#final fantasy 16 fanfic

[ffxiii-et-al]

Night of the Undying

Traveling as a Knight of the Undying and attendant to Joshua Rosfield is an honor beyond words to Jote. Her position comes with hazards that she knows all too well, along with unexpected gifts from the Eikon of Fire. But some gifts are burdens in disguise. Joshua knows this, and soon Jote will too. For better, or for worse, the two will bond over a gift forced upon them, that few mortals in Valisthea can imagine.

“Jote?” Joshua’s voice asked.

“Yes, your grace?” She replied, wiping her face, making sure no tears remained.

“Did you dream of dying?” His eyes were soft.

The directness of the question, made another tear squeeze out of her eye, she avoided his gaze, Joshua dropped his too.

“How did you guess?” she asked, deflecting back to him.

He smiled, though his face was devoid of any joy.

“Because the cruelty of the Phoenix is that you will live through things that others will never know of. Things that no person should carry in their heart or their memory. To know what it feels like to die…to be killed by another.”

Pre-timeskip Joshua and Jote, when they're both a little younger and a bit more naïve.

(TLDR: trauma bonding and looking for a friend)

[11queensupreme11]

WHY ARE ALL THE MEN IN THIS GAME SO FUCKING FINE????????

[artofshiroginko]

Awkward

based on this fic

[junie-junette]

"Oh, Starlight". Quiiiiick sketch of my babiiiiies of the moment aka Cid and Clive from ff16 (Yep. I'm still not over it ok ? And I'll probably won't be soon). This quick sketch came to me after reading the very good fic of @/KaedeRavensdale (on twitter) "Holding Fire, Clutching Flame" (take care, spoilers in the resume !)

I'm so thankful to all the all the writers here giving me my dose of Cid and Clive, you can't even imagine !

[flowersbane]

a scenario with a baker!reader gifting Joshua a little cake… which he happily eats (it’s carrot cake and he has no clue lol)

Idk but I wanted to share my silly little thought because I enjoyed your writing :’3

pls, this idea is so freaking cute!!! i'm so glad i finally got to write it, thank you so much for your request and patience, i hope you enjoy

(=´∀｀)人(´∀｀=)

The Trojan Cake

Joshua Rosfield x Reader

I might write another, shorter version of this where the reader bakes him a carrot cake without knowing about his carrot aversion, but, idk, let me know if anyone wants to see that. It would have to be a bit further in the future because I have some other things I'm working on that you can learn about here.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: Baker!Reader, Finally Getting Joshua To Eat Some Gosh Darn Vegetables, Fluff, Teasing, Unedited, Lots Of Appearances From Other Characters, Fun, Cutesy, Joshua Is Just A Big Golden Retriever

A new shipment of baking supplies was due to arrive today. You sway on your feet as you wait. Water laps at the wood beneath you, but you pay it no mind. Cursebreakers and laborers work on moving boxes off the ship and onto the Hideaway’s Pier.

“Carrots? Again?” Gav’s voice sounds from nearby. “And what are we supposed to do with all of these? We still haven’t gotten through the last shipment of them. There’s only so much carrot bisque a man can stomach. Soon enough, half the Hideaway’ll have orange hair and orange skin.”

Otto sighs. “Food’s food, Gav. We’ll find some use for them.”

Gav’s disgruntled expression doesn’t fade. “Unbelievable.”

Your attention is caught by someone calling your name. Mid waves you over from the ship’s deck. “You’ve got to come and see this! You’ll be grinning from ear to ear when you see how much stuff they’ve sent for you!”

You’re already grinning from ear to ear by the time you reach her side. Crates of flour, sugar, and yeast are tied down to the deck with sturdy rope. “And this is all for me?” you ask.

“You’re the one best suited for it,” Mid points out. “Now, I don’t mean to rush you but I’m pretty sure everyone at the Hideaway can already smell all the fresh baked sweets!”

“Oh, certainly,” Cole agrees as he and a handful of other Cursebreakers approach. “We’ll get these supplies to the Ale Hall,” he assures you.

“What are you going to make?” asks Mid.

