have binged and read again and again this year! 🎉🍾🩷

| recommend anywhere between 1 to 10 fics/one shots/drabbles in no particular order that have made your year special! <3 |

feel free to tag to AO3 or tumblr users/posts unless the writer states otherwise !

tagging (open also to anyone who wants to participate! <33): @sixpennydame @vampyrsm @daisynik7 @meownotgood @romantichomicide95 @pinkkittysaw @princess-okkotsu @strawberrystepmom @saenora @novasatoru @nkogneatho @fangirlings-world @c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s @this-is-still-mia <3

MY 2023 LINEUP…

1: levi/reader: north star by @sixpennydame

2: choso/reader: blood in the water by @teekonscurse

3: itadori/megumi: first love, late spring by city boys

4: choso/reader: show me how by therapy_placebo

5: levi/reader better man by @sixpennydame

6: gojo/reader: violet lights by @septembersummer

7: sukuna/reader cor unum by @vampyrsm

8: gojo/reader (tw cnc with gojo) shot by @princess-okkotsu

9: ino/reader do you like scary movies? shot by @daisynik7

10: aki/reader: under the influence by @meownotgood

[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

❥︎ - ; x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ. ʙᴀʀɴᴀʙᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠɪʟ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ɢᴏʀᴇ (?) ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ. ♡︎

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

The rain falls steadily, creating a soft patter whenever it hits the wet ground. Their bodies soaked up slightly due to the rain, yet they didn't have any intention of stopping their journey for now. (Y/N)'s body is a bit sore due to killing several creatures along the way before. It didn't help the fact that her bandaged shoulder wound aches a lot-- the rain just added to the stinging sensation. She refuses to tell him yet, for fear that she might worry him even more.

The sudden sounds of several people screaming have interrupted her train of thoughts. Glancing up at Clive, she had taken notice of his darkening expression as his eyes are still staring ahead cautiously.

"Come on," he urges her not too long after, taking the lead while the two went towards the source of sound. She tried to ignore the burning sensation on her shoulder as she follows him; their clothes sticking uncomfortably against their skin.

The pair moved in a rather fast pace, before they halted to a stop all of a sudden.

"Stay behind me, (N/N)." Clive merely spoke in an almost commanding tone once they arrived at the suspicious-looking area.

She began to look confused and a light hint of frustration, "What, why? I can handle myself--"

"Because I suspect that this is a trap for us." He states simply yet in a firm manner-- tightening the grip around his sword and continuing to observe their surroundings. She obeyed without hesitation while trying to remain calm and looked around as well.

He notices a movement close to the rather large tree and it immediately draws his attention. (Y/N) wanted to help at the last possible moment, but Clive took a protective stance and told her to stay behind him.

The movement came from the King of Waloed himself, who had emerged from the shadows.

Barnabas Tharmr.

"Barnabas." Clive retorts venomously, growling at the mere sight of the dark king. He has a complete unhinged aura surrounding his very being, a smirk gracing his face.

"Hmm.." He hums in amusement at the two.

"Instead of trying to finish me off, why don't you focus on your precious little lady here? I could have EASILY finish her off instead..."

The air grew tense as he spoke even more.

"She is YOUR weakness, is she not?"

Her eyes widen a bit at the words he have spoken, preparing to defend herself even more despite the aching pain she felt on her shoulder. Clenching her jaw ever so slightly, the young lady tries her best to hold back her tears. She couldn't even bear to look up at Clive's expression.

But she could tell that he's very ticked off. He could feel his soul burning with rage at the words he threw upon his sweetheart. Clive couldn't bear the sight of his beloved being hurt.

Is it appropriate for him to call him his beloved though? He did plan to confess his undying love towards her as soon as they got out of there, and to a nice, proper place.

The words that keeps spewing from Barnabas' mouth is enough to make her feel even more unconfident towards herself-- as if he's straight up taunting her.

"How pathetic can you be? You even choose to keep this poor lady by your side. Is this your very wise decision?"

His remarks are enough to trouble her frail mind and emotions. She was briefly distracted by it before she turned her attention back ahead. Clive releases a rather loud scoff-- charging towards Barnabas swiftly, who grins wickedly at his actions while drawing his weapon as well.

"You will pay for everything you've done!" Clive spats while swinging at him with every ounce of strength he possesses. The only thing that stops him momentarily is when he could feel the sharp blade grazes a tiny bit of his cheek.

Clive easily avoided Barnabas' attack by getting up and striking him again before he could hit him further. All the while, she keeps mentally debating on whether she should stay put or help him. She doesn't want him to be mad at her actions-- she wished to fight too.

But her thoughts got cut off when Clive stumbled back from the fight-- realizing that he has now fallen to the ground with a groan of pain escaping his lips. Barnabas has casted some sort of spell to temporarily tie him to the ground.

"Clive-!" (Y/N) cries out in terror, rushing towards him without a care on what might befall to her very being.

Though, she freezes in her tracks once she notices that Barnabas has reappeared in front of her-- the tip of his blade is dangerously close to her stomach. He smiles maliciously at her once she's stunned at her position; pushing the blade deeper into it, her weapon dropped to the ground.

Clive struggles to free himself from the magic ropes, unable to bring himself to witness the horror and devastating sight of his beloved-- slowly being murdered in his very own eyes. The way Barnabas drew her in while driving the blade even deeper is enough to fuel his anger more.

Yet there is something so painful when she stood there helplessly-- she knew she couldn't do anything anymore.

As if she has accepted her cruel fate.

"Look at you; willing to fight me despite your current state..." He laughs evilly, pushing the blade a little more. Losing her ability to speak, she coughed in response to the horrible feeling.

"Pathetic."

At this point, blood pours out from her body. Barnabas didn't mind that his hands might get dirty in the process—not at all. He would've killed her even earlier, but it was Clive's expression and struggle that pushes his motivation further. It was amusing to him.

The way he screams to her with a tearful gaze-- the feeling of sorrow and agony is evident in his eyes. Oh, how Barnabas is sure that Clive will hold himself responsible for her possible tragic end.

Leaning his head a bit towards her ear, he began to whisper as his eyes are focused on Clive. "You should probably listen to your darling knight next time, sweetheart." Her eyes merely widen at his words, unable to respond.

"He's begging for mercy." He taunts for one last time, before withdrawing the sword from her stomach with such force. She falls almost instantly when he lets go of her, her own pool of blood surrounding her.

Helpless, miserable... She didn't want to die this way. Not yet. Everything seems out of reach to her, so far from her very own grasp.

She lets out a bloody cough while her eyes are starting to get blurry-- not being able to see or even hear clearly at this point.

Is this how death is supposed to be? It feels so... odd. Empty, even. The pain that she experiences from earlier slowly vanishes into nothingness as her eyes slowly close on its' own.

Forgive me, Clive.

-✰-

The hill that she currently stood upon is indeed breathtaking; various types of flowers blooming almost everywhere. (Y/N) held onto her necklace; a silver, sapphire-colored star, which was given by Clive on her last birthday.

It really means a lot to her. She loves the necklace dearly.

Despite the lovely view, however, she couldn't help but to feel as if something is missing. One that is so far and hard to reach. A small, sad smile graces her features at the mere thought. It feels so serene to her soul, yet the feeling of longing is evident to her heart.

