The "Be My Valentione!" Creative Writing Contest (NA) - OFFICIAL ENTRY THREAD

To the dear Miqo'te who stands vigilant upon the beaches,

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Though I have not held residence in the Mist for long, One of the first sights I had set my Pince-nez covered eyes upon was your stalwart figure, standing by a chair filled only by the salty sea air, and your snow-white hair, matching the paleness of your skin. At first, I thought you were simply a static illusion, a cursed figure to watch the seas for eternity. but the first time you moved, summoning that... extremely large leaf from what I can only assume is the awesome power of your magnificent will, I was struck. Not by love, but by a deep respect one would equate to a leader or hero of yore. I can only assume yours is a sacred duty, decreed by Hydaelyn herself, and though I cannot help you in your destiny, I can motivate you with my silent support, and I will continue to admire you from afar, as, being the strong and silent type, you seem to be unkeen to speaking, despite my numerous attempts. My respect for you goes beyond any romance, though it is love none the less. I pray you shall continue to watch over that chair and the beach in which my house resides by.

Yours truly,
Forum Aver'age, a residence of the Mist, and respecter of women.

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Forum Aver'age of Famfrit, if I win, I would like the Scarf of Wondrous Wit.

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Ser Aymeric –

I had oft thought of how to speak these words aloud but, as fate would have it, I was nary so brave enough to try. For you see, when it comes to matters of the heart, my entire visage threatens to crumble. In light of that, I have decided to commit my thoughts to missive instead.

It’s been awhile since we’ve last spoken, but know you are never far from my thoughts. I remember that, not so long ago, you and yours had taken in the remaining Scions. In times that I find myself swayed toward cynicism, I’m reminded of that kindness.

Moreover, your grace was beyond compare.

Together, we came to the precipice of war and were able to stave the tides of adversity, and you sacrificed more than most could imagine. Still, through all of it, you smiled.

That optimism was infectious.

In fact, it crept up on me and left me bereft once it was gone. Of all the memories we shared, there were few that were neither dire nor dismal and, yet, of those few happy moments, I’m so fond. Everyone had always, otherwise, treated me as a wayward companion, a savior, someone to look up to, but never an equal. Save for you.

While our routes may have diverged, with you leading Ishgard into a new era, as the highest elected official in the House of Lords, and I as the realm’s most regarded primal slayer, we are still bound together not only by our deeds, but our beliefs as well. You once said, “Right or wrong, this is who we are, and we deny it at our peril.”

Regardless of what paths we travel, I hope that someday mine will lead me back to you.

With deepest regards,

Auraxi En’elloutte

Name: AuraXi En'elloutte
World: Malboro
Prize: Noble Barding

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To my dearest Haurchefant,

My hopes are that this letter never reaches your eyes, for I was lying in wait for this horrible war to subside before I told you the contents of this letter. But for just this once, as we prepare to progress through The Vault, rescue Ser Aymeric, and put a stop to the deeds of Thordan VII, I must concede to my heart and profess my truest intent.

I long for your embrace; a fire burns in my heart for you far more intense than the bright flames of Ifrit himself (and I must assure you, through my own experience: they are certainly not mild).

Your tender gaze and sweet words, paired with your inimitable bravery and tact, has seduced me, an impressive feat indeed. Your kindness knows no bounds, and I feel envious as I observe your heroic deeds. There is seldom a man so noble, so upright as someone such as yourself. It is an understatement to state my unwavering respect of you.

So whatever may happen in these hopefully final struggles, I wish to protect you as you have protected me, and I hope to continue to find sanctuary behind your shield.
I love you, Lord Haurchefant of Fortemps, and I can only hope that once this war is over, you will be able to say the same words back to me.

Forever your admirer,
Ritan Pharros

P.S. If you so happen to come into possesion of this letter, I must admit this is simply a practical joke, and so none of this must ever be spoken of again. Just forget about it all!

