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snakegorl212006 · 23 days

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Inspired by the latest FF16 request, the reader from our world gets their secret reviled via their journal which had old polaroid photos of their latest trip to New York before getting isekai by truck-kun.

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------------Clive + Jill-------------

-Clive and jill would gosp about it to themself -like if there S/o tells them that there from another world, they would gosp about what questions they should ask -Jill is less surprise then Clive for you abilities seemed odd -none of them would ever bring up the fact that you left your diary open and they just happen to find it laying around for anyone to see -your secret is safe with them

---------Joshua + Jote-----------

-jote would want to confront you about it but she doesn't want you not to trust her after peaking in your book when cleaning

-....yeah Joshua thought your diary was an actual book with a weird ending. Until he saw a page about himself

Joshua if he got caught:

-he would never admit he read it all even if you told them the truth

-he just nods his head and acts surprise about it all

-they wouldn't care that you’re from another world but would feel bad about you and how there’s a little to no chance of returning home

-they hope you find a home with them

------------Cid---------------

-would genuinely feel guilty for reading a snippet of your journal -he would admit that he saw what you wrote about your past -he feels horrible that you were taken away just like that -by a truck,he probably thinks it some beast -other then that he doesn't care that much about his lover being from another world -the hideaway is full of outcast so you just fit right in

S/o: hey cid.. I’m not from this world

Cid:

------------Benedikta----------------

-she wants to feel angry that you never told her about this -but she also feels angry that your home was strip away from you just like that -half is genuine and half is just pity -she would confront you about what was written and would ask why you never said anything -it would hurt her a lot if you hide this part of your life from her but i don’t think she would be salty about it -she has stuff from her past she would hide from you too coughpast relationships cough -I don’t think she would get rid of your journal but would prefer if you didn’t hide anything important from her

--------------Dion + Terence------------

-would NEVER tell you that they took a peak in your book -but they would also feel bad that you were taken out like that -once you tell them where you’re from, they would ask a bunch of questions -”who’s truck-kun?” -”(name of place your from) sound like a nice place” -”what’s a ‘florida man’” -” why is the sound of a clock a ‘app’” -would encourage you keep this secret as well -Terence would make sure your journal is safe and tuck away -Dion would buy you a locket for your book -both would ask you to tell them stories about your home land

--------Barnabas +Sleipnir---------------

-oh they knew from the beginning -Barnabas would find out everything about you big or small -Sleipnir would think it laughable that you would hide this from them -but they would wait for you to come clean first -sure you’re from another world big deal but that might come with a advantage -lets say the world of FF16 was the videogame we all love -if Barnabas finds out about you playing 16 , he would utilize you so his plans can succeed -you could see the future after all

---------Hugo-----------

-would look but wouldn't care to bring it up -it’s your choice if you wish to discuss your origins and at this point it doesn't matter -he loves you and would go to hell and back for you -you're from another world? Ok that’s nice what do you want for dinner -I just don’t see him caring that much -it doesn't change the way he sees you in fact it just amplifies your uniqueness

#final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 16 x reader #clive rosfield x reader #jill warrick x reader #jote x reader #benedikta harman x reader #cidolfus telamon x reader #hugo kupka x reader #barnabas tharmr x reader #sleipnir harbard x reader #joshua rosfield x reader #dion lesage x reader #terence x reader #ff16 x reader

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hopefully-helpful-daemon · 3 months

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*playing a team sport*

Terence: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Jote?

Joshua: Have you ever played a game with Jote?

Terence: No…

Joshua: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a Wyvern?

*Meanwhile, on the other side of the field*

Jote, chasing Dion: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!!!!

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fancy-plans · 11 months

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I know that no one follows me for final fantasy stuff, but I need to write out my thoughts/interpretation the Final Fantasy XVI ending, and tumblr allows for good spoiler protection, so forgive my indulgence.

SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU'VE BEAT FFXVI

Okay. Now, as much as I hate it, I think Dion is definitely dead, or meant to have died. While there's no question in my mind that this is the game's intent, the fate of any of the three who faced Ultima can be easily amended with enough will (hehe) or copium. We only see Dion falling, we don't see him actually die, so why can't Dion be to FFXVI what Shepard is to Mass Effect 3? Joshua (if he lived), or Terence, or Medicine Girl, can be there searching for him in the rubble, find him, heal him. But yes, for me personally this is a pure copium interpretation none-the-less.

As for Clive, I also think he is definitely dead. He states that Ultima's power was too much for his vessel body in the end, and we see the curse taking him on the beach, spreading from his fingertips to his entire hand within seconds. We also see Metia fading, which indicates Clive's death.

The main argument I see for Clive's survival is that in the final Jill quest, she says that no matter how bad the night is, the dawn will always come, as will Clive. And then when Jill is crying, she sees the dawn come, and stops crying. However, I think that's just her finding hope in the darkness, and through her grief, taking comfort in the knowledge that Clive did indeed save the world so that a new dawn would always come.

This also fits with the lyrics of the song that play at the end, My Star, which go:

For your flame still burns inside me deep within my heart Showing me, a new tomorrow, never too far And when I cannot bear the pain, I look up to the sky and pray And though our night is over you shall always remain, forever, my treasure, my star

Yeah, those lyrics definitely say "Clive is dead" to me, sadly. I think Clive's fate is of course debatable, and I see a lot of people convinced that he survived. But, for me, as much as I wish he did, I just don't think he lived.

Now, finally, to Joshua, the most complicated one. The biggest piece of evidence for Joshua's survival is THE BOOK. Final Fantasy, written by Joshua Rosfield. A lot of people think that Clive wrote the book under Joshua's name due to the quill that Harpocrates gave to him, but... why? That makes no sense to me. If they wanted to show that Clive survived and wrote the book, the book would have just had Clive's byline. Let's not forget that Harpocrates also said that Joshua is a gifted writer, so Harpocrates' crumbs don't lead only to Clive as the author.

There's also the interpretation that Clive/Jill had a son named Joshua who wrote the book. While more plausible to me and also a sweet interpretation, it still seems like quite a big reach. Or, perhaps Joshua had already been writing the book while he was alive, and Clive finished/published it? But when Harpocrates tells Clive that Joshua would be a good writer (which he also says to Clive to keep us all confused, lulz), it's implied that there really isn't time for anyone to be writing, but maybe after Ultima's defeat it's the pen they could turn to.

So, of all the explanations for the book, I think that Joshua surviving and writing it is the most likely, and the reason for that being shown at the end when it easily didn't have to be shown at all. And let's also not forget that the name Joshua derives from Yeshua, the Hebrew name for Jesus. Jesus and the Phoenix, these are both figures who rise again.

But, that of course begets the problem of how, actually, did he survive when he was most definitely dead? Joshua even explicitly says in an earlier scene that the Phoenix can mend flesh, but not restore a spirit. Yet, the difference from then and the end is that when Clive healed Joshua, he was using the power he absorbed from Ultima, the power of a God. We know this because after Clive heals Joshua, he states that his body wasn't enough to be able to handle Ultima's power after all. And if Ultima's power wasn't important narratively, then Clive could have healed Joshua's flesh once he absorbed the Phoenix's power, rather than this act occurring after. Besides, whatever he did to Joshua must have utilized a great deal of power, not just the power of simple healing/mending flesh, to have been too much for his vessel body. And while the powers of the Phoenix can't restore a spirit on their own, we really don't know what they would be capable of in conjunction with Ultima's power.

