#clem and vio

[butchjesus]

you've heard of love languages (for friends / lovers / etc), now get ready for hate languages (for enemies):

words of denial / insult

distance

forcefields / armour / weapons (to keep from touching or to cause physical pain)

acts of disservice

stealing

[hee-blee-art]

some sketch edits for playlist covers

[archangelarch]

Dirt-stained Knees

Clem knows she can't keep doing this with Vio. She's a hunter and Vio's a vampire—she should have killed her a long time ago. But the sight of her on her knees is just too tempting, and Vio knows just how to push to get her riled up.

Vampire/Vampire hunter (OCs) || Wordcount: 2059 || Contains: Teasing, Toxic relationships, Enemies-to-lovers/Enemies and lovers, Trans butch character, Blowjobs, Outdoor sex, Denial, Ends with angst

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“I know what you want, Anthony. Pitch the tough guy act and let’s have it already.”

Vio was genuflected before Clem in the dirt, her chest still heaving from the chase that had put her there. The wood around them was thick with sound, and while Clem’s eyes had adjusted well enough to the dark, she knew Vio could see much better, and the whole predicament had her feeling awfully vulnerable, even though she was the one on her feet with her weapon pointed. 

The stake was nowhere near Vio’s heart, lodged ineffectively at the side of Vio’s neck, just over the epicentre of the darkened veins there—her bite scars. Vio gave a fanged smile that nearly glowed blue in the dark as she watched Clem’s face contort with indecision. 

“You wouldn’t have chased me all this way for anything else,” she continued, tilting her head back, eyes bright. Little excited her more than a hunt, whether playing predator or prey—something they were both well aware of. She glanced down quickly to the fly of Clem’s jeans, levelled at her nose. “So unless you want to tag me and switch up the play to alleviate your guilt at how badly you want me with a little helplessness—”

“Shut up, Vio,” harshed Clem. She angled the stake down and pressed the silver point just behind Vio’s collarbone. Still hardly a lethal position, but if one was very talented perhaps they could skewer a heart at that entry point, and Clem was very talented indeed. 

The thought sent a ripple through Vio’s occupied veins, the branches of her tenant mimicking a racing heartbeat as her body buzzed with eager agitation. The sound of her name (any and all of her names, even the tailored insults Clem would sling when she was particularly wound up) on Clem’s lips was sickeningly sweet, and she wanted little more in that moment than to hear her make more noise. 

Vio braved a grab at Clem’s knee, sliding a palm up the worn and mud-crusted denim and fingering a little frayed hole on Clem’s thigh. The shock of her ice-cold fingertip and pointed nail against Clem’s skin made the hunter hitch and snap the point of her weapon to a new pressure point. The silver burned pleasantly against Vio’s temple, the sensation more noticeable on the skin there. Clem must’ve had it blessed recently. 

“Oh, come now, love,” cooed Vio, venturing just a little further with her finger, enjoying the heat and softness of Clem’s skin and leg hair. She batted her eyelashes up at the hunter. “Are you going to make me beg?” 

Clem didn’t answer, her jaw muscle flexing as she fought to keep her composure. Vio could practically see the scales in her dark eyes, the pleasure of the teetering indecision clear in the rough way she swallowed. Vio, smug, tipped her head forward and nuzzled her face against Clem’s crotch, the zipper straining against the conspicuous erection it held back. It made Vio dizzy to smell how much of Clem’s blood had flooded there, delicious along with all her other scents, musk and sweat and fabric hot from exertion. 

Clem groaned behind pressed lips at the pressure, Vio’s face like an ice sculpture pushing against her pulsing cock and the gentle scratch of her nail in her jeans a maddening tease. They knew this dance well, a denial game as strong as hunger—they could only deny for so long. 

“Please?” mumbled Vio, almost unheard in the swish of the wind and the roar of the crickets. She sounded pathetic, no doubt on purpose, but for a second Clem was struck by the sincerity of the sound, and that broke the last of her resolve. 

Clem pulled Vio’s head back with a stern fist in her golden curls, holding her in place with her stake hand while she used her other one to fumble her fly open and wrench her cock from her boxers. The night air was chilly on her burning erection, but she knew it would be mild compared to where she wanted most for it to be. 

Vio dutifully dropped her jaw and stuck out her tongue, the points of her fangs poking down from the arch of her upper lip, gazing up at Clem, looking pleased. As a spur of punishment just to spite her, Clem hooked a thumb in her cheek to hold her mouth open while she stroked herself in her hand, teasingly close to her awaiting tongue but not yet touching. 

Though the antsiness was clearly sharpening in her, Vio played her part and waited patiently in place, watching with rapture as Clem fisted her cock. It was all Clem could do to pace herself, wishing for the instant gratification of sprinted strokes until she came just as they were, emptying herself all over Vio’s needy face and leaving her unsatisfied. As tantalising a punishment that would be for the vampire, Clem knew there was more satisfaction to be had for the both of them. 

She felt the sharp point of one of Vio’s fangs prick the knuckle of her thumb as she pulled on her cheek, and with a spike of fear she worried it might have broken her skin. For all of Vio’s daredevilry and recklessness, Clem was well aware of just how much restraint she regularly exercised, and was also very familiar with what she was like when her bloodlust broke that restraint. 

Clem quickly drew back her thumb, and a cursory glance-over confirmed there was no cut. Clem felt unbelievably stupid for feeling reassured enough by that to continue, as if she wasn’t about to put something much bigger and much more delicate in Vio’s mouth—but God, the thrill of it was so delicious. 

