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lilac-den · 6 months ago

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Hey, how are you doing? A little fluf mixed with angst aks. How would the ROs of Silverking, in a late crushing stage when they realize their feelings towards the MC, react to finding the MC staring at their mother's picture while drinking alone and saying something like:

"Hey mom, I've made some new friends in my new work... One them is this person, their name is [ROs name] and I like them, I really like them, when I'm with them I don't feel alone, but I don't think they are interested is me... I wish you were here to help me mom... You would know what to say"

I've made a similar ask before, but I guess it got lost among the other asks. It happens, so it's okay :)

Oh, thanks, anon! I did receive your previous ask (both of them) - I'm just very slow in responding to RO reaction asks cuz I tend to write them longer than I should.

However, for this, I don't think I can answer this from the RO reaction.

So, to make it up to you, I'm gonna write this when Lucifer - MC's dad - is the one who found MC in this state :D Enjoy~

"Terrorbyte?"

Lucifer calls out upon entering the apartment, frowning at how there is little light within. It's not a sight he's unfamiliar with though, especially on this day.

After all, it's a day he and [Name] can't brush aside.

He squints into the dark, the moonlight outside aiding his eyesight with its gleaming shine. There, between the couch and the coffee table, is a silhouette sitting on the floor. He recognize the shadow to be [Name] in an instant.

He feels something solid against one of his foot and looks down, taking note of a rolling, empty bottle. His frown deepens. Have they been drinking? He looks around to look for the only possible witness but finds no sign of a certain ball.

Oli must be recharging; he may be a flippant attitude sometimes with [Name] in a casual fashion, but Lucifer has acknowledge early on that he is the most loyal ally and one who cares for them just as much as Lucifer does.

The large man bends down to pick up one of the empty bottles and walks closer to the coffee table, just in time to see the state of their offspring.

[Name] is almost sitting straight, occasionally swaying left and right whilst humming a tune Lucifer can only identify as an old song from the 90s. Of course, such humming is interrupted with a sharp hiccup, which seems to be funny to [Name] as they left out a light giggle.

"Hic!" Lucifer moves to sit next to them and he sees their eyes blink. He waits patiently for them to register the form next to them, their eyes narrowing for a quick moment before [Name] blinks again and finally realizes with a wide grin.

"Poppy! Poppy pops!"

Lucifer raises a brow. Just how much did they drink? He looks at the other side of [Name] to find more bottles on the floor next to them, definitely empty given how some are on its side yet dripping only one or two drops of alcohol. Lucifer turns his gaze back to [Name] and opens his mouth when [Name] turns to the coffee table.

"Mama, look! It's good ol' pops!"

A soft twinge tugs in Lucifer and he follows [Name]'s gaze to see the picture of none other than Perida [last name]. He closes his mouth, exhaling through his nose with a forlorn gaze.

"How long have you been drinking?"

His tone is soft and lack any chiding. If this had been any other occasion, he might tear a new one. But he knew of the psychological trauma of losing a parent was severe to [Name] and while he couldn't say the same about his parents, he shared the mourning of losing Perida.

She was the love of his life after all - a fact that has never changed, even after all these years.

"Mmm..." [Name]'s brows knit with attempted focus and they pull up both hands, bringing up a finger with each count. "One...two...three..." They pause and Lucifer can almost see the hamster wheel running in their head before they throw their hands up in defeat, grinning once again. "Since I said goodbye to the sun!"

So around sunset, which could mean at most four hours ago.

"You should slow down on drinking." He comments casually. If he tries to stop them, [Name] would only take it as a challenge to push it. He can make sure [Name] doesn't attempt taking even more.

He reaches out a hand on his right, willing the figure to bring a requested item he asks it to bring. He can hear the clatter and rustles in the kitchen, more clumsy than aggressive. After a minute, a cold glass fits in his palm nicely and he brings it to [Name] with a gentle tone. "Drink."

"Mmpgh..." Their face pinch to discomfort and they shake their head. "No...No more whiskey."

