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Día 4: Diferencia de altura y personalidad.

Ciro parece ser él que tomaría la iniciativa y 'llevaría las riendas' la mayor parte del tiempo, mientras Fenton es más impulsivo y al mismo tiempo tímido en sus avances UwU

Day 4: Height and personality difference.

Gyro seems to be the one who would take the initiative and 'call the shots' most of the time, while Fenton is more impulsive and at the same time shy in his advances UwU

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[citricconnor]

Day 04: Height Difference @fenroweek2023

Late again but it's the thought that counts! last drawing of Gyro holding Fenton like a cat only goes on inside his head

[georgiarose]

Fenro Week 2023 Prompt 4: Height Difference

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[sherbetlemonss]

@fenroweek2023 Day 1: Work!!

This is a series of little drawings of their routine of getting ready for work!! I think its cute 👍 i did try and be creative with the prompts but ive strayed too far from the core of the prompt i fear but oh well here it is

Singulars ->

[rommaru]

Fenro Week 2023 Day 6: Proposal, wedding.

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Inspired by @silvernadfics and her latest story Guía definitiva para mudarse con Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera.

As Silver pointed out, Fenton is denser than a black hole which requires Gyro to make bigger and unconventional efforts to take their relationship further.

[shychick-52]

Fanfic - Fenro Week 2023

Here is my contribution for Day 2 (Family, Healing/Beginnings, Future) of @fenroweek2023.

It is a direct sequel to my story from last year's Fenro Week, Thank You, taking place immediately where that left off. Doesn't yet have a title XD

Gizmoduck didn’t have the strength in him to rise or open his eyes, let alone continue to fight. Both he and the armor fared poorly after his battle with 2-BO. He didn’t think either of them would survive another attack.

Out of all the opponents he faced, the little robot boy proved his most formidable and dangerous.

As Gizmoduck lay on the pavement in the damaged suit, vulnerable without his helmet- which had been discarded by 2-BO, now cracked and useless beside him (fortunately, Inspector Tezuka had managed to temporarily taser him before he could harm his exposed head or face)- he could feel 2-BO’s shadow suddenly creep over him, blocking out the sun as he loomed high, poised to strike the finishing blow.

No. It can’t end like this. M’ma… Huey… Gyro… all my friends. I’m sorry. I failed everybody.

But then something else moved in directly above him. A voice. Gyro’s voice… unusually earnest and pleading.

“2-BO! You are not evil! You are good!”

To Fenton’s absolute horror, the sound of 2-BO’s rocket thrusters became increasingly audible. He forced open his eyes-

Gyro boldly stood on the hovering platform that had been occupied by Akita only moments ago, standing between the fallen hero and 2-BO, the latter swooping down like a bird of prey upon his victim. And with 2-BO, Fenton’s heart also plummeted.

A million things exploded through his mind at once.

G-Gyro? You…? NO! What are you doing? You’ll be killed!

Blathering blatherskite, I’ve never felt more useless! He willed everything he had to get up and get Gyro out of there, but to no avail.

What even made him change his mind about 2-BO? And I’ve never heard him sound like that before!

He’s… risking his life to s-save me…?

“You’re more than your programming!” Gyro continued to cry out in a desperate bid to get through to his invention, with even more emotion.

Fenton was barely aware of Huey’s presence, tightly gripping the right shoulder of the Gizmoduck armor as he likewise observed the terrifying turn of events.

And yet, an ounce of hope remained. A tiny spark, awaiting the perseverant fanning into a flame.

“Come on, Boyd,” Huey whispered, confirming he felt it too.

Gyro… 2-BO…

The remaining seconds ticked by as if in slow-motion, with no change, almost tauntingly. Fenton was just about to yell out to Gyro to get out of the way, to save himself, when his lanky mentor yelled, voice hitching, “YOU ARE A DEFINITELY. REAL. BOY!”

2-BO dove straight for Gyro’s outstretched arms-

A collective gasp burst out of Fenton, Huey, and also Tezuka, where she held the handcuffed Akita.

