#yandere deuce x reader

[dotster001]

When You Escape Him...

Summary: Yandere Heartslaybul boys x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you years later.

CW: Yandere, baby trapping through adoption, kidnapping, allusions to past abuse, drugging, injury to reader (Cater's part), manipulation

Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own. 

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

Your son's hair was as red as his "father's". He was the spitting image of him. He was only five,  yet the resemblance was so strong, there were moments where you would be filled with terror. But then you'd see your eyes staring back at you, and you'd calm down.

Despite the resemblance, he was a sweet, innocent thing. You didn't even think he was capable of anger. So easy going. So mellow. Sevens, you loved your boy.

But that sweet nature could cause trouble sometimes.

You were scrolling through your phone, trying to find an odd job so that you could pay the rent. Sunset Savannah rent was low, but still. When you were trying to stay off the grid, and moved every couple months, money was hard to come by.

Your son entered the room, smiling brightly.

"There's a man at the door who wants to talk to you. He says it's important."

"Baby, I told you not to open the door without me. It's dangerous." And also inconvenient. You'd rather your landlord not know you were home.

"I'm sorry," his lower lip quivered, and you quickly wrapped him in a hug.

"It's alright, love, just don't do it again. Stay here, I'll go talk to him."

You left him on the sofa. And went to the door that your son had left open. You put on a strained smile, and prepared to greet your landlord.

"Sorry for the wait-" you cut yourself off as icy terror filled your veins. Your eyes met Riddles, and you prepared for the worst. The shouting. The beheading. And if he was in his worst mood, his staff would come into play. Which, considering you'd escaped him for five years, he was definitely in a worse mood.

You'd been so careful! Had you gotten sloppy? Complacent? You didn't think you had. You knew Riddle had the money to pursue you, but you had hoped that since you had escaped the country, you would be past his sphere of influence.

You continued to stare, gritting your teeth for what was to come, but you were immediately shocked as he released a sob, and wrapped his arms around you, his tears soaking your shirt.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," he whispered, his grip tightening so much that you thought he was trying to break your ribs.

"Please don't cry, it's okay!" 

Oh, your sweet boy. Your poor sweet baby boy.

Riddle pulled away, and crouched to your son's level.

"I'm your father."

Your son's eyes widened. You'd tried to make the idea of two parents a foreign concept, but children had a way of talking. So the idea that he had a second parent, who came for him, made his eyes sparkle in delight.

Riddle scooped him up in his arms, and turned to go.

"Let's go home," he whispered, and the final piece of hope you'd been sustaining finally died.

You'd gotten forgetful. 

A large family like the Clover's, all of whom had chocolate centers, would have a large network of acquaintance's.

Even out here, in the middle of the countryside, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

As you were realizing now. All it would take was one person to recognize the "oldest Clover's missing spouse" and then it would be over. 

And your son…he looked like a Clover, even if he wasn't one biologically. One peek at him, it would be over, again.

As you realized now that you'd clearly fallen into a trap.

Your new neighbor had invited you and your son for tea. And you were so tired. So tired of running, of not having roots, that you had agreed. What could go wrong with a tea party?

Everything.

You entered the room, and there he was, already seated at the table. Giving you a very disappointed look.

"Thank you, Meredith. Can we have a moment alone?"

Your son wasn't old. But a ten year old like him was smart enough to see the resemblance between himself and the man before him. Even if it was a coincidence.

You had intended to tell him the truth about his "father" in a year or two.

But now he'd never believe you. With the warm smile on Trey's face as he opened his arms, your son would never believe the relationship was built on manipulation and perfectly hidden drugs. Someone with a smile as warm as Trey's would never do anything like that.

Your son ran into his arms, happily explaining about how happy he was to finally meet "daddy".

Meanwhile, Trey stared at you, his eyes cold as he held your son tighter. 

"Y/N," he finally said, his voice firm in the way that told you he was out of patience. "Drink your tea."

You stared at the pretty porcelain cup that sat waiting on the table. You had guesses of what would happen if you drank it. It would all be over. Ten years of hiding for nothing. But he had your son. It wasn't like you could go anywhere.

Your feet felt like they were weighed down with concrete blocks as you walked over to the cup, sat, and brought it to your lips with trembling fingers.

The black invading your vision was almost immediate, and you heard Trey explaining to your son, "An evil man stole you both from me. Their medicine will make them sleepy, but when they wake up we can finally be a family."

You didn't even have a phone. You changed your hair every few months. You wore a mask in public. Because you knew the second a photo of you made its way onto the internet, it would be over.

Your son had wanted a phone when he was about ten. And you'd been able to push it off until he reached thirteen, when you'd say him down and told him about the man who wanted to be his father. 

He was young, but when he heard how this man hurt you, and took you away from the people you loved, he understood quickly. 

Your boy was smart. And he was a responsible kid. So he never asked for a phone again.

He was fifteen  now. He was a smart boy, and very protective over you. He always joked that if he and Cater were ever in the same room, he'd punch him in the stomach. 

The two of you were at the store, getting groceries. You saw a flash of ginger hair out of the corner of your eye, but told yourself it was just your son's hair. The second and third ginger flashes were harder to ignore.

You shared a look with your son, and made a rush to the exit.

...Unfortunately, running straight into a crowd of ginger hair. Multiple Caters pinned you both down, pressing rags to your mouths, making you sleep.

When you woke up, you found yourself tied to a chair in a dark room.

"You're up."

His voice was far more bitter than you were used to, but you'd recognize it anywhere.

Cater stood from the corner he was seated in, and made his way over to you. A loud crack filled the room, and you didn't quite realize what had happened until your cheek began to sting, and you met his furious eyes as he shook with rage.

No matter what was wrong with your relationship, he had never laid a hand on you.  

"You promised me!" He screamed. "You promised I wouldn't have to be alone anymore!"

Another crack filled the room, and your cheek began to feel numb.

"We were supposed to be a family, Y/N!  The three of us, together! And you turned him against me!"

He raised his hand to slap you again, but froze with a sob. He collapsed burying his face in your lap as he sobbed. 

"Why? Why do you both hate me? Am I not good enough?" He cried, his voice cracking and choking as he spoke. "I'll be better! I'll be whoever you need me to be!"

You could only imagine how the reunion with your son had gone if he was like this already. You hoped he was behaving, so the both of you could reunite and figure out how to escape.

But if the multiple pairs of emerald eyes watching Cater sob in your lap were anything to go by, you were never going to be alone ever again.

Once you'd crossed the border of the country, you hadn't expected to ever run into Ace again. It wasn't that he was poor, per say, it was just that he wouldn't have the means to search for you forever. Private investigators were expensive. And it wasn't like he actually cared. 

At least that's how it felt. After one day of having your son, he admitted he was already bored, he just wanted to tie you to him. And he had told you every day of your relationship that he you were only together because he felt bad that you would never have anyone else who cares about you.

The longer you were away from him, the more your brain cleared, the more you realized that he probably did care. Quite a lot. But it was the tactic he used to make you dependent on him.

You were embarrassed by how well it had worked….

Your son was college aged now. He had received an invitation to NRC, but had turned it down in favor of protecting you. You were so grateful, and had worked with a friend who knew your situation to get him into a university without being able to tie it back to you.

You currently lived alone in your apartment. This evening, you were reading a book that your son had recommended, as you ate a basic dinner. There was a knock on the door, and you gently put your bookmark in.

You opened the door to three officers…one of them you unfortunately recognized.

"Deuce," you pleaded, and he looked everywhere but you.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I really am," he cleared his throat, and in his official voice. "Y/N Trappola. You have been missing for nineteen years. You must come with me for questioning."

There would be no questioning. He'd take you back, and drop you off with Ace. The wording was just in case one of your neighbors came to see what was going on.

The trip was long. And Deuce had tried to get you to tell him where your boy was. A sign that Ace actually cares, despite his cruel words. 

He'd eventually dug through your phone, and figured out who he was based on your messages back and forth. He'd called him, and given him an address to come meet you at.

"Remember when you were my friend too?" You spat at Deuce. It hurt him, you could tell, but you wanted it to hurt as much as you would inevitably hurt once you were back with Ace.

You happened to both arrive at the house at the same time. Your son looked between you and, at least to him, the unknown officer, but kept his mouth shut. 

The three of you walked up to the door together in silence. Deuce knocked on the door, and it was only a moment before he opened it.

He laughed hysterically. "Oh seven, you really found them! I can't believe you actually did it!"

He grinned at your son.

"Hah! You look just like your old man."

Your son growled. "You're not my old man."

"Hee hee, you're feisty like me too!" Ace grinned. Then he turned to you, affecting a look that was saying 'I'm not mad just disappointed'.

"Y/N," he said, his tone a threat in itself. "I'm sure you know how upset I am with you. How are you gonna make it up to me?"

Your son pulled his pen, but Ace was faster, throwing a painless stun spell at him.

He shook his head in mock disappointment.

"You really raised him all wrong, didn't you Y/N? Oh well, I guess I don't mind fixing both of you."

You'd thought once you crossed the border, you'd be safe. You hadn't realized that Deuce would have made friends in his time as an officer, and could use those connections to find you.

To your credit, you'd made it awhile before his investigator colleague had found the two of you.

But you'd hoped you could hide forever. Five years felt like nothing.

You'd paid your neighbor to watch your son while you went out for groceries, and were startled to see her not with him.

"Hm? Oh, his father relieved me of duty," she laughed, until she saw the distress on your face.

"Y/N?" 

You ran to your apartment, practically busting the door down. You found Deuce sitting with your sleeping son, staring at him as though he would disappear if he looked away.

"Hey Y/N," he hummed, still not looking at you. "What did I do wrong?"

The question floored you. It was on brand. He never knew what he was doing wrong with your relationship. Which made it easy for you to forgive him early on. But you couldn't ignore how he was hurting you forever.

"Deuce. Give him to me."

You slowly approached him like you'd approach a wild dog.

"Was it something I said?" He looked up at you with heartbroken eyes. "I didn't mean to. I promise I'll be better."

He stood up, and approached you.

"Come home, Y/N. We can start over."

You couldn't risk triggering his delinquent mode while he was holding your sleeping son. And it wasn't like you could hide again, not without leaving the sleeping angel behind.

And you didn't doubt that this time he'd do whatever was in his power to catch you if you ran.

"Give me my son," you whispered.

"Our son," he said firmly, and you froze, breathing deeply to try and calm him down.

"Our son," you repeated softly. You held out your hands, and he scrutinized you with a cold look.

"No. I'll hold on to him," he said, shifting away from you. "I just can't trust you anymore."

Normally, you'd have snapped at him that you could never trust him. But he had the advantage.

"Please, Deucey," you simpered, hoping his affection for you could still cloud his judgment.

"I'll think about it when we get home," he said with a soft smile. He stood up, and walked over to you, nuzzling your noses together. 

"C'mon,Y/N, let's go home," he calmly walked out with your son in his arms. What else could you do but follow?

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hiii love ur writing could you do reader with bad eye sight handing them things and saying "read this for me" but like the boys not knowing that the reader has bad eyesight so there just confused with the first years

Thanks! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Bad Eyesight | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Being in a world without your glasses or contacts is hard. But being in a world where you’re incredibly poor and unable to actually ask for help without being a burden. When it becomes known that you’re struggling it will be up to your admirers to help you or take advantage of you:

Deuce Spade

“Hey Deuce will you read this for me, real fast?”

“Uhm sure.”

“Thanks I really appreciate it!”

The first few times he doesn’t mind

Its a task he can do easily

Receiving praise from you is so easily won

But he starts noticing after a few people correct what you’re seeing or rereading instructions for you

At this revelation he more than likely will valiantly try to read everything and point things out for you

He doesn’t usually try taking advantage of you

“Hey Deuce will you-?”

“No problem! What a cute envelope! It’s almost like it’s a love-”

“So what does it say?”

“AH! UHM! It’s….a….uh DEATH THREAT! Let’s go!”

He doesn’t like deceiving you but your also relying on his protection so…

“As far as I’m concerned. I’m their protector, so I have to make the hard decisions.”

Jack Howl

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“Can you read this?”

“Uhm…sure. It says: Warning!”

