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ambersky0319 · 5 years

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Starlit Sky

Pairing : Roceit

Warnings : Sympathetic Deceit and Roman

A/N : Hhhjfgdgd I just really needed some Roceit fluff- Now to finish homework and the last few asks I have! Hope y'all enjoy this little drabble! 💙

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Roman leaned into Deceit's arms, sighing slowly as he melted into the dishonest side. He was thoroughly drained, spending the entire day brainstorming new ideas and working to meet the other's expectations. It was hard, always being a Prince. Sometimes a King if he took a day such as today, scouring the bits of his and his brother's old kingdom in search of something original.

The arms around him were safe and secure, holding him close, holding him lovingly. Roman buried his face into Deceit's chest, letting the other comb his gloveless fingers through his hair. His shoulders lost most of their tension as he just lives in the moment.

He listened to Deceit's heartbeat, so steady, beating in a rhythm that Roman could match his breathing to. A relaxing pace, much different than the heavy panting from earlier when he had to go yet again on the hunt for ideas. He could hear the birds chirping slowly fade as they all prepared for sleep themselves, and a wolf's howl echoed through the forest nearby followed by the rest of the pack's cry.

The campfire not far from them crackles softly, and they sat just at the edge of its ring of light. If Roman looked close enough, the flames looked to be intricately dancing, as if the night was still quite young and they had nothing to lose.

The fingers brushing through his locks, Deceit's hand slow and gradually working all the knots from his hair. The other arm, draped around his waist, holding him in a way that made Roman feel so utterly safe. The soft fabric of Deceit's sweater, a casual outfit compared to his elegant one worn in videos. The capelet that Deceit still wrapped around Roman when Roman shivered slightly, cool air finally making it's way to his core.

He hummed lightly, shifting to rest his head under Deceit's chin and he looked up.

The stars, so distant and unknown. Far off planets and galaxies awaiting to be explored. They wrinkled down at Roman and Deceit, as if an army ready to protect the Prince and his love with just the flick of a wrist. The moon watched over them as well, it's soft light allowing them to enjoy the scenery outside of the fire's range.

Roman's cheeks turned pink as he felt a kiss being placed at the top of his head and tilted his head back, looking up into Deceit's multicolored eyes. Deceit smiled at him warmly, softly, lovingly. And Roman leaned up just a bit, pressing an equally soft kiss to his lips.

Deceit's hands rested at Roman's stomach when they pulled apart, and Roman leaned back into his chest, sighing in content.

He was safe. He was protected. He was loved.

And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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socks-nb · 5 years

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💙 Sander 🛡 Sides 👓

🐍 Head 🎭 Cannons 🌩

⚠️*warning, some of these are gonna be messed up and may be triggering*⚠️

Logan/Logic:

- he’s the most useless gay out off all the sides. When Thomas meets/sees a cute guy Logan completely freezes up, starts shuddering, and literally dies while the other sides try and and get him to focus. Kinda like the old saying “logic had gone out the window”

- he l o v e s glow sticks

- Throws actual temper tantrums when he gets upset.

- Is the tallest side.

- He has rainbow pens. Each color of pen have a different use.

- Logan has the constellations painted with glow in the dark paint on his ceiling.

- Is the mom side.

- Will bottle up all of his feelings until one day something sets him off and months worth of anger, sadness, and regret come spilling out of him in a violent sobbing and yelling breakdown that normally takes about an hour (with the other sides help) to calm down.

- He has the biggest problem with deceit as he is logic and deceits main purpose is to shift Thomas view away from what’s factual. This often results in Logan taking his anger and frustrations out on deceit, only to regret it later.

Patton/Morality:

- is super insecure and uses jokes to hide how much he hates himself.

- He stress bakes. A few times the other sides have had to stop him because if you let him he’ll bake cookies/other treats for hours on end.

- He has no pain tolerance and cries when he dose stuff like accidentally biting his tongue, or pulling his hair while he’s brushing it.

- Is the third tallest side

- Has a small heart shaped birth mark on the back of his neck.

- He keeps a swear jar and makes the other sides but in a quarter ever time they say something worse than “oh my god”.

- Loves plants plants with a burning passion. He has a little army of succulents in his room and has named each of them.

- He is an expert at making flower crowns.

Roman/Princey:

- he’s severely lactose intolerant but he still eats/drinks dairy products anyways because he would rather die than give that up

- Randomly burst into song. Usually at very inconvenient times.

- Is the second tallest side.

- He is extremely passionate about poetry and could go on for hours about his favorite works of literature.

- Absolutely loves wearing high heals and long flowy dresses

- Gets to run around in the dream realm while Thomas is asleep and have his princely adventures.

Virgil/Anxiety:

- Can pick up all the other sides and has no problem dragging them around when he wants them to do something. He can just throw anyone of them over his shoulder and they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

- Snorts when he laughs.

- Is the forth tallest side.

- Has a serious guilt complex.

- F R E K L E S

- He is easily flustered.

- He used to self harm

- Virgil knows all the first aid a person would need to know. He's become the local nurse.

- Constantly making vine/meme references.

- Is slightly touched starved.

- Virgil is Asexual

- owns a lot of heavy duty sweaters because heavy sweaters make him feel safe and help his anxiety.

-used to live with the dark sides (but that’s a whole nother post)

Deceit/my son:

- Deceit is color blind and can’t see the color red.

- Deceit knows when your lying. Not only that, but when you lie, he can also hear the truth. For example. If someone says “I’m okay” he knows how they are actually feeling and can literally hear them thinking “I hate myself” or something along those lines.

- He’s really self conscious about his name, so much so that not even the other dark sides know his name and he normally just goes by Dee.

- He’s selectively mute. It normally only happens in really emotionally draining situations.

- When Deceit cries he also instinctively starts laughing because he’s trying to convince himself that he’s fine and he hopes that laughing will cover up how miserable he is. But in the end it just kinda comes out as a really sad and broken sobbing/laughing sound.

- Deceit is the shortest out of all of Thomas’s sides.

- He is afraid of heights, the fact that he is short and often has to climb on top of stuff to reach things dose not help.

- He has a huge pet python.

- Laughs like a classic disney villains when he gets exited. But it sounds more endearing that actually threatening.

- He doesn’t only regulate Thomas’s lies, he looks over the other sides lying as well.

- Has a really detailed and intricate half sleeve tattoo of a two headed snake on his left upper arm.

- Has an eating disorder. Will go days without eating. And when he dose eat it’s normally something really small. He’s also insecure about eating in-front of other people. So when he dose eat he’ll normally just take it to his room.

