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yemojanoykin · 1 year

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Don't know what to title this

This is the first thing I've tried to write. My FC and other friends said it was good so I'm going to share here.

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Yemoja peaked an eye open slightly. A small gasp left her mouth before a smile formed. He was still there. It was late at night, or maybe very early morning. There were no orange or yellow rays coming through the window yet. But that didn’t matter to her cause he was still here. He had stayed. No running off. No disappearing. He stayed with her, like he promised.

Moonlight came in through the window making his hair shine from the inside like quartz in the light. A white, ghostly glow. Beautiful. It seemed like everything had stopped for this moment. For her. Her small ashy, dark purple hands reached up to move his white hair from his face. It was soft, if a little knotted. Carefully she started to unknot his hair.

The Au’ra never noticed the man before her had awoken when she did. A small smile crept to his face as she started to hum. He loved her voice. Sometimes it was strong like a river cutting through a mountain and other times free as the wind on the Steppe. Right now, now it felt like the light on a petel. Wow. When did he become like this?

His large hand squeezes her hip softly, causing a gasp to escape the recipient.

“Cid? How long have you been up?” Yemoja asked, a little panicked. “I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”

Cid chuckled before finally opening his eyes, “No. I’ve been up for a while.”

They stay like that, just looking at each other's face. Cid’s ice blue eyes studied her mitch-match ones. One a clear yellow, the other a deep blue-green with glowing teal-ish rings around them. She always called them Hydaelyn’s mark as she didn’t have them before her first vision. His eyes traveled down her face to the yellow freckles that adorned her nose and cheeks like stars. Laying there, her face reminded him of the night sky and the scales were like pure white clouds.

Yemoja studied Cid’s face with as much intensity. She wanted to engrave this moment into her mind’s eye. From the way his beard laid at this moment to the normally tight eyebrows finally relaxing. She could make out the slight bags under his eyes. No doubt from the nights he’s forgotten to rest when he was close to a breakthrough. Nothing was covering the pearly bead on his head, his third eye. A small smile came to her plump lips. To show what is probably his weakest point, that trust was something she was never going to break. The shadow cast by his strong nose could not hide the softness in his eyes. The admiration. The joy.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” She asked, pulling the blanket up over her bare shoulder, suddenly embarrassed.

“Like what?” Cid smiled fondly.

“Like you believe I could put the stars in the sky?”

“Cause I do. Don’t worry. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure they get there.”

#cid garlond #cid nan garlond #oc: yemoja noykin #canon x oc #ff14 #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #cid x wol #my wol

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giryajaabwol · 1 year

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Girya Fic: Suspicions and Trust Issues Pt. 2

Here's the second part of the fic I began on the previous post. This story documents the beginning of Girya and Cid's relationship. They don't even know they're going to be an item soon!

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This went on for some time and as with anything that becomes routine Girya became too comfortable.

On this particular day, Girya perched on the railing to watch him, almost daring him to see her and say something. Her sleek green tail twitched with irritation; she hadn’t been getting much sleep herself between resuming her work to unlock her remaining chakras, fetching the materials for the Enterprise and watching Cid from the shadows. She was growing impatient waiting for him to slip up. Perhaps she could startle him out of this role he’d adopted.

Girya narrowed her eyes, boring holes into the back of his head and then into the spot between his shoulder blades when he bent forward to adjust something on the hull. He straightened and rolled his shoulders back. She remained undistracted by the flex of muscles that caused his shoulders and neck, rather she stayed focused despite the display, until her concentration shattered when he spoke loudly enough for her to hear.

“I don’t mind an audience,” he said, raising his arms overhead to stretch his back and neck. “But I do require that they lend a hand.”

She balked and struggled to think of some retort. As if to hammer his point home, he glanced over his shoulder right at her without having to search in the slightest. When she did not answer he grinned, the cheeky bastard.

“Either come down and help or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Trying and failing not to sulk, Girya slid off the railing to descend the steps. She walked with purpose, watching him as she did. He didn’t wait for her to alight on the landing deck before scaling a tall step ladder.

As she neared, he stretched out a hand, gaze fixed on whatever it was he was working on. “Hand me one of those bolts, will you?”

She looked down at the pile of bolts on the deck and in that moment decided that she would help rather than integrate. She dropped one of the bolts into his palm and he resumed his work, unaware of the ice in her eyes or not caring.

“Thanks,” he said. “You don’t have to stay up there, you know. There’s a much better view of her down here.”