Her eyes flutter shut momentarily, feeling the soft breeze as it passes by. Oh, how she misses the feeling of peacefulness-- almost forgetting on how it really feels like.

A small squeak escaped her lips when a pair of strong arms embraces her from behind; almost losing her balance. Of course, she knew who it was. The way he wraps his arms securely around her form-- turning her around slowly without breaking the hug, just so he can rest his head on top of hers.

"Clive," she managed to speak almost breathlessly. "You..." Her voice starts becoming shaky as she stops herself from continuing further, trying her best to blink away her tears. Clive simply holds her tighter, not wanting to let go. His expression changes to a deeply concerned one as he notices the drop of her expression.

"...You came for me, did you?"

Clive brushes her tears away that has fallen tenderly as he spoke. "Of course I did. I have promised you before-- I will always be looking out for you, remember?" She doesn't answer straight away but managed to reply with a small nod.

"I'm so sorry..." She apologizes quietly with a tinge of guilt, trying to contain herself while avoiding his gaze at the very moment. With a soft sigh, the ravenette man cups her cheeks delicately once more with both of his hands.

"There's nothing to apologize for, (N/N). You have not done anything wrong." The warm and loving gaze that's present in his eyes is enough to give her a bit of reassurance.

"But I was selfish! I'm weak; I couldn't even bring myself to... tell you the truth, back then." It was at this point that she has decided to be honest with him about her true hidden feelings. If she didn't-- she might lose this chance forever.

"You mean a lot to me, Clive. I'm so sorry for having these feelings for you; you deserve someone far better--" He silences her ramblings by placing his lips against her soft ones gently. Frozen for a few seconds by the sudden unexpected contact of his lips, she eventually melts into the kiss-- wrapping her arms around his neck. It gives her the feeling of complete warmth and security by the kiss, along with the way he wraps his arms around her form. It makes her feel safe and protected.

The two gradually separate themselves from the kiss after several moments, slowly opening their eyes to face one another. Though, it didn't last long when she was the first to break the eye contact-- wiping a bit of her tears that she didn't even realize has fallen.

"My dear, I shall never forget the day I fell in love with you. You deserve all the love and happiness within this world. You worth so much more than you can imagine. Without you, I never would have made it this far."

Clive's hands drew her even closer and eventually came to rest around her waist, holding on to her tighter than before-- refusing to let go of her just yet. (Y/N)'s eyes widen slightly, feeling the warmth emanating from his presence alone. She wants to say something; anything, yet she's tongue-tied at the moment and her mind is jumbled up with countless thoughts.

"You have to leave. You shouldn't be here." The slight tone changes in her causes for Clive to be taken aback. Why would she request something as such...?

"I don't want to separate myself from you. Not now-- never. I love you too much to do such thing." He sincerely admits, stroking the back of her head gently. She wants to push him away from her, but... her heart tells her otherwise. Slowly, she lifted her head up while bringing her hand to his face-- to which he leans into her touch as she caresses it softly.

"Clive… You don't belong here. Not just yet…" The tears are flowing down freely from her eyes at this point. "I'm truly sorry… Please forgive me. I hope you understand."

He brings one of his hands up to hold onto her hand that's on his face. The painful expression that's displayed on his face-- she couldn't bear to look at it any longer. She could feel her heart clenching in sorrow upon the sight in front of her.

It just breaks her small, fragile heart even more.

"We will see each other again someday, hopefully..." (Y/N) manages to murmur, avoiding his stare while shaking a bit.

Clive was about to respond; anything, just to make her stay, yet he went against the idea as he notices his beloved begin to slowly fade away, dissipating into tiny crystal shards that soared upward into the sky.

No matter how desperately he tried to grasp a part of her, he was unable to do it at all. His heart aches terribly at the realization. He feels so powerless... Tears are running down his face, his body trembles slightly. Why can't he do anything to stop and prevent her from going? Everything is happening so fast.

Does he not deserve happiness at all...?

As if he snapped back to reality, Clive could feel on how sticky his gloved hands were-- along with the metallic smell that's present in the air. When his blue eyes fell downwards, however...

It was at that exact moment; he became painfully aware of how his beloved's blood was staining his gloved hands. Her head was rested on the front part of his shoulder, motionless. He choked back his own tears at the sight, before carrying her limp body into his arms gingerly and put her somewhere safer-- next to a large tree, the surroundings are filled with a bit of flowers.

Once he sets himself down near her, Clive instantly buries his face on the crook of her neck; finally releasing a rather loud sob as he held onto her body tightly. He wants to believe that she's still alive somewhere. That she would return to him eventually. Not in the condition as she is right now-- no, he refuses to believe that.

Yet he's painfully aware about the situation right at this moment. He could live in denial as he wishes to, but the painful truth will inevitably catch up onto him.

"Come back, please... Forgive me for everything..." He whispered to her pleadingly, not getting any reply as he had anticipated. Tracing her slight cold, pale face with his hands, he places a light kiss on her forehead.

Clive couldn't take it anymore-- the awfully hurting feeling in his heart, so he screamed as loud as he could. He doesn't care about anything anymore; he just wanted the pain and everything to end. The scream echoes throughout the forest, and into the silence of the night. He tries so hard to control himself while cradling her body close to him; breaking into a sobbing mess after as his body shakes uncontrollably.

He's lost. He's so lost. It's all his fault.

"(Y/N)..." He chokes out her name before his eyes slowly darkening in anger. Though, he remains gentle with her lifeless form as he brushes her hair tenderly; his eyes are now sharply focused forward.

"I will get my revenge, I promise you." Clive vows to her almost quietly, "I will make him pay for everything he has done to you... He dares himself to take you away from me."

He inhales shakily after, not stopping his little actions while kissing her lips lovingly as possible.

"When I get my revenge, will you forgive me then?" Whispering out the words, Clive rests his forehead against her with a small sigh-- moving away a little from her after a few seconds as he averts his gaze towards the moon above. The stars shine so brightly around the moon, creating a beautiful scenery to gaze upon.

She would've loved this... He thought to himself, feeling a tear slipping down past his cheek and onto her hand that's on his lap.

I will avenge you... I swear it on my very own soul.

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[horrorlove14]

Hi! Happy to see more ff16 x reader writers here! I wrote some fanfics for Clive Rosfield x f!reader and my latest fanfic for Barnabas Tharmr x f!reader! Definitely will write other FFXVI characters too! Yes, I'm too obsessed with Clive haha! Hope you have a nice morning/day/night! ☆

Hi there and thank you for liking my Clive Rosfield works. This made my day, thank you.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 102 }

home is calling.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

{ on dreamless nights when i feel blue and lonely, i call out for you- home is calling out my name. }

she was lost in the midst of the chaos.

"my love, where are you?!"

the flames that surround the kingdom that was once her home chokes her, the black smoke lifting up toward the air as it seemed to mar each and every one of her senses. surrounding her was a hellfire blaze that turned all that she loved into ashes.

yet she found herself not caring, for all she wanted to see was him, the one who gave her the utmost strength in the most trying of times. the man who accepted her love, and made her dreams come true the moment it had been requited.

despite how she could feel the flames licking at her skin, the woman pushes forward, uncaring of the wounds she would sustain so long as she could forever remain by his side. for if her beloved was no longer a part of this world-

then she would have nothing to live for.

smoke was quickly filling at her lungs, making the tears dot her vision as it seemed to blind her. it was suffocating, getting so much harder to breathe due to the heat of the flames and the destruction left at its wake.

yet still, she pushes forward.

her cries and aching feet lead her to the great hall, where she was certain her beloved remains as she pushes the door open. as her eyes trail towards the front of the room, hope began to blossom from within, filling at her veins upon seeing his familiar form settled against the throne.