- He cries when he eats because he’s disappointed in himself and sometimes he ends up forcing himself to throw up after eating.

- Has nightmares a lot and often wakes up terrified and/or in tears. But thanks to his selective mutism he is unable to scream or cry out in his sleep.

- Makes a lot of vine jokes with Virgil

- Is extremely sensitive to yelling and can’t stand being yelled at. A lot of the time he isn’t able to talk when getting yelled at because of his selective mutism and will kinda just freeze up and take the abuse. (Unless it to much for him to handle, then he’ll just start silently crying)

- Is extremely touch he’d starved. It’s to the point that he wants affection, but as soon as he gets it he gets scared and doesn’t want it anymore.

- he has the fluffiest hair but is really embarrassed about it so that’s why he wears a hat

- has had several panic attacks over his scales and has actually tried to pry them of. He’s only ever been able to remove one but it was so excruciatingly painful that he dares not do it again and just settles for scratching at them.

- Deceit can be a flirty motherfucker when he wants to be.

- Will randomly brake out in songs of different genres. (But will change lyrics to fit his sexual preference) Just like

- Deceit: I KISSED A -boy- AND I LIKED IT!!”

Logan: omg sTFU!!!

Or like

Deceit: You remind me of the babe~!! *changes

voice pitch* what babe?!

(If you know that song I love you)

And all the sides collectively just sigh.

@sympathetic-deceit-trash

@devil-towne

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ghost-format · 5 years

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Let’s do this >:)

Wholesome content for fanders.

Headcannon.

The Dark sides want to be accepted as part of Thomas, weather anyone Acctually likes them or not. They had a plan to send Virgil out first, then the rest of them would follow.

When Virgil was finally accepted by Thomas and the sides, the rest of the dark sides all had a big ‘ol celebration. They attempted to make a cake, and also made cookies incase the cake went wrong. There were streamers hung, and those party horns that they’d blast to scare Virgil when he came down for the celebration, them all having a good laugh. That night they would stay up late watching horror movies, and making fun of them before throwing half-burnt popcorn at eachother when they didn’t agree on how the next person would die. Turns out none of them were right. By the time they woke up the next morning, they were covered in blankets and sitting on either a random piece of furniture, the pillow dungeon (pillow fort, but they call it a dungeon), or sprawled across the floor, possibly drooling slightly. The room was a mess, but they had almost just as much fun cleaning it up.

#sandersides #darksides #virgil sander #virgil sanders #deceit sander #deceit sanders #remus sander #remus sanders #wholesome #headcannon #sandersides headcannon #sypathetic dark sides #sypathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #I had to #I couldn’t help it #now take it

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ask-deceit-and-virgil · 5 years

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Maybe try talking to the other sides about it? Virgil specifically seems to be very set on you being a bad person. Very stubborn person, really.

Deceit: Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to talk about it with them. And as soon as the weeks are over I’m telling them. But I have no way to contact them when locked in the dark side of the mindscape. Patton and Roman are very powerful sides, breaking a lock that they combined to make will be next to impossible.

Deceit: When we are locked here no one can come in or out. We can try to break the lock, but it will be very difficult and take mass amounts of time and energy to do so. So I have decided to wait it out.

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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for the ask meme: A, T, and U? (how did you come up with the title of "dragon slayer", any fandom tropes you can't stand, and what's a pairing you might like to write for, but haven't tried yet?)

A: How did you come up with the title to [Dragon Slayer]?

... haha funny story, actually. it’s because roman was going to slay a dragon; thus, he is a dragon slayer *awkward finger guns*

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

no, i don’t think so... maybe like really angsty major character death ones, but i can’t think of any tropes off the top of my head

U: A pairing you might like to write for, but haven't tried yet.

demus sounds pretty funny. i’ve written things for almost all of the sanders sides ships except dlamp, moceit/patceit, and anxceit (plus the new remus ones, obviously), but idk. demus just seems fun for a funny, stupid romance or as like villains in love. lots of potential!

fanfic ask meme

#ts deceit #ts remus #sypathetic deceit #kind of but like #whatever #lemonyellowlogic

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the-ghost-of-pastels · 6 years

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Just think (angst)

Deceit shapeshifting into Joan or any of Thomas' friends to get Thomas to hug him, bc he wouldn't any in any other circumstance.

Okay back to your regularly scheduled fluffy art

#thomas sanders #ts #sanders sides #deceit sanders #sypathetic deceit #angst #ts angst

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remusownsmyuwus · 5 years

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Perfectly Real Chapter 1

Genre: Angst. If you don't want to read unresolved angst, don't read.

Summary: Logan is tired of everything, and eventually, he snaps.

Warnings: Insults, depression, intrusive/suicidal thoughts, alcohol, unrequited love, manipulation, Deceit, there's probably more so just hmu and I'll change it. There will be abuse and manipulation later, so don't get attached to this story if you can't handle seeing that later.

Pairings: None (for this chapter)

Words: 1,195

Note: all the characters in this are morally gray. They can all be seen as sympathetic or not. If you don't want to see characters being morally gray, this isn't a fic for you. This fic is tagged Perfectly Real, so if you don't want to see it, block that tag.

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He was sick of it. Sick of everything. Sick of the world and the people in it. And he wasn’t even a person, not something more than a figment of Thomas’s imagination. Every insult, every biting remark stuck to his brain like tar, and it was slowly, slowly dragging him down. His thoughts were a poison that he kept on drinking, pulling him lower and lower. Well, lower than he already was. It wasn’t the only poison he was drinking, now. It was unhealthy and illogical and stupid, but the wine numbed everything, took off the edge so the bottle on his bedside table was a permanent decoration.

Logan sat on the floor, reclining against the side of his bed, staring absently at the wall in front of him, it’s cool, dark gray staring back. He knew he should be working, the papers neatly organized on his desk, waiting to be revised. He checked his watch-- 4:30. They would start filming the video soon, and he should get together and sober before then, and actually memorize his lines… and fact-check them, so he didn’t make a mistake again, but he lacked the energy to do anything more than swirl his glass and pick at a fraying thread on his pants.

“Logan, can you stop?” Patton’s voice echoed through his head, loud as ever.

“Look, Logan’s not here, let’s act like it,” Roman said coldly, his voice rippling through Logan’s memory.

The insults stung, sure, they were getting tiring and his drinking habit was getting out of hand… but were they wrong? Didn’t they have the right to criticize Logan? Rude, uncaring, unfeeling, cold, calculating, logical Logan. Logan who only cared if there was a mess to clean up, Logan who talked too much and listened too little. Logan checked his watch. 4:50. He got up, dusting himself off and straightening his tie. He set his wineglass on his bedside table and sunk down.

