Ephraim: helping the summoner open up, “Your happiness comes before mine.”,
Innes: how dense can one summoner be?, the answer is quite a lot,
Joshua: acting as the summoners wingman only to realize they like him too,
Lyon: fallen Lyon “Unfortunately for you, once I had decided your were mine there was nothing you could have done to change your fate”, taking care of the summoner after they overwork themself,
Multi: Ephraim & Innes; being competitive over the summoner
Valter: Unlikely Savior, Susuruss, For some reason you trust Valter,
Summary: Christmas is your favorite holiday and Valter makes it extra special
Author’s note: This was requested a long time ago. I’m so sorry for the person who requested it. But I finally finished it, I hope you like! I tried to incorporate the reading being from Wales since that’s what they wanted, but wasn’t sure exactly how to execute it so I more or less mention your accent.
Christmas has always been your favorite holiday; the lights, the music, the air is cold and crisp. . This year is even more special as you have someone significant to share it with. You’ve been dating Valter for almost a year, the relationship could only be described as a fantasy. Valter and you met at a coffee shop not too long after you moved from Wales to Sweden. He fell in love with your accent immediately; he would listen to you talk for hours specifically about your childhood.
Two months after meeting you moved into Valter’s apartment; it wasn’t a difficult decision as you were there most days anyway. Both of your friends and families were apprehensive of how quickly the relationship progressed, however, the two of you proved them wrong and lasted longer than anyone would have guessed.
Now it’s the weekend before December 1st which only means one thing, it’s time to decorate for Christmas. You hop out of bed, attempting to not disturb Valter. Rushing to the storage room, you drag all the boxes filled with decorations to the living room. By the time Valter woke up, the living room looks as if it was meant to be in a Hallmark movie. “Wow, you really went all out.”
“Of course, these decorations can only be enjoyed for a month, you have to put them up as soon as possible. Usually, I put them up right after Thanksgiving, but seeing as this is the first year sharing it with someone, I didn’t want to go overboard.” You turn back to finish putting the ornaments on the tree. Each ornament is unique and has a symbolic meaning. You have some from when you were a child, given to you by your grandmother. Some you’ve gotten in different countries after traveling. You even have one Valter picked out a couple of weeks ago; the ornament has the anniversary date of the first time you met and your favorite picture of the two of you.
“Did you leave anything for me to help with?” He rubs his eyes attempting to rid them of sleepiness. You’ve always thought he looks most attractive after just waking up. His hair is always a mess, usually, his pants are hanging low on his hips, and his voice is at least an octave lower than it normally is.
You can’t help but stare at his entire body before answering.“You can put the star on top. I can’t reach it.” You grab the star out of the box, stretching your arm out so he can take it.
“Is that all I’m good for? Just reaching things you can’t?” He snarks. He loves to tease you about how he’s always having to reach things for you since his apartment is built for a person of his height and not yours.
“Yep. I only date you because you’re tall. I’m so sorry it took this long for you to find out,” you say sarcastically. He walks up until he’s standing directly behind you and able to put it up on the tree. Once the decorations are complete, you make your famous hot chocolate so you can sit and enjoy the fruits of your labor.
The two of you curl up on the couch to watch Christmas movies for the day. You lay so that Valter is behind you with his arms wrapping around you, with a blanket thrown on top. You never feel more at ease than when Valter is holding you. Throughout the movies, he jokes about the cheesiness of the storylines until you remind him your relationship would appear cheesy to others as well.
The closer Christmas became the more stress there was. You come from a relatively small family or at least compared to Valter’s. Trying to find the perfect gift for everyone seems impossible. Valter tried to relieve the stress as best he can. He gives you a list of suggestions for his family and tells you no matter what you give them, they will enjoy it.
It’s Christmas Eve and your nerves are through the roof. Stellan’s party is this evening and you are running around making sure you have all the gifts packed, the dish you are bringing is prepared correctly, and the outfit you’re wearing fits. This is the first time you will meet all of his siblings. You’ve met a few of them on different occasions but never all together. Valter did his best to help calm you. The drive to the party felt like an eternity. His family has always treated you with kindness.
You are the first to arrive. Slowly the rest of Valter’s siblings and their families trickle in. When Bill arrives he makes a beeline for you. Besides Valter, Bill was the one you are closest to. Once everyone arrives and is settled in, Stellan informs dinner is ready shortly after. Most of the food is traditional Swedish, however, Stellan being as kind as he is, made a couple of dishes from Wales.
After everyone is done stuffing themselves, it’s decided there should be a rest period before opening presents. Most everyone convenes in the living room; some sit on the floor to stretch out while most find a comfortable place near the fire. The youngest two children can barely contain their excitement. You’ve lost count of the times they’ve asked if it’s time to open presents. By the time everyone agrees that it’s time to open, the youngest two rush over to the tree to grab their gifts.
