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redwayfarers · 2 months

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vanilla gpose challenge ◇ npc

there are two great loves of nika's life. minfilia was the first. when he came to the scions, aimless and lonely, he stuck by her, because who wouldn't? who would look at her and think she's not worth the devotion? nika had just started his 20s, with a fresh scar on his face from a blow he took for a beloved friend, and minfilia offered a place to stay, a place to be useful, a place to maybe build something. and he fell in love, as one does, though his love was sadly one-sided, and minfilia never hesitated to use it to the advantage of scions and eorzea, often to much anguish to nika himself. but he allowed her. because being useful to her was enough. because he wasn't really made for anything else, was he? a bard to sing, a bowman to shoot, a knight to serve his lady. artoirel came in nika's life in what's arguably its most painful period yet. even if nika secretly thought his jaded, angry, grieving self would turn artoirel off, it did not. both are stuck with titles they have complex feelings for; both grew up parentless and lonely; it didn't matter that artoirel far outranked nika in ishgard for a time, nor did it matter that nika was an outsider. a knight lives to serve, true, but here they stood on equal ground, they spoke a common language. they found a life companion in each other, and eventually, a husband. he will love minfilia always, but he will always remember the way his love for her hurt. and he will sometimes be angry with artoirel, their prides will sometimes butt heads, but in the end, he knows that he's happy with him, and that love, for once, doesn't have to hurt. there are, after all, two great loves of his life.

#ffxiv #nero plays ffxiv #gpose #nika perseis #minfilia warde #artoirel de fortemps #nika x minfilia #nika x artoirel #wolfilia #wolartoirel #wolship #vanillagpose24 #ffxivvanilla24 #vanilla gpose #ffxiv wol #hyur wol #this had to be out i'm so sorry #i know the first week didn't end but i had to #i was vibrating about this

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ivorystand · 5 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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nights-at-crystarium · 2 years

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A tiny script piece, outtake from the main comic. Sometimes you come up with fun stuff but it doesn’t contribute to the plot, and I don’t have the luxury of distracting too much *looks at the 3+ years worth of Important Stuff To Draw*

G'raha: Onwards, then! He passes Vivi with a friendly slap on the shoulder, leaving a sticky note "kick me" on his back. Vivi leads the group to the Tower, everyone following him chokes and snorts. They pass Nero leaning on a wall. Nero: ... If you insist... Cid leaps to save Vivi from the rapidly approaching Nero.

#vivien rell #g'raha tia #cid garlond #nero tol scaeva #wol x g'raha tia #wolgraha #ffxiv: fragments #fragment i: found and lost #text post

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agent-jaselin · 4 months

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I’m enjoying the chaos of Baldur’s Gate being set between Calem’s time in Shadowbringers and Calem’s awful three or four months in Endwalker so i’m thinking that’s happening.

Astarion says goodbye to his new boyfriend fir a but and he comes back gravely injured and just. Grounds him. No more apocalyptic disasters for at least a year thanks.

#i feel like calem would go to get cud and nero and check up on things and then get massiveky derailed #bonus he has extra things to have nightmares about #bg3 x ffxiv #wol as tav #bg3

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chrysalispen · 2 years

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Prompt #30 - Sojourn

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The late summer air in Mor Dhona lacked the warmth of Ul'dah or the temperate mugginess of the Shroud but here at the edge of Silvertear Lake there was a soft, cool breeze, whispering in her hair like a mother's touch. The sun had set a good two bells past; stars twinkled in a clear sky and she could see the black outlines of trees and branches. Past that, the serenely glowing sentinel that was the Crystal Tower, a great monument reaching for the heavens.

The place where - for her, at least, in many ways - her journey had truly started.

Aurelia bent over with a soft grunt to pick up one of the stones that lay scattered amongst the shards of crystal - not from the tower or even the Calamity but the ill-fated maiden journey of the Agrius - and tested its heft in her palm. It was a goodly weight, not so heavy as to sink into the water but not too light to skip across its surface in pleasing ripples.

She perched upon a nearby outcropping of rock lying not far from a rusting chunk of steel hull, drew back her hand, and tossed the stone with a neat snapping motion. It skipped three times, four, five, before it submerged: swallowed by the dark waters around the wreckage of the dreadnought and the skeleton still wrapped about its length.

"Neatly done," called a familiar voice at her back. Aurelia smiled over her shoulder at its owner: a tall, lanky man wearing a long and leather-chased linen longcoat, the hem dusty and somewhat the worse for wear these days. The moon's watery illumination dappled patches of silver against his flaxen hair.

"Fancy meeting you here," she said. "I hope you haven't been looking for me too long."

"No." He sauntered down to the water's edge, hands in his pockets. "Mistress Tataru told me you'd gone for a walk to get some air. I thought you might be headed this direction."

"Good guess." Aurelia patted the empty space on her right. "Care to join me, Scaeva?"

"In your rock-tossing?"

"I'd hoped you might keep me company but I'll skip stones with you too, if you're willing."

"Right. One moment."

