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aeshnalacrymosa · 6 months

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In Another Life

Based on my no-magic AU "The Green Branch"

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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are you taking prompts?

genderbend au, Bruna explaining she doesn't want a quinseñera because she dislikes being in the spotlight

Confession time, I have an entire genderbent AU in my head 😅

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As the triplets' fifteenth birthday got closer and closer, Almer despaired. How in the world were his children fifteen already? Had it truly been fifteen years since his Pedra was lost to him?

God, Bruna was looking more and more like her every day. She was smaller than her mother had been, thinner and much more quiet. But that face, the hair, that smile...She was Pedra in miniature.

And right now, her pretty face (her mother's face) was creased by an anxious frown. She shuffled from foot to foot, wringing her small hands.

"Papá, who'd want to come to a quinceañera for me?" she asked, looking at him with wide, sad eyes.

"You have that new friend, don't you?" he asked. He absentmindedly patted her shoulder, mentally running through today's checklist of duties and meetings. "Augusta?"

"Agustína," she corrected quietly. "B-but, um...That's just o-one person and-"

"Ay, mija, the village will come. Don't worry, you know they will."

That didn't seem to reassure her. On the contrary, she looked more nervous than ever.

Almer wished with all his might that Pedra was here. This was something Bruna needed her mamá for. She was growing up, a young woman already, and Almer could only do so much.

How his daughter remained so shy and nervous with Pepe frequently rough-housing with her (despite Almer's many warnings not to drag his sister into such antics), he would never understand. She was the only girl in a house of boys and, right now, Almer was sharply reminded of that fact.

Behind Bruna, on the stairs, Pedra's portrait seemed to look at him accusingly.

What did he know of dress shopping, or hair, or make-up? He wanted this to be perfect for her, but how on earth was he to manage that?

Pedra, I need you, he thought desperately. There was no answer, of course. Just Pedra's portrait and Pedra's daughter, her ghost and shadow; his little girl, not so little anymore.

A quinceañera was such an important event. Almer would make sure it was perfect.

Somehow.

He wanted that fear to leave his daughter's eyes. He wanted the shadow of failure and accusation to leave him.

He mustered up a smile and straightened Bruna's shoulders.

"Chin up, mija," he said. "This will be perfect."

"Er...Right," she said. "I-I just...I don't know if I-"

"I'll set aside some time tomorrow to take you shopping, okay?" He began to walk away, chin up and shoulders back, the proud and all-knowing leader of the Encanto. "Don't worry, Brunita. We'll handle it."

He barely heard her quiet, "Right," as he walked away.

(It wasn't until he found Juliano and Bruna in the kitchen at their own birthday, with Juliano calming his sister down from a panic attack, that he finally realised what Bruna had been trying to tell him all along)

#answers #asks #prompts #gender bender #gender bend au #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto prompts #encanto snippets #my writing #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #bruno madrigal #abuelo almer madrigal #bruna madrigal #the madrigal family #gender swap au

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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"Easy there mi vida. You're carrying precious cargo now." Felix said kissing his wife's cheek when she moved to stand and get a plate.

He slid a plate of her favorites in front of her whole she laughed a bit.

"Felix I'm literally just holding out grandchild. You're acting like I'm pregnant again." Pepa said smiling at him as she moved Mirabel to be resting comfortably in one arm so she could eat with her other hand.

"She's still precious cargo, some of the most precious cargo in the world." Felix said kissing his wife's cheek again and then kissing Mirabels tiny head.

"Mama can I have my baby back now?" Dolores asked smiling exasperated at her parents.

"Awww but I wanna cuddle and feed my nieta." Pepa pouted.

AS THEY SHOULD‼️‼️‼️

Sorry Dolores, but you can’t have her back <\3 I don’t make the rules. But in the event that you did get her back, she’s probably decked out in yellow. Pepa and Felíx had way too much fun dressing her up.

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto dolores #encanto pepa #encanto felix #mama dolores au #mamalores au #mamalores #abuela pepa #Abuelo Fèlix

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kappakukki · 2 years

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encanto au where everyone are all incubus/succubus

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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By cringe, is it super cringy dad jokes? Because if it is like, Pedro’s got 50 years to make up for it. And honestly, let the grandpa have his fun. Agustin will probably join in and annoy the others to death.