He was right, she thought. The Enterprise was beginning to look more like she must have before she crashed; the blue canopies stretched, seamless and taut, over her head and the wooden deck. From here she could examine the massive wheel at the helm, the many handles tempted her hand even before the wood had been restored to a subtle luster. This miraculous machine had somehow survived years in the dark, freezing cold and could still climb high into the clouds – a marvel if she were to admit it and give in to her curiosity.

“I’m not keen on conversation when I really get to work.”

She looked back up at him to find him watching her with a light in his eye that hadn’t been there in Coerthas. She handed him another bolt. “You won’t have to talk much and I would be grateful for the help.”

Girya didn’t answer and he went back to work. She also did not remount the stairs to resume her distant stake out. The allure of the airship and the heights it could climb captured her imagination the way the tall trees of the Shroud captivated her as a little miqo-te in her village. If the price to be this close was handing the man tools occasionally, she could pay that easily.

From here she could keep an even closer eye on this supposed legendary engineer from here than from her spot on the upper platform. This arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfiction #a realm reborn #cid garlond #cid nan garlond #cidirya #cid x wol #wolship #Girya fic

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angryaurikhori · 2 years

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Khori, now is not the time nor the place for flirting. Trying to butter him up after confessing that Biggs and Wedge invited themselves along might work, but not after confiding that the suspicious and outlandishly dressed masked man lurking near the camp sounds an awful lot like Nero. Besides, he's way too focused on how to work those perfect crystals into fangs and if he has enough aethersand.

#cid x wol #au ra wol #cid nan garlond #khorijin getting into mischief in mor dhona

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nights-at-crystarium · 2 years

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✧✦✧ “Fragments” - episode 7 ✧✦✧

"Life is short, so fall in love, dear maiden, before your youthful ardor cools off, for there is no tomorrow."

New reader? episode list on tumblr | webtoon

#ffxiv #vivien rell #g'raha tia #cid garlond #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #ffxiv: fragments #fragment i: found and lost #own: next lvl

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sharlayandropout · 8 months

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Weapon

Part II (Part I here)

Back in Sharlayan, a couple of days after New Beginnings

#wolgraha #wol x g'raha tia #zefraha #zefraha endwalker #elezen wol #elezen #duskwight #gpose fics #gpose #ffxiv gpose #ffxivdialoguemaker #g'raha tia #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #tataru taru #cid garlond #ffxiv ironworks crew

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thearthangout · 27 days

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valenicedavereaux · 8 months

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Campfire, Part 1

#wolgraha #grahatia #g'raha tia #gposers #wol x g'raha tia #wol x exarch #miqote #cid #biggs #wedge #wolchan

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tasirfarosh · 1 year

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Cid vs the Female Omega Outfit

Tumblr user @yukiotacon had written something involving the F Omega Outfit for some Ishgardian men, but what about our resident Magitech nerd?

It was fairly late

Cid had already sent Biggs and Wedge home (they probably went out drinking though)

And Nero was gods know where

But that left Cid by himself, tinkering, trying to finish one final thing in the workshop

And then the sound of the large doors alerted him

Probably Nero again, he thought to himself

When he heard the sound of heels, though, he changed his mind

He glanced up, and oh. Oh gods.

He stared at the suit hugging your body, leaving very little to the imagination

Tools dropped

Mouth hanging open

Cid was properly stunned

Thank the gods he wears that thicccck apron or else, you know, wink wink nudge nudge

“[Y/n]-- Wha-- what is, what are--”

Face red, trying to look everywhere but you

Not that he didn’t like it. Absolutely the opposite

He was afraid he’d stare at certain... assets for far too long

You giggled at his reaction, brushing it off as trying to see what he’d do

As you turn to leave, however, you didn’t hear the sound of his apron dropping

Until you feel his hands on your exposed hips, pressed against your back

His... interest in the suit is well apparent now

“Where do you think you’re going? I think some... experiments may be in order, here.”

#ffxiv #ffxiv x reader #reader x ffxiv #reader x cid garlond #wol x cid garlond #wol x ffxiv

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ivorystand · 4 months

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"No, you are NOT putting weapons on the airship!"

