Alright. So, I know I have a ton of requests for sequels and such, but I came up with idea and it's so freaking cute and heartbreaking so I had to write it. The bold at the beginning is the events that led to this situation. Enjoy~!
Also, may I just say, Animal Lovers has 42 votes. Holy crap! That's my story with the most votes and it's at 42! Squee! Alright, now onto the sad stuff.
Also, just so you know, you have to be 21 to leave your parents in this AU.

"There are laws not only against inter-species relationships but also against homosexual relationships. The breaking of all these laws results in execution. Your child will be given to a rightful couple." The man said as he strapped handcuffs around their wrists.

(5 years old)
"Betty?" The teacher asked a young girl as she drew the picture the teacher had asked for. "Betty, I said you needed to put your mommy and your daddy." The teacher cooed to the young girl. She had drawn a picture of two figures, one a fuzzy creature known as a Bacca, and one a human. They both had brown hair and the teacher bit her lip. She knew very well that Betty's parents were blondes, and so was confused by the drawings.
"I did draw my mommy and daddy. That's mommy" she said as she pointed to the human "and that's daddy" she added as she pointed to the Bacca. Betty giggled. "They're really nice, daddy lets me cuddle up in his fur sometimes." Betty said as she smiled to the picture.
"Okay Betty. Can you draw it again, and add clothes to your mommy and daddy? I need to help other kids." She said. Betty nodded to her teacher and the woman walked off. The other students were doing fine, and so she walked over to the phone to dial Betty's mother.
"Hello?" The older woman asked into the phone.
"Hello, this is Betty's teacher. We are having the kids draw their parents right now and for some reason she isn't drawing you guys. Any ideas as to why that is?" The teacher said to the older woman. A scoff carried through the phone line.
"Betty has these imaginary friends who she swears are her real parents. We've given up trying to explain to her that they're not." The voice said, a slight slur slipping past her lips.
"Okay. Thank you for the information." The teacher said and hung up. She looked to Betty who was laughing at her drawing. At least she was happy.
***
(10 years old)
"ROSIE!" A loud voice boomed through the house. A young girl hid in her closet, hoping to hide from the beatings. Her father's footsteps stormed into her room and she begged for him to not find her. She wasn't so lucky, being yanked out of the closet by her hair.
"Come here you sl*tty b*tch." Her father growled as she was dragged towards the stairs.
"No! You're not my dad! Daddy!" Rosie screamed as she was dragged out of her room. A glowing figure tried to grab at the girl but the door slammed shut. The young girl sobbed as she recognized who the figure had been. "Daddy! No, let go! Daddy!"
"I'm your father you sl*t. And I'm master to you." The man growled to his daughter.
"You're not my real dad! Daddy! Help me please!" Rosie sobbed as she was throw onto a bed in the basement.
"You've been a very bad girl." Her father growled as he tied her hands to the bed posts.
"No! Daddy! Anyone! Help me!" The girl screamed before a filthy rag was tied around her mouth. She began sobbing as his rough hands rubbed at her stomach.
"Now you sit still and be quiet. I'll be back for you later." The man growled before slamming shut the door, leaving the young girl alone in a cold, dark room. She tugged at her restraints but it was no use. She began to sob and shook as she remembered what would happen to her. She opened her eyes to try and find a way of escaping only to see a small glow of light beside her and warmth surrounding her. She tried to call out to her true parents, but she was still gagged. The glowing lava mob held her close, heat and light radiating off of him. The human was holding them both close, running his fingers through their daughter's hair.
***
(12 years old)
"Eve!" A young girl yelled as her friend slumped to the ground. The boys beating her chuckled and kicked the unresponsive body a few times for good luck. Once she touched the girl named Eve, the body became responsive once more. She let out a sob of delight and struggled to pull the girl up.
"Leave me here." Eve croaked as she ignored the tugging on her arm.
"No! You can't let them win Eve!"
"They already won sweetheart." Eve said as she tried to free her arm.
"No. I won't lose you Eevie. Please." The girl sobbed to her broken friend. "You're our future. We'll make them change their minds about us. I can't lose you!" The girl yelled as she collapsed before her friend and sobs racked her body.
"Alright doll. I'll get up. Just as long as you promise to stay by my side the whole way." The sobbing girl sniffed and nodded.
"I'll be with you forever Eevie. Come on, let's get you to the nurse." She dragged the older up to her feet and smiled. Eevie smiled as well and hobbled behind her friend. Half way there the familiar brunette and blonde who'd help her arrived. She knew they weren't real, or at least alive. They always had so much love and comfort in their eyes that they practically healed her themselves. The younger girl replaced the brunette and helped her to the nurse. And Eevie was glad that this girl was lesbian like she was.
***
(15 years old)
"Brandon!" A boy yelled, chasing the aforementioned. "Come back here!" Brandon giggled and ran farther ahead. He turned a corner in the house and tripped over his mother who had her arms crossed.
"Brandon. You're supposed to be getting ready for school. Not tormenting your brother." His mother scolded, taking the stolen beanie from the boy.
"But mom! I don't like going to school! The kids are all mean to me." Brandon whined. "They all say I'm just like this guy who got executed, I have his name and everything!" Brandon whined. He knew exactly who the kids were talking about and he hated acting stupid in front of his mother.
"Just ignore them Brandon, you have to go to school." His mom said before shooing him off, returning the beanie to his younger brother. Brandon ran off to his room and locked his door. The man they always compared him to was dead, long dead by now. But he still saw the figure every once in a while. The dead boy, who's name was also Brandon, seemed to follow him, watching after him. He was often next to another man, seemingly a few years older than him. Through some research, the young boy had found out the truth about the pair that went invisible to others. They were a couple, with the names Brandon and Mat. They and their friends were homosexual couples, some including them were inter-species as well, and they had all decided to have children. Brandon was killed by an angry mob before he could even go search for children. They were all sure that he was too young to understand love, and they had to teach him a lesson. The rest still went and found children, all quite happy until they had to ask permission to become the caregivers of the children.
How it worked was that children were birthed in the birthing centers, and then left outside to be taken. Once they were put outside, no one fed them or cared for them. So it became an instinct to search garbages for food, and drink water from puddles that sometimes covered the roads. There was no one stopping the children from crawling out into the roads or starving. When a couple wished to have children they'd go to the birthing center and collect the child they'd like. Then they'd go to a court hearing with the government to get the okay to become the guardians of the child.
Brandon had been chosen by Mat, to replace his now-dead partner. And it just ended in him being killed as well. Brandon had then been given to his mother. She adopted a new child every month that was displaced and couldn't be returned to the birthing centers. Brandon was one of them, as well as his younger brother. His mother raised them all to respect everyone, despite their background, beliefs, or love interest. It made them targets at school but one day it'd be worth it.
***