“Now the actual warning.”

“Uh…don’t…uh….consume?”

“That’s what I thought.”

Since he’s become your friend future mate

Monitoring your odd behaviors is what he’s all about

Acting immediately when it’s harmful for you

You’re bumping into things and misrecognizing people

This is getting bad….he’ll have to talk to Crowley

“Hey Jack?”

“Yes?”

 “Could you uhm guide me a little? I don’t want to trip up in front of everyone.”

“Sure you can hold my…arm.”

Maybe he’ll wait just a little bit longer to tell him

After all you have him to help so its not that urgent

“You’ll have to wait to go with me, (Y/n). It just isn’t safe not to. You understand don’t you (Y/n)?”

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere jack howl #yandere jack x reader #yandere jack #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce x reader #yandere deuce spade x reader #yandere jack howl x reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

oooo ok ok ok

so what bout a platonic deuce, epel, and lilia with a gn reader that kinda talks out loud to themselves when they play?

like they say how much they want to be this character's brother, or how they bet this character would be a good parental figure, etc. or even when another character says/does something they don't like they kinda just, voice their opinion on it?

just their reaction to reader talking out loud/voicing their thoughts lmao srry if this doesn't make sense

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, description of violence, obsessive themes, religion, war (if you squint)

Deuce Spade/Epel Felmier/Lilia Vanrouge-Player voicing their thoughts whilst playing (PLATONIC!)

Deuce is a calm guy, they said. Deuce is a chill guy, they said

Well whoever they are haven't seen him when you are around, behind the screen or not

This guy is just happy that you confide in him enough that you voice your thoughts to him

Don't mention that you are just on venting-you-thoughts mode when you play… Like seriously, don't.

He is always more than happy to listen whenever you are talking.

Could be about how much you like his newest card design but could also be about what you want for dinner. Idk? I would recommend something light like banana muffins with blueberries. It's very tasty. Trust me.

If you could see through the coding he would be like “Oh really.” and “You don't say.” or “What? Really?”

What I am trying to say is that he is probably more engaged in this “conversation than most would be

If some poor NPC “interrupts” (aka not heating what he is hearing and starting to talk) he will show them how fragile the ordinary human nose is. In other words, fist meet face. Nose make crack. NPC is screaming.

But on another note, should you voice wishing to be a family member of his, say for example his sibling, he would be over the moon

He is in lalaland, imagining how he and his younger siblings would enjoy their free time together. Heck, probably taking care of some chicks

Oh, and what if you were his older sibling? Like, wow, you would be such a cool role model! You probably wouldn't be a thug like him so that makes you even… cooler (?) in his eyes

Dude over here is having such a great time imagining being your sibling he is low-key looking like he ascended

But then he starts to imagine the darker sides of life

Like how his younger sibling could be bullied in school whilst he is stuck on this island

Or even worse if you are the older one of you two, you might start dating!

I don't know if it is funny or sad that he is feeling a sensation of loss over a sibling he never had

Like bro, chill. Don't beat up that student that looks similar to the imaginary partner you just made up in your mind. They can't be held accountable for your min-OH NO DON… Didn't he want to stop with this?

Epel is literally frothing at his mouth when he hears your innermost thoughts

Now now, I know this is creepy (like wtf get yourself together man) but I promise he is totally normal (who am I kidding he looks like he has rabies) and is also a totally chill guy (is it obvious that I am lying?)

Religious indoctrination or whatnot

Imagine, you are already isolated in a village filled with religious zealots, always hearing how great that person (you) is

And then they spill everything on their mind to you

Give him a day or two and he will be back to normal… if we ignore that poor student in the corner

Like man, you noted one single time how much you liked this NPCs design and the next thing he knows he is seeing red

It's kinda like seeing your favorite family member favoring that one annoying cousin who is related to you over five corners

Has a notebook and writes everything he deems important down… which is a lot to be fair (but let the guy have his weird hobby, ok?)

But then you mention how you wish you were a family member of his and oh my god I think he is this close to breaking the fourth wall for real this time

This hits home to him

Remember how I told you about his village's eight lines higher than this one? Yeah.

There had been others his age but they were little to none and his village is in the middle of nowhere so…

But we also know how much he loves his grandma so it is a given that he would cherish you as well

Also, his god saying that they would want to be related to him. Ugh. He is honored so much that it is disgusting

But I could see this isolation and certain closeness you only get with a sibling also being not so good for you

What if you like the other villagers your age more than him? What if his girly appearance drives you away from him? (Bro u probably more dangerous with those looks than without them bc no one expects you to be able to throw hands but go on)

This leads to more and more self-doubts until he more or less bursts and just turns into someone no one wants to be around because of how aggressive he is

Thank god for the fourth wall or else you wouldn't see him like his old, not-so-destructive self anymore

Lilia is… something

His interest in you isn't purely romantic. It started out as something more like him holding onto something so he wouldn't go mad during “those days” *add fire noises and screaming in the background*

So it's more of a “I BETTER BELIEVE IN SOMETHING OR ELSE I MIGHT LOOSE MY MIND” than “Omg I am such a good follower te-he” situation

Little to no one has had access to the Overseer's thoughts and he is just randomly hearing them whilst thinking about what to make for dinner

Like Epel, he is pretty intense when it comes to you. Difference is that Epels “interest” in you stems from a place of… let's say religious views and Lilias from “those days” *fire noises and screaming in the background intensifies*

But unlike the guy who more or less shares his height and is a cotton candy version of himself concerning their hair he doesn't write down your thoughts

Oh no

This guy listens to it like he is hearing the world's greatest opera singer perform live in front of him

Thank goodness no one other than the other Diasomnia students mention your ramblings or else there would be heads flying

What? Can't a guy hope to have some special link to his deity? God, you all are so cold. Can't you even try to see his perspective? (I am joking please don't do what he does your reaction is totally valid)

But then you once mentioned how much you want to be part of his little family and whoops- there went his sanity

What if he had adopted you and Silver at the same time?

Wouldn't that be the cutest?

Sebek is almost screaming when he suddenly hears *ahem* LILIA-SAMA cooing at nothing out of nowhere

You two would be so cute growing up together and he would be the one honored to be this close to some kind of reincarnation of his God

But- but what if he was the only one knowing who you truly were? The other Faes (Malleus and Sebek being the exceptions) can't hear you so what if… what if you were also seen as some sort of weird outsider like Silver?

Don't get him wrong, the Faes have never shown hostility to his son but there was always that certain distance, Sebek and his family being one of the few accepting the young silver-haired knight as he was

Suddenly Lilia feels a certain kind of rage bubbling up to the surface like he hadn't felt in a long time

Silver… uh… you better hide that meatclea- *coughcough* I mean, legendary sword from your father

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[forgwater]

Bleeding Hearts

~Bleeding Hearts Masterlist~

Deuce x (gn)Reader

Warnings: This story contains yandere themes and behaviors.

a/n: the randomizer said Deuce gets the first fic so here it is!

….Is there someone in your house?....

Saliva builds thickly in your mouth and throat, only made worse by your slow, yet at the same time fast breathing; ragged and shallow. The fog in your racing mind does not alleviate any of your dark thoughts.

‘No, it’s fine.’ You try to calm yourself.

Maybe… you just left the door unlocked?

‘Why is it open then?!-’

No.

Calm.

There has to be a simple, inoffensive explanation for this.

Maybe there’s no one in there and you’re just worried for no reason!

Right?!... right.

Willing your uncooperative legs in the direction of your residence, you approach the old wooden entrance.

Steeling your nerves and shaking hand, you attempt to push open the creaking door. Only for it to be grabbed and strongly swung open by the intruder.

The air leaves you and you don’t know if you just screamed out loud or if your vocal cords have failed you. Either way, your eyes are suspended in shock and terror.

Luckily for you, though, you are met with a pair of blue eyes.

Eyes that you recognize. Eyes that look just as shocked as yours.

“Deuce!” you scold the poor guy, relief and anger both evident on your face.

“Oh! Hey!” he looks far too nervous to give you proper answer.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me! What are you doing in my house?!” you cross your arms at him and he swears you’ve never looked cuter.

“I- um- I was just returning your key!” he explains.

“My… key?...” Confusion.

“Yeah! You… you left it at my dorm the last time you visited!” You don’t know why, but the smile on his face seems a little strained.

“I… did?” suspicion rises within you.

“Yes, you did. Aaand I… returned it.”

“You… returned it. By letting yourself into Ramshackle just like that?”

That’s a weird way of returning a key.

Should… should you really press him on this?

What if he actually has bad intentions- No! It’s Deuce we’re talking about! He wouldn’t do anything of the sort! It’s nonsense! He wouldn’t hurt you. He’s your friend! One of your closest friends too! You’re just thinking too much. Maybe he just made a mistake, didn’t consider you’d freak out.

He does have a tendency to rush into things without thinking first.

It’s fine. Mistakes happen.

“I just…” he’s avoiding looking at you, opting to pay attention to his shoes instead.

“Just…” you prompt for him to continue and he does.

“Y’know… today is- I just wanted to leave you a gift for- for… uh…” a panicked look crosses his eyes “For being such a good friend!” he finishes quickly.

“Really?” you eye him with suspicion and he bites his lip.

“Really.” there’s confidence in his voice this time. “Could we…Could we go inside? Since you’re here and all!”

“Hmmmm…” you contemplate for a minute. “All right, fine. Lead the way.” you’ll trust him on this one.

“Thank you!” there’s this look of relief that he gives you followed by barely contained nervousness and excitement that quells all of your worries. And you finally step inside the building, with Deuce guiding you towards the living room.

The squeaking of the wooden floor matches the beating of your heart as you anticipate just what the hell did Deuce come up with. The two of you share a few glances and Deuce seems like he wants to say something, only to opt for silence in the end.

The moment you pass the archway, your vision quickly spots the roses and chocolates on the coffee table.

….

Roses.

And chocolates.

So much for a friendly gift.

You can make out a small piece of paper there as well.

“Oh.” is all you can manage to get out. The regret is instantaneous the moment your gaze lands on Deuce. He knows.

You hesitated. He knows.

“One chance!” he scrambles.

“Deuce-“

“I can make you happy!” your hand is roughly grabbed and you lock eyes “I care so much about you!” His eyes are wide, frantic; he looks desperate to fix this. This… what is he trying to fix exactly? Your friendship or his chances of getting with you?

You try to pull your hand away, to rip it from him, but his grip only tightens. You wince and then scream at him to let go.

“Why don’t you love me?!” he screams back. “I love you! I’d anything for you! Is that not enough?!”

“No- Deuce-“ de-escalate the situation. You need to de-escalate the situation…”How… how about we talk things out?” you try.

“Talk things out…”

“Yes! We’re gonna find a solution to this!” doing your best to smile reassuringly, you try to free your wrist by massaging his hand away.

“Yeah, we are.” he smiles. A smile that you miss, an almost bitter one.

You’re close to freeing yourself, of course Deuce will listen to what you have to say! You’ve known each other for a while now, it’ll work out! It’ll be fine.

“Can’t wait for you to meet my mom!”

….. What….?.....

“Wait-!“ you panic.

“Do you think you’re getting out of this?”

Cold.

This is the coldest you’ve ever felt Deuce be. Your breath hitches and your heart sinks.

No, nononononono- this is worse!

You try to come up with something to say- to do- to get him to come to his senses- but… nothing. You’re frozen on the spot as you once again gaze into his blue eyes.

He gives your pained hand a little squeeze.

“The only things we’re gonna talk about is how good of a relationship we’re gonna have.” And then he smiles.

“Right, babe?”

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[wishluc]

Hello! May I request yandere Adeuce duo who knows reader trust them the most among the other students and will believe everything they say.

Because why would they lie to you? They’ve been through life and death together with all of this overblot. So of course you trust them!

Adeuce manipulating reader into rejecting all of the dorm leaders after finding out their romantic feelings for the prefect.

They don’t want to lose their best friend. But hey! If you want to date so badly, you have two candidate right in front of you!

