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your-honor-im-zesty · 16 days

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April Fools' Prank

"It was all her idea! Honest, Chiron!"

Annabeth arched her eyebrows as the centaur turned towards her, frowning. She schooled her face into an expression of bemusement and annoyance. "I have no idea what he's talking about," she lied, her heart hammering against her chest. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm...

Behind Chiron, Cecil Markowitz looked enraged. "Liar!" he cried. Oh, he was one to talk, the little shit. He probably ate lies for breakfast.

Chiron sighed and thumbed his temples- that seemed to be becoming a regular occurrence as of late. Poor Chiron. She felt a hint of remorse. He was getting far too old for this. "Annabeth," he said wearily. "You may leave."

"What?" Cecil's voice went up an octave- Annabeth internally grinned. "Yes, sir," she replied, and as the centaur turned around, she flashed a wink at Cecil, who looked downright outraged. Oh, the look on his face- she wished she had a camera to capture the moment and laugh about it later.

As she left the room, she could hear him protesting, "That's not fair! You can't seriously be letting her off scott-free!"

She heard Chiron respond something along the lines of "she's our most responsible camper" which made her snort. "Responsible camper". The hell she was. She was just as impulsive and reckless as the next person- she just hid it better, while everyone else went around waving it in Chiron's face.

Outside the Big House, the weather reflected Annabeth's mood- sunny and pleasant. It was the first day this week without a storm- Zeus must've calmed down at last. She had hardly walked a few feet down the stairs when a voice hissed, "Psst! Chase!"

Almost instinctively, her hand siezed the dagger strapped to her side- she raised it, wielding it just the way Luke had taught her. Fingers wrapped around the hilt, strong; angled a little to the side, to allow flexibility. She scrutinized her surroundings, but there was no one else around.

"Chill out, girl! It's just me!"

Connor Stoll popped up from a nearby bush, nearly scaring the living daylights out of her. "Immortales," she hissed, jumping a little. She lowered her dagger warily. What on Earth was he doing, hiding in a bush?

Connor appeared perfectly unabashed by her surprise; he'd always had a talent for sneaking up behind people for his own amusement. Annabeth could name at least four different occasions off the top of her head. "How'd it go? Did he catch you?" he asked, in a voice too loud for her comfort.

Scowling, she beckoned him closer. "Keep it down." She glanced around for any potential eavesdroppers, then leaned in. "No. But your brother's a snitch."

Connor cursed in a colorful mixture of English and Ancient Greek. Travis had taught him all the swear words in existence, growing up. "He swore he wouldn't tell!"

"He got cold feet once Chiron mentioned the possibility of stable duty." Which was understandable, she supposed. But still.

Connor wrinkled his nose- if there was one thing he hated, Annabeth knew, it was betrayals, however small or big. Ironic for the son of the god of thieves. "I'll talk to him," he promised. "Everyone in the Hermes cabin knows to say mum about our deal."

Annabeth was pretty sure that wasn't the case, given that half the Hermes cabin was filled with big mouths and gossips (not nearly as bad as the Demeter kids, though) but instead of voicing her opinion, she held out her hand expectantly. "Speaking of our deal- you need to hold up your end of the bargain."

Connor obliged, hand fishing in his pockets. It resurfaced with a few golden coins- drachmas. He placed them in her palm. "Good working with you, Chase." His next words held a hint of apprehension. "We'll keep this up next year?"

"Of course," she said, surprised. They'd been doing this for years- using Annabeth's intellect to execute an annual April Fools' prank, in return for a couple drachmas, give or take. It was a custom now, tradition. She felt a sudden rush of affection for Connor. "College couldn't ever stop Camp Half-Blood's legendary April Fools' pranks."

Connor grinned, looking relieved. "You're the boss," he said, saluting her. He skipped off happily, probably to inflict another April Fools' horror on some poor camper.

Annabeth slipped her drachmas in her pocket and strolled away too, her mind already brewing ideas for next year. Perhaps she and Connor would team up against Cecil as a way of revenge.

#percy jackson #pjo #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #connor stoll #cecil markowitz #chiron #april fools prank fic #based on my hc that annabeth would secretly collaborate with the stolls annually for april fools #this is horrible ik #im bored so i wrote this #2 weeks late to the party but i think it's still acceptable??#annabeth chase fic #annabeth chase centric fic #annabeth is the best liar you will ever meet

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literateowl · 8 days

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags friends 💖 @carlos-in-glasses @lemonlyman-dotcom @sznofthesticks @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

Another bit of the April Fools prank fic that I should be posting sometime this week

“Did you tape one to Lou's tank?”

“Yeah, he has a picture of himself. Like that Spider-Man in an office meme.”

Carlos let out a full body laugh at that. “Oh my God, okay that one's hilarious.”

Carlos got up and pointed a finger at TK that was accompanied by a very non-threatening smirk. “Now, I am going to go take a shower and if I get jump scared by lizard pictures while I'm in there, I'm coming after you.”

Bonus:

Lou, just trying to chill in his tank but one of his dads is a weirdo.

Open tag 💜

#seven sentence sunday #april fools prank fic

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spacedlexi · 28 days

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opens my hand and shows you this little vi

#my favorite little gendie lesbian............ love her and her fucked up posture #idk i liked this you may look at it #i should make a tag for little margin doodles i like enough to post #unfortunately ive already used the doodle tag 😔#twdg #violet twdg #also i Will be posting fic today i didnt realize before it was gonna be april fools day THIS IS NOT A PRANK

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 29 days

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"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle"

AO3 link if you'd rather read it there ;)

6:38 a.m.

Early on a Monday morning, Sonic awoke to a rocking sensation. For a moment it was nice, soothing even, and he thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep on a hammock or something.

Except, it was in fact not soft fabric beneath him, but wooden boards.

A faint smell of salt alerted him next. Then a strong gust of wind. Then the cry of a seagull.

A seagull?!

His eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, panic immediately flooding his chest upon seeing a huge mass of water all around him. He found himself sitting in a wooden fishing boat, smack dab in the middle of it.

He jumped up to his feet with a squeak of true fear, wobbling as the rocking of the boat nearly made him lose his balance.

He raced to the pole where the sails were attached and jumped onto it, full-body clinging to it with both arms and legs. "HOW IN MOBIUS DID I GET OUT HERE?!" he yelled indignantly, as loudly as he could for having just woken up.

A snicker sounded above him, and he jerked his head up so fast he nearly got whiplash.

And whom should he see perched atop the sails post but his little brother, Tails, his namesakes waving around and mischief practically written all over his face.

"Happy April Fools," the smug little fox greeted him, still giggling.

Sonic relaxed slightly, but shot Tails a feigned death glare. "It's on," he shot back, unable to hide a smirk.

8:23 a.m.

He had to be subtle about this. Tails was obviously very well aware what day it was. He had to be sly.

