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1. ég mun finna þig í fjöru (your body washed ashore) by assentodele

   Fandoms: Final Fantasy XVI  

   • Explicit
   • Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Sex
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   14 Sep 2023

   Tags

   • Rape/Non-Con
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Underage Sex
   • Clive Rosfield/Barnabas Tharmr
   • Sleipnir Harbard/Barnabas Tharmr
   • Barnabas Tharmr/Barnabas Tharmr's Mother
   • Clive Rosfield
   • Barnabas Tharmr
   • Sleipnir Harbard
   • Barnabas Tharmr's Mother
   • Captivity
   • Weird vibes between old men
   • I like to think Sleipnir and Barnabas have a joint collection of horse paraphernalia
   • It would be kind of rare in this universe wouldn’t it?
   • Clive is a bit of an unintentional himbo in this because he’s too much of a do-gooder
   • Bondage
   • allusions to abusive parent/child dynamics
   • should’ve seen this one coming
   • Tags to be added
   • Dubious Consent
   • tempted to commission an artistic rendering of sleipnir's umbilical chord
   • a dash of sappy horse bonding
   • oedipal roleplay
   • Both men are stinky because I say so
   • Barnabas is an eroguro girlie
   • Blood
   • A light Barnabas character study
   • Pregnancy Kink
   • Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
   • Mind Break
   • vague monsterfucker vibes
   • 69 (Sex Position)
   • Pet Names
   • Accidental feminization (Clive’s into it)
   • Accidentally confessing that you fucked your mom (Clive’s not so much into that one)

   Summary

   The familiar sensation of being in close proximity to a Dominant raised Clive’s hackles, and before he could fully process what was happening, the king of Waloed himself strode down the stairs, bringing with him an aura of coquettish superiority and a small gaggle of soldiers.

   “I’d rather we not antagonize our guest,” he said bluntly, and the two guards leapt out of Barnabas’ way as he approached the cot where Clive was tied up. His eyes slithered over his modest figure, and if Clive wasn't mistaken, he was being mentally undressed. “Are our accommodations not to your liking, Mythos?”

   ---

   —or the one where Clive is taken aboard the Einherjar instead of Jill.

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