#lee!deuce

[hanksposts]

Congrats on reaching 50! Could I request something with Ace and Deuce, please? I know for a fact those two goobers roughhouse often.

Sorry this is just a foreshadowing before the actual attack but this sketch's been lying in my storage for some while. So I decided to post it

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[kalim-sunshine]

i dont see enough leedeuce sooooo.....

lee deuce with a side of ler ace perhaps? (or ler!riddle either works tbh)

so sorry this took so long, I got very backed up with school and family stuff, I am not very consistent with posting 😭

Lee! Deuce and Ler! Ace (you're honor they are gay)

Deuce is Deuce, and sweetie who thought all eggs actually hatch. He tries super hard for his mother, holding himself very high to prove himself.

But that also came with his past as a delinquent, he still alwyas okds that fact iver his own head.

He still feels a lot of the shame and the stress he caused his mother.

And for what? To look cooler? To be that wild fun boy everyone knew in class?

He burried himself in his thoughts, he alwyas needs to work harder, be better, be the perfect student to make up for all he caused his mom.

She deserved better after everything she has done for him, amd he repays her by acting like a gangster?

Deuce gripped his pencil, he couldn't focus on the paper on his desk, he was too in his head. Till he suddenly heard the snapping bang of wood, he looked down and saw the destroyed pencil.

"Uh... oh.. whoops." Deuce sighed, tossing the pencil and walking to his bag to grab another, the dorm room was empty. The other two roommates were out for the day and Ace was currently at Basketball practice.

Deuce grabbed the pencil and turned back to his desk, he set down amd stared.

"I... forgot everything!" He groaned. Hitting his head against the desk. Why was this evening so hard?

The door clicked and the flash of red caught Deuce eye, he tikted his head and saw Ace.

The red head tossed the gym back and flopped on his bed "I swear, if Floyd bite a basketball again, I am asking Azul to serve it to him for breakfast."

"Floyd tried to eat a basketball..?" Deuce raised a brow. Ace just smiled at him. Made Deuce feel lighter, Ace had that weird effect, even if he was super annoying too.

"Gonna grab a quick shower, you good? You look little wound up." Ace smiled, brushing his sweaty hair.

"Oh- yeah, yeah, I'm alright."

Ace gave a nod to Deuce before walking towards the shared bathroom, Deuce watched as he grabbed a T-shirt and some shorts.

He sat there, with a sugh he shoved his homework in his bag and flopped on his bed. He stared at the ceiling.

Maybe a day with Yuu and Ace could help clear his head, get him to think of something else before he ends up in a fight.

A few hours past, Deuce could see the steam coming under the door of the bathroom. He rolled his eyes, how long could one guy shower?

"Ace.. Ace! Are you done?"

"Five more minutes!"

Deuce scoffed, eventually Ace stepped out, drying his hair. He wlaked up and set himself beside Deuce, letting out a relaxed sigh.

Deuce stared at his legs, he thought about asking Ace how his day was, but Ace was probably tired and would just complain.

Ace glanced over and noticed how quiet Deuce was being "Okay, dude, you're freaking me out."

"Huh-??" Deuce blinked in surprise.

"You're being too quiet!" Ace grumbled, folding his arms "Can't you.. I dunno, talk about something? You're mother, how cute you think chickens are, something!"

Deuce blinked, confused. He opened and then closed his mouth, Ace really just wanted to complain some times.

"Uh- about... what? Er..?"

Ace just rolled his eyes at Deuce stuffed, he leaned over and jabbed Deuce side. "About something inter-"

Ace was cut off by Deuce yelp.

They both froze, sitting in silence for a good five seconds. Deuce slowly looked up at Ace, seeing the wide, smug grin.

"I- I uhm.. I- just-" Deuce hesitated, scooting till he back hit the headboard of his bed, the wall pressing coldly against his shoulders.

"Did you just yelp? Pfft ahaahah! Haha you sounded like a mouse!" Ace bursted laughing, leaning closer to Deuce.