-And smashed into him with his ready fist.

The horrified, pained screeches of the little audience seemed to rock the street, a sonic-boom briefly shooting along the wind before it altogether dropped (leaving behind the remnants of an echo), just like-

“GYRO!”

“NO!”

The platform descended, presenting them with the crumpled, bloody form of their friend.

2-BO, meanwhile, was nowhere in sight. He had apparently blasted off elsewhere. But even though the rest of the city was doomed, all Fenton could think about was Gyro.

“Dr. Gearloose?” Huey wept, kneeling over him.

He carefully examined his vitals, before hoarsely exclaiming “He’s- he’s g-gone!”

The ever-loyal Lil Bulb slowly emerged from the inside pocket of Gyro’s vest, collapsing on his inventor’s unmoving chest in a pool of crimson. Half his bulb was completely cracked, broken, exposing the dented filament. His limbs were a mangled mess, right leg and left arm uselessly dangling by thread-like wiring. A slow, disjointed series of buzzes and whirrrrs rose.

Fenton wrestled his way out of the armor, crawling to Gyro’s side. “Oh, Dr. Gearloose… Gyro. I’m so sorry. I’m so very sorry,” he whispered, shaking with the fervency of his own sobs, which surpassed even Huey’s. He gingerly cradled his upper body to him, stroking his matted, stained feathers. He looked so small in Fenton’s lap, and his glasses and hat were lost, making him look twice as vulnerable.

With Akita safely locked in the Inspector’s car, she too approached the scene. Her countenance was a mix of grim, furious, and forlorn as she removed her hat, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched.

Every one of Gyro’s organs and ribs had to be shattered. As it was, both arms were bent and twisted in gruesomely unnatural positions. And only then did Fenton catch the edge of naked bone stabbing clean through the right elbow.

Fighting the mounting tsunami of nausea, he quickly ordered Huey not to look.

It didn’t deter Fenton from his unexplainable burning need to hold Gyro close as though he might never let go, to protect him. An unstoppable torrent of hot, thick tears gushed down his face, splashing onto Gyro’s.

He was overcome with the most disconcerting sensation of detachment from reality, from time, from his own body, leaving him wracked with the agony of a gaping, hollowed-out cavity in his own chest where a crushing heaviness took residence.  

Minutes later, the reverberating blast of plasma fire in their direct vicinity was all but lost on Fenton like background din.

What immediately followed without a beat- Gyro disintegrating into literal nothingness- was not.

The windows to Fenton’s soul snapped, stretched to their capacity. He could see his own tears being flung away, tiny crystal-like fragments, again in almost slow-motion. It was a wonder his mind was in any condition to process this unspeakable new development. A raw, unearthly scream wrenched from his throat as he stared at the empty space in his arms where he could still perfectly see Gyro.

He forced himself to face the direction of the onslaught. The Moonlander general stood mere feet away, smoking blaster in hand. He wore a smile colder than any new Ice Age he once tried to usher in over Earth.

“That one,” Lunaris said, “was not a clone.”

The laughter of Akita sounded in the distance, high and cruel.

***

Fenton gave a violent jolt, unceremoniously dumped into a strange new realm of awareness.

He choked harsh, frenzied gulps of breath in and out as he hugged himself in practically a death-grip. His sights erratically pinballed.

Finally, his focus returned, allowing him to calm down and retrieve his bearings. He was on the Sunchaser/Cloudslayer (piloted by Lil Bulb) with Gyro, Huey, and 2-B- Boyd, bound for home after their adventure in Tokyolk.

An adventure that resulted in Gyro confronting his and Boyd’s connected pasts, learning the incredible truth behind them, confronting his cruel old mentor, emotionally reconciling and embracing his long-lost ‘child’- not his greatest failure after all, but rather his greatest achievement- and acknowledging and promoting Fenton (even though his new status was only honorary, since he hadn’t earned his doctorate yet, the gesture from Gyro was genuine and meant the world to Fenton). And it looked like- at least, Fenton dearly hoped- the beginning of a real friendship between him and Gyro.