The tradition in Valter’s family is the youngest opens first and the oldest last, as to keep children occupied while others open their gifts. There is minimal talking while gifts are being opened. Finally, it is Valter’s turn; you hand him two packages from under the tree; one small and one of larger capacity.
First, you hand him the little one, knowing he’ll want to use the second as soon as he opens it. He slowly peels the wrapping paper off of the small one, attempting to not destroy it. He begins to tear up when he opens the box; a couple of months prior you bought a necklace with the date the two of you met. “It’s stunning, I’m never going to take it off.” He isn’t as cautious when tearing the paper off of the second present. His face lit up as a child that awakes early on Christmas morning. “I...how did you...they sold out in minutes,” his voice full of bewilderment. He’s been talking about the new Playstation for weeks but was unsuccessful at obtaining one. You remember him staying up waiting for the launch, making sure he had everything he would need, however so many others had the same plan. What Valter didn’t know was that you had also been online for the launch and was slightly quicker.
“I was in the other room when you were trying to order and was faster than you.” He enveloped you in a hug whispering his thanks among all of the nasty things he planned for later to properly thank you, as he put it.
Valter finishes opening the gifts from his family then it’s your turn. Being as you are a little nervous, you have a difficult time controlling your shaky hands. By the time you are done, you have a new phone case, new shoes, and of course Christmas decorations. You snuggle up with Valter while the rest of his family opens their presents.
Eventually, all the gifts are open, many are sitting reveling in their new possessions. One of your traditions is to sit outside and enjoy the snow. You excuse yourself, grab your coat and head out to the backyard. It’s only just beginning to snow, sticking to the foot already on the ground. You find a chair under an awning untouched by snow. Sitting down, you block out anything that isn’t the flurries falling from the sky.
You only move to go inside when your entire body is numb from the cold. Walking back into the living room, you notice a small gift still sitting under the tree. You inspect it unable to find a name. “We forgot one gift, but I can’t find who it belongs to.” You face them, holding it up, but not one person seems to know.
“It’s for you,” Valter’s voice startles you from behind.
“Why is it still under here?” You ask still focusing on the very small box.
“Because I wanted to wait until the perfect moment.”
“Perfect moment for what?”
You turn towards him as he is getting down on one knee, “I have been thinking about this for months, but I didn’t want to scare you off. And with your love for Christmas, I thought tonight is a perfect time. We’ve only known each other for a year and the year has been so much better than I ever imagined. I can’t envision my life without you in it. You’re the most kind, caring person I know. You encourage me to become a better man. Y/N, will you marry me?”
Shock courses throughout your entire body. You never an inkling he was going to propose. Valter isn’t the best at keeping secrets, however, he kept this secret as his life depended on it. Your entire relationship hastily runs through your mind; how picture-perfect everything seems, how Valter seems to even you out, and how you can’t envision your life without him. “Y/N?” Valter’s voice brings you out of your thoughts. You can hear the nervousness in his voice.
“Yes!Yes!Yes!” You can’t express the euphoria running through you. Tears start to form at the corner of your eyes. As Valter stands up and pulls you into a hug, Bill walks over and congratulates the two of you. The next few minutes are spent with congratulations from the family. The ring is simple, but elegant. A small heart shaped red jem with two small diamonds on either side. It’s better than anything you could have ever picked out. Eija jokes later on, she was the one who picked it out or otherwise Valter would have picked a boring ring, as she put it. You know no matter what style he picked out, you would love it. Hell He could have proposed with a ring pop and yes would have still been your answer.
During the commotion, you don’t notice that Alexander disappears until he comes back into the room with bottles of champagne. “I think this calls for a toast!” He passes around glasses until all the adults have one. “To Valter and Y/N. May their journey be filled with bliss and laughter.”
By midnight almost everyone has left to go home. Valter and you are some of the last ones to leave. You never in a million years thought this night would get better, however, Valter had one more surprise up his sleeve.
When you arrive home, you see roses leading from the front door to the bedroom. The bedroom looks as if it is taken straight from a romantic comedy. Roses covered the bed spelling I Love You, candles are placed strategically, giving the room a nice glow. “When did you have time to do this?”
“I bought all of this a couple of weeks ago. I had a friend come over and set it up while we were celebrating Christmas. I let him know when we were leaving so that he could light the candles.”
“I can’t believe you did this. It looks like it could be out of a magazine.” You pull him into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around his waist. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his arms holding you to him as if you’ll float away if he doesn’t. Valter pops more champagne which you failed to notice sitting off to the side. He also had an arrangement of chocolate-covered fruit.
