#joshua rosfield fanfic

[kuromikuma]

Rekindle (rewritten)

Joshua Rosfield x female reader | reunited with his betrothed.

TW: none

wc-491

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Still trying to sort out the gyomei fic but I rewrote my first ff16 fic

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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

  "Someone I'd like to see?" he repeated, a perplexed expression crossing his face. He looked at his brother, his mind racing with the possibilities.

With that, Clive turned and left the room, leaving Joshua alone with his thoughts. He wondered who it could be that his brother thought he would like to see. A friend? A family member? The possibilities swirled through his mind, but he couldn't settle on anything specific. He decided to just wait and see, as his brother had instructed.

A few moments later, the door to the infirmary opened again. Tarja approached Joshua's bedside placing water on the side table with a slight smile on her face.

Joshua's heart skipped a beat. He straightened up in his bed. "Who is it?" he asked, slightly nervous.

He keeps his eyes on the door 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 and now she stands in front of him. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She was wearing a simple white dress, which you don't see very often now.

She tightens her hold on him. "Joshua."

Joshua couldn't believe his eyes. (Y/n) had been a childhood friend . They had grown up together, played together, and shared countless secrets. They were betrothed to each other as soon as his family found out the neighboring kingdoms queen had a daughter. After they left for phoenix gate he hadn't seen her since.

"How... how did you find her?" he asked, his mind still reeling from the surprise.

"Story for another time," Clive said. "But she's been with us at the hideaway for a while now."

Joshua's eyes filled with tears. He pulled away from the hug and reached took her hand in his. "I'm so glad you're here." he said. (Y/n) smiled and squeezed his hand. The two studied each other. Her face was radiant with beauty. The same honey colored eyes. She pulls one of her hands out of his 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 with smiles on their faces.

Then, (y/n) leaned forward and gave Joshua a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you too, my betrothed." Joshua replied.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

Thank you for reading

[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.”

[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!

[toastedcatbread]

🐦Battlefields🐉

It's not FFVII or Sefikura, which is a surprise. But it was something that decided to be written after I played FFXVI!

A birthday fic for a certain someone! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🍰🎂

Summary:

The battlefield of war. Of words. Of politics. It was all the same to Dion. Bahamut had never failed him. The strength of white wings carried Sanbreque through strife and hardships. But even bahamut’s light would fade in time. And there were battlefields that he wasn’t quite ready to face.

[tamyonmyonmyon]

Reading this 27 part Joshua fanfic and I should be falling in love with Joshua (I am) but I am falling more in love with Jote...whoops

[gloomy-kitty]

𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱

warnings : none

notes : nearing the end :)

The arrival back at the Hideaway was grim—Ultima still had  one more challenge left. The sudden presence of the Crystal in the sky had not gone unnoticed at the hideaway as everyone bombarded the group with questions. It was known as Origin and it seemed like Ultima was luring Clive and Joshua to it. Your home was gone—Twinside was wiped off the map and you were powerless to do anything. Dion seemed to be taking it even harder than you were. As of now there was no way to get to Origin so Otto told everyone to go away and clear their heads.

     Days passed as Clive and Jill left the Hideaway to help soothe the worries of their allies but you stayed behind with Joshua. You couldn't help but notice that Joshua had been treating you with extra care. Then one day he approached you as you were studying an old text book, "______, are you busy?" He asked rounding the corner. Marking your place before shutting the book you looked up shaking your head, "Mm no what's the problem?" You asked smiling warmly at him. He shook his head, "No problem. I just wanted to take you somewhere." He said flashing you a warm smile. You raised a brow as you pushed your seat back standing up, "Okay where's that?" You asked curiously tilting your head. He shook his head once more, "It's a surprise. Come grab your things and meet me at the docks. let's hurry before the sun begins to set." He said walking away down the boat docks. You thought it was suspicious how secretive he was being but you were quite interested. Grabbing your weapon and satchel you rushed down to the docks and quickly got on the boat to an unknown destination. You kept pestering Joshua on where you were going but he didn't give in.

~•••~

     Hiking up a small hill you panted, "Goodness Joshua this is quite the hike you've taken me on." You laughed softly. Joshua had already made it to the top, "Come on not much further my love!" He waved ushering you to hurry, "We're going to miss the sunset." He added. Huffing you picked up your pace, Finally you reached the top of the hill and joined him. the view was absolutely gorgeous wild flowers of various colors swaying gently in the wind as you overlooked the calm oceans of Oriflamme. "This is gorgeous Joshua. How did you stumble upon this? I've never been here despite it not being far from the old capital." You asked in amazement. "Jote and I found it during one of our many travels. Do you remember during your birthday celebration many years ago? A man gave you a bouquet of flowers and a note alongside it?" He asked the smile never leaving his face. You nodded, "Mhm vaguely." You replied. "That was me I was trying to give you a hint that I was still alive and I still loved you. I picked those flowers from this very spot. That day I saw you I nearly gave away my identity." He confessed shyly. It all made sense, it really was from him and you weren't going mad. "I-I thought i was going insane. I knew it was you." You said relief in your voice. It was true Joshua had never forgotten about you.

     Joshua took a step towards you, "Close your eyes." He said softly. You obliged his request and shut them. You heard him rustle around around before he finally spoke, "Open." He said. When your eyes fluttered open you saw him on one knee and he held up a delicate silver ring beautiful gem in the center of it. You gasped your hand covering your mouth as you looked into Joshua's eyes in disbelief. "A-are you?" You asked voice wavering. He nodded, "Yes I am. ______, I have loved you since the day I met you. You're the only thing that kept me going all those years we were apart. This ring is a symbol of our love. Please will you do the honor of marrying me?" He said his eyes glistened with tears and his face a red as he looked at you with a charming smile. You nodded, "Yes oh goodness yes Joshua of course I'll marrying you!" You cried out as you fell into his arms tumbling onto the plush grass below. You were crying happy tears as you laid on top of him, Joshua peppering your face with soft kisses. Slowly you two sat up sitting now in the field of flowers. "Your hand love." He said. You held it out as he slipped the ring onto your finger. "I'm the happiest man alive ______ and I have you to thank for it. I pray this ring will remind you of how much I loved you even when I'm gone." He said pressing a kiss to your hand. You frowned and your brows knitted together, something about his words made you feel nervous. It was as if he was prepping for the worst to happen—like he was dying. "Joshua is there something you're not telling me?" You asked voice quiet as you squeezed his hand. His thumb rubbed circles on the top of your hand and he shook his head, "No, it's just with my illness I never know how bad it will get. I love you ______ and I don't plan on leaving you ever. So please don't worry." He tried to reassure you. You believed him and nodded, "O-okay. I love you too Joshua." You smiled leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