"barnabas!" his name falls from her parted lips, tasting as sweet as a reverent prayer when she comes to him, ready to take him in her arms and away from the wreckage had it not been for the truth that ends up stopping her.

his eyes were lifeless, the once powerful, steel blue gaze lost within the expanse of darkness. he was unseeing, with a trail of blood trickling down from the corner of his open lips, as if he had been crying out to someone just as the dagger was driven straight into his heart. midnight locks of hair appeared like ink when they fell across his ashen face, and her heart was pounding, pumping ice through her very veins when she reaches out to him.

his name falls from her lips once more, this time with an anguished cry. gently, oh so gently, she takes her beloved king within her arms, slumping against the cobblestone floors with him. she holds his lifeless form tightly against her, cradling his head within her chest while crying, holding on to him as the world went up in flames.

it was a cruel world, their people not wishing to give her king even the slightest chance as they made their revolution against him evident. they had destroyed everything she had ever held dear to her, yet, the young queen found herself not caring, for at least she could perish peacefully while embracing him.

she clenches her eyes shut, placing her chapped lips against his temple, kissing him one last time as she murmurs to him, "the world is on fire, but i don't care-as long as we are together..."

the flames had risen now, the ash and fire spreading as she presses her lips against his cold ones, tasting the coppery taste of blood as she said against his lips, "let's perish together, my love."

{ ... }

a startled gasp was ripped from her throat, her heart pounding as she could still feel the pinpricks of agony coursing through her veins. her skin was hot to the touch, becoming damp with a considerable sheen of sweat.

tears were streaming down her face, the pain of losing him becoming so palatable that she couldn't even breathe. as if recalling that it was all just a dream, she looks over to her right to see her husband sleeping peacefully beside her.

his arm was laid across his eyes, and she could see the way his chest rose and fell in tune with his soft breaths. biting down on her bottom lip, she chokes back a sob before landing on top of his form. she could hear the light grunt that escapes from his lips, yet she was too desperate to bask in his mere presence alone to realize how quickly she had awakened him. hiding her face within the curve of his neck, she breathes in the scent of steel and the ocean wafting off of his tan skin, running her lips across it all while saying his name.

"barnabas...barnabas, i-i..."

"what's the matter with you?" his voice was hoarse, becoming a tad bit grumpy from being awakened so suddenly. yet the moment he could feel her salty tears dropping against his skin like rain, his response was immediate.

the king of waloed wraps his arms around her, blue eyes losing its hazy quality due to sleep as he allows the tip of his nose to run against her hair. he calls out to her in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "what happened? why are you crying so much?"

she takes a moment to bask in the way his hands drew gentle circles around her back. his warmth was steadily seeping through her veins, yet still, she made sure to breathe him in. while she was holding barnabas tightly, he lets out a soft grunt of her name, all while adjusting himself so that he was sitting up in bed.

the deep burgundy mantles falls off their forms, and barnabas remains quiet, allowing his wife to run her lips along his skin, tracing against the curve of his neck to his shoulder. he lets out a huff, tracing his nose against the crown of her hair as he waited patiently for his queen to tell him what was bothering her.

barnabas' skin had become damp from the sheer amount of her tears, yet still, he held on to her, never letting her go as he kept whispering comforting phrases to her. after what felt like an eternity of being subjected to her tears, he hears her voice whispering, making him strain his ears to hear her. "i had a nightmare that you had died, that our kingdom was drowned in the flames of a revolution a-and someone had killed y-you w-with a d-dagger through the heart!"

the anguish was evident in her tone, and barnabas listens as she broke down once more. he remains silent, simply tightening his hold on her as he allows his wife to cry on him.

"just seeing your lifeless eyes and ashen skin t-tore me apart! the fact that y-you were no longer with me made my soul ache as i cried for you. i cried so m-much because if you w-were no longer here with me, i would never be able to bask in your embrace, would never to feel like i was home ever a-"

when barnabas had enough of hearing her words of agony, he takes a hold of her chin, deep blue eyes unreadable as he let out a murmur of her name. his eyes were lidded, leaning closer to her as he captures her lips in a searing kiss. he could taste the saltiness of her tears lingering against her skin, and despite how much she was crying, all barnabas could taste was hope and love wafting off of her.

the need for air proved to be too strong when he feels his wife pull away from the kiss first, making him let out a grunt of displeasure when he chases after her lips. he feels the way she whimpers against him, hiccuping as barnabas whispers against her lips, "aye, what a silly woman you are, crying over what happened in a mere dream."

barnabas adjusts his hold on her, allowing her to settle herself against his lap. the tears were still brimming against her eyes, cascading down her dampened cheeks like crystalline tears. he repeats her name again, allowing the pad of his thumb to trace at her bottom lip. "when i was a mere boy, i lost my mother. her absence left a deep wound in my heart and soul, and i felt as though i would never find a place to call home ever again."

her lips begin to tremble again, recalling barnabas' stories pertaining to his mother. how she was a beautiful woman with a kind soul; one who loved him unconditionally. the way barnabas had described her, the queen knew that she was truly his entire universe.

"i was lost without her, willing to do almost anything to see her again. for i truly believed that my mother was the only woman who could ever love me. i was almost going mad with the desire to see her again- but then, i met you."

he frames at her face, looking deeply into his beloved's eyes, the pad of his thumb now stroking at the bottom of her eyes, wiping away at her tears. a tiny smile crosses his features, the sight of it being so beautiful that it was enough to take her very breath away.

"you who fell into my life when i needed you the most." barnabas shakes his head while threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer to him as he presses his lips against hers, tasting her as he begged her to open up for him. she whimpers, practically melting against her beloved as he continued to comfort her with his love and affections.

he pulls away from her once more, steel blue eyes shining with mirth, "your dreams are all false, my love. for i shall never leave your side. you are stuck with me for the rest of our lifetimes. and i swear to you, the only time i will die is when i am in your arms, turning old and grey as thy soul leaves thy form-"

"and even in death, i will still find you. we are still bound, and that is the oath we have taken when we tied our lives together."

the young woman was deeply comforted by his words, surging forward as she wrapped her arms around his neck. barnabas responds with a quiet chuckle, returning her embrace while pressing his lips against her skin, giving them soft, chaste kisses. he allows her to hide her face within his neck for a few more moments before using his strength to pull her away from him.

she gives him a questioning glance, earning a smirk from barnabas when he reaches towards her face, kissing away her tears with a plethora of kisses. audible smooches were heard, and she could feel the faint hairs that border the fringes of his face tickling at her soft skin, making her giggle in response, her melancholic state all but forgotten in an instant.

with her clinging on to barnabas' chest, he pulls away from her, not saying a word. but truly, no words needed to be said, for shining in his gaze was an emotion she was certain was reflected even in her own eyes-

love.

a.n. - don't mind me, i wrote this simply as a reminder that i will always always always love barnabas tharmr 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 105 }

the jealous husband.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; self indulgent; some canon divergence/spoilers for ff16; soft depictions of intimacy; minors don't interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

{ it's always been just him and me together, so i bet all i have on that furrowed brow | and at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together. | me and my husband, we're sticking together. }

in a faraway land surrounded by treacherous seas lay a dark kingdom simply known as waloed, the tale of its founding being passed on throughout all of valisthea as the people came to know of the name barnabas tharmr-

the last king, and the man whom a young queen was proud to call her husband.

the sea breeze was felt against her skin, carrying the scent of the salty waves as the cool air slowly roused her from her slumber. she could feel her brows furrow in response to the cold, reaching out to the spot beside her mattress as her hands blindly searched in desperation for the familiar warmth of her husband.

when her hands met with the cold sheets, the queen's eyes immediately open, her voice coming out as hoarse when she calls out to him.

