Deceitfreckin Sanders

Deceit freckin’ Sanders

ya know what. It took me since Dee was first introduced up until about a month ago to realise I LOVE HIM. Like?? HOW??? Can??? You??? Not??? Like, yeah he’s a little rough around the edges, but so was Virgil. Maybe Dee is a bit more extreme but if you actually look at it, he’s doing what Virgil did. But, in honour of me finally realising Deceit Sanders is my lil’ slimy boi, here's me some Head Cannons I have come up with;

Deceit + Virgil Platonic: Virgil slowly realising that Deceit has fallen down the same path he did before he was accepted and slowly helping him integrate himself into the group by yelling discussing with the others why Deceit is valuable  and need as part of their team  Romantic: Virgil being the only one who gets what Deceit is going through and so he the snaky boi gets a mad schoolboy crush that Virgil notices but he doesn’t wanna do anything until Deceit is in a better mindset. Deceit kisses his cheek once and from them on, Virgil is high key gay and proud of his soft but slimy boyf

Roman + Deceit Platonic: Roman walking in on Deceit crying in the kitchen because he broke a mug on his foot and there’s blood everywhere and he sees Roman watching him and before Roman can even ask is he okay, Deciet is already apologising and saying he’ll clean it and is going to grab a towel and wincing as he takes a step and Roman realises just how fragile the boy is. And he just holds him and lets him cry it out. Romantic: Classic enimes to lovers trope. Roman hated Deceit until he saw him in a whole new light. Deciet is just tryna help Roman after Logon got mad case he missed a deadline by making him brownies. And they turn out really nice! And he walks to Roman’s room and leaves them their as a sercret but Roman catches him and soon realises that Dee is always helping them, him especially

Logon + Deciet Platonic: Logon being salty after the video where Deceit shuts him up and when he goes to shout it out, see the poor boy crying in his balck hole of a room. Notices the words on the walls of horrible messages. Confronts Virgil about it and Virgil explains that for the dark sides, every bad thing someone thinks of them, gets written on their walls so that they continue being dark. (Virigl was never a dark side, more of a mix between the two but he usually stayed with the dark side because they accepted him more than the others at first). Logon realises that he needs to talk to the others but first brings Deceit into his room away from those messages. Romantic: Logon falling in love first after Deceit explains that the only reason he lies is so Thomas can protect himself. he doesn’t want him to be alone, so whats wrong with lying to a friend about where he was? He doesn’t want Thomas to get hurt, so whats wrong with imbelishing the truth? After Logon explains the negative side of Deceits plan, the two work out a better way for Deceit to help Thomas without actually hurting them. And they both are hella gay and realise that they like each other and its just pure fluffly goo

Patton + Deciet Platonic: When Patton first sees Deceit all he can think is “Yay! New friend!” and goes out of his way to help Deceit. And after a few failed attempts, he find progress! He’s there when Deceit needs to talk and yeah he doesn’t agree with everything but, he does understand that Deceit is just a sappy boi at heart. And OH MY GOD, all the puns they share, and Deceit shows Patton how to make brownies (can you tell I really want brownies?) Romantic: Deceit falling headover heels whenever Patton’s nice but he’s Patton. He’s nice to everybody. ‘he only gave him that extra portian as a friend!! He only hugs him for longer than the others because they’re friends! He only... kisses his cheek as friends...!...?’ A very red Deceit eventually confesses and Patton laughs and kisses his cheek, saying how he wondered how long it’d take for him to come forward and admit it.

DLAMP Plantonic: The trio (Roman, Patton, Logon) finding a very scared Virgil and a very broken Deceit and treating them like they’re lost puppies. Clothing them, feading them, helping them when things get to bad. And just think onsies! And movie nights! And pillow and/or popcorn fights! The possibilities! 

SO! MANY! POSSIBILITIES! I actually can’t narrow one down as my favourite but you can all pick your own or add on!

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Accepting Deceit Chpt.1

WARNING; 

SYMPATHETIC DECEIT (ik some  people don’t need warnings for this lil’ slimy boi but some do and thats okay too!),

crying, 

sadness, 

panic attack

Hi guys! So, @ab-artist commented on my first post (deceit freakin’ sanders) about me making my ‘Deceit freakin sanders’ post a chaptered story. I really liked this idea and I got their permission to make this (it was their idea to do make it a chapter story.) So. Who’s READY!

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Virgil liked to think he understood what the road to ruin looked like. To him, when he was so far down that path himself, it was a lack of sleep, an overindulgence in alone time, refusing to talk with others. He knew all people were different, and they coped with things differently but he did not expect this from the one and only Deceit freakin Sanders.

It all started with a petty argument. Thomas had double booked himself. They were talking it out, and the idea of lying was brought up. Of course, everyone in the room tensed, waiting for a certain snake to pop up. But, he did not. The five (Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil and Thomas) stood in silence. Virgil, like the others, decided this was a good thing. But something didn’t sit well with him. The others dismissed this too quickly. He stayed silent before he eventually sunk out almost as soon as a conclusion was reached. He probably should've expected Patton to come and make sure he was okay.

