#Ace Trappola x Yuu

[illiviestrations]

This is hilarious.

I love it.

Now…

Listen…

What if :

Ace and Yuu are a thing. So now— Deuce is promoted to BFF.

Malleus blinks.

All of that hard work— all of the set ups and planning for Trappola and the human to get together—

There’s only one viable solution.

If child of man is dating both Ace and Deuce…

Then he can finally take his rightful spot as their Best Friend.

And so, the trials and tribulations of Malleus trying to make Heartshackle canon resumes.

ace trappola has a problem.

ace knows that when compared to The malleus draconia, there's really no reason for you to pick him as a partner. being your best friend, he tells himself, is just as good.

its not.

but its whatever! who cares! ace would much rather be able to hang out with you than to risk it and ruin your friendship with a lame confession. besides, he sees the way malleus looks at you and even if it twists this way and that in his chest at the sight, he still knows that a prince was the only right answer.

malleus draconia has a problem. he knows that when compared to The ace trappola, there's really no reason to pick him as a best friend. malleus is not as well versed in what humans are interested in and despite the late night walks and quiet conversations, malleus knows that the heartslabyul duo, specifically trappola, are deserving of the "best friend" title. maybe being just a friend would be enough for malleus?

it wasn't.

unbeknownst to a lot of people, malleus was selfish. it wasn't usually a trait he showed but it was more obvious when he hung out with you. in his excitement to finally have company other than those he considered family, he tended to strong arm conversations. could you blame him? he never once before had someone to discuss at length the things he was interested in and you were just so curious about everything in this world that you would let him ramble on for hours about this and that.

but alas, he still wasn't your best friend.

so malleus came up with a plan. he would set you and trappola together. a boyfriend was a whole new title and in the absence of a "best friend" malleus could swoop in and claim his rightful spot by your side. as the best friend.

yes, malleus most certainly liked this idea.

deuce was just along for the ride.

[himasgod]

Spending Valentine's Day with NRC

HEARTSLABYUL VER

SAVANACLAW VER OCTAVINELLE VER SCARABIA VER POMEFIORE VER IGNIHYDE VER DIASOMNIA VER

SCENARIO: The morning sun shone down on Night Raven College as students prepared for Valentine’s Day. Classes had ended earlier than usual, and the hallways were filled with rumors of chocolates, a few confessions, and secret dates. Despite the general excitement for that day of remembering and sharing, you hadn’t planned anything special for that day. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

But he had been acting oddly suspicious since the night before. You’d noticed his furtive glances and failed attempts at hiding smiles whenever you came near. You knew he was up to something.

With Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover and Riddle Rosehearts

Ace Trappola

The first clue came during breakfast in the dining hall. You were quietly sipping tea when a small red envelope landed in front of you. You looked up to meet Ace’s cheeky grin.

“Hey, don’t get nervous or anything! It’s just a little invitation. Read it when you have time.”

He turned around with his hands in his pockets before you could answer. You unfolded the envelope and read the message written in his unmistakable handwriting:

"I'll be waiting for you at the Heartslabyul labyrinth at noon. Don't miss it, Pref"

Your heart skipped a beat, while you say goodbye to Grim and Deuce to go get ready for what seemed like a date on Valentine's Day.

When you arrived at the labyrinth, the sound of the wind through the leaves was the only thing that accompanied you. You walked along the paths until you reached a cleared area where Ace was waiting for you. He had placed a small table with a white tablecloth, a couple of chairs and a tray of cupcakes decorated with hearts.

"There you are, Pref! I knew you wouldn't resist my charm."

"Ace… Is this all yours?"

"Of course! Well, Trey helped me with the cupcakes… and Riddle approved the use of the labyrinth… but the idea was mine."

He scratched the back of his neck, visibly proud and nervous at the same time.

“I knew Valentine’s Day gifts had to be special. And you deserve something different. Something fun.”

You sat down as Ace poured tea. He kept talking, making jokes and comments to keep the mood light.

You started playing card games where Ace always won due to his cheating. Every now and then he would surprise you with some magic trick, making cards appear where there weren't any.

Or for example, leaning towards you, towards your ear with a mocking smile while his hand caressed your neck until it went up to your ear and whispered "You chose the Ace of Hearts" while he pulled out from behind your ear the card you chose from his deck.

But, in a moment of silence, he looked down at the tablecloth.

“You know, I’m not very good with serious stuff … but this Valentine’s Day is special because you’re here. And… well, I just want you to know that.”

The blush on his cheeks spoke for itself. And before you could respond, he stood up suddenly.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot the best part!”

