Fate/yuri oneshots

{Artoria(Lancer) x fem reader}

A/N

Part two, cause someone asked for another one(￣^￣)ゞ

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Your P.O.V

I gulped at her words, "someone cute came around" what does that mean? Before I knew it, the mysterious woman stood in front of me with a sly smirk smuggled across her face.

"I wonder what someone as charming as you, is doing here alone stumbling into my mansion." The way she talked, the way she dragged her finger from my neck down to the hem of my shirt. The way she leaned forward staring into my (E/C) eyes, it all rubbed me the wrong way.

I took a step back, she was in my bubble space and she popped it more then once. I cleared my throat and tried not to make this awkward, maybe she was a horny maid or Sir Pendragon's wife who likes to cheat behind his back? But she sure as hell knows how this mansion is laid out.

"Umm..by any chance do you know if Sir Pendragon is here." I asked slightly drifting my gaze away from her green eyes. She smiled walking closer to me, only to whisper in my ear. "Your looking at her right now." Her hot breath hit my ear, she nibbled on my earlobe and grabbed my crotch like she was expecting something down there.

My eyes went wide and I pushed her away, but not too hard. But just to create distance from each other, her smirk was still there on her attractive face which I hate to admit. I cleared my throat again and tried to push that I just almost got raped out of my head, "So...I take it that you own this mansion?" I ask, earring a decent answer from her and not flirty smiles and stares here and there.

"Well..I was wondering if I could work here?" That question pulls her attention off the candle she was lighting. "For what reason? To make money for your family? Your partner?" I shake my head at all her answers, "So I can try and live a life, grab food and such." She stares at me with a stoic face, like she didn't try and rape me two minutes ago.

"Your an orphaned?" She asks, I nod my head stuffing my hands in my pockets. She sighs and walks my direction but doesn't stand so close like before, "I'll let you stay with me, if you help me with everyday stuff." She says and I nod my at her answer.

"So, you basically hired me..?" I ask, uncertain about my question. She hums at my answer which I'm taking as a yes, "Oh, before you do anything." She stops half way up the stairs. I listen carefully, wondering what she's going to tell me.

"The names Artoria, you don't have to be formal." Artoria, that's a pretty name for young lady like her. "Thanks Artoria, I'm (Y/N)." I grin at her making her cheeks dust pink, "(Y/N), not a bad name for you." Artoria mumbles something but leaves me alone, still standing in the lobby.

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I always wasn't a fan of mornings, cause I rather sleep in. But when your particularly a servant for a rich person, you have to wake up early. I'm still surprised I haven't rolled down the stairs half asleep yet, as I yawned walking up the stairs with Artoria's breakfast. She always asked for a lot in the morning, evening and night, actually she's always asking for a lot of food.

I knocked on her bedroom door, hearing a faint "come in" meaning that's my cue to walk in. I opened the door, seeing the mistress in her undergarments looking for something to wear. I've got used to Artoria being basically half naked, I closed the door putting her food down on her desk.

I started folding her clothes that was all over the place. Artoria sighed heavily and faced me with a pout, "Hmm, What is it?" I look up from folding her night wear. She plops herself next to me, angrily munching on her pancakes. "I can't find anything to wear!" I chuckled at her little childish outburst, I get up grabbing her hair brush to do her hair.

I sit down and tell her to sit on my lap, which she does. "Didn't I tell you to pick out your outfit before going to sleep?" I ask, gently dragging the brush though her golden locks. "I know...but I couldn't find anything last night as well." She grumbled nibbling on her fork, I sigh again and continued to brush her hair as she eats her breakfast.

"Can I wear your clothes?" "No" I answer faster than when I take a shower. Artoria turns to me having a slight glare in her eyes, there's her mature personality I was waiting for. "Why not?" "Cause they mine clothes," We soon after got into a argument about my clothes which is pretty idiotic.

I was getting tired of this fight and I let her win. She smiled, proud about her victory. She never likes losing, such a sore loser. After I tie her hair up, Artoria gives me a small smile and walks out her room heading to my room. I facepalm at her, she could at least put a robe on or something?

No, she just had to walk out almost naked. The things I cope with...