#the league of gentlemen oneshot

[mccall-muffin]

The Lady and the Major - Part 1/3 // John "Bucky" Egan x OC

Summary: Major Bucky Egan is on leave in London, and what else is there to do than to drink, sing, have a good time, and... of course, ladies. But then he meets Liz, a Lady of the Court, and Bucky is immediately entangled in her net.

Warnings: Language, teasing, use of alcohol - soldiers being soldiers

A/N: Okay, wow... I thought today: "Uh, I have an idea for a OneShot with Bucky Egan," and now I'm sitting here with a three-part story. Jeeeeeez... Uh, but what you gonna do. (I've only seen the first two Episodes of MotA as of now, but... I just love Callum)

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Tags: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softly-writes, @mads-weasley, @brassknucklespeirs, @softguarnere

(Sorry mates, you just have to be tagged ;))

The Ritz, London, 1943

The opulent bar of the Ritz in London, brimming with the raucous laughter and chatter of soldiers on leave. The air is thick with smoke, jazz music fills the background, and the atmosphere is charged with the night's excitement.

Major John "Bucky" Egan, surrounded by a rowdy group of fellow American soldiers, is the life of the party. His laughter is loudest, his stories the most captivating, and his gaze roams freely, appreciative of the scenery—particularly the women who add a touch of glamour to the smoky room.

Bucky, with a glass of whiskey in hand, leans back, surveying the room with a smug grin. "Gentlemen," he boasts, "London's no match for a Yank with charm. Watch and learn."

His eyes, however, catch a sight that stops him mid-sentence—a vision of elegance seated across the bar. Lady Elizabeth Cavendish, unbeknownst to him, sits alone, her posture the epitome of grace, a long, slender cigarette holder elegantly poised in her hand. The soft glow of the bar lights catches her blonde hair and the sparkle in her blue eyes, making her seem almost ethereal.

Bucky's usual confidence wavers for a moment, his friends noticing the sudden change. "Well, I'll be damned... Who's that?" Bucky mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

One of the British soldiers, a man who has seen his fair share of high society, leans over, a knowing look in his eyes. "That, Yank, is Lady Elizabeth Cavendish. The Duke of Wellington's daughter. I'd tread carefully if I were you. She's out of your league."

Bucky's grin returns, cockier than before. "Out of my league? Buddy, there's no league I can't play in. Watch me."

With a swagger in his step, Bucky makes his way over to Elizabeth, his comrades watching eagerly, some with admiration, others with skepticism, and some with knowing faces.

"Evening, miss. Can I say you light up this room brighter than the London Blitz," he says cockily, letting his charm play.

Elizabeth doesn't even glance up from her drink at first, taking a slow drag from her cigarette. When she finally turns her gaze towards him, it's with an air of amusement. "And can I say that's the most American pickup line I've ever heard?"

Bucky, undeterred, flashes a grin. "Major John Egan, at your service. But for you... You can call me Bucky. And you are?"

Elizabeth finally offers him a small, knowing smile. "Elizabeth Cavendish. And I'm quite aware of who you are, Major Egan. Your reputation precedes you."

Bucky, leaning against the bar closer to Liz, his confidence seemingly unshaken. "Is that so? And what have you heard?"

Liz, taking another slow drag from her cigarette, eyes Bucky with a mixture of interest and challenge. "Oh, just that you're quite the charmer. A real ladies' man. Or so you believe."

The air between them crackles with a mix of tension and intrigue. Bucky, for once, finds himself having to work to maintain his usual smug demeanor. "And what about you, Lady Elizabeth? Do you enjoy games?"

Liz's smile widens, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, Major, I don't just enjoy them. I excel at them. Care to play?"

The challenge hangs in the air, a silent dare that Bucky, despite the warnings and his better judgment, finds himself unable to resist. "You're on. Let the games begin."

As Bucky signals the bartender for another round of drinks, his fellow soldiers exchange glances, some shaking their heads, others betting amongst themselves on the outcome. What none of them realize is that in the game of seduction and wit, Liz is a master strategist, and Bucky might have just met his match.

Bucky leans closer, his confidence unwavering. "So, Liz, you don't mind me calling you Liz, right?" he starts, the smug smile never leaving his face, "I've flown some of the most dangerous missions over Germany, you know. But I must say, navigating this conversation with you feels like my most thrilling challenge yet."

Liz lets out a soft, amused laugh. "Major Egan, I've met many men who believe their war stories could sweep a girl off her feet. And maybe it actually does some. But it's going to take more than tales of aerial feats to impress me," she replies, her voice laced with a teasing sarcasm that only someone of her breeding and wit could perfect.

The night progresses, and with each drink, Bucky becomes more audacious, his hand finding its way to the small of Liz's back, a bold move that, in any other circumstance, would have guaranteed success. Liz, however, is not any woman he's encountered before. She plays along, leaning in as if captivated by his charm, her lips tantalizingly close to his, only to pull away at the last moment, leaving him wanting more.

Their conversation ebbs and flows, with Bucky regaling her with his exploits, each tale more daring than the last. Yet, Liz remains unimpressed, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement rather than awe. It's a dance they're both familiar with, but in this instance, Liz leads, her every move calculated to keep him on his toes.

As the night wears on, Liz finishes her drink, placing the glass delicately on the bar. She rises from her stool, the movement graceful and deliberate. "Well, Major, it has been... interesting," she says, her tone implying a myriad of things left unsaid.

Bucky, taken aback by her sudden desire to leave, scrambles to his feet. "Wait, Liz, why don't you stay for another drink? The night is still young, and I feel we've barely scratched the surface."

Liz turns to him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I'm afraid I have other engagements to attend to, Major. But I must thank you for the entertainment," she teases, her gaze piercing through him with a challenge that silently says she's not one to be easily conquered.

As she walks away, Bucky watches, a mix of frustration and fascination written across his face. For the first time, he's encountered a woman who not only matches his wit but exceeds it, leaving him in uncharted territory. Liz, with her aristocratic poise and undeniable charm, has turned the tables on him, making it clear that if he wishes to pursue her, he's in for a game unlike any he's played before.

