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Stockings

-You decide to spend time in the Queendom of Roses for the Holidays. Deuce agrees to host you for the holidays. Which means you get to meet his mother. Who is more than happy to have you!

Pronouns: They/Them

“You need a place to stay for the Holidays? Well…you could stay over at my place. I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind! …I hope.”

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“Oh, must be the friend Deuce talks about so much. And this must be Grim! I’ve heard so much about you as well! You both look so much cuter than he described!”

“Mom, please! Don’t embarrass me on the holidays…” Deuce pleaded with his mother as she doted over you and your feline companion. Her warm smile welcomes you into their home.

“Deuce, who might these two be?” An older woman asked as she carefully rounded the corner.

“This is (y/n) and Grim, grandma. They’re friends from school.” Deuce explained with a proud smile on his face.

“Well, then it’s lovely to meet you.” His grandmother said with the softest smile. She proceeds to walk into the kitchen and stands in front of you all, a warm aura around her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Same goes for you, Mrs. Spade.” You cheerfully greeted back with a smile. Mrs. Spade was the complete opposite of Mrs. Rosehearts. As soon as you walked through the door she had a smile and greeted you with warmth. She even hugged you.

“Are you hungry? I just made some food. If you want something else I can make that too. Deuce didn’t tell me you were coming over.” Mrs. Spade said, smiling at you. However, she said the last sentence playfully glaring at her son.

“It was a last-minute decision. I should have told him in advance, it’s my fault.” You admit nervously. Mrs. Spade’s attention turns back to you and she shakes her head.

“No, it’s alright, sweetie. I just like teasing him.” She explains with a smile. “Now, on that food. I have fruits if you prefer. Or is there anything I can make for you?”

“No, I’m fine. I’m not hungry but thank you. Grim, do you want somethi-”

“Do you have any tuna or fish in this kitchen?!” Grim immediately asked, cutting off your question a little too soon. Mrs. Spade giggles and nods before picking Grim up and carrying him to her kitchen cabinets. You happily sigh, glad that Grim was at least having a good time.

“Deuce, sweetie. Can you do me a favor and get the stockings so we can hang them?” Deuce’s grandmother suddenly asked. He looked at her confused.

“But, we haven’t hung those up in a while. I don’t even know where they are.”

“They're in a box in the attic. I think it’s time we take them out.” She calmly said as she placed her hand on Deuce’s shoulder. He looked at you, there was a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place. He looked at Grim and saw that he seemed fine as he babbled away with his mom. He knew that his mother would spoil Grim with food so he shouldn’t cause trouble any time soon. After a moment of consideration, he agrees to his grandmother's request.

“You wanna come with me? I could use an extra hand to get them. The attic can be a bit tricky.” He asks you.

“Sure! Just promise there won’t be anything weird in there.” You tease, but you know nothing like that will happen.

“I thought you’d be used to it since you live in that broken-down dorm of yours.”

“Hey!” You complain. You hadn’t expected a roast from him so quickly. After a few seconds of silence, you both burst out laughing. As the laughter dies, he leads you to the hallway of his house to show you the door to the attic. Mrs. Spade and her mother watched as you two left the kitchen with bright smiles on your faces and bright laughter leaving your lips. They were happy Deuce finally found a good influence instead of those bad crowds he would hang around with during his middle school years. The years before he went to Night Raven College were years he didn’t want to talk about much.

“Hold up, let me open the hatch,” Deuce says after pausing you in the hallway. He then grabs a stick with a hook attached to it and lifts it so the hook catches the handle on the hatch door. He pulls it down and the ladder slides down hitting the floor hard. You flinch slightly, not expecting that to happen.

“Oh shoot, sorry. I didn’t realize that it would do that.” Deuce apologizes as he leans the stick on a wall. You giggle and shrug it off, as long as you guys weren’t hurt that’s fine. Deuce climbs up the ladder, reaching the attic. He extends his hand out down towards you and you begin to climb up, taking his hand as that final pull. Once you reach the top you both stand to your feet and look around. There was a window that allowed light to shine through so the place was dimly lit. You look around seeing boxes, bags, and old furniture. Nothing out of the ordinary really.

