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hey um tumblr wasn’t letting me. put in a read-more on this? and im not here to post a 100+ word fanfiction without a cut off so im reposting in the hopes that staff doesn’t wreck me :’D @forrestwyrm here ya go!

Prompt 16 — “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

Warnings: u h h self-deprecation, swearing/cussing, Insecure Roman and Insecure Deceit™™™™™ — mostly a lot of fluff lm a o 

Words: 2013!

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Deceit hadn’t expected Roman’s hands to be so soft. Sure, it made sense, Roman had a skin care regiment and had lotion on his hands nearly constantly, but Deceit thought that would just make his scales feel greasy. Like, he might actually become a slimy snake after this, as Thomas so colorfully phrased it.

“Stop creasing your brow,” Roman whispered, leaning in closer.

For the third time in the past hour day, Deceit had to refrain from rolling his eyes. He didn’t want to ruin anything Roman had already done. Instead, he just shifted his hold on Roman’s back, hands sliding down to his hips as Roman scooted closer in his lap. Of all the ways to be sitting, too. It was bad enough that he was letting Roman so close to his face, but this was just degrading.

“Of course, your highness,” Deceit’s voice may have dripped with sarcasm, but that was only to hide the fact that he was actually enjoying the situation.

Finally, after days, probably weeks of asking and hounding and begging, Deceit was letting Roman do his make-up.

Roman had roped everyone into it at least once. First was Patton, as always. Patton was always on board with Roman’s antics; he’d actually approached Roman himself, asking if Roman could do his face, and Roman jumped at the chance. He gave Patton a whole look, with everything from a light bronze highlight to some baby blue eyeshadow and dark blue eyeliner. It became a weekly tradition, then, for Roman to test out some make-up techniques he’d seen on Youtube on Patton, for the two of them to exit Roman’s room with some of the most extravagant looks that the others had ever seen.

Every so often, Roman slipped the idea of Logan with make-up. “Every so often” being nearly twice a day, much to the logical side’s chagrin, with Patton quickly bouncing between being enthralled by the idea of seeing Logan in make-up and promising that he didn’t have to if he didn’t want to. Logan never outright refused, but he did point out that it was a waste of time. When Patton pointed out that it would be a good bonding experience, ergo not a waste, Logan relented.

Roman did his best to keep Logan’s minimalist design preferences in mind, and thus kept the palette even, without too much glitter or shine. While he’d never admit it, Logan adored the blue-to-black gradient eyeliner. It was sleek, professional. His actions spoke enough, though, as he wore it for the rest of the day.

Seeing Logan enjoy the make-up got Virgil intrigued. Roman brought the idea up once or twice or fifty times, and Virgil was defenseless against Patton’s puppy-dog eyes once he began helping Roman in the convincing. He joined Roman and Patton at one make-up session immediately after Logan’s make over, because he wasn’t about to sit in a room with just Princey and let his appearance get judged.

Virgil would never admit how much he really loved the black lipstick, the way the lilac highlighter sharpened his cheekbones, the way the blood red eyeshadow matched with the black below his eyes. Okay, yeah, so maybe he almost started crying when he saw himself, but that was just because Princey got some eyeshadow in his eye. Not because he was surprised at how beautiful he was. Patton and Roman didn’t bring it up.

But now even Virgil had done it. And, as Deceit appeared more often in their common rooms, more casual with the other four, Roman decided he’d be his next model.

It had taken months — MONTHS, even Logan wasn’t that much of a stick in the mud, JESUS CHRIST — but finally, here they were, Deceit stiff as a board with Roman sitting in his lap. It was bad enough that Deceit had his eyes closed and couldn’t see what the creative side was doing, but the position they were sat in was almost too close for comfort. It was good Deceit had insisted they be alone, too. He didn’t want any of the others to see him like….this.

“I hope you know how to clean your scales after this,” Roman mumbled, leaning above Deceit’s head, “There might be glitter there.”

Deceit groaned. “There better not be too much or it’s never coming out.”

“Whoops. You’re a glitter noodle, now.”

“You are insufferable.”

Roman chuckled, then brushed a hand through Deceit’s hair, pulling it out of his face again. He leaned forward again, biting his lip and inspecting his handiwork thus far. “I think it needs one more pass with some eyeshadow, and then we’re done.”

Deceit’s lip twitched. “Wonderful.” Roman had been sitting on him for about an hour, and his legs were growing numb.

