#wakey wakey snake snakey

[is-that-the-guy-from-ppg]

Babe I got a pet snake :)

<3 2D

FRRRR???? I WANNA SEE IT

Gonna remind me of my dearly missed snakey wakey 💔

he ain’t dead just in America 🤞

[marisferasiop]

Other Works Masterlist:

Older works or things i have not moved over to Tumblr because either the fandom is dead or i do not have requests to do so. if you see something here that you want to ask about or ask me to port over- feel free to send me an ask!

Justified

Moving On: Raylan/ Boyd (Raylan and Boyd leave Harlan for good, and get followed): ao3

Didn't Mean To: Raylan/ Boyd (Raylan, terrified, comes out to Boyd and is relieved to find that his friend is in the same boat): ao3

Same Time Next Week: Raylan / Boyd (subby Raylan, chastity play, bondage, marathon sex, false imprisonment, sex slave play, BDSM dynamics): ao3

WIP: Working Theory; Justified/ Narcos crossover. Pairing: dincobb adjacent; Raylan/ Javi. Raylan gets sent to Columbia to help chase a sicario he had chased out of the States. Javi is less than impressed. Wish Raylan could say the same (or: Raylan thinks Javi looks damn good in those tight ass jeans, and Javi thinks that stupid hat would look better hooked on the knob of his bedpost).

Preacher (all OT3/O'Jessidy or Jessidy)

Living the Dream: ao3

Learning New Tricks: ao3

20 Questions: ao3

Do as She Says: ao3

Like a (stolen) Horse to Water: ao3

A Home for the Holidays: ao3

Say it Again: ao3

Untethered: ao3

Whatever I Gotta Do: ao3

Epilogue (to WIGD, can be read standalone): ao3

Blanket Hog: ao3

That Sunday Afternoon: ao3

See Right Through Me: ao3

Leave Them Be: ao3

Can I Call Middle? : ao3

Good Omens

Rings of Gold (high fantasy/ fae AU feat. slavery): ao3

New Leash on Love (101 dalmatians meet- cute AU): ao3

The Rowan Tree (High Fae/ tree nymph Crowley/ professor Az AU) : ao3

The Tenant (lockdown/COVID human roommate AU): ao3

Temptation, Incarnate (possessive Az after The Globe): ao3

Lover Boy (human AU, hired band/wedding planner): ao3

Big, Spoopy Fan, Me (Halloween signup submissions for racketghost): ao3 / Tumblr

Focus (BDSM- adjacent or smut- only drabbles): ao3

Devil's Dyke (retirement cottage fic): ao3

Wakey, Wakey, My Dear Snakey ("wake the snake" fic, that youtube lockdown video, continued): ao3

Our Banner, Our Colors (the husbands during WW1): ao3

Our Little Talks (how they communicate by never really talking): ao3

Narrowed Focus (Nanny/ Brother Francis): ao3

Jurisdiction (protective BAMF Az when Crowley is injured by angels): ao3

Our side, Our Scent (retirement, fluffy): ao3

Star Stuff and Grace (Enemies to lovers, missing scenes from ep 3/through the ages): ao3

Sherlock (all Johnlock)

The Principle of Hope (Sherlock/ transOFC au): ao3

This, Again? (groundhog day AU): ao3

The Right Side of the Wall (roman centurion/ celt slave AU): ao3

Drabbles (dump site for random smut scenes- ABO, BDSM, some scenes with Lestrade or MMM, etc): ao3

Why.. Did You Buy That Much? (sherlock anxiously buys like a gallon of lube for their first time): ao3

Pronouns (Sherlock is genderfluid, John likes it): ao3

Living in His Shadow (Vampire!John AU): ao3

Supernatural (all Destiel)

What's Your Major (college au, surrogacy, pegging, minor (OFC) character death): ao3

Asylum (Dean is locked up in a ward after his family's death, meets resident Cas - warning - contains rape, abuse, intentional medical malpractice): ao3

Dragon Ball Z (Vegeta- centric)

Notice Anything New? (Vegeta/ Bulma, the mustache): ao3

Babel (Vegeta/ Bulma, the three year gap): ao3

[blubushie]

Do you have any random headcanons for Jesse you'd be willing to share? She's super fun and I'd love to know more about her :]

A few!

Jesse can barely read. Is she dyslexic, ADHD, or just a bad reader? No clue, but leaning toward mild dyslexic who just gets very frustrated very easily. Everyone just thought she was dumb and didn't learn well, including her teachers who gave her passing grades with the goal of one day having one of their alumni make it to the MLB. No one finds out she actually has a learning disability until halfway through the story and it's not who you think it'd be (or maybe it is). Figuring it out unironically changes her life.

In complete denial about being bisexual. Still points out hot chicks for Mundy and then gets joke-mad at him for looking. He does the same thing, but only for chicks because blokes actually do make him jealous.

Craig Donovan was a great baseball player and for a little while he was her first crush. He ruined it, obviously. He ended up still being her first crush but in an entirely different context.

She talks in her sleep. The only one who is aware of this is Mundy. She also gets very handsy in her sleep. Wakey wakey hands off snakey. Mundy doesn't mind because he's arguably worse.

Has a sock monkey named Joe that her dad made for her before she was born. Originally she named it Poopy Joe after the monkey died but then she grew up and "just couldn't take the Poopy part seriously" so now it's just Joe. It was 2 years at BLU before she stopped sleeping with it every night but she still pulls it out from under the bed when she has a nightmare.

HATES SNAKES. No one knows why. She doesn't know why. That said she loves lizards. Her world is turned upside-down with the discovery of legless lizards.

Absolutely terrible cook to the point Mundy had to teach her to make fried eggs. Still uses too much salt but Mundy eats Vegemite so he's not whinging.

Stays levelheaded except when family is involved. See: Cindy and Craig Donovan, Cindy and Pete & Greg, Charles and Claw, etc. Will take a lot of shit about herself. Her family? Talk shit, get hit.

Charles killed an American Army General after Dom and Eddie were killed and no one knows. Jesse found out the morning before the Italy Incident and hasn't told a soul.

Cindy Knows. Fair go on what this means.