Clem guided her cock to Vio’s lips. Vio, now able to move her mouth and head of her own will, began to kiss and tongue her tip as soon as it was within range. Her eyes fell closed as she savoured the soft salt of Clem’s skin and the velvet of her precum. Everything about Clem was so alive, especially her tastes, and Vio could never get enough of her. 

“No caps tonight?” huffed Clem, trying and failing to keep her voice level as Vio serviced the throbbing head of her cock. She was puffing out moans as breaths, clinging desperately to a bad impression of her usual flat mettle. 

Vio glanced up at her with brows raised and an easily readable look. A little late to be asking about caps, love.

It wouldn’t be the first time they’d gone without protection, but the scrape on her thumb made Clem nervous. Vio had been remarkably well-behaved of late, which to Clem was the opposite of reassuring, and her resolve was beginning to waver a little. 

One look down at Vio’s expression of drunken indulgence, though, and Clem was tossing all her caution aside and indulging in the sting of the fear. Only Vio could make her that careless. 

“You better stay still, then,” warned Clem, her voice heavy with breath and desire. Vio was dipping her head a little further to take more of Clem into her mouth, her cool lips wrapping around her glans as her tongue teased Clem’s slit. The hunter’s knees shook, but she kept up her sternness. “Keep your jaw wide open, you hear?”

To drive her point home, Clem perched the point of the stake on Vio’s orbital bone, the threat crystal clear—Clem might not be able to deliver a killing blow very easily from that angle, but she sure as hell could do a lot of damage, and eyes were notoriously difficult for the vampire parasite to heal. 

Vio looked up and gave a slow blink as a nod, hollowing her cheeks as she drowned Clem’s tip with attention, all tongue and lips and suction. 

“Good,” moaned Clem, as much praise as affirmation. Vio was obviously very pleased at that and braced both hands on Clem’s thighs. 

Clem held herself stiffly to keep their careful positioning as she began to roll her hips, forcing herself to start slow. Vio sucked her off enthusiastically, holding place as Clem fucked into her mouth. After the first few thrusts, her right hand disappeared from Clem’s thigh, and a moment later she was vibrating moans around Clem’s cock as she touched herself. 

Clem cursed at the added sensation, already near her limit. She fisted her free hand in Vio’s curls and rolled her hips with more abandon, eyes fluttering closed, pushing deeper across her cold slick tongue. She hit the back of her throat and Vio flinched but kept faithfully still. 

“Fucking hell—Vio—!”

It was unclear to either of them if Clem’s call of her name had been intentional, but it set Vio on fire, and all of a sudden she was rubbing her tongue even quicker along Clem’s shaft and sucking her near-to painfully hard. Clem retaliated with deeper thrusts, slamming into the back of her throat, and Vio gagged. Clem couldn’t help but enjoy the sound of her choking on her cock, and she realised all of sudden she couldn’t hold out any longer. 

“Fuck—!!”

Clem took the back of Vio’s head and shoved her skull to her pubic bone, pushing her cock into Vio’s throat to the base and fixing her there as she came. She shuddered as the waves of rapture took her from her right mind, twitching as she released pump after pump of hot cum down Vio’s throat. 

Vio’s brace turned into a push back against Clem, sputtering and trembling as she took the load with a choke and had no way to escape Clem’s hold. Her jaw ached with the effort to keep it open, her fangs tantalisingly close to Clem’s throbbing cock. She could feel Clem’s pulse constricting and expanding the veins running along her shaft against her tongue, and as she fingered herself hard and fast, she imagined what it would be like to bite down with all her might, what a lovely, horrible mess she could make if she only just clamped her jaw—

Clem pulled out from Vio’s mouth abruptly, the dismount as irritating to Vio’s throat as the onslaught. Vio doubled over to cough up spit and cum, more disappointed than anything to see so much of Clem’s spend wasted in the leaves and dirt between her knees. She pulled her hand out of her trousers to steady herself while she fought to right herself, disappointed further by the unintentional edging she performed on herself. 

It took them both a while to catch their breath. Clem had hastily tucked her dick away and leaned up against a nearby tree to collect herself, and when Vio’s coughing spell eased, she stood up and stretched. Her muscles were sore from the strain of kneeling and keeping still, but she enjoyed the pain, especially in the absence of her own orgasm. Her clit was swollen and throbbing in her underwear, refusing to be ignored, and without Clem’s cock in her throat and her own fingers in her cunt she felt unpleasantly hollow. 

“Well,” she said, her usually flowery demeanour unaffected by all the excitement, “someone’s certainly been repressing, and for you that’s saying something. Care to empty yourself that roughly into my other holes?” 

Vio underlined her tease by sliding a hand over the crotch of her own trousers, rubbing herself lazily through the fabric. 

Clem stood up straight then, holstering her stake in one of her belt loops.

“We’re done here,” she answered, clipped and monotone. 

Vio couldn’t help a swell of dismay. “I’ve known you to be selfish, love, but surely you wouldn’t leave a girl hanging like that.”

Clem marched towards Vio and skirted around her to go right past. “You know me better than anyone, Vio,” she said, glancing once over her shoulder as she retreated. “You know that I would.” 

“And what’s to stop me from following you home and putting a little more insistence into my approach, hm?” 

“The same thing as always.” 

Vio stood in place and watched Clem leave, able to track her for a long while through the trees with her superhuman vision, and waited for her to turn around, to look back again and crack a little smile, for anything. 

She didn’t. Vio somehow felt even hollower.

