Shadows | Fate/Stay Night x Reader

10.5 | My Letter To You

Baam Note: Short Chapter, sorry. Consider it canon, but moreso a side story. A perspective from the point of view of not Jalter, but Jeanne Alter. (It sounded cooler in my head it's the same person i get it read on now.)

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the summoning chamber in a soft, orange glow. Jeanne d'Arc Alter, known to many as the Dragon Witch, stood by the grand windows, her eyes fixed on the fading light.

The room was silent, save for the gentle rustle of her dark cloak. She was deep in thought, her mind occupied by one person: her Master, (Y/N).

Jeanne Alter, a figure born from the hatred and despair of the real Jeanne d'Arc, was not accustomed to the softer emotions. Her heart was a fortress, built to keep out any form of weakness.

Yet, with (Y/N), things were different. She didn't understand why her heart would flutter whenever he smiled or why her anger would melt away at his gentle words.

She turned away from the window, her gaze shifting to the door, as if expecting him to walk through at any moment.

Her feelings for him were a confusing mix of admiration, protectiveness, and something deeper that she hesitated to name.

It was infuriating. She, the Dragon Witch, feared nothing—except the vulnerability that came with caring for someone.

(Y/N) had always treated her with kindness and respect, seeing beyond her reputation as a vengeful spirit. He believed in her, and that belief had slowly chipped away at her walls.

She could still remember the first time he had defended her in front of the other Servants, standing firm against their accusations and distrust.

That moment had been a turning point. From then on, she had found herself seeking his approval, craving his presence.

As the night deepened, Jeanne Alter paced the room, her mind replaying memories of their time together. She remembered the battles they had fought side by side, the strategies they had devised, and the quiet moments of companionship.

Each memory was a testament to the bond they had forged—a bond that went beyond the typical Master-Servant relationship.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly composed herself before answering. As the door opened, (Y/N) stepped into the room, his expression warm and inviting.

"Jeanne, I thought I'd find you here," he said, closing the door behind him. "I wanted to check on you."

She crossed her arms, a habitual gesture to hide her nerves. "I'm fine, Master. There's no need to worry about me."

(Y/N) smiled, stepping closer. "I always worry about you. You're important to me, Jeanne."

Her heart ached at his words. She wanted to respond, to tell him how much he meant to her, but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she simply nodded, her eyes meeting his.

There was a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken emotions. (Y/N) reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Jeanne, you don't have to carry everything alone. I'm here for you."

The warmth of his touch broke through her defenses, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "Why?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Why do you care so much about me?"

(Y/N) looked at her, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Because I see the real you, Jeanne. Not the Dragon Witch, but the person who fights with unwavering determination. The person who has a kind heart, even if she doesn't always show it."

Her tears finally fell, and she quickly wiped them away, feeling exposed. But (Y/N) only drew her into a gentle embrace, his arms providing the comfort she didn't know she needed.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest. "Thank you for believing in me."

He held her close, his presence a reassuring anchor. "Always, Jeanne. I'll always believe in you."

In that moment, Jeanne Alter allowed herself to be vulnerable, to accept the love and support (Y/N) offered.

She realized that her feelings for him were not a weakness, but a source of strength. And with him by her side, she felt like she could face anything the world threw at them.

As the night enveloped them, Jeanne Alter made a silent vow to protect (Y/N) with all her might. He had given her something she never thought she would have: hope. And for that, she would be eternally grateful.