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Spending time with you showed me what I was missing in my life

Art by AridanBlack

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Yura and Alphinaud sketchie piece for Azulann @ deviantart : )

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“Your smile was literally the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life”

Happy Boyfriend Day

Art by mipoyan

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“If I don’t find you in this lifetime, I’ll wait for you until the next”

Beautiful art done by https://www.deviantart.com/fanasy

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Regard

Prompt: Argy-bargy

Yura x Alphinaud simple fluff

Yura needs to take better care of herself

TW; mention of injuries but nothing very visual

“It won’t hurt near as bad if you would just stop picking at it and let me work,” Alphinaud’s lecture was light but firm, his hand pulling Yura’s arm back with the same force with which he had spoken to her. He was doing his best to clear her wounds with the least possible pain involved but found it more than a little difficult to reduce the damage and the distress when she kept poking at her open wounds.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Yura lied through her sharp inhales, staring down at her arm as Alphinaud worked diligently, the constant flinches of her arm and face giving away the not so subtle fib. It was not like this was her first rodeo, as the many scars that had already blanketed her body proved, but it did not mean the pain was any less agonizing.

The pair sat silently facing one another as Alphinaud worked to wrap Yura’s arm to the best of his ability, having done what he could with magic and relying on medicinal supplies on hand to clean up what was left of the wound. He had done what he could, but her recklessness and interference ensured that there was no way this was not going to scar over. Just like all the others, each a mark of her own disregard for her worth.

Alphinaud exhaled heavily as he dragged a hand gently over the coverings, being careful as to not disturb them further but holding tightly to the reassurance he felt in holding her relatively whole and hale. “Yura, you need to be more careful,” his voice was almost a whisper, but ever firm in its resolve as he cast his gaze from her arm to her face, “We can’t keep dealing with you running headfirst into danger without a second thought.”

Yura leaned her free arm onto the table to the side of the pair, chin resting on her palm as she rolled her shoulder upwards, “Sorry you have to deal with me,” she muttered, her tone akin to that of a child whose ears were heavy with the words of an overbearing parent, “I promise I’ll try to reduce the number of holes you need to stitch up next time,” she rolled her head to meet his gaze, the fixed smile on her face a poor escape from the ensuing lecture she was trying to avoid.

“This isn’t a joke Yura.” Alphinaud’s gaze became much more severe, the sharp furrow in his brow filled with levels of frustration and concern in equal measure, “You were luck this time. But you cannot always count on luck. You might lose something a lot worse than some skin next time.” His grip on her arm tightened as he spoke, his voice wavering ever so subtly.

A stinging sensation rocketed through her arm at his grip, earning a sharp inhale from the Au Ra as she moved her hand over the one had had firmly on her arm. Exhaling heavily after the sudden sensation subdued, she spoke in a vexed tone rivaling his firm look, “Look, I’m just trying to do my job. I don’t need to hear lectures from everyone about how I do it,” she forced another fixed smile to her face, rolling her shoulders sharply once more, “I’m fine, aren’t I? Besides, what does it matter so long as it gets done?”

“Mayhap you do need to hear such things if you refuse to have any regard for your own life,” the more he spoke, the more embittered Alphinaud seemed to become with her. Despite his serious tone, however, his grip began to loosen, pulling his hand out from under Yura’s and taking it firmly in his grasp as he continued to speak, “Believe it or not Yura, you have people who care about you.”

Alphinaud’s words struck Yura like a ship, a heavy pang of guilt slamming into her stomach at his words. She turned her gaze from his, unable to look him in the eyes as she thought. She wasn’t used to having so many people around to care about her. She had felt alone for so long that she had thought her own life forfeit. Even for as long as she had known everyone, the realization of their concerns for her was something of a new feeling. “…I’m sorry,” she muttered quietly, her gaze still unable to meet his own, “I don’t know if you ever noticed but I’ve never really been the “having friends” type. I’ve been alone so long that sometimes I forget about the people who do care. I’ve been selfish.”

To say Alphinaud was shocked to hear her relent so quickly would never do his surprise justice. Long as he had known her had Yura been one to stick to her guns till the end, her own disregard for herself being something of a drive for her stubborn attitude. Nothing seemed to scare her; nothing detoured her. He was more than prepared to have gotten into some level of argy-bargy with her, yet here she was, a white flag raised in defeat. She looked so lost in that moment, like a puppy too far from its mother. It was sad, yet he could not help but smile. He could not help but want to reassure her.

In a swift motion, Alphinaud pulled Yura’s hand sharply forward, emotion invoking them both to ignore the pain that stung Yura’s arm as a result of the sudden motion, meeting her midway through the gap between them as he took her tightly into his arms.  “You are not alone anymore. I will not let you be. Just promise me you’ll remember that.” He spoke gently, a hand gently stroking her back in a reassuring motion.