Fenton made his gaze deeply drink in the sight of his friends, including Boyd. Gyro was safe, and all of them were still sound asleep. Gyro sat to the right of him, followed by Boyd, then Huey.

But his chance to sink into a much-needed sigh of relief was short-lived. To his alarm, Gyro began to release loud, broken whimpers; writhing, his entire face contorted in agony.

“Gyro?” Fenton whispered, tentatively touching his shoulder. Should he wake him or leave him be? His first instinct was the former, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if being suddenly woken would be a shock to his system in the state he was already in.

Only three undecided seconds went by when Gyro’s nightmare spat him out first, gasping and trembling like Fenton had.

“Dr. Gearloose!” Keeping his voice low, Fenton gently pulled Gyro against him, cocooning him in a protective embrace that reminded him of the dream. He rubbed circles against his back, fleetingly wondering if he would think Fenton was taking advantage of his grudging acceptance of being hugged earlier (he did say it was a “just-for-today thing”, but still).

Finally, he could feel Gyro’s heart- pressed against his own- begin to slow down, resuming a normal rhythm, his breaths coming in like the softening laps of the tide after a great wave.

“Are you all right?” Fenton asked. He eased himself off Gyro, still tightly watching him.

And that’s when he saw the tears staining Gyro’s face. How hadn’t he noticed them right away? And that’s when he saw the tears staining Gyro’s face, glistening in a patch of moonlight. How hadn’t he noticed them right away? The fresh remainder pooled in the corners of Gyro's eyes, before escaping and chasing each other down.

But that wasn’t the most surprising thing. It was the way Gyro stared right back at him in what could only be described as a cocktail of leftover terror and sheer relief. Though not exactly the kind of relief one normally feels at realizing what they experienced was just a dream, because his gaze was distinctly focused. There was something more there.

Gyro exhaled tremulously, pressing his fingers against his temple.

“Dr. Gearloose? I don’t mean to pry, but do you want to talk about it? I don’t know what you dreamt about, but I think I understand how you’re feeling right now. Believe it or not, I just had a nightmare myself.”

“…You did?” Gyro quietly asked with a slight frown. It was difficult to read his reaction. Curious? Surprised? Concerned…?

Fenton nodded. “It was the most realistic, terrifying one I’ve ever had, and I’ve had some pretty intense ones. Anyway, I’m sorry, Dr. Gearloose- I don’t mean to make it all about me. But I understand if you don’t want to-”

“Do… um, you want to talk about it?”

He couldn’t believe it. Gyro was offering to listen? And what was more, he sounded genuine. This was the man who had little patience for simple conversation! When he gave Fenton his promotion, he told him that he was going to treat him with respect and support from now on, but he wasn’t expecting such a milestone so soon.

Fenton was touched. In his already emotional state, it was difficult to keep from crying.

But… was he comfortable sharing this nightmare with Gyro- would Gyro even be comfortable hearing about it- since it concerned him, not to mention its intensity?

“You don’t have to, of course,” Gyro added a touch awkwardly, seeing his hesitation, “but I-”

“It was about you.”

An incoherent noise of disbelief tumbled out of the other scientist.

After a quick glance at the still sleeping kids (as Boyd’s sleep-mode worked similarly to a person’s, he could be awakened by external stimuli), Fenton told Gyro everything. Once he started, he found the words just poured out, unable to stop even if he really wanted to.

Including describing what his death did to him.

Only when he nearly finished did he realize Gyro looked like a course of electricity had coursed through his veins and left him stunned.

Fenton concluded, biting his lip, “I truly felt like nothing would ever be ok again.”

“I- but- you-” whispered Gyro.

“Gyro?”

