#Lee!Moran

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To Break A Gargoyle: Act 2 (Moriarty The Patriot)

Heyo everyone! I'm so excited for this one- I'm doing a collab with the amazing @rachi-roo! We got to talking about the tea party OVA for Moriarty and decided this was the best time to create a series of fics together! Rachi took part one (Or Act 1- hehe) while I took on the sequel! :D

Thank you so, so much for collabing with me, friend! This was so much fun, and any chance I get to write for Moran is a great day! Check her out if you haven't yet- Rachi's got some fabulous work!

For "To Break A Gargoyle: Act 1" (Rachi's fic! :D)

Summary: His plans for revenge failed, William is left a tad embarrassed but also hung up on a certain detail. What did Moran mean by one one person knows his weakness?

"There's only one man who know's how to beat me in a war of tickles."

William mused over that particular line for some time, the effect of Moran's counterattack still leaving his body tingling. It had been only a short few days since- and still he couldn't get the encounter out of his head.

Nor the odd jumpiness he felt whenever Moran passed by a tad too close for his liking. Or the smirk the older assassin wore when he left.

Such a mess he found himself in.

"Brother? Are you free?" A hand on his shoulder made him jump. "Brother?" Louis sounded concerned, and when he turned to meet his eyes, he was watching him intently. "Are you okay?"

"Oh? Yes...apologies. I wasn't listening." He smiled politely, going to get his tea. "What were you saying just now?"

"Just that I made scones. In case you grew hungry." The younger blonde gestured to the basket on the table, said treats steaming with warmth. "Best to wait though- I just took them out of the oven."

"Thank you Louis. Your preparations are what keep me going." William nodded, satisfied at the pleased blush painting Louis' cheeks. It was only after he left William let himself sigh, leaning into his fist. "What to do about him...?"

"Who?" Fred's voice shocked him to the core. A hand to his chest, he turned to the quiet boy with a short breath. "Apologies, my lord. Didn't mean to scare you." He nodded at the scones, something longing in his eyes. "Are you.."

"You're fine, Fred." William passed him one, a huff of a laugh in his voice as the younger man breathed it in, a warm smile on his lips. "I was just thinking about Moran recently. We had a...arrangement that went wary."

"Ah, so he got the jump on you." Fred nodded, something understanding in his expression as he stuffed his face with the scone. "I heard about it from him- he was telling Bonde and I."

"Oh, had he now?" William's smile felt forced, the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth the only indication he was crossed. "How charming."

"Yes...Moran can be quite the devil in tickle wars. It's funny- once you know how to handle him, he goes from a menace to a kitten rather quickly."

A...kitten?

There's only one man who know's how to beat me in a war of tickles.

"Fred...tell me, what's your favorite type of scone?" William asked, pushing the basket forward, a coy smile touching his lips as Fred's eyes lit up.

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"You called?" Moran asked, poking his head into William's study the following afternoon. "Huh, doesn't this feel familiar?"

"Good afternoon, Moran, and thank you for coming." William, ignoring the last comment, nodded up to his bookshelves. "You see- I've found myself with quite the problem. I misplaced my step ladder and need to put these books away. You know how Louis is about tidiness, and if I don't do it now, the pile will grow taller and taller." He nodded to the highest shelf. "Think you could put these away for me?"

"Huh? That's all? Alright then." Moran nodded, walking up and taking the books. "And here I thought you were looking to continue our little chat the other day?" Moran chuckled at the faint blush staining the blonde's cheeks, turning to the shelf. "Okay, let's see...er- how do these go again?"

"By number. Here..." William took his chance. Reaching up as if to point where the books go, he let his hand brush against the back of Moran's neck, barely a graze. "This one goes...are you alright?"

"Tch- y-yeah. I'm great." Moran nodded, suddenly stiff. A soft flush of pink stained his neck as he cleared his throat. "Just dusty up here, that's all."

"Of course." William smiled, stepping back as Moran carried on. That was it- the sign Fred has spoke about. He mustn't waste this chance.

"Moran. You weren't incorrect in your assumption." William spoke casually, aligning himself with the other's back as he placed the second to last book on the shelf. "I did wish to continue our talk from the other day."