"New law decrees that a child must stay with their parents until age 21." The TV says, the reporter's face home to a large smirk.

(16 years old)
"NO!" Betty screeched as a glass bottle broke over her head.
"You b*tch! Get your *ss back here!" Her father slurred as her mom threw glass shards at her retreating figure. She screamed as one dug into her back but she still stumbled up the steps just enough faster than her drunken parents. She locked her bedroom door and quickly filled her backpack with some snacks, clothes, and her picture she drew back in kindergarten. She missed those days. once she packed everything she grabbed the first aid kit and a bunch of bandages. She did her best to fix up what she could before jumping out the window. She needed medical attention badly, and sharp pain split through he back as she landed. She groaned and her daddy helped her up. His warm paw made her feel ten times better, just like the hug from her mommy. She heard her parents yelling inside and began to run through the woods. She ran as fast as she could, her true parents helping her dodge obstacles. But fatigue began to bite at her wounds and make pain shoot through her nerves. She stumbled to the ground. She whimpered as she heard the footsteps March closer and let out a shaky breath as her true parents tried to help her up.
"I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough."
***
(17 years old)
"No! I swear! I can't be pregnant!" Rosie shouted as the doctor said the news.
"What sexual activities have you been involved in?" The doctor asked with a stern look.
"None! Actually, my father does rape me. Is that what did this?!"
"Don't blame your father for such a mistake." The doctor spat at the girl and she flinched away as it sprayed. "Now tell me what truly happened."
"My father raped me! That's the truth! He has for years, since before age 10."
"You're father is a good man who took you in when no one else wanted to. He saved your life." The doctor growled to the girl.
"He should've left me to starve." Rosie growled back. Her dad grabbed her shoulder and squeezed. "I should've died with my parents. They truly deserved me. They deserved happiness and freedom and to be accepted. Try deserved to get married and raise me and then die old men. My father doesn't deserve any of that. He's a monster, a rapist." The warming figure of her daddy hugged her tightly and heat filled her body. "Take me to the gallows. Do as you wish. I'll die a martyr and I'll finally get to be with the parents I deserve."
"Well, very well then. Rosie, you are officially sentenced to death for pregnancy outside a birthing center, engaging in sexual activity, an heresy against not only your father but also this nation." He pulled Rosie out of the room by her hair and she finally let a tear fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough."
***
(18 years old)
"No!" The girl yelled as her friend ran towards the bathroom. "No no no! Eve! Eevie! Darling! Love!" The girl yelled as she followed the other. The brunette and blonde that helped her so much in the past were trying to stop her, the blonde's blue eyes were filled with tears and the brunette's features were awash with misery. "Eevie! Please!" The girl yelled behind her. Eevie ran faster, going right through the blonde. She felt love fizzle in her heart and fill her chest with warmth. She continued to run, tears now flowing from her eyes. She finally reached the bathroom an locked the door behind her. She grabbed out her razor and held it above her wrist. The blonde was watching her over her shoulder and still sobbing. The brunette was getting irritated that he couldn't grab the razor from her hand. He growled and grabbed her fist, warmth flooding through her hand. She felt tears grow and knew what that meant. They were supposed to be her parents.
"I'm sorry I'm not strong enough."
***
(19 years old)
"No!" Brandon yelled as he covered his ears. The stupid kids at school wouldn't stop teasing him! He was so freaking close to his twentieth birthday, so close to freedom. His little brother, who was a few months younger than Brandon, pushed away the boys so they'd stop teasing him. He hugged Brandon and the older began to sob. "They're right. It's all true. I wasn't supposed to have ever been chosen. I was meant to die." Brandon sobbed into his little brother. The younger held him close and hushed his sobs.