"This is water." Lucifer moves the edge of the glass to their lips and [Name], like a toddler, reaches up with both hands to cup around the lower half of the cup. They drink, gulping it. "Slowly, [Name]."

Once the cup is truly empty, [Name] drops their hands down. Thankfully, Lucifer is still holding the cup so it never drop. He places the cup just as [Name] begins to talk again.

"Was just...just telling mom about them. Hic!" [Name] blinks and Lucifer doesn't need to think twice about who [Name] is talking about. After all, he's noticed the amount of time both [Name] and the team have spent time together, especially one in particular.

"Oh?" Lucifer asks and this is enough for [Name] to ramble.

"Yeah! I told her about how we met and all the funny and crazy missions we went on! "

"I wish mom was here..." The words remind Lucifer of the small space of pain inside him, one Perida's presence once filled with ease.

It has been more than a decade since Perida's passing and though Lucifer had tried his best in filling the gap, there was still a part of him that worries of not being enough. It was one of the very few things he couldn't feel confident about; his wife was a person unlike any other.

"She would know what to say."

At this, Lucifer takes notice of the slight sadness. "About what, Terrorbyte?"

Perhaps [Name] was much more inebriated than they should be because they reply without considering who they're talking to, "About [RO]."

One of Lucifer's hands twitch.

"Iiii like them." The words coming out of [Name] is a bit slurred, drawing out the first word. Then [Name] is chuckling, a forlorn smile on their face. "I like them loads! I don't feel all that lonely with them..." [Name] closes their eyes and another laugh escapes them, more in defeat than humour. "But...they're not interested in me. They're not."

"That's not true, [Name]."

They tilt their head to him, eyes halfway open but the forlorn smile is still there. "'Course it is. Who..." Their eyes begin to droop, the drowsiness weighing on their expression. "Who would...want someone like...?"

Their words trail to a stop and [Name] shuts their eyes as they drop their head upon Lucifer's shoulder, who watches the sleeping expression on their face. The man sighs through his nose, bringing his arms to wrap around their shoulder and under their knees before picking them off the ground with ease.

It feels like back then, when [Name] came home upset about the kids teasing them for having no mother and that she 'ran away from trouble'. They tried not to show it, but Lucifer knew how much that hurt [Name].

There was a likelihood of them forgetting about this or pretend like it never happened. He wants to discuss this with them, but the circumstances is just too delicate. Even if he provides reassurance, it's highly probably that [Name] seeks more from the one person causing such self-depreciation: [RO].

It's times like this that he, too, wishes Perida to be alive too. It's a longing that persists, a pain that never goes away.

But he has to be strong. For the three of them.

#silverking #snippet #Lucifer #MC

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veronicaphoenix · 7 months ago

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Laura, I'm a messsss 🫣🫠

“I don’t know how well you slept last night, but this hotel really has to work on soundproofing their walls,” We all saw this coming, didn't we? 🤭

“That was you! Oh you dirty, dirty kids,” he laughed. At first I thought he wouldn't mind, but then I read the rest of the paragraph and I felt bad for him :(

The whole alcohol issue going on with Noah is really keeping me on my toes. I even hated him a couple of times in previous chapters, but reading this one and seeing how he chose to be better felt like a wave of relief crashing over me, and it was definitely so welcome.

Oliver feeling left out had me crying for him! I wanted to hug him and keep him wrapped in my arms forever. Poor baby! I love how you portrayed his vulnerability at this time. And I'm glad he was brave enough to be honest with Aubrey and not keep it to himself, which led me to check this fic's masterpost, and I realized there're only 6 chapters left 😫

"I have so much love for both of you, in such different and such similar ways all at once." Aubrey is here making confessions as such and I hope they don't break her heart, because if they do I'll get my guns ready! (I don't have any real gun, but you know, the emoji gun, I meant lol)

"Tall men, indeed," 🤤

Oh, I feel Aubrey so much with her worries about the long-distance relationship. I was going to mention it in your comment on my epilogue, but I was in a two-year long-distance relationship, and that shit is indeed hard af and emotionally draining.

