#peopleeater writes normal thing

[pe0ple3ater]

Back to my roots. Wrote something really normal. It's f!cell/c!roier, there's blood, attempted sa (NOT from Cell), there's sex, there's Roier being a freak. I swear to god I'm super normal about Cell as a character. Basically Cell kills someone and they're both horny about it

They get in a situation.

Cell was right when he told Roier initially that this was a bad idea. Picking up someone from some random club to get money was a bad idea. Roier knows this, but he'd been desperate to help Cell somehow. Anyway, even if it meant using his body.

Roier cusses and squirms; the guy's hand is around his throat, and he's laughing meanly in Roier's face. They're hidden in an alley; the rough brick against Roier's back is uncomfortable.

"Déjame ir" Roier snarls, trying to push him off. The guy laughs and leans into Roier's space, grinning, eyes dark and dangerous. Roier can smell the liquor on his breath, and his hand is too tight around Roier's neck. He fights to get out of his grip.

"¿Qué pasa perra? Pensé que lo querías," the man purrs, pressing his full body into Roier's. His grip cuts off Roier's breath, and Roier starts to panic. He scrambles, and his nails dig into the guy's arm, trying desperately to push him away. He feels lips on his neck and his skin crawls.

"Cell!" Roier manages to choke out, and the guy's teeth find themself in his throat. Roier wants to vomit. He doesn't think Cell will come, which makes tears fill his eyes. Why would he come? Why would he save Roier? A sob escapes his lips, and the man laughs, unoccupied hand tracing down Roier's stomach. Roier squeezes his eyes closed. Something warm explodes across Roier's face and chest. The hand around his throat disappears, but the weight against him gets heavier for a second before it's gone. Roier opens his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Cell is standing in front of him, eyes dark and wild, covered in blood. He's got his bloody knife clutched in his hand, and his chest is heaving. The man is on the ground, blood sprouting from his throat. He gasps up at them, eyes wide and hand pressed against the wound in his throat. His eyes glance between Cell and Roier.

Cell looks over Roier for a second. He reaches over and touches the marks Roier knows are on his neck, fingers so gentle and light as he touches Roier that Roier feels heat curl in his stomach. Cell's eyes snap down to the man, and he growls, straddling his lap and driving the knife into his chest over and over again. Roier watches, shell-shocked and shaky. He feels sick as blood splashes onto his skin and clothes.

Cell looks beautiful, his hair messy and his hands and clothes are covered in blood. His ears are pressed back, and the parts of his tail that aren't coated in blood are puffed up in anger. His face is curled in disgust. He's mumbling words in Portuguese that Roier doesn't understand.

Roier stumbles to the side and vomits, the blood and the feeling of the man's hands on him mixing and making him sick. He coughs and gags. Roier pants and closes his eyes, trying to breathe and calm down. Roier feels a sticky hand on his back and jumps, looking over and seeing Cell kneeling at his side. He's got a soft look in his eyes, concerned and beautiful. His face is covered in blood. It contrasts beautifully against his pale skin. Roier looks at Cell and laughs softly, shakily.

Roier didn't expect Cell to step in when the guy started getting too handsy. There's something between them, a heat and tension that makes Roier squirm, but Roier didn't think Cell would risk himself for Roier.

"Are you okay?" Cell asks softly, leaning closer to Roier. He nods, pushes himself up, grabs Cell, and tugs him closer. Cell is straddling his lap, hands braced against the brick wall behind him with his knife still in his hand, looking down at Roier. Roier's hands rest on his waist, looking up at Cell.

"I'm okay. You look so beautiful," Roier says, pressing his forehead against Cell's chest, his hands sliding under Cell's shirt and dragging against his skin. Cell shivers under his hands and breathes hard through his nose. He's disgusting and bloody, and it makes Roier sick, but he can't deny that he's hard in his pants. There's a body lying not even two feet away from them, someone Cell killed for him to save him. Roier groans and presses soft kisses to Cell's collarbones. Cell groans and twitches above him. "So beautiful," Roier mumbles, dragging his nails down Cell's back and reveling in the little moan it drags from his throat.

