#more implied

argue with the hand people.

This one is about you being Lilia's fae s/o. When he went to NRC with the boys he gave you a cell phone to stay in touch with him with. You use it to play games together and communicate (I think it'd be mostly texting as to simulate writing letters to your loved one who's away), but something he'll never tell anybody about are the more private messages you share. Because he's an old man, sensing lustful messages with Lilia is like writing prose. Taking turns to write and seeing the messages show up in real time...there's just something about this old man and language when it comes to intimate times. He'll save the conversations to re-read whenever he's needy. There's not much video/photo sharing (again, to fit with the whole writing letters thing), but it'd be fun I think if you discover the Twisted Wonderland version of Only Fans and jokingly tell Lilia that you wanna make an account and have him as your only subscriber. He actually loves the idea, of you being needy and the way he finds out is a ping notification that you've uploaded a new photo of yourself- for his eyes only. You'd want the account to be private since it's for personal use but I can see Lilia maybe being adventurous and being into teasing other men knowing they'll never have you. They can see a few clothed pictures but the number of people who can see it all never goes above 1.

-Fake Date Sebek Anon

[Talking about this fic]

Hello Fake Date Sebek Anonie 🌺🌷💞

That Lilia Mafia ask really just hit me suddenly and released all the core memories I had and I couldn’t not make it into a flower shop combination. Thank you Anonie, that AU lives in my brain rent free 💞💞

God can you imagine?? The text messages switches between Victorian flirting to modern flirting and sometimes the combination. Texting each other how much you missed the other so.

Telling him, how you miss his warmth and his touch. How your own imagination and hands can do so much. Even magical toys do not help. Gradually it shifts to this account you see humans use.

How innovative and advanced. Of course you bring it up to Lilia and he’s down. As long as it’s only him that can see it. He loves knowing no one can have you. You’re his.

He loves to show off your more casual pictures but he’s full of pride. No one else can see you, feel you, or touch you. No one else would know your taste.

Hm? What’s this? It’s as if you heard him. You sent him a new picture. He’s happy that fae’s have an abundance of magic. Silver, Sebek, and Malleus can look after each other for a few hours.

///AN: The following post contains sarcasm and is critical of the beliefs and expectations certain milevens have for season 5 (such as them being married and having children as teens). It is intended for a byler audience. +spoilers for obx s4\\\

Then a bit of silence as she braces herself for what they're going to say. "I know you might not ha-" Sasha speaks up first. "Awww that's nice. Congrats! But... we both kind of..." Marcy continues. "We kinda knew already but hey! We love that for you!"

Anne breathes a sigh of relief, knowing she's safe among them. "Awww, you guys... C'mere!"

Bringing the two into a cheesy hug, Sasha can't help but fire out a snarky remark. "But just know, Boonchuy? If I was gay which I toooootally am nottttt, then I would be gayer than you!" Marcy a bit offended goes "Hey! Be a little more supportive!" Anne chortles, coughing as the two hug her a little more tightly. "Yeah okay Sashy, you would be." The trio lingering in that hug, not yet realizing what this all means...

Two decades later, when they're all living in the same apartment unit, it'll come up in conversation. "Remember when you said that Sashy?" "Ahh, yeah I distinctly do... But come on, we all know I am gayer than her!" "Didn't realize this was a competition, pfft."

And they ride off into the sunset/bedroom

Prompt: trust | Master Post | On AO3

Knock knock a-knock—knockknock! “Guess who~.”

A loud groan answered her. “Go away, you debauched scandalmonger!”

Rereha poked her head into the infirmary of Rhalgr’s Reach, wicked grin firmly in place. “Now, now, Mr. Scaeva, is that any way to speak to the lady come to relieve your unending boredom?” she drawled.

The former tribune of the XIVth Imperial Legion raised his arm, middle finger extended, without raising his head from his pillow.

Rereha cackled and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. A disgusted sigh from Nero’s direction, and he flopped his arm back down on the mattress. She grabbed a chair sitting by the wall and dragged it behind her as she waltzed towards Nero’s bed, whistling a cheery tune. She could see his jaw clenched in annoyance as she set the chair up near the head of the bed and cackled again as she hopped up into it. She placed the book she’d been carrying on her lap and folded her hands primly on top of it, beaming.

“How are we feeling today?” she chirped.