“Hello, Thomas. Is there anything I can do to help before we begin filming?” His speech was a little fuzzy, the wine making him care a little less about enunciation.

“Uhhh, can you set up the tripod?” Thomas said without looking up, a pen in his mouth, hunched over a script making last-minute line changes. Logan pulled it out of its case, adjusting the legs as he let his mind wander.

They all hate you, said a voice whispering at the back of his mind. They hate being around you, they could function just fine without you dragging them down, the voice danced like fire, igniting his mind, but he ignored it. It could play its games later, when he was in his room, nursing a chardonnay.

The others began popping in, asking about lines, suggesting jokes and tiny edits.

“Please, Thomas, just one ‘infinetesimal’ joke! Please?” Patton said excitedly. Logan ignored it, finishing adjusting the tripod. He knew this was what he deserved for making a mistake. A stupid mistake.

He sunk out to review his lines before filming, but his mind wandered as his eyes glazed over, staring through the paper. He felt the pull at the back of his neck, they needed him. He sighed, rising up, script in hand.

“Alright, everyone! Time to start filming! Roman rises up first in this video, so everyone be quiet…” Thomas continued talking, but Logan stopped paying attention, letting the empty static fill his brain, He stared forward, his eyes crossing.

“Logan! Logan, it’s your line!” Thomas said, startling Logan.

“Apologies,” Logan said, shaking himself. He crouched down, then rose up. “Thomas, you’re overthinking this. You’re still suffering from cognitive distortions.” Logan said his line with an ounce of annoyance because that was what the role required.

“Listen, teach, I’m wrong a lot, but I have a bad feeling about this one…” Virgil mumbled into his hoodie. The conversation continued, and Logan paid it some attention, so he wouldn’t miss another queue. Roman was talking about grand gestures of love (at least that’s what Logan thought he was talking about? It just sounded like flowery nonsense) and Patton and Virgil were listening intently.

"... And besides, Thomas hasn't been on any dates lately, and he was really cute!" Roman finished, waving his hands wildly.

"Hey Logan!" Patton said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Logan looked at him cooly. "You could say the amount of dates Thomas has been on lately is--"

"Don't." Logan said, voice made of polished ice.

"--Infinitesimal?" Patton finished the joke, laughing a little.

"Thank you, Patton." Logan spat. The fury was barely held back in his voice, but none of them listened long enough to care.

"The number of dates Thomas has is almost as low as the number of fans Logan has!" Roman remarked, chuckling heartily. Virgil hid a snort behind his hand.

Oh. It was one of those lines. Where Thomas didn't tell the victim so the reaction would be more genuine.

"I don't have a line here, Roman, but that's not going to stop me." Logan looked at the camera, still recording. He turned to Patton, his gaze ice. "You're pathetic. Ruled by your emotions, you can't ever seem to be happy, and you're constantly holding Thomas back. Good and Evil are just nonsense that you live by, like an idiot," there were tears inside him, somewhere, but they weren't close to the surface yet, his face was still marble, his eyes still flint.

"Logan--" Virgil started, surprised.

"Anxiety," Logan cut him off. "If any Side were to win the reward for weakest, it would be you. You constantly fall apart, sniveling like a kicked puppy. You hold Thomas back, you overthink, you close yourself off because you fear betrayal, and rejection. I hope all your fears come true." Inside Logan, the dam was breaking. But he still had more to say. "And you," Logan said, turning toward the television. "Roman Creativity Sanders, are a waste of space and a disappointment to me in every possible way. Nothing you create will ever be good enough for me, because you are a terrible artist. And in the future, you will be forgotten, alone." Logan took a steadying breath and snapped his head toward Thomas. "You are the most ungrateful, unkind, and rude host I could have asked for. You all are infinitely disappointing and I'll be lucky to never see any of you again." Logan saw Patton tears, heard Virgil's quickened breathing, saw Roman's knuckles white in a fist, and Thomas's look of despair. But he couldn't seem to find it in himself to care. He sunk into his room.

"Now this won't do." Logan clapped his hands twice, summoning Deceit.

"Wow teach, that was little far, even for me."

"Are you going to help me move or not?" Logan said. Cold. Unfeeling. Apathetic.

"Fine, I'll show you your new room," Deceit said, walking out of Logan's room. "What should I call you? You aren't going to be Logic anymore." There it was. He wasn't something good anymore. He was something… Not evil, he thought, but free. Free of having to be good. He could just be himself.

"Call me Apathy," Apathy said.

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#Perfectly Real #this is chapter one!#deceit sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #tss #tssides #angst #hurt no comfort #just like... be warned this fic is sad time #all the characters are kind of morally gray in this #so unsympathetic and sypathetic to all of them

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serpent-face-and-flowering-heart · 6 years

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Sympathetic Deceit Day #3

You guys are amazing. Thank you for liking this story. We are half way though. So on with the story!

Day 3 Prompt: logeit

Logan woke up at 7:00 as per usual. He got out of his bed and went to put on his clothing that he had prepared the day before. However as there was a post-it note on his shirt.

‘Today is Opposite Day. Follow your regular schedule and you will find a note like this that has a backwards message.’

Suffice to say Logan was confused by the note, but he will along.

After getting changed, he left his room for breakfast. As he closed his bedroom door there was another note.

‘You don’t matter as much as the others’ He has no idea why this things are around the place.

Logan went to the bath room where he showered. After getting dried and dressed, he picked up hair brush with another note.

‘Without you everything would be balanced.’ Logan tried not to but he had to laugh. These notes are ridiculous, who ever made them didn’t put much thought into it. He pocketed the note, leaving to follow his schedule, kind of wanting to find the next.

Logan enter then kitchen, toasted some bread and grab his new favourite jam flavour, Loganberry. He found another note.

‘You don’t deserve this.’ Though it was only the third he had already learnt to filter the code. Who ever was writing this were trying to feed into his ego, luckily it was working. Dare he say he was enjoying these.

Once he had finished his breakfast and cleaned his plate at the sink, by now you could guess what he found.

‘You’re the stupidest out of all of us.’ Caught off guard for a minute by it, he had to remind himself of the true meaning. Come to think of it why does it being Opposite Day even matter. How hard was it to actually right something nice. This isn’t Patton, unless he thought Opposite Day was a real holiday. Logan put this one in the pocket with the others, he will try to figure out who this was. But of course after Sherlock.