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

apocalypse byler part 10: senior prom scenario!

mike and will occupy the empty auditorium, seeing all the abandoned decorations that scatter the place. streamers are on the floor, balloons are deflated and the sign that says ‘HH SENIOR PROM’ is old and tattered, its one side hanging from the other.

the two boys take a minute walking around, to process the tragic image of a school event that never came to be. will picks up a lone decoration and tries to attach it to the wall with a somber smile on his face. mike on the other hand, looks at the display of empty tables and strokes his hand through the fabric.

‘i wonder how theyre doing.’

‘who?’ mike asks.

’the people. they were supposed to have their prom.’

‘yeah?’

‘so im just wondering how they are right now. so many memories could have been made. they were probably so excited, and it was stolen away, just like that. they didnt know any better either.’ will says, rubbing his fingers together inspecting specks of dust. ‘they must have been so confused… scared.’

‘its not your fault. we’re going to take everything back the way it was.’ mike says in an instant, as if he knew what will was gonna say. will looks back at mike, then to the streamers, and nods slowly.

‘yeah…you’re right. sorry.’

mike stares at will for a while until he clears his throat. ‘you ever had dances back in cali?’

will smiles, shrugging. ‘yeah, one time. it was a smaller event but it was fun.’

mike smiles back, but it quickly fades. ‘did you..manage to meet anyone?’ mike asks.

will chuckles, smirking at mike. ‘well fortunately for you…no. i had some girls who asked me, but i said no.’

mike crosses his arms and looks down with a grumpy look. ‘if it were you 4 years ago, youd be dancing with girls all night.’

will blushes. ‘you’re exaggerating. it was only 2 girls, anyway.’

mike walks to will with a teasing grin on his face. ‘Will the Heartbreaker.’ has a nice ring to it.’ will giggles, punching mike gently on his stomach. ‘i am not.’

’good,’ mike say softly behind will, making the other boy turn around. mike then wraps his arms around will’s waist and pulls him close, making him gasp. ‘i only want you breaking my heart.’

will’s smile drops. ‘..i dont want to break your heart at all.’

’i don’t mind if you did. especially how much of a dumbass i was, i kinda deserve it.’ mike says it jokingly, but will’s kicked puppy dog expression stays the same, making mike’s humerous demeanor drop immediately.

will looks into mike’s eyes, putting both of his hands on his cheek. ‘stop saying that. all you deserve is the best.’ he retorts.

’well… good thing i already have the best.’ mike says with the biggest shit eating grin as their faces draw closer, their foreheads touching.

‘god, you’re such a dork.’ will whispers, looking down. he moves his hands from mike’s cheeks to around his neck, pulling mike closer than he already was. ‘i dont think i can handle you during an actual prom date.’

’oh you wouldnt, byers. im gonna be the cheesiest goddamn date youll have.’

‘oh yeah?’

’yeah. i have plans.’ mike says smugly.

’you thought about it?’ will presses, with mike nodding. will’s curiosity was getting the best of him, and feels himself getting bold.

‘…what would you prefer our prom date be like?’

with mike’s hands around will’s waist and will’s around his neck, it didnt take long for them to start swaying their bodies together. there was no music, only the sound of their gentle breathing. for both of them, it was more than enough.

‘hmm. let’s see. i’d uh..pick you up from your house…’

’mhmmm?’ will hums, looking at mike with so much love. his mouth starts to hurt from smiling.

’id give you flowers.’ will scoffs and rolls his eyes. mike chuckles and continues.

‘… and a mixtape,’ will looks up at mike once again. ‘..of all the songs that reminded me of you when you were gone.’ the two boys smile at each other.

’and we’d take photos. id hold your hand. our moms would be all over us.’

will laughs in response. ‘we’d never make it to prom at that point.

mike giggles. ‘yeah.’

he notices will bite his lip and avoiding mike’s gaze. ‘whats up?’ he asks.

will loves the way mike wont let him have any thought unspoken.

‘would you want to do that to yourself, though..?’

mike furrows his eyebrows, still not getting at what will’s saying.

’would you want to be seen with me?’

mike stops in his steps, ceasing their swaying motion. will’s gaze was still averted, clearly fearful.

‘i just dont want you to feel uncomfortable. i dont wanna pressure you or feel like you have to be seen with me because-

mike puts his one hand on will’s face and brushes his thumb on his cheek.

‘will. i love being with you. and i want people to see me be with you. and if they have a problem with that?’

mike’s thumb gently lifts will’s chin up, making their eyes meet. ‘’then they can go to hell.’

will stays silent, taken aback by mike’s simple but impactful words. its as if his worries were washed away in an instant. not too long after, his eyes are flooding with tears.

‘…are you sure?’

mike sighs and kisses will’s forehead. ‘yes. when this is all over, i swear to god im taking you to prom. and not just prom, but dates too. we’ll listen to music together. i’ll introduce you properly to my parents. and all the things i said before wont just be a fantasy anymore. we’ll be out in public, where everyone can see us. i dont want to hide anymore, will.’ will’s lips curl up the more he hears mike talk.

mike looks at him with expectant eyes. ‘do you… feel the same way?’

’yeah!…yeah.’ will sniffs. ‘i do. id really like that.’

‘cool!’ mike replies, his voice cracking. the two boys start laughing together.

‘cool.’

mike stops laughing and looks at will in the eyes with a confident smile. ’remember, whatever happens..’