Even before this, we know that Joshua's power earlier went to bounds that it should not have been able to when he reached Clive, who was trapped in Ultima's nightmare realm. Ultima says something like, "You shouldn't have the power to do this. How is this possible? This is the power of creation," (paraphrase). I think that Joshua and Clive's powers, when fueled by their will, determination, and brotherly love, are capable of stretching beyond any normal bounds. There's no telling what they'd be capable of when combined with Ultima's power. Therefore, as Clive cycles through the memories of his brother and burns with the will for the power to heal him, Clive was able to actually revive Joshua at the end.

My last though on Joshua surviving is not based on any actual game events/lore/evidence, so might perhaps be more copium fueled, but I think it also makes more sense for Clive's story arc. The game begins with him (nearly) killing his brother, and a full loop would end with him saving him. Final Fantasy XVI is after all, more than anything, a story of brotherly love. For Clive's final act to be to save his brother and fulfill his duty as Joshua's shield, is a much more satisfying and complete story and character arc imo.

Anyway, those are just my thoughts. Like I said, it's really up to interpretation which, if any of those three, might have survived. The only thing that would change that would be if we got a post-game DLC that confirmed things one way or another. But, for now, this is what makes the most sense to me, for better or worse.

#ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #spoilers #seriously big ending spoilers #joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #dion lesage

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vixenofthemist · 9 months

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One of my fav flavors of FlareKnight and UndyingFlames interaction is in the inbetween stage of Terence and Dion getting back together after Origin where I think Jote would just unwaveringly be supportive of Terence's side bc while she understands w h y Dion did what he did it hits a little too close to home and she cannot fathom how hurt she'd feel in Terence's shoes and feels a little protective of him. Yes he may be older than her and like an entire foot and a half taller it changes nothing.

Meanwhile Joshua is looking up from the book he was reading blinking bc he just found out Dion and Terence were even together when Jote came up to him and said "We're on Terence's side of the divorce btw" man was only thinking about world ending gods he picked up on jack shit (bless him)

#undyingflame #shuate #flareknight #teredion #its 2 am #take none of this seriously #the mental image of Jote saying we're on terence's side of the divorce compelled me to make this entire post #she found out dion left terence nothing but a letter and child support #and decided if Terence asked it would be on sight with that man #i love all these characters sm

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rydiathesummoner · 4 months

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Sylvestre is Suburban Baseball Mom

We all know Sylvestre is a shitty parent to Dion, and due to the circumstances in the story he seems exaggerated. But as a parent, I have seen firsthand over and over that Sylvestre is a shitty parent, but he's also a depressingly common parent.

If Sylvestre and Dion lived in 2024, I can already predict exactly how it would go. Dion would absolutely be the straight-A sports star student. Sylvestre would have his Facebook profile totally public from the moment Dion was born with weekly posts of his amazing and perfect child. Look at my son, walking at 7 months! Look at my son, learning to talk and read early! Look at my son, starting baseball at 3! Here's a post of his first home run! Here's 500 posts of our perfectly lit, professionally taken family photos!

Everyone goes on about what a great and involved father Sylvestre is. He goes to EVERY baseball game. He even pays for private baseball lessons to make sure Dion stays at the top of his game! He talks with his buddies all the time about Dion. Dion was MVP last game! Dion hit 5 home runs! Dion got straight A's again this year, of course!

But nobody takes notice of the things Sylvestre DOESN'T say. There are no random lunch selfies of Facebook. He stopped reading to Dion in kindergarten because Dion can now read to himself. He didn't brag to his buddies about Dion's 1550 SAT score because it wasn't a 1600. Sylvestre doesn't scold Dion when his team loses, he just says nothing at all. It never occurred to Dion to ask himself if he even likes baseball. It's just a part of his life. Dion has said absolutely nothing to his father about his "friend" Terence because he just doesn't want the drama of disappointing his father. Sylvestre doesn't have a problem with gay men, really! He's not a bigot! It's OK when other people's sons are gay! Just... not his. I mean, how would Sylvestre explain that to the neighbors? It's just too complicated so no, his pride and joy is Totally Straight.

Then later in life when Dion yeets a spear through his chest doesn't call or visit for Christmas Sylvestre is all like "my son is so ungrateful! After all I did for him!" when all he needed to do was read books with his kid and ask how he likes baseball.

#I bet Dion would need a lot of therapy #this is literally my neighbor #ffxvi #ff16 #dion lesage #sylvestre lesage

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r-yui · 9 months

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I owe the Phoenix my wings - becomes the brothers' uber I owe her my life - sends Terence, the love of his life, to save Kihel

Dion did what he had said in a very literal way I find this part of his character cute (and tragic)

#dion lesage #sir terence #ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #thoughts #He could have paid her with his idk earrings or a belt lol I think it's suffice with the poultices bill but nah #Dion doesn't do anything by halves #he desperately seeks the way to make Terence and Kihel safe and this plan hits two birds with a stone #teredio

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fifteenleads · 11 months

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An Evening Lark

Final Fantasy XVI | Dion Lesage/Terence | 1.9k | Gen | Complete

Dion spends his nights of respite away from Oriflamme on occasion, escaping incognito to a tavern located on its outskirts to drink alone. Terence goes with him one of those nights.

All I can say is, thank you for the amazing food, Mr. Clarke. The entire FlareKnight / TeDi fandom loves you.

Contrary to popular belief, there were days when Whitewyrm castle was quiet in the evenings: no galas, no balls, no parties to be had. Even the powerful needed their rest, as they said.

Dion spent his nights of respite away from Oriflamme, so to speak, occasionally escaping incognito to a tavern located on its outskirts. As much as he enjoyed his days away from the battlefield at home or in the company of his men, there were times when he wished to be by himself, somewhere no one recognized him. These instances have only grown in number since his father remarried the former duchess of Rosaria and sired his younger brother, Olivier.

This particular tavern served good alcohol for a fair price. The first time Dion was here, he’d taken a way too huge swig of ale than he’d been used to and choked on it—hardly his proudest moment, but no one he knew had been there to see it. He’d ended up only drinking water for the rest of that night. Even to this day, one of the older servers still remembered it, setting a cup of water beside his usual order of alcohol whenever he went to visit.

Dion did get better at drinking with time. If anything, these occasional larks had probably contributed to his now-stronger tolerance to alcohol. It helped him with his official appearances at events in the castle, as back then he couldn’t drink as much as he did now, lest he get caught doing things a prince shouldn’t do—not that it could ever happen, as Terence was usually there to cover him at all times.

Tonight was yet another of those nights. Dion feigned tiredness at family supper to escape the Empress’ biting remarks, which had been growing worse as Olivier grew older. He prepared to leave the castle again, clad in a nondescript modest attire and his hair undone. A passing guardsman looked the other way; he probably understood his lord’s intentions despite their eyes never having met. Then after, getting past Terence’s room was easy.

But Terence, on his way back to his quarters, caught Dion red-handed. “Where are you going, Your Highness?”

“Just to the balcony, to get some fresh air. It has been a long day.”

“There is one in your room,” Terence pointed out. “Also if I may be so bold, milord, you seem to be dressed as if you are headed somewhere and wish for no one to find out.”

Dion should have known his fib wouldn’t get through. Terence clearly knew Dion better than he gave him credit for, after having served as his squire for all these years now. “And I would have you look the other way, too, for this night and all others I shall do the same. You are dismissed, Terence.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” With that, Terence finally retired to his room, and Dion heaved a small sigh of relief. Certain that no one else would stop him from leaving now, he turned the corner toward the next hallway leading to the side gate. The guardsmen there usually left their post at this time of evening to dine with the chambermaids.

No sooner had these thoughts crossed his mind than a thick, dark cloth was thrown over him from behind, obscuring his vision. Dion whirled back at his assailant, ready to strike, and was only met with a frowning Terence, wearing a similarly-colored cloak over earthen-colored clothes and boots. The first thing that crossed his confused mind was how handsome his squire was.