“So, it’s all about love, isn’t it,” I said, trying hard not to sniffle. “As long as you love them enough, you make it happen.” That's a yes from me, from experience 😇

“Sometimes you have to realise just how in love you are first. Or allow yourself to admit it.” Oli and Noah should have been there because that last sentence was definitely aimed to them.

Noah in the turtleneck, please! I used to hate turtlenecks until I saw him.

(Just dropping this picture here for no other purpose than drooling).

“I figured it should be one, you know,” Oli mused in fake contemplation. “Only seems fair to take you two out for dinner before I fuck you.” His bluntness will kill me. I was NOT ready for that statement.

I like that both our Noah's are so unexperienced in terms of being with another man 😇 cute

"though neither of us were thinking very much about eating right about now." Wrong, Aubrey. I'm pretty sure Oli is thinking about eating. Just not that dessert.

I also want to go to Oli's house. I volunteer! I've seen some picture before and the place actually looks very nice.

This man doesn't waste any time, does he?

Not both of them sucking and licking and getting Oli off 😮‍💨 The clashing of heads was so real and so honest of you to write because as I started reading that part that was all I could think of lol 🤭

They're so nasty with this impulses to clean each other's cum from each other's lips, i love it 🫣 Oh okay, Oliver just agreed with me in the next sentence haha

Okay, I'm leaving this link to this artist's work here (nsfw) because I've been following him for a while now, and the moment I read about Aubrey sitting on Oliver's face, this picture came to mind, and now nobody can't tell me it's not them (ok, the tattoos are not there and the hands were on his chest, but it's still them in my head 🫣)

“Aubrey, what the fuck are you doing,” Oli mumbled from underneath me, making me halt in my movements. “I just-” “It’s called sitting on someone’s face, not hovering.”

L, this entire scene was so real, every line, every description, their dialogues... I've been living in it since I read the chapter. Not in a perverted way, but as in admiration at how wonderful this scene was between the three, how they finally had this intimate time the three together and how they were learning to maneuver themselves in a trio.

“And you be a good girl too and prepare yourself for me, yeah? I’m going to fuck you when he’s finished and I’m not going to put any fingers in you first.” He's such a demon, i'm in love with him.

“Did you do it missionary, like an old couple?" Dude, never underestimate the power of missionary and eye contact and forehead to forehead fucking. 👆🏽 Aubrey will teach you about it at some point, I'm sure.

“Let’s see who can do it better, doll.” Oh no, not a competition! It's not a competition!

"I ended up making grabby hands at him like a little child as the sweat on my body slowly turned cold, leaving an entirely different type of goosebumps to wreak havoc on my skin. Noah saw, pulling the plush blanket up with him as he got into bed next to me, making sure to tuck both me and Oli in before hugging close to me." bUT BUT this whole thing is so cuteeeeee i'm sobbinggg

“So, who fucked you better, doll, me or Noah?” I hope this doesn't lead to some serious competition, unless it's just for fun 😏

“Guess you’ll both have to fuck me during the same evening for optimal comparisons.” During the same evening, at the same time, perhaps?

in love with the mess - day ten

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she’s decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and… well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : smut (p in v, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), hints at anal play), angst, fluff

length : 10k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess@shilohrosechicken@justeli6@starvingarsyn@floatinglikeaswan @blacksoul-27 @somebodyels3@kageyasma@spikeisdaddy@broken0mens

a/n : Hope you enjoy this one!! Comments and reblogs keep the writer writing 💕

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day ten

I was getting tired of unexpected knocks on my hotel room door. Especially when it was much too early and I was already rushing to get ready after something had prevented me from properly packing my suitcase last night. Now I had mere minutes until I needed to be downstairs with the rest of the crew and the band because Bring Me had an awfully early bus call to get to Sheffield. I couldn’t blame them for that - it was home, after all. Most of them were using the day off to visit friends and family, but Oli and, as far as I knew Matt too, were heading for the store for the day.