Ace pulled out a small box wrapped in red paper and handed it to you with a nervous smile. Inside was a simple pendant with a small heart-shaped figure.

“It’s not much, but… I hope you like it.”

You stood up and hugged him without a second thought. Ace froze for a second before returning the hug with a smile.

"Hey, don't make me get all sentimental! But… thanks."

Deuce Spade

Deuce Spade had been visibly nervous all week, something you hadn’t been able to miss. Although he was normally clumsy with his words, his clumsiness had reached a new level recently.

It was mid-morning when you received a message on your door: “Meet me in the garden after class. There’s something important I want to tell you. —Deuce.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew Deuce well enough to know that this had taken a lot of courage on his part.

When you arrived at the garden, you were met by an unexpectedly adorable scene. Deuce was there, dressed in his usual uniform, though his nervous movements betrayed his intention to remain calm. He had placed a blanket on the ground with a small picnic basket beside him.

“Oh, you’re here!” he said, quickly standing up. “It’s not a big deal, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

You sat next to him on the blanket, noticing how his hands shook slightly as he poured the tea.

“I made some sandwiches. Trey gave me some tips… I’m not sure how they came out though.”

You tried one of the sandwiches he’d made, and to your surprise, it was delicious.

“They’re great, Deuce!”

“Really?” His eyes lit up with a flash of pride. He looked like a nervous puppy trying to get things right, and when you told him that, his eyes lit up. “That’s a relief.”

After a few minutes of light chit-chat, Deuce leaned forward, his cheeks flushed with tension.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to say for a long time. You’re very important to me. Every time I’m with you, I feel like I can be better, like I can become someone worthy of your time.”

His words were clumsy, but there was such a deep sincerity in his voice that you couldn’t help but smile.

“Deuce… that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He looked up, a mix of relief and happiness in his expression.

“So, would you agree to be my date for this Valentine’s Day?”

Without saying a word, you walked over and hugged him. Deuce hugged you back tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“Thank you! I promise to do everything I can to make you happy.”

Cater Diamond

Pink and red decorations adorned the hallways, and students were everywhere passing by, handing out cards and chocolates of friendship and love. However, you knew Cater Diamond had something special planned. He had always been the life of the party, the first to capture the most memorable moments for Magicam, and today would be no different.

During lunch, you received a notification on your Magicam. A story from Cater had appeared on your feed: a selfie of him smiling widely with the message: “Make sure y'all don’t miss the Valentine’s surprise. Especially you, Prefect ❤.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Knowing Cater, you knew there was something big coming.

Towards the end of the day, the cafeteria was transformed into the center of attention. A crowd had gathered around the entrance, where bright lights and Valentine-themed decorations had been set up. At the center of it all, Cater waited, dressed in a red and white outfit that matched the theme.

“There you are!” he exclaimed upon seeing you. The crowd moved aside to let you through.

“Stay here a second,” Cater said, as he cast a small spell. A shower of heart-shaped confetti appeared above you, illuminated by dancing lights. It was the kind of scene Cater adored: flashy, cheerful, and full of life.

“This is all for you,” he said, with a soft, sincere smile that he rarely showed in public. “I’m always looking for ways to make things memorable, but you make every day special just by being here.”

You felt a warmth in your chest. Cater could seem shallow at times, always concerned with his image, but you knew there was so much more to him.

“Will you be my date for this Valentine’s Day?” —he asked, handing you a small box wrapped with a gold bow.

You opened the box to find a collage of all the photos you had together. Your eyes almost filled with tears.

"Cater… it's beautiful."

He quickly took a selfie of the two of you, not leaving the opportunity to photograph each and every moment and any reaction of yours to treasure it later.

"I can't let this moment pass. But it's just for us," he said as he saved the photo in a private album.

He hugged you tightly, and in that moment, the whole world disappeared. It was just the two of you, sharing an unforgettable Valentine's Day.

Riddle Rosehearts

Everyone knew that Riddle Rosehearts, the strict and meticulous housewarden, had been acting a bit strange all week. For someone so rule-bound, acting nervous was a rare occurrence.

You had received a note slipped under your door early that morning. Riddle’s neat, careful handwriting invited you to meet him in the gardens of the labyrinth, just before sunset.

The sun was beginning to set as you arrived at the meeting point. The red and white flowers of Heartslabyul had been carefully arranged in perfect patterns along the path. The golden light of the setting sun gave an almost magical air to the place.

Riddle was waiting for you, dressed in his impeccable Heartslabyul Dorm uniform. His bearing was straight and formal, but his eyes betrayed a certain nervousness.

