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Chapter 14 of Dominant's Wrath is up! Read it here on AO3, snippet below :) Let me know what you think!

Clive Rosfield x female reader

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Stargazing

You found yourself fully scrubbed, hair softer than ever, in a simple baby blue dress drinking an ale at the Tub and Crown. “A dress of all things.” You sighed, feeling out of place. Your hair was neatly tied with a golden string, the tail falling neatly on your left shoulder. It sure had grown since joining the Hideaway. When you were little, you always dreamed of having long hair and nice dresses. You’ve seen your mother’s old closet, when your father was working. Now that you ticked those boxes, it was quite unrewarding. That green jacket Hortense had made you was your favorite clothing, and you had no need for dresses. The smooth and sweet smelling hair however, you could get used to.

Torgal awoke you from your thoughts, his nose nuzzling your side. “Oh hey Torgal.” He barked excitedly, looking happy to see you. If he was here, then Clive wasn’t far off. “You’re a good boy aren’t you?” You said, scratching his neck and playing with his ears. When he wouldn’t leave you alone, you figured he wanted you to follow him. “What’s up? Got somewhere to be?” You asked, and Torgal barked. “Alright, lead the way.”

You followed him on makeshift slippers that Jill gave to you as your boots needed some work. Torgal led you to the docks. There were not many people around, as it was already dark out. He walked straight to your usual spot and plopped down. He barked, wanting you to join him. This had never happened before, so you were cautious. You didn’t believe Clive had orchestrated this, so you sat down next to Torgal. He crawled against you, so that you were surrounded by his soft wolf fur. Woah. And then your eyes fell on the starry sky. The skies were clear, and the shining lights in the air made you look up in surprise. The mix of blues, purple and pink hues spreading out before you was giving you shivers. “It’s beautiful…” You said, not being able to take your eyes off. “You wanted to show me this?” You asked Torgal, petting him gratefully. Torgal barked in confirmation. You realized that this wolf had just ticked one more item on your list. “Such a smart boy.” You muttered, giving him some more scratches behind his ears. He must’ve known that this was your usual spot. You settled down against him, with a smile on your face. “That’s Orion’s belt.” You showed Torgal the three bigger stars in the sky, enjoying your little moment with the wolf. “That’s all I know about stars though.” You chuckled. “I should bring a book next time.” Torgal didn’t seem to mind, as he relaxed against you. You settled deeper against him, eyes fixated on the stars. Even though the air was chilly, you didn't notice it at all.

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When Clive was looking for Torgal and found the both of you asleep on the docks, he felt his face heat up. His gaze briefly crossed the sky, before quickly turning back to a more interesting view. Using his wolf as a pillow, your hands neatly in your lap, you had fallen asleep against Torgal’s side. And even Torgal himself had his eyes shut, keeping you warm. Clive almost didn’t recognize you, with your hair like that, and the dress. The sight made his insides melt, and he resisted the urge to pick you up. “Were you stargazing together, boy?” Clive softly asked Torgal, lowering himself. He remembered putting it on your reference list.

The wolf opened his eyes, softly barking. It seems like he was awake. You stirred, a peaceful smile on your face. “You’re going to get a cold if you stay out here, princess.” Clive whispered, inching a little closer. You smelled of flowers, and freshly cut grass.

“...Hmmm?” Clive was too close for your liking, as your instinct kicked in and you were looking for a weapon that was currently not on you. “Oh.” You could only utter, feeling like you got caught stealing candy. That happened once when you were younger, and you would make sure nobody at the Hideaway would learn of it. You felt his gaze on you, and decided to keep yours on your feet. “I’m keeping Torgal from you, aren’t I? My bad.” You wormed yourself away from Clive who was down on one knee, still in his armor. You dusted off your dress, pretending as if your heart was not pounding in your chest.

“It’s okay, I was just wondering where he could be.” A little silence fell as Clive got up. Torgal circled around the two of you, wagging his tail. “But I’m happy that I found you as well.” Clive added. “I need to apologize, that Morbol was still on my list, we should’ve gone together. I know you hate the bastards..”

“It’s okay.” You said, his apology seemed earnest. “As you can see I’m fine. Would be nice if I don’t become the Morbol specialist around here though.”