Logan going to go to the lounge room but as he walked passed his door he pull the note off the door and went into grab the first. Then he went to desired location were he was surprised to find another on the notes on the remote. Sure the others knew about his love for Sherlock but they didn’t know then he watches it while the rest sleep in. What was actually more surprising was what it said.

‘I’m not sorry.’

Logan got the feeling he knew who this was now.

“Hello Logan.” Said side spun around.

“What are you doing here. I thought you weren’t able to get in here.” He voice across colder than he realised.

Deceit look offended but masked it with annoyance. “Roman let me in, a least for today.”

“What do you want?”

Deceit way his hand dramatically. “Why does does everyone think I want something or I’m doing something? Can’t I show up sometimes.”

Logan pulled the various notes out of his pocket. “No, that’s not something you would do. So what are these? Insults around my house.”

Deceit calmed down beginning his been preparing. “Out of context, what would you think I would do.”

“Lie.” How quick the response came kind of hurt.

“Therefore, I would be doing it know?” Logan nodded. “So why are those insults?”

“Because these were to be read backward?” Logan spoke as if was obvious.

Deceit smile with how well this is working out. “But all of them were a lie. Including the first. The Logical side was going to repainted but fell silent. “I just double deceived logic. I feel like a deserved and award. Bonus points I didn’t upset you.”

Logan looked down at the note in his hand. “What do you mean by your sorry?”

Deceit’s joy melted away. “I’m sorry I upset you. I know none of you wanted me to show up but I had to. If Joan didn’t forgive Thomas it could of destroyed their relationship. Lying left no room for the risk. But that’s not what I’m sorry for. Not everything I say is a lie. So when I said you were everyone’s favourite character, I was trying to sound like Patton. I thought that would be something he would say. To say he likes you is an understatement, he idealises you. So that’s what I’m sorry for.”

Logan suppresses his emotion, at the memory, the explanation and the miss judgment. “It didn’t bother me anyway.”

“Of course your Logic, your beyond emotions.” Logan dared to glance up, he was met with a smile. Not one of Patton’s sympathetic smiles, or Roman’s egotistic smile or even Virgil’s nervous smile, but a comforting smile. “However it is ok for logic feel. If he doesn’t want to show that to the others out of worry of judgement, then he can talk to someone who’s opinion doesn’t matter.”

Logan push the feelings creeping forwards back. He shouldn’t feel. He can deal with this differently, or forget about it.

Deceit walked closer to Logan and gently pulled him down on to the couch. He took his own hat off and placed it on the coffee table, he did the same with Logan’s glasses.

The logical side didn’t notice his glasses were gone until the world went fuzzy. He looked up at the other and realised with his vision like this he almost couldn’t tell who it was. “I have to be there for everyone. I have to be strong. If I let myself be emotional, I risk being weak. I’ll be fine if I just don’t feel.”

He felt the figure place a hand on his shoulder. “That not how it works. You’re not the only one who does this, the other do it too. You light sides hate the idea of deceit but won’t except the truth.” Logan felt the hand on his shoulder pull him closer so he was pressed against their body, his head on their shoulder. “No body is around, you be be as emotional as needed. You’re safe.”

Logan gripped on to Deceit’s shirt like it was a life line. He buried his face, as slowly tears started seeping out. It wasn’t as much and Deceit thought it would be, but he still comforted him. His hand moved up and down his back, as he could feel the deep, shaky breaths.

Deceit smiled down at the logical and his opening up. This deal was for the best, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

I apologise if this one isn’t as good tomorrow should be better.

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its-pronounced-quoassoint · 4 years

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Power Rangers AU-Chapter 4

Pairings: romantic Logicality, Prinxiety, Demus, Remile

This Chapter Features: Deceit(goes by Dee) centric storyline, Dee has virtiligo but covers it up with makeup-very dramatic and will be explained later

This Chapter Warnings: hostage, mentions of alcohol, brief mention of smoking, sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus

Credit for this AU goes to @when-day-met-the-knight (specifically this post).

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Dee doesn’t hate his life. At least when it came to school. Dee was the ‘second in command’ to the most popular girl in their school and took that position in stride. If there was a rumor going around, Dee was likely the one who started it. He knew whether any rumor was true or false and knew exactly how to manipulate the situation to make himself come off perfect.

Dee had to admit, his high school life waas certainly better than he could imagine. Every flick of his hand is met with a faithful servant. Every teacher turning a blind eye when he skipped. An invitation to any party anyone was having.

All of this, and the only thing Dee has to do is be Kayley Harlem's ‘gay best friend’.

Through Kayley, he met Roman and Remus. Roman, another gay boy for Kayley to sit by in class for clout during school hours, and Remus, the one who helped her skip and get alcohol or something to smoke.

Roman was certainly not close to Dee. The two had flirted a lot when they first met, but Roman stopped that after a week for reasons he wouldn’t explain. Dee didn’t quite mind. Nothing would ever happen between the two and he knew it.

However, it was the other twin that Dee found himself oddly close to. He never knew what Remus meant to him, but he did mean something. Remus was insane and gross, but there was something spontaneously sweet about him that Dee liked. He wished he could describe or understand it, but that lead him down a path he had never been before. A path that Dee felt was best left undiscovered

Dee rarely found himself regretting his situation. It had been like this since he joined the school in Sophomore year, and he'd grown used to his place.

Like usual, Dee, Kayley, and Remus were sitting in the back bathroom of McDonald’s across the street from their school. It was probably fourth hour, but Dee didn’t know exactly. Kayley was playing on her phone and texting some guy while Remus lazily stretched out on the sink counter. He munched on fries and slightly bobbed his head to whatever music he listened to. As Dee was about to reach up and grab a fry from Remus, the door to the bathroom opened.

“Seth!” Kayley cheered. She stood up and gave Seth a look. “Ready to go?”

“Yup.” Seth nodded, reaching a hand around her waist and leading her out the door.

“Don’t wait around Dee. I’ll see ya later m’kay.” Kayley waved.

Dee nodded though he knew she wasn’t paying attention to his reply. The bathroom was left in almost silence. The ventilation whirred as Dee laid back once again, the faint sounds of Remus’s music drifting to his ears.

“You don’t have to stay you know.” Remus stirred.

“What?” Dee asked, sitting up to look at Remus.

“You don’t have to stay here. I know you only really hang around me because of Kayley.” Remus shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “And she did tell you to not wait around.”

“Remus wh-“

“And it’s not like you want to hang around me anyway. I mean, you did say so yourself. Just leave like I know you want to.”

“Remus I swear-you’re still on that?!” Dee shot back angrily.

