#Ace trappola birthday day bash 2024

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Ace Trappola Birthday Bash Day 2024 Day 1: Brothers

Summary: An observation of Ace' birthdays from when he is a young child with all his brothers love vs when he is at NRC where he no longer has that stability

Notes: ACE TRAPPOLA BIRTHDAY BASH WEEK!! ARE YA'LL EXCITED FOR IT????? 7 whole days with Ace related content and food, i hope ya'll will eat good.

In an ordinary town, with ordinary people, there was an ordinary house that housed unordinary people. These people were the Trappola’s. The Trappola’s were made up of the grandmother, the mother, the father and two boys, Jack and Ace trappola.  

The grandmother was a sweet old woman, with a penchant for old magical items, a reminder of her childhood and youth, The mother was a lawyer, who had very little magic and tended to priorities work. The father was a man with not magic, however with all the wonder and imagination of a man with. Then there where the boys. There was the older brother Jack, who was as loud and boisterous as the sun, always with a quick quip and a friendly hand, but don’t let that fool you, the boy was could be as devilish as they came. He took after his father in the terms of card tricks and fun, however was blessed with more magic than his mother, grandmother and father all combined.  

Then there was little Ace. He wasn't always little Ace. He used to be Alice. However, one too many ripped dresses and tights, fights to get his hair done like a princess and a tearful confession that he wanted to be a boy changed that. Now little Alice as little Ace and anyone who tried to say otherwise was pummeled within an inch of their life by his big brother! 

Little Ace could switch from being the smartest in the room, to the biggest troublemaker and idiot ever. He could change from being a show off to hating the attention just as quick. He could be quiet or he could quiet, he could be mean or he could be nice. He was a spectrum that his older brother absolutely adored. 

And that’s why his older brother was above Ace’s bed, getting ready to wake the sleeping boy up for his birthday. 

“Hey, Acey, wake up.” whispered a deep voice from within the still sleeping child. He shook him gently and excitement bloomed into him when he could see Ace slowly start to wake up. The younger groggily brought his small fist to his cherry red eyes and sleepily whipped at them.  

“Big brother.” he sleepily let out. “What are you doing here?” he asked slowly getting up, not rubbing the other eye to get the sleep out. Jack waited for Ace to stop rubbing his eye, waiting so he could also admire just how cute Ace looked when he woke up and was still slightly sleepy. His hair, so fine and softs like a kitten’s fur was in the cutest bedhead that Jack had ever seen. His cheeks were so cute and chubby with baby fat, all flushed and squeezable. His sleep shirt, which was just one of Jack’s shirts that he had stolen, hung loose around his small frame, showed off a pale shoulder. Ace bit his lip from teasing Ace about being so cute knowing how sensitive Ace can get if he gets bullied too much. 

“It’s your birthday, Ace.” Jack reminded his little brother, cupping a pale cheek in his hands, admiring the softness in his hands and wishing he could stay like that forever. His baby brother, always so cute and precious “We have to go downstairs!” truthfully, no one else was awakened yet but he wanted to give Ace his gift before he went to Night Raven College next year, He would be gone for almost the entire yeah and would be leaving his precious older brother all alone, so he would like to gift him something to always stay with him. 

“For the presents!” Ace was sounding more awake, more excited. Jack could see the way his eyes sparkled in wonder, could see how his fists clenched up in happiness and the way he was shaking in excitement to get his presents and to have attention ravished onto him today. 

“Not just presents!” Jack laughed as he picked Ace up and twirled him around before Ace wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist and wrapped his arms around his neck. In this angle, Ace was above Jack. “There’s also cake, the songs and everything else, cherry.” he made his way downstairs with his little brother in his arms, warmth spreading around him as Ace hugged him excitedly 

 “I can't wait big brother!” Ace told him as they made their way downstairs, Jack making sure to take the stairs carefully so he doesn’t accidentally mess up and drop his precious brother on the ground 

“I know, cherry, that’s why I got you a secret gift.” he whispered in conspiracy in Ace’s brother, delighting in the confusion in Ace’s face. 

“Secret gift?” he asked cutely, tilting his head. “Why is it secret?” he asked his brother as they finally made their way downstairs, Jack guiding them to the living room so he could pull out his gift from the table. 

(He had snuck in downstairs earlier to put it there, making sure that their parents had had a nice deep sleep. Made sure to not open the curtains in Ace’s room or show him his clock. It was just brother time for the two of them now. And no one is going to take that from him,) 

“Here it is, cherry.” he gently placed Ace down and took the box from the table and handed it to him reverently. “I hope you like it, big brother spent ages picking it out.” He truthfully had. Spending so long going through his grandmothers notes about this device, finding the device and then...convincing the guy to give him the device at a discount had all been hard work! He hopes that Ace could appreciate it. 

When Ace opened his gift, it was a necklace. Immediately he looked at his big brother with tears in his eyes and angrily said, “Big brother you know I hate jewelry! I’m not a girl! Why!” 

The necklace chain was a beautiful all on its own. It seemed to weave itself into little heart shapes, all the way round itself, with little ruby gemstones in between each heart. Then, came the main jewel. It was a sapphire that had little red rubies and garnets encrusted around it. The sapphire itself was also shaped like a heart, with necklace chain surrounding the heart. Oh, it was gorgeous,  

‘And it would look stunning on him.’ 