Clive chuckled at your comment, agreeing with a nod.

“Alright, have a good night.” You said, excusing yourself.

“Wait.” Clive replied, not sure why he stopped you. You looked at him questioningly. “If you want to have more company next time, feel free to ask me.” Clive mentally slapped himself at the half hearted invite.

“Oh. Alright. I’ll keep it in mind.” It earned him a vague answer, and Clive couldn’t read your expression. You turned around and left, letting out a big sigh when he was out of earshot.

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New chapter of the Dominant's Wrath fic is out, small snippet below :) full chapter here

Enjoy, and consider leaving a comment if you like it 😄

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Lemon tarts

Are you up for some dessert?” Clive asked, an exciting twinkle in his eyes.

It certainly got you curious. “What do you got?”

“Lemon tarts.” You heard of those. Molly rarely makes those, and when she does, they are gone before you can blink. With you always being by yourself, you still haven't got the chance to taste them. Molly also refused to give you the recipe, saying that it was for special occasions and she preferred to make it. That was a few years ago, and you didn't mind as you weren't helping out in the kitchen anymore anyway.

“Molly made Lemon tarts for us?” You raised an eyebrow.

“She saved some for us, we'd missed out this afternoon.” Clive said with a chuckle. The two of you were not that special. “I'll be right back.”

Clive took the plates of food from the table and exited his chambers, leaving you alone for a little while. You exhaled deeply. Then you chugged your goblet of wine. 

I'm too sober for this. What is he thinking? He must be so done with me right now.

You were too greedy with the wine, and removed some spillage with the back of your hand. In the end, you just felt like a savage. You could pretend like you belonged anywhere. Just put on a mask and deal with the situation in the most satisfactory way. But not here. They made you comfortable. Teaching you new experiences, changing you. The lemon tart that was put in front of you was no different. You eyed it carefully. A perfectly round tart with a yellow layer on top. You weren't a baker, but you smelled the tangy lemon. “Looks good, doesn't it?” Clive was excited, happy to share this with you. “They are originally from Rosaria, and we managed to find the recipe on one of our trips.” You chuckled, his behavior matching Torgal getting a treat. You watched Clive take the tart in his hand, before taking a bite out of it.

No cutlery?

You could do that. You picked up the tart, taking a small bite. Tangy, just like you expected. But there was also a delicious sweetness to it that was addicting. With widened eyes you stared at the lemon treat. “Good, right?” Clive asked, already halfway. The corners of his mouth had crumbs on them, and you looked at him in surprise. “What? Am I going too fast?” He said, hiding his embarrassment.

“No, it's just-” You pointed at the corner of your mouth, indicating where he had crumbs.

“Oh.” He chuckled, a response you were not expecting. “I do get carried away with these.” Clive admits, wiping the crumbs with his thumb. He made it look so easy. You didn't find him disgusting at all, and you wondered if he did that on purpose to show you you didn't have to be anxious. 

Stop overthinking. Eat this damn lemon thing.

You took another bite of the tart, bigger this time. You both enjoyed the moment in silence, relishing the special treat. A little moment of peace found in the chaos. Your stomach complained, but your mind allowed this sugary pastry without too much stress of being watched.

“Same time next week?” Clive offered with a smile, after the both of you were finished.

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Chapter 10 is up! AO3 here

Clive Rosfield x fem reader

A part of the chapter below, where reader has been avoiding Clive since she drunkenly slept over at his chambers. He finds you at the docks, and you were both not ready for the conversation.

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Mishaps

Clive found you at the docks when he was done for the day, in your usual spot. You didn't even hear him coming closer. “There you are.” He started, earning him a jolt as you jumped in surprise.

“Fuck. Don't sneak up on me like that.” You said, staring at him with eyes widened.

“I wasn't trying to.” Clive replied, holding up his hands. He quickly checked, you weren't eating. “Can I join you?”

“...Sure.”

“We're leaving for the crystalline dominion soon. Are you still-” Clive started.

“Yeah. Don't worry.” You said quickly. Dusk was approaching, and you had your eyes on the sky. Clive sat down next to you, after setting his sword to the side against the wall.

“I read some missives today praising your work.” He looked up at the sky, a smile on his face.

