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aa i wrote this ages ago and realized i never posted it anywhere! i was playing halo jake and there was this adorable baby ace rando on the team, and i had so much feels i word vomited this after the match. not one of my best but i’ll take every opportunity to get some more rarepairs out there!

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Jake X Ace: Just another trial fic

Jake stares at the pre-trial campfire, bored out of his mind, trying to choose between burning an escape cake or anniversary cake. The other two are waiting impatiently for a fourth survivor to join, Nea's sneaker restlessly tapping against the ground.

“Finally,” Bill grumbles and Jake lifts his head and sees… oh no. “Hey team! Good luck!” Ace cheers, a charming grin on his face as he quickly grabs a med-kit before they begin fading into a trial.

Jake's heart starts beating faster and he slaps on the ghastly gateau and quickly replaces Iron Will with Borrowed Time, forgoing his usual selfish ways for something that will benefit Ace—err, the team.

Jake spawns into the trial on Haddonfield and tries to quell his disappointment upon noticing he’s alone. He sees a totem and decides he might as well cleanse it since he's running one of Nancy’s perk that will allow for a quick heal later.

Not even five seconds after the bones from the totem clatter to the ground, Jake hears a monstrous screech from somewhere on the other side of the street. Looks like the killer already found someone—shit, please don't let it be Ace.

Jake sprints into the nearest house and gets to work on the generator upstairs, much more motivated to make himself useful after knowing the killer is in a chase. Bill joins him, walking up the stairs cautiously.

“Looks like we're facing the Nurse, son,” the veteran grumbles. “It sounded like the Demogorgon to me,” Jake counters. He's sure it's a Demo, the old geezer should really get his ears checked. “I heard the screech. It's a nurse,” Bill argues. “Whatever,” Jake says, not wanting to start an argument. There's another screech, then a squeal as the creature gets stunned. Bill frowns. “Never mind, Demogorgon it is,” Bill grumbles. Jake doesn't take any comfort in being right, worry spreading through him as with Bill here, there's a 50/50 chance that Ace is the one being chased.

They finish the generator and Jake takes off in a sprint towards the middle of the map, Bill grumbling something about being careful. Jake hears the heartbeat get louder. He rounds a corner, and comes face to face—maw?—with the killer.

“AAGH!” Jake screams from the pain of the killer's sharp claws connecting with his shoulder, taking off into a corner of the map away from any generators.

He manages to run the killer on the fences long enough for another gen to pop, but then he's hit through a window with the killer's charge attack and hoisted up on a hook.

He sees the auras of his teammates: Bill is on a generator, Nea is searching a chest, and Ace is cleansing a totem. His heart drops a little; nobody is making a move to come get him. After a moment, Bill abandons the generator and starts sprint bursting towards him, probably running his usual perks of Kindred and Borrowed Time. Unfortunately, Bill doesn't even get halfway before he apparently runs into the killer, his pained scream echoing through the trial as he starts running the opposite way with a slight limp.

The sound makes Nea and Ace perk up, and they both start making their way to the hook. Nea pauses, nearing where Bill is getting chased, apparently spooked by the terror radius. Luckily Ace doesn’t hesitate, making a beeline to Jake's hook even as the heartbeat gets louder and Jake's Spine Chill goes off.

“In a pickle, huh?” Ace grins. “Please have Borrowed Time,” Jake grumbles.

He's pulled off the hook and feels the endurance from the perk kick in just before the killer rounds the corner and is right by them.

“Over here, you overgrown fetus!” Ace taunts, running to a pallet between Jake and the killer. The Demogorgon looks Ace's way, and all sense of self-preservation leaves Jake as he runs right at the killer, taking the hit meant for Ace. He screams at the sharp pain, but he's still on his feet and makes good distance from the adrenaline. He senses the killer looking in his direction, a chill running up his spine, before he hears the shriek of the creature being pallet stunned followed by some Spanish expletives. Jake stops to mend his wounds while Ace takes the chase, before going into a nearby locker to heal.