Was born 2 months premature with lungs that weren't fully developed. If she'd been only a week or two earlier she wouldn't have survived. Charles immediately gave up smoking because he was worried just the smell of smoke on his clothes would affect her. He remained clean for 10 months until the day he left in which he immediately bought a king size pack of cigarettes and chainsmoked the entire pack in one night out of stress.

On a similar note: after coming home from a three-week stay in NICU, the ONLY THING that could get baby Jesse to sleep was her father singing to her in Welsh. It was one particular lullaby (Suo Gahn) and despite Charles teaching it to Cindy, Jesse wouldn't sleep for her. At exactly 2am every night she'd wake up with a cat's cry and Charles would have to take her out of her bonnet, go into the lounge room, and fall asleep in his chair with her across his chest. This is the only way she could sleep for 10 months until Charles left. No one in the Evans household got any sleep for 3 months after Charles left. It had gotten to the point everyone in the household was waking up five minutes before she started to cry and waiting in the kitchen for the wailing. Mass panic the first night she didn't cry.

Coughed a lot as a baby due to underdeveloped lungs. Charles lost his 18-month-old-sister when he was 5 to whooping cough so this coughing scared him absolutely shitless.

Childhood asthmatic. She's grown out of it but any semblance of choking scares the shit out of her. Still rarely has attacks brought on solely by stress. Was intubated by Suki so many times in her first year at BLU that she now has zero gag reflex to physical stimulus. Still gags at gross tastes. Hasn't had an attack in 3 years, still keeps an inhaler just in case.

Can't count past 100. Not dumb, she just gets distracted and loses her place.

Windows XP shutdown sound when restrained. Really though, she has the sheep response to restraint. Pin her arms to her side and hug her and she calms down immediately.

Antithesis to Jeremy in parental relationships. Jeremy has not forgiven Spy in the slightest and feels he has to prove himself before he'll ever call him "dad." Jesse has forgiven Charles, doesn't care about the cold shoulder, and is just desperate to have a father after going so long without one. Neither of them approach Dad's Home in a healthy way.

Still has nightmares about Sniper. On that note...

As much as she insists Sniper and Mundy are the same person, she completely backtracks on that both as a coping mechanism and because of how Mundy reacts at the reminder that he WAS probably in his right mind when he did what he did.

Devout Irish Catholic so long as you don't remind her that murder is a sin.

Gets misty-eyed whenever she hears the song Brandy. There are no restrictions for alcohol on base EXCEPT in the case of brandy, for which there's an unspoken agreement to never bring on base. Jesse's mother was an alcoholic. These things are all related.

Has such a high metabolism that she completely shuts down when unable to move around. The kind of person who's switching positions every half-hour at least. Most of her time captive was spent sleeping due to this.

Zero booksmarts. Incredible streetsmarts. She outclasses Mundy in some categories when it comes to reading people.

Dom was always kind of an arsehole to her and a part of her was glad when she found out he was drafted because it meant she wouldn't have to be around him. She wouldn't admit this on her deathbed. Still loves him, though.

Her relationship with Tommie is more strained than I let on and the truth about how she feels about him is first hinted at in one paragraph of chapter 11. They're the kind of siblings that get along better when they're apart. This comes to a head when she goes back to New York for a week.

On that note: Charles spills the beans. That's the only context you're getting. Feel free to hypothesise in the replies/reblogs.

[tyrograph]

It's July and that means it's time to Awake the Snake!! C'mon Crowley, that angel is waiting!

I hope everyone is staying safe, and that Crowley can finally slither over to the bookshop for some cake.

[asublimehimbo]

Aziraphale flipped the last page of Le Temps retrouvé and closed the book. He'd spent all of June ignoring that terrible aching in his chest because, well, no Crowley, by rereading dear Proust's In Search of Lost Time, and somehow it had just made Aziraphale miss him more.

Somehow, when he closed his eyes, all he could see were Crowley's eyes, those stunning, saturated yellow eyes. He loved them. He loved every part of Crowley, really, but he liked to pick one thing to focus on at a time so he wouldn't get overwhelmed. So he could give each beautiful part its own spotlight. He could feel, still, that Crowley's feather soft hands on his when they had switched bodies. He missed those hands, as silly as it sounded. He'd never wanted to feel someone else's touch before, not so badly, but he supposed there had always been something different with Crowley. Different about Crowley, for that matter. He just missed him so much.

Aziraphale stood, stretched, and let his corporation get used to standing again, and miracled himself into the hallway outside Crowley's flat. He knocked on the door. He could feel excitement in a way he hadn't before, this strange buzzing going from his fingertips to his toes to his nose, getting stuck up in his mind and causing his heart to race. He wrung his hands, pursed his smiling lips to trap a little squeak before it could release itself into the world. And then he knocked on the door.

It flung open under his knuckles.

"Angel!" Crowley nearly shouted at the same time Aziraphale let out a high-pitched, excited hum.

They nearly flew into each other's arms despite themselves, despite the world. For a moment in time that would be forever locked into the insides of both their brains, they were one thing. One holy, damned, divine, unholy thing. Aziraphale nuzzled into his neck and braided his fingers through Crowley's now-long hair, and inhaled him, his forest-right-after-it-rains smell. Aziraphale held the firm opinion that Crowley's smell should be turned into a candle somehow, so he could enjoy it even when the demon wasn't around, but that was another matter. He was here, and Crowley was here, and they were together. Crowley was warm, because he was always warm despite being cold-blooded and worlds skinnier than Aziraphale, and the angel let the feeling of holding him soak right down to his bones. Crowley tightened his grip around Aziraphale, hunching over to put his face into the angel's hair. Aziraphale thought that maybe if he got burned in hellfire right now, he would go happy.

And then they parted. Aziraphale almost mourned the loss of contact, before remembering that he wasn't supposed to like holding Crowley as much as he did, and shoved the feelings away. They would be resolved at another hour. Right now, he was to be with Crowley, and that was all that mattered.

"How are you, my dear?" Aziraphale asked, and Crowley just shrugged, then gestured for Aziraphale to enter his flat.

"How'er you?"

Aziraphale sighed. "Ecstatic to see you again."

Crowley let out a noncommittal sound that Aziraphale beamed at. "You sent me three letters."

"I was bored."

"You miracled me five cakes."

"I was worried you'd wake up hungry."