     Joshua looked at you taking in every detail of your face, he was dying and something in him warned him he may not come back from Origin. He wanted to remember this moment forever; the way your ___ eyes looked in sunset, your long ____ hair gently blowing in the breeze, soft lips, and the cutest nose, he loved the beauty marks and faint scars that were on your face and body. He wanted to remember it all just in case he had to go away for a long while. That night Joshua made love to you it was slow and passionate, he wanted to always remember how you felt. He wished he wasn't dying so he could spend more time with you. He knew he was in the wrong for not telling you about his fate but it was better that way, he'd rather see you happy these last few days rather than sad and mournful. He was selfish.

~•••~

     "I-I can't do that." You stammered back away, "I can't allow you to take Leviathan from me. I can help you kill Ultima but I can't without my Dominant." You shouted. Clive stepped closer to you, "______, I need your strength in order for me to kill Ultima. Please I am begging you." He pleaded. You felt like a cornered wild animal as your eyes darted between the men in front of you. "He's right ______, I've seen your hand the curse has spread to your knuckles you can barely hold your lance anymore. You were injured severely from the behemoth and you still haven't healed. You must give Leviathan up. Clive can help forge a future for everyone." Dion interjected his arms were crossed over his chest and he looked at you sternly. You turned to Joshua he looked at you sympathetically, "It's your choice ______. I won't let it be taken away from you forcibly." He said. You head was spinning; Dion was right you were weak—a shell of your former self. "Who am I without Leviathan? My dominant has been my entire purpose in life. I need leviathan if I am to help get the Empire back in order." You cried out. You wanted to run away; let Ultima sit and wait let the lands succumb to the blight you needed your Dominant.

     Suddenly firm hands were placed on your shoulders and you were shaken. Joshua rushed forward but was stopped by Clive. "No wait." Clive said. "You're more than your damn dominant ______. The people respect you, you can unite the empire just by being you. The people adore you and would do anything you asked. I need you to stay behind and mend Storm's wounds after I'm gone." Dion said his voice was raised but he was pleading with you. You slowly met his gaze, your eyes wide, "After you're gone?" You asked slowly. He nodded, "Yes after I'm gone you're to take over the throne. I have let the Dragoons know and they await for your arrival. Terance will be by your side. I'll be taking Joshua and Clive to Origin. I must repent for the things I did to Twinside." He confessed. You shook your head, "No no Dion. We both did that!" You hated seeing him take the full burden for the city's destruction. Dion let you go and adverted his gaze, "No it's my burden to carry. I should of never dragged you into the throne room that day. I need you to live for yourself for once ______. That is my final order to you." He said. You stood there taking in everything Dion had said—his final command to you was to live for yourself and mend Storm's hurt, build a better future for the people. You had always blindly followed Dion, you were indebted to him for the kindness he had showed all those years as a lonely young girl in the Holy Empire; he showed you how to fight and control your Eikon and now you were to let him march to his death. But you knew Dion had come to terms with his possible death so you had to respect his wishes. "I understand." You said walking past Dion and Joshua to Clive. You could build a better world with Joshua by your side.

     "Very well Leviathan is yours. Please use it to destroy Ultima and for you all to come back home. Please Clive." You said weakly but you managed to smile at him. The brunett looked at you nodding, "Of course. I promise to bring all of us back home safely." Clive smiled. Reaching his hand out he hovered it above your heart. You winced as you felt the power drain from you a grunt leaving your mouth. Finally it was over all your powers had been taken away, you collapsed to the ground Joshua rushing to your side. He brushed away the hair that had fallen in front of your face, "That was a selfless thing to do ______. I'm so proud of you." He praised caressing your cheek gently. You sighed nodding, "I just want you to come home safe, please." You wheezed out.

     "I promise I will." Joshua's word felt hollow.

~•••~

     It was time to say your goodbyes it was time for Joshua, Clive, and Dion to make for Origin. Everyone had gathered to say their goodbyes and to wish them luck. But you clung to Joshua's side you couldn't bear the thought of him heading to face a god but you had to trust him that he would come back to you. Joshua held your face in his hands as he pressed his forehead against yours, "_______, I promise I'll to come back to you. After all we haven't had our wedding." He laughed softly. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes but you held them back you had to be strong, "I'll be holding you to that promise. Joshua I love you." You tried to laugh but you couldn't. As Clive yelled out that it was time to go you and Joshua gazed into each other's eyes one last time before he pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away too soon and he slipped out of your grasp, "I love you _______. I'll be back before the dawn." He smiled walking towards Clive. You turned to Dion and hugged him, "Dion I promise to make our dreams come true of creating a equal world. Please try to come back Dion. Thank you for everything." You said as you pulled away. Dion smiled, "I know you will ______. Please find Terance for me." He said he ruffled your hair before walking away. Finally you walked to Clive and hugged him, "Clive you best make good use of leviathan's powers. And I'm trusting you to make sure you all come back home safely." You joked. Clive chuckled nodding, "Of course ______. Thank you." He said.

     You watched as they flew off towards Origin. You wanted to run after Joshua and scream but you couldn't instead silent tears streaming down your face. Jill collapsed to the floor as Torgal howled it was an awful feeling to see Joshua leave once more.

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[emmanuellececchi]

Ok, I'm trying something.

I have begun writing this story... yeah the fanfic (sorry LOTR Moots, I'm deep again in my FF16 fics... sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy).

The fic will be post Endgame. Joshua is alive, Clive is dead. it's not a spoiler of my story. That's... like.... the first scene.

BUT... What about Dion? He will not appear in the fic but the first scene set how we find Clive and Joshua. And, potentially, Dion.

Explain if you wish!

Thanks for those who will take the time.

[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.

