Covenant (Fate/Grand Order X Reader)

Soft (Arjuna | Archer)

If he had to use only a single word to describe you, then it would be...soft.

Soft was the hair atop your head. Strands seemingly flying every which way no matter how much you tried to tie it back in some semblance of order.

Soft was the skin of your hands when you held his own calloused ones, toughened by years of handling weapons and fighting all who wished to challenge the Endowed Hero. Those hands that cradled his face and his own hands, seemingly unafraid of the blood he spilt and lives he's taken.

Soft was your breathing when he held your sleeping self against him, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he once again found himself marveling at how well you fit together despite all his reservations and insecurities about his worth.

Soft was the way you spoke his name. "Arjuna" You would smile, a small dimple appearing on the left side near your lips as you gazed at him with such warmth that at times he felt as if he were snow placed upon the first rays of sunlight.

He would melt every time.

Soft was your lips when they pressed against him. Whether it be his own lips or any other parts of his body, the archer would still find himself unfailingly softening beneath the plush smoothness of your lips.

Soft was the rest of your body, untouched by the horrors of war and conflict. Whenever he allows himself some respite and lays his head against your breast, he hears the steady beats of your heart amidst the softness of your whole being.

Arjuna does not hide nor does he celebrate the brutality of his battles, of the wars he'd fought and shed blood for.

He does not deny that before he is a hero, he is a warrior.

He does not conceal the destructive power he possesses nor his usefulness as a tool.

He does not delude himself into thinking he is free of sin.

But..

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He cannot deny the way your smile softens the lump of coal that serves as his heart.

He can't stop his tanned skin from flushing a deep red when he finds himself the subject of your stare.

He's not so daft as to pretend that everything you've done, intentional or otherwise, hasn't tempered his once iron will into a gooey mush.

He does not reveal the true extent of his feelings however, until he came to a startling realization.

Soft was your body when an enemy had landed a solid hit upon your frail, mortal self which crumples down like a puppet with its strings cut. The deep red color of your blood stains the ground and Arjuna himself sees red.

He screams himself hoarse that day.

Soft were the fingers that card through his dark chocolate locks as he slept against the cot within Chaldea's infirmary.

He does not hide the relief that floods him when he wakes up to see you sitting up on the bed, the smile that crumbled all his stony foundations sitting upon your face despite the numerous bandages that peeked out from beneath your hospital gown.

When all is said and done...

When the conflicts of this world and the ones that surrounded it had finally been resolved...

Soft was your middle when he laid his cheek against it, feeling the warmth of your skin as the new life inside of you seemingly kicked at him.