#this was originally a vent fic but it turned into wholesome instead

[the-incapable-hero]

Foolish watched as Sam crept away, not daring to take his eyes off of him and consequently he almost tripped several times. Eventually, Sam turned and sprinted off.

Foolish was alone. He heaved in some desert air.

"Again. Of course." He'd seen it before. They come. They see who he is. Then they see what he is. Then they leave. Gone. He'd seen Ranboo and Tubbo hidden behind a sand dune as well. He doubted he'd see them again any time soon.

"It's okay. Now they won't try anything. They…" Foolish didn't do anything to keep his voice from failing him. He felt suffocated by the lifeless silence. His eyes drifted to his undead horse. No life there either. He had some pets, but for obvious reasons, they'd run off and hidden somewhere.

He wanted to try and say something to break the quiet, but it occurred to him that there would be nobody to hear what he said. He clenched his jaw and heard it crack, after which he released the pressure and felt how the bone mended itself.

He felt so stuck. He didn't know why there was a heaviness in his chest or a lightness in his head. He wanted, no, needed something but he didn't know what. What could he possibly need? He didn't know and instead shook out his tension in his neck and directed it to his fist that gripped his trident. He could feel the faint crackle of energy and it made him immediately release the grip he had on it. Lightning was his power, and his power meant fear.

Not his own fear, mind you. The fear of the people he loved. The fear of the people he loves. He can't help it.

No. He can. He's just… protective. That's the conclusion he came to years ago. When he was building his first city. He knew better now, but then he was a different person. He'd show off his power and people loved it for a while. That is until he got mad. He'd never seen so many faces like that. Such an expression. Quivering, pale, gasping in shallow breaths and wavering voices. It was… fascinating.

He shook his head. He couldn't think like that. Not anymore. He was different now. He was Foolish. He knew how to humble himself. Not like before.

He let himself sink down to the sand, barely bothered by how hot it was. He'd felt worse. It was getting so old. He couldn't get rid of this hollow feeling. And as he let his gaze drift down to where his lightning had turned sand to glass, his ears only rang a little at a pitch that could only ever be heard in complete, dead silence.

He was alone.

Again.

Probably for the best he supposed… after all there had to be a reason that people were afraid of him.

Ping! Went his communicator out of the blue. He started at the sound and was able to remind himself to breathe again. That's what mortals did after all. He'd admit that it had taken him a while to commit the action to reflex, but in the end it made him look more alive.

Foolish picked up his communicator and took a peek at the message, silently hoping that even if it wasn't for him, he'd be able to somehow interject himself. Though in a stroke of luck, the message was indeed for him.

<Tubbo_>hey foolish you still havent finished our mansion

<Tubbo_>what do you think we pay you for

<Tubbo_>you said youd work on it today so get over here

<Tubbo_>ranboos feeling nice so maybe if you come over here now ill consider helping

Foolish couldn't help but laugh at Tubbo's antics. The laugh was dry on his throat, but it sounded much better than the deafening silence. He typed a quick message saying he'd be right over and immediately got up to do just that. He was greeted the second he came out of the transportation tube and Tubbo was pulling him along by his wrist over to the very unfinished mansion, rattling off requests the whole time. Ranboo came to greet him soon enough as well and Foolish found himself laughing more when Ranboo tried and failed to tell Tubbo off.

Just as he was about to interject and begin work on the mansion, something occurred to him that he just had to ask.

"Uh, hey guys?"

"Yeah?" Both answered in unison.

"You saw my little… skirmish earlier, right?"

"Oh yeah! That was insane!" Ranboo offered. Tubbo seemed to agree.

"Yeah! That was crazy! How'd you do that? You've gotta teach me, Foolish." Said man chuckled at the request and shook his head.

"I uh, don't think that's how that works. But I wanted to ask you guys something. You didn't seem too scared of it. Or me… I was wondering why?" Of course Foolish wouldn't complain about some people not afraid of him, but he found himself overwhelmingly curious why they weren't as scared as the others.