Thank you and have a great day!<3

I have a soft spot for Adeuce haha. Sticking to only Malleus instead of all the dorm leaders ♡

✧ CW: yandere characters, manipulation, jealousy

An awkward silence has been hanging over your head since bumping into Malleus earlier, with Ace and Deuce being uncharacteristically pensive. The two of them have been sharing unreadable looks, but haven't said a single word to you. You want to break the growing tension with a clumsy joke to snap them out of their thoughts or change the subject into something lighthearted, but deep down you really don't want to face their line of questions about Malleus.

But when the three of you finally find some space to yourself, the dam breaks and the questions come gushing out.

"You're seriously friends with that guy? Malleus Draconia, of all people?!"

You stare at the scuffed tip of your shoe, pretending like Ace's intense reaction hardly bothered you.

"Yes?" You lift your head, eyes flitting between Ace's prominent scowl and Deuce's startled gaze, "Why's that so surprising?"

"He's known for being pretty unapproachable, right?" Deuce awkwardly chimes in, "It's just strange that you managed to get close to him."

"I didn't really know who he was when we first met," you admit, and you have to force yourself not to shrink away under Ace's sharp glare, "and it doesn't change anything for me, anyway. He's a really nice person to be around, even if he does take some getting used to."

"How'd you even meet him? I don't think I've ever caught a glimpse of him around all this time," Ace asks, his voice a little calmer now, "do you see him often?"

"He was walking around Ramshackle one night, and we just started talking about magic and some other things. He didn't even tell me his name," you explain, "I really had no clue that it was him. Besides, he doesn't come by very regularly, maybe about once a month...? I'm not sure."

"So he loiters around Ramshackle at night, and didn't tell you his name at all, right? That just sounds really creepy," Ace says, suspicion clear in his tone, "And, I mean, if you two are friends, or close enough for him to be using all sorts of weird names for you, why didn't he ever try to help you out with the overblots anyway? He knew it was all happening, and he obviously heard you were involved, and it's clearly in his ability to help you, so..."

"Ace," Deuce hisses, nudging him harshly, "we can't expect the upperclassmen to meddle in things that aren’t their responsibilities."

Ace rolls his eyes, "I'm just saying," he mutters, "it's not like it was any of our issues to deal with either. We did everything we could, right? It wouldn't be so difficult for him to make sure we didn't go through hell and back tryin' to defeat all those crazy guys. Honestly, with how things are going, I won't be surprised if the guy's next to overblot."

Deuce opens his mouth to protest, but your sigh stops him, "I don't think he cares all that much.”

Ace freezes for a moment, the frown slipping off his face as his eyes dart towards Deuce. But just as quickly as he's caught off guard, he quickly regains his composure, looking at you with just a hint of sympathy, "well, that figures. You can't expect all those arrogant—" Deuce's protests go unheard "—seniors to actually want to be around us. They all probably think they're too good for us, 'cause we aren't as powerful."

You like Malleus, but you know better than to expect his help in any of the troubles you face in NRC. Maybe he would help, if you pleaded with him, but the likeliness of that is so close to non-existent that you’d rather not ask at all. You would rather keep your friendship how it’s always been, pretending to be unaware of the other’s troubles outside of the current conversation, never delving too deep with the questions. You’ve always known that it's a possibility Malleus was only coming to see you out of boredom, and not because of genuine interest, but hearing your innermost doubts be declared so boldly as an obvious fact makes your heart shatter. Deuce catches onto your crestfallen expression first, always far too observant, and places a tentative hand on your arm.

"It's alright," you've always liked the way Deuce says your name, in a low, soft voice. It sounds like he's gentle with the letters, stringing them together in a deliberate manner that fits you. You've also noticed, internally filled with pride, that it's only your name he says with such care, "I'm sure he cares about you too..."

He meets Ace's sharp glare and stumbles over his next words, sounding more and more unsure by the end of it, "...even if his...way of showing it is a little…unusual. He’s probably just got a strange idea of how friends are."

"Friends?" Ace scoffs, "he's treating them like a pet. Did you even see how he looked at them? All amused like he didn't expect to see them still doing alright. He probably thought it was funny that they hadn't figured out who he was!"

A pet. What a miserable label, but how fitting. Suddenly the insightful discussions and meaningful moments feel painfully one-sided. He must have thought your wonder and awe to be cute, in an awfully condescending way. And perhaps the thing that hurts the most is knowing that despite how much you look forward to seeing him and how much you think of him, soon, you would only be a small moment from his past, likely forgotten.

“I can’t believe I fell for him, too,” you groan, unaware of how Ace and Deuce immediately go still, “I feel so stupid.”

“You like him?!” Ace’s head whips back to stare at your crouched figure with wide eyes, “like…that?”

A hesitant nod is the only answer you can spare.

“But you barely knew anything about him! How—”

“Are you sure?” At your bewildered look, Deuce scrambles to elaborate, “I thought I—we—would be able to tell when you liked someone, since we’ve been around you for so long. But there was nothing to give it away.”

“I’m sure,” you sigh, but when you think of telling them how Malleus makes you forget all the things you wanted to say or how you find yourself thinking of him all the time, you decide it’s too embarrassing to say out loud, “listen, it’s not something I can explain. But I really do like him—or did, I guess.”

“Huh,” Ace slumps down beside you, “never would’a thought you’d have such terrible taste. I mean, seriously? He’s boring and a total creep.” He manages to dodge your incoming elbow jab just in time, “What? It’s the truth!”

“It’s not your fault that he turned out to be a jerk,” Deuce consoles you, “don’t worry about it. You can’t help how you feel.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” you grumble, “I’ll get over it, eventually.”

“You will,” You can’t help the smile that appears on your face after seeing Deuce’s reassuring one, “we’ll make sure of it.”

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in for a penny, in for a pound (ii)

note: hi :> these were the most requested characters since part one, and i might even be open to working on another part for more characters if you all are interested! i tried changing things up with deuce's part :O honestly, the part that took me the longest was figuring out reasons you'd need to ask someone to fake date you for...

summary: yandere! riddle, azul & deuce fake dating reader

pairings: riddle x reader | azul x reader | deuce x reader

cw: yandere characters, obsessive behavior, obsession, forced relationships, blackmail, manipulation, abuse of authority, threats, violence, deceit, guilt-tripping, drugging, imprisonment, implied non-consensual kissing

when you asked riddle to fake date you, it was just a silly joke.

che'nya, surprisingly still in one piece, had slinked up next to you a day ago, with that mischievous grin that seemed to be stuck on his face, "i'm paw-sitive riddle might like you."

you scoffed at that, rolling your eyes, "as if!" though you had to admit the thought was a little funny. riddle, having a crush? and on you? "by the way, don't you have class?"

"don't worry about me!" he cried out, disappearing for a moment and reappearing in front of you, his hands on your shoulders and eyes staring into yours, "aren'cha even a little bit curious?"

"no. besides, don't they say curiosity killed the cat? you better watch out."

at your remark, he grinned gleefully, before continuing to press you on the issue, "he really really really likes ya~"

"if you don't believe me, why don't you try asking him to go out with you?" che'nya suggested, looking surprisingly serious, "i bet'cha he'll be purring in joy."

"sure, che'nya," you sighed, "if it'll get you off my back about this."

"purr-fect! i'll be watching!"

so, to appease his burning curiosity, here you were, standing in front of an uncharacteristically silent riddle.

"together?...like dating?" he stares, wide-eyed.

"yes," you echo, "like dating. but if you're uncomfortable-"

"no, not at all!" he freezes suddenly, "i mean, if it's you..."

you were taken aback. did he just agree to be your boyfriend? you find yourself frowning at him, "you know, you can just say no. i won't take it personally."

"but why would i say no? i meant it, i wouldn't mind."

"really?" he must have caught the surprised look on your face because then he says something you would have never expected to hear from him.

"i like you, after all." riddle looks satisfied, standing proudly in front of you as if he hadn't just said the most insane thing.

"no way," before you can stop yourself, the words are out of your mouth, "i can't believe it! are you in on this with che'nya?"

there was no way to you that riddle, who rarely spared you a second glance, was standing here now, confessing his sudden affection to you. it didn't make any sense.

"what?" riddle seems indignant, now wearing a matching frown, "what does he have to do with this?"

"don't act like you don't know!" you scoff, "i've been set up! how embarrassing, ugh, i'll get back at him..."

riddle slowly blinks at your agitated reaction, "i don't know what you're talking about," he says, at last, "but i really meant it. about liking you, i mean."

"did you?" you look around, thinking how awkward the entire situation was. if he was being serious, saying something like 'no, i was just kidding' would totally sound like a jerk move, right?

"yes."

"you know, i was being serious too..." you finally reply, "sorry about that whole...outburst, i thought che'nya told you to pretend to like me or something."

"why would he?" riddle asks, "that would be...a cruel thing to do, pretending to like someone."

considering that that was exactly what you had just done, you resort to smiling awkwardly at him, saying your goodbyes before leaving. it's alright. you'd find a way to break up with him soon.

riddle only gets increasingly difficult to avoid since that day, which irritated you to no end. riddle was nice, but you had no feelings for him whatsoever and while you were hoping he'd lose whatever interest he had in you as the days passed, he only seemed even more enamored. internally, you curse out che'nya—this was all because of his meddling—as riddle's voice floats in from behind you.

"we should get something to eat together—" typical riddle, to not even bother asking you first. he says it so resolutely like the decision had already been made, by him. you hated how he did that, always choosing for you. he was always overbearing in that aspect, but it only got worse after the confession.

you successfully talked yourself out of it for the last week or so, but before that he had you seated right next to him every day without fail. he also insisted the two of you study together, and almost signed you up for the equestrian club with him despite you having no interest or skill in it. who would have thought riddle was so clingy?

"i already have plans."

"cancel them."

you turn around in shock, taken aback by his sudden demand, "what are you talking about? i can't just do that, just because you want me to."

"but," he frowns, the expression perfectly natural on his face, "i'm your boyfriend. who's more important than me? and, i'm your friend."

"riddle," you sigh, finally realizing this had to come to an end, "i don't think you realize how unhealthy this is. you think that i have to put you above everyone else, and you only ever want to spend time with me. what happened to trey, and your other friends? i thought you were starting to like yuu as well?"

he looks offended by your suggestion, an almost frightening scowl fixed on him now, "it's not unhealthy. it's perfectly normal for a couple to be all over each other. and, unlike you, i know to take care of my lover first before anyone else."

was there no way to reason with him? "but riddle, if you ignore your friends, they'll be hurt. what if things don't work out, and we break up? if you don't have your friends to rely on, who will help you then?"

he looks bewildered that you'd ever even consider such a situation, "that will never happen," he says, as though it was a fact, "i won't let it. so there is no need to worry."

the way he kept refusing to listen really frustrated you, especially since this had been going on for what seemed like forever. it was torturous at this point, having him ruin everything around you if it meant your attention would only be on him. how ever would you get through to him? as the anger coiled in your stomach, you made a huge mistake, revealing to him the truth behind your words from that day and unintentionally sealing your fate.

"i never liked you," so blinded by frustration, you didn't pause to gauge his reaction—something you'd later regret tremendously, "che'nya told me to ask you out, but i never had any feelings for you then, and i still don't feel anything but hate for you now. i just wanted to prove a point."

riddle's face is blank before a tense and obviously forced smile creeps on it, "you're really mean when you're mad. but the only person who should be mad now is me."

"i'm not being mean. this is the truth. i never liked you and i never will. don't talk to me anymore—i don't want to see you ever again," with a scalding glare at him, you storm out of the halls and out of riddle's sight. when you were finally back in your room, you breathed out a sigh of relief, not prepared for the events about to unfold.

"i would never do such a thing."

crowley chuckles awkwardly, the sound obviously forced, "all i'm saying is that it's mr rosehearts' word against yours. i'm sure you understand how this looks?"

how did it look? riddle, the dorm leader and one of the best students in nrc to be accusing you of stealing — who would believe you over him? he was a lot more influential thank you, and he ruled with an iron fish. nobody would dare oppose him anyway. you wouldn't be too surprised if crowley was sucking up to him as well.

"but perhaps you could...plead your case with him. it could likely be a misunderstanding, no? i shall give you two some privacy and not speak of this to anyone yet, for i —" at the withering look riddle shot him, the headmaster cleared his throat and briskly exited the room without finishing his usual line.

