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simply-zhouye · 3 years

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Zhou Ye: The Wonderful Ideas of Lotte Girls // Esquire Fine photoshoot & interview ~ a really wonderful interview with Yezi!

Read rough translation of interview below: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/lY3oBM51ytlua7S8ZRdmlw

The lively character is like jumping candy, and the crisp voice is like summer honeydew. It can be a cute angel or a rebellious girl. Who wouldn't like a beautiful and free girl? We met Zhou Ye at a claw machine shop, and she caught the one she wanted five times!

Zhou Ye didn't laugh when shooting the magazine blockbuster, but she liked to laugh privately.

In the eyes of the people around, she is a simple and lively little girl, born optimistic, loves to joke, and loves to share all the fun and delicious. After catching up with the good-looking drama, she will also be ambitious to everyone, even if she encounters any troubles, she It will be resolved soon. She denied the title of "Girl's Heart"-when she was not working, she liked to lie at home and chase dramas, and science fiction and fantasy were her dishes. She enthusiastically gave an example. There is an American drama called "Stranger Things". It is about a little boy who disappeared in a small town in the United States. Everyone went to find him and found that there was an entrance to another world, exactly the same as this world. , But there is no one in that world. Such a story attracts her even more.

A few days ago, she took a four-day holiday, "very satisfied!" During the holiday, she made appointments with a few good friends for dinner, went to the playground, and watched dramas. If the vacation is longer, she would prefer to go home and stay with her family. Playing with mom and dad, playing with grandpa and grandmother, the family finds a beautiful place to go camping, and if you don’t go out, you can play mahjong with the whole family. She can stay away from looking at her mobile phone for a day.

Asked this girl who is not so girly what she wants, she said, "Now I want to accomplish everything in the moment, and every day will be better than the day before!"

Therefore, Zhou Ye, who hopes to be more progressive, raised his face and chatted with us about serious matters.

Before, people often said to me, "I like your performance of "Youth", but now everyone talks more about "Shanhe Ling". Let’s start the conversation with "The Order of Mountains and Rivers".

Gu Xiang in the play is a girl who is cold on the outside and warm on the inside. She helped Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sisters, but it didn't mean that she trusted them. She just felt that these people were very pitiful. Because Gu Xiang was picked up by her master when she was a child, she felt sorry for them and wanted to protect them.

She is defensive to everyone, and she will not trust anyone easily. In terms of character, Gu Xiang and I are a bit like. Both are more lively. What we don't quite resemble is our life experience and living environment.

When I first finished reading the script of "The Order of Mountains and Rivers", I loved Gu Xiang from the bottom of my heart. Gu Xiang grew up in Guigu where she was killed and beaten everywhere. Although she was lucky enough to meet Wen Kexing, the master who protected her, the rivers and lakes were sinister and Gu Xiang never really relaxed. Therefore, she can only protect herself by fierce methods. She looks acrimonious, slurs and curses, and she has to fight or kill at every turn. She looks very fierce and cruel, but her heart is really innocent and special. Kindness. When encountering people like Cao Weining, Zhang Chengling, and the singing sister Hua, Gu Xiang will rescue them and help them beat the gangsters.

Many audience friends felt that the ending of Gu Xiang and Cao Weining was too miserable when they watched "The Order of Mountains and Rivers". Gu Xiang originally didn't know what the outside world was like. After she came to the world, she met Big Brother Cao, and the two people who loved each other were about to be happy. Unexpectedly, on the day of the wedding, Gu Xiang lost her lover so much that she would fight herself Life. I am also uncomfortable with this ending. It is not easy for them to get to this day. Why can't they live well? If I were to write an ending, it would definitely be two people living together happily forever.

For me, playing Gu Xiang should be more difficult than playing. This is my first time shooting a costume drama, and also my first time shooting a martial arts drama. "Shanhe Ling" really has a lot of martial arts, because it tells the story of the rivers and lakes, so I joined the group some time before I started, and learned some moves from the martial arts masters.