You miss a beat before answering, “it’s a surprise.” In truth, you have no idea. You know the people of the Hideaway would be happy with anything you baked, but you didn’t want to fall into a boring routine. You wanted to try something new, even if you didn’t need to.

Mid only makes an excited sound from behind sealed lips. “The suspense is killing me!”

You laugh, but you know how she feels. The frustration of not knowing what you’ll bake weighs on you as well. “Well, best get to it.”

You descend from the boat and make your way back up to the main floor of the Hideaway. There are plenty of boxes that still need to be moved, so the lift is somewhat crowded. You wait for a path to be cleared before darting out.

“Have you tried chopping them up and hiding them in a stew?” Tarja’s voice catches your ear. She and Jote are crossing the Boarding Deck, clearly on their way to the Infirmary.

“If he sees them, he’ll claim he’s not hungry and refuse to eat,” Jote replies. “Not to mention, I can’t say I feel very comfortable trying to deceive His Grace.”

“They’re just carrots, Jote. I’m sure your decree says nothing against ensuring the Phoenix eats well.”

“If it were up to His Grace, I’m sure there would be.”

You continue your way into the main hall. It’s not uncommon to hear Tarja complaining about Joshua’s bad habits. You suppose this time it’s his aversion to vegetables. Especially carrots. Unfortunate, given that seems to be what the Hideaway has most of these days.

You’re halfway across the Main Deck when someone else calls your name, their voice sounding from your left. Speak of the devil. Joshua approaches with an easy skip to his step. The smile on his face tells you that he’s heard about your new arrival of supplies, but not that of the carrots’ reinforcements. Well, he might’ve and is simply choosing to ignore it. In fact, that is more likely to be the reality of things.

“I heard about the shipment of goods. Will you get to baking soon?”

If he were a dog, his tail would be wagging uncontrollably despite his cool disposition. You nod, your own smile creeping onto your face as an idea begins to form. “And you’ll be the first to get a taste.”

“Really? I will?”

You nod again. He’s always terribly eager to sample your new recipes.

He’ll have no idea. “Ah, my love, you’re brilliant.” He places a hand on either side of your head and plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll look forward to it.”

“You should.” You certainly are.

As he disappears on to the Boarding Deck, you dart over to the bar. 

“Psst. Cole.” You wave the cursebreaker over.

“What is it?”

“Could you acquire me a crate of those carrots that just arrived? I have plans for them. Oh, but don’t let Joshua know. Keep this between us.”

He gives you a curious look, but does as you ask without question. You ask another of the cursebreakers to keep Joshua distracted for the time being. Your plans would be ruined if he were to walk in midway through.

“What, exactly, are you planning?” someone asks from behind you.

Jill runs her finger over the wooden boxes on the counter. You can’t help the little, proud gleam in your eye. “I’m going to get Joshua to eat carrots and like them,” you declare.

“Oh?”

“A carrot cake! He won’t even know they’re there.”

“I’m not sure if eating carrots in a cake counts as Joshua getting a proper intake of vegetables,” she points out.

You shrug. “Gotta start somewhere.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“Lots.” 

You, Jill, and a handful of other helpers get to work immediately. With no time to waste, the work is made lighter with more hands to share in its labor. The only thing you can’t speed up is the time of actual baking.

“Do you truly believe this will work?” Jill asks.

“I do. Although, it would be a little funny if he could tell anyway. Like some sort of carrot-sniffing bloodhound. A carrot-hound.”

“Who’s a carrot-hound?” Clive stops at Jill’s side.

“Depending on the results of this experiment, Joshua.”

Clive gives you an almost pained look. “Please do not tell me you’re planning on experimenting on my brother.”

“I promise it won’t become a regular occurrence. Probably. Most likely.”

Clive only sighs and shakes his head.

The cakes finish baking and the air is filled with the scent of freshly baked sweets. You and your assistants–now including Clive–are just finishing spreading the frosting when Joshua arrives, eyes alight with excitement. He says your name with a boyish eagerness that makes your heart squeeze. He truly has no idea. “I hope no one has prevented you from keeping your promise to me.”

