Covenant (Fate/Grand Order X Reader)

Human (Arjuna Alter | Berserker)

As a god he had cast away his mortal vessel along with every shred of his humanity. Emotions were irrelevant to a being that had already transcended and broke free from the constraints of mortality.

"I can't stand how they're looking at you"

And yet what can he call these emotions that simmered, bubbled, and boiled within him as it took every ounce of restraint he had to NOT annihilate the filth that dared taint you?

He'd been ascended time and time again and even when he'd reached his final form, you went further and used several grails until he could no longer increase his power. With more power came understanding and acceptance of the humanity he had once cast away in his journey to godhood.

"You...are mine" What his voice lacked in volume, he certainly made up with the conviction it carried.

The Berserker's tail swung agitatedly from behind him as he practically crushed you to his taller, sturdier form. While his face remained expressionless, one could easily tell from the movements of his tail just how affected the pseudo-deity was.

Pressed against the brunette's body with not a single inch of space in between, you were practically hyperventilating as the heat of both his body and your own embarrassment threatened to consume you.

Warm, earthy, and sweet

Such scents contrasted greatly against the icy demeanor and divinity he possessed and yet you could cite no other that would fit him better. Your tense muscles slacken as you allow him to overwhelm your senses.

As you ponder over just how he managed to perpetually smell of warm cinnamon, Arjuna seems to take your relaxation as acceptance of his declaration. He nuzzles the top of your head, committing to memory your own scent as he drowns you in his own as if to stake his claim.

Regardless of the matter of his divinity and mortality, he despises the way other males allow their eyes to rove over your form. He abhors how they take advantage of the fact that you were their master so as to get closer to you.

Had he been as ruthless as before...he would have made them pay dearly for their insolence.

Evil was coveting what was not yours to begin with.

And he had vowed to vanquish all evil regardless of their severity—

"Arjuna...you smell nice," You mumble against the skin of his neck, small hands bunching the dark and smooth fabric of his top. Your warm breath fanned against his heated skin, eliciting small goosebumps across the tanned expanse.

It was almost comical how you had faced each other in battle once upon a time. The master who thanklessly fought to save humanity versus the ultimate god of their respective pantheon and within his domain of all places. The both of you fought and you had won.

That was supposed to be the end of his story this time.

But then you summoned him.

You summoned him and did your best to regain the last remnants of his mortality that he once believed to be unneeded and impure.

You taught him that he need not be perfect.

That he didn't need to be the ideal hero.

He wasn't just Arjuna the Endowed Hero.

Nor was he Arjuna, the Lost Belt King.

He just had to be Arjuna, the man that cares— No, LOVES you.

He is Arjuna.