Returning to his comrades, Bucky's expression is a mix of irritation and resolve, a stark contrast to the confident swagger he had before approaching Liz. The British soldiers, having observed the entire exchange, can't help but wear smirks of "told you so" on their faces.

"Well, Major, looks like the ice queen has claimed another victim," one of the Brits comments, clapping Bucky on the shoulder with a laugh that's both sympathetic and mocking.

Bucky, undeterred, shoots back, "This isn't over. Not by a long shot."

Another British soldier chimes in, swirling his drink, "Mate, many have tried to climb that mountain. From viscounts to earls, not a single one has reached the summit. Lady Cavendish is... well, she's a fortress."

"Yeah, heard she loves to make sport of men, seeing who can try and fail the most spectacularly," adds a third, his tone laced with a mix of admiration and warning.

One of Bucky's American friends, attempting to find a solution, suggests, "Did you pull the pilot card? Chicks love pilots." The suggestion hangs in the air until another British soldier, who had been quietly listening, interjects, "Her brother's Captain Edward Cavendish, Royal Air Force war hero. Your pilot card might as well be a library card."

The revelation doesn't dampen Bucky's spirits; if anything, it fuels his determination. His jaw sets firmly, the challenge now more personal than ever. "So, she's used to high-flyers, huh? Well, she hasn't met anyone like me. I'm not just any pilot; I'm Major Bucky Egan. And I don't give up that easily."

The group looks at him, a mix of skepticism and intrigue in their eyes. They know Bucky for his tenacity, his charm, and his unwillingness to back down from a challenge. But Lady Elizabeth Cavendish is not just any challenge—she's a high-stakes game that many have lost.

As the night winds down and the group disperses, Bucky's mind races with plans. He knows winning over someone like Lady Cavendish won't be easy, but he's always loved a challenge. The thought of her, with her piercing blue eyes and that untouchable aura, only makes him more determined. He's ready to prove that he's not like the others, that he's someone who stands out, even in a crowd of heroes.

The stage is set for a captivating game of wit, charm, and strategy. Bucky's resolve and Liz's cunning promise a tale of intrigue, where each move could either draw them closer or push them further apart.

In the soft morning light filtering through the hotel's dining room windows, Bucky and his fellow soldiers are halfway through their breakfast, the air filled with the light-hearted banter typical of men who've faced much together. The sudden approach of a concierge, bearing the unmistakable posture of formal importance, silences the table. With a discreet cough to announce his presence, the concierge presents a silver platter to Bucky.

Bucky, eyebrows raised in surprise, picks up the envelope resting on the platter. The envelope itself is a work of art, the calligraphy on the front flawlessly executed, hinting at the significance of its contents. His name, "Major John Egan, US Air Force," is inscribed with elegant flourishes that speak of a bygone era of meticulous attention to detail.

As he carefully opens the envelope, the anticipation among his comrades is palpable. They watch as Bucky's initial confusion shifts to an understanding smile, a silent acknowledgment of the ongoing saga that had captivated them since last night. He pulls out the invitation, and it reads:

Major John Egan,

It is with great pleasure that Arthur Cavendish, Duke of Wellington, and Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Wellington, extend to you an invitation to a gala being held at our family estate, Wellington House, on the evening of this day.

This event will assemble distinguished individuals from various sectors of British and Allied societies in a celebration of unity and resilience in these challenging times.

Date: This evening at 7 o'clock post meridiem

Dress Code: Formal (Black Tie)

Location: Wellington House, Kent

We anticipate the honor of your presence and look forward to an evening of meaningful exchanges and spirited fellowship.

Kindly present this invitation at the entrance.

Sincerely, The Duke of Wellington

Bucky's grin now spread wide across his face, confirms the unspoken thoughts of his table. "Looks like I've got plans this evening," he announces, his voice a mix of amusement and intrigue.

The soldiers around him, well aware of the story behind the invitation, erupt into a mix of cheers and playful jeers. Bucky's encounter with Lady Elizabeth Cavendish, a tale that had quickly become legendary among them, was evidently far from over. This invitation was not just a call to a social event; it was the next chapter in a story that promised to be as unpredictable as it was entertaining.

As the concierge departs, Bucky's mind races with possibilities. The gala at Wellington House was not just an opportunity to step into the world of British aristocracy; it was a chance to see Liz again, to engage in their game of wits and charm. With a sense of adventure stirring in his heart, he knew one thing for sure: the evening promised to be unforgettable.

House Wellington, Kent, 1943

As Bucky steps into the grandeur of the Wellington estate, the opulence of the gala immediately envelops him. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes mingling with the faint aroma of quality tobacco. The chatter of the high society fills the room, a mixture of refined British accents and the occasional foreign dialect. Bucky, in his crisply pressed formal uniform, stands out—not just for his attire but also for the aura of confidence he carries with him, an unmistakable mark of a man not easily intimidated.

He navigates through the crowd, champagne flute in hand, his eyes scanning the room until they find what they've been searching for: Liz. She's a vision in her gown, embodying the grace and elegance of her status, yet with a glimmer in her eye that hints at her spirited nature. As he approaches, he can't help but admire the way she holds herself, the center of attention yet seemingly uninterested in the adoration she commands.

"Seems like I can't go anywhere without you showing up to steal the spotlight," Bucky teases, offering her a playful smirk as he closes the distance between them.

Liz turns to face him fully, her expression one of amused defiance. "Oh, Major Egan, I was under the impression that an officer of your caliber would know how to read a simple dress code," she retorts, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she gives him a once-over. "But I suppose we can't all have the luxury of choice in our evening attire, can we?"

Bucky chuckles, unphased by her jab. "Well, Lady Cavendish, it seems I'm at a disadvantage here. While you dazzle the room in that stunning dress, I'm stuck in this old thing," he says, gesturing to his uniform with a mock sigh. "But let's be honest, we both know I could show up in a burlap sack, and you'd still find it hard to keep your eyes off me."

The air between them crackles with the tension of their banter, a dance they've both come to enjoy. Liz takes a slow drag from her cigarette, held elegantly in a long holder. "Confident, aren't we? Just don't let that confidence get you into trouble, Major. This isn't the front line, and the battles here are fought differently," she says, blowing out a stream of smoke, her gaze locked with his.