"Oh that's easy! You're a neat guy and all so I don't think we have a very good reason to be scared." Tubbo answered with confidence while Ranboo nodded sagely with an "mhmm, mhmm." Tubbo continued.

"Well cause like, you can look real scary and still be a decent person. But I think there'll always be someone givin you the nervous glance, you know the one." Foolish noticed how Tubbo's hand went up to unconsciously touch his still growing horns.

"Oh the stares are the worst! You'd think they'd be used to it by now. Like what the heck. " Ranboo visibly shuddered at the thought of several pairs of eyes staring him down and Foolish could hear a tiny enderman warble and saw his tail wrap around his ankles.

"Oh… I guess that makes sense. Yeah," Foolish sounded lighter than he had just moments prior as he smiled at his friends, one of which had headbutted the other when he realized that he was making enderman warbles. It looked like it hurt a bit given how tough the horns were and how bony the enderman looked, but they both just smiled playfully.

"Oi Foolish, come on! You look too sad." Tubbo separated from Ranboo to drag Foolish closer and Foolish watched as Tubbo struggled to wrap his arms around both of his very tall friends.

"Ugggghhhh, you're both too tall!" Foolish laughed harder this time and let himself be brought into an awkward hug that pushed that heavy feeling in his chest away for, if never again, at least that one moment.

[theincompetentgenius]

heyo~ can I get a matchup for mlqc, ikerev and dfel? (if possible ikevamp instead of dfel but I don’t wanna force anything lol) i’m 5’3 with just below shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. i’m a heavy ambivert, and though I lean towards shy most of the time, I’m a very friendly and open person that will make friends with almost anyone. I’m always smiling and am generally happy a lot, even though my extreme rbf™️ may say otherwise lmao. Some of my biggest hobbies include writing, goofing around with friends, and swimming (I’m on my high school’s swim team) I’m an incredibly generous person, which is good and bad, but know, whatever. I also don’t get angry very easily, and if I do it means you’re seriously annoying me. Lastly, if it helps at all, my hogwarts house is slytherin. sorry if this is too much T_T

Hey! I know this took forever and I’m really sorry about the wait. However, I hope you get to see it now and enjoy the matchup! (Also the length was totally fine, it actually helped me write all of this)

MLQC

I’d pair you with....................... Gavin!

Would you be surprised if I told you that my original choice was Victor? I mean the poor, grumpy CEO needs a bit of warmth in his life and your smile would be the perfect source! You’re not irritatingly happy, but your friendly attitude is a nice change from the anxious (and envious) stares he receives.  It would be an amazing duo, but I think Gavin beat Victor for a few reasons.

The officer is originally drawn to your generous nature. As a cop, he’s often exposed to the darker side of humanity. But every time he sees you giving an extra dollar to the homeless man at the side of the road, he’s reminded of why he became a police officer in the first place. However, if anyone takes advantage of your kindness, Gavin will always be there to help you (and possibly throw a punch at the douchebag).

Gavin adores your friendly attitude. Whether he’s having a difficult job or having a rough day, your bright smile pops into his mind and brightens his day. Throughout your relationship, your friendly and smiley attitude has rubbed off on him. It’s one of the reasons why he wants to spend all his time with you. Nothing can match the feeling in his chest when he sees you smile.

Also, hello fellow Slytherin! I’m 100% sure that Gavin would be a Hufflepuff, so he’d help you in your passionate and ambitious endeavors (intentionally and unintentionally)! Have a swimming competition coming up? He’ll help you train by showing you neat tricks. Got a crap ton of fics you want to write within the next few days? Leave it to Gavin to ironically give you the perfect idea.

Our boy is athletic (I mean, he wouldn’t be a police officer if he wasn’t), so the two of you go on swimming dates! At first, Gavin has a hard time looking at your direction without turning red (You pick your cutest swimsuit in your earlier dates), but he’s grown less bashful about it. The two of you race to the end of the swimming pool, but stakes are high as loser buys the winner any dinner of choice. Regardless of who wins, there’s always a big splash fest in the end as you spray Gavin with pool water. His retaliation? Taking you underwater for a short, sweet kiss.

