Prompt 49. “At least i’m cozy now,” with sympathetic Deceit please c:

Hey there, thanks for the prompt! Enjoy some soft romantic Anxceit (with a background mention of Logicality)

Virgil let out a soft sigh as he flopped onto the couch, pulling the blanket close around him. It was ridiculously cold out, and though he had secretly hoped for soft snow, it was more ice and sleet than anything. To make matters worse, their heating system had gone out. He could hear his boyfriend pacing as he talked on the phone.

“Yes, Logan, we’re safe, I promise. We’re inside, and we have space heaters. The technician said they couldn’t make it here until tomorrow morning. Yes, we’re fine. Tell Patton we have plenty of food and water; it isn’t the power that’s gone out. Alright. We’ll see you once the weather starts clearing up. Love you gays too. Yes, I’ll tell him. Bye.”

Declan walked in and stood in front of Virgil, hands on his hips. “Lo and Pat said they love you. Now come on, I need your help.”

Virgil grumbled and shook his head. “Aw come on, Dee. It’s freezing in here. Can’t we just snuggle on the couch and watch movies? Everything else can wait.”

“I have to finish these orders; I need to send them out soon. Well as soon as this god-awful mess clears up.” He gestured towards the window and scowled. “It’s only October, what is even happening?”

Virgil shrugged and pulled his distracted boyfriend onto the couch next to him. “Hey! V, unhand me this instant!”

“Nope. You’ve been taken; deal with it, nerd.” Virgil grabbed more blankets and covered them both up. Declan grumbled but inched closer to Virgil until he was practically in his boyfriend’s lap.

“See? This isn’t so bad now is it, Dee?” Virgil asked.

“I suppose not. At least I’m cozy now. How are you so warm? I swear, you’re like a furnace.” Dee turned so he was facing Virgil and laid his head on his chest. Virgil hummed softly and kissed Dee’s hair.

“Does that make you a leech then, since you’re taking all my warmth?”

Declan made an offended hissing noise and looked up, glaring at him. “How dare you? I’m a snake, not a leech, thank you very much,” he said before kissing him. Virgil kissed back, running a hand through Dee’s hair.

Dee pulled back long enough to say “You’re right, this isn’t bad at all,” before kissing him again.

for the 4 word prompts: "Sorry, were you sleeping?" "Is that my shirt?" and/or "You love me, right?" w/moceit? -nick (you said i could combine them so i Did)

patton stirred from his nap at the sensation of a hand brushing through his hair. blinking slowly, his vision cleared until he could see just who it was that had woken him. deceit was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, combing fingers through patton’s tangled curls. he seemed perfectly content doing so - right up until patton reached forward and caught his wrist. 

“sssorry,” deceit whispered - the hiss always seemed exaggerated when he was trying to be quiet - “were you sssleeping?” 

patton smiled at him, soft and fond. “it’s okay. this isn’t a bad way to wake up.” 

patton kissed deceit’s fingertips before letting go and rolling off of his back and over onto his side. he shifted until he was comfortable again, the cushions not digging awkwardly into his back. it wasn’t until deceit continued with his gentle ministrations that patton noticed something. 

“is that my shirt?” he asked, eyeing the garment curiously. it was hard to tell with the v-neck sweater over top of it, but patton was pretty sure that was his floral print collared shirt underneath. 

deceit, to his credit, didn’t lose his composure entirely. patton was right there, though, and so he saw quite easily through his boyfriend trying to play it off as not being a big deal. 

“you love me, right?” he shot back instead of answering. 

patton, expression already affectionate and gaze already certifiable ‘heart eyes,’ somehow found himself that much deeper in love. “of course.” 

deceit huffed, as if not expecting such an earnest response. “it isn’t yours,” he said and patton recognized immediately the backwards speech. “i wasn’t looking for you and didn’t find this instead so i…” 

patton leaned closer and pressed a kiss to the tip of deceit’s nose. 

“understandable,” he murmured when deceit trailed off into flustered half-attempts at defending himself. 

perhaps afterwards, they’d talk about borrowing each other’s clothes without asking, but for the time being, patton was perfectly content in thinking about how cute deceit looked in his favored pastel colors. 

52 anxceit pleaseeee

Warning: Obviously Deceit is in this.

52: “Are you going to talk to me?”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

Virgil stood just outside of Deceit’s door. He’d noticed the snake lurking around the common area, but when Virgil fully turned to look at him he’d disappeared.

The others hadn’t noticed, but Virgil knew something was off.

Which was how he found himself in the hidden area of the mindscape, his back against Deceit’s door, staring at his old bedroom.

“Don’t go away.” Came the voice from inside. It sounded raw, as though he’d been crying.

Virgil sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “D, please. I know something’s wrong.”

No more words came, but the door unlocked. Virgil twisted the handle, stepping inside.

He’d forgotten what this room looked like. Every lie Thomas had ever told, written across the walls. The more it was told, the bigger it was.

Deceit was sitting on his bed, wrapped in a black blanket. His usual attire was replaced with yellow flannel pajamas.

“D? Can I sit?”

Deceit nodded, not looking up. Virgil sat next to him, reaching for one of his hands.

The second he touched the skin, he pulled back, concern flooding his features. “D, you’re freezing.”

“I d-d-didn’t know that.”

Virgil thought back to the others. They’d been watching a movie when he’d felt Deceit’s presence.

Then it clicked. Every time they watched a movie, they made a cuddle pile with blankets.

“Come on.”

The blanket fell from Deceit’s shoulders as Virgil yanked him to his feet. He hissed. “Where are we going?”

“Upstairs. I’ll wrap you up like a burrito and let you sleep in my lap.”

“That sounds horrible.”

The others didn’t bat an eye when Virgil showed up with Deceit in tow. Instead, they made room for them on the couch, letting the snake burrow into his blankets and nap happily in Virgil’s arms.

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Ooh uh, drawing idea Slithery boi holding a tiny snake that looks like him, (top hat, goofy eye, etc) bls

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Hi! Uh... I know Deceit isn't everyone's cup of tea. But if you are up for it, do you think some good ol' DLAMP/CALMD fluff? Just... I want the snek boi to be accepted by everyone, even if he doesn't know why. After all, his lying comes from a defense mechanism. It's not always malevolent.

It’s totally platonic, be warned.

Still going to add, Trigger warning for Deceit, just to be safe.

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“I got popcorn!” Patton practically paraded into the room, flopping on the couch next to the others. Logan sat in his chair, book in his lap despite Patton’s best efforts. Roman on the left side, fuzzy pajama pants in their full glory. Virgil on his right, burrowed into his hoodie, pulled over his head.

“The Little Mermaid, classic of all Disney classics!”

“The Little Mermaid dies at the end of her original fairy tale, and lures men to the sea as sea foam. And she originally had to knife the Prince in the back.”

“That is true.”

“Oh, don’t spoil it, gloom and gloomier!”

“Where’s Deceit?” Patton interrupted the quarrel, all three of them turning toward him with the speed of a sniper, three fingers all pointing to the floor. Deceit, curled up, dragon onesie, completely asleep even against the noise of the commons.

“Oh, that’s cute.”

They all vowed not to raise the subject of pictorial evidence until at least noon the following day.