Oh no no not that kind of cringe. Pedro deserved his cringy dad jokes and you just gave me a new idea for a one shot in this universe, so thank you for that dear anon!

I imagine Pedro is a master at cringy dad jokes. You are right he had 50 years to think of them but never be able to apply them so now that he can? Ohhhhh boy, the triplets better watch out

#Alma just shakes her head in the distance #Her dorky husband is just as dorky as she remembers #The grandkids shake in horror because what if Abuelo gives their own fathers ideas???#encanto #encanto fanfic #my pedro lives au

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ramseysdumbsketchbook · 2 years

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🌤🕯

#sketch #my art #encanto #genderbend au #Pepa #Abuela Alma #Pepé #Abuelo Almo #have my drunken doodles

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pretentiouswreckingball · 1 year

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one day when i get my shit together I'm going to write a marauders rock band AU but set in Latin America in the 80's-00's and it's going to be amazing, just you wait

#i have this idea since last year but i need to sort my shit out before i even start to outline the thing #Like. Imagine #Los Abuelos de la Nada/Enanitos Verdes/Jarabe de Palo/Héroes del Silencio etc etc #i don't have the whole thing sorted out its mostly vibes at this point but i think it might be cool #rock en español marauders band au

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rosesandalfazemas · 2 years

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¡Estoy muy feliz! Mis fics tienen promedio entre 200 y 300 lecturas, y el tope se lo lleva el AU!Punk de UkArg con más de 800!! 8D - Estoy asombradísima, gracias por leer y compartir, de corazón. Esas cosas me hacen el día~ My Wattpad con mas fics por aquí~

#hetalia #latin hetalia #fanfiction #spanish fanfiction #ukarg #spampa #aph england #hwsengland #aph spain #aph argentina #aph ancestros #abuelo pampa #au!punk

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Decay AU | Dante and Abuelo

Decay watched by the door as her son played happily with his ghosts; his eyes a vivid glowing blue to see to what she couldn’t. The glow much like Tio Bruno’s used to go when he had his visions but she could see how happy little Dante was; talking to them and listening to what they had to say. It was odd getting used to this; a one sided conversation but she hadn’t heard anything to be concerning.

Of course, it was possible for him to bring them to the view of outsiders; to hear their conversations but this was still very new to him to fully grasp the expanse of his gift. Watcher Mirabel had said his gift was powerful. Decay didn’t doubt that but she knew better than to push him with exploring it too much. He was too young. He didn’t understand death…

Decay knew the day would come where he could encounter a…malleolus soul but she had to hope his ghost friends to shield him away from what she couldn’t. Her head tilted ad he paused, looking to a spot on the floor with a thoughtful look and drop his toys and held his hands up.

“Yes please! I so want to try!”

A shimmering glow echoed before transparent lines of a figure seemed to materialise upon her son’s frame, her heart leapt in fear before he rose into the air and seemed to settle into the frame of a tall male light of a blue hue seemed to settle some depth and shading. She stepped in, her hands clenching before she watched the figure turn to face her.

His other hand held up that wasn’t supporting Dante; almost like a surrender but… it was his face that made her gasp sharply out, her jaw dropping even as Dante was obviously poking the ghost’s clothes; more colour filtering into his frame.

“Abuelo Pedro?” She knew his face off by heart; she had passed his portrait every morning back in her AU, even the rooms here had a place dedicated to his memory, of all Pedro Madrigals that had given his life for his family.

Dante perked up, “He’s my new friend!”

Decay looked between though there was a fondness in her Abuelo’s face as he softly adjusted the child. Some part of her didn’t want to believe that…this was happening but she couldn’t deny it the weight that this gave her. If her Abuela knew… how could she react; knowing that her son could call her husband’s ghost to him when he so desired it. Decay knew Abuela had freaked out once when Camilo had been 5 and shifted into Abuelo; poor timing as Abuela had turned the corner at that moment.

It hadn’t been a forgettable moment.

