WANTED: GRAND LINE'S HOTTEST ROGUES AND RUNWAYS

i had this thought of a fashion/news editorial that rivaled the anticipation of the wanted posters that came with the news coos named WANTED. sort of a tongue-in-cheek thing to navy-controlled news. this volume with sanji is inspired by al parker's art!

you can find prints of this here!

[ID: Sanji from waist-up in a dark red suit, black shirt, and pink tie - he's holding a black and gold lighter in his right hand, a lit cigarette perched loosely between his lips. His face is in profile, showing a dangling pearl earring in his left ear. His right arm leans against the bottom right corner, as if propping himself up. The flat red of his suit blends with the background - in contrast, his rendered face and hands pop from the composition. END ID.]

white varation + blank version under the cut:

ma’am we need some more ony smut.. you can never have too much 🙂

RAHHHHH😛

“you missed me baby?” ony grumbled, his hand tightening around the back of your neck as he fed you the deepest strokes you could possibly imagine. his dick was hitting all the right places and you were completely out of it. you thought it was a good idea to take a break from everything negative in your life and try to be happier and cleaner. which was great to ony until you sent him that wack ass text that he was included in the negative part of your life. the drug dealer was appalled, his body filled with shock and anger as he read your message over and over again.

future bm👩🏾‍🍼

‘this not gon work out no more ony’

‘you too toxic for me and i will never be truly happy and find a man that’ll treat me the way i deserve if i keep fuckin wit you’

ony was furious, but as the chill guy he was he decided against coming to your house or popping up at your job. he knew you would come back to him eventually because there was absolutely no way any man could be better for you than him no matter how “toxic” for you he was. he was a toxin you loved. all he sent was a quick ‘bet’ before moving on with his day, acting as if your words didn’t bring the worst anger out of him. days went by, turning into weeks and before you knew it a month had passed. you were living the happier life you knew you deserved and even started messing with a new guy. jean treated you nice, always picking you up from work and taking you to your favorite spots to eat. he kept you happy and healthy and ate pussy like you wouldn’t believe, but that wasnt enough.

he didn’t check you the way you wanted him to, wouldn’t manhandle you in the way that made you want to melt into the sheets, didn’t say things that would make your thighs shake or heart skip a beat. he didn’t fuck you the way you wanted, the way ony did. so it was only natural that to cut him loose in the end, and take your ass right back where you belong.

“hey mama how was your break” ony said with a smirk as he looked you up and down from his front door. his shirt was nowhere to be found as he stood in his durag and sweatpants. you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how needy you looked right now. “can i come in?” you whispered, your small voice sending a signal to his dick that it was time to wake up. ony loved how shy you got when you came to back to him, the feeling of pride creeping into his chest every time as he looked at your much smaller form practically beg for him without saying a word.

all he did was move to the side, leaving just enough room for you to walk in before closing the door behind you. ony took in the sight of your outfit. a pretty, yellow sundress that hugged all of your curves as well as some fuzzy little slides that showed the pretty pink paint on your toes. of course these were items he’s bought you, as well as the gold necklace and matching anklet with his initial on it. ony couldn’t help but smile at your eagerness for forgiveness, his dick now fighting with the restraints of his sweats as he watched your ass move as you walked towards his room in the dress he bought you.

before you made it to the bed, you felt his big hands grab at your waist, pulling your back towards his chest as he spoke lowly in your ear. “before we do this i gotta know…..you let him fuck you?” a rush of fear ran through your body, stilling you as you tried your hardest not to look guilty. the feeling of his dick poking your ass distracting you as you took a small breath of air. your action told ony everything he needed to know, a tinge of anger rushing through him as he moved his hand flat on your back before slowly bending you over the bed. “i-it wasn’t like you tho daddy” you whined, your voice dripping with fear as you tried to ease the pain of your actions, but it didn’t work. ony just continued on, lifting up your dress to find that you weren’t wearing any panties before slowly freeing his dick from the confines of his pants. “don’t run”

he thrusted into you without prep or warning, feeding you each and every inch of his dick as you screamed bloody murder in the sheets. your wetness already surrounding him as you felt him already begin to move in and out of you. “must be crazy” his voice was low and taunting, the feeling of his rough palms on your ass making your brain turn to mush. “w-we was never t’gether thooo, and y-you was mean t’me pa” you whined, your words slurred as you tried your best to reason with this man, but ony just scoffed. his hips moving harder and he slid his hand to the back of your neck. he pushed your face deep into the sheets, letting you release your screams there as he angled his dick downward towards your stomach.

“bitch we was always together. who pussy is this? say it” you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came through. just spit and tears reaching the sheets as your walls clenching tighter and tighter around his dick. usually ony would let this slide, but since you liked to go out fucking niggas he had to be a little more stern with you. a hard slap was sent to your ass, the sound bouncing off the walls of his room. the feeling lingered on the fatty flesh as you screamed into the sheets at the contact. “answer me when m’talking t’you mama. unless you want me t’stop” his threat instantly brought you back, your whines much more audible as you lifted your face from the sheets.

“n-nooo don’t stoppp” a smirk planted on ony’s face at your desperation, his hand rubbing the hot skin of your ass while he looked at the white ring of cream surrounding his dick. “then answer me” your pussy fluttered as you told him the words he wanted to hear. “s’yours daddy. s’your pussy” a smirk crept on his face, the golds on the canines of his teeth making an appearance as he moved both of his hands to your waist, pushing your stomach to the bed completely before quickening to a relentless pace. “uhh huh, now tell daddy you sorry” ony’s deep voice sent many shivers down your spine, your arch going even deeper as you felt his dick in your stomach. he pulled your head out of the sheets by your hair, giving you just enough room to talk to him as he continued his brutal pace on your sore pussy. “m’sorry daddy m’never gonna talk to him again”

satisfied with your response, ony gave you a quick “good girl” before easing up just a little, his dick hitting your g spot a little gentler as he pulled your back towards his chest, his hand around your middle as he moved his other towards your chin. his brown eyes looked deep into yours as he searched for any lie, but he found none. ony smiled as he watched your face contort into many ones of pleasure. your release rushing towards you as you fucked your self back on his dick. “you missed daddy baby? missed me right here?” he said, his hand rubbing on your stomach as he felt your walls clench in agreement. you nodded your head, letting out a small “yea” before moving your hand towards your chest, your eyes never leaving his as you pushed down on where your heart was. “m-missed you r-right here too” ony felt his heart swell at the sight, his grills completely bare to you as he gave you a happy smile.

“missed you more mama, next time you touch another nigga ima kill him y’hear me?” your pussy fluttered at his words, eyes struggling to stay straight as you mirrored ony’s smile.