“There it is!” Deuce suddenly exclaimed in excitement. He runs to a box on top of more boxes and pulls it down to sit on an old side table. The writing in the box reads “Holiday Decor” on the side. He dusts off the top and proceeds to open it. You look inside and see strings of lights, old ornaments, old cookie cutters In gingerbread men's shapes, and anything you could think of that reminds you of the holidays. Deuce moves some to the side and takes others out. As he continues to dig observe some of the things he took out. It all seems pretty old and worn out so you understood why they would keep most of them in the box. Some seemed well-kept but themed in different colors that didn’t match the colors that decorated the rest of the house.

“This is only the first box. The decorations we put up were in the second box. Those are the newer ones.” Deuce explained after having glazed at your confused face. “That’s why some of them look newer and others look worn out. We could still fix them and use them though so we keep them around just in case.”

“Ah, I see. That’s pretty smart.” You say as you place the things you were holding down gently so you don’t mess them up. You continue to look around and examine the attic. It was a bit dusty. No cobwebs anywhere you can see. It all looked relatively clean. The lighting was a dim shade of light blue due to it being the middle of the day and the clouds covered the sky slightly.

“HA! I found them!” Deuce suddenly cheered loudly. He takes a stack of different colored cloth in his hands and hands you half. You unfold your stack and see that they are all stockings.

“Are all of these for your family?”

“Nah, some are extras. They should all be blank except the ones for me, my mom, and my grandma. They should have embroidery on them.” Deuce answers your question as he shuffles through the stockings in his hand. “Okay, I found my mom’s and grandma’s.”

“I found yours in this pile. But, who’s is this?” You ask, showing him the stocking. It matched his and his mother's with the spade designs, but it was slightly bigger. Deuce looks at it in shock and goes automatically silent. His eyes widened and his face paled. He hadn’t expected to see that stocking after such a long time and in your hands of all things. You began to worry, seeing that looking at the stocking clearly affected him.

“C-can I see that?” He asks hesitantly as if a stocking that belonged to his family was forbidden. He places the other stockings down on the table and holds out his slightly shaking hand.

“Sure,” you hand him the stocking carefully, “It’s yours after all.”

“...No…It’s not,” he says quietly as he looks down and caresses the embroidery. He can feel the emotions in him build but he tries to hold them in. “…it’s my dad’s.”

You pause, surprised at the reveal but livid at yourself that you didn’t put it together as soon as you held it next to Deuce’s before you handed it to him. You didn’t know what to do. The silence was killing you. Did you mess up? Was this a good thing that he’s seeing it? The thoughts were spiraling around your head as he continued to observe the stocking. You had to say something! But you had to make it small and not too invasive.

“…do you miss him?” You gently ask, breaking the sad silence. The action was on a whim and you thought that it could have been better, but you can’t turn back time now. The corner of his lips curl into a soft smile and he lets out an almost inaudible chuckle.

“I barely knew him. I told you before, didn’t I? My mom raised me as a single mother. She’s all I know. But sometimes…” he pauses as he sets down the stocking with his father's initials on it. He sighs as his hand remains on the fabric. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he were here. Would my mom’s workload be easier? Would we all go out together as a family? Would I have any siblings who look exactly like me?” Deuce pauses as he thinks about what more to say. You keep quiet, wondering what the other questions on his mind could be.

“Would…would I have turned out to be a better son? Would he…would he be disappointed in me?”

“What?! No! No no no! Of course not!” You place the stockings in your hands down on the table and gently take a few steps closer to Deuce. You place your hand on top of his, the hand that was resting on his father's stocking. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know your father, because I don’t. But something in me is saying that as long as you’re trying to better yourself, that’s all he could ever ask for. We all fall down a bad path once or twice, but it’s the decisions we make after that make us who we are. You’re a good son because you’re trying to improve on your past mistakes and make up for all the bad things you did,” you rub the back of his hand with your thumb in an attempt to smooth him.

“And honestly, you’re doing a really good job so far. If he’s a good father, I know he’d be proud of the person you’ve become.” You finish off. Deuce stares at you in shock and admiration. You were so warm and caring. So honest yet so understanding. You are such an improvement from the people he used to hang around with. He was lucky, and he knew it. He smiles and moves his hand so that he is now holding yours in his palm.

“Thanks, I think I needed that.” He expressed softly as he looked at you. You nod with a smile, happy to see his mood has shifted to something better.