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Name: Ritan Pharros
World: Cactuar
Reward: The Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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To my beloved Haurchefant,
It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Many moons passed since the end of the Dragonsong War and I’ve been doing well. Trials have yet to wane, but I will continue to push onward. I must confess, however, that I’ve done a great injustice to myself.

I have not done good on my promise of visiting you as much as I liked. I could not even spend the 7th sun of the 1st umbral moon, my nameday, with you. When I believed respite is within reach, conflict calls my name...

I am aware this never will truly reach you, but my heart aches for your presence. When your untimely demise played out before my eyes, my world shattered. I couldn't cast Cure. I couldn't cast Raise. I was drowning deep in my tears. But in the end, it strengthened my resolve as a White Mage. Death may have taken you away, but I am now ready to fight for those I can yet save.

You mean so much to me. You were the one who took me in when Eorzea turned on me. You made Ishgard my second home. Your warmth made it so I couldn’t feel the chill of the snow. You were my beacon of hope. Had I not found solace with you, my life would likely have come to an end, drowning in despair.

I truly meant it when I said 'I love you' that day. It was as if Menphina has pierced through the overcast snow and blessed me with meeting you. Perhaps this is why the mark of the lover resides where you rest.

I will remember to smile.
I will always remember your kindness.

And may we be reunited when all is over, my beloved knight.
Kiemi'a Shezorei

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A letter by Kiemi'a Shezorei of Leviathan. May I wish for the Bluebird Earring should I win.

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To my dearest V'Kebbe,

The moment I stepped into the Rogue's Guild I knew I would embark on an incredible, and adventurous, journey. However, I was not prepared to meet the love of my life at the same time. We have shared numerous, and memorable, days together. From chasing sinister thieves, to relaxing and eating Finger Sandwiches. I could never ask for anyone else that I'd rather spend those days with. I will admit that I didn't think the quiet, pink-haired girl sitting at the table would be the one to so easily take down the Dainty Demolishers. That was surprising, but in a good way. That was the moment that I knew you were the one. Every day since then I have awoke with excitement as to what the new day has in store for us. Not once has there ever been a dull day spent with you. It is my dream to spend many, many more days with you. Every last one of my days, if you'll have me. My sweet, beautiful V'Kebbe, I shall end this letter with one final question, in hopes that I receive a welcoming response.
V'Kebbe, will you be mine?

Forever, and always, Kasper Dg.





Name: Kasper Dg
World: Malboro
Prize: Bluebird Earrings

Amour de ma vie, love of my life, how long as it been?

The countless moons that have passed since you have swept me off my feet. My undying feelings will never wind down, those that have doubted me, countless times saying to just sweep my feelings under the rug brings me to tears. That is the last straw, they know nothing of our love! know nothing of what we both had to go through!

Do you remember our first kiss? You were so shy, stiff standing there, leaning in the corner, it was so cute. You were so very shy but you were so handsome. I came over to you while you were on duty, nervous you backed yourself into the butlers pantry. Did you see me? did you know? I must have really startled you as you fell back. T'was quite a dirty trick you pulled kissing a guest at your matrons party, I had always thought you to keep it clean, no?. Sweeping me off my feet, kissing me with those little bristles of yours. I'm so giddy in this moment remembering it!

Tell me my love, will we see each other again? Will that forsaken curse let you leave her despicable cave? I still hold the ring you gave me and not even that Witch can pry it from me. You are always in my heart, my Statuesque Groom to be.

Izzy Cadentia of Cactuar
Noble Barding
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Dearest Hilda,
You probably don't know me, but my name is Zwight Vincent, and I am but a humble inventor. I work day in and day out, finding new ways to help society with the amazing power of technology. Nothing distracts me from this fact…nothing…except………….
How do I explain this? When I see you, my heart skips a beat. You walk into the bar with a shine that hurts the eyes of even the blind folk.
I must know…after all this time…what do you use? What material do you use to put such a shine to your gun? I’ve been cleaning my machines for years, but never have I seen such matte create that blinding of a shine. Is your gun made from a different material? Please, I must know! I offer you a free dinner to discuss our love towards the mechanical devices we utilize!