“i hear you”

we know Anakin gets off on feeling like a pervert, can we get lil headcanons on that???

RAHHHHH OF COURSE BABY I LOVE PERVY ANI SM

i'm not joking when i say bro can watch me shower idc he's my everything <3

anakin x afab!reader nsfw below the cut warning: somnophilia, slight non-con?

➮ okay so like anakin is basically a stalker. we all know how scary he was at the beginning at aotc. "please don't look at me like that" "why not? 👁️👄👁️"

➮ he likes to watch. just watching you is fun. examining your body, memorising every curve and scar. watching helps him imagine what you look like naked. he goes feral when you expose any type of skin. he's like some victorian lad freaking out over an ankle.

➮ before a relationship with you, he has to be secretive about it. he can't just steal your panties out in the open right? that might scare you, it's just his dirty little secret. anakin likes dirty secrets, they make him feel gross and ashamed. makes him feel like he's a disgusting pervert, but he likes that feeling it makes him horny more than anything else.

➮ anakin glances over at the pile of washing in your basket. he was sure you didn’t even notice you left a pair of lacy panties on the top. they were taunting him, he needs to steal them. he knows it's gross and wrong. god knows if they're washed or not but he wanted to find out. anakin secretly hopes they aren't clean.

➮ he steals them quickly balling them up into his pocket for later. when later comes he's lying back on his bed pressing the crotch of the panties to his nose, inhaling your scent as he touches himself. edging his throbbing cock while he smells you, excitedly he moves them down and licks them too, and finds his new favourite taste. it's not long until the panties are covered in his saliva as he bucks his hips into his hand. anakin's basically cleaned your panties with how wet they are with spit. he feels so dirty afterwards but it was worth it cause he just had the best nut of his life

➮ it satisfies him to hear you ask where your panties are and he's like "oh i don't even know what your panties look like lol" as if they aren't under his pillow covered in jizz.

➮ when he's in a relationship with you it gets even worse and there's no choice but to encourage it. even though he has access to you at all times he'll peek through the crack in the bathroom door to watch you shower. you're not even aware of it until you hear his little whimpers as he touches himself. he loves the sight of soap dripping across your body, your skin glistening under the bright bathroom light. it's too good not to jack off too

➮ humping your pillows is another one of his favourites. burying his nose in your sheets to smell you as he snaps his hips into your pillow. he quietly begs, as if you're there. "please mommy, f-fuck i need you" to the point he's in tears. if you don't catch him he'll just put the pillow where it belongs covered in his cum. but his absolute favourite is when you do catch him and punish him for it😼

➮ he never really grows out of it. as the war continues he gets even worse. if he returns home from a mission late at night he likes to use you while you sleep

➮ resting a hand on your cheek as he takes his cock out of his pants. "i missed you my love" he whispers as he pumps his cock a few times. He pushes your top up until your boobs are out and he can feel them. "you won't mind right angel? haven't felt you in weeks" he moaned pressing feather-light kisses all down your chest while he took off your panties.

➮ he manipulates your body, using the force to keep you sedated as he jacks off over your bare frame. rubbing his cock over your cunt watching every movement you make. "such a slut, even in your sleep you want me so bad don't you?" he whispers. he ruts into your pussy desperately until you wake up confused. you know exactly what's happening looking up at your boyfriend. "m'sorry, m'sorry just need you. i've been craving you"

➮ it's okay though because it's anakin. he gets away with it cause he's pretty <3

Death's Angel

Part 7: Sacrifice

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 6 | Part 8

I know it's been a while since I've updated this series. My life has been super busy, and I even moved. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy! One more chapter to go. as a reminder, the taglist is closed

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series inspired by the art below!

It was evening when the horse Konig had chosen collapsed from exhaustion. You were stranded in the middle of the dark forest, hours away from any landmark you recognized. Your horse lay panting on the mossy forest floor, and you held your head in your hands.

"what are we going to do? we have no money! we're lost! they're going to come looking for us!" you mumbled furiously as you began to pace. konig came over immediately and put his large, solid hands on your shoulders.

"Engel, i told you i would take care of you, didn't i?" he asked as he lifted your chin to look up at him. he gently wiped away your warm tears with his axe-calloused thumbs. "i will figure this out. we will be okay."

"but..but how! and all the gifts you gave me, they're back at the castle, and --" you nearly shrieked. you had never had a panic attack before, had never felt such fear and confusion. your life, unlike konig's, had always been planned out, set in stone, predictable, cushy. every hour of every day was always set with lessons and meals and events. but now your dress was torn, and your broken heals lost during the escape. the cold, damp earth almost stung underneath your soft feet. konig squeezed your shoulders and shook you.

"Engel!" he said, a bit louder this time. you looked up at him with wide eyes. "we are going to be okay. i told you i would take care of you, and that is exactly what i shall do. do not worry about the things i gave you. i will give you that and tenfold again."

he pulled you into a tight hug, grounding yourself in his body rather than your racing, chaotic mind. his arms were almost rock solid, but his body was so, so warm as he embraced you. for a moment, the entire world faded away, and it was just the exiled princess and her forbidden love.

the furious panting of your exhausted horse also brought you back to reality. you gently turned your head against konig's chest and looked at the poor creature laying on the ground.

"will he be okay?"

konig gently rubbed your head. "yes, we just exhausted him. we're not going to be able to go anywhere else for the night. we should not be discovered out here."

you look up at konig. "but what if we are discovered?"

his eyes were soft as he looked down at you. "then i will protect you."

you looked at him sadly. "i hope it doesn't come to that."

"as do i, Engel," he soothed as he cradled your head. "for now, we need to rest. we cannot risk a fire, the smoke will draw the soldiers. we will have to lay close for warmth."

you smile softly at him and can't help the heat that surges to your cheeks. "i'm not complaining."

konig chuckles quietly. "and neither am i."

konig removes his overcoat and wraps it around you before gesturing for you to lay on the mossy ground.

"i..." you look at the moss, feeling a little disgusted.

"ah," he said as he shook his head. "you've never slept on the ground. i almost forgot."

you look uneasily down at the damp, green moss, and take a deep breath. "it's fine." you offer konig an uneasy smile as you hesitantly lay down on the moss. the only surface you had ever slept on was silken sheets on a down bed. never once had you imagined you would be sleeping on cold, damp moss with the one whom you were never permitted to speak to.

konig laid down behind you and wrapped his arm around you, spooning you. "when i build us a house, Engel, you will have the finest sheets and silk like you once did."

you rub his arm. "konig, i don't need any of that. all i want is you."

he gently squeezes your shoulder. "yes, yes, but i still want you to have the finest sheets."

you turn around slightly and lift his hood up to reveal his surprisingly soft lips. you look into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before you closed the gap between you and gently kissed him. you had never felt your humanity so intensely as you did in this moment: laying on the damp earth, kissing your forbidden love under a canopy of leaves and stars.

you snuggle into konig's chest and wrapp yourself tightly around him.

