spilled secrets

ace is pathetic.

ace never knew what it was like being this close to someone with the pretext of being intimate — something more than just friends yet something lesser than what resembled lovers. it was nerve-wracking, his cheeks flared up and the rest of skin felt like it was about to overheat.

the air was crisp. the smell of fried dishes lingered in the air as the distinct smell of spilled soda on the floor bothered him to no end. scattered paper cups littered around the room and it felt like it was a messy mosaic of what youth is about.

“hey…” ace wasn’t usually this nervous, not when his flirty remarks or jokes often stopped just on the thin line between platonic and romantic. but his face was only centimetres far from yours and it was hard for him to even think about joking anything off.

“close your eyes for a second, will you?” you closed your eyes, anticipating his next move and tried to calm your beating heart. ace inched closer and closer… until he stopped.

he didn’t want to come any closer yet he didn’t want to distance himself away from you just like this.

he brought his fingers close to your face and brushed his fingertips against your lashes, its warmth transferring to your skin which sent a shiver down your spine. you opened your eyes, wondering what ace was doing to you —

and there he stood, smiling smugly, saying, “you got an eyelash in your eye. don’t tell me… you were expecting something else?”

you almost pushed him away out of sheer embarassment, slightly ashamed that you were expecting something else from him. but before you could wriggle away from his grasp, his arms wrapped itself around your figure and held you close, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

a warm sensation settled itself at the back of your neck, sending you cold shivers down your spine despite the heat it gave you. he dragged his finger down as if tracing a letter on the back of your neck — あ-い-し-て-る

what you felt were nothing more than mere strokes that you could barely make out. not when your focus was being obscured by his touch. but, to him, it was a declaration — a silent plea. a confession.

Valentwst Day 1:

Day 1 Prompt: Cupid | “Do you want to play a little game?”

Synopsis: In which Ace finds himself loving you every time. A fruitless love that he’ll write a letter to.

Start a new game?

[ >Yes No ]

Loading new game…

Error! Code: 707

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New message from ‘Ace’

Would you like to open it?

[ >Yes No ]

I wonder how long it’s been since I’ve been stuck in this never-ending loop. The same week starts over and over after something goes terribly wrong or too well — I always wondered why it was me that should bear the burden of looking after you in each timeline. It would always start the same: I’ll bump into you and that little rascal, get into trouble, and eventually turn into friends along with Deuce.

But in every timeline, it would branch off into different events after that point — as if I was just part of a prologue in a game you were playing. In every timeline, you would fall in love with one of the students in NRC, each time a different guy you end up with.

It was weird. I thought I was cursed, but I soon figured out that it wasn’t the case all along. Who would’ve thought we’d be literally a game to you? A dating sim at that! No wonder you were always running around to different people every timeline… it all finally made sense to me.

I was relieved but that only meant that in every timeline… I would have to watch you fall for someone else. I guess it would’ve been fine under normal circumstances but I guess I made things more complicated for myself.

I like you — more than you probably think or more than this game will allow me. You’ve only picked me once in your countless routes but I guess feelings die hard, huh? You picked me as your first route too… I can’t help but think of you as a little cruel for making me witness all of that with these kinds of feelings in tow.

I watched you fall in love with Deuce, I watched you save Vil from overblotting, I watched you hug Trey at the back of the dorm building, and many more. It kinda hurts each time, you know? By the time you’re reading this you must’ve reached the 'True Ending’ of the game and finished it.

But…

I’d like to ask you to play one more little game with me. Well, it’s more of a promise but think of it as a game in a program, yeah? When you grow older… I want you to find your true happiness — whether it be finding a partner, starting a family, getting your dream job, or starting a hobby… I want you to find it. And when you do, no matter how many years pass by, I want you to open this game again and play through my route one more time.

Bah! But then again, you might just think this whole message is a virus. Well, it’s worth a shot after all the efforts I went through to send this to you.

To you, behind this screen, this is my last request. That’s the secret key to my after story… Only then will you unlock the 'After Story’ I sought after.

Well, That is the end of the story. Time is running out.

A new save file cannot be opened. Restarting the game…

Until we meet again, 'Yuu’.

Cater: “Why do you guys look so sad?”

Ace: “Have a seat and we’ll tell you.”

Cater: *sits next to them on the bench*

Deuce: “This bench is freshly painted.”

Ace: “I’m quick at math.”

Jack: “What’s 95 x 32?”

Ace: “67.”

Jack: “…That’s not even close.”

Ace: “But it was quick.”

My poor cats got into trouble again

Original art, pls don’t steal. 

MC: “Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop~”

Ace: “MC.”

MC: “What?”