“Dee. I’m literally repeating everything you told me.” Remus stated calmly, though something about his voice put Dee on edge.

“I was drunk!”

“Barely. You’ve got a high tolerance and had maybe a few sips. If I’m being generous.” Remus finally peered over at him.

Dee hated that. That look in Remus’s eyes. He just hated Remus’s eyes in general. His irises were so dark and shined like he could burst into tears at any moment. Why, of he and Roman, did Remus have to be the one with with tearful eyes? You could never tell what Remus was thinking when he looked at you. Dee heard people say eyes are the gateway to the soul. If that was true then Remus’s soul must be the most vague, unreadable thing in existence.

“Remus, I didn’t mean it li-“

“You said it literally last week.” Remus quirked an eyebrow.

"Look. I'm-"

The ground shook. Faint screaming from outside the McDonalds as well as the monstrous cries of those aliens attacking their town replaced the growing tension in the bathroom. Both boys groaned.

"Again? What is this stupid prince's deal?!" Remus pulled his earbuds out annoyed.

"Prince?" Dee asked.

"Nothing. Just get somewhere safe." Remus brushed it off.

"Where are you going? Shouldn't we stick together?" Dee said, his voice a little more desperate than he would have preferred to admit.

"Dee, just keep yourself safe okay? I gotta go." Remus said hurriedly. He rushed out of the bathroom, leaving a very baffled Dee to watch the door as it swung.

"You're hiding something Remus." Dee mumbled curtly.

He walked out of the bathroom warily and searched for Remus. As he stared out the windows something flew dangerously low above the McDonald's. The employees were crouched behind the counter and began whisper-shouting for him to join them.

"That guy in a green sweatshirt. Where'd he go?" Dee asked.

"Hopped the counter, through the kitchen, and out the employee exit to the back alley." The oldest worker recalled.

"Thanks." Dee followed Remus's movements out the door.

As he walked out the door and into the alley Dee could see flashes of light. He stared as the Green, Pink, and Blue Rangers stood in the alley.

"Anyone see Thomas?" The Pink Ranger asked.

The voice coming from the Ranger was familiar to Dee, but muffled and it began annoying him that he couldn’t tell who’s voice that was.

"He's covering the breech on Copper's street." The Blue Ranger stated. "He'll be over here soon."

"Where the hell is my brother?" The Green Ranger stamped his foot.

"What did I say about swearing?" The Pink Ranger crossed his arms and sighed.

"Seriously? You're holding me to that?" The Green Ranger turned to Pink.

"What are you three doing just standing around?!?!" The Red Ranger called as he ran into the alley.

"Where were you?" The Blue Ranger asked in an annoyed tone.

"At the meeting spot! We said behind thrift shop!"

"We said McDonald's." Blue pointed out.

"What!?! When did we ever-"

"Okay kiddos! Aliens first! Arguing later!" Pink shouted to get their attention.

"Right!" The Red Ranger turned on his heels and began running. Quickly followed by the other three.

Dee watched them go, following quietly until the end of the alley. The Blue Ranger summoned the seperated ends of his lance and knelt down. Suddenly the Pink Ranger, from several yards ahead, turned and began sprinting toward the Blue Ranger. He jumped on the ends of the lance and the Blue Ranger boosted the Pink one into the air. As the Pink Ranger went up the Blue Ranger connected his lance and held it out for the Pink Ranger to balance on. Blue used all of his force to boost Pink into the air. He landed on the roof of the nearest shop and summoned a bow to shoot the minions. The Blue Ranger ran up to the Red Ranger, who dipped his broad sword so Blue could catapult himself off the blade and spear several minions at once. The Red Ranger and Green Ranger stood back to back, hacking away at whatever minions came close.

Dee watched in awe as they fought. Sure, they were sloppy, but it was evident they were working as a team. At least as close to a team as they could get.

"Ooo, who're you?" An unnerving voice behind him asked.

Dee turned quickly. The person stood a little taller than him. The only thing Dee could really see about their features, were six glowing purple eyes.

"I-I-" Dee stumbled out of the alley not knowing how to react.

"Doesn't really matter who you are, I guess. Those Rangers will risk anything just to save some random person. Humans are sympathetic like that." The person stepped into the light of the sun with Dee, revealing the crown and dark hair that shadowed their face. "Well, sypathetic may not be the right word. I think it's more stupiditiy than sympathy."

Suddenly the person had a hold of Dee's shirt and a cloud of darkness surrounded him.

When Dee opened his eyes, he was standing in a wide open area. It appeared as though he was in the middle of a construction zone, but no workers, or really anyone, was around.

"Where-"

"It's some new building." The person said from a few feet away.

"Oh." He stared at the dark person, something about them was unnatural. Wrong. Like they weren't really what Dee was seeing. “Why are you doing this?" Dee asked not really knowing where he was taking the conversation.

"I don't have a choice. It's just what I gotta do." They sighed.

"Why?"

"Cause it's the only way to get this stupid planet under control."

"Why do you want us under your control?" Dee asked.

"Why do you ask so many questions." The person said in a fake, shrill, voice.

"Jeez you're fun." Dee sarcastically commented.

"Oh shut up. The Rangers will be here any second." The person looked around. "I just want this over."

It was quiet. Dee felt beads of sweat fall down his face. He didn't know what to do. He felt like he could run, but if he tried this, well, whatever this person was, could definitely hurt him. Dee's mind couldn't focus. There was so much. It was too quiet. Like all destruction had seased. Leaving Dee to his thoughts. The sun was too bright and the person holding him captive was too calm.

"Are you sure this is it?" A voice asked. It was distant.

"Well, the minions were certainly trying to run this way, and seemed focused on this building." Someone replied. "I would know for sure if you had listened to my plan-"

"I get it!! I get it!!" Another voice jutted in.

"How do we even know it's gonna be him?" The voices were getting louder. Footsteps closer. Dee's breathing became more erratic. "I mean who knows what other-"

The voices stopped. The Rangers stepped into Dee's view and were all caught off-guard.

"I-I-uh," The Pink Ranger tried to speak.

"Dee?" The Green Ranger croaked.

"Is that your name?" The villain asked.

"Um-"

"I'll take that as a yes." The villain shrugged. "How's it going Rangers?"

"What are you doing?" The Red one took a step forward.

"Me? Oh, you know, a little trade." The villain chuckled. "Hand over the morphers or the human comes with me."

"What?" The Green Ranger said darkly, taking a step with Red.

"You heard me. Give up the morphers." The villain pulled Dee closer and summond a little ball of flame, pointing it toward Dee.