[flowersbane]

The Series Of Unfortunate Events That Lead To Putting Carrots In A Cake

Joshua Rosfield X Reader

This is the second version of this request. It's a bit similar in some parts, but I like having fic variants. ( ^_^ ) b

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Baker!Reader, Finally Getting Joshua To Eat Some Gosh Darn Vegetables, Fluff, Teasing, Unedited, Fun, Cutesy.

It was truly a wonder how this recipe book had fallen into your hands.

A trader from the Crystalline Dominion had been making his way to Rosaria when a flock of chocobos had attacked his wagon. Clive had happened to cross the man’s path and while most of the man’s merchandise had been destroyed, he was still able to repay Clive’s kindness with a tattered recipe book. And yet, as Clive was returning from Rosaria, the book toppled over a cliff, never to be found again. However, as luck would have it, a group of bandits happened across the book. They tossed it in with their collection and forgot about it. Months later, the bandits stole from a supply caravan that was carrying goods meant for the Hideaway. Otto had intended for the Cursebreakers to retrieve their stolen goods, but Joshua offered to go instead. After some convincing, Otto agreed. Joshua, Jote, and Torgal confronted the bandits. Joshua had intended to only take what the Hideaway needed, but one of the bandits called Torgal a mangy mutt, causing his mercy to dissipate. After a short battle, Joshua and Jote hitched the wagons to some chocobos and made for the Hideaway. During their travels, Joshua rummaged through their loot until he found something suitable for you. A baker’s book. Perfect. He grinned, ignorant of the way the stars aligned for this one moment.

Now, you leaned against the counter of the Ale Hall, leisurely flipping through the pages of recipes. A recipe rut had been plaguing you for the past week and you were hoping that this new book might put an end to it. You had just turned to the next page when commotion on the Main Deck caught your attention. You turned your head a little to see Gav rising from placing down a heavy-looking, wooden crate. One of many, from what you can see.

“Founder,” Gav muttered, “what a mess this is.”

“It could be worse,” Cole commented, having dropped off a box of his own. “They could be turnips.”

“Eugh, turnips.”

Gav crossed the Main Deck and ordered a mug of ale. You leaned closer to him. “What’s with all the boxes?” you ask.

“Carrots. Blasted things. You know, it really is quite the story, how they got here.” You wordlessly motioned for him to continue. After a swig of ale, he did. “One of our suppliers, ah, one that has a deal with Clive’s uncle, was meant to be sending us a shipment of vegetables. Well, at the docks, his son made a mistake. Put all the carrots on one boat, all the turnips on another, and all the potatoes on another. Ordinarly, something like that doesn’t just slip by unnoticed, but the man in charge of inspections had eaten a bad breakfast, didn’t agree with his stomach, so he just stamped the papers before running off to deal with his, uh, returning breakfast.” You wrinkled your nose at that. “So the ships set sail, all with the wrong contents. Now, we’re stuck with a dozen crates of carrots and no potatoes.”

“And no turnips,” you pointed out.

This time, it was Gav’s turn to wrinkle his nose. However, his attention was quickly caught by the book laying out in front of you. He motioned to it as he lifted his mug for another drink. “What’s that?”

You glanced down at the book. “Oh, this? It’s just something Joshua brought me after…” You did a double take, something on the age having caught your eye. You trailed off as you began to read.

“Hm?”

“Ah, right, sorry, it’s just…”

The book spread out the solution to your problems in one simple, sweet, perfect recipe. You grin widely. “I know what to do with the carrots.”

“All of them?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, not all of them, but some of them.”

Without bothering to explain further, you leapt from your seat and began dashing around to get to work. Otto gave you a skeptical look when you asked to take from the supply of carrots, but agreed without need for any further convincing. The recipe was completely new to you and, as strange as it sounded, you knew you had to give it a try. Perhaps it was even because it sounded strange that you knew you couldn’t just let it pass you by. The opportunity was perfect. And your curiosity was insatiable.

In a matter of hours, you had baked enough cake for the entire Hideaway. Just in time, too, as supper was coming to an end.

“There’s a sweetness in the air that completely distracted me from my supper,” Joshua teased as he approached the bakery’s counter. He had an easy smile on his face as he leaned against the wooden edge. “Must you tease me so?”

“A bit of anticipation can be a good thing,” you countered. “But, worry not, your wait can finally be over. They’re ready.” He took a seat on one of the stools, eyes wide and expectant. You stifle a giggle. “So eager.”

“You haven’t seen the half of it. He was glancing in the direction of the bakery for the entire duration of our meal,” said Clive as he and Jill approached. “I thought he might get up and run off if I so much as glanced away from him.”

“Clive…” Joshua casted his brother a look that only made him chuckle.

You laugh behind closed lips. “Alright, alright. Here, Joshua, you can have one of the first slices.”

His expression immediately brightened. He accepted the small plate with a grin, one that he quickly flashed at Clive in an almost boastful manner. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you continued passing out slices of cake.

Joshua made an approving sound at his first bite. “This is quite delicious. Well, that much should be expected. It is your baking we’re speaking of.”

A blush dusted your cheeks. Jill nodded her agreement as she had her first taste of the treat. “Truly remarkable.”

“You’ve outdone yourself. This is… different, somehow, from what you’ve made in the past.” Joshua looked up from his plate. “What is it?”

“Carrot cake,” you declared.

He froze. Jill’s chewing slowed. The corners of Clive’s lips twitched upwards as his gaze glided towards his little brother.

Your brows knit together with concern. “Joshua?”

Complicated emotions pass over his face. Confusion and horror, as well as a handful of other things you couldn’t quite place. It seemed that Clive was unable to hold back his amusement any longer. A sharp laugh escaped from his chest. Joshua glared at him, but the expression lacked any true anger. Clive’s laughter only grew louder, encouraging giggles from Jill as well.

“Not you too,” Joshua muttered.

“I’m sorry, it’s just–” She couldn’t even finish her sentence for the mirth that stole the words from her mouth.

Joshua sighed and shook his head. “What sort of unfortunate series of events leads to putting carrots in a cake?”

“You don’t like carrots?” You frowned. “I’m sorry, truly. I–I didn’t know–”

He soothed your worries with another shake of his head. “No, no, you have nothing to apologize for.” He looked back down at the cake. “I suppose I shouldn’t complain. If I couldn’t tell in the first place…”

“It seems we have found the only way Joshua will eat his vegetables.” Clive snickered. “Baked into a cake.”