’..we’ll face it together.’

they smooch ❤️❤️❤️

[yellowsugarwords]

Not sure if you're still doing TWDG stuff, but could you do the Ericson group and the Garcia reacting to Clementine being tortured by another group and talking care of her?

oooo here we go with the angst (ima do just the teen characters and not the kids for the Ericson kids). Here’s a little intro to ~set the scene~:

this is also gonna be so long guys oops I’ve been working on this for WEEKS so I really really hope enjoy it ;-; this is a long one so buckle up

Clementine didn’t know what had happened. One moment, she was fighting off Delta members/Raiders breaking into Ericson/Richmond territory, next thing she knew, she had a weapon to the back of her skull and darkness. The next four days were hell. She knew they were waiting for Ericson/Richmond to arrive - to capture more or to demand some type of blackmail - but they had already discussed this before. Under no circumstances were they to wager anything in exchange for her. She would find her own way out. Then, in the midst of a boat leak, Clementine managed to hobble away in the midst of the chaos. Swimming through water to reach land was difficult with a broken arm, and her cuts burned from the salt. She was coated in cuts, bruises, scars, and a black eye. She had a limp, and was positive her arm was certainly broken, or at the very least sprained. All she had left to do was find a way to wobble home; a task that took hours, her soaked body shivering in the cold night air.

Marlon: Marlon felt his heart stop when he heard palms slam against the front gate. It always caused a spur of panic, but spotting Clementine clinging to the gate, attempting to stand upright, he dropped everything he was holding. “Guys!” he screamed. He knew that’s all it would take to get everyone there. He fumbled with the key and ripped the gate open. “Louis, close it,” he pleaded, taking Clementine in his arms and pulling her inside. He clutched her as she crumbled to the ground, cradling the girl in his arms. “Where's Ruby?” “She’s on her way,” Mitch assured, looming over his shoulder. “Get her here faster!” He begged. He immediately attempted to identify all of her wounds, wanting to get her to treatment as quickly as possible. He clutched her, watching her writhe in pain, feeling his heart ache as they desperately awaited help.

Louis: Louis was on morning watch. In fact, he had hardly left his post since Clementine went missing. How could he focus on anything else? He just wanted her to come home. Alive. When he saw a figure sliding closer in the morning fog, he tensed, raising the bow-and-arrow Marlon had lent all shift workers in case Delta came back. But then, he saw the limp, the hand gripping their right arm, and the hat. The hat. “Clem?” He called. His heart sank as she drew closer. That was when he finally noticed her condition. She had been brutalized. “Clem! Oh my god,” he rushed to her side, sweeping his arms around her. “Ruby! Someone get Ruby! Now!” Faintly, she began to slink toward the ground, Louis clutching her tightly as he eased her down, cradling her in his arms. “Clem, please stay with me okay?” He could feel his throat slowly closing. “Please. Help is coming.” In the passing days, Louis never left her side, even sleeping on the floor of her room to ensure she was kept safe and was not sought out again by the Delta.

Violet: Violet twirled her hand axe around out of boredom, wandering back and forth around the perimeter on patrol. “Anything?” Louis called from the watchtower. “What do you think?” She tossed back. Louis suddenly went silent. “Woah woah,” he tapped the railing of the watchtower. “Violet, ahead.” Violet wandered back to the front gates, squinting, then dropped her axe. “Holy, shit.” She fumbled with the lock. “Louis, get down here.” “Is it bad?” He asked, sliding down the ladder. “It’s Clementine.” Louis said nothing, just darted after her. Violet threw the gates open, running up to Clementine and wrapping her arms around her. “Oh my God I thought I lost you,” Violet gingerly took Clementine’s weight as she fell into her, unable to hold herself up anymore. “Come on, Clem. You’re safe now, I got you.” Louis stood behind them, ensuring they were both okay. “I’ll go get Ruby,” he whispered, breaking into a sprint.

Mitch: “Stay back!”  Mitch called, aiming toward the strange figure lumbering toward the front gates. His fingers tightened, ready to fire, but the instant he heard the faint “Wait,” called out to him, the arrow shot into the ground beside him, dropping his bow. “Clementine?” All he heard was a small sob. In one swift motion, he opened the lock and pushed the gate open, rushing to her side. He gingerly took her elbow in his hands, studying her bruised and bloody face. “Clem,” his voice was breathy, attempting to hide the swelling tears. Clementine stumbled, pushing her weight fully into him. Quickly, he wrapped his arm around her back, propping her upright. Without thinking twice, he lifted her into his arms and pulled her inside. Marlon was standing by the open gates, first confused, then horrified. “Get Ruby. Now.” Marlon listened immediately, closing the gate the moment Mitch wandered inside. Gently, he started for the building, not wanting to jostle her too much. All he could do was stare down at her, eyes swelling, and heart breaking.

Aasim: Aasim was finishing the clean-up from dinner, exhausted and ready for bed. The instant her heard screaming outside, he dropped everything and hesitantly made his way to the front door, peeking nervously outside. He saw Louis, Violet, Marlon, and Mitch slowly approaching the gate, quickly opening and closing it. They were screaming for everyone, but specifically for Ruby. Aasim pushed the door open, making his way down the steps cautiously, until he spotted the familiar hat and hair. “Clem?” He breathed, stunned. Was he dreaming? But seeing the panic in Louis’ face and the tears on Violet’s cheeks, he knew he wasn’t. She was laid down on the ground and he quickly scurried to their side. “Oh my God, what happened to her?” “Delta.” Mitch spat, venom practically falling from his lips. Aasim could feel his gut twist. She was whimpering and shaking. She clearly had a broken arm, along with blood and bruises littering her body. He felt sick. How could someone do something like this?

