#tharmr barnabas x you

[sylusjinwoon]

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home is calling.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

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

she was lost in the midst of the chaos.

"my love, where are you?!"

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

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

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

then she would have nothing to live for.

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

yet still, she pushes forward.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

{ ... }

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

love.

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

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

[kianaflame23]

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

Cidolfus Telamon, Barnabas Tharmr and Dion Lesage

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

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

Cidolfus 💜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barnabas 🖤

You are going to be his queen. PERIOD.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dion 🤍

WHAT A CUTE CHARMING PRINCE?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[xxladyballadxx]

Worthless

Barnabas Tharmr x reader

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

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

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

‘But, Master Barnabas, I-’

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not an easy thing to answer…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strange…

Perhaps you are better off alone without Lord Barnabas.. 

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

[drabblesandimagines]

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

Amnesia

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

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

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

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

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

“The Einherjar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He seems familiar.

“Sleipnir informs me you are… not well.”

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

“Sorry, it’s my head, it’s-“

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

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

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

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

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

“My…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barnabas whispers his mother’s name into your ear.

--

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

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

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

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

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

The Dominant of Ifrit howls.

--

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

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

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

[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 | 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

❥︎ - ; x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barnabas Tharmr.

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

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

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

The air grew tense as he spoke even more.

"She is YOUR weakness, is she not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if she has accepted her cruel fate.

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

"Pathetic."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forgive me, Clive.

-✰-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It just breaks her small, fragile heart even more.

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

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

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

Does he not deserve happiness at all...?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[findtheflamexvi]

Title: In your dreams.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, pleasure...

Pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x FemReader.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI

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

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

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

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

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

In your dreams the king desires you.

In your dreams the king dreams you.

In your dreams the king rides you.

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

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

[hiebies]

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

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

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

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

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

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

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

a sigh. cotton sheets ruffled. body awakened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[drabblesandimagines]

Please everyone get hype with me for this!

Please, please, please a snippet of anything with Barnabas in it. Please x

Here is a snippet from the Barnabas x Leviathan!Reader story I'm working on!

"I see you've found the library."

Your head snaps up, getting slight whiplash due to hearing such a loud voice that contrasts with the quiet shelves. You are curled up on the couch, reading a book on legends regarding the Eikons. You knew about most of them, but you were focused on reading more about the Eikon you possess, trying to gain some kind of ground on what she can do. What you can do.

"You are reading a very old book on the Eikons. So old that record of Odin is nonexistent." He is standing in front of you now, looking upon you with eyes that convey interest.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed. What else do you like to read?"

You ponder for a moment, shuffling through all the genres in your head. "I read a lot of books about heroines. I've always liked the idea of strong women. You don't see many of them."

"Strong women are the reason we even have the pleasure of existence, so I must agree." Barnabas smiles, moving to sit next to you, causing you to sit up straight. "I will make sure to import some books you'd like."

"Oh please, your majesty! There is no need I-"

"I insist. I treat my guests with the utmost respect. Your wish is my command."

"O-okay," you stutter, not expecting such hospitality from the dark king.

Unexpectedly, you see him move so he is laying down, his head in your lap. Your hands are lifted up with the book, confused as to where they should go and what you should do in this moment.

"Read to me." Barnabas commands, with little authority behind it. You knew this was more so an invitation to let him in, and you knew of you backed off he would accept it. You knew you shouldn't give in, as he is keeping you here against your will. The problem is, however, you want to.

"Certainly, your majesty." You squeak, opening the page you were on about the history of Drake's Horn and Leviathan. You read, your fingers having a mind of their own as they stroke Barnabas' hair. You swear you can hear him hum under your touches and feel him chase your fingertips as they run through his locks.

And it wasn't long after that you two fell asleep, book forgotten, with Barnabas' arms wrapped around your thighs and your arms cradling his head.

