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Chapter 22 of Dominant's Wrath is up! It's been a while since I posted a snippet, but only wanted to if it didn't spoil too much and it fitted. So here you go! Full chapter here

Tags: Female reader x Clive Rosfield

Angst, fluff, substance abuse, after incident recovery, reader tied to bed because you're a danger to yourself (currently because of stuff)

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Heart Attack

“What exactly happened?” Your memory was a haze.

“Heart attack.” Tarja explained.

“Can I see Clive now?” You didn't care about the heart attack.

“Y/N. You poisoned yourself by stabbing your hand. You drugged yourself until you got a heart attack. You jumped over the ledge onto the docks and broke your ankles.”

Oh.

“You could've easily died. I want you to know that me and Joshua did the best we could. But it means nothing when you won't hesitate to pull a stunt like that again.” You wanted to protest. You could tell her exactly how Clive risked his life without a heartbeat for you and no one was talking about that. But then you saw her face. A worried expression, her hand never left your pulse. You probably could've given her a heart attack too with your lack of self regard. “Thank you for saving him.” Was all she added, before moving back. When she exited the infirmary, you felt like she had forgotten something.

You once again tugged on the ropes. “Tarja… for fucks sake.” Now it was impossible to wipe your tears. Everyone had pulled through, and Clive was alive. You would apologize for putting them all in danger.

…Yeah. That's what I did.

A wave of relief washed over you regardless. Taking a few deep breaths, you were reminded of the desert. Lying in the sand, sun burning on your face. Too exhausted to move. Given up on walking. Parched, hoping that someone would find you. “....I'm thirsty.”

“Allow me.” You opened your eyes and looked at Clive.

“Son of a-” You cursed, his casualness ticking you off. The smile on his face got wider.

“Tarja mentioned I could do the honors, now I know what she meant by it.” He quickly approached to remove the ropes. If it affected him seeing you like that, he sure didn’t show. He grumbled, the knots more intricate than he’d expected. An awkward silence fell while you waited as he worked on your right wrist. When a few minutes passed and nothing happened, you glanced over to the side. His fingers were shaking.

Oh.

“It’s okay, we can talk first.” You suggested, feeling bad.

“No, I-”

“Clive.”

“Y/N, I can’t embrace you like this.”

You fell silent. “...Okay. I’m dirty though.”

“I don’t care.” He bit back, finally releasing your right wrist. He moved back, going to your right ankle. “...Otto told me you jumped over the ledge on the dock.” He tried to make conversation, wanting to get you to talk.

“Apparently, I broke both my ankles.” You snorted, knowing now why walking was ‘difficult’ back then. “I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize it.” You saw him bite his lip, and you rolled your eyes. “You can say whatever you want to me, Clive.” You offered, reminding yourself of the last time you did a stupid thing and he had glared at you the whole way back on the skiff. “Glare at me.”

He shuffled over to your other leg before his eyes moved up to you. “What did you hope to achieve by poisoning yourself? Did you…” He briefly looked away, trouble finding the right words. “..Were you trying to kill yourself?”

“Did you? When you jumped in front of me?” You countered, raising an eyebrow. “I was willing to explore all the options available to find a cure. If that makes me a suicidal maniac, then that's fine.”

Clive sighed in response. “Let's not dive deeper. I'm extremely grateful that we both made it.” He tried, freeing your leg.

“Why did you do it? Why did you shield me? Of all people that have a higher purpose, you had to…” You disagreed. Now was the time to dive deeper and get this over with. “What about all the burdens you were taking from everyone? Protecting your people-” The sudden pain in your chest made you flinch.

Okay, maybe not the time to dig deeper.

Clive was already on you like a hawk. “What does that mean if I can't even protect the one I love?” He gently rubbed your knuckles, trying to distract you. “Take a few deep breaths…” He suggested, a strained smile on his face. He moved over to your other arm, hanging above you. You were happy to see him unhurt. You had no idea how long you had been out, but he looked good as ever. You stared at his chest, ever so visible in his armor.

“Enjoying this, are you?” Clive asked with a slight smirk, distracting himself.

