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zaraegis · 6 years

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Come At The King| Part 1 | T

Fandom: Cuphead

Pairings: Ride or Die QPP Wheezy & Dice

TW: haha, blood, violence, descriptions of injuries, unhealthy alcoholism, underage drinking

Notes: Female pronouns are used for Dice in flashbacks before transitioning, just to be clear.

/King

The one time that he spoke with someone about being King Dice as a child, they didn't even look up from their rifle scope as they crushed his dreams.:

"Girls aren't Kings, stupid. Men are are Kings."

He can't recall half his childhood as well as he can recall that conversation.

He enjoyed the dresses, the makeup, the careful application of things to accentuate his eyes or his figure. He loved it.

He never had a problem with that. It was other people that he grew weary of.

"What's wrong with being Queen, then?"

"Nothing, really." Dice sighed, twenty years old and already extremely tired of it all. Her favorite playing partner chuckled at her, as he upped his ante. Sucker.

"Don't like the dresses?

"No, they're cute enough I suppose."

"You know Queens ruled alone as well right? They didn't need a husband."

"Yeah. I just- there's something about being King. I want to be King Dice." She threw two cards into the discard pile, they overshot and hit the man's drink.

"That's it then" her partner shrugged, rescuing his drink from further assault. She pouted but listened to him. Souse and trouble-prone he may be, but he's always had good advice. He continued after an irritating slurp of scotch.

"You just want to be king." She knows, she's been saying it for years now."So become King, you'll hit your stride then, I'll bet anything on it."

Dice looked down at her cards, tempted to scoff at such simplistic advice. But… he's never steered her wrong. And she had him to thank for the job at the bar they work at now. A steady income is always nice to buy better cards and nicer clothes. And sharper knives.

"I'll think about it. I have reservations about your bets you know, you've lost to me how many times now, Wheezy?" She smirked, laying out her cards.

Wheezy shrugged and let his hand scatter on the table between them, graceful as ever in his defeat to her.

"Yeah yeah, you're the gamest in the bar King."

Dice laughed, delighted.

/Being King

So she uses her next check to buy her first suit. A fine black thing she wears to their weekly poker night.

It costs so much, she barely makes rent that month and she has to tailor it herself, but it makes her shoulders wider, and the loose sleeves make it easier to hide things.

She looks in the mirror and smirks, standing proud and springing cards between two gloved hands. There is something relaxing in her finally, a tense coil unwinding her shoulders until she can almost slump.

"Lookit you!" Wheezy whistles in such a sleazy way that half the waitresses working the bar that night twitch instinctively with a frown at them. Then they see who it is and roll their eyes. Well used to ignoring any shouting, scuffles and death threats when Mr.Wheezy and Dice start up their weekly poker game.

Dice preens, allowing Wheezy to pat his padded shoulders, and raise judgmental eyebrows at the gold heart cufflinks. It was worth it.

"Well King?" he leers, blowing smoke away from Dice to keep his new suit from smelling like ashes. There were some new faces in the crowd, sneaking glances at their table.

Dice blinks slowly at the fresh meat, before a smile crawls up his face, a sneer really, showcasing some truly alarming canines. Wheezy feels a shiver of fear up his spine, at that terrifying competitive streak no longer being slyly hidden with distracting clothing or a closed lip-sticked smile.

But that fear has always been there, in the back of his mind, since a little slip of a girl beat him in poker, proceeded to tell him how she cheated and then bought him a drink with his winnings. It was a nice change from the usual thugs and lump heads that hung around to play cards with. He's learned to be amused at how frightening his friend is, really.

Later on that night, Dice huffs out a breath.

"It's easier to move in this as well too," He muses aloud, carefully using his handkerchief to wipe the blood from his brass knuckles.

Wheezy is holding onto his suit jacket to keep it from getting wrinkled like the considerate person he likes to pretend he isn't. Someone on the floor groans in pain but doesn't get up when Dice tilts his head at the sound. Smart man.

"Hope to see you at the next poker game everybody!" He calls out as he makes his way to the front of the alley where they were jumped by their new friends.

"No one I have to help you drag to the doctors this time?" Wheezy asks, not turning to see the aftermath. Blood and violence makes him queasy. Dice notes the black velvet of his suit hides the blood stains pretty well.

"No, they were just kids anyway." All of them were several times his age.

Wheezy despairs at someone who actually knows how to fight ever deciding to go after his friend. He'd be useless in a fight and Dice would probably either end up in the hospital or in a grave.

The thought makes him nauseous, and he flicks open his lighter and lights up, every exhale now accompanied by a plume of smoke. Dice notices, of course, and steers him to his place.