[aerverics]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

~Character Ai~

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──��

¦ Symbols Meaning ¦

(✧. ┊ ) fantasy AU

(ׂׂૢ) Work partners or so

(✰. ┊) modern / step / highschool au

(ꕥ) Start with angst

(ღ) Soft = sibling / lover / friendly

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

═ ⋆I take any requests for any characters⋆ ═

Barnabas Tharmr

✧. ┊A test to be his queen

Cidolfus Telamon

ׂׂૢ Cid wanted the nurse attention

Chris Redfield

ꕥ You catch Chris *cheated* on you

Cloud Strife

ꕥ Fall apart relationship

✰. ┊ Head teacher! Cloud x teacher! You

ׂׂૢ Cloud being drugged by a monster

ღ Cloud's girlfriend find him in a dress photo

Dante

ღ Your Husband save you

ׂׂૢ Dante your partner for Demon Hunter

ღ Dante comforting his wife after she's giving birth

✰. ┊  HIGHSCHOOL AU

ღ Dante find out his wife pregnant

ღ Dante being slightly overprotective to his wife

ꕥ He is worried about his wife

✧. ┊Ran from your royal life to be with your man

Dion Lesage

ׂׂૢ Finding a bride for Dion

Ellie Williams

ღ Ellie excited knowing her crush gonna treat her injuries

Ignis Scientia

ׂׂૢ Ignis's new assistant

ღ The advisor might have feelings for you

Izumi Miyamura

ꕥ You had a crush on him

Jin Kazama

✧. ┊ Vampire Au

ღ He find out you're pregnant

ׂׂૢ He keep showing up in your infirmary

✰. ┊Your Grumpy dorm mate's brother

Joshua Rosfield

ׂׂૢ Joshua confessed to his companion

ꕥ Pregnant with Joshua's

✰. ┊Joshua got jealous with his 'wife'

Leon S Kennedy

✧. ┊ Spiderman Leon

✧. ┊ Married to duke Leon

ׂׂ ღ Assassin x Agent Leon

ׂׂૢ Mission with Leon

✰. ┊Your annoying step-brother

Marius Von hagen

✧. ┊ Marius your annoying Emperor

Neuvillette

ꕥ Choose him please

Nicholas Leister

✰. ┊Your rude step-brother

ꕥ Annoying Ex boyfriend

ꕥ Frenemies with Nick

Noah Morgan

ღ Noah felt jealously

Noctis Lucis Caelum

LIST

Prompto Argentum

ღ Noctis's younger sibling

Reno Sinclair

ׂׂૢ Work partner with Reno

ღ Reno trying to talk after making you jealous

Scaramouche

✧. ┊ Spiderman Scaramouche

Sephiroth

ꕥ Sephiroth kidnapped you

ꕥ he manipulate your memories beforehand

Sleipnir Harbard

ღ Sleipnir tried to get along with you

Xavier

ꕥ He's going to lock you

Zack Fair

✧. ┊ Zack wake up in FFXV's universe after dying

Origanal Characters

Kazeric Kairen - ✧. ┊ Academic rival who help you during zombies attack in your school

Cherry - ✧. ┊ A little lady who safe you

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 105 }

the jealous husband.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"barnabas?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"mind repeating that, kupka?"

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

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

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

"of course, my liege."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"temptress."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"o-oh..."

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

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

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

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

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

"NO! PLEASE-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[kianaflame23]

Punishment ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Barnabas Tharmr x f!reader N*SW fanfic

Summary: You REALLY messed up this time. How could you be so clumsy...? Especially in front of Barnabas Tharmr, the dark king himself... you hope you don't die tonight....