Deuce tensed, he glared and shoved ace lightly "Shut up! You startled me!" He grumbled, watching Ace laugh.

"Oooh, yeah. Sure!" He sat up and wrapped around Deuce waist.

"Wha- h-hey!"

Ace stuck out his tounge, his fingers jabbed into Deuce ribs, wiggling. Deuce squeaked, he clutched his hands so hard his knuckles turned white.

He was worried he might accidentally hurt Ace if he lost control of his strength. "Pfft- pfhaah! Haha! Ah stahop it!"

Deuce squirmed, twisting and turning, he turned and fell on his side, Ace tumbled with him.

"Whis a giggly Juice? You are! Haha!" Ace smirked. He was 100% using this later for blackmail. He lifted his hand to his neck, Deuce snorted and hunched his shoulders.

"Haahah ahaha ahahaaahahahahaa! Ahaha nohoho! Dammit, Ace!" Deuce squealed. He reached a hand out and wrapped Ace and pinned him to his chest.

"Wow, great move, Deuce." Ace teased. Deuce glared at him, before he could argue with him Ace dug into his hips.

"HeehhYYA! Ahaha aaha!" Deuce gasped, squeezing Ace. He burried his face in Ace shoulder.

"Heh, you're so easy, Deuce." Ace smirked, his fingers traveling around. Wiggling into his ribs, getting between his bones, scratching up and down, he squeezed his hips.

"Hhehaha ahahaa! Ahaha gonna kihihilk yohou! Hehehhha ahahahaahaha!" Deuce shrieked, he couldn't bring himself to actually get Ace to stop.

He knows he easily could, Ace talks big game but hes very much not stronger then Deuce. But he felt relaxed for once.. he barely could think about homework, studying, his mother.

Ace found a sensitive spot and Deuce panicked, he grabbed Ace wrist and turned him so his back was on the bed. Pinning his arms.

Ace gasped, instinctively bringing his knees to his chest. Deuce found it litter funny, but he didn't have energy for revenge.

"You.. jerk." Deuce caught his breath. He sighed and let go of Ace, laying down beside him. "There. Was THAT something fun to talk about?"

Ace chuckled. He leaned closer to Deuce "I'm definitely texting Yuu later about this."

"You do that, I'm getting Trey to help me and Yuu tickle you for stealing his batch of honey cinnamon buns."

"YOU SWORE YOU WOULDN'T TELL HIM!"

Ace panicked as Deuce beusted laughing.

[ijustliketickling]

can you do lee!deuce and Ler!ace if you have time? No pressure if not

Howdyyy!!! Of course I can :)) I admit, these two have been growing on me loll

Hehehe the sillies >:3 C'mon Deuce, we all know you can break free if you really want to~

[fanfic-chan]

Tickletober Drabble Day 5

(Ler! Riddle/Lee!Deuce)

Wordcount: 769

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"I can't let you go unpunished."

Deuce swallowed, unable to suppress a small flinch as he shrunk under his housewarden's gaze, his heart sinking a little in response to the dissapointed glare that was currently baring down on him.

He'd really thought he had it in the bag on his latest Alchemy test.. He'd studied relentlessly, took countless notes, and endured multiple late nights just to prepare himself for it.

He'd been so certain of his success that he even bragged to Ace that he would get higher marks than him this time, and yet... He'd still managed to fall short somehow. At the very least, Professor Crewel thankfully hadn't gotten too cross with him over it, and was kind enough to offer remedial lessons before his retake test in a few weeks time.

It already sucked, knowing that he'd messed up despite working so hard, but the thing he hated most of all about it was disappointing his housewarden, especially after all Riddle had done to help him prepare...

He was so ashamed of himself that he didn't so much as try to defend himself when his upperclassman inevitably ended up scolding him, and he was already mentally preparing himself for the weight of a collar settling on his shoulders, courtesy of Riddle's signature spell. A fitting punishment for a screw up like him...