He then hands you another box, this one slightly bigger than the one for the ring. “What’s this?”
“Open it.” In the box is a ruby red ornament with white writing simply stating ‘engaged.’ Tears begin to well up in your eyes. Nothing seems right to say, so you simply bring him in for another hug.
The two of you spent the night celebrating one of the most significant events in your life so far. Valter kept his promise by properly thanking you over and over again.
Valter reacting to an s/o that is yandere for him~
-Finally! Oh how long he has waited for the one he desires more than anything understand that he is truly the only one that could ever love them.
-Your devotion to him is expected, and you meet all his expectations so well.
-Even though a normal man could see that you aren’t quite yourself around him, the crazed expression on your face as you gaze up at him fills him with a greater joy than even a good hunt.
-When you defend him to Alfonse and Sharena, he is surprised as he would simply brush their comments off, but you felt the need to prove that you care. He loves how much you seem to value him.
-Valter doesn’t care if you hurt others for him. He knows what he desires, and as long as you don’t take his prey you should be fine. As he would let you know, you will face consequences if you kill the Renais twins instead of him.
-He has no trouble with letting you put yourself in danger. Letting him save you just so he can remind you that only he can kill you? Sounds fun to him. After all, the bliss on your face as he scoops you up to take you home makes any trouble worth it.
I am in. love. with the way you write Valter. You somehow capture his eerie calmness in a way I’ve never seen before! ❤️ I’d die if you published any more content for the trash man (If you need specifics, maybe a dignified summoner giving him a serious compliment?) Anyways, I love your work!!
This comment means so much to me because (and I say this in the middle of writing this request) Valter is just… hard for me to capture bc as much as I like him its hard for me to write like… mean people? So I hope you like this, anon, its gonna get kinda long! Oppsie how did this piece end up being 3000 words? What’s up with that? I hope you like it anon, I feel like I may have gotten a little too ooc but like… oh well!
Winter festivities may have been over, but the weather was still here to stay for some time. It was snowing in full swing, but still, the enemy came to you; the blizzard had caught everyone by surprise, and when you had been ordering your forces to retreat, you got cut off from most of them. You were alone and fearful. What if the enemy found you first? What if you simply died from exposure in this cold? What a way for the legendary Summoner to die. All the enemies you had managed to outwit prior would be laughing, hell the lot of them are likely laughing at your despair right this moment.
You hadn’t quite given up, but you were ready to scream out of frustration when in the surge of white and nothingness pushed up quickly around you. You cursed this new blanket of snow and covered your eyes as best you could, squinting against the blinding color to see what had happened. Would this be your demise or your savior? It finally cleared so you could see what was before you, a familiar, albeit, gruff, wyvern and it’s ruthless master. Upon seeing Valter, you couldn’t quite say if this would be the death of you or not. You couldn’t quite tell with him, but the contract bound him. Perhaps you would be safe with him. He was the closest thing to an ally around you right now, and your only hope.
“Where is everyone else?” You had to raise your voice in the shrill of the storm, moving closer to Valter so he could hear you. His wyvern was also big enough to provide a bit of cover from the storm. Its scales must have been thicker than you could tell because it didn’t seem to mind the cold at all. In fact, Valter didn’t seem to mind either. He had that same smirk on his face as usual, probably due to the circumstances you currently found yourself in. Probably took some sick pleasure in knowing he was your only hope, but no need to dwell on that.
“You’re the only one I’ve been able to find, Summoner. It seems we’ve been cut off from the main force.” He wasn’t meeting your gaze, not due to shyness or awkwardness, but to make sure you weren’t followed. His survey of the arena turned out short and he continued speaking. “You’re lucky, that cloak of yours lets you blend into the snow well.” He stepped closer to you and blocked even more cold from you. You didn’t want to admit how much you appreciated that, you were freezing, because you knew the gesture was meant to intimidate you. “But you are my prey, and no matter what, I shall find you.” You frowned and crossed your arms, looking up at him.
“That’s great, but can you take us back to our main force? I can’t stay out there like this much longer or I get hypothermia. I’m already starting to lose feeling in my hands.” Valter studied you a moment, from your slight shivering, how you were trying to stop your teeth from chattering, and how you still managed to look angry at him through you frozen bangs.
“The storm is getting too thick for me to search properly. However,” His lips curled into a bigger grin, one that would have made you frown more had you energy to do so. “I passed by a shelter not far from here, we should be able to make it there and wait out the brunt of this storm.” You rolled your eyes and sighed.
“Okay then, lead the way.” He jumped atop his wyvern, and without much of asking, pulled you atop in front of him as well.