NO MINORS!! I WILL BLOCK ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SHOW THEIR AGE IN THE BIO!! ONLY 🔞

Tagging: @tharmr-barnabas @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @tea-r-re-z @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @blueflame97 @revoirestbelle @seiyaido

You were roaming around King Barnabas' castle, feeling nervous as you REALLY messed up his chores. Barnabas glared at you, ordering you to go to his room alone. You felt useless as you desperately want him to forgive you. As you continued walking to the castle, you were still wearing your maid outfit. Getting used of being his maid, living in the streets without anyone to rescue you, hoping to find some food or water.... He found you almost dying as your lifeless eyes were looking at Barnabas. He felt pity for you and somehow decided to have you as his maid. How could you refuse his request? After all, he saved your life and you found your reason to live so you can't really denied his commands...

You stood in front of his room, breathing nervously before knocking loud enough for Barnabas to hear

"Come in, (Y/N)"

You opened the door and closed the door gently, not wanting to upset him even more. Standing behind the door as you waited for his command.

"Do you know what you did, (Y/N)."

You gulped and shakily nodded. Began to tell him your mistake.

*Flashback*

You and every chiefs were cooking every dishes, rushing to make King Barnabas' favorite food. You do not want to disappoint him or you might get executed...

As you got one of the dishes, you approached Barnabas in the royal kitchen. Him siting in his own chair, a long table with many different types of food. You felt like King Barnabas is getting impatient so you decided to walk quickly. As soon you were getting closer to him, you accidentally tripped yourself a bit, trying to control your balance. Sadly, you dropped your food dish on him.... All of the food on his armor and his face. Your eyes widened in fear as you knew you messed up badly....

"Your M-majesty! I'm so---"

"(Y/N). It seems that you need your punishment. I'll decide whether you live or die"

"....Yes, Your Majesty...."

You tried to help him but he grabbed your wrist tightly, hurting you as you wince in pain.

"Don't touch me. Leave now. Meet me at my room in 10 minutes ago. Don't be late, (Y/N)", Barnabas spoked with such annoyances in his tone. You bowed your head to King Barnabas, leaving from that place with such pain and regret. Fearing your life as you tried to stay calm.

*Flashback ends*

You're now in front of him, waiting for his punishment as you closed your eyes. Wanting Barnabas to end your life quickly. Imagining his sword beheading you....

However, he didn't do anything until he starts talking.

"Take off my armor, (Y/N). Everything."

You opened your eyes, shocked appears your face but immediately obey his request. Definitely not want to disappoint him even more, finally able to see him fully naked in front of you..... you always dreamed of this moment but you control yourself. You blushed as you looked away from him, waiting for his next command.

"For your punishment, I'll be using your body for my own entertainment. Your body is mine for the rest of your life, (Y/N)", Barnabas huskily said to you, forcing you to look at him. His eyes filled emptiness yet lust, not caring if you agree with him or not.

Barnabas kissed your lips, as you felt his tongue touching yours and gasped. Feeling his hands gropping your ass as you moaned softly. Barnabas pulled away from you, feeling the saliva splattered a bit in your face. He pulled away from you, whimpering as you want Barnabas to touch you more. Barnabas smirked as he sat on his long mattress bed, exposing his cock as he strokes himself in front of you

"I'm going to make you beg for me. Start using your mouth now!"

You gulped yourself as you knew that tonight will change your whole life. Barnabas using your body every single day... you don't mind it though. You will always serve and obey your only dark king~

"Y-yes, your Majesty..."

"You can say my name, (Y/N)..."

"But I can't! I'm just a lowlife ma-", you didn't finished your sentence as you noticed his glaring eyes towards you. Closing your mouth immediately and looking down in fear. Somehow, it excites you even more as you covered your mouth. Not letting Barnabas see your shit eating grin, him still looking at you and sighs in disappointment. Barnabas was about to speak again until he hears your voice...

"Yes....I'll listen to you now, Barnabas...", you spoked softly as your eyes looked him. Barnabas felt his shaft throbbing in excitement as he smirked darkly at you. Satisfied with your answer, watching you in silence as you walked slowly towards him. Feeling yourself burning in ecstacy and embarrassed but determined to pleasure Barnabas. You stood in front of him as your knees goes down to the ground. Your delicate hands touched his thighs, his legs shivers slightly as you began to kiss the tip of his cock. Barnabas groaning as his eyes stares at you.