"Roier," Cell mumbles, pulling away a bit and grabbing Roier's hands gently and pulling them away. "I'm not really into all that," Cell says softly; his hands are tacky with blood, and Roier stares at them. Roier nods slowly and meets Cell's eyes.

"That's okay. It's not a big deal. Whatever you want," Roier mumbles and Cell laughs softly, settling down on Roier's lap. Roier groans softly, and his hips twitch up into the pressure. Cell purrs softly, grinding down against Roier's lap. Roier gasps and his hands fly back to Cell's waist.

"That doesn't mean I can't make you feel good," Cell mumbles, leaning down and kissing messily at his neck; every time his teeth scrape against Roier's neck, it sends heat shooting through his body. Roier's head falls back against the bloody wall, exposing his throat to the beautiful killer in his lap. Cell bites bruises into his throat and sucks hickies into the skin. Roier pants and squeezes his eyes closed, nails digging into Cell's waist. Cell's hands slide up under Roier's shirt, thumbing at his nipples and making Roier gasp and his hips twitch up into Cell's weight.

Cell mauls his neck, covering any marks the man before may have left, and Roier is so aroused that he's dizzy. Cell unbuttons Roier's hands and pulls his dick out from his boxers and his pants; he spits, and Roier moans.

"Get yourself off," Cell mumbles, nuzzling against Roier's neck and biting where his neck meets his shoulder. Roier wraps his hand around his dick and jerks himself off quickly.

Cell smells like blood and dirt and sweat. There's a cooling body close enough for him to touch, a person that Cell just drove that knife into so many times that his chest is a mess of blood and gore. Roier is dizzy with arousal, moaning and squeezing his eyes closed as his hand works quickly on himself. Cell mumbles against his skin between kisses and bites, telling him how beautiful he is, how pretty he sounds, and how helpful he's been.

Roier finishes between them, ropes of cum shooting onto Cell's clothes. Adding to the mess of blood and viscera covering Cell. The sight makes him gasp, cum, and blood soaking into Cell's clothes. Cell pulls away and smiles at Roier, showing off his wicked little fangs.

"We need to get going," Cell says softly, pushing himself up and stretching. He glances distastefully at the dead body next to them. Roier is sitting there with his dick still out of his pants, blood soaking into his pants, sickness still rolling through his stomach. Cell looks so in his element, beautiful and ethereal standing in the moonlight. Like a fallen angel.

Roier tucks himself away and quickly stands, stumbling on shaky legs. He reaches out and grabs Cell's hand, lacing their fingers together. Cell smiles, squeezing Roier's hand.

[pe0ple3ater]

Hello! As per request, here is my full analysis on Cellbit and his turn to cannibalism!

Before you read, here are some things to keep in mind!

This is only my interpretation, you're allowed to disagree. If you do, I'd really be happy if you, respectfully, added to the post! I want to hear your thoughts and analysis. Or you can DM me! Let me say it again, you will respectfully disagree with me. If you're rude, I'll ignore and or block ^^

I am just some guy, I don't have all of the answers. I'm only a casual watcher of Cellbit and only know his lore from what I've read! I may be wrong! However, I have taken a lot of time reading up on him and watching as many videos and clips as I can hehe

This dives into some heavy shit., such as Cellbit's negative feelings about himself, delusions, and unhealthy relationships. You need to be aware while reading this!

It's written a bit like a fic, because I can't help but be dramatic

Enjoy!

An exploration of Cellbit, violence, cannibalism, and love.

The first we know of Cellbit is the Hunger Games event, made canon by his conversations with Bad.

Cellbit was young, a child soldier thrown into these harsh games for the pleasure of faceless watchers because it was either die in the streets or die trying to get some quick cash and possibly win.

The whole situation is fully out of his control; this is the beginning of his spiral.

Keep in mind that he's a child. These conditions are not what he should be dealing with. His mind is forced into a survival mode where he has to do whatever he can to stay alive.

He has to kill people to survive, and then when things get bad, he has to eat people to survive. It's what he has to do. He has Bad, the first person he’s ever looked up to and has wanted to make proud, showing him how to butcher a body and what parts taste the best.