“Really?” You seemed surprised, looking at him.

“You did a great job.” Clive added, driving the point home. You looked away, hiding your flushed face. It was not often that your work was praised.

“They didn't need to do that. Just doing what I can.” You downplayed your efforts. It made you quite uncomfortable, getting praised. Perhaps they wanted something from you in the future, buttering you up. Well-used tactic from yourself in the wild.

“You're actually quite selfless, for the fact that you've been a thief for years.” Clive said, a quick glance over to you.

It earned him a wry smile, as you were still staring at the sky. “I did what I had to to survive, now that everything is provided for me, I can give back. So others don't have to go through what I went through. I'm privileged to be here, I realized that even more when I was away.” You hugged your knees, lowering your gaze to the sea. No one needed to be this kind to you. But they all were. If they needed something from you, they could just tell you, and you would give it if you could. “That brings us to you.” You looked to your side at Clive, who looked back at you. “Do you need anything from me?” It could've been phrased nicer, but you had been avoiding Clive and weren't up for another confusing conversation.

“Not really. I had some free time and I came to check on the loner of the Hideaway.” Clive said, leaning back, but never leaving your gaze. Your eyes narrowed at him. You were not into this nickname.

“You don't need to check on me. Why not spend your time with Jill? Or Gav. Or maybe take care of yourself for once.” Your eyes rested on the scar on his cheek. A permanent mark of the hardships he's had. And more to come. And here he was, still finding time to dangle his legs off the pier and check on you.

Clive chuckled. “Gav and Jill are not avoiding me. I caught up with them this afternoon. And the day before that.” He ignored your other suggestion.

Ah. Was it that obvious?

“Fair enough.” You replied, turning your head back to stare at the ripples in the water from the quiet breeze setting in.

“You don't seem to want to prove me wrong.” Clive said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I don't want to lie to you.” You replied, embarrassed you got caught.

“I hope I didn't do anything to hurt you.” He said with a crestfallen look on his face, and you felt your heart break.

“You should not have asked me to sleep in your room.” You failed to go into detail.

“You need to give me a bit more than that.” Clive replied. You could not read his expression. He had always been hard to read.

“I can't.” You said after a moment of silence. You were unsure what you felt, and this man had his sights on someone else.

“Why not?” Clive said, and looked ahead.

“Because….” You bite your lip. “..I'm not a loner.” You whispered. You didn't want to be one. Sure, you sometimes need time to yourself. But you preferred helping people out, and moving around. Clive gave you a confused look. You hugged your knees tighter. “I… don't want to talk about it with you.”

“...I can see that you're hurt. Is there anyone else I can get for you?” He was hurt by your reply, but if someone else could help you, that was more important.

“No. Just… just leave me be, Clive.”

 “Okay…have a good night then.” Clive replied, still crestfallen. He bid you farewell, still having some reports to go through. 

So there you sat silently on the docks, feeling like you wanted to throw anything into the water. You'd throw yourself in if you could. His kindness was too much for you to handle. Everything of his was too much for you. You admired Clive. He had what you so sorely lacked. Those icy blue eyes could make you feel alive. Make you feel seen. You sighed heavily, getting on your feet. You should distance yourself before getting disappointed in the future. And you felt that you had already made the first step.

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Slightly edited Clive Rosfield x reader porn. Had to get it out of my head, so here you go. Might edit and include in the AO3 fanfic I'm currently writing.

Warnings/tags; BDSM, Edging, Vaginal sex, forced blowjob, dirty talk If you're not 18+, please don't read, it's filthy.

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Overworked

“...Clive…” You pleaded, but he was having none of it. His arms crossed, he looked down at you. Arms tied behind your back, and thighs to your shins, you were laying on your bed, a blindfold snugly wrapped around your head. “I’ve warned you multiple times, Y/N.” He replied, not moving an inch.