“You two found them yet? The day isn’t getting any younger!” Deuce’s grandmother’s voice boomed from the bottom of the ladder. You both flinch in surprise, not expecting such a sudden and very loud interruption. You both grabbed the stockings you had set on the table and ran down the ladder chuckling silently. You walk into the hallway and to the living room. You’re stopped by his grandma’s voice calling out to you two. You turn to look at her and see that she has a sewing kit in her lap. She gestures for the two of you towards her. You and Deuce slowly approach her in confusion. “I see you found all of them.”

“Yes. All of the different colors and sizes.” You reply cheerfully. Deuce’s grandma smiles at you and lifts her hands, gesturing for you to hand her the stockings. You and Deuce place the piles in her hands, even the ones with the initials on them. She sorts them out by color and places them on her lap.

“Which one would you like, sweetie?” She asks you as she opens the sewing kit. You stare in surprise for a moment and turn to Deuce. He seems surprised too but gestures for you to pick a stocking.

“Oh! You don’t have to give me one. I wouldn’t want you to go through all that trouble.” You reply, refusing to pick one. You didn’t want to bother her with something you thought was meaningless. You still weren’t sure if you were staying in Twisted Wonderland or not. If you were, you don’t know if you could keep in contact with Deuce as you get older anyway. You thought it was just too much trouble for her to do something so nice for a person she just met a few minutes ago and barely knew at all.

“Don’t be silly! There’s plenty to give to you and your little friend in the kitchen. We won’t be running out any time soon. Trust me.” She insists with a smile. You were still hesitant about it, but Deuce puts his hand on your shoulder and smiles. It’s his way of assuring you that it was perfectly fine. In fact; he’s glad you get a stocking that was embroidered by his grandmother! It works for an early gift and it’s one of a kind. But there’s a little part of him that’s just happy he gets bragging rights.

“I guess…that one then. Grim would most likely like that one though.” You reply nervously as you point out two different stockings representing Grim and you perfectly.

“Alright! Then I’ll get those finished up right away!” Deuce’s grandma chirps as she picks them both up off her lap. She moves the rest off to the side and takes out the other embroidered ones. She smiles as she sees hers, her daughter’s, and Deuce’s. But she suddenly pauses as her eyes land on Deuce’s dad’s stocking. Her expression fell slightly and you could tell sad emotions began to fill her heart. She let out a melancholic sigh and continued her smile.

“Deuce! (Y/N)! Come eat, sweethearts!” Deuce’s mom suddenly yells from the kitchen to catch their attention. They turn toward the direction of the voice for a split moment before turning back to check on Deuce’s grandma.

“I’ll be fine. You both go eat. I ate while you two were in the attic.” She reassures as she waves her hand to gesture you two off. You both nod and walk off into the kitchen to eat as she begins the embroidery for you and Grim.

“I hope the food was to your liking! You seem like you haven’t eaten in months.” Deuce’s mother says as she washes the dishes with Deuce by her side helping her. Grim was asleep on your lap and snoring softly. You were sitting in your chair, leaning back, tired and belly full.

“It was wonderful, Mrs. Spade. Thank you.” You say drowsily. You let out a small yawn that causes her to chuckle.

“No, thank you for being Deuce’s friend. It’s good to see that he’s made friends who are good influences. Unlike those troublemakers back in his middle school days.” Deuce cringes at the mention of his old self. He didn’t like to bring it up and it was worse since it was his mom who brought it up. To her it was teasing, to him, it was just a reminder of her crying. He would never tell her that though. Suddenly his grandma softly walked over to the entrance of the kitchen and poked her head in.

“I’m going to bed early for today. Goodnight everyone.” You all say goodnight as she leaves the kitchen, her footsteps fading away the further she goes. Grim yawns in your lap before laying his head back down. Watching him causes you to yawn after, showing just how tired you are. You lean back in your chair to get more comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lead you to the guest room. Just give me a few more minutes.” Deuce says as he continues to help his mom.

“Take your time, Deuce.” You say as you begin to slowly pet Grim’s head. After a few minutes, you begin to feel your eyelids getting heavy and you start to find it hard to keep your head up. Suddenly Grim was swept off your lap, which startled you. A sudden burst of energy woke you up to see who had caused the sudden disturbance. Deuce looked down at you with Grim in his arms and an apologetic smile as you calmed down. He gestured for you to follow him out of the kitchen as you rubbed your eyes from their sleepiness.