I ripped the door open as much as I could under the weight to find none other than Oli himself standing in the hallway, an amused smirk on his face.

“I don’t know how well you slept last night, but this hotel really has to work on soundproofing their walls,” he chuckled, letting himself in just past the doorway as I stood frozen. “‘Cause I was definitely wide awake hearing two people have the fuck of their lives. Like, holy shit, staying quiet definitely wasn’t part of their vocabulary at all. Did you hear them at all?”

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#Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess #long-ass review because yes #if you want to join my book club #we talk about this fic every week

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sxrrandomfanfics · 2 years ago

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Are there any Villain characters (Canon & OC) that you find intriguing? Who and why?

Villain characters I find intriguing... hmm...

Different Properties - 8 Characters - 13

Cosma (OK K.O.) - I like the shape changing dragon. Rand Ridley (Inside Job) - HORRIBLE FATHER. Rewatching the series you know his plan and you see it happening. But still wants his big happy family. I want to jump into your brain old man. We jumped into your daughter's now it's your turn. Maligula (Psychonauts 2) - Aw, sweet little Nona. How in the world did you let yourself become the royalty your sister hated? How close were you with your sister before she drowned at your hands? How much did you love Gelsin Mux? What was your relationship with Mithra and Zalto, your parents? What did you think of your brother in law? Why do you still have so many questions surrounding you, Nona? The more we know, the more we realize such deep holes of unknowable with you and your age. You're in your seventies now, Nona. Coach Morceau "Morry/Oly" Oleander (Psychonauts) - He's my cuddle bunny. Bean bag shaped. So much of your past is known yet unknown. How much from the Li-Po is true about you? Or are you now just a surface level maniac who's being monitored? Tell me, Oly, is your family proud of you? VV Argost (Secret Saturdays) - Yeti with a God complex has such a dastardly plan. It makes me wonder why he wanted to infiltrate humanity in the first place if he hated them so much. Amelia (Infinity Train) - A woman who had a happy life and then... she lost everything. She got a chance to help herself and instead made it her life to stay on the train trying to go back to her old life, and now may never go home. Magica DeSpell (Ducktales) - Oh my goodness what a backstory, what powers, what a fall. All around turning from most intimidating villain who had a successful plan to pathetic. Toffee (Star Vs.) - Magic hating Raptor God Man deserved better. Volo (Pokemon) - God Complexes are fun. Javert (Les Miserables) - The desperation and unneeded attacks that Javert does to Jean Valjean is so shiver inducing to watch. Also I like his songs, like "The Confrontation."

Spinny (Whatever Happened to Shadowy Figure?) - Dastardly. Evil. Want to know more but all we know is what she's done to Brittney Spark and Nelly. Reaper Blanc (Hanahaki Ask AU: Unfinished Business) - He didn't always act like this, but something happened to him, and now I wonder who he was. "People's Peonies" (Family Swap) - I love the ideas of marginilized groups who are like: We have more power than these other people cause there are more of us/we have different, supernatural powers and them going to attack people. Like they have no clear goal they're just like: We're better than you. Dina [UNREVEALED STORY] - With a past shrouded and only the idea of chugging science along, Dina is a character similar to Peridot but never gets a redemption. She will go down with hope that her experiment lives on and does its job rather than see another failure. A blind follower of her superiors while also seeing herself as above, Dina is just very interesting to write.

[REDACTED] - This boy who was actually from someone helping me work on a fanfiction and not Belos from Owl House. There's literally no reason why I wouldn't just say Belos. Spoilers are off once things are revealed. No [REDACTED] is a fallen prince in a collaboration fic I'm working on and I have so many songs for this boyo. If you want to know why he's so villainous (without me spoiling the fic), just listen to "Everything At Once" by Lenka. That's essentially his entire character, both before and after his fall. [REDACTED] the fallen prince my beloved. Poor little meow meow. Needs to be thrown in the washing machine. Tar baby lookin ass. Has a tiktok where he censors the name of the "replacement brother" he hates. No Face from Spirited Away actin ass.

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