Arvis: Demon; trapped in a candle, the summoner and Arvis are pinning for one another so hard it hurts, I want something I’m not sure I deserve to have,
Ayra: Ayra teaches her disaster summoner s/o how to wield a sword,
Eldigan: “I’ll make you crave me as much as I do you.”,
Julius: Slyph Julius; reader is an idiot who just steps into fairy circles and gives their name out,
Quan: Centuar; the reader is scared of horses, “If you could be with me, would you?”,
Reinhardt: the summoner talks in their sleep... but Reinhardt thinks its cute, the summoner asks Reinhardt to teach them how to ride a horse in order to get close to him, I had a dream where Reinhardt gave me headpats so I wrote about it,
Seliph: Pretty Little Words, “I love you so much, you’re all I ever think about.”, “Your heart is safe with me.”, Billet-Deux, “The world doesn’t deserve an angel like you.”,
@kazeshxni asked: ““person a is a vampire hunter assigned to hunt person b, a vampire, but OH NO THEYRE HOT” but the vampire is Arvis? (Bc let’s be honest he looks like an actual vampire”
a/n: Y’ALL I HATE MY LIFE I STARTED FE4 AND BEAT THE FIRST CHAPTER, THEN WENT BACK TO LOAD THE GAME AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY FILE I’M-- the first chapter took like an HOUR to beat this i’m so stupid y’all ,, it’s good now tho i’m back at where i was lmao --mod touko
also: i have a thing for vampires (blame edward cullen) god bless this was v self-indulgent lmao
darkness settles in the small town near askr, the pouring rain making the mood more dour. your back is against the wall as you try to slow your breathing. you feel your heart beat in your chest, blood pounding as adrenaline courses through your veins.
he knew you were here. he had too, he could probably smell your fear by now. you usually weren’t this nervous, but then again this wasn’t a usual hunt. he was powerful, dangerous even, and you couldn’t afford to make a wrong move. every stray sound puts you on edge, from the thunder rumbling outside to the settling of the old house.
“looking for someone?” you hear a silvery voice say, and you turn your head, seeing a shadowy figure lurk over the banister directly above your head. you reel back, stake in hand. you swear you can see your heart beating through your shirt, sweat slicking to your skin as he becomes visible by the lightning flash. for a split second, you see his auburn hair and his taunting eyes sizing you up. “come to kill me, have you, little one?” you feel a chill run down your spine, both from the cold and second because he’s every bit the person he was described to you by anna.
“y-yes, i have.” your voice is less resolute than you wish it to be. you instinctively grip your stake tighter
“but you’re trembling...” he takes a step down the decrepit staircase. “how are you supposed to beat me if you’re frozen in fear?” before you can even blink, he’s in front of you, towering over you. you grab your stake, pushing it with all the might you can summon at him. but he’s much faster, (faster than any other vampire you’ve encountered) and he easily grabs your wrist so hard that you can already feel the bruise.
“that’s all you have? i’m disappointed.” he looks you up and down, like a predator sizing up its prey. “aren’t you supposed to be a legendary hunter? you’re barely bigger than a pup!” you sneer at him, trying to think a way out of this position, but his cold hands on your wrist clouds your mind. he’s devilishly handsome, you can’t help but think, and the mocking smile on his face, his fangs almost glowing despite the shroud of darkness in the room. you feel your face heat up.
“let me go you dastard.” you growl, and his expression turns unreadable.
“why would i do that? so you can kill me?” he looks at you closely, forcing the sharpened wood from your hand and chucking it as far as he can throw.
“y-you’re letting me go?” you question, though, you realize after you’ve said it you probably shouldn’t have questioned him.
“why would i bother killing you? you’re not in the way... besides, your blood smells too good to let go to waste.” he chuckles, “i have a deal of sorts i want to make with you.” you never knew yourself to be attracted to vampires, you hunted them for a living, but the thought of his fangs sinking into your neck was enough to make a heat grow in the pit of your stomach.
“and what that might be?” you ask, the thunder cracking in the background, perhaps warning you to run while you can. but your feet won’t budge, almost as if you’re locked in place.
“i get your blood, say... once every week, in exchange for information on vampire nests nearby.” he says it so firmly it’s as if he knows what your answer will be. you swallow the lump in your throat.