"sleep well, Engel," he whispers. "all will be well."

...

"send out all our troops to find the executioner! he has kidnapped my daughter!" your father screeched to the army commander the moment he saw you and konig disappear beyond the castle grounds. the army commander bowed and swiftly went to assemble his soldiers. your mother broke down on the ground, crying hysterically. your sisters stared in disbelief and disgust.

"you have your orders," the army commander said to his hastily formed troops. "you are to find the princess, and kill the executioner on sight."

the mail-clad soldiers nodded, and set off on horseback to every last corner of Austria.

...

the next morning, you and konig began to wander the wilderness on horseback. with no sense of direction other than the sun, all you knew was that you were heading far, far away from Austria. your heart nearly leapt out of your chest whenever a stray bird rustled in the leaves, or when a deer leaped through the forest. konig sat behind you on the horse with his arms around you as he held the reins. his eyes were sharp from beneath his hood as he constantly scanned the forest for threats.

by midday, you could see a break in the forest. and beyond the meadow that lie past the forest, a silhouette of a mountain could be seen.

"once we reach the mountains, they will surely never find us," konig assured you as he kicked the horse to a trot.

you nodded and held onto the horse's mane.

"HALT!" a voice sounded from behind you.

you froze completely, and all the blood drained from your face. konig stopped the horse instantly.

"turn the horse around," the voice commanded. konig obeyed.

you came face-to-face with a small band of soldiers from your kingdom's army, ones sent by your father. they drew their swords and bows on their horses.

"by decree of the king, executioner, you are to be killed for your crime of kidnapping the princess," the leading knight said in a stern voice.

your eyes widened and your breath almost died in your throat.

"no! i wasn't kidnapped! I went willingly!" you yelled, startling your horse a little. konig whispered something in your ear.

"princess, there is no need to worry. you will be okay from here on out. we will save you," another soldier said.

"no! i mean it! i went with him on my own!" you shook your head as tears began to fall down your face as you panicked. konig did not take his eyes off any of the soldiers for an instant.

"you have been brainwashed, princess, by this devil," the leading solider said. "please, your highness, dismount the horse."

you began to hyperventilate, the air suddenly feeling quite thin in your lungs. your vision on the periphery began to blur, and you could barely hear your voice as you screamed.

"i haven't been brainwashed! I went willingly! i wanted to escape!"

before you could say anything else, your horse was suddenly struck with an arrow right in its skull. the beast toppled over and sent you and konig tumbling to the ground. konig gently grabbed your head and lessened the blow of your skull against the earth.

"step away from the princess!" one knight yelled as they dismounted with weapons drawn.

you and konig still lay on the ground as the soldiers came closer with their swords and bows. you stood up in front of konig and wiped your tears. konig stared up at you in shock as the roles were suddenly switched as you protected him. A princess protecting an executioner; such a thing had never been seen before.

"i won't let you hurt him! he's done nothing wrong! i wanted to leave! can't you see?!" you yelled.

the soldiers quickly surrounded you and konig in a circle. konig hastily stood up but did not dare to touch you.

a knight held out his free hand to you. "princess, you will be safe now."

"NO!" you yelled as you backed into konig and bumped into him. the knights were getting closer to you and him. there was nowhere to run.

"Engel, do not do this," konig whispered to you. you turned and looked up at him in panic.

"do what?! i'm not going with them! I'm going with you!"

suddenly, a knight grabbed you by the arm and yanked you away from konig and out of the circle. konig now stood alone in the center of the circle, not even daring to defend himself against the armed group of knights. there was nothing he could do.

your heart pumped loudly and your blood rang in your ears as you saw a knight behind konig raise his sword.

you couldn't hear your bone-chilling scream as you pushed through the circle with inhuman strength and cast konig aside right as the sword swung.

a cold feeling tore through your chest.

all were frozen.

you looked down at your blood-soaked dress. you felt a pair of strong arms grab you and hold you tight, and the knights threw down their weapons.

your forbidden lover held you as your vision faded black.

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Hi! Do you mind writing a hobie x gender neutral reader fic where the reader is a new recruit to the spider society and as they’re getting toured around they get introduced to hobie and he falls head over heels right then and there? The rest is up to you :)

OOOOOOO HI ANON !! omg that's really cute, OFC I'LL MAKE IT RAHHHHH

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

nobody quite like you – hobie brown x gn!spiderperson!reader

summary: hobie had never expected the new recruit to be so kickass, and he never expected for his heart and face to act so... so excited at the prospect of getting to see and be with them more and more. word count: 685

hobie had just come back from a mission, and instead of the usual scenery he's greeted to back at HQ, it's surprisingly way calmer. this could only mean one thing, 'they're tryna impress a new recruit,' he thought to himself with a smirk as he took off his mask and walked off into the lobby, where most new recruits are held prisoner at before they get to the real fun stuff.

when he gets to the lobby, he doesn't notice any new faces; it's all the same faces he's seen over and over a million times in the past already, not a lot has changed about them though, surprisingly. hobie shrugs at the change of atmosphere but lack in the change of faces in the sea of spider folks he's been seeing, that was until an anomaly broke out of its containment from the upper floors and was dashing out into the lobby in an effort to escape–oh yeah, some action's finally happening.

hobie put on his mask and swung up a few floors up to get a good look at where he can hit the anomaly at, though before he could even land a hit on it, he was greeted with a blurry figure that came out of nowhere and kicked the anomaly to the opposite side. it tumbled down with anomaly as it tried to keep it pinned down to the lobby floor. the 'it' turned out to be a 'they', a spider person, one hobie had never encountered before.

hobie looked over at what was happening, and the spider person looked back at hobie. "web this guy up!" they exclaimed as hobie did it, not because they wanted to, but because it was the most effective way to subdue this anomaly. hobie webbed the anomaly up, and soon, the guys who were tasked to bring this anomaly back into its containment came and cleaned up the mess it left behind in its wake.

the new spider person gracefully hopped down off the webbed and subdued anomaly and dusted themselves off, hobie took off his mask as he looked at them, looking around for their tour guide who disappeared in all the havoc that's been wreaked. hobie came forward and smiled up at them. "well, aren't you something." he complimented you with a chuckle as you returned the chuckle back to him. "and aren't you just... so cool, without the mask too, like, wow." they said with a smile as they took off their own mask, and in that moment, hobie felt something in him—something that felt heated and soft in him. it was a feeling that permeated in his chest, that throbbed when he met their bright gaze; oh damn, what is this ethereal feeling?

he felt a warmth creep up in his cheeks, which he tried to laugh off, but failed, and this was totally new for hobie—he never fails to look or act cool, never when he could do something about it. "ah, huh, guess i am, hmm?" he stuttered out as he leaned against the wall and felt his face get hotter and more flustered as they looked into his eyes with a curious smile. "totally." they answered him as he muttered a 'wicked' under his breath and chuckled again out of sheer embarrassment and sheepishness.