"(Y/N)! Do not tease me! Do you want me to thrust my cock in your pretty little mouth of yours?

"Yes! Please use my mouth! I want to taste your cum, Barnabas~♡", you smiled gleefully as you finished your words, realizing your silly mistake too late for arousing him more as his eyes widened in astonished. Covering your mouth once again, not believing yourself for saying it in front of Barnabas... you want your cruel punishment already....

"B-barnabas, I'm sorry! Forgive m--", Barnabas stopped you from speaking as you felt his hands grabbed your hair tightly, pulling you with such force as your mouth crashed down on his thick cock. Thrusting in and out of your mouth rapidly, Barnabas moaning as you gagged on how big his dick is. Feeling tears coming down from your eyes, however, you're enjoying yourself as you decided to take off your panty. You used your fingers to receive pleasure from yourself, thrusting in and out of your pussy. Wanting Barnabas to cum all over your mouth and face as you climax yourself at the same time. You moaned as you continued to pleasure yourself. Barnabas opened of his eyes, noticing your fingers in your pussy and snarled. Not liking the idea of you trying to climax on them. Barnabas pulled away your mouth as you whimpered. Wanting him to cum on your mouth....

"Fuck! You're such a naughty maid! Do not use your fingers to pleasure yourself! Only me! Do you understand?!", he spoked huskily as he used his strength to tear your maid outfit apart. You squeal in excitement, exposing your breasts and your whole naked body in front of him. Barnabas groaned, liking the view as he tugged you in his lap. Feeling your pre-cum over his shaft, both you and Barnabas moaned. His hands are on your hips, his cock twitching between your gummy walls. You gasped as you hugged him tightly, closing your eyes in ecstasy.

"(Y/N), I want you to ride me. Do it."

Your eyes widened as you didn't dare to look at him, nodded slowly as you pulled away from him. You grasped his cock with your fingers, Barnabas hissed in pleasure as you stood up from his lap. His cock were between your gummy walls. Moaning softly as you tried to insert his cock in you....

"Fine, I'll help you and then, you can start riding me, (Y/N)."

Barnabas pulled you down on his shaft without any warning, you screamed in pain and pleasure. You hugged him instantly as you start to ride in and out from his cock. Couldn't control your loud moans as you used your nails to scratch his well-toned back, Barnabas enjoying the pain as you continued to leave some marks on him while riding him. Him grunting as he felt your sex squeezing him tightly. Already want your sweet nectar on his cock, placing his hands to thrust more in you. You arch your back in ecstacy, feeling your climax getting closer and closer....

"Barnabas! My dark king..... I'm going to cum!", you spoked loudly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your walls began to convulse around him. Releasing your sweet nectar on Barnabas, whimpering as you still felt his cock thrusting more deeply in you.

"Good! That's it....I will fill you up with my cum soon. Prepare yourself, (Y/N)!!", Barnabas yelled as his muscular back landed softly on his bed, having access to go more deeper in your pussy. Slapping noises can be heard all around the room. Your eyes widened in shocked, your tongue sticking out as you felt your second climax approaching once again...

"So good~ Please fill me up! I need it, my dark king~", if only you knew that your words are making Barnabas go insane. Enjoying so much as he sees you lose yourself in such ecstacy. Barnabas grabbed your chin with his forefinger, kissing you with such dominance and lust. Feeling his tongue roaming all around and your tongue too, knowing too well that you're going to climax again.

"I'm about to fill you up! I need your sweet cum in me now!"

Both you and Barnabas came together as you two moaned loudly, you never felt so much pleasure before and you're so happy that your first time is with him. You don't even allow any men touching nor be with you at all. You don't mind coming to his room every day~

Your head falls softly to his chest, already asleep from your exhaustion. You smiled as you snuggled towards him. Barnabas looked at your sleeping face and a genuine smile appears in his lips. Caressing your cheek as he continues to see you sleeping well.