"barnabas?"

her eyes take in the dim lighting of the room, seeing the candles flickering in response to the ocean winds as it caused a wave of goosebumps to erupt all across her skin. she trails her gaze towards the clerestory windows, seeing the moon and stars at its peak.

"the night has only just begun, and yet still, he isn't here with me."

a shiver courses through her veins, making the woman sit up from their shared bed. her hands twist a bit at her gossamer nightgown, feeling a deep sense of yearning for her husband. for surely, if he will not join her in bed, then she supposes she would just need to come to him instead.

she stretches her arms then, allowing the velvet mantles to slide off of her form as her bare feet meets with the cobblestone floors. a tremble was felt coursing through her as the iciness seemed to spread throughout her body. the candles and lit torches did little to ward off the lingering cold, and she found herself becoming desperate for her husband's touch.

wrapping her arms around her chest to provide at least some protection against the cold, the young queen allows another shiver to run down her spine when she opens the door of her bedchambers, ready to head to waloed's throne room when a silky voice calls out to her.

"and where do you think you're going, your majesty?"

she hears sleipnir calling out her name, making her let out a sigh in response. facing the man with hair the shade of spun silver, she watches him with a tired expression, seeing him bow down to her.

"king barnabas has placed me in front of your bedchamber for good measure, as he is in the midst of a meeting with the dhalmekians. he wants you safe and away from those greedy swines, specifically kupka."

upon hearing sleipnir's orders that were given to him by barnabas, she struggled to bite back her protest. the constant knight was truly the only other person whom barnabas trusted aside from her. he acted not only as barnabas' lord commander and royal advisor, but her guard as well.

it was clear from sleipnir's amused gaze that he had no intention of letting her see her husband, and this made the young woman twist at her hands in anxiety. in order to get past sleipnir, she had to think quick and efficiently.

"but kind sir, i am quite cold while remaining all alone within my bedchambers."

sleipnir's tranquil expression falters for just the briefest of seconds before returning once more. "if you are cold, your highness, then i highly recommend that you don yourself with the velvet mantles. for they were woven by the finest seamstress in all of waloed, of course."

"tis true, but, it is simply not enough. my skin feels cool to the touch, and- i fear that if i am not warmed soon, then i may fall ill."

at last, her words were what made sleipnir break. he was frowning, knowing that the loyalty to his king was trumped by the thought of his queen ever getting sick or falling into harm.

after a few moments spent in deliberation, sleipnir finally lets out a rich chuckle in response. "you are a sly woman, my queen."

she had to hide her grin, knowing that she had won after all when she gives sleipnir a curtsy, ready to head towards the throne room by herself had the constant knight not stop her in her tracks.

"ah, but i believe it is my duty as your knight to escort you myself." his armored hand gently takes a hold of her wrist, walking a few steps in front of her. despite her annoyance, she keeps her mouth shut and allows her knight to take her to barnabas.

the simple walk took only a mere few minutes, but due to how much she wished to see her husband and feel him, it felt like an eternity. sleipnir had simply stood in front of the grand oak doors carved with waloed's insignia, about to knock and announce her arrival when she simply shoved the doors open and went in herself.

the sounds of the doors slamming against the walls echoes throughout the throne room, catching the attention of barnabas and his guest. with her gaze meeting with her husband's, she ignores the other people in the room, her heart being set aflame at the mere sight of him.

barnabas met her eyes, and a part of her was fearful that he may scold her for interrupting; for ignoring sleipnir's orders to remain in bed-

but when she sees the way his lips quirked upwards in a tiny smile, she knew that all was forgiven in that very moment. not saying a word to her, barnabas beckons at her to join him, making the woman let out a happy cry in response.

as her bare feet pads across the floors of the room, she jumps into barnabas' arms, settling herself in his lap whilst letting out a content purr of his name. now within the comfort of her husband's embrace, she allows his warmth to seep into her, burying her face within the curve of his neck.

just as she was breathing in his scent, there was a low whistle heard followed by a chuckle.

"my, king barnabas, tis no wonder you've been hiding your wife away from us."

she could feel her husband stiffen in response to such an offhanded comment, a low growl heard coming from barnabas' chapped lips.

"mind repeating that, kupka?"

her throat had turned dry when she takes a peek at the man settled off to the side, taking note of his large frame. the expanse of his tunic seemed to stretch with his considerable size. his large hands that were settled on the table were decorated with several glittering rings that seemed to weigh heavily with the gaudy gemstones settled at its base. and his gaze- the way he was staring at her was nothing short of predatory.

"your wife is lovely, barnabas. i'm sure she would do well bearing sons."

she clings to barnabas, feeling him rise from his seat as he holds her tightly in his arms. the fury she could feel emanating from barnabas was palatable, so much so that she was fearful for that man's life. "teach this bastard a lesson, sleipnir, you know what to do."

"of course, my liege."

barnabas turns her away from the chaos, hearing sounds of pained grunts as sleipnir forces the dhalmekians out of the room. she was about to turn her gaze around when barnabas stops her, keeping her head still when he suddenly crashes his lips into hers.

the feeling of his chapped lips on hers makes her let out a moan, her hands creeping up against his open tunic as she traces at his scar. "b-barnabas..."

"that damn kupka, i knew he was going to try my patience once he laid his eyes on you." his muscles were still taut, even when he settled back down on his throne. as she met his gaze, she tries to soothe him, massaging away his furrowed brow when she apologizes to him.

"i'm sorry, my love. i should not have left our shared chambers, but...but i felt so cold and needed your warmth."

upon hearing her confession, his expression simmers just the tiniest bit, shutting his eyes as he tries to calm himself by breathing in the scent of her hair. she closes her eyes, feeling the tip of his nose trace against the crown of her hair for a brief moment before another low growl was ripped from his throat.

"that damned kupka, i'll kill him myself. i'll summon my black blade and execute him on the spot-"

her eyes widen in response to his jealous fury, and before he could stand to carry out his murderous intents, she stops him by running a hand down his chest.

"stop, barnabas... there is no need to kill him when you should know that i only love you alone."

her soft touch was enough to force barnabas back down in his seat, with his darling wife facing him. her legs were settled on both sides of his waist, her gaze turning darker as they became dilated with lust for him.

"let sleipnir deal with that horrid man...why don't you stay here and keep me warm instead?"

barnabas' eyes were wild, the steel blue quality of them now hidden when he lets out a rough grunt of her name.