“Thank you for coming,” he said, his cheeks flushed. “There is something I want to share with you.”

He led you down a path that led to a small gazebo hidden in the heart of the labyrinth. There was a table perfectly set for tea, with a selection of your favorite sweets. And strawberry cake. Thanks Trey. Everything was arranged according to the rules of the Heartslabyul, but with a personal touch that only someone like Riddle could achieve.

“I wanted to prepare this for you,” he said, adjusting the collar of his uniform. “I know I’m not always easy to deal with. Sometimes I’m too strict, and it’s hard for me to express what I feel. But… today I want to do it right.”

He paused, looking into your eyes with a serious expression.

“Since you came into my life, you’ve brought a light I didn’t know I needed. You help me see beyond the rules and become a better person. That’s why I want to ask you… to be my partner on this special day.”

Your heart was pounding. The sincerity in his words and the way he had prepared everything took your breath away.

“Riddle, of course I do!”

A genuine smile spread across his face. It was a rare expression on him, but also one of the most beautiful you had ever seen.

Trey Clover

Trey Clover had spent the morning in the kitchen, baking a batch of his famous cakes and pies for the day's celebration. The smells of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberries filled the air, and students lined up to try a bite of his creations.

Trey had something else in mind, though. He'd been waiting for this moment for weeks, planning every detail carefully.

Just after lunch, you found a small card slipped into your dessert tray. Trey's familiar handwriting invited you to join him at the greenhouse at dusk.

When you arrived at the location, the greenhouse was illuminated by soft lights hanging between the plants. On a table was a tray with a selection of sweets decorated with hearts and flowers, all handmade by Trey.

Trey was waiting for you, dressed in his kitchen apron, but with a new shirt underneath. His soft, warm smile greeted you immediately.

“I knew I’d be busy baking for everyone today, but I wanted to make sure you had something special just for you,” he said, scratching the back of his head with a mix of shyness and pride.

You sat down next to him as he poured a cup of hot tea and placed the desserts in front of you. There were candied violets and a strawberry shortcake topped with whipped cream, decorated with your name written in chocolate.

“You know,” Trey began, his voice more serious than usual. “I’ve always been used to taking care of others. Sometimes it’s hard for me to ask for something for myself. But you… you make me want to be more open. Not just with my feelings, but with my dreams as well.”

He took your hand gently.

“What I want today, and always, is for you to stay by my side. Would you agree to be my partner this Valentine’s Day?”

Your response was immediate, full of emotion.

“Of course I do, Trey.”

Her smile grew wider, and in that moment, Trey Clover, always the caretaker of others, finally received the love he deserved as well.

(Hey everyone, I hope you didn't miss me too much on my hiatus! I'm feeling a little better, so I found the energy to write this, although a little lazy! I don't think I've ever posted about twst before, but it's something that's been my hyperfixation since 2023 when the fandom was very dead LOL, I'm so happy that it's revived, that I felt like posting something that's far from Genshin, which is what I usually post!)

[h20milk]

noisy

[obssessivethorn]

Sobbing rn there’s so much aceyuu content with the new book 7 update 😭

[anbaisai]

ace you can't just ask something like that

[ramshacklerumble]

never let ace trappola look you in the eye and tell you he doesn’t care about gia yugo. (with the amount of shit ace constantly is pulling gia out of, you’d think he’s the yuu…)

BONUS

taglist:

@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

@theleechyskrunkly @skriblee-ksk @boopshoops @the-trinket-witch @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @kimikitti

@felix-cant-ski @nightwingshero @water-writings @beneathsakurashade (dm to be added)

[twisted-broth]

Their Family Asks to Meet You (First Years- Platonic)

Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho, Sebek

Genre: fluff

[viperbunnies]

Leaked Chapter 7 Ace SSR “Swagapino outfit” (/j)

(special thanks to @part-sadist for the shirt suggestion!)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Adeuce + Onee-san!Yuu Headcanons

I THINK THEY’D BOTH BE INTO ONEE-SANS… cuz Ace is the bratty one that wants attention and Deuce is into being praised for his accomplishments 💀 Even worse if both of them are crushing on the same onee-san and butt heads every day about it.

Please note: due to the nature of the scenario, these headcanons could read as gendered (since “onee-san” means "big sister") even though I avoid the use of gendered pronouns for the reader/self insert in my writing and just generally allude to the concept of the "onee-san" trope (someone who is reliable, kind, and mature). Read at your own discretion.