She braced her hands against the rock's surface and let herself relax, watching him pick among the crystal and sand much as she had done moments ago, and cast her eyes up to the twinkling lights in the sky. What was it Meteion had told her, back in the wastes of Ultima Thule-- the shine of those stars came from dead worlds, civilizations gone thousands upon thousands of years, centuries even, before their light had reached Etheirys... but some of those worlds might yet bloom with life once more.

Perhaps Meteion - armed now with fresh purpose - would find joy in her discoveries.

A tap on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Nero seated alongside her, holding out a handful of skipping stones with a faintly quizzical expression. "I'm all right," she reassured him. "Just thinking."

"About the...?"

He gestured, somewhat comically, in the vague direction of her stomach. Aurelia grinned at him and shook her head.

"I'm not nearly far enough along to start fretting about that - just a little tired here and there. Why? You're not worried something might happen while we're on the road, are you?"

A year ago, his pause might have worried her. Now she understood it came neither from hesitation nor a refusal to answer. She could tell by the tilt of his chin that he was simply mulling over her question and deciding how best to respond to it.

"...At the moment," he replied at length, "I think my answer is 'not particularly'. Does that satisfy you?"

"Aye, it does." Aurelia reached for his knee- bony as ever despite all that muscle of his- and gave it an affectionate squeeze. His left hand settled over hers in the same moment that his right cast a stone out across the water. Six skips.

She gave a low whistle. "You're better at this than I am."

"Am I?"

"I only managed five."

"The night is young and you've still got plenty of stones yet," he pointed out. She laughed, hefted another rock with her left hand this time, and threw. Four skips.

"So," Nero said as they both watched the water's surface tension flex and ripple. "What are you thinking about?"

Aurelia shrugged. "It really wasn't anything momentous," she said. "I was thinking about a question someone asked me. If I had enjoyed the life I've led thus far."

She thought he might laugh it off, make some wisecrack, bring a touch of levity to the discussion. Instead Nero only looked at her, turning another stone between his fingers, but not throwing.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"What did you say to them?"

Aurelia looked down at his large, warm palm where it enveloped hers, still resting on his knee. "To be honest... I couldn't really give them a satisfactory response at the time," she admitted. "That's not the sort of question with a 'yes' or 'no' answer, you know?"

"Everyone has a different... threshold? I suppose?"

"Well, yes, but so much of that answer depends upon where you are." She held up another stone, studying the small fissures and veins in the weak light, "It would be like stopping a traveler on the road to Ul'dah, or somewhere, and asking them if they were having a good trip. If you're just starting out, if you've had something good happen or something bad happen or you're tired or you're excited or really any old thing."

"Right."

He threw. The stone skipped. Six.

"I've had a bit more time to reflect upon it," she continued, "and I think... I think life is about moving forward. Or trying to, anyway."

"Unfortunately I know plenty of people who would argue that point - not that I'd take their opinions much under advisement."

"What I mean is... think about when you first came to Eorzea. Knowing what you know now, would you have rather stayed the course? Contented yourself with whatever research projects they allowed you to touch-"

"Yes, yes, I take your point. You're asking if I regret my decision to accept my losses, start anew, et cetera and no. I don't. Not even a little bit these days. The things I care about now are here."

"Well, that's a very sweet-"

"Lucrative contracts."

She scoffed. "Pillock."

"Caught you out."

"Because you were saving that one."

Nero didn't miss a beat. "Like a fine Dalmascan vintage."

"Awful man. I ask a serious question-"

"Well, you didn't let me finish, did you? What I have now, and I've no intention of giving up, is freedom. I can pursue any project I like. Go anywhere I wish."

"Friends," she pointed out. "You have those now."

"Aye. And Garlond." He paused, lips stretching in a slight rictus. "...Do me a solid, sweetling, don't tell him I said that. He's a big enough bloody head right now as it is what with me deciding to become a full-time engineer with his company. I'd never hear the end of it if he knew the truth."

Aurelia managed to keep a straight face. Only just.

"My lips are sealed."

"You're on that list of mine too, just so you know." Nero nudged her with a full-body lean until she leaned back with a soft chuckle. "But judging by that question I don't imagine you have many regrets yourself."

"No," she answered without hesitation. "Had I stayed I'd have... well, it's hardly worth musing upon now. But that's what I meant by asking. People don't ever really stay in one place. Not in my experience."

A glance at Nero's face showed a distant expression, eyes as far away as the light of the stars in the rift above.

"Good old Varis would have had me making more and more elaborate weapons until I was no longer of use-- or until that entire miserable house of cards finally collapsed beneath its own weight, as we saw. I'll not pretend it didn't take losing everything to have that moment of self-reflection, but for what it's worth I think we're of one mind. I don't believe it's in man's nature to stagnate, and that isn't a bad thing." He removed his hand from hers and stretched, biting back a small yawn. "It's certainly not in mine."

Aurelia smiled. "It never has been."

"Your turn."

"What?"

"You've still got one stone left."

"Hmm."

The light of Syrcus' massive spire caught her eye once more and the question resurfaced, like a stone washing up on the shore of an ancient lake.

And have you enjoyed your journey? Has it been good?

Tell me, my mirror. The life you chose-- did it bring you fulfillment?