Rebuilding Rosaria had come with the needed work, and you had both been extremely busy with getting things moving. Clive is overseeing most of the reconstruction, amassing the right funding and directing the right expertise where it needed to be. You on the other hand, would help with the actual reconstruction itself. You had read up on architecture and building houses in general. You had no problems with physical work being fully recovered, and were helping building houses and shops daily. This resulted in the current predicament. You were often home late, and too tired to spend time with Clive. It used to be the other way around, but Clive had learned from his past mistakes and always left enough time in the day for you. The last months you had brushed him off multiple times, and when he had seen you out drinking with some of the male workers and coming back home smashed, he’d snapped. “I’m not sure if you have been doing this on purpose, knowing your masochistic needs, but you’re not getting off easy this time.” Clive said, his brows furrowed. Not that you could see that. In any case, you’d sobered up quickly. “I’m allowed to drink with other people, aren’t I? Is it because they were male? Are you jealous?” You retorted. You made Clive’s blood boil, your hypocrisy beyond his understanding. “Jealous? Is that what you’re getting from this? Do you realize what you’ve been doing for the past months?” You were not taking pleasure from this, as you struggled with your restraints. “I’ve been trying to help rebuild Rosalith!” You exclaimed. Clive growled. “Working twelve hours a day, just eating, drinking, and sleeping left, is that your plan? While I deliberately plan my work to be with you? Y/N, what’s gotten into you?! It used to be the other way around!” He raised his voice, desperately trying to make you understand him.

“...The sooner it’s done, the faster we can spend our lives together.” You replied after a moment of silence. “Aren’t we already?” Clive said angrily. He wasn’t getting through to you. But yes, he had been jealous. He would never admit that to you, but when you were out drinking, he saw you smile and joke. Something the both of you hadn’t done for a long time. Rosalith wasn’t going to be rebuilt in a day, and you were both committed to seeing his old home restored. You gave him the silent treatment, and Clive sighed. Seeing you naked made him hard as always, but he wanted you to beg for forgiveness. He took out the heated lubricant, courtesy of Gav, and generously coated his hand with it. “...L-like this?” You had recognized the sound, and were panicking slightly. This could’ve been one of your fantasies, if you weren’t angry with Clive right now. Couldn’t he see that you were pouring your heart in this? That you were doing it for him? He’d tricked you by some filthy words in your ear, but when you were splayed out on the bed, you realized that this was a punishment. “I called you in sick today.” Clive said casually, getting on top of you, straddling your hips. “Perhaps you should’ve not been drinking so much.” He added, groping your breasts. He coated your hard nipples with the lubricant, twisting and pulling however he pleased. Coaxing a moan out of you, Clive smirked. “Enjoying yourself?” You refused to answer him. He didn’t mind.

Clive had the whole day to get you to understand. He continued to toy with your flesh for a bit longer before he got off of you to move somewhere else. You already felt the lubricant tinge on your chest, sending warm waves through your body. Another squeeze of the bottle. “You don’t need to answer me, you’re already staining the sheets.” Clive chuckled. He knew you well enough by now. Going straight for your clit, he massaged the heat straight in. Your hips buckled, your body spasming to his touch. “A-h!” Clive held you down on your stomach with one hand, inserting two digits between your wet folds. With your eyesight gone, the waves of pleasure hit you twice as hard. You had no idea what was coming next. Clive started pumping you with three fingers, fast and hard while the other hand still circled your clit. You moaned loudly. “I’m-” Before your orgasm could hit you, Clive removed his fingers. “J-jerk.” You whined, the heat subsiding quickly. Still, your body burned from the lubricant, and your sensitive spots were getting assaulted without Clive doing anything. “Let me quote you on this, sweetheart; Only good girls get to cum.” Clive said darkly.

You groaned in response. You’d tied Clive up once. Seeing how he’d react. His arms behind the back of the chair, that same blindfold you had on you over his eyes. You’d almost made him cum then with your hands and mouth before you moved away. You had told him the same thing then, until he was begging for a release. You groaned in frustration. Clive smirked. “Please, let me cum.” You asked, body slightly trembling. “These ropes hurt.” “Earn it.” Was Clive’s only reply.