Cellbit has to do this, or he'll die.

It's out of his control.

To deal with the disgust, the fear, the self-loathing, and the trauma. His brain forces him to convince himself to like it. It's easier to enjoy the things that scare you than to be constantly disgusted and afraid by them. He convinces himself he likes it all, the blood, the killing, the cannibalism. It still makes him sick; deep down, a part of him knows he's wrong. He hates these acts and feels disgusted; he manages to drown it out with the screams of the people he has to kill.

When they win, and he looks over to see Bad smiling tiredly at him, ragged and flushed with victory and pride, it solidifies that enjoyment in his head. He won, he did everything he had to, and he feels good right now, and that means that everything he had to do to get here is good as well.

He's a child, remember that.

Next, he's in prison.

Another situation where he has no control other than what he can force himself to have.

The phone becomes a comfort, a lifeline he uses to force the people around him into respecting and fearing him.

People being scared of him feels good, incredible.

No one has ever really been afraid of Cellbit before. If they're scared of him, they can't hurt him. He learns to manipulate people, and he garners the respect and control he’s been grappling for. He becomes some twisted form of friends with Felps, someone who respects and fears and helps him. It's good, he's settled.

He keeps trying to escape because that's just another thing he can control.

Then he meets Pac, and maybe he falls in love, but at this point, he is an amalgamation of trauma and violence. He has never been in love or been loved, not by anything but the hilt of his knife. Pac is like him; he can see it in how he throws himself at situations that scare him. Cell can see the flash of interest in his eyes when they look at each other. Cell wants to have him. He makes Pac afraid of him; he controls him because if Cell can control him, maybe he can keep him. It’s what he’s learned to be true of himself.

They plan to escape, and they try to leave him alone. Cell's control on the situation slips, and he lashes out against the people trying to take it away. He feels nothing when he kills JV other than rage and his blood on his hands.

He needs to restate his control over Pac. He needs Pac to be his forever, in some way. So he eats his leg.

He likes eating people, and he likes Pac. These wires are crossed in his head. All Cell has ever known is violence; every time he's cared about someone, it's always ended in pain. He doesn't know any other way to be. He hurts Pac, and he eats his leg so that Pac will bear that mark forever. He will never exist without the mark of what Cell did to him. He will never escape from Cell’s love, and Cell will always hold that over him. It makes Cell so happy; he thinks he loves Pac, and now Pac will always know how Cell feels about him.

He kills Felps. It hurts. He doesn't want to, but he can't leave any ties to be found; if Felps hates him, it's easier.

They escape, and he gets left behind. He does what he needs to do to survive; finally, his life is his.

He gets "better," goes to therapy, and tries to fix himself. He learns that he is fundamentally wrong and that his brain doesn't work as it should. He understands that he is a monster, and Cell can't look at himself in the mirror for a long time. He stays away from people, mostly.

He goes to Quesadilla Island, and for a while, things are okay.

Pac is there; every time Cellbit looks at Pac, the broken part in him purrs and claws at his throat, and the new parts of himself he's trying to establish shrink away in disgust. He apologizes and makes promises he doesn't know he can keep. Mike glares at him, he’s always been the angry part of Tazercraft. Pac looks at him wearily, leans away when he gets too close. Yet he accepts him without much fight. Cellbit tries not to think about other times he accepted him without a fight.

Cellbit has a fragile control over his life.

He spends many days barely holding himself back from hurting Roier. He loves him, and no matter how many times Cellbit tells himself it's not true, he will always be made of violence. He forcibly files down the parts of himself that he knows hurt people. He tries so hard. He dreams of Roier under him, chest open and heart bared to him. Waking up from those dreams he’s filled with pride and love. He curls around his husband and sobs into his chest, and Roier tries to reassure him that it's okay; he knows Cellbit would never hurt him. Cellbit keeps himself on the brink of exhaustion; if he's too tired to think, he's too tired to hurt people.

He still tries not to look in the mirror.