You do your best not to roll your eyes. He can still be so childish at times, despite himself. “No, of course not. In fact, you’re just on time. I was about to cut the first slice.”

He smiles. “Excellent.”

He doesn’t even seem to notice how everyone pauses to watch as he takes the first bite. He closes his eyes to savor it. You press your lips together to keep your mischief from showing. “This is delicious, my love, as always.” Your heart soars. You’ve done it. And he’s none the wiser.

You exchange a knowing glance with Jill and Clive. Jill looks mildly impressed while Clive simply seems to be marveling at his brother’s obliviousness. “Alright, everyone,” you announce, “you’re all free to dig in!”

- 

Gav arrives about a half an hour after everyone has already begun eating. He and Otto approach, standing on the other side of Clive, who has taken a seat at the bar beside Joshua.

Gav takes note of the remaining cakes. “Ooo, carrot cake, one of Otto’s favorites.”

You, Clive, and Jill freeze, eyes darting to Joshua. You practically see the life drain from his face. He turns a betrayed expression on you, like a pup who’s found his medicine at the center of his treat. By now, he’s already finished two large slices and is halfway through his third. You can’t help, you begin your apologies but the laughter in your voice steals any sincerity from them.

He practically whines your name, saying, “how could you?”

“But you liked it, didn’t you? Before you knew what it was?”

You can practically see his invisible tail and ears drooping. You’ve never seen him look so unlike the Phoenix before. It only makes you giggle more.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know how I’ll recover from this.”

“Alright, my love, no need to be so overdramatic.”

He pouts. He actually pouts. “You’ll have to find a way to make this up to me.”

“Up to you? I did all of this for you.”

“You did all of this for yourself. I hope you’ve had your fun.”

You lean over the counter, smug as one could be. “Oh, I have.”

“Mhm.” He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your lips. You can still taste the frosting. “You better have. Otherwise, I will have eaten this for nothing.”

“You would have, at the very least, learned that you can stomach carrots. Isn’t that something?”

He laughs. “No, absolutely not. Just promise you won’t do something like this again.”

“I promise,” you draw out the word, “that it won’t become a regular occurrence.”

He rolls his eyes, but a smile toys at the corners of his mouth. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”

“Something really good, I imagine.”

His smile grows. “Must have been.”

[qvrcll]

no smooth roads for us

Summary: Clive tries to keep his strength at bay. You admonish him for it. Warnings: explicit content / NSFW, rough sex, female reader anatomy, use of the word ‘minx’, dirty talk. A/N: My first time writing for Clive! This was a journey. I want to keep writing for him — reblog’s / comments are always appreciated! :)

You discover quickly that Clive fucks you like he fights.

It starts with the gentlest of kisses, searing hot like a burn from the sun itself. Shy, but he doesn’t mean for it to be. He remedies that by driving you against him till there is no space to give, only his chest that beats with some gratifying noise when you’re bare and naked for him to witness every inch of it.

You don’t tell him, but you like it when you holds you close and fucks you rough. His fingers, calloused with the fatal semblance of war, prove your excitement as they prod and grope at your skin experimentally. He’d fucked you rough once before and refrained from it again — a fear of breaking you, he thinks. He plays it soft now.

When you moan, shudder against the splay of his fingers against the share of your muscle, the pebbled crest of your nipples, he leads his fingers further. Deeper. He tries to ignore the burning heat curdling at his hip, for you, but the intrusion against your thigh is so hard to miss.

Clive — please, touch me, comes your plea.

The madness in your voice makes the blood rush to his cock. It ruins him, makes him want to consume you whole right here, from the heat of his lap. He fights it, though, still, and his jaw bulges from the effort of it.

He begins again, tries to create and follow a slower acclivity. Maybe he could finger you, eat you out, pleasure you delicately beneath the weight of his hot, heavy fingers.

There — there you go, my love.

He splits you open deliciously slow and his remaining fingers swim against the wetness collecting on your clit. There’s a familiar rhythm amped by the joint effort of his fingers on and in your cunt but you want more of something different. A fuck thoroughly rough that you know he can manage.

It’s you who wrenches his hand from your cunt with a disappointing pop — he thinks he’s upset you in some shape or form, that he’s pleasured you too dully or too hard, but soon comes to learn that you’re acting like brat.