Ace: “That… That is a predator…”

*Ace staring in fear at MC casually rubbing Leona’s ears. Leona glaring at Ace when his comment made MC stop her rubbing*

MC: “No he’s not.”

Ace: “What are you-”

MC: “We’re blooping.”

MC: “Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop~”

Leona: *letting out a satisfied purr*

What the h-?!

Twisted wonderland EN team, I beg of you… If the Fairy gala is the next event in the coming month, pls don’t pull another bean event stunt and have this banner come right after. My F2P account won’t be able to survive that

In other news, Fairy gala is now confirmed to be my favorite event. I mean, the boys do look good in black. But when dressed in white-

And I’m so happy baby Ortho is getting an SSR card like he deserves!

Ace Relationship Headcanons

Author Note: Happy New Year! This is in celebration of Ace’s birthday. Please fill out the form at the end because I want to write these as motivation to write throughout the year for these characters as a birthday thing. I can’t remember if I tried it before but let’s try it again! Form here and I tried for no spoilers

Portgas D. Ace:

• Right off the bat, every single person on the Moby Dick wanted the two of you together. They would purposefully put you two alone or talk up the other when alone with either of you
• Marco and Izo take credit for the two of you finally getting together, well, that’s what they tell people anyway
• Look at those freckles man. He gets flustered and defensive when anyone else brings them up but when you give them attention, he gets shy and bashful
• Kiss along his freckles and you might see a small flame erupt somewhere, he just grins and brushes off your concern as he tries to discreetly put it out
• When you hold hands, you’ll notice how calloused they are and some burns that have long since healed from when he first got his devil fruit
• He runs hot so he’s like a furnace. With that being said, he will get pouty when it’s summer and you don’t want to be near him
• Bouncing off of that though, he’s the best source of comfort. He’s so warm that hugs with him are so much better
• He loves being in physical contact with you at all times. Even the smallest interaction of linking pinkies will have him grinning
• That being said, there are many times where he just puts all of his weight on you when he falls asleep, many times the Whitebeard pirates laugh at you before helping you get him off
• It’s almost like you’ve known Luffy before even meeting him with how much Ace talks about him (he tells strangers about Luffy, of course, he’s gonna info dump on his lover)
• (How do you not fall in love with Luffy after meeting him either)
• He’s a big fan of laying his head on your lap and, like a puppy will nudge at your hand until it’s in his hair (will pout and huff until you do)
• He loves grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together to give you a kiss
• Speaking of kisses, whether it was quick, silly, long, passionate, or just a brush of lips, he’s grinning at the end of it
• His other favorite spot to kiss you is your forehead. There’s just something about cupping your face and kissing your forehead that sends butterflies through hisstomach
• Even with the busy crew life of the Yonko’s ship, they are quick to evacuate an area that Ace needs for a date
• Obviously, there will be fights in relationships but Ace doesn’t like when he’s the reason you’re upset. He’s quick to offer a breather when it becomes too heated (he’s better at sensing when you’re angry and it literally becomes too hot when he’s angry)
• He knows he’s in love with you but, when he can picture no one else in his future that he wants more than you, he knows he’s in deep
• Speaking of ^, in the dead of night, he’ll hold you close and wonder out loud about your future together. He’ll get flustered if you answer him when he thought you were asleep but just grin and ask what you think
• He’s a menace though, he’ll call you all sorts of nicknames, especially in front of the crew, so he can see you blush. They were jokes at first but even the cheesiest nicknames like “sugar plum” and “honey bee” sometimes slip out without him wanting to tease you

contents: Yandere!Ace fluff with prompt 31 from the event: hugging while straddling the partner (gn!reader)

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As soon as Ace sees you, his eyes lighten. He feels like he has been carrying with the weight of the world this past couple of weeks, but now that he’s so close to having you in his arms he can’t help but instantly relax. His smirk is replaced by a genuine smile, wide and toothy as he runs towards you. You open your arms for him, letting his heat embrace you completely. He hugs you tight, and as always, he greets you with a kiss before you two can hug tightly, he lifts you over the ground for a second, his strength and height making it easy for him to do so. He straddles you a little in the air, tempted to spin you around as if you were in a romantic comedy.

— Ace! I missed you so much! I’m so happy you’re here again.

— I’m finally here, my love. I just wanted to see your beautiful face again. 

He peppers small kisses all over your face, making you giggle as he cages you with his body, trapping you in a tight grip.

— You’re squishing me, you idiot! — you giggle

— Couldn’t care less, plus, you’re super squishable so it’s your fault. 

There it is again, the smirk that makes your heart race. You hug him once again, hiding your face in his naked chest.

— I missed you so much, please don’t ever leave again.

— Don’t worry, honey. I missed you so much all of those miserable weeks, but I plan so that you and I won’t ever be apart again.

i love this man so much i want him to be real so i can kiss and love him like he deserved. Yamato you lucky motherfucker how does it feel to have had him.