He squeezed his eyes shut in preparation, bracing himself for it, only to be completely caught off guard when rather than a collar locking around his neck, he instead felt two hands latch onto his sides, squeezing clumsily up and down his torso and causing him to splutter.

"Eehehehe?! H-Housewahahardehehen?!" He squawked, giggling in surprise as he stumbled backwards and shrank to the floor, with Riddle following after him gracefully.

"Ahahaha?!! Ahaha Stahahap!! Please stahahap!!" He shrieked, having to fight in an effort to restrain himself, trying his utmost not to shove his housewarden off of him or fight back like he would with Ace. The last thing he wanted to do was risk injuring him by mistake.

"I expected better of you Deuce." Riddle scolded him firmly, expression oddly serious for someone who was currently tickling their junior half to death. "You're far too intelligent and dedicated to let something like this get the better of you."

"I expect you to quit sulking over it right this minute, do you understand me?" He continues, paying no heed to his underclassman's comically wide eyed look in response to the unexpected compliment, "Tomorrow morning, we will be going over all the material again together, and you will be sufficiently prepared to pass by the time you take your remedial."

"In the meantime, I won't have you sulking about the dorm any longer." He states, a little softer now, pausing the tickling for a moment to look a very startled Deuce straight in the eyes, " Or trying to avoid me as if you're expecting me to..."

Riddle trails off then, gaze shifting away a little, and immediately, Deuce understood. The housewarden was trying really hard to work on his hot temper. The least they could all do was give him the benefit of a doubt.

"Just... You can come to me next time." Riddle continues, quiet yet sincere as he looks at him again. "Ask me. Be honest if you don't understand something. I'm not going to get mad at you for putting in an honest effort."

"You... You're a good student Deuce. You work hard and you're trying so... I'm... I'm proud of you, and I know you'll pass next time." He finishes, flushing red for an entirely different reason than his usual anger as he helped his starstruck underclassman to his feet.

"Tomorrow in the common room. Bright and early at 7am. Don't be late." Riddle states, straightening himself up a little as he looked at Deuce, unable to rid himself of the last remnants of his blush no matter how hard he tried.

There were a lot of things Deuce could've said in that moment. How much he admired Riddle. How badly he wanted to be able to emulate him someday. How grateful he was that Riddle was willing to invest so much time and faith into him, despite feeling he'd done nothing to deserve it.

He didn't feel either of them were ready to broach that subject just yet though. So he cleared his throat and straightened, and instead put all of that emotion into a resounding, " Yes sir! "

And judging by the slight look of pride that crept into Riddle's eyes? He had heard it loud and clear.

[landscapewrites]

H, U, and G for deucey pls?? He’s my fave Heartslabyul boy and I NEED this mama’s boy wrecked so badly!!

aww it spells out hug 🫂 I've got you covered anon!

DEUCE ALPHABET

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

As a lee, very dangerous reflexes. He will kick and punch before he can even think about it. Lers beware!

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

his ears are very sensitive. his face too. as a little spadeling, his mama would give him forehead + cheek kisses and he would giggle so much!!

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Ouhhh its only enough to get little giggles out of him. He needs more pressure to get him going. He would hate the anticipation for if they'll get worse or not.

[anzynai]

Oh my gosh im so excited to see a twst writer in the community!! Can u please share some heartslabyul headcanons (no pressure if u dont want to) i just love them so much thank you!

Heartslabyul Hcs

HELLOOO this has been sitting in my ask box for ages and i am so sorry for dying and not posting for a whole month.. erm. anyway, headcanons. unfortunately no new fic im sorry but uh soon!!! its heartslabyul tho soo enjoy!!