Come, now, my love — don’t be like that, he warns. His voice is addictively firm and set, which in turn fuels your need for more. You attempt to wiggle out his grip, piss him off further, but the flux presses against his throbbing, oozing cock, which has already spilt some of its seed against his stomach with the wait.

Don’t — his resolves works no more. His voice is more shout than reason, as he delivers your arms with a bruising feeling from the steely grip they have on them. He’s lost his patience, and his mind, pushing you into the ground with none of the prior promise of tenuity. You’ve angered him, gotten what you want finally.

Is this what you wanted, you minx? Are you happy?

He drives your ass into the floor, kneads it within the roughness of his palm like dough. On regular days, he would work you open till you were gushing and open to a guaranteed degree. Now, he primes his intrusion of your cunt with an animalistic growl, his cock pushing in till you’ve had your fill.

Rough enough?

He mocks you. Gives you no room to recover. Batters your cunt again and again with the rough slap of his hips. He grins wickedly when you cry hot, fat tears and goes to mock you once more.

Why are you crying? Isn’t this what you wanted? Could’ve sat still while I worked you open but you wanted it rough — I’m giving you rough.

You’d never thought it would be this good, this illusive. He flips you till your back faces him, and ploughs into you like none before, delivers messy and violent shocks across your body. There’s barely any touch to his ministrations, just push, as he drives your head against the floor — in the name of take it, take it, I know you can take it.

He suffocates your senses — you clamp harshly against his cock with a loud cry, unsure of your bearings. Your body spasms underneath the weight of his and when he finished with his business, taken his fill as he shatters inside you, he’s quick to smother the quickness of this violence.

I’m — I’m sorry — are you hurt? I got ahead of myself — I’m sorry, my love.

You hush him with shaking hands, and as much as your fingers reject motion, you cradle his cheeks in your palm. The reflective heat from them comforts Clive, leaves him with the blatant truth that this is what you had wanted — and now that you had it, you weren’t in it to stop.

There’s a strange curl to his lips, with the knowledge that comes to him softly in the after-burn.

He liked playing rough.

© 2023 qvrcll. Do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[kuromikuma]

Rekindle | Joshua Rosfield x reader

(Rewritten version)

I want to do another longer part but I always have trouble with it so this seems very incomplete

"There's someone I think you would like to see." Joshua's brows furrowed in confusion at his brother's words.

The infirmary room door opens again, and a familiar girl walks in. "Y/n?" Joshua stands and the girl walks quickly to him and into his arms for a hug. He stands still for a moment in shock before he wraps his arms around her. While traveling with Jote he has thought a lot about what had happened to Y/n, where would she be.

Y/n pulls away and Joshua takes the time to study her. She has the same dark hair except it reaches past her waist now. The same golden eyes that would look so bright when they played outside together as children. She's of course taller compared to her nine-year-old self back then, she reaches up to his chin.

Y/n keeps her arms around his neck and plays with the tips of his blond hair. She smiles, "Your hair has gotten longer."

Joshua returns her smile equally as excited about seeing her again after so long, "My hair, look at yours," he runs his fingers through the ends of her hair, "It used to reach your shoulders." Clive and Jill stand at the door watching them interact after so many years.

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

I'm putting this into writing so i can't go back on it later.

No matter what happens, no matter how bad I feel, I will not let anything I write end badly.

I don't care how dark it gets for me, or how cathartic it feels in that moment, I will not let myself give into it like that. Because I will never let the characters I write for just roll over and take the punches.

if writing is about projecting then I'm projecting my rage.

[r-yui]

English Terence profile: He rose through dragoon's rank. He's Dion's lover.

German: He rose through the ranks of the dragoons thanks to his dedication and talent. Through their constant closeness, an intimate romantic relationship eventually developed between them.

[mothonice0]

I have way too many TereDion, Jotua, BeneCid and Warfield fic brainrots AU eating at me right now, so salty I can’t write them all 😭 😭

[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

❥︎ - ; ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ; ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴏʀᴛᴀ ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ.