But…Abuelo was here now. He…looked so alive, if muted; it was clear Dante wasn’t pushing for sound; only for a solid hold before Dante pulled Abuelo’s attention by prodding him cursorily in the cheek. Abuelo relaxed his other arm to properly hold his Bisnieto

“Dante,” Decay asked softly, stepping forwards towards them.

“Yes, mami?”

“Do you know who this is?”

Dante looked innocently to Abuelo thoughtfully. “His name is Pedro. He’s my friends.”

“No,” Decay smiled a little but shook her head and resisted the urge to run her fingers through his hair; that’s only lead to getting his hair caught into her prostheses again; she didn’t want to put him through that again. “This is my Abuelo Pedro. Your Bisabuelo Pedro, Mijo.”

Dante looked shocked at the idea. “I have a Bisabuelo?!” looking to his Bisabuelo quickly, “really?!”

Abuelo seemed to speak next, his lips moving and gently bobbed up and down as he spoke.

“this is the best day ever!” Dante exclaimed, “I… I got ice cream, my friend is my Bisabuelo and I get to play and have as much fun as I want with him!”

Decay’s throat tightened a little, but didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise… no this was…so much to take in. But, her son was happy and…Abuelo wasn’t looking displeased. He…accepted him so easily. Decay knew Dante was a bastard child given she wasn’t married and no doubt Abuela would shame her for that, but… Abuelo here accepted him. It flooded her with a sense of…relief. Joy. Dante had someone who would love him just as much as she did unconditionally.

#abuelo pedro #pedro madrigal #dante madrgial #decay au #decay isabela #decay dante #decay pedro #encanto #encanto au #drabble #abuela madrigal #isabela madrigal #dante madrigal #alma madrigal

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gutsfics · 2 years

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me & my bf played a few days of Stardew Valley in character as Thomas and Avalon and now i kind of want to make an au

#gutsfics.txt #itd be an offshoot of my rcd kids au. Thomas and Avalon decide they don't want to raise their kids in hollywood #so they move to Pelican Town bc Avalon's abuelo left him a farm there #my farmer Oskaar is still canon in it (i NEED someone to smooch Elliott fr) except he moves to Pelican Town on a whim #& stays in a cabin on T&A's farm and helps w farm chores for a bit until he marries Elliott n moves to the beach #......afterwhich he still helps on the farm he just doesnt live there any more

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reanimatedgh0ul · 2 months

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atp i'm just gonna make separate tag just for my dp hcs specifically bc some of these aren't exclusive to re:animated au

#1) for convenience so i don't have to scroll my general tag everytime i wanna cross reference smth #2) don't wanna put in the generally dp tag out of having to clarify to ppl who don't already know i hc the fentons as mexican lol #like exploration of fenton family generational trauma isn't exclusive that au bc atp it's just my general take on them #same goes for danny's abuelo being in the picture #also the tag for rn is gonna robi hcs btw #robi rambles

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dalberadiata · 3 months

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Skwisgaar le enseña a Toki a tocar con una guitarra de abuelo

Parte del AU en el que Toki se quedó con su familia u.u

#mtl #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwistok #my art

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 1 year

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Pedro remembered the way the midwife eyed Bruno warily, the way she said “If he lasts the night, he should be fine.”

“He will,” Pedro had said firmly, holding his baby close. “Mi bébé is a fighter.”

Pedro stayed up with him all night, hardly daring to blink, his heart freezing and dread washing over him whenever Bruno’s little raspy breaths stuttered.

“Ay, mijo,” Pedro whispered as he sat on the windowsill with Bruno. Alma, Julieta and Pepa were fast asleep. “My poor boy.”

Bruno whined, waving his tiny fists and Pedro held Bruno against his heart, gently shushing him and rubbing his back.

“I know, I know,” he said softly. “You’re probably wanting your mamí and hermanas, sí? Well…” He swallowed heavily, tears stinging his eyes. “How about we make a deal, Brunito? You keep breathing and I’ll bring you right back to them, okay? You just keep breathing and I’ll keep you safe.” Pedro kissed the top of Bruno’s head, letting his tears fall into his son’s patch of soft hair, as black as Pedro’s own. “Keep breathing. Fight. Live. Just keep breathing.”