Before he's even fully healed inside the relative safety of the rickety doors, Ace is up on the same hook as he was before, having been forced to loop a bad area because of Jake's dumb mistake.

Jake doesn't even realize another generator is popping when he stumbles out of the locker, running straight at the hook. He gets a familiar uncanny feeling in the back of his mind, signaling the obsession, Bill, is being chased.

He reaches the hook and there's thankfully still no heartbeat.

“My angel,” Ace grins through the pain as Jake pulls him off of the hook. Jake's breath hitches at the compliment, before he remembers he's wearing the anniversary halo. He tries not to let disappointment show on his face, but then Ace is disappointing him further by walking away.

“Let me heal you,” Jake whispers. “Ace!” he hisses. His Spine Chill isn't even flickering on, and Bill is still being chased. Ace looks over his shoulder and grins, not slowing down, so Jake sighs dejectedly and follows the infuriating man.

Ace stops at the end of the street behind some obstacles to let Jake heal him. Jake still doesn't agree to this plan; sure, it's not in the open like the hook, but it’s closer to where Bill is running the killer. They spot Bill making his way to one of the nearby houses with the killer hot on his heels, and Ace tenses under Jake's touch. Jake pauses and positions himself on the other side of Ace, ready to take a hit (or ten) for the man if the killer somehow hears them healing.

When Ace is successfully patched up, Jake tilts his head back in the direction of the hook and unstarted generator next to it. Ace sighs and nods, obediently following behind him.

And then he stops to cleanse a dull totem.

“Ace,” Jake hisses, but the man pretends not to hear. Jake rolls his eyes and gets to work on the objective alone.

Bill eventually gets hooked and Jake is next, the killer bee-lining to his generator and managing to miss Ace completely because of him ducking down after cleansing the totem. What a lucky son of a bitch, Jake smirks fondly even while struggling against the Entity’s claws on a hook.

This time, both Nea and Ace are running to him as Bill finishes the second to last gen, and Nea beats the gambler to the hook while the heartbeat gets louder and Jake’s spine is chillier than a fucking snow storm. Ace stops in his tracks to give Nea a pointed stare, an eyebrow quirking up.

“I have We'll Make It!” the tag artist protests. “I have BT,” Ace counters, looking around for where the killer is coming, ready to take a hit. “Move your asses!” Jake exclaims, pushing through the pair and into the house to find a locker to heal or use Decisive if the killer goes for him.

Nea ends up taking a hit, Jake can hear her scream behind him and he runs to the second story of the house. Shit, there's no lockers upstairs! He hears Nea's cries of pain and the heartbeat is incredibly loud as she runs through the house and starts looping the car in front of it. Jake camps the upstairs window for a while, but when the killer isn't leaving Nea, he decides he needs to GTFO and leave the house to her. He walks out onto the roof of the house and drops down in the back yard—

—And proceeds to land less than a foot from Ace, hiding in the bushes, his arm bumping against the other's back during his fall.

“Holy shit!” “Fuck!” “You scared the shit out of me!” Ace says, hand on his chest.

Nea goes down in front of the house and Jake makes his way to a locker he spots right inside the doorway.

“Jake? What are you—” Ace starts, hovering in the doorway before ducking down as Nea gets hooked nearby.

The killer patrols the house, but Jake has already healed inside the locker. He just needs to wait for the killer to give up searching—

Suddenly, the killer yanks the lockers open and Jake nearly shits his pants. Ace appears back in the doorway, sprinting to him with a panicked expression, and upon seeing the man so worried for him Jake almost drops the shiv he's planning to embed in the killer's back.

Almost.

The killer shrieks from the stab, dropping Jake on the ground. He runs to the hook to save Nea, the impatient girl apparently having tried to unhook herself, the Entity’s claws already descending on her. Bill beats him to it, but even with both of them there, there’s no way they’re going to have enough time to heal her. Ace screams from inside the house, having taken a hit for them. They're all injured and scatter in different directions, and the killer, furious, decides to tunnel Nea.

