dukeceit oneshots (abandoned)

Sweater/Bedhead

Remus knocked on Dee's lemon door anxiously. (Though, Virgil was supposed to be the anxious one.) Deceit sighed, pausing the Netflix show he was watching. It was just getting to the good bit. Reluctantly, he got up and straightened his hat, walking to the door. "I'm bussss-" he stopped when his eyes were met with Remus' hopeful face. He flushed pink. "Oh, hey 'Musss... Do you wanna come in?" He opened the door invitingly. Remus smiled warmly. "No, no, it's fine, Snakey. I was here to ask a favour."

'Here we go,' Deceit thought to himself, squaring his shoulders to prepare for some weird request - he wasn't expecting such a sweet notion.

"Can I borrow your sweater? It smells like you." Deceit's eyes searched Remus for any hint of a joke. When he found none, he pulled Remus in aggressively by the sash, cupping his face in a kiss. Remus squeaked and melted into it. "God, Remuss." Deceit pulled away, hair messy and lips swollen, bowler hat long gone. "You're ssuchhh a dork." Remus grinned. "Does that mean I don't get another kiss?" He tilted his neck with an audible snap. Deceit ignored it and pulled him close. "Oh, c'mere, you."

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"Your bedhead is really cute." Remus giggled. He was cuddling a sleepy Dee, holding him tight. Deceit hissed. "Don't be ridiculousssss." He reached for his hat but Remus snatched it away. "It is!" Remus chuckled and kissed Deceit's hair lovingly. Deceit closed his eyes in content as Remus carded a hand through his hair. He snuggled closer, stretching up and pressing a kiss to Remus' neck. It was just them in that moment, tranquil and sleepy as the morning sunlight filtered through the window. Despite their differences, they really did love each other.