#archy x reader

Pairing: Archy x Reader Fandom: RocknRolla Warnings: mentions of loss of a family member, language Apologies: @whirlybirbs @cyber-nya @missredherring @im-an-elf99 @kingsman-fam and to anyone who I forgot to tag. In fact, I’m sorry to everyone reading this. 

As this was your first full year with Archy, and your first Christmas together, you was more than excited. In fact, you started your present shopping in November. Archy had scolded you for doing it this early, and that “Christmas was silly, anyway.”

After a shopping trip solo one afternoon while your boyfriend was at work, you decided to stock up on the decorations. You picked up streamers, baubles, tinsel and some fairy lights for the tree that you also brought, making sure they all matched the theme colours of the living room. 

You never understood why Archy yelled at you when he came home to see all of the decorations up, two weeks before Christmas Day. Never had you ever seen him this irate about something so small, a Christmas tree. He demanded you take everything down, and so you did. The flat you lived in was left looking as least festive as possible, and that bothered you.

Standing with Archy’s arm draped around your shoulders in The Speeler with the rest of the Bunch, you noticed the lack of festivities here too. “So who’s still doing their Christmas shopping then?” you asked with a smile, that soon dropped when everyone went quiet. 

The only response you got was from One-Two, who shook his head. “We don’t bother with all of that, Y/N.” 

“Oh, so it isn’t just Arch’ who’s a Scrooge then, eh?” You said, giggling before everyone fell silent and Archy’s grip tightened on your shoulder and your smile dropped again, when you saw the rest of the Bunch cringe at your words. 

The rest of the night was awkward, small talk was plentiful, and even the most talkative ones of the Bunch were quiet, they were sombre. You didn’t understand, you couldn’t put your finger on why.

That was until Archy ordered for you to take a seat as soon as you got inside your shared flat. You did as you was told, and you could tell he was serious by his eyes. They were serious, sincere, solemn. “The reason why me an’ the Bunch don’t celebrate Christmas...” he railed off, looking away from you while he gained his composure. “Is because it’s the last time I saw my mum, before, y’know, everything happened.”

He hadn’t noticed he was crying until you pulled him into your arms. He hadn’t cried like this since that day, and he couldn’t stop himself. You just held him.

Every year on December 25th, he plays out in his mind the very last words his mum said to him.

“I know exactly what you want and how you want it.”

A phrase uttered by Archy many, many times,

You started noticing it when you went out for dinner regularly. He'd surprise you after work, picking you up in a car - driver and all - and take you to somewhere you've never even been. Or, he'd bring you to the 'usual' place when he knew you were in a mood for their curry. He could tell what you wanted sometimes as if he was a mind reader; in reality, he just knows what you like, and what you don't.

The phrase could also be applied in the way he noticed you were feeling, under the weather from whatever internal battles you were dealing with, and he simply wrapped you in a blanket and carried you to the bed without any comment, cuddling you in silence for the night.

But hearing this in the bedroom or over the phone was different. It meant that Archy was going to take control; he knew how you liked to be fucked - hell, he even knew when you wanted to have sex without even needing to open your mouth. 

You wanted Archy to eat you out? He'd be nudging your legs apart as you sat on the couch, surprised by the gentle touch of his hand behind your knee.

Wanted him to fuck you in the shower? He noticed the way you walked, and before you even opened your mouth to say anything, he was behind you, grabbing a handful of ass before you could even turn the water on. 

And there were the few times he uttered the phrase under his breath, mostly as he brushed the hair from your face as the two of you laid naked in bed. It'd go slowly, at first, the kisses soft but hungry; then he'd be whispering in your ear exactly what you expected, a hand snaking its way between your legs.

It was actually snowing on Christmas day. Not rain, nor sleet - actual fluffy snow.

Archie absolutely spoiled you to no end with the mountain of gifts under the tree, and it was just a lovely morning together, curled up on the couch. The remains of wrapping paper and bows littered the floor around you, warmth filling the room.

But halfway through one of the morning programmes, Archie left your side. You figured it was for another cup of coffee, or even to use the bathroom - but he was actually gone for a few minutes longer than expected.

You turned your head to shout down to the bedroom, but you see him walking up towards you, coats in hand.

“Arch’?” you blinked, confused. “D’you have to leave for work?”

“No, love,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He holds out your coat to you, a twinkle in his eye. “What kind of Christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

You clasped your hands together and hopped off the couch, slipping into your jacket as Archie held it out for you.

"You're absolutely right," you murmured as he kisses the top of your head.

The two of you scramble to put your boots on, Archie now in a pair of sweats instead of the silk pajamas he was wearing before. You tucked your own pajama pants into your boots, giggling as Archie slipped your beanie onto your head. You reached up on tiptoes to wrap a scarf around his neck, beaming.

Archie pulled you out the door into the falling snow, the large snowflakes dusting your hair as you spun around. It was a wonderful sight, true snowfall on Christmas day. 

As you looked around in wonder, Archie bent down to grab a handful of snow, packing it into a ball before throwing it at you. A warm chuckle rumbled in his chest as you squealed, caught off guard by the snow now trickling down your back. 

"Oi!" you laughed, bending down to return the favor. 

Archie shook his head, moving to scoop you up as soon as you went to throw the snowball. You dropped it immediately, in favor of cupping his face instead.

"That's not fair, Arch'," you pouted, shivering as a piece of melted snow ran down the center of your spine. 

NSFW under the cut! Enjoy some phone sex with Archie.

Archie was away on business for the better part of the month, working on negotiations for a building in London. (Why the negotiations couldn’t be held in London rather Lancaster, you had no idea. Something about making the deal go right -- though that didn’t work for the Irish deal...)

Despite it being a two and a half hour train ride, it didn’t make sense to come back to the house in London every night, no matter how hard you begged. You knew it was business, and Archie prided himself on doing the business right.

So, he called you every night, right at nine on the dot.

You sobbed into your hands as you hid in the bathroom, hoping that no one would find you there. 

All you wanted to do was walk right into Archie’s arms, but Lenny would have your head for that. Something about how a watchdog is only loyal to its owner, not its lover... but you knew he was wrong.

Even at your age, well into your mid-twenties, Lenny had forbidden you from dating. He went on about how you needed to focus on work, and that he could find you a good man if you were really interested in settling down.

A knock at the door caused you to jump and you hiccuped. Did your tears get to Lenny’s ears? 

Thankfully it was Archie who wandered in, a worried look on his face.

“I’ve been lookin’ all over for ye’, love,” he sighed, quickly locking the door behind him. “Don’ cry, okay?”

He quickly pulled you to his chest, smoothing your hair out as you tried to even your breathing. 

“We’ll figure it out, don’ y’worry. Lenny can’t control everythin’ like he says he can,” Archie cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Especially you. Jus’ because you’re ‘is niece, don’t mean he can control you.”

“But --” you started, feeling another wave of tears coming. The sleeves of your sweater were wet from wiping away tears, and Archie frowned deeply. He hated seeing you like this - you deserved nothing less than the world. If he could gift you the moon, he’d go for the stars, too.

You were Lenny’s niece, practically his daughter after your parents had died; Archie the stoic guard dog, loyal to the Lenny and job.