Jake loses track of Bill and Ace, but a generator gets completed, Bill apparently having left one near-finished for a situation like this. Jake glances over and spots Nea running into one of the houses. Surely, she can keep the killer busy for just a little while longer.

Jake finds Bill already on an exit, coughing up blood from his injuries while still fearlessly pressuring the gate.

“What the hell's going on over there?" Bill chastises.

“Nea needs help,” Jake merely offers in explanation.

Bill heals him and shouts a “GO!” when Jake tries to return the favor. Jake sprints back into the map, hoping to find the woman.

And then he hears her go down. The killer isn’t picking her up, instead Jake hears it break a couple of pallets. When he finds Nea, she's recovering on the ground and the killer is standing right on top of her, waiting out Decisive, not eager to take another stab in the back. Jake gets seen on purpose, running right into the open, and the killer opens its maw in a threat but doesn't chase him. Jake bites his lip in frustration. Nea has started crawling, the unspoken code for only needing one last push from someone to get back on her feet. If only he could get to her—

Out of the corner of his eye, Jake sees Ace making his way over from the side. He glances at the other without turning his head, not wanting to make it obvious since Ace hasn’t been spotted yet.

When Ace nods in acknowledgement, Jake runs closer to the killer, doing a couple of circles for good measure. The killer hisses, and actually gets away from Nea to chase him. He leads the killer across the street, taking a clawed swing to the back for his troubles, while Ace runs in. The killer immediately turns around after landing the hit, but Ace should have more than enough time—

“Estúpida—why haven't you recovered!?” he hears Ace curse. Fuck. He runs back to Bill to get healed, hearing the killer lunge at Ace. There's no scream to signal a hit, and right after Nea is lifted off the ground and sacrificed on hook.

“Motherfucker,” Bill summarizes his thoughts and finally accepts healing.

Jake is worried for Ace. The man is at full health and surely has the other exit prepped, but Jake can hear the Demogorgon trying to lunge at him.

“Let's go, kid,” Bill commands, opening the exit, but Jake isn't moving, still looking into the trial worriedly. Bill huffs in annoyance and leaves.

Jake waits for the sound of the hatch opening, signaling he's alone in the trial, before exiting.

“Good work, everyone!” Ace greets them when they group together at the foggy path leading from trial to campfire. “Well, except for Nea. Crazy girl.” “Could’a saved her if she’d just recovered,” Bill grumbles.

Jake may be a horrible human being, but he doesn't really care about Nea right now. He's actually kind of mad at her for putting Ace in danger with her petty stunt.

“You did good, ángel,” Ace addresses him with a smile. “That my nickname now?” Jake asks, amusement in his voice as he adjusts the halo. “Jesus, get a fucking room," Bill snarks, rolling his eyes. Jake tenses and Ace raises an eyebrow at the veteran. “I got chased for several minutes and did three gens by myself while you two were busy fondling each other around hook.”

Ace blinks, he can see it through the sunglasses, confusion on his features. Meanwhile Jake merely glares at Bill, trying to warn him to shut the fuck up before he scares Ace away—

“So just fuck already, get it out of your systems so you’re not a liability in trials,” Bill, to Jake's mortification, finishes, lighting a cigarette in annoyance. He starts power-walking ahead of them, taking long puffs off the cig.

Jake sighs and turns to Ace, but falters upon seeing a delightful flush on the man's face as he adjusts his sunglasses, looking away from Jake.

“Well, that old geezer sure has interesting opinions on the events that unfolded,” Ace offers with a shaky smile. He's nervous, Jake realizes. “He's not wrong,” Jake blurts. Ace turns to him, looking at him in surprise. “I can't focus on the trial when you're there.”

Ace's mouth opens and then closes, and then he clears his throat.

“I'm not usually this… self-sacrificing, with the others, either,” Ace settles on.

Jake stares at Ace's face, into his eyes that he knows are looking up at him through the shades. At some point, they've stopped walking, just standing in the emptiness together. Waiting.