Ruby: Ruby was waiting in the study, flipping through another dusted, aged book, when she heard the emergency bill ring from outside. She threw it to the side - practically across the room - and darted outside. The moment she got out, Luis was fumbling to open the gate. “Louis? What are you,” her voice trailed off into the night when he guided Clementine into the gates, limping and swaying into him. “Christ,” she mumbled under her breath. “Set her down over there!” Ruby called, pointing to one of Ericson’s picnic tables. “Tell someone to grab my med kit.” While calling out commands, she tore her jacket off, laying it down on the bench. The moment Clem was placed on it, she wrapped it around her in an attempt to keep her warm. “Clem? Clem, han gon, okay? I’m gonna patch you up, hun.” She felt like one of her little ones had been hurt.

Omar: Omar hated guard duty, but always passively took his role. He normally wanted to cook, clean, and head to bed early. But the second he spotted a figure approaching the gates, any exhaustion he felt vanished. He rang the alarm bell, alerting the group to an intruder's presence. “Stand back,” he said, aiming Marlon’s bow-and-arrow in their direction. “Stay,” his voice trailed off, and suddenly the bow-and-arrow clattered to the ground. “Clementine?” The question rang through the courtyard, and every Ericson kid that was walkling burst into a spring. Omar started fumbling with the lock. “Guys, help!” he yelled over his shoulder. The second the door was open, he gingerly took Clementine’s shoulders and escorted her inside. Marlon made sure to immediately lock the gate behind them, and Ruby came to aid in helping her walk. “Ruby, bring your stuff to this table.” Omar insisted. He knew they didn’t have time to bring her inside.

Brody: All Brody heard was yelling at the front gates. But by the time she stumbled out of Ericson’s front doors, she knew why. Someone was clinging to the front gates and Marlon was frantically trying to unlock it. “Oh my God, Clementine?” Her voice was breathy and lost as she fumbled down the steps, then darted to the front gates with all the speed she had in her. “Clem?” She was alive. Somehow, she had made it. “Oh my God!” She was thrilled, but the moment she drew closer, she noticed what bad shape she was in. Marlon and Mitch guided her inside and Brody darted up to her, holding her beaten face between her palms. “Clem, what did they do to you?” She could feel the tears welling in her throat. “We got you. You’re gonna be safe. You’re gonna be fine.”

and now the Garcias:

Javier: Javier paused, his heart stopping as he saw commotion at the gate. Drawing closer, he saw one of the Richmond members working security guiding Clementine inside, beaten and bruised. “Clem?” He asked, breathless. He couldn’t feel his legs, but regardless he ran. “Clementine!” He wailed. He swatted the guards away. “I got her, I got her,” he was breathless, both from terror and the run. “Clem? Clementine?” He said, clutching her shoulders. She groaned at the pressure it placed on her arm. Swiftly, he scooped her into his arms, bringing her close to his chest. “Hang in there, okay? I’m taking you to Eleanor.” His heart was racing, but he didn’t care. The burning in his legs didn’t matter. He just needed her to be okay. “Please, please don’t leave me.” He begged, hearing her whimpers of pain.

Kate: “Javi, what’s happening?” Javi stood speechless, staring toward the front gates. Hesitantly, he gestured. Kate turned, spotting two guards hauling Clementine’s weak, frail body inside. Kate clutched Javi’s arm, keeping her from falling over. She felt like the earth had been ripped out from under her feet. “Oh my,” she cut herself off as she started to run, her panicked sigh morphing into a scream. “Clementine!” She could tell the whole town probably heard her, but she didn’t care. She tripped over her feet as she ran, immediately placing her hands on her cheeks when she got close. “Oh Clem,” she heaved through gasps and tears. “Oh honey, what did they do to you?” Clementine could only whimper. Kate swatted the guards away, taking the teen into her arms and kneeling to the ground. “I’m here. I’ll stay with you until Eleanor arrives.” She flipped around, desperately hoping someone was fetching her. Luckily, the panicked stares of residents her way confirmed that. All she could do was hold Clem and cry.

David: “Approaching!” One of the guards yelled. “Aim,” David said passively, making his way up the stairs to study the threat. The moment he spotted the teen, limping toward the gate, clutching her arm, he broke into a sprint. “Call Eleanor, now.” he demanded, racing down the stairs. “Open the gates!” he screamed, darting as fast as he could toward the front doors. Just as they were barely opened, he slipped through. As Clementine began to collapse, he jumped forward and grabbed her. “Hey, hey, come here,” he flipped around. “Where is the medic?” His voice was hoarse from screaming. Once this was all over, he was going to demand a faster protocol. Swiftly, he picked her up, his heart stinging as she whimpered and cried. “It’s all over now,” he hushed. “We’re gonna get you patched up, just hang tight.” He broke into a sprint, keeping the teen close to ensure as little jostling as possible. “We need a fucking medic!” He refused to lose another daughter.