“why would you give that out?” you inquire, more and more intrigued by the man by the second.
“you’re helping me get rid of my enemies, simple as that...” arvis shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “besides... it’s good for me to have a human around... i haven’t had one in a long time and...” you flush scarlet, “i’m hungry, i suppose.” something in you tells you that this is a stupid decision, but there’s another part of you that instinctively trusts him. naive? perhaps. just a minute ago you wanted him dead, but this would help you with your hunts a lot. maybe sacrificing yourself to him was the best option.
“fine. it’s a deal.” his red eyes almost light up, illuminated once again by a flash of lighting. “but if you lie to me i’ll kill you, you understand?” he chuckles when he sees you brush away the hair from your neck for easier access for him. he pulls you in closer, and your heart beats just as hard as it had earlier.
“duly noted.” he replies dully, eyeing your neck. arvis pulls your back against his chest with your wrists, letting them fall to your side. you feel his fangs prick at your pulse point, and he licks it before sinking his fangs in.
initially, it hurts. it hurts a lot. you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but as soon as the pain is there, it’s gone. you let out a quiet gasp as he continues to drink for you.
your blood is like a drug to him, and his mind is lost in a haze. you smelled good, yes, but the real thing was much better than he originally thought. he continues to suck at your pulse point, until he’s satisfied (for the moment, there wasn’t enough blood in you to completely satisfy him). he pulls back, but not before licking the wound closed. you step forward, almost stumbling out of his arms. your head is spinning from the blood loss, but you feel a pair of strong arms envelop you.
“that wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be.” you say woozily as you see spots cloud your vision. arvis holds you in his arms, not entirely hating this position. living for thousands of years without company could leave him very lonely, though he hated to admit it, and it had been years since-- no, he wouldn’t dwell on her now. “hehe, you look cuuuuuute arvis...” now it’s his turn to be flustered. of course, he knows its the bloodloss speaking.
“right, okay, now if you could stand up now that would be wonderful.”
Yeah, this is the only ask like this we’ve gotten. Tumblr probably ate it. But of course!
I admittedly haven’t written for Arvis before this, so please tell me if I write him incorrectly!
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Arvis
Arvis... has definitely made his mistakes in the past. Of course he did bad stuff, but now that he had been summoned by you and forced to make amends with the man he barbecued Sigurd, ‘losing’ Deidre to him in the process... He had to be the good guy now. Fighting for Askr and all.
When you two first interacted, he was relatively standoffish, though your conversations could get relatively deep or even frightening.
“My hellfire will consume everything.” “Look, buddy, we’re trying to stop the fire. Not spread it.”
Basically the two of you had tension between you for a while.
After a long time, like maybe a month or so, he eventually started to warm up to you and acted nicer around you. You were the one who kind of realized your feelings for the man first.
After confessing, it admittedly took a while for Arvis to admit he returned his feelings, actually rather perplexed.
He ultimately accepts and realizes that he returns your feelings, and the two of you slowly and surely become a couple.
After the two of you become a ‘thing’, Arvis starts to be a bit more affectionate with you, smiling and chatting lightly with you, unlike your conversations during the first month you two had known each other.
He likes kissing the back of your hand, your forehead, and sometimes he will actually kiss your lips. Mainly in private, though.
Eventually, Arvis decides to actually introduce you to his kids (though you had already met them before)
Saias and Julia like you. Julius, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about you.
A lot of the time when you’re in private, Arvis will hold you tight while the two of you talk.
He also unintentionally makes fire puns whenever he’s talking about how much he loves you or how he feels at the moment. You find it very amusing, to say the least.
Basically, Arvis will be a super romantic sap while in a relationship with you!
Xander
I actually just wrote some relationship headcanons for Xander! You can find them here!
uhhh "I want…something that I’m not sure I deserve to have." w alvis!!
Pairing: Yandere Arvis x reader
Prompt: “I want... something that I’m not sure I deserve to have.”
Description: You would admit to being a drama queen but not a quitter. Arvis was right when he claimed the heroes deserved better from him and you intended to show that to him. Only then does he realize how much he enjoyed your reliance on him...