"Then consider me armed and dangerous," Bucky replies with a grin, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I'll admit, this is one battlefield I'm looking forward to navigating, especially if it means crossing swords with you, Lady Cavendish."

Their exchange, filled with the playful yet pointed jabs of two individuals equally matched in intellect and charm, sets the tone for the evening. Around them, the gala continues in its whirl of music, laughter, and conversation, but for Bucky and Liz, the rest of the world fades into the background. They are each other's focal point, engaged in a game where the stakes are undefined but unmistakably high, each moment building on the tension and attraction that simmers just below the surface.

As Bucky and Liz continue their verbal dance, the arrival of a British Captain momentarily shifts the atmosphere. The Captain's demeanor is one of polite curiosity mixed with the protective scrutiny of a brother. When he inquires about Bucky, there's a brief tension, a moment where the social games of the evening meet the reality of wartime alliances and personal connections.

Bucky, with the straightforwardness that military life has ingrained in him, extends a hand. "Major John Egan, US Air Force," he introduces himself with a respectful nod, recognizing the familial resemblance in the Captain's features.

Edward's expression warms slightly at the mention of Bucky's service. "Ah, a fellow pilot then. And where might you be stationed, Major Egan?" he asks, a hint of camaraderie entering his voice upon learning of their shared skies.

"With the 100th Bomber Group," Bucky responds, his answer earning a nod of respect from Edward. The reputation of Bucky's outfit precedes him, known even among the British ranks for their bravery and contributions to the war effort.

The conversation takes a turn when Edward's attention shifts towards his sister, curiosity piqued. "And how did you two come to meet?" he inquires, his gaze bouncing between Liz and Bucky, searching for a glimpse into his sister's enigmatic social life.

Bucky opens his mouth to answer, perhaps a little too eagerly, ready to dive into the tale of their first encounter. However, Liz, ever the master of her own narrative, interjects with a grace that belies the quick thinking behind her words. "We met at a charity event just last week," she states, her voice carrying a tone of casual innocence. "Major Egan was kind enough to share some fascinating insights into his experiences in the war so far. It's not every day we have the honor of hearing such stories firsthand."

Edward's expression softens, a mix of brotherly concern and pride evident in his gaze as he looks at Liz. It's clear he's unaware of the full extent of his sister's adventurous spirit and her propensity for finding herself in the company of intriguing characters. "Well, I'm glad to hear our allies are not just brave but also charitable. It's important, especially in times like these, to remember what we're fighting for," he comments, directing a respectful nod towards Bucky.

The moment passes, and Edward excuses himself to greet other guests, leaving Bucky and Liz alone once again. Bucky raises an eyebrow at Liz, impressed by her quick thinking and ability to weave a story that protects her reputation while not entirely dismissing their actual encounter. "A charity event, huh? You're quite the storyteller, Lady Cavendish," he teases, the corners of his mouth turning up in an amused smile.

Liz, taking a delicate sip of her champagne, meets his gaze with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "One must always be prepared to tell the story that needs to be heard, Major Egan. Besides, I couldn't possibly let you ruin all my fun with the truth, now could I?" she replies, her tone playful yet laced with the underlying thrill of their shared secret.

Their exchange, now even more charged with the thrill of their clandestine understanding, continues to weave a complex tapestry of attraction and intrigue, each moment adding to the layers of their unfolding story.

Next Part

#Masters of the Air #MoaT #John Egan x OC #Bucky Egan x OC #John Egan x reader #Bucky Egan x reader #John Bucky Egan #BoB #Callum Turner #Sorry not sorry

[moriartyluver]

Pookieee can I request a fluff/comedic one shot where the Moriartys and reader (who is William’s wife and a noble) are at a party and she gets really drunk and while she’s drunk talking with Albert and Louis she sees William from far away, completely forgets that she’s married to him or that she even knows him and starts talking about how pretty, soft looking and drop-dead gorgeous he looks and then Albert teases her and tells her that he already has wife and she starts mumbling about how she would be a better wife for him and how his wife probably sucks and things like that

And then William finding out hehe

A/N: thank you for your request! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get to this but I hope I can do it justice. Also this was super fun to write so I hope you like it!!

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Genre: fluff/comedy

Prompt: ^^

Format: oneshot

Warnings: a bit historically inaccurate sorry, reader is William’s wife + noblewoman, mentions of getting drunk, alcoholism etc.

IN HIGH SOCIETY there were two types of parties one would’ve expected to attend. The first would be the formal balls for social celebrations such as engagements or holidays. The second would be the type typically hosted by the younger members of the upper class and getting absolutely wasted there was not a surprise at all.

Today’s party was the second type. Of course, it wasn’t like the college parties that would be attended in a man’s youth. People here were still dignified, just rather tipsy. And you, we’re the most tipsy of them all.

Everyone was in high spirits so nobody cared too much for how ridiculously drunk they got and you were one of these people.

“Woah..who is that fine gentlemen?” You hicupped as you stood to the side whilst drinking with Albert who only encouraged your odd drinking habit that night. Louis was by your side to make sure you didn’t pass out or doing anything stupid, per your sober self’s request. Your eyes were a bit tired and everything was spiny and blurry but fun all the same and you had spotted the most beautiful individual you ever could have seen.

Louis looked at you with concern. We’re you checking another man out? Surely you’d had too much to drink and he didn’t want you doing anything he knew that you would regret.

Albert had spotted the blond man you were talking about. He was over to the side, looking completely sober whilst talking to a young man who he had assumed was one of his former students based on the way they were interacting despite being so close in age.

“The smiling blond one with red eyes?” Albert asked you. You nodded drowsily.

You fixated your eyes on him. If only you could get a closer look at him. Louis sighed a sigh of relief. You weren’t unfaithful but instead so infatuated with your husband that you somehow had forgotten you were married to him and acting as if he were out of your league.

“Isn’t he gorgeous?” You said aloud. “The way he looks sooo elegant and his hair is so pretty and yellow..it looks like butter.”