“Have a good rest, sweetie.” Mrs. Spade quietly called out to you.

“Thank you, you as well.” You replied drowsily as you looked back at her with a smile. She looked back at you for a moment to give a small smile before continuing to put away the rest of the dry dishes. You continue to follow Deuce into the hall. He stops in front of the guest room door for a moment, in thought. Then swiftly turns to you, careful of the sleepy Grim in his arms.

“Um…my bed frame is designed with a pull-out bed underneath. If you don’t want to sleep in the guest room, you could sleep…in my room.” He says hesitantly, a slight tint of red on his cheeks. You giggle slowly, tired but not enough to not tease him.

“Awe, Little Deuce needs a kitty to sleep?” You tiredly tease.

“Of course, I’d be fine with sleeping in your room. I trust you. I can’t even count the amount of times you’ve helped me. I still can’t forget how you and Ace rushed from the Queendom of Roses to help Grim and me when we were trapped in Scarabia.” You reminisced.

“We were late though, and you were already safe by the time we got there.” He pouted, upset that he had been late to help you.

“It’s fine! You got a party out of it. It’s the fact that if I needed you, you’d try your hardest to be there for me. That’s what matters the most.” You smile. He stares at you in awe. You always look on the bright side of things, while being a badass by not letting anyone push you around. In a world full of magic, attending a school for those with magical talent, how are you so strong? It’s a wonder that he may never solve. Nevertheless, he’s glad he met you.

He leads you to his room, hands you Grim to hold for a moment, pulls out the bed, and straightens it out to gently place Grim on. You grab your pajamas from your bag to go change in the bathroom so Deuce can change in his room comfortably. When you get back Deuce is in his pajamas and sitting on his bed scrolling on his phone. While you were in the bathroom you had brushed your teeth and washed your face already, so when you walked in Deuce hopped up to do the same.

He was only gone for at least 5 minutes, but when he came back you were already fast asleep on the pull-out bed, Grim curled up next to you. Deuce smiled, a warmth in his heart, knowing he finally made a true friend that only wanted to see him progress in life and not bring him down. He carefully climbs into his bed, making sure not to disturb you, and lays down, makes himself comfortable, and falls asleep.

You wake up to the smell of French toast and ice. The frost on Deuce’s bedroom window being the cause of the second smell. You assume the french toast from from breakfast. You sit up, stretching your arms and yawning. That’s when you realize that Grim and Deuce weren’t in the room with you. You look around, and shrug it off, thinking you’ll find them in the kitchen. You get up, head to the bathroom, brush your teeth, wash your face to get the rest of what was left of sleep off you, and head to the kitchen. While walking in the living room you realize they had already started putting up decorations in the living room leading into the hallway. You walk into the kitchen and find Mrs. Spade cooking, Grim chomping on food, Deuce setting your plate on the table, and his grandmother eating.

“Oh, good morning. Come on, I got your plate here for you. Ace said he’ll drop by to hang out later.” Deuce says as he notices you. You walk in and sit down between Deuce and an empty seat, the seat for his mother. You gently pick the slightly different food from the different plates in the middle of the table. Eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything for a breakfast you’d see in an American movie. Though, it might just be normal for them since America doesn’t exist in Twisted Wonderland.

It wasn’t until everyone was sitting and mingling at the table that you noticed a little detail. Hanging over the fireplace were stockings that all looked matching…except two. The ones you picked out for Grim and you. Deuce’s grandma must have finished them before going to bed. What a fast lady. The one for Grim had a happy little tuna fish, a cute little one, embroidered on it. Yours’s had a lotus embroidered on it. You look at it a bit confused.

“I heard it means positivity,” Deuce’s grandmother's voice suddenly chimed. You turn to her in surprise. She must have caught you looking at the stockings.

“The lotus I put on your stocking. I heard they symbolize all things positive and rebirth. Something I imagine you’ve experienced. Something you helped Deuce with. I think it fits you.” She continues, a warm smile on her face. Deuce looks between you two as Mrs. Spade talks to Grim. You smile back at the older woman and say something that makes Deuce’s heart quicken.

“Thank you so much. But really, Deuce is the one I should thank for all he’s done for me.”

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