“Be careful not to fall Summoner.” Valter’s chuckle rang through your ears as his arms circled either side of your waist to pick up the reins. With a quick snap, his wyvern was once more in the air, and you squealed in surprise. You wouldn’t fall off due to his arms on either side of you yet you still felt unsafe. Your fear kept you from speaking, and the blistering wind hitting your face kept your eyes closed. Your pressed close to Valter, just wishing this experience to be over.
It wasn’t long before you heard Valter laugh again. “There was no need to be so frighted, no harm would have befallen you.” You slowly open your eyes and saw Valter was already standing just outside a small cabin. The place even had a sizable barn nearby, with large enough doors for Valter’s wyvern to stay in.
“With you, I’m never certain,” You grumbled, trying to look for a way down without hurting yourself. You never understood how he seemed to just jump on and off this beast. Wordlessly, Valter offered you his hand. Slowly, you took it, and he helped you down. “Thank you…” Your words were quiet as if not meant for his ears. Valter heard them well enough, though. Seemed he had no intention to say your welcome, though. You turned away from him, and knocked on the door a few times, only for the door to push in by its self. You pushed in more and took a hesitant step inside the cold place. Valter wasn’t far behind and was quick to place a warning hand on your shoulder. You didn’t very well expect this to be a trap, but it was better to be wary in these situations you supposed. So, you let him take the lead to see what was inside this one room cabin.
It was dark but still spacious. If anything, it looked hastily abandoned. You could make out the vague shape of an overturned table, a bed moved away from the wall, and other clutter. “I think its clear…” Your voice was soft, sad. “The battle was so close to here… whoever lived here must have fled in fear.” Valter didn’t respond but replaced his weapon on his back, doing a once over of the place. “You should lead your wyvern to that barn, so it at least has cover from the elements. I’ll see if I can get a fire started in here.” You looked to him, and though he was frowning, left to do as you asked. You weren’t sure if he had much care in his heart for that wyvern, but at least he seemed to take care of it. More like a weapon than a companion, though.
It was hard for your eyes to adjust from the blinding white of snow to the darkness of the cabin you found yourself in. You stuck close to the wall, moving to the far end where a single, small window illuminated a fireplace. The place was a little messy, as you had said someone left in a hurry and left many things behind. When you could finally see better, you searched around for anything that might help you start this fire. Coals were in there, and it fact it was already made with tinder and smaller logs as if someone were planning on using it soon. Was there flint around here, or two rocks you could strike together? Hell, if you could find a fire tome you could make that work. You had very little practice with a tome (all in an effort to grow more useful to the Order of Heroes, though your practice mostly was “reading the same tome five times over to understand it”). With luck, you found some flint and a small steel dagger to strike it against. Crouching down, you neared the tinder pile, and struck the dagger, once, twice, it was only by the third time did you get a spark large enough to catch one of the dried leaves. You quickly backed your hands off and stood, dusting yourself off as you did so. Lucky for you, the flame took to the tinder and slowly the pieces of wood were catching flame as well. Soon, the cold and the dark would leave this cabin and you could think more clearly.
Valter chose that time to come back in then, closing and locking the door behind him. You were quiet, choosing instead to tidy up the place as the light slowly began to grow from behind you. The air was tense, but perhaps only for you. You knew Valter would be fine with just the two of you for an indefinite amount of time, but would you? How long would the storm outside rage, and your allies wonder what happened to you? You didn’t want to know how long. Surely after they retreated, there would be search parties.
“You’ve been staring for a few minutes now, Summoner. Are you sure you’re all there?” You blinked, clearing your foggy vision and focusing once more on Valter. You studied him a moment more, seeing as he sat on a small couch near to the fire, and shook your head.
“Just lost in my thoughts is all.” now that it was getting warmer, you realized just how soaked you and your cloak were. Your cloak and boots at least could dry next to the fire thank, but you had nothing else to change into here. You sighed now, unsure what to do or really how to conduct yourself. Near the fire, on the side opposing where the couch sat were what looked to be cupboards. They were thrown open and some of the contents spilling to the counter below. By the light of the fire, you could tell it was… some sort of food. Some of it had been taken when the occupants fled, but you could see mason jars with preserves in there, both fruit and vegetables, dried meats left behind, and a barrel in the furthest corner half filled with water. Though, you supposed, if you really needed water you only need collect some snow and let it melt before the fire.
“It looks like whoever was here before us left enough preserves for us to stay here the next few days, though I don’t think its enough to last us a week. Hopefully, this storm will pass soon and we can meet up with our main force.” You really didn’t feel like eating, or drinking, or anything really. A sigh left you. Valter turned and peaked through the curtains behind him.
