#deuce x ace

[yuu-extended-yuuniverse]

What if... Yuu, Ace, and Deuce all dated...? As a little treat? 👉👈

[moxie-girl]

some of my favorite moments of Deuce being So Normal about Ace:

bonus: dont worry Ace is just as gay

[gaitosan]

♠️♥️

[strawberry-soot]

since you guys enjoyed the last one so much i decided to commit to being a grandma in the park on a sunny saturday morning. come my pidgeons, be fed!

[b0njourbeach]

[ariya-the-1st]

I HAVE DONE IT!!!

[cantagirldrawinpeace]

That was a super heterosexual cisgender interaction Deuce, great job! You’re so good at being cishet!!!!

😀👍

(The line art here is all by Boichi, who illustrated a shortened version of the Ace novel, I simply colored this panel. Originals under the cut)

[ranpd]

im kindof addicted to making these its soooooo fun ❤️

[lettucebee17]

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: When a late night talk about the Prefect leads to a potential confession aka the one where Deuce is sad, Ace is a fool in love and the night is the perfect time to talk about certain things.

Pairing: Ace Trappola x Deuce Spade

Genre: Fluff, Slight angst

TW: Slight spoilers for Diasomnia's book, Deuce being a sad boi :(

Moonlight streams in through the window, casting a soft glow over the foot of his bed as Ace watches it dully, unable to sleep. The boy has tried everything, from drinking a warm glass of milk to counting imaginary sheep, but he remains awake, eyes not yet tired and mind not ready to rest.

He listens to his roommates sleep soundly in bed, feeling particularly envious of the one who snores away without a care in the world. Silence hangs in the room like an overprotective mother, occasionally broken by a ruffle of sheets or some mumbling.

In the silence of the night, the ginger hears a frustrated sigh, a very familiar one at that. Bedsheets and blankets rustle harshly for quite some time before stopping, and Ace cannot contain his curiosity anymore. He turns, eyes falling on the bluenette who occupies the bed beside him.

Deuce sits up on the bed, slightly hunched over. His blankets pool around his waist as he runs a hand through his hair. Ace watches him grip his blue locks tightly before letting go with a sigh, dragging a hand over his face.

"Something botherin' you Deucey?" Ace asks, voice soft as it carries to the only other boy awake in the dorm. Deuce flinches at the question, turning his head towards him in surprise.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" He grimaces, careful to not speak too loudly. Ace shakes his head as he too sits up in bed, leaning forwards to continue looking Deuce in the eye.

"I couldn't sleep," he admits casually, hands busying themselves with the soft fabric of his blanket. "What's wrong?" He asks again, watching carefully as Deuce's face becomes more guarded, more... unsure.

"It's nothing," he mumbles, and Ace snorts.

"Can't be nothing if it's keeping you awake after your track team practice today. Cmon, we're friends. You can tell me if somethings bothering you."

Ace hopes that Deuce doesn't notice how he almost hesitates before calling them friends. They are friends, there is no doubt about that. They've been in far too many life-or-death situations and Ace enjoys teasing him far too much to not be friends.

(But Sevens, if it were up to him, they would be so much more than just 'friends'.)

Deuce remains silent. It isn't an awkward silence by any means, just a contemplative one, and Ace knows when to keep his mouth shut and let the other think.

"It's stupid," he says finally, turning around to look at the wall as if something truly interesting suddenly spawned over on the red wallpaper.

Ace hates the distance the other is trying to put between them. It reminds him too much of a certain Magicam obsessed upperclassman and his dynamic with their ever kind and understanding vice-housewarden. Ace hates emotional walls being put up.

Luckily, he has all the grace and shamelessness of a wrecking ball when it comes to such walls.

A shiver runs up his spine as he places his bare feet on the cold floor, quickly making his way over to Deuce's bed. He earns an incredulous look for his troubles, which he ignores as he wraps his blanket around his shoulders like a cape and asks, "What's up Deuce?"

After some thinking, he adds, "Look, I may not be as perceptive or helpful as the Prefect, but I'm still a good listener, you know. You can talk to me." A lazy smirk tugs on his lips as he leans backs on his elbows, lounging on the bed as though it's his. "I'll be extra nice this time, and I won't tell anything about whatever you tell me tonight to anyone. I promise."