Yura sat in surprise at the motion for a moment, unsure of what to do or say at the sudden shift in tone. However, her stiffness soon melted away, a blanket of comfort and contentment taking over as she leaned into his embrace, her own arms holding him back tightly despite the pains from her wounds. She fought back tears as they sat together quietly, taking comfort in the moment between them before she finally found the energy to speak once more, words of reassurance dancing on her tongue as she allowed herself to give way to hope, “I promise.”

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Other Side

Prompt: Clinch

Really obscure spoilers through 5.3

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A clinched deal; a sworn promise by the hand of children. That was the bargain they had made so long ago. A silly childhood promise made real by the trials and tribulations they had suffered so long. Just how old had they been? Three, four summers old? Too young to know how impactful such a promise would end up being for them. Yura and Alphinaud, two children raised by way of cruel reality relating back to a sense of innocence and hope in a world falling into despair. Such promises kept their hope alive.

“I’ll always find my way back to you!”

Yura stood tall, decorated by the falling petals of the scattering flora, remembering the moment they had shared what felt like an eternity ago. She recalled her questioning of the value of their relation, whether the time they had spent together had truly meant anything, or if it had been the mistake, the idealism, of two children two young to value such an affection.

“Not a moment we have spent together has ever led me to believing it was a mistake.”

She thought further, recalling the final moments they had spent together in the source, his departure imminent with no guarantee of return. Yet to him she begged, pleaded with all her being, that he would not be another to leave her and never come back just as so many others. That he would be safe, secure.

“Promise me you’ll come back to us. To me.”

She recalled that which she once could not, her lost mind in the first, victimized by trauma and devastated by the loss of her memories for even the briefest of moments. She memorialized her final realizations of what she had forgotten, and her deepest regrets for allowing herself to forget something so important to her. She recalled how eye opening such a trauma was for her, realizing how dear someone could truly be to her heart.

“A thousand miserable lives would I rather live than live in peace never having known you.”

And here she now stood, recalling the moments before their reunion, home once more. Yura smiled gently as she looked towards the sky, remembering the moments they had shared, the promises they had so long kept. The gentle breeze upon her back and the sun upon her face assured her she was here, promised her she was home. A guarantee she had kept her promise. To meet once again, home once more. A familiar presence of soul called to her as she turned gently to gaze the other end of the garden, silver eyes meeting blue as her smiled only brightened, himself mirroring her gesture. Those smiles, they meant everything. Despite the physical distance, they had never felt closer, more within reach. How long they had struggled, how long they had felt apart only to realize they had always been right there, souls lingering together. The two connected once more in that moment, as they always had, reuniting once more in their reality, in their world as they gazed at each other, closing their distance and meeting one another in a warm embrace. Here they had promised to reunite, as they had been united what felt like so long ago. They had clinched a deal. And here they were.

“No matter what, I’ll always meet you on the other side.”

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A Dimly Lit Sky

Prompt: You Pick! (Grief)

Stormblood patch spoilers; Brief mentions of Alphianud x Yura but could be seen as platonic

TW; Blood and Injury

I’ve learned to deal with my grief. You should too.

The biggest lie Yura had ever told herself and so many others. Mayhap she sought to assure others of a fading hope, a budding sprout breaking through the solid rock. Or perhaps it was her attempt to dissuade others at looking too deeply into her own feelings, the weight of what most men would see as decades of sorrow coming crashing down upon her shoulders in a mere matter of moments, smothering her beneath her own denial. She thought on the insensitivity of the lie she had told to so many, looking down at her hands, nicked and scarred. How many of these marks had spawned from such a lie? How much of her skin and bone had her constant assurances of complacency cost her? Yet even so, the cost was nowhere near the cost of the toll on her mind.

Yura lifted her gaze from her hands, craning her neck upwards to gaze out the tarnished glass of the window at the sea of stars so far above. For hours had she sat quietly in her room, hunched over like a turtle in her shell, thinking, wondering, trying to figure out where it all went wrong, giving her attention to the stars in hopes they would give her all the answers as they once had. They were always so bright, so beautiful. Yet in this moment, she struggled to separate them from the specs and stains on the glass. In this moment, they were no better than stains. Hopeful lies that one might connect to, a child’s fantasies riding high in the sky evermore. She had put so much stock in them as a child, and yet in her dedication to them, they had given her naught. They knew well of her lies, and challenged her feelings. ‘I’m fine” she would say to all that crossed her path, begging a glance into her wounded heart only to be detoured at every new approach. What a beautiful, pathetic lie.

But then, what was she to say? That her grief was overtaking? That she was collapsing at the seams? Was she to shout and scream in a fit of bloody murder as one would have expected her to do once upon a dream? What was her right to do so when so many others suffered around her, comrades collapsing one after another for no true reason as friends and family gazed on, suffering in knowing they had done everything right, every possible, and still failed to save themselves and their friends. What right was it of hers to express such frustration when so many others knew it well?

Yura stood swiftly from her seat, strolling lethargically closer to the window. She places a gloved hand upon it, slowly stroking the dirt and the dust from it, praying that it may bring some clarity to her mind, separating the world from the heavens. To think she had allowed herself such faith in them, she thought, reflecting on the moments that had transpired just hours before. So long had they been worried for Alphinaud’s sake, questioning daily if he would make it home. The concern only mounted as comrades fell, one after another, an endless sleep taking grasp of them. Concern for all was spread so wide for each of the Scions, each of the fallen, yet the concern for his being only ever mounted, being not only so far from home, so far from reach, so far from their awareness.