"That's not how the morphers work." The Blue Ranger stated.

"You can't just take them off. They choose the wearer. They choose the Ranger." The Pink Ranger began.

"Don't even try to trick me! Give them up or he's not coming back!" The villain put the flame closer to Dee's face.

"Listen to them! They know what they're talking about! You can't just hand them over!" The Green Ranger strained, tensing when the fire got closer to Dee.

"No! No, no, no!! You're just trying to trick me and I won't fall for it!!"

"We aren't lying! I mean it! You can't give them up!" The Pink Ranger stepped closer.

"Don't make this difficult! I will take him! I'll take more than him if I have to! Just hand them over!!" The flame was getting too close. Dee felt the fire's heat and yelped.

"Dee! Oh god, please just stop! Don't hurt him please!" The Green Ranger walked forward.

"No!! Don't come any closer!!"

The heat was too much. Dee yelped again and wimpered.

"Okay, okay, okay I won't! Just let him go!" The Green Ranger begged.

"You can't take them off, we told you. You lost!" The Red Ranger stated.

"You're lying!" The villain sneered.

"We're not! I promise we're not!" The Green Ranger almost sobbed. "I-I-I'll prove it!"

"How?" The villain pulled the fire away and loosened his grip on Dee.

"Yeah how?" The Pink Ranger turned to Green.

The Green Ranger pulled his hands up in front of his chest.

"Remus no!" The Blue Rnager tried, but it was too late.

“Green Ranger, deactivate.”

Dee closed his eyes hastily, until opening them slowly to see Remus standing there in place of the Green Ranger. His face was a mix of attempted confidence and fear. His eyes dangerously close to spilling tears.

"Remus?" Dee squeaked.

"I can prove it." Remus stated, his voice barely shaking. "Try for yourself! You can't take it off."

The villain’s grip on Dee loosened further and he let the fire fizzle out quickly, moving his hand to attempt to yank at the green band on Remus’s wrist. It didn’t work. The band only tightened around him.

“No.” The villain’s voice wavered as he whispered. “No, no, no, god no. Please.”

“We told you. They don’t come off.” Remus said, trying his hardest to keep his voice steady.

“No, no, no.” Dee felt as the prince’s hand went slack and fell.

He looked over at the Rangers and saw the pink one gesturing for him to run behind them. Dee moved to do so, but stopped quick, turning to see if the villain was paying attention to him. When he looked at the villain’s face, his stomach dropped.

“Why, why.” The villain croaked, voice barely above a whisper. “I-I-I can’t keep-I can’t-this doesn’t-“

“There’s no use in trying.” Remus said calmly.

“I-It’s, um, you don’t have to keep doing this.” Dee began, he didn’t know at all when he was saying. “You can stop.”

“He’s right.” The Pink Ranger began. “Virgilius, you can stop this. You don’t have to do this. You-“

“You’re being forced to do this aren’t you?” Dee began. He saw as the villain, Virgilius apparently, softened his hold on Remus. Eyes faltering.

“I-I-“

“It’s okay.” Dee tried to muster a smile. “You don’t have to do this. You can stop.”

“No, I-“

Dee felt it before he knew anything was happening. A strong hold on his wrist, metal collapsing around him. He gasped and pulled his wrist up to his eye level in slight shock. There the yellow morpher was, collapsed around him.

The room was silent.

“Gosh.” The Pink Ranger borough his hands to where his mouth would be.

“Dee you’re-“ Remus started.

“I knew it! You Rangers pretend you care! You act! You lie! You lie and lie and lead me to think!!” Virgilius stepped away hastily. “All humans do is trick! And lie!”

“No! No this isn’t a trick!” The Red Ranger said quickly.

“I promise this isn’t-I’m not-there's-“ Dee, for once in his life, didn’t have the words. There was just so much going on. He was a Ranger now. A Power Ranger. The Yellow Power Ranger.

“No I'm not falling for it! I’m not falling for your human schemes!!!” The villain summoned fire in his hands and began his attack.

“Dee!” Remus tackled him to the ground, the prince’s fire ball barely missing the two.

Dee stared up at Remus shakily still processing the events. He saw the bright pink, blue, and red flashes of light as the respective Rangers summoned their weapons and began battling.

“Thanks.” Dee said, just loud enough for Remus to hear.

“No problem.” Remus grunted, lifting himself off of Dee and sitting on his knees next to him. “Where’s emo?”

“Not sure.” The Red Ranger answered.

Dee sat up to find himself alone with the other Rangers. No villain in sight.

“He just left?” Dee asked.

“He tends to do that.” The Blue Ranger shrugged.

The Pink Ranger walked over to Dee and crouched down, extending a hand. “Pink Ranger deactivate.”

Dee stares back in Patton’s kind eyes as the Ranger armor faded to light.

“Welcome to the team.” He said with a slight giggle.

Dee gave Patton the smile he had reserved for him alone and took the extended hand.

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Deceitber Day One: Baby it’s Cold Outside

A/N: Okay, I guess I’m doing this! I’ll try to write one every day of December. Day One: Humming to Christmas Music. Song lyrics from the original tune “Baby it’s Cold Outside”. Enjoy!

TW: Demus centered and implied, Overworked Remus, Sympathetic Remus, Sypathetic Deceit, kissing, alcohol.

Summary: When Remus becomes a workaholic, Deceit has a plan to take him away from his work for good.

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“Remus! Come on! You need to take a break, darling!” Deceit called to his boyfriend, who stood hunched over a desk, focusing his energy creating something. Something that has taken nearly the entirety of the day, Remus never even stopping for a break.

“Five more minutes, Dee.” Remus said, not even looking up. “It’s nearly finished, I promise.”

“Remus, you said that over a hour ago!” Deceit hissed. Stomping his foot angrily, he had had enough. He grabbed Remus’s arm, teleporting them inside a cabin in the imagination, a blizzard raging on outside.

“Dee, please...”

Deceit snapped his fingers as a familiar tune began to play. “Come on, darling.” He said, smiling. “a break never hurt anyone. Besides, it’s freezing outside. Ssstay here. With me.”

Remus shook his head, standing. “I really can’t stay.” He sang along with the tune. Deceit took his lead.

“But, baby it’s cold outside.”

Remus started walking to the door. “I've got to go away.”

“But baby it’s cold outside.” Deceit said, taking his arm and pulling him close. Remus looked a bit flustered, but tried to keep his cool.

“This evening has been...”

Deceit smiled. “Been hoping you’d drop in.”

“...so very nice.” Remus said, trying to pull away and head for the door.

