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Prompt #6 - Onerous
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"Cid? Are you in here? Tataru had something she wanted you to read and I-- oh."
Aurelia turned the doorknob after her perfunctory knock and froze in the center of the open threshold. The break room's only occupant sat at the nook table, his chair an island in a sea of discarded papers, stacks of books, and various magitek components. In front of him sat a small datalogging monitor, a tomestone in his left hand, and she realized he'd been quite focused upon something. Probably something to do with the Omega weapon.
He said nothing, only looked at her with a silent question in his raised brows. His expression was otherwise totally neutral. Aurelia couldn't read it at all and that made her unaccountably nervous.
"Oh," she said. Her throat felt tight. "Scaeva."
Nero tol Scaeva offered a stiff, polite nod.
"Eikon-slayer."
Aurelia wouldn't have thought that he of all people would resort to giving her the cold shoulder. Nero was an outspoken man, blunt-tongued and even temperamental on a good day, but she saw none of that now. His customary fire appeared burnt to ashes: blanketed instead in a wintry chill.
It felt... very unpleasant.
She was so taken aback by it that she almost said nothing. She could have simply turned on her heel and walked away without a word- saved herself some semblance of dignity. Instead she cleared her throat.
"I didn't mean to... ah, my apologies. I'm-"
Nero tossed the tomestone in his hand to the tabletop with an unceremonious rattle. "Looking for Garlond, I presume."
"I... yes. I am."
"As you can see for yourself, he's not here."
Despite the flat chill of his voice those periwinkle eyes were as sharp and hawkish when they fell upon her as they'd ever been, piercing his facade like a needle through silk. She could see plain as day the heat which gave lie to his outward indifference.
Aurelia swallowed and looked away.
"Right. Well, it seems I've interrupted you and I know you and the others have work to do. What with... looking for Omega, and all." She tried to offer a polite smile and knew it wasn't-- 'twas like it looked every ilm as awkward as it felt. "Never mind. I'll go check with Jessie and see if he's returned to the hangar."
"Wait."
Her hand had already moved to close the door; almost against her will she paused to cast him a questioning glance over one shoulder. That steady and unnerving stare lingered for a moment before Nero unfolded his lanky frame from the chair and gained his feet- and, she noted, made it a point to step around the scattered papers and drafting pencils as he did so.
"Why are you running messages for your receptionist?"
Aurelia blinked. It wasn't the question she had expected.
"I'm trying to help Tataru with her workload.. She's coordinating matters with General Aldynn. I know many people don't think much about her involvement, but she does a great deal of work behind the scenes, you know." She shrugged. "I'm the muscle, more or less. Until the Scions are called upon to move I might as well keep myself busy."
I'm the muscle. She hated to give such a tacit admission to that not days after he'd said it himself. It was a concession of his original point and that knowledge made her words stick squarely in her craw. But harsh truth or not it was a truth regardless. If she'd learned naught else from Fray, it was to be more honest with herself about the motivations of others.
Something hot flashed in Nero's eyes- a half-lit ember- and was gone nigh as soon as she'd seen it. What she did not miss, however, was the telltale clench of his jaw.
So that was what this was about, she thought. He was angry.
Aloud, Aurelia sighed. "Listen," she began. "I know you mislike this-"
"I am here solely to recover Omega, as well you know," he said, in a tone so dismissive it brooked no further discussion. "You and your allies' foray into starting a proxy war with the Empire is none of my concern. Garlond will be more than willing to join you, no doubt, but I believe I've wasted enough of my time as it is. Do as you wish."
The longer she mulled over his words, the more quickly she felt her own mood began to sour, until her irritation outstripped any sense of contrition.
Very well. If that's how he wants it I can play along.
"I must admit I'm not certain how you mean to recover a rogue Allagan warmachina on the wrong side of the wall unassisted, Scaeva," she gave like for like, ice for ice, "but I'll sure I'll be hearing from you as well once you decide I'm needed. It wouldn't be the first time you used me for your own ends, after all."
She saw her words strike home. The unyielding line of his mouth changed almost imperceptibly- she could see the way each corner of his lips went slack for a brief moment and his brows knitted. He looked as if he wanted to say something in return but she could not imagine what it might be.