Two different people in two wildly different contexts, one fundamentally identical question.

Was there one single answer? She still didn’t know.

I thought about giving up more than once. But I didn't. I set my feet forward, one before the other, even through the worst of it, and followed the road where it led me. I made choices, good and bad. I learned how to live with my mistakes and grow from them. I learned what love is, and I learned how to accept it. And I'm still learning.

They sat in uncharted territory now. The ancients were gone along with their grand dreams and terrible dooms, and with them Zodiark and Hydaelyn alike: the final vestiges of that long-bygone age. Silvertear Lake was just a lake now (though she didn't doubt it would see Midgardsormr's renewal eventually). Etheirys - their star - was just a star. One of the countless many spinning through the vast expanse.

Take your new life and live it, her mother still whispered.

Life was about moving forward. Even in this moment, they were only passing through to the next.

The breeze had returned, ruffling her hair. Aurelia shut her eyes for a long moment, reveling in it, before she opened them again. It was a beautiful clear night in the best company she could think of, the future stretched before them as a long and unknown road, and her only goal was to find whatever might lie over the next horizon.

Yes, she decided. The journey has been good.

Aurelia cast the final stone and watched as it sailed in seven smooth skips across the water.

"...Suppose we'll call it a draw," Nero said.

She slipped her arm about her companion's waist with a laugh. Together, the two adventurers turned their gaze to the heavens. The sea of stars wound a path around the tower and beyond like an uncharted path all its own.

#ffxivwrite2022 #prompt 30: sojourn #aurelia laskaris #nero scaeva #nero x wol #chrysalispen writes

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anjuthemage · 1 year

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Dreaming of a sweet sleep...

Nero x WoL

#nero tol scaeva #nero scaeva #ffxiv #warrior of light #ffxiv wol #nero x wol

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otherworldseekers · 2 months

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OC x Canon week Fashion prompt 3: Casual

#Severia x Nero #NeroWoL #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #wol x nero #oc x canon week #Severia and Nero dress up #All My Tomorrows

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riceballgremlin · 10 months

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#oc: Asteri Starsong #ffxiv #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv wol #Asteri(WoL)#wolmet #wol x emet selch #Asteri X Hades #nero tol scaeva

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haellen-o · 1 year

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i am hopelessly in love with posing these two, i fucking love my noodle armed man who can't lift his lady (It could potentially just be haellen is nearly 200lbs of pure muscle but i'm sure that has nothing to do with it)

#nero tol scaeva #nero x wol #wol x nero #ffxiv highlander #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #female hyur #wol/nero #wol/npc #highlander wol #reshade #garlean

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thearthangout · 1 month

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redwayfarers · 18 days

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AU where they dated or something (turned tragic)

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allycryz · 2 years

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Whoops I am ficcing in a tumblr post

citrus and inappropriate use of leylines and power dynamics

Hades x Thancred, Nerys x Nero, other pairings

"Stubborn to the last," Hades crooned. "Comfortable?"

His lover tested the pulsating bonds of the leylines locking his wrists behind his back. Said lover muttered something.

Hades tugged on his platinum locks. "Speak up, boy."

"Yes, considering." Thancred wriggled, testing the limits of the leylines. Around them was a wonderful chorus of moans and sighs. Hades had lived a thousand lifetimes, indulged in a hundred such events.

It never tired. But it did not diminish his other encounters to say he counted these gatherings at the Rising Stones to be among his favorites.

"Yes or no."

A grunt. "Yes."

"Good boy."

Thancred's cheeks turned a brilliant red. Very fetching. He inclined his head towards the chaise where Haurchefant lay between Nerys and Cid; languid beneath their attentions.

"Anyway, I'm right--dont you dare spank me right now, I'm serious--she isnt interested in him like that. I would know."

"I adore you," Hades told him and kissed the back of his neck. "Even when you are wrong."

"And you call me stubborn."

At that moment the man in question entered the scene--Nero clad in naught but leather pants dyed red. One of Nerys' creations he was sure--she had quite the talent for the awl and knife. His neck and back were a mass of marks , no doubt the recent handiwork of the erstwhile Azure Dragoon (who looked quite satisfied with his aether tinged claws manifested.)

He bent down to whisper something into Cid's ear, receiving a reprimanding hair tug in return. Men after his own heart, those two.

"He's there for Cid," said Thancred.

"Of course," said Hades as turned his aether into a warming oil to ease his way. "And we all know that one cannot be interested in multiple parties in either an orgy or the rest of life."

"Ass."

"If you so wish, dear boy." Hades was nothing if not obliging.

"Fuck."

"That is the point, generally."

He might use magical means to overhear the exchange happening on the couch: Haurchefant in raptures with Cid murmuring to him and Nerys saying something to Nero-

Who braced himself over the chaise to say something to her with his characteristic smirk in place-

And Hades would later concede it was hard to say who reached for whom first. But the end result was the pair of them becoming quite occupied with the other, kissing with passion and hunger.

"...That doesn't mean-"

"Give it up, sweetling." Hades chuckled into his ear. "It always goes so much better for you when you come around to my way of thinking."

#nerys eluned #nero x wol #do not perceive me #lemon

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