"temptress."

with that single phrase as her only warning, she lets out a gasp when her back meets with the grand marble table, nearly wincing at the impact had it not been for the way barnabas kept his powerful arms around her form.

barnabas keeps his knee pressed over her soaked core, feeling it dampen the cloth that was settled between her legs as she felt her husband putting pressure against it. "gonna make you scream my name as i fill you with seeds from my cock alone- gonna make that swine understand that the only sons you will be bearing is my own and no one else's."

the desperation was clear when barnabas tightly grips her nightgown, tearing it off in a single sweep as she was left completely bare for him in mere seconds. when he sees the cream material that kept her slickness hidden away from him, he lets out a guttural groan. "look at how wet you've become, and i haven't even touched you yet."

"i beg of you, please barnabas! i-i need you!" the ache felt between her legs was almost too much to bear, as she could feel the nectars of her arousal sliding down her leg, completely and utterly ready for him to just take her.

"have patience, love." barnabas' voice had taken on an almost deeper tone, feeling his large, calloused hands feel the weight of her naked breast before giving it a squeeze. the sensation was enough to make her arch against the table, mewling in response to his touches.

he says her name once more before leaning down to capture her perky nipples into his mouth, earning a breathless moan from her. as her hands delved themselves into barnabas' midnight strands of hair, she allows him to worship her. she could feel the way his hot mouth wraps around her breast, his teeth teasing at her sensitive skin as pinpricks of pleasure was felt coursing through her.

"such a good wife you are f'me." barnabas murmurs against her skin, making her whine in response as she clings to her husband. he spends some time teasing her, playing with her breast before smirking darkly at her.

"d'you mind if i have a taste as well?"

by now, she was drunk off of him, uncertain as to what he meant when she weakly meets his gaze. only when his smirk widens and she could feel the way barnabas parts her legs with his hands did she finally understand.

"o-oh..."

"indeed." barnabas continues to spread her legs until her slick flower was seen, eyes honing in hungrily at her center when he allows his middle finger to enter her slickness. his ministrations causes the queen to let out a soft moan, hands clinging to his biceps the more he worked his finger in and out of her center.

"y'smell sweet, love. fuck, y'smell s'fucking sweet." as if drunk on her scent, barnabas gets down on his knees, adjusting her body so that she was settled directly on top of the table. with her sex directly in front of his eyes, barnabas leans in to press his lips against her flower, drinking all of the sweet arousal she had to offer while his fingers worked on pumping in and out of her.

the pleasure he bestowed on her was overwhelming, with her letting out sweet cries of his name, begging him to never stop. through her throes of pleasure, she tells him of her deep love and how she'll do anything for him.

"i-i am yours, barnabas! i'll do anything for you, just please, don't stop, don't stop...!" she was so close to her release, so close she could taste it-

but when she was near paradise's gates, barnabas suddenly pulls away from her, moving his mouth and fingers away from her as she let out a desperate cry of his name.

"NO! PLEASE-"

barnabas then proceeds to cover her mouth with his hand, eyes burning with lust and adoration for her when he unbuckles his belt and shoves his leather pants down with one hand, revealing his aching cock. she only saw it briefly, for a mere few seconds, before she felt barnabas completely sheath himself inside of her silken walls.

only when he was fully inside of her did he finally remove his hand from her mouth. "there...now you can be as loud as you want to, love"

when barnabas finally fulfilled her desires, she followed his commands and let out a loud whine of his name, certain that her voice could be heard echoing throughout the castle. it always felt so good becoming one with him, like they were each other's missing puzzle pieces- like they could never truly be whole without the other.

as barnabas continued his steady pace, thrusting in and out of her, he buries his face within the curve of her neck, letting out soft groans before speeding up. the squelching and obscene sounds of their lovemaking was enough to make her cry out, her nails digging into the skin of his back as they raked down his form.

"the pleasure and pain y'give me, i shall never tire of it." barnabas lets out several heaving breaths in response, taking a hold of her leg before wrapping it around his waist. "you're mine and mine alone, and i'll be damned if i let someone else take you away from me."

with each word he says to her, the more powerful his strokes became, making her softly moan in response. tears of pleasure were dotting her vision as she could feel barnabas aiming for a particular spot inside of her, speeding up his thrusts while his hands squeezes at her breasts.

"come...come f'me. come f'your king now."

that was all the urging she needed when she clenches her eyes shut, crying out to him as barnabas was heard roaring in response to his own release. as her walls clamped around barnabas' cock in a tight grip, she could feel him emptying his seed deep inside of her, painting her walls white as he stilled his hips, making sure that not a drop was spilled.

keeping a tight grip on her body, barnabas continues to thrust weakly back and forth from her core, making sure that he had emptied himself completely before stilling his hips. with a groan, he falls against his beloved wife as they both caught their breath after such an intense session of lovemaking.

when the post lovemaking clarity settled in, the woman lets out a content sigh, allowing her lips to trace at barnabas dampened temple. "my darling king...that was wonderful..."

deciding to be a bit cheeky, she moves her hand to give her king a gentle smack on his bum, earning a grunt from him as she giggles. "perhaps i should make you jealous more often?" she muses while licking the shell of his ear, earning a shiver from her dark king.

but what she wasn't expecting was for him to actually grow inside of her, earning a gasp from her parted lips as barnabas moved away from her. he gives her another smirk as a warning before placing both hands on her waist.

"then i suppose you wouldn't mind me releasing my jealousy on you once more?"

cue a sweet giggle from the young queen as she brushes her lips against his jawline, "by all means do continue, my lord."

a.n. - i had a dream about barnabas a couple of nights ago where i woke up and searched for him. in it, i find him settled on his throne, and he smiles at me, beckoning me to come closer. so i do, and i settle myself on his lap and bury my face within the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of the ocean and steel that wafts off of him.

this was written as a sort of self indulgent continuation of that dream. i love barnabas so much 🥹🌌.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[drabblesandimagines]

Possession

Barnabas Tharmr x fem reader Mentions of injury, possessive behaviour, bad Barney vibes 2,480 words

It had been foolish to ever think you could ever escape Barnabas’ notice when you’d set foot on the battlefield that day. No matter where you’d be in Castle Black – an endless maze of corridors, staircases and chambers – Barnabas or Sleipnir could always find you, even when you weren’t sure exactly where you’d ended up yourself.

As you sliced down another beastman in your wake, saving a soldier’s head in the process, an armoured figure manifested behind you, throwing an arm around your neck and pulling you back into their chest.

“My, my, what do we have here?” Sleipnir’s voice tickled into your ear as you squirmed.

“This isn’t the time, they’re advancing-"

“Ah, ah, ah,” He tsks. “My liege has bid me to remove you from here at once. Come.” You hadn’t tried to hide yourself away in the depths today, instead simply returned to your chambers, changed out of your armour and into one of the many dresses Barnabas had commissioned for you – all in a complementary inky blue and black to match his own threads. You sit down on the edge of your bed, take a steadying breath and await the inevitable summon by the Lord Commander to atone for your disobedience.

You fiddle with the crystal-infused bracelets around your left wrist – one on each, crafted with orichalcum. The only thing that could break them was Odin’s grip. You’d tried to remove them of course - trying to slip them over your hand using all methods of slick – water, soap, oil… and blood, from when you’d tried too hard.

They hurt. A dull, constant ache from being cut off from your ability to manipulate aether - something you’d done for years for the people of your village, with the blessing of Leviathan.

Not that you’d ever primed, though.