“I wanna kiss you,” Jake says. He doesn't mean to think out loud, but when Ace's mouth quirks up into a smile, a real smile, he can't help but copy the action. He doesn't know which of them closes the distance first, all he knows is he has this arrogant and snarky and wonderful man in his arms that's kissing him with months—years?—worth of pent-up emotions. Fuck, why didn't he do this sooner?

He runs a hand through Ace's hair, dislodging the baseball cap, while Ace's hand cups his cheek and the other grabs the collar of his jacket. Jake wraps an arm around Ace's waist, pulling him closer, and the man moans into the kiss and parts his lips. Jake wastes no time deepening the kiss, licking into Ace's mouth and groaning as their tongues tangle together. Shit, maybe Bill was right, maybe they should just fuck—

“AHEM,” a loud clearing of a throat snaps Jake out of it, and they're both pulling apart and gasping for air. God, Ace looks good when he's breathless and flushed and his lips glisten wetly—

Ace looks to the side and his mouth opens in shock. Jake follows his gaze and freezes; they're in the middle of camp, and the rest of the survivors are staring at them.

“Sorry for interrupting,” Jane says. “But maybe this isn't the place.” “I, uh, see, we—err,” Ace flounders. Jake couldn't really care less about what the others think, but he glances around for shits and giggles while Ace tries to come up with an explanation to Jane.

Dwight, predictably, has gone beet red, and Claudette's not faring much better. Meg's face is scrunched up in confusion, while Nea merely rolls her eyes.

“What the fuck,” Jake hears Yui mutter and whips around to glare at her. “Told ya," Bill says around his cigarette.

Meanwhile, Feng has started making exaggerated gagging noises.

“Nobody forced you to watch," Jake deadpans, rolling his eyes as he starts walking out of the camp. “You coming?” he offers to Ace.

The man jumps a little from surprise, glancing around at the others. Some are clearly holding back snickers.

“Uh, sure!” Ace apparently makes up his mind, trailing after him, and now at least David definitely chuckles.

Jake grabs Ace's hand, to which the other looks up at him and blushes, and Jake offers him an encouraging smile before throwing the finger over his shoulder at David and the others, which earns him a proud guffaw from Bill.

“Well, at least now we know what happens if one lingers after the trial,” Ace quips when they’re out of earshot from the camp. Jake hums in agreement, a little annoyed at having been teleported into the middle of camp and cutting their make-out session short. “Jake, uh… you’re still holding my hand,” Ace nervously jokes.

“Yup,” Jake says, popping the p and squeezing Ace’s hand for good measure.

He looks around the vaguely familiar forest; he could have sworn it was somewhere around here…

“Just… letting you know,” Ace mumbles with a small grin, not making any move to dislodge his hand from Jake’s, obediently following his lead. Jake finally spots the scenery he was looking for, reluctantly letting Ace’s hand fall from his as he pushes through the last of the shrubbery and holds some branches out of the way for Ace to follow.

“Oh… wow,” Ace comments, taking in the large oak tree, its low-hanging branches making for the perfect illusion of privacy. He follows Jake into the middle of it, the moonlight flowing through the leaves and the grass rustling against their shoes as they walk. “Nice find.”

“Thanks,” Jake comments and flops down to lay in the soft grass, adjusting his halo to not dig into the back of his head while staring up at the majestic tree. Ace hesitates for a heartbeat, before sitting down next to him. The gambler grimaces a little bit, probably due to the dampness seeping into his clothes from the grass. Jake has learned not to care, since it’s not like they ever get cold in the realm.

“So… what do you want to do?” Ace asks after a moments silence, adjusting and re-adjusting the cuffs of his jacket nervously.

“I was hoping to pick up where we left off,” Jake admits, looking up at Ace’s curious face, and doesn’t miss the twitch in the corner of the other’s lips at the confession. “But we can just hang out too.”

Ace clears his throat, before reaching to remove his sunglasses, neatly folding them and placing them to the side. “I vote option A,” he says, no longer able to resist the smirk tugging at his lips.

Jake responds with a grin of his own, leaning up while Ace bends down, meeting him in the middle as their lips find each other again.

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