Cid loves his partners dearly, but they certainly test his patience 😂😂

I started working on the airship stuff for the FC I made on Cactuar, and I knew just who would be in charge of it in the fic. A certain Garlean polycule with two engineering degrees... and Novia, she's there too 😂

#ffxiv oc #ffxiv #ffxiv ocs #ff14 #ffxiv wol #novia leontius #cid garlond #nero scaeva #oc x canon #polycule #poly ship

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smitten-miqitten · 1 year

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Some Cid/WoL propaganda

#ffxiv #ff14 #era hess #cid garlond #cid/wol #cid x wol #my drawings

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otherworldseekers · 1 year

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They Can’t Take You Away From Me: Amnesia AU part 1

Takes place after 5.0 but no spoilers. As always, feedback appreciated.

“Tataru! I’m home!” Severia’s voice rings through the Rising Stones for the first time in months, having just returned from another world.

Tataru emerges from one of the back storage rooms jumping for joy. “Severia! You made it back! Are the others with you?”

Severia kneels down to give the Lalafell a hug. It’s good to see her familiar face. “No. They can’t return yet. But we’re working on it. Don’t worry. There’s hope.”

“Of course there is. We have you on our side,” Tataru says, full of confidence. “Krile’s with them now. I’m sure she’ll want to check in with you.”

“Oh of course,” says Severia, but there’s someone else on her mind. Someone she absolutely must see right away. “Have you seen Nero around?” She doesn’t notice Tataru’s bright smile fade into worry.

“Er… well... The thing is…”

Severia drops her gear off on one of the empty tables in the common room. “No matter. I expect he’s at the Ironworks.” She heads back toward the entrance, eager to see her lover after so long away.

“Wait! Krile will want to talk to you! She’s concerned about-”

“Tell Krile I’ll be back in just a bit,” Severia calls over her shoulder.

Tataru sighs as Severia disappears through the door. She taps her linkpearl. “Cid? It’s Tataru. You’ll never believe this, but she’s back and she’s on her way over.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish it was. She’s set on finding Nero.”

Muffled cursing crosses the line. “Your job is to stall her!”

“Well, excuse me for being unable to halt the unstoppable force,” Tataru says with a huff.

Cid cuts off the channel and heaves a sigh. “It’s always down to me.” No sooner has he risen from his desk than he hears Severia’s voice in the main workroom and heading his way. “How did she get here so bloody fast?” he mutters grumpily.

Scrambling to head her off, Cid throws himself out of his office and manages to get in the way before Severia can reach Nero’s door.

“Severia! Welcome back!”

“Cid, it’s good to see you,” she says with a smile. “I was just looking for Nero.”

“Nero isn’t here,” Cid blurts out. “I sent him on an errand…” But typically, Nero takes that exact moment to emerge from his office down the hall. “Damnit,” Cid mutters.

As soon as Severia catches sight of his tall, blonde head, she starts forward eagerly. “Oh, Nero! You are here.”

Following behind Nero another man exits the office. Shorter than Nero, handsome with brown skin and dark golden hair, hand entwined in Nero’s, the man seems to be laughing at some comment of Nero’s as they proceed in Severia and Cid’s direction.

Nero barely glances at Severia. “I’m off for lunch, Garlond. Don’t let anyone touch my latest project while I’m gone. It’s in a highly volatile state.” As Nero and his companion pass them by, Cid catches the Hyur sending a malicious glance toward Severia.

But Severia has eyes only for Nero. Confused, she turns to follow them. “Nero… what…”

Nero looks back at her with a neutral expression as his companion places a possessive hand on Nero’s chest. “Sorry, do I know you?”

Severia freezes in shock. “What?”

“Look, if you had business with me with me before the accident then we can talk it over after lunch,” he tells her impatiently. “If not, don’t waste my time.”

Severia watches them go feeling stunned and paralyzed in her confusion. At last she finds her voice. “Cid… Cid, what’s going on? This is a prank, right? Tell me it’s a prank.”

Without waiting for Cid to reply, she runs out of the Ironworks and searches for Nero in the square outside. She spots him a moment later making his way toward the market. Running after him, she manages to grab his sleeve. “Nero, wait. This is a joke, right? I’m not sure I appreciate it at all, but it’s just a joke.”

Nero shrugs to his companion and frowns down at her. “I’m afraid I’ve no idea who you are. You look like an adventurer so I’m not sure what we would have to do with each other. I’ve little patience for adventurers.” He shakes her off his sleeve. “And less for adventurers who don’t respect personal boundaries.”

Nero’s companion gives a little chuckle and smirks down at Severia. “Next time mind your manners, little girl,” he says in a low, velvety voice, as he and Nero walk away.