He kills the Fed workers when the eggs go missing. He hates them. He eats at the raw flesh like he did so long ago because he needed to do this. He can't control where their children are, but he can control these worker's deaths, make a statement that he knows the Feds will see. Cell and Cellbit are not two separate people. They never have been, they are the same, and Cellbit has never felt more himself than when he ripped into those fucking bears. He goes home, cleans up the blood, vomits, and lays awake, wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.

Cellbit hates himself, Roier kisses his cheek and climbs into bed. Cellbit hates himself. He selfishly clings to Roier and lets himself be loved in a way that doesn't hurt. Cellbit hates himself. He squeezes his eyes closed and thinks about ripping into his husband the way he had those innocent workers.

Cellbit hates himself, and Roier mumbles that he loves him.

[pe0ple3ater]

heyyyy remember that break I talked about? Well..

I saw some discourse about people denying that Felps watched Cell eat Pac's leg, and I got to wondering why we would EVER deny something so wonderful. So Felps seems more innocent? He's not, he help Cell the whole time he was locked up? He was buddy buddy with him, maybe it was out of fear but he still did it. We can know that Felps watched, and understand that he hated it. These two realities can exist together.

Anyway, Felps watches Cell eat Pac's leg under the cut. Not NSFW, but gory and gross if you're into that :3

Felps knows it's fucked up.

Cell is bent between Pac's legs, teeth ripping through skin and muscle and fat. Licking and slurping at the blood spurting and oozing from the wounds covering Pac's leg. Pac's not screaming, the weakness potion Felps had smuggled for Cell keeping him pliant and subdued. Felps' assistance making this easy for Cell.

Felps shouldn't look, he knows he shouldn't watch. It's sick, the kind of disgusting that will haunt his dreams forever. There's blood everywhere, Cell's claws are digging into Pac's other thigh to keep him down, he's purring like a motor boat. All of these things Felps sees in sharp detail, burning onto the back of his eyelids. The savage way Cell rips into flesh and pulls.

Felps swallows and his saliva taste like blood.

Cell laughs, high pitched and manic. He pulls himself up Pac's body and cups his face with bloody hands. Call gazes down at Pac with an almost loving look on his face, and his thumbs brush very gently under Pac's wide eyes. Cell leans down and licks the tears streaming down Pac's cheeks, runs his hand softly through Pac's hair. He handles Pac so lovingly, a stark contrast to the scene as a whole.

They're both covered in blood, pooling under them and soaking into their clothes. Cell's jaw and mouth are drenched, he occasionally flicks his tongue out to lick up the blood. Pac's got his own blood from Cell's hands and mouth smeared across his skin.

Felps' eyes trail down to the leg Cell had been eating, it's a mangled, unrecognizable mess. Chunks of flesh and muscle ripped out, giving way to the stark white of bone. Claw marks cover what skin is left, ruined forever without a doubt. Felps' stomach churns, he's going to vomit but he can't force himself to look away, as if bearing witness to this thing he caused will absolve him of the sins he's committed.

"Me desculpe, querido, eu não queria fazer isso. Você tentou mentir para mim, fugir de mim. Agora você não pode fugir de novo, você é meu" Cell coos, pressing kisses to Pac's slack mouth. Pac sobs and Cell stares down at him, holding his face and caressing his cheeks while Pac's eyes start to fall closed. Cell purrs softly and presses one final kiss to Pac's forehead, and then he smiles. It's wide and genuine, more real than anything Felps has ever seen from him.

Cell stands and his eyes snap to Felps. He laughs at the expression that must be on his face, wrapping his arms around himself and doubling over with the force of it. He grins, teeth stained red, expression open giddy excitement. Felps feels the spell break, he stumbles and vomits against the wall. When he stops, he runs his hand through his hair and tries to catch his breath.

Cell crouches now next to him, he tilts his head and watches Felps for a moment. He keeps his hands to himself and Felps is greatful for it. Cell hums softly and licks the blood from his claws.

"Você vê o que acontece quando você tenta me enganar? Não seja estúpido, Felps. Ligue para alguém, certifique-se de que ele sobreviva" he mumbles between passes of his tongue against his blood slick hands. Cell shoots him one more smile before he stands and stretches. He looks more satisfied than Felps has ever seen him, tail flicking lazily behind him. Cell walks off, leaves Felps with the mangled body, the blood, the weight of his decisions.