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Username: Zwight Vincent
Server: Balmung
Prize Selection: Noble Barding

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Dearest Estinien,

I'm honestly unsure how to start this. I wonder if you're familiar with Valentione's Day? Though you're of Ishgard where the holiday originates, I'm certain if you were aware of it that you'd have dismissed it as frivolous in your years spent snuffing out Nidhogg's rage. Far more pressing concerns than exchanging affections with admirers, right?

I apologize for my rambling; I've a bad habit of being cyclical when nervous, which I strangely find myself as I clutch my pen. I'm sure the point I'm trying to make with this message is clear to you; why else send a letter making note of Valentione's? I don't know when I began to develop these feelings towards you. Certainly not when we first met when I sought out training in the lancework of the Dragoons. Maybe somewhere along the roads through Dravania? I don't know. What I do know is that after Nidhogg seized your body in Azys Lla, I felt... empty. The feeling nagged at me for days, weeks, months.

Perhaps during a conversation with Alphinaud. Everyone else seemed resigned that for Nidhogg's threat to be ended, you had to die too. He was the first I'd heard express a wish to save you; a wish I realized I shared. And when we succeeded, I was overjoyed. I understand why you didn't linger long afterwards; I know well the call to wander, though I was elated to encounter you on the Azim Steppe. I'll not write something so foolish as to ask you to come back to me. What I will say is this: I have a small cottage on Hingashi. If ever your travels bring you to Kugane, I'd like for you to know my door is always open for you.

Safe Travels Sincerely yours
Love, Zana

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Character Name: Zana Amariyo
World: Behemoth
Prize Selection: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

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My darling Y'mhitra,

Many have been our adventures together. In our explorations of the ancient mysteries locked away beneath the ground in Mor Dhona, we have rekindled the long-forgotten art of summoning. We have fought side by side against the Ascians of the Twelfth Chalice. And we have unlocked the secrets of perhaps Allag's greatest master summoner. Through our efforts, Eorzea’s understanding of the arcane has grown tenfold.

Yet I write to you now not on matters of magic, but on affairs of the heart. Y'mhitra, from the day we met, I have been enraptured by you. Your eyes, green as Garuda's feathers. Your hair, white as Ramuh's beard. Your skin, warm as Ifrit's flames. Your beauty entranced me at once when I first beheld you at Apkallu Falls, and yet what truly captivated me was your mind. Your keen insight into the nature of the Primals, your deep understanding of the workings of the arcane, your untempered desire for yet more knowledge... They have well and truly captured my heart.

I presume that you have thus far been unaware of my feelings for you; long have I hidden the true nature of my soul behind a stoic and scholarly exterior. Yet inside I thrill at your every call, my heart soaring at the thought of being by your side to study an Allagan relic, or decipher an ancient text, or discuss a new technique for summoning.

I pray that your own professional demeanor masks feelings to match my own, and that we can be more than friends and colleagues. But give me the chance that we may know each other truly and deeply, and together we will change the world forever.

Magically yours,
Vormaux Haurtefert


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Character: Vormaux Haurtefert
World: Leviathan
Prize: Noble Barding

My Dearest Minfilia,

I am sorry that I never got to tell you how much I love you. Now that you are gone I fear that a part of me is gone as well.
You once told me that I was the one person that you could lean on. The same was true for me. Everything I did was to try and keep you safe. Every time I told someone that we need to act to protect our friends and loved ones yours was the first face in my mind. I have never doubted Hydalyn’s will but this pain I feel in your absence is almost too much. I will however continue to carry as on I know you would want that. I believe in the work we are doing and I hope to make you proud

I place my faith and hope in Hydalyn’s will. I pray to Her daily that once day she will reunite us and when that day comes I will let you know my feelings for you and never take another moment together for granted.

My deepest love,

Your Warrior of Light Clark Griffin


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Written by Clark Griffin of Coeurl. If Selected I would love to have the bluebird earrings