"Go back to bed Ace."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Seriously..." Deuce lets out a long-suffering sigh, leaning his head back against the headboard.

"I'm thinking about the Prefect, okay?"

Ace blinks, a feeling of dread swirling in his stomach as he asks, "What about them? You got a crush on 'em or something?"

Deuce's cheeks color red at his words. "No–!" He yells out, slapping a hand on his mouth immediately afterwards. Both the boys still for a few moments, holding their breaths as they check if Deuce's loud refusal woke anyone else.

Once they feel like they are in the clear, Deuce lets his hand fall to his side, sheepishly continuing, "I don't have a crush on them."

Relief makes its way to Ace's chest and warms him as he sits up straighter. He nudges the other with his foot. "Then what kind of thoughts about them are keeping you up?"

"I..." the slightly lost and nervous look returns to Deuce's face. "Well... it's about their mirror... and that Mickey dude..."

Ace nods slowly as he speaks. "What about it?"

"I just..." Frustration has the blue-haired boy looking down, hands balling into fists. "We might have found a way to get them home. And I want to help them get home but... I don't want them to go either."

Ace tilts his head, wordlessly telling him to keep talking.

"I.. they were the first person to believe in me, that I could do something. Be something. And they've been such a huge help, not just to me but to everyone else. And I just.... I feel like we haven't done anything to repay them, to deserve their kindness," Deuce spills, shuddering as the heavy truth he had been mulling over the entire day now lays bare in front of Ace.

Warm hands find his and Deuce flinches, looking up at Ace with surprise in his eyes. Ace keeps his gaze down at their intertwined hands, subconsciously rubbing his thumb over the other's in a soothing manner.

"You know they don't think of their kindness as something to be repaid," he reminds the older freshman. The cover of night and absence of lights disguises the heavy blush that sets on his cheeks.

Deuce frowns, "That doesn't mean we continue to take advantage of them," he argues.

"You're right. But there's only so much you or I can do to keep them safe and sound. And what about when we aren't there? You remember Jamil senpai's overblot, right?" Ace's voice is uncharacteristically soft and kind. Deuce deflates at his words, listening to him silently.

"All we can do is try to be there for them. And if there is a way to possibly send them home, find it and help them get home," Ace says, hoping to employ some of Trey's big brotherly vibes.

"Doesn't mean I have to feel happy about it," Deuce mumbles, and Ace smiles in fond amusement. "It doesn't," he agrees, moving slightly to sit right next to the other, "but if it's any help, you can always talk to me about this. Out of all our friends, I think I'd be able to understand you the best."

Deuce lets out a tired sigh, placing his head on Ace's shoulder and making the redhead freeze out of surprise. "I guess."

After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "When did you start giving good advice?"

Ace pouts in mock indignation. "Excuse you, I always give good advice."

"Not without a heavy layer of snark."

"I– Maybe... But that's my way of showing love and concern!"

A sleepy chuckle leaves the blue haired boy. "Mm, sure, I love you too," he says, voice tinged with tiredness. He doesn't feel how Ace sucks in a harsh breath, turning his head so fast he almost gave himself a whiplash to stare incredulously at him. Deuce doesn't hear the soft "What the fuck" that falls from Ace's lips as sleep takes over.

Silence takes hold of the room again, the moon and stars watching as a boy panics in his crush's bed about potentially being confessed to.

[data-dork]

hello twst community. i have not finished the main story but regardless i am tossing this at your feet <3

[taiyou-hibiscus]

Ace : Bad news—Saber locked themself outside of their own house.

Ace : Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.

Ace : Bad news—Saber finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies.

Ace : Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it.

Ace : Bad news—it was Deuce, and since he's already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, he'll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. He know.

[humbletumblecrudi]

Ace Trappola × Male!Yuu!Reader × Deuce Spade [ADeuce/Yuu]

Info On Reader: Reader is intended Masc, and uses he/him/they/them. Reader is intended to be a Yuu of some kind, but I don't use the "Yuu" name here. Reader has no determined features except they are masculine presenting, so all Yuu's (Masc/Trans Masc/NB Masc) can read this. Grim and Reader have a good relationship in this writing.