“Your outfit gives too much of you away,” Terence didn’t give Dion a chance to protest. “Keep that on at all times; it will help with the cold.”

Dion could merely stare dumbfoundedly as Terence counted the change in his purse. He was still staring by the time Terence was done. “What is it, Your Highness?”

“You were dismissed, Terence.”

“I was. My liege gave me leave to do as I wished for the rest of the night, so I have merely done so.”

The realization hit Dion like a speeding carriage before it dawned on him. “You mean…”

“Think nothing of it, milord. I merely feel like drinking, too.”

With a friend, Terence clearly didn’t say. That was when Dion knew he’d lost this particular battle. His squire really knew him too well, so to allow his company simply became the best course of action for them both.

Dion remained deep in thought as he followed Terence from behind. He found the frankness Terence had displayed earlier oddly refreshing, unlike his usual modest, respectful demeanor while he was on the job. Even his manner of speaking had changed entirely, if their short banter while crossing through Oriflamme’s night market was of any indication. It seemed like Terence was truly making good of acting “as a friend;” if anything, it will help keep up the charade better.

The coat Dion wore now was a little bigger than his usual size; Terence’s growth spurt had been kinder to him than it had been to Dion, a fact he secretly resented back when they were youths who had yet to come of age. He still thought about it now, he realized, as his gaze lingered upon Terence’s broad shoulders longer than it should have. Dion hid the blush that crept up his face by pulling the hood of his coat lower.

If Terence had noticed the unusual way Dion oddly shuffled along, he made no mention of it at all. So Dion let himself indulge a little more, studying intently the way Terence walked, his strides longer and more confident than Dion had first remembered. The curve of his shoulder blades, the arch of his back. The way his muscled form filled out his shirt to almost-bursting. Since when has he grown up like this, Dion wondered to himself.

And Dion hadn't know it yet, but this was the moment he fell in love.

They ended up at an alehouse even further than Dion’s usual haunt. Terence had heard that this particular place carried really good ale known far and wide, and if the rumors are true, a particularly-special brew that was only served once in a blue moon would be available only for tonight.

“Well, yer in luck,” the house master smirked at them as they took their seats at the bar, putting before them two cold tankards of fresh ale. “Here’s the last of it. Enjoy, lads.”

“Thank you, sir,” Terence spoke on their behalf, leaving a handful of gil on the counter in exchange for their drinks. The look on Terence’s face as he took his first swig of the drink was undeniably of utter delight, a carefree moan escaping from him as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Oooh, this is the stuff! Nothing like the swill they serve back at the barracks, that’s for sure.” The house master merely grinned from behind the counter in reply.

Dion wasn’t used to this Terence at all. The one he’s always known was stern and serious to a fault, even during the times Dion himself tried to get him to open up. Mayhap he’d always had his walls up the entire time, given their different stations in life. Their fates and the resulting relationship they would have with each other had already been decided upon their births. ‘A humble, loyal servant’, Terence had introduced himself then, and Dion could do naught but nod in acknowledgement.

The memory of it hurt Dion now, more than he’d expected it to. While he highly appreciated Terence’s undivided loyalty, he also desired his friendship. He found that he loved this Terence before him: one without worry and without care, with his guard down, and simply enjoying this moment. Enjoying simpler times in between the difficult ones, now growing fewer and farther in between as war loomed on the horizon.

Dion looked down into his tankard, the cool ale reflecting his downcast eyes. He firmly shook his head; now was not the time for such sad thoughts, he decided, taking a huge swig out of his own drink. “Damn, this is good,” he let himself exclaim, after the alcohol smoothly went down his gullet. He felt Terence’s warm eyes on him, no doubt happy for his liege—friend. Whatever Dion was to him at the moment, since he’s already been dismissed for the night.

The ale was gone too quickly after that, and they ended up ordering several more tankards of a weaker brew in order to stay longer. This particular brew was free-flowing from the tap for a set fee, and they would enjoy it for all they could for however long they were allowed. The rest of the alehouse’s patrons also remained for the same purpose, it seemed, so ultimately there was still profit to be had.

Right now, said patrons were drunkenly singing songs of the sea and sky, all of which were familiar to Dion’s ears from his times at the encampment. After a while, Terence also softly sang along— this one was about “Dion the Bold”, made popular by a traveling bard who hailed from Lostwing. The first time he’d heard it at one of his previous escapades, Dion’s ears had immediately burned and he’d returned home earlier than usual, immediately burying his face into his pillow to suppress a scream of embarrassment.

Dion turned to Terence, undoubtedly even more mortified this time. Luckily, the hood hid the worst of the confusion and panic reflected in his eyes, but Terence merely faced him with a reassuring smile, as the song and the noise and the entire alehouse faded away all around them, and all Dion could register was the way his heart beat faster than it ever had.

“It’s all true, though, my prince,” Terence gently affirmed, clearly not as drunk as Dion initially thought he was. “You ought to give yourself more credit for all that you’ve done for the Empire. For your people.”

Dion gulped audibly at that, choking a sob that threatened to rise from his throat. All the empty praises and grand adulations that brought him no joy for the longest time, instantly swept away by a casual remark from one so close to him. The reassurance he didn’t know he needed to hear until now, he realized, as his eyes welled with tears unbidden and his hands trembled around the tankard he held.

Oh, his inebriation finally caught up to him, Dion thought absently. Immediately he felt soft lips briefly trace over the wet track his tears had left over his face—one side, then the other. “It’s all right, Dion,” Terence said softly, placing a gentle hand over his shoulder. “I’m here.”

Dion looked up into Terence’s steel-gray eyes, the flickering candlelight from the center of the hall reflected in them. He thought he felt those same soft lips cover his own, but he probably couldn’t have, because Terence’s shadow over him was gone the next moment and he’s back to nursing his own tankard.

He’s not going to talk about it in the morning, Dion mused ruefully. Probably chalk it all up to bravado brought about by inebriation. A shame, really, but that’s how it all ought to be between them. He was happy for now, though, having discovered more sides of his beloved squire outside of their official positions during the day.

Dion smiled to himself at the thought as he downed the rest of his ale. Terence was similarly grinning into his, too, face flushed from his own drunkenness, and hopefully other thoughts. Perhaps he felt the same way but doesn’t yet have the courage to say so, if Dion may be so bold to hope for such, and he swore to make it a reality someday.

#final fantasy xvi #ff16 #flareknight #dion x terence #dion lesage #sir terence #pre-relationship fic #fluff #love epiphany

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gloomyswritings · 10 months

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the ties that bind | joshua rosfield x fem! reader

chapter vi - glimmer

warnings : none

note: this chapter is almost 3K words next chapter probably gonna be a roll coaster and long also or it may be short i haven’t decided yet. anyways hope you like!!! i’ll probably change pics every 5 chapters so it doesn’t look so same old same old. as always critiques comments everything is always appreciated ♥️♥️

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You had come to hate the hate the words fate, destiny, purpose. You had even begun to despise the very concept of a God. If fate-destiny were real and then why were you given the short end of the stick. Eight long years had passed since you awoke as the Dominant of Leviathan yet your family only visited a couple of times though you didn’t know if it was by choice. Tatiana had retired soon after your departure from the Dominion your mother saying it was conflict issues which pushed her away. Eight long years since you were married off, and eight long years since Joshua’s passing. It still did not get easier with time but you found yourself thinking less and less about him as time passed. Perhaps it was your mind protecting you from the inevitable pain that always came when you thought of that day. only ten years old when you lost what you had now realized the love of your life. It wasn’t fair but that’s how life goes; you wouldn’t be first nor the last person to lose someone they loved. But Life in the Empire was proved to be rather good—easy going you lived an even more lavish lifestyle then you did back in the Dominion, though it was to be expected since you were engaged to the future Emperor of the Holy Empire. You hatred towards Dion lessened the more time you spent with him and now you considered him your closest friend. You two weren’t lovers no you both understood that you were put into a political marriage. It still made you laugh though when you confessed to to Dion some years ago that you had grown feelings for him; you now blame your hormones. But that is not to say you two don’t engage in playful flirting with one another to keep up the facade you both are in love.