"Figured you would. Let me guess, you need a reminder?" Moran teased, even as his confidence wavered in his tone. William only smiled a dangerous smile, hands hovering over his exposed armpits.

"No. But I think you do, my friend." With that, he attacked, fingers digging into Moran's armpits.

At first, nothing happened. Moran stiffened, but that's about it. For a brief, scary moment, William was sure he'd misheard Fred on the spot to go for.

And then Moran was laughing. Booming with mirth, the last book fell helplessly to the floor as he shot his arms down, pressing in sharply and trapping William's fingers. "Ghahahhahahhahaha! Whahhahhat- whahhaaht the heheheheheheehll, Wihiihiihihiliam?"

"My- so you are ticklish?" William mused softly, delight coloring his tone as he watched the older man squirm and laugh before him. "So much for your gargoyle demeanor, no?"

"Ahehahahhahaha! G-Gahhahahrgoyle? Oohoohoho, thaahhahat's just ruhuhuhuhuuhde!" Moran wheezed, stumbling some as if he had too much to drink. "Hohohohoohow'd you fihihiihihihnd ohohohohoohut?"

"I just did. An accident led to my discovery." William lied smoothly, one hand reaching down to Moran's ribs while the other carried on attacking his armpit. "Seems like you can't turn off your ticklishness now, can you?"

"Aahhahahhacideheheheht my ahahahahahhass! Who-FRED!" Moran squawked out his name as the realization hit. At the same time, so did his knees when they crashed into the floor, sending him falling to his side. "Thahhahahaht snehhehahahahhaky brahahahhaht, whahahhat'd you giihiihihiihve hihihihihim?"

"Nothing at all. He has no part in this." William pressed his fingers into Moran's stomach, grinning when the older man squeaked and curled up. "You really are a kitten..."

"Wahhahahhhhaat? Shuhuhuuhuuhuht youhuhuhuhur mohohohoohuth!" Moran cried, cheeks bright red as he swatted at the hands. "Stahhahahhap plehahahahhahahse, I'm behehhehehehgging ya!"

"Giving up so soon? How unfortunate." Still, William did as he asked, pulling his hands back with a chuckle, watching Moran gasp for air. "Still- I do feel satisfied in my discovery."

"Eh...ehehehehe...yohoohhou scohohohundral." Moran growled without malice, reaching out and squeezing the blonde's knee. Laughing at his yelp, he sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Scones, huh? Louis' cooking?"

"Blueberry ones. I told Fred I'd request them for breakfast tomorrow." William shook his head with a laugh, Fred's excitement for such a treat reminded him of a puppy. "Thankfully none of our enemies know of this weakness. Who knows what secrets he'd spill for them."

"If it's not Louis' cooking? He'd be fine." Moran grinned. "He'd only break for him."

Sharing a laugh, the pair stood, Moran stretching his arms out as William smoothed out his clothes. "Well, we best be going before someone comes looking for us. Shall we?" William stared to leave, only to pause when Moran cleared his throat.

"A quick word, Will? Not as an employee to an employer but as between friends?" Moran's eyes danced, mischief gleaming within. "If you dare tickle me again, I'll be forced to return the favor, tenfold."

"We'll see about that, Moran." William smirked his classic coy smile, red eyes dancing. "We'll see about that."

Thanks for reading!

[italeean]

MERRY CHRISTMAS MY DEAR FRIEND<33

I wanted to share some very cute and wholesome Christmas hcs with the moriarty the patriot characters because I love them so much ☹️

SO FIRST OFF,

Miss Hudson, John and Sherlock decorate the flat and Sherlock likes to play around with the decorations and then accidentally trapped himself with Christmas, which John and miss Hudson took advantage off and gave him some soft tickles,, he swore to himself to never play with Christmas decorations ever again

So, in the manga, Albert makes horrible Christmas sweaters, and this year he made matching sweaters for the whole group and they all were going insane over it except Louis and Liam, they praised him hehehe