So, for his first prank of many, Sonic ran out to buy a cheap whoopie cushion, then slipped it in the Tornado's cockpit, at a perfect angle so Tails wouldn't see it until it was too late.

He was pretty proud of himself for keeping it cool, going on runs and swinging back by the workshop every few minutes to see when Tails needed to go out for a flight.

Except it was taking too long.

If he didn't get that over with, all his time to come up with more pranks for the day would be gone. And that simply wouldn't do.

"Hey, Tails!" he called from the roof, where he'd been leisurely lounging for the past five minutes. "Wanna go for a shopping run?"

After a pause of silence filled only with the sound of some metal clanging, Tails called back, "For what? I thought we were stocked."

"No, we need more— flour." He quickly improvised, having not actually checked the pantry beforehand.

"Why do we need more flour?" Tails sounded both distracted and confused as he continued whatever he was clanging around with.

"Because bread." Sonic flipped onto the ground and leaned his head through the window. "We should make bread."

Tails finally pulled back his goggles and shot him a look. "Why do you want to make bread?"

"Don't question it, Tails! Why can't I be allowed to wanna try new stuff?"

"Because it's April Fools, that's why." Tails smirked and pulled his goggles back down, studying the chunks of metal he was abusing. "There's probably a prank waiting for me at the store or something."

Sonic clasped a hand to his chest dramatically. "You seriously think I went and sabotaged public property just to pull a prank on you?!"

Without missing a beat, and without shifting his eyes from his work, Tails replied, "Yeah."

Sonic huffed and crossed his arms. "Well, I didn't. And the only way for you to see that is to come on shopping with me. I'll even let you pick the store so that you can be sure."

Tails looked at him, arching a brow and resting one hand on his hip. "You're so random," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You realize you can go shopping by yourself, right?"

"Well, sue me for wanting to spend time with my darling little brother," Sonic pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy-dog-eyes look.

"Since when did you become so clingy?" Tails laughed, finally setting aside his things and flying over to the window.

Finally!

"It was inevitable. You're too loveable." Sonic yanked him into a hug, right before letting him start flying towards the Tornado.

"I don't know whether to feel touched or suspici—" Tails abruptly broke off as he hopped into the cockpit, and the whoopie cushion immediately squeezed beneath him, filling the air with its awful sounds.

His face went beet red for a moment, then he closed his eyes and sighed. Sonic had already fallen over laughing, tears springing to his eyes at Tails's expression.

"Bread, huh?" Tails sounded way too calm as he turned to face his brother, but there was a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"You bet!" Sonic laughed. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's go get flour!"

Tails picked up the whoopie cushion and hurled it full force at the hedgehog's face.

8:52 a.m.

After the whoopie cushion incident, Tails forced Sonic to go out shopping anyway. He even managed to trick him into thinking he was doing it as an apology.

Oh, was that poor hedgehog mistaken. He was so in for it. Tails had sent him out shopping— alone— so he could set up his revenge prank.

He decided to go with a simple one. Perhaps he would save the more intricate and wild pranks for later in the day.

This one would still be personal, though.

Barely suppressing a little cackle of glee, Tails snatched a large bottle of clear super glue and generously poured it all over the welcome mat at his front door. This glue wouldn't fully dry for another twenty to thirty minutes, and since Sonic was only getting one thing from the store, he wouldn't take nearly that long.

Sure enough, five minutes after he'd laid the prank, he heard the distinct BOOM in the distance of his brother's impending arrival.

Tails already knew Sonic wasn't going to notice the glue. If it wasn't immediately obvious, and he wasn't in danger, he didn't pay attention to detail like that.

The door handle jiggled for a moment, then was followed by a banging on the door. His muffled voice called, "Tails, if you're gonna send me out to buy stuff we don't actually need, the least you could do is leave the door unlocked for me to actually give you the stuff we don't need."

"Oh, dear chaos!" Tails called back, deliberately sounding way too dramatically surprised. "How did the door lock itself?!"

It didn't matter if Sonic caught on. If he was banging on the door, it was too late for him.

"I don't like your tone, young man." Sonic definitely sounded suspicious, and Tails could barely suppress his triumphant laughter.

"Sorry, Dad." With a snicker, he unlocked the door and swept it open, where he found Sonic standing with a hefty bag of flour, shooting him a look.

He was standing right in the middle of the super glue puddle.

"Seriously, bro? Locking me outside? That's the best you g-GAAUHH!" Sonic broke off as he tried to take a step forward, only to pull the entire doormat up with his foot and lose his balance. He tried desperately to right himself, but only ended up pinwheeling his arms, losing his grip on the bag of flour, and falling square on his chest. A second later, the bag of flour came down on his head and immediately popped open upon pricking his quills.

After the flour dust settled, the two brothers looked at each other for a solid ten seconds, the younger standing tall with his arms crossed and a smug smile, the older slumped on the ground, covered in flour to the point of looking like a ghost, glaring daggers.

He sneezed. "That was low. I like my kicks."

"They'll be fine," Tails insisted, brushing off the flour that had drifted into his fur. "I've got a solution that'll cancel out the glue."

Sonic shook himself off, then stood up and sneezed again. "You owe me twenty rings for the waste of perfectly good flour that we didn't need."

Tails stuck his tongue out at him, then started blowing the spilled flour out the door with his tails.

9:35 a.m.

Sonic took a shower after the flour incident, and he made it quick enough so that Tails didn't have any time to try anything more on him, since he was still cleaning up said flour.

Once he'd gotten out and dried off, Tails brushed past him into the bathroom, and a few seconds later he heard the shower start up again.

No way there was this golden opportunity just dangling in front of him . . .

Grinning, Sonic first went to the kitchen and hit the switch for the power hose. Next time Tails went to wash the dishes, he was in for a little surprise.

Then, very quietly, he nudged the door open to the bathroom (where Tails was still in the shower), reached in, and flushed the toilet.

A second later, there was a high pitched "Yipe!" and one very startled, very wet fox kit scrambled out of the tub at the suddenly freezing water.

Sonic heard his name screeched furiously from over his shoulder as he laughed and booked it for the front door, only to catch on the doormat and faceplant the sidewalk, his socks now stuck in the super glue still coating the mat.

10:14 a.m.

He deserved this fate, Tails claimed.

"It's called revenge!" Sonic yelled through the door from where he lay on the ground outside in the yard. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge! Can I have the anti solution for the glue now?"

"Nope," Tails called back.

"C'moooon. These are my last clean socks, I can't just take them off and put on dirty ones. Do you want me to defile the house with smelly feet?"

"Ohh, manipulation. That's a new one!"

"Tails!"

"Just wear flipflops. Or go barefoot. I dunno."

"I don't like flip flops!" Sonic squirmed onto his side. "And I don't like being barefoot! Running barefoot is painful!"

