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Foolish’s POV
Foolish is a god- one of the most powerful and feared members of the SMP. Even Dream was wary of him- even Sam avoided him with caution. Everybody around him was careful; except for one person. He may be a god, but he knew damn well that he was lucky. Lucky as he was standing in his kitchen with a nice black, baggy sweater with pink hems on the collar, bottom, and sleeves. Lucky as he wore white pyjama shorts that went just above his knees, his dusty pink hair tied back in a ponytail- his black, circle rimmed glasses resting atop his nose. Lucky as he was comfortable and fond of his kitchen. Lucky that he was comfortable with somebody else upstairs. Lucky because the mere idea of the person upstairs was enough to have him currently struggling to read a cookbook on how to make the perfect ricotta pancakes. Where the fuck do I even find ricotta? Didn’t matter, he would. He drew his finger across the page as he walked over to a tall cupboard the human upstairs couldn’t reach and grabbed out the sugar- he already had out the rest of the ingredients. Except that fuckin’ ricotta.
He groaned slightly and placed a hand to his forehead. If Dream was here he’d be laughing in his face at the fact the god of undying was cursing out a type of cheese. He’d also probably laugh at the fact he was pissed over cheese due to a human who was currently peacefully asleep in his bed. And to that, all Foolish could argue was that he was lucky. So very lucky. He smiled warmly to himself as he quickly went to go grab a whisk from a drawer in the east side of the kitchen. It was mornings like these where the sun made his glasses simmer and his pale skin feel warmed and sunkissed that he realised just how lucky he really was.
Ponk had been through a lot, that much was pretty obvious. He’d had an abusive relationship with the man Foolish hated most- at least since..since Ponk. Now Sam just knew to stay far away from the god if he wanted to keep his head. Foolish was lucky because Ponk didn’t close off to him. He was lucky because Ponk gave him a chance . Foolish had fought for everything in his life. It wasn’t as spoiled as you would expect for the totem god, rather quite tough. He fought against control, he fought against the egg, he fought for freedom- and then he got hurt. He was so used to fighting he had never been prepared for Ponk to willingly give him a chance, for Foolish to not have to fight for his affection. Ponk had been open to him even when he honestly shouldn't have been. Ponk should have been scared of him, he should have still been traumatised, and yet for some strange reason he wasn’t.
People are always scared of the people who just want to help. The people who want to help are feared because they are willing to stand up for what's right.
He had said that the first night the two got alone, They had been on a ridge over a flower forest, examining the falling sun as the lush petals fluttered through the wind. His skin had been beautifully glistening and sparkling.
And people aren’t scared of monsters? He had countered.
Well, of course they are. There's a difference in the fear though- between you and Dream.
He had known he was afraid of being like Dream. If course he had, Ponk had known everything about him- it’s how he managed to navigate to his heart.
How so?
Well, people bow down to you and want to please you- don’t want to get on your bad side. People run away from Dream. People hate him.
People hate me.
I don’t.
He remembered distinctly the flutter in his chest once Ponk had said that. It made him pause for a good two minutes and click my tongue. I’d watched the birds fly above and peck at the flowers below. I remembered. I had hesitantly stood up and leaned down over the ridge and picked up a singular red rose and paused before pulling myself back up. I remember the saliva thickly in my mouth.
Do you hate Dream?
I had gently handed him the flower, watching his eyes widen slightly.
Yeah, a bit.
And now said god is struggling to make sweet berry and cream pancakes while Ponk is still asleep upstairs, probably cuddling a blanket. Technically he should be able to do this with ease, he was smart- and yet these feeble pancakes were causing him such distress. He let out a crooked groan. How did Ponk do these things with such ease? He felt that warm prick of fondness once more, a fondness he never really had felt before.
You should be scared of me.
Where’s the fun in that?
He always had to fight for things- and right now, Ponk deserves to be fought for.
In his thinking he had managed to get flour all over his countertop and a pan on the stove as he made sure not to gas out the house. He sighed softly as he whisked in an egg with the milk, flour, vanilla and some sugar. He was lucky because as a god, he had never felt more content. That was a major difference between him and XD- Foolish was content living a normal life, hell he wanted to live a normal life to an extent. His current definition of normal was using his abilities to protect who and what he loves.
You’re just annoyed at certain people being scared of you.
What?
Well, I don’t see you asking Wilbur why he’s scared of you.
As he should be. People should be scared of me, I earned it.
Do you want me to be scared of you?
He remembered how he had frozen as Ponk put the flower behind his ear.
No.
And Ponk had been right. Of course he had been, Ponk was much more wise than you would expect. Foolish may be a god, but then may Ponk be his muse.
He silently grabbed some berries from his fridge- not sweet berry bushes- and put some in the mix as he grabbed the flour and mixed it in too. He smiled as the batter thickened slightly in his whisk. He snorted slightly in content. Shark thing.
He gently whisked in the baking powder and soda before he walked back to the pan to oil it, letting it spread around for a minute before he grabbed a ladle to scoop out the batter.
Will you let me not be scared of you then? Please?
Will you give me a chance to try?
He poured the first bit of batter onto four separate circles, watching them cook slowly.
Will you let me give you a shot?
Will you let me give you a reason too?
What’s the reason?
I love you.
He silently flipped them and hummed contently. He went over to grab some whipped cream, smiling warmly as he tipped it into a bowl and prepared to whisk at supersonic speed- he didn’t have an electric mixer. He’d donated it to Niki and Puffy. He flipped some pancakes once again, wanting them to be perfectly golden- like his crown. The same crown he was lucky enough to not have to wear around his lover- lucky enough to trust him.
Can I try it on? He had asked, eyes wide and shimmering, and how could Foolish refuse seeing this tiny human in his crown.
Sure, why not.
It had been way too big for his head and rested on his fluffy hair.
How do I look? Fearless? Hot?
Adorable.
Well that’s not what I was going for.
And yet he could never find himself to say what he really had thought right then and there.
Perfect .
He looked absolutely perfect.
He placed the rest of the batter on the pan as he scooped the next batch of pancakes into a bowl and finished whisking the cream, sugar, and vanilla extract together. Foolish crown was fit for a god- and a god had been who wore it. He heard the patter of footsteps just as the last few pancakes cooked. He smiled and quickly ran to grab the syrup and leftover berries out of the fridge as he scooped the last pancakes into the bowl and set up the condiments. He felt his heart flutter all the way up his throat when he saw Ponk at the top of the stairs, white T-shirt with plaid shorts, hair messy and fluffy.
You look beautiful, Ponk.
Yeah? Keep going.
Well, you look like a bunch of stars glittering upon themselves over your night sky of a face. I mean it when I say that- don’t look at me like that, I mean it. I adore you.
Wow, hefty words coming from a god!
“Good morning.”
“Did you- how?”
“Well, I didn’t find that damned fucking ricotta, but I managed to use cream instead.” he offered with a happy snort.
Hefty words coming from anyone, my dear.
Moreso you, how did I get a god to wilt at my feet?
I do not know, but if you find out, let me know. I want to figure out how to make a precious human fall for me as swiftly as you made me for the versa.
Formal much?
Always for you,
The totem god fell for a mortal who had creamy brown eyes, pale blond-white hair, and a knack for trouble. The totem god fell in love.
And a god he may be, but gods weren’t supposed to fall in love. So as he watched Ponk scurry down the stairs and into his arms, offering a soft and long kiss on the lips with Foolish trailing ‘I love you’s down his jaw as he kissed a long, he knew he was lucky. As he realised he was in love, he knew he was lucky- because gods weren’t supposed to fall in love.
And so the god became human.