"Did you drink too much again?" He asks, voice thankfully free of any opinion on his sometimes over indulging. Wheezy collapses on the familiar couch, the terrible thought of Dice carking it, the gross sounds of pain and fighting, and the scotch in his stomach churning uneasily.

"I- maybe," He hedges, taking the cool glass of water Dice hands him and cautiously sipping at it. He averts his eyes at the look in those poison green eyes.

He worries Dice sometimes too, he can tell. He's a horrible friend really.

Something heavy landing on him jolts him out of his musings. It's a towel and a change of clothes he's left here after waking up on this couch too often.

"Go shower, you smell like a bar."

"We work in a bar Dicey."

"I said if you ever called me that again I'd put you out with my HEEL, Wheeze."

"At least you're not wearing those six inch pumps right now."

Dice's neighbor hits the wall until they both stop laughing like idiots at 4 in the morning.

Dice of course, makes a point of wearing some truly horrifying high heels with his suits for the next week. Just to make Wheezy sweat.

/Gifts

"Birthday?" Dice parrots back, holding the box like one would a dangerous but amusing bomb.

"Yeah, isn't it coming up? I gotcha a lil' something. Not every day you turn 21 and are officially able to go into your own place of work."

Dice's fake ID pops up between his fingers, smiling fit to burst. "I don't know what you mean, I'm as old as you are!"

"Oh fuck off," He keeps smiling even as Wheezy tries to smother the man with his hand. He has to give it up as Dice easily, insultingly so, pries it off his face.

Damn the guy, Wheezy's seen his morning regimen, no one should do that many pushups before the sun is up. But that's besides the point.

"Yeah yeah, open it already."

There's a pause as those eerie eyes take him in. And then Dice opens the flat rectangular box. In it are several bow ties, high quality silk, or so the tailor told him.

"For your suits, I thought you'd like 'em." The last time Wheezy wore a bow, he'd been at his first job interview. God he feels old. He's only nine years older than Dice though, which is fortunate as King acts older than both of them at times.

"I ..I don't know how to tie one." There's a softness in him at that, as he picks one up to admire it in the light. It's a bright red, and Wheezy may or may not be having a flashback to the last time he saw certain unsavory people threaten the bar for protection money while King Dice was in hearing range.

He shakes it off and they spend their break tying on different bows until Dice keeps a purple one on for the night. The other employees and bar regulars, now having known Dice for five years, are able to finally spring a successful surprise party as soon as they step back in from the break room where Wheezy was stalling him.

It's a small cake, and a free drink for everyone, since they are all still working, but a round of "Happy Birthday" is sung/slurred/bellowed for a stunned Dice.

"Hey."

It's dark, and they're in Dice's apartment again, with Wheezy spending more of his time here than in his own home. He's also almost completely sober, aside from the shot he had as they sang for Dice. It's probably why he's still awake.

"What?" he whispers back to Dice, whose been sitting on the opposite sofa in the dark for an hour now.

"I'm glad you're my friend Wheeze." is the whispered reply. Wheezy doesn't look over to see if the other man is showing another emotion other than smugness. That seems like something he shouldn't see.

"Me too, Dicey."

There's a sigh, "It's just a shame I'm going to have to kill you because you keep calling me Dicey."

A silence. Wheezy is trying to keep a straight face.

"Please make my headstone out of as much gold as you can Dicey."

There's a snort before a cushion pelts him square in the face.

#cuphead #king dice #mr wheezy #dfab dice #my fanfic tag #come at the king!au #i don't know why i did this for three days #but I????? Just????

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jasonvtodd · 7 years

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tagged by @alekzandermorozova (cheers jay <33) for answering 11, ask 11

jay’s questions

who’s your favorite person in the world and why? look... if you’ve been following me for more then 5 minutes ya’ll should really already know how much id die for @bcydbeaulieu to be closer and how much i hate love that stupid ass texan... so im not going to go on about why again cuz i do that basically everyday hi and lets not forget @cptandorcassian who is a fucking russian princess and is always needed in my life otherwise... things are just...not...right, ok??

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day or night? night always

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name 5 things you love? laura, laura, beth, laura books, comics, technology so that i can love the people that live too fucking far, incense, storms

5 things you hate? summer, red meat, homopbic racist sexist pieces of shits, marvels fucking whitewashing and benedict stretchy face

top 5 reasons you love me tbh you fuckin would u nerd... your edits, your tbr list, that you always tag me in things, your reading pace and your strength

EM’S QUESTIONS

If you had a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future?

How can you describe yourself in a sentence?

What super-power would you most like to have, and why?

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?

Three places you want to travel to?

What’s your biggest unpopular opinion?

Write a short headcanon for a fandom we have in common

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Favourite books/seres?

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