To your previous comment, Albert let out a chuckle as he sipped his wine. Your slurred attempt at being poetic was clearly not on part with your sober one.

“I wanna eat him-“

“BAHAHSGD” Albert laughed as he choked on his wine. Louis patted his back as Albert thanked him.

“Berty, do you know that elegant, pretty, beautiful, attractive man?” You asked, your eyelids droopy as if you were about to fall asleep

“Why? Would you like me to set you up with him?” Your brother in law asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.

You nodded again “Even speaking to him would be a treat. I can barely hear him right now but even then he sounds so heavenly. He’s..he’s like a..I don’t know but he’s so pretty and soft looking but he still is attractive in other respects allll the saaame”

Louis handed you a glass of water in an attempt to keep you at least half awake. Maybe you could sober up and not pass out whilst simping for his big brother.

“Oh, but (name), didn’t you know?” Albert teased

“What? Is he a murderer or something? That’s fine I don’t really care..he’s pretty and I can accept him for how he is-“

“No, he’s married.” Albert smiled whilst he watched you gushing expression shift to one of shock.

“hUH?!" you exclaim in your drunken state whilst Albert laughs harder. “I bet his wife isn’t all that good. She’s probably ugly and mean and stupid. I could do wayyy better.”

“From what I know, she’s actually incredibly intelligent and kindhearted,” Albert said as you fell to your knees while Louis tried to comfort you.

“Brother are you trying to destroy her spirits?” Louis frowned. Albert laughed again and whispered a half hearted apology.

“Yeah but I’m probably still prettier..!” You exclaimed in a sad attempt to defend yourself.

“Oh no..That gentleman always speaks of how beautiful his wife is. Every time he sees her his eyes go all lovesick. I’ve never seen a couple more in love” He said with a menacing glint in his emerald eyes.

You continued to sob on the marble floors, mascara dripping down your cheeks as Louis held out a napkin to you.

“Damn that wife..she’s ruining her chances. I’m gonna find her and give her a piece of my..myyy mindd-“ you stood up to go find this imaginary wife then immediately passed out from exhaustion. Thankfully your brother in laws caught you, Albert was amused whilst Louis was concerned for your health.

“Lightweight~” Albert sang as he helped your drooping body up.

The following morning, you awoke in your bed with a painful headache. You remembered the party last night but nothing past your mini drinking game with Albert. You turned to your side and saw the bed sheets on William’s side were messy. For a moment you worried that you somehow took someone else home. Until the door swung open.

From the other end of the room was William, holding a glass of water with a smile on his face.

“Good morning, my love.” He smiled, trying not to laugh as he recalled what Albert and Louis had told him the night before.

Despite being such a composed man, after placing the water on your nightstand and looking at your confused face, he burst out laughing. You repeatedly asked him why he was laughing until he finally explained what had happened last night. Pieces of your memories from that evening had started connecting until you finally understand and fell back on your bed in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry..I must’ve been rather intoxicated.” You said as you hid your face in your hands while William sat on the side of your bed.

He shook his head “I found it quite endearing…but what on earth did you mean when you said you wanted to eat me..?”

You looked at him stunned for a moment.

“Albert!!” You yelled whilst the man in question was laughing as he poured another glass of wine for himself.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuumori x reader

[miss-flawrance]

I have a new League of Gentlemen oneshot book on Wattpad if you would like to check it out!!

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[imagine-a-dream]

They call me devil and you should be afraid.

summary: You owe Joseph Lisgoe money and he comes to collect your dept. This leads to some revelations and things get heated between the two of you. warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, smut, rough sex, degrading, strong language, light choking i guess? requested by: anon and @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 2071A/N: I'm very sorry for such a long absence, my mental health is a rollercoaster sometimes, but i'm back(ish?) on the track, so yay :) It's my first ever time writing smut (bc I got carried away a little lol), so please be gentle with me hehe 😅 Hope you like it! comments and corrections are very welcomed!

You huffed in annoyance. Who the hell was banging at your door at 7 a.m on a Saturday morning? You’ve reached the door and opened it in one swift motion, ready to yell at whatever scumbag that dared to destroy your very earned day off, but found yourself frozen in place. You were not expecting to see his face today, it was too early.

“Lisgoe?” You stuttered in shock, “What the hell are you doing here?”

His head was bowed, but he slowly raised it at the sound of your voice, with a keen gaze from under his eyebrows. His cold blue eyes bore into yours, hungry, and threatening, he looked at you like a lion ready to eat his prey. It sent shivers down your spine against your will. But was it entirely out of fear?

“You owe me money, remember?”

“Of course I remember. I thought your goons would come and…”

“And you can sweet talk your way out of your fucking debt again?” He invited himself in, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud. You met his icy blue eyes and it took all of your strength to not look away.

“These fucking mewling wankers may be charmed by you but believe me, I’m not that fucking stupid. If you don’t give me my fucking money, I will destroy you, you stupid cunt!”

The volume of his voice was rising by the second; with every word he took a step forward, coming at you to finally trap you against the wall, placing his hands on the wall on each side of your face.

In the dim light of your corridor his eyes almost look white, shining with anger and something else you can’t quite place. He’s breathing heavily, his face in the mere inches from yours and it takes all your will to not close the distance. You can smell the coffee on his breath, it tickles your nostrils and lips. Sharp, astringent smell of his cheap Cologne is intoxicating, it mixes with the smell of an aftershave and something that you can only describe as his scent. It makes you lightheaded, almost drunk on the combination of smells. Heck, it's been a while...

You’re sure you should not be turned on by a dangerous criminal screaming at your face, yet here you are, trembling under the heat of his body. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes again, you can’t even try to look frightened, not when his anger is turning you on.

You can’t help but let out a breathy chuckle.

“Oh, please, Jo. I have known you for five years now, if you wanted to destroy me, you would already.” And sadly not in the way you want him to.

You push his hand away and start to head towards the kitchen when a pair of strong hands are painfully gripping your shoulders abruptly. He pulls you back to him and slams your front into the wall, one of his palms resting on the back of your neck, his body pressing you further into the cold painted brick.