Curiouser and Curiouser…

Ace is totally the type of guy that mercilessly teases the person he has a crush on, and that's really no different when it comes to you. He sees it like a challenge, to see how fast he can break you and get you cutely begging him to stop--but to his surprise, you hold your own and push back, scolding him for his attitude and lip. He blinks as you finish your lecture and turn to walk off, not registering the heat of his gaze following you.

The teasing continues regardless, of course. He doesn't let up on it, always coming up with some clever new excuse whenever you respond. With (fake) watery eyes, Ace will claim you're BULLYING your innocent little kouhai, don't you feel any shame or remorse? Oh, and he gets jealous if others tease you—because only he’s allowed to do that, got it?

He doesn't flinch at all when you scold him (In fact, he thinks it's kind of cute how you get all stern and pouty) Ace will taunt you and egg you on ("What're you gonna do, tell my mom?"). May or may not also include him cheekily sticking his tongue out at you.

The number one thing he makes fun of you about is your kindness. He often tells you that you're TOO nice, and that someday it may come back to bite you in the ass, or someone might try to take advantage of that kindness. "Luckily for you, I'm a nice guy too, so I wouldn't mess with you like that."

Ace is handsy. He'll casually lean on your shoulder or even rest his head on top of yours (if you're short enough for that kind of thing). It's fine between "just friends", right?

If you ignore him (or he feels like you're giving more attention to Grim or Deuce than to him), he gets all clingy, whining about how you next hang out anymore or why did you leave his text on read? Ace tries to invite you out as nonchalantly as he can (he doesn't want to come off as desperate).

"How about that burger place in town? What? Nooo, it's not a date, dummy! It’s just a joke. Unless…?" He typically phrases private outings with him as unserious, if only to keep a route of plausible deniability open for himself to escape with if you indicate you're not really into it.

Pesters you to come watch his basketball games. Constantly. When you do finally show up, he waves excitedly, winks, and tries to dedicate a shot to you in an attempt to look cool. (Unfortunately, the ball bounces off the rim and makes him look incredibly pathetic. Floyd gets a good laugh out of this.)

Every time Riddle collars him or punishes him with extra chores, Ace asks you to comfort him. He'll dramatically lean against you and lament how life has been SO unfair to him lately, so he'd for real appreciate a shoulder to cry on or maybe a lap to rest on right about now~

He pretends to not understand class material as an excuse to ask for "one-on-one" tutoring. Since you're sooo smart and kind, you'll definitely help him, won't you? As you're explaining how to solve this equation or the next, Ace is too busy staring at your profile to really pay attention. You ask if he gets it now, and it takes him a few seconds to snap back to reality and insist to you that he does, but juuust to make sure he gets it maybe you could explain it all again!

Whenever you pack a homemade lunch, Ace is the first to ask for a bite. Well, not ask but more like he announces he wants some before he steals a bite right off of your eating utensil. He'll then make some cheeky comment about how it's an indirect kiss. In return, he shares his own snacks (which suspiciously look like unbirthday party cakes he swiped from the fridge, but shhhh, don't tell Riddle!).

Every time Ace dresses up or buys some new article of clothing, he makes a show of wearing it. Like this guy will wear the luxury sunglasses Vil gifted him for his birthday INDOORS or on the back of his head hoping it'll bait you into noticing and then complimenting him.

Ace claims that you're "soooo obsessed with [him'" since you're always "chasing [him] like a lovesick puppy" and "looking for excuses to talk with [him]". In reality, you follow him around and talk with him to nag him and keep him in line, but Ace frames it a certain way because he's delusional to mess with you. "Geez, if you want me that badly, then just say so~"

You try your best to keep him out of trouble, but there are instances in which you end up roped into his shenanigans and both of you are punished for it. Detention isn't exactly a very romantic spot to be in, but Ace makes use of every moment of it to hog you for himself. "Hey, don't make that long face. It's not so bad—least you've got me here to keep you company."

He sometimes brings up his ex to complain about how needy she was (the irony of Ace saying that is not lost on you) and implicitly brag about how he has sooo much experience with dating. He'll then bring the attention to you. "I don't get it, what was she looking for in a guy? She said I was way too immature for her. How about you, Prefect? Do you get it? Immature guys... do you like that kind of thing?" Ace thinks he's slick but he ain't--

Unlike Ace, Deuce does his best to try and not cause trouble for you to clean up after. He also joins you in telling Ace off, to which Ace will call him a "goody two shoes" and accuse him of "sucking up to Prefect". Deuce adamantly denies it, but his frenemy's words still fluster him.