"guess your tour guide got lost in all the chaos, you're a newbie, aren't you?" he asked them as they nodded a little awkwardly. he smiled as he offered them his hand. "whaddya say to maybe skipping all the formalities and just jumping to the next universe over to kick some villains' asses? i won't tell if you won't." he promised with a smirk as they, without hesitation, took his hand and smirked back at him. "oh, you are on." they said as hobie nodded and opened a portal right then and there and looked forward to whatever the two of them would see on the other side, hoping to see them more in action and... possibly feel that wonderful, confounding, lovely feeling in his face and chest all over again.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn

🧊or ☕️ for Jamie??

i've written too much angst today, we need some spicy content too LMAOOO.

JAMIE 'pretty dick' DRYSDALE RAHHHHH😫😫😫😫

nsfw under the cut!!!!!! read at your discretion

you slowly wrapped your lips around jamie's hard shaft, taking some of him in your mouth. as soon as you put his tip in your mouth, jamie let out a soft moan as his hands grabbed your hair for support.

jamie's eyes shut at the impact, his whole body relaxing into your warm mouth. you pulled away, a string of your spit forming from your mouth and his head. you gave his tip a small kiss while he kept his hand on your head, pulling your closer again.

"don't tease, baby, please." he whined pathetically as you wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper than before. he was so sensitive, he needed a release and quickly ─ and who were you to deny the pretty boy?

he started thrusting into your mouth, desperate for any friction. he gripped your hair as his lean fell back in pleasure, whimpers falling out of his soft lips as your mouth working on his dick, licking and taking as much as you can in your mouth. what you couldn't take in your mouth, you jerked with your free hand.

you bobbed your head up and down quicker, your eyes tearing up at the impact. he was so close, he could see the light at the end of the tunnel as he started bucking his hips to meet your mouth, desperate for more friction.

jamie was grunting like a porn star at this point, the sinful noises of your wet mouth and his sounds filling the small room; it was a scene right out of a movie. your mouth felt a warm heaven for jamie, it was so perfectly made for him. he could barely control himself at this point, pushing your mouth deeper on his dick, desperate for release.

you closed your eyes at the impact, trying to concentrate on pleasing him. you felt him twitch in your mouth and you knew was close, he gripped your hair impossibly harder.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n." he cried out in a chant, his mind was clear except for you and how good you were making him feel so good. he was so close, he could almost taste. "so close, baby."

jamie shivered as he felt his climax hit like a truck, his hand on your hair immediately loosening as he emptied his load in your mouth. you swallowed his cum quickly as you looked up at jamie, softly. you both caught your breath, trying to come back down to earth.

he looked down at you, exhaustion evident on his face as he gave you a sweet smile, bending down to you, giving you a sloppy kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

I saw the other anons ask sayin that Leon would want to settle down and you saying smth about h8k being protective with his daughter? What do you think would he do when a boy breaks his princess' heart? It would be so funny because he's dealt with lots of bad things and now boys are his no. 1 problems 😭

RAHHHHH BANGING MY FISTS ON THE TABLE such a complete 180° from the last anon and I’m so excited to write this up hehehe

Reader is gender neutral

Leon is a special government agent, so of course he has connections, and with those connections, he has a lot of information at his fingertips. He can easily look into someone’s history or records.

Which includes anyone who interacts with his daughter. Be that crushes or friends, he’ll ask her for their names and being Leon… he’ll do a little bit of digging. Just a small check of their backgrounds, scoping out their families. Nothing too wild.

It’s honestly a good things he does this, it helps him sleep easier at night knowing the ones that his daughter has grown close to are not there for nefarious reasons or to use her as leverage against him.

Now when it comes to relationships/her being heartbroken?

Leon would find her sobbing one day, her face red and splotchy. His heart would seize in his chest, and he’d rush over to her and fire off a hundred questions, holding her close. She’d tell him all that’s happened, confiding in you and Leon easily and without hesitation.

She had told her crush how she felt, and said crush not only turned her down but laughed at her confession. The rage would simmer in Leon’s body but he would keep his composure, knowing these are teenagers he’s dealing with and is a disheartening part of life.

He’d rub her back and let her cry into him, frustrated and apologizing that he cannot do more.

Then, an idea.

“Hey, bug, why don’t we go to the store, get some snacks, and we can all watch your favorite movie together, yeah?“ he suggests, pulling her away and wiping her tears from her face.

She gives a small smile and nods, sniffling. “Yeah, that’d be cool.” He nods, grinning down at her and helping her to her feet, before making his way through the house to explain what’s happened.

Your heart aches for your child, finding her and pulling her into an embrace. Once you’ve doted on her yourself, the three of you make the trip to the store, grabbing all sorts of confections.

Once home, you settle on the couch, your daughter between the two of you, and let her pick out her choice of media. She settles on a funny, light-hearted one.

About half way into the movie, you began to hear light snoring. Looking over to see your daughter’s head resting against Leon’s arm.

Your eyes meet and you grin at each other. You pick up the remote and pause the movie, and Leon slowly maneuvers her onto his lap before standing up and carrying her to her bedroom.

You follow behind, heart warming at the sight of them. She’ll never be too old to be his little girl. Never too old to have her scrapes and bruises kissed and bandaged.

After Leon tucks her into her bed and her door is shut, he pulls you into an embrace, kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s plan something fun for the weekend, I don’t have to be at work until Tuesday,” he whispers against your hair while stroking your back.

Enthusiastically you agree, wrapping your arms around his frame, excited for the plans ahead with the people you love most in your life.

Ballet au thoughts and ideas

Yes,  they do have a big dance studio and a record player to play some classical vinyl records on a gramophone record player. Most of the music is from Alma’s time, gramophones were invented in 1887 so I think Alma would have one.

Alma isn’t hard on her if Mira makes a mistake. Alma, of all people, knows that mistakes happen and you can’t be mad or upset at them. Just get up and try again. Neither does she tell Mirabel to watch her weight, she’s seen all body types doing ballet back in her day so she would never say anything of the sort. 

She also likes sharing stories of her past ballet experiences with Mira. She does sometimes get a little choked up about it but pushes through to tell the story. 