“D-Dion…I think perhaps I may have some feelings for you but I do not know if it’s only because we spend so much time with one another and we’re to be married.” You confessed shyly to the Prince. Dion’s amber eyes widened in shock his face beet red. Immediately you regretted your decision to tell him your feelings. Huffing in annoyance you turned on your heels beginning to walk away flustered. “W-wait ______!” He called out grabbing your wrist. “Please let me say something at least.” He sighed rubbing his temples. You raised a brow motioning when your hand for him to hurry and speak.

“I…promise to keep this a secret between you and I.” He began awaiting for your response. You nodded, “Alright I promise I suppose.”

“I care for you deeply not because we are to married but I do not feel romantic feelings towards…uh…um….women?” He said quietly. Your grey eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth with your hands trying to suppress your surprise. “You see Sir Terence and I, we have recently confessed our feelings towards one another. We are in a secret relationship and now you know our secret. I trust it will remain that way, yes?” Dion asked hesitantly scared of how you might reply. Suddenly it all made sense, they always spent time with one another you noticed the small differences in their personalities when they were around one another. Then you began to giggle tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “________?”’ Dion asked. Shaking you head you used your fingers to wipe the tears away, “I’m okay Dion. I just should of assumed you two were together, with all the time you spend around one another. Your secrets safe with me your highness.” You have him a close eyed smile. Of course the one another person you felt safe with was in love with someone else; not that you blamed the Prince you didn’t love him that way either it was you just coping with the loss of your lovely dear friend Joshua. Dion had gotten to know you that he now understood why you were crying he smiled sympathetically pulling you into his warm embrace.

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“Your lance work is awful ______.” Dion laughed as he came behind you pressing his broad chest against your back his calloused hands wrapping around yours as he adjusted your grip on the metal lance. He used his foot to spread your legs into a defensive stance. Your thin (color) brows furrowed together in annoyance. “Well you know I’m better off with a damn sword anyways. That’s the difference between you and I; you’re a Dragoon and I am humble swords lady.” You spoke a tinge of amusement playing on your plump lips. Stepping back Dion laughed once again, “Humble? Not the word I’d use to describe you.” He smirked watching as you gripped the lance uncomfortably in your hands. “Dion enough you’re flustering our humble princess.” Terence scolded light heartedly, he stood a few feet in front of you holding the metal lance in his hands—it was far more natural looking when he held the weapon.

Finally having enough of their teasing you decided to go for it, dashing towards the brunett you raising your lance in the air ready to strike. This was the perfect opportunity! You caught him off guard but in a spilt second you fell to the ground your weapon flying away from you before landing with a loud metal clink. “What how?!” You couldn’t believe it how did you get bested when you had the advantage!? Terence leaned down offering his hand for support which you took rather aggressively, once to your feet you began to pout childishly. “Terence won because he never lets his guard down ______. You’re too brazen that’s why you lost against Garuda last time. If I hadn’t been there who knows what would of happened. You think because Leviathan can move quickly and you have a size advantage you can win but take your defeat against Garuda as a lesson. I won’t always be there to aid you. I’m sure father will soon enough have us on different fronts.” Dion’s playful demeanor was gone now, he spoke so seriously you could tell he was concerned for your well being. He didn’t care that you were Dominant he cared because you were human—a close friend.

It was embarrassing to be scolded nonetheless so you fixated your gaze on the stone ground kicking your foot at the ground. “I..I know this Dion. I’ll get stronger you don’t have to worry about me.” You tried to reassure him with a smile. Terence broke the tension placing an arm around both you and Dion’s shoulders, “Ah we’ll mistakes happen and we grow from them. Come let’s get cleaned up for dinner.” He beamed leading the three of you out of the training grounds.

Dinner with royal family of Sanbreque was awfully boring especially for you. It reminded you a lot of the dinners you had with the Rosfields the men talking about things you could care less about. You gazed at the empty seat in front of you imagining a fully grown Joshua sitting there making faces at you or mouthing things to make you laugh. You wondered if he would still hate carrots. Duchess Annabella had “graced” Oriflamme with her presence bringing her new son Olivier who absentmindedly sat in her lap as she cooed over him petting his head as she fed him bites of food. You found their relationship so odd she never doted on Joshua like that; perhaps she dealing with her own grief for her children’s death which led to form a strange bond with her new child. Regardless you found the young prince strange. He seemed to have noticed you staring at him and he locked eyes with you. He had the same cold stormy ocean eyes like his mother. Quickly you adverted his gaze finishing up your food poking Dion’s side you leaned towards his ear. “I am finished here. I’m going to take a walk I’ll be back later tonight if you need me.” You whispered before standing up. Dion turned to you nodding, “Of course I shall come visit you before I turn in for night.” He smiled pressing a kiss to your hand before returning back to his conversation with his father. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, one keeps up the facade as a lover so well.

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Sneaking out of the castle was quite difficult but it seemed like tonight most of the guards had gotten themselves drunk as tomorrow was. Sanbreque holiday. You heard the guards singing drunkly next to a fire which was your queue to slip into the night unnoticed. Pulling up your dress you got to your knees crawling under a small gap in the fencing and reappearing on the other side. You tossed the hood of your shawl over your head and pulled it close to blend into the crowd. The streets were lined with people celebrating most drunk others dancing but this isn’t what you were looking for you continued on. Before long you were on the outskirts of Oriflamme. it was quiet surrounded by tall trees and the sounds of the night and ocean waves were all you heard. It was so peaceful out here away from the constant eyes of the capital. You always sneaked out when you got a chance to retreat to a secluded beach that you were sure only few knew after all it was quite a chore to get to. Kicking off your boots and lifting the hem of your dress up you stepped into the cold ocean water the sand beneath your feet tickling your toes.

Your grey eyes glimmered the stars reflecting in them as you gazed at the bright red star next to the moon. The wind blew off your hood but you didn’t care you continued looking at the star. “Joshua….Metia still shines on…I hope it’s a sign that you’re still here watching over me…that you’re not truly gone..” you spoke barely above a whisper. You walked along the shore shifting through the sand whenever something caught your eye then suddenly you heard something rushing towards you a scream of surprise escaping your lips as you fumbled for your dagger. a group of lizard like monsters rushing towards you as one jumped at you managed to pull your dagger out stabbing it’s throat it’s limp body causing you crash into the ocean’s water. Groaning you pushed the lizard off of you trying to get to your feet but your dress was soaked which dragged you down. As a another lizard rushed you, you prepared for the worse but it never came. “Milady are you injured?” A panicked voice asked. You slowly opened your eyes and saw a hooded man in front of you.

“I’m…I’m okay stranger thank you for coming to my aid.” You replied a heavy sigh leaving your lips. The man held his hand out to help you up which you took gratefully. “Oh my…I ruined my dress.” You mumbled under your breath. It was soaking wet, torn, and dark lizard blood soaked it. You began to wring out your dress trying your best to get it dry. “Milady my friend and I have a campsite with a fire set up not too far away from here if you’d like to come warm up.” The man said. You turned to take a good look at him but he still has his hood on. You shook your head, “No i shouldn’t. I should return back to the castle.” You began walking over to grab your boots. “The castle?” He asked. You froze staring wide eyed at him, “A..ah yes. You see…I’m a maid there. I just like to take walks on the beach to clear my mind.” You tried to quickly cover up your mistake. “You speak quite formally and wear such nice clothes for being a maid.” He retorted amusement in his tone.