And she was... not interested in whatever riposte he might have in store for her, Aurelia realized. She had better things to do right now than to pick yet another fight with this frustrating man. It had always been more trouble than it was worth to try and talk to him when he insisted on needling her and baiting her into arguments.
It was somehow even more bothersome when he was too furious to talk to her at all.
Without another word spared Aurelia turned her back on him, crossed the threshold, and slammed the door shut behind her.
#ffxivwrite2022#aurelia laskaris#nero tol scaeva#nero x wol#nero tol scaeva/warrior of light#though uhhh things are real tense here lmao#i'll probably end up using this in longfic tbh#though that's still a ways out#chrysalispen writes#prompt 6: onerous#garlean warrior of light
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i <3 the omega raids
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hey. hey tataru, get inside right fucking now.
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Your average Nero and WoL dynamic
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I don’t know how much interest Nero would have in returning to Garlemald, but I’d love a quest where the WoL gets a little guided tour.
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✌️
#rebootart#ffxiv#nero tol scaeva#Warrior of light#annaiette verdeleaux#she likes seeing em happy and smooching#emet selch
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Randomly decided to talk about Gentian's feelings about his fellow expat Garleans! Behind a cut because there's a few of 'em.
Cid Garlond
It would be so easy to hate Cid. Following in his footsteps at the Magitek Academy was a nightmare; following in his and Nero's footsteps was beyond the pale more often than not. Except... Cid is nice. Really, genuinely nice. And he's seen his at his weakest, when his mind was barely holding together, and while he was a bit brusque he was kind. Kind enough to look at a broken chronometer belonging to a dying man and think 'I don't know why I know how to fix this but I will because it will make someone happier'. Kind enough to look at Eorzea and think 'I want to help everyone' and then do it. Things are awkward between them sometimes, life being what it is, but Gentian genuinely likes him.
Nero tol Scaeva
Holy shit did Gentian hate his guts for a while there! He's so self-obsessed and rude! Aaaaand then Shinryu happened, and Nero was the first person to suggest an option that wasn't 'throw the Warrior at it'. And stuck around to help with Omega even when it got him genuinely hurt. Every time some top-grade magitek minds are needed, he's there with a smirk and proclamations of superiority, and somewhere along the line it went from 'oh my god shut up you enormous piece of crap' to 'oh look at Nero, we all know you love this shit'. So while it probably won't ever be more than distant friendship, it sure as anything improved once Gentian started to actually work out how to read his smug ass.
Lucia Junius
Is honestly kind of the biggest badass he knows. It didn't take being thrown out of an airship by her own side to drive her to freedom; she was sent into Ishgard to do terrible things and instead she saw the worth in one of her greatest enemies and turned coat because she believes in his dream. Just surviving the inevitable retaliation from her fellow spies is incredible, and then she went and modified a Reaper and turned it on the Emperor himself! Sometimes it feels like he should be intimidated, but honestly he views her as closer to a big sister who he wants to be more like. (Yay anxiety.)
Maxima quo Priscus
He didn't think much of Maxima on first glance. Mostly because he was too busy trying to rile Asahi up, because everyone in the Garlean army knows that Asahi is a social climbing little feral creature with a passable sword-arm and a hardon for Zenos that will never, ever be requited. Once everything fell apart, though, and Maxima stepped up? The respect was practically instantaneous. Even knowing that his entire mission was just an excuse to restart the war, he stepped up and decided to try and make it a reality. And when that failed, he came back to Eorzea and kept trying. How could he not like this man? It doesn't hurt that he's generally soft-spoken and a bit awkward in his own way, it's nice to have a friend who knows how tightknit the little neighbourhood communities in Garlemald are and understands how it's possible to love the country and the people and hate what the politicians have turned it into. They're really good friends, and Maxima is one of the people Gentian turns to when he needs to get away from the chaotic world of the Scions and just be himself.
Gaius van Baelsar
Of all the people to turn rogue, Gaius van Baelsar is the last on pretty much everyone's list. Which just goes to show how much he regrets what Lahabrea used him to do, he supposes. It's nice to have such a reliable (terrifying) ally out helping remove the Ascians from the equation, but there's just too much baggage on Gentian's end for them to ever be friends. Allies, though? Yes, that he can do. (And he absolutely makes time for Allie and the sons 'adopted' by van Varro. They none of them deserved his bullshit.)