He undid the leather strings from his pants, taking out his half-hard cock. He shuddered slightly when he smeared your slick on his reddened tip. You felt his weight on you again. A knee on each side of your head, Clive rubbed his cock over your lips. A few pumps before he gripped the headboard of the bed to steady himself. Clive grinned when you were hesitant to open your mouth. “You know how this goes, sweetheart.” He swore he could feel you roll your eyes. You liked to challenge him. And even in this position, you were dead set on not cooperating. His now stiff cock hung above you, and your reddened cheeks made him want you even more. He pinched your nose with his free hand, cutting off your air until you opened your mouth. Then it was just a matter of grabbing your jaw and making space. “Ugh!” You gagged when Clive pushed as far as he could. “That’s it.” He growled, grabbing a fist of your silvery white hair. Your tongue was warm, his length grinding over it. He facefucked you with abandon, like there was no tomorrow, his hips thrusting fast. He admired your face, tears running down below the blindfold, snot running from your nose down to the side of your face, and drool from the corners of your mouth as he pushed deep inside you. He groaned, not far off from letting you taste a load of his cum. But he stopped before reaching that point, seeing that you were going to choke.

“Guhh…” You panted, trying to return oxygen to your lungs. Your body was still twitching from heat, but it just wasn’t enough to get anywhere. You growled in frustration. Clive was treating you like a damned cocksleeve. You let out a delighted whine when Clive pushed his cock straight into your gushing folds. “Ffuck!” Only to be disappointed with how deliberately slow he was. The even slower circles on your sensitive nub. “Please..” You cried out, a real plea this time. “Come on sweetheart, you need to be able to take what you dish out.” Clive teased, slipping out of you before teasing his tip at your entrance again. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?” Your voice was hoarse. Clive rewarded you with a full thrust, his hands on your hips. You cried out in surprise, new tears running off your cheeks. “I could leave you like this and go back to work. And when I return we could start all over again.” Clive threatened, in contrast to the gentle massaging of your hips with his thumbs.

You shook your head quickly, not looking forward to hours of being on edge, never able to get off. Clive got out of you again, this time flipping you over. Your face was pressed into the sheets, the only thing keeping you stable with your arms snuggly tied on your back. Your knees were steadying you, your plump ass presented to Clive. “Ahhh…” You felt Clive fill you up again, and your toes curled up. “You take me so well.” Clive commented, feeling you clench around him. He didn’t move, so you made a futile attempt to move your hips. You got a devilish laugh in response. “You’re so desperate for me, Y/N. I didn’t know, seeing you’re spending so much time away.” “Please Clive… I never meant it like that..” You stuttered, small sobs in between. “Easy to say… when you’re at my mercy right now.” Clive responded, a firm grip on your hips again.

His gaze landed on the scars on your muscular back. Your silvery hair cascaded onto the pillows, as he pounded you deeper into the sheets. He took the bottle of lubricant again, squeezing more of the substance on his thumb. “..Clive! Not there-” Your begging was drowned out by the squelching sounds of Clive’s thrusts, still nowhere near fast enough. A thumb rubbed you puckered asshole, the last place Clive hadn’t been yet. He pushed his thumb in, granting him numerous pained swearing. With a bit of movement and shoving himself deeper in your tight cunt again, those turned into debaucherous moans. And then multiple knocks on your front door. You both froze in place. “Fuck.” Clive swore, ripping himself away from you. Quickly, he pulled up his pants and made himself presentable for the person that had decided to crash his party. 

Opening the door revealed a stressed out Sir Wade. “Clive, you need to come quick-” Clive snorted in response, the wording unfortunate. “Why, what happened?” He saw the worried look on his friend’s face. “They’re fighting on the square, I-” He internally cursed, understanding why Wade had knocked on his door. “Who is fighting exactly?” He tried. “A few of the carpenters with the stonemasons. Something about workload… We need to do something.” You could hear the muffled conversation at the door. Your breath was heavy, your body still aching for release. But at that moment you understood what Clive had meant. “I’m sorry Wade. Y/N is not feeling well, and I’m afraid she’ll get worse. I… want to help, but I’m not the right person at the moment. Have you checked with Oscar? If you can get them to split, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” Compared to your time at the Hideaway, Clive would never even think about refusing Sir Wade. He would do it all and be exhausted at the end of the day. Just like you. You rolled over to your side, your knees no longer able to hold you up.

