❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

@ALizzarrd ^^

littlecastiel ^^

❦☽ FANART TIME ☾❦

TRIGGER WARNING : seizure, cussing, kinda inappropriate talk, PTSD episodes

Deceit POV
I stirred the pancake batter once more before getting ready to pour it onto the griddle. The batter smelled really good.

I wanted to surprise Quinn with breakfast in bed. I can finally cook food for him again now that I don't have to deal with Patton acting like no one but him can be trusted in be kitchen.

He probably won't be waking up anytime soon. I basically fucked him into oblivion last night. It'll be a miracle if he can walk.

But what can I say? It was our anniversary and he just looks so cute and beautiful beneath me. He was okay with it, so I'm going to give my baby boy what he wants. And if that meant fucking him until he was numb from the waist down and his vocal cords destroyed with how much he was moaning, so be it.

I sat the bowl of batter down, setting a timer on the stove for the pancakes. Soft footsteps sounded behind me.

I spun around quickly, setting a hand on my hips. Quinn froze and frowned at me.

"I was trying to sneak up on you," He pouted, limping over to me. He was just wearing a pair of boxers and one of my T-shirts, that was way too big for his skinny frame.

"Half snake remember," I said. "Better hearing."

Quinn huffed, wrapping his arms around my waist for support. He leaned his cheek against the spot between my shoulder blades.

"Not fair," He grumbled. I just laughed a bit, returning to cooking the pancakes.

"How are you walking around?" I asked him with a smirk.

"I think I've gotten used to it," Quinn answered with a laugh. "My hips and stomach hurt a lot though when I woke up."

"Baby," I mumbled with a frown. I turned around and scooped him up into my arms. I sat him on the counter next to wear I was working.

I moved to continue working but Quinn wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss.

"Whats got you all cuddly this morning?" I asked once he finally let me go.

"I feel good," He mumbled with a soft smile. "Like mentally. My head feels clear today. I don't feel...scared."

"That's good," I said with a smile. "I'm happy this new arrangement is helping you."

"Yeah, this is better," Quinn said, resting his head on the cabinet behind him. "I feel better."

"So just a good hour with my dick and you're good again?" I snickered. Quinn let out a shocked gasp, flushing bright red.

"Dee!" He screamed in embarrassment.

"Sorry," I laughed, flipping a few of the pancakes off the griddle.

"I think you have a marking kink," Quinn said.

"Now what makes you think that?" I asked.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at me and then pointed to his neck. It was littered with hickies and one snake bite on his collarbone. Quinn then raised his shirt a bit to show off the lighter hickies on his stomach and the bruises around his hips. Then he pointed at his thighs. His inner thighs were littered in bite marks and dark hickies.

"You might be right...just maybe," I laughed.

"Definitely a kink," He laughed.

"I just want everyone to know your mine," I mumbled, pulling him down for a kiss. "I'm half snake, I gotta mark my territory."

"I'm pretty sure everyone in the entire fucking mindscape knows that after last nights activities," Quinn laughed but he blushed a bit.

"Good," I said lowly with a smirk. Quinn flushed bright red and looked down at his legs.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, making him smile softly. I turned back to the pancakes which were almost done.

I flipped the rest onto the plate and turned the griddle off. Quinn grabbed a pancake off the top of the stack before I could swat his hand away.

"You little thief," I teased. Quinn just laughed and continued to eat the pancake.

"Needs syrup," He mumbled between bites. I laughed at his adorableness again.

Then a knock sounded at the door. I let out a long sigh, bracing my hands against the counter on either side of Quinn's legs.

"I'll bet ya a pancake it's those fuckers coming to try and apologize," I grumbled, not to keen to see the two royal pains in the ass that hurt Quinn.

"Be nice," Quinn chastised, placing his hands on my cheeks and giving my forehead a kiss.

"Stay right here in case it isn't," I told him. "Run and lock yourself in the bedroom if it's you know who."

"I know," Quinn sighed. Another knock.

"I just don't want to loose you," I mumbled, giving him a kiss. An impatient couple of knocks at the door.

"You won't, now go," Quinn told me.

I sighed and walked over to the door. I looked through the peephole, a little relieved to see everyone from the mindpalace. Patton was carrying a box of something.

I opened the door a bit, leaning against the frame. I kept one foot against the door just in case.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Hello to you too," Remy sighed.

"We just decided to stop by to see how you and Quinn seen doing," Patton said with a weak smile. "We brought cookies."

"Let me talk to Quinn," I said with a sigh, shutting the door.

I turned around and Quinn was right there. I jumped a bit in shock.

"Sorry," He squeaked, trying to hold back a laugh.

"You're such a goof," I teased, kissing his forehead.

"Are you okay with them coming in?" I Asked.

"Yeah," Quinn answered. "Let me just go put some pants on."

Quinn quickly headed down the hallway towards our bedroom. He returned now wearing a pair of black sweatpants.

"What would you do if I didn't want to talk to them?" Quinn asked, curling up on the chair.

"I'd put a sign that says 'Fuck Off' on the door and slam it shut in their faces," I said, making both of us laugh.

I turned back to the door and opened it completely this time. I stepped aside so that they could all come in.

I shut the door, making sure to lock it. I walked over to Quinn, resting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. For Quinn, not anyone else. For anyone else this position means; hurt him and things will not end well for you.

They all stood awkwardly on the other side of the couch. Emile and Patton stood together, holding boxes that could into be cookies. Their respective boyfriends standing behind them. Wylan and Draven stood near the door. Virgil, Roman, Remus and Evan standing in the middle.

"Is there a reason you all are here?" I asked.

"We made cookies," Patton said again. I raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"We miss you two back at the mindpalace," Emile cut Patton off. "We just want to know how you two are doing."

"We're doing just fine," I told them. "Things are much better here for us." I made sure to glare at Roman and Remus.

That's when the unsettling feeling of electricity washed over me. Wylan and Draven also tensed up, sensing it.

"Shit," Wylan just started to get out.

Evan let out a pain filled screamed and fell to the floor. He started seizing.