"i can't believe that you would lie—"

your incessant rambling is stopped by riddle's authoritative tone and the terrifying message his words carried, "it doesn't matter if it's a lie. what matters is that you'll be expelled from nrc. i'd love to see how you explain that to your family back home."

"you—this is going too far now, riddle. you can't drag my family into this," you seethe, feeling more angry when you noticed the smug look on his face.

"i can do whatever i want," he stares into your eyes, "but if you were to take back what you said that day and promise to be the best partner for me, i could just as easily explain to mr crowley that i was mistaken about the identity of the thief. not a word of this would leave this room and everyone will be happy."

for a moment, you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. anything would be better than agreeing to riddle's stupid demands, but you couldn't be expelled. it would destroy your family and your reputation. after a few, heavy moments, you seal your fate once again.

it only occurs to you, when you finally get in touch with a friend of yours who you hadn't seen in nrc for a while, that when riddle said he would tell mr crowley he was wrong about who the thief was, he was using that opportunity to rip away a good friend of yours by framing them for the crime instead. now, the grip riddle had on your arm feels more like the chains connecting you to a neverending nightmare.

when you asked azul to fake date you, it was because of a little crush.

you knew he was way out of your league, but you've always had a silly little crush on him from the day you saw him. azul was a year above you, but he was so popular that everyone knew about him. apart from being smart and suave, you were so impressed by how he managed to do well in school, supervise the dorm and run the mostro lounge (a place you stopped by almost every day, and not just because you were hoping to catch a glimpse of azul—the food was amazing). the few times you've talked to him, it was mostly because he came by to ask if you were enjoying your time in the lounge, but each time you were too flustered to answer. how embarrassing...

and then there was also word going around about his contracts. you weren't sure how legal any of it was, but you weren't about to miss an opportunity like this. sure, you had heard the horror stories, about how azul made the people who couldn't hold their end of the deal slave away in the lounge, and took possession of their skills, but you were still determined to at least get a consultation. you got lucky, as a friend of a friend knew someone who could pull some strings and ensure you get a session with azul personally to discuss your wish.

you had no idea how to approach it with him, realizing it would sound rather stupid to come out and say you just wanted him to hold your hand and go out with you for a few weeks, but finally, you decided that the best way to go about things would be to be honest.

still, it didn't mean you felt any less awkward talking to him about it.

"you want me...to date you?" azul is still smiling, but you can sense his confusion. you couldn't blame him, you knew it sounded weird.

"i've liked you for a while," you say, unable to look straight at him, "so i thought if we did this i could finally..deal with my feelings and get over it. i mean, i've been idolizing you in my head, so a reminder that you're pretty normal would help, i think?"

"i see. honestly, i'm flattered," he says, leaning back into his seat, "and while it's different from the usual things people ask me, i'm not so cruel as to turn you away. in fact, i won't even ask anything in return—" you go to interrupt without thinking, but azul only holds up a hand and you go quiet again. at that moment, he looked rather pleased.

"it wouldn't be fair to ask anything in return since i'm only losing my time. i could even argue that you have more to lose from this. but of course, i'll be needing something to hold as...collateral in the event that you breach the contract or take advantage of this arrangement. there will be a lot of terms to this."

you nod eagerly, ready to accept any and all terms he was going to write. despite the ominous feeling crawling up your spine, you found it all so exciting! dating azul ashengrotto! even if it was just temporary and not really a relationship, you were sure you could soothe the strange infatuation you had with him through this.

"something simple," he continues," what about...your ability to communicate? meaning your voice, of course, and other things—" he doesn't elaborate on that, and you foolishly, don't ask him to, "—most of the contract terms ask you not to say anything more than what i allow you to say about our arrangement to anyone if asked or exaggerate it, so i think it would be a fair exchange. don't worry, this is just a formality set in place. you seem like a good person. i'm sure this will go smoothly."

you weren't sure how smoothly things were going.

it was great...at first. you had regularly scheduled dates, and he wasn't against the hand-holding you wanted. in fact, the contract even allowed for kissing, though you noted azul seemed to get flustered from even the slightest physical contact. it seemed like he was really trying his best to make this a good time for you, but you weren't going to do more than this if it meant he might be uncomfortable. azul would walk by you in the hall and stop to ask you about your day, walk you from your last class to the lounge where you hung out with him for some time, helped you with your work, and even bought you gifts. when you tried telling him he didn't have to, he only insisted you keep it. he was just such a perfect boyfriend.

and that was the issue. you went into this thinking that you'd see how azul was just like most other people in nrc, but he was honestly impressing you with how caring he was and how great he was as a partner. it was almost too good to be true, and it felt like your whole plan had backfired on you. instead, you thought you might be falling for him even more from this.

but there was also the...unpleasant side to him. he wasn't exactly mean to you, but there were those times he'd stare too coldly at your friends and insist you ditch them to go out with him instead, and the times he kept pressing you to stay over in octavinelle for the night, going as far as to say he could talk to crowley about you moving to the dorm permanently, though such a thing was unheard of. he wanted to know every little detail about your day, and even if you could talk animatedly about everything, it was getting a little weird when he kept asking. but the weirdest part? the few times you brought up the contract, asking him about how long it was meant to last, he only changed the subject. he didn't even let you take a second look at it, claiming there was nothing you had to worry about. now you were left confused about the details.

it had been a month already, and you were starting to feel like it was time you ended things with azul. sure, he still made your heart flutter the few times he genuinely smiled at you, and he had a way of making you feel important, but it was a little draining to keep up with the facade when you were worried about deepening your feelings for him. after some encouragement from your friends, you gathered up the courage to approach him about it.

you thought of many ways things could go, maybe he would be pleased to end things, or maybe he'd explain the contract still had a day or two on it. maybe he'd draw up another agreement that would say you couldn't speak about this to anyone ever again. but you hadn't been expecting such an angry refusal.

"no."

you quickly put down the half-empty glass, your fingers curl up into your palm as you waited for him to elaborate—but that was all he said.

"sorry, but i don't understand—"

he smiles, but the expression looks patronizing, "i don't expect you to. you see, according to our contract, since you didn't give any more details, it is up to me when our arrangement ends. and i don't want it to end now, or for the foreseeable future."

upon noticing the shock on your face, he reaches out to place a comforting hand on your balled-up fists, though it feels like it serves to be a warning, "why do you look so distraught? weren't you the one who liked me? i gave it some thought, and you're pretty cute, [name]. i didn't think anyone would love me, but you did, and i would be a fool to let this opportunity slip by. i don't see why you would be upset. this is a mutually beneficial relationship, isn't it?"

"i don't...not anymore. please, i just want things to back to normal," you choke out, "i need my space and my time again."

"well, aren't you straight to the point? my dear, as much as i would hate for it to come to this, if you refuse to accept my decision, i'll consider it a breach of the contract."

"i'll tell everyone," you threaten him, though your voice is shaky, "they'll all know about this. nobody would ever—"

your voice begins to fade, words stuck in your throat and being dragged back down. you scratch at your throat, feeling like a lock had been placed on it, but to no avail. your voice was gone. and azul...he looked like the cat that got the cream.

"i warned you..." he says, his voice muffled. your world begins to slow down and melt, colors merging together and your senses dulling. you could just about make out a hand on your head, stroking you slowly as he continues talking, but his words slur, and your head spins.

"good morning," you're greeted by a voice that sent chills down your spine, and you began frantically trying to hide back under the covers as azul approaches you. was this his room? how did he get you here?

"i'm terribly sorry about how i had to deal with your outburst," he sighs, "but you were just being unreasonable. you agreed to the contract, so it's on you for failing to keep your promises too. don't worry, though. i understand it must have been overwhelming for you. you said...you said you were afraid the arrangement only resulted in making you like me more, didn't you? that's not a bad thing at all. i like you a lot now, too, thanks to the contract. i didn't realize how nice it would be to have someone by my side..."

you turn your head away, feeling hot, angry tears race down your cheeks. azul isn't perturbed in the slightest by the sight.

"i don't want you to think i'm leading you on. if i didn't like you, i would have ended the thing within a week, but we kept it going, didn't we? and we're suited for each other, don't you think? i would have thought you'd be happier about how things turned out, [name]. isn't this what you wanted?"

you felt like a scolded child, but you were enraged by the way he was treating you. you weren't a pet for him to keep locked up. you didn't want to be with him, not anymore. not after you learned about his true nature. you should have known it was a stupid idea from the start, and now it was too late to take it back.

you try to scream, but your mouth feels like it's filled with sand and your voice has shrunk. azul only chuckles at your frustrated expression and comes closer.

he sits down beside you, a hand cradling your cheek, "i'm a little nervous about this," he admits, "i've done my research but i'm still not so sure—though we can always learn together. after all, the best way to improve is by practice..."

you had been too trusting of azul, and it cost you your freedom.

when deuce asked you to fake date him, it was to back up a lie.

the whole situation was quite bizarre. deuce had found himself at the receiving end of jeering classmates, who were oddly enough, picking on his inexperience in dating. however they learned about that was beyond you, but you knew how hard deuce was working to become a model student, so you knew it took great restraint in him to not hit them. but in order to silence the taunting, he instead blurted out a lie about dating you.

deuce was pretty close with you, as the both of you met on the first day of school, but it was still quite unexpected that he'd do such a thing. his request was strange, to say the least, but you couldn't exactly refuse, since he had always been there for you. there were many instances when you had to do something you dreaded and deuce would, without complaint, step up and do the task. whenever someone jeered at you about something or the other, deuce would instantly go to beat them up, throwing caution to the wind. you just wished he didn't do it on your behalf, since you always felt guilty afterward.

all of that lead you to your current predicament.

"you...you're going to have to date me!"

you hadn't been expecting to be greeted like that, and your puzzled expression must have been obvious, as he rushes to explain himself, but after hearing him out you agree anyways, "it's not any trouble for me, but...are you sure about this?"

it was a little weird. very weird, to be honest. but deuce had always been there to help you out, and you didn't want to turn him down. if you refused him, nobody else could help. you couldn't exactly let him go back out there and face the teasing again, worried he might lose his temper. he refused to even tell you who it was that poked fun of him, so there was nothing else you could do. besides, if you were ever in a predicament like this, there was no doubt in your mind that deuce would help without question. it was the least you could do.

honestly, this didn't feel like the best way to proceed, but he insisted that he couldn't face admitting that he lied about dating you to 'everyone, so you swallow your doubts and assure him it would be alright. after more careful discussion, the plan was ready to begin as soon as he wanted it. deuce insisted he walk you back to your dorm, all the way talking about something or the other.

this wasn't exactly anything new between the two of you, but he kept redirecting the conversation back to your new status as a 'couple' and it left you a little concerned.

"now that i think about it...my mom would be over the moon about this. i mean, me, and you? she wouldn't believe it!" you laugh awkwardly in response, but you were confused about why he would need to tell his mom. the two of you could probably end things soon, and the chances of her finding out were pretty slim anyway.

despite your feelings, you keep quiet and watch him walk away, still a little unsure about the whole thing.

today, deuce insisted you sit with him and his friends.

"no offense," ace says, waving deuce aside, "but i can't believe it. what did you even see in him? he's liked you for so long, but i didn't think you felt like that for him too."

it wasn't surprising that his friends thought you two were actually dating, since he insisted that you couldn't let anyone know the truth, so you decided to humor them. but his last words startled you a little. deuce...liked you? you put aside that piece of information and focus on answering his question instead.

"i mean, he's pretty cute and—" you don't miss the way deuce's eyes widen "—he's so considerate and kind. i've known him for a while and...i don't know, it just felt right."

you quickly glance at deuce, who was extremely silent and staring at his food like it was the most intriguing thing at the moment. was he embarrassed that his feelings were revealed?

ace groans out loud, saying something about how lucky deuce was and how unfair it was, but you blocked him out, feeling rather stupid about your earlier words, and bewildered about why he'd ask you to fake date him if he already actually liked you. that sounded like torture, to be honest. you finish your food and leave as quickly as you can, claiming you had some work to finish. surprisingly, deuce stood up after you, rushing to catch up with your fast steps.