“Don’t play with the fire, kitten.” He growled lowly.

“Ohh, such a big bad wolf you are,” You huffed sarcastically. “No, sweetie, we both know you only bark but don’t bite.”

You knew that teasing him was not a good idea. Fuck, it was the stupidest idea ever, really, but you just couldn’t help it. “Maybe you have a soft spot for me” You mused and tried to writhe out of his grip, but only ended up pressing your bottom into his crotch.

You’ve heard a breath caught in his throat and froze, bewildered. His grip on your shoulder and neck loosens a bit, but you make no move to free yourself. Then you felt something poking at your left cheek, what is th… oh. Oh.

The realization hit you like a truck.

You smile wickedly into the wall and press your ass further into him, that move earns you a soft quiet moan and you suppress a victorious chuckle. So he does like your games after all.

“Sweetie, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” You’re amused and he sure as hell can hear it.

By the way he opens his mouth against your ear, it’s obvious he wanted to say something, probably threatening or witty or both, but you can’t have it, not when you almost have him wrapped around your little finger. You move your rear against his clothed member again, harder this time, and he lets out a choked breath; he lets go of your neck and settles his hands on your waist, you feel him leaning closer, his erection pressing harder in your butt.

“Shut up…” He finally all but growls into your ear and turns you around to face him. You can’t help the smile breaking your face.

His cheeks are flushed, his pupils blew wild and you can see the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead. His breaths uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips are parted slightly, but you think it’s enough for your tongue to slip into his mouth.

He beats you to it and crushes his lips to yours in a heated kiss. It’s sloppy, and your teeth are cluttering, but you never want it to end. His hands are wandering around, squeezing and groping at every part of your body he can get.

You’re throbbing under his touches and the smug look on his face telling you that he knows it. He knows exactly what effect he has on you. He unclasps your robe and all but rips it off you. He breaks into a crooked smile, clearly enjoying the view.

“On the floor. Face down.” He orders you in low husks, and you’re almost disgusted with how fast you obey him.

He is behind you in no time. Jo spreads your legs with his knee, and you hear him unzip his fly. Rough hands grab a handful of your ass, squeezing your cheeks painfully. You writhed under him and he chuckled darkly.

“Look at you, all spread out for me like a bloody whore.” He gives your bottom a slap and you let out a soft desperate whine. He laughs at you and you feel his hot wet tip at your entrance, teasing you slowly. He grabs a fistful of your hair and commands, “Beg.”

“Please…”

“Please what? Use your fucking mouth, tell the big bad wolf what you fucking want.” His voice is dripping with lust, his hold on your hair tightening.

You all but sob as fingers of his free hand are tracing lightly around your entrance, teasing you. “Please, Joseph… Fuck me!”

He lays on top of you, holding you down with his weight. His cock is hot against your bare ass, his clothed chest solid against your back, making you shiver with anticipation. Without as much as a warning he enters you with one brutal thrust. You let out a loud cry at a slight burn, but he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, immediately setting a quick pace and slamming into you.

Slight discomfort quickly turns into a white hot pleasure. You moan shamelessly and loudly, not giving a single fuck if your neighbors can hear you being fucked. Your head is empty, you’re completely dissolving in the feelings of Jo’s hands on your body, his cock inside of you, his little grunts and whimpers of pleasure.

His hot breath tickles the hairs at the back of your neck, sending shivers through you, his balls slapping against your ass. You sigh and huff quietly under him, not being able to leave any sound, only tightening around his member with every thrust. One of his hands wraps around your throat and gives it a little squeeze. You openly gasp and buck your hips into him. You feel Joseph smirk into your neck, clearly satisfied with your reaction, but you can’t do anything but give in to the sensation.

He takes you rough and fast, hammering into your wetness. The roughness of the carpet causes burns on your cheek and stomach with every thrust, your hands clinging to the fibers for dear life; you feel the coldness of the zipper scratching against your thigh and it sends a jolt of slight pain through you with every slam of his hips. You’re ashamed to admit, even to yourself, that you enjoy it, you like the burning of freshly forming bruises, the heaviness of his body fucking you into the floor.

His touch is rough and harsh, nails scraping at your flesh, leaving red trails on your neck and ass, and you gasp at the sudden pain. He doesn't care for you enough to be gentle, or maybe he likes the pain he's causing you. Your body feels hot, feverish, under his touch; you feel like every inch of your skin is burning where his skin is making contact with you, maybe it’s the fire of hell nipping at your very soul through his hands, because it feels like a sin to want this man so badly while he is already balls deep inside of you; to give in to him and be completely at his mercy.

He’s pounding into you at a rapid pace. The veins of his member rubbing your walls inside of you and the fibers of the carpet make just enough friction to leave you breathless in less than five minutes. You feel your orgasm building fast. Your body starts to tremble, muscles clenching around his cock, milking him. Joseph feels it too, you feel his grip tightening around you neck and he’s hissing into your ear something that sounds like “fuck” and “yes”, over and over, in a hectic whisper. His thrusts become more sloppy, but he doesn’t slow down his movements.

The pleasure is spreading through your body rapidly, consuming you under its waves like a liquid lava, burning your every nerve. The coil in your belly finally snaps and a broken wail rips its way out of your throat, and it’s all you could do to not scream from the intensity of your orgasm. It takes a few more harsh thrusts for Jo to come. He stills at once and lets out a strangled groan in your ear, shooting his load deep inside of your wrecked hole.

He collapses on you, crushing you down to the floor; the weight of his body makes it even harder to breathe properly, but you’re not going to complaint, not when this man gave you the best fuck you've had in many years. After a few minutes he rolls off next to you, you mewl when he slips out of you. You both try to catch a breath for what feels like hours.

Finally, you turn your head to see him smiling from ear to ear with his eyes closed. You’re surprised to see his face so… genuine and even relaxed. You realize you’ve never seen him smile, you love it.

“I love you.” You hoarse suddenly without even thinking and it caught you by surprise. You never meant to tell him that. You’re sure that after this ridiculous statement he’ll stand up, laugh at you and your stupid feelings, say something cruel and walk away with your money like nothing happened. But you are wrong.