You began to walk away boots and dagger in tow. Shit I messed up. I’m about to get robbed or held for ransom. You thought panic rising. “Milady you’re the Princess of Sanbreque, aren’t you?” He asked you paused turning to slowly face him your hand firmly on your dagger, “Yes what about it? If you’re going to hold me for ransom I’m afraid you’d be risking your life.” You cautiously warned. Then he began to laugh softly shaking his head waving his hands dismissively, “Princess ______ I have no desire to harm you. You see I once knew the prince of Rosaria.” He explained tossing his sword a few feet away from him. “What…you did?” You asked stepping closer to him sheathing your dagger. “You…knew Joshua or Clive?”

“Both.”

“Who are you?”

“It’s not important anymore I am nobody.“ He spoke sadly. You tried to catch a glimpse of the man’s face but he made sure you couldn’t see him. A peak of blond hair was all you could see you felt a pang of guilt wash over you, “Allow me to confide in you Sir Nobody, I still feel guilty for some odd reason about the events that transpired at Phoenix Gate. I wondered if I had awoken as Leviathan before if I would of been able to save everyone…save Joshua. I hope he forgives me for my marriage to Prince Dion. You see, we made a promise we’d get married but of course fate wouldn’t have that. You knew Joshua what do you think he’d say to me now?” You asked gazing again back at Metia.

“I think he’d forgive you and he’d be proud of you for who you are today. You’re strong Princess _______. You’ve been through so much yet you’ve prevailed through it all.” He responded his words were to sincere you began to cry but quickly you wiped your tears away. “I hope you’re right. I just get going now before the guards begin to panic. Maybe we’ll meet again one day stranger. Thank you for saving me.” You have the man a smile but as you took one last glance at him you saw a single tear fall down his face. Everything in your being you told you stay and talk to the man more but you were almost frightened to…afraid you’d see something you couldn’t handle.

~•••~

Joshua sat with Jote as she finished setting up camp and she began the fire to cook their very late dinner. He coughed bringing a hand to his chest to steady himself. “Your highness here your medicine.” Jote quickly came over handing him a vile of liquid to which he gratefully took. The bitter medicine hitting his taste buds he handed the vial back to Jote and sighed, “Thank you…” though a scream broke their comfortable silence Joshua quickly jumping up grabbing his sword. “Your highness wait!” Jote shouted beginning to chase after him but she was stopped when he yelled back, “Jote stay here I’ll be back.” He commanded before rushing through the dense woods. He has no idea why he felt like he being led towards the screams; it wasn’t normal for him to spring into action. He saw a group of monsters and quickly slayed them before he spotted a young woman cowering in the water. Pulling his hood over head he helped her up. He inquired about her, just something about the way she looked felt so familiar then he pried a little more it was then he realized he was speaking to _______ Lannis. His heart began beating faster as he tried to take in every single detail of her being, despite how much of a mess she looked to him she looked as beautiful as he always remembered. His staring must freaked her out as he noticed her gripping her dagger.

He wanted to rip his hood off tell her it was him! But no that would be cruel…to both of them they couldn’t be together either way. So with a heavy heart he kept himself concealed. When it came time for her to leave he fought the urge once again to grab her and tell her everything but he stopped himself. He clenched his hands into fists and fought back the tears that threatened to spill but one managed to escape just as she began to leave him. Joshua stood there long after _______ had left allowing the tears to spill. Life wasn’t fair. She was right there and yet he let her go. He was sick…dying what if that was the last time he’d ever be able to see _______? It was only when he heard Jote whisper his name that he finally let his hood fall. He turned to face Jote a sad smile and tears on his face.

“I saw her Jote. And I let her go. Damn it all..”

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#fanfic #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy fanfiction #joshua rosefield x reader #writings #ffxvi #ff16 #final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield

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phoenixfiiire · 9 days

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So a thing you all need to know about me is that, if my brain decides I really Care about a thing, I do not Do Spoilers. Which sounds normal and like what most people do, but I mean-- anything. I do not watch promo videos, I do not peak at interviews with creators, I do not look at any information revealed about a game or a series if I'm really interested in it.

So when it came to XVI, I - and Sera because I was very firm - went in completely blind.

I knew that Clive was named Clive, and that's... it? I think? I also knew it was the 'Game of Thrones' Final Fantasy, and I think I knew that they said fuck. But that was it.

This meant that so many of the likely already known plot beats were genuinely so exciting for us. For example, neither of us knew that Jill was alive and became Shiva. We guessed it during the fight with her at the start of the game and in retrospect it's really obvious, but it was one of those like... we had no idea what to expect moments.

We also both truly bought into the idea that Joshua died, and I can remember how excited I was in the scene with 'Margrace' and Benedikta and you see slivers of red hair and we both were just like 'ooooooo wait wait is that-????'. And we truly went on Clive with his journey of 'I am Ifrit - I am not Ifrit? - no I am Ifrit'. Maybe we're both dumb but in that brief time of the game when you're chasing after Ultima-as-Joshua, we both we really scratching our heads like: 'wait if Clive didn't kill Joshua then who did?'

We had no idea what Dominants would appear for each element, and in the scene where Bahamut fights Odin I had mentioned Odin as my guess for the Dominant of Darkness. So much hype when he appeared. (It was that or Diabolos for who the Darkness one could have been.) And while I think we had heard there was a gay character, we had no idea who it was, so had been cracking jokes about how close Dion and Terence were seated right before they started making out.

Incorrect ideas I gathered - for a really long time I thought Benedikta and Anabella were the same person and no I could not explain this to you. I have slight facial blindness and that's the excuse I'm sticking with.

I also really truly thought for awhile that the plot was going to be one where basically new Dominants of each element were rising up to replace the old ones, so I was so dead-set on the idea that Sylph was going to appear after you took Garuda from Benedikta, and I just kept rattling off who all the new Dominants could be to Sera like the dumbass that I am. Boy! Was I wrong.

There's absolutely no point to this story. More just, man, I know people love looking up and following info on a series they wanna be part of being it comes out, but there is something so special about just dropping in blind. I don't think I would have liked XVI half as much if I had followed promotional material and started to form thoughts and ideas before playing the game.

Again, not for everyone, but I really recommend giving it a try.

#ooc ; out of character #[[ i call this the 'kingdom hearts 3' effect ]]#[[ this is why i refuse to watch teaser trailers and consider them spoilers if i'm interested in a game ]]#[[ iykyk ]]

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beliscary · 11 months

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please consider this the final beat of a 120k+ fic of dion having to slowly unbreak terence's heart when he shows up like 2 years later w/o starbucks bc i just don't have longfic in me i am a silly one shot writer in my bones. byo wretched mutual pining ok good morning i love Them

"Dion—"

"I swore to myself I would not be the cause of your tears again."

"Oathbreaker," Terence chided him, but his voice was kind. "You have been the source of many. If I wanted to, I could not count their number." He sighed. "But you keep good company. I swore to protect my Prince. To be ever at his side. I was not there for him, at the end. When it mattered most, where was I?"

"Terence—"

"I would have done nothing there but die. I know. Only I thought—I thought, for how hard I fought to be there, I had earned a death at your side." He let it peal in the brief silence. "And where was I?"

"Alive." Dion lifted his head, his eyes burning. "With Kihel. Rebuilding the world. Empires fall. Princes fall, Terence. I—" Fell. Harder than most.

Terence had stepped before him, taking up his blurred field of vision.

"You might have been Your Radiance," he said, soft. "You could still be, my Prince."

"No." Dion laughed, and was surprised to find the taste of it was not bitter on his tongue. "No. How many more would I collect? I have enough to carry. And what would Lord Rosfield think, then? I want no contest with him."

