Cidolfus x fem reader fluff with either sick day or opposites attract 👻🐕
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Petal
Cidolfus Telamon x female (Branded) reader
You’re too hot – a particularly odd sensation as you struggle to recall the last time when you’d felt anything but cold. Spending so many nights sleeping in a drafty chocobo barn had left a permanent chill in your bones.
There’d been a heavy storm a day or so ago when you were on the road to the market – your master took shelter in the carriage and had left you shivering outside on the saturated ground, shackled to one of the large wheels for good measure.
You had made it to Northreach somehow, but hardly the picture of a healthy Bearer who would make good coin. A chesty cough, pale skin, unable to keep focus.
Your master was in a foul mood – there hadn’t been an ounce of interest in you at the auction and he was loathed to drag you all the way back without anything to show for it. The market had shut for the evening and so he had moved to the outskirts the opposite side of the town – the mothercrystal of Orinflamme shining in the distance, your arms shackled above your head once more on the carriage’s great wheel in the hopes of flogging you to traders making their way in and out of the town in the early evening.
You no longer had the strength to keep your head held up, your mind fuzzy, so it’s not a surprise that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until a new, deep voice booms from a few metres away.
“Well, well, what do we have here?”
“You look like a man who appreciates a good deal.” Your master chuckles. “Got a Bearer for sale.”
There’s a gloriously cool, gloved hand placed upon your forehead for what turns out to be too short a moment before it is removed.
“Oh, petal.” A velvety voice tuts sympathetically at you in a murmur – too low for your master’s ears. “She’s burning up with a fever.”
“These Branded always run hot,” is his scoffed response. “She’s good stock, mind. Only a little bit of stiffness about her.” He grabs a fistful of your hair in a harsh grip and yanks your head up, and you blearily take in the stranger who is crouched in front of you.
He reminds you of a lord the way he is dressed - his shirt somewhat open with a large collar, two sword hilts jutting out from his hip, clean shaven and looking remarkably unimpressed at the sight before him.
“And you really think you’re going to be able to sell her in this condition?”
“If you’re not interested, I kindly ask you to fuck off.” He shoves your head forward to emphasise his point as he relinquishes the grip on your hair.
“Now, now, no need to be rude - I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” The stranger gets back up to his feet. “Why are you selling her?”
“Honestly, I could buy a new Branded that won’t give me any lip for farming work. I’m too old for that.”
“Oh, she’s spirited, is she?”
“That’s a word for it. So, are you interested?”
“Hm.” The man reaches for the gil pouch by his side, as if to check its weight. “What’s the price?”
“10,000 gil.”
He whistles. “For a sick, stubborn Bearer?”
“She’s not sick. And I’m sure a young gentleman like yourself would be able to knock the stubbornness out of her. I paid 15,000 for her originally – it’s a bargain.”
If your head wasn’t pounding, your mouth completely dry, you would’ve had something to say about being described as a bargain… but all your energy is focused on breathing.
“Fine.” The mysterious man agrees, pulling off one of his leather gloves and offering his hand.
Your master grabs hold of it eagerly, beaming. “Pleasure doing busi…” But the sentence is cut off as sparks of lightning crackle in the air, blue bolts shooting from the stranger’s hand and up your master’s arm before sparking all over his body.
Your master grunts, drops to the ground, twitching, eyes wide open in your direction.
He’s alive, breathing, but he won’t be getting up again anytime soon.
The mysterious man puts his glove back on and, using his leather boot, gently rolls your master over. He bends down and grabs a bundle of keys that had been attached to his belt before crouching down in front of you once more.
You wonder if you’re next.
You tense as a gentle hand cups your cheek, bracing yourself for pain, but it only tilts your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles – sympathetic and kind.
“Hello, petal. Name’s Cid. I’d ask you yours, but something tells me you’re not up for much talking right now. I’m going to get you out of these shackles and we’ll find somewhere comfy to rest up for the night. You’re safe with me – you have my word.”
He removes his hand and you manage to keep your head upright, a little in disbelief as he places the key in the lock of one of the shackles and undoes the mechanism, careful to lay your arm down in your lap before repeating the action with the other.
“There we go. I’m going to pick you up now, petal. You just rest.”
He places an arm around your back, another under your knees and gets to his feet with a slight grunt, mumbling about his own knees. The upward motion seems too much to bear, however, and unconsciousness takes over.
--
Isabelle raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cid at her door, you cradled against his chest. She puts her hands on her hips and tuts.
“Cid, it’s not bring your own.”
“Not what it looks like.” He lifts you up, causing your head to lull back and reveal the Brand on your cheek. “Petal’s not well. Any chance of a bed for the evening and we’ll be out of your hair after dawn?”
“Of course.” Isabelle steps back, widening the door to permit Cid entry. “What happened?”