In retrospect, the scene of the wedding was the most memorable. I had been shooting for three days in a row. I had been beating, killing, and hanging off Wia, and I would beat off some hair accessories from my hair. I didn't dare to hang on Wia at first, and the costume was so thick that I could easily trip on my feet. But I can’t take care of this when I shoot. This is Gu Xiang’s most emotional scene. I feel the same for Gu Xiang and can’t help crying. Until the end of my cry, I can’t tell whether my face is tears or saliva. , I hope that through this scene, everyone can feel Gu Xiang’s pain.

For me at this stage, whether it is a role that is more similar to myself or a completely different role, I am willing to give it a try. If the character of a character is very pleasing, I will have a sense of substitution when I read the script, I will like it, and I will really want to play it.

In fact, my interest in acting began after I was in college. When I was a child, I learned piano, and I was not very sensible at that time. I thought it would be fine to play the piano every day after growing up and collect tickets. After being admitted to the Beijing Film Academy, we often watch movies. When the directors see their favorite movies, they will think "I can make such a great movie in the future". I am in the acting department, so I hope I can do it in the future. Acting in a particularly powerful movie may be the influence of the school atmosphere. I still remember that I watched some old movies when I was in school. I really liked "Scent of a Woman" and Marlon Brando. He played "The Godfather" very well.

In the film school, we had a lot of opportunities to meet the director and the crew. We tried again and again, and slowly met scenes that were willing to use our young actors, and started the road to filming. I will definitely read the script several times before filming. In addition to my own role, I have to read the whole story, write a short biography of the character, and talk to everyone at the script reading meeting. For example, when shooting "Ah Cradle", I often consulted sister Haiqing and the director. In the filming of "Youth in Youth", I would also ask the director: The girl I played has such a good family, why does she bully her classmates? The director told me that because her parents had very strict education for her, she was required to be particularly good since she was a child. She was under tremendous pressure and kept suppressing it, so she vented the pressure by bullying her classmates.

When taking the play, I don't worry about people comparing my previous works or achievements, as long as my requirements for myself will not change. My request is to do my best to shape each role. Every time I finish filming a film, I will have a certain evaluation of myself, and I will also look at other people's evaluations of me, as well as the opinions given to me by my predecessors, to integrate these. Every time, I hope I can do better next time.

Up to now, I have been shooting for a few years, and I feel that I am not a talented actor, and I have to be a model worker. However, the sisters who brought me to the management team said that my biggest change and improvement is that I am more independent than before. When I first started filming, I would hide in the room and cry by myself every time I joined the group, especially wanting to go home.

Now I am more comfortable with the life of the crew than before. When I first joined the group, I still felt a little homesick. I hope to finish the filming soon, and become familiar with everyone. After work, I will play with the actors in the same group. When I was resting, I was playing with werewolf killing or something, so happy, I didn't want to kill it. I didn't want to be successful when I was filming "Shanhe Ling", and the same was true when filming "Ah Cradle". As actors, it seems that we can go to different places every time we film. In fact, there is not much time to spend in the local area, but we can eat a lot of local delicacies.

As I said just now, I want to do everything right now, and the current week is the best week.

Do you often dream? Please share a dream that is more imaginative.

Zhou Ye:

I sometimes dream. Once, I dreamed that I received an acceptance letter from an owl, took the Hogwarts Express train to the magic school to learn magical magic, visited Hogsmeade Village, and met so many new friends. .

What is your dream day like? How to spend it?

Zhou Ye:

At this stage, my dream day is to sleep in late, and after waking up, I will lie in bed and watch a drama or hang out with my friends or watch a drama.

How to arrange the dream holiday? Stay at home or go out to play?

Zhou Ye:

Of course, it is best to have two days, so you can stay at home one day and go out to play one day!

What about the journey of your dreams? With whom, where to go, and how to play?

Zhou Ye:

With your family, you can go to the beach or play paragliding.

What is your dream job announcement?

Zhou Ye:

Go to Universal Studios to shoot hahahaha, I really want to go!

What kind of "dream skills" do you want to have?

Zhou Ye:

Teleport!

Which era is the dream era? why?

Zhou Ye:

Now, now is the best time. Grasp the moment.

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judgmentofcorruption · 4 years

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Episode 10–The Court Ends; Scene 7

Judgment of Corruption, pages 303-316

It was thought that the revolts would quickly be suppressed by the release of the military.