“All they have to be is coated in sugar and cream,” Jill added.

Joshua gave them both a tired look. It only made them laugh more.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. “But, you liked it, right?”

He seemed to have sensed that you were in need of more reassurance, for he forsook his brother’s teasing and focused his attention on you. His closed his other hand over yours. “Of course, my dear.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. “I would love anything these hands crafted.”

The blush returns to your cheeks, accompanied by a bashful smile. “Then, you’ll keep eating, right?”

A flicker of wariness flashed across his face, but it was gone as soon as his eyes met yours. “Gladly.”

[firebirdxvi]

Fils du Feu 12 ~ Flamme combative

Elle se fendit, la lame en avant, et laissa la pointe de son épée se porter vers le torse du maître d'arme. L'experte para le coup sans difficulté mais Jote se rendait bien compte qu'elle était impressionnée. Elle profita de l'effet de surprise pour tournoyer sur elle-même, ramener la poignée de son arme vers sa joue, puis étendre le bras rapidement pour tenter un coup vers la hanche. Encore une fois, sa lame fut déviée, mais cela n'était du qu'à sa petite taille. Ou alors elle se faisait des idées ; la femme qui lui donnait ses leçons était une épéiste aussi fameuse que Maître Cyril.

Jote ramena la lame de bois devant son visage et ferma les yeux, signifiant ainsi qu'elle mettait fin à cette passe. Elle connaissait bien les modalités du duel à présent, et sa professeure l'imita.

- "C'est très impressionnant, petite. Tu progresses de jour en jour. Mais ton bras et tes jambes sont encore trop courts pour te permettre tout ce que ton ambition t'inspire..."

Le maître d'arme savait qu'il n'était pas bon de trop encourager ses élèves. Il valait mieux leur faire comprendre qu'ils pouvaient toujours s'améliorer, même au plus haut niveau. Et Jote, malgré ses dispositions, en était encore loin.

La petite fille s'apprêtait à retourner s'assoir avec les autres élèves attentifs mais le maître d'arme n'en avait pas terminé avec elle.

- "Tu as eu le temps d'étudier la botte rosalienne ?" lui demanda-t-elle.

Elle ne disposait que de quelques piteux mannequins d'entraînement - récupérés dans la cour du château de Rosalith -, et même si elle avait réussi à transpercer le "coeur" de nombre d'entre eux, elle doutait de s'en sortir aussi bien face à un être humain mobile. Jote hocha tout de même la tête.

- "D'accord. Montre-moi."

Elle avala sa salive, puis se positionna face au maître d'arme qui se mettait en garde. C'est alors qu'elle perçut du coin de l'oeil une silhouette entrer dans la pièce puis prendre place parmi les élèves attentifs. Le coeur de Jote manqua un battement. Sa capuche était rabattue sur son visage mais elle l'avait parfaitement reconnu... Sa façon de bouger, et de croiser les jambes avec élégance - ce qu'aucun Immortel n'aurait osé faire - ne laissait guère de doute.

Elle allait devoir se surpasser.

Reprenant ses esprits, Jote se mit en position pour effectuer la botte rosalienne. Sa professeure ne la laisserait pas faire, bien entendu, et elle manquait encore considérablement de force, mais la jeune fille pensait pouvoir la surprendre. Elle sentait le regard de l'Emissaire posé sur elle et cela lui donna du courage...

Le bras tenant l'épée ramené en arrière, la lame contre sa joue, le bras gauche étendu pour assurer son équilibre, elle se mit à tourner autour de son adversaire, cherchant une faille dans sa garde. Les mannequins n'étaient pas aussi grands que le maître d'arme, et elle doutait d'atteindre le coeur, à moins d'adopter un angle d'attaque compliqué... Elle fit de rapides calculs, espérant de tout son être grandir le plus vite possible...

L'experte se fendit soudainement en avant, portant un coup vicieux à l'épaule de Jote qui esquiva sans problème. S'appuyant sur la lame de son adversaire, elle tourna une fois sur elle-même pour s'en approcher - exposant dangereusement son dos pendant une fraction de seconde - et sa vitesse lui fit gagner de la puissance. Elle porta tout d'abord un coup rapide à la cuisse - qu'elle manqua de quelques centimètres - puis effectua un pas chassé pour toucher la poitrine. Mais ses jambes étaient trop courtes et ne la portèrent pas assez loin... Elle effectua un autre pas chassé en urgence, ce qui surprit le maître d'arme, qui ne s'éloigna pas assez vite ; la jeune fille visa le cou en pointant son épée vers le haut, au risque de se tordre le poignet à cause d'un angle d'attaque compliqué... La lame de Jote entra en contact avec celle de son adversaire juste avant d'atteindre la gorge, la déviant au dernier moment.

- "Une botte rosalienne assez peu conventionnelle, je dois dire...", murmura-t-elle en fronçant les sourcils.

- "Pardonnez-moi, ma dame..."

Essoufflée, Jote ramena son épée à elle et resta plantée sur place, la pointe de la lame vers le sol. Elle se sentait un peu honteuse...

- "Apprenez, vous autres", déclama le maître d'arme en regardant ses élèves. "Les meilleurs épéiste sont ceux qui reconnaissent leurs faiblesses et savent en tirer partie. Votre camarade a tenté de pallier à son manque d'allonge et de force en adaptant la botte rosalienne. Elle a échoué aujourd'hui, ce qui était prévisible, mais quand elle aura grandi, elle donnera du fil à retordre à ses ennemis."

Elle salua et renvoya Jote à sa place. La jeune fille n'était pas mécontente de ne plus être le centre d'attention. Le seul banc disponible se trouvait juste à côté de l'Emissaire, évidemment... Elle remit l'épée au ratelier, s'y dirigea en traînant les pieds et ne prononça pas un mot. Ce fut Joshua qui engagea la conversation.

- "Gardez espoir. La botte rosalienne est difficile à effectuer. Je me souviens que cela avait pris des mois pour Clive..."

Il sourit sous sa capuche en se remémorant des souvenirs heureux.

- "Quand il l'a enfin réussie face au général Murdock, il était très fier de lui ! Enfin, c'est ce qu'on m'a raconté... Je n'avais pas l'autorisation de sortir, alors..."