Yet even she had surrendered herself to a hope upon his first departure. Her faith in him was stronger than her fear for him she would tell herself, trying to make up any excuse to trick her mind into forgetting the fear she held in her heart. And it worked from time to time. He’d be there with her, arm in arm, huddled close together, wrapped in a deep embrace of comfort and innocence. A reassurance that things were okay. And then she’d wake up. And then, every day, reaching out once more every morning, she’d remember.

Yet again and again, she’d play this scenario, hoping, wishing, praying that of all the people who could, even if it was ever so selfishly, it would be him. She had gotten her wish, her prayers answer, but never in a way she could have genuinely wanted. Seeing his limp frame, devoid of all but the breath in his breast, simply served as a reminder to her that this was no dream she could simply wake from, no image she would will away with the blink of an eye. They had done everything right. They had done everything they could. They had done EVERYTHING, but nothing had mattered.

There was nothing she could do

Nothing

NOTHING.

A warm feeling built in her breast as she thought, suffocating her slowly, burning her alive from within. It refused to stop rising, begging to escape the feeble prison she held all her feelings within. And so, with a scream, she let it go, fists curled tightly as she lashed out towards the window, tired of its mocking glare, leading her to false hopes and appearances.

Yura went limp, falling roughly against the wall, red seeping from her gloves as the open gashes in her hands turned her pale skin red, slowly sliding downwards as the support from her legs slowly surrendered to the pain in her heart. Her vision began to blur, from exhaustion or tears she did not know, as a sound rang out from across the room. She felt deaf, barely able to make out the rattling as her door opened fast, her eyes trying to adjust through the warmth of salted memories that poured from them. Moments passed in silence as another noise rang out. Barely could she make out what was said but make it out she could. “Yura” it called out, over and over, miles away from her mind yet only feet from her form.   

As her eyes cleared from the tears, she began to make out a figure across the room, shocked in form but prepared to pounce at a moment's notice. The look on J’thel’s face was sympathetic, concerned and terrified all at once upon seeing her, yet such a sight gave her an indescribable sense of comfort urging her to attempt to straighten herself up once more. She made the effort to step towards him, a step in the right direction, only to find herself falling, hand and fast. Yet as she prepared to hit the ground, she was instead met with a warm embrace and a comforting voice. She let out a vicious sob the moment he caught her, the pair falling roughly to the floor as she howled into his chest, sobs caught in her throat as she choked on her words, muffled through her tears and gasps, “It’s gone, all of it is just gone! We did everything right, all of it and nothing mattered! It was all nothing! They’re all gone…”

J’thel simply sat with her in silence, gently stroking her head as he carefully avoided doing further damage to her arms, gently holding her wrist as his other arm kept her safe in his embrace. There was nothing he could say to change what happened, nothing he could say to ease her mind. It would never be something so simple. He had at some many points tried to make things better with honeyed words for her, and she had been foolish enough to believe it. There was ought left for him to say but a few broken words. “I know, I know…” He muttered gently, holding his friend, no, his sister closely, his own tears soaking her head as they sat in the wake of a dimly lit sky. 

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Refuge

Prompt: Lush

Some Yura and Alphinaud Fluff

Art by my wonderful friend: https://www.deviantart.com/sing-sei

A light sneeze broke the serene silence of the Shroud, a warm sun and a cool breeze rendering the weather around the area pleasant and calming. Alphinaud stepped lightly as he made his way down the beaten path before him, destination in mind yet in no rush to meet it. In no rush to disturb the lasting peace of the foliage. Another sneeze, another assurance that Alphinaud had been correct in his identification of the area to which Yura had made her usual disappearance. She was nothing if not consistent in this much at least. The young Elezen tread carefully across the dirt as he approached Yura, with no desire to either distract or alarm her as he watched her finish filling the ground before her. Yura often made her comfort zone in the forests of the Shroud. She seemed so calm, so peaceful at work. It was how she always was when she came to this place.

He watched as she finished her task, brushing herself off as a content sigh left her lips. Judging now a better time than any to beg her attention, Alphinaud spoke, “I thought I might find you here.”

Yura’s gaze shot up towards the young man, her eyes widening for a moment before a smile returned to her lips. “It’s not like I was hiding, you know,” though her words may have been true, it was not as if her place of refuge was anywhere of extreme evidence.

“I am aware. Still, not many might think to seek you out here,” Alphinaud grinned back down at her in retort. The area she chose to make her comfort zone was a road less traveled but benefited more for it. She had made it her own little world. Her own little garden of which she frequented. What was her work and what was the work of the forest, he could not say, but either way, it was her place of solace?

Yura gave a slight tilt of her head at his words, raising a brow at his words as she cocked her smile further, “Yet you would?”