#Gentian jen Dravis#Cid Garlond#Nero tol Scaeva#Lucia Junius#Maxima quo Priscus#Gaius van Baelsar#Warrior of Light
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#nero tol scaeva#gpose#ff14#ffxiv#warrior of light#wol#au ra#au ra raen#oc: Nymnir Nyven#i'll be real beshies I need to use tumblr more#just need to remember how to use it ig xd
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Dreaming of a sweet sleep...
Nero x WoL
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Cid and Nero are my dads. Send tweet
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With the barrier gone. The last phase had begun. We flew in on the enterprize and landed atop the Praetorium. Jelly scouted ahead. While Cid and Inheaded for control. We were surprised to find Gaius almost immediately. However, he set a magitek soldier on us. By the time i had dispatched it. He was gone again.
My linkpearl trilled. Jelly had found Maggie! She had been relocated to from Castrum Centri. No doubt for repairs. Cid set up base in control, and I dived down further.
With Maggie at our disposal, it was.timento make some noise. Gaius knew we were there, so why stay quiet. We blasted a hole in the sode and made our way down directed by Cid.
We had reached a blockade, and Maggies power wasn't just enough to see us through before shenshort circuited. I was sad to leave her behind. We made through the rubble into the next room butnwe were not alone.
The last of Gaius' minions. Nero tol Scaeva. His disdain for Cid was evident, and he cut off our link to him. I had only seen this man in visions, and already I wanted to drive him deep into the Seventh hell.
But he was a distraction. Jelly was in edge. She never told me why after. Not for a long time. You think you're the only one to have dealings with Garleans? She was ready to charge.
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv arr#warrior of light#wol companion#miqote#nero tol scaeva#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#ffxiv screenies#final fantasy gpose#ffxiv arr retelling
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flash fiction/prompt: “sink” [Nero tol Scaeva/Warrior of Light]
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nero scaeva and aurelia laskaris. m/f. pegging.
NSFW. Fic below cut.
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"Your previous paramour simply happened to own one of these?"
Aurelia's hands still mid-buckle, chin tilting to one side as her full attention falls upon him, smooth leather straps hanging idle in her hands for a moment before she continues about her work.
"A most enthusiastic instructor, as it happens," she says. "Although I will confess it was only the once."
"Our playing field is even." Hair like spun gold spills over her shoulder and over the soft teardrop curve of one bare breast. A single errant curl catches for a brief moment upon its peak, drawn taut with her anticipation, its coral flush florid and inviting. He runs the tip of his tongue along his lower lip at the sight as if savoring its imagined flavor. "I've not indulged myself in some time."
"Oh?"
"One other before you." A question flickers within her eyes, no doubt a prelude to the investigation she will pursue later, with her customary attention to detail. "And as you can see, I am quite willing to refresh our collective memory."
Old battle scars shimmer faintly like a tiger's stripes beneath the wiry layer of flaxen hair upon his lean legs as they part to make way for her, inner thighs making sinuous paths where they slide against the hips they will brace in a few moments' time. The slow and meticulous press of her oil-slickened fingers at his entrance is an exquisitely pleasant distraction, the faint burn of her movements offset by a familiar fullness.
His neglected cock twitches eagerly against the mild slope just below his navel and he cannot quite stifle his faint groan when she withdraws her hand and leaves emptiness in her wake.
"I will need a moment," she warns.
"As you like. Only do take some care with me, sweetling, if you please." There is pressure now, glorious pressure, slick and solid and implacable at that point of ingress. Nero flashes a quick grin to let her know all is well. She has not, after all, caused him any discomfort which he did not expect. "I've seen how merciless you can be with your other mounts."
She tilts her head back to laugh at his jest.
The sight of her unrestrained mirth never fails to quicken his pulse: the exposed column of her throat, the toss of her sunlit hair, the delighted silver peal of sound that follows in its wake. In battle, she is graceful and deadly; in debate and in study, among the most impassioned and erudite of scholars, her mind in its own unique fashion as quick and facile as his own, or Garlond's, or her fellow Scions for that matter.
But this laugh is the secret she shares with him. It is his, and his alone, and it will never belong to anyone else on the star.