“I… had the same dream, minus the Moonlander. Only, you were the one 2-B- I mean, Boyd attacked. I was too late to move in, it all happened so fast. One minute, I spotted you injured on the ground from your fight with him, then-”

He swallowed, paling. “It was- it was the most- I was too blathering late! I always knew I should have gone above Scrooge’s head and scrapped the armor a long time ago, or even refused to make the new model for you in the first place! If you hadn’t stolen the original- if I’d never even developed Project Blatherskite- you would’ve still been alive! Do you have any idea how difficult it was finding you unconscious in the old prototype armor before I fired you for being a reckless danger to yourself and others? Or what it was like when I heard you were hospitalized after your temporary gig as Waddleduck, you noble, self-sacrificing idiot? Or every single time you have to leave the lab to go Gizmoducking and I’m left wondering if you’re going to return in one piece, or at all?”

Gyro…

Gyro breathed heavily. “I always knew Gizmoduck would end in another 'Tokyolk incident', only it wasn’t only my reputation I was terrified of losing all over again,” he said. Some of the vehemency of his tirade had dissipated, but the earnestness remained. “I was so conflicted about how much like my former self you w- are.”

Fenton caught how he hastily corrected himself there, as though he still had one foot stuck in the dream.

“I liked and hated that. I… I know it’s no excuse, but maybe part of the reason I was so tough on you was because- well, as cliché as it sounds, I truly always did believe in you both as a scientist and a hero- but also because, at the same time, I wanted to squash that naivete and bright-eyed over-optimism before it ended up destroying you like it did to me or literally. And it isn’t easy for me to admit, but I was wrong, Dr. Inter- Fenton. The truth is,” he murmured, “I never saw just how much I cared about you until the minute I spotted you helpless on the ground today, about to be attacked by poor, corrupted Boyd.”

That was exactly what gave Fenton the same revelation before he and Gyro fell asleep earlier. But to hear Gyro actually tell him that...

“You risked your life to save me,” Fenton said for the second time since they'd been on the plane back home. He gave his shoulder a firm squeeze. “I really won't ever forget that. And I care about you too, Gyro, very much." Maybe it was redundant to say so after already explaining the impact his own dream had on him, but it seemed necessary.

The ghost of a smile crossed Gyro’s face.

“You know,” said Fenton thoughtfully, “I’ve always considered you, me, Lil Bulb, Manny, even Huey- and now Boyd- a family. Team Science. And after everything that’s happened today, I can safely say I feel that way even more strongly.”

“I can live with that,” Gyro replied, the smile returning in the form of a good-natured smirk as he rolled his eyes. “And we all may be misfits, but, well, you’re my misfits.”

[forfuckssakejim]

Day 3 of @fenroweek2023!!!

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Día 5: Cultura.

Los apodos de pareja que Fenton usaría me dan años de vida.

The nicknames Fenton would use give me more years to live.

Not here chikistrikis

Luego quería que le dijera 'Pimpollo' por ser demasiado perfecto para Ciro y se descontrolo el edit...

Then I wanted Fenton to say 'Pimpollo' for being too perfect for Gyro and the edit got out of control….

I forbid you to go out with that deadbeat

But dad, I love him

¡ Go to your room !

¡ I don´t even live here anymore !

¡ Well then go to your old room that Beakley turned into a scrapbooking room !

*cries in genius*

Get out my propety, Deadbeat Cabrera

Bombón

I come back Pimpollo

Naturalmente Ciro usaría apodos japoneses más del lado regular, pero Fenton usara los más empalagosos del libro.

Esto en algún punto se mezcló con el headcanon de que Scrooge acogió a Ciro en la mansión, probablemente después de Tokyolk hasta que se puso de pie, siendo una figura paterna y espantando a cualquier pretendiente que parezca holgazán.

Naturally Gyro would use Japanese nicknames more on the regular side, but Fenton would use the more cloying ones in the book.

This at some point got mixed in with the headcanon that Scrooge took Gyro in at the mansion, probably after Tokyolk until he got on his feet, being a father figure and scaring off any suitors who look like deadbeat.