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ! ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,, („• ᴗ •„) 🧡🧡

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

The past few days have been filled with countless raindrops from above, making the sensation a lot colder-- several people even wishing for it to stop at some points. The rather thick blanket is being clutched tightly by her as she tries her best to keep herself warm within the confines of the current hideout she was in.

It was so cold that she couldn't bring herself to sleep just yet. Instead, her eyes stared out at the slightly open window and onto the view of the rain; her expression is one filled with serenity and wonder at the very moment.

The sound of the door being opened can be heard just from a distance, though she remained preoccupied with her own thoughts and the rain itself.

With several quiet yet careful footsteps, the charming blonde-haired male approaches the young lady; kneeling beside her after.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Joshua begins to ask upon noticing her focus is solely towards the rain outside, which resulted in her being startled slightly once she heard someone speak to her.

"You scared me!" She places her hand over her heart as she instantly shifts her gaze from the rain and towards him. "-- and I didn't notice you entering, sorry!" The lady begins to slowly regain her composure as Joshua merely chuckles at her reaction.

"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you." He apologizes, wrapping his arms around her form tenderly-- pulling her into an embrace. "The rain has been going on all day today."

She nods in agreement, leaning onto his touch and to feel the natural warmth radiating from his form alone. "Truly, it's been quite cold. I suppose the weather has been gloomy these past few days." She jokes lightly, which earned a soft amused grin from Joshua; his hand found its way to caress her soft hair.

"Is there anything you need, perhaps?" He questions while placing a small kiss upon her forehead, which caused her to giggle happily and shook her head.

"Mm no, really!" She answered simply, resting her face on the crook of his neck comfortably as he started the fire nearby; but not too near, using his magic. Their surroundings feel a bit less cold by now.

"You're so warm.. I could stay like this forever."

The blonde-haired male simply smiled sweetly at her words, placing his hand tenderly onto her cheek, wiping a bit of visible dirt off. The young lady's face reddened a little upon his actions, feeling affection and warmth radiating off from him.

"You deserve a better life than this." Joshua begins to say, gazing into her eyes with a warm expression-- beautiful blue eyes consist of a lot of untold emotions. "You deserve to sleep on a more comfortable bed, and even have the finest foods for your daily fill." 

She received another kiss atop of her head; snuggling against him even more.

"But I don't wish to experience it alone myself, Joshua.." The lady spoke in an almost quiet manner, soft even, as if she's taking care and cautious with her own words. "I wanted to experience it with you. Someday, we will get what we've wished for; I'm sure of it."

Joshua feels so happy upon hearing the words escaping from her lips at this moment between them. His heart feels light, as if all of his burdened thoughts have washed away almost instantly.

"Of course, I wished for the same thing as well, actually." He touches her face gently, affectionately. "I will fight for you, until I feel as if the sun has shine down upon us again."

"Until there's no more reason to hide; no need to endure long cold nights, and even pain. You deserve none of those, truly."

Perhaps his words have hit a little too hard upon her heart, because she could feel her own eyes getting teary from his statement. It didn't go unnoticed, of course, as he tried to brush away the tears that managed to escape her eyes with such tenderness.

"You're too sweet for me, Joshua.. But in truth, I was quite scared of our unforeseeable future." Her admission made him fall into realization upon her true emotions right at this moment. But nonetheless, he tries his best to appear calm and composed; trying to reassure her without any hint of hesitation.

"And it's completely alright if you feel scared. We've been through a lot lately, but I'll be right here. I'm never going to leave you."

His words are sincere and truthful. "I believe in you-- we will make it through this."

Joshua's expression changes yet again into one of pure concern as she stayed silent after he spoke. But his emotions just escalate further once he notices how her eyes are glistening with some hint of tears present within them even more; thus pulling her closer, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"Oh, my dear (Y/N).. Don't you worry." He exhales out his breath almost quietly. "Everything's going to be alright." 

Though not giving any sort of response still, the lady nodded in understanding while sniffling slightly-- leaning onto him for more needed comfort. He held onto her hands, warming them up with his own.

"Do me a favor, please-- can you look at me?"