"Angel," Crowley said, snapping his fingers. A bottle of wine appeared in his hands. "I don't eat. You know that."

"Oh, my, I must've forgotten! I'm sorry, Crowley."

"S'alright. Kind of nice to wake up to a reminder that you've been thinking about me," he mumbled, striding into his flat's stylish (cramped) living room. Aziraphale followed him, a small smile stretched across his face. They sat down next to each other, perhaps a little closer than friends would have, and drank until they were spewing gibberish.

"I just think that it would've been a lot easier if-" Crowley was interrupted by a stubborn angel's voice.

"Crow..."

"What s’up, angel?"

"You've got some-thing on your face, dear."

Crowley scoffed. "Where?"

"Lemme," Aziraphale said, and ran his fingers gently over Crowley's nose. "Angel, I'm pre- pretty sure that's sup- suppo- oh, on purpose."

Aziraphale smiled. "I like your face."

"I like your face." Crowley said it like he was throwing back an insult, but he was grinning too.

Aziraphale hummed softly, then leaned his head on Crowley's chest and closed his eyes. Crowley tensed up in surprise. This was surely violating some unspoken rule of theirs. Something... but he wasn't sure what, exactly. It felt alright. Good. He let himself relax into the touch, and closed his eyes as well, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch.

"This s'nice," he said, but Aziraphale was already asleep. He wonder vaguely if the angel had been waiting for a moment just like this to "forget" to Sober Up, then decided he would let it rest in mystery.

And then he felt sleepy too, despite having just slept for a month, as drinking quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol is apt to do to most beings, even angels and demons, and so he slept.

There were lots of denials to be had when they both woke up, but not even an outsider looking in would've been able to deny the quiet, intense kind of smiles on their faces.

[brstudios]

A little something soft. 

Be one of my Patreon angels for just $1.00 a month!

[yvesribastudio]

Crowley's alarm is set to go off on July 1 and he's dreaming about seeing Aziraphale again. However, rather than dreaming of what he likes best, he's seeing his worst fears played out. Aziraphale, during lockdown, has made over 120 cakes and has continuously sampled all of them, resulting in a permanent sugar rush. A sugared up Angel is quite a lot to deal with.

Aziraphale has also developed a lockdown look reminiscent of that Feral Fellow from Staged. And Crowley's got lockdown hair too, just like The Other One. July can't come soon enough!

[waterofthemoon]

Fic: Bubbling Up

Title: Bubbling Up

Author: @waterofthemoon

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Summary: Aziraphale turns up at Crowley's flat to get him out of bed. He doesn't exactly succeed.

Word Count: 1,281

Tags: One Shot, Established Relationship, Romance, Reunions, Kissing, Pining, Awake the Snake, Episode: Good Omens: Lockdown

Notes: It's time for Crowley to get up, so this is my take on Snakey Wakey/Awake the Snake! Thanks so much to @leilakalomi for the insightful beta on this! ❤️

AO3

It's July, and Crowley is still asleep when Aziraphale enters his bedroom.

[cliopadra]

Wakey wakey lazy snakey!

It's nearly midnight so happy Waking of the Snake everyone!

[queeninthnorth]

When will maraya wake up she needs to see my amazing pun

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

SnakeyWakey (NSFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

"I'm setting the alarm clock for July, goodnight, Angel."

Crowley has been taking a nap. Aziraphale has been going a little bit bonkers with boredom, so decides to go around to wake up Crowley on the 1st of July. Shenanigans ensue, including sexy shenanigans. May contain pineapples, and possibly two carrots.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

 I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one NSFW and one SFW, called "AwakeTheSnake", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Good Omens Lockdown, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Sex, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, it's ok to safeword out, Enthusiastic Consent, Comedy, crackfic, staged - Freeform, may contain pineapples, reference to drug use but not actual drug use

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/25004125

[ao3feed-goodomens]

AwakeTheSnake (SFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

Aziraphale hasn't been feeling himself lately, and is a little frustrated with rattling around the bookshop all on his own for a while, so decides to go and visit Crowley for when he wakes up from his nap on the 1st of July. Unfortunately there's a bit of a misunderstanding.

I dropped some Staged easter eggs in here.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one SFW and one NSFW, called "SnakeyWakey", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 2195, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Oblivious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Worried Aziraphale (Good Omens), Anxious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), staged - Freeform, Snakes, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), ace - Freeform, Comedy, Fluff and Humor, and two carrots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

[did-he-just-hiss-at-me]

A Lonely Birthday?

warnings: very long. apologies if it takes a long time to scroll past; loneliness, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, touch starvation, war mention(a food war), food mention

summary: Logan almost feels lonelier than ever, on the day of his creation, aka his "birthday".

ships: platonic dlampr, romantic intruloceit

au: Making Amends(my au, post-agreement)

notes: it's no longer nov 3rd here but screw it. also whoops??? i'm kinda projecting onto logan???? if it makes him out of character, sorry ~-~"

--- (cant cut on mobile)

Logan awoke to hear some commotion downstairs. Sounded like a ton of metal hitting the kitchen's tiled floor. Sitting up, he put on his glasses and checked his alarm clock. It was roughly 5AM. Nobody's usually up at this time, except for Virgil on rare occasion. But then again, Virgil is way too cautious to make so much noise.

Sunlight was shining bright through his mindscape window; burning his eyes, and forcing him to look away. Logan glanced over at the ocean creature themed calendar on his door, a big red circle catching his attention. His birthday.

Logan felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach, presumably the "sinking feeling" that the others talk about. He wasn't used to having so much attention focused on him as it is, today had to be worse.

Things had been a bit difficult in the mindscape despite them simultaneously getting better; the divide between The Dark Sides and The Light Sides is diminishing fast(at this point, they can even enter each other's common areas without getting sick) and everyone was working through their issues for once.

It felt stupid to be so worked up over an inconsequential day like this. But ever since he started opening up he'd been feeling all sorts of illogical things. Emotions, and stuff. Revealing things that he never would have prior to the merge starting. Logan had been mildly touch starved for ages and gotten used to being ignored for so long... he didn't know what he was feeling or what to feel and it was happening so fast. Logan previously was purposefully hiding whenever he could because everything felt so wrong. It left a chilling, hollow feeling in his chest and the palms of his hands.