"I know you can't hear me....You're the only one who captured and saved my cold heart. Filling them with love and passion for you..."

"Perhaps, I can say this words... I love you, (Y/N)...."

He knows he was cruel to you earlier but he will make it up once it is morning and began with your lovemaking as soon you wake up from your slumber. For now, Barnabas closed his eyes as he felt drowsiness taking over him. Smiling for one last time as Barnabas thinks of you in his sleep. Dreaming you and him having children together and being his queen. Barnabas is tired from being alone for so long.... Hoping you'll forgive him and accept him as your future husband. He'll just wait and see~

The end ☆

[xxladyballadxx]

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Barnabas Tharmr x reader (Headcanon)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

UNTIL NEXT TIME (^-^)

[drabblesandimagines]

Sweets

Barnabas Tharmr x female reader, fluffy, lil' bit spicy? @cryptictongues Not gonna lie, I wrote this for you so I hope you enjoy it especially!

Though you know Barnabas adores every fibre of your being - the ways he praises your body with both words and actions from his lips truly says it all - you still cannot help but feel a little forlorn as the Day of Lovers arrives. A staple in the calendar of your small village, a keepsake from the Kingdom of Veldermarke before it became the glorious Kingdom of Waloed, of course.

Barnabas had risen and left early – to where, you were unsure. You’d learnt not to ask, for if he thought it necessary for you to be aware he’d divulge, to let you know you’d be, regrettably, alone in bed for how many moons. You'd been yanked from the embrace of sleep that morning when he'd cupped your face with cold palms, assaulting your lips, greedily, wanting his fill before his departure and, wearily, you’d bid him safe travels.

Your handmaidens had brought you food and drink to break your fast in bed – as they always did when Barnabas was away – before readying you for the day. That was something you were still getting used to as they made sure not a hair was out of place, nor a wrinkle in your skirts before finally leaving you be.

You’d retreated to the parlour with a book – romance, foolishly - a place you found yourself spending most of your time when Barnabas was away. He often had you sit in on meetings with him, a hand on your thigh if he did not bid you to sit in his lap, as he took in correspondence and reports from across Storm. The hearth has been lit and you nod at the stoic figure stood against the wall, arms crossed, but from the glaze of his eyes you knew that Sleipnir was not yet present.

It was an unintended sigh as you read a passionate scene between the protagonist and his love interest that roused the silver-haired man.

"My lady, what troubles you?" Sleipnir is with Barnabas, of course, but another is still with you, in the way that the egi works. There is always one with you - Barnabas insists it if he can't be there in person. 

"Nothing, Sleipnir."

The Lord Commander walks over to you, slowly, and grasps your chin – forcing you to look up at him – and you are too slow to rearrange your features into a false show of contentment.

"It'll pain the king upon his return to see his heart in such turmoil. Allow me to assist."

“You cannot.”

“Try me, my lady.” It is clear he is not going to let the matter drop.

You pause, hoping to compile a diplomatic answer. “I fear that if the king discovers what I’m feeling forlorn over, it will upset him. I do not wish for that. He has many burdens.”

“You are not a burden to him. Tell me.”

You adjust your posture in the chair. "It’s silly... It is one of my favourite festivities on this day, but it hails from the Veldermarke.”

Sleipnir lets go of your chin at last – you wonder if he is feeding this back to Barnabas, how his queen is lamenting for the previous rule.

“The Day of Lovers.” He replies at last, his tone giving nothing away.

“Entirely foolish of me, I am aware. I-“

“I beg my lady’s leave – one of the Royal Intelligencers remains outside for your protection, however, until my return.”

Sleipnir spins on his heels and heads towards the door, pausing only to bow before he leaves you alone in the room, a lump firmly in your throat.