Notes: V: sends in a characters Japanese name, even though it’s only one letter off from their English name Me: WHomst???
I kid I kid I know its Arvis but… forgive me for being a fool, love.
Edited: 6/3/21; idk if its bc im tired or if bc this piece just fucks but it really didn’t need much editing!
“Have you ever wanted something you’re not supposed to have? Yearned for something you know you don’t deserve, but your heart just won’t listen to logic?” Your voice was tired, you seemed far away as you stared into the sky. Your eyes were as mirrors, reflecting the starry sky you looked up at for anyone who gazed into them. “Even though you know it’s not yours to have, you want to take it and cherish it? Maybe you feel like if you had it, things would be okay, or go better… but really who knows?” You turned to him, a sad look on your face, and sorrow shining through the stars once in your eyes. “I find myself feeling that way often; just one push away from what I really want. But… it’s something I can’t have, that I don’t deserve…” You had closed your eyes, blocking his view of your universe. “That’s okay, though, because times like this help.”
At the time, Arvis had no idea what your words meant, nor that they would come to have so much meaning to him; he brushed them off as late night ramblings, anyways. The emotion in your voice was the spirits talking, that sad look simply the blush of alcohol. Whatever you were rambling about wasn’t really your true feelings.
What a fool he was.
“What is it you desire, then?” He found you with another drink in your hand; something that happened more often than not as of late. You rose the bottle to your lips but a gentle hand stopped you; a frown from Arvis prompted a sigh from you. One that spoke more volume than you would this evening.
“I told you, its something I can’t have. Don’t you remember that night?” Your voice was soft, but this time there were no stars to hide your true feelings. Arvis had a perfect view of them but as he stared into their depths, he found the emotions within far too complex to get a proper read on.
“I’m surprised you remember it.” You rolled your eyes and glanced at the dark bottle. “But tell me then, why can’t you have it?” He prompted, still looking at you with his burning gaze, though you avoided it.
“I… I just can’t, okay? It would be wrong.” A heavy sigh, a heavy drink. The bottle hit the table softly, though and you met Arvis’s gaze. “Don’t worry about it, as long as I have this bottle I can get through it.” A wry smile from you, a frown from Arvis. Both of you knew it wasn’t okay. Arvis rose quickly, the chair falling behind him. You looked up with wide eyes as he looked down with a furrowed brow.
“We both know your soldiers deserve better.” He simply walked away. You looked at the displaced chair and another heavy sigh left you. The bottle met your lips again, and you took another deep drink. You hoped it could be your last. You knew he was right and more than anything you valued his input.
Arvis was still blind to what caused your sorrow and how much his opinion of you held merit to you because as the weeks went by, you got better. Less alcohol, less self-pity. But still, so much sorrow. He found himself far too worried, for what happened to make their summoner so sad in the first place? What did you desire so much that it could take you to such different extremes? And why was it so wrong to want it?
It hit him, one day. How much of a fool he was, and frankly, how much a fool you had been as well. Still, he had been blind all this time and had to make up for that. He was certain, you were in love with him; all the nights spent together just talking, all the heated gazes and longing touches. But he left you suffering all this time, was he even worthy of your love now that you were growing stronger without it?
Again, nights with you. No bottle, simple conversation and a warm fire. Tea and treats, too, sweet things to draw your mind from the alcohol. It was a quiet moment where the both of you took the chance to think. Arvis, collecting himself, and you, thinking about how far you’ve come. His voice broke the silence. “I want…something that I’m not sure I deserve to have…” You could hear the hesitance in his voice, see how unsure he was on his features.
“Oh?” You tried to ignore how your heart pounded, beating against its cage. “How silly, I remember not too long ago you said you couldn’t relate to me.” You smiled, lifting your teacup to take a sip. How you kept your voice even, you were unsure. Still, your hand shook a little and you were happy to not spill tea on yourself.
“Excuse me for being so bold but… I love you _____.” You stared at him, hands folded in your lap.
“Pardon?” You managed, trying to find the right words to say to him. On one hand, you were getting over him, moving on from the guilt you felt for liking him and becoming a better person who didn’t depend on alcohol to deal with their emotions. On the other hand, this is what you desired for, well, months.
