Covenant (Fate/Grand Order X Reader)

Wrong (Arjuna | Archer)

"Why did you choose me?" His voice was soft, so soft that even a gust of wind could drown it.

Eyes downcast, he clenched his hands and gritted his teeth as he uttered the questions and truths that plagued his mind. "You deserve...more"

Mere words they may be, yet they cut deeper than any weapon or opponent he'd faced in the past.

The illusion of perfection he'd crafted to shield the parts of him he desperately hid, and like a dam it had all poured out. So many pieces of himself lay scattered for you to see, for you to judge, for you to hate just as much as he did.

Now he bared all of himself to you in all his imperfect and impure glory with fear and trepidation taking a hold of his heart like a vice. He couldn't breathe, his lungs felt like they were submerged in water.

Arjuna may as well have been waiting for his execution, because he knew that nothing would ever hurt more than your imminent rejection—

"Please don't leave me"

He wasn't prepared to be caught in a near-desperate embrace of all things.

He wasn't ready for the small face that pressed against his chest, moisture seeping into his clothes and letting his skin feel the heat of those warm tears.

"Whoever you are...and whatever you once did...none of that matters to me"

Such small, frail arms and yet they were stronger than any trap that had even dared to capture him, "The Arjuna that I have come to love and the Arjuna I chose are the same person, regardless of how badly he thinks of himself."

You were human.

You were weak and fragile.

But you gripped him as if your life depended on it.

"I'm the one who should be ashamed, because I'm not the master you deserve..." Your voice was soft just like the rest of you. "You can show me all the parts of yourself you detest and I'd still love them, because they are a part of you. Even if the sun starts to rise in the west, you are still and always will be Arjuna"

"...my Arjuna..."

You whisper the last statement as if it were a prayer, but he hears it all the same.

What was once a heart threatening to stop beating became one that could not calm even if he willed it with all his might.

The Hero of the Endowed was at a loss.

How can he even hope to respond when faced with such a devastatingly critical blow such as that?

It may not be obvious because of his dark skin, but his whole body felt as if he were harboring the heat of a thousand suns. He was sure that you could even feel it through his clothes.

During his lifetime, he'd had four wives and four children.

He was also a prince who was given everything he could ever want.

Everything that wasn't given to him, he can and would take because it was his birthright.

Even his enemies were no match before his innate might.

Nothing and no one could best him.

But all it took was this one helpless master, this one girl to break apart and bring him together.

Arjuna can scorn himself as much as he wanted, but there was one thing that he and all of his parts can attest to:

He is yours, and you are his.