“The storm won’t be letting up any time soon, Summoner. Rest if you need to.” You frowned but moved to the bed near to the food storage. You pushed it back against the wall, only for extra blankets to appear folded where it once covered. You wanted them for yourself but… You very well didn’t want Valter to have an excuse to share this bed with you. So, you moved over to the opposite side of the couch, and placed it there. “… Make sure you get some rest as well, okay? It’s unlikely our enemy will find us here if they dare to brave that storm at all.” He nodded, acknowledging your words but still looking out at the storm. You were feeling fatigued anyway, so perhaps sleeping earlier would be best for you.
So you moved back to the bed, shaking out the blanket and wiping off the sheets just in case. You took one glace at Valter, then back to the bed. You would get under the covers, and then take off your wet clothing. It could dry overnight on the bed frame, and if you were lucky you would awaken before Valter and be able to put them, and your cloak, back on. When you were finished awkwardly wiggling out of your clothing (you were sure he noticed though he hadn’t turned your way once while you did so), you realized you could hardly keep your eyes open. Though still wary of Valter, you cuddled up into the blanket and allowed yourself to drift off. Hoping that soon, the storm would be over or clear enough that you could attempt to move through it.
Valter waited and watched. When your breathing slowed, and your eyes finally closed, he still waited and watched. It could have been an hour or more, it was hard to tell the time now, but he was sure it had been about half an hour since you laid down, surely you were sleeping. So he rose, and took your damp clothing closer to the fire to dry first of all, and added more wood to the fire next. Then he moved to where you claimed the food was and put it away properly. There was a turned over table near the bed, one he was sure you weren’t strong enough to have righted yourself, so he went ahead and fixed that as well. Through it all, he was telling himself that he may as well fix things if he were forced to be here for the next few days, but a small part of him he refused to let have voice knew you would appreciate the sentiment. He straightened a few more things before looking out the window again. Your position was likely safe but it never hurt to be cautious. When he had seemingly done all he could, Valter decided he may as well get some semblance of rest for the next. It would be a light rest though, and he would be sure to awaken at a sign of trouble.
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You woke surprisingly well rested and warm, you could almost forget where you were. But these blankets were a little scratchy against your bare skin–
Your eyes shot open and you surveyed your surroundings. The first thing you noticed, your clothing was not hanging off the footboard of the bed where you left it, but instead neatly folded by your feet. And something smelt… really good, actually. Like warm food. Glancing over at the fire, you could see Valter awake before it, crouching down to stir whatever it was he had in a small cooking cauldron. You wondered, a moment if he actually knew how to cook…
But that could be pondered later, for now, you needed to dress again. And go reclaim your surely warm cloak that still hung by the fire. But how to dress without alerting Valter. You were sure if he knew you were awake he would take the utmost delight and watching you squirm under his gaze, struggling to put your clothing on as quick as possible… You shook your head and sighed. That sill didn’t explain how your clothing ended up folded at the end of the bed. You didn’t remember doing that, and the only other person who could have….
Your gaze shifted to Valter, who has just turned your direction was a passive look, only to crack a little smirk at seeing your eyes open. “Finally up?” You were wary at the tone of his voice, the slight teasing tone it took. “You can thank me later for drying your clothing.” He turned away from you and back to the food. “If you plan to leave that bed at all, put your clothing on quickly. The storm isn’t getting any better.” You sat up in the bed, making sure the blanket still covered your torso as you reached for your shirt. If Valter had any intention of watching he didn’t show it now, apparently too focused on the food before him. Shirt safely on, you reached for your pants now in hopes of shrugging those on as well. You didn’t want to start at him while you changed but you wanted to be sure he didn’t try and sneak a lot.
“With the way your gaze is fixed on me, you would think I was the one changing.” He turned your way just as you got your pants up to your hips and in place, and you sent him a frown but ultimately sighed.
“Thanks for drying my clothing, I suppose…” You looked away from him now, grabbing your socks so padding across the floor to your boots wouldn’t be total hell. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, and even if you see it as a personal gain for some twisted reason, you’re still helping me.” he was frowning at you now, gaze fixed into a look that was a mixture amusement and anger.
“You’re no good to me dead.” he huffed turning his back to you. You had only just noticed he wasn’t in his usual armor, just the casual clothing that sat under it. You kinda liked getting under his skin like this, though, maybe you should continue.
“Sure, sure.” you couldn’t help but laugh a little, standing on the cold floor to move to your boots and cloak. “It’s just interesting to see…” You hesitated to use the word in reference to Valter, but… “well, nice.” You stifled a laugh, seeing him freeze a moment in his tracts.
