Crowley stood in front of Bee's throne. He smiled widely and cleared his throat. "So, the tea on the Antichrist..."
"It's call a progress report." Bee stated flatly.
"Exactly. The tea." Crowley was stopped again.
"Progress. Report." Bee was not amused.
"Yes. Spilling the tea." Crowley was cut off again.
"Just give me the damn report!" Bee seethed. They were not going to play Crowley's stupid game.
"That's what I'm trying to do, spill the tea." This time, Hastur growled in annoyance.
"There is no tea. Why do you keep saying tea?"
Giving in Bee sighed a very long sigh of annoyance. "You win. Spill the tea."
"Well, the progress of the Antichrist is coming along nicely."
I feel like my writing is just getting worse, but then again I am writing this at 2 in the morning...
Also I have over 200 chapter ideas for this book written out, so I hope they are better.
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Ineffable Husbands Oneshots
FanfictionJust a bunch of oneshots with ineffable husbands and a pinch of ineffable bureaucracy. Contains: Fluff Angst Maybe a smutshot or two Some crack And lots of Ineffable husbands *Updates will be irregular