"i'm so sorry! i know the whole thing about me liking you came out of nowhere, but i didn't want to make things awkward, that's all!"

"that's alright, but it's still...isn't it weird? i mean, lying to your friends? and i don't know...it feels like i'm leading you on. i never knew you thought of me like that."

deuce looks taken aback by your words, "huh? it's not weird at all! i just had to lie so that they wouldn't accidentally tell anyone else the truth. and don't worry! you're not leading me on or anything. i asked you for this, right?"

"right," you mutter, "but still, you do know that i don't really like you?"

he looks a little hurt by the question and you internally scream at yourself, feeling quite terrible for saying that. why were you treating deuce like he'd do something creepy? it was deuce. he'd never...he wouldn't do anything like that...

"i didn't mean to—"

"no," he laughs awkwardly, "i get it. but seriously, you're only helping me out here! if you're worried that this might make things weird between us, i promise it won't. in fact, i think it's helping us grow closer."

he looked like he meant his words, too, which relieved you a little. you just hoped this whole thing would blow over soon so you didn't hurt him any more than you might have already.

it didn't blow over. instead, it felt like deuce was making it even more of a big deal than it was.

you were rushing down to a classroom that you were told deuce was in after wreaking havoc on a group of students. you watched as some of them limped out, glaring at the room they exited, before entering the now-empty room yourself, closing the door behind you.

"deuce?" you call out, worry seeping into your tone, "are you here?"

you find him seated at a table near the back, looking at his hands with a frown.

"i'm sorry," he finally says, acknowledging your entry, "i—they were talking about you so rudely. i couldn't just sit back and listen to that."

"deuce," you sigh, "i get it, but this...you really hurt them. i don't understand why you feel the need to go so far."

"i thought...as your boyfriend...it was the right thing to do," he whispers, "i just wanted you to see me. see that i can take care of you. don't you want that?"

you're exasperated, tired of repeating the same line over and over again. even you don't feel the weight it should carry anymore, "this relationship is fake."

"but it feels right, doesn't it?"

"sorry?"

"i mean...us. you said it felt right," he exhales, "i've been trying so hard to be perfect for you. i've done everything you wanted, to show you how much i care, so why can't you let me believe this for a little while longer? we've done this for this long, would a few more days matter?" he pleads, "just...let me believe that i had a chance."

"deuce, i really don't want to hurt you."

"i'm the one hurting myself," he sounds painfully heartbroken, "but just give me a few more days. please. i'll leave you alone after that."

some part of you didn't want to trust him, but another part of you felt bad for him. maybe it wouldn't be too bad to go on like this for a few more days, but you didn't want him to delude himself any further than he already had. however, the moment you looked at him, so pitifully waiting for your response, you knew you couldn't deny him.

his face drops as someone knocks on the door, "are you two alright in there?"

deuce glances at you for a moment, and at your hesitant nod, a little smile crawls onto his face, "we're alright."

"yeah," you stare at where his hands held yours, his fingers trembling, echoing his words back, "we're alright."

who would've thought his innocent crush on you would grow so dangerously?

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[ilikefanfics4]

HELP I FOUND A TWISTED WONDERLAND FIC CALLED "Bury me gently" ITS FOCUS WAS FIRST ON HEARTSYMBOL. IT WAS AN ISEKAI WE'RE THE READER REPLACED YUU WHEN WE ARRIVED.

Yuu is a clay doll and they got decapitated at the end of the fic in order to help us escape.

The reader also knows of twisted Wonderland as a game they played for getting Isekaid

PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT

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[angelgarden-posts]

Can i request this with the same scenario with ace and deuce please?

(Ofc without the birthday special)

Yandere Adeuce Finding Out Reader is Female

TW/CW: possessive/obsessive behavior, misogyny, mentions of violence

One would think that without your presence, the Adeuce duo would get into endless fights and arguments, but it was quite the opposite.

Ace and Deuce were quiet and troubled throughout the day as they counted the seconds until classes ended, as all that occupied their thoughts were you.

There was an unsaid agreement between the two: they would check up on you as soon as they could. (Which could be longer than they could bear, since they both had detention—)

Their wait ended sooner than necessary though, since Ace’s impatience and disregard for authority led him to decide that it was time to visit you before school ended. Deuce, not wanting to be excluded and momentarily forgetting about his goal to become more studious, followed Ace out of school during the transition time between class periods.

When they successfully arrived at Ramshackle’s door, they didn’t think twice about breaking and entering. They just wanted to make sure that you were okay, it wasn’t like they’re doing anything wrong.

They both stormed the dorm, bursting into your room with such force that if you weren’t already in a deep sleep due to your increasingly concerning fever, you would’ve killed the both of them.

You had been overheating before you had drifted off to sleep, so you without your usual blanket coverage.

And without that coverage, paired with the bonus of your hair splayed out and your more feminine facial features on display, you had their jaws dropping to the floor.

Now that they know you’re a girl, prepare to be babied by them—and it might be for the better, since they’ll keep the bickering behind the scenes when you’re around.

However, that’s probably the end of the good news. They will definitely argue about matters related to you when your back is turned.

And they both have a misogynistic bones in their body—even if they don’t acknowledge it.

Ace believes that girls are all the same and cannot handle more ‘masculine’ activities due to his previous girlfriend having different tastes than him, while Deuce is a mama’s boy and believes that you can’t fend for yourself—so he takes it upon himself to become your personal bodyguard, even if you don’t know it.

After you return to your normal state, Ace will tread with caution around you and catch wind of what your likes and dislikes are to cater to your needs, while Deuce will hover over you constantly, and you’ll never have a moment of rest without them.

If anyone comes near you, they’ll immediately become tense, but will wait for you to leave or stop paying attention to them so that they can threaten or beat the poor guy up.

Deuce will completely ignore his objective of being a less violent person and just let loose on anyone who he deems a threat to you and your relationship with him. Ace will be more manipulative about it, goading the other person on until they throw the first punch so that if he does get into trouble, he can always blame it on that guy and play his predicament up for your sympathy.

In the present moment however, they’ll make sure that you’re comfortable in your sleep, and skip the rest of the day to stay by your side.

Every time they so much as look at you, they can’t help but think of how pitiful and weak you are with your feminine physique paired with your lack of magic.

It seems like it’s up to them to make sure nobody else lays a finger on you.

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[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Aren't you happy to be home?

I've had this idea since before I started writing on this account, believe it or not :)

Warning(s): the reader is kinda dumb, drugging, kidnapping

You woke up in your apartment, like any other day.

You made yourself breakfast, went to work, came home, had dinner, and went back to sleep. That's a normal day for you.

You live a boring life. You're ok with that, but sometimes you wished it was more exciting.

Today, two people moved into the apartment next door to yours.

You baked them some cookies, and knocked on their door, tray in hand, as a way to welcome them.

Your life was about to get much more exciting.

You knocked on the door, and waited for a response.

The door was opened by a teen with ginger hair. He couldn't have been older than 16. A bit young to be living alone but, eh, it's not your problem.

"Hi there! I live next door, and I thought I'd bring something over for you, kinda like a house warming gift!" You explained to him, handing him the tray of cookies you'd made.

"Oh wow, thanks." He said. "Hey, what's your name?"

"My name?"

"Yeah, my roommate and I... aren't from around here. It'd be nice to have someone to go to if we're ever, y'know, in trouble."

"Well, I guess that makes sense." You said. "I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you."

"D'you wanna come in?"

"Uh... s-sure!"

This person, this ginger boy... he looks strangely familiar. But you're almost 100% sure you've never seen him before.

You entered his apartment. It was very empty, aside from some very basic furniture. On the couch sat a boy with navy blue hair, petting a cat.

"Hm? Who's that, Ace?" The boy on the couch asked.

"This is (Y/N), they live next door. Oh! And they made cookies for us!"

"Ooh, what kind?"

"Uh, just normal cookies... made from store-bought cookie dough..." You admitted. "Sorry, it's nothing special, but I wanted to do something nice, you know...?"

"No, it's fine, (Y/N)!" The blue haired boy told you. "We really appreciate it!"

"Oh geez, I didn't introduce myself." The ginger boy said. "Uh, my name's Ace Trappola, that's my roommate Deuce Spade, and that's our... cat, Grim."

"Nice to meet you two, o-or three, I suppose!" You sweetly said. "I don't mean to pry into your private lives, but, ah, aren't you two a bit young to be living alone?"

"Sixteen plus sixteen is thirty two, so combined I think we're old enough." Deuce explained. "I think we'll be fine."

"Oh! Ok, well, if you two ever need anything, I'm just next door!"

You decided to go home, since you still need to make yourself dinner. You couldn't help but think, that... Ace and Deuce look really familiar. And you swear you've heard their names before, but... you've never met them before.

"The cookies aren't as good as Trey's, but I'll give them the benefit of the doubt, since Trey makes his completely from scratch." Deuce said, eating one of the cookies.

"Maaan, it sucks pretending to be a cat." Grim pouted. "I wanna use my magic again!"

"Believe me, so do I." Ace said, sighing. "But hey, we'll be back home soon enough. And we'll be bringing them back home, too."

"Ace, gimme a cookie." Grim demanded.

"Nah."

"WHAT?! GIVE IT NOW!"

"Go eat trash off the ground!"

"Can you two stop yelling?" Deuce asked. "We don't want (Y/N) to know yet, do we?"

Grim grabbed a cookie, and he and Ace glared at each other.

"I do feel a bit sad that they don't remember us, though..." Deuce said, continuing to eat his cookie. "I know they think everything was a dream, and you sorta immediately forget about dreams when you wake up, but..."

"They'll remember soon. If we're lucky... they'll remember once it's too late." Ace smirked evilly.

As the days went on, you got to know Ace and Deuce better. They seemed to be nice enough people, two boys sharing a braincell trying to live alone. Sometimes they'd come over to your place to watch tv (since they didn't have one), in fact, the three of you had a movie night where you watched Alice In Wonderland together.

They would come over and ask you for help with various things, things that you assumed they'd know how to use... but that's none of your business.

Tonight, they made you a cake. They said it was a 'thank-you' gift for all the help you've given them. They mentioned that Grim helped too, but very quickly said it was a joke.

Something about the cake tasted... off.

Oh, but that's fine! Ace and Deuce are stupid teens, after all, they probably just misread the recipe!

You got up from your seat when you finished your slice of cake.

You felt woozy...

"Ace, Deuce, what..." Before you could ask them what they put in the cake, you collapsed onto the floor.

"Nice! It worked!" Grim said, excited.

"Shush, Grim! (Y/N) just collapsed, which probably made a lot of noise, so if the other people in the building hear someone yelling 'iT wOrKeD!' that's probably gonna set off some alarm-bells!" Ace whisper-yelled.

"I guess you're right." Grim admitted.

"The mirror's right there." Deuce pointed to the mirror hanging just above your couch.

"Alright. Deuce, grab their legs. I'll grab their shoulders, we'll carry them into the mirror and bring 'em home." Ace said. "Grim, you just keep a tight grip on me so you don't get lost in some other dimension while we're travelling."

"Got it!" Deuce and Grim responded.

Ace and Deuce grabbed hold of you, lifting you off the ground, and Grim wrapped his arms around Ace's neck.

"Mirror, bring us to Twisted Wonderland!" Deuce comanded. The mirror began to faintly glow... then, the two boys (and the cat monster) carried you into the mirror.

You woke up somewhere unfamiliar.

A strange place.

"They're awake!"

"Hopefully that rough landing wasn't what did it."

"Good morning, (Y/N)! How did you sleep?"

Around you, you saw three people (well, two people and a cat). Ace, Deuce, and Grim. But... they looked different.

Ace had a heart painted over his left eye, Deuce had a spade painted over his right eye, and Grim had blue fire emanating from his ears.

"What's... going on...?" You asked.

"We brought you home with us." Ace told you.

"And now, you're right where you belong. With us, in Twisted Wonderland..." Deuce smiled.

"Don't tell me you don't remember this place!" Grim yelled, surprising you.

"Twisted... Wonderland...? What do you mean...?" You asked.

Suddenly, all the memories came flooding back to you. All the memories of your dream, the dream you had of that magical world... you're there again.

"W-wait a minute! Why am I back here?!" You began to panic. "What's going on?! What did you do?!"