--

The Lord Commander appears hours later, bringing news of the king’s return. The lump in your throat has not shifted – had he gone to tell of your disloyalty? It is unwise to keep Barnabas waiting, though, so you get to your feet and allow Sleipnir to escort you to his side.

He leads you not to the audience chamber nor your bed chambers – two of Barnabas’ favourite places for reunion – but down a corridor you seldomly find yourself travelling, to see your beloved standing outside a door. Your heart swells to see him in the flesh – whole – but you cannot dismiss the twist of anxiety in your stomach. Surely what you had revealed to Sleipnir earlier has caused this change in routine. Barnabas’ expression gives nothing away, as usual remaining stoic until he has you in the very throes of passion where he allows himself a smile. However, he is picking at a loose thread on one of his sleeves. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was fidgeting. You curtsy and bow your head as you reach him. “I am glad you returned safe to me, my love.”

You brace yourself for his hand around your throat, fingers digging into your jaw to angle your head – he favours this method to draw you in for a bruising kiss, one of which he sets the pace and takes exactly what he wants – but it does not come. Instead, Barnabas takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it in greeting.

"And I am glad to have returned to you, sweet one. Leave us, Sleipnir.”

“As you command,” the egi bows, before stalking back down the dark hallway.

“Come,” Barnabas tugs you forward by your hand still in his grasp, another now on the small of your back, ushering you into one of the less frequented rooms of Castle Black – one you’d never stepped foot in before.

Your eyes widen as you take in the scene before you. It is a small room, though there are windows allowing the last light of the day to trickle in. There is a large, roaring fire in the hearth and a multitude of furs have been draped over the stone floors, atop lie plates upon plates of various treats that you hadn’t seen in so long – berries, fruit, cakes, pastries - accompanied by two goblets and a large carafe of wine.

“Is this…?”

“Indeed. The Day of Lovers is not a celebration I ever partook in, so it was overlooked. This will not happen again.”

“You are not displeased?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Should I be displeased that my heart wishes to celebrate our love?”

“I thought it being a Veldermarke tradition…” You trail off, nervous.

“I will permit this one – only for you, my love. Let us sit.”

You make to walk forward to the furs but he sweeps you up in his arms before you can, taking a few steps forward before gracefully sitting down, adjusting you so you’re sitting sideways in his lap, an arm holding steady around your waist in support. He reaches for one of the sweets on the plate with his other – layers of thin pastry infused with berries, glazed with sugar - scrutinizing it like a foreign artifact. Though Barnabas indulges in wine and ale, you don’t believe you’ve ever seen a sweet food pass his lips in all of your time together.

“Sleipnir said sweet pastries were customary – how so?”

“Lovers sharing a sweet on this day is meant to bring them good fortune in their relationship.”

You can see him bite back a scoff, but he entertains you all the same. “And how do we share, my love?”

“We feed each other a bite.” You hesitate ahead of your question, unsure as to what his reaction would be in you taking the lead. “May I demonstrate?”

Barnabas purses his lips in thought. “Very well.”

You take the pastry from his hand and carefully tear a chunk off, holding it up to his lips. He smirks before opening his mouth obediently, and you place the piece upon his tongue, withdrawing your hand, your fingers feeling sticky, only for him to pinch your wrist in place, holding it still as he chews and swallows.

“Mm.” He licks his lips. “Sweet…” He draws your fingers into his mouth and sucks them, teasingly, before pressing a kiss to your wrist, “..but not as sweet as you. My turn?”

“Yes.” You answer, breathily.

He takes the pastry back from your hand, but instead of tearing a piece off he raises it to his mouth and rips a chunk with his canines. The remainder is dropped carelessly into your lap as he holds the offering between his teeth and growls – a demand for you to open your mouth.

You lean forward, mouth agape and awkwardly kiss him, swallowing back the bite of pastry as you try and retreat.

Another growl then, his hand now gripping the hair at the back of your head, staying your movements and forcing his tongue past your lips – both tasting sweet with sugar and fruit.