“I’ve come to recognize your affinity for the area, yes.” Alphianud approached Yura further, crouching down to meet her level as he continued to speak, “You’ll get sick if you stay here too long.”

“Aye, I’ll be fine mother,” Yura jostled her friend lightly as he drew closer to her,  turning her head to loom towards the canopy above, “I just wanted to come help before I went back. Relax a bit. It's always so peaceful here.”

Alphinaud made himself further comfort as he sat fully next to his friend, gaze turning in accompaniment from the young woman to the sky above, “T’is indeed a place of serenity. One cannot blame you for seeking solace in such times.” A silence fell between the two as they continued to gaze upward for the Twelve only knew how long, the deafening silence only disturbed by the brushing of the wind against the trees and the wildlife’s cheers for the calm day. Alphinaud eventually saw fit to break the silence between the two teens as he drew his gaze back at Yura, intently continuing her gaze at the sky “I do feel my curiosity begging to ask what seems to draw you here so often. Pardon my saying but I believe few ever pictured you as the “garden” type.”

Yura’s gaze did not falter at her friend’s question, continuing to gaze up at the vast space. She pondered her words for a moment, inhaling the scent of the world around her before speaking, “I grew up around… a lot of snow. Ishgard is nice and all but not exactly the premier place to go to see towering trees and lush vegetation. I did not see a lot of it growing up,” Yura reached upwards slowly to grab at a falling leaf, watching as it slowly slipped from her grasp as she continued to speak, “When I first left home, I was… really lost. I had not planned ahead. I had not thought things through. By the very nature of life, I should not had made it as far as I did,” once more she reached outwards, gently grabbing at the falling foliage , small bits just barely grazing and missing her hand as she reached further towards the sky. “But, by the grace of the twelve or whatever such nonsense one might seek to believe, I was blessed enough to be taken in by good souls. Kind people. J’thel and the like. They could see I was lost. I was confused. And so, they brought me here. To the Shroud. It was not always safe, nor was it always peaceful, but it was… calming. Fascinating. Perfect'.'

“T’was all a new sight to you then. A new feeling,” Alphinaud’s vision grew slimmer as his face cracked in a further smile, his gaze fixed upon Yura even as she focused solely upon the sky. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so idealistic in all these years I’ve known you.”

 Yura finally broke her fixation upon the sky overhead, bringing her eyes back down to look into her friends for a moment, her smile widening. With the jubilance of a child after a bit too much sugar, Yura found herself jumping upward from her sitting position, reaching back towards the sky with full force, “I had never seen so much green before in my life!” She stayed reaching for a moment before pulling her arms back down to her sides, though her gaze held it’s fixation on the heavens, the sun beginning it’s descent from the sky. “I remember spending hours among the foliage, a child in a dreamland. I had never seen so much color. J’thel spent more time then he would have cared to tracking me down after that, always waiting to see the small girl poke her head from the grass and vines, covered in pollen, petals, trimmings, any of it.”

“Not too far from where you appear now, as it were.” A gentle hand brushed Yura’s shoulder, pulling her gaze back towards her friend for a moment as he dusted the dirt and petals from her shoulder. The pair held the look as he moved to brush further foliage from her head gently, smiling softly as his hand dragged past her check slowly, hand lingering upon her head long enough to send a blush to Yura’s cheeks as she turned away once more, though her smile remained.

Clearing her throat, eyes fixed upward once more, she continued, “Something opened in me that day. Something bright and hopeful. It felt like the ice around my heart had begun to melt away. All that torment that had built… it was gone, if only for a moment. It did not stay happy forever. Things happen and… I had to make a choice. To find my own way. But I still remember it all,” Yura broke her gaze one final time to look down at a small bush of flowers before her, running a hand softly over the leaves, gently caressing the blooming buds, “I come back here, in body when I can and in mind when far away, to remember a time of happiness. Of joy among the sorrow. Even with the pain I feel in remembering some of those days, the time we spent here, together… the warmth I felt from those strangers turned family. Seeing these blooms, even slow as they may grow, it makes me feel… happy again. To love something so dearly. To have something so important to come back to. ”

Alphinaud tore his gaze from the Young Au Ra to observe the plant on which she had fixated. T’was not grand by any means, but still young and strong. Where now there stood buds there would one day be full blooms. Full beauties. Full showings of the love and care she had poured into the flowers. For the love she held for those dear to her. “To hold all this so close to your heart. I never knew that such a place, something so simple, was so important to you.”

“The love I feel for this place…It’s how I feel about you. And the Scions,” The young elezen’s ears perked at Yura’s words as she spun his gaze back around to look at Yura once more. Her eyes had moved to him, squarely fixed upon his face as a light pink hue crept to her face. Yet unlike her usual moments of sentiment, t’was not a blush of embarrassment, but of joy. Happiness. Her eyes shone bright enough to assure him of that. “We were all strangers trying to make our way in the world. I knew you and Alisaie of course but I don’t think we all ever really “knew” one another. We just sort of… stumbled into each other. And grew. We sprouted like this lush garden and grew ourselves a home, new and proud,” Yura gently took her friends' hands in both hers, squeezing them gently as she cast her vision down for a moment to gather her words. “Meeting all these people when I felt I had nothing left…” she gazed back at her friend softly, “It meant the world to me Alphinaud. You and everyone else.”