Please just keep breathing.

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Pedro Madrigal has always been watching his family and he's made a few promises of his own.

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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But no. What about a Mamalores where Pepa and Felix are 100000% ready to be her Abuela and Abuelo?

YESSSS 😭😭

I love me some Abuela Pepa and Abuelo Felíx. Always and forever baby 👂👁👄👁👂💅

#encanto #encanto au #au #encanto antonio #abuela pepa #abuelo Felíx #mamalores au #mamalores #mama dolores au

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yellowcry · 2 months

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To blame

Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for every little thing that went wrong. But it... It wasn't just blaming

For @miracles-and-butterflies AU where Pedro's family got the worst gift combination in his opinion

It was a little bit after midnight. Isabela was never the type to go to bed early. But usually, she stayed inside. After most of the family left, he got a strict schedule and forbade them from going out in the night.

It wasn't like he cared about them, but in the last years, Abuelo's behavior was definitely getting more snappish and strict. Isabela was honestly never on good terms with Pedro, but it was probably better than Luisa. Even if she had to admit that they were getting better over time. Luisa wasn't so loud or demanding now.

Things weren't good. Most of the family wasn't with them anymore. Tío Bruno had left. The entire warm branch had left. Mirabel.... she left too, just in a way darker sense.

Isabela was startled by a quiet, holden back sobbing, that was followed by hissing from the nursery. "Luisa" she got it immediately, not only by the voice but also with the fact that no one else could be in here at such a late time. What was Luisa doing anyway? She didn't sound okay.

Isabela didn't like to admit how concerned she was. Maybe it was because of Mirabel, but she couldn't stand the idea of leaving Luisa unattended. Besides, her sister was always a huge fan of hiding her feelings, not like Isabela could blame her. So this was something strange at least.

"Hey, muscle, what's the problem?" She laughed, peeking through the doorway. Luisa's breathing froze and she almost jumped on her bed in panic.

Isabela's smile faded way faster than it appeared, as she looked at Luisa in the candlelight that was burning on a nightstand next to Luisa. The bleeding bruises on her shoulders shined in the weak light. Tensing her eyes, Isabela was getting a better and better view of what was going on. Luisa's arms were covered in bruises. Some still fresh and bleeding, pink, red, and Luisa's favorite bright purplish color; others were fading yellow, disappearing in another patch. Luisa's arms had more bruises than healthy skin. Somewhere Isabela could spot burning scars, parts of sickingly white skin.

Isabela was never squeamish. She could say she dealt with injuries pretty well. It didn't make her less sick from the sight. Luisa's arms looked more like a painted canvas, decorated in so many colors.

"The fuck happened to you?" She muttered, horrified, stepping into the nursery. Casita's floorboards cracked under her feet. Luisa's eye twitching only made her more tense. "Luisa? What the hell?"

She was horrified in too many senses of this word. Luisa wrapped herself in a blanket, shamingly covering her injured arms. Isabela could hear sweat running down Luisa's face. "It..." Luisa's breathing hitched, her heart was running a marathon at this moment. "Abuelo." She breathed out, looking down.

Abuelo? What did she... Oh, crap no... he didn't... Was he the one to do this?

No, Isabela always knew that their grandfather didn't like Luisa. Coming with a lack of a gift. But this? This wasn't just yelling or pushing the blame for no reason. It was much, much worse than Isabela could ever think of.

Another sob escaped Luisa, as she was trembling. Isabela wasn't good at comforting. What would she have to do now? She awkwardly patted Luisa's spine. "Here... Here..."

Through her barely restrained cries, Luisa muttered an explanation. "It started because others were leaving the family."

Of course, Isabela knew that Abuelo blamed Luisa for the fact that everyone was going away from this hell of a family. He yelled at Luisa for hours when it happened for the first time. Abuelo was blaming Luisa for everything. Even before this all. And she knew that he was blaming Luisa for this too.

