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the heart's belonging
Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader
Synopsis: in which ace finds you far too beautiful and can't help getting jealous when others realise that too
Tags: fluff, ace is an absolute teenager, jealously, he's also an absolute simp, basically a beach episode, slight pining
Word count: 680
Notes: thank you for requesting ashi!! you're the first too haha ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ this interpretation comes from malaysia, and i was so inspired by it the fic basically wrote itself haha! i hope you enjoy!!
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flower of choice: hibiscus
It is said that wearing a hibiscus flower carries a special significance: placing the flower behind the left ear signifies "I yearn to encounter love," while placing the flower on the right ear indicates "My heart already belongs to someone".
Ace believes it's the teenage boy's dream to see their crush in a swimsuit.
What he didn't expect, though, was the surge of protectiveness that washed over him and how much he wanted to hide you from everyone.
He had only been away for less than ten minutes, offering to grab you a bottle of water when you mentioned feeling thirsty. But in that short span, a group of guys had already approached you. The sight of a few guys talking to you makes his blood boil. He quickens his pace, feeling a pang of jealousy rising within him.
"Hey, is everything okay here?" he interjects, his voice steady but his jaw clenched with an underlying tension.
The guys glance at him, sensing his protective stance. "Yeah, just chatting," one of them replies, though they seem to pick up on Ace's annoyance.
Without missing a beat, Ace steps closer, subtly positioning himself between you and the group. "Well, it looks like the conversation's over," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The guys exchange awkward glances before nodding and backing away, clearly getting the message.
With the guys finally dispersing, Ace releases a pent-up sigh, a muttered "Tch..." slipping from his lips as he battles to quell his simmering irritation. Despite the knot tightening in his chest, he extends the bottle of water towards you, a forced smile masking his inner turmoil.
"Thanks," you respond, your eyes fixed on him with a curious intensity as you accept the drink and take a sip.
His gaze remains fixed on you, his mind swirling with thoughts of how alluring you look, now amplified by that damn red flower you plucked earlier, currently tucked behind your right ear. He finds himself entranced by the way the flower accentuates the curve of your cheek, how its vibrant petals seem to echo the flush of your lips.
But he knows that it's not the flower itself that makes you beautiful—it's you, in all your radiant splendour, that leaves him completely spellbound.
"...Aren't you bothered at all by those guys?" he asks quietly, a hint of jealousy evident in his voice.
You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "No," you say thoughtfully. "They're harmless,"
"Harmless?" Ace raises an incredulous eyebrow. "Why?"
"They're not my type."
He pauses, processing your words before curiosity gets the better of him. "... What's your type then?"
You smile knowingly, your fingertips tracing the delicate petals of the hibiscus flower nestled behind your right ear as you tuck your hair in place. With a deliberate slowness, you pivot to face Ace, your eyes locking with his in a gaze so profound that it feels as though it's delving into the depths of his soul.
He finds himself completely mesmerised as the sunlight caresses your skin, casting a radiant glow that seems to highlight your every feature; the gentle breeze tousles your hair, creating a halo of golden strands that frames your face in an ethereal light; the vibrant hibiscus illuminating the clarity of your eyes under the golden rays of sunshine.
He drinks in every detail, every movement, etches itself into his memory, leaving an indelible imprint that he knows he will carry with him long after this day is over.
Your finger playfully jabs his chest, breaking him out of his trance.
"Bleh~" you taunt, your tongue poking out mischievously. "I'm not telling you!" With a teasing grin, you swiftly dart away, leaving him flustered by your evasion.
Before he can gather his thoughts, you're already in motion, leaving him trailing behind. "Wha- Hey, wait up!" he calls after you, his feet stumbling as he hastens to catch up, determined not to let you slip away.
A whirlwind of theories are swirling in his mind, but he is intent on hearing what your type is straight from your own lips.
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