Terence took another hesitant step, then bent fully, kneeling before Dion. "I cannot give you father. That is Kihel's alone."

Dion dared not breathe. Terence took Dion's hand and pressed it.

"But what of 'beloved'?"

#back to listening to hildegard von blingen lmao #the more thou dost say the less i know whither thou wilt stray i follow etc #teredion

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valiisthea · 9 months

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I hadn't actually read Terence's ultimania until this point. I have some words. My thoughts will be bolded in parenthesis after each bullet point:

-Age 28 post timeskip, same age as Dion. (My HC was that Terence was one year older, but I'll take this, it's fine.)

-He served Dion since they were very young, and he always adored Dion for his nobleness and beauty. (This is so cute. My Terence DOES have a habit of calling Dion the most beautiful person he's ever seen.)

-He thought his feelings unrequited for the longest time and was content with not being in a relationship with Dion. However, after he confessed to Dion, he accepted his feelings and brought their relationship further to those of lovers. (The fact that he was able to be content with a broken heart makes me so happy and so sad at the same time. What a dummy, Dion loved you all along you stupid fool.)

-He wanted to be Dion's support, especially since Dion's own family did not love him. (Ahaha. Hah. How many times have I said that Terence was the only one who loved Dion for Dion, and not for bahamut, or anything that Dion could offer him? How many times have I said thank FUCK for Terence because there was at least one person (until Joshua) that looked at Dion as a living breathing human being and not a weapon or battle strategy or ploy for power. Terence can never replace the love that Dion needs and craves from his family that doesn't and never will love him, but he WILL do everything in his power to make damn sure Dion knows he IS loved, nonetheless.)

#spoilers #ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #ultimania spoilers #c; terence #c; dion

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cyanoscarlet · 10 months

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Actors/Behind the Scenes AU, in which FF16 is a duo/trilogy of movies, and the characters are actors in said movie -

Headcanons that inspired Peppermint and Chocolate Chip (aka, that one Actress!Benedikta fic).

Outside of FF16, Clive is a dork. A quiet but nice guy who likes games. He’s a fan of the FF franchise, and his fave is FF8. (Inspired by Ben Starr talking about his FF experiences. Also I'm projecting.)

Joshua’s two actors are totally attached at the hip. They’re not related but everyone is astounded at the resemblance, no wigs were needed even! And Adult!Joshua adores Kid!Joshua and protects his mini-me with his life. (I'm actually thinking of them both having Joshua as a middle name! Something like Andre Joshua and Allen Joshua. Btw, Adult!Joshua is Clive's actual brother.)

Jill is an indie pop singer. Sometimes busks. She loves everybody! She baked sugar cookies for the cast and crew once. She still burns the oven sometimes, though. Also she takes up kendo to improve her stage action scenes but tells no one of her rank because it’ll scare them (and they’ll make her teach everyone else on set, and that’s a pain). Her favorite FF is 10...... 2.

Benedikta is actually an awkward bean. She IS the hottest thing right now, an it-girl if you will. But she IS an awkward bean off-set, and reality shows exploit this for all they can. Oh, and she’s a big eater. -> This is what became the actual Benna fic

Hugo’s a comedian, actually. He’s also an amazing cook. He and Benedikta get along well. They’re cool besties. He often invites her to his YouTube channel to cook for her.

Barnabas Tharmr: A-list actor. Everyone’s beloved leading man. Very versatile, hot, in-demand. He’s perfect, oh, and he sings too. Confusing af love life. -> Referenced in the Benna fic

Dion’s probably following in Barnabas’ footsteps career-wise. That recent boy-next-door role he played had all the teenage girls want him as a boyfriend. They don’t know that he takes cues from real-life experience, and a real-life boy-next-door that captured his heart. 👀

Oh, Cidolfus Telamon: where to begin? Also another A-list actor, like Barnabas. Action films are his specialty, although you also see him in heavy dramas. All his works are guaranteed hits, no questions asked. His relationship with Barnabas, although professional, currently leaves much to be desired. Rumors abound that he used to have a thing with Benedikta, although both sides deny it. Also The Original Troll on set. He's fun to have on talk shows, but that's only when he feels like showing up.

Terence is Dion's best friend from theater. The original boy-next-door, and Dion's real-life partner. Knows just enough pop culture to get by, so he doesn't understand how he got this role, but if anything good comes out of this it's getting to work alongside Dion again. Greagor knows how long ago their last production together was ever since his love shot to fame on TV/Film. (Oh, if only he knew who suggested him to the director, because "he's good at his craft." 👀)

Sleipnir's that one cocky archetype co-actor you usually see in these kinds of cast ensembles. He's actually nice, though! Just innocently insensitive at times. Terence hates him with a passion, but Sleipnir likes to believe they're Vitriolic Best Buds. (And they actually are. Dion agrees but doesn't dare say it to his bf's face.) He's a horrible troll, just like Cid.

Jote's an adorable Tonberry rookie actress! She briefly had ensemble/swing stints in another theater troupe (Adult!Joshua's, actually), before landing this role. She loves posting pictures of sunflowers. Laments her dark clothes. Looks up to Benedikta despite their only scene together being a violent one. -> Referenced in the Benna fic.

There MAY be a part 2 of these headcanons. If I feel inspired, maybe even an actual fic featuring another character in the same vein as the Benedikta one. Will probably make it an AO3 series when that happens!

#cyanoscript #final fantasy xvi #actors AU #behind the scenes AU #headcanons

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diamandodusto · 10 months

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A FEAST TO THE GODS : CHAPTER IV (FINAL FANTASY XVI)

CHARACTERS

Clive Rosfield : Eldest son of Anabella and Elwin Rosfield. House Rosfield. Dominant of Ifrit.

Joshua Rosfield : Second son of Elwin and Anabella Rosfield. House Rosfield. Dominant of Phoenix.

Jill Warrick : A ward of Rosaria and the Rosfield’. Dominant of Shiva. House Rosfield by alliance.

Cid Telamon : Ex Lord Commander of Waloed, and leader of the Hideaway. Dominant of Ramuh.

Dyanne Hidgins : Second daughter of Beatrix and Josiah. House Hidgins. Dominant of Leviathan.

Dion Lesage : Prince of Sanbreque and eldest son. House Lesage, Dominant of Bahamut.

Barnabas Tharmr : King of Waloed and Ash. House Tharmr. Dominant of Odin.

Sir Terence : Lord Commander of Dion and his lover.

Sleipnir Harbard : Lord Commander of Barnabas and physical incarnation of his steed as Odin.

Benedikta Harman : Ally of Barnabas and Chief of the Intelligencers. Dominant of Garuda.

Hugo Kupka : Economic adviser of Dhalmekian Republic and lover of Benedikta. Dominant of Titan. House Kupka.

Gav : Cid’s sidekick and scooter.

Darius Hidgins : Eldest son of the Hidgins. Dyanne’s Shield. House Hidgins.

Jacob Aryn :

Bastin Aryn : First heir of the Aryn’. House Aryn.

Ornela Aryn : Second heir of the Aryn’. House Aryn.

Anael Aryn : Third heir of the Aryn’. House Aryn.

Beatrix Hidgins : Darius and Dyanne’s mother. House Hidgins.

Josiah Hidgins : Darius and Dyanne’s father. House Hidgins.

Anabella Rosfield : Clive and Joshua’s mother. House Rosfield then Lesage.

Elwin Rosfield : Archduke of Rosaria. Father of Clive and Joshua. House Rosfield.

THE HOUSES

House Rosfield : The Phoenix. Lords and governs Rosaria. Faith of the Eikons. Current head : Clive Rosfield.