But... he shouldn't be doing this. Logan knows this. It's illogical to express these behaviors, and he was trying hard to get through this confusing time. So, Logan was going to make today the best of his birthdays(since he had a track record of lonely birthdays.)

Logan changed out of his pajamas, into a nice outfit, slightly different than usual due to his special day. Instead of his usual shirt, he had a black long-sleeve collared shirt on, and his tie now was dark indigo & purple with constellations. A gift from last year's christmas, from Virgil.

Logan almost got caught up in thoughts about how close he used to be to Virgil(their friendship had been dwindling,) but that was interrupted by more noise; this time hearing more things hitting the floor along with panicked shouting.

Logan walked down the hall, over to the kitchen, or he would have if not for a certain liar stopping and grabbing his shoulder. "Horrible morning, Lo. What brings you out here this early? It's almost 5:30AM, I know better than anyone that isn't part of your schedule." questioned Deceit. He seemed to be nervous.

"Although I should be asking you the same since I know you're a late sleeper, I'll let it slide for the moment." Logan replied while looking at Deceit's semi dark circles, clearly revealing his lack of sleep. "But if you must know, I've heard commotion coming from the kitchen twice now and I'm getting concerned."

Deceit's eyes widened mid-yawn "No-no-no Logan;" he stopped Logan as he started to leave again. "I checked on them already, they're absolutely fine, no worries!"

Logan looked at snakey side with suspicion. Deceit was still trying his hardest to control his lying more often, which results in him accidentally making truths sound like lies.

"I will, uh, take your word for it. I guess i can go back to sleep or something. Let me know when breakfast is ready, babe." Logan informed Dee, who was blushy from being called 'babe'.

"Oh I, uh-absolutely not then, see you!" Deceit hissed nervously & quietly dashed away to the kitchen. It didn't hit him that he forgot to wish his nerdy boyfriend a happy birthday, he was too concerned about making sure the others didn't get into trouble.

...

Deceit entered the kitchen, late enough to see a disaster all over. There was flour, batter, jam, & frosting all over the room, including on the ceiling. He glanced over at Patton & Roman(whom were making breakfast) and saw sheepish expressions on their faces. He then turned his head over to Virgil & Remus, who were starting out the cake. Virgil & Remus had the most ingredients all over them, as if they were in a battlezone, with Patton & Roman looking as if they got stained in the crossfire.

"What the heck happened here?! You guys didn't wake Logan up, he was nowhere close to coming in here and- ugh!" he questioned, clearly disconcerted. Deceit was freaking out over the disaster before him.

"We can explain!" Roman whisper-shouted.

"We have 3 explanations!" blurted out Virgil.

"Pick your favorite!~" Remus exclaimed with a sing-songy voice, grinning. He was hanging from the ceiling, directly above the anxious Side. He then promptly fell onto the emo. "aCK-!" "ooF, sorry Virge!"

Roman was snickering at the two on the floor, but Patton elbowed him. "ow- Sorry!" quietly came from the prince's mouth.

"Logan almost came out here and spoiled the surprise because of our actions! We need to be more careful; Today needs to be perfect for Logan, he deserves it!" exclaimed Patton.

"Wrong. Now Patton, how close are you two being done with the Loganberry pancakes?" Deceit asked patiently. Logan was back asleep, but it was nearing the time he was supposed to wake up, 7AM. They, but especially Deceit, did not want Logan to have to work at all today. He already has a work-free schedule today, but they didn't want to take chances.

"They're almost done!" Patton replied. "Dee, Roman, you guys get out all the toppings please! Virgil, I would love it if you would set up the table for us; And Remus-" Patton's instructions were interrupted by the mustachioed Side.

"Oh oh, can I go get Logan out of bed? I wanna do this personally!" Remus energetically asked with his hand up, like a kid in school.

"Well, I was gonna ask you to bring the pancakes"-Patton pointed to the large plate stacked with Loganberry Pancakes-"to the table, but I'll let you do that instead as long as you don't bring anything Logan may find gross to the table at least this one time."

"I was already planning on doing that, you don't think that I would want to make Logan's day special too?" a sarcastically accusatory tone came from the green creative Side.

"Not at all!" Patton chuckled nervously. "Permission granted."

"Goody!" Remus exclaimed with childlike glee. Roman rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother. His rat-like brother sure did love that nerd.

...

As the the other sides were finishing setting up breakfast at the table, Logan's alarm went off. Gentle classical music waking him from his sleep-or rather, nap. Stepping out of bed, the smell of crofters filled his nose. He could smell his favorite Loganberry Pancakes all the way from here.

During Logan's tidying up of his appearance, Remus knocked on the door(and then proceeded to open it despite no response. Classic Remus.) "Oh Lo-Lo! Wakey wakey! Patton & Roman made breakfast! Guess what it is~!" the green & black fanciful Side shouted, with a bit of flair in his rhetorical question.

"Well Remus, I'm sure you knew that I could smell them from my room, I could smell Crofters from anywhere." the nerd chuckled.

Remus laughed. "Of course I knew that, my dear blackhole!" Logan smiled at the nickname.

The Duke came over to his favorite nerd across the room and gave him a big hug, and his usual good morning kiss. "See you at breakfast!"

Remus sunk out, feeling as if something had slipped his mind. But if his time with Deceit has taught him anything, 'If you forgot it, it couldn't have been important.' Remus didn't know that his snake friend was lying.

Logan stood there for a moment. Twice now; his boy friends showed no indication that they knew it was his birthday. Logan didn't even know why he cared; they had no reason to be celebrating such events, they were just metaphysical human beings inside of Thomas's head. Celebrating birthdays and stuff had no impact.

But still, it left Logan with an empty feeling, Remus's warmth being replaced with the usual chill he felt.

...

Hearing Logan's familiar footsteps approach the dining room, Virgil glanced and over and noticed the living room-which was openly connected to the dining room-had noticeable decorations, causing his eyes to widen in fear. Sitting across from Roman, he whisper-shouted to the royal; "Roman! The decorations! Lo's coming!!"

"What? Oh, right!" quietly came the response. Roman stood up and did a magic spell using his hands, causing the living room to be disguised with a glamour. He had been saving this particular spell for a while, he cannot use spells too often outside of the imagination. The red-sashed prince was glad to have it handy.