“I love you, and… I finally figured out what you desired; all this time, you had been looking for my love in return…” Your cheeks hadn’t been this rosy since you last picked up a bottle but a decision had to be made here.
“That… may have been true in the past…” You sighed, your eyes looking down at your folded hands. “But that love was keeping me down… I spent so long waiting for something to happen, hoping that maybe you would see me differently or notice how I felt, I drank myself into a stupor… And you must have noticed, it was only when you showed your disdain did I begin to change.” A bitter laugh left you and you lifted your head to meet his gaze, burning like the flames he wielded. “I’ve grown stronger without those feelings, Arvis. I’m afraid I have to say I don’t feel the same. At least, not anymore. For both our sake.” Anger hit him first; hot and burning, threatening to explode upon you but soon calm hit him. He knew you were too smitten with him to really feel that way, he need only remind you how much you loved him.
“That’s cute, that you think you moved on.” His words were harsh but his tone so soft. You were confused, unsure how to respond. “We both know how much you need me, love; this may not be what I deserve but its what you need.” He rose to move closer to you and you rose as well, thinking to put some distance between the two of you.
“No I… I think you need to leave now, Arvis.” You finally began to step back as he moved closer. Cliche as it was your back hit the wall; soon, you were trapped between Arvis and the table the two of you once sat at.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” His touch was soft, his knuckle trailing down your cheek somehow both pleasant and chilling. “To love and be loved… I can give that to you now.” He was smiling yet fear clutched at your heart.
“Yes but–” He hushed you with a single finger put to your lips, his smile still eerie.
“This is what’s best for you, I promise. With my love, you’ll thrive.” His finger dropped and you were left no room to speak as his lip met yours. You found yourself frozen, wondering; was this what you wanted, or something else? Was it you, or Arvis that twisted this love into something it shouldn’t be? That, you couldn’t answer. This was what you desired. You found what you wanted wasn’t what you needed, yet, feeling his lips against yours, you wondered again; would it be so wrong to give in? Maybe Arvis did know better after all...
Can I just say finding your blog was the highlight of this whole week, your writing is simply fantastic. And fellow monster fucker?? You have fine tastes, my friend. First thing that jumped to mind was Arvis as either a naga or demon and the thought alone is killing me, so would that be okay for a request if it's not too late? Thank you for your time!
Pairing: Demon! Arvis x reader
Prompt: Arvis… but as a demon
Description: You really wanted a good candle for the upcoming fall season, one of the ones that had a woodwick and made that fun crackling noise? When you fail to find that, you decide instead an old candle will do and check your local thrift shop.
Rating: sfw
Content Warning: mentions of food, mentions of fire but nothing destructive
Word Count: 1383
Notes: Okay so I’m replying to this the day I got it, but it won’t post until… Friday, so sorry about that buT REALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF YOUR WEEK AHHH ANON YOU PRECIOUS and yell heah I’m a monster fucker, what can I say except that I’m a hoe for terato lmao I’m gonna go with demon because like… can you imagine….wow
Edited: 6/3/21, again at like 3 am (and then again, when I woke up because why not). This post is old enough to still have a horizontal line inserted… i miss her.
You had gone looking for one of those wood wick candles; you know, the ones that would crackle and sound like a fire while they burned? Your local chain store didn’t have them and for whatever reason, you wound up looking next door for a suitable candle. Next door happened to be a decaying old antique store that, you didn’t recall being there in the past but figured you may as well check out now.
To your shock and happiness, you had found some candles. There were three in total; a deep blue, a dark red and a welcoming yellow. For whatever reason, the red one called to you. It was one of those fancy candles, you know that had a very ornate container, and even a little lid for when you wanted to snuff it? But it was covered in a layer of grime, it looked like it hadn’t been moved in a long while.
Gently lifting it from between the other candles, you removed the lid to see what it smelled like. A shiver ran through you then, though you weren’t really sure why because the store was actually quite warm thanks to how cold it was getting out. Lifting the candle to your nose, you could only sigh in content. It smelt like fall; like sweet apples and leaves crunching under your feet, like the frost in the early morning and the pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving dinner. It even had a tinge of a smokey smell to it, like campfires and fun. Honestly, it smelt like home. Rather, it smelt like what you wanted your home to smell like.
