The Monkey Man Fandom Naming The Nameless Main Character Kid, Which In Doing So Also Tagging All Fanfiction

the monkey man fandom naming the nameless main character “kid”, which in doing so also tagging all fanfiction with “#kid” has got my timeline messed UP! i don’t want to see NO CHILDREN on “my tags”!!!i want to ONLY SEE the loml, dev patel in monkey man (2024) DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!!!!

graphic design is my passion

title cards in The Green Knight

"There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close" + "I’m dying and I’m confessing my love for you"

✦ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: "The Kid" (Monkey Man) x GN!Reader

✦ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff + angst

✦ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: wrote this on the plane hope this good :)

[21:54] Chest heaving, legs burning and eyes darting for somewhere to hide, panic grips your heart like a vice. Spotting a suitable hiding place behind a dilapidated half wall, you grab your injured companion and urge him towards it. You let him lean on you while limping over to the wall and struggling over from the pain and blood loss.

“Hey, hey! Keep your eyes open, please.” You whisper, panting from running for several blocks to escape your pursuers, while brushing the man’s sweat-soaked curls from his sweat-slick forehead. His eyes droop and flutter, exhausted yet still squeezing a hand over bleeding bullet wounds. 

Multiple thunderous footsteps and shouts draw your attention away for a moment, looking just above the half wall to watch as the police force darts past where you’re hiding, making you breathe a shaky sigh of relief. A bloody hand grasps your elbow to direct your gaze back to its owner who lies bleeding and struggling to speak.

“Save your breath,” You plead, pushing down the rising queasiness to replace his hand with yours over the bulletwound at his shoulder and pressing down, ignoring the pained grunt he emits in response.

“There’s something… I need to tell you…” He wheezes, hand squeezing your elbow to hold your attention. But you shake your head – there'll be time for confessions later – you tell yourself. There has to be. If not… you won't think about that.

“Please,” he speaks, surprisingly firmly for a man losing time in your arms, leaving a bloody print on your cheek as he holds it to draw you so close you can feel every shaking breath, smell the sweat and blood on him.

His eyes, deep, dark and wet, take your focus, counting each of his long lashes, hoping not to forget the sight of him living and breathing. Though imagining him as anything else makes you sick right down to your heart.

Luscious lips move and oh, how you wish to see them quirk up in that rare, awkward smile – the smile of a man with so little good in his life and deserving of so much more of it.

“I–” he starts, or tries, before cutting himself off with a pained groan and a deep heaving breath that has you leaning forward to… comfort him? Kiss him?

What?

“I love you.” What?

The fact you see his lips moving around the words keeps you from thinking you've just experienced an auditory hallucination, but if the contrary were to be proven, you wouldn't be surprised.

You simply blink at him for a moment and that blessed smile is back again, born from your doubtlessly amusing expression. The sincerity of his gaze would've floored you were you not already sitting on the grimy street.

His bloody caramel hand slides over your skin, wet with sweat, grime and now his life's essence. You grab it, keeping it against you despite the sticky feeling it brings, “I’m afraid that might be the blood loss talking.”

Dark curls move in all directions as he vehemently shakes his head, eyes open and honest, genuinely terrified that his one chance to tell you how he feels is slipping between bloody fingers.

You take him in one last time – this is the man you love. Despite the mystery and the danger and the secrets. Because he cares, and shows it when it matters most.

And he will not die here today. Not on your watch. Not before you've properly savored this wonderful new feeling.

“I love you too.” You speak resolutely, arm reaching under his to support his body as best you can, “But if you intended for those to be your last words, though they are very lovely, I won't let that happen.”

Seeking his fluttering eyes, you hold his gaze, “You are not dying here tonight.”

Taking a deep breath, you begin walking forward out of the alley as he watches – falling for you all over again.

him laughing is just 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

a case of dev patel brainrot

this pic of him has me WEAKKKKKKK

His smile 💗

my favorite animal is me when i hear the song i associated to my f/o being played in public and legitimately tweaking !

in my case: entre caníbales - soda stereo

thanks to this delicious edit 🙂‍↕️