"No, that's not true Brandon. You deserve to be alive, but with your true parents. Mom is amazing, that's true, but your parents deserved you. We just live in a very strict and opinionated world. It'll get better Brandon. I promise you that."
"That was one of my dad's name: Brandon. And he had a nickname of Petey. The other was Mat, and he had a nickname of Nooch. I found a picture of the two of them together the other day. They were such a cute couple, and they were so happy. But a simple opinion killed them. I don't think anyone realizes things like this." Brandon said as he squeezed his little brother.
"No, no one will ever realize this. Not until too many people are dead. Not until they've rid themselves of the issue. You've just gotta stick in there Brandon. Hold on to something good you have to look forward." Brandon stood up and turned away from his brother.
"I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough."
***
(20 years old)
"No! I was too late." The boy collapsed before the tree and let sobs escape his mouth. "I was going to save you! I needed to save you. It was my job, my responsibility! I promised mom I'd save at least one of you. But I failed. And now, now I'll fix this." He ran his hands over his parents' graves and sighed. His eyes studied each one of the graves, his heart sinking lower and lower every second.
Mitchell Hughes, Human. Born March 3; Died May 30; Age 23. Hung.
Jerome Aceti, Bacca. Born March 9; Died May 30; Age 23. Hung.
Betty, Human. Born March 25; Died May 30; Age 16. Alcohol Poisoning.
Preston Arsement, Lava Mob. Born May 9; Died May 31; Age 22. Hung.
Robert Latsky, Human. Born July 26; Died May 31; Age 23. Hung.
Rosie, Human. Born March 26; Died May 31; Age 17. Hung.
Vikram Barn, Human. Born August 1; Died June 1; Age 21. Hung.
Lachlan Power, Human. Born August 25; Died June 1; Age 21. Hung.
Eevie, Human. Born March 27; Died June 1; Age 18. Bled out.
Brandon Hutt, Slime. Born ?; Died May 2; Age 20. Mob Brutality.
Matthew Nucciarone, Robot. Born ?; Died June 2; Age 24. Hung an Tortured.
Brandon, Human. Born March 28; Died June 2; Age 19. Mob Brutality.
Kenny Pygott (trusting the Pack wiki here), Human. Born September 30; Died June 2; Age 23. Hung.
Choco ?, Chocobo. Born ? (I couldn't find this, any creepy fangirls out there know his birthday?); Died June 2; Age 22. Hung.
He smiled slightly and added a grave for himself.
Benet (thx bunnyslipperz for the name), Human. Born March 29; Died June 2; Age 20. Revenge.
He rubbed the grave and stood up.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough. But I will be now. They will pay." He grips the gun tighter in his hand and pulls the dark hood over his head.
***
(9 years old)
"And that is how we got equality for homosexual couples and those who are interspecies. We also have better watch programs, better security, and background checks on everyone. It only takes one person to make a difference." The teacher said before the bell rang. The kids rushed out, complaining about the lecture. One little boy stayed back, walking up to his teacher.
"Ms. Rider, where are they buried? I want to thank them." The little boy said to his teacher. She smiled widely and then sighed.
"They weren't buried. Their bodies were incinerated as all other criminals' bodies are." Ms. Rider explained. He frowned.
"Can we make them a memorial at school? Or a statue? A break from lecture might even make the kids want to understand it more." The little boy begged. Ms. Rider chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah, let's go offer that idea to the Board of School. You wanna come?" The little boy nodded and his eyes shined. Ms. Rider walked the boy to the Board office and along the way she swore she heard a voice say thank you, and it wasn't the little boy's.

I'm sorry for the lack of updates. Forgive me my cheeses? Anywho, I love you all so so much! Thank you all for the support on my rant book updates, you're all beautiful people. I might end up writing a crack one shot soon so look forward to that. Until next time, Peace my Cheeses!