Also, Alma told her all about the famous stories ballet dancers danced to such as swan lake, the nutcracker, la bayadère, Giselle, and the sugar plum fairy. 

I have a feeling that the sugar plum fairy is her favorite story because 1. It’s a good story and 2. She was in a play about it when she was little. 

And yes, Alma is on a nostalgia kick and pressures Mirabel to do it more. And doing ballet with instruments is not the “perfect” way to go. But I believe Mira isn’t as stressed out as the others, she just feels like she is being a little forced to limit herself (don’t worry, she dances with instruments when Alma isn’t around)

Bruno doesn’t really mind though, he sees a new side to his mother that he rarely ever saw so he’s happy for both of them. 

You know how everyone headcanons that there’s a big stage in Camilo’s room? Well Mirabel’s is a little bit bigger than his, like dis

That was by Alma’s request as well

When Mira’s in the mood for it, she’ll do a couple shows inviting the whole village to watch. When it comes to shows, she sometimes does solo ones, shows with alma, or with the village ballet dancers. And if she can, she’ll sing in them, which is 90% of the time. 

Casita often helps with the props or FX just to make things a little more magical, and they're kind of like a built-in stage hand too. 

Angst section, you don't need to take it seriously, but I needed to put these thoughts somewhere:

For angst, everyone thinks Alma’s playing favoritism (like in the werewolf au). But no one talks about it. We all know she isn’t but y’know. 

On top of that, Imagine how flabbergasted the triplets (yes, Bruno stayed) are when they see Alma doing ballet. They do know what it is, they’ve seen the small ballet class in the village. But they didn’t know Alma knew it, you gotta know how hurt they felt knowing that they’re mother didn’t let them know something that their sabrina/daughter knows. 

I would be a little upset, how you gon let my child/niece know something that I never knew about you? And TEACH it to her?! 

Julieta and Pepa however, feel there is some favoritism going on. 

Bruno doesn’t really mind though, he sees a new side to his mother that he rarely ever saw so he’s happy for both of them. 

More angst tehe; for some “odd reason” most of her family, ( except bruno, antonio, luisa, agustin, and felix) can’t come to her shows. They're either “too busy” or “too tired” or “ it’s too loud”. All of those things are lies, of course. Pepa, Julieta, Isabela, Camilo, and Dolores are never that tired, or that busy, and Mirabel made Dolores ear muffs just so she can watch the show. 

You best believe Alma isn’t pleased with this behavior and sometimes has to force them to come. 

“You can’t be that tired to miss your prima/daughter/sister’s show. You have missed them for the fifth time and I’m tired of it. I expect you to be there on time or else, and I’m NOT taking no for an answer” 

And of course, they are blown away by Mirabel’s flawless work of ballet. But they won’t admit that they’re too pressed. 

RAHHHHH❗❗

Nice to see there's a company. Can't really get behind the family for their excuses tho like. Seriously, why are you so pressed, shouldn't you be happy??? I mean it's not like she just acquired the skills through magic, she has to work hard everyday to get that good. Like stop being so salty and just admit that she's good 😭 pride isn't a good color <33

Shootout to Bruno for staying and going to the performances❗❗❗ And the other family members who go to the performances as well. Major W's on their parts <33

Funny little idea. A suggestion. Luisa absolutely ADORES watching Mirabel and loves going to her shows and watching them. Like Luisa is arguably one of, if not the busiest Madrigal, and she still will straight up drop whatever she's doing (or rather finish up whatever she's doing) and go straight to wherever Mirabel's preforming. And if she's doing a public performance in like the plaza or whatever, she'll just. Stand there and watch. She'll have whole donkey's on her shoulder and just stand there and watch.

Luisa ties the ribbons on her shoes so they look like pointe shoe ribbon and. She helps Mirabels tie her bun when she goes to practice. I think Luisa would peek in on Mirabel's practice when she's at Casita.

Luisa trying not to scream out and throw flowers at Mirabel while she's performing:

Just an idea of course <333

OK I've had a full hour and a half driving to think about this so I have a whole etoiles/bad/cellbit au to present to you now 🖤 but before I begin: RAHHHHH Cellbit angst my absolute beloved thank you PeopleEater you're so right and based and roier would 100% beg cell to eat him omnomnom

Now without further ado:

This is gonna come in 2 parts and I'm gonna start with Etoiles because goddamn that man is WOOF. Etoiles in clerical clothing BARK he is so fine he would look so good in that sexy little priest outfit.

They probably didn't have anything properly his size because how many priests are absolutely jacked? (mmm thinking abt fit too) So it's a little small. So his shoulders and chest stretch the fabric and his thighs and ass in the slacks are enough to distract many parishioners from the word of the lord. Maybe a few of them even come to confession to talk about it. Whether he knows that they're talking about him who knows

He'd be really good at it too, I mean, that man is so sweet and honorable and bright, he's like the golden boy of the church, everyone's favorite priest for his sermons alone. Of course he gets up to some nasty debauchery behind the scenes. (Im still thinking about that one fooletoiles size kink ask and imagining Foolish meeting him in a back room between services to fuck between his thighs still in his pants and turn the confident, holy man into a begging mess to have Foolish inside him. Etoiles gets upset with him afterward because now he has to change)

Cellbit is the newer, priest. Etoiles knows he has some issues, he just doesn't know what and he doesn't make it his business. What matters is that Cellbit is doing well and working to become a good man. Etoiles thinks he already is, Cellbit just has a hard time believing him. Etoiles is teaching him exorcism

Then one day Cellbit comes to him shaking and on the verge of tears and asks him to come to the confessional. He looks really good like that, but Etoiles is good at ignoring such unholy thoughts...Until Cellbit tells him what happened and he gets to prescribe some...particular acts of penance

Etoiles stays in the confessional for a while after Cellbit leaves. It's late, there weren't even services today, but he's expecting someone. And sure enough, though he can barely see it through the small holes in the booth wall, the door to the next chamber opens. He can't see who or what entered, but the scent of blood and ash follows after it, something Etoiles didn't expect to find so alluring. "Greetings Father."

The voice is sweet, high and thick with amusement. Etoiles isn't in the mood for a demon's play, he's fucking upset. He skips the pleasantries. 

"You turned that poor man into a monster," he hissed. 

"He already was a monster." A pause. "You don't seem to be all that offended, are you father?"

The demon plays tricks, they get in your mind. "You dragged him from the faith!"

"I didn't make him do anything. He did it all on his own."  He could practically hear the smile on the creature's face and it made him sick.

"You know," the demon offered. "I could help you too."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can see the truth in you. You liked hearing what Cellbit did. You've tasted blood before and you want more."

Etoiles froze. The confession felt like it had been ripped from his very mouth, yet he hadn't said a word. 