But on the contrary, it was here that something unexpected occurred for the government. A portion of USE allied forces that they deployed defected to the side of the militia.

The former soldier Gammon likely laid the groundwork for that in advance.

Due to this, the fight spread to one of much larger scale, until what had at first been a simple uprising began to take on the look of a full-fledged civil war.

On August 10th, the Dark Star Bureau was attacked by the militia.

The allied forces and the soldiers of PN put up a fight, but they were at a loss against the militia’s strength of numbers, and in just eighteen hours the Dark Star Bureau fell into the militia’s hands.

The next day, reports surfaced that the chief of PN, Bruno Zero, had been captured by the militia.

Gallerian had somehow managed to escape from the militia’s clutches, and slipped out of the bureau.

He used a secret passageway hidden in the back of his fireplace—a device that had been used for the princess to escape from the palace in the “Daughter of Evil” story. The same thing had been put in the Dark Star Bureau.

While avoiding the public eye, Gallerian headed for his estate.

He was sure he had at least some final strength left to him for battle.

“Eater! Where are you!?”

Gallerian cried out the name of the one who controlled his dead soldiers—the “dead god”.

But there was no reply.

He couldn’t find that large frame anywhere in either the house or the gardens.

“…Maybe he ran away.”

The other dead god Lich must have still been with Ma in “Evils Theater” in Elphegort.

--Gallerian no longer had anyone left here he could count on as an ally.

He was the militia’s target. He had provoked too greatly the people’s animosity with his many corrupted judgments.

Gallerian knew that it would be dangerous to stay in his own home. He outfitted himself appropriately and then immediately moved to leave the mansion.

But once he saw what was outside his window, he halted.

“…I’m already surrounded…It’s too late.”

At that moment, running out there would be fatal. He turned on his heel and returned to the study, sitting down in his favorite chair.

And then, though I don’t know why, he switched on the radio that was sitting on his desk.

“—Breaking news. The corpse of Major General Tony Ausdin of the USE allied forces was recently discovered in the garden of his home. There were several wounds on his body, but the one thought to be the killing blow is a .44 calibre revolver bullet that was fired into his temple. General Tony was declared innocent in a trial held—”

After listening that far, he shut off the radio.

Then he noticed a smoking pipe that had been left next to the radio.

Something Ma had forgotten.

Gallerian picked it up and lit it.

Right after he put it to his mouth and sucked in the smoke,

“Cough”

He vigorously started hacking, and immediately set the pipe back down on the desk, putting it out.

“…Not my thing.”

He stood and this time passed his eyes over the bookcase next to him.

His eyes rested on the third shelf, whereon seven thin volumes that looked hand-written were lined up.

Other things Ma had forgotten.

The titles to each were written in small print on the spines.

The Lunacy of Duke Venomania

Evil Food Eater Conchita

The Daughter of Evil

Gift from the Princess Who Brought Sleep

The Tailor of Enbizaka

The remaining two works didn’t have titles written on them.

These were screenplays that were based on tales Ma had gathered on the seven Vessels of Deadly Sin.

“The Vessels of Deadly Sin…I’d been so close. I was—almost about to save Michelle.”

He took one of the screenplays in hand.

Then he sat back down in his chair.

“Michelle…Papa wasn’t able to save you. But at the very least, you must keep living. Where no one can find you, in that theater in the forest—”

After murmuring that, Gallerian leisurely opened the book and started to read.

The Dark Star Bureau had already fallen.

He no longer had any friends or colleagues.

The money that he had saved up was now worthless to him.

Having lost everything, this isolated man waited in his mansion for that moment.

As he read.

That moment when the enraged militiamen would break into his home.

“…They haven’t come in.”

Gallerian closed the book and put it on his desk.

He stood and then peered out his study window.

Just like before, the militia soldiers were surrounding the mansion.

“Why haven’t they advanced?”

There was no one in the mansion anymore to answer his question.

--Or at least, they shouldn’t have been.

“They’re waiting.”

Gallerian turned around in surprise at the voice he heard behind him.

Standing there—was a blue-haired man who looked similar to…or rather, exactly like Gallerian.