"Ace and I found a way into your world... so we decided to go there, find you, and bring you back home with us!" Deuce happily explained. He gently hugged you, and rubbed his face against yours. "And now, you don't have to leave anymore... you can stay here, with us... forever."

"Aren't you happy to be home?" Ace asked. "Your life in your old world seemed downright miserable! Whatever life you live here, it'll be better than your old life."

"I'm glad you're back, minion!" Grim yelled.

This time, you're not going to be able to return home. Not on their watch.

Twisted Wonderland is your home now.

You should just forget about your old life.

#ace trappola #deuce spade #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere ace trappola #yandere deuce spade #yandere ace x reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere ace trappola x reader #yandere deuce spade x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere ace #yandere deuce #yandere grim kinda? #i mean he wants you to come back #but like he's a cat monster #eh who knows

[kikyan]

Yandere Heartslabyul Headcanons

TW: Dark content up ahead!! Yandere headcanons means yandere content y’all! Mentions of abuse and violent acts either towards the reader or the character!! Mental instability, gaslighting, manipulation, etc. This is your TW please proceed with caution!!

BANNER MADE BY @herestrish DONT STEAL YOU FUCKERS MY BFF WORKED HARD ON THEM

DISCLAIMER:

These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision!

Riddle Rosenhearts

I want to try a different headcanon format, so this may get messy. I’ll start with another disclaimer, again my personal interpretation and this ISN’T canon, so don’t come after me, anyways let’s head on to his rating and his common traits. Riddle is a solid 6/10 because of his mommy issues but because of how strict he is. Common characteristics include, over-protective, obsessive, clingy, and possessive. Let’s break it down!

Riddle is a strict character; he was raised to be a perfect role model by his mother, which meant having to give up his childhood. While he strives to make up for the damages and live his teenage years peacefully, it’s hard to break out of a routine. He’s obsessive. He monitors and observes your behavior, writes down your reactions, your likes and dislikes, who you’re hanging out with and any information you can offer, he knows. It’s more to get a feel for your character, who you are and how to react. He’ll know what tea you like and he’d serve it when he invites you to his tea parties, offers to tutor you when you fail an exam from a class you don’t share, and more. At first it’s nothing extreme, just normal conversation and small things that make your heart swoon!

Over-protective and possessive, they kinda go together with him. You’re new to this world and he knows that others aren’t so kind. He trusts Ace and Deuce, but he can’t trust the others not with a task this great! “Word of advice, they belong to a bad crowd, you shouldn’t associate yourself with them if you want a quiet life here, [Reader]”. Are you going to scoff and not listen to Riddle’s warning? Absolute;ly not! He’s housewarden for a reason and sure he’s uptight, but he doesn’t mean any harm and he’s just looking out for you! Riddle wants you to be successful and gleam in well deserved praise and attention, the type to push you a bit to study and participate while lightly scolding your wrongdoings and correcting your mistakes.

He’s not a concrete pillar though, he can be broken down so it’s only around you and maybe Trey where he reveals his real emotions. He may not look it, but he gets excited when you remember what he likes, when his birthday is, and small quirks he has. He really does appreciate being treated like an equal and being doted on, it’s a nice feeling. After being there for someone in more ways than one it’s nice to be treated the same (I know the feeling, I’m the mom friend-). Since you’re the only few he’s comfortable with, he’d want your attention on him. He wants you to notice when he’s feeling down, he wants you to praise him, he wants you to see him. He can be clingy, often making up tasks for you to help or to keep your attention away from others.

He doesn’t seem too extreme, but he’ll be mentally exhausting. Let’s say he manages to be with you, after all that fighting, crying, screaming, arguments, he breaks down. He won’t snap and resort to physical violence, no he’ll just break down crying. Why don’t you see what he’s doing for you? You’re his best friend, he loves you, he doesn't want to fight! Sorry to say but he gives me the “you don’t love me I’m going to fucking hurt myself!” vibe, if pushed to those limits you know. After everything he’s been through won’t you give him another chance? Maybe see it from his perspective?

Trey Clover

Trey is an 8/10 on my scale and before you all go, “Woah that’s way too high” lemme explain. The main characteristics are manipulative, overprotective, and possessive. Given Riddle’s backstory and how Trey and Chenya played a role in it, I know that Trey really cares for him but it’s tiring. He’s the mom friend and as someone who is the mom friend, it’s hard to be that person you’ve presented yourself as without hurting someone. Everyone turns to Trey if they need help, all the kids who are upset with Riddle’s ruling turned to him for comfort, and even seek his guidance. He has an older brother vibe to him and he hates it. Good old caring and reliable Trey, he can’t be truthful and has to keep the nice guy facade up, he can’t just blurt and say “it’s your fault” or “well what did you expect when you’re so stupid”.

He’s overprotective. He cares for you, will bake you sweets, and accommodate to your liking. Walk you to class, pick you up, help tutor you, and assist you in your tasks/needs! He’s such a good, reliable friend. Is that all he is to you? He’s tired of it, really! While he means well and your safety is his number one concern, he can’t help but notice that you’ve been so ungrateful as of late! Sick of the, “You’re like a brother to me!” and “Trey? Oh yeah, he’s my best friend!” With that behavior he rather just let you fall, let you fail, and let you starve.

Possessive. Trey sees you as his and guess what, you are! He’s always by your side scolding you and helping you, of course people are going to get the right idea and think you’re dating. It hurts him really when you deny all these claims and brush him off as anything but your partner. His hand is always on you, he’s always grabbing your hand and kissing your forehead but these are just gentle familial touches right? Cater sees his frustration but he doesn’t really care, it’s what he deserves mr “yeah, you and me are tight, but Riddle and me are tighter”.

Manipulative. Honest to God, he’d gaslight the fuck out of you. Lying to you non-stop, sreading rumors, making you feel so dumb. Straight up he’s mean, because he’s tired. He’s tired of the sugarcoating, the “no you’re okay, here I’ll help!”. He’s a ticking time bomb, he’s waiting to just shout “that’s common sense why don’t you know that?” Spreading rumors, “yeah they belong to a bad crowd, better avoid them!” oh actually. . .”did you know they said this about you?” Lying non-stop to make you feel bad, “Oh, Professor Trein actually said the report was due yesterday, you’re so forgetful, [Reader].” or “The recipe never called for that, what would you do without me, [Reader]!”. You become so dependent on Trey, you can’t even think for yourself. It all went according to plan.

You know that trope where the unusually calm person is only calm because they manage to release their stress from committing some violent crimes? I think that fits Trey. Which is why I say he'd be a sadistic yandere. He loves to see you cry, to see you beg for him! Even after seeing the real him you’re so stupid and helpless you crawl back to your attacker because you don’t know how to help yourself. He loves the thrill, the thought that you trust someone so willingly only to risk finding out that they’re the ones who hurt you! I think that he's not above permanently scarring you or hurting you. Yeah he’s tired of being the one who always helps, the one who everyone can turn to because it’s far too much for him! So be a good darling and go along with what he says! Be so submissive and willingly, don’t try to escape because it won’t end pretty. Second chances are hard to get and you can bet your ass that the punishment for slipping up is quite costly!

Cater Diamond

Cater is a 10/10, he’s not at all stable babes RUN! Why do I say this? Hear my ass out, please! The main characteristics are sadistic, manipulative, clingy, and obsessive.

Starting off strong and basic, social media is what many people have. Bet your ass he’s your first contact on your phone, the first one who added you on the social media platform, and he’s checking that shit. Anything, any information that could have been leaked by friends, other followers, etc. You like a post from a favorite artist? Omg, he likes them too! What a coincidence, not like he planned that or anything. He’s the type to follow you around, maybe even talking to some classmates about you. Most definitely take pictures of you and hang them across his room, sure he has those nice cute ones that he took at the photo booth with you! He also has photos from when you fell asleep on his shoulder during a study session, photos of you eating at your dorm, in class, and asleep. Those are hidden from wandering eyes of course! Maybe he has a secret stash of other photos, who knows?

From what I gathered from his backstory, he’s just like me fr. He’s a people pleaser and it’s gotten so bad to the point he adapts to others and caters to their needs rather than his own. Since he’s always changing to please others, he doesn’t have a personality of his own. I wanted to say that he wants to be his true self around his S/O but how could he be if he doesn’t even know which one is the real him? This is where we start going downhill fast asf. Clingy. He’s the other woman, not just with the Trey situation but he tries so hard to be what others expect of him and he’s not even that well-loved in his community. He’s just a funny, lazy upperclassman who probably needs help studying because he’s always on that damn phone! Not you though, you see through that quickly. His smiles are practiced, his words are smooth and cunning and he can get what he wants with his social skills. He’s super reliable and has so much potential that others see him as, which is why he’s so manipulative.

Cater brushes off comments with a joke, he’s praised in areas he excels and laughed in the one’s he doesn’t do the best in, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s just an empty shell. His S/O is wrapped around his finger, sure he’s a sweet boy who would take pics with you, proudly flaunt you out in public as HIS, offer to help you study, and take you on sweet dates. You have long and meaningful talks and he gives out the best advice. He’s always there to lend an ear and a helping hand! So what’s the issue? He sounds amazing so why am I rating him so high? Now I know this isn’t a usual headcanon that I tend to give out, but I feel as if Cater is mentally unstable, bipolar if you will. He doesn’t know the real him, some part of him wants to cherish you and be a super sweet photogenic couple and the other side of him wants to keep you hidden and locked up. He wants to console you, but another Cater wants to hurt you. See those cute expressions you make when you’re in pain. It’s like whiplash, he’s a ticking time bomb that is so unpredictable. When he sees what he’s done, he’s in a state of pain. Apologies are being screamed at, he’s so sorry you don’t deserve this and he doesn’t deserve you but please don’t leave him it won’t happen again, you understand right? Better keep your guard up because who knows, what if this Cater isn’t the one you know and it’s one you should fear? What if the Cater you love doesn't manage to snap out of it in time? You know what he says, “Cay Cay’s gonna slay slay”.

Deuce Spade

He’s not too bad, Deuce is around a 5 or 6/10, he’s better than all the other ones here. He has the usual characteristics, protective and possessive. Those are his main points, he’s not a bad guy he just has his moment you know? Starting off, Deuce is someone who unlike the others, knows he’s not perfect but makes an attempt to get better. His mom was a single mother and he helped her with chores and fixing things here and there, taking the role of man of the house. Good thing is that he didn’t pick up some toxic masculinity trait! He’s protective alright, someone is picking on you? Call Deuce right up and he’s there! Ready to defend your honor. Do you need a favor? He might not be the best but he’ll try his best!

His hard work was never reflected with the end results, so I feel as if he was a burnout kid young you know? What's the point in trying if the results are the same? With that being said, I feel like he couldn’t come to terms with the results and so he started acting out to give a reason to his behavior. He tries hard every day, surely his bad grades are from him skipping, not because he’s a slow learner right? After what he heard his mom say he wanted to clean his act up and so far, though he’s not perfect and has outburst sometimes, he’s a great person where it counts. That’s what matters :))

He’s possessive, though I see him as the type to get quiet and flustered when he’s with his S/O, he’d care for them. You never gave up on him, treated him the same and were there for him every step of the way, [Reader] you’re going to get treated like royalty for sure with him! Everyone knows that change doesn’t happen automatically, so while he doesn’t mean to get violent with you, he can get a bit rough. Sometimes his hold on you is too tight to the point where your wrist begins to hurt. Maybe his hug can get a bit too rib crunching, he’s just so scared of losing his only love, aside from his mother of course!

He may be too over controlling, he’ll see any slight disturbance as an attack against his life, his S/O, and his relationship. This is when Deuce goes back to his roots, he goes back to getting into fights and leaving the other party black and blue. You’re staring in shock, Deuce is covered in blood and his own wounds that don’t come close to rival those on the receiving end. When he looks at you with those crazed blood-lust filled eyes, you can help but flinch a little and that’s when he comes back. Surely, you’re not scared of him, right? You know he’ll never hurt you, right? Of course you do! So tell him [Reader], why are you rejecting his love for you?