No. "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes." Etoiles took a deep breath in, letting the demon's temptation roll off his shoulders (even if the idea of watching cellbit tear into someone, covered in viscera was enough to start making him hard).

"You ought to burn for what you've done."

The demon tsked. "You're no fun. What are you gonna do? Exorcise me?" Then in a flash, before Etoiles could respond, the world warped. Suddenly he was no longer alone in his side of the booth, but with a pitch skinned, grinning demon perched on his lap. A very pretty demon, wearing nothing but a wine red dress, archstar criscrossed over its bare chest and skirt slit high up over its hips. "Or are you gonna make me repent like you did with your student?"

The demon's tail swishes behind it, and he looked for all the world like the cat who got the cream. Without thinking, Etoiles grabbed the tail and yanked. 

The demon lets out a high gasp that goes directly to his dick. It hadn't seemed to notice, but one clawed hand had shot out to grip his shoulder. Etoiles barely flinched. Instead, he pries it off with his other hand and dropping the tail, picks the demon up to slam it against the wall. Etoiles rolls his hips into the demon's making him whine. "You don't deserve to repent," he mutters, still grinding, nails digging into the demon's exposed flesh. "But I'll fuck you so hard you'll never go near my student again."

"Wh- Language!" For a moment he has to stop. You've got to be kidding.

He doesn't say anything. Instead, he rolls his eyes and drops Bad to a heap on the floor, grabbing one of his horns and shoving his cock in its mouth before they complain. 

Anyway--this definitely wont be the last time they see each other. Etoiles fucks bad's throat against the wall then makes Bad grind on his thigh until he cums, clawing at his back making the priest hiss with delight. Bad begs Etoiles to choke him and he takes his crucifix to burn into the hollow of Bad's throat like a brand as he does. Etoiles also definitely gets Bad a collar with a chain for him to hold short and tight when he fucks Bad ruthlessly over the altar

Bad definitely has a pussy and a dick in this and Etoiles makes good use of everything. I have a lot of demon Bad fucking thoughts. He/it/they Bad is my everything, also.

I have limited time so the cellbit part will come tomorrow but I might make this properly longer and into a fic we'll see

--Sin Anon

OKAY SO I'M INSANE ABOUT THIS BY THE WAY. SIN YOU'RE INSANE!!

"Etoiles in clerical clothing BARK he is so fine he would look so good in that sexy little priest outfit." I have a Thing for priests so I was SO EXCITED to read this. You did not disappoint AT ALL

"So his shoulders and chest stretch the fabric and his thighs and ass in the slacks are enough to distract many parishioners from the word of the lord. Maybe a few of them even come to confession to talk about it. Whether he knows that they're talking about him who knows" First of all, Etoiles in tight black slacks made me dizzy to think about. Poor guy is constantly dealing with leering, hungry eyes and he doesn't even know.

"..imagining Foolish meeting him in a back room between services to fuck between his thighs still in his pants" HEY HEYUM YEAH. Yes Foolish fucking his thighs, yes please. Making a pretty mess of his clothes and laughing at Etoiles frustrated little whines when he realizes he has to change. hah yeah.

"He looks really good like that" YEAH HE DOES, yes Cellbit with big wet eyes all sniffly and needy ngh..yeah I feel normal about it. I'm normal.

"(even if the idea of watching cellbit tear into someone, covered in viscera was enough to start making him hard)." yeah we're the same btw, Etoiles being a good man of faith and yet no one can deny how pretty Cellbit would look covered in blood!

"..grabbing one of his horns and shoving his cock in its mouth before they complain." YEAH GRAB HIM BY THE HORNS. PLEASE. Bbh having horns that people grab to fuck his mouth is everything to me. It's what he deserves!

"Bad begs Etoiles to choke him and he takes his crucifix to burn into the hollow of Bad's throat like a brand as he does." HOT, a brand from a man of the lord. Etoiles is doing gods work, purifying this demon from the inside out! He can't be blamed for it, it's the only way to get to the demon.

Sin anon..please make this into a full fic and drop it in my inbox I love it very very much. Hell, I'll even edit for you

I commented because I'm stupid but I'll just repost my thingy here aha

YOU GOTTA TELL ME ABOUT PACIFIC RIM RAHHHHH (idc if it's out of my usual fandoms I love PR)

And I guess I wouldn't mind some secret Space Opera behind the scenes 👉👈 :]

No worries! Drift Compatible is more about Transformers: Prime than PR, as in all the characters are from TFP. However, all the robots characters are now jaegers! The 'good' robots (the Autobots lol) can synchronize with a human pilot in the Drift, but only if the two of them are drift compatible (title drop lol). So they're very picky about choosing who can pilot them, kind of like how in Harry Potter 'the wand chooses the wizard'. This is bad, because the 'evil' robots (the Decepticons) are attacking Earth, and the world government still hasn't found pilots for many of the jaegers. Then three random kids stumble upon the super secret military base--the war is kept under wraps to prevent mass panic--and they just happen to be drift compatible with the very robots that need them. Cue shenanighans, hair pulling, and a good dollop of angst.

I actually have like four different documents fills with bits that never made it into TGSO, or that were changed to fit the story better! In the very beginning, the story was going to have the POV alternating between Ze and Chilled, before I realized that it would be better from a narrative standpoint to only have one (for the big reveal at the end). Originally the story would also feature more of Chilled's past, with his... familiar troubles, and also Tiff, who went by her Twitter handle 'Sparkly Chaos' and was Chilled's Actual niece. But I felt like that strayed too far from the rest of the story, so I cut it. Here's her introduction, though:

The next twist in their winding road of a relationship comes one day when Ze returns home to find a stranger in his living room.

He stares. She stares back, frozen like a deer in the headlights, her fingers still sunk in Hashbrown's fur where she was scratching him behind the ear; the useless dog is wiggling his butt and panting happily. The girl has dark eyes framed by thick-rimmed glasses, and a sheet of darker windswept hair falling down to her thighs. Her slight build makes those familiar features all the stranger. "…Chilled?" Ze ventures, on the off-chance the man turned himself female for shits and giggles. The girl stands abruptly. "You know him?" In lieu of answering, Ze glances behind her at the smashed window and the ceramic shards littering the parquet. There went the flower vase. The window frame swings back and forth on its hinges in the breeze. Its catch is scratched to all hell: looks like it took her a few tries to get in. Still, not bad for a high-schooler.

"…Who are you?" he asks. "Sparkly Chaos," the girl says, twisting the hem of her shirt. "I, uh, I'm looking for my--" she hesitates. "Uncle. I'm looking for my uncle."