The knowledge burdens a hidden part of himself that has nothing to do with desire. It is part and parcel of a persistent and bothersome emotion he cannot quite name, lingering without an end in sight, like the full throb of an ancient hurt on a brisk winter morning.
Nero does not know what to do with it.
She is sinking into him.
Her hips press flush against his, and the world and all its cares and complications recede to the edges of his periphery, swallowed whole by instinct.
#nero tol scaeva#aurelia laskaris#garlean warrior of light#nerowol#nero tol scaeva/warrior of light#lemony business
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Something a little spicier for my horny mutuals and followers
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv addict#ffxiv viera#ffxiv fanfiction#final fantasy fanfiction#fanfic#urianger augurelt#nero tol scaeva#warrior of light
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A moment of agreement
So! I didn't have anything I could think of that worked for this. But this morning I happened to to get the motivation to work on my ARR wip and it coincidentally fits this prompt! So consider this a combination answer/ WIP Wednesday offering. It's just after the last bit I posted of chapter 6 of Something's Gotta Give.
“Oho, so here you are, Warrior of Light,” said the Saucer’s proprietor. “Skipping away from your duties to tryst with your lover. I had thought better of you than that.”
“He’s not my-” Severia reddened. There was no point. It looked exactly like what he said it did.
“Your little party is not a duty of hers,” Nero interjected, his tone acidic. “Certainly not if you are going to thrust her into situations without her permission. You overstepped, old man.”
“She agreed to assist in my efforts to raise money for the needy,” Godbert said.
“She agreed to nothing. You bullied her into attending your gala,” Nero shot back. “And you’re treating her like a marketing gimmick.”
“You act as though I’m doing this for my own benefit. The orphans-
“I don’t give a damn about your orphans.”
“You wouldn’t, would you, Nero tol Scaeva? Considering you’re the man who made many of them. Oh yes, it wasn’t difficult to find out your identity. What you are doing here with the Warrior of Light, however, is still a matter I am deeply curious about,” said Godbert as he faced Nero with calm confidence.
Nero opened his mouth to retort, but paused when he felt a small hand on his arm. Severia gave him a smile that she hoped conveyed that he was grateful for his defense of her, but he was clearly making things worse at this point. She steadied herself and turned to Godbert.
“His presence here, at this gala, is your own fault,” Severia countered. “His presence with me in Eorzea is Scion business and none of yours. But I think we can come to an agreement, Mr. Manderville. I will participate in your auction. You will keep your nose out of my actions and affairs afterward.”
Godbert stared at Severia with a calculated expression, but she didn’t back down. “Very well, Warrior of Light, I will agree to your proposal. On one condition.”
“What is that?”
“No tricks. I want you to be seen dancing with someone other than your Garlean paramour,” he said with a growl.
“He’s not my-” Severia sighed. “Fine.”
Godbert nodded. “I’ll expect you back in the ball room momentarily.” He exited through the balcony doors, leaving them open.
Nero laid a hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” said Severia with more confidence than she felt. “I have a plan.”
Thanks so much for sending me an ask! 🥰
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The Ironworks Gang Hands Out Starlight Gifts
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cid nan Garlond/Nero tol Scaeva, Maelie/Ronantain
Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) - Character, Male Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) - Character, Cid nan Garlond, Nero tol Scaeva, Biggs (Final Fantasy XIV), Wedge (Final Fantasy XIV), Maelie (Final Fantasy XIV), Ronantain (Final Fantasy XIV)
Additional Tags: Oneshot, Original Male Character(s) - Freeform, Christmas, Starlight Celebration (Final Fantasy XIV), Nero tol Scaeva being Nero tol Scaeva, Fluff, Funny
Summary:
It's Starlight in the Firmament, and the Ironworks Gang is joined by WoL Kyler Drake in handing out gifts!
Oh wait, what's this? NERO TOL SCAEVA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR?!
Kyler smirked as he watched Cid fiddle with his Starlight hat again. “You know, it would probably sit better if you removed your goggles.”
Cid shrugged. “It’ll stay long enough as it is. We’re nearly out of toys, anyway.”