Deuce is very polite to you and even greets you with a bow. He sees you as someone deserving of respect because of how responsible you are—you're modelling the very thing he aspires to be someday! Your encouraging presence fills him with a drive and determination to be better.

Having someone like you around makes Deuce try really, really hard to demonstrate how mature he can be. He pulls off these herculean feats (like forcing himself to eat bell peppers without gagging or solving a basic arithmetic problem correctly in under 5 minutes). It’s all worth it when he sees that proud smile blooming on your face and hears the cheery “Good job!!” from you.

Deuce usually keeps a respectable distance (to keep things professional between peers!). However, he completely freezes up if any scenarios arise where you touch him—be it an accidental brush of your shoulder and his while you're walking to class together or you plucking a fallen leaf or petal out of his air. His face turns about as red as his dorm leader's and he hurriedly runs way ahead of you to cool off.

The worst of it is when you adjust your clothes for him (it puts you in very close proximity) or when you pat him on the head and shower him with praise. Deuce doesn't know how to react to receiving such earnest compliments, he just melts like putty in your hands, happily basking in the moment.

In spite of all of his efforts, his grades don't see much of an improvement. Seeing his frustration, you offer to tutor him, which Deuce graciously accepts. It doesn't occur to him until he's actually in that tutoring session that this is a private time for the two of you, and suddenly he's struggling to focus because wow, you're so close and your hand is centimeters away from his. Instead of thinking about math, he's thinking about what it would feel like to reach out and hold you. Stupid, stupid! he scolds himself. D-Don't think about weird things like that!

Deuce doesn't have a lot of pocket money, but he offers to share his food with you anyway. (He knows you're carefully budgeting your monthly allowance from the headmaster, so you can't afford to spend much on treats.) He'll break off half of his chocolate bar or dessert bread, but drinks are harder to share. His face burns at the suggestion of sharing a straw—isn't that technically an indirect kiss?—but he tries to pretend like he's not nervous (even as his hand trembles terribly as he accepts the juice carton from you to take a sip of his own).

There are times when you find him a little bruised and beat up, whether it’s the result of a brawl or an intense workout. Deuce will insist that he’s fine, but that doesn’t stop you from personally tending to him. He’s dead quiet as he watches you disinfect and bandage his injuries, heat climbing to his cheeks. When you ask if it hurts anymore, he softly replies “… No.” Not when you’re here with me.

Deuce frequently tells his mom about you when they speak over the phone. He says that you’re an amazing person with a big heart, rambling on and on about how you care about everyone and always support them. His mom listens for a while before laughing and telling Deuce he’s definitely got a crush and that she’d love to meet this person that has stolen her son’s heart. Of course, he gets embarrassed and claims she’s wrong, he just really admires you, that’s all!! (But a mother knows best…)

Deuce is easily flustered whenever you call him “cute”. He tends to keep his mouth shut and let you gush as you please, but one day he manages to find his voice and protests. "P-Please don't tease me like that, Prefect..." Deuce mutters, his gaze cutting to the ground. “I… I want you to see me as a man.” Someone you can rely on.

Deuce tells you that if you’re ever in need of help—or if people are giving you trouble—then all you have to do is call him. He’ll come running to your side, lend a hand, fend off the bullies, whatever you need. He knows he can depend on you, so he should also be the type of person you can depend on.

It’s hard for him to get a grip on his delinquent side if he feels like you’re in danger. That mixture of concern, protectiveness, and upset drives him wild—he doesn’t even realize he has relapsed until he has rushed over to check on you and notices the alarm set in your eyes. I’ve gone and done it again, he panics. They’re disappointed in me.

… But you embrace Deuce warmly, thanking him, peppering him with reassurances, inspecting him for any signs of harm. He’s flooded with relief, allowing himself to sink into your arms and breathe in your comforting smell.

Deuce appreciates it when you make time to go to his Track and Field Club meets and cheer him on. He sprints like the wind to see you at the finish line. You’re smiling, with a water bottle, a wet towel, and a snack in hand to reward him for his hard work. Deuce’s clubmates snicker and tease him about it, but he doesn’t let that get to him—he’s too busy riding the adrenaline high that is you.

He’s not shameless unlike Ace, who pretty much automatically clocks his feelings. Deuce struggles a lot with coming to terms with how he feels about you, wondering if he’s “good enough” to be near you, to like you in the capacity that he does, to push these emotions onto you. He kicks himself, calling it spineless and cowardly to not gather his courage and just blurt it out already—but he’s scared of breaching your friendship. “Hey, Is this okay…?” Is it okay for me to like you like this?