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since riddle was never exposed to tickling when he was a child, he was always curious about what it felt like. like, he’s read about it, heard about it, etc, but just couldn’t imagine HOW it could make someone laugh. afterall, it sounds so absurd. which makes total sense.

it wasn’t until he started hanging out with chenya and trey that he finally learned what it was like. chenya had been the one to poke him in the side first. riddle had jumped, sputtered, giggled, and jsut reaxted like how any ticklish person would and riddle was like,, what was that?? chenya had simply told him he was curious and trey was like “oh, youre ticklish, huh?” and suddenly it made SO MUCH sense. THATS what tickling was like, and now that he had a taste of it, he was curious about more. being actually tickled and tickling someone. thankfully, being friends witb the two, he did in fact experience those

when he arrived at nrc, it didnt happen as much but trey seemed to notice that riddle didnt exactly hate tickling. as he got older he tried to hide it, but he didnt hate iy. maybe wasnt as interested as when he was younger, but it was more neutral. trey would like to poke him to get his attention and such.

trey is ticklish but maybe would prefer to be tbe ler, or at least let it be equal. he’s like, teh nonchalant tickler HELPP so like, usually won’t go very far, not more than a poke to tbe side or something small like that, but well, he still does it to like most of heartslabyul and his friends outside of heartslabyul, but is like totally casual abt it so sometimes ppl wonder if they should even bring it up

when they do, “i only wanted to get your attention.” hey trey! calling their name works just as well btw!! no but sometimes he does it just because he feels like it. always the same excuse too😭

cater is pretty ticklish. he has a love-hate relationship of it. i thjnk he enjoys tickling people, but doesnt do it much because HE doesnt particularly ENJOY getting tickled and he doesnt want them to like, retaliate. he doesnt hate it but his sisters loved tickling hjm when he was younger so it kinda left a bad taste in his mouth. basically, he usually will only have a good time if its someone he knows well and is comfortable with and he knows theh wont push him to the brink. he doesnt like to laugh uncontrollably i feel like. eitherway, he def tickles others the same exact way bc he doesnt want them to feel the same way he does about it.

he doesnt mind gentle tickles at all, but again, ws long as he’s with the right people. i feel like with a partner, he would actyally really love tickles while they r cuddling. super cute, yes.

deuce didnt get tickled a lot, at least not until he entered nrc. never really had any feelinfs towards it. he hated it when he was younger, became more neutral about it when he grew up. he would definitely defend someone if they thought it was embarrassing. “everyones ticklish! nothing to be ashamed of!”

this actually leads to him getting tickled about half the time😭😭 because everyone loves to tickle the first year students (i would too). super embarrassed? yes. super awkward? yes. hates it? nope!! prob would be blushing and all but never have any complaints

ace, on tbe other hand, did get tickled a lot when he was younger and that did not change upon his arrival to nrc. i dont know how to describe it, he just radiates those vibes. also i frel like he was more of the “popular” guys in middle school (he peaked in middle school just kidding) but he was prob the one his frienfs liked to gang up on and tickle

doesnt PARTICULARLY seek out being tickled but will ALWAYS join in if one of his friends is being tickled in front of him with the most sadistic smile on his face. he js evil, do not let urself be tickled by him (or do maybe).

yk that guy who will convince others to tickle the super scary boss?? no?? well whatever, that’s cater. tell me he doesnt whisper to the freshman to tickle riddle… everyone knows its him too except riddle because, well, the freshman never get too far in their endeavors. afterall, leaders are to set an example!

trey knows ofc, but does he stop it? ofc not!! riddle needs a laugh time to time after all.

tickle fights. between all five of them. most r started by the chaotic duo (ace and deuce) or cater. and well, the winner is USUALLY cater or riddle, trey too. ace and deuce never win. plus, cater has his clones to back him up, but if riddle uses his spell, he’s the first one gone

trey just kinda lets it happen, until he doesnt. yea hes ticklish but rarely does he lose unless he lets it happen on purpose. (until u get his back, then he’s done for) riddle and cater know this pretty well, ace and deuce have yet to find out. whenever they come close, trey quickly turns the tables LOL

[lilaccfeathers]

Day 11: Wake up!