Il baissa la tête et se détourna d'elle.

- "Euh, je veux dire... c'était originalement exécuté ! Bravo !"

- "Mais... j'ai raté cette passe..."

- "Vous la réussirez un jour !"

- "Pourquoi êtes-vous venu ici ?"

- "Je me demandais en quoi cela consistait, ces cours d'escrime..." Un autre élève bien plus âgé s'était levé et s'emparait d'une épée de bois pour faire face au maître d'arme. "Est-elle sévère ?"

- "Un peu, mais c'est pour notre bien... Si nous devons un jour partir en mission pour le compte de l'ordre, nous n'avons pas le droit à l'erreur..."

- "Justement ! A ce propos..."

Ils discutaient à voix basses mais bientôt tous les Immortels présents comprirent que l'Emissaire de Phénix était assis parmi eux. Le maître d'arme posa alors la pointe de sa lame sur le sol et s'inclina jusqu'à terre pour l'honorer. Joshua agita les mains avec précipitation.

- "Oh, ne me prêtez pas attention ! Je voulais voir dame Jote ! Puis-je lui parler en privé ?"

- "Votre Grâce, vos désirs sont des ordres."

- "Venez."

Il prit la main de la jeune fille et elle sentit un étrange flottement s'emparer de son corps tout entier. Les Immortels avaient les yeux fixés sur eux, les scrutant avec intérêt et peut-être un soupçon de désapprobation... Les deux jeunes gens sortirent de la salle d'entraînement en vitesse.

Ils marchèrent dans le corridor jusqu'à ce que Torgal vint à leur rencontre en faisant la roue. Cela semblait sa manière de dire qu'il était heureux de voir Jote. Elle commençait à s'habituer à la présence de cet étrange compagnon, même si elle avait peu de temps à dépenser en dehors de la salle d'entraînement ces jours-ci.

Joshua s'arrêta à un angle du couloir et elle fit de même. Elle distingua alors la rougeur qui enflammait les joues du garçon... Elle se sentit nerveuse à son tour. "Que veut-il me demander ?" pensa-t-elle en envisageant déjà de répondre "oui" avant même de connaître sa question.

- "Dame Jote, je me disais...", commença le garçon en essayant de ne pas la regarder directement. "Vous n'êtes pas sortie depuis un moment, non ?"

Elle fut prise au dépourvu mais ne le montra pas.

- "C'est vrai. Mon entraînement est très important, et je veux me concentrer sur mes exercices..."

- "Moi aussi, je suis resté à l'intérieur du refuge pendant une semaine entière ! J'ai eu le temps de visionner quelques cristaux striés quand les scientifiques ne se servaient pas du lecteur. J'ai appris beaucoup de choses..."

Il avait réussi à trouver des archives à propos du "magitech" qui l'avait davantage éclairé, mais rien à propos de "Malius"... Jote ne savait pas trop où il voulait en venir mais elle buvait ses paroles, comme toujours.

- "Mais à présent, j'aimerais de nouveau sortir à l'extérieur. L'air frais et le soleil me manquent... Maître Cyril est d'accord bien sûr, mais il exige que j'emmène une escorte. Je me suis dit alors que..."

La jeune fille se redressa, bombant le torse avec fierté. Elle anticipait ce que l'Emissaire allait lui demander mais fit semblant de ne rien deviner.

- "Vous avez sire Baden, n'est-ce pas ?" hasarda-t-elle.

- "C'est vrai, mais j'admets avoir envie d'une compagnie plus... enjouée. Sire Baden est un peu trop taciturne... Et puis, vous connaissez bien l'auberge du croisement, vous y êtes allée plusieurs fois depuis mon réveil..."

- "Oui. Vous voulez y aller ? S'il vous faut quelque chose, je peux aller vous le chercher, vous n'avez pas besoin de..."

L'idée de laisser l'Emissaire de Phénix déambuler au milieu des villageois ne lui plaisait guère... Maître Cyril avait été très clair : personne ne devait savoir qu'il était en vie.

- "J'aimerais y aller moi-même, parce que... oh, allez, j'avoue tout..." Il se pencha en avant comme pour lui confier un secret. "Je voudrais trouver d'autres cristaux striés. Cyril m'a dit qu'il y'en avait un peu partout dans Valisthéa, que les gens les prenaient à tort pour des cristaux magiques. Cela me peine tant que de telles sources de savoir soient jetées aux ordures... Il y'en a peut-être à la vente. Cela vaut le coup de chercher !"

Jote se surprit à ressentir une pointe de déception... Elle avait inconsciemment espéré que l'Emissaire voulait simplement passer un moment agréable avec elle... Elle se gifla mentalement pour cette pensée inconvenante tandis que Torgal se répandait littéralement sur ses pieds en laissant échapper quelques bips interrogateurs.

Joshua avait joint les mains et l'observait avec intensité, en attente de sa réponse. Elle ne pouvait refuser quoi que ce soit à ce regard-là... Si elle répondait négativement, cela ne lui coûterait aucune réprobation de sa part - l'Emissaire demandait et n'ordonnait jamais ; mais, au fond d'elle, elle désirait venir avec lui de tout son coeur, même pour chercher des cristaux striés dans les poubelles toute la journée, s'il le voulait.

- "Je serais honorée de vous escorter", prononça-t-elle en soupirant de contentement. "Si Maître Cyril est d'accord... Je ne suis qu'une novice, si un danger se présentait..."

- "Vous êtes une fine lame, je l'ai vu."

- "Je suis débutante..."

- "Si nous sommes attaqués par des bandits, vous n'aurez qu'à faire comme à l'entraînement."

Jote porta la main à sa bouche.

- "Oh, pas de panique, je plaisantais ! Il ne va rien nous arriver, j'en suis sûr ! Allons voir Cyril."

Il ouvrit la marche et la jeune fille le suivit d'un bon pas, restant autant que possible à sa hauteur. Arrivant devant le bureau du Maître, Joshua abaissa sa capuche et entra sans attendre. Cyril, qui avait la tête penchée sur un parchemin, se leva précipitamment, mais comme rien ne pouvait jamais le prendre au dépourvu, il ne laissa rien paraître de sa surprise. Il s'inclina respectueusement.