The door opened a few minutes later. Clive stared at you, you parted lips, sweaty skin, twitching pussy. The conversation with Wade had put a hold on his mood, but the moment he laid eyes on you again, his pants became too tight. “...I’m sorry…” You whimpered, just before Clive wanted to apologize. “What?” He asked, climbing on the bed to remove your blindfold. Tear stained eyes looked at him, and his previous anger vanished. “You’re right… I should’ve been more mindful about it.” You continued, voice still hoarse. “I should’ve talked about it with you.” While Clive had changed, you didn’t mean to fill in the gaps. You really didn’t. But it happened, and the both of you let it continue until this seemed the only solution. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s all I need.” He discarded the fabric, his eyes not leaving you. “Shall I untie you?” “Clive… Please… I need you to finally let me cum! It’s been hours, I can’t-” The dark haired man smirked. He moved back in front of you, pushing your knees further out. “How do you want me to do it?” Clive asked, that devilish smirk never leaving his face. He needed you to say it.

You groaned. “You fucking villain.” You replied, glaring at him. He didn’t move, so you slightly panicked. “...Your cock. Please…” Clive saw your eyes roll back when he pushed his stiff length in your wet cunt again. The sloppy noises from his hard thrusting sounded like music in his ears. Your moans his favorite song. “Don’t hold back my love.” He groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly again. “Oh Founder-” You felt the heat pooling in your stomach. “Harder!” You begged, and Clive happily obeyed, rubbing your clit in fast circles with his thumb. And when that orgasm came, which it inevitably did, your body tensed up so hard that Clive winced. “Ahhhh!” You exclaimed, not able to hold back.

The ropes kept you contained, and your walls clenched Clive so hard he immediately came with a loud groan. “Fuck.” He’d wanted it to last a little longer, riding out your highs as hard as he could. But you were on the brink of consciousness, and it was time to remove your restraints. Still he took his sweet time as he was panting heavily, his spent gushing out of you. “Are you okay?” He asked, a little worried as you were still not moving. Your chest heaved up and down, and you gave a small nod. He planted a kiss on your hair, like he always did after the two of you were intimate. “I’ll prepare a bath.” Clive said after he freed you. “T-Thanks.” You replied shakily. “...You still love me, right?” You asked, worried about the anger you felt from him a while ago. “Hmmm? Of course. Even with dried up snot on your face. That will never change.” His words were gentle as he joked, and you could only smile in response. “You even get bonus points for looking hot while your pussy is dripping with my cum.” “You’re a filthy man, you know that?” You were both grinning. “As I recall, I told you I wasn’t a saint. Same as you, I suppose.” “Yeah, fair. I’ll need a massage from you, my joints are aching.” You said, grin wider while you sat up. Not a saint, still a wonderful husband. Clive smiled, nodding without having to think about it. “I’d love to.”

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the great thing about being a fanfic writer: if there's a certain fanfic plot you can't find, you can make it yourself.

the terrible thing about being a fanfic writer: now you *have* to write that fanfic plot you can't find.

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in 2025 let’s bring back being enthusiastic on ao3. leave a comment on every chapter. leave kudos and, if necessary, leave “double kudos” in the comments. tags and notes on bookmarks. the whole nine yards. let’s show fanfic authors how much we love them.

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Chapter 6 of Dominant's Wrath is up!

This chapter includes the previously posted snippet of 'Bodyguard'.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61674058/chapters/157656949

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Clive Rosfield/Reader Characters: Clive Rosfield, Jill Warrick, Barnabas Tharmr, Tarja (Final Fantasy XVI), Gav (Final Fantasy XVI), Otto (Final Fantasy XVI) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Reader-Insert, Action & Romance

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New year new chapter! 4 is hot off the press :)

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clive Rosfield/Reader Characters: Clive Rosfield, Jill Warrick, Barnabas Tharmr, Tarja (Final Fantasy XVI), Gav (Final Fantasy XVI), Otto (Final Fantasy XVI) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Reader-Insert, Action & Romance Summary:

What if you were in Valisthea? What would happen to Clive? Your life was tragic before you were rescued by Cid and Clive, but you are determined to make the best of it. With your thieving and fighting skills, you are sure to make an impact at the Hideaway. You are ready to prove yourself, even if you have to do things you don't like. And everything changes when Hugo Kupa attacks.