“I might.” You swore he lingered just a few more seconds longer before you were finally freed. “Thank you.” You slowly rubbed your wrists before sitting up. Clive waited until he ran out of patience. Not a minute passed before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You wanted to hug back but he held you so tight your hands could only rest on his waist.

“After I woke up, you were unconscious until now.” He murmured into your hair. His eyelashes were wet. “And you looked worse than I did. They all did.��� You could feel the regret in his voice. The rumbling in his chest reverberating against your cheek. You reflected on 70 hours of pure adrenaline and stress.

“I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If I hadn't sent a threat to Dio in Sanbreque-”

“You weren't the one who shot the arrow.” Clive immediately deflected. “You weren't the one who ambushed us after putting a bounty on your head. Y/N, you weren't to blame. Please, don't forget that. And I made the choice to shield you.”

You sighed. You both were too stubborn for your own good. However, you allowed yourself to drop the issue. “Okay. I hear you.”

The both of you sat in silence for a few moments until Tarja returned. “Alright, I see you're caught up.” She stood in front of the both of you. “For your recovery, I've established a couple of rules you have to follow for a month.” Clive released you, and you both sat on the bed in front of Tarja like two kids getting ready to hear their chores. “Y/N. No physical activity. You're allowed to have small walks, bathe yourself, and get dressed and such. Limit stairs. Preferably no more than one a day.” Her gaze shifted to Clive. “And with physical activity I include sexual activity.”

“I wasn't-” Clive started, but Tarja already shushed him.

“You're a man Clive. I'm just warning you that you have to take care of yourself for now.” His cheeks turned crimson and you chuckled.

“So… what am I supposed to do for a month?” You asked, not feeling like there was anything left to do.

“I could use some help.” Clive offered. You raised an eyebrow. Miracles could happen after all.

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More wholesome FF16 :)

Final Fantasy XVI | ▶ dev. Square Enix

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I'm very much still excited about FF16, and currently not in any discords as I'm too much of a noob to find them... Feel free to ask/discuss anything with me!

I think a lot of people are forgetting that on tumblr fandom used to be practiced very differently. now everyone fucks off to their discords or tumblr groups to discuss everything with a select few, making tags be nearly only used for posting some finished fanworks or not at all

a decade ago people didn't have tumblr groups. people didn't even have dms. if you wanted to talk to anyone about anything you had to make a post, or send an ask (which more often than not would get published and thereby become a post in the end too)

so next time you think "I have a fandom thought but I have to find a small group of hyperspecifically like-minded people to share it with in private" remember all the freaks you could be missing out on meeting by keeping the tags dead. use tags, make friends. fuck discord.

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Final Fantasy XVI | ▶ dev. Square Enix

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Wholesome :)

FINAL FANTASY XVI (2023) - Clive and Gav

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Oh look, it's me...

Me at work: So many ideas! Can’t wait to write!

Me at home: *Stares at blank document* Never mind.

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Some more Clive on the timeline 😬😬

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The truth of it 🤣

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me: ugh, my writing sucks. also me when I'm finished and in shock at the quality:

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Chapter 18 is up of Dominant's Wrath, read it here

As usual, a snippet below. This time it's tough love and Hot tub fluff

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Hot Tub

Clive was true to his word, but not exactly in the way you had thought. “Pick up your sword.” He said casually after he had disarmed you for what seemed to be the hundredth time. You were not talented when it came to longer blades. The distance and weight was different compared to your daggers. You picked up the sword, wiggling your foot underneath the wood and using your leg to lift the weapon up in your hand. You were too tired to squat and pick it up normally. Or lazy. At this moment you couldn't bother yourself with the difference. While a plan to tackle the final mother Crystal was devised, both Clive and Jill took their time in giving you sword lessons. It resulted in you being covered in bruises, and landing on your ass more often than you'd like to admit. You hadn't expected to be good at this at all. Then again, you hoped it was better than this.

You raised the wooden sword again, and Clive motioned for you to attack. He was serious, his brow furrowed. A single drop of sweat dripped down his temple, distracting you briefly. You attacked, stepping forward for a horizontal slash. Clive stepped back, lunging forward to hold his sword against your throat. “Too aggressive.” Clive commented. You sighed. “Again.” He was tough on you, and you had surrendered to his teachings. It was well intended, and this weapon could give you advantages in certain fights. And to be fair, you liked spending time with both Clive and Jill. You observed Clive. What was he thinking right now? Both of you were in a basic shirt and leather pants. You had propped your sleeves up for better movement, but when Clive caught you off balance and used the sword to shift your leg from underneath you and you fell again, you didn't get up.