“I love you too.” He breathes out without as much as a glance at you.

You can't help the gasp to escape your throat. You remained silent for a few moments, trying to process his words. Joseph Lisgoe, ruthless and violent debt collector of Royston Vasey, the most feared man in town, had just told you that he loved you after fucking you on the floor of your own house.

“What?” You whisper, convincing yourself that it was just a hallucination. He couldn’t say that, could he? It's been five long years since you met him for the first time. Five years filled with desire, longing, fear and almost hatred. Or so you both thought.

He locks eyes with you, smile turning into an annoyed frown.

“I love you, you fucking cunt. Are you deaf suddenly?”

You can’t help the breathy laugh escaping you at his crude confession. Who would have thought that the devil has a heart after all.

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

have you seen the league of extraordinary gentlemen cause there's much x reader oneshots requests or x reader stories about the characters!

My favorite character was the invisible gentleman thief: Rodney Skinner ❤

I have not unfortunately, I’ll have to add it to my ever growing list. Thank you for the suggestion, I do quite love fandoms that have a lot of activity.

I’ll also do my best to keep an eye out for your dear Rodney~

#write-it-motherfuckers #mod speaks #ask #asks #askbox #ask box #inbox #answer #answers #reply #response #suggestion

[morallygreyprompts]

I'm sorry... It's your icon Jack of Blades?? And did I hear correctly that you write for LXG???

Honestly, my profile pic was just a cool mask picture I found online. I have no idea where it’s from or who owns it - certainly not me though. I’ve been meaning to change it tbh, but I just never got around to it. I never expected this blog to get so bis either, so I do feel kinda bad about using the pic tbh. By ‘write for LXG’, I mean I OBSESS over The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen more than any other fandom, make most of my friends endure my rants, I even got a few of them into the fandom. I wrote a 180k word fanfic for the movie here, if the link works. I admit I prefer the movie to the comic, mainly cos the comic can be real icky which isn’t my cup of tea (If you know, you know). I add 2 chapters to that story every day, it’s all prewritten btw. I’m also planning a sequel to that fic and have also written a few Skina Oneshots (Skinner x Mina), I could write so much about why but I’ll save everyone else from my fangirling, I can be scary XD. The oneshots are on Fanfic.com, but I was also meaning to move them onto Ao3 too. I might do that tomorrow ^^’ Uh, yeah, I tried to control my fangirling, idk if It worked or not. But it warms my heart seeing people interested in the fandom. It’s a lonely place XD

[imagine-a-dream]

Simple and true.

Judee Levinson x reader

summary: You work for Judee Levinson and with time developed a crush on her. One day you can't take it anymore and confess your feelings. Warnings: a bit of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 1228 A/N: I'm so sorry for such a long delay, but I hope you like it! She looked marvelous today, truly. Not that any other day she looked different, to your eyes she always looked like a goddess. You were positive that Aphrodite herself would be jealous of this woman’s beauty if only they met. But this hell of a town could withstand one celestial being at a time, so you were blessed with one and only Judee Levinson’s presence.

It was silly how much attention she could draw to herself even without trying to. You were captivated, absolutely enamored by her, and it felt so foolish yet so right that your heart skipped a bit every time she so much as looked your way, you haven’t had it in you to fight these feelings. And if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to.

In Royston Vasey there weren't many opportunities, so to have a somewhat decent and paid job was a huge luck. So when the new (and to be honest the only one in the whole town) massage salon opened its doors a few months ago, naturally, you were first in line. Being unemployed for a few months (and going crazy from the local restart officer and her antics) you were willing to do any work. What you didn’t plan when applying for this job is to develop a massive crush on its owner and your boss Judee Levinson.

And now you were sitting at the register table, gazing lovingly at the woman of your dreams when you were supposed to file the documents of your clients. Her face seemed like it was glowing from the inside, making her look angelic in the bright light of the sun and lamps. Your gaze trailed slowly over it, taking in the sight.

From her blond locks that were shining in the rays of the sun, to her long eyelashes that were trembling with every flick of her attentive eyes. They could be so cold and calculating, many people have thought that Judee Levinson was a stone-cold bitch, a businesswoman that only ever cared about money. But you knew her better than that. When you were sitting in the comfort of your house, watching an old sap movie, drinking, and laughing, her eyes were glimmering with joy and mischief, with a touch of longing and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

Her icy blue turned into a bright and warm shade of ocean waves under the summer sun when she laughed at one of your jokes. You were one of the only ones, save for her late husband, who had the privilege to see her like this: soft and happy, smiling brightly and freely.

She had quite an infectious smile… Your eyes landed on her plump lips that were painted with soft peachy color. You watched as her tongue flicked quickly, wetting her lower lips only for her teeth to bite into it right after. You gulped at the thought of capturing it between your own teeth… interesting, what kind of sound would she make?

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by their now rightful owner. All of a sudden Judee turned to you and your eyes locked. Your heart started to beat faster and you felt your face grow hot from the embarrassment that she caught you in the act. She looked at you quizzically and tilted her head a bit.

“Is there something on my face?” You only shook your head ‘no’, not being able to talk. “Why are you staring at me then, is my lipstick molded again?” She asked and turned back to her desk looking for a mirror.

“Bugger, I knew I should’ve not bought it, never tried this company before...”

“No, Judee, you look perfect, as always.” That seemingly caught her off guard as she stopped all movements and quickly turned her head to you, “Oh… Why, thanks, luv! At least someone apreccia...”

“I love you.”

Fuck… You froze when realization of the meaning of your words hit you. Your heart fell into your stomach at the horror of the situation. FUCK! Why the hell have you just blurted it out loud in the light of the day? With no reason or preparation before it at all.

You watched as if in slow motion how Judee’s face stretched out in complete shock and her mouth fell agape, forming a perfect ‘O’. She sucked in a breath and you felt the world crumbles around you, expecting and dreading the next words of pity from your boss, that was sure to come after this stupid totally unwanted confession. In a panic you tried to form at least somewhat believable excuse, but to your rescue (or more like a delayed execution) the main door opened and an old man entered your salon.