He could feel Roman’s brush dabbing lightly over his human eyelid and fought the instinct to open his eyes. Truthfully, he was excited to see what it looked like, what colors he’d chosen, if he looked okay. Deceit had considered doing make-up before, but never to make himself look pretty. When he was still planning his first interaction with Thomas, Deceit had thought of using SFX make-up to hide his scales, but scrapped the idea when he decided to impersonate Patton. If he was going to be shape shifting so much, then the logistics of shape shifting with half his face covered in thick fake-skin would add complications he didn’t want to deal with.

“Alright,” Roman patted his cheek and Deceit could feel him climb off of his lap, “Open your eyes, let’s see.”

Deceit blinked his eyes open and hissed at the brightness of the lights. Roman laughed at him, now standing beside the bed. He was packing away the make-up palettes and brushes, reorganizing them in the containers he kept at his vanity.

“It’s bright.”

“You just had your eyes closed,” Roman reminded him.

Deceit finally got to roll his eyes. “Touché. Where’s your mirror?”

He went towards the vanity, lightbulbs turned on, and climbed off of Roman’s bed toward it. Before he could get on his feet, though, Roman jumped in front of it, arms wrapped behind his back as though trying to be casual. Deceit squinted, confused by the motion.

“Are you sure?” Roman asked, now a little...well, his nonchalant tone was clearly forced, and the higher pitch betrayed his nervousness.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Deceit tried to look at the mirror around him, but Roman move in the way. He shot Roman a confused expression. “What, did you draw something on my face?”

“No!” Roman put up his hands defensively.

When Deceit cocked an eyebrow at him, Roman lowered them, exhaling slowly. He was steeling himself. “I just….okay, you have to tell me. What you think.”

Deceit frowned. What an odd request. “Of cou—”

“Honestly,” Roman said, shifting his weight on his feet, “You must be honest.”

Ah. Did Roman think it looked that bad? Deceit wasn’t exactly a model, but he didn’t think he looked that ugly. Plus wasn’t the point of make-up to make him look better?

His shoulders fell, brow furrowing. The scales might have been too hard for Roman to work with. Or Roman wasn’t confident in how he did.

You know, the more Deceit thought about it, that was probably it. Insecure as ever.

“Fine.”

Roman stepped aside and Deceit leaned in to see.

The first thing he noticed was the color differences. Roman had only applied foundation, contour, and blush to his human side — wherever there was highlight, though, it was echoed in emerald green on the scaled side. He had forest green eyeshadow with golden glitter flakes pressed in near the nose around both eyes. His lips had also been done in black, though with a golden tint near the center and smeared out.

Deceit popped his lips, looking over every inch of Roman’s work. Impressive. He definitely wasn’t ever getting the glitter out of his scales, but that would be a problem for later.

He made a face, a sneer, and hissed at his reflection. Moving his mouth made the gold on his lips glimmer in the lights of Roman’s vanity.

He was never taking this off. He was devastatingly handsome, good lord.

Deceit leaned on the desk and raised his eyebrows, moving his face around to see the shimmers change. Was the glitter two-toned? It seemed to turn green at certain angles.

His eyes, too, popped with the eyeshadow. He made a face again, smiling wide at himself. Wow.

“...Well?”

Oh, yes, Roman. Roman was here. Deceit leaned back and exhaled, trying to act cool, as though he hadn’t just spent a few minutes admiring his reflection.

Roman wasn’t even looking at him. He was starring at his feet, still teetering from side to side. The man looked so anxious for Deceit’s verdict.

“Roman, look at me,” Deceit said, “Come on.”

He watched Roman’s shoulders hike up as his head snapped up, fixing his formerly concerned expression into a brave grin. “Yes?” he asked, a tinge of disappointment — no, Deceit thought, of sad acceptance — in his voice.

It was easy, in the way Roman exuded confidence, to forget that it was mostly fake. Deceit made a pose, resting his hand beneath his face and lifting his head a little. “It’s beautiful,” he said, winking at Roman, “I love it.”

Roman blinked, twice, and his smile softened in obvious relief.

“Really?”

“Look at me!” Deceit glanced back at the mirror quickly, then back at Roman with a cocky smile, “You did wonderfully. The glitter’s staying forever.”

Roman’s shoulders fell in ease as he came closer and patted Deceit on the back, both of them turning to the mirror. “I’m glad you like it,” he said, a soft, sincere smile sitting on his face.

But, well, Deceit wasn’t going to let him get too sappy. “I look like a mermaid,” Roman snorted at that one. “No. No, like,” Deceit made a face again, sticking his tongue out, “I’m Maleficent.”

Roman laughed and smacked his shoulder. “Alright, slow down,” he said through giggles, “You need a chill pill.”

“I’m going to kidnap your princess, what are you going to do about it,” Deceit said, clapping and barring his teeth in a mock snarl, “I’m a bad bitch.”