You didn’t even need to know what the other two smelt like to know you wanted the red one. So, replacing the lid, you saw it was only worth $5, which was perfectly acceptable. You paid for the candle, plus tax and went on your merry way. It may not be one of those cool wood wick ones but still, you were very excited to go home and burn it; you couldn’t wait to be enveloped in pumpkin apple spicy goodness.
Once home, the first thing you did was clean the poor candle– it had sat in the back of someone’s shelf for too long, it seemed. With it shining like new, you set about finding your lighter. You hardly used the damn thing, but you found it finally lost under your bed. Finally, you would be able to light this thing. And so, you did just that, taking the lighter to the wick and smiling as it caught aflame. You watched it flicker a moment, the fire dancing in your eyes a brilliant red before you decided it was high time you made dinner.
You had already prepared the chicken before hand to cook curry, so you set about preparing some rice to enjoy with it as well. Both of which smelled very good themselves, though they were strong enough that you couldn’t smell the candle in the other room. Which, was fine you supposed, you could enjoy it while you enjoyed your dinner and some much-earned T.V. time. Just as you plopped down with your food, remote by your side dreams in grasp, your candle suddenly wisped out; after it, all of your lights and electronics.
“Hey what the fuck?” Just as the words left you, your candle flickered back to life, though much stronger than before. It was enough to illuminate your way back over to it, which, you did, after carefully placing your food on the table. At least this decided to happen after dinner was over. “What are you doing, little guy?” It still smelt really good, though, so it couldn’t be all bad. You hovered over it, peering into its depths. You could actually feel the heat it was giving off on your face. And, well, that was probably a fire hazard. So, you licked the tips of your fingers, hoping to extinguish it but the flame was way hotter than any candle should have been able to handle. The tips of your fingers were effectively burned, but at least the damn thing was out.
“What the heck…” The words tumbled out of your mouth between your thumb and pointer finger. You were currently sucking on them in an attempt to numb the pain, though you knew you would have to bandage them, and put on some burn cream… if you had any.
“You’re the one who summoned me?” You swiveled so fast, you nearly lost your balance. Your living room was lit once more, though this time not by an overactive candle. Before you stood what you wanted to call a man but the unearthly glow, talon-like claws, and horns didn’t help his case. So, before you stood some sort of bipedal creature who vaguely resembled a human male; his voice was pleasant to your ears, along with the rest of his looks. He had lovely flowing red hair if you ignored how the ends of it turned into flames that licked about the room. It didn’t seem they would set things on fire, though. His eyes were as red as the flames he seemed to command, and you found you could get lost in them– though, decidedly, that probably wasn’t a good idea in the current situation.
“Yeah, I think you have the wrong place.” Was all you said, fingers slowly falling from your mouth, They still stung like a bitch, but it didn’t quite feel right in this situation. His chuckle ran through your house, piercing the silence that stood between you.
“No, you’re the one.” You really weren’t digging the way his voice was affecting you. It was much too smooth for your liking. “This place reeks of that dammed candle I was sealed in and you burned your fingers; it was your blood that set me free.” You sighed, not really what you needed this Friday night but, well, these things happen sometimes?
“Well if it unsealed you, can I use it to seal you again? I really don’t want to deal with this.” You admitted, shifting your weight from foot to foot.
“Do you not seek the limitless power a demon can offer you?” He raised his right hand, fire dancing in his palm. You gently lowered it back to his side, shaking your head all the while.
“A demon huh?” You said mostly to yourself. “Really, that’s not necessary. I just burned your candle because I actually enjoyed the way it smelt.” You shrugged a little. “So like, you can go back and do your thing.” You waved him off dismissively.
“I’m bound to that candle– so long as you own it, you own me.” Seemed like the entire thing was a touchy subject with him, so you just nodded along with it, not wanting to anger him.
“Well, in that case, are you hungry? I know I would be starving if I were sealed for who knows how long in a candle that smells that delicious.” You giggled a bit as one of his clawed hands rested over his stomach.He stared at you a moment, confused. When was the last time someone had offered him food…?
“That… would be nice.” He nodded slowly, watching as you moved around him to another part of the house.
