This is a one shot book, between the sanders sides.
So... a word of warning. It will be gay.
Anyway, enjoy!
Also - non of the artwork belongs to me and I don't know who the artists are. So if anyone knows, please tell me!
Some of this was written be...
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Well, my first Deceit oneshot!
Warning; Tiny bit of swearing (bitch is mentioned twice.)
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Remy sat on the bench in the park, slightly annoyed at the fact he's almost finished his coffee.
But luckily, it seemed his boyfriend, Deceit, had a built in system for when Remy was running low on his Starbucks coffee, because the next thing he knew, he was holding a new coffee.
Looking up, Remy smiled, "hey bitch!"
"I'm not happy to see you." Deceit smiled, as he sat down, his arm thrown over Remy's shoulder.
"How'd ya know I was here?" Smirked the sleepy persona.
Deceit chuckled, "Thomas could sleep and wasn't complaining about it and I definitely don't know that you come here to relax, because Virgil didn't tell me."
"Aw man! Virgil is such a bitch!" Laughed Remy, who meant no harm in his sentence.
"I don't know he is."
Remy sipped the new Starbucks coffee, "oh yes girl! It's spot on!"
"Well," smirked Deceit, "it was trouble, tbh-" Deceits eyes widened in horror, he hadn't meant to say that, jeez had he really been spending that much time around Remy...? Well it was a given, they are together.
He noticed Remy scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of holidays and coffee.
His arm wrapped around Remy more, his other hand now in his trouser pocket, and leaned forward, his scales gently brushing against Remy's cheek, looking at the image.
It was of a beach at sunset, somewhere probably in the Caribbean, with beautiful, soft looking sand and lovely, calm, blue ocean and a hue of lemons, pinks, blues and oranges.
Remy liked poker faced at the image, clearly seeing better ones as he held up his now half empty cup of coffee to Deceit, who began to drink some, bother faces illuminated by the colors.
"Thomas and the sides, me not included, are not exhausted from a totally not long day of working." Deceit sighed, "please come home? I won't get Virgil to leave you alone, but I don't know that even he is not exhausted."
Sighing, Remy turned is phone off, finishing of his coffee before throwing it in the recycling bin, "you better."
Deceit got up, pulling Remy up too, and held his hand close, "I hate you."