Not once he was angered by her actions, but rather filled with genuine concern and complete devotion that he held towards her alone.

So she obeyed his gentle commands, lifting her head and gaze into his deep blue eyes. He begins to take this opportunity to put the gorgeously designed flower crown atop of her head gently-- one that he has created using his magic before then. 

Perhaps, it is to show as a small gesture of reassurance and gratitude towards her; that he truly cared for her wellbeing, or just wanted to give her some sort of gift for now.

Joshua truly looked so proud and satisfied with his little gift, looking down and into her eyes with a delightful grin. "Now, look at you! You look so adorable like this."

All the while, her eyes aren't leaving his own even for a second, as if she's merely admiring with whatever he's been doing.

His grin truly looks all too adorable to her; even more so, pleased with his own creation. The lady then grabs ahold of the flower crown from her head, releasing a giggle upon his sweet actions.

"This is very beautiful, indeed!" She exclaims joyfully, her smile mirroring his own. "But-" She then places the flower crown on top of his head instead.

"-- look at you, gosh! The flower crown suits you more!" She teases while laughing, but Joshua pays no mind as much to her own actions; simply finding her even more endearing and feeling as though nothing else matters at this moment.

Just the two of them alone.

A thought even crosses his mind-- perhaps, she could be a fallen angel being sent down to him from the heavens above? By the stars, Joshua finds himself hardly able to avert his gaze away from the mere sight of her.

And so, without thinking, he pulls her closer once more, causing a surprised gasp to escape from her lips as he puts the flower crown back atop of her head gently with a soft look. The lady could sense the heat beginning to rise upon her face when she felt his arm around her waist-- the other hand made its way to cup her cheek. 

The rain outside begins to show signs of stopping, but neither of them paid much attention to it.

"May I kiss you?" The sudden request caught her off guard, stumbling upon her own words as she became very flustered.

"Y-You may.."

Once he receives the answer that he had been secretly seeking for, Joshua tenderly captures her lips with his own. Their lips molded against each other so perfectly; so fitting. She moves her arms around his neck as she finds herself losing into the kiss, while his arms are encircled around her waist at this moment.

The kiss overall feels quite chaste; no other unwanted desire can be felt within it. It's simply a pure, affectionate reminder that the two love each other very, very much so. And he had to start it first.

They slowly parted from each other a few seconds later; their expressions appeared to be bashful, eyes not leaving one another. The two took their precious time to admire every single detail off from each other's face up that close.

"I love you, (Y/N). After all of this is over..." Joshua begins to say, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently. 

"Let's build our own life, shall we? A safe, comforting place just for the two of us. I'll keep you safe no matter what, always remember that." He vows, before resting his forehead against hers. 

"But of course; we need to find my brother first. I'm sure you're aware that you'll be accompanying me in doing so."

"For sure."

His darling merely nods, clearly agreeing as the two shared a laugh towards each other, trying to lighten up the mood even further.

"Thank you, Joshua, for everything.." She couldn't contain herself from smiling contentedly at his promise, closing her eyes momentarily, as if wanting to relish within the moment as she speaks.

"I shall never leave your side as well. I'd be very glad and love to build a life together with you.. Honestly, it's a dream of mine, so I'm glad that it was with you."

She holds onto him as close as she could, to which he returns her tender actions with a relaxed smile plastered on his face.

"And I love you too, Joshua. Always."

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[randomguyno3462]

Final chapter is online!

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'The Phoenix can mend flesh, but the spirit must recover on its own.'

But how does a spirit recover from being dead? What if it does, but there is something left behind?

Joshua wakes after dying at Origin, bereft of any memories of his former life. He wakes to a brother overjoyed to see him alive, to people who care deeply about him but are strangers to his eyes. Unwilling to see them suffer another loss, he tries to piece together who he had been. But how long can he pretend, when it feels like he is wearing a dead man's skin?

[cloudxxiia]

"And what if this was never about me, because that was how I'd wanted it to be?"

starting Small with a meet me in the pouring rain chapter 5 visualizer, for UndyingFlame week Day 1 — with the prompt (new) beginnings!

meet me in the pouring rain is a 5-chapter, 22.6k-word pre-timeskip undyingflame fic by yours truly! it explores joshua and jote's relationship through joshua's eyes, inspired by taylor swift's sparks fly. 🥰✨

[ffxiii-et-al]

My contribution to Phoenixflare week!