Severia watches them go, panic spiking inside her. “Cid… Tell me what’s going on,” she says when he catches up with her.

Cid sighs again. “Severia, I’m sorry.”

“Just explain.”

“Let’s go to the Rising Stones. I think you should sit down before I start.”

Fighting the tears building behind her eyes, Severia agrees. When they get back to the Stones Tataru is there anxiously waiting for them. She catches Cid’s eye with a questioning look and he shakes his head. He wasn’t able to prevent the worst from happening.

“I’ll make some tea,” says Tataru and heads off to the kitchens.

Cid and Severia take seats at one of the tables in the common area. Severia looks at him expectantly.

“Don’t try to soften it, Cid. Just tell me,” she begs.

“The long and the short of it is that Nero lost his memories,” Cid says without preamble.

Severia pales. “All of them?”

“All of them,” Cid confirms. “There was an accident. A prototype he was working on suddenly exploded. He nearly didn’t make it, and when he did pull through, he didn’t know who he was anymore.”

She gasps. “But he’s alright now?”

“Physically, he’s completely healed. But his mind… We hoped it would be temporary. But it’s been about a month now since the amnesia started.”

Tataru bustles back out with a tea service on a tray and begins pouring for the three of them. Severia takes up a spoon and idly stirs her tea. “So he doesn’t remember me. But… he’s still working for you. You must have told him about himself. Did you not tell him about me?”

Cid and Tataru exchange guilty looks. “The thing is, he was so confused by everything I tried to tell him,” Cid continues. “And it was overwhelming him.”

“And you weren’t here,” Tataru adds. “We agreed that it would be too much to try and make him accept a lover he couldn’t even meet. And we hoped by the time you returned, it would all be resolved.”

Severia grips her tea cup as if it is a raft in a raging river. “I see. So he has no idea.”

“No. I’m sorry, Severia, truly sorry,” says Cid.

“Where does… that man come into it?”

Tataru takes a seat by Severia and puts her hand over the hero’s. “As soon as he began coming around, Cid and I knew we had made a mistake. But by then it was too late.”

“You must understand, Nero lost his memories, but he is still very much Nero. He quickly tired of me hovering around him and my efforts to make him remember. He got sick of hearing about his old life. He wanted to move forward. He stopped listening to me entirely.”

Severia can’t help a small smile. “How very like him.”

“And that’s when… that man showed up,” Cid growls.

“He calls himself Alecto, and I’d swear I never saw him before in this town until the day he started wooing Nero,” Tataru takes up the story.

“Wooing?”

“Oh yes, it was clear from the start what he was after. At least to us. But he’s a smooth bastard. He latched onto Nero’s insecurities right away and fed him a lot of lines about how if no one else could accept Nero for who he was now then he, Alecto, could. He pitted himself against Cid and the rest of us from the beginning. And perhaps we’d all made a mess of things from the start because it bloody well worked,” Tataru says bitterly. “Nero fell for it hook, line and sinker.”

“So then… they’re…”

“Romantically involved,” Tataru confirms grimly. “Gods, Severia, I’m so sorry.”

It makes sense, Severia thinks. Nero’s never been as independent as he thinks he is. He craves validation. He would see Cid’s efforts as trying to get him to be something he could no longer be. He would be easy prey for someone with the right words. I’m making assumptions. I don’t know that man’s true feelings. If he’s giving Nero something he needs… who am I to object? But she remembers the smirk the Hyur directed at her, the triumph in it. I don’t know what to do.

Leaving her tea cold and untouched on the table, Severia gets up. “I don’t blame you,” she says, trying to reassure her friends. “None of what has happened is your fault. But, I think I need to be alone for a while now. Excuse me.”

Flying over the crystalline landscape of Mor Dhona, Severia doesn’t think about where she is going. But it comes as no surprise that she gravitates toward the Crystal Tower. She lands on the terrace just past the Eight Sentinels, the place where she first spoke to Nero. The place where the two of them have come on so many nights to admire the inspiring view together. Their favorite place for star viewing. Severia dismounts and sits down at the edge of the terrace, feet hanging over the abyss that surrounds the Tower.

The dam bursts on the tears she has been holding back since he looked at her with eyes empty of recognition. Of all the many expressions and looks she has seen him direct toward her over the years, he has never looked at her like that before. As if she were nothing. The pain of it is shocking in its intensity. Their relationship had only started a few months before she was called to the First, but feeling it end like this is like having a limb suddenly cut off. A limb she never realized was so important to her.