You breathed out feeling dizzy and nauseous from quickly approaching anxiety. You couldn’t register your surroundings for about 10 minutes until your boss quietly came out of the room where Charlie was doing her job. The moment she stands before you, clearly to break your heart with rejection, you find an excuse to run away from her, and your feelings as well.

You did it for the rest of the day, busying yourself with doing things that weren’t even your responsibility to do, if only not to face the painful truth, or so you thought. At the end of the shift you barely registered Charlie’s goodbye, and were ready to sprint to the safe darkness of your home to cry yourself to sleep after the tremendous humiliation that your bloody mouth caused you, but were stopped by a tenacious hand clutching your forearm.

“And where’d you think you’re going?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and felt your soul leaving your body. Fucking hell… No. You couldn’t face this, not her, not rejection. You dreaded the pity in her eyes. You took a deep breath and turned around, ready to blubber some apologies, but were stopped by Judee’s point finger on your mouth.

“Before you say anything let me ask you and please be honest, did you mean what you said? About your feelings for me.” She removed her finger and stood still, waiting.

Your first instinct was to lie, you felt like a child that was busted for breaking mom’s favourite cup. But when you lifted your eyes to look at Judee's face, you saw only uncertainty and anxiety that were matching your own.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Simple and true. There’s no point in hiding now.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands, jumping a little. The sour look on her face turned into one of joy and you would even dare to say happiness. She smiled widely and took your hands gently into hers.

“I was sure it was all my imagination again. I’m so relieved to hear that! I, too, have… feelings for you. Please, don’t be too harsh. I can’t say it out loud just yet!”

You only smiled through tears and gave her hands a little reassuring squeeze.

“I understand.” You don’t know how long you were standing there in the dim light of buzzing lamps, just admiring each other and smiling softly.

“Shall we go, dear? I know a very good restaurant nearby, we should celebrate!” Judee asked finally. You only giggled and gave her a nod. It was so much like Judee Levinson to celebrate love.

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#i want to thank @walkingaline for being so kind and amazing and giving me the strength to sit and write finally #judee levinson #Judee Levinson imagine #Judee Levinson oneshot #Judee Levinson x reader #tlog x reader #tlog imagine #tlog oneshot #the league of gentlemen oneshot #the league of gentlemen imagine #the league of gentlemen x reader #gender neutral reader #reece shearsmith

[imagine-a-dream]

The league of Gentlemen masterlist

* - means I can write romance for this character ** - means I can write smut/nsfw things

General

Coming soon...

Benjamin Denton **

~Imagines~

Benjamin coming to you to escape from his aunt and uncle

~Oneshots~

«Our little secret» 18+

The Dentons are gone for the day and Benjamin invites you over to keep him company.

Geoff Tipps **

~Headcanons~

Dating Geoff

Joseph Lisgoe **

~Oneshots~

«They call me devil and you should be afraid» 18+

You owe Joseph Lisgoe money and he comes to collect your dept.

Judee Levinson **

~Headcanons~

Judee has a crush on you

~Oneshot~

«Simple and true»

You work for Judee Levinson and one day you can't help but confess your feelings.

Matthew Chinnery *

~Imagines~

Comforting Chinnery after another accident at the vet clinic

Ollie Plimsolls **

~Headcanons~

Dating Ollie

~Oneshot~

«Hardest of hearts» 18+

You are the new member of Legz Akimbo and Ollie is rude to you.

Pauline Campbell-Jones **

Coming soon...

Richy *

~Headcanons~

Dating Rich

Ross Gains **

~Headcanons~

Dating Ross

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#tlog x reader #tlog oneshot #tlog imagine #the league of gentlemen x reader #the league of gentlemen imagine #the league of gentlemen #Reece Shearsmith #Steve Pemberton #gender neutral reader #plus size reader

[imagine-a-dream]

Our little secret

Benjamin Denton x reader

summary: The Dentons finally feel comfortable leaving Benjamin home alone and out of the town, he doesn't waste this opportunity and invites you over to keep him company. warnings: light smut? requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox. word count: 792a/n: I've changed it a bit, hope you like it, love!

Today Dentons decided to go for a little trip to the nearest big town with their precious daughters, finally Benjamin’s auntie and uncle trusted him enough to let him a little bit of freedom, even if just for a few hours. The same minute they were out of Benjamin's view, he called for you to come to keep him company. (Or as he choose to phrase it, “to keep him sane”)

An hour later, you were sitting in his relative's house, looking around in wonder. You’ve never seen a house this clean in your life. The kitchen looked almost sterile, with every item in its place. Benjamin tried to be as careful as possible with cleaning the cups after you drank your tea. The poor man looked almost frightened to leave any evidence of using them, his sponge scrubbing furiously at the same spot over and over.

"Are they this much of a neat freak?" You chuckle humorously, thinking he’s overreacting a bit, but the look on your boyfriend’s face speaks louder than words.

"Wow!" You whistled lowly.

After almost three hours, you were starting to get a bit concerned with all this "don’t sit there" and "don’t touch this" and since you hadn’t seen your man for so long, it was hard to keep your hands to yourself. But he seemed a bit distant the whole evening, sharing only a couple of chaste kisses. You started to think he took a vow of celibacy at some point, but you respected him and did not initiate anything intimate if he had no desire for it.

So you sat and talked, until you found yourself captivated. You gazed at him lovingly. He ruffled his hair cutely, and you couldn’t help but feel the urge to give him a quick peck. You leaned in, but he turned away, and you missed his cheek, and instead your lips lended right under his jawline. He froze, like a deer caught in the headlights, and visibly gulped.

You giggled and tried to give him a kiss again, now aiming for his lips. Ben returned the kiss hesitantly, moving his plump lips in sync with yours. What started as a simple little peck turned into a heated make-out session very quickly. Suddenly, he pulled away from you as far as possible, raising his hand to stop you.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breath and increase his heart rate. You can’t. They could come back at any moment now. They’ll kill him. Maybe literally this time.

Your brows were knitted together in worry, eyes searching Benjamin’s features for any sign of pain or disgust. Does he not love you anymore? His eyes snapped open and you found them filled with… desire? You are beyond confused now.