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Account is here, fanfic is live! First two chapters on, more to follow weekly :) Enjoy!

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Still no account, but another snippet of this big ass fanfic below!

A bit more details this time;

it's going to be a slow burn (enjoy the over 80 pages folks...)

in the story/snippet , you just learned to read (why hello harsh childhood)

This part comes after 'Size doesn't matter'

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Bodyguard

The following days, you found yourself traveling with Clive to Northreach. Each on a chocobo, you made quick work on arriving at the Veil. You were fine with staying there, but Clive had assured you it was too noisy over there. So instead, you stayed at an inn just outside the city. “A room for me and my bodyguard.” You said to the innkeep. You found it hilarious that you pretended to be a wealthy merchant that needed Clive as a bodyguard. He still had his Branded tattoo, as Clive insisted the other cursebreakers where to go first with the procedure. You were actually on a trip to buy more supplies for it. But anyone would've been fine, so you were not sure why he asked you to come with him.

“The Branded can stay in the stables with the others.” The innkeep replied, assuming you wouldn't want him close during the night.

“On the contrary.” You replied with a fancy accent. You even bought some fake jewelry for the occasion. “He can sleep on the floor in my room. He's my bodyguard after all.” You didn't even spare him a glance, and you easily convinced the innkeep to allow the bearer to join you in your suite.

“As you wish ma’am.” He replied, handing you your keys.

“Quite convincing.” Clive spoke up the moment you locked the suite door behind you.

“Don't worry, I'll sleep on the floor.” You said, feeling sorry for the treatment he'd gotten the past days. Like your father treated you, Clive was still being treated every day. You didn't need an explanation on why the world had to change. Another valid reason to stay and help out in the Hideaway.

“No it's okay. You should sleep on the fancy bed. I already have one at the Hideaway.” Clive replied, trying to convince you. You wouldn't call that bed of his fancy.

“You know, I've read about this trope.” You said, sitting on the bed. Clive looked at you after he put his sword against the wall. “Yeah that's right, I've moved on from the children's books.” You were proud of that.

“I'm not sure where you're going with this. You booked the room.” Clive replied.

“You asked me along though. This bed is big enough for the both of us, and you with that tattoo would never get your own room.” You observed him, looking straight at his blue eyes.

“...” His eyes widened, as it dawned on him what you were getting at. When he was little, Jill was more into romantic fantasies than he was. She would often tell him how the two love interests got together. “I can assure you that I did not ask you along to end up in bed with you.” Clive defended. He had to admit that he might've entertained the thought the first day when you cooked that stew, but it had been years since then and valued your friendship more than anything. “Okay. In any case, you sleep on the right.” You say rather commanding, as to not show you were nervous. You trusted Clive with your life, but had never slept in the same room as a man. Clive just nodded, taking off his cape.

“The shops have closed by now, so let's take it easy and have a good night's rest before doing what we came here to do.” He said seriously, gladly changing the subject

Odd. I already thought we were leaving late. Is he trying to take it easier for once? 

“Alright.” You said, taking off your boots. 

I can do that. I'll just act like normal and we'll be on our way tomorrow.

You undressed, leaving on your shirt and smalls. You took your book from your bag and settled under the blankets. Clive undressed as well, leaving on his pants. “You don't need to keep that on because of me, that's probably uncomfortable.” You said, looking at his back. It surprised you how you were so casual on this. It was just Clive after all.

We're both adults here. This is no different than sleeping outside with Dio and Trevor.

“It's fine.” Clive just said. Maybe you made him uncomfortable, you realized. You shrugged, and got back to your book. It was a fantasy story about magical rings. “You got quite into reading.” Clive commented after he got under the covers, seeing you furrow your brows and staring intently at the pages.

“I promised Harpocrates I'd practice every day. This book however, has such long descriptions. Really easy to fall asleep to though.” You replied, flipping the page. Clive silently admired the effort you put in. He tried waiting until you put your book away, but his eyes got so heavy that he failed to stay awake.

...

If you still wanted a good night's rest, now was the time to put your book away. Clive was already fast asleep. He looked very peaceful. His chest went up and down in a steady rhythm. You could see several scars on his upper chest and shoulders alone. With a wry smile you observed him a little while longer. With his hair out of the way, you saw his full face for the first time. The stubble framed his face, the scar on his cheek, and there were no wrinkles or frowns on his forehead at the moment. You sighed, putting away your book and turning off the light.