I kinda felt like drawing that aventurine commission thingy you posted a while ago but now I can't decide if I should put Aventurine in his regular clothes or keep the dress.. heavily leaning towards dress tho lmao

And also!! I'm not really that good at drawing, but if it's okay with you I'd like to give it a try and draw you in place of the man (using that dh marriage comm you'd posted before as reference, or another photo/drawing of you if you'd rather?)

- Penacony dh smut anon

AHHHHH anon I think I'd lose my mind and die of happiness if u drew aventurine in that pose WGHFDKSLSJA !!! if you choose to do it I would defer to ur artistic vision but I think aventurine would look very WOOF in the dress 😳 ur so big brained for that idea RAHHHHH

I would also be honoured if you used me as a ref (though ofc there's no pressure) !!! you can absolutely use the last comm I posted, or you can use this one ! but if I do not make a hot enough 1940s man please feel free to draw the other person however you'd like LOL 🫶 either way I'd be stoked to see it 🥺

MY THROAT HURTS FROM HOLDING MY BREATH TOO LONG WHILE READIGNGKGLGG

I would hold my breath until i physically couldn't, take a breath, then hold it again 😭😭

AMAZING CHAPYER IT WAS VERY TENSE BUT SO GOOD IM SCREAMING

I love twinsduo:( i gen love how u write twinsduo soso much, i have a feeling that if u ever wrote a twinsduo centric fic I'd end up getting obsessed with them 😭😭

That last convo was soooo, so many layers

THINGS ARE HEATING UPPP

ONLY FIVE CHAPTERS LEFT THO?!?@?!? GEN IDK HOW IM SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS AAAAAA WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE END WTF

Crimeboys in this chapter made me SO ill man, theyre sooo:(( brothers they are brothers

I think glass crimeboys are one of my fav fic crimeboys ever, i gen love them so much:(

Also SANDDUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO9

PHIL KNOWS THAT TOMMY KNOWS WILBUR'S NAME, DID HE OVERHEAR HIM SAY IT ONCE?? MAYBE HE NOTICED THE SEVERAL TIMES THAT TOMMY CUT HIMSELF OFF RAHHHHH I AM NOT OKAY i need another sandduo hug in my life THEY MAKE ME SOOO:(

I laughed when Tommy tattled on Wilbur tho, saying he thought emduo were gonna try to kill him. It really felt like the younger brother tattling on the older brother LMFAOOO

I love how u write emduo tho man like :( father and uncle energy reallllll can they adopt me pls

I also love how intune they are with each other, best friends fr:( i gen loved all the diff sbi duos we got to see this chapter it was really really lovely

I cant wait for when this fic is done and then i can pull a stars and reread the entire thing in a day 😁 this is deffff a comforting fic to read all at once, the vibes are soooo<3333,÷*=&%($

aa thank you!!

tbh I have a really hard time writing twinsduo sometimes so I'm very glad you like their dynamic lol. it's mostly that in general, techno is the most difficult one out of sbi for me to write, so twinsduo is always a bit of a struggle. but I definitely had a lot of fun writing their conversation in this latest chapter

crimeboys were being SO brotherly in this chapter I love them sm

phil has not overheard tommy saying wilbur's name at all, but yes he has noticed tommy cutting himself off a few times. that and also he just knows that if anyone in the temple knows the pythia's name, it's obviously gonna be tommy, so he was kind of just guessing there too and got lucky

god that was literally such a tattling little brother moment but for a very serious situation

besties aeduo acting as dad/uncle respectively to crimeboys is literally my favorite way to write sbi it's the superior dynamic. I especially love writing aeduo's dynamic with each other when they're not father and son but just best friends who understand each other in a way no one else really can. it's just the implicit trust and the constant understanding and the unquestioning loyalty rahhhh if I didn't struggle so hard with writing techno I would probably write way more aeduo stuff but alas-

"the vibes are comforting" icy says about a fic with multiple murder attempts (/lh I'm very glad this fic gives you so much comfort)

HELLOO EARTHHH 🤭🤭 HRUU???

IM BUSY WITH HELPING WITH MY FAMILY AND TRYINH TO DRAW MOSTLY (on artblock atm💔💔🔥🔥🔥😞😞😞💔) BUT IM DOING WELL💪 I lowkey screamed when I saw my two babygirls kaiser and reo in your working on list(?)) I’m so new to tumblr forgive me💔 YOUR WORKS !! WRITING I SO SO GOOD! I ENJOY READING YIUR FICS SM !! After reading your recent fic of your xmas event i felt the urge to just !! read bnha and watch it again !! 🤭🤭 RAHHHHH !! 🥹 TAKE UR TIME AND REMEMBER TO TAKE BREAKKSS

—🫶

HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOO LOOK WHO IT ISSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED 🫶 ANON !!!!!

I am gud 🤣🤣🤣🤣 artblock sucks - ik how u feel anon :< u know what u should draw me and itoshi rin fighting each other LMFAOOO jkjkjkjkjkjkjk

ALSO OFC I HAD TO ADD REO AND KAISER TO MY FAKE LOVE SERIES !!! kaiser makes me feel some type of way and reo matched the concept too well so when someone requested reo i said AIGHT ☝️ LET ME. (also the list is technically called a wip - work in progress LOL just a lil note)

AND THANK YOU THANK YOU I’M GLAD U ENJOYED THE FIRST DAY, shouto will be my forever number one. FOREVER. no one will EVER match up to him 😐 anyways 🤗🤗🤗 bnha is finally getting good but it’s not good for my psychological health :( RAHHHHHHHHHHH

thanks for poppin in 🫶 anon, hope u find some inspiration soon to help with that art block AND GAUR HELP YOUR FAMILY !!! GO LITTLE ROCKSTAR!!!!

i think life in general is boring maybe. or idk purpose? meaning? its whats supposed to keep you going right. rahhhhh

i think ive fucked things ups for myself. i don’t know i get scared of situations and dont know how to handle. i think ive done things pretty well before but the last time was far too much and i broke. i think because i wasn’t seeing the love as much as the others. i was the outsider of the dynamic. so i guess. but idk i think they were trying to help. i was too scared and i ran. i do that often. i get nervous of a lot. it caught me at a good moment. the fear bit me and tore me apart. i think im intuitive maybe not so much as i think.or idk i saw this coming though i saw the warning signs and still went for it. i was afraid and dissociating a shit ton. i understand. i think everything everyones opinions deterred me sent me to a spiral the isolation wasnt any better. i felt like ppl didnt understand me. what i was saying what i meant. when you poke the bear so many times when you make the bear annoyed i doesnt make things situations better. everything is intense magnefied

i think what i could’ve done in these situations to make it better. communicate better. sort of i stated a boundary though and it was still crossed so :/. i enjoy my quietness and i hope it can get back to that. idk if it will necessarily. i really despise noise and i honestly want to be in a quiet place like ethel and just live a normal life with creativity thats it. i don’t want fear anymore though.