House Lesage : The Dragon. From the Holy Empire of Sanbreque. Governs the same region. Faith of Greagor. Current head : Sylvestre Lesage.

House Hidgins : The Sea Snake. Allies of the Rosfield and has lands in the same regions. Later alleged to Sanbreque. Faith of Leviathan, Eikons. Current head : Josiah Hidgins.

House Tharmr : The Knight. Possesses Ash and Waloed. Faith of Ultima. Current head : Barnabas Tharmr.

House Kupka : The Titan. From the Dhalmekian Empire. Current head : Hugo Kupka

House Aryn : The Stag. From Waloed. Faith of Eikons. Military house of Waloed and allies of House Tharmr.

Thanks to : @aria-lesage and @damatheirin for their help and support.

CHAPTER IV

DION

How long was it ?

Days ?

Weeks ?

Months, even.

Dion speculated his father’s intercourse with Anabella the day he met Clive and Joshua. Firstly, because of his dad suddenly taking distance with him. In time, he didn’t take as much effort into maintaining his good relationship with his heir, but soon enough, Dion realized his father wasn’t the same. But then, the Night of Flames happened. And he wasn’t there. He wished he was to stop this madness, but Dion resented himself : snuggling with Terence, he didn’t have a clue what was happening by the atrocious hands of his father.

But then he saw Anabella, and that girl next to her. Her face ruined with tears, he immediately remarked aether in her very core. But the blond boy realized this wasn’t his father’s idea. It just couldn’t be. Bahamut murmured who it was, first, the heir didn’t want to believe it. He could not put such blame on someone’s head… But days passed, and the theory began to solidify into a marriage. And then into a pregnancy.

Dion didn’t like that.

For a fact, he didn’t like his stepmother at all.

“She doesn’t seem bad, that girl. The one with aether you said,” Dion caressed gently his lover’s hair, not wanting dawn to rise any time soon. “Yes, the Leviathan. I’ve never seen her before, but I got told she didn’t show up out of Rosaria before all of this. Maybe because nobody really believed it,” Terence thought for a bit. He noticed Dion was occupied. Or, at least, his mind was disturbed by all of this. But yet, he always remained calm and collected. Wise even, but maybe because it was in his genes. His character. “Protective parents, I shall guess. But when you tell me the face she made when she saw her brother, I guess she’s no more than a victim. Such as poor Joshua and Lord Rosfield.”

“Aye, aye… Yet, I still don’t know what she’s done and who she is aside from the daughter of the Master of Ships. And that she’s a descendant from the people of water.”

Terence lifted his body, staring straight at Dion’s chestnut eyes. Oh, how beautiful he was, his pale skin, silky hair, defined muscles and such a gentle gaze. Terence approached his face slowly, as Dion stood still. The knight, forgetting what he initially wanted to say, almost laid topping against the Prince. Yet, this moment of tenderness got cut short by a door slamming and Dion holding on Terence’s wrist. “Oh… Oh… Oh. I am, so, sorry.”

The said girl.

The Leviathan,

Shit, thought Dion. “Please, say nothing. To anybody. I beg of you.”

Dyanne froze, standing at the door frame. Staring straight à Dion and Terence. The brown-haired man went backwards, his back hitting the wooden bench of the tent. “I-...” she began. She didn’t know what to say, especially in such an awkward case. But the way they both stared at her, made her think twice of her words. Turning her tongue seven times into her mouth. “I am… I-... I won’t say anything, really. You can bed whoever you want, as long it doesn’t concern me,” she finished.

The two sighed in relief, loudly. Not even wanting to hide it. “Thank you,” spoke Terence. “I don’t want to put my Liege into trouble.”

Dion noticed how perturbed Dyanne looked. Sweating almost, even. Her eyes were glowing, and her chest went up and down in a hurry. Had she been running ? Certainly. “Honestly, I am not one against snuggling with a dame either, though I also love men. Thus, bed whoever you want, really. I wouldn’t be one to judge you too.”

Dion smiled slightly whilst Terence chuckled. Yes, indeed, she didn’t seem bad. Not bad at all, even. The way she spoke fast, with a slight smile, made his widen. “Can we do something for you, Lady Dyanne ?” called Dion. She pondered a couple seconds. “Actually, yes. I am in search for my brother in the Branded’ quarters. I learnt they put the new recruits there, and I need to see him. It’s been four weeks and no signs. I am worried. I don’t know what that bitch has in mind in order to ransack our lives, him and I, but I need to fix it. Furthermore, I also heard words about my parents. Which… proves to me, they're still alive. But as of now, I have no power to do anything.”

Bitch,

Likewise, yes.

“Terence and I can guide you there. But, after the doors passed, it’s you and the Branded’. They’re not all as kind as your brother is, I am afraid,” confirmed Dion. Terence nodded, holding tight on the Prince’s hand. “I hold Leviathan inside, and you don’t know how much she wants to leash it all out. It’s infernal to keep it inside, therefore if one provokes or attacks me, I don’t know if there won’t be floods. Remain nearby at least, therefore you can act if something goes wrong.”

Dion thought about her request for a second. He was wary, sure, she promised she wouldn’t tell his secret, but…

He never trusted women. Or at least, his own mother passed when he was way too young to know her so well. Therefore, the Prince got his doubt, but Bahamut against Leviathan would be cataclysmic. Moreover, in these kinds of environments.

He didn’t want that.

Dion was tired of it all.

All he wanted was peace.

“We got to be on it then !” claimed Terence.

Dyanne smiled widely.

CLIVE

“Branded”, “Bearer”… Clive Rosfield never thought he would end up like this. Not that he judged the names he was called by, but this was not the ending he expected to live by.

Whatever that meant to him.

His “room”, if he could call it one, was all rather simple. The “Quarters” they’ve called it. Rather petite, but comfortable enough for soldiers and fighters. A simple wooden bed dressed in a thin mattress, and next to it, a small dresser to lend the poor clothes that battled inside of it. Clive was laying on his bed, waiting on sleep to show itself. But nothing of such happened.

So, Darius was alive ?

Fine, he was relieved to see the Hidgins’s face, though they didn’t talk.

But yet, where was Dyanne ? It has now been three months. He turned ten and six, and he wondered if she was now fourteen. If she was even still alive, he got no news of Jill as well. Either. Clive chuckled sardonically, when he wasn’t thinking of his father or Joshua…

He was thinking about her.

That they would’ve been wed since then, that she would certainly be with child of their heir. That he’d have new preoccupations than blood and swords.

Turned out it was not. And Clive thought he had failed her. Simple as that, He failed everybody around him, in a way. He wondered what the very meaning of his life was. If not to kill as he was told. Rosfield caressed the mark on his cheek, that was it ? That was the end ? He could barely accept it. However, the boy thanked Sylveste Lesage, if not by his hand the Bearers wouldn’t have a decent place to live nor sleep. The only rule, was to respect them.

And to accept nobody from the outsides, with the only exception of the owner of a Branded.

Like… a pet.

He cracked his back, waiting for somebody to call him. Yes, that was the routine of his days since he got there. Since Phoenix Gate. His hair has grown a bit, and he lost weight in the face. Firstly, because of the mistreatment, second, he didn’t eat much. But now he was back on track, Clive had no other choices than to eat again. Although, the appetite did not come.

He didn’t care much about the footsteps he had heard, either. Nor the voices, but he sighed. And surprisingly, this made the people who walked, stop. “Did you two hear this?” he jumped.

He knew that voice. But, his own was now caught in his throat, as if he lost it even.

Dyanne’s.