Another wave of silence crept over the pair as they beamed at one another, both turned shades of pink by this time but both content in their blush. In a synchronized movement they both made their way closer to one another, pausing inches from one another as they cast deep gazes into one another’s eyes, memorizing the light that showed in each other’s. Slowly did they close their eyes as their lips brushed every briefly before pulling away just long enough to enter a content hug, enveloping one another in a tight and never ending embrace as Yura whispered quietly.. “Thank you for letting me share all this with you. All of this.”

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Truth

Prompt:  Ultracrepidarian

Discrimination again Au Ra in Ishgard

As light snow caked the ground of Foundation, Yura and Alphinaud tread lightly across, disturbing that which had come to rest on the cold stone. had been full occupied keeping themselves warm through no small amount of dedicated hard work and pleasant company. It was not a happy time in their lives, no time for true joy or celebration but enough had come to pass to warrant a break. Making their way back towards the warmth of the pillars, intent on reaching their sanctuary to feel a true sense of relief for a moment, the two found themselves locked in a lively conversation about nothing. It had been too long since they could feel secure in speaking aimlessly, feel no guilt in self-care. Alphinaud smiled as he watched Yura’s tail flutter back and forth in enthusiasm, her face locked in a rare and content grin.

“Bloody Dragons..” A near inaudible murmur carrier like a breeze to the young Elezens ears, stunning him briefly as his eyes shot upwards in a moment of confusion. Seeing nothing of note, and not entirely sure that what he heard was real, he cast his gaze back down towards Yura. He was prepared to question her on the validity of his hearing but remained silent as he watched the smile on her face turn to one of somberness. He elected to remain as silent as he had, an awareness of Yura’s hidden distress rendering him unable to formulate anything appropriate to say.

“It’s because I’m Au Ra, my friend.” The look on Alphinaud’s face had evidently given all thought away as Yura spoke quietly, her gaze cast down into the snow before the pair as they slowed their pace.

“I beg pardon?” Alphinaud blinked in surprise, rendered incapable of speech for once in his life.

“You’re wondering why they speak as such. It’s because I’m Au Ra,” Yura came to full pause, continuing to stare at the glittering ground before them, a fresh blanket of soft snow masking the deceptive firmness of the ground beneath, “They see us as the progeny of dragon kin. Sworn enemies and infiltrators of their fortress of icy solitude and safety!” Yura dragged her gaze from the ground, thrusting her hands skyward in a jubilant motion, waving her arms back and forth in an effort to emulate the sensation of flying.

“And it is genuinely believed you and yours are kin to those that they have been fighting this millennia on? Tis a wonder they would dare let you past the gates.” Yura simply shrugged her shoulders in response, a mocking smile masking the sadness in here eyes as she drifted towards one of the railed ledges of the city. “I had known their fears, but that such ignorance persists with it in regard to something such as this, regardless of the validity of either side of the story of the War… one would think it simple to discern truth and sincerity of the matter given your family’s dedication at the very least.” Alphinaud spoke regretfully as he approached Yura’s place at the rail, the pair leaning absentmindedly against it.

“Be it true or not, tis how they see us. My father and I. Tis how we have always known life here. Many have grown accustomed to it but not all are so… accepting,” Yura reached up to place a heavy hand on her horn, her smile finally fading out.

“Does it not bother you? I have never known you to be one to sit so idly by as such ignorant words violate the very nature of your ideals,” Alphinaud knew it bothered her. He knew it stung. Yet this was not her nature to take so lightly.

“Of course it bothers me.” Yura’s blatant admission fell more in line with her usual mannerisms, yet her dejected look still lingered. “I guess it was because I believed them. For a long time.” Yura turned, resting her back on the rail as she looked up towards the sky, hand placed firmly on her thighs as she gazed into the heavens. “I remember when they would look at us, my father and I, called us of the horde as they spat at our feet, enemies among the safety of the nest. Their actions are an echo of proof that the world is so full of ignorance, so full of such indiscriminate hatred.” Yura cast her gaze down once more, shaking her head Yet I had no reason to believe them wrong for a long time. What were to the world but a reminder of their constant fears, the existence of what they believed to be Dravanian blood in men?”

Alphinaud’s brow furrowed as he straightened himself out, his frustrations at the matter plastered plainly across his face as he scoffed, “And thus, their ultracrepidarian observations, so taught without true understandings and forged in the fires of hatred and grief, became truth, objective in the eyes of all who had experienced it. That such a falsehoods might become the truth of the world…”

“It’s scary, isn’t it? How easy it is to lead people away from obvious truth for so long? The worst part is, I did not blame them. Not for a long time. Still don’t entirely. Their hatred was born of fear, and while I don’t condone it… I understand it. But it doesn’t make it okay.” Yura stood straight once more, playing a gloved hand firmly on her friends’ shoulder as she beamed into his face, eye to eye, pumping her arm in an energized motion “But that’s also why we fight, right? To correct the wrongs of the world a thousand years past, to seek the truths no one wished to know. To eradicate the stigma so forced upon men and women like me and my father. To spread a bit of reality into a cloistered and confused world seeded in chaos… stuff like that, right?”