- "Vous êtes toujours décidé à sortir, comme vous me l'avez signifié hier ?"

- "Tout à fait. Jote viendra avec moi."

Il plaça la jeune fille gênée devant lui. Le Maître posa sur elle un regard sévère.

- "Je m'étais proposé moi-même pour vous escorter...", rappela le Maître. "Jote est une apprentie et elle a à peine commencé ses cours d'escrime. Dans une situation dangereuse, elle ne sera peut-être pas en mesure de..."

- "J'ai confiance en elle", le coupa Joshua, de sa façon habituelle. Il avait tout à fait conscience de cette manie mais ne parvenait pas à s'en défaire. Il devinait presque toujours à l'avance ce que ses interlocuteurs s'apprêtaient à lui dire et il ne pouvait s'empêcher de répondre par anticipation, comme si son esprit travaillait toujours un peu plus vite que celui des autres. "Si un danger se présente, je la protègerais."

Il souleva un pan de sa bure et exposa l'épée pendant à sa hanche.

- "C'est à Jote de vous protéger, Votre Grâce..." Cyril fut persuadé d'avoir déjà eu cette discussion avec lui par le passé...

- "Avec sa magie, nous ne courons aucun risque."

- "Je vous l'ai déjà dit, Votre Grâce, l'utilisation de la magie est proscrite", expliqua de nouveau Cyril avec patience. "Si vous étiez repérés, cela n'apporterait que des problèmes. De plus, le petit bourg grouille de soldats sanbréquois. Ils ne font pas de quartier aux utilisateurs de la magie non marqués. Je suis déjà assez nerveux à l'idée de vous laisser y aller..." Jote et Joshua n'en crurent pas leurs oreilles. "... Promettez-moi au moins de ne pas commettre d'imprudence, si je ne peux vous accompagner moi-même..."

Le Maître était réellement inquiet et cela se révéla suffisamment extraordinaire pour que les deux jeunes gens le prennent au sérieux.

- "Vous avez ma parole. Si une menace se présente, nous rentrerons en vitesse", assura Joshua.

- "Un dernier rappel. Vous êtes présumé mort, Votre Grâce. J'insiste de nouveau sur ce point : personne ne doit savoir qui vous êtes. Soyez discret et n'échangez avec les villageois qu'en cas de nécessité. Les citoyens de Rosalia ne sont pas prêts pour le retour de leur archiduc. Le pays est affaibli, les ducalistes sont en position de faiblesse, et l'empire fait la loi. Si les Rosaliens apprenaient que vous êtes vivants, cela pourrait générer une véritable révolte contre l'occupant ; qui serait matée dans la violence. Ce pays n'a pas besoin de cela maintenant. Vous n'avez plus d'armée à opposer à l'Empire... Lorsque le moment sera venu, vous pourrez vous révéler au monde dans toute votre force. En attendant, l'ordre des Immortels sera votre bras armé."

Ce moment solennel fut brisé par Torgal qui s'était mis à fureter dans la pièce en balayant toute la zone de son rayon optique.

- "J'ai très bien entendu", approuva Joshua. "Je ne ferais rien qui mettrait en péril la discrétion que vous vous efforcez de conserver pour me protéger. Je vous remercie..."

Ce disant, le jeune homme se débarrassa de sa bure grise et laissa apparaître la tenue rouge et noire que Jote lui avait achetée. Il était déjà prêt à sortir. Cyril se saisit de la robe d'adepte et croisa les bras.

- "Vous aviez une autre demande, Votre Grâce ?"

- "J'envisageais de faire quelques achats peut-être. Il me faudrait de l'argent. Pas beaucoup, je sais que les temps sont durs..."

- "N'ayez aucune inquiétude, la majeure partie de la fortune des Rosfield a été sauvée grâce à la loyauté des trésoriers de votre père. Afin de brouiller les pistes, elle a été dispersée dans nos divers relais, mais reste sous bonne garde. Elle vous revient entièrement et est à votre disposition, l'ordre a l'interdiction absolue de s'en servir pour son usage - à moins que vous ne l'autorisiez. Les Immortels crouleraient-ils sous la plus âpre pauvreté, aucun de nous ne toucherait un gil de votre héritage."

Cyril se dirigea vers son bureau, ouvrit un tiroir grâce à une clef et en sortit une bourse de taille modérée qu'il remit à Joshua. Il avait bel et bien anticipé la demande.

- "Merci", répondit simplement le jeune homme en la fixant à sa ceinture. "Je suis prêt à partir ! Dame Jote, êtes-vous prête également ?"

- "Je dois aller chercher une épée !" s'écria-t-elle.

- "Faisons un crochet par l'armurerie, alors !"

Ils s'inclinèrent devant le Maître et sortirent précipitamment en bousculant au passage deux Immortels qui déambulaient dans les couloirs. La tunique écarlate de l'Emissaire fit se relever toutes les têtes qui croisèrent leur route. Cette couleur si familière, qui ne s'était presque plus vue à Rosalia depuis cinq ans, leur mit du baume au coeur.

Lorsque Jote se fut ceinte d'une épée à son tour, les deux jeunes gens se dirigèrent vers la porte qui débouchait sur les marais, d'un pas plus lent, comme hésitant. Joshua semblait réfléchir à quelque chose, le doigt sur la lèvre inférieure, quand son introspection fut interrompue par Torgal qui sautillait devant eux.

- "Oh non ! Torgal ! Je t'avais oublié !" Il s'agenouilla devant la Sentinelle surexcitée. "Je te l'ai déjà dit ! Tu ne peux pas venir ! Imagine ce qui se passerait si les gens te voyaient !"

Il regarda Jote, quêtant son approbation.

- "C'est vrai, ce n'est pas une bonne idée", approuva-t-elle. "Il arrive que quelques Sentinelles errent dans la nature, sans doute échappées de ruines célestes, j'en ai déjà vues dans les marais. Les gens évitent ces zones la plupart du temps, car elles attaquent à vue tout ce qui se présente. Il n'y a que les courageux qui veulent se procurer des matériaux célestes qui osent s'en approcher. Si une Sentinelle était découverte dans le village, ce serait la panique !"

- "Tu vois, Torgal ? C'est trop dangereux pour toi."