A wild take of Joshua Rosfield and Dion Lesage abducted after the Remembrance Ceremony. I always wanted to know what would've made Joshua trust Dion like he does in the game. I figured it would have to be big!

A far fetched little AU but I make no apologies! If you want a wild little adventure with these two as children, buckle up!

Released on the "Free Day" of Phoenix flare week in 2024. Not my most common ship but I LOVE them together! Not tagged as romantic on AO3 because they're nine and still believe in cooties!

[junie-junette]

"Home" Gift exchange with Cinder in the Firestorm's discord. Inspired by her beautiful fic "To The Man I Knew Before" and more exactly by the sequel of it ! I decided to let Cid enjoys a soft and calm morning, just admiring his family peacefully sleeping... I hope you'll like it ! And if you don't know the fic, please, read it cause it's wonderful. I don't think I'll be able to draw something more until the 31th. So I already wish you a beautiful and happy New Year ! Thanks for sticking with me and supporting me here or somewhere else ! I hope we'll see each others again next year ! Take care of you and your beloved ones !

[flowersbane]

Blushing All the Way Home

Clive Rosfield x Reader

You’re stuck entertaining guests at your father’s event. It’s miserable and bland, but that’s when you meet Clive.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Young Clive Rosfield, One Shot, Ballroom Dancing, First Meetings, Nothing Goes Wrong AU, Unedited

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The lights are blinding. The chatter is headache inducing. For months, you have been forced to entertain guests on your father’s behalf. Your mother has told you time and time again to find a husband, but you’re wholly uninterested in all the suitors that glance your way. They’re too old or too rude or too interested for all the wrong reasons. Your fingers rest around the neck of a champagne glass. If your parents saw, they would scold you. Too young to drink but not too young to sell your life away. You toss your head back as you finish another glass. Damn them and damn this party.

You push off of the table you’d been leaning on. The floor felt like it was tilting beneath your feet. Oh. It is. Because you’re falling. You realize it slowly. You brace yourself for pain that never comes. Instead, a pair of hands catch you mid-fall. You open your eyes one at a time.

The face your gaze lands on belongs to a boy around your age. His dark hair is styled mostly away from his face, save for a swoop of bangs that fall over the right side of his forehead. “Apologies, my lady, although I dare say you’d be far less happy had I allowed you to fall.” He gently restores you to your upright position. “Clive Rosfield,” he introduces himself. “First son of Lord Elwin Rosfield of Rosaria.”

Your momentary enchantment with his face causes your response to take a heartbeat too long to sound. You introduce yourself. He tries out your name, rolling it around his tongue like a cherry. “A lovely name,” he concludes.

“The Rosfields have never attended one of my father’s events before,” you blurt out. “Why are you here now?”

Clive’s expression turns to one of barely concealed amusement. “My father and your father are nearing the end of a negotiation. Should it work out, a new trade route will be established between our two capitals.”

“So you’re here to butter him up?”

He chuckles. The sound makes your heartbeat flutter. “I suppose, if we’re not beating around the bush, yes. We’re here to… butter him up.”

He speaks the expression as though he has never spoken it before. You smile at that thought. A proper lordling, he is. If your suitors were more like him, you most definitely would’ve found a husband already.

“Well, good luck with that. Not that you’ll need it. My father’s a downright sucker for flattery.”

Clive’s eyes widen. “Sucker?”

“Yeah, it’s like…” You trail off. Perhaps sneaking off and pretending to be of common blood has dulled your high class vernacular. Good Greagor, it’s your mother’s worst nightmare. A slow smile spreads across your lips. “He’ll like you, Lord Rosfield.”

The music picks up. You intend to continue your way out of the celebration hall when Clive catches your wrist. “Forgive my boldness, my lady.” He releases you, although his hold was never very firm. “It was just that… I was hoping you might dance with me.”

When was the last time you danced with someone? Probably back when you were small enough to be dragged onto the dance floor.