“They’re waiting for her to arrive. The person who would be most appropriate for killing you.”

“Who…are you?”

They were two Gallerians, facing each other.

“Who am I? What cruel words. Don’t you know this face better than anyone?”

“Ah…You are me. …No, that’s ridiculous. I can’t be standing in front of myself—”

“But it’s the truth. I am you, and you are me.”

The other Gallerian laughed mockingly.

--But I knew, watching from the side.

It was a terrible joke. He…though he may be identical in form—

He was not Gallerian.

Gallerian himself appeared to realize this.

“I see, you—are ‘Adam’. The being in the spoon.” So saying, Gallerian pulled out the spoon that he always kept on his person. “It was through contracting with you that I became able to speak to Michelle.”

“Correct. It is by my power that you were able to converse with the soul that resides inside the doll.”

“Michelle…lost her body in that incident. But her spirit lived on, and rests inside the doll. If I were to gather the ‘Vessels of Deadly Sin’, I could restore my daughter’s body to her once more—it is believing in that that has brought me this far.”

“But you failed. Before you could finish collecting them all--here you are in this sorry state. Why could you not notice sooner that your own sin would ruin you one of these days?”

As the two of them spoke to each other with their identical faces, I lost track of who was who.

Gallerian—no, Adam, started to laugh as though to make fun of the other.

”Keh heh heh. I’m disappointed in you. –Even with mine and ‘Eve’’s power you failed to gather the vessels, in the end.”

“And ‘Eve’ is?”

“The soul that resides in the doll—You thought that was your daughter, didn’t you? That crafty Ma had you completely fooled. But you’re mistaken. It’s Eve’s soul. Eve and I are fated to be attracted to each other…It’s for that reason that I can converse with her soul.”

“…No. That’s Michelle.”

“That’s what you want to believe, isn’t it? Your mind would be broken if you didn’t. It’s because you know how severe your own weakness is that you’ve clung so heavily to Eve’s soul and the Vessels of Deadly Sin. You’ve continued to accumulate money for an impossible wish. Ordinarily the ‘Marlon Spoon’ houses the demon of ‘Greed’—but whatever the case might have been, you had no need of that. Even without contracting with it, from the very start you’ve been a man greedy for what’s beyond his lot.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Keep saying that. –It is true that once you gather all the Vessels of Deadly Sin, a wish will be granted. But that wish is mine and Eve’s. Once all are assembled, Eve and I will have a second advent. We will recreate this broken-down world. And then we will enjoy eternal happiness in our true Utopia—”

“You’re wrong!” Gallerian cried in rage, moving to knock the other man against the wall.

But his hand passed right through Adam’s body.

“You certainly are obstinate. –Very well. How about I have the very woman herself come here? I’ll call the doll here now…and then we’ll ask her directly whether her soul is that of ‘Eve’ or ‘Michelle’.”

“Can you…do that?”

“I can. Didn’t Ma tell you? I have the power to weaken the repulsion effect of the Vessels of Deadly Sin. Naturally, this isn’t normally a power I can actively use, myself. The power is endowed to the person that I contract with. …However. During my long years of wandering the world, I made my own studies. As long as I am in the middle of contracting with someone, I can receive the benefits of this power. And if I use it skillfully enough—”

“—No, hold on. This place is surrounded by the militia right now. Don’t call her here under these conditions!”

Gallerian tried to stop him, but it apparently fell on deaf ears.

“Now then—come here, Eve!”

--There was no severe change or anything like that.

There was no sound, no flash of light.

She just appeared there beside Gallerian and Adam.

Bizarrely, as she sat in her wheelchair, she was no longer a small doll.

She was the same size as a person—as though she were a living human being.

Even I couldn’t tell if that was reality, or else some illusion that Adam was displaying.

--Well, that’s only natural. I am just a bat, after all.

“Eve!”

“Michelle…”

The two of them both spoke up to the doll at the same time.

When they did, the doll’s eyes quietly opened.

Those calm blue-green eyes looked at the two of them.

“…There’s two of you, Papa?”

The doll inclined its head curiously.

“I’m not your Papa. It’s me, Eve—It’s Adam. Your husband.”