L'arachnide émit un son qui ressemblait fortement à une plainte de déception et se recroquevilla sur elle-même avant de se rouler en boule. Elle resta sur le sol et ne bougea plus, comme fâchée.

- "Hey ! Tu ne vas pas rester là !" Joshua le toucha du bout de sa botte. "Arrête de bouder, tu es dans le passage..."

- "Excusez-moi, Votre Grâce, mais...", se risqua Jote en s'approchant. "Vous croyez vraiment qu'il comprend ce que vous dites ?"

- "Je n'en sais rien moi-même", répondit le garçon en prenant la sphère minérale entre ses bras. "Mais j'ai l'impression qu'il comprend. Il sait très bien obéir en tout cas. Les Célestes devaient communiquer avec les Sentinelles autrement que par la voie informatique..."

- "Informatique ?..."

- "Oui, c'est un système qui permet des transferts d'informations via un réseau de..." Il s'interrompit brusquement. "Enfin, disons que... les Sentinelles doivent aussi obéir à la voix, elles ont sans doute un système de reconnaissance vocale... Il sait même lire, c'est incroyable !"

- "Mais comment fait-il ?" demanda Jote en s'agenouillant.

Torgal sembla comprendre qu'on parlait de lui et consentit à déplier ses pattes. Joshua le reposa sur le sol.

- "Avec son scanner..." Il réalisa encore une fois que la jeune fille ne comprenait pas la moitié de ce qu'il disait. Il désigna la lentille bleue clignotante. "Son oeil, là. Cela lui permet de détecter et d'analyser presque tout. Je lui ai donné des livres à lire, et il a l'air d'adorer ça ! Il doit stocker les informations dans un disque dur interne..."

Jote était perdue.

- "Je l'ai appris grâce aux cristaux striés. Vous devriez les visionner, c'est vraiment fascinant !"

- "Je vous fais entièrement confiance..."

- "Bon, je vais devoir lui trouver une occupation pendant notre absence. Il fait des bêtises quand il s'ennuie. Voyons... Mmh, oui, peut-être... Il peut se rendre utile... Mmh, Jote, dites-moi, vous connaissez un certain Chadrick ?"

- "Je ne connais pas beaucoup de noms..."

- "Il a à peu près notre âge, et des taches de rousseur, si je me souviens bien... Cela ne vous dit rien ?"

- "Non, désolée..."

- "Allons aux serres pour voir s'il s'y trouve. Il m'a dit qu'il y travaillait, je crois."

- "C'est par ici..."

Les deux jeunes gens, précédés par un Torgal plus enjoué, se glissèrent dans un couloir que Joshua n'avait jamais arpenté. Au bout d'une minute, une forte odeur d'humus envahit les lieux. Après un ultime détour, ils arrivèrent dans une vaste pièce rectangulaire où s'affairaient nombre d'adeptes aux robes tachées d'humidité.

Une brume légère semblait tout envahir et la peau de Joshua se couvrit d'une fine pellicule aqueuse. Levant les yeux en l'air, il vit des cristaux suspendus en l'air, et chacun d'eux exsudait un mince filet l'eau au compte goutte au-dessus de vastes parterres. Ceux-ci étaient garnis de plantation diverses, essentiellement des pantes potagères, mais aussi quelques arbustes fruitiers. La lumière bleutée des bâtiments célestes leur profitait plutôt bien car la récolte était prolifique. De belles tomates bien rouges rutilaient, des poires ventrues et des pommes luisantes pendaient au bout de leurs branches, prêtes à être récoltées. Les plants de salades d'un vert éclatant occupaient la majeure partie de l'espace, mais on y trouvait aussi des poireaux, des concombres et même des pommes de terre. Pas moins de cinq Immortels s'occupaient au quotidien de ce petit univers végétal.

L'un d'eux se porta à leur rencontre et s'inclina devant Joshua. Avant de parler, il agita les doigts vers le plafond et une brise chaude vint balayer les gouttelettes d'eau pour les disperser dans la serre. C'est alors que le jeune homme remarqua la marque noire caractéristique sur sa joue gauche. C'était un Pourvoyeur. Torgal protesta contre la bruine qui venait tremper sa carapace.

- "Sérénissime...", commença-t-il. "C'est un honneur de vous voir ici... Nos cultures se portent à merveille..."

- "C'est fantastique de réussir à faire pousser tout cela ici..." Il se prit presque d'affection pour tous ces fruits et légumes, mais quand son regard tomba sur les plants de carottes, il se rembrunit imperceptiblement. "Je suis venu pour savoir si... Oui, c'est ça ! Sire Chadrick est ici ?"

L'Immortel sembla ne pas comprendre. Joshua lui décrivit alors la personne qu'il cherchait.

- "Je n'avais plus besoin de lui, on l'a fait demander à la bibliothèque depuis hier. Vous l'y trouverez, je suppose."

- "Bien, merci ! Nous allons vous laisser travailler..."

L'adepte cueillit une carotte bien rouge et croqua dedans.

- "Hm, le goût est parfait. Vous les aurez bientôt à votre table, Sérénissime."

Il lui tendit un légume et Joshua s'en saisit en déglutissant.

- "Ooh, je ne manquerais pas d'y goûter !"

Jote étouffa un fou rire. Ils quittèrent la serre humide et chaude pour retrouver un corridor qui leur parut presque froid. Ils revinrent sur leurs pas pour se diriger vers la bibliothèque. Des allers et venues d'adeptes chargés de livres les obligèrent à s'arrêter à l'entrée. La file de silhouettes encapuchonnées descendait dans le dédale du refuge ; on y déménageait apparemment le contenu de la bibliothèque.

Joshua scruta les visages baissés un à un et aperçut enfin Chadrick. Le garçon croulait sous le poids de plusieurs volumes et faisait tout son possible pour ne pas tout faire tomber. Quand il se rendit compte de la présence de l'Emissaire, il piétina sur place, ne sachant que faire. Joshua l'invita à poser son fardeau un moment et s'éloigna avec lui dans le couloir.

- "Vous êtes très occupé, sire Chadrick ! C'est bien difficile, ce que vous faites."

- "En effet, Votre Grâce ! Nous avons découvert une salle parfaite en bas, et bien plus grande, pour entreposer tous nos livres !" Il soufflait bruyamment car il avait déjà fait le trajet plusieurs fois. "Comme je n'avais plus rien à faire, on m'a réquisitionné..."