[thecoolsquirrel]

timeskip (?) 🥺

[duckduckgoosebutitsinatrench]

As much as i love all the other Yuu ships like Malleyuu, Silyuu, Jadeyuu, floydyuu, Jamiyuu, etc. NOTHING and i mean NOTHING is funnier than Ace mother fucking Trapollo Just Some Guying his way into Yuus bed

[twistedpink]

omg I love your writing so much🫶🫶🫶 can I request a jealous! Ace please and thank you in advance🥰🫶🫶🫶

thanks for requesting!

Ace Trappola gets jealous for no reason all the time, and he’s such a jerk about it! What, you’re looking at that ignyhide guy? I heard you’re not his type.. c’mon don’t hit him, he’s just joking!!

Jealous!Ace that monopolizes you before every test (even if neither of you know the material) just so nobody else’ll tutor you

Jealous!Ace is always pulling stuff out your bag to see what’s up with it, and he actually gets strategic! “So why’re you so attached to the keychain? He gave it to you? Kay, no wonder it’s so ugly :)” it goes missing soon after, but Ace buys you a new one a right after you tell him. You think he took it? Psh, as if!

Jealous!Ace that never leaves you alone when you go out, especially not with any strangers. He also has a history of dragging you away from Cater whenever he brings up posting about you (Ace is a professional gatekeeper)

Jealous!Ace gets clingy really quickly into your relationship, but he’s always saying to “keep it casual”,, if you’re late to any classes (that he’s not skipping) it’s a 99% chance that he’s blowing up your phone with the worst emoticons he can find (he has a google doc with a bunch of obscure websites and apps for them)

Jealous!Ace that “keeps you wanting” by waiting a couple minutes to respond whenever you message him, even if his read receipts are on and you know he’s just been waiting since you texted him + he’s insufferable when you let slip you’re hanging out with anybody, badgering you to call right away “like any good boyfriend would!!”

Jealous!Ace won’t stop calling you the scummiest nicknames because he knows it wards other guys off (“babeeee just ditch him”), but he only does it over text/call. He’s wayyyy too prideful to call you anything creative unless he’s on a possessive streak

Jealous!Ace is always trying to impress you with showy magic tricks and luck based skills,, “look! I landed the bottle!” “How about you land a 90?” (He swears you’re not funny, but we know he’s lying)

Jealous!Ace is just the type to get a little insecure (not that he’ll admit it), but he’s easy to keep happy- all the guy wants is a compliment every so often, and the ramshackle prefect is happy to provide! <33

[bluesylveon2]

*Ace does something stupid

Deuce picks up the phone: hello?

Yuu/MC: why did you let me marry Ace? He (proceeds to rant about him)

After some time

Deuce: is there anything else you need to say?

Yuu/MC: Ace is an idiot but he is my idiot and I love him

[h20milk]

tfw you fall in love with the magicless prefect that keeps running around campus 🤦‍♀️

[kitsuga]

PREFECT open the door {Ace Trappola x Reader/MC/Yuu}

Description: 

A fic in which Ace tries to move into the Ramshackle Dorm.

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Tags: fluff, honestly. i feel ace. i too would try to flirt and fail so horribly, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, you can assume reader/mc is yuu!, twisted wonderland x reader/mc/yuu, twst x reader/mc/yuu, twisted wonderland/twst, ace trappola x reader/mc/yuu, ace trappola 

Word Count: 1,899

A/N: Written on: February 12, 2022 

One of my sisters loves him and begged for some ace content so here it is LKJSDFKJSDF 

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“I thought the little punk was getting better—so why the hell is this thing on me again!”  

Ace pushed past the hardly awake MC and flopped down on the dusty couch in the lounge. His long, heavy sigh shook his whole body; he launched into his complaint again, not noticing that MC had barely shuffled into the room behind him. 

“Who told him there was a rule for stepping into the room with your right foot first if it’s past 9 P.M. Who!? I get my head taken for something stupid like that!” 

“Was it that you stepped into the room with the wrong foot, or you argued with him?” 

“How could you accuse me of something like that!” 

MC rubbed their eyes, taking a long sigh before they spoke again. 

“What did you say to him?” 

“...I didn’t SAY anything.” 

“What did you do.” 

Ace’s lips twisted to the side with a huff as he refused to make eye contact with them. Boring a hole in the side of his head, MC sat and waited for him to paint the picture of his own demise.  

“I.... kmcked’m,” he mumbled. 

“You what?” 

“I kicked him!” Ace shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, letting them fall alongside the rest of his body, slouching further into the couch. “He turned around after yelling at me and I just, I kicked the back of his knee—I didn’t kick him that hard!” 