"Ah, well. Guess you'd better apologize for ruining my lovely shower and forfeit all your desserts to me for the next three months, if you ever want to run again."

"Sorry, who was being manipulative?"

"You were!"

Sonic huffed. "You know, I could just do laundry. Yeah. Do laundry and be free."

"Wow!" Tails sounded way too amazed. "That's so genius!"

"I'll wash all my socks! I'll wash all the socks!" With caution, Sonic forced his way back onto his feet, then hopped inside the house, doormat still attached. "I'll be free in a matter of . . . hours." He frowned. "Hey Tails, can dish soap clean clothes? And how fast does a fur dryer dry clothes?"

Tails was standing in the kitchen, pouring the remains of the flour that hadn't touched the floor into a canister. He eyed his brother for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "There's one way to find out."

Without thinking, Sonic broke into a relieved grin and started hopping his way into the kitchen. "Good, because if I have to be stuck like this for one—"

He turned the faucet on, and immediately a powerful spray of cold water shot out at his face from the power hose. He yelped and sputtered, immediately switching it off as he suddenly realized he'd fallen for his own prank.

Or, more likely, Tails had seen right through his prank, and had made him fall for it.

Sonic looked down at him, water dripping down his face and off his quills. Tails had lost his cool composure and was doubled over, squeaking with laughter.

10:30 a.m.

"I deserved that one," Sonic grumbled, toweling off his face.

Tails sat beside him on the porch, eyes closed in smug contentment as he brushed out his tails. "Yes. You did."

Sonic turned and grinned devilishly. "You realize this isn't over, lil bro."

Tails turned a fanged smile right back on him. "Far from it."

11:04 a.m.

Sonic burst through Amy's door and immediately said, "Ames, I need a favor!"

Amy nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her paintbrush onto the carpet. She sighed, but picked it up without complaining, set it on the ledge of her painter's stand, and gave him her attention. "What's up?"

"Sorry for that," he said quickly, then added, "Could you make a batch of chocolate chip cookies, but like, make three of them with raisins instead?"

Amy wrinkled her forehead even as she smiled. "Wait, what? Why?"

"It's April Fools. I need to get back at Tails."

"Oh, no." Amy laughed as she stood up and started heading for her kitchen. "What'd he do?"

"Oh, many things." As Amy set to making the cookies, he told her all about the events of the day so far. He told her about the pranks on both sides, just to keep it fair.

Amy was aware of their April Fools traditions. The same basic thing had happened the past two years as well.

It had been last year that they learned the hard way not to prank Knuckles. Or Shadow.

"You should really learn to bake," Amy commented as she eventually pulled the batch out of the oven. "It's really very fun! And satisfying."

"You know what'll be satisfying?" He snickered. "The look on Tails's face when he thinks he's gonna taste chocolate and tastes raisins instead!"

Amy shook her head with an amused sigh. "That too, I guess."

They hung out together for another twenty minutes or so, then Sonic bid her farewell and took off back to the workshop.

12:22 p.m.

Tails had resumed working on whatever project he'd been doing earlier that morning.

"Yo, Tails!" Sonic raced into the room, holding the container of cookies. "Amy made us cookies!"

"Ooh, she did?" Tails immediately paused what he was doing and lit up, but then suspicion clouded his face. "Wait . . . what's going on?"

"Bro, it's just cookies," Sonic laughed. "What, do you think they're poisoned?"

Tails kept hesitating, but Sonic could see him scenting the air. Since the majority of them were chocolate chip, he was detecting that— not the few raisins.

"Okay. I'll take one," he finally relented, and Sonic handed him one with raisins.

He started heading back to his project as he took a bite, but immediately stopped in his tracks. Sonic watched him stop chewing and look at the cookie for a long moment, then turn and shoot him a deadpan look.

"You're so mean," he complained, mouth still full with the bite he refused to swallow (he hated raisins). Then he tried to spit it out onto Sonic, who yelped and raced away, dropping the container of cookies on the floor.

Tails picked it up, having already figured out that most of the others were actually chocolate chip. Jokes on Sonic, now he had all the good cookies to himself.

1:01 p.m.

Their prank fest had delayed lunch a bit, so Sonic (after eventually returning) told Tails to kick back and relax while he made chili.

Tails seemed a little too pleased with the idea, but Sonic barely noticed, too hungry to care.

As he stirred through the pot, Tails watched him, grinning in anticipation for the meal. Earlier, while Sonic had been lying around the front yard with the doormat glued to his socks and complaining, Tails had switched out the salt and sugar.

Half an hour later or so, they sat down together to eat. It seemed Sonic thought they had reached a temporary truce, but oh, little did he know.

Tails deliberately took his sweet time in spooning the chili onto his hot dog, eyeing his brother in his corner vision. Sonic had made his in no time, digging in with two big bites before Tails had even finished dressing his.

Almost immediately Sonic paused, blinked a couple times, then kept chewing. Then paused again, frowning.

His eyes flicked to Tails, who quickly resumed dressing his chili dog.

Sonic finally swallowed. "That's weird."

"What's weird?" Tails asked innocently, actually being subtle this time.

"Chili tastes more like dessert." The hedgehog squinted at him. "Did you sabotage the chili cans?"

Tails sniffed. "How dare you accuse me."

"Did you?"

"No, I didn't. The cans were sealed, weren't they?"

"Hm." Sonic took another hesitant bite, but stopped again, shaking his head. "This tastes so weird. Have you tried yours?"

Tails shrugged. "Try salting it," he suggested, avoiding the question.

Sonic grabbed the salt shaker and generously covered his chili dog with its contents, then took another bite, only to actually choke over it this time.

"Okay, did you—?!" He snatched the shaker again, shook a little onto his finger, tasted it, then chucked it at Tails, who laughed and dove out of the way. "You switched the salt and sugar?!"

"Well, duh!" Tails switched to hovering over the table, snickering. "There are no truces today, dearest brother!"

Sonic threw the too-sweet chili dog at him next, inevitably splattering chili over the table.

"You're cleaning that up!" Tails called in a singsong voice. "I'm going out to Josef's Pasta Alla Paccico!"

"OH, NO YOU DON'T!"

2:10 p.m.

They both ended up eating out at Josef's, and even though they did truly call a ceasefire for a grand total of twenty-five minutes, they split the time between actually eating and blowing their straw wrappers at people, having mini sword fights with the butter knives, and constructing architecture with the plates and takeout boxes.

Needless to say, the only reason they didn't get kicked out was probably because both Sonic and Tails were practically world-renowned.

Not long after they returned to the workshop, Sonic inevitably crashed for a nap. He usually couldn't make it through a day without a nap at some point, which was always unfortunate for him on this particular day of the year.

Tails studied him where he slept, on a branch of the tree in his front yard. He knew he'd been the last one to pull something, but hey, who said they were taking turns?

There was simply no way he was passing this up.