When you’re roommates with ace and deuce, you have to make the wake-ups creative, especially in Heartstabyul!!

[hanksposts]

if it’s alright can you pls do a Lee!deuce ler!ace? (or the other way around if u want)

No rush tho

Winds of Revenge

Summary: After Deuce gets Ace punished by Coach Vargas, Ace retaliates from the ground using wind magic to secretly sabotage Deuce’s flight practice, turning it into a chaotic, laughter-filled struggle.

Lee! Deuce Spade

Ler! Ace Trappola

Word count: 1377

The sun hung heavy and oppressive over the training field, drenching the landscape in a golden heat that made the horizon shimmer. The vast stretch of green was a scene of organized mayhem. Students wobbled dangerously on their brooms, their shouts echoing across the grass as some soared daringly high while others fought just to keep their bristles from skimming the dirt. It was the exact brand of controlled chaos that defined physical education under the watchful, uncompromising eye of Coach Vargas.

Amidst the whistle-blowing and wind-rushing, Ace Trappola remained remarkably unmoved. He was sprawled out in the grass with his limbs tangled in the blades, looking like a man who had no intention of engaging in anything more strenuous than breathing. "—and then I thought, okay, that's gotta be Yuu," he continued, lazily recounting a story to Deuce, who was hovering a few feet above him. Unlike his friend, Deuce looked notably stiff, his knuckles white as he gripped his broom handle.

"You just assumed?" Deuce asked, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

Ace cracked one eye open, squinting against the glare of the midday sun. "Look, everyone's in the same uniform and half the guys here have black hair. Don't act like it's hard to mix people up when you're in a rush."

"It is if you actually look at them," Deuce countered, his voice flat with logic.

"Yeah, well, I was busy," Ace shot back, irritably pushing his damp hair off his forehead. "So, I'm following them down the hall, right? I'm just about to call out—"

"TRAPPOLA!"

Ace froze mid-sentence, the color draining from his face before being replaced by a deep groan of annoyance. "You've gotta be kidding me..." he muttered, though he didn't dare stay seated. Under the threat of Vargas's legendary discipline, he rolled onto his stomach and braced his palms against the turf. "One...two..."

The roar snapped across the field like a whip, instantly silencing the nearby chatter. Coach Vargas stood a few yards away, his shadow looming long over the grass and his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "If you have time to talk, then you have time to drop and gimme twenty!"

"And whose fault is that?" Deuce remarked from his vantage point, a small, smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched Ace struggle.

Ace shot him a murderous glare mid-rep, his face beginning to flush from the effort. "Yours! You’re the one who kept pestering me for the rest of the story."

"I asked once," Deuce argued, leaning forward over his broom. "So, what happened next?"

Ace's gaze immediately dropped to the dirt, his jaw setting into a stubborn line. "I'm not talking," he wheezed.

"What? Why not?"

"I'm already doing push-ups, Deuce! I'm not making it worse for myself," Ace hissed, his arms trembling slightly as he hit the halfway mark.

Deuce hovered there, his face a mask of feigned concern that didn’t quite hide the amused glint in his eyes. He shifted his weight on his broom, enjoying the rare view of Ace struggling while he remained comfortably airborne. "Just finish the story," he urged in a low, innocent murmur. "He's not even looking anymore."

Ace's arms nearly gave out, his elbows locking as he stared up in disbelief. "Are you serious?!"

Ace shook his head firmly, lowering his chest until it nearly brushed the grass. "Nope. Not happening. My lips are sealed."

"Thirty!" Vargas barked from across the field, not even needing to look back to sense the conversation.

"Forty if I hear another syllable!"

Just you wait, juice-head, Ace hissed internally, his arms trembling as he hit thirty-five. He could practically feel Deuce's smug satisfaction radiating from above, but a sharp, wicked grin started to form in his mind. He wasn't gonna wait for some distant future to get even. He already had a perfect, petty plan brewing to turn the tables before the period was even over. Ace was gonna make sure Deuce will hit the dirt before the final whistle blew.