Jack took a moment to appreciate how cute his little brother looked when he was upset and angry. How his eyes waters yet he still glared. How his cheeks flushed in frustration, how his hands clenched, and how his body tensed, as if in preparation for a fight. He looked like Twisted Wonderland cutest little cat! 

“Oh, Ace-chan!” He cooed, as he gathered hir brother in his arms, ignoring how he was trying to push him off. “Jewelry isn’t just for girls! Also, this is to help you and big brother always stay together, no matter what!” he said, as he unclasped the necklace and pit it on Ace. Ace still looked put out but instead started to inspect the necklace. Jack could see his little cherries resolve start to waver and he wasn’t chocked when his brother looked back at him, this time pouting. 

“Fine! But no more jewelry!” He waged a finger at him and Jack resisted the urge to kiss it. “But how does it keep us connected?” he asked curiously, tilting his head. 

“This can let me know if you ever need me or I need you. It can make sure that I always have my eyes on you and that we can always feel one another wherever we go.” Jack made a big show, spreading his arms wide and trying to make the whole thing sound mysterious. It was working, evident by the way that Ace seemed to hand onto every word that Jack said. He seemed to be amazed by the magic properties of the necklace, clutching onto it tightly, almost as if expecting someone to steal it from him. Which they probably would, too bad it would disintegrate them if they tried. 

“Big brother will always be with me?” Ace asked in wonder, marveling at the idea of his big brother always protecting him at his young age. 

“Of course, I will! Big brother will always come and save you!” Jack reassured, gathering Ace in his arms and giving into the pleasure of kissing Ace on the cheek, enchanted by how beautiful Ace’s giggle was. 

“Big brother! I’m too old!” he squirmed but didn’t try to properly escape. 

“And you’ll always be mine. No one else could compare to you” refuted Jack, his arms tightening possessively around the boy. 

If Ace noticed the change the strength in the way he was held, he didn’t mention. He merely, rolled his eyes and giggled something about ‘silly big brothers’ whilst also wrapping his arms around his brother. 

That’s how their parents found them, curled up in each other's embrace. The parents looked at each other and smiled at the cute sight whilst the grandmother stared worriedly. She could only hope that Ace would stay safe. Away from danger. Away from harm. Even from family and those meant to protect him. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Ace huffed as he scrolled through his social media, irritated that not a single person from his family had bothered to call him yet. So, what if it was the day before his birthday? Call him! 

He huffed and switched to his brother's profile. 

Oh, his brother. Oh, his sweet, sweet, FAKE big brother. 

“I’ll always be here for you, Ace.” liar. liar. liar. liar. liar. liar. liar. liar. Liar. 

‘So why weren’t you there when my housewarden almost killed me. Why weren’t you there when my headmaster sent me into a cave with a blot monster? Why weren't you there when someone tried to enslave me? Why weren’t you there for anything!’ ace thought angrily, trying his hardest not to let the tears spill as he swiped through his brother's profile, pictures of him looking oh so happy in his new life, away from Ace.  

His big brother had left him as soon as he could, only stopping by for brief, fake niceties before going to his parents, ignoring Ace and the promises he had made to him.  

His grandmother had always tried to cheer him up. Saying how maybe the separation can do them both well. How it could be beneficial to them. What did she know? What could she possibly know. 

And the biggest lie his brother had ever told him? 

That he would always be his. And that no one else could compare. 

“How does she compare?” muttered Ace angrily to himself, mindful of his volume as to not awake his roommates. 

He was talking about his brother's new girlfriend. She was a plain, if a little ugly, looking brunette. She had thin lips that honestly looked like she had swallowed a lemon. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, almost leaping out of the socket. Ace had no idea what he saw in her and how she managed to compare to Ace. 

Ace looked at the top of his phone and saw how close might was. Only a minute left. Maybe his brother would post something sappy about them? Maybe he would magically have the gift delivered? Or maybe he would call him! 

Ace counted down the seconds until midnight, until he would become older, to see what his big brother would do for him. Do for them. 

00:00:00 23rd September. The clock struck midnight and when Ace refreshed his brothers page all hope died within those few precious seconds. 

His brother had posted a picture of him and his girlfriend together, arms around one another, smiled wide, with the caption saying “Always mine, nothing can compare.” 

Ace stared at the for a few more moments. Maybe it was masochism that made him stare at the picture more. Maybe it was simply so he could give himself the opportunity to gather his thoughts. But every time he looked at that picture- at that caption, he felt lost and confused, scared and angry, tearful and regretful. 

‘Two can play that game,’ thought ace viciously as he took out his necklace from underneath his hoodie. He had kept it, even after all these years, after every lie, every missed promised, every cold shoulder. 

He cast an illusion spell to make the necklace look as if it was broken, as broken as their bond, and took a picture. His hands shook as he typed out his caption before posting it, closing his phone and placing it back on charge. He could see the phone cover that his brother had brought him before. How when he had found about Ace wanting to apply for a basketball team, he had actually bothered to buy him something related to that.  

He would have to switch out his phone case soon. 

He looked back at the necklace and put it back on, hiding it behind his hoodie again. No matter how angry or betrayed with his brother, he could never break it. Lie about breaking it, sure? 

After all, every lie needs to have a little truth in it somewhere, doesn’t it?