Clive nudged you awake the next day. He was already dressed, which surprised you. “Oh, thanks for waking me.” You said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Clive just smiled as he turned his back to you as he waited for you to get dressed. As you put on your pants, Clive spoke up.

“We have some time after this, if you want to go somewhere?” You just finished putting your shirt in your pants.

“Huh? No that's fine, I know you're busy.” You replied, finding the question odd. You couldn't see Clive rolling his eyes.

“Listen.” He turned around. “Jill told me about your last bearer rescue. How you-”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You deflected. It was a bit early to talk about your shortcomings.

“I'm sorry, it happened because of me.” He looked at you, and you met his gaze.

“What are you talking about? We failed to bring back a single soul, and you're worried that some bastard spit in my face?”

“Y/N…” You mentally slapped yourself. 

What is it with me and spitting people? Can I get a grip please?

And then you realized why he asked you along. To get out of it for a bit. Do something different. Take a bit more time. He felt guilty. “A talk would have sufficed, Clive. No need to go through all this trouble.” This suite suddenly felt ridiculous. Clive acting like your bodyguard felt ridiculous.

“I wanted to. I'm putting everyone in a tough spot, and you don't want me to at least try to bring some distraction when I think it's going too far? I saw how Jill looked. How you seclude yourself even more.” It was a desperate plea, and you felt your stomach churn.

“You should've asked Jill to come along, not me. She's better at these kinds of things.” Jill had a more sophisticated aura about her, and was better at shopping for fair deals than you were. You sighed, letting yourself fall back on the bed.

“Jill is accompanying Tarja. And it's about you right now.” Clive calmly said, as he moved over and laid next to you. You both stared at the ceiling. “I need you to buy me some medicine.” He chuckled at the notion. “These people won't talk to me, until this brand is off my face.” You turned your head towards Clive. He looked back. A moment of silence before you relented.

“Okay fine. We're doing this because you need the stuff for your operation, not because of me needing a distraction or whatever.”

“Good enough for me.” Clive said, as your gazes were still on each other. For a moment you thought something was going to happen. Then there was a knock on the door. “Breakfast ma'am, served in your room, just like you asked.”

[vprosper]

Clive x reader, been working on a story thats well over 80 pages by now... Will be posted on Ao3 when I get an account. Let me know what you think! A little snippet below: ------

Size doesn't matter

“Worked some overtime yesterday to get these finished.” Blackthorne said when you came to collect your daggers. “Lady Charon already mentioned to me that I’m trouble.” You sighed with a wry smile. As a peace offering, you gave him packaged food. “Something to replenish your energy.” He took it with a raised eyebrow. It was the same hearty cake you offered to Tarja yesterday. “Hah, wasting more of our pantry are we?” Blackthorne joked. “I invite you to say that again after you tasted it.” You said confidently. The blacksmith shrugged, a small smile escaping his lips. “Sure.” 

“There you are.” Clive appeared behind you, his tall figure casting a shadow over you. “Oh hey. Welcome back.” “Have you been sitting in the sun?” He asked curiously, giving you a once over. “You could say that. You ready for some sparring?” You replied, while inspecting the daggers that Blackthorne had given you. He made them perfect to your specifications. The hilt was green, with the leather that you provided. Blades were sharp, the length of your underarm, with a little hook at the end, that you preferred to lace with poison for a particularly nasty opponent. “You want to fight me with those?” Clive asked, comparing it with the huge slab of steel he had on his back. “Heh. You’re really going to make me say it?” You say, shaking your head with a grin. “What? I don’t-” You put the blades into the belt at your side. At least that was rescued along with your old clothes. “It’s not about the size of the blade, but what you do with it.” You enjoyed the blush that crept on his face. The surprise in his eyes. “Oh so you do get it.” Adding to his uncomfortable expression, you smiled wider. “After you, I don’t know a good spot to practice.” The duality was not lost on everyone in the vicinity. Clive fell silent, just motioning to follow him. The mental battle was half the race, and you’re one step ahead.