“Some git trying to sell her on the outskirts. He’s taking a little nap. Poor thing’s absolutely frozen.”
“Did anyone see?”
Cid shakes his head. “No. I’d be surprised if he even remembers.”
“Girls,” the Dame calls to a couple of the women hanging by the door – Cid isn’t a stranger to partaking in the delights the Veil has to offer, after all. “Prepare a fire in Cid’s usual room. Extra blankets.”
Cid nods in thanks, heading towards the staircase to a room he knows well.
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You don’t know what’s real or what is a dream over the next few hours. Fleeting moments of consciousness - a cold compress against your forehead, a rough voice coaxing you to drink something that feels soothing on your throat and warming in your stomach.
You wake up feeling… comfortable? It’s an odd sensation. What would you be on that’s so soft? You open your eyes, confused at the fact that you’re covered in a soft knitted blanket. The room is strange – a bed, a chair and a man standing over the fireplace, rousing the flames higher with a fire poker.
He turns and his eyes widen as he sees you awake and you panic and begin fumbling with the blanket, stuttering out an apology as you try to get up. How did you end up in a bed of all things?
“Easy now,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he takes a cautious step forward. “I meant what I said – you’re safe with me.”
You’ve just managed to disentangle yourself from the blankets, getting up on legs that just about to collapse underneath you. The man is quick to your side, a hand on the small of your back and another around your shoulder, guiding you back down upon the bed.
“Master, I-”
“None of that, petal.” He cuts off your protest. “I am not your master, and, from this day forward, you will never have one again. Pop your legs back up.”
You do so, automatically – an order is an order, no matter how confusing it may be – and he tucks the discarded blanket around you with a satisfied smirk.
“Allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Cid,” he grins, bowing with mock flourish. “May I have the pleasure of yours?”
“I don’t… Where are we?” You ignore his question.
“We’re at The Veil, in Northreach.” The Veil rings a bell in your head and the colour must drain from your cheeks as Cid is quick to try and set your mind at ease. “Not like that - the Dame is a friend of mine, just set us up for the night. You were too ill to travel.”
“Travel?”
Cid nods, sitting down heavily in the chair by your bedside. “Mm-hm. You see, I have a place that’s safe for people like you, where we can live on own own terms…”
Your eyes flicker to his Brandless cheek. “We?”
He smiles.
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“Here we go, petal.” Cid smiles as he enters the solar, holding the bottle aloft in triumph. “Tarja thinks you’re over the worst of it, but she’d rather you keep up with the tonics for another few days.”
You shuffle upright, aided by the multitude of pillows Cid had set up at the headboard of the bed, and frown at the prospect – the tonics are horribly bitter due to one of the plants that make up its components.
“Really? But I’m feeling so much better…” Your protest falls flat at how hoarse your voice remains.
“Ah-ah,” he chides as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle, holding it out in offering. “Good girls take their medicine.”
It is a battle you know you won’t win. With a sigh, you take it from his hand, closing your eyes tightly and down the tonic with a grimace. It’s silly, but sometimes you think you’d rather go through having the Brand removed again that drinking another one of these foul things.
“Thank you.” Cid plucks the now empty bottle from your hand and places it down on the side, smiling wistfully at you – it still makes your scalp tingle, even after all these years.
“What’s that smile for?”
“Just a bit of déjà vu, love.” He wraps his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “This reminds me of that first wonderful night we spent together.”
“How?” Your brow furrows in confusion, thinking back to the night he'd first kissed you in the solar after a successful mission and a glass or two of wine.
He laughs. “Not that one.”
“If you’re thinking of the one at The Veil, we have a very different opinion of what counts as wonderful.”
“How can it not have been wonderful, the night you came into this old man’s life? Only difference is, now I can do this,” he leans in to meet your lips in a chaste kiss, withdrawing quickly with a wink at your pout. “There’ll be more when you’re better.”
“But I am be-”
There’s a frantic knock upon the solar door and Cid turns, keeping your hand held in his.
“Come in.”
The door is flung open by an out of breath Gav, face red with exertion. “It’s… time.” He wheezes, leaning on her knees. “Shiva’s on the… field, like.”
“Right…” Cid nods, and you don’t miss the subtle frown as his eyes flick from Gav to you in thought. You squeeze his fingers in unspoken affirmation. “Are you sure?”
“Go. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.”
He doesn’t need to hear it again. “Gav, tell Goetz to get ready. We’re heading out.”
“On it!” Gav turns and sprints back down the hall towards the staircase, and you squeeze Cid’s fingers once more to gain his attention.
“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” You ask, timidly. His forearms are mottled with petrification now, no matter how much he tries to hide his discomfort from you.
He smirks, patting your thigh through the blanket. “Don’t you worry about me, love. You just concentrate on making sure you’re fully recovered when I return, hm?”