You moan into his mouth, feel him grin as he deepens the kiss, before he retreats once more, placing his forehead against yours.

"Does this please you, my heart?"

“Very much so.”

“Good.” He presses another kiss to your jaw, releasing his grip on your head and picking up the discarded pastry from your lap. “For we have many more sweets to share.”

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

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

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

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

knight! clive rosfield x princess! reader

UNTITLED I (18+)

anthony bridgerton x reader

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

BLOOD OATH (18+) (series)

clive rosfield x priestess! reader

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

barnabas tharmr x reader

UNTITLED II (suggestive) (series)

cidolfus telamon x priestess! reader

desc: the beginning of the end

UNTITLED III (series)

barnabas tharmr x priestess! reader

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

clive rosfield x reader

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

leon kennedy x vampire! reader

UNTITLED V (18+)

clive rosfield x pregnant! reader

UNTITLED VI (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

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

UNTITLED VII (18+) (series)

noctis lucis caelum x reader

UNTITLED VIII (fluff)

clive rosfield x reader

ALL BARK AND NO BITE (18+)

clive rosfield x puppy hybrid! reader

UNTITLED IX (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

desc: body worship with clive

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

clive rosfield x vampire! reader x barnabas tharmr

[yuukoii]

I have yet to go far in the game, but should I write a Barnabas Tharmr x Reader?

Ps.

If there's a specific request or idea you'd like to share, please do let me know. Also keep in mind that my grammar and such is not top notch. Thank you for the votes, I'll get on to writing asap♡.

[hiebies]

can i get a kiss? (can you make it last forever?)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to share in a gentle passion, the press of skin to skin in the most authentic way one knows how.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr : benedikta harman : joshua rosfield : hugo kupka -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist : p2

kissing barnabas is like the waging of a battle. the beginning comes as the aftermath of careful planning, the cunning wit of a man all too familiar with the realities that can come from the crusades he commits to feel your lips on his. his lips are warm, dry but not chapped, at first a press of skin to skin- lips to lips, testing the waters. his hands follow his lips pressing to yours, calloused thumbs pressing and dragging over the apples of your cheeks and over your jaw. he spends his time breathing you in like the brine of the ocean air- present, yet alert to you. always you.

when joshua indulges himself in kissing you, he is always mindful, always aware, always present. his lips somehow always taste like berries, perhaps it is because of his hunger for the sweet fruit- or maybe perhaps it is because of the salve he once bought on his travels when they began to chap terribly one winter.. perhaps it is simply a combination of both. kissing him is a reprieve, a slow lull like the setting of the sun on the horizon, plush of his lips to yours and tongue tracing the seam of your mouth tentatively, as always, he tastes like berries.

benedikta’s kisses are always just a bit different from their predecessors. some are teasing and so fleeting they are simply brushes of her mouth- to yours, to your cheeks, to the tip of your nose, to your jaw; anywhere she can reach in the moment. other times the press of her mouth is incessant, coated in sticky product and leaving smears around your mouth- the direction of her tongue dragging over your bottom lip, the way she prefers to direct such a like a puppeteer would. sometimes, in quieter moments, her kisses are slow- languid, not fleeting nor incessant, lips warm and hands seeking only to cradle your face close as hearts beat together in seperate ribcages.

when he so deigns to, hugo kisses you like he is a man starved for air- like your lips against his is a sensation he cannot live without, that your lips are a need and not a want. he needs your pretty lips, puckered and puffed out as his hand squishes at your cheeks and he tips his head back in laughter, other hand resting on your waist where he has you splayed out over his lap. his kisses are like he is starved, like you are his oasis, plentiful in the bounty that is his to claim and the happiness it grants him upon stealing a kiss from your mouth.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; i’m so totally very most definitely not biased at all for anyone, totally. (it’s barnabas, he gives me cuteness aggression.) i hav a pt 2 w everyone else leftover, it should b posted over next few days :]

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