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How To (Maybe) Earn Forgiveness

Method what was it now 7 - peace offering.

Fundy had spent the past day or so working on a pie.

Knowledge from Niki, given freely however many moons ago. Ingredients from a variety of places, some acquired through more lawful means than others. Motivation from desperation.

Roll. Back and forth, up and down, side to side, repeat. He was already getting nervous. For all he knew, the avian didn't even like pie. Or sweets. Or berries. Or maybe he was allergic or some shit.

Press. He remembered the first time he'd done this. "Careful," Niki had warned, soft tone he'd never hear nowadays filling his ears. "You have to be gentle." Steady hand on his shoulder, voice calm and affectionate and not yet filled with familiar bitterness, because such harshness was foreign to Niki. "You can take your time." Was he rushing? Was this too much? Too little?

Pour. Make the filling. Once done, pour it in. Cut off what you can, use the remaining dough, make some strips, try and desperately cover over the innards with fancy designs. Had he covered it up too well?

Bake. Waiting. A lot of waiting. Had he waited too long? Not long enough?

Remove. Inspect the final product. Bubbly. Suitable color. But that didn't mean it was perfect. Only good enough. Would good enough be good enough?

Phil would be the judge of that, he supposed.

(It he wasn't good enough.)

(Try again.)

using theatrical metaphors when writing c!fundy is one of my favorite things to do because like. that bitch is a performer. by force or by choice he has never been genuine one day in his life and it keeps us both up at night

listen say what you will about fundy's doomsday arc but his quotes go so fucking hard and i will not hear otherwise

"my little champion."

a nickname. a derivative. you are mine. you are my child and my child alone. you will never grow to be something more. you are small, insignificant. your victories will mean next to nothing, because you are mine, and i lay claim to all that you do. the memory of my hands will stain your own touch, and you will keep me alive far after i am dead, because you are a part of me. a part. a product. never a whole, because that is a right reserved for those who can stand alone. i am a leader. you are a follower. you can take a different trail, but all roads lead back to me. you are my son. you are my son.

fundy will always be remembered as wilbur's son.

my little champion, and that's all you can be.