She was alive, she was fine. Clive said nothing, He wanted to hear her speak more, prove himself that it wasn’t his mind playing tricks. That she was alright, she breathed. She wasn’t his, nor in Hydrean Hill with him, her womb wasn’t bearing their child, but she was alive. And this, made Clive’s heart flutter in joy. For a short moment. A guard seemed to talk to her, but he didn’t care. “… Give me that key, I am the owner of that Branded you hide like an animal in a cage. If you decide to go against it, I won’t hesitate drawing you nearer and making you drown in piss and shit, do you understand it ?!”

He chuckled mentally at her aggressivity, before the double doors opened and a sound of metal came to his ears. Clive was ashamed of how he looked. He wasn’t even half ways as handsome as before, as fierce. But when Dyanne walked there, and passed nearby his cell, he jumped off his bed. But, Clive didn’t possess a death wish for himself nor the girl, he just banged the door loudly, to attract her attention. The brunette stepped backwards, almost offended by such gestures. But, when she looked at the person who was behind the square-shaped frame.

She sobbed.

She opened the door and closed it brutally, almost throwing herself onto Clive who went struck against the wall itself, holding her dear against him. Dyanne didn’t care much for the smell of sweat, but Clive, oh, dear Clive, dug his nose into her mane. Breathing in the familiar scents of her freshly washed hair. “Oh, Clive, you’re alive ! Oh, I knew this couldn’t be true.”

He pressed a finger on her lips, in signs of lowering her voice. “You don’t know what’s between those walls, these are wolves ready to get any bits of flesh they can. And you’re the sheep whenever you walk there.”

He closed the door behind her, and she sat on his bed, next to him. She didn’t go away from his core, laying her head on his shoulder. Dyanne remarked the Branded’s mark on his cheek, and gently caressed it. “I am so sorry, Clive… If you knew. I wish this would never have gone the way it did.”

He nodded, agreeing to that last bit. Dyanne looked at him, she detailed him. To the brunette, her feelings didn’t change. She still loved him. During his absence, she came fast to realize it, through fears she wouldn’t see him again. But, dear Clive, seemed to flee her. Running away from her gaze, even. “My apologies, My Lady. I do not look like the one you used to know, I am afr-…” she hushed him, quick, with an embrace again. “It doesn’t matter to me, dearest Clive. You are as you were before. I do not look at you differently as before, betrothed or not. As long, you breathe, I am nothing but happiness.”

Clive’s heart fluttered. She was good, she was kind. She didn’t change in three months, although far from home. “I have the answer to your question, the question you asked when we were on your balcony, the night before.”

Dyanne stepped backward, looking at Clive still sitting on his bed. She waited for an answer, and saying her chest didn't hurt, was false. Her heart pounded in her thorax more than ever. An adrenaline she had almost forgotten. “I would’ve been ravished to be your husband, and you, my wife. To love each other. To see you become the mother of my children. You’ve never left my side whenever I was in light or the dark. And this, I cannot forget it. My Lady.”

She could confess, she could've said it.

But she lacked courage, the words would not go. But the gentle gaze of Clive, made her approach one last time. An embrace tighter, more assured than before. They appreciated each other’s company, they healed their wounds together. Like a mere illusion of what was before, but remained in the after.

Clive liked that.

So did she.

“I will visit you, each day, when I will go see my brother. I will pray for you two when you’ll be out on the battlefield, for a kingdom you do not belong to. You do not have to do this alone, Clive Rosfield, I won’t let you. I will never leave your side. Let me accompany you through this, we cannot let each other down.”

He agreed to that. Sure, they wouldn’t be wed, sure, they wouldn’t achieve any of the plans their fathers have made for them… But this trust had more worth than any of the latter. And Clive knew it. “Please, go see your brother. He needs you more than ever, you’re his reason to live by now on. And you’re one of mine.”

DION

The same night, him and Dyanne concluded an agreement. That they’d meet the next day, when the palace would be asleep. Safe and sound in their bedsheets. He waited for her, could he give Dyanne a chance ? He wondered. Leviathan never had a great reputation amongst the Eikons, but the Eikon wasn’t the Dominant. And, the Dominant wasn’t the Eikon. He was far away from resembling Bahamut, his Dragon.

“There you are, this place is a fucking maze,” he heard, lowery spoken. “I bet, I’ve grown up there. I can’t really call this a maze.”

The moon rose again, as Dion and Dyanne were both locked into the library. He wasn’t that curious about her, nor did he care that much. But, at such a young age, the prince understood allies were needed. Mostly when the main threat lived every single day with you. “I need to ask you a couple questions. About Anabella, I don’t especially know what you deal with,” explained Dion. “My dad got her with child after their marriage, as you know but… Something is off. He’s not the same, since. He has always been a tough leader, made hard choices, but this does not look like him. It just doesn’t sound like Sylvestre.”

Dyanne looked at the ground, zoning out and reflecting upon what Dion told her. Anabella was known as a witch with no powers. That’s just how she was, bewitching. Yet, even Elwin hasn’t been under her spell, and still he was a lesser lord than Emperor Sylvestre Lesage. “She was meant to be my mother-in-law. Clive and I were betrothed when we were children. A babe, even on my side. Him, an infant. We’re two years apart, and always grew together. One bonded to another. She always hated anybody that’d replace her eventually, and her house… is known to give Dominants regularly. She did, but only with Joshua. Which caused her to despise Clive more than anything. She even denied his role as Shield, and me…”

She took a break, swallowing her saliva. “I was just meant to get wed to her son, move to our family house again, give an heir and raise it with Clive. That was it. No worthless son to take care of, to bear every single day. No daughter-in-law to look after. But as you’re aware, I bear Leviathan. She is my Eikon. And, Anabella hates that because it’s something she cannot have. Something that makes me somewhat worthier than she is. Looked after either in fear…” Dion finished her sentence. “—Or respect.”

“Yes, exactly. When the Night of Flames happened, I was having supper with her, my parents and my brother. In the middle of our meal, we got ambushed by Imperials and threatened to get our throats slit. I almost lost control of Leviathan that night. Anabella sold us to your Father. My brother and I, I still have no words from my parents, and she refuses to tell me anything. She wants me and Darius to be in the ranks of Sanbreque in hopes to reconquer lands. She blackmailed me. If I said a word to anybody I know from Rosaria, she would turn my life into crumbles. All I wish is to drown her, but I can’t. That’d mean causing a catastrophe, and I can’t sacrifice so many innocent lives. Nor cause a war.”

Dion heard her words. By Bahamut, how flabbergasted that made him. Anabella Rosfield never had a good reputation, at best, people tolerated her. But then, he started a puzzle in his head to assemble the pieces together. “This is why you’re so biased about Sanbreque. We took everything from you, unconsciously. Your betrothed, your family, your home… I am sorry,” he apologized. Dyanne raised her head. In surprise of Dion’s soothing words. It was like applying a balm upon a bloody wound. That appeased her, somehow. “The day she arrived in this palace, I felt something was odd about her. The day she asked for a meeting with my Father, without Elwin, I should’ve seen it coming… Fucking bitch. At least, I have the words of your parents’ situation. You stung my curiosity yesterday, therefore I investigated a bit.

Dyanne’s cardiac pace fastened. “Which are?”

Dion seemed to get a paper out of his long coat, hidden there like a precious treasure. Dyanne grasped it, but her eyes watered at the moment she read the words upon the whitened paper. “Sylvestre’s asking for my father’s biggest fleets… Including our ancestral ship,” Dion arched an eyebrow. “The Deccan, right?” she nodded. “Yes, a city on a boat, they call it. But it is a dangerous weapon with numerous resistances and blessed by Leviathan. My ancestors built it after the Breach, in Erysea. The one that made more than a half of my people disappear, but also caused the death of the last Dominant and put Leviathan to slumber. If your father comes to have hands on it… Which is more than likely, that only means…”

“He wants war.”

Her parents were alive,

They were alive,

But used.

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