Gabe: Gabe heard a commotion near the front gates and knew something was up. By the time he could spot the gate, he could see two people on watch-duty hauling someone instead, weak and dragging their feet against the dirt. He squinted, slowly wandering closer, until he spotted that familiar hat. His heart fell into his stomach. “Clementine!” He broke into a full sprint, his legs numb by the time he reached them. “Oh my God, what the hell happened to you?” Clementine just groaned. The guards passed her immediately to him, knowing they needed to get back to their post. “Hey hey,” quickly, he wrapped his arms around her: one around her back and one around her head. “I’ll fix this, okay?” He quickly flipped around, kneeling to the ground so she could rest. “Eleanor!” He screamed. “Someone get Eleanor, now!” He refused to leave her side until medics arrived. Until then, he brushed at her hair and held her close, only wanting to keep her calm.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[parabolicharge]

//still no page but have some refs (kinda) for clem's verses !! haven't fully figured out his scar/vio verse(s) but i'm thinking they'll be slightly different from each other :]

[ericsonclan]

Never Again

Summary: Mitch and Violet process their guilt in the aftermath of the fight with the Delta where Violet and Clementine were permanently injured.

Word Count: 2645

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“Shit, looks like it’ll rain soon,” Mitch’s expression was sour as he led Violet onto the upper decks then his eyes widened in apology. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to-”

“Remind me you can see? Chill, Mitch,” Violet waved her free hand dismissively, the other clinging tightly to her friend’s arm. “Stuff like that doesn’t bug me. It’s the actual blindness that fucking sucks,”

“Ruby said you were seeing some things thought, right? That’s a good sign,”

Violet shrugged. “There’s some light, vague colors, blurry shapes. She told me I’d pretty much have to re-memorize where everything was. I just hope it’s not too long till I can actually find the head on my own. I’m sick of being escorted to the bathroom, especially by Prisha. It’s fucking embarrassing,”

“Prisha doesn’t mind. Hell, she probably enjoys helping you find the bathroom,”

“That’s fucking weird, Mitch,”

“Shut up,” Mitch’s brow furrowed as he looked out on the sea once more. It was a sickly green. There would definitely be a storm tonight, probably a rough one too. But for now the upper decks were empty, the ship anchored in place. Louis had arranged for the rest of the crew to be occupied with other tasks so that Violet could get in her exercise without being overwhelmed by the sounds of others at work around her. Ever since the injury, Violet had been especially sensitive to noise. Giving her space to relearn the ship wasn’t much, but it was all most of them could do for now.

Cautiously, Mitch stepped over toward the center of the ship. “We’re approaching the main mast if you want to touch it and shit. Heard that helps,”

“Yeah,” Violet’s voice was soft. It had always been that way but now it seemed as though she rarely spoke above a whisper. She reached out hesitantly, her fingers tracing the wood that was smooth from years of being weathered by the winds and waves. “It feels like it always did: like a mast,” Her hand moved upward, tracing one of the ropes that dangled alongside the mast. Mitch wondered if she was remembering all the times she used to climb the mast with ease and head along the main boom, sitting amongst the sails in her own private world. Someday she would get that back. She had to. Violet wouldn’t be Violet without somewhere to hide all by herself.

“You’re doing it again,”

“Doing what?”

“Pitying me. I know I make it easy, but you could at least do a better job of hiding it,” Violet’s hand dropped, and she waited silently for Mitch to take her arm and guide her once more. Mitch acquiesced, guiding her step by step toward the fore mast. Violet’s grip on his arm was tense. Gently he placed his hand on top of hers on his arm, hoping the gesture would help center her. He glanced over at her face, still covered in bandages. It had been a few weeks since the explosion. Hopefully with time her eyes would grow strong enough to handle sunlight once more but who knew when that would be.

“For what it’s worth, I wasn’t pitying you,”

“Mhm,”

“I’m serious! I wasn’t thinking of you at all! Well I was, but I was mainly thinking about what an idiot I was for staying on the ship that day. I should have jumped over to help you and Clem,”

“That’s fucking stupid. You were busy protecting Willy and helping Brody. Everybody was swamped. Besides, it’s not like having you on the Delta ship would have changed anything. A fucking cannon exploded. Nobody could have stopped that,”

She was right. Still, it did little to ease the guilt. Violet had been blinded, perhaps for the rest of her life, and Clementine had lost a leg because of that Delta attack. Meanwhile Mitch had escaped relatively unscathed. That wasn’t right. No matter how much logic there was in Violet’s words, Mitch had found his thoughts trapped in an unending loop these past weeks, caught in a replay of the day’s events again and again, wondering what he could have done differently. Perhaps if he’d coordinated better with the others, they would have been able to spare him on Ol’ Kickass and he could have jumped over onto the Delta pirates’ ship. Thoughts of spotting the faulty cannon and pushing it out of the way were fantastical at best but still if he had been over there then perhaps he could have shielded Violet from that blast, covered her and Prisha and taken the brunt against his own back. For his back to be covered in scars was nothing compared to what had happened to Violet’s eyes.

“We’ve taken fifty steps, right?” Violet’s words cut through the haze of his thoughts.

“Uh, yes?”

Violet sighed in annoyance. “You’re supposed to be counting with me, dumbass! How am I gonna remember where everything is if I can’t get my steps right!”

“Let’s take a break,” Mitch muttered, pulling Violet toward the bannister of the ship.

“I don’t need one!”

“Well I do!” Mitch immediately regretted his tone. “Shit, Vi-”

“No, I get it,” Violet’s tone was bitter, cold. “It’s a lot of work being with somebody who can’t fucking see,”

“That’s not what I-”

“I want to go back to the room now,” Violet was trying to hide it, but Mitch caught the tremor in her voice.

“Vi, if we go in there, we’ll wake up Prisha from her nap. We barely got her to take one in the first place. You know as well as I do if we head in there before we said we would, Prisha will never let herself take a break again,”

“…I know,” Violet’s voice was quieter than ever as her head bowed.