Ace Trapoola

Ace is a 7/10 no questions asked, he’s better than most but he’s stepping into that dark side fast. The thing with Ace is that he’s honest. Not using the “I’m just honest” disguise to be mean. He really is honest, he says what he means and what he thinks at the moment regardless of the consequences. I thought he was a badass when Trey was telling them Riddle’s story and asked them to be understanding. Ace told Trey heads up, “So it’s your fault.” When I tell you I was SHOOK. Ace was right of course but it was so unexpected of him to say! Regardless, he’s mean. He’s not trying to be (not yet anyways), he’s just honest! Manipulative, possessive, overprotective.

Aside from telling the truth as straightforwardly as possible, ironically he’s a good liar when it benefits him. Filler content aside, let’s bffr. He’s the type to bully/tease his S/O because he thinks their reactions are oh so cute! I like the idea that Ace was your first best friend and nothing says true friendship like hating each other in the beginning, enemies to lovers fr. The teasing can be something light like laughing at you when you say the wrong answer during a lecture, “You can be serious? C’mon the answer is so easy, you’re so stupid!” It can escalate to something more extreme like laughing at your outfit, “Seriously, you’re wearing that to a study session? You want to fuck your partner or something?” When he’s jealous, he gets worse. Yeah his honesty was a bit harsh, but now he’s just plain old mean.

Possessive. You’re HIS best friend. You’re HIS s/o!! Would he really skip out on class just to hang out with you? Don’t be silly, yeah you’re fun but he’s got way better things he could be doing right now (no he doesn’t). He’s so much more than what he presents himself as, just look at him damn it! He’s not the best friend who stands on the sidelines, he’s the best friend who turned into your boyfriend.

Most of all, he’s manipulative. I’ve placed a TW at the top but here is another. Ace is the type of person who is not above lying and paying people off to mess with you so you crawl back to him. He’d pay people to bully you, call you mean names, make you feel like shit, maybe even physically harm you. Sometimes he swoops in and plays hero, just so he can rub it in as a “see you need me!” Sometimes, he doesn’t show up but watches from the sidelines to see you cry and beg for them to stop hitting you, because he enjoys how after the whole situation he’s the first person you turn to. He wants to be your number one, [Reader]. Doesn’t matter how low he needs to go, you’ll see how all you need is Ace.

The type to gaslight you and make it seem like you’re the one with the problem. The type to bring you to your lowest point, but while you hate him and want your space, he’s the first person you run back to. He’d be the type of person to bring your self esteem so low, but remind you that while yeah you’re a shitty person, he’s the only one who’d want you. Sad thing is, he’d put on such a convincing performance you’d believe him. Who would love you other than Ace? Nobody. Ace is all you have. That’s how he likes it.

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[cvlutos]

“Folklore”

| TWISTED WONDERLAND: DEMON AU |

| 01.07.2023 | 0.3K | Mature |

| Demon!Deuce Spade X GN!Reader |

| Dark Content | Blood | Demons | Implied Murder | Implied Violence | Fire | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest |

You wonder if he knew he was scary?

It’s not that he means to be. Running your wet hands through his navy-blue hair with a soft smile, making him squat in front of you. Letting you scratch and wash his scalp, an act you’ve done many times before. Your fingers brushing against the base of his two broken off black horns, swatting the end of his tail every time he tried to brush it against you nose. Yet you can understand why. He carries the mark of Heartslabyul.

The mark of his past actions, that lay clear upon his face. Your thumb swipes over it. It used to bother you. Youve awaken in the night with terrors, screaming in fear. You had to force yourself to turn away from him in fear that bile would rise in your throat and you’d breakdown. You know Deuce has committed several atrocities, several that simply cannot be uttered by human lips. Yet he saved you. Bound his immortal life to you. You cannot hate him. Not anymore.

You wonder if he knew the village would talk about him?

Pulling the black cloak further over Deuce’s head with a forced smile, pretending that everything would be alright. Doing your best to conceal him before traveling down the mountain. Usually you’d go alone, completely the trek quickly and quietly, yet it’s dangerous. They know you house him. They know you care for the wretched demon. So now he goes with you, walking behind like a silent reminder of all he could do. All the acts he could commit if they so dare chose to treat you unjustly. You both enter the town, buying the needed food and supplies for the rest of the month. Ignoring the harsh whispers, the daunting glares, the grim faces of the townsfolk, making you pull Deuce along.

You wonder if he knew the town wanted your both dead?

“Deuce, come on inside.”

“But I finally caught the pig!” Holding up the squealing pig with a wide grin. He tries so hard to be human. To be a good person. To leave the past in the past, to enjoy all that the mortal world has to offer beside blood and war. Yet your eyes remained on the several figures outside. Hunters. Most certainly called by the town folk, who grown tired of you leaving in the woods and coming to their town. Tired of you and your pet.

“Deuce. Inside.” Speaking sternly, making Deuce’s brows furrow in concern. He rises while holding the squealing pig and begins walking towards the cottage. His steps are slow, and you move from the door, stepping out slightly. The pig lets out a fearful shriek, breaking from his grip and dropping to the forest ground running into the forest. “Wait!” Yanking the back of Deuce’s shirt, just as an arrow shot from the trees, killing the pig. Right where Deuce once sat.

You’re sure he knew… He is a demon after all.

You shudder, hand covering your mouth as you remain crouched on the ground. Eyes brimming with tears. Watching your cottage, one that you grew up in, with years and years of memories, belongings. All go up in flames. You cry. And over the loud crackling of fire, you could hear the soft music of the town’s festival. As if rejoicing in your suffering. “...” Deuce stands unsure, before dropping his cloak over your shoulders, gently rising you to your feet. Pulling you away from your home, deeper into the forest. A deep scowl on his face. For whatever it is you desire. He’ll give.

But you guess it doesn’t matter…

Running my hands through his matted navy-blue hair, ignoring the red staining it, as it coats your hands. His head within your lap, eyes half-lidded, you hum softly. Staring down at the him, scarlet decorating the lower half of his face. He has your soul. A desperate deal you made one the day he recklessly saved you. And you have his endless devotion. The breeze spreading ashes throughout the air. The smell of burning wood and thick copper, overwhelming your senses.

The soft crackling of the village warming your bodies through the cold night.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

#t.manor.au #DEMON AU #t.manor.horror.stories #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #tw dark content #tw blood #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere deuce x reader #yandere deuce spade

[yanmaresu]

What are your thoughts on male darling who's polite and quiet, like a kuudere towards other fem students, but is obviously gentle and soft when it comes to fem Ace and Deuce ? Imagine him being very cold towards yan fem Riddle for being too strict on Ace and Deuce like in chapter 1 and being protective and attentive over both of them. I personally think that it's possible for both Ace and Deuce to develop yandere tendencies and take advantage of darling's soft spot for them.

It's a very interesting concept. Usually, when talking about yan Riddle she just abuses her authority and power over the dorm students, but in this case, she can't, not unless she wants the prefect's opinion of her to worsen. Still, no matter how much she works on making it better, it's going to be in vain as long as Ace and Deuce use her as the main antagonist in their manipulations.

Ace uses Riddle as a scapegoat most of the time. She would misbehave enough to get collared, exaggerate or simplify the actual facts, and act very offended, to then have an excuse to ask the prefect if she can stay at Ramshackle every once in a while. That way she gets access to her darling's home after curfew, and also his sympathy. It's easy, the prefect already saw how horrible Riddle is in and out of overblot, and hasn't had a chance to see that she is trying to change. Ace brings most of the gossip and puts enough peer pressure to change or cancel his plans with other people. She might as well be the one who convinved Deuce into this as well.

Deuce doesn't like the idea of acting like a delinquent, so she needs a different method. She exploits the empathy the prefect showed her that one afternoon when she confessed to him her goals and past. Things are already hard for her: there are so many study concepts she can't understand, lacking many base material after years of skipping classes and barely passing tests; the other students are aggressive assholes, and she would be able to contain her anger at them if it wasn't for how much frustration she has to bottle up because of Riddle's strict demands and the teacher's mocking. She's really trying, and she keeps doing so because she found support with the prefect and Ace :) Can they study together yeah sure again today? Ace is already staying at his dorm, with the three together they can help each other out.

I imagine both girls isolate the prefect from other students slowly. They have this dinamyc in wich one pulls and the other pushes, one reminds him how special and unique their relationship is, and the other creates threats to it. It probably works better if the prefect is lonely due to how distant he can be with people, and especially if he refuses to question the few friends they dare take an attachment to.

This probably won't last tho. Ace might be good at manipulating but Deuce isn't, it's only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Riddle might try to show the prefect the many lies both girls have been telling him, or just get tired of playing nice and kidnap him. Malleus could also show up, and by the time Ace and Deuce know of her at the end of chapter 5, they won't be able to get the prefect away from her.

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #genderbend twisted wonderland #genderbend twst #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce #yandere ace x reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere female #yandere girl #yan gb twst #female ace #female deuce

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I please request the Heartslabyul boys reacting to Fem!reader getting splashed with water during an unbirthday party, making her white shirt see-through and revealing her bra?

Splashed | Yandere Heartslaybul

Whether you’re wearing a bra or wearing nothing at all the idea and the sight alone is enough to set their pants hearts aflame. Of course they’d love nothing more than to indulge in such a sight but in front of the whole dorm no less. Now that’s a punishable offense by death beheading:

*Click*

“Oh my-”

“All of you, turn your heads this instant! If I see one pair of eyes I’m beheading you!”

“But Riddle.”

“What!?” 

“You’re…looking…”

“Ee-!”

Whether you have boobs to hide or pecks you keep covered or just your nipples in general

Of course Cater has a pic that he definitely will delete never

Ace and Deuce are sad to not have gotten a single they had to hide their drooling smiles they got a great look

And Riddle will promise he didn’t but the blush on his face says otherwise

But no worries he’ll keep his word beheading and burying all who dare brag about what they’ve seen

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere heartslabyul #yandere ace trappola #yandere ace x reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere deuce spade #yandere cater diamond #yandere cater #yandere cater diamond x reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

Heyoo!! How are you?? Hope you're well!! ^^

I noticed your ask box is open and I'd like to request a Self Aware! Deuce/(Your choice here)/Riddle with a player who has their ceremony outfit but when they arrive for their daily stuff/near the end of their stuff, they go into the changing card room for the homescreen and just play around with their hood like "Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off" and repeated until they do other stuff/go away (aka out the app)

Good day/night!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, violence, murder, religion, blood, death, obsession

Riddle Rosehearts/Deuce Spade/Malleus Draconia-“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

Honour to the Overseer!

This tomato was just way too happy the moment he was put on the home screen

I mean, he has better clothing than this but it seems like you favor his ceremony robes so why say no?

Oh? He is supposed to wear it? Ok

Now off again? Mhm no prob... On again?

“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

Imagine this redhead's embarrassment when he notices that you are playing with his clothing

If this would be done by someone else they would be collared before they could even just turn around to run away

And then here you are, highest power in this world, playing with his good old robes

Ah uh... dear Overseer, you are messing his hair up... NOT THAT HE IS TELLING YOU TO STOP!

To be honest, he really likes you doing this

I mean, he is always so feared, looking like the tyrant that he was once to his dorm.... Once actually cutting someone's head off after they didn't pay you enough respect (in his eyes at least)...

And then you turned him, mentally, into one of the cute hedgehogs he uses to play cricket

Keep going... he might wake up in the infirmary after you left simply because his blood pressure was everything but in the healthy zone but ok

We encourage turning him into a cinnamon bun over here

Just keep this limited to him, ok? Otherwise he has to make sure that the other someone you would also be doing this doesn't have a head anymore

My man over here shy the second you give him attention

I mean, he is like a cute little chick, looking up at you with so much adoration and trust

Big round eyes my friend, big round eyes

And you like his ceremonial robes?

Like I said, eyes and a lot of interesting paint... Yes, that was one an NPC in ceremonial robes who thought they could take his favored position

But back to the fluff

Poor thing was I confused when you put the hood back on and off

Is this somewhere in the rules?

Pulling someone's good off and on??!

I mean, there is so much and he might have lost track of them... (don't tell Riddle!)

