#archer starter

[autumnwritcs]

open: f/nb based: loosely on THIS connection: ex girlfriend, ended on bad terms.

Archer was lying in bed, for from resting as the orders were explicit, he was listening messages and replying to them. He was supposed to be just in observation at ER since it had been a minor accident, though due to his blindness and mostly his money, he was moved to a private room. However, last thing he felt like doing was sleeping, he had been on his way to an important meeting when the crash happened and the man needed to catch up. When he heard the knock on the door, Archer muttered a 'come in' imagining it was just a nurse checking on him. He hadn't been counting on hearing his ex's voice and it made him pause the message he was listening, taking the earphone off, he tilted his head. "Fuck's sake." He groaned. "One can't even be convalescing in peace. Why are are you even here?" He asked in hia thick British accent.

[archerthepotioneer-blog]

Shopkeeper’s Bell |Open F2F|

Another morning, just like any other. Archie was relieved to wake up in his bed, safe and ready to get back to work. As safe as a muggle-born in wizarding London could be, but he never let himself lose hope. He'd make it through another day, his clients would leave the shop happy with their new purchase, he'd tend to his plants at the back and return to his apartment upstairs to spend the evening with his grump of a cat, a good book and some nice, warm tea. He'd never been much of a people person after all, so why should it matter that he was too scared to go out there, or that everyone seemed to think he was a bit too odd and unsociable. He had his safe place, there was no need to interact with the rest of the world any more than he had to and so, with no one out there knowing much about him, he wouldn't have to worry about Death Eaters and Dark Lords and wars, at all. He didn't let it bother him too much that he'd forgotten when the last time he'd left his home, other than to buy supplies, was and he distracted himself tending to his plants. Hearing the bell that was hanging over the door, signaling someone had entered the shop, he rushed to clean the dirt and leaves off his hands “Welcome, good morning! I shall be right with you, just a moment!” he called out from the back.

[mxgicum]

Plot; Archer is at a bdsm club with his own submissive, and with his rep of being a wonderful dom, training new subs into the perfect little slave, your muse has sought him out, wanting to be trained by the best to be the best. open to males and females who are submissive. ddlg/ddlb welcome as well. 

"Oh, you think you are worth my time?” Archer raised his eyebrows, amusement shining in his eyes. To one, it would seem like he believes that he is being mean, and believed that the one in front of him was not worth his time. Truly though, he believed that the little one in front of him was a genuine prospect. He could see the training being very fun. “I have a very full schedule, why would I waste my time training someone like you? Who in a month will decide that this is just a phase?” 

[mxgicum]

open for submissive males { plot; it’s their year benchmark, and archer is revisiting their dom/sub contract }

Archer looked down at his copy of their agreement. “Any changes you’d like to make.” Every three months they revisited the agreement until they have reached a year together, then it was every year. “Anything you’d like to bring to the table this time?” Archer was a good dominant, if there was something his submissive wasnt happy, he wanted to make changes until his submissive was happy.

[axmonuni]

Archers been on a hell of an emotional roller coaster of a day, and at the end of everything, the only thing awaiting him was rage. Rage at himself, at the fae that attacked him, and, most importantly, at Julian, for forcing him into the lie he’d been living. So here he was, having let himself into Julian’s room, arms crossed against his chest, trying not to reach out for any of the spells he could use against the other, or for the knife he still kept on him habitually. He’d made sure the others roommate would be out, and had been waiting for a while, not wanting to return to his room, where there were still plenty of weapons hidden amongst his stuff. He waited until the door opened and Julian entered before he spoke, half snarling as he asked “Did. You. Know.” // @ourfaultysteps​

[axmonuni]

archer tag dump

[mxgicum]

plot; you two have just met at a party for submissives and dominants, and archer has taken an interest. males or females, but archer has been on a boy streak lately. submissives preferred. or maybe even a young looking dom that archer could take under his wing.

"So, did you come here alone, little one?” Archer inquired, looking the other up and down. The other didnt seem to be with anyone at the moment, but neither did Archer, and he came with two of his favorites. Danielle and Calloway were off socalizing with the others at the party, leaving Archer to mingle himself. Parties like this were often where his found new submissives.