“I’d be happy to feed you if you released my lights to whatever strange demonic grasp you have over them.” With a dramatic sigh on his part, the lights flickered back on. “Thank you… oh, I don’t think I got your name?” You reached into the cupboard above you, pulling out a bowl. There was just enough food left to feed him. Perhaps it wasn’t all coincidence.
“I am called Arvis.” You nodded and smiled, handing him a bowl of curry and rice.
“My name is _____. I hope you can make yourself at home because I intend to use that candle until it’s burnt out.” You walked past him, to where you left your own dinner and began eating. Arvis was left looking from you, to the food, to the TV you just turned on, back to you. It would take some getting used to but… perhaps you being the one to summon him wouldn’t be a bad thing at all.
Can we get Arvis and a female summoner who are pining over each other but don't know the other feels the same way until other people spell it out for them? Thanks!
Pairing: Arvis x reader
Prompt: mutual pinning!!
Description: You find yourself mindless pinning for a certain red haired flame emperor when no one else but his only daughter finds you doing so. What does she plan to do now that she has you cornered and confessing?
Rating: sfw
Content Warning: idiots to lovers, absolute pure fluff with a small serving of angst
Word Count: 1482
Notes: Anon this is such a cute request??? Pining lovers hits me real hard I love idiots in love. Also this is just… Julia and Deirdre going “you know what would be cute? Arvis with the summoner” and they just made it happen. Amazing, love those girls.
Edited: 6/3/21; added proper formatting, fixed spelling and such!
“He has such pretty hair…” You sighed, just imaging being able to run your fingers through it. It was probably soft, he looked like a man who knew how to take care of his hair. “And his voice…” You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it; there was something about it that just set your heart aflutter. Too many things about him made your heart beat faster, your thoughts hazy when about him, and just made it… hard to function.
“Summoner? Who were you talking to?” Julia was suddenly in front of you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“What? Who me? No I was never talking!” You said quickly, letting out an awkward laugh as well. Julia looked unconvinced.
“I thought I heard your voice though…” She frowned a bit. It didn’t help that the daughter of the very man you were pining over was questioning you.
“Um, guess I must have been talking to myself, then? Happens to the best of us…” You really wanted out of this situation but Julia had done nothing wrong... It was hard to look away from her bright, inquisitive eyes.
“Oh, well…” She hummed rolling her eyes a little, not quite convinced.
“Okay I give.” You sighed. Lying to sweet Julia just felt wrong. She smiled wide at you, eager to hear what you had to say. “I, well… Its about Arvis- your father.” You rolled your eyes, blushing a bit just at the mere thought of him.
“Oh? What about him?” Julia seemed to light up at the mention of him; truly, she was happier to be here with him and her mother. Even if they didn’t hold the same feelings, it meant the world to have her family here.
“Well I just…” You began to sigh once more, unsure how to properly explain your feelings for him but Julia spoke again.
“You know, father really seems to like you, _____” Julia noted with a smile. “He seems so happy when he’s with you… just like when he was with mother…” She gave a little bittersweet smile.
“Julia… I…” Her words gave pause to you; perhaps... No, it couldn’t be... Still, Julia deserved to know the truth. “I think I’m in love with Arvis.” You looked at her, crestfallen despite the truth. “It’s just… everything about him, really. I could probably create a list of reasons why but…” You smiled, once more thinking of him. “He’s just, amazing to me.” Her face seemed to light up, a glint in her eyes you had never really seen before.
“Oh this is fantastic _____!” She smile and hugged you much to your surprise. “I’m sure my father feels the same! There’s no way he couldn’t!” She giggled, still holding your waist despite how you still were in shock at her statement. “You must tell him how you feel, please. He’ll be overjoyed.” She looked up at you, smiling and full of hope.
“Y-you really think so?” You laughed a little. Surely if Julia had that much confidence in it, it couldn’t be far from the truth. But still… “I… don’t know, though… What if he still has feelings for your mother?” You frowned a little, not wanting to intrude on any feelings that might still linger.
“My Mother…” Julia sighed a little, squeezing your waist a little as she thought. “I think, here, she would rather be with my Lord Sigurd. Father understands that… though perhaps some part of him still cares for her…” She mused, dropping her arms from your waist and taking a step back from you.