"Wow, Roman!" Patton admired, just as he closed the curtains of the window between the kitchen and dining room. They didn't want Logan to see the mess after all, so the door between the two rooms was shut too. "If only I could do that!"

"Maybe if you struck a deal with the Dragon Witch, haha!" the prince responded.

Logan entered the room and stopped when we saw all the food across the table. His eyes were filled with wonder. "Wow..."

"Morning, Lo-Lo! It was your turn to have your choice of breakfast, but we knew what you would want anyway!" greeted Patton.

"Sup, L." "Good morning, nerd!" came from the other two whom had yet to greet him.

Logan sat down at the only empty seat, right beside his loving boyfriends, Deceit & Remus. His pancakes were just the way he loved them: Perfectly thin, just the right amount of fluffiness; and they were topped with syrup, whipped cream, and an assortment of berries.

"Hey, just the way I like them. Thanks." said Logan to nobody in particular. He glanced at each of them with a smile.

"No problem Logan, that was not my doing." answered Deceit.

"I wanted to help too though!" cried Remus.

"You tried to drench his pancakes in chocolate syrup..." Everybody else laughed.

"It's alright Remus, I don't need you to do this for me to know how much you love me." Logan comforted Remus with his smile.

"Get a room!" groaned Roman & Virgil, sarcastically. They both giggled after that, seeing the couple blush before them.

...

"So, any plans for today? Anything special that I may have forgotten to add to my calendar?" queried Logan.

"Oh Logan, there's no way you would be forgetting something, you always have everything on the calendar the moment you hear about it!" dismissed Patton.

"Oh, alright then, good to know." Disappointment. None of them had said Happy Birthday. He didn't want to just mention it, that feels wrong. So he carried on with breakfast.

By the time he was finished, the Creativi-twins were already gone; Virgil was on his phone, showing a bunch of animal photos and wholesome memes to Patton(who was right next to him), and Deceit was in the kitchen. Logan got up to go wash his plate; Patton noticed and nudged Virgil to go stop him, pointing at both Virge and Logan's plates. Virgil nodded.

"Oh, Lo, let me get that for you!" the hoodie-wearing Side got up and yelled, stopping Logan from walking into the kitchen. He gently took Logan's plate away from him and hastily went into the kitchen, making sure to not let Logan see as much behind the door as possible.

Logan, being oblivious said "Oh... uhm, ok. Thank you Virgil." and sank back into his room.

Patton quickly sank out to get Remus & Roman so they could continue with decorating.

"Alright you two, you can get back to decorating the living room!"

"Thank goodness, I wasn't sure how much longer I could take." said Roman with a relieved sigh. You see, Roman can't hold a spell outside the imagination up for long without feeling discomfort and having to put all his focus into it. The Creatwins had lied saying they had something to do together, and went to Roman's room so they don't raise suspicion around Logan.

"But I wanna keep helping Emo-nesance with the cake!" cried Remus.

"Don't worry Remus; I'm sure your creativity would be more helpful to Roman since you have a better idea of what Logan likes!" Patton reassured.

"Plus, you were sorta the cause of that huge mess to begin with, we need to clean that up. NOT have a bigger disaster." added Roman.

Remus agreed and they went to work decorating.

...

Virgil shut the door, relieved. He heard Logan's "thank you" outside the door, but was too anxious to respond. This anxiety-based side was leaning up against the door, taking deep breaths.

"Wow, Virgil. You don't look like you're going to flip out. What happened?" questioned Deceit, whom was washing the dishes.

"Logan almost came in here and saw the mess." was the reply, between a few deep breaths.

"Well, bad thing you stopped him then."

"I wouldn't have noticed if not for Patton, haha." Virgil said as he walked away from the door. "Speaking of which, I'm waiting on him to get the twins so Pat & I can finish up the cake;" glancing over at the bowls of cake batter & frosting strewn across the counters along with other baking things.

Patton suddenly opened the door, the door hitting the wall and making a loud, sudden noise. "Alright! Cake & bake time!" he giggled. Virgil jumped about a foot, clearly caught off guard.

"I- L- Uhm- Oh-...Phew... it's just you Patton. Speak of the angel." he said with relief, adding a chuckle at the end. "I thought you were Logan for a moment there."

"Sorry to scare you kiddo!" came as an apology from the Dad. "Setting that aside, let's finish this cake! Do you wanna help, D- ...Oh."

Deceit had slipped out of the room before either side could notice.

"No worries Pat, he's probably wrapping up his gift now, he mentioned it to me earlier." winked Virgil, acknowledging his pun.

That pun, of course, was met with a hug that almost toppled the two over.

...

It continued to repeat.

Alone in his room. Feeling the need to leave his room. Being subtly stopped, going back to his room. Finally come out for meal(for the final two meals, two different Sides got to choose the meal, but they chose something they knew Logan would like that wouldn't be too suspicious), nothing happens, return to his room again, repeat.

8PM. Logan felt what he predicted to be 'heartache' in his chest. It really does seem like everybody forgot, even though he did try his hardest to make subtle hints here or there, but perhaps they were just too difficult for the others. (Hint, they actually weren't subtle...)

Curled up on top of his bed, tears forming in his eyes, and that hollow chill returned. This was illogical to for him to feel. He shouldn't be dealing with these issues, that's Patton's job. Logan's expectations of the others were too high, they had forgotten his birthday. He really should have said something earlier. But it was way too late now.

Logan felt cognitive distortions flow through his thoughts. He couldn't control them. He began to think that finally intentionally opening himself up to the others was a mistake. Perhaps he would be the same as before if he just never fell in love. Or joined the FamILY. Things could have been easier. He wouldn't have to feel pain like this.

It was way too early to go to bed, but as the tears trailed down his cheeks, he found himself setting his glasses on his nightstand and pulling his weighted blanket over his shivering body.

...

"Alright everyone, is everything ready?" semi-loudly announced Patton.

"Decorations: Done!" Roman confirmed, high-fiving his twin. The two did a great job, they really got what Logan would like just perfectly. Not too extravagant, just a perfect balance.