Being the Dominant of Leviathan was something Barnabas appeared to deem you unworthy of, but one that you could prove yourself under his tutelage and care. You hadn’t had much choice in the matter – it was come willingly, or come unwillingly and watch your village be razed to the ground. The bracelets come off only under his watchful eye on very rare occasions, and always sealed back on before too long under his heated palms – no trace of the crack that was once there, the seams perfectly melded once more.

Years you’ve been here, studying the religious word, tutored in the blade by Odin himself, and Sleipnir when the king was preoccupied with other duties. You were taken through daily grueling training regimes, before you began to take on opponents from the Waloeder army itself. Never to kill – Barnabas was clear about that – but to test your skill for the day you will face Mythos. But until then, there was never any talk of you being sent out to battle, despite the amount of times the Enherjar had set sail with bloodshed in her sights.

And though the result of your training over the years is clear - your prowess with the blade, your form complimented often by the king - you were still banned from the battlefield, even when the conflict is on the doorstep, the enemy hammering upon the very doors of the keep.

Whispers of Ultima in your ear, your part in his grand plan, yet never allowed to meet.

Benedikta, on the other hand, is often sent out on missions – the latest being to get Hugo Kupka on side by any means. She is not fettered either, using Garuda’s strength at will, even to send strong gusts to try and topple you in the courtyard for her own amusement.

“You, little lamb, are too delicate,” she’d pinch at you with her words, then grasp at your wrist in amusement, squeezing at the bracelet as if to dig it into your skin. “Not to be trusted with your own power, hm?”

She was sent out with her own men – a troop she’d hand-selected to serve by her side. Complimented by Barnabas on her return for her exemplary work, rewarded with a feast, toasted with overflowing cups of wine.

Should you want to be praised by your captor? Was he even truly that anymore? You hadn’t tried to leave once. It seemed pointless. But, after so many years in his company, you’d be a liar to ignore the gnawing ache to be accepted by him.

A cursory knock announces Sleipnir’s arrival. You get to your feet and open the door, stepping out without being prompted or coerced. He bows – mockingly perhaps, but you could never really tell – and nods at your attire in approval before he grabs you by the crook of your elbow in a pincer-type grip. He doesn’t need to tell you that you’ve been summoned.

You walk in silence for a while, his grip remaining firm, until you break the silence, noting you are not heading to the throne room.

“Where are we going?”

“The king has requested your presence in his chambers, my lady.”

That makes your stomach squirm – you’d never been summoned to his chambers before. “Don’t coddle me, Sleipnir, how bad is it?”

He looks over to you and smiles, as if you’d told a joke. “I’d advise holding your tongue, my lady, or I fear you may well lose it.”

“Ah.”

You reach Barnabas’ chambers at the top of Castle Black all too soon and Sleipnir pauses, letting go of your elbow but then his fingers immediately begin to fiddle with your hair. Your braids had loosened from the exertion in the fight - it would be unwise to greet your king unkempt.

“There.” He concludes, happy with his work. “This is where I must leave you. I do so hope to see you again, my lady.” He smirks, holding an arm across his chest as he bows. His final act is to knock once upon the heavy oak doors before he opens them and shoves you inside before you can show any hesitation.

Barnabas Tharmr, Warden of Ash, King of Waloed, Dominant of Odin is sat on his bed, facing the window away from you. From his stance, you can tell he has his legs spread wide as he leans back, his arms propped behind, keeping him upright and his fingers are gripped tightly on the inky blue satin sheets.

The door behind you closes and your heart feels it might beat out of your chest in trepidation.

Barnabas leans forward then, lifting his right hand in the air, snapping his fingers once – the sound echoing around the chamber like a bolt - before pointing down at the floor in front of him and lowering his hand once more.

You walk around the bed then, obediently, and kneel at his feet without looking at him, tucking your legs beneath you, bowing your head down low as if you made to kiss his boots - the way he demands and expects to be greeted.

“You, little one, defied my orders.”

You take this as the moment pertinent to Sleipnir’s advice from before, and remain silent, staring at his legs instead – leather splattered with dirt from the ground and the blood of his enemies. He can’t have been long back. The man is all leathers, belts wrapped around his thighs and waist, some embossed with silver. You wonder how long it takes him to dress in the morning, whether Sleipnir assists.

“I was abundantly clear that you were to remain inside, little one.” He knows that nickname irritates you – it has done for years – it belittles your place in his court, so he delights in using it. He refuses to use your name, or maybe it’s just been so long he’s forgotten. “Yet what do I find? You, on the battlefield, swinging around the very blade that I crafted for you, that I gifted you, that I taught you how to wield, sullied with the blood of beastmen that I bid you stay away from.”

You still hold your tongue.

His hand grips your chin then, tilting your head up to face him with a jerk and your eyes meet his – full of disapproval.

“Speak.”

“I could not sit idle any longer.”

He barks out a laugh as he lets go. “Idle? Whatever do you mean, little one? You have your duties to attend to within the castle.”

“But Benedikta is-”

“You are not her.” He leans down over you now and your eyes are drawn to a dark patch on his shirt – he hadn’t been wearing armour on the field, too cocky. “I will not entertain this foolishness again.”

He moves back slightly and you see the sliced flesh, blood oozing from within.

“You’re hurt.”

“I was distracted.” He growls in annoyance, tugging his shirt to cover the wound from your sight.

“By me?”

He doesn’t reply.

“You need to take care of that.” You press. “You’ll bleed out.”

He smiles, almost as if he’s amused. “And you would care if I did, little one?”

Would you? If Barnabas perished, would that mean you’d be free to return home – or whatever was left of it? Your questions about how your village fared were never answered. Would the bracelets cease to be, or would you spend the rest of your days with them trapped around your wrists?

But there it is again, that gnaw to be accepted, praised, cherished… Barnabas had slowly became your whole world, after all.

“Yes.” You whisper. “I could… I mean, if you’d permit me, I could...”

He snatches your wrist quickly, his fingers pinching around and there is a crack which makes you flinch. You expect pain to follow, that he’s lashed out and broken your wrist for even daring to suggest such a thing – that Odin would need healed of all things – but there is only a clatter as the crystal-infused bracelet hits the stone floor.

The second one follows in quick succession and it’s as if you’ve taken your first breath of air, that hollow ache in your soul finally filled once more as your connection to the aether is restored.

Barnabas presses a tender kiss to the wrist still in his grip and it makes you shiver. “They will go back on as soon as you are finished.” The statement cuts through your euphoria.

“Of course.” You nod. “Could you lie down, please?”

He does rather dramatically, it must be said - falling flat on his back on his bed with his arms spread. You get to your feet and climb up, kneeling besides him and hover your hand above his chest, hesitant.

He smirks. “You may touch your king, little one.”

You tug gently at his shirt, revealing the full severity of the wound at last. It is a nasty, lengthy slice across his chest, blood seeping at pace, but Barnabas doesn’t even seem phased.

“It’ll leave a scar.”

“Good. It will serve as a reminder to us both.”

You flex your fingers, drawing in the aether around you until it manifests into a glimmering liquid in your hands – the healing waters of Leviathan. You smooth it onto his skin and if he feels any pain from your touch he does not flinch. You then press down your palms on top of the injured flesh and will it to heal.

It only takes a moment – the flesh knitting together under your touch, leaving pink, puckered skin, and then all that remains is the slick of blood.

“It’s done.”