Adam sprang towards the doll.

“No. You’re Michelle, aren’t you? Papa’s beloved daughter.”

Undaunted, Gallerian approached the doll.

The doll compared both of their faces for a short time, but eventually she suddenly faced Gallerian and said, “Papa. I want to see outside.”

“…O-of course. Right away…”

Despite appearing confused, Gallerian went to move the wheelchair so that the doll was facing the window to the outside.

“Who are those people out there?”

“…They’re militia. A revolt—a war has broken out in this country. They’re angry with me, and are all leading an assault on this place.”

“That’s terrible! You haven’t done anything wrong, Papa!”

“No…I—”

“It’s alright, Papa. I—will protect you.”

The color of the doll’s eyes seemed to faintly change.

And immediately afterward—

“AAAAAUGH!”

Screams became audible from outside the window.

One of the militia-men was writhing, blue flames billowing up from his body.

“Did…you do that, Michelle?”

“Don’t worry. That fire only burns people, so it won’t catch on the trees in the garden, or the house.”

One by one, the militia solders burst into flame. They didn’t seem to have any idea what was happening. They tried to put out the fire on their comrades even as they flew into a panic.

The doll said happily to Gallerian, “Everyone at the theater tells me this: ‘You and us are one and the same’. –But they’re wrong. ‘Cause I have this incredible power I can use.”

Gallerian was speechless.

And behind him, Adam was trembling all over.

“What…is that power. Eve…can’t…do that. Who the hell—are you!?”

The doll replied to that question, as though it were perfectly normal, “I am—Papa’s daughter. No more, no less.”

“…Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah…” Then Adam suddenly started to wail pitifully, “Ma, you bitch! You fucking set me up! This isn’t Eve. This is—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGH!”

Gallerian gazed upon this scene with a cool expression.

“Have you broken, Adam?”

“Ha ha ha! Satisfied? Are you satisfied, now that you’ve beaten me, Gallerian!? But! You’re mistaken! We’ve both lost! We were both deceived! Not just with the doll. There’s a secret that woman didn’t tell you! –Did you think Bruno was your friend? Then I pity you. Even he lied to you. He figured that secret out but he didn’t tell you!”

“What are you saying? I don’t at all get what you’re—That’s enough now, isn’t it Adam? Send Michelle back to the forest where she was.”

“NO! My contract with you is now over! I’m going back to the forest alone—And you two can stay here and burn away in this house together! HA HA HA!”

And with those as his parting words, Adam disappeared with a pop.

The only ones left were Gallerian, and—

An ordinary doll, no longer able to move.

With Adam gone, and the contract between him and Gallerian broken—it was now powerless.

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katedoesfics · 4 years

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Under Shadow: Chapter 15

Shane drove through the night while Najia slept, stopping briefly for the four of them to eat. Gil and Marlon set up a fire and brewed coffee over the flames, which Najia waited for eagerly. Marlon filled a mug and handed it to her.

“Oh my Yoba,” she said, taking the mug in her hands. “I can’t remember the last time I had coffee.”

Marlon leaned back in his wood chair, pressed his mug to his lips and smiled. “Can’t go without coffee, even if it’s the end of the world.”

“We have out priorities straight,” Gil said with a smirk.

“Can’t slay those beasts without a cup in me.”

A distant sound caught Shane’s attention. He stood and peered up at the sky.

“What’s up, Lassie?” Gil joked to him, but Shane shushed him immediately. The four of them strained to listen for any sound. After a moment, they heard it. An engine. But no ordinary engine.

“Is that a plane?” Najia said, her voice barely a whisper as she held her breath.

“Oh, Yoba, don’t tell me they fly now,” Marlon muttered.

Their eyes caught the blinking lights of the plan in the distance. It was moving quickly and getting lower. As it neared, the engine grew louder and louder until after a few minutes, it flew over them loudly.

“It’s landing,” Gil muttered.

“Shadow People?” Najia asked, panicked.

“Let’s get it,” Marlon said, swinging his sword around his hip.

Gil jumped up and followed suit, grabbing his rifle and running towards the Hummer. “You two coming?”

