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ao3 link; original tumblr post with context
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Monokuma/Pekoyama Peko
Characters: Pekoyama Peko, Monokuma
Other tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously
This is somehow the only fanwork I have completed so far. I might as well inflict it on dreamwidth as well. Monopeko 5ever.
She was never good at comforting others, especially not verbally. That hadn’t changed even now, even after countless nights silently curled in his tender embrace. What could she even say that wouldn’t ring hollow?
Perhaps what she’d want to hear herself.
“You… are more than a past that was beyond your control, Kuma. You cannot undo what has already been done, only keep moving forwards.”
He turned to face her, paws gripping the safety rail.
“Even if I was made for this? If I exist for nothing else?”
“Am I not the same?”
Monokuma fell silent again. A small whir emanated from his core, almost reminiscent of a sigh. He leaned into her touch.
Peko cupped his cheek with her fingers, her thumb tracing a gentle path around his jagged red eye. At first she’d found his appearance grotesque, mismatched features a mockery of the bears he was modelled after. She hadn’t yet realised that her revulsion wasn’t at him- that when she looked at him it was like staring into her own soul, stark black and white mapping out what in her had long blurred into grey. He was barely a bear but she barely felt human.
Nowadays, gazing fondly into his eyes, she wondered how she could have thought they were anything but beautiful. Noticing her reflection in the slightly scratched glass, she wondered what he thought about hers. If they could be beautiful too.
She smiled and turned to the horizon. Broken buildings no longer obscured the open sky in the distance, the sunset staining it a more vibrant orange than the fires that had taken them down. The fires that had burned the strings tying them to their masters.
They would never be tools again. .
Rating: General Audiences
Relationships: Monokuma/Pekoyama Peko
Characters: Pekoyama Peko, Monokuma
Other tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously
Pekoyama and Monokuma have a tender moment together.
Crack that got out of hand.
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“She made me do terrible things, Peko.”
She was never good at comforting others, especially not verbally. That hadn’t changed even now, even after countless nights silently curled in his tender embrace. What could she even say that wouldn’t ring hollow?
Perhaps what she’d want to hear herself.
“You… are more than a past that was beyond your control, Kuma. You cannot undo what has already been done, only keep moving forwards.”
He turned to face her, paws gripping the safety rail.
“Even if I was made for this? If I exist for nothing else?”
“Am I not the same?”
Monokuma fell silent again. A small whir emanated from his core, almost reminiscent of a sigh. He leaned into her touch.
Peko cupped his cheek with her fingers, her thumb tracing a gentle path around his jagged red eye. At first she’d found his appearance grotesque, mismatched features a mockery of the bears he was modelled after. She hadn’t yet realised that her revulsion wasn’t at him- that when she looked at him it was like staring into her own soul, stark black and white mapping out what in her had long blurred into grey. He was barely a bear but she barely felt human.
Nowadays, gazing fondly into his eyes, she wondered how she could have thought they were anything but beautiful. Noticing her reflection in the slightly scratched glass, she wondered what he thought about hers. If they could be beautiful too.
She smiled and turned to the horizon. Broken buildings no longer obscured the open sky in the distance, the sunset staining it a more vibrant orange than the fires that had taken them down. The fires that had burned the strings tying them to their masters.
They would never be tools again.
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All this to say I love that your first contribution to this community and the first ship fic to be posted here is THIS of all things. Very ballsy of you! I live for the chaos, this pleases your Supreme Leader!
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Swear I'll go through your own writing at some point, I just feel a bit fried today :'D