“Something funny Summoner?” he turned to you, arching a brow. By now you had everything on safely and were feeling toasty and warm.
“Oh nothing it’s just… interesting to see how you act now that we’re alone.” You hummed. He strode over and stood over you.
“Don’t forget our relationship– you are my prey, and I will break you.” This time when it came from his lips, it didn’t sound very convincing.
“And I suppose you hope to do that by being helpful?” You gave him a big smile, one he never thought you would ever direct at him. Damn the way it made his heart pound.
“What fun is there in breaking an already wounded animal?” He leaned down to your level, dangerously close to your face.
“We’ll see just what kind of ‘breaking’ you can do during our time here, Valter.” You were the first to step away, and he let you, watching as you moved back to the other side of the cabin. You weren’t sure what spurred that interaction them. You were certain Valter was a cruel and unusual man, though you wondered, why was it you that caused him to deviate from his norm? There was no placing it, you supposed, but perhaps if your entire stay went this smoothly things would be okay.
Idk how many requests you have or anything but could I request a drabble for Valter? Maybe something with the summoner not being able to sleep/feeling unsafe and they go to him to protect them b/c oddly enough they trust him?
Pairing: Valter x reader
Description: After a failed assassination attempt on your head, your left scared, confused and paranoid that it might happen again. Not knowing who is friend or foe… you can only trust one persons intentions of you now.
Rating: sfw
Word Count: 1502
Notes, Orginal: lmao I replied to an anon yesterday who asked what I had in the inbox, but I have a feeling that when this posts there will be more. As of now, besides this, there are… 13 requests in the inbox. And me writing this piece was me slowly realizing I can’t write mean people opps hope you enjoy your trash anon
Edited, ?: I was reading old fics as I tended to do and found that I had multiple copies of this fic? On didn’t have anything past where the read more should have been, and this one had weird ass formatting so. This isn’t really edited I think but I did fix the formatting, for now.
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Paranoia who? You felt… fine, besides the terrible feeling that something was going to go wrong soon.
It was only a day ago that you came to feel this way; a solider, apparently one who had been loyal to Askr far before you had come to Zenith tried to take your life in an assassination attempt. Since then, you had been on edge. You knew you could trust the heroes, and even then still have trust in the solider too, but, still…
“Summoner?” You jumped as a hand landed on your shoulder. Alfonse was looking at you in concern. “Are you sure your alright? Perhaps you should take some time to relax, the other days event seems to have you… frazzled.” He frowned a little bit, dropping his hand.“You think so? I guess I am more jumpy than usual… I just never had to worry about anything like this before I came here. I knew the possibility was out there but having it really happen was too real.” You fidgeted a bit, eyes darting around a bit. “But what can I do…?” You wondered.
“Calm down, first of all” Alfonse smiled a little, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before letting it go. “If you’re this freighted, why not train with some of the heroes? I’m sure any number of them could help you out, or even offer to protect you if you’re still scared.” You nodded, smiling a bit.“Thanks Alfonse, I’ll do just that.” With a final smile, Alfonse walked past you and you started in the direction he came from, soon coming to the training arena. Just before you could open the door, it was opened before you, and no one other than Valter stood before you.
“What a surprise to find you here, Summoner. To what do I owe the honor?” he didn’t seem like he was willing to move from the door way, but maybe you could use this to your advantage. You could hardly think of anything that scared you more than him so…
“Valter… I think I have a job for you,” You looked up at him, frowning a little bit. A little pit was forming in your stomach just looking into his eyes. Why did this feel like a mistake?
“What would you have me do, Summoner?” His demeanor seemed to change, perhaps from the serious look you gave him, or from the hesitant glances you tried not to throw over your shoulders.
“I… I’m scared, okay? Ever since yesterday, I can’t seem to trust anyone much at all.” You admitted, eyes shifting down. You watched your own fingers fiddle with your cloak.
“And you think you can trust me?” You knew there was a smirk on his face without even looking up to view it.
“No, not really.” You let out a bitter chuckle, now meeting his gaze. “But I know um, how you feel? Your intentions, that is.” His grin nearly grew, watching you squirm under his gaze. “So I figure I’d do us both a favor; you stay around me, 24/7, until I feel less paranoid. And um? I figured you would like that? Sounds like something you would be into…” You muttered, looking away from him. Saying it out loud seemed silly now, and you were quite ready to get yourself out of this situation.
“I accept” You faced him once more, trying not to openly gape. You knew he would accept, you just weren’t really prepared for when he would.
“G-great.” You nodded quickly. Admittedly, you didn’t feel very safe with him now tailing you, but your fears were different form what they were before. And that, perhaps, was a good thing. No one could hurt you with Valter near by, and he couldn’t hurt you with the contract in place… so it would all be fine, right?