“Yeah, popstar, I just didn’t sleep well,” Virgil lied. Patton raised his eyebrow.

“You sure, Virge?” Virgil nodded, giving a lazy half smile. 

“You wanna watch a movie? Mulan? I think I still have the DVD here somewhere...”

It was the same setting, different problem. Thomas liked two people at the same time and he didn’t know which one he wanted. Virgil’s level of anxiety had increased? What if one of them found out about the other? What if-

No surprises, but Roman and Patton were conflicted. Patton didn’t want to hurt either male and Princey didn’t know which one could be ‘the prince of their dreams’. Logan was the only calm headed one there.

“If one of them brings up the other, you could lie?” And again, a tension spread throughout the room. Again, no snake popped up. Virgil frowned before he finally realised what was going on. Oh. Oh.

He didn’t even wait for a solution before he sunk down. He found himself in his room and he sprinted, going to the place he tried so desperately to keep himself away from. He knocked on the yellow door before it finally opened. Once Deceit saw it was Virgil outside, he desperately tried to shut the door again, but Virgil pushed through. The stench hit him first. How long had Deceit stayed in his room? The look on Deceit’s face shocked him as well. It was anger, but it was so much deeper. His eyes were watering and his body shaking.

“Well? Here to laugh at me? Kick me out of my own room? What do you want? I stopped showing up because you all clearly love me!” Virgil stayed where he was.

“Deceit,” Virgil said and Deceit flinched. “Dee.I think you’re having a panic attack.” The shaking only increased. “Can I touch you?” Dee shook his head wildly. “Okay, thats okay. But I need you to sit down on the floor - look, I’ll do it too.” Deceit lowered himself to the floor, and Virgil sat cross-legged across from him. “Okay? Focus on my voice. I need you to breathe in for four seconds, okay? Hold it for seven.” Virgil counted with his fingers. “Breathe out for eight. Good, you’re doing great, Dee. We’ll do it again, okay? Count it out with your fingers with me?” It took three or four more times before Dee was breathing regularly. “Okay, are you grounded? Can you give me five things you can see?”

“You, the floor... the bed... uh, the, uh, uhh-”

“It's okay, take a deep breath, go through it slowly,” Virgil said.

“Five... you. The bed. The floor. The window. The dust... Does that count?” Virgil nodded.

“Four things you can hear?”

“Your voice, my voice, the prince’s playlist - it’s so loud all the time - and uh...” There was a brief silence. “Footsteps.”

“Very good,” Virgil said, extending his foot and kicking the door closed and it automatically locked. “Three things you can smell?”

“This room, your hoodie - do you even wash it? - and... cookies?” Virgil could indeed smell cookies. Probably Patton.

“Two things you can feel?”

“The floor, my shirt? No, that’s stupid-”

“It works,” Virgil said. “One thing you can taste?”

“The regret in your voice.” Virgil snorted.

“I have to give you that one, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do. I’m sensitive.” Virgil giggled at that.

“No, princey's sensitive, you’re just... you,” Virgil said.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” Dee said, gripping his sleeve.

“I’m not. Heaven knows you’re better than I am -”

“Very true,” Dee said, resulting in Virgil giggling again. “You’re giggle is so high pitched!”

“It fucking adorable, mate, and I will fight you on this.” The two sat in a comfortable silence. “Dude, you stink!”

“So does your hoodie!”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Dee went quiet again.

“I just felt unwelcome. So, I just thought, that if I stopped showing up-”

“Then the feeling would go away? Been there, felt that.”

“How did you get over it?” Virgil thought back

“They accepted me.” Dee snorted.

“They’d all rather die,” he said. It was meant to sound casual, but his voice was thick.

“Do you know they used to scream when I came into the room? And princy? Oh god, it was like he found out his least favourite person was doing better than him. Logan didn’t care - like, at all. He pretended I didn’t exist. And Patton... well, he was just scared,” Virgil said.

“Why-”

“And Thomas? Oof, he just blatantly refused to acknowledge me sometimes. They accepted me because they had to. Because they realised they could use the good parts of me. In fact, they only really recently accept the bad parts too. And it’s not just me, we constantly have to real princy in. He wanted to move into a bouncy castle the other day. And Patton just follows whoever shouts the loudest, which is usually Roman. And Logan doesn’t admit he’s wrong,” Virgil said. “We all have to work on ourselves, none of us is perfect.” There was a silence before Dee cleared his throat.

“Don’t say oof. You’re not twelve.” Virgil stared at the snaky boi for a moment, completely bewildered before he burst out laughing.

“I just spilt my heart out and thats all you can say?”

“I don’t do emotions, they’re complicated and they suck!” Virgil giggled again.

“Then it seems you’ll fit right in.”