En el sexto día agregaré otro apodo, no olvide lo dicho @rommaru

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Día 3: Mejor interacción canon

Aunque todo Astro Boyd me parece una joya en interacciones, esta es mi favorita …

Vuela conmigo, Doctor Interno.

Y naturalmente la reacción de Fenton no pudo ser otra ...

Y luego volaron juntos al atardecer y vivieron con sus hijos robóticos...

El fin :3

Day 3: Best Canon Interaction

Although all of Astro Boyd is pure gold in interactions, this is my favorite …

Fly whit me, Doctor Intern.

And naturally Fenton's reaction could not be otherwise …

And then they flew off into the sunset together and lived with their robotic children...

The end :3

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Día 7: Au

Bueno, esto nació de pensar en cosplays de halloween y pensé en un héroe que dependa de su técnico y termine en fullmetal alquemist y combinando estos con otro fic donde Fenton termina con la armadura de su padre, el Fenton original

Day 7: Au

Well, this was born from thinking about halloween cosplays and I thought of a hero that relies on his technician and ended up in fullmetal alchemist and combining these with another fic where Fenton ends up with his father's armor, the original Fenton.

Esta semana fue muy divertida :D

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Día 6: Separados.

Mientras Fenton termina su patrulla, Ciro acaba de salir de un simposio internacional de nuevas tecnologías, mantienen una conversación hasta que se encuentren en una cita.

Day 6: Separated.

While Fenton finishes his patrol, Gyro has just left an international symposium on new technologies, they have a conversation until they meet on a date.

C: Ya dejé tu traje formal oculto afuera del restaurante.

G: I already left your formal suit hidden outside the restaurant.

F: Llegaré en 3 minutos.

F: I will arrive in 3 minutes

F: Tu tranquilo chiquibaby , tu héroe está a la vuelta de la esquina.

F: Don't worry chiquibaby, your hero is just around the corner.

C: Tienes suerte de que nunca ponga en alta voz a Foquito o colgaria en este instante.

G: You're lucky I never put Lilbulb out loud or I'd hang up right now.

F: ¿Qué? ¿ni un besito de despedida de mi puchipluma antes de colgar?

F: What? Not even a goodbye kiss from my puchipluma before hanging up?

C: Solo asegúrate de llegar en una pieza ... ¡ y más te vale que no vea ni un rasguño en la armadura !

G: Just make sure you arrive in one piece…. and you better hope I don't see a scratch on the gizmosuit !

Me imagino a Ciro como un poliglota solo para asegurarse que nadie pueda insultarlo libremente en ningún idioma que conozca, pero, casi siempre le tiene que preguntar a Fenton que significan esos horribles apodos (le encantan)

Gracias a @Rommaru y a @dear-Alex-Chill por las ideas de tan espantosos como cariñosos apodos ;3

I imagine Gyro as a polyglot just to make sure no one can freely insult him in any language he knows, but, he almost always has to ask Fenton what those horrible nicknames mean (he loves them).

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Día 2: Familia y sanación

Una mañana perezosa donde la familia Peraloca-Cabrera se acicalan unos a otros UwU

Day 2: Family and healing

A lazy morning where the Gearloose-Cabrera family grooming each other UwU

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Dia 1: Trabajo

En este primer día tenemos una prueba de campo del Fentonium, el perdedor paga la cena de esta noche ;)

Day 1: Work

On this first day we have a Fentonium field test, loser pays for dinner tonight ;)

He pasado meses sin dibujar, pero volví al fandom gracias a algunos fanfics que resultaron tener a Fenro como ship principal y decidí volver junta a ... @fenroweek2023

[georgiarose]

Fenro Week 2023 Prompt 1: Work

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[citricconnor]

Day 03: Best Canon Interaction @fenroweek2023

Struggled a lot with this one but eventually finished it! Fenro hug obviously best moment evarr

[georgiarose]

Fenro Week 2023 Prompt 2: Family

Our little science fam on a Junior Woodchuck camping weekend!

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