A fair point. Kyler’s toy sack was considerably lighter, and from the looks of it, Cid’s, Biggs’, and Wedge’s were, too. Wedge waved farewell to two children as they departed with new toys in tow. His toys had been particularly well-received, being a new invention: a toy airship that could shift and click until it transformed into a warrior. He called them Changers, though he could’ve called them anything and the children still would’ve been clamouring for them. Kyler’s toy toolsets came in at a close second in popularity. He took a particular note of pride and hope in inspiring the next generation of craftspeople and engineers, especially in the Firmament. After one thousand years of destruction, Ishgardians seemed ready and eager to see what they could create.
“Thank you for joinin’ us, Kyler,” Biggs said as he placed a hand on Kyler’s shoulder. “Means a lot to the wee ones, getting’ a gift from the Warrior of Light and all.”
Kyler nodded with a small, sincere smile.
Biggs continued with his other hand raised in a pointed finger. “And that’s what this whole kerfuffle’s about, ain’t it? Much as Jessie says that this’ll help promote the business as well, it’s worth doin’ even if there weren’t no business to promote in the first place.”
“Oh, I’m not so sure about that.”
Biggs’ eyes widened beneath his goggles. “Nero?”
Their gazes turned to Nero as he approached. Two mammets carrying a large sack followed in his wake. Judging from the corners jutting against the heavy fabric, and the uniform shape, it contained several boxes.
Nero smirked and removed his sunglasses as he came to a stop. “Come now, genius and generosity are not mutually exclusive. There’s no reason why we can’t show off while being charitable at the same time. Especially when we’ve so much to show off in the first place. Well, I do, at least.”
“Happy Starlight to you too, Nero,” Cid replied, deadpan.
“What’s that you’ve got with you?” asked Wedge, one hand to his chin in curiosity.
“Why, Starlight gifts, of course. Made by me.” Nero paused to look around. “Where can I find more children? This would be far more convenient and economical if they gathered someplace where we could find them instead of the other way around, but I suppose I can only expect so much from Eorzeans.”
“There’s two over yonder, by that statue,” said Wedge, pointed to them.
“’By that statue’ in Ishgard could be anywhere,” Nero remarked and put his sunglasses back on. “Come along, then. All of you, not just the mammets.”
As fate had it, they weren’t just any children – at least, not to Kyler. As they approached, they overheard Ronantain pleading with Maelie.
“You will be welcome in our house, Maelie, I promise.”
“Are you sure? I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout fine dinin’, and I ain’t got anything fancy to wear.”
“My uncle could teach you the basics of proper dining etiquette. And we could buy you a dress. Consider it a Starlight present.”
Kyler’s smile widened as they reached the children. “Hello Maelie, Ronantain.”
The children looked to him. Maelie gasped. “Kyler!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. “Happy Starlight!”
“Happy Starlight,” Ronantain added with a smile and a bow of his head.
“Happy Starlight,” returned Kyler with gentle laughter in his voice. “Can we have a moment of your time?”
The children nodded with Maelie’s “uh-huh” and Ronantain’s “very well”.
“Judgin’ from those Saint hats most of you are wearin’, are you all Helpers?” asked Maelie.
Kyler nodded.
Nero stepped in with a flourish of his arms. “I hope you children are ready for the greatest Starlight gift you’ve ever received. Everything before will pale in comparison, and everything to follow will be rendered underwhelming. Kyler, if you wouldn’t mind…” He indicated to the sack the mammets were carrying.
Wedge nudged Nero’s leg and hissed under his breath, “You’ve got some nerve asking him of all people to be your bag boy!”
Nero glanced down. “We’re Helpers today, aren’t we? Why wouldn’t Kyler want to help me bestow these children with gifts?”
“It’s fine, Wedge,” said Kyler. “Today, at least.” He gave a pointed look at Nero, who shrugged with a victorious grin. Kyler retrieved two of the boxes from within the sack. He handed them to Nero, who handed them to the children.
Ronantain read the text printed on the top of the boxes: “’Nero tol Scaeva Presents The Simple-Serve Oven’.” He arched an eyebrow. “Do you mean to say that there is an entire oven in this box?”
“I do. Well, a miniature one, inspired by the cooking sets used by those of the Culinarians’ Guild but designed to be so simple that even tykes such as yourselves can use them.”