Ace clamped his mouth shut so hard his teeth clicked. He glared at the grass with burning intensity as he resumed his count, leaving Deuce and the story hanging in the afternoon heat.

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Deuce straightened, his competitive streak kicking in as he adjusted his grip on the broom. He shot one last, mocking look down at Ace before soaring higher in the air, joining the other students as they began to circle the field. From below, Coach Vargas paced the grass like a drill sergeant, his eyes tracked on the formation as he barked out corrections for their next maneuver.

"All right, cupcakes! Back in the air!" Vargas’s voice rang, cutting through the heavy heat of sports field. "Spade! Don’t get comfortable up there! I wanna see a formation loop. Now!"

Ace, finally finishing with his forty push-ups, remained seated on the turf. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, watching Deuce fly with an effortless grace which was honestly irritating. "Oh, you think you’re so smooth, huh?" Ace muttered to himself, a sharp, feline grin spread across his face. Let’s see how that ‘honor student’ composure holds up. While Vargas was distracted by a student nearly crashing into a tree, Ace’s hand slipped into his pocket, discreetly sliding his magical pen out.

Ace leaned back on his elbows, his eyes locking onto Deuce's soaring figure with a devious, predatory smirk.

"Eyes up, Spade! Keep that posture!" Vargas roared from below. "Stop wobbling like a fledgling!"

High above, Deuce was just leaning into a sharp bank when the first current hit him. Needle-thin stream of air darted directly into his side. Deuce flinched violently, his broom jerking to the left. "Wha—?! Ah!" he gasped, trying to regain his balance. But before he could, Ace swirled his pen, sending a soft, spiraling gust of wind to coil around Deuce’s neck like a phantom feather.

"No, no, no! S-stop that!" Deuce hissed through his gritted teeth, his shoulders hiking up to his ears in a desperate shrug. "Aha- Ace! Stohohop!"

"I'm- I'm trying, sir!" Deuce called back, his voice cracking. He looked down, spotting Ace's smug face on the clean, bright green ground. "You absolute jerk!" he mouthed, though his insult was cut short as a thin, vibrating stream of wind began to patter against the both sides of his ribs. It felt exactly like drumming fingers, while another soft current blew directly into the shell of his ear. "Ace! P-plehease!" Deuce let out a sharp, strangled giggle, his legs kicking out instinctively as the ghost fingers of wind dug deeper into his sides. "NO! Nohot there! Stop it—Ah! AhaHAh!!"

The wind was relentless. Every time he tried to steady the broom for a loop, a fresh, swirling gust would find the sensitive dip of his waist. He was squirming uncontrollably, his hands shaking on the wood of the broom as he tried to swat at the invisible hands. His stomach muscles cramping from the dual effort of the tickling and the flight. "I'm going to fall! I'm actually going to—heHAheha!"

He looked down again, his watering eyes finding Ace immediately. Ace wasn't hiding it anymore. He was staring right back at him, his chin tilted up and a wicked, triumphant smirk plastered on his face. He even gave a tiny, mocking wiggle of his fingers, leaning back as if he was enjoying a front-row seat at a comedy show.

"I’ll kill you!" Deuce tried to shout down at him, but a sudden, sharp puff of air caught him right in the hollow of his throat, turning the threat into a fresh explosion of helpless laughter. "I—Ahaha!—I swear, Ace! Stoppit!"

"Spade! If I see one more uncoordinated twitch, you're joining Trappola for laps!" Vargas barked, oblivious about the magical sabotage.

Deuce could only cling to the broom for his dear life, his body bucking against the invisible tickling, desperately trying to follow instructions while tears of mirth and frustration pricked his eyes. From the grass, Ace watched every frantic squirm, his magical pen dancing as he savored every second of his airborne revenge. "Keep dancing for me, Deuce," he whispered with a chuckle. "We’ve still got twenty minutes left of class."

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