“I can’t compare to Deirdre…” You sighed. “She beautiful and so kind… I’m just, well, the Summoner.” You looked to the ground, counting the ornate tiles. You knew it was wrong to compare yourself to another but still your thoughts fell darker.
“_____… Why compare yourself to mother? There are things he loved about her, sure… but _____, you have just as much to offer!” Julia assured you. “Comparing yourself to others is silly. I’m certain father holds you dear.” She grabbed your hands now, trying to seek your gaze. “Don’t you want to see him happy?”
“Well, I… of course I do.” You focused on her gaze, trying your best to meet her smile.
“Then why deny him a chance of happiness with you?” She pleaded.
“I-it’s not that simple!” Though, her line of thoughts did make sense. “I just… what if he rejects me, what then?”
~*~
“Arvis?” He looked back, to find Deirdre coming from behind him.
“Deirdre! Is there something I can do? Or perhaps…” She shushed him with a single finger to his lips and he complied.
“I want to talk to you, about the Summoner.” Arvis’s eye widened.
“What about them?” He asked, trying to remain impose. But Deirdre knew.
“There’s no use denying it, I know that look.” She giggled out. “It’s the same look you had on your face when you first met me.” Arvis was silent, he couldn’t deny it. “You love them, don’t you?” She smiled, looking up to his face. “You deserve happiness, Arvis.” he smiled at her as well.
“You know so much simply from glancing at me. I…” There was so much he had to say, so much he wanted to. How could you thank the woman you love so much, still, but you have to move on from? “I’ll… always care for you, Deirdre.” For once, he was at a loss of words, unsure how to proceed in this situation.
“And I you, Arvis.” She still held that smile that said so much...
“But…” Hesitance danced in his red gaze. “How can I know the Summoner feels the same? With so many heroes…” He frowned, thinking of any number of heroes that could hold your affection. As much as he wanted to believe you felt the same as him...
“Oh? Are you unsure? The two of you always look so happy together, I never see them smile like that with anyone else.” Deirdre looked very sure of herself as she gave him a knowing smile.
“Yes but…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it allowed; what would the Summoner want with a man who had been married before? That had done such things in the name of his ideals...
“You think that matters to them?” Deirdre whispered, taking one of his larger hands in both of hers. “I promise you, _____ thinks nothing of our previous relationship; if anything, all you have to do is to prove to them that they are the important person in your life now.” She smiled and squeezed his hand a little. “So, no reason to delay in that, right? Come one, I have Julia stalling _____ now, it’s the perfect time to catch them off guard.” And with that, a giggling Deirdre pulled Arvis along to where Julia had cornered them. And it was then, when they entered the room that Arvis heard them speak.
“What if he rejects me? What then?” The words stung to hear; Arvis could never dream of a world where he would reject you. Julia was still holding your forearms, and Arvis let go of Deirdre’s hand.
“_____” Your name left his lips so smoothly, your heart stopped.
“Father, mother.” Julia giggled a little bit, stepping back from you as Arvis moved forward.
“A-Arvis?” Your eyes shot from him, to Julia (barely containing a giggle) and then to Deirdre (covering her sly grin) and finally, back to Arvis, who smiled softly at you.
“I’ve… heard tale that a certain Summoner has feelings for me.” He stepped closer, taking your hands in his and smiling that devilish grin of his.
“Oh, and pray tell, what would make you think that?” You were having problems containing the blush on your cheeks. It felt as if the two of you were the only ones there.
“Perhaps it was just a dream of mine, though the color on your cheeks does give me some hope.” He brushed his finger across your cheek, stopping to cradle it in his hand. Mother and daughter took this chance to leave; their job here, done.
“Well…” You smiled a little. “I suppose it wouldn’t be far from the truth… I…” You didn’t have the heart to say the words aloud, you just leaned into him for a hug, your arms finding way around his neck and holding him close to find the strength to admit your feelings.
“Whatever your fears were, they mean nothing now, _____. I love you. You, and not Deirdre.” You looked up to him and smiled, feeling his arms find way around your waist.
“I love you too, and I don’t want you to ever doubt that I do again, okay?” You leaned into his chest again, the words coming out a mumble that tingled his chest. “You’re so important to me…”