~*~
Per your request, Valter had followed you. And now that it was night time, he sat, waiting in your room now as you readied for bed. He had enough respect to allow you to change in peace, and knowing he would be there at night oddly put you at ease. It actually hadn’t taken long to get use to his predatory gaze and strange remarks… The comfort of knowing he could take care of near anyone who threatened you helped.
“Well then… good night, Valter.” It felt odd, saying that to him. More so since he was still fully armored, and had his lance by his side. But you were comforted by the fact that he wanted… well, someone who would fight back more, and you were his prey or whatever, so you felt strongly that if there were any death tonight, it would not be your own.
“Rest well, Summoner. No one will harm you while under my protection; I reserve that right myself.” You shivered a little at his comment but reminded yourself there was nothing he could do to hurt you.
“Sure, Valter.” You made sure to face away from him as you lie in bed, closing you eyes and trying really hard not to notice his stare on you. Even if you were use to it during the day, it didn’t help you one bit at night… Shouldn’t he be like, watching for people who want to murder you? Eventually, you did find sleep. Although, it was restless. Your failed assassination was fresh on your mind; the soldiers face, the cries of heroes, the fear and the resulting paranoia all got to you. Much to Valter’s amusement, you thrashed around in your sleep, and you were murmuring to yourself. However, it annoyed him that you feared something else enough to not find him as much of a threat. Quietly, he walked up to your side, and crouched down next to you.
“Summoner…” he called out to you quietly, watching for any sign of you waking. “Wake up, _____” He spoke a little louder, daring to caress your face. Immediately your eyes shot open, and you sat up, looking around. Valter stood to his full height, smirking as you looked around wildly.
“Valter? Is everything okay? Are we in danger?” You were still a confused, images from your nightmare appearing now and then only furthering this experience. Valter simply sat on your bed, facing you with legs off.
“You were having a nightmare. I supposed you would appreciate being woke up.” You nodded a little bit, looking down into your lap while holding your forehead with one hand. You released a sigh, pushing your hair back before looking back to him.
“Yeah, okay, thanks.” You weren’t expecting any comfort from him, so you took a deep breath and rose from the bed, leaving him to sit there as you went out to stare out the window. The dark expanse reached out before your tired gaze. You hoped there was no one out there. “So, nothing out of the ordinary, then? I’m really just paranoid?” You sighed, turning back to face him. You jumped back against the window, finding Valter just before you. He moved so silently you didn’t even sense him behind you.
“Summoner, the only thing you need fear is me.” He moved in closer, and you found your back against the cold window. You had no time to curse your stupid choices as he leaned in closer, one hand leaning on the wall near the window, the other fitting rather snugly on your hip. “Under my watch, no harm will come to you, unless it is by my hand.” His face moved in closer to yours and with no where to run, you could only watch. You pulled your hands up in any attempt to push him back but he easily held his ground being stronger and wearing heavy armor. His hand that leaned against the wall caught your chin and forced you to face him. “You are my prey alone, understand?”
“I’ll never be your prey. What ever sick fantasies you have in store will never happen, Valter. I won’t let it.” Were you maybe enjoying this? The look in his eyes told you to get the fuck out of there, but the excitement in the pit of your stomach said otherwise. Surely pushing him further would yield better results for you. “Because with the situation we’re in now, I’m your Master. And nothing will change that.” Rage flashed in his eyes for a moment, before he let out a sinister laugh. No, like this you weren’t scared of Valter.
“Everything is temporary, _____” The tone in his voice, the way he said your name, sent a chill down your spine. “And I know your game as well. And just this once, I’ll let you win.” His lips crashed into yours sound leaving you. Your teeth smashed together with the pure hunger he felt pressing you further into the window. So perhaps that night, you did feel safe, knowing that, until the Dark Moonstone got his way, you would be well protected from anything else.
hiii, if youre still accepting yandere promts, could you do Valter with 17 or 18 (theyre both really good and i can't choose so you can pick whichever one you wanna do)
I chose 18. Hope that’s alright.
Valter carded a hand through your hair before pulling your hair back violently.
“Come on, prey where are those tears,” he said growing more and more frustrated.
You did your best not to cry to keep him from what he desired.
“Never,” you shout.
As long as he didn’t get what he wanted, he would continue to check up on you. If you had given in quick like you did in the past he would leave you to starve for several days as punishment. You would much rather give in, but he wouldn’t let you die even if you did. He gave you a fierce expression before breaking out into laughter. The Moonstone seemed very pleased with how you were resisting.
“Perfect. Now do cry for me baby. I promise that you will not be punished for following orders this time.”