Yura raised her brow in hesitation, a look of happy concern crossing her face for the briefest of moments before Alphinaud returned her motion, placing a light hand on her own shoulder as he spoke “That one-day good intentions no longer act as substitutions for integrity and sound judgement. To guarantee a tomorrow we never thought would come. Tis not an easily traveled road, but one that will be well worth the journey.” The end of their journey was nowhere within sight, but perhaps that is what made it so worth traveling. 

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Water

Prompt: When Pigs Fly

Yura is tired of dealing with Alphinaud’s aversion to swimming aka this is goofy writing from my ill mind but it was fun

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s really not that deep.” J’thel was struggling to withhold his laugher as he observed Alphinaud’s staring contest with his own reflection, the younger boy struggling with the internal debate raging within him. It seemed a simple enough task to cross the water, the largest threat remaining the water that may soak into their boots and settle for a few spare hours. However, what should have been such a simple thing hard turned into an arduous mental debate. And so, for what felt like hours had Alphinaud and his companions sat, J’thel and Alisaie looking on at him as Yura sat with waning patience not far off.

His brow furrowed in concern, Alphinaud cautiously leaned over the water cautiously, the clear water rippling as his shifting steps disturbed the shore, sending dirt and pebbles tumbling into the stream. “I suppose it doesn’t look too deep… but it’s so hard to judge.” While accomplished in many fields, his physical ability to tread the water easily was not his most practiced of exercises.

As usual, no one would blame you for taking precautions, brother.” Alisaie’s words were sincere, and her tone equally as earnest, yet the look upon her face housed a level of pride mixed with amusement. Once again, her elder brother was many things, but a diver was certainly not one of them, one of the many differences held between the pair.

“I suppose...” though his words were those of one with a level of assurance, Alphinaud’s tone leaked of wariness, clearly far from convinced by his allies’ words. There were many factors to consider in the embracing of the unknown, the waters flow steady yet the darkness of its ebb and disguising the levels of it’s depths. It very well may have looked shallow yet who could tell for sure? T’was far too dark to guarantee anything without a true level of investigation.

Alphinaud’s silent observations continued on for what felt an endless amount of time, his friends watching him peer holes into the savage pool before them. That was, at least, until a very impatient voice broke the silence “Oh for heavens...”Yura had been quiet for a vast majority of Alphinaud’s dilemma, trying her best to keep her jitters I check for the sake of her dear friend, yet it had only been a matter of time before her patience was finally tried. She stood up briskly, sights set on her target as she made her way towards Alphinaud.

A body appearing behind his own reflection, Alphinaud quickly turned as his young friend approached him, inquisitive look upon his face as they looked at one another. “Yura?” He questioned, confused by her sudden approach. She had that look on her face, the one of sheer determination, a beast on the hunt as she looked up at him. In a single swift motion, she bent down, wrapping an arm around his knees as she steadily hoisted him over her shoulder without even a trace of true exertion. “Y-Yura!!”He cried out at his friends sudden motion, a mixture of embarrassment and confusion blanketing his face as he tried his best to prop himself as upward as he could be, incoherently trying to argue his way out of her grasp. Despite her friend’s pleas, Yura did not once halt her march for the water, knee deep as she made her way for the other side.

Unshaken and unsurprised by the turn of events, Alisaie and J’thel simply watched in amusement as the pair made their trek across the water, the continued incoherent screeching’s disturbing whatever peace the water may have once held. “Does she ever slow down?” J’thel begged an answer he was already well aware of as he made attempts to speak between his giggles.

With a light scoff, Alisaie replied in a mixture of vexation and amusement, “When pigs fly maybe.”

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite2020 #FFXIVWrite #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #My Writing #yura #Yura Kha #alphinaud #alisaie #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur #j'thel #this was so goofy I might go back and re-write it better after write2020 #but it was fun for now #Yura and alphinaud

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A Night’s Sleep

Prompt: Lucubration

Alphinaud x Yura stuff. My reminder to myself to get more sleep

Art by https://www.deviantart.com/ghost-eruu

Early to bed and early to rise, it makes a man healthy wealthy and wise. Or at least that’s what the saying would have one believe Asta thought, craning her neck back and forth as bones creaked. It felt much more akin to making a man stupid and blind in the eyes. Not that she would know anyway. She’d been out most the night, answering the call of the warrior as best as she ever had attending to the needs of every passing wayward soul on her way back from a simple delivery. Diverted by her inability to deny people even the simplest of assistance, she had ended up in more than her fair share of fights, fairs and fiasco for the night, all leading up to her broken promises of actually getting any rest for the night.