Felps shakily pushes himself up, he grabs his walki and counts to sixty in his head. He gives Cell time to get away. He calls for nurses and backup with a numb detachment.

Felps stands and waits, he turns his back and squeezes his eyes closed.

[pe0ple3ater]

🌹 :)

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Some lines from ch 3 of my guapoduo fic! Hope you don't mind heheh. Chapter 3 is finished, so I'm working on chapter 4 so I can post them together :3

He'd wanted to control Pac, own him. Pac is like a little rabbit, with wide eyes and a quick beating heart. Cell doesn't think he could control Roier if he tried. He wants to rip into him the same way, to tear him apart and keep a part of him for himself forever. Cell wants to give himself over to Roier the same way. He thinks Roier could handle him. He thinks Roier would like to handle him.

[pe0ple3ater]

My big project right now is a f!cell/c!roier long fic. I've been working on it for a while and I'm really excited about it. I have some parts I really really like and want to share! So, below the cut are two excerpts from my wip fic! I really hope you guys like it :)) please please please let me know what you think

tw, obsessive thoughts, guns/weapons

CH 1, Cell's POV

Cell hears the sound of shifting at his side, he glances over out the corner of his eye and his entire body tenses when he catches sight of the gun in Roier’s hand. Roier raises it to point at Cell’s head, adrenaline shoots through Cell’s body.

“Don’t freak out, I don’t want to hurt you” Roier says quickly, his hands are shaking but Cell can tell it’s not from fear. He’s excited, his pupils are dilated so wide there’s no color anymore. The careful calm that he’d been working hard to maintain is now fully gone. Cell keeps his eyes on the road, forcing himself to appear calm. His hands are resting on his lap, he could easily reach for his knife. The question is, could he grab it before Roier can pull the trigger.

CH 2, Roier's POV

Cellbit doesn't respond; he looks away out of the window and sets his jaw. Roier tries to ignore how his chest aches, and rage curls in his stomach.

Cell will love him, he reminds himself. It will just take time. Roier can wait, he's patient. Well, he isn't patient, but for Cell, he can be. He'll learn. Roier's hands tighten on the steering wheel, and he counts to ten in his head to calm down. Once he reaches zero, he smiles broadly and pulls out of the parking lot. Roier turns on the radio, the silence making irritation buzz in his head. A love song plays, and Roier's mood switches instantly, giddy excitement making him step harder on the gas. The sooner they get on the road, and Roier doesn't have to worry about Cell bolting, he can work on making him fall in love. His grip tightens on the wheel until his knuckles are white, and he laughs, looking at Cell.

[pe0ple3ater]

What’s the cannibalism doc and where can I read it?

The cannibalism doc is an analysis I did on Cellbit and his cannibalistic tendencies! I linked it for you, if you want to see the other asks and such about it, you can click the "#cannibalism doc" that'll be tagged at the bottom ^^ I hope you enjoy!

[pe0ple3ater]

Just read your cellbit and cannibalism analysis and enjoyed it a lot! Just wanted to note that according to him, his earliest memory post the childhood erasure (13 years old) was him cannibalizing someone. It likely didn't start in the hunger games unless he has 0 memories pre hunger games, or with Bad. Though I'm 100% confident both those factors made it so much worse. There's a possibility it was the only time he'd done that before the hunger games and/or Bad as well, which would probably have haunted the poor kid even more heavily. Just a fun Cellbit lore fact ig!

Someone did actually tell me this, and I actually LOVE IT even more! It makes my "Cellbit has never known anything else" ideas. Though it makes some of the other things I said make less sense, I still really love this.

I'm super glad you enjoyed the analysis! Like I said, I'm not really an avid Cellbit viewer (French and English speaker, Portuguese is really difficult for me) so I seriously love you guys correcting and informing me!