So getting ready for Christmas dinner, Liam asked Louis with the help of Moran to tidy the place up a bit, of course Moran didn't want to so Louis had to make him,, honestly Moran seems like those tough guys who are also extremely sensitive which is very silly ehehe, anyways, Louis made him suffer with tickles till he promised he'd help him clean (he ended up doing it and whining the whole time about it)

James, Fred and Moran are wearing matching Christmas hats and sweaters and they absolutely solo everyone

The Moriarty brothers made a gingerbread house together and ended up making a whole mess but that's okay, they had a very fun time (Albert ended up making the most mess)

Louis ends up overworking himself to make sure everyone has a good Christmas time, Albert and Liam heavily disagree that he overworks himself so they distract him and make him rest a bit with light tickles and Louis tries to tell them he isn't but they obviously don't believe him

This is all I hope you like theeemm~ <3

Aaaaww they're so sweet 🥹❤️

Have a merry Christmas, too, my dear 🎄❤️

@wertzunge more hcs for us ^_^

[acinematicworld]

Behind the scenes of Halloween (1978)

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Halloween (1978)

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Halloween (1978) - VHS cover

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Halloween II (1981) directed by Rick Rosenthal

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Day 25 🎃:

Halloween (1978)

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Up next on my Spooktober Filmfest...Halloween (1978) on glorious vintage Media Home Entertainment VHS 📼! #l#movie #movies #horror #Halloween #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #jamieleecurtis #lauriestrode #donaldpleasence #ripdonaldpleasance #NANCYKYES #NancyLoomis #pjsoles #CharlesCyphers #ripcharlescyphers #TonyMoran #nickcastle #KyleRichards #brianandrews #nancystephens #mickeyyablans #adamhollander #vintage #VHS #70s #Spooktober #october #mediahomeentertainment

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Halloween (1978) dir. John Carpenter.

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Actor/director Lee Moran was #botd in 1888

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Absolutely Fantastic!

Written, directed and starring Andrew-Lee Potts; this movie was well paced and had the perfect balance of emotion, drama and suspense throughout.

I highly recommend this to all movie lovers.

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Halloween (1978, John Carpenter)

10/29/23

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From the Golden Age of Television

Series Premiere

Waterfront - The Skipper's Day - Syndicated - August 21, 1954

Drama

Running Time: 30 minutes

Written by M. Bernard Fox and Jesse L. Lasky Jr.

Produced by M. Bernard Fox

Directed by John Brahm

Stars:

Preston Foster as Captain John Herrick

Lois Moran as May "Mom" Herrick

Kathleen Crowley as Terry Van Buren

Douglas Dick as Carl Herrick

Carl Betz as Dave Herrick

Frank Wilcox as Hank Van Buren

Frieda Inescort as Emily Van Buren

Willie Best as Bill Slocum

George Chandler as Mac Benson

Pinky Tomlin as Tip Hubbard

Jim Hayward as Ward Cowling

Jack Elam as Britt

Lee Van Cleef as Ed

Sanders Clark as Butler

Molly Glessing as Maid

Voltaire Perkins as Ship's Captain

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Moriarty the Patriot: To Break a Gargoyle - Act 1

I'm soooo excited to post this!!!! Me and @giggly-squiggily have teamed up on this fic to make a two-part tale!!! Squiggles you're so cool 😭👏 I had so much fun writing and planning this with you!

Summary: After hoating a successful tea party, William is still sour over Morans betrayal in his time of need and seeks revenge! Only things don't quite go to plan. Lee!William, Ler!Moran.

Act 2 here by the brilliant Giggly-Squiggly!!!

Tw: None.

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It had been a couple of days since the Moriarty household had finished up with hosting the dreaded tea party, and everything had settled down once again. Everything, except the troubles that swirled in William's mind.

The family of three brothers sat enjoying each other's company, along with Fred and Moran whilst Jack was busy elsewhere. William turned the page in his newspaper looking up as Moran stood, pulling his coat over his shoulders.

"Right. I'd best be off then. Got a few errands to run before dinner." He announced, tugging gently on Fred's coat sleeve to get him out of his seat. "Thanks for the tea, Louis. William, Albert." He gave a nod to each brother before turning to leave.