Shit. All he had done was make her feel like even more of a burden. “Vi, you know what I meant by that. Prisha loves you. So much that she doesn’t rest like she should sometimes. That’s why I said that. It’s not your fault,”

“If me telling you it wasn’t your fault doesn’t work on you, what makes you think turning it the other way around will work on me?”

Mitch looked over at his lifelong friend. Her body looked so frail now, thin as a pile of kindling and battleworn with cuts and burns littered all over her neck and arms. A tear had slipped from below her bandages and was slowly making its way down her chin. Yet she stood as resolute as ever, the same fire still burning within her that he’d seen each day she fought to keep them alive on the streets. Violet was battered and bruised, but as low as her spirit had fallen it was not yet broken. He would make sure it never did. Taking her hand again, he led her back towards the main mast. “Come with me,”

“Where are we going?”

“Where you want to be. And since nobody else is on deck they can’t fucking stop us,”

“And where is that?”

“Just… stay here, OK? Wait a minute,” With that Mitch began climbing up the mast, stopping only once he had reached the boom. Violet was standing below looking lost but still waiting to see what he could do. Reaching for the nearest rope, Mitch pulled it up, looped it with a stopper knot to close the loop then threw it over the boom and lowered it toward Violet. The wind that had picked up slightly made the rope swing back and forth, hitting Violet’s cheek as it drifted down.

“What the fuck?” Violet exclaimed, backstepping in shock.

“It’s just a rope!” Mitch called down. “Find the loop and step through it! I’m gonna use it to hoist you up!”

Violet seemed unsure of the plan. Her hands ran across the rope cautiously and when she found the knot she tugged it, testing its strength. Of course it held. Mitch’s knots always did. She stepped through it one foot at a time, positioning the loop snugly before nodding. “Ready,”

Slowly, placing one hand over the other, Mitch pulled on the rope. Violet lifted a few inches off the ground. Inch by inch he pulled her up, taking his time to make sure that the ride up was as steady as possible. As soon as Violet was within reach, he tied off the rope and took her hand, pulling her up the rest of the way. “Careful. We don’t want you stepping anywhere you shouldn’t,”

“This is fucking insane,” Violet’s voice was tight; clearly she was worried to be up so high.

“C’mon,” Mitch cajoled, trying to ease her fears. “You know the walkways of this ship better than anybody,”

“That was when I could fucking see, Mitch! Shit… take me down,”

“Are you sure?” Mitch’s hands held Violet’s, feeling the tension that froze her in place. “If you’re sure, I will. But I promise I won’t let you fall,”

The tears on Violet’s face had dried in the wind, now faint traces upon her cheeks. Her face turned into the wind, the rough locks of hers blew waving this way and that with the gusts. She was considering her choice. Finally, she spoke. “I want to be sitting. My back against the mast,”

“We can do that,” Mitch shifted to position Violet at the point where the boom was thickest, angling her so her back rested against the security of the mast. Helping guide her to sit, Mitch took his seat beside her, his hand in hers. “The rope’s still around your waist. Nothing’s gonna knock you over that I can’t stop,”

“There’s a storm coming,”

“We’ve still got a few minutes before we need to head inside,”

They were quiet as they sat up there together, their feet gently dangling beneath them off the edge of the boom, kicking the air as they took in the salty sea breeze and the calm, steadfast presence that was the sea. Violet remained silent, but Mitch could tell that she had relaxed a bit, her form no longer as tense as it had been not long before. Instead her shoulders slouched forward by her neck, her back curving with the same terrible posture that Ruby always scolded her on ever since they’d met.  

“What color is it today? The sea,”

Mitch looked over, rather surprised Violet had spoken. He cleared his throat. “It’s that gross green color that it gets before a storm, like snot,”

“And the clouds?”

“Really dark, grey. I bet you can picture the shade they are from how the thunder has started rumbling,”

Violet nodded. “That’s what I guessed. I just hope I can remember it later on, once…”

“Once what?”

“Once I’ve had these bandages for years,”

“Violet. That’s not gonna fucking happen. Ruby said it herself: the fact you’re seeing colors and shit means you’re not gonna need those bandages forever. You’re gonna see again,”

Violet shook her head. “It’ll never be the same. My eyes will be shit for the rest of my life and the longer they’re like that…” her voice broke. “The more I’ll forget,”

The tears were coming faster now. Mitch was unsure what to do. He didn’t want to shift much for fear of putting Violet in danger. Swapping the hand that held hers, he used his free one to take her shoulder and guide her head to rest against his shoulder. Her tears dampened his shirt as the rain began to fall in a light drizzle. Mitch remained silent. All those years on the streets when they were starving and beaten and cold he’d never seen Violet cry. Perhaps that was because she was never alone; Tenn and Willy were always around, needing guidance and protection. Needing her to be strong. But now they weren’t here to see her cry and for the first time in his life Mitch saw Violet cry. All he could do was stay beside her and let it come out.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his eyes downcast. “I know it’s not worth shit, but I am. We were always there for each other, no matter what. Finding food, looking out for danger - we had each other’s backs. That didn’t change when we became pirates. It’s still my job to look out for you, to protect all of you. I failed that day. But it won’t happen again, not ever,”

“You’re not the only one,” Violet murmured. “Our family’s grown since the days on the streets. We all look out for each other. And Clem got hurt on my watch. I was right there, on the same fucking ship, and I couldn’t do anything to stop Minnie. Clem lost her leg; it’s gone. Maybe if I’d been able to get Minnie to listen…”

“That’s what you’re blaming yourself for? Vi, whatever happened to Minnie all those years she was gone changed her. Changed her in a way there’s no coming back from. She wouldn’t listen, not to any of us,”

“I could have tried harder,”

“You gave it your fucking all, Vi. We all saw that. Nothing was gonna get through to Minnie. Her head’s too fucked up for that now,” Mitch looked to Violet, seeing the uncertainty in the uncovered portion of her face. “Vi, you can’t see what happened to Clem as your fault. That was all Minnie,”

“And my wrecked face is a cannon’s fault, not yours,” Violet turned to Mitch as if hoping to get some confirmation her words had touched him even through his silence. “Guess it’s not that easy to accept, huh?”

