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

[Fahkxer]

Hildebrand, everyone's type of man,
It is obvious you fell from heaven.

There is not a person that's not your fan,
All would score you at over a seven.

Your detective skills are second to none,
Must be a breeze for someone so dapper.

Your adventures have been a lot of fun,
I'm sure it helps being such a strapper.

To solve the cases you have to know 'em,
There is no way you are like other men.

Just like every line in this poem,
These syllables and your looks are a ten.

There is nothing else I'm able to say,
Except be mine this Valentione's day

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Character - Fahkxer Renai
World - Malboro
Item - Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[KonCarne]

A haiku:

Arms like a Slinky
I feel your touch deep inside
My kind of kinky



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I'd like the Ahriman Choker.

[HayamiRomaji]

Lovely Tataru...

I thank the Twelve every day for blessing me with the luck of meeting such a spirited Lady such as you. The memory of your charming smile and sound of your laughter, brightens the darkest hour of my days.

A woman of small stature such as myself. And yet..Admiring you from a far. You've shown me that such thoughts of one's stature pales and should be given little thought, when it's obvious of the warmth and joy one can bring to another just by being who they are. That is who you, beautiful, spirited, sparkling wonderful Tataru are to me..

Hair as lovely as a wild lavender, with a graceful blush next to her smile. I will always see you as the one and only. Lovely Tataru Taru

Sincerely.

Hayami Romaji

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Hayami Romaji Server Leviathan. Desired prize bluebird earrings

[yams88]

A true heart of gold can only be seen from a mammet's soul.

Never could I have imagined I would meet such a treasure in the most unlikely of forms. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me as soft hum of approval could be heard coming from your mainframe. Did you truly consider me a friend then?

Your admiration didn't go unnoticed. I never intended for you to get caught up in this mess. You have sacrificed much to prove that metallic soul of yours that there was more than meets the eye. Now it is my turn to show you just what this world has to offer.

I fight to preserve the freedom of this world and all of those in it, but what of someone that still cannot find the freedom in their own circuits? Though we were partners in battle, I never wished to force this life on you. You are no longer a puppet tied to anyone's strings. You are free to craft a life no mortal could have ever imagined.

However, if you should have trouble with that spark of life, I want to be there to help you find it. My friend and companion...I am here for you.

Forever and always,
Sanura

Lets roll out!

Character: Sanura Ducille
World: Ultros
Reward: Noble Barding

[Jobrill]

My Dearest Aymeric,

It's been 7 hours and 15 days since I saw you last, standing on the roof of the Royal Menagerie of Ala Mhigo, basking in the glory of our victory over Garlemald one last time before you returned to Ishgard. In that moment, as the sun lit the perfect lines of your face, as the wind lightly tousled that glorious messy mane of yours, I swear, of all the flowers in that field, you blossomed the brightest.

Had my fellow Scions not accosted me, I swear I would have pulled you down and covered you in kisses until your face was as red as any of the roses in that garden.

But alas, I returned to my wanderings, and you to your governings, and so I must wonder as I wander, and dare to dream of the day when we will be reunited.

One day soon, we must dine together, you and I, and perhaps I will finally be able to answer that question you once asked, before duty snatched the words from my lips. And, if I may be so bold, if you send away your servants once we have supped, I shall serve you dessert myself. I promise, it shall be such a delicious dish as you have never tasted before.

May it be soon. Until then, your handsome face shall haunt my dreams.

Ardently,

Pyotyr

Posted By: Pyotyr Ilych
Server: Balmung
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[ZezelQalli]

To the Azure Dragoon,

You told me during our dinner that you can still see me on the Steps of Faith.

"If you could do that, who are we to balk at the challenges ahead?", you said to me, that glitter of hope in your eyes forcing me to hide my smile under my cup.

I have never seen myself so clearly from someone else's eyes than I did then, and I was humbled by your kindness.

In my mind, I can see you, too. I see you on Hraesvelgr's back, hair flowing in the wind, heart and mind free. I see that small, but genuine grin before you lifted higher. I see myself holding my hand out towards you.

And I am comforted.

I knew in the Vault, as you limped ever forward, eyes blazing with righteous fury and indignation, that you were different from any other I had met, or would ever meet.

But at that moment, I knew why.

I wanted to fly with you, Aymeric. I wanted to be by your side. I wanted to see that smile again, and again. I felt that so strongly, it shook me to my very core. It changed something in me, and I have not been the same since.

I am more fitting to be a symbol for you, I know. I want to stride fearlessly towards danger in your mind forever. Sadly, I cannot.

