Archer Stay Night Novels & Stories

“Change of plans. The afterparty’s staying here. Everyone’s too drunk to drive, and Anya said to keep the rooms ready.” Hezekiah blinked. “So… we’re not going back tonight?” Archer grinned. “Nope. Rooms are already prepped. Anya’s orders.” He leaned closer, voice dropping conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, she picked yours herself.” Darius shot him a warning look. “Archer.” But Archer only laughed and raised his hands in surrender. “Relax, cousin. It’s just one night.” When he left, the air between them stretched taut again.

As we begin heading back to the city, I divert our path so I don’t have to pass through King Lance’s lands again. I’m still so angry at the reception that Lily received in Araphyra that it takes hours before I’m ready to stop for the night. Drake gets some firewood and then I build a fire. “Do you want me to catch you some food? I’m not sure how much you eat? Would a rabbit suffice or would you like another deer?”

Archer smiled, and his gold eyes were steady. The full moon was coming. And we would be ready.

I rubbed my eyes for a while before scanning my room, and to my surprise, Archer was sitting in the same position as yesterday with his hands crossed on his chest. Last night felt a little blurry, but they started to piece in little by little. How could I have invited him to stay with me overnight? Was he angry? Did he even get a wink of sleep? “You're up. Thought you'd sleep forever.” “Did you get any sleep?” I asked, my voice filled with concern. “How could I? You asked me to guard you.” Oh my God. He didn't sleep the whole night? “I–I'm so sorry. I wasn't in my right mind last night. I would've never–”

* Micheal nods, and leads his men away. *Archer's?* Annie calls returning her attention to the crowd. She gathers the archers and gives them their orders. Most are going to station themselves on the fire escapes of the tallest bulidings in the square. Most fire escape's drop down into the alley's between the building's, giving the archer's a unique area of coverage, it will mean their area of coverage will be smaller, but they may be able to catch some people by surprise.

Narrah turned to the small window as her thoughts wandered far. "Retrieve my bow and arrow. We will leave at nightfall" Narrah muttered softly. ****😔😔****

Our uneven breathing fills the room, which suddenly feels too small. Archer doesn't move for a long time, keeping me pressed against the mattress as his cock pulses inside of me. I can hardly believe what just happened. Archer finally moves off of me and his cock slides out of my abused hole, leaving me feeling so empty. And then he stands up and dresses, sliding on his shirt first and then his briefs and pants. Once he's dressed, he glances at me. "See you tomorrow night at my apartment."

He already knew what she was about to say. His eyes said it all: Don’t even think about it. She had been about to ask if she could stay the night. Before she could get the words out, Archer reached for her hand. “The weekend’s just two days away. We’ll come back then.” Rachel glanced at him and let out a small sigh. So soon, and he was already this possessive. “Alright,” she said. “James and I were planning to go back to the house this weekend anyway. Why don’t you both stay the night while we’re there?”

I chuffed at that and glanced at Beth to see her eyes phased out again. “They’re returning. Your friend, Archer too. From the eastern border,” she said, one hand encouraging me to go. I took off and ran as fast as I could without shifting. ‘Arch, can you hear me?’ I linked out into the universe on repeat hoping he could hear me. ‘Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty,’ he wisecracked. I was relieved he was in good enough shape to joke. ‘We’re almost to the center of the territory, I’ll shift in a minute…’ he added.

The early morning sun blasted through the insufficient windows of the dusty compound, suffocating Archer as he rose from his sleeping bag. The midnight shift change meant Archer could regain a few hours of sleep, but his thoughts tormented him. He had spent most of the night on the roof, watching the sparse tufts of grass quiver as the breeze passed over them. Not a movement in his sights. Archer had returned to his sleeping bag but was unable to fall into a slumber, instead, he resigned to the makeshift briefing room he had created to run over their mission plans.