“Not easy at all,” Mitch kicked out his leg, the toe of his boot scuffing the mast.

“Then what do we do?”

“Make sure nothing like this ever happens again,”

“And if we can’t do that?” The fear in the question was palpable.

Mitch squeezed her hand, gripping it all the firmer. “We get stronger. We give it everything we’ve fucking got. Just like we’ve always done,”

A small smile crossed Violet’s lips. “Should’ve known you’d give an answer like that,”

Mitch shrugged. “It’s all I’m good for. Put me in front of an enemy, I won’t stop till I obliterate them,”

Nah,” Violet shook her head, “You’re worth more than that. You’re the only one to have the guts to get me up here again. That’s worth something,”

A rueful smile tugged at Mitch’s face. “It made you feel a bit better?”

Violet nodded. “A bit more like myself. We should probably get down though. Rain’s getting harder,”

“Right. You OK up here on your own for a minute?”

“I can manage,”

Climbing down from the mast, Mitch kept a careful eye on Violet, ready to catch her if need be. Once his feet touched the deck he grabbed the rope, giving it a tug to signal he was about to start before slowly letting Violet down inch by inch. Her feet had scarcely reached the deck when the rain truly began to pour. They both ran hand in hand toward the steps to the lower decks.

“I’ll tell the others we gotta get ready for the storm!” Mitch called over the sound of the rain. “You think you can get back to the sleeping quarters on your own?”

“I’ve got this!” Violet called back. Letting go, she traced a hand along the wall of the corridor leading toward the rooms. “Go get the others!”

Giving Violet one final glance, Mitch turned toward the kitchen where he knew Omar had most of the crew busy at work peeling this week’s potatoes. Violet was gonna be alright. Not all the way better, but she wasn’t giving up. She’d continue her own internal fight and he’d do his best to keep her safe. He’d keep all of them safe. It was time to weather a storm.

[esto-es-un-error]

I’m so happy for episode 2 of twdg final season, seeing clem kiss and flirt with vi was so damn cute. I hope vio doesn’t leave clem for minnie after this, it sounds selfish but come on they are amazing together and it would break my damn heart and also clem’s. Well, that if there’s a third and fourth episode, hopefully there is holy shit

[artbyange1]

Hello, it's me (jk that's too old). Here are some sketches (light studies?), you can see our dears Clem and Vio there, shame we won't be seeing more of them from Telltale :c

[four-broken-swords]

“time goes backwards” (Vio and clem boiii!)

The child wearing the sundress has Vio taken aback. She’d just wheeled-rather quietly!- out of an aisle and nearly hit him before letting out a tiny plea in a hushed voice.

“Excuse me! There’s a walker in the store and I can’t.. I can’t get to my friend! Would.. Would it be okay if I went with you until we find him? I know he won’t leave without me…”

Vio looks down at her, hand on his hockey stick slowly lowering as he thinks, unbidden, of Red. Sitting back with his brothers while he scavenged anything they could use at this grocery store. The child was probably around his age, too.

“Sure, Kiddo. You can hang out with me until we find your friend.”He stoops a bit since he’s much taller than her to offer his hand to Clementine.

“You can call me Vio. What’s your name?”

[butchjesus]

so. vio collects trinkets and glass figures and dolls from all over the world. and is completely obsessed with clem. so she absolutely commissions dolls of herself and clem from her favourite dollmaker and would be very nitpicky until they're perfect. and then would fully play house with them in a little bespoke dollhouse and dress them up and carry her little clem doll around with her and brush his hair and stuff. which is of course super normal and casual /sarc

[hee-blee-art]

vio and her favourite little vampire hunter <3

[image ID: six sketch pages featuring vio (she/any), a thin youthful vampire with light skin and light curly hair, and clem (she/he), a stocky middle-aged butch vampire hunter with light skin and dark greying hair. the first shows clem in a collared shirt and vest wearing a moustache, as well as in her more modern look, with shorter hair and in a dark tank top. in the subsequent sketches, she is shown in her modern look in various outfits and poses, mostly looking bored. in the final two pages, they are shown with clem. in the first, they are leaning their face close to clem's and tipping his chin up, smiling at him. in the next and final image, vio and clem are still embracing and turn to look at a blushing anonymous figure as vio says, "you should leave, this is about to get weird." end ID]

[atelophobixs]

Plot where Clem gets stuck in a video game vio magic bullshit and shes cast as the sterotype damsel but shes trying to kick ass at the same time.

[butchjesus]

but I made the death maze especially for you. I carved your name in the ancient rock at the center. and you STILL don't want to be boyfriends??

[butchjesus]

sometimes I get clem and vio's names mixed up for no conceiveable reason, and I think that if they somehow could know that they would have opposite extreme reactions. vio would be delighted. clem would be horrified

[hee-blee-art]

here are their tags if you're unfamiliar with them (horror / blood cw for most of them):

lucifer / beelzebub

k & kiri

clem / vio