He hums a moment, looking wistfully up at the ceiling.

“Mother would kiss it better.”

You feel your cheeks flush. It’s a command, albeit very thinly veiled. You wet your lips with your tongue and lean down, placing a hand back onto his chest to balance yourself and kiss the new scar, softly, blood and all.

As you sit back up, he follows you, catching your chin once more and swipes his thumb across your lips.

“A little red upon your lips is most pleasing, little one.”

He holds your gaze for a moment and you know what it means. You lean over the side of the bed and pick up the bracelets, presenting them to him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing one around your wrist. You don’t know how he does it – perhaps in the same way his beloved sword manifests - but within a second the bracelet is sealed back on. There’s not even a seam from where it was snapped. The second follows quickly and you wince as the connection to the aether is once more is severed – a stolen breath that you’ll never quite catch.

You expect him to dismiss you now, so you hang your head low, awaiting your instructions like the loyal pet you’ve become.

“Tell me - do you truly not know why I forbade you from the battlefield?”

You bite your lip, fists clenching. “I am not worthy of the power of my Eikon, I know, but how am I meant to earn it if I am not permitted to…?” He grabs you by the chin again, tilting your head up and silencing you with a squeeze.

“I have no doubt of your prowess with the blade – I taught you myself, after all.” He boasts, releasing your chin then only to cup your face with calloused fingers. “No, I forbade you because they are not worthy of you. I will not have you mingle with those below your station.”

“My station?”

“You are a gift from the Almighty. I would not be so careless with the treasure our lord has bestowed me. I vowed to keep you safe under my watch until Mythos is ready.”

“But Benedikta can-” You try and back out of his grip but his hands remain firm.

“Ah, little one is jealous,” he grins, amused. “You have nothing to fear. Whilst she occasionally warms my bed, it is you who warms my cold heart. I beg your forgiveness for not making that abundantly clear, but allow me to rectify.”

Before you can question, one arm drops to around your waist, the other to the back of your head and he pulls you forward, crushing his lips to yours. Your hands press up against his chest, ready to push him away.

You should push him away, but you don’t.

You definitely shouldn’t kiss him back, but you do.

You can feel his victorious smirk in his kisses – he has you exactly where he wants you and you don’t mind. It’s nice to be held, to be wanted…

He bites your lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you gasp and he takes advantage to slip his tongue in, running his fingers up and down your spine, making you squirm.

“Do not worry, my lady,” he pulls back, keeping his fingers dug into your scalp, a possessive look in his eyes. “I will make sure you do not sit idle again.”

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Hidden Feelings ☆ FFXVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader ANGST

Summary: You are crying to yourself. You want Clive to be your only lover. Maybe you can be his wife. No.....he didn't say a word to your love confession. His silence kills you and you can't handle it anymore.... You just want to be happy with Clive....

Hi, my friends and mutuals! Decided to write a sad angst fanfic and hope everyone like this! I don't ship Clive and Jill. I see them as just friends or a siblings figure. I'm sorry! Have a nice morning/day/night! ✨️

You feel numb, not wanting to see Clive nor the group anymore. You made a HUGE mistake on telling your romantic feelings to Clive.... You should've known that he wouldn't feel the same....

'I thought....I could tell him.......'

'........'

'He looked surprised....did I made him uncomfortable....?'

'He didn't say anything to me and just walked away......'

'He hates me now.....no......'

You sighs to yourself, tears were forming in your eyes. You wiped your tears with your delicate finger, not letting your friends know that you are being emotional right now. You are with your friends, sitting down from the ground. Waiting for Clive and Cidolfus to start with the fire as it was getting very dark and late. A campfire sound wonderful to you and everyone, however, you don't want to see Clive. You whispered to Jill that you'll be back and just need some alone time. There was a worried frown on her face, asking you if you are alright.

You smiled weakly and nodded at Jill, got up from the ground and started walking away. Ignoring Clive's voice as he calls for your name. The group can't see you with the huge trees getting in the way. Clive didn’t know what to do and looked confused until Cidolfus sighs angrily and starts talking to him.

"Clive! When are you going to stop being a coward and tell her that you love her?!", Cid spoked in annoyance as he shaked his head in disapproval. Jill nodded as she places her hands on her hips, disappointrd at Clive.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CLIVE?! GO AFTER HER AND SAY SORRY OR DO SOMETHING TO CHEER HER UP!", Jill screamed at him, surprising Clive with her loud voice and immediately called Torgal to join him. Running towards the forest as Torgal signaling Clive on where you are. Making sure that he doesn't get injured or anything.

"(Y/N)! Please be safe! I'm going to protect you! Forgive me..."

*Back to you*

'......he hasn't look at me for days.... or even talk to me....'

'I should stop loving him.....'

'......maybe he thinks of me....as a sister....or a friend.....'

You roamed through the forest, not realizing that you could get killed as you continued walking until you see a beautiful river.

"Ah... this is a perfect place to cry....haha...."

You dropped your knees to the ground, your hands on the dirt and tears falling down from your face as you screamed. Hating yourself for being so nice and forgiving Clive. You questioning yourself if you should stay with him and the group or not....

"....I just want him to love me...."

"I don't want to be alone...."

"What should I do?"

"Come with me and you wouldn't suffer again, (Y/N)", a voice that made your whole body shiver in fear as a dark blue armor hand appears in front of your face. Looking up as you gasped, you moved away from that mysterious person and called their name.

"King Barnabas?! What are you doing here?!"

"He's here because we want you to join us, sweetheart~", you recognized that voice..... you glared at Benedikta, using your magic to summon your weapon. Your body is no longer in the ground, ready to attack Barnabas and Benedikta. She sighed as she tries to explain on why they want you. Of course, you are stubborn to listen and clashed your weapon to Beneditka. Not giving a shit on what she is saying to you, even if she has good intentions. Praying to Eikons for Clive and the group to save you.....

'I need to SURVIVE! I AM NOT DYING TONIGHT!', you thought to yourself, still fighting with Benedikta. She is getting annoyed as she was about to use her Garuda abilities until your weapon is clashing with Barnabas' sword. However, he is much stronger than you, sending you to the ground. He looked at Benedikta and ordering her to use Garuda's claws to trap you. You screamed in agony as you felt one of the claws squeezing your body tightly, trying to escape as you looked up in the sky.

"LET ME GO!"

"I'M GOING TO KI-", you didn't finished your sentence as Barnabas grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. Both you and Barnabas glared at each other, then he chuckled as he starts talking to you.

"I want you to be my wife, (Y/N)."

"NO! I WIIL NOT BE YOUR WIFE, BARNABAS!"

"If you don't, then your friends will die. You won't forgive yourself, seeing your dead friend dying in front of you. Am I wrong, (Y/N)?"

"..........", Your eyes widened in despair, imagining Barnabas slashing Clive and the group because of you....

"Marrying me...why....?"

"You're the most beautiful maiden and I have never seen any women like you. Yes, I know you don't believe me and I'll make you fall in love with me."

"I don't care if it will takes years for you to love me. You will be MINE!", Barnabas' voice was too much for you, wanting to puke and be gone.... You didn't say a word to Barnabas, annoyed at his flirting as you wait for Clive and the group to stop them. If it is only Clive, then you have no choice to marry King Barnabas.....

"Your love confession to Clive was so sweet. It is a shame that he doesn't feel the same."