She carefully pondered the moments before her departure, recalling the promise she had so willfully made, and broken, to her friends to return not just whole and hale from her task, but at a reasonable time as well. Something told her that the next morning was not the sort of reasonable they had been expecting.

Looking towards the rising sun, Asta thought back to the moment of her departure some eight hours earlier. She had set out with a clear intent, determined enough not to feel the need to seek assistance or alertness from any of her friends, but did so non the less given the presence of Yura and Alphinaud in the Rising Stones. Hard at work they had been, the boy studying up on some such situation, logic or political nonsense she would never be able to sense of herself and the young Au Ra keeping him company in a comforting silence only she could offer, taking the moment of respite to address some various letters and journals left unto her by those long since passed, keeping up her promises to communicate with others more openly. Hard at work had they been that night, their own troubles plaguing their mind as their nights, yet they always still made time to see that she was safe and happy, desperate to ensure her own comforts.

“Try not to let yourself overdo it today. You deserve the break.” Alphinaud had assured her, his words pleading with her own disregard for her sanity.

“We’ll be waiting to welcome you home when you get back!” Yura had beamed in agreement, an uncharacteristically bright look crossing her face as she reassured Asta of their presence.

Hopefully they didn’t actually wait up for me… Asta laughed at her own folly weakly as she entered into the stones, prepared for sermon on how thin she was spreading herself in comparison to the comfort and rest she was allowing herself. But it appeared t’was not a lecture she would be privy to.

As Asta strode into the Stones she was met by a silence, the only the noise in the world the light echo of her boots against the hard stone. She was somewhat surprised by the inactivity, even if the hour was early. Someone was usually awake by then, ready to greet the new day with enthusiasm and determination. Yura was certainly one of those people at the very least, and the lack of her presence was concerning to say the least. That was, at least, until her eyes fell upon the very spot at which she had left them.

Two shadows draped peacefully across the wooden table rose and fell ever so gently in rhythm with one another. Books and paper scattered the table, the evidence of a hard night’s work and an even harder morning. With a smile on her face, Asta moved in the generally direction of the table, trying to keep herself from humming as she moved. There, right where she had left them so many hours ago, sat the sleeping forms of Alphinaud and Yura, their positions a giveaway of just how tired they must have been when their energies gave out, Arms crossed on the table and heads resting gently next to one another. Smile ever growing, Asta slid the coat from her shoulders, gently placing it over the carefully huddled teens. It seemed so each party had seen to their lucubration well into the night.

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite2020 #FFXIVWrite #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #FFXIV fanfiction #yura #Yura Kha #Asta #other characters #My Writing #Yura and alphinaud #Yura x Alphinaud

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28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of? (Your pick!)

OTP Questions! (Open)

Thank you @scholarlostintime! ;;

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Yura has always had a bad habit of picking up strays, being something of a foundling herself. However, of all the creatures big and small she's come across, nothing quite screamed "terror" as loudly as the griffon Yura and her father reared when she was young. Even though he was a runt, it didn't stop him from growing into something large and terrifying. He’s big, he's powerful and he has one hell of a mean look and it does nothing if not at least unsettle Alphinaud to the point of his choosing to keep distance. Somewhat tragic given that the beasts temperament reflects the softness of it's master's heart.

#FFXIV #ffxiv meme #ask meme #yura #Yura Kha #Yura x Alphinaud #Yura and alphinaud #meme #otp questions

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:, )

A couple years ago some friends enabled me in this game, and it hasn’t stopped since

I have no regrets, and I love them both a lot a lot

:, )

Art by @sing-sei !!

#FFXIV #ffxiv art #Final fantasy XIV #alphinaud #alphinaud leveilleur #yura #Yura and alphinaud #Yura x Alphinaud #ships #Commissioned #I have no shame

[azulann]

Recent Alphinaud feels have me and I just can’t

because he’s honestly become one of my favorites in more ways than one? Taken over my cosplay lineups and ita bags, thats for sure

I still love this piece so much, she never disappoints

and it took a lot of pulling from friends to get me to finally go public with this pair but I’m glad I did because babies

Art by @sing-sei <3

#alphinaud #alphinaud leveilleur #FFXIV #ffxiv art #I love them a lot #pairing #Commissioned #yura #Final fantasy XIV #Yura and alphinaud #Yura x Alphinaud

[azulann]

Still being enabled and still no shame I haven’t had time to write but I’m hoping change that soon OTL For now I sob feels over these two because of the last patch ;~; Art by https://poltergeist-el.deviantart.com/ !

#ffxiv art #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud #yura #Yura and Alphinaud #Yura x Alphinaud #commissioned

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A Game of Chance

Prompt: Where the Heart is

Some time to reflect on the meaning of family

“What kind of slight of hand bull are you trying to pull?” J’thel slammed his hand down roughly onto the table, taking care as to not allow his cards to remain face up. His tail swayed back and forth in an irate motion, replicating the look of annoyance that crossed his face.