Deceit raised up his hand intertwined with Remus’s. “I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.” Deceit said, cupping Remus’s head with his other hand, and Remus pulled away quickly, turning toward the door, his creation on his mind.

“My mother will start to worry...”

Deceit stood in the way. “Beautiful, what’s your hurry?”

Remus tried to squeeze past him. “My father will be facing the floor...”

Deceit cut him off. “Listen to that fireplace roar...”

“So really I’d better scurry...” Remus said, turning the handle on the door, until Deceit pinned him up against it, lips inches apart.

“Beautiful please don’t hurry...”

Remus smiled, trying to hide his shocked blush at how close they were. “But maybe just a half a drink more...”

Deceit scooped Remus up, giggling, placing him on the couch. “Put some records on while I pour...”

Deceit summoned some wine and set it on the table. Remus looked nervously toward his brother’s castle in the distance.

“The neighbors might think...”

Deceit leaned on his shoulder. “Baby, it’s bad out there...”

Remus looked down at the wine, swishing it around. “Say, what’s in this drink?”

“No cabs to be had out there...” Deceit sang, cuddling his boyfriend close.

Remus looked up at his snake boyfriend, noticing they way his eyes sparkled. “I wish I knew how...”

“You eyes are like starlight now...”

“To break this spell...” Remus sang, leaning in closer, his hands on Deceit’s chest.

“I’ll take your hat,” Deceit sang, ruffling Remus’s hair, giggling. “Your hair looks swell...”

Remus looked toward the window again. “I really can’t stay...”

Deceit waved his hands, almost dismissing it. “Get over that old out...” He suddenly smirked, an idea coming to mind as he slid his arms over Remus’s shoulders.

They locked eyes, singing together. “Baby it’s cold...Baby it’s cold outside-!” Deceit quickly locked lips with his boyfriend, Remus, shocked at first, melted into the kiss. They eventually pulled away, both smirking.

“Not a bad singer, Dee.”

“Not so bad yourself, Rem.”

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sutekiredux · 6 years

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I need me some Sypathetic Deceit right now, holy fuck.

#sympathetic deceit #ts #ss #sanderssides #sanders sides #damian sanders #damien sanders #deceit sanders #thomas sanders #dreamer txt #dreamer babbles

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rainbowplaidvirgil · 6 years

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Cinnamon cookies - Chapter 7

Wow, we’re finally actually kind of starting to get into the analogical but not really?

Special thanks to vegetarianwater for being my beta!

Warnings: Sypathetic deceit, panic attcks, really vague mention of injury

Taglist (this doesn;t get reblogged often so I figure its safe): @cyberpunkjinx @bunny222 @anarchicrealist @temmiecupcake @ab-artist @phlying-squirrel

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The school was evacuated quickly, and Virgil stood in the crowd of boisterous teens, hands shoved in his pockets. Near-transparent smoke rose from the end of the building opposite the end Virgil had been in. So there was some sort of actual fire. That left a sinking feeling in his gut, and he found his mind wandering to his brother, to Thomas, to Logan. He found himself scanning the hordes of teens and teachers, looking for their familiar faces. He found Logan first, who was actually walking towards him.

“Do you know what happened?” Virgil asked once Logan was within earshot.

“I think it was an accident… involving some sort of warm beverage? I’ve only managed to gather bits and pieces of the story, although I know something blew up, and then proceeded to set something on fire, clearly,” he gestured to the pillar of smoke.

“Well that's not at all weird. Anyway, did you happen to see Thomas or Dee on your way over here?” he silently prayed that Logan had seen both and he was worrying for nothing.

“Thomas and Dee…” Logan’s face twisted for a second as he tried to remember who Virgil was referring to, “Dee is the one that looks like you, right?”

“Yes, he’s my twin. Thomas is the one who wears the brightly colored t-shirts.”

“Uh, I think i might have seen Thomas. I haven't seen your twin, though.”

Virgil’s frown deepened, that subtle sense of dread further twisting up his insides. Something was wrong. His brain screamed. Dee should have found you by now. He's hurt, or he’s dead, or something far far worse than you could ever imagine. He-

His thoughts were cut off by the sound of Logan's voice.

“Virgil, you’re hyperventilating. Please try to match my breathing. May I put my hand your shoulder? I’m not sure if social rules dictate that appropriate to the situation.”

Virgil looked up at Logan, who had a hand raised hesitantly towards Virgil’s shoulder.

“Go…. Go for it.” He focused on the rise and fall of Logan's chest, trying to sync his breathing to the steady motion. The hand on his shoulder was gentle, but he felt it enough to focus on the pressure. Focus on the neutral, Picani’s voice rang in his brain, maybe Dee is fine.

Eventually, his erratic breathing slowed.

“Okay, good, I was worried,” Logan said, “are you feeling better?”

“A little bit? My chest still feels like it's being crushed with an anvil but I can breathe like a human now so, progress or whatever.”

“... I am still very concerned about you.”

“You and everyone else I know.”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair “Okay, cool, I’m not alone in that. Good to know. Maybe we should go look for your brother.”

“Yeah. Yeah that’d help,” Virgil nodded determinedly.

The two wandered among the crowd, looking for Dee and avoiding teachers who told them to go back to their groups. The longer they looked, the more Logan glanced back at Virgil, and the more the dread consumed the shorter of the two. By the five minute mark, it clawed at his insides like a rabid animal, and he found himself breathing quickly again, which the ever-observant Logan noticed in an instant.

“Hey, just because we have yet to find him, does not mean he is not here. There are a lot of people. We very well could have missed him,” Logan tried to reassure, but Virgil looked in his eyes and saw fear there, and he knew Logan would not have missed him if they passed him.

Virgil fought back tears. He was scared now, that dread in his stomach blossoming into fear, into panic that clawed its way up his esophagus, burning at his throat and face. He found himself on the pavement, suddenly, knees drawing up to his chest as he vaguely registered Logan’s silhouette dropping down to his level.

“Virgil, I understand you are upset, but I need you to breathe. Can you breathe for me?”

Virgil struggled to calm his breathing, but only managed a few panicked gasps for air.

“Okay.. right, not helping… um, fuck, shit, what was that thing Taz taught me….” Logan muttered to himself.

“Virgil!”

Thomas rushed over to Virgil, kneeling on the pavement next to him

“Virge, dude, breathe in, four seconds. 1, 2, 3, 4.” Thomas urged, and Virgil did his best to breathe in as Thomas instructed, hoping his lungs were cooperating now.

“Good. Now hold it for seven,” Thomas counted to seven, and Virgil could feel the air pressing against his cheeks. He focused on that feeling.