"....how....? Were you there?!"

"Yes. How could he just walked away and didn't say anything to you? Do you honestly think that he will see you a friend after your sweet confession?"

".....I....."

"LET ME TELL YOU WHY? IT'S BECAUSE HE WANTS TO FIND 'THE DOMINANT' THAT HE IS SO OBSESSED TO KILL AND ONLY CARES ABOUT HIS DEAD LITTLE BROTHER!", you closed your eyes as you felt your heart drop, shaking your head rapidly and telling yourself that it is not true.

"Is it hilarious that he feels more comfortable with Jill Warrick? Clive Rosfield, able to use the Eikon Ifrit and Jill Warrick, Dominant of the Eikon Shiva? Fire and Ice? A perfect match. Who knows? They could be kissing at this moment. Perhaps, Clive doesn't want to tell you that he is in love with Jill and is relief that you're not with them.", Barnabas looked back towards Benedikta, signaling her to remove her Garuda's claws from you. You slowly dropped down to the ground, feeling yourself numb again....

"STOP! LIES! Jill.....will never...."

"Oh! You told Jill your feelings for Clive before he started ignoring you for days?! I feel terrible for you. Let me save you, (Y/N).", your empty eyes looked at him as you opened your mouth to say anything, however, you didn't expect to see Clive.... standing in front of you. Shielding you from Barnabas and Benedikta, Torgal leans his adorable head towards yours, rubbing gently as he sees any injuries. Clive looked at you for a few seconds, his voice interrupts your negative thoughts as he asks if you can still fight.

'.......Of course...... Clive wouldn't care about me.....'

'......Maybe King Barnabas is right.......Him and Jill are perfect for each other......'

You shakily use your hand, summoning a healing potion and drinking it as your whole body is no longer weak. Standing up, you didn't bother to look at Clive's confused face. Walking towards Barnabas as you stopped in front of him, you sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I.....will be your wife....Barnabas Tharmr...."

"Excellent. Your precious friends will not die tonight, my sweet (Y/N).", Barnabas smirks, enjoying the rage in Clive's blue eyes. Picking your hand as you felt Barnabas' lips kisses your forehand, pulling you closer to him. You felt disgusting, but you want to save Clive....and everyone.....even if Clive doesn't love you....at least he will be safe and he can focus on his revenge journey....

"We are leaving, Benedikta. Clive Rosfield, she will be safe with me. Don't worry about her and just focus on yourself."

"DIE, BARNABAS!", Clive yelled as he dashed to you and Barnabas, extending his hand. Attempting to get you away from Barnabas and escaping together.

"I would not be a bothersome to you.....Goodbye, my 'friend'....", you smiled weakly at Clive, crying in front of him as you looked at for a second before turning your head. You looked down as you saw black shadows appearing in front of your eyes, it is most likely Barnabas' powers.

"WAIT! (Y/N), I'M SORRY! FORGIVE M-", Clive desperately cries for your name. He has to tell you why he ignored you.....accepting that he IS a coward and wants forgiveness.

Suddenly, you are gone....Clive wasn't able to save you.....not even Torgal could've done anything to prevent this horrible situation......

"FUCK! I'M GOING TO SAVE YOU, MY LOVE! I PROMISE, (Y/N)!", Clive screamed to himself, vowing to find you and convince you to come back to him.....

"Let's go, Torgal....We need to tell Cid and Jill about what happened.....", a tear slipping down from his face as he tries to control his emotions. Walking away from the river and entering the forest. Preparing himself to get lecture by Cidolfus. Clive doesn't care if they hate him or not. He wants you to be safe in his arms, telling you that he loves you so very much. He'll give you anything you want. Clive just want to see your smile again.... seeing your happy face as you teases him. He loves your flirting and literally everything about you. As soon as he sees you again, he will make love to you and ONLY YOU. Finding a blacksmith, paying them to make a special ring for you. Yes, a beautiful wedding ring. He'll be so happy if you do accept him and be his lovely wife.

"Wait for me! I want you to be mine, (Y/N).... I will save you.... even at the cost of my own life!"

The end ❤️‍🔥

[xxladyballadxx]

Worthless

Barnabas Tharmr x reader

ANGST (Heavy drinking and a bit of violence is involved)

He tossed you out of his kingdom because you failed to complete your mission.You’ve angered him by doing this way too many times. Normally he would give you one last chance but ended up giving you a ton. 

Lord Barnabas no longer needed you anymore. He threw you straight out of his life. You were ordered to kill Clive Rosfield and his fellow comrades, things didn’t go well as planned. 

‘But, Master Barnabas, I-’

‘You, (Y/n) (L/n), already disappointed me. Here I thought you were worthy. Seems like I was wrong. Pathetic, weak, worthless little sheep…that’s what you are…’

His harmful words became a poison to you, you kept the hurt inside when he slipped those words out of his toxic mouth while he pointed the tip of his blade underneath your chin towards your neck. Those things Lord Barnabas said, you will never ever forget them for they will haunt you forever.

No longer a loyal follower of Master Barnabas’s, you became a stray and a loner. Just a lost little girl who had nowhere else to go. Your life began to fall apart miserably when Barnabas kicked her out of Waloed. 

 You drowned herself in ale, thinking it would make her forget about Lord Barnabas and even his sad, gloomy kingdom. Often get into fights with drunken men whenever you go to a tavern. 

‘What is the pointing of living when you always feel fucking miserable everyday?’ you wonder, drinking more ale and wine as you laugh in such a depressing way. 

They say drinking makes you forget about everything in the world. Or to help you from a harsh reality. Something like that. Would you be able to forget about Barnabas Tharmr?

Not an easy thing to answer…

By causing a mess and breaking a man’s nose, you got kicked out of the tavern due to your violent, brutal nature. You grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it against the door before you stormed off. 

It began to pour as you slipped into the desolate cave, the weather set you off more into a gloomy mood. A sigh escaped your lips, you felt drained by the rain and were starting to feel cold. You set off to pick up some wood to make a campfire.

You used your little magic to set fire on the woods you grabbed from the forest. As the flames lit up gently, you motioned yourself close to it to get warm, being extra careful not to get burnt.  

As you just sat there depressingly by the fire, you started to recall the things you did with Lord Barnabas. Couldn’t help the fact that he was still in your mind. You tsk yourself in annoyance. 

Somehow…you missed Lord Barnabas praising you for doing well in your tasks. You missed him for embracing you in his arms with him saying sweet nothings to your ears. Lord Barnabas making love to you in bed. The way he touches you and kisses those soft, salted bruised lips of yours. Sadly, those momentous days are over…

You left the cave and headed to a market that sells a bottle of wine and ale. You brought yourself three and returned to the cave. Luckily no one has stolen your spot for tonight. Again, drowning yourself into a pool of alcohol, drinking with no regrets as if there were no tomorrow for you.

You dropped your whole body to the ground and carried on drinking all your faults and sorrows away. Licking the taste of wine across your lips, you began to think if…you were probably better without King Barnabas…

In some way, you feel…free. You never gained this much freedom before.  

Strange…

Perhaps you are better off alone without Lord Barnabas.. 

(A/n) - I have fallen WAY TOO DEEP into that angsty hole but that's okay! who on here doesn't LOVE being emotionally damaged when it comes to angsty fanfics? (இ﹏இ`｡)