Her stomach twitched into a painful knot. She had a goddamn superhearing. Why didn't she know sooner? And even without her gift... Luisa was acting so off all this time. Now, more and more realizations were creeping into Isabela. From being extremely loud, Luisa went to a much more quiet self. She never argued with Abuelo now. It was so obvious that something was going on with her. Yet, Isabela never even think about it.

She wants to throw up. Not from the sight of injuries, but from realization. Isabela had never liked her grandfather, but now.... She would never call this monster "Abuelo" ever again. This bastard... He was the reason why almost everyone left. And he had the guts to blame Luisa and harm her?

Isabela's fists clenched, she growled slightly. Her veins popped out of her neck from tensed rage. "What the fuck is wrong with him?"

Luisa's eyes shifted to the candle flame. "I don't know." She rubbed her upper arm, trying to calm down the itching from her injuries.

Isabela had too many questions. Why didn't Luisa tell anyone? Why would Pedro blame her? She was so mad. Filled with hatred over this.

Luisa still looked tensed, almost on the brink of tears. "It hurts..." She breathed out, leaning against the headboard. And Isabela had no idea of how to react to this. Pedro was a dick.

"I'm going to kill him." Isabela looked at the floor, trying to do her best to hold herself down.

She had lost one sister already. And she certainly wasn't going to lose another one.

#encanto #fanfic #ao3 author #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal

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anonymous-dentist · 3 months

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Or: the childhood friends au:

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Roier doesn’t remember a lot of his childhood, but he remembers enough to know that he was a bit of a little shit. He was a problem child. He probably has the outline of a shoe tattooed onto his back after all the shit he got up to as a kid.

(R-01 gets one hour of supervised outdoor time every day to keep him from getting sick. He sits beneath the big oak tree in the facility’s enclosed garden, and he lets his fingers twist in the grass beneath him.

[The grass isn’t real, but he doesn’t know this yet.]

He sticks his tongue out to catch the sunlight, all of seven years old and unsure as to what sunlight tastes like.

Abuelo stands by him complaining, but all R-01 hears is static.

And then there’s a rough hand yanking him to his feet and dragging him back into the facility. Apparently, according to Abuelo, someone has managed to sneak into the facility.)

But it’s fine, really. Roier doesn’t need to remember his past to know who he is, and he knows who he is. He’s Roier! He likes tacos and kissing men.

In his sleep, Cellbit rolls onto his side and latches a clingy arm over Roier’s waist. He snuggles close, face burying itself in Roier’s shoulder with a pleased little ‘Mrrp!’ noise. His tail brushes against Roier’s thigh just once before settling down.

Roier smiles into the night. There are dark circles under his eyes and a sick feeling in his stomach and a gnawing something in the back of his mind.

He can’t sleep. Which is kinda funny, really, considering he’s usually the one asleep clinging to his overworking husband.

(R-01 stays in his cell for days listening for the jingle of Abuelo’s keys, but all he hears is the familiar screaming of the duck in the room next door. Must be her feathers again.

With a sigh, R-01 paces to the other side of his cell. She’s loud!

That’s when he hears it: a soft sobbing from the cell next to Roier’s. Not the duck, she’s loud. This is quiet, and there isn’t any quacking.

R-01 gasps. Someone new!

“Hola?” he dares whisper, not too loud ‘cause he doesn’t want to get in trouble, but he doesn’t like crying. It’s illegal. Abuelo doesn’t like it.

The crying stops. Then something taps at the wall right next to Roier’s ear. Another tap, and another, and it’s code, right? It has to be!

R-01 isn’t very smart, Abuelo tells him this every time they do their lessons, but he’s got this! If it’ll keep his new neighbor from crying and getting in trouble, he’ll solve this… this enigma!)

Richarlyson is with Bad again, and Pepito is staying with Quackity again, and Cellbit is asleep. So it’s just Roier and his thoughts and the distinct lack thereof that he’s trying to find somewhere in the mess that is his silly goofy little brain.

“You’re thinking,” Cellbit suddenly grumbles, jolting Roier from his thoughts (and the distinct lack thereof.) His voice is thick with sleep. Adorable. “Stop thinking. That’s my job.”

“What? You? Thinking? No way.”