A groan escaped your lips. Clive had quickly approached, holding out his hand for you to take. “Are you okay?” He asked, his furrow turned into worry. He didn't seem to regret not going easy on you though. You curtly nodded, taking his hand. If you could, you would've pulled him down with you. Alas, it seemed that Jill and Clive would continue to down you and help you get back up for months to come. If you had that much time with them anyway. There were already plans being made on how the infiltration to Stonehyrr would go. And they didn't include you. You had resigned yourself to it, but it still affected your mood. “Let's stop for today and wash up.” It seems like Clive had read your mind.

“Wash up?” You were sweaty, but it felt unnecessary to waste water on you at the moment.

“I have some time.” Clive replied, his usual smile back on his face. You followed him with a shrug.

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The steaming tub looked extremely welcoming, and you had to admit that it had been a great idea. The layer of foam is a welcoming pit for you to sink in, washing away your troubles. You left your clothes pooled on the floor, eager to get in. “Hang on, not so fast.” Clive called out. You stared at him in disbelief. He was still in his pants, but approached you with a small container in his hand. You were more interested in his bare chest. The firm muscles painting a canvas you'd prefer to touch instead of look at. He gave you a once over, which you thought was interesting, but when you realized he was checking out your bruises, you sighed. “I got something for those.” He said, already lathering his fingers with the container's contents. He didn't wait for your consent as the cold oily substance covered your bruises one by one. You yelped, before a shiver ran through you. “Bear with me.” Clive chuckled, the smile obvious. His fingers were gentle, as it mesmerized you how careful he was with you. A stark contrast to his sword lessons. Perhaps this was your reward. Clive got down on one knee to get the bruises on your outer thighs and knees. “Leave that to work for a few minutes, then you can join me.” He said with an approving smile. He casually took off the remainder of his clothing and got in the tub. Even the ass on this man was firm.

“You want me to stand here butt naked, while you're already warming up in there?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Just a few minutes, I swear.” He replied, leaning back to enjoy his view.

“Fine.” You grabbed a nearby wooden stool, and a small tub. “Let me wash your hair then.” Two flies with one stone, you could freely touch his hair and were out of his mischievous gaze.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Clive replied grateful, a lazy smile on his face as his arms rested on the wooden edges of the tub. You hummed satisfied when you sat behind Clive and lathered his hair with oils, just like Jill had told you. Your fingers ran through his raven hair, massaging his scalp. Slow and rough circles. “You're going to get me addicted to this.” Clive murmured, biting back a groan.

“I'd love that.” You chuckled. You gently rinsed his hair, and noticed the oil Clive had applied to you had dried up. So you finally joined him, allowing yourself to sit between him and leaning back against his chest. “This is nice.” You whispered, the warm water rinsing your troubled mind.

“...Where do I put my hands?” Clive replied, feeling uneasy. He didn't want to put them somewhere weird.

You snickered. “Wherever you want Clive. There's not a lot of space here.” He settled for the edges of the tub anyway. “This doesn't count as hot springs, but I'll tick it off anyway.” You mused, quite enjoying your spot.

“Still have that?” Clive replied amused.

“You probably think I'm weird.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “It's just that I have never experienced this before and… would like to bring something to the table too, you know?”

Clive replied by kissing the nape of your neck. “You are already bringing plenty.” He muses, caressing your skin, his hands finally on you. Together you sat like that until your skin got wrinkly.

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When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

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Hahahah

For your consideration: a file I made of Ben Starr saying fat tits to use for a discord soundboard

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THIS WAS SO FREAKING CUTE BY THE WAY?????? CLIVE YOU'RE SO BABY. we needed a good wholesome scene amid all this death and ruin fr

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I thought I got this amazing comment on my fic, with kind words that made me extremely happy. Then went on how it should be a comic and I immediately knew it was a scam.

Not gonna lie, pretty bummed about it.