[pe0ple3ater]

omg your fic my god it is so good. like- zhdakazdnkakanezdbkbzefdgvjefvgj (i'm not a writter i don't know how to tell you how much i love it) This chafa!roier is incredible i love when he's crazier than cellbit AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YESSS THANK YOU!! When I say I've been working on those first two chapters for MONTHS, I genuinely mean months. I've had the idea in my head forever. Chapters 3 and 4 are being worked on slowly. I'm really happy you enjoy it! Making Roier crazier was like, my main focus when writing kkkkk so I'm happy people like the concept!

People are seriously loving my Roier characterization, and I'm really happy about that because I STRUGGLED to decided how I was gonna portray him! I'm really glad I picked correctly hehehe.

I hope you're excited for future chapters hehe, I've got some fun stuff planned!

[pe0ple3ater]

I've never actually written out something like this, so forgive me if it's a little muddled in places but you mentioned being into cannibalism and, as your one stop shop for all things F!Cell, it feels right for me to try to provide. So here's an obligatory CellTW leg ficlet.

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It was the fear in his eyes that really started the meal. It usually did, but there was something about specifically those beautiful dark eyes, wide with fear and trained on him so dutifully that Cell found delicious.

Pac would have to understand why he was doing this.

Sure, it started as anger. It started as a punishment, since his queridinho had started going behind his back (to his exes no less!) to try to get out and leave Cell behind. Pac wanted to run so badly? Cell would just have to stop him.

But once the leg was off, cut right at the knee and spilling out that beautiful color onto the cold stone floors, spilling and staining Cell's hands fresh again, staining the ugly orange of the jumpsuits they each wore to a much prettier dark crimson where it reached...once he saw those eyes, wide and afraid and lined with building tears

Well, he couldn't just let this gift go to waste, could he?

The first bite was like heaven. A little slimier than normal, but a burst of that coppery ambrosia behind his teeth and dripping down his face. He mourned what he couldn't lick up. He wished he could make Pac part of him more wholly, but this would have to do.

The meat in his jaws was chewy, sticky, and familiar by now, but Pac's was almost sweet. Muscle and tendon tore to his teeth messily, like an art or perhaps like worship. It would have been better cooked, perhaps, but he didn't have time for that and even if he did, he'd lose getting to have those beautiful eyes on him as he feasts on this traitor to his plan and to his heart.

The next mouthful was as good as the first, but now accompanied by the beautiful sound of screams made it taste better. Fear always did taste better...

The screams went quiet and, for an instant, Cell was the one left with a pang of fear...but Pac was just passed out.

He wouldn't run again. He couldn't.

Pac would come to understand why he did this.

Why he had to do this.

Why he made Pac a part of himself like this.

Pac would wake, eventually, to find himself a short crawl away from the prison medical center, a tourniquet already tied around his fresh stump.

Cell never did like to have to kill his favorites, after all.

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YES YESS!! You ate (lol) this so hard I dropped everything to open tumblr on my laptop to properly respond.

"Well, he couldn't just let this gift go to waste, could he?" God no of course he can't, because in Cell's fucked up mind this is how he's showing Pac he loves him. It's how he's keeping Pac close, because if Pac is close to him he can be safe! Cell is dangerous, but he's just dangerous enough that if Pac would just be good and listen to him, he wouldn't have to get hurt anymore!

"..he'd lose getting to have those beautiful eyes on him as he feasts on this traitor to his plan and to his heart." OBSESSED WITH THIS LINE FOREVER. Yes! YOU GET IT. Cell loves him, but was created through violence and knows no other way to express that. Cell values honesty, he doesn't like being left out of the loop. He's angry, but more than that he's hurt. A hurt that he's never felt before. Having your first real gay crush will do that to you.

"Pac would come to understand why he did this. Why he had to do this. Why he made Pac a part of himself like this." and he WOULD! Eventually, eventually he'd see that it was an act of love! His brain will convince him that Cell was doing it to show his love. It hurt so bad, it scares him so bad, his brain just offers him the explanation he wants. There is no realistic explanation for why Cell would do this to him, but Pac wants to be loved so badly that he deludes himself into understanding Cell's actions.

"Cell never did like to have to kill his favorites, after all." most banger ending line ever!

You cooked so hard with this holy shit, I got so excited when I saw it in my inbox. Thank you for blessing me.