Am I just going to accept it ending this way? She asks herself. But what else can I do? She doesn’t want to make this hardship even more difficult for him to bear.

Laying back on the cool stone and curling up on her side, she lets herself weep until all that’s left inside her is a dull ache of emptiness. The truth is that she’s afraid of seeing him again. Afraid of that void in his eyes where appreciation and affection used to be. Afraid it will break her.

“Oh gods, I love him,” she whispers to herself. “Why did I have to realize it like this?”

I can’t stay here, she knows. Not in Revenant’s Toll. Not in Mor Dhona. Not in Eorzea. Not on the Source. There’s only one place that isn’t tainted by memories of him.

And so the following morning, she repacks her bags and returns to Norvrandt.

#Severia x Nero #my writing #amnesia au #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #Tataru Taru #Cid Garlond #WoL/Nero #As Rivers Reach the Sea

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giryajaabwol · 1 year

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Girya Fic: Temper Your Expectations (Master Garlond)

Gentle fire light danced on the sandstone ceiling of Girya’s room; rolling sunset red, orange and every hue in between. On a regular night, the bed jutting from the wall was hardly enough space for her and Mame both but now two adults rested easily atop the cozy single-person. The soothing warmth of the firelight coaxed them into repose; close and comfortable.

Her pounding heart and tingling skin calmed at last. The man beneath her breathed deeply – steadily; her head lifted with each inhale that filled his barrel chest. She eventually let her eyes drift shut, lulled to near slumber by the thumb he brushed idly along her shoulder blade.

Girya sighed contentedly and he stopped.

“No, no,” she said. “You can keep doing that.”

Cid’s laugh rumbled in his chest. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.”

“Happy to oblige.”

They resumed their blissful rest and she might have fallen asleep on his chest if he hadn’t broken the silence.

“I imagine it's time for me to leave,” he said without moving a muscle.

Girya pushed herself upright, the movement sending her tangled unbound hair across her face.

“Don't get the wrong idea,” Cid said hastily before she could respond. “That was amazing albeit unexpected but…”

She cleared the hair from her face and leveled a wry look at him that made his cheeks burn. “I mean, it isn't that I hadn't thought about you this way, I just hadn't suspected that it would be reciprocal.”

“Is it really that hard to believe?”

Light glinted off the lenses of his goggles as he propped himself up onto his elbows. How funny that she hadn’t noticed them until now! It was strangely endearing how he never took them off - perhaps he forgot they were there and it seemed that she had too.

“Not entirely,” he said slowly. He had the look of someone hunting for the missing piece that would complete the puzzle. “In my experience, it’s the people that take the spotlight that women flock to.”

Girya couldn't stop the peel of laughter that burst out of her at this, earning her a confused look “How many people do you know that have had the word “prodigy” linked to their name?”

He blushed so deeply that she could distinguish the red on his cheeks from the red in the firelight. “You're parsing words. I don't deny that I capture a non-traditional attention of sorts but you know what I mean.”

The raw sincerity on his face wiped all of her unspoken jibes aside. It was obvious that he expected an answer from her but she hadn't stopped to think about why she was drawn to him and she certainly couldn't speak to it now; post coitus, nude and still in bed with him.

“Listen Cid, I don't think we need to dissect this right now, at this very moment. Hells, we may never need to.”

“I don't know that I can be in a relationship, Girya,” he replied. “I don’t know that I’m built for it. When this is all over, I don’t know where my work will take me. It could be…”

Girya chuckled and slipped her leg over his hips to straddle him before he could finish his thought. A playful tug at the beard on his chin drew him upright and nose-to-nose with her.

“Whoa! Temper your expectations, Master Garlond. You think I have time to be in a relationship? Like I said, this doesn’t have to be a thing. This can simply be two adults celebrating a victory by showing each other a good time.”

He still looked unsure but that lack of certainty didn’t keep him from wrapping his arms around her waist. She let go of his beard and leaned forward to pass the whisper of a kiss across his lips.

“Stop over thinking Cid.”

“I am told that's the one thing I’m not good at,” he murmured against her lips.

“That must be difficult to hear, for a prodigy of your caliber” she grinned and raked her fingers through the coarse silver hair that lined his jaw. “Let’s see if we can keep that busy mind of yours occupied for a little while longer.”

#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #a realm reborn #cidirya #cid garlond #cid nan garlond #cid x wol #wolship #Girya

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