Ares had been plotting the prank for days. He knew your sense of humour all too well and figured you find it hilarious—whipped cream on a paper plate, shoved right in your face. It sounded innocent enough, a harmless prank between two gods who could laugh about anything. He meticulously prepared everything, inviting you to his bedroom.

When she arrived, he greeted her casually, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. He led you to his room, where they both sat down to chat. Then, when you aren’t looking, as soon as the door closes behind him, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. He hurried to grab the paper plate he’d set aside earlier, slathered it with whipped cream, and held it behind his back. His heart raced with anticipation, the thrill of the prank pulsing through him.

When he returned, he found you petting your owl. Without warning, he thrust the plate forward, slamming it into your face with all the force he could muster. At first, you let out a surprised laugh, the sound ringing out like music. But then something in her eyes changed. The smile faltered, the laughter died on your lips, and your hands trembled slightly.

Ares froze, his heart sinking as he watched you. Your eyes filled with tears.

He stood there in stunned silence as Athena rushed out, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the hallway. The joke, the harmless fun he’d thought he was creating, had turned into something far darker. The weight of his actions settled on him like a stone in his stomach. What had he done?

It wasn’t funny anymore. The silence that followed felt suffocating, and Ares realized, too late, that this time, the prank hadn’t just gone wrong—it had shattered something between them.

It was clear now—the prank had gone wrong. He ruined April Fool’s..

“Oh my…” He said, as he covered his mouth in guilt.