Warning(s): Nothing in the fic. | Fujoshi's DNI | Fem Aligned Individuals can read if they have a Masc MC/Yuu. | Silent Readers & Blank Blogs DNI

Timeline: Ambiguous, but it's at least during Chapter 5. Nobody is known to have any animosity in this writing.

Ace and Deuce are as close as two could ever be, and yet they are as fiery as any Savanaclaw members could ever be when together. The brazen Ace Trappola can get on the nerves of the spitfire Deuce Spade any day at any time, but you can see the rivalry from day one.

Ace, at first, claims he's always so discourteous because Deuce was just some goody-goody who can't let loose. Deuce, at first, claims he's always so mistrustful of Ace because he's far too loud and flippant. Still, even after all this time, they still claim this while eating together at breakfast... lunch... dinner... Unbirthday Parties...

It's obvious to some they have feelings for each other like Trey or Cater, but some are caught by surprise when they are a known couple... like Riddle. It's mostly a shock to everyone, simply because of predetermined thoughts of monogamy, when Deuce first calls you a romantic nickname for the first time.

It sends a shock through anyone who's listening, but thankfully Deuce isn't the type to say anything without you there. You can see everyone's faces go between perplexed, shocked, and stupefied. This was an ice breaker for them, and you know that Deuce was just as nervous as you were while letting it slip when discussing your relationship with Deuce's upperclassmen.

With Ace also later backing you up (he had to go to a tutoring session) it didn't take long for other's to understand your all dating. Nothing wrong with that, and basically the only thing Riddle might slap your wrist for is PDA in the halls.

If your the rambunctious and flirty type, you most definitely have been yelled at for PDA in the halls at least once. So you know at least Riddle gives you no special treatment after his Overblot, even if he's a lot nicer. You might be collared (even with/without magic) if you do it more then twice to either of them, though.

Visiting Ace during basketball club hours can see you getting teased by Floyd as you come in the double doors first thing. "Crabbie, your boyfriend is here~!" If Deuce comes in after at anytime, Floyd will chuckle evilly as he jokes more. He'll repeat, "Crabbie, your [other] boyfriend is here~!" Jamil, if he sees you or Deuce first, just pauses practice unless their already on the field. Practice first, break later.

You and Ace joining Deuce for his club activity it far less eventful as Jack is already apart of your friend group and is generally pretty calm about most things. Seeing you both in the stands, Deuce will send a wave and Jack a nod as they continue practice. Afterwards, Deuce will lean on the bleachers to look up at you and Ace, and he'd willingly take slight teases that he needs a shower ASAP from Ace.

"Henchmen, you'll not kick me out of our room for those two chumps, right?!" Grim will ask one day as the other two plan to stay the night. You'll have to assure him that it's your room (plural), a joint room. "Good! Good... ! But if Trappola pulls that dumb line of sharing a bed again, I'll kick him out myself!"

Definitely, if you can cook for yourself, they'd buy a bit of groceries for you whenever they can. They know you get food from the store and/or the cafeteria, but sometimes they want to pitch in just to help. It's never much because they're freshman that probably would save money for future expenses... but if you want anything specific after your shop run, they'll buy it for a dinner date.

They will be around Ramshackle more often for more then just study dates and the occasional dinner dates, and you can bet that Deuce gets you and Ace on a Blastcycle before long to go the the beach. He tells you both this is his "vent" spot, and now, you all can share these memories here together. Overall, it's fun, as long as you don't get caught by Crowley.

Reblogs > Likes, please reblog something during your stay. Requests are open!

[milfhandholder]

"I wouldn't marry "Stfu don't tell me

me either" what to do"

[spadeuce]

Twisted Wonderland incorrect #2

Trey: Are you in love with Deuce?

Ace, sweating: ...no

Trey: Then why do you draw hearts with "A+D" written into them all the time?

Ace, sweating even more: It stands for AC/DC

[moxie-girl]

the eepies...

this is loosely inspired by freckledshoulderblades's adorable fic, can't fight this feeling, which you should all go read it's v cute!