“Ace.” MC held their face in their hands, disappointment completely evident in their voice. 

“It wasn’t even genuinely a kick—it was more of a push!” 

“Ace.” They growled from behind their hands.  

“You know I love hearing my name and all--” 

“Stop talking.”  

The two of them sat in silence for a moment; Ace snuck a few looks over at MC, making sure to retract his gaze if they made a move to look back at him. As though it were their new catchphrase, MC sighed heavily once again and smacked their knees, pushing themselves up off the couch.  

“Well, you dug your own grave, Trappola. Sucks to be you.” 

“Aw, come on, Prefect!” 

“What do you mean ‘aw come on’? What do you expect me to do? You’re lucky there wasn’t a bigger consequence for you—like being kicked from school for violence.” 

“One little kick, really?” 

“You’re talking about Riddle. Yes, one little kick.”  

MC pushed Ace’s head playfully, moving him around on the couch a bit which was met with his protests. They ignored him as he called out to them by name, simply waving their hand to dismiss his words while climbing the stairs. Over their shoulder, they wished him sweet dreams and shut down whatever he was saying by suggesting he sleep by pointing out the extra blanket draped over the armchair in the living room. Ace sat back on the couch with his arms crossed, lips twisted to the side in a heavy pout as he watched them disappear up the stairs, his eyes lingering where they fell out of his sight for a few extra moments. 

The redheaded boy sighed, knowing that MC was probably right—not that he’d tell them, anyway. He made his bed and he had to lie in it—both figuratively and in actuality; dusting off the older couch, he laid on his back and wrapped himself in the blanket all after he had turned off the lights. He lay with his eyes closed, trying his hardest to get comfortable with the bulky collar around his neck. He twisted, turned, and sighed more times than he could count—counting it may have helped him to fall asleep at this point. Ace opened his eyes to stare at the crumbling ceiling above him, his eyes dragging over each piece of the spider's webs that decorated the place. The night would not take him. 

Nor would the shadows. Nor would his mind. Everything fought sleep as his brain constantly moved its gears, but no actual thoughts had come to his mind. Ace was missing something—longing for something. There was a reason Ace had run to the Ramshackle Dorm rather than simply retreating to his room—and that reason had moved to their own bed upstairs. An hour or two had passed since he first laid down, but he was getting too antsy now; he threw the blanket off him and jumped to his feet in a huff. 

Even if he tiptoed, the old wooden stairs creaked and moaned beneath his feet; each one made him wince, so he had given up. He was sure MC would have been up by now anyway with the sounds, so he rushed the rest of the way to their room, throwing open the door. 

A sliver of moonlight illuminated MC. Grim had curled up at the foot of the bed as their back had faced the door; they turned to look over their shoulder at Ace as he stood in the doorway. Their voice had matched their face—emotionless and stoic. 

“What.” 

“Prefect.” 

“Yes, Ace. What.” 

He hurried over to the bed, throwing himself onto his hands and knees on top of it to slightly hover over MC as they turned to their back to meet his eyes. 

“Let me move into your dorm.” 

“...Get out of my room.” 

“MC, please!” 

“No. Good night, Ace.” 

Ace bounced on the bed which was met with groans from both MC and Grim, who was doing his best to ignore Ace.  

“Seriously! Let me move in. I’ll transfer over to your dorm, and I’ll never have to deal with the little tyrant again!” 

“You can’t, Ace. Now go to sleep.” 

“Come on!” 

“No. Now, shut up.” 

“You’re being unreasonable!” Ace shook the bed once again, ignoring Grim’s shout at him to knock it off. 

“Good night, Ace.” 

MC turned to their side to face him and closed their eyes tight in hopes that their friend would take the hint and leave; they smiled slightly to themselves when they felt the weight of his body leave the bed but frowned deeply when they felt a gust of cold hit them. They opened their eyes to find his staring back at them, only a few spare inches between them.  

“Fine, if you won’t let me into your dorm, then let me into your bed!” 

They groaned when he wiggled an arm underneath them and pulled himself even closer; Ace held them close and with a devilish grin, nuzzled his nose against their cheek even as they tried to turn their face away. MC hissed each time the lock of his collar rammed into them. He could almost feel the heat of their blush traveling up their face as he continued getting as close as he could to them, keeping an arm around them to hold his position; they didn’t attempt to free themselves, just drew their eyebrows together and frowned even deeper. 

“You’re already in my bed!” They lightly kicked his shin. “Out.” 

“Okay, then let me into your bed every night.” 