Roier shifts in bed until he’s on his side facing Cellbit. Cellbit moves with him, pulling him fully into his arms and melting as Roier’s fingers find their ways to the hair at the base of his ears.

“Go back to sleep, gatinho,” Roier says.

Cellbit purrs at him in mild disagreement.

“What’s wrong?” Cellbit asks. He’s only halfway awake, but at least he cares.

(R-01 slowly manages to figure it out. He uses his mandatory arts and crafts time with Abuelo practicing his alphabet with colorful finger paints that make Abuelo sneer in disgust every time R-01 uses them on his own face.

His neighbor is talking to him, and it’s a secret. R-01 is basically a spy!

Every tap is a letter, he thinks. So two taps means “B”! Easy.

So, while Abuelo is busy with the duck, R-01 sneaks to the other wall and taps out a “Hola!”

The response is immediate and a bit too fast for him to be able to get, but he hears seven taps and then one tap and that’s “G” and “A” and there’s gotta be more, right? What words start with that?

Hesitantly, R-01 taps out: “MEOW”.

The duck screams. The neighbor laughs. The guards outside start shouting and banging and shooting. Footsteps come down the hallway, and then they say, “No.”

And then it’s quiet.)

“Nothing,” Roier lies. But, well, it’s only sorta a lie, right? Nothing illegal. Marriage-illegal.

“Okay,” Cellbit simply says, and then it’s quiet.

He purrs, rusty from exhaustion.

Roier pets him idly, eyes shut tight.

“It’s just…” he slowly says, “Bagi isn’t a cat hybrid, is she?”

Cellbit’s purring stops.

(R-01 wakes up on the table this time. He screams as the bear’s scalpel cuts into the skin beneath his eye, squirming in his restraints.

“No,” the bear simply says.

It’s the mean one, the one with the knife. R-01 doesn’t like this one; it’s the one he heard outside of the cat’s room. And he hasn’t heard from the cat since.)

Roier doesn’t remember much of his childhood, but at least he remembers having a childhood. Cellbit doesn’t have that luxury. It’s kind of his whole thing at the moment, working through his assloads of trauma one tiny little baby step at a time.

All Roier knows, and all that Cellbit knows, is that Cellbit crashed onto the island with cat ears and a tail, and that Bagi is totally and entirely human.

“But maybe you just got the furry genes,” Roier suggests.

He feigns a yawn and scratches the spot between Cellbit’s ears he knows makes Cellbit turn to goo, and goo does Cellbit become.

“Guapito…” Cellbit sighs.

Roier cuts him off with a ‘Shhh.’

“In the morning,” he promises. “I promise.”

“Mmmm,” Cellbit agrees, as smart and as well-spoken as ever. “‘Kay.”

Roier smiles, more genuine, and he kisses Cellbit once before at least trying to relax. It’s fine, right?

(R-01 gets one hour of supervised outdoor time every day to keep him from getting sick.

He waits until Abuelo isn’t paying attention to stretch his hand up towards the sun.

The duck is gone. They’re still looking for her. And R-01 is still looking for the cat.

The garden is surrounded by four walls, but there’s no ceiling. Just the open air, because ducks can’t fly. No risk of escape.

But spiders can climb.

Squeezing one eye shut and sticking his tongue out in concentration, R-01 points his fingers at the top of the nearest wall like how he thinks a superhero would. Because he is a superhero now!

The web comes out as painfully as ever, but all R-01 cares about is the wind against his skin as he’s pulled out of the garden and to freedom.

Abuelo is angry and shouting down below, but who cares? R-01 is a superhero now! They made him one, and he’s got a kitty to save somewhere!)

[Cellbit’s parents used to chastise him and his sister, telling him, “Curiosity killed the cat!” But Bagi had always argued that, well, so what? They aren’t cats! They’re people!

But then the bear said the same thing as it stuck the IV in Cellbit’s arm. And Cellbit thought of the dead little girl with rabbit ears he found in the woods, and the dead little boy with the bird wings, and, at the ripe old age of eleven years old, he cried as he realized how big of a mistake he had made.]

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#dunno how I feel about this one tbh #I just wanted the idea down yk?

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