As he did, William stared, an image flashing in his mind. Moran left him. That day, at the tea party. He turned his back and left him to flounder at the mercy of those desperately flirtatious women. He left him. How dare he!

On the surface, William was calm. Composed. He even offered a friendly smile as his friend left to continue his duties, but beneath that cool exterior, a storm was brewing. A plot for revenge. No one betrays William James Moriarty. No one.

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Later that same evening, before dinner was prepared, William approached Moran in the hallway, a look of seriousness on his face. "Moran. I have something to discuss with you in my private study if you could meet me there in five minutes, I have something important to discuss." He spoke quietly, earning a professional nod of acknowledgement from the other.

"Am I to bring the others?"

"No. Come alone. This only requires you." William gave a reassuring smile, heading off towards his study to prepare.

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Exactly five minutes later, Moran arrived outside William's study, knocking on the door. "William. It's Moran... I'm coming in." He opened the door, seeing William sitting at his desk inside.

"Close the door, please. And have a seat." William ordered, smiling softly as he watched Moran do so. So far, it didn't look like his friend suspected a thing. Why would he? William was his trusted boss and friend.

"So, Moran, I trust that you enjoyed your time at the tea party we hosted a couple of days back?" He asked, standing up once Moran was seated, moving to pour the two of them a drop of whisky. Moran watched him, smiling fondly at the memory of all those lovely ladies gathered in one place, not to mention the few who were fawning over him as he stood in the garden.

"Aye, sir. It was an entertaining affair." He chuckled, taking the drink as William handed it to him. The blonde hummed, taking a sip of his own.

"I'm glad you found it so enjoyable. I do hope the job you were given wasn't too taxing."

"Of course not, William. It was a piece of cake."

William set his drink down, standing behind his tall friend as his tone changed. "Piece of cake, you say? Then, do tell me, friend, why is it that you neglected to assist me in my time of need?"

"Sir?" Moran raised a brow, not quite catching on.

"When that woman was viciously flirting with me during my advice hearing. You saw my suffering and turned your back on me. Did you not?"

Moran froze up. How could he forget. "I-I't wasn't meant to be malicious, sir. I just-"

"Just what? You weren't actually fit to help your boss when required and lied to me about your capabilities? Or is it that you left me to undergo such torment on purpose? Mutiny, essentially." William cracked his knuckles as Moran gulped.

"No sir, I wasn't intending to-"

"You really did turn your back on me, Moran. Which was your first and last mistake!" In a flash, William dove upon Moran's sides, squeezing a massaging his fingers into the well-toned muscle, a wicked grin on his cheeks.

"Now you will-... Wh-?" William's smile faded when he got no reaction from his attack. Not even a flinch? How is he not laughing? It's like he just turned off all his nerve endings. Like he's made of stone or something! "How- Uh!" His blood ran cold when he looked up, seeing Moran's playful, smug grin and vengeful side-eye.

"Oooh, you are a scary one. Ain't ya, Lord of Crime?" He grinned, standing from his chair and calmly leaning over William to put his drink on the desk behind him. "Yep, you sure taught me a lesson."

The smaller blonde took a step back, bumping into his desk as his hitman towered over him. "I-I was only having a laugh, Moran. You know I would never truly be hurt by something so trivial." This was true. Of course William was only playing. But Moran didn't look satisfied with this excuse.

His grin softened as he grabbed Williams's wrists, holding them over his head with ease. "My turn~" He jeered, bringing his free hand to William's stretched-out ribs, starting to lightly pinch up and down his slender frame.

Each squeeze earned a hiccup-like squeak from the Lord of Crime as he flinched and jumped at the tickly zaps that sent shivers down his spine.

"Wait! Mor-Aha! I didn't Hah! Let me explAHAin! Stahap!" He blushed, embarrassed by how easily he was reduced to a giggly mess, with the defence of a wet napkin. He was so glad he shut the door, lest some prying eyes fall upon the scene. "Stahap it, Moran!"

His pleading only seemed to egg the hitman on, switching from small squeezes to continuous drilling between and on the sensitive bone. "Oh come on now, William. You should know better than to try something like that on me."