First, he grabbed a sharpie and very carefully drew an elaborate mustache worthy of Eggman across his brother's face. He added a few random smiley faces on his cheek and arms, as well as the phrase "SLO-MO" on one shoulder.

Then he grabbed an assortment of potato chips and began carefully stacking them on his head, in his hands, on his stomach, in an entire tower.

He made sure to take pictures through the whole process, then— leaving him there to sleep, still covered in sharpie and potato chips— flew off to print the photos.

Going above and beyond, he put the printed photos in a fancy envelope, marked them as "priority mail," addressed them to Sonic's post office box, disguised himself, then dropped them off at the post office.

An hour passed after he had done all that, and Sonic finally stirred awake.

Upon seeing the stack of chips in front of him, he promptly fell out of the tree with a yelp, and Tails started giggling.

"What did you do to me?" Sonic whined, brushing all the crumbs off his head and chest as he stood up, still groggy.

"You think that's bad?" Tails teased. "Go check the mirror."

A look of horror filled his brother's eyes, then he was gone in a flash. Tails kept giggling, and laughed harder when he heard the yell from inside: "WHY DID YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE EGGFACE?!"

"It's called revenge!" Tails called back gleefully. "Sweet, totally fair, revenge!"

Sonic came storming back outside. "How dare you use my own words against me."

"Sorry," Tails told him insincerely.

His brother scrubbed at his cheek. "How long will it take for this to wash off?"

Tails shrugged. "A couple days, probably."

Sonic's resulting screech was loud enough to startle away all the nearby flickies.

4:32 p.m.

Sonic spent at least half an hour in the bathroom desperately trying to scrub the marker out of his fur, but only succeeded in making it fade a little.

"Taking advantage of my sleep cycle," he huffed, reaching out to mess up Tails's bangs from where the fox kit sat on the couch. "So rude."

Tails tried to fix his bangs, while Sonic flopped onto the other end of the couch. "Consider it payback for you dyeing my fur green last year."

"You still looked cool, at least!" Sonic protested. "If Egghead sees me like this, I'm never going to hear the end of it."

"I looked like a lime!" Tails shot back. "I had to hide from society for an entire month!"

"It wasn't a month."

"Three and a half weeks. Close enough."

"Mm."

Tails shot him a look, and Sonic reached over to mess up his bangs again. He was rewarded with a throw pillow to the face.

Sonic threw it back, and it was just about to escalate into a fully fledged pillow fight when the doorbell rang.

Both of them froze, and Sonic zipped away in a flash. "I'm not here! You don't know me! If anyone asks, I'm in Holoska on a nice, arctic vacation!"

"Chicken!" Tails taunted after him, then flew over to the door and pulled it open to find Amy and Knuckles standing on the other side.

(Thankfully, the super glue had dried hours before.)

"Hey, guys!" he greeted them, stepping back to let them in. "What's the occasion?"

Amy said sweetly, "We just wanted to make sure you and Sonic were doing okay!" at the same time Knuckles said, "We came to supervise."

Tails rolled his eyes. "We don't need babysitters."

Amy glanced around. "Did Sonic leave?"

Knuckles frowned as Tails snickered. "I guess he did. He's telling everyone he's going to Holoska."

"You can't stop me!" Sonic's muffled voice shouted from somewhere towards the back of the workshop.

"Nobody's trying!" Tails called back, his voice catching on a laugh. "Just be sure to warn Jari-Pekka about your new look!"

"New look?" Knuckles echoed.

Amy facepalmed. "What did you do to him?"

Tails waved a hand flippantly. "It'll come off in a few days."

"And this is why we thought you two needed supervision," Knuckles groaned. "Today always gets out of hand."

"Do we need to separate you two?" Amy asked, although she was grinning.

Sonic chose that moment to burst explosively out of the closet, zip to his brother's side, and pull him close in a protective hug. "No, don't separate us!" he insisted, forcing a huge smile. "Everything's going just fine!"

Knuckles and Amy took a solid ten seconds to stare at Tails's artwork all over Sonic's face, then started laughing, albeit good-naturedly.

Tails grinned at where he was still trapped in his brother's hold, only to start violently trying to squirm away when said brother slipped a sharpie out of hiding and started drawing his revenge on the fox's face.

6:00 p.m.

Knuckles and Amy chose to spend the rest of the day at the workshop with them, just to make sure things didn't get any crazier than they already had. By the time dinnertime arrived, both Sonic and Tails had sharpie all over their faces, although the "art" on Tails's face could hardly be called as such. Because of his squirming during the whole process, it was nothing more than random scribbles of blue in random places on his face.

"Next year I'll dye you blue," Sonic promised him as the four of them had dinner together (after Amy switched back the salt and sugar). "We can match!"

"Pass." Tails swallowed his bite. "I'll just look like some kind of mutant smurf."

Sonic snickered. "All the more reason to do it, then!"

Amy groaned. "Boys . . ."

"Hey, we should rope you into this!" Sonic exclaimed suddenly, staring straight at Amy.

"If you want a hammer to the face next, feel free!" Amy stuck her tongue out at him, although she had to hide a giggle.

"As long as you leave me out of it, do whatever you want," Knuckles put in wearily, sounding much like a parent tired of trying to control his children.

Tails smiled at all of them. Knuckles was right; this day was always crazy, and sure, things got out of hand sometimes. But he had no regrets. It was fun. It was a stupid way of bonding with his brother, and that was something he would never regret.

A Happy April Fools Day, indeed.

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chocolateteapotsvis · 28 days

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Barry surveys the table. It's strewn with what looks like every craft supply from his not-insubstantial model painting stash. They start orderly enough, the paint pots and brushes lined up neatly besides the mat by his chair, and then devolving into a chaotic mess of paper towels, plastic cups, and loose sprues from who-knows-what heaped precariously around the model airplane kit.

He could ask about when Hal had set this up, since they've just returned from Barry's surprise birthday party - a surprise, mostly, because he'd assumed that by April his friends and family would have moved on to something else. But he'd spent so long choosing between the pile of socks Wally had gifted him over the years that he could have missed the Rogues parading through the apartment in their rush out the door.

So instead, he taps a finger against his barely-suppressed smile. "How many birthdays ago is that plane from?"

"You mean when I gave it to you, or you gave it to me?" Hal whips Barry's apron from the back of the chair with a flourish and holds it out for him. "As for that Justice Society tabletop RPG, I assumed you excavated it from an archeological dig somewhere. So are we going to get painting, or are you going to spend another year sighing about how you wished you had time to paint it?"

Barry's fingers are already twitching towards the box. Does he start with the Flash, or does he warm up with another figure first? From Hal's smirk, Barry's thought process is plain on his face.

