Archer x Lancer_I DARE YOU

Chapter 4: 'Le Strange

This original character was inspired by the picture above. 😄. I was thinking, that yeah, I'm going to make this a fanfiction to remember. Hopefully.

They groaned as they rose, their bodies were stiff and aching. A shadowy figure in heavy purple cloak stood before the center of the room, facing them with a wide smile creeping with something amiss, or it was just downright creepy for Lancer. As they stood, the two Servants were stooping from the weight of lesser strength and they were both facing the woman who gave of the familiar attire of a female Caster, or to say, a witch. But Lancer wondered because she looked nothing like the Mage he defeated yesterday.

Lancer straightened himself up to a cold darkness hugging his body with shivers of anticipation. He quickly picked himself up and directed his attention to the presence of the third party in the room.

"Welcome welcome!" She continued, her voice all curry-sweet, yet maniacal from the rising and falling of her tone; her tongue looping around the words before she licked her glossy lips. She spread her arms wide, with regards to her welcome, but they couldn't tell her emotions clearly because of the veil falling over her eyes. They couldn't see that she has her eyes were wide open with wild exhilaration. She put her point finger on her lips, and leaned forward, and it seems that she was closely examining them from her spot, where dim light hit her from above. Her attire was baggy, but around the finer features of a female, cloth tightly wound her hips and chest to show off curvy features.

"Well, well. It looks like I'm quite lucky to have some visitors today. It has been a long time."

She licked her lower lips again, as if hunger wasn't enough to define her thoughts as of now.

"Who are you?!" Lancer demanded, but his tone was softened, probably because she might be her type. Archer shook his head, Lancer was a hopeless womanizer but Lancer ignored him.

The finger pressed to her lip pointed at her face. "Who me?"

A laugh escaped her as she performed a low bow with her hands hanging, like a puppet drooping from failed strings. She then placed her hand on her chest, fingers spread out gracefully, as if she were to sing a ballad.

"I am none other than the great Madam 'Le Strange, the last of the Mor-axi bloodline." She crossed her arms and pouted, pudding her cheeks. "You dare barge into my mansion without knowing?"

Archer interrupted her from her next sentence, crossing his arms. "Madam Le' Strange of Mor-axi bloodline, you were known for your impossible talents in magic..."

Her smile was molding her feathered softer until it dropped to his next words.

"...as well as your infamous methods of abusing these powers to bend people and magic all into your will. You are a greedy, self-centered individual branded as an outcast because of your questionable ego. And of course, you were the one who brought down both your family name and bloodline."

She put her hands on her cheeks and hopped forward, like a little girl excited by the merest thing. She skipped towards Archer who is standing straight, after recovering his physical strength, and looking down at her with one furrowed brow.

"Oh! I'm glad to know a handsome young man like you could know me..." She ran a finger down his abdomen, dipping it into the hard lines of well-structured abs. "...so well."

Her head bobbed as she closely examined Archer from head to foot, putting on a face that could drool just from the sight. "And you seem like a smart one too!"

Shivers crawled throughout Lancer, slightly sickened from the way her tongue slicked the words. But for some reason, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her touching Archer, with his permission. Archer knew her, but Lancer didn't and he questioned his Mage Class knowledge. But simply enough, even if Archer looked annoyed, he just simply stared at the girl and responded while closing his eyes; it was his sign of disinterest, along with his crossed arms and people he treated that way were sorted as low beings.

"I learned about you back in that mage school. You are hardly cast aside as a poor example of a talented figure flushed down the drain because of your selfish use of magic."

She laughed, and it was high-pitched as she held her stomach. Lancer noticed her mature figure as a woman but he questioned her childish personality. "Well, I have my reasons for my selfishness..."

She squeezed her cheeks, squealing in pure delight that Archer flinched from it. "Ahh! When was the last time someone like you came here?! Ugh, the awful agony of it! If only people were carved beautifully just like you!"

One hand landed on his shoulder and the other to his cheek, and for a second there, Archer looked like he was going to have none of it and snap. Surprisingly, Lancer was mistaken when he saw him endure her touches, each finger circling caresses. Obviously, Archer didn't find it satisfying but it was bearable. The woman's complaints continued in the voice of a child. "And if only hot men like you can drop in all of the time!"

She beeped his noise with her long finger, earning a deeper frown from the man before she caught Lancer gaping at them. Lancer looked away and cleared his throat, to dismiss the blush building in his cheeks. Why was her actions with Archer disturbing him?

Silently, she moved towards the man in blue, her feet making no sound at all, as it repeatedly met the cold floor. She stood in front of him, close enough that he could hear her breaths. His eyebrow twitched from the invaded space and he refused to face her, tilting his upper body a slight to the right. No doubt, she also stared at him from head to toe, the way she did Archer and it felt too awkward, this close inspection. Somehow, he was turned off and is sure he isn't in the slightest mood to flirt with her, which was kind of strange.

She breathed, not only on her words but inhaling his scent as well which made Lancer shudder.

"Ah, a Lancer...."

Another long sniff, while Archer amusingly watched from afar.

"And an attractive one at that."

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Throughout the series, he has flirted with every girl-except Medusa of course. Hahaha, this fanfiction is odd, no?