You nod as he gets to his feet with a final squeeze of your hand. He double-checks the belts that sit ever present at his hip and adjusts his gloves ever so slightly – a nervous habit, but not one he’d ever confess.
Once satisfied, Cid leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.
“Behave. I don’t need to tell you that both Charon and Tarja will have no qualms in dragging you back to bed if they see you wandering around.”
You roll your eyes and nod, knowing it’s true - you had remained spirited - and watch as he walks over to the door. He hesitates a moment, leaning his head against the doorframe as he takes one final look.
“I love you, petal.”
You smile, gripping the blankets in absence of his hand. “I love you too, Cid.”
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It happened again. I was playing the wonderful game of Final Fantasy XVI and thought "Why not writing something about my all time favourite. And yes. Cid, the first one, is my all time favourite. I mean why not? And if all that doesn't make any sense blame it on the alcohol, okay? And yeah. I'm writing this while being drunk. Now let's go!
I was currently sitting in Martha's rest and drank relaxed a bit. I was also kind of drunk but I still knew what I did. (I had that a lot and currently as well. Now you guys can argue if I broke the law or not. Well it depends in which country I live in but still you can. I give you my permission.) Then suddenly a man caught my gaze. He had a beard and rather dark hair. I would dare to say that he was attractive. At least to me he was. He also looked at me and after around 5 minutes he walked towards me.
"Is the seat next to you taken?", he asked in his deep voice. I felt goosebumps spreading on my body and I smiled up at him. "No. It's not. If you like you can sit down next to me", I smiled up at him. He smirked and sat down next to me a drink in his right hand. We were silent for a few minutes but he started a conversation rather quickly. The typical stuff. What my name was, how old I was and much more of that stuff. I replied and asked about him. That way I learned that his name was Cidolfus Telamon but he would prefer it if I call him just Cid. So I did it.
We get to know each other and started to like each other as well. We had some funtime in the bed and were rather close to each other.
Currently I laid in his bed and drew pattern on his chest with my finger. He caressed my shoulder and went through my hair. I loved every second and minute with him. Hell I loved him. And I knew that he loved me. That was all I need to know. I didn't need to know that he was a dominus. I didn't need to know that he had a hide away for bearers and dominus. All I needed to know was that he loves me and that I love him. And that was the only thing I knew. Until an unknown man and woman went to my home and told me everything about him.
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I know. I know. It's short like very short but I wanted to write something and well... my drunk brain is not that creative. But still. I hope it was enough to make some of you happy. I added no spoilers I hope and well... if you have any request or so tell me. It's also rather a scenario than a oneshot. Or both? I don't know. Well guys I will return to playing Final Fantasy XVI and I whish you guys a good night, day or something of that sort. I hope that you'll soon send some request but until then or another boredom of mine... See you guys later!
“Don’t you two have better things to do than fight?” The wol didn’t know what she was asking then proceeded to get bred by Cid and Nero
"Ahh, leave it to the adored Warrior of Light to be so valliantly self-sacrificing to maintain tranquility! Well, unlike Garlond's bumbling oafishness, I will gladly accept this presented offer whole-heartedly!"
His haughty sneers mingling with pleasured groans, Nero pressed on with keeping an ironclad hold on your waist, squeezing tight as he continued to spear your ass with his cock from beneath you.
At the same time and by contrast, Cid hovered above, his calloused hands caressing your breasts in tandem with each thrust into your core. His skin was flushed hot and red, doing his best to keep composure in face of his partner's goading and each delightful squeeze of your drooling heat around his dick.
Before he preoccupied himself with kisses on your lips, he huffed, "What was that, Nero? I can't hear yourself over the sound of my name from our dearest friend."
And to think your casual visit to the Garlond Ironworks workshop was going to soon result in a week of aching wobbles.
Okay so I have a confession, Ardyn Izunia is one of my two favourite Final Fantasy Characters while the other one is Cid (Treasure Hunter from Chocobo Mystery Dungeon) so needless to say that I’ll be doing some Treasure Hunter Cid stuff with both reader and an OC that I typically pair him up with in some of my fanfiction writings (mostly first person perspective because I prefer first person and don’t do so well with third person all of the time but I’ll do my best with it) Anyways, I’m going to be kicking this off with a reader x Cid (OOC) posting so please enjoy!