I’ve been making moves that I feel are necessary for my life and I’ve been doing them shamelessly. Part of me is wondering if it’s because I went down on my meds or if I just don’t care because I’ve reached that point in my life. I worked in a toxic work environment for a few months now but the other day I finally quit after they all criticized my mental health. After working there for a while and dealing with so much I thought THINK WHATEVER YOU WANT ABOUT ME I DON’T CARE I AM DONE AND IM LEAVING WITH A BANG! My mind was on fire so I individually told them how they were horrible to work with and told them all to go fuck themselves. I literally said “I don’t care what any of you think of me you’re all pieces of shit” and I said much more. It honestly felt good to say all the things I said. I’ve been through so much the past few years and I struggle pretty bad with BPD so to work in a place where you don’t feel cared about or heard with your co workers or bosses can be very hard and triggering to my emotions that are already intense. I snapped pretty bad because I had enough of my co workers and just working there in general. If you struggle with BPD or have been walked on before I’m sure you can see where I’m coming from in this situation. What happened to me was a BPD split and I just so happened to be in public. My one friend who still works there said the people I cussed out think I’m a crazy person who takes drugs because of how I acted. I honestly think that’s hilarious on my end. I’m happy with the way I left things.

RAHHHHH IM A MANIAC!!! 😂😂😂

What Could’ve Been E2 C1

Oh man guys, things are just getting more and more intense. Also I was listening to Retrogade from TFTBL while doing this

"Their heading to Prescott!!!" I shouted. AJ! That's where AJ was!!! I ran to the side of the building, jumping onto the barrels the we climbed up from. As I ran around, I remembered the door the group came out of. "I can still save Tripp!" I thought, running over to the door. I wrapped my hands on the handles, ready to pull open the door. "Clem, there's no way he'd get out of there." Javi said. My hands rested on the door, biting my lip. Tripp... "I'll tell Eleanor..." I whispered. Turning away, I ran quickly to the truck. "Let me drive." Javi said. "No way, I know how to drive." I stated, making my way to drivers seat. "How the hell does a 13 year old know how to drive?" Javier questioned, hoping into passenger. "A friend taught me." I replied, turning on the engine. My heart beated so fast it nearly leapt out of my chest. I had to regain my composure. We couldn't let them get to Prescott. Not with AJ or the others there. Not wasting another second, I slammed foot on the gas pedal. "Hold on AJ. Clem's coming." I thought, driving down the road. Tripp's truck ran through the walkers with ease, this mans efforts weren't wasted. Only if... After a few minutes, we arrived to Prescott. "Oh my god." I gasped, my eyes widening. The front gates were broken open, walkers pouring inside the community. "We need to get in there!" Javi exclaimed. "No shit!" I shouted, turning the steering wheel violently. The truck plowed through walkers, entering Prescott. "You find the others, I have to get AJ!" I shouted, parking the car, "We meet up here!". "Don't leave without me." Javi said, running out of the car. I watched him leave, before climbing out myself. Walkers swarmed the entire area, eating some of our people. Oh god. With hesitation, I left them to their fate, and ran towards Mitch's. A walker limped towards me, and I pulled out my knife. Kicking it in the knee, I quickly stabbed the undead creature. One of the few good things I remembered about Jane. While scouting for anyone I knew, it occured to me some of the buildings were on fire. Including Mitch's! "No! AJ!" I screamed, running faster than before. I bursted inside the building, looking around. "Mitch?! Mitch?!" I shouted. My eyes darted around the blazing building. "AJ?! AJ!!!!" I screamed, coughing into my hand. I ran up the stairs, looking frantically. There was a faint groan, and I ran into the room. "Mitch, Mitch is AJ with you?!" I screamed, looking frantically. Something grabbed my leg, and I screamed. Mitch was trapped under a large book case, a bullet wound to his cheek. "Mitch." I gasped out. Mitch growled, trying to pull me closer to him. I grunted, attempting to kick him off. "Get off!" I shouted, coughing heavily from the smoke. Mitch dragged me closer, ready to bite my ankle, when a bullet went straight between his eyes. My own pair widened, and I looked behind me. Eli panted, glancing at me. "Eli...did you just..?" I began. "Consider us even, now we gotta go." Eli stated. "No, we gotta get AJ back!" I exclaimed, standing up. Eli looked around the burning building, then to me. "I think Eleanor took him in all this madness." he explained. Biting my lip, I ran out of the building, Eli right behind me. I ran to where Eleanor was normally located, panting. "Eleanor!" I shouted seeing the Asian nurse helping Conrad stand. "Clementine, oh my god your okay!" Francine gasped. "That doesn't matter, we have to get out of here!" Eli shouted. "Where's Tripp?" Eleanor asked. "Fuckers got me..." Conrad gasped. "We can't just leave Prescott!" Francine shouted. "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" I shouted. The group looked at me, going silent. "Where is AJ?!" I questioned. "He was with Mitch. We tried to get him, but those bastards raided the place." Conrad groaned. "That's when they shoot Conrad, we had to go back Clem." Francine hung her head low. "So what, the kids gone?" Eli asked. AJ was with Mitch when they attacked? When they broke in? When they set the place on fire? They took AJ? "No...no no no..." I whimpered. I backed away, shaking my head in denial. "Clementine." Eleanor called out. "Not AJ...Not AJ..." I begged, holding my head. The world around me rung. "Clementine, turn around!" Francine shouted. I felt two cold hands grab me, and I felt everything within explode. "RAHHHHH!" I screamed, whipping around, knife in hand. The knife went clean through the walkers face. Letting out an agitated growl, I kicked the walker to the ground, panting heavily. The group stared at me shocked. "What?!" I exclaimed. They tensed, but said nothing. Panting, I walked in front of them. "Come on, we gotta go now!" Javi shouted, having taken one of our other cars. "I'm going with Clem, I have to take Conrad with me." Eleanor stated. "I have to be with Conrad." Francine replied. Eleanor nodded to her, climbing into the front seat. "I guess I'm stuck with the new guy." Eli muttered. I climbed into passenger seat, taking deep breathes. Francine clutched Conrad's hand in the back, smiling at him. Eleanor turned on the truck, driving out of Prescott. I watched our people getting grabbed by walkers, and eaten. You're on your now... In a world you've grown. That song snuck it's way into my head. I stared at the road, my fist tightening. The car bumped every now and then as we drove through the crowds. My mind was stuck in one place though. "I'm getting my fucking baby back."