ANYWAYS, hope you enjoyed this!!

have a great day/night

Day 4: Ace + The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?

After which your journey in twst has ended…

You wake up to a scroll tied with a red ribbon by your bedside. As you flatten the parchment to read, a single playing card falls out of its folds. 

Hey, you.

‘It’s been a while, right?’ Is what I’d like to say, but really it’s only been a few days since we said goodbye. Pathetic, right? I was talking so big the other day about how we’d be fine without you, but here I am writing you a letter like some princess in a tower.

It’s Ace: your buddy, your friend. Don’t go forgetting that now, alright? I’m not going to introduce myself twice.

I’m writing this because I can’t sleep, if you’re wondering. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling sappy right now… The moon in your world should look the same - do you ever glance up and wonder how it almost looks like a mirror? 

Glowing in the night like that, I wonder if it leads to somewhere else.

…it looks beautiful tonight, if you know what I mean. Obviously I’m not with you now, so I can’t see your reaction, but at the very least I’ve gotten this off my chest. I don’t even know if this letter will reach you, but if it does you’d better write me a reply back! It’s proper etiquette, or whatever it is that Riddle likes to say.

Well… I should probably stop rambling before this gets longer than it should. You’d complain if I gave you an entire essay to read, right? So for now I’ll just wish you luck, and hope that you’ll stay safe and happy wherever you are •~♡

From your one and only,

Ace Trappola

I’ll be waiting for you through the looking-glass, wherever you may be.

(There’s a dot of ink next to the heart on last paragraph, as if Ace was about to write more. It looks decorative enough though - he was always good at covering things up.)

About: Day 2 of valentwst with Ace! Using prompts Rain + “You look good in my colors.” 

Where you got caught in some bad weather while playing with the hedgehogs in Heartslabyul.

“Sheesh, did one of the Diasomnia students lose their temper or something?” You muttered, glancing out the windows as lightning flashed. The rain was thundering against the glass, and you’d just escaped said rain just a few minutes ago as you were rushed indoors by Ace.

Ace threw a towel at you, saying something about how you’d catch a cold if you stayed a mess like that. Letting out an offended huff, you made your way to his side and peeked over to see what he was searching for in his closet.

“What the– Why are you still here?!”

“What?” You looked at him like he’d grown two heads. “Where else would I go? You’re the one that dragged me to your room!”

“Just,” Ace stopped himself, turning to hastily fish out a coat and shirt and shoving them into your arms. Before you could protest otherwise, he was already pushing you back out and giving you directions to the showers. “You’ll get sick if you stay like that, and I don’t need Trey or Cater on my ass for not being hospitable or whatever.”

He quickly shut the door on you before burying his face in his hands. When he noticed that someone was still with the hedgehogs while the storm was brewing, Ace simply thought they were an idiot and was going to continue on with his day.

Then you stepped out of the roofed area and straight into the rain, and it hit him that it was his idiot out there, doing Seven knows what in the worst weather they’ve had this term.

Imagine his dumbfoundedness when the first thing you said to him was not a greeting nor a thank you, but rather a concern about a hedgehog that you spotted escaping into the wilderness. Ace almost felt his sanity slipping as you blatantly disregarded your safety and continued to search for the animal, insisting that you couldn’t leave it to fend for itself.

He found it admirable that you were such a caring person, but at times like these Ace really wished you could be more self-centered.  He’s going to age twice as fast like this – he can feel it in his bones. Finally regaining his strength, Ace picked a random set of clothes and set off to the showers himself. Seeing as he was roped into the rescue of one hedgehog, he too was drenched from the rain earlier.

A quick spell was used to dry off your clothes to prevent trekking water into the dorm, but that was far from enough to properly freshen up. Hopefully Riddle wouldn’t put up a fuss about this, seeing as it was for an animal’s sake. 

By the time he was done, Ace assumed you’d either returned to his room or was somewhere else in the dorm, seeing as the storm hadn’t let up yet. When he turned the doorknob to his room and pushed open the door, Ace was greeted by the sight of you drying your hair.

What he wasn’t mentally prepared for was seeing you in his clothes – he wasn’t paying attention to what he grabbed at first, but it seemed that it was just another version of his uniform. The blazer was pretty comfortable though, so he wasn’t too concerned about that. Rather, a ridiculous part of him was both embarrassed and proud of the sight.

Clearly, in reaction to said emotions, Ace did what came easiest – which was putting on a mask of calm as he entered and sat on the other end of his bed. 

“You know, this actually isn’t so bad.” He started talking before his brain could catch up. “You look good in my colors.”

It took him a second too late to realize exactly what he said.