MC was surely paying attention now as it was Ace’s turn to start trying to fight off a blush; unfortunately for him, the sliver of moonlight was showing all his cards. He turned his face away from them and tried his hardest to look annoyed, but it was difficult to turn away as the collar around his neck was pretty bulky.  

It was best to come clean, right? Ace battled with his pride, his confidence, and his now flustered and racing heart. He stammered a bit but tried his best to hold his head up high despite his limited movement and looked down his nose at MC, who was still only inches away from his own face. 

“Well, I mean—yeah. I said what I said. Maybe I want to crawl into your bed every night. It’d be a lot easier to do if you just let me move into your dorm.” 

“Ace--” 

“Look, I came to see you ‘cause I was upset, yeah—but I really like when you comfort me. You’re still so nice under that irritating dismissiveness, and you’re always ready to help me out but still put me in my place. I think you’re kind of dumb but, you know, in a cute way, and I just—arhg!”  

Ace wiped his face with his free hand as though he could wipe off his embarrassment or the crimson colour off of his skin; he felt like the shadows in the room were laughing at him. He opened his eyes back up to find MC’s staring back at him, an unreadable emotion pooling within them. 

“So... how ‘bout now? Will you let me into your dorm?” 

The two of them sat in silence for a bit, the room heavy with emotion; Ace was just thankful Grim was asleep and missed his confession or he’d never hear the end of his embarrassment. He bit his tongue as MC blinked a few times, looking between his eyes and scanning his face for any hint of him messing with them—he knew that look anywhere. He stared at them a bit harder, trying to silently indicate the authenticity of his confession; his eyes started to wander down to their lips, however, and found himself swallowing hard before subconsciously leaning in slowly to bridge the small gap between the two of them. 

“No.” MC pushed his face away gently, playfully. 

Ace groaned and grabbed them by the wrist, moving their hand and returning his face to his previous spot. 

“What do you mean no--” 

“No, you can’t transfer to my dorm. It’s impossible.” 

“Oh, so the no wasn’t for the kiss?” His devilish grin was evident in his voice. His face was pushed away again after another attempt to lean in; he met this action with a repeat of his groan and moving MC’s hand. 

“What you can do, besides move into my dorm, is go apologize to Riddle tomorrow.” 

“Uhg.” 

“I’ll go with you, it’ll be fine.” 

MC brushed a rogue strand of hair out of Ace’s face, softly caressing his cheek a moment before intertwining their fingers with his and placing their hands in the space between their faces. 

“We can go on a date once you get that annoying collar off. Then, you can kiss me the right way.” 

Ace’s eyes went wide before growing hooded, a genuine, loving smile accompanying his gaze on the person in front of him. He knew it was the right choice to come seek comfort in their loving arms, and he was glad he had pushed himself to annoy them; the blanket downstairs wasn’t even a fraction as warm as he was enveloped in the feelings between the two of them, and the couch was certainly not as soft and inviting.  

So, he couldn’t move into their dorm, but he could move into their heart—as cliché as he was to admit it. Ace was thankful for a friend like the Prefect, and even more thankful for a lover like MC. His soft gaze turned back into the person in front of him, watching as they had slowly started to drift back to sleep; Ace knew he shouldn’t open his mouth, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Hey,” he whispered. “You never answered about that ‘in your bed every night’ thing. That still on?” 

“Shut up, Ace.” 

[anbaisai]

Your recent drawing with Ace reminded me that Mayu also has a ship with him hshshs I’m actually curious about how their dynamic will be though when you release more content of them in the future!

also… ace kibty… orange cat energy…

This is an ask from months ago but 💀 since Shuu brought it up recently I finally gained the motivation to answer and draw something (referring to my last post)

BUT the gist of it is they're the very typical shoujo manga "besties-to-lovers" type of dynamic, with Ace being the type of guy who likes to bully and tease his crush (typical) and they're dumbasses who banter a lot. He's quite casual with physical touch, often just throwing an arm around her shoulders or just propping an elbow on her head like she's a convenient armrest. The one problem is Mayu is Oblivious™ to any of Ace's advances because she just assumes Ace treats every girl like this and she just happens to, unfortunately, be the only one around. She almost feels bad for him. Ace is also Tsundere and will deny it if someone else suggests his actions have any deeper meaning ("H-haaah? Who'd like her!"), so uh, good luck dude... Though despite how talented he is at unlocking her exasperated expression, they're still close friends who have each other's back ww

TL;DR They're very silly and dumb and the ship that's mainly comedy and I really need to draw more of them 💥