The music from the orchestra has never sounded so good. “It would be my honor,” you declare, extending your arm to him, “Lord Rosfield.”

“Clive,” he corrects. “Please, call me Clive.”

“Clive.” This time, it’s your turn to try his name out. “A lovely name,” you tease.

“I’m glad you think so, my lady.”

“If you’re going to insist that I call you by your first name, you’re going to have to also address me by mine.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

You try to give him an annoyed look, but the corners of your mouth traitorously portray your amusement.

He guides you to the dance floor. One of his hands holds yours while the other rests on your waist. You may not have danced in a few years, but the movement comes naturally. It’s a rather difficult thing to forget. Especially if you’ve had it ingrained in your memory since childhood. Clive is a gentle lead. He guides your movements with the precision of an arrow and the strength of a warm, summer wind.

“You seem well-practiced,” you comment.

“At least that makes one of us.”

Your mouth falls ajar at his open teasing, but you also can’t help the small spark of excitement that comes from the banter. “Lord Rosfield, are you insinuating that my dancing skills are lacking?”

“I would never, my lady.”

“Well, good. After all, weren’t you meant to be buttering me up?”

“Your father, my lady.”

“Oh, right. I suppose my approval is nothing compared to my father’s.”

Clive chuckles. “I wish it were your favor I was after over your father’s. Something tells me that expedition would be far more enjoyable.”

Your heartbeat flutters. Was Proper Lord Rosfield flirting? “Well, there’s likely some benefit to having my favor.”

“Then perhaps I should try harder to win it.”

You try to keep your smile from becoming too wide as warmth creeps into your cheeks. “I look forward to it.”

He remains by your side for the rest of the evening. You catch a few envious glances hurled his way from scorned suitors or would-be-suitors, but he pays them no mind. That, or he genuinely does not notice them. Somehow, that possibility makes you like him even more.

The lights are dazzling. The chatter has fallen into the background. The night is still young when you hear the shrill voice of your mother calling your name.

You look over your shoulder. She beckons you to her side.

“It seems that duty calls,” Clive comments.

“Yes, someone ought to put a stop to that.” You grit your teeth, but know you can’t leave your mother waiting for too long. You turn your regretful expression his way. “I’m sorry, Clive. I have to see what she wants.”

On queue, your mother calls for you again. You resist the urge to shoot her a glare, but only because you want to keep your eyes on Clive for as long as possible. “It seems your mother is not one to be kept waiting,” he comments.

“No,” you sigh, “she is not.”

Clive takes your hand and raises it to his lips. “You made my time here all the better, my lady.”

You roll your eyes, even as your heart threatens to burst from your chest. “Will you ever call me by name?”

“What can I say, I’m a sucker for the rules.”

“That’s not-”

Another demanding call from your mother cuts you off. You exhale an annoyed breath. Clive allows your hand to slip from his. “Will I see you again?” he asks.

“Once I sort out whatever issues my mother is having, I will gladly return.”

“Then I shall wait with great anticipation.”

You smile. Your mother calls you again.

With a final glance in Clive’s direction, you make your way to your mother’s side.

“What is it?” you demand.

“I should only have to call you once.”

“I was busy.”

“I noticed.”

Your hands curl into fists at your side. “Why did you call me over, mother?”

“Because you’re leaving.”

“What? It’s not even midnight-”

“Your sisters are tired and need to be tucked in. You should be glad, you’re off the hook for the rest of the night.”

Under normal circumstances, you would be glad. But tonight…

“Why can’t you do it? They’re your children.”

“And they’re your sisters.”

“Mother-”

“Enough. I will not suffer you to argue with me.”

Your jaw tightens, but you know you can’t make a scene here. With her usual, dismissive manner, your mother shoos you away.

You look to the crowds as you depart. Just as you reach the door, you spot him. And he spots you. You want to mouth your apologizes, but the smile that breaks out over his face at the sight of you steals the wordless words from your mouth. Your feet don’t get the message that you wish to stay. The doorframe cuts him from your vision, but your heart doesn’t get the message that he’s gone. It spins and twirls and dances the whole way home.