"I didn't check with everybody already, none of Logan's gifts are ready." responded the snake-Side with an excited and reassuring expression.

"The cake is done, you know that already, Pop-corn." Virgil said with a metaphoric nudge. It was a two-layer, whipped-vanilla-frosted, galaxy-theme-decorated sheet cake. And both layers have crofters frosting inbetween the top and bottom half. Not too much to overwhelm the cake's taste, just perfect.

"I know Virge, I just wanted to hear everybody say that they're done! It makes it feel more complete." admitted Patton. "So that means we're all ready! Get to your places everybody, I'm going to sink out and get Lo-Lo!"

The other four sides scrambled to their places as the sky-blue Side tried to sink into the hall, right into Logan's room. He even made sure his entry was clear. But despite his efforts, he was met with a thump. He couldn't get through.

He tried a few more times. "That's odd, i'm almost always welcome in his room. It's very hard to particularly block somebody out." concern came from Patton's mouth.

"Let me try-" Virgil tried to say but was interrupted by Deceit.

"Yes. Despite my suspicions, this isn't one bit more serious. It might be worse that his boyfriends try to get him." the scaley Side reasoned.

Virgil nodded. "I guess you're right. But what do you mean, your 'suspicions'?"

"Well, you see... It takes alot of brain power to consciously block someone from entering your room. You could stop me from entering yours after all." Deceit paused to look the purple emo in the eyes.

"But it can't easily be done subconsciously, if it's what you want. Logan's unlikely sleeping... which is half the reason I am concerned."

"What do you mean, Fibber On The Roof?" asked Roman, with an unsettling feeling in his stomach.

"One, Logan absolutely sleeps at this time. He prefers to get 8 hours of sleep, period. Sleeping now would lead to too much sleep. Second... well, why wouldn't he want to keep any of us out?" Deceit directed his answers to Roman.

"Why would our dork be asleep at this time?" questioned Remus with a bit of concern.

"I know, but we definitely shouldn't go see what's going on..." responded the snake, lowering his head a bit. "Let's try walking there."

As the sides walked down the hallway to Logan's door Virgil put a hand on the Dad's shoulder, catching his attention. "Do you feel... something weird around us? Like, emotionally?"

"Oh... now that you mention it, I knew I felt something off... it's a sad aura for sure." was the reply. "How did you know?"

"I could feel something too. I think it has something to do with Logan..." Virgil said with a hint of concern.

The two chatting sides, who were a bit behind the others, finally got to the door. "I think you might just be right." reaffirmed the cardigan-wearing Side.

Deceit knocked on the door, in a specific pattern. Two knocks, two knocks, three knocks. Logan & Dee created a door-knocking code to know the basics of why they were trying to come in. Deceit used the "Worried about you" knock.

There was no response. The lying Side tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Everyone glanced at each other with increasing worry. "Logan, please wake up and unlock the door. This isn't like you." Patton tried.

Roman whispered to Remus. The green twin nodded and summoned his morning star. Everyone was already stepped to the side, so Roman walked to the opposite side of the wall to L's room and prepared to charge.

Virgil had been discussing with Deceit when he noticed what was about to happen. "Roman, what are you-" the red royal Side finally charged. "ROMAN DON'T-" Virgil yelled, catching the others attention, causing them to watch.

Roman ran up to the door and tried to break it open with his brother's morning star. Upon impact, instead of breaking like wood, it acted like solid metal. There wasn't even a scratch on the logical nerd's dark blue door.

Due to the unexpected outcome, Roman fell over, hitting his elbows and shoulder blades on the ground as he tried to save himself. "ROMAN!" cried the cat-loving dad.

Patton & Remus went and helped Princey up, while the other two just stood there and shook their heads. "I'm good, don't worry guys. I've been through worse."

"If Logan does want us to come in, what made you think breaking the door would work?" queried Deceit about Roman's decisions.

"...Well, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense. But it was worth a shot, right Lyin' Manuel Miranda?" Roman sheepishly tried to reason.

Deceit sighed and shook his head again. "Well, luckily for us, I think I thought of a solution that could work." the snake shape-shifted into, well, a snake.

"Oh, oh! I'll come too!" exclaimed Remus, shape-shifting into a tiny rat, the same height as Deceit.

As the two successfully snuck under the door, the other three watched them with surprised looks. Virgil broke the silence, saying "Roman, I'm not gonna lie, but I thought your idea was more plausible than theirs." (heh, Dee pun)

...

Once through, Logan's boyfriends shifted back to their regular forms. They saw their nerd lying on his bed sideways, turned away from them and grasping his star-themed weighted blanket tightly. (heh, another Dee pun)

Deceit whispered in Remus's ear. "Go unlock the door and let everyone in. Make sure they stay quiet and to the side for now. We don't want to overwhelm him." Remus nodded and went to get the others.

The snake-faced Side walked over to the logical Side's bed and sat in front of him. He started to rub his back and gently wake his boyfriend up.

"Logan, hey, wake up, please."

Logan groaned and opened his eyes. They were red, like he'd been crying. Well, now that he noticed it, Deceit could see tear track stains on the nerd's cheeks. Logan's expression changed from a tired one to a worried one as soon as he realized who woke him up.

"Dee, why are you in here...?" he queried with a mildly distressed tone.

"Well, first of all, you're not following your schedule which was concerning us, second off you were forbidding us from entering while you slept, and third, we-" Deceit's ramblings were cut off by Logan pulling him into a hug.

"Dangit, that wasn't very smart of me..." Logan choked out with a half-hearted chuckle. Voice shaking, he continued with "I... I sh-should've said something-"

"-What do you mean?" Right on cue, the others entered and were listening. Logan still hasn't noticed them.

"I've felt so lonely all day... I haven't felt this feeling since before we all made amends, it all feels so wrong and illogical and it doesn't help th-that-" he started sobbing into Dee's chest.

At this point everyone came up and started to comfort Logan. His boyfriends were hugging him tight, Patton was rubbing circles and other shapes into Logan's back, and the other two were just making sure their presence was known by occasionally saying comforting words with the others.

Finally after what felt like hours(but was actually a quarter of an hour, Logan spat out the rest of his sentence from before. "I-I thought... that you guys had forgotten about my birthday..." he said in between sniffles.