Your tears fell as if they were truly under his command.
“Beautiful,” he whispered before giving you a quick kiss on your cheek.
It took much longer than he would have liked, but he finally broke you. The confident and free Summoner was perfect now. You were begging and willing for him every moment of the day. Nothing even mattered to you any more. Being by his side was all you desired. That was why he finally allowed you to leave your room again. It had only been six months since he locked you in there, but he was extremely impressed with your progress.
For the first few days you were scared to leave your room. You barely could make it to your study down the hall before wanting Valter to take you back to your room to comfort you. After the first week, you were able to work on tactics again. It was after the third week though, that Valter realized it was a mistake letting you roam free.
Since it was your duty, you had summoned a few new heroes to act as support in the coming battles. This included the very kind and perceptive Seth. Of course the knight did not find your relationship with Valter proper, and began to convince you that you were your own person again. Slowly, you were becoming the defiant Summoner you once were, much to the chagrin of Valter. The Grado General knew that you needed to be put back in your place
“You’ve been so good lately, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you,” he warned when you two were ready for bed.
His hands griped your sides to pull you closer, but you tried to push him away like you had done many months ago.
“Don’t defy me now, Y/N. Let your Master take care of you. Otherwise, I will hurt you.”
His patience was long gone when you slapped him. His gloved hands left your hips and wrapped around your throat. He allowed himself to use most of his strength to choke you. A light chuckle escaped his mouth as you gasped for air and tried to pry his hands away from your neck.
“If this is what my pet desires, I am happy to oblige.”
Valter threw you to the ground and turned to sit on your bed. He watched you closely as you struggled to catch your breathe.
“However, if you want me to not hurt you again you need only send that bastard home who is trying to keep you from me. Then, I promise I’ll take care of you once more.”
me, queueing things hours before they will post; yall I finally found my fucking muse. at least write-o-ween day 3 is on time
The day was cold and chilly, fall weather bringing an unpleasant chill to everything it touched. Wind tore through the skies, howling and calling to the world around it. It made you nostalgic for something you couldn’t quite understand, but you didn’t mind. It was perfect weather to curl up with a warm drink and a good book, so you did just that.
Still, sitting so close to the window did have its downfalls; there was a particular branch on the tree that would tap against the thick glass in an unsettling way. Leaves would fly by and cast shadows over the room (only scaring you sometimes), the sound of the wind would bear an uncanny resemblance to another person's voice every now and then. You tried not to let the fear of the season get to you (just yet) and focused on your book once more.
You had just gotten to a particularly good part in the book when a rather large crash against your window caused to scream and throw your book up. It landed unceremoniously on the ground, and while you placed a hand over your beating heart, you looked out the window to find it has started storming. Replacing the sounds you heard before, the susurrus of the heavy rain refused to let up. It wasn’t moments later that your door was thrown open (you prayed there wouldn’t be a hole in the wall, but the hero opened the door with such force) and someone has their lanced poised at an invisible threat.
“There’s no one here, Valter.” You let out a small sigh, bending from your seat on the bed to pick up the book you had carelessly thrown.
“Your scream?” He relaxed a little but didn’t yet replace his lance as he waited for a reply.
“The um, storm scared me.” He cast his gaze to the window to confirm it really was raining, and upon seeing the bad weather let out a chuckle.
“Who knew my prey scared so easy.” He turned back to you, cursed lance safely placed on his back now as he stalked closer.
“You can um, go now.” You tried to ignore how he was closing in on you, instead of focusing on fixing pages of your book that had been folded out of place.
“Who else will protect you from this storm?” As if to prove his point, thunder rang out; once more, you yelped, and his chuckled filled the silence following.
“I think we both know well that won’t be necessary.” Even as you spoke you shivered a little. Valter was already removing his armor; this wouldn’t be the first time he tried to offer you comfort through something like this.
“Whatever you say.” You frowned a little, hating the tone in his voice, and hating how you knew you would feel better once he had his arms around you. Little was said until he crawled into bed with you, instantly pulling you into his safe embrace.
“Why are you like this.” You couldn’t see his face the way he held you, and you didn’t want to. “You say you're going to break me, treat me like prey and destroy me but… you find me at my weakest and help me get strong again.” When had your voice gotten so soft?
“What fun it is there in conquering a beaten prey?” His laugh was right in your ear, but somehow it was comforting. Somehow all of him was-- you knew that wasn’t his real reason, though. “But not every meeting between us need be like that; I’m content knowing no one else can touch you when you’re within my grasp.” He pulled you a little closer to him, and you tried to will away the blush and nerves in your stomach. But you knew they wouldn’t go; whatever strange relationship you had with Valter wasn’t changing any time soon.