"It's practically a tradition at this point. It would be a shame to actually do something about it." Barry doesn't bother hiding his smile anymore at the strangled noise Hal makes from behind him as he ties his apron. He pulls back Hal's chair, offering it to him with a mock bow. If it doesn't really do much to hide the heat in his ears, well, he knows a lost cause when he sees one, and in this one, he's more than happy to lose. "But I know better than to get between you and your model airplanes."

(Also, yes, it's supposed to be the same model from The Color of Fear, as seen most recently in toytle's awesome redraw!)

#halbarry #not an all out April Fool's prank #but have a silly headcanon instead #dorks being dorks #random mini scene #still trying to find a sketchier style for some quick doodles #I'm open if anyone has suggestions!#my doodles #fic

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lolathestoryteller · 28 days

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April fools! (April 1st; Prank) @jilymicrofics

„We shouldn’t be doing this.“ Lily says, turning around to, once again, make sure nobody would see them.

Sirius snorts, not the least bit worried. „Come on Evans, it’s just a bit of fun.“ he shrugs as he and Peter switch out Flitch‘s stale biscuits for the ones they‘d bought at Zonko‘s. „I can’t wait to see the old grump laughing his head off on these.“

„It’s gonna be hilarious!“ Peter agrees.

Lily rolls her eyes at the boys. „I should report you lot.“ she sighs, fixing her boyfriend, who’s busy vanishing the old biscuits, with a stern look.

James smiles as he walks over. „It’s April 1st, Lil, we have to pull at least a little prank — it’s tradition! We‘d be letting the bloke down if we didn’t.“

Sirius and Peter both start cackling at that.

„Besides,“ James adds, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they quietly exit Filtch‘s office. „The man needs a proper laugh, don’t you think?“

Well, Lily can hardly argue with that. „I’m not sure I‘ve ever seen him laugh before.“ she admits, a small smile now tugging at her lips.

„Yeah, considering we‘ve been here nearly seven years — I reckon we‘re actually doing him a favour.“ Sirius concludes on the way to the hospital wing. „And Remus‘s gonna crack up!“

„Mischief managed, I‘d say.“ James agrees happily, his bright, hazel eyes literally sparkling as they meet hers.

Oh, well…she thinks, taking his hand to intertwine their fingers…let them have their fun today.

How could she not, when he’s looking at her like that?

This is my first time doing one of those microfics — I’m so excited!

#harry potter #writing #jily microfic #april fools #prank #the marauders era #jily fic #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #peter pettigrew #remus lupin

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godlizzza · 29 days

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UPDATE! COME GET YALLS UPDATE!!

#its not an april fools prank i promise #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw #90s killer #my fics

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lazuliquetzal · 26 days

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thanks @bobafett for the tag i love tag games SO much

How many works do you have on AO3? 38! Huh! I don't know what I expected? (If you wanna be exact, it's actually 41 because I have 3 joke fics posted anonymously.)

What’s your total AO3 word count? 653,468

What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm into at the moment? Right now it's God of War. Earlier it was Linked Universe. Before that it was Daiya no Ace. But I'm not particularly loyal, it's literally just whatever idea that manages to stick.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Reflection -- a classic AA Batteries -- my beloved Dawn of the Fourth -- *evil cackling* ain't no rest for the wicked -- oh my god do people still click on this Denial and Deterioration -- I SWEAR I'M STILL WORKING ON IT I ACTUALLY ADDED TO THE DOC LIKE 3 DAYS AGO

Do you respond to comments? I try to! I try to catch every comment, but if a fic is on the older side and the comment isn't super long, I sometimes don't reply. Not because I don't like the comment (i love all comments i love you all) but because if a fic is not fresh in my brain I don't have much to say

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? DO NOT READ IT, but it's the shadows we cast. I was fifteen. I'm not linking it on here. It's still on my AO3 because I'm not a coward, but I'm also not very brave, so like, don't read my high school fic, you've been warned.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Candid? That one is SUPER fluffy, which is not normally my style, but you know, sometimes you just gotta flex your fluff muscles,

Do you get hate on fics? Eh, not really. I've gotten a few negative comments, but mostly from FFN, and I honestly don't even count those lol.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? No. I genuinely wouldn't even know where to begin.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nah, crossovers aren't my thing.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have seen a fic that was very blatantly referencing one of mine, but I don't really consider that stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Does the absolutely insane crack fic written on the tail end of a 29-hour voice call count?

What’s your all time favorite ship? Hmm. I read a lot of Merthur, but that's mostly because the Merlin fandom tends to be really good, and therefore there's a lot of good Merthur (although I do like Merthur a lot, super Shakespearean, only valid soulmate pairing I've ever seen).

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? If I abandon a fic, I'm going to make an announcement. If I haven't officially abandoned it, it's still fair game. That said, Replication is like, on the lowest of low priorities.

What are your writing strengths? It comes with absorbing plot structure into your personality, but yeah, I'm a kick ass plotter. Also comedy. That also comes with the plot structure.

What are your writing weaknesses? Atmosphere/description. Worldbuilding. Also to a lesser extent, character voice -- I feel like I eventually default to everyone just sounding like me

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Depends on context, but it's always through the lens of "how does this effect the experience for the reader?"

First fandom you wrote for? I wrote a Star Wars fanfic when I was like, 9. First fanfiction on PURPOSE was for PJO.

Favorite fic you’ve written? I think the best thing I've written so far is DotF, but my favorite is probably The Disappearance of Narumiya Mei. WHICH I'M ALSO STILL WORKING ON, life just got REALLY WEIRD and I had to take a step back from it RIP

Tagging @tavina-writes, @ellie-tarts, @lieutenantbiscute, @aoryuucchi, @bytebun, @mimbotomy (no pressure if you don't want to!) and of course anyone who feels like doing this

#lazuli talks #i started writing disappearance for the Fun and then suddenly i had a bit of an irl love life which terrified me into putting it down #i have so many feelings about aroace narumiya mei it's so insane actually #this is definitely a case of 'lazuli in her echo chamber' but the fact that the widespread fanon of narumiya mei is NOT aroace offends me #do you see my vision #re: candid -- it's a very excellent textbook example of sports anime fluff #it is the middle slider of sports anime fluff. you can tell i edited it to be the middle slider of sports anime fluff bc it is exactly 10K #re: the insane 29 hour voice call crack fic #you can ask me about it. i won't be able to say anything though.#re: the anonymous joke fics. one was for april fools and the other was the greatest prank i've ever pulled off #solar if you're ever reading this i love you

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naoko-world · 1 year

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Sooo tomorrow is Encanto fools day, launched by @hectic-hector and I decided to post something for the day!

Tomorrow I'll also post a fanart! But until now, here is a ficlet you can also find here on Ao3!

Fluff/attempt at humor/arguing/pranks

931 words

Couldn't find anyone to proofread it so it's not proofread.

Who did the prank?

Summary:

Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Another day was starting at Casa Madrigal. Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Julieta sighed, counterarguing with sadness, “It can hardly be anyone else though.”