Kinara’s voice was low but firm, tightly knotting her brow as she glared sharply at the Miqo’te across from her. “Excuse me? You’re the one slipping cards from your sleeve.” She laid her cards face down on the table, leaning forward ever so slowly as her ears twitched in frustration

“I assure you; I am not! Where the hell do you think I’m putting them?” J’thel stood up abruptly, motioning to his sleeve as he tugged it back and forth in a rough manner, trying to signify not only it’s emptiness but it’s size.

“Are you kidding me? You could fit a goobbue in there!” Kinara replicated his movement, standing up rapidly and towering over him from across the table. It was rare for her to make such accusatory statements, let alone make them so loudly. When she did, however, it was nothing to sneeze at, even with something so simple as a card game.

Akiiyo glanced up from her book as she gazed between the pair with which she shared a table, concern forming on her face. “Please don’t be so mad at each other! It’s only a game, it’s it?” She inquired despite being aware of the existing answer.

“This isn’t about the game anymore! This is a question of HONOR!” J’thel raised his voice another degree as he spoke to Akiiyo, a fire burning in his eyes as she sunk down in her chair, book over the lower part of her face as she hid from his misdirected wrath. “Of which she clearly has NONE!” J’thel quickly made a motion to point at Kinara, finger a papercut away from brushing her nose.

“I won’t even point out the irony of you of all people accusing me of being honorless when your cards are falling out of your shirt.” She gestured at his waist, watching cards slide out from his loose shirt as he scrambled to feed them to the floor. “But more importantly, don’t you dare yell at Akiiyo!”

After kicking the cards from his waist to the floor and under the table, he gave Kinara a taunting look, “I wasn’t “yelling” at her, I was simply raising my voice in inflection.” J’thel was careful to use air quotes around “yelling” as he spoke, continuing to direct blame around himself.

“Don’t inflect towards her then!” Kinara raised her own voice in “inflection” once more. All initial meaning to the argument had been lost by this point.

“Do you think they could possibly get any louder? I’ve heard alarms quieter than they.” Alisaie’s tone was flush with irritation at the continued squabble across the room. They had stopped making sense only a few moments into the argument, and it was near impossible to keep up with whatever they were talking about now. Still, the four at the table across the room could not help but watch the scene unfold, taking a needed break from facing the issues of the real world.

Alphinaud shook his head in response, though an amused smile remained on his face “A few more decibels and they may well cause another calamity themselves.” His words were those of an irate bystander, but his tone found much more amusement in the performance than his sister’s.

“Let them enjoy their time. We all seek our ways of respite.” Asta looked up from sharpening her blade, vision soaring past her companions at the table to examine the near fight broken out across the room.

“Who gave them those infernal things to begin with?” Alisaie’s words were those reminiscent of a time of trauma, or at least devastation, as she recalled the night she and Yura had so valiantly attempted to build a false empire with the cards to sate their own boredom. Mayhap is was irony that had J’thel so tormented by them this time.

“You and Yura were done with them, so I passed them to the next had” Asta cast her gaze between Alisaie and Yura, who had been quietly staring between the scene and a parchment until this point.

“You just want to cause problems.” There was a hint of amusement in Alisaie’s tone, despite her expression of vexation. Asta simply smirked in return, an uncharacteristically sly look in her eye.

As Yura looked on between the scene before her and the observers next to her, a warm feeling came to her heart. For what felt like hours she had been trying to find words to write home, to put feeling to paper, but the words escaped her. At least, until that moment. “There’s a lot of love here.” Yura’s voice was unusually calm and smooth, her usual fervor replaced by a calm security

“Is that what we call this now?” Alisaie shot the Xaela a look of surprise, be it for her finally speaking or for the words she spoke, not even she knew.

Yura simply smiled in response, looking between the twins as she spoke, “The language of love isn’t always a kind one. I am sure you and your brother can attest to that. And mayhap your fist on occasion…” Yura’s final words trailed off as a knowing look crossed her face, causing an awkward silence to form around the table, of which she took advantage to continue, “When I was younger, I used to imagine what it might be like to have a big family. I knew it would never be real, a childish dream, but I still dreamed. But I realize I was wrong. I remember that on days like today. When I feel like I miss home, I look around at all of you and I realize… I am home. No matter where I am at, I’m home. Because I have all of you.”

No words were said in response, as no true affirmation was needed on this subject. They knew well at this point that family was what you made it and that home was always where the heart is. Yura looked around the room once more, from the loving faces of those next to her, looking at her with pure affection to those across the way, absorbed in their own problems but ever vigilant for one another’s sakes. She thought hard on those far away and on those who had since left the world around them, feeling their love even so far away. Finally, she looked back down at her page, prepared to write once more. To her loved once. To her family.

#FFXIV #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIVWrite2020 #FFXIVWrite #yura #Yura Kha #j'thel #Akiiyo #Kinara #Asta #I'm putting a lot of new characters in these before I even have their bios written I'm so sorry #This got so corny at the end LMAO #alphinaud #alisaie #i need someone to take triple triad away from me #I need to start adding timeframes to these soon #I actually wrote the letter Yura wrote but Idk if I should post that or not it's even more tacky