You walked into the treasure room of a small temple and looked to the middle of a room to see a rough looking green crystal on a pedestal and you slowly pulled a sword and cautiously tapped the ground before taking a step towards the pedestal. A trap could be on any part of this floor and you couldn’t run the risk of triggering it and dieing, not after you had a close call a few days ago and needed help from a treasure hunter rival who introduced himself as Cid and travelled with a chocobo. He was quite polite and seemed like a nice man but you know that you owe him now and that isn’t something you wanted. You paused as there was a loose stone that your sword poked into and you squatted down to inspect the stone further, it was up a few inches from the floor and you blew on the rock. It didn’t move and you knew that it was a trap, you stood back up and used your sword to go around the rock. You continued on your way to the treasure and eventually your foot went through the ground at one point and you gasped as you heard a clicking noise. You heard metal sliding from beside you and you looked over to see an axe coming down at you from the wall, you did a shoulder roll forward and narrowly avoided the axe. You sighed in relief as you got up but your relief was short lived as you could hear footsteps coming from a doorway on the opposite side of the room. You continued forward but froze as Cid and his chocobo, Chocobo, came running into the room. Cid looked a little stunned to see you as your (e/c) eyes met his brilliant, bright blue eyes, there was silence for a brief moment before Cid gave you a polite smile.
“I’m glad to see that you’re still in one piece and still treasure hunting miss but… I didn’t expect to see you here” Cid noted as he and Chocobo cautiously began to make their way forward.
“Expect the unexpected there Cid and please... use my name, (y/n)” you shot back as you broke eye contact with Cid and continued to make your way towards the treasure.
“Hah… I honestly should know to expect the unexpected but I don’t always think about it” Cid confessed, you felt confused and you ended up hitting another trap, fire came up from Cid’s and Chocobo’s feet and they jumped out of the way.
“Kweh, kweh, kweh!” Chocobo announced in a shocked tone, as his talons hit another trap, spears shot up from under your feet and you moved to avoid them, only to have your right hand grazed by a spear, you flinched as pain shot through your hand and you looked to see blood coming out of your hand. You began to head for the crystal again and made sure to hide your injury to the best of your abilities. You swiftly made your way forward, avoiding any traps that were being activated and eventually you pulled the crystal off of the pedestal and all of the traps that were going off had stopped and you sighed in relief as it was over. Cid came over to you and gently grabbed your right hand, he flipped it over and inspected it closely.
“You’re injured (y/n)” Cid said as he frowned at the wound, you wanted to pull away but didn’t want to seem rude.
“I’ll be okay, besides, I know first aid and can tend to my hand myself as it’s normal for me to be injured as I think I’m the unluckiest treasure hunter when it comes to traps” you noted, trying to keep your tone light.
“Let me help you out (y/n) as you might not have gotten hurt if we hadn’t of arrived” Cid stated in a serious tone.
“That’s not true Cid, I’m just a magnet for trouble so don’t worry about me” you countered, Cid shook his head.
“I can’t help but worry so please allow me to look after your right hand” Cid shot back, you sighed and knew that the tone he was currently using was one that said he wouldn’t let this go until you let him help you.
“Alright Cid, I’ll let you attend to my hand but now I’ll owe you twice as much” you said.
“You don’t owe me (y/n) as it’s just a relief to me that one of my rivals is doing okay, especially since being a treasure hunter is dangerous” Cid stated. You gave him an odd look, while it’s not unusual to see rival treasure hunters and help them out when they need it, it’s extremely unusual for treasure hunters to not expect anything in return for helping out.
“You’re not exactly a typical treasure hunter… you know that, right?” you asked, Cid chuckled.
“I hear that a lot and I know I’m an odd duck when it comes to treasure hunting but… my whole family were odd ducks too” Cid replied as he gently began to lead you away. You were even more confused as none of this seemed real to you right now. You wouldn’t argue with him at this point thought because your hand stung and all you wanted to do was have it bandaged up. Cid quietly led you to a vehicle outside of the temple and he released your hand before pulling out a first aid kit.
“I really should carry a small first aid kit on me” you mumbled.
“Kweh?” Chocobo asked as he tilted his head at you.
“I only started to carry one when I ended up getting a wound similar to yours a few months ago and had to use a makeshift bandage for myself” Cid admitted as he took out a wipe and began to clean the wound on your hand with it. You both fell silent again and Cid quietly finished cleaning your wound and then pulled out a bandage and gently bandaged your hand like a pro, he inspected his work once he was done and gave a nod of approval.
“Thanks for bandaging my hand up Cid” you thanked as you wiggled your fingers and felt relieved that your wound was bandaged.
“You’re welcome (y/n), we’re always happy to help, now it’s time for Chocobo and I to go back to adventuring” Cid noted as he packed up his first aid kit. Put it into his vehicle and then hopped into it with Chocobo hopping in beside him.
“Sounds good, we’ll meet again at some point and when we do, I’ll be much more prepared” you stated, Cid nodded and turned on his vehicle. He pulled out with Chocobo and as you watched them drive away, you couldn’t help but smile. You have a long way to go to your next treasure but that’ll be fine with you because you have a lot to think about now.