“But I didn’t! I didn’t have time to do any of my April’s fools jokes!” Then, pouting a bit, he admitted, ”I wanted to hide the oil so you would have to look for it all around Casita! But, when I arrived, you were already pranked.”

Julieta looked sceptical, but didn’t reply anything. She mused on it, locking eyes with the other Madrigals as if looking for their opinion.

Mirabel felt so bad for Camilo! She knew he wouldn’t deny any of his pranks. The boy was always happy to let people know they had been pranked! In order to help him, she asked as she stopped just beside her cousin, “Can’t it be someone else?”

To which, Julieta replied with embarrassment, “He was the only one up when I came down to cook, and I noticed the switch right away.”

“I’m innocent!” insisted Camilo, keeping whining.

While she was trying to find a way to help his cousin out of this situation, Félix noted with a thoughtful look, "It's possible it really wasn't him. He isn't the only naughty one in the family and some of us have distance gifts."

He pointed at Isabela to mean she was another possibility. As she followed his finger, Mirabel finally noticed her sister was busy removing googly eyes from the leaves on her dress, her face scrunched in frustration. Not bothering looking up at them, she brushed it off by claiming, "I would have loved to have done it, but I unfortunately didn’t think about it.”

"It's not me though!" argued Camilo.

"And you’re not the one who put these things on my plants either, I guess?” she growled, finally looking at him with suspicion.

He denied, shocked, “No! Again, I didn’t have time to do any prank!” Then, doing his best to manage a smile, he remarked, “One of them could have been made by Tío Bruno! He proved he can be pretty sneaky when he wants to."

Bruno arrived just at that moment, getting down the stairs with a confused look. WIth his messy hair, his tired eyes and his lack of energy, he looked like he just woke up. “Huh? What’s happening?”

“Bruno! Did you switch the salt and the sugar?” Pepa asked him bluntly. “Or put googly eyes on-”

“Someone switched the salt and the sugar?” he replied, suddenly worried.

He started looking in his pockets, while Félix added, “I also woke up with a streak of my hair dyed.” He pointed at his head, which was bearing a red section of hair, before keeping going, glancing at Camilo, “I immediately thought it could be Isabela since she has her way to do so but it honestly could be someone else.”

“It’s not me either!” denied Camilo, clearly frustrated.

“And I didn’t dye it,” shrugged Isabela. “Could be Tía Pepa, she sleeps beside you.”

He turned to his wife at the argument, admitting, “Good point! Amor, did you-”

Pepa started to thunder, complaining, “What? No! You really think I’d use that position to prank you?”

He joked, “Well, I wouldn’t mind if it had been you!” Then, turning to others with confusion, he asked, “Who is it then?”

Before any of them could reply anything, Bruno beat them to it by complaining, “Someone strapped weird hats on my rats’ heads.”

The rat he was holding was wearing a funny banana hat, which it was trying to remove by shaking its head. Bruno was helping it, glancing nervously at another one with a capybara head hat on his shoulder. Mirabel hurried to help him, though she was holding back a laugh.

Sighing, Pepa revealed, "I've been pranked too anyway. Someone moved my dresser on the other side of my room. I thought it was you, Félix."

"Mi amor! I'm so happy you think I'm strong enough to do that alone," he laughed, genuine. Then, in a more curious tone, he asked, "Someone pranked you?"

She nodded. Then, she turned to Isabela. "Now that I think of it, your plants are strong enough to move them.”

“I did nothing!” claimed Isabela, before explaining with a sigh, “I wanted to wrap Mirabel’s room with wrapping paper but I hadn’t got time to do so.”

Between shock and laughter, Mirabel exclaimed, “You wanted to wrap my room?”

“Yeah...It would have been so fun...” Isabela said, saddened.

“Well, if it’s not you then who is it? Can’t be that many people who are strong enough for that.”

"Luisa would be," remarked Camilo.

Mirabel saw her Abuela visibly worrying, before easing when Pepa discarded it. "No way! That girl would never prank anyone."

While the family kept arguing, accusing one another of the bad deed, Mirabel got closer to her to whisper, “Abuela, did Luisa do it?”

Alma nodded, confessing in a low voice, “We did it together, she and I.”

Then, she put a finger on her lips to signal her to keep quiet. She seemed to have a lot of fun watching her family looking for the trickster. Mirabel couldn’t blame her for that! It was great to see her family actually communicating after all they went through. Why she decided to stay on the side, watching the scene with her abuela, both of them enjoying themselves watching their family arguing.

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cr0g-0 · 2 years

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A long awaited post from us since it’s been waaaaaaay to long since a post!! I do hope you enjoy part 1 of many

P.s-This fic will be uploaded part by part but as of now it’s being written all on the same doc so if the beginnings seem a bit abrupt that is why!

Tw-Accidental Dehumanization, Safe Noms, Talk of Death, Talks of Fatal noms(Doesn’t happen)

Total word count: 3021

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A Great Divide Between You and Me (When did you become so cruel) [I]

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Tommy was…well…apprehensive about this whole idea. Don’t get him wrong-he’d do it if Wilbur was a hundred percent sure but still…he wasn’t too sure about this whole…pretending to actually eat Wilbur.

“C’mon Tommy! You said you wanted to do a prank that would shock and scare the hell out of everyone and this couldn’t be a better prank!” The borrower exclaimed. Wilbur was excited by the prospect of scaring his friends on April fools. Every other year Tommy and he had either made them laugh till they couldn’t stand or they ticked them off a little.

Wilbur wanted to see what scaring them would be like. Mix it up and such.

“I know I know…it’s just…you think they might take it the wrong way?” Wilbur shook his head.

“Tommy-Toms-no one will think you legitimately decided to eat me.”

“I mean-I guess if you're sure then…ok fine-I’ll do it. But you owe me a fuck ton of ice cream and shit. I’m doing this for you after all.” Tommy stubbornly crossed his arms, huffing. Wilbur just let out a bubbly laugh.

“Alright alright fine I’ll buy you some ice cream tomorrow if you can effectively pull the wool over their eyes and convince them you did the deed successfully.”

Tommy let out what sounded like a whine and a groan, nodding slowly and dramatically as Tommy usually did. “If I fail can I still get a single tub of ice cream?”

The brunet hummed, closing his eyes and tapping his finger on his chin in thought. Tommy blinked at Wilbur with a deadpan look. “I swear to prime I will legitimately eat you regardless of this stupid prank if you don’t buy me ice cream-“

Wilbur paused and for a split second, Tommy swore he saw fear but if Wilbur had been afraid? Well, he wasn’t showing it anymore because the borrower was doubled over in a fit of laughs and Tommy felt his worry melt away. “Ok ok no need to threaten me child-I’ll buy you a single tub if you fail ok?”