He popped his mouth extra on the hard “b” syllables. At that, Roman hit his arm again, bending over in laughter. “Shady bitch,” he choked out, then burst into another bout of relieved laughter.

Deceit made another pose just as Roman tried to stand up, leaning on the table with his butt and looking up at the ceiling.

“You’ve armed me better than any weapon, Roman,” he clicked his tongue against his teeth and winked at him. “Haven’t you heard that looks can kill?”

Roman held onto his table, shouting between his giggles, “DECEIT!” as he kept smacking Deceit’s side.

Deceit laughed, holding Roman’s shoulders, careful to not get his face on the creative side’s clothes. He didn’t want to smudge anything, since it hadn’t been sealed yet. “You said to be honest! Stop hitting me!” he said, giving up on the flirting.

As Roman’s giggling stilled, though, he met Deceit’s eyes and brushed his hair out of his face again. His eyes slowly trailed over Deceit’s features, most likely inspecting his work with his approval in mind.

“Fine,” Roman said, “But only because you’re cute.”

Deceit chuckled when Roman held his chin, turning his head a little. “That won’t work, you’re the one who made me cute.”

Roman raised his eyebrow and, for a split second, Deceit was worried he’d offended him. The mirth returned as Roman smiled, sly and quick, and kissed him quickly on the cheek. “Oh, you didn’t need my help with that,” his voice was so quiet.

Deceit smiled, hoping the redness in his face was masked by the foundation. “You’re right. I’ve always been a bad bitch.”

He decided, then, that he’d have to ask Roman for another make-up day. If only to hear him laugh like that some more.

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my first cookie run story

"uh....hey brave.." "ah! oh, hi strawbs!"

oh no. yesterday gingerbrave was wandering in the forest and somehow got sick.

"latte wants to battle...maybe you wanna come...?" " well...okay.. wait- I mean- yeah! let's do this!"

brave fought, but faltered. every attack was weak.

"Huh? that's weird. he's acting kind of...off." "Yeah, he got startled when strawberry said hi"

the team went home, while gingerbrave ran inside his house.

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a knock on the door. who could it be?

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a cough or two and everything was revealed.

"hold on, I'll go get herb. why didn't you tell me about this?" "I...*sniff* didn't want to let you down."

right before leaving, strawberry comforted gingerbrave.

"Hello? is gingerbrave here?" "oh..*sneeze* hello!" "strawberry brought me here. I also brought custard cookie." "It's custard cookie the third!!" "sorry. maybe this might help you."

herb slowly started trying to heal him. but it didn't work.

"it probably needs some time, but if it doesn't work, custard cookie the third can help." "anything for my servants!" "servants?" "..." "here, I have some fresh jellybeans for you." "*sniffle* thanks.."

two hours passed.

"oh, i guess it's time for plan b." "king's favor!" (ooc: skill name lol) "...uh."

it also didn't work. custard cookie (the third) tried again and again but eventually it was useless. or was it?

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my first cookie run story

"uh....hey brave.." "ah! oh, hi strawbs!"

oh no. yesterday gingerbrave was wandering in the forest and somehow got sick.

"latte wants to battle...maybe you wanna come...?" " well...okay.. wait- I mean- yeah! let's do this!"

brave fought, but faltered. every attack was weak.

"Huh? that's weird. he's acting kind of...off." "Yeah, he got startled when strawberry said hi"

the team went home, while gingerbrave ran inside his house.

"this can't be happening...cookies can't get sick...right...?"

a knock on the door. who could it be?

"hello..? brave...? you okay...?" "wha- *ahem* Yeah! totally!"

a cough or two and everything was revealed.

"hold on, I'll go get herb. why didn't you tell me about this?" "I...*sniff* didn't want to let you down."

right before leaving, strawberry comforted gingerbrave.

"Hello? is gingerbrave here?" "oh..*sneeze* hello!" "strawberry brought me here. I also brought custard cookie." "It's custard cookie the third!!" "sorry. maybe this might help you."

herb slowly started trying to heal him. but it didn't work.

"it probably needs some time, but if it doesn't work, custard cookie the third can help." "anything for my servants!" "servants?" "..." "here, I have some fresh jellybeans for you." "*sniffle* thanks.."

two hours passed.

"oh, i guess it's time for plan b." "king's favor!" (ooc: skill name lol) "...uh."

it also didn't work. custard cookie (the third) tried again and again but eventually it was useless. or was it?

"at least you *cough* tried." "I'm sorry they couldn't help you gingerbrave." "well, no matter what, I'll always be a brave boy."

6 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 15:36:41 GMT

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IMPORTANT: I lost my tablet so i wont be as active

not important: im going to the streams (water) tomorrow. see you.

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