He took a long, shuddering breath, running his shaking fingers through his hair nervously, "We can’t! Not here. Auntie Val and Uncle Harvey will be here any moment."

The room went quiet for a few minutes. You desperately tried to understand the man you loved and could barely recognize anymore, while he was putting all of his strength into not jumping on you just then and there.

You came to a realization of the dynamics in the family, and it all made sense now. What prudes they were. You’ve reached for him, but he all but jumped from his chair and turned away from you, facing the sink. He muttered something incoherently and ran his hand over his face. You stood up calmly and approached him slowly. Your hands snaked around him, hugging him from behind.

"You know that you can tell me to stop at any moment, right? And I will." He only nodded, not trusting his voice. "Do you want me to stop, sweetie?" You asked. He stood there silent for a minute and shook his head aggressively.

You leaned against his ear, your lips lightly brushing his shell, and whispered, "It will be our little secret..."

He gasped loudly.

As you left a trail of wet kisses along his neck, your hand slowly slid to his crotch and cupped his clothed member. He screwed his eyelids shut and bit his lower lip to suppress a moan.

Slowly, you started to stroke him through his trousers, and his body writhed under your touch, shuddering. He left a low groan. His slim fingers were gripping the table so tightly that his fingertips turned white. You felt ecstatic to have him like this, submissive, out of breath, a moaning mess, and all just because of your simple touch.

You were long gone when his family returned from their trip, no one noticed anything strange except for Benjamin’s good mood. He couldn’t stop smiling for the next few days.

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[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 87

Good evening ladies, gentlemen, and other fine folk! It’s time to get updated on my writing progress. Also, stay tuned for a spoilery glimpse into the next chapter of Adventure Gone Mini AND the Hazbin Halloween oneshot, Blue Moon Massacre, at the end of the post!

Current WIPs:

Adventure gone Mini

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild / The Minish Cap

Summary: Sidon is given his very own Sheikah Slate, the first replica Purah has managed to make, and sets out to travel with Link with the intention of registering warp points for convenient travel in the future. However, when a malfunction shrinks them down to the size of bugs, and they meet little people called the Minish, they have to change their plans from “fun adventuring” to “getting out of this mess”. Not that those two have to exclude one another. Link/Sidon.

Progress: Chapter 44 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 21st of October. Chapter 45 has been started, but I’m indecisive on the posting date: do I post it early on 4th of November to celebrate the two year anniversary of this fic, oddly on Saturday the 7th on the real anniversary day, or as per regular schedule on 11th? We shall see when we get closer to those dates, I guess.  

I post a new chapter every three weeks on Wednesdays, except when I don’t manage to. These updates always include a sneak-peek for the next chapter, slowly getting longer over the three weeks waiting period.

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Experiment in Romance

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary (temporary): Husk’s afterlife takes an odd turn when a drunk Alastor knocks on his door and has no intention of going to his own room for the night. It only gets weirder from there, leaving Husk with a most unexpected arrangement with the Radio Demon. Either it’ll be the best decision in his afterlife, or he’s simply out to break his own damn heart dealing with the fickle asshole. Radiohusk.

Progress: Chapter 1 is ready. Chapter 2 is still about ¾ths done. No progress this week.

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Hah! Our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: This is not a stand-alone story! This is a oneshot/drabble collection in the universe as “Shit, the Radio Demon is a part of my afterlife”. Read the main story before bothering with this one.

I decided to give my readers a chance to throw Radiohusk prompts at me, and had the Afterlife-verse as an option to set the stories in. Everyone liked that, so this fic is now a thing. Enjoy the extra mischief from these two dorks!

Progress: Chapter 26 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 28th of August. No progress this week.

I have 12 prompts left.

This fic receives a new chapter every Friday, except when it doesn’t, like right about now.

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Blue Moon Massacre

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Summary: Charlie goes to an important event for the Blue Moon night, leaving the hotel under Alastor’s protection. A grave mistake, as the time is ripe for Alastor to put the residents of the hotel to their intended use now that his only obstacle is guaranteed to be out of his way for the night. A scary and gorey fic for ‘Darker Oneshots, Halloween Challenge 2020’.

Progress: My assigned posting date is 26th of October aka next Monday. I have finished writing this fic, and it’s 8k words now! I’ll still edit it tomorrow for polish, which will likely add a whole bunch of words in the process, so be prepared for a massive fic. Be sure to check out the sneak-peek below ;) (Psst! There’s a different sneak-peek available in the Radiohusk Discord server)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to someday:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peeks into Adventure gone Mini and Blue Moon Massacre (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Mini

Whatever Link had expected, it was certainly not this. Granted, his expectations had boiled down to "please don't be an enemy nest", and technically this fit the bill, but still, what he got was so much more than just that.

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Blue Moon Massacre

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, my dear", Alastor said, hands on Charlie's shoulders as the two of them stood in the doorway of the hotel. Charlie was dressed in a fancy suit that was subtly apple themed, had her hair in an intricate braid made by her girlfriend, and had flawless make-up that had taken her a whole hour to apply. She was dressed to impress and Alastor had to admit that the results of her efforts were well worth the time investment. "Most of the Overlords and other powerful beings will be attending the same shindig you are, and I have no intention of leaving the hotel unattended tonight, blue moon or not. We have been through this."

Charlie's mouth twitched like she was itching to bite her lovingly painted lips, but she resisted in an effort to preserve her make-up. "I know. I just worry. Oh, I don't want to doubt you or your skills, but-"

"But your personal presence and power would be a better deterrent to any evildoers looking for easy prey", Alastor said with a wide smile, cutting her off without a care. Only a little longer… "Charlie, Charlie! I'm the Radio Demon! You may be more powerful in a technical sense, but I'm much more intimidating. Nobody will attempt anything, and if they do they'll regret it most dearly, I swear on my magic. Just go on already, before you end up being late! It's no longer in fashion, you know."

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

Links:

My AO3    My FFnet    Purple Crayon aka my website    My Ko-fi     Radiohusk Discord Group invitation

#Fanfic progress update