Realization hit all of them at once. They all had been practically ignoring them while they were making sure his party was perfect, not to mention none of them even wished him a happy birthday.

"Oh L... we're all so sorry." apologized Virgil on behalf of the others.

"We were all just so busy behind the scenes, we forgot to make sure you felt notice today!" explained Roman.

"It's quite alright, Roman," said Logan, smiling though there were tears still in the nerd's eyes. "Although... what do you mean 'behind the scenes'?"

The others glanced at each other. Remus stepped in, saying "Oh, you'll see! Go ahead and tidy yourself up first-"the green Side pointed at Logan's messy hair, tear-stained cheeks, reddened eyes and wrinkled clothing. "-And then, you might want to come to the living room, haha!" he laughed. Patton nodded.

"Let Virgil know when you're ready, we'll be in the living room." The others sunk out; while Virgil left the room. Before he was out of sight, he winked at Logan with a gentle smile.

...

In the living room, the others waited in the dark, quietly. They heard footsteps approach, or rather, just Logan's. Virgil has light footsteps, after all. "-I really don't see the point in having my eyes covered Virgil, I can't see where I'm going-"

Patton whisper-yelled. "They're coming, stay in your positions!"

"-Don't worry Logan, we're almost there, just a little more... There!" Virgil finished guiding Logan to the center of the living room and removed the scarf he had tied over his eyes.

Virgil flicked the lightswitch beside him, and everyone jumped out, yelling "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN!"

A happy birthday, indeed.

...

(Epilogue: His gifts uwu)

"Alrighty Lo-Lo, are you ready to open our gifts?" Patton asked, bouncing with excitement.

"Why, of course."

"Alright then, open mine first!" Patton handed Logan a large(about as big as his torso), shiny, blue gift bag.

Upon opening it, he found a light brown stuffed bear and a little white notecard. Logan took a moment to admire the bear, he was awestruck by it. It was super soft and cuddly, its face was comforting to look at; The belly, paws, and inner ears were white and covered with tiny, shiny blue stars. The eyes changed depending on the angle you looked at it; Green at some angles, then brown, blue, purple, and so on. It even had a nice indigo galaxy print bow tied around the neck with the bow in the back.

"Patton... this is... impractical, but I love it regardless." he said with a smile.

Patton came up and gave him a hug. "Don't forget to read the card!" he cheerily reminded.

The small card had a cute little bear face and a bunch of stars all over it. Logan read it aloud; 'To our favorite left-brain nerd, Lo-Gi bear.' He groaned and gently pushed Patton away, while everyone else laughed.

"Here, you cannot open mine next." offered the snake. Deceit handed Logan a black, square box about the width of a shoe, tied with a silver ribbon.

Logan opened it to find a petaminx rubiks cube inside. All twelve sides(heh) matched each of his friends and himself, everyone having two themed sides each. The designs were intricate, making it so he would have to perfectly solve it; and Logan loved it.

Logan gave Deceit a big hug. "Thank you so much, Dee, this is wonderful." Deceit responded with "Of course, specs. I saw that the plain rubix cube you have was getting too easy for you, so I spent a while making this one for you."

Once their hug ended, Virgil cleared his throat and spoke up. "Here's mine, it's nothing really special..." the emo handed Logan a clothing giftbox and stuffed his hands back in his hoodie pockets.

Logan opened the box to find a nice blue cardigan sweater(like this one but with silver buttons and subtle constellations all over) inside. "'Nothing special'? Virgil, I cannot describe how much I appreciate this. Thank you." Logan reassured Virgil with a smile. Virge smiled back.

"Try it on, Lo!" cheered Patton, silently clapping.

Logan snaps his fingers, and immediately he's wearing the cardigan. It fits him well, definitely making him look more handsome. His boyfriends were swooning, and his friends were admiring the fact that for once, Logan looks so much happier.

"Well then; Roman, would you like to show me your gift next?" Logan snapped everyone back to reality, slightly blushing still.

"Oh! Of course, Galaxy Geek! Although, I must confess-" Roman started before Remus excitedly interrupted him.

"We had a big influence on each other's gifts! It's still our own gifts to you but we never would have finished these on our own!" Lo's ratty boyfriend proudly chuckled.

"Aww, I'm proud of you two!" cheered Patton once more. He hugged the Creatwins tight, happy with the progress they've been making.

"Thanks, Pat." Roman gave his gratitude. "Anyways," the prince pulled away from the hug. "You might wanna prepare yourself Lo, this is going to be big!" he boasted.

He presented a Book-sized moving-esque box, but much nicer. When Logan unwrapped the box, he was met with several thick, leather-bound books. Each had a title on them, written in silver ink.

"I've been working for ages, writing all these stories that I knew you would love!" Roman began to explain. "I even accidentally missed last year's christmas working on them..." he regrettably admited. "Oh, and last time, when I gave you that Sherlock Holmes fanfiction I knew that you weren't exactly a fan of the cover, so I spent a lot of time making these nice leather covers!"

Logan was surprised. "Wow, Roman... these are definitely intriguing. Thank you... wait, Remus said he helped you with these, what did he do?" he questioned.

"Oh, Remus gave me inspiration! Since prior to us all becoming friends once more, we had been unintentionally ignoring you, I wasn't quite sure what you would be interested in reading. So I went to Remus for most of the ideas, and had Deceit confirm some of the more concerning recommendations. Right Dee-More-Chill?" Roman answered, turning to the snake for confirmation.

Deceit nodded. "But speaking of our friendly stinkman, where did he go?" he looked around.

"Up here!" Remus called. He was hanging from the ceiling, again. He dropped off and fell into the deceitful Side's arms, only to be met with a bitter reaction from Virgil.

"Aw come on, I had him fall on top of me, and you caught him?!"

"Now now kiddo, relax; We're trying to fix things, remember? Let's not start a fight over something small." Patton gently reminded.

Virgil nodded. Remus ran over to the closet to get his present, calling his twin over to help carry it out. It was a large painting of a galaxy, subtly divided in thirds. One side was Roman's part of the imagination, the other side was Remus's part of the imagination, and the middle was the night sky in the real world.

Logan was-'pun not intended'-starstruck. It was beautiful. The fanciful brothers set the painting down and Logan walked up and gave them a big hug, followed by everyone else joining in.