My airship is landing in the Garlemald outskirts soon. Out of all my battles and trials, I have a feeling that this will by my last.

I want for one thing as we approach closer and closer to the city.

I wish I could've flown with you that day and seen that smile up close.

I love you,
Zezel Qalli


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Name: Zezel Qalli
Server: Faerie
I'd like the bluebird earrings if I win.

[LanceWolf]

Mogret,
Much time hath past since I last ventured forth to Moghome, Seems my endeavors favor a schedule to which I may only write thee a letter, you hath invaded mine every thought and dream, visions of your flawless tuft and if I dare, extravagant Pom pom have mine soul shuttering to the very Aether that fuels my existence. I know this must sound rash, yet I can't go on unless to finally be with you my love, I MUST know if you feel the same! Mogret, I would slay every Hropkin in the Mists, your flowers shall go unwilted for as long as I may live, your fluff unruffled, a life of a pain free Pom Pom, this i swear to thee my love. If I could just be yours. Im no good at these sort of thing's, but i wrote thee a poem my love, i hope you like it.

Hearken to me for these words I must speak,
for one moogle hath descended from divinity.
she bears a pom pom so soft, like clouds in the sky
Mogret my love, the kupo nut of my eye.
I yearn for your love, no longer alone
we may settle in twelveswood
it could be OUR Moghome.

[LanceWolf]

Mogret,
Much time hath past since I last ventured forth to Moghome, Seems my endeavors favor a schedule to which I may only write thee a letter, you hath invaded mine every thought and dream, visions of your flawless tuft and if I dare, extravagant Pom pom have mine soul shuttering to the very Aether that fuels my existence. I know this must sound rash, yet I can't go on unless to finally be with you my love, I MUST know if you feel the same! Mogret, I would slay every Hropkin in the Mists, your flowers shall go unwilted for as long as I may live, your fluff unruffled, a life of a pain free Pom Pom, this i swear to thee my love. If I could just be yours. Im no good at these sort of thing's, but i wrote thee a poem my love, i hope you like it.

Hearken to me for these words I must speak,
for one moogle hath descended from divinity.
she bears a pom pom so soft, like clouds in the sky
Mogret my love, the kupo nut of my eye.
I yearn for your love, no longer alone
we may settle in twelveswood
it could be OUR Moghome.

Character: Lance Wolfe
World: Adamantoise
Prize: Scarf of Wonderous Wit

[Meralien]

Haurchefant,

My dearest friend. Where do I begin?

For many moons now, I have sought to keep my mind as empty as the windswept hills of your homeland.

A desperate and fruitless mission.

I’ve relived the moment of your passing on many a sleepless night—my heart breaking a little more each time.

I’ve seen your face in the dark and cursed the Twelve for their cruelty. For putting me in a position where I must watch loved ones snuff out their lives for the good of the realm.

Oh, how I have tried to shut out your memory. And how I have failed.

For you see, no matter where I go, you are everywhere.

I feel you in the cold breath of wind that blows off the snow-kissed peaks of Othard. In the moonlight that bathes the Black Shroud in brightest silver. In the kind smile of a stranger.

You told me once to smile in the face of despair. But I must confess, dear one, that I cannot smile now.

The enormity of what I have lost overwhelms me, and I carry the burden of words unsaid.

For even when you lay dying in your own lifeblood, I did not say what was in my heart. That I loved you. That losing you was like losing my very soul. That you were the breath of my breath and the bone of my bone.

Someday, I hope I will be able to say these words to you when my time has come to leave this realm.

Until then, my Warrior of Light.

Forever yours,
Aelif


Submitted By: Aelif Blackwood of Cactuar
Preferred Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit

[AndreiMarkov]

My dearest Ywain.

You took me into your guild, you taught me how to wield the Lance and you never gave up on me.

You made it seem effortless, blade on handle twirling and whirling through the air, vicious stabs and violent cuts.

Day and night, hour after hour, you trained us all in the Guild, some of us failed, some of us succeeded, but you didn’t see the falters or the winnings, only the burning passion we all held.

You were different from the other mentors, you picked us up when we fell down, gave us motivation in a hostile world.

For me, you were the doorway into the arts of the Dragoon, you helped me achieve so much more than I could ever imagine, this is what made me fall for you, not your looks or your talent but your heart of gold.

As I sit in the Far Eastern lands witnessing the cherry blossom petals fall and glide away in the air, I can’t help but think back to your techniques.

Thank you, Ywain. For everything you’ve done for myself and those in the Lancers Guild.

With love.
Andrei Markov | Mateus.