“’Tykes’? With all do respect, ser, we may be children, but we are not infants,” Ronantain countered, his brows furrowed.
Nero shrugged. “Children these days, my goodness. So ungrateful.”
Maelie finished prying open the top of her gift box and cooed. “Ronantain, I think this really is a wee little oven.” She looked to him, excitement brightening her features. “We can bake treats for the patients at Ser Vaindreau’s!”
Ronantain blinked at her. “Oh, I-I don’t know how to bake.”
“I can show you! I remember baking with my mum when I was little…I think. It’s not so hard – you just put the ingredients together, mix ‘em up, and put ‘em in the oven.”
“I can share a few easy recipes with you next time I come to Ser Vaindreau’s,” added Kyler. “I’m sure the patients will love them.”
Maelie smiled at Kyler before turning to Nero. “Thank you so much for the gift, Mister Helper! We’ll put it to good use. Won’t we, Ronantain?”
Ronantain cleared his throat, composing himself. “Aye, that we shall. Thank you very much for these gifts.”
“Much better,” said Nero. “You’re welcome. Run along, now. You’ve got treats to bake and, uh, more of whatever it is you children do.”
Both Maelie and Ronantain looked at Nero with a confusion-pinched brows for a moment. Then Maelie shrugged.
“Let’s take these to Ser Vaindreau’s and set them up. Charlemend is there already, I’m sure he can help us if he’s not too busy already,” she said. “Bye Kyler! And Kyler’s friends! Thanks again!”
“Farewell for now,” added Ronantain. As the children walked away, Kyler and company heard him say to Maelie, “Speaking of my uncle, he and I really would love to have you over for our family’s Starlight dinner. It wouldn’t be any trouble at all.”
“It does sound nice. And…you’d really be willin’ to buy me a fancy dress for it?”
“As fancy as you please. Like a sentinel tree ornament.”
The last they heard of Ronantain and Maelie’s conversation was Maelie giggling.
Biggs, Wedge, and Kyler fell into a conversation about what to do with the dregs of their toy bags – if they should combine them all into one, where to go next to finish them off, where to go afterwards for a good drink to celebrate. Cid stood next to Nero as their discussion began.
“I’m impressed,” Cid commented as he put a hand on the back of Nero’s arm. “Even if I’m also waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“There’s no other shoe. I suppose you could say that the Saviour of Eorzea is rubbing off on me. Fighting alongside him instead of against him in Garlemald had me thinking. This is my gift to him, in a sense.”
“That and showing off your genius is something of a gift in its own right, isn’t it?”
“Oh, very much so. And speaking of gifts…” Nero reached into his coat and withdrew a once-folded piece of paper, which he handed to Cid.
Cid eyed the paper for a moment before taking it. “Nero, if this is another invoice…”
Nero smiled.
Cid unfolded the paper. His brows furrowed. “This is a…a reservation confirmation for The Bismark?”
“For two. In two day’s time.”
Cid looked to Nero. “I don’t know what to say…and I haven’t gotten a gift for you yet.”
“Just be there. And remember to wipe the grease and dirt from your face this time.”
Cid chuckled sheepishly. “Right. That much I can do.”
“I know.” Nero lowered his glasses, winked at Cid, and put them back into place. “Ah, ‘twould seem that Kyler’s spotted some more rugrats.” The two of them – and Nero’s mammets – began following Kyler. Nero looked to Cid as he noticed him fiddling with his hat. “That would likely sit better if you remove your goggles.”
Cid removed his hat and offered it to Nero. “Perhaps you’d rather wear it instead.”
“I’m not feeling that generous.”
#fanfic#by me#ffxivswap#ffxivswap 2023#ffxiv#ffxiv spoilers#nero tol scaeva#cid garlond#biggs ffxiv#wedge ffxiv#ronantain de durendaire#maelie ffxiv#cidnero#maelie x ronantain#christmas#starlight celebration#theworldwalkerswols
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The night before leaving for Ultima Thule, the Warrior of Light coaxes a certain engineer away from working on the Ragnarok.
#ffxiv#ff14#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#warrior of light#wol#nero tol scaeva#wol x npc#wol x nero#I have... so many feelings about these two#somehow this is the first bit of art I do for them#yes it's messy but so are my feelings about their relationship#crane does art
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