NEW! c a s i n o c u p s| Reader Oneshots

Smile For Me

[King Dice/Genderfluid Ace Reader]

RFAS | I'm ace and I was wondering if I can get some ace comfort fluff with king dice or the devil please

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Alrighty! The reason as to why, in this fanfic, I never outright made the reader say that they were ace is because I believe this was set in the 50s or 90s, where people didn't exactly have a word for it quite yet. Also, I tried to make it so the readers could take it as romantic or a really close friendship, but I think that kinda failed, ha ha. No matter the reason, I hope you enjoy this little oneshot and remember: You are loved no matter who you are, or what your sexuality is, alright? Oh! And I forgot to mention, apologies but I couldn't find a way to put both in as I said before, so I just did King Dice, if you don't mind.

The shuffling sounds of card stock and heavy paper flicking against each other could've been the only noise heard for miles around.

The room was dark, and cold, and at upmost, bitter with neurotic memories; for Kind Dice, that was. This prison, both physical and mental, wasn't it torturous to return to? The cobblestone, jail house-similar set up was not the least bit welcoming in any form. A tiny window that shed the smallest dose of sunshine lit the room as minimally as possible, making it partially able to see the chains and shackles in the corner, stained and dried specks of blood crusted on it. Or at least that's what you thought it was. The interrogatory table that was set of in the middle of the room with two, old and worn chairs that 'decorated' each side was not the most uplifting either.

You couldn't understand why he always returned to this place. Where he was locked up until he submitted to the Devil's wishes, as torture was a common event that took place before he could no longer take it. But you had assumed that perhaps the reason behind why he'd always disappear of to this place to practice his card tricks was because this was the very place he had first discovered this both odd and unbelievable talent. Maybe, just maybe, he found more comfort and creativity inside this space. Odd indeed. Or perhaps he was attempting to defeat his own inner demons, if he hadn't already accepted their presence as an alternative. Whatever the cause, you were always an exception to be in the room with him in duration of his sessions of his card tricks and shortcuts. He never minded your company at all as long as you didn't pay any mind to the constant shuffling and flicking of the cards.

The lengthy yet comfortable silence was not a stranger to either of you. In fact, it felt more welcome than it usually would feel with most others. As of that moment, that topic was just circulating. The topic of just wandering from speaking to falling quiet again. Comfortable chatting, really.

Your head was currently situated in a resting position on your crossed arms, your eyes fluttering close and open as you slightly began to drift off and recount the events of that day. And as far as King Dice could tell, it was a day of heartbreak. Your eyes were slightly red and puffy from the previous night. Having asked you about your questionable appearance, he was returned with the mere reply 'Parents suck.'

"Can I...ask you something?" You finally spoke, lifting up your head to warily gaze at him, your lips pressed together in a serious expression. Of course, he glanced up from his handful of cards, being able to see your features through the cracks and folds between them. If he were to be honest, you looked frustrated, tired, and just a bit older than he recalled. "Of course, anything." He responded, pretending to casually continue admiring and counting his cards, waiting for you to speak again. "...Never mind." You sighed, at long last. "It's rather personal..."

He hummed, but kept his annoyance and disappointment towards your response internal. "Oh come now, you had my interest piqued." You shook your head and returned to your moping. "It's nothing, really. I suppose this affair should just remain secret." "Oh? A secret you say?" King Dice lowered his arm, making it able for you to be observed by him completely. Seeing your uncertainty, he cleared his throat. "Listen here, folks have gave me their souls to keep their secrets safe. I'm rather confident but careful with my words. Rest assure, whatever secret you might have." His lips curved into a smirk. "Whether it concerns me or not, it's safe in my records. Unless, it concerns the boss, that is.." He leaned forward, awaiting your reaction, and at long last, he received it.

"Oh fine. I know my personal and family problems aren't really your business but...it's just..." Your eyes flicked to the floor, your chest rose with a steady breath before you turned back to face him. "Love... doesn't have to equal sex...right?" You gazed at him, making him freeze. Your eyes expressed the search for affirmation and perhaps even some comfort from him, yet still without appearing weak. No, in fact, you looked like a solder that had just gotten a little lost. King Dice opened his mouth and closed it, unsure if that's all you had to say. There had to be more to it. "Well of course not!" King Dice acknowledged, giving you a rather humorous smile. "There are different types of love. Love for friends, love for family..." He listed off a few examples on his fingers. "But, pardon me for being pushy with the subject, but how exactly does this relate to whatever point you may have?"

You sighed, your fingers brushing through your hair as your teeth nibbled on your lower lip, squinting with harsh uncertainty. "So...I've never felt any..." You felt it was hard to explain, or put into words for that matter, but with a puffy breath, you loosened up and continued on. "I've never felt any sexual (And/or romantic) attraction towards anybody. And, I don't think I ever will, or really want to for that matter..." You allowed your head to slump onto the table, followed by your arms. "And my parents haven't been the most...supportive or understanding of it all. It's...it's hard." As soon as he heard your voice crack, sounding so broken and so desperate for somebody to be there for you, it broke his heart. Of course he'd never admit that, however.

King Dice placed his cards back into their box and stuffed them back into the hidden pocket of his sleeve, sitting still for a short moment before standing up. The chair groaned against the old, scuffed ground as he stood, pushing it back. He then strolled over to your side, allowing for his wrist to rest on the table as he leaned against it, viewing you. "Well now, I suppose we have something in common. Family hasn't been the kindest to either of us, have they?" He allowed a sad chuckle to escape him. "But, hey, look at me in the eyes." Seeing no response from you, he allowed for his gloved hand to slip under your chin, gently moving your gaze up to him. "We don't need family, and while support doesn't always come easy, you've always got the folks like me around you for company and all the things that lack. Water may be thinner than blood, but it is always more alleviating, is it not?"

His hand left your chin and he spread his arms wide with his famous smirk. "Now now, I don't do this for just ol' anybody. What are you gonna do? Sit there and make me look like some freak? Come over here." You softly laughed before shifting your own chair to stand, allowing your cheek to rest against his chest as you both wrapped your arms around each other in a sweet and endearing embrace. "There's always gonna be people who'll be there for you, no matter who you find yourself smitten over, or if you aren't smitten over anybody at all." Tears brimmed at the borders of your eyes as they fluttered close, trying to prevent them from rolling down the curves of your cheeks. As touching and sensitive as the moment was, somehow you still felt the need to be strong and not to cry. However, that was just what tears were for, right? When someone had been strong for too long.

"Just smile for me, darlin'. That's all I ask."

Everything was going to be...okay.