Alan Rickman character one shots

Eli x Lionel x reader - Guidance 🏆🦁

Lionel stood in a black, tailored suit, white button-up shirt and black dress shoes, coming straight from another engagement after arriving in Los Angeles the day before and spending a night alone in a hotel. Eli felt underdressed when faced with the British businessman, sporting a grey button up shirt and tan trousers with a pair of brown suede shoes.

"And this is what your generous donations will be going towards, Mr. Shabandar." Eli explained gratefully, opening the door and gesturing to the rundown media department that Lionel had kindly offered to fund throughout the new academic year.

"I see... quite honestly this place could do with a complete renovation." He criticized, swiping a finger along the dust-coated desks. He watched with narrowed eyes as the debris floated in front of him, catching the light seeping from a gaping hole in the blinds.
"I couldn't agree more." Eli muttered, disgusted by the appearance of the somewhat neglected area of the school.

Lionel raised his phone to his ear and uttered a few words, nodding before ending the call and turning to face Eli.
"We can make it happen." He started, "However... only if you can offer my company something in return." Lionel requested. Eli furrowed his brows and looked him up and down, attempting to figure out what he possibly had to offer the man.

"Rumour has it, one of your previous students has quite the reputation for being particularly eager to please." He hinted, raising an eyebrow. "I'd like to offer her a job, I'm in need of a new assistant and I feel her attributes would compliment The Shabandar Media Group quite nicely."

Eli gulped, parting his lips and gritting his teeth, feeling exposed as Lionel backed him into a corner.
"I know your secrets, Michaelson. I don't judge, we all like to have our fun... when's your next appointment?" Lionel questioned, staring at him with a curious yet stern expression.

"Yes... she's quite something." Eli admitted, helpless under the man's power. "I'm meeting her in 30 minutes, maybe you could take her for a test ride." He suggested half heartedly. Lionel shot him a smug look, pleasantly surprised at the man's willingness to share.
"I like your thinking, Sir." Lionel rasped, shaking his hand firmly and continuing to follow Eli around the school, completing his inspection.

"So, where will this little meeting take place? Janitor's closet? An empty gym cupboard?" Lionel teased, throwing out stereotypes to mock Eli's secret affair.
"My office." He snapped, unwilling to be made fun of. "She sits on my desk, like the good little girl she is and waits for me every Friday after 6'o'clock." He explained, confidently. Lionel narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly as a smirk appeared on his face.
"You've already got her used to a schedule? How kind, you must have known I was going to need a punctual woman." He growled, eager to meet his new employee.

"What exactly will you be using her for, if I may ask?" Eli seethed, dropping the formalities and feeling possessive over his bit on the side.
"Oh just the usual." He assured, pursing his lips, "Bringing me coffee, taking down notes during meetings, helping me to de-stress, that kind of thing." He continued, clenching his jaw at the thought.
"I see, I suppose we should see if she's a good fit for you." Eli decided, swallowing his pride and opening the door to his office.

You sat propped up on Eli's desk, wearing his favourite red lacy set, the rest of your clothes abandoned in the corner of the room. You crossed one leg over the other as he entered, ready to carry out the weekly routine. Your eyes widened as a second man followed him in, letting out a low growl as he scanned your form and approaching you slowly.
"You must be (y/n)." Lionel purred, grabbing your hand and pressing a light kiss onto your knuckles as you stared at him in shock.

His formal attire was refreshingly different and unusual to you, his rich scent filled the air, masking Eli's usual musk as he pulled back from the kiss, squeezing your hand gently before returning it, placing it back down on your knee.