#harchie

[honeyed-blossom]

✨new hobby unlocked

Harvey belongs to @pierrot-dokki

[ladyculebras]

i saw you put riverdale on ur fandom list for prompts for the spotify fic meme, so riverdale (dealers choice on ship) #17

This is Love - Air Traffic Controller || spotify fic meme

Forget everything you used to know I think you better tell your friends to go Stick around 'cause I'm about to show you The beginning is the end

you gave me free reign, so I hope Archie/Hiram vibes is okay. Set during Prisoners. 

Hiram cups his hand around Archie’s chin and tilts the boy’s head back, getting a good look at his wounded face. Bruised face, tender swollen skin around his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Blood dirtying his sincere face in dark red splotches. Jaw set in a hard, stubborn line. 

“You sure don’t know when to quit, do you?” He tells him.

Archie swallows, throat working, but doesn’t answer. He acquiesces to Hiram’s touch, two fingers on his chin, tilting his head back to survey the column of his throat, the veins jumping under his gaze. 

Archie lets himself be examined—he’s a good boy like that. 

Hiram opens his palm wide, the warm wide expanse of his hand covering Archie’s cheek. He presses a thumb to the bruising there, right above the smear of blood on his face. He watches the pain flash across Archie’s eyes, but he doesn’t flinch. He looks Hiram right in the eye. 

“I’m fine, sir,” he says, voice hoarse. He stands up straight, full height, towering over Hiram. How deferential Archie can be, even with inches of height over Hiram. 

“We should check your ribs,” Hiram says, perfunctory. He removes his hand to place his palm on the side of Archie’s sternum, feeling for bones under the threadbare shirt, stretched tight over his body, torn in places. He feels more than hears the aborted gasp Archie makes against his touch but still, he doesn’t flinch away from the pain. Hiram slowly drags his long fingers across Archie’s ribs, counting them one by one. Archie’s breath goes reedy the longer his touch lingers, but he does as he’s told. 

He tells Archie to go to his study for further care, a hand on his shoulder guiding him and urging him along. 

Veronica is waiting for him outside the door, arms folded across her chest. Her face softens for Archie, turning her into the picture of pure teenage Madonna innocence, but as Archie enters the study, Hiram lingers outside the door by his daughter. The look on her face twists, turns to cool rage as their eyes meet. 

“What are you doing to him?” She asks.  

Veronica is a storm of fury, gnashing teeth, her beautiful brown eyes locked in cold fury as they gaze at him. He can anticipate her line of questioning—how could you do this, how could you let this happen? She is still a little too young to understand what Archie and him are doing. To understand a young man who desperately needs to prove himself. 

See, Archie isn’t angry that he denied him the ramson. Archie understands.

He smiles at her, keeping his expression genial and beatific. “Nothing you wouldn’t do,” he tells her. 

I’m gonna take your boyfriend, Mija, he thinks, right out from under you. 

He closes the door in her face. 

[theultimatewildcard]

Hiram and Archie + The Knife Riverdale 2x15 // 2x22 // 3x09

[mountingpanicofit]

[itisa-profoundbond-sarandom]

#another match #it’s legal now

*this is a Harchie, very shipping post, if that wasn't clear enough. I ship it, hard*

[thejuicyfruits-moved]

delish comish from my wonderful friend @soljoe

[the-redemption-arch]

Win what?

— A boxing match. El Royale.

[alicecooperisbi]

Not to point fingers but Archie if the shoe fits