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now I’m full on sobbing

can we just get some pure thomas and virgil content. I'm missing my father/son duo :c Also, you au makes me want to cry with tears of happiness and sadness at the same time and I am so utterly in love with it!

Absolutely of course.

“They’ll love you, Buddy. Just take a breath okay?” Thomas murmured, ruffling his hair.

“They were okay with you adopting me? It’s just- we’re so close in age and… don’t they want you to be with someone before you adopt?” Virgil asked, twisting his fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. He’d only been with Thomas for two months now. What if his family convinced him to give Virgil back?

“I know you’re nervous. But our family is loving and accepting, m’kay?” He asked, then sighed quietly, scratching at the back of his neck. “Well. Now. That’s not important, though.”

Our family. Our.

“What do you mean? Now?” Virgil asked. Thomas sighed, not taking his eyes off the road.

“Well… there was a time where we didn’t really accept a lot of things. When my brother came out, none of us understood. Not even me. And then even after I learned to accept him, I was… well, scared that the same thing would happen to me. I didn’t come out until six years ago.”

“You didn’t?” Virgil asked. “Oh god- what if they don’t like me because I’m gay- I can hide it! I can just pretend to be straight, it can’t be that hard, right? I mean-“

“Take a breath.” Thomas reminded him. “You don’t have to hide anything. Things are different now. I know I haven’t had you very long, and I don’t expect you to think of me as your dad. But as far as I’m concerned, you’re my son. The love I have for you is the same as the love I could have for any baby that was biologically mine. And they’re going to love you just the same.”

Virgil took in a deep breath, staring up at the house in front of him as they pulled up. He was scared.

“C’mon. It’s time to meet your grandparents.” Thomas smiled, turning off the car. “Christian is here too. Patrick should be here soon, but Shea is deployed. You won’t meet him for a little while.” He hummed. “But you get to meet your cousin, too! She’s a sweetheart, she’s only six months old.”

Virgil followed Thomas in, just slightly behind him. He was extremely nervous, but the second they got to the door Thomas’ parents were opening it with big smiles.

“Hi, dear!” His mom cooed, giving him a tight hug. His father turned to Virgil though, his eyes warm.

“You must be Virgil.” He said. “Thomas has told us so much about you.”

“He told me a lot about you two, too. It’s really nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Sanders.” Virgil smiled. His mom laughed lightly, pulling him into a hug.

“Oh, don’t be silly! Call us grandma and grandpa!” She cooed. Her husband chuckled, patting her back lightly.

“And it that makes you uncomfortable, you can call us by our first names.” He said.

Virgil nodded as they stepped away from each other and Thomas wrapped an arm around his shoulders to comfort him. They were just as nice as Thomas, he didn’t know why he’d been so worried.

“Where’s Christian?” Thomas asked. “I wanna see my baby niece, and he needs to meet his nephew!”

“He’ll be here soon. Come on, I have some appetizers set up that you can snack on before they get here.” His dad said.

Virgil really liked their family, he found out. They were all so welcoming, they made him feel like they fit right in. He was a little shocked when he saw Patrick because of just how much he looked like his dad, but he shook it off fairly easily.

His new cousin was his favorite part, she was so giggly and smiley and she kept grabbing onto his fingers while he held her on the couch. That’s where he was, playfully wiggling one of her rattles in front of her for her to grab and play with, when Thomas’ mom came in with a box.

“Here, Virgil, I have a present for you.” She cooed. His cheeks went bright red immediately.

“Oh, you didn’t have to-“

“No no, I made one of these for every one of my children while I was pregnant, and every one of my grandchildren are going to get one too. I started this the second Thomas told me he was trying to adopt you.”

Thomas took his niece from Virgil, smiling knowingly and nodding. “Just open it, Bud, you’ll love it.” He promsied.

Virgil let out a shaky breath, nodding in agreement and letting her hand him the box. He opened it and his eyes widened at what he saw. A beautiful pastel purple and blue knitted blanket with a square pattern and little stormclouds and hearts knitted into the squares.

“Valerie told me that your dad used to call you Stormcloud.” Thomas smiled. “I went ahead and told Mom. She likes making the blankets really personal.”

Virgil pulled it out, shocked at how big it was. It would cover all of him… and it was so nice and the yarn was probably the softest thing he’d ever owned…

He didn’t even realize there were tears in his eyes until he heard Thomas’ quiet “Aww, Buddy.”

“Thank you so much…” Virgil said shakily, hugging it to his chest. He felt so welcome now, he didn’t know how to process this.

He had a new family…

That night, Thomas tucked him into his bed with his new blanket. Virgil felt safe and secure, and Thomas felt his chest swell because this was how he always imagined putting his child to bed, tucked in with the blanket his mom made them.

Virgil: I can’t cope, I’m up to my knees in assignments

Roman: you have one

Virgil: Well, I’m very short.

Patton: There’s only one thing worse than an hater *removes paper above hater to reveal Virgil, making it ‘Virgil Hater’*

Deceit and Remus: UH Virgil!

Logan, Patton and Roman: No-