“Alright, almost through the first one. Breathe out for eight,” his foster brother continued to count out eight counts, and Virgil released the breath he had been holding, letting that little bit of lightheadedness take over his brain as he exhaled more oxygen than he had taken in. He repeated the breathing a few more times, eventually being calm enough to regain his composure.

“You good, dude?”

Virgil nodded.

“Yeah, yeah im- im good. I guess,” he sighed, “you- you haven't seen Dee around anywhere, have you?”

He hated the way the last part came out squeaky and shaky. He didn't want to sound as scared as he was, but, here he found himself, most definitely sounding as scared as he was.

Thomas frowned, and shook his head, and it took all of Virgil’s strength not have another breakdown. It seemed almost a guarantee that Dee was hurt, or worse. Virgil didn’t want to think about the worse. He refused to. He had to keep it together.

A person approached the trio, who Virgil was pretty sure he recognized as the counselor. They had a concerned look on their face.

“Are you Virgil Mallory?” he asked once he was within speaking distance.

Virgil only nodded.

“Oh, well, um, the firefighters just got him out of the building. I’ve heard he’s pretty bad, and they are taking him to the hospital right now. Your… Dad… is coming to pick you and your uh- brother, up.”

“... Okay. Thanks.”

He pulled in a shaky breath, and Thomas frowned.

“Damn, I’m sorry to hear that, Virge.”

“Likewise. Do you need comforting? I am aware that I am… less than perfect at it, but I can attempt to be of some comfort?” Logan offered awkwardly.

Virgil glanced at him, tears blurring the edges of his silhouette just enough that his usual sharpness was made soft. It sent something through his heart that he didn't quite have the energy to address, given the circumstances.

“Can I hug you?”

“If it will make you feel better, then I suppose I would not be adver-”

Logan didn’t even get to finish the sentence before he was nearly knocked over by the force of Virgil’s hug, though luckily for both of them, he did manage to keep his balance. Virgil was clinging to him, and if he was getting some tears in Logan’s shirt, Logan wasn't saying anything, which he was grateful for.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“... Of course.”

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crowsciphers · 6 years

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Did sypathetic deceit week start today?

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serpent-face-and-flowering-heart · 6 years

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Sympathetic Deceit Week Day 1

I decided to try the sympathetic deceit week prompts. This is my first actual fanfic so I’ll make this short and get on with the story.

Day 1 Prompt: friendship

Deceit isn’t saying he doesn’t like the other dark side. They’re just don’t understand his meaning of fun. What they do for fun is either boring, risky, dangerous or insane. The was one person who understood him, but he was gone. And boy did he miss his anxious partner in crime.

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They both snuck in to the light mind palace. He was proud of Anxiety this was one of his more riskier plans. “We need to find the right spot, and know what he is.” And they crept past the stairs, they hear singing. Deceit ducked down and Anxiety followed.

“This is a prank fit for a prince.” Deceit whispered in a sing-song voice. As the voice started descending the stairs they raised the arms, ready to launch the water balloons. Right and Princey left the staircase and turned towards them he froze.

He knew what was coming, “no don’t you da-” in unison two water balloons hit him, one in the chest, the other his face. The house was filled with a shriek followed by laughter. “You’re so dead!” Princey snapped him finger making his outfit dry but leaving his hair soaking, and making a bucket appear in his hands.

Now it was Anxiety and Deceit’s turn to freeze, “Hey, Prince, no hard feelings?” He response what’s the bucket being thrown.

“Well, it was a pleasure as always.” Said Deceit sinking out with Anxiety.

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Deceit chuckled at the memory, he had planned for his day to be self-loathing after reminding him of what is missing. Just as always we felt the urge to go see his old friend, but it wouldn’t work Virgil is different now, he was with the light sides and being around to much would risk reviling himself to Thomas. Deceit held his head in his heads for a minute before he his epiphany. Thomas knows who he is now, he had been hiding for so long it was normal to stay a secret that he forgot about impersonating Patton.

He ran his finger through his hair, put on his hat and appeared in Thomas lounge room. “Hello Thomas, I need you for something.” He put on his regular villain voice, despite what he want to do he has a reputation to uphold.

If he dare let down his persona to anyone else they might not take him seriously, he was Deceit, to show who he truely is wouldn’t be deceitful, resulting in people not thinking he could do his job. It didn’t matter how he felt, all sides had a priority, play there part in Thomas, then work on your issues. Don’t take a risk and have without you when needed, because you’ll suffer worse that way. That was what Virgil told him, and it makes sense.

“Deceit! What do you want?” Thomas was frightened, which means the plan is working.

“It simple, you just need to trust in me and all will be fine.” Deceit angled his head so the snake side was showing more. “You don’t want to get on my bad side.”

“No. I won’t do anything until you tell me what.” Despite the bravery he was trying to show, Thomas breathing was too fast to properly hide his anxiety.

Deceit took one step forward, “three”. Then another, “two”. To say Thomas was scared is any understatement. Then one last step standing right in front of Thomas. “On-“

“Hey,” a hand was placed on Deceits shoulder. “What are you doing?”

Virgil stood with actual bravery and little fear. “Virgil, what are you doing here?” Every word dripped with sarcasm.

“You obviously wanted me here. Why?”

Deceit first was what he did best, “I want you back with us.”

Virgil face switch between confused to amused quickly. That would have been considered that bad but then he started laughing. “You want me back?” He got out between laughs. “You were one of my closest friends, I know what that means.”

Deceit ducked him head and tried to hide behind his hat. “No it doesn’t, don’t say it.”

“You miss me.” Virgil cooed still laughing.

Deceit’s face was blushing red and his human half and a green on his scales. “No I don’t.”

“That’s a lie.”

“No its not”

“Your Deceit, you just deceiving me”

“NO IM EMBARRASSED” Deceit’s head shot up as he yelled, reviling his blush.

Virgil stopped his laughing, and smiled. It wasn’t mocking, it was genuinely happy. “I’m not going back.” Deceit’s face fell. “But your not like the other darks so here’s a deal. You have three days to get these guys to like you, nothing big, the you can stay. If however you do something to ruin what I have, then I will cause you as much anxiety and pain possible. Deal?”

All honestly, which is different for him, he was unsure if he wanted to take the deal, but if he didn’t he would regret it forever. He shook hand with Virgil, “how hard can it be?”

Thomas had no idea what to say or do.

Rather than one-shot this while be a small series.

#Sander sides #thomas sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #sympathetic deceit #kind of?#sypathetic deceit week #anxceit

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