- "Je ne voudrais pas que cela soit une charge supplémentaire pour vous, mais..." Il regarda Torgal qui se dandinait devant les Immortels en plein travail, apparemment ravi de toute cette agitation. "Je voudrais aller à l'extérieur, avec dame Jote..." - il montra la jeune fille - "... et je ne peux pas emmener Torgal. Je me demandais si vous pouviez le garder à l'oeil pendant mon absence."

- "Votre Grâce, je ne sais pas si..." On voyait bien que Chadrick répugnait à refuser une demande de l'Emissaire. "Je vais être très occupé alors..."

- "Justement, c'est parfait ! Lui aussi a besoin de rester occupé ! Il pourrait même vous aider ! Ce que vous portez m'a l'air bien lourd !"

Il siffla à l'adresse de Torgal et l'arachnide bondit à ses côtés. Joshua lui montra la pile de livres, et aussitôt la Sentinelle se mit en action. Elle rétracta le dessus de sa tête sphérique, exposant un sommet plat. Quand Joshua y plaça la moitié du chargement, Torgal resta parfaitement immobile sur ses pattes solides, attendant les ordres suivants. Chadrick eut un grand sourire.

- "Vous voyez, il peut porter de lourdes charges", expliqua Joshua. "Et il lit très rapidement. Il vous aidera à ranger les volumes convenablement."

- "Votre Grâce, je... je pense qu'il va m'être utile !"

Joshua se pencha et leva le doigt devant Torgal.

- "Tu écoutes ? Très bien. Tant que je ne suis pas là, tu obéis à sire Chadrick." Il désigna le jeune adepte. "Hmm, laissez-le vous scanner... Il vous reconnaîtra plus facilement à l'avenir."

Chadrick se posta devant la Sentinelle et le rayon bleu l'ausculta des pieds à la tête.

- "Il a enregistré vos données biométriques ! Il vous obéira! Mais si jamais il se comporte mal... vous pouvez le gronder !"

- "Merci ! Bonne journée, Votre Grâce !"

Chadrick se saisit de nouveau de son chargement, réduit de moitié. Il rejoignit la file des adeptes et Torgal trotta à ses côtés avec sa pile de livres sur la tête, sans plus penser à son maître.

Rassuré sur le sort de son compagnon, Joshua était fin prêt pour quitter le refuge cette fois. Ils n'avaient que trop tardé et la journée s'était déjà partiellement écoulée.

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☀︎ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

❥︎ - ; ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴊᴏꜱʜᴜᴀ 🧡

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ,, ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ 🧡

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

"Joshua, you mustn't push yourself too hard. You should take a rest, as you are still sick as ever." You scolded the Dominant of Phoenix, shaking your head slightly in disapproval.

It's your task as his personal attendant, or a caregiver of some sort after all; ever since his childhood years.

Though this is like a normal occurrence for the both of you, you still couldn't help it-- always worried over his natural born sickly condition.

A soft sigh escapes from your lips as you put the leftover food and medicines away after you've made sure he has taken them.

Joshua merely smiles reassuringly at you. "You worry too much. If I were to rest almost all the time, I would never get anything done."

His tone clearly shows that he's gotten used to it, and is perfectly fine by this point.

"Besides, I got you here with me, don't I?" He lightly refers to you with no hint of anger or even annoyance whatsoever. "Even if I do push myself too hard, you'd be there to scold me back to reality."

His last sentence genuinely earned an amused look from you, at least a bit; smirking slightly with your head turned away.

"Josh, come on now," you merely chuckled, finally giving him your full attention.

"While your point is completely valid, that doesn't stop me from worrying about you."

A gentle smile adorns upon his handsome face, now holding onto the eye contact as well with a certain fondness being apparent.

And it's completely reasonable, since the both of you have basically stuck up with each other for uncountable years; ever since his childhood years alone.

While you are like, a year or two years younger than he is, you always do your tasks dutifully without a single complaint. Well, unless you needed to. But aside from that, you never did.

"You always tend to my needs even when I didn't really need them. You even brought me books to read with, or even when my Father was away."

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

His ocean-blue eyes wandered out and onto the bright afternoon sky as he spoke those words; reminiscing the old times that have surely passed.

Several birds have even landed on the windowsill of the currently open window-- their' heads tilted adorably for a few seconds, before flying away once again to join their group of friends someplace.

You turned your head to spare him a glance, now noticing that his previous smile was gone, yet still somehow distracted in his own cloud of thoughts.

You even took the opportunity to simply stare at his handsome side profile, though it only lasted for a few minutes or less as you didn't want to be seen as improper. Even more regarding to the clear difference in rankings between you both.

He did notice the stare that you've given him but decided not to say anything, or even choose to not mention anything. After all, it did not once make him feel uncomfortable in some way.

His beautiful, ocean-blue eyes found their way to your figure once more, seeing that you've now seated on one of the vacant chairs nearby while averting your gaze toward outside the window as well.

"You know," he grins a bit as he starts on. "I remember back then; when you stood inside the library, perhaps checking and dusting off some of the old books for Father, and you were so focused that you didn't notice my presence."

"It's quite funny that you screamed a little, even jumping in surprise when you finally noticed me."

An annoyed look became visible from the moment those words left his mouth. Baffled, even.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I didn't notice you that time-! Besides, I didn't even jump that high.." You muttered under your breath as your cheeks became pinkish in pure embarrassment at the old memory.

"It's adorable actually." He chuckles again, this time most likely directed at the current expression you're making.

With your cheeks being puffed out in response to his teasing, you grabbed the cushion that was settled on the sofa and threw one at him; still out of embarrassment.

The cushion did end up hitting him straight on the face, yet he only laughs it off at your actions alone.

"Just know that I could tease you all day if I could."

But you knew better-- you couldn't even stay annoyed at him no matter how hard you tried to be. And he's completely aware of it.

In the end, you've simply given up and decided to laugh along as well. All the while that it happened, Joshua just fell in love more deeply with you than he ever did in the process.

It's just a matter of time whether he admits his feelings for you or decides to go against it.

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

@ 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

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New chapter!

In which things are starting to look up, only to go downhill fast.