Tommy grumbled, pretending to be pissed off about it but he was grinning wide. “Yeah, that's fair big man. Makes sense to me but make sure it’s mint chip or you're dead-“ He jokingly growled, poking the other gently.

Wilbur stumbled back slightly and lightly swatted at Tommy’s finger. “Mhm-ok sure Toms. Like you would ever kill your favorite brother-”

“Nope Techno is actually my favorite brother-Sorry Wilby.” Tommy shrugged and Wilbur snorted, rolling his eyes disbelievingly.

“Oh please child-you gave me the nickname Wilby. Are you seriously gonna sit here and tell me, out of both me and Techno, he’s the favorite?” “Well-I-oh just shut up Wil-” The blond spluttered out, his face having turned a bright red in embarrassment. Curse Wilbur for always being right-

Getting back on track, Tommy scooped Wilbur up, holding him gently in cupped hands. Wilbur settled quickly, getting comfortable and preparing mentally.

“Alright well let’s get this prank on the road hmm? I have some morons to scare!” The brunet laughed before nodding his head.

“Let us get on with it. I have a nap I need to take-“ He joked as Tommy brought Wilbur closer to his face and more specifically, towards his mouth.

Wilbur tensed up just a little, part of his mind still screaming his life was in danger just like it had the first time he had been found…and by all accounts he had been in danger that first time but after all the bonding and movie nights they had really become a family for him…

But of course he was still somewhat frightened of the whole thing.

And he wouldn’t lie but some of the things his friends said to him made him…immensely uncomfortable…not that he’d say anything on the subject. He didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle what was obviously a joke…

But hey-he wouldn’t be seeing any of them till dinner tonight. First up, Tommy would go and kind of discreetly hint before outright admitting that he had ‘eaten’ Wilbur to Phil, Techno. Then it was on to Tubbo and Ranboo if Tommy was able to get a hold of them. They were always busy trying to prank each other the day after so one of them was usually shopping for prank supplies depending on the year. Then, if they couldn’t get a hold of either of them they went to meet up at Dream’s before going back home for dinner where Tommy would reveal that everything was fine.

Wilbur was particularly interested to hear what Skeppy thought of the whole thing considering he was also a borrower like him.

Skeppy was one of, if not thee, best at deciphering he and Tommy’s pranks. One year, they had pretended not to know each other and most everyone was actually convinced Tommy and him had amnesia or something. The two always made sure the lead up to a prank was flawless so it actually felt and seemed real. The month before the amnesia prank they had both been ‘having issues remembering where things were’ and ‘remembering Wilbur was a borrower or that Tommy was human.’

The other borrower was by far the most unconvinced and saw through Tommy and Wilbur’s facades so quickly that the two ended up admitting it was a prank before they had gotten to dinner that day.

Would Skeppy be worried or totally knowing as he usually was? Wilbur was going with the second one surprisingly. As much as it would suck for another prank not to last till dinner, it wouldn’t be a shock.

He had always been asked by either Skeppy or Bad if he felt alright or if he was uncomfortable after hearing an off handed remark about just wanting to eat Wilbur because he was a nuisance.

“Uh-Wilbur…you know it’s ok to tell them if they say anything that upsets you right? I mean-usually they're joking but still. If it makes you uncomfortable you should say something alright man?” The blue clad borrower had put his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders. Quackity had…made a very unnerving comment about how easy he could just eat Wilbur and no one would stop him and unsurprisingly, Bad and Skeppy quickly brought Wilbur to another room to just calm him down. He hadn’t noticed it till he left the room but he had been shaking more than he had thought. Bad had dropped them both off and had gone to call Phil to pick him up, making up some nonsense about Wilbur feeling ill and needing rest.

“I-I can handle a joke though…obviously it was just a joke…” Wilbur had mumbled quietly and Skeppy had just let out an exasperated sigh.

“I know it sucks to think but-imagine if it wasn’t a joke. You have every single right to feel uncomfortable, upset and downright afraid if someone says that; because if you don’t speak up then they’ll think it’s ok to keep saying or-in a worst case scenario-they’ll think they can go and e-eat you.” Skeppy could barely keep the tremors that came from his voice

Wilbur hadn’t hidden the shiver and chill that made its way through his whole body. He shakily nodded his head though, The other was right after all…if he never voiced his thoughts they’d go unheard.

“Alright. I’ll try to be more vocal about my feelings and opinions.”

The older brown haired borrower looked like he had wanted to talk more about the subject when the doorbell rang and Bad returned, offering the two his hand. They appeared to be just the slightest stressed out looking about this whole thing. The borrowers hopped onto his hands and he held them up to his chest. “I am so very sorry Wilbur-I’ll make sure to have a very…strongly worded conversation with everyone ok?” Skeppy had let out a small giggle, already grinning a bit and having returned to his mood from earlier in the day. “Ooo is Bad gonna finally cuss Quackity out?” Wilbur could tell that he had been trying to lighten the mood and he…he had appreciated it.Bad seemed to appreciate this much less.“I-Skeppy you muffinhead! I meant-Oh you know what I meant-!” He had spluttered out, his face having gotten a dusting of pink and red before he tried to calm down, returning his focus to the original, albeit sore, subject.

“All jokes aside I’ll g-“

“N-No you don’t need to! Seriously-It’s fine. You don’t need to tell anyone anything. It’s not like I live here so they shouldn’t have to change the things they say.”

Bad had looked hesitant but nodded, dropping the conversation. Skeppy seemed frustrated at that but he hadn’t said anything on the subject.

“Wilbur are you alright? You’ve been just kinda staring in a bit of a daze. Helloooooo?” Tommy poked Wilbur gently with a finger and his brother barely moved.

“Willllll-“ The human whined, bringing Wilbur much closer before licking him to just try and get the borrower back into focus.

That got Wilbur’s attention seeing as the borrower nearly jumped out of his hand. “T-Tommy?”

“Bigman you kinda just-stopped looking alive for a bit. You ok?”

Wilbur nodded. “I-I’m ok Toms.”

“Are you sure? If you don’t want to do this now that’s ok w-“

“No, we're doing it. I said we were and we are so just get on it.” Wilbur snapped and Tommy seemed apprehensive as he pushed Wilbur into his mouth, his mouth already watering at the delightful flavor of milk chocolate coming from his mouth.

The blond's pupils dilated a little as he began to coat Wilbur in saliva, purring softly.

Maybe he shouldn’t have opposed this idea so much…

He continued to lick at the borrower, noting that he was squirming around a little now and he began to push him towards the back of his throat.

Normally he’d probably bite a borrower, their blood tasted heavenly after all-but the more awake side of him told him that this was his brother.

Which of course meant he couldn’t hurt him because if he did he might not even see him again and he for sure knew normal him would be so very upset with himself. So, with that in mind he opted to continue licking him, pressing him up against his teeth and gently nibbling on his tail.