"I told you, he would love it bro." Roman poked Remus's cheek.

"Yep! That big empty spot on the wall beside your bed had been bothering me for a while, so I thought this painting would be amazing! Roman helped with his sky and the real sky since I'm not too familiar with them." the Duke explained.

Logan chuckled. "To me, all of your existences are good." he told them, which was met with a tighter hug.

That night, they fell asleep in that same room, marathoning a ton of Logan's favorite movies and whatever else he wanted to watch.

Perhaps, Logan will finally admit to himself celebrating birthdays isn't so bad.

[asublimehimbo]

Alone Anymore

It was July 1st, and Crowley's alarm on his phone was buzzing insistently. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to do anything, really. Crowley was used to the sinking in his bones. The weight that seemed to permeate his whole body, the kind of thing that made lifting even a finger seem impossible. Decades could go by without him waking up. Or, rather, he'd wake up, just not get up. Important distinction. Never before had it happened when Aziraphale was caring about him (to his face), though. Quarantine had done a number on his mind. Usually, Aziraphale easily fought and killed his depression. It was like magic.

It wasn't some kind of miracle, though. The truth was, Crowley was madly in love. It wasn’t particularly surprising, nor was it a truth that particularly needed telling, seeing how obvious he was about it, but still. He was in love with Aziraphale. It helped.

Crowley opened his eyes and tried to lift finger. It didn't work. His phone buzzed again. His body ached with I'm tired, tired, tired. His doorbell rang. He tried to move his legs. It didn't work. He closed his eyes again. His brain, though, was painfully awake, alert and anxious and wondering about the person behind the door and all the horrible things that come with being conscious.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale's voice called through the door, into the flat. Crowley very nearly cussed. He didn't want to be compelled to put in effort right now - he wanted to sit in misery. He blinked. The door opened and he took in a deep breath, much deeper than he needed.

"In here," he called back, weakly. He hated his voice when he was in one of these moods. He always sounded like someone he loved had just died. Aziraphale's wingtips echoed against the hard floors and walls, all the way until he got to his bedroom, which had deep, soft, lush grey carpeting.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked again, poking his head into the room. His face was a mess of purple bags, red lines, and a frown that was puppy-sad. "Crowley," Aziraphale said for a third time, rushing fully into the room, wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck. "I missed you," he said tenderly. Aziraphale's skin and breath and words and eyes were warm against Crowley's skin and he felt a little bit like melting chocolate in a mouth. The angel's mouth.

"I missssed you too," Crowley hissed, and closed his eyes. "Sss the thing over?"

"Not really. But I simply couldn't wait. I miracled myself free of the virus before leaving my place and coming into yours."

"Mmm."

"How are you?" The angel pulled away and stuffed his hands in his pockets, suddenly seeming embarrassed by his own show of affection.

Crowley paused for a moment. Aziraphale was his closest friend in the world. In the universe, actually. He didn't particularly support the idea of telling people about his... moods, how he got sad a lot and too tired, more tired than anything, and how even this conversation wasn't really making him feel anything but sad and he wanted to cry, but knew he wouldn't be able to. How everything felt bad no matter what. He liked to suffer in silence. It was easier. But maybe after all they'd been through together, it was time to really open up. Maybe he was too tired to come up with a lie.

"'M bad."

Aziraphale shot him a worried look and gestured to Crowley's bed. Crowley gave him a singular nod. He sat down on the edge. "How?"

"'M tired. Exhausted. And sad. Really sad. I half wanna discorporate." Crowley paused, winced at himself, at what he was about to say. "Please don't leave. I don't wanna be alone 'nymore, angel."

"Dear boy, I wouldn't." Aziraphale crawled up to sit next to Crowley's head. "What can I do?"

"Mmm... just hold my hand. And be your brilliant self."

"Alright, dear."

Aziraphale reached out and brushed Crowley's knuckles with his fingers. Crowley turned his hand over and the angel took it gently. His skin felt smooth and warm and soft and Crowley closed his eyes wishing he could have this even when he didn't feel like absolute horseshit. At least he got it now. At least he’d be better soon.

[yvesribastudio]

Happy July 1! Crowley's woken up from his two month nap by a call from his Angel. #awakethesnake #wakeupcrowley #goodmorningangel #goodomens #goodomensfanaart #goodomenscrowley #ineffablehusbands #ineffablehusbandsfanart #crowleyxaziraphale #wakeywakeyeggsandsnakey #digitalart #digitalillustration #digitalfanart #davidtennant #crowley #dailycrowley

[monstercupcake61176]

Dark Side

Summary: He never wanted this, but when did anyone ever care about what he wanted? Warnings: Deceit angst, emotional manipulation (let me know if I missed anything)

It’s such a shame, isn’t it?

Deceit stood hidden the shadows watching the other Sides enjoy breakfast together. Each one of them happy, each one of them content.

It’s a shame that you can’t ever be a part of that, a part of them…

Deceit laid a hand against the wall. Watching as the four erupted in laughter, wondering what had been said that was so amusing.

You’re different from them. You don’t belong with them.

He leaned forward slightly. Not fully stepping out of the shadows just yet. What would it be like to laugh among friends? Not spiteful laughter, but joyful and good-natured? 

They’d never take you in. What was it like to be a part of something like that? He leaned forward some more. To have the love and support of those around you? To have the security of knowing you belonged somewhere? They’ll only see you as one thing and one thing alone.

What was it like to be part of a family? He stepped out of the shadows and into the light. 

“What are you doing here?!” “Haven’t you caused enough trouble already?” “Get out of here snake! You are not wanted!” A villain. Deceit slunk back into the shadows. Away from the others, away from the light. What did I tell you? They’ll never accept you as one of them.

He covered his face with his hands, falling to his knees, letting silent tears fall into his gloves.

Do you want to know why?

The darkness was closing in on him. Everything was so cold.

Because, my darling Deceit, you are a Dark Side.

A hand grasped his shoulder, chilling him to the bone. “And you belong to us.”

So yeah, this was just a little drabble that I’m not exactly satisfied with. But hey, at least I wrote something right? Take it as you will.

@paradoxicallester @headachechris @wakey-wakey-eggs-and-snakey