But just hearing that giggle is enough for him to stop questioning your actions

“Hehe, hood on, hood off, hood on, hood off, hood…”

He is almost the one saying “aww! How cute!!!”

Remember, red paint

But seriously, he is really considering giving up on his dream to become an honor student if it means defending his position

Just keep tugging on his hood, there are already seven students in the infirmary because of him. Wouldn't want to make it worse, would you?

Our local dragon far was exexpecting a lot from his God

JUST NOT THIS

But ok, let us set the screen

Mister “those are no green contacts but real” was standing there, all excited for your return...

Heck, his tail was almost wagging

Wait, you are currently looking at whim to put here... He won't let you!

Once he finds out which imbecile took his place... huh?

O-Overseer! Watch out! His horns can be a bit sharp at their ends!

You wanted him to wear his hood?

Why didn't you tell- it's off again

Why is it on again?

It may sound weird especially if we are talking about a guy like him but he would turn his rivals into fried chicken if they were to get the same treatment

And also, he doesn't mind that he, the prim and proper monarch that he is, leaves the room always with messy hair

He wears it like some sort of badge of honor

This must mean you are holding a lot of affection for him! And also that you wish to be with him!

Don't you worry, a few spells and preparations later you will be here, with him, without escape

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #riddle x reader #yandere riddle #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #twst riddle #twst deuce #yandere deuce x reader #yandere deuce spade #yandere deuce #deuce x reader #twst malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #malleus x reader #yandere malleus #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: violence #tw: murder #tw: religion #tw: blood #tw: death

[dotster001]

Congratulations for you! I want request about this 💜 with Adeuce

CW: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindsets.

(thanks nonnie! I hope you like it!)

40. I thought I told you to stay by my side, eh?

"I'm going home tonight."

You had decided to be blunt with your friends. There was no need to beat around the bush.

:readmore

"We'll, yeah, who else is going to watch Grim? The ghosts?" Deuce laughed.

He didn't get it, but Ace did. He elbowed Deuce hard.

"That's not what they meant, Deucey," he glared at you. "So this is it? Two years and you're just gonna leave like it's nothing?"

You winced. "I mean we all knew this would happen eventually. I only have tonight to go, the portal is going to collapse by tomorrow." You sighed, "I can't stay…."

"Wait! You're leaving?" Looks like Deuce finally caught up.

"Why can't you stay?" Ace asked.

"Well, for one thing I have no family here, no proof that I exist, no magic, no money. Oh wait, that's way more than one thing," you were starting to get irritated. You didn't want to leave your friends, and you understood why they were upset. You also wish you had more time. And maybe that's what you were actually upset about.

"You could stay with Ace and I," Deuce said, with the saddest look on his face.

"Yeah! Exactly! Deuce and I will help you get a job where you don't need magic. All three of us could live together, and we'll be your family. Just stay by our side! We'll help you out!" Ace shot you one of his winning grins, which usually would make you melt and fall to his whims.

You felt yourself tearing up. Then you started sobbing. 

"I wish things were different. I love you both so much, but I have to go. Can you please just pretend to accept that?" You knew you probably looked pathetic. But it seemed to snap Ace and Deuce out of it. They both enveloped you in a heavy hug.

                                 ….

You forgot how fast and strong Deuce was. 

You had been surprised that neither Ace nor Deuce had been at Ramshackle to walk you to the mirror chamber so that they could have a last goodbye.

When you entered the chamber, expecting to see Crowley, you instead saw Ace and Deuce standing in front of the portal you were supposed to use, examining it.

"Guys?" You questioned.

They both turned in shock, then Ace scowled.

"Damn it, Crowley. Can't do anything right," he cursed, turning back to the mirror.

Deuce looked confused at you, "What are you doing here? I thought Crowley would have told you already."

"Told me what?" You felt your stomach churning. "What are you two doing?"

Ace let out a grin, something dark flashing through his eyes, "We reminded Crowley who really does all the work around here, and he agreed you shouldn't leave." He scowled, "He was supposed to tell you that while we got rid of this, but oh well."

The situation suddenly hit you, and you ran straight at the mirror. Deuce caught you quickly, and restrained you tightly, pulling you away from the mirror, ignoring your cries.

Ace turned back to the mirror and stared at it again. Then he slowly nodded. "I mean, it's gonna act like a regular mirror, right?"

Then he shoved it to the ground causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

You realized you were crying.

"It's gonna be alright, you'll see. We'll take care of you," Deuce soothed you with affirmations.

Ace crossed the room back to you two. "Aw, c'mon Y/N. You really didn't expect this? I thought we made it clear how we felt."

He gripped your chin firmly, "See, I thought I told you to stay by our side. Eh?"

You heard Deuce and Ace begin to argue about something, but as you stared at the mirror shards, you just let your mind and body shut down.

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[hoshinoyozora]

The Lady and Her Musketeer

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Deuce Spade x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,4k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission. Also, don’t ask for a sequel unless I like the story enough to write one. Please reblog so other people can see my stories!

***

Deuce’s masquerade clothes reminds me of a musketeer ngl, so sorry if there’s some mistake! I’ve never written a musketeer before, but this idea is too good to pass up.

It was a one-time mistake.

A moment of negligence, fooled by the darkness that you thought would cover you well from the dangers lurking nearby. It wasn’t a baseless assumption, for you’d gone home from waitressing every night without any harm so far. But Lady Luck couldn’t favor one person eternally, and under the silent yet pitying shine of the moon, a thug intercepted you in an alleyway.

Panic set your mind to a frenzy, and you feared he’d use the momentary opportunity to cut you with his knife if you screamed. Yet Lady Luck wasn’t entirely heartless, it seemed, for a sword suddenly stabbed his stomach from behind. The thug coughed and choked, dribbling blood from his chapped lips. He soon collapsed the moment the sword withdrew and lay in a pool of crimson.

Looking up, you saw your savior was an average-height man with fierce cyan eyes and navy hair as dark as the sky above. He wore a black and blue musketeer uniform trimmed with gold. His chest was checkered, while his hat was decorated with a playing cards pattern. His sword, once a cold hard silver, now angry wet red. He was a picture of chivalry and justice, until he met your eyes and was reduced to an earnest yet a bashful boy.

“A-are you alright?”

The sudden transformation warmed your chest that once hammered from alarm, and you found yourself smiling half bemused half grateful.

“Yes, thank you. You’re my hero.”

The title flushed his cheeks, and he immediately turned his head and coughed.

“It’s nothing. I was merely doing my duty to protect the kingdom and its people.”

“And you’ve done well.” said you. “May I know the name of my hero?”

“I-It’s Deuce. Deuce Spade.”

“That’s a nice name.”

His cheeks glowed brighter.

“What about you?”

“[Name] [Last Name].”

“It’s… it’s a beautiful name too!”

You beamed at the compliment, while Deuce coughed again. He extended his hand.

“So, shall I accompany you to your house?”

You stepped forward and interlinked your arm with his.

“You shall.”

Perhaps it was due to you being older, you couldn’t help but consider Deuce as the younger brother you never had. Every day he visited the restaurant you worked on, and on days where he was particularly busy, he’d still come either late at night or early in the morning and left a tip bigger than you usually received. His kindness even extended to him always accompanying you home, and while you appreciated it, you worried about whether he overexerted himself when it came to you. But Deuce dismissed it with a careless statement of him liking to help you. This favoritism didn’t go unnoticed by your coworkers and boss, most of whom teased you relentlessly. Your boss – a quiet, perceptive old man – excluded himself from the banter and warned you.

“Ensure that you assert your boundaries, [Name], or else he might just assume you need his help and protection even in the safest places.”

As foretold, Deuce started to encounter you outside of your workplace. On the streets, in the market, and even in the public park. Your worry for his well-being now redirected its course to you, who eventually stopped him when he appeared in your house uninvited with a bouquet one day.

“But why?” he asked. “I thought you appreciate my help.”

“I do, but this is going too far. You’re not my personal knight, Deuce. There’s no need for you to care so much about me.”

“But you are precious to me!”

Deuce panted from his passionate declaration, while you were left stunned. It was when you realized this confrontation was still happening on your doorstep, and fearing unwanted attention, you quickly ushered him inside.

“Since when have you been harboring feelings for me?”

With that musketeer uniform, Deuce stood like a sore thumb in your humble house. Still, his attitude around you very much resembled any shy kid around your neighborhood.

“I’m so sorry for shocking you! I was planning to confess to you today but–”

“Deuce, answer my question.”

He sighed, “Truthfully, I don’t know when or how. Ever since I saved you in that alleyway, I began to fear for your safety. What if someone harms you when I’m away? What if you die without my knowledge? So, perhaps that concern eventually bloomed into… love.”

Blushing, Deuce bowed his head. You followed his gaze to the rose bouquet in his hands, and your mind unhelpfully deduced its romantic meaning.

“Forgive me, Deuce, but I don’t see you in that way.”

His gloved hand stopped fiddling with the red petals.

“… Why? Is it because you’re older than me?”

Your eyes widened. How did he know that? Did your coworkers tell him about your age? Maybe they didn’t. He was a musketeer, after all, and you didn’t doubt his vast network of information.

“I know you might equate ‘young’ to ‘immaturity’, but I’m far from it. I swear! My mother can attest to that. At least, I hope she sees me that way.”

You didn’t hear his muttering on the last part and were more focused on how to convince him to stop pursuing you and leave your house for good.

“I’m so sorry, Deuce. Truly. But nothing can change my mind. We can still be friends, if you’d like.”

The hopeful gleam vanished from his eyes, and what replaced it was fleeting darkness that sent chills down your spine. Then, he blinked and his eyes returned to their normal piercing cyan.

“O-of course, I understand.”

Deuce excused himself, bringing along the vibrant bouquet that contrasted with his sadness. You lamented his tacit rejection of your friendship offer and shook your head, opting to rest for now.

It was better this way, you thought, for Deuce deserved a woman who would love him out of sincerity rather than pity.

***

There was a chill in the air; the kind that forebode danger.

Your hair bristled, and you cursed yourself for neglecting to wear a coat this morning. The streets seemed deserted at night, and although the job paid you well, you began to dislike how late you went home every day. For once, Deuce didn’t come to the restaurant and your coworkers instantly crowded around you for an interrogation. Still, you persisted in your lie that you didn’t know where he was. They were skeptical, of course, but your boss came to the rescue and ordered them to return to work. You thanked him, and it only occurred to you how unsafe you felt without Deuce’s security once you stepped out of the restaurant.

Regardless, you persevered for you hated to depend on him too much. What if he mistook it as you conceded to his constant surveillance? It was enough that you dismissed your boss’s warning once. You didn’t want a repeat and suffer a worse scenario.

Yet, the worse just had to happen.

A large, gloved hand clamped your mouth from behind and dragged you to a nearby alleyway. Your scream was muffled, but you heard the perpetrator talking to another person. Two men, and you, a woman without a single fighting skill, were overpowered. Your tearful eyes stared longingly at the shining exit ahead of you, so far yet so near, hoping for anyone to save you.

You thought it didn’t matter if Deuce were to rescue you again, but a blunt force hit you on the head before you could pray for his arrival and knocked you unconscious.

For a split second, you expected to wake up in a dark and dingy place. Perhaps a shack in the middle of the woods, or a storage room. And dark and dingy it was, yet the pool on your feet was certainly out of your prediction. The stench was metallic, and when you looked up, you could make out the silhouette of a hand lying on the floor.

A severed hand.

Was this a torture room? Were you about to be tortured? For information, or pure sadism?

“I’m sorry…” Someone whispered behind you, and you felt them untie the ropes on your wrists. “… was about to save you… but too late…”

Your body slumped forward, still too dazed to react.

“… Saw them drag you away… I followed…”

A pair of arms propped you up to a heaving, warm body.

“… Got angry and… all died…”

You glanced up. Piercing cyan eyes greeted you.

“I’m sorry. I can’t stay away from you.”

You succumbed to another dreamless sleep, and this time, you woke up somewhere worse than that dark and dingy room.

For Deuce’s bedroom was comparable to a torture room, indeed. Silk bounded your wrists to the bedposts, and his treatment, although lacking in harshness typical of kidnappers, still retained the ignorance of his vice.

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