Ikemen Revolution

I’d pair you with....................  Fenrir Godspeed!

Although it was pretty clear that I was pairing you with Fenrir, Zero would also be another possibility. The two of you would have been the softest couple in the Cradle. It would be so wholesome as Zero holds your hand with the biggest blush on his cheeks. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves (before I swing myself in that direction) because Fenrir is just as awesome. 

Fenrir is outgoing, so it’s a nice balance to your shy nature. He’s not intimidated by your rbf and can whip out a conversation within 3 nanoseconds. Although he’ll probably be guiding the conversation, Fenrir will ask you a bunch of open-ended questions to give you a chance to speak. From there, his suspicions will be confirmed that you’re nothing less than a ray of sunshine.

He’ll be helping you navigate your way through the Cradle and making sure that you’re having a good time, so you’ll be seeing him quite often. While the other officers warn you about his unpredictable nature, Fenrir acts fairly normal around you. He doesn’t want to scare you within the first few seconds of your elongated visit.

Be prepared for trouble because Fenrir will always involve you in his antics! It wasn’t intentional at first: you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, so Fenrir asked you for help. Although things went wrong very quickly, you felt a rush of adrenaline as you held Fenrir’s hand and ran across the Black Army HQ (trying to escape an angry Sirius). From then on, you’ve voluntarily become part of Fenrir’s shenanigans.

The rest of the Black Army is surprised the Fenrir hasn’t pissed you off yet. I mean, he’s managed to do it to all the other officials, so hasn’t he pushed your buttons? It’s because he’s seen you get angry once before (not at him) and it both managed to make him proud and scared. From there, he learned that there are very few things that make you mad-- and it’s in his good interests to avoid them for as long as possible.

Another Possibility: Zero

Ikemen Vampire

(alright, bare with me on this one since I’m still pretty new to IkeVamp. Let me know if you think I did a good job with this one!)

I’d pair you with................. Arthur Conan Doyle!

This is going to be an interesting relationship, that’s for sure. Originally, Arthot is going to approach you for the only thing he cares about: a good old meal. You’re tiny, cute, and your blood smells amazing. What’s there to lose?

However, I feel like you’d be able to evade his advances fairly smoothly. At first, you’re going to have some help from Napolean and Comte, but you figure him out fairly quickly on your own. Although he’ll be disappointed that he won’t get his blood, the writer is also impressed that you figured him out so soon.

During Arthot’s attempts to drink your blood, he’ll come across you furiously scribbling on loose pieces of paper. Although he hasn’t forgotten about his original mission, Arthur is more interested in your writing. He stands behind you and begins to scan over your messy writing, pulling out his glasses for a better look.

When you turn around, you nearly jump from your seat and clutch your work to your chest. Before you can say anything, Arthur smiles and praises your work. Then he grabs a seat and begins to discuss his thoughts on your writing (based on what he read). You begin to relax as he carefully examines the rest of your scribbles and gives you solid advice.

You begin to consult him more often about your literary piece. The various discussions allow for the two of you to grow closer. Arthur eventually forgets about his quest for ripe blood and grows invested in seeing your writing flourish. The two of you have coffee-chugging sessions (he’s the only one doing the coffee-chugging) in the middle of the night, mapping out the timeline and subplots of your writing. 

He later confides to you that his reason for being in the mansion is due to his writing. You’re initially surprised to learn that Sherlock Holmes is his biggest nightmare, but you listen with open ears to his concerns. After he’s done venting, you tell him with a winning smile that he’s been given another opportunity to live life without any regrets. You promise him that you’ll help him explore the other parts of life that he missed out on while being alive. 

Now Arthur can’t imagine his life without you.

Another Possibility: Napoleon Bonaparte