Twisted Wonderland X Reader Oneshots.

Deuce x Bullied Reader

 So sorry if he's OOC. This more or less just mentions that you're being bullied, I don't go into details about anything. Nevertheless, please don't read thid if even the mentions of bullying makes you uncomfortable or anything of the sort. 

  Ever since you were isekai'd into the magic-filled world of Twisted Wonderland, things didn't seem to be going right for you. You were allowed to attend Night Raven College while Crowley claimed to be looking for a way to get you home, you almost got expelled that same day, you had to fight a monster over a magestone, and you were without magic in a world where magic was essential. Because you had the reputation of the magicless prefect who almost got expelled, you were subject to bullying. You also couldn't fight back, since you had to duel them with magic because that didn't seem to have consequences. You knew Crowley wouldn't be much help, so you were pretty much on your own.

  Though, your friends told you that they would fight for you, you didn't want them to get involved; you were here on accident, after all. So instead, what you would do is simply stick beside your friends, Ace, Grim, and Deuce whenever you could. They provided at least a little comfort, since they were more than willing to fight on your behalf. You would feel bad, since that meant that they would also get injured. Currently, Grim was sound asleep in his bed and Ace was splayed out on your sofa downstairs, a couple band-aids covering up minor injuries. Deuce was seated on your bed as you disinfected his wounds and bandaged them up.

  This happened every time the three stooges decided that they would fight someone; you'd patch them up afterwards and maybe even lightly scold them later. However, you've noticed that Deuce had started getting into more fights and always came back a little more wounded than last time. Deuce would occasionally quietly hiss or wince as you pat his wounds with disinfectant and you could catch on, noticing how he'd scrunch up a little every time. You found his reactions to be cute and that he was so hell-bent on defending you. Though you liked how willing he was to fight for you, you also felt bad that he always seemed to get hurt.

  "You know, I wouldn't have to do this if you just kept your hands and your magic to yourself," you reminded him, to which Deuce scoffed. "Maybe they should keep their mouths shut. They need to learn not to talk smack about people, especially you." You looked up at him after gently applying the bandage onto his hand. "Then, ignore them. It's my problem to deal with, I really didn't want you guys to get involved in the first place."

  You start putting the bandages and the medicine away, "Why not? You can't use magic and they can; we want you to be safe--I want you to be safe." Deuce protested quietly, since Grim was still sleeping several feet away. After a moment of you staying quiet, Deuce filled the air. "Listen, we care about you-- I care about you. I care about you a lot, and I would never forgive myself if you got hurt or I wasn't there to help you. I don't want to stand by and just let them walk all over you, it isn't fair."

  You let out a soft sigh, deciding to just listen. Deuce was clearly passionate about being at your defense, so you just let him talk. Besides, you couldn't think of any witty comebacks and you wanted to see if maybe--just maybe-- he also returned your feelings in some way. You were always too nervous to tell him, so you waited for him to slip up or just confess himself.

  "You might not care, but we do. I care a lot, actually. I want you to have a good time while you're here and not have to worry about being beaten up or anything. Besides, I'm more than okay with beating a few punks up if you're willing to fix me up afterwards." Deuce paused for a moment, "I-uh, that's not what I meant. W-we get to talk afterwards and I just enjoy our time together if all!" He stammered, his voice getting a little louder as he tried to specify what he meant.

  'It almost sounds like Deuce is trying to cover up that he likes me or something. Wait, does he? I have to be overthinking this... There is no feasible way that Deuce actually likes me back...' You hoped--you pleaded that Deuce returned your feelings. You weren't sure if you've ever wanting anything more in your life than his love.

  "Deuce...? Just asking, but... What do you think about me? Like, how do you feel about me?" You felt your face heat up, a bit embarrassed. Deuce paused, his cheeks flushing. "I-well... I um..." His eyes wandered, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I-I... I like you..." You could practically feel the heat radiating off of his face. "Like...? Or like like?" You tilted your head, biting your tongue to keep from smiling as you awaited his response.

  "I... I like like you. I like you lot. I was going to tell you, but I kept having to deal with those jerks. Even if you don't return my feelings, I'd still be more than willing to fend them off for you. Even if you don't want me to, it's a good way for me to let off some steam."  Your eyes widened and you couldn't bite down on your tongue anymore, feeling a surge of pure joy course through your veins. Have you ever even been this happy before?

  As you, in an act of sporadic happiness, hugged Deuce tightly, he hugged you in return as he let out a relieved chuckle. "I guess I don't need to ask for us to be a couple, then?" You buried your head into his shoulder as you laughed, shaking your head. "No, I guess you don't." You both sat on your bed in an embrace, enjoying the comfortable silence. Basking in each other's presence, you were quickly snapped out of it.

  With a stretch and a yawn, Grim awoke from his slumber. "Aw man, I can't believe I lost the bet. Now, I gotta get Ace his lunch for the next week." Grim grumbled and groaned, leaving to go get himself something to eat. Deuce turned to you, subconsciously wondering if he heard right. You both exchanged a look. "They bet on us?!" "I can't say I'm surprised, but wow."