"I-I'm sahaharry! Ahaha! Nohoho!" Will gasped as he managed to slip his wrists free, making a break for the door. Just too slow. He felt the large hand of his attacker grab his shoulder, pulling him back before wrapping his arms around William's stomach, lifting him clear from the ground with ease.

"Pardon my roughness, Sir. But I can't let you go just yet." Moran grinned, shaking his fingers into William's sides, chucking as he listened to his loud, boyish laughter.

"Wahahait! Oho lord- Ahaha! Mohoran! AHA!" He grabbed and pushed on Moran's python-like grip, desperate to wriggle free from the ticklish prison. It was no use, nothing could escape the gargoyles grasp once you became ensnared in it.

"Plehehease! AHAHA!" His laughter turned to bubbly, chirping, giggling as Moran's hands started shaking into his tummy. "Ehehehe! N-Not thehere!"

"Not there?" Moran raised a brow, shifting his hands further up and sinking into the poor man's underarms instead. "How about here? Is this better, sir?" He teased, gasping as he narrowly missed a kick to the bollocks as William flailed.

"GYAHAHAHA! Nooo! AhahaAHA! P-Plehease! Oh lohord!"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, William~ To think, you would have me suffering the same if you could. How cruel of you." Morans mocking tone only made things worse for William.

"AHAHAHHAHAAA! P-Please forgihihive meee! HAHA!" That was twice Moran almost had his jewels booted, time to change again. He set William down, quickly straddling his hips, pinning him on his back.

"No! Nononono! Wahait!"

William fought off his hands with his killer precision, but the ghost tickles were too much of a distraction and he was soon under attack again. This time Moran pinned one arm up, clawing mercilessly at the sensitive underarm as William tried in vain to defend himself.

"AAAAH! Moran! I-I'll do anythihing! Plehehease!" The boy's cheeks were red as the roses that bloomed in the garden, and wet with mirthful tears as he howled with laughter.

"Oooh, anything? Hmm... Nah." This man was evil. He just wanted to make William regret trying to attack him. His hands switched back to William's sides, shaking in vigorously as he smirked teasingly.

"Morahahan! Th-This is ridihiculous!"

"You started it!"

"A-Ahalright!" William snorted. "I-I give in! Plehehase!"

"Well, since you asked nicely." Moran smiled, patting William's cheek as he stopped his attack, still sitting upon his boss's lap. "Hehe, look at you." He smirked, referring to William's tangled hair and wrinkled shirt collar.

"I-Ihihi... I'll have to tidy... mysehelf before... Dinner."

Moran nodded, starting to poke at the tired assassin's tummy as he spoke. "Look, William, you know I respect you. Hell, I'd give my life for you. But I'm afraid when it comes to tickling, I just can't let you walk away from an attempt on me like that." He chuckled, watching him twitch and bat at his poking hand.

"Ohokay! Stop, stop... Haha... I'll remember that..." William chuckled, taking Moran's hand as he helped him up.

"There is only one man who knows how to beat me in a war of tickles. And I'm afraid he ain't you. Better luck next time though." The large man grinned, patting his friend's hair before leaving the room, winking as he shut the door behind him.

William thought for a moment. One man who knows how to beat him. Who could that be? The cogs were turning in William's mind again. There was definitely going to be a round two.

[white-cat-of-doom]

Friday night fun in US Tour 6!

Some Queens live it up backstage.

Allyson Duarte as Jellylorum, Erica Lee Cianciulli as Bombalurina, Reagan Davidson as Tantomile, Lexy Bittner as Cassandra, and Taryn Smithson as Rumpleteazer.

A group kittens smile together.

Brendan Moran as Tumblebrutus, Gracie Anderson covering Sillabub, and Dominic Fortunato as Pouncival.

Kieran Macdonald covered Mungojerrie for the third show in a row, and the usual Mungojerrie, Brian Craig Nelson,.covered Skimbleshanks for the first time this year and the first time since early 2022! He got to pair up with Megan Arseneau covering Jennyanydots.

Luke Bernier also cover Rum Tum Tugger once again.

27 January 2023, Greensboro, NC.