The nibbling was…very short lived as he felt a sharp jab at his tongue and he let out an animalistic whine. “Tommy no tail nibbling! You know how sensitive it is-”

Letting out an annoyed huff, he moved the borrower back to his tongue , pressing them below his tongue, purring quietly as he swallowed the building saliva in his mouth.

Wilbur squirmed around a little, grumbling in annoyance as he shoved the tongue that continued to coat him in thick and sticky saliva.

“Ok Tommy I think you got me covered enough-“ He forced a chuckle though he wasn’t sure why he felt a pit of anxiety and nervousness pooling in his stomach. It wasn’t like he was in danger. This was Tommy after all.

The blond hummed, reluctantly moving them back to the center of his tongue before tilting his head back, swallowing them gently. A hand went up to his throat as he rubbed and massaged his throat to get the borrower down.

Wilbur squirmed around the tight, squishy throat as he was tugged down the slimy throat, his tail flitting about as he tried to keep his calm. His stupid instincts screamed that he was in danger but he knew he wasn’t…

Hopefully.

There was another tug and he passed the teenagers collarbone. He heard the steady, resonating purrs and the beating of his heart. The noises calmed his fears. He was probably fine. He slipped into a more spacious pouch and tensed before forcing his body to relax. He brought his tail to his chest and ran his hands through the saliva soaked fur.

Tommy softly smiled, rubbing at his storage as he continued to purr, the fog in his head starting to clear slightly.

What had he been doing again? Right-he had a prank to pull off. He poked his storage a little. “How’s my favorite snack doing?” Tommy teased, smirking to himself as he felt the borrower inside tense and squirm a little.

“Prime, give me some warning when you do that Tommy-And don’t call me a snack either.”

“Oh whatever snack-“ Tommy poked his storage again, once more teasing his brother before going towards the door of his room. He assumed Wilbur was just joking as well.

Wilbur had been dead serious when he said he didn’t want to be called a snack. It…It rubbed him the wrong way…

It reminded him of his first meeting with Tommy. That meeting had been a disaster and he had thought he’d die a horribly painful death.

Oddly enough, Tommy had taken what he had thought was pity upon him and helped him get better after a particularly dilapidating fall.

And then…well the unofficial and undocumented adoption had quickly followed.

But that had been around the last time Tommy had ever called him a snack till now and he wasn’t sure how he should feel about all this. He laid back though for now, getting comfortable as he focused on listening to Tommy and the conversation that would follow.

Tommy hummed, as he walked down the stairs to see Techno and Phil in the living room. April fools day always had them very attentive and he found it hilarious.

“Good morning!”

“…Morning Tommy…….” Techno hesitantly greeted.

“Hey Toms. Where’s your brother?” Tommy bit back a grin. Perfect, Phil had fallen right into his trap and he was sure Phil wouldn’t know.

Tommy nonchalantly shrugged. “Uh-right here duh-“

“Tommy, I think he meant Wilbur.”

He scoffed as if even saying Wilbur’s name offended him deeply.. “Oh. Yeah. I don’t know.”

Phil frowned but he forced his smile back on his face, shrugging. “He might just be sleeping in. I wouldn’t worry.”

Techno looked at Phil as if he had three heads and the other groaned. “Phil it is April fools day those to menaces to society are always up to something and especially today-“

Tommy rolled his eyes a little but Phil just sighed.

“Ok well are we all ready for breakfast? Aside from Wilbur obviously because he isn’t here right now.” Tommy held back another wide smile. They were hitting every beat he needed them to hit for this to work.

“I already had a little snack so I’m already full.”

“…Didn’t Phil confiscate all your snacks?”

The blond shrugged. “Well I got myself some milk chocolate and it really tasted delicious.”

“…….I….I tossed all the milk chocolate mate…”

Tommy let his grin finally appear. “He really tasted as good as he smelt~”

The silence was satisfying…the tension was less satisfying but he had gotten to the first step of today's elaborate joke.

Techno looked dumbfounded, shock obvious in his eyes as he stared at Tommy, mouth agape. Tommy barely noticed the pinkettes hands clenching into fist.

Phil looked shellshocked for a moment before he seemed to grow hurt and confused. “You’re surely joking-tell us your joking-“

Tommy laughed. “Of course I’m not joking! I was going to eat him eventually-just wanted to taste his betrayal. I just pretended to care about him.”

He felt a small amount of squirming within him. He ignored it.

He felt all eyes on him and he was about to start talking again when Techno spoke up.

“How could you say that!? He-He was your brother!! That-That brotherly love always looked real-surely it was real!!! You wouldn’t have waited three fucking years to eat him!!!” Techno looked on the verge of tears, his voice raised unusually high. Tommy wasn’t gonna back out though. Wilbur would be disappointed if he didn’t follow through with the whole prank.

The teen shrugged, seemingly uncaring of the whole situation. As if this had been expected though it was really far from it…well it was far from it in the sense that it was just a joke.

“I don’t see the problem. I was just disposing of a pest. A nuisance that was overstaying its welcome.”

A silence hit the room. It was heavy, thick with tension.

And then there was a blur of pink headed straight toward Tommy. Techno’s fist made contact with Tommy’s nose and a crack seemingly echoed through the room. Before Techno could land another blow Phil raced over, grabbing Techno into a hug so he couldn’t hit Tommy again.

Techno clawed and flailed about, trying to break free of Phil’s hug that was more like a wall keeping him from Tommy who was currently nursing his nose, some blood getting on his hands.

“Spit him out-Do it right here, right now or else I’m never going to talk to you ever.” Techno hissed out, eyes seemingly shimmering with rage, hate and above all-

Tears. Tears of grief. Tears for the brother that he believed was dead.

Phil’s voice came out crackly. “T-Techno…mate give it a rest….Wilbur…Wilbur is…”

Dead. The word didn’t need to be said. It was already what they were all thinking.

Techno looked to the ground. “Why don’t we all get breakfast hmm? You’ll both feel a lot better I’m sure.” Tommy suggested, already trying to get his family more…upset though it didn’t seem very smart now that he was looking at it but oh well-neither his brother nor father reacted, silently heading into the kitchen. He followed after them and sat down. “Uhm…I think we’ll just have some cereal today.” He wiped at his nose. He should get a bandage to cover that up before he went to Quackity’s.

Techno remained despondent, clearly glaring at the ground but Tommy could tell he was crying. It felt a little bad but he was overreacting. Borrower tasted great-he didn’t even need to kill him to enjoy the flavor! This was such an overreaction.

Phil got the cereal and handed it to the two. Everyone ate in total silence.

#mcyt gt #tw vore #giant!tommy #tiny!wilbur #giant!techno #giant!phil #tiny!skeppy #giant!bad #giant!quackity #Very large fic that has been so overly antcipated it got an april fools day joke-#smog writes #prank au #the prank

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