Najia met Shane’s gaze. “I don’t want to be here alone and find out they have back up,” she said and followed Marlon and Gil, climbing into the Hummer behind them. Shane pulled the gun out of his back pocket and followed suit.

Gil slammed on the accelerator, following the plane as it got lower and lower down the stretch of high way until its wheels touched down. Gil slowed and they watched, stunned, as the plane turned off the high way and into the desert before coming to a stop. They stopped and watched the still plane until its engine died out. The cockpit door lifted up and a human head popped out, staring at them.

“Human,” Marlon said quietly, and then louder, “Human!”

The four of them jumped out of the vehicle, their hands in the air, weapons at their feet as the pilot jumped out of the plane and hurried towards them.

“I can’t believe this,” he said as he neared them. “You’re real? You’re human?”

“About as human as you are, I’d say,” Gil said. He took the man’s hand in his and shook it enthusiastically.

“Nice plane you got there,” Marlon said.

The man looked over his shoulder and laughed quickly. “Not mine. Stole it. Unfortunately, there’s not much fuel in it.” He paused and looked them over and smiled. “Or perhaps fortunately, since I wouldn’t have been looking for a place to land and have found you. I’m Harvey.” He looked to Najia and smiled.

“Well, Harvey, I’m Marlon. This is my good friend Gil, and that’s Najia and Shane. We just came across them yesterday.”

“Amazing,” Harvey said. “In this hell hole, I never would have thought I’d bump into any survivors.”

Marlon put his hand on Harvey’s shoulder. “You just interrupted out breakfast. Would you like some hot coffee?”

Harvey practically melted. “I would so love that.”

“Please,” Marlon said. The five survivors climbed into the large Hummer and made the short drive back to their camp where the fire was still burning strong. They settled in around it’s warmth and protective light as coffee was served and passed around.

“So,” Harvey began after a few sips of coffee. “What are your stories?”

“Marlon and I worked together up north of the city,” Gil said. “Middle of the no where, really. It’s amazing those bastards even found us.”

“What did you do?”

“I used to work in the mines,” Marlon said, pointing to his eye patch. “That’s how I got this beaute. After a while, it was too much for me, so I moved away and started working with Gil.”

“We traveled around doing pest control,” Gil said. “You know, your slimes, golems, that sorta thing.”

“Slimes?” Najia repeated.

“Golems?” Harvey said.

“The things you city folk don’t hafta worry ‘bout, thanks to us,” Marlon said with a wink.

“And I thought the Shadow People were our biggest concerns.”

“They are,” Gil said casually, stirring his coffee. “For now.”

“Oh.” Harvey cleared his throat and sipped his coffee.

“What about you, Mr. Pilot? Is that what you did before all this?” Gil asked.

Harvey shook his head. “No, actually, I was a doctor. A surgeon.”

Marlon and Gil exchanged excited glances.

“Well, I’ll be,” Gil said. “What are the chances we get a doctor on our team?”

“We gotta protect this one,” Marlon said. “He’ll be useful.”

“Yes, well,” Harvey hesitated. “I’ve never exactly had to work in the field.”

“Ah, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“But we’ll try not to lose any more eyes,” Marlon said.

“That’s very considerate,” Harvey said cautiously. “I don’t exactly have supplies with me, anyway.” He turned to Najia and smiled again. “What about you?”

“Oh, we’re not very exciting,” Najia said quickly. “I bumped into Shane a few days ago. Shane doesn’t do backstory.” She turned to him and smiled. Shane rolled his eyes.

“Ah,” Harvey said with a nod. “Where were you heading?”

Najia shrugged. “The coast. I had a feeling my grandfather might be there.”

“Well,” Harvey began. “At least you have a plan. I wish I had thought my plan through a little better. I left the city and high tailed it for the airport. When I found it deserted, it seemed like a decent idea to hijack one of the planes. Once I got into the sky, I had to clue what to do from there.” He paused and shrugged. “Never been very good under pressure.”

“You’re a doctor,” Shane said.

Harvey smiled. “Well, I’m used to being under medical pressures and saving lives. Never exactly had to run for my life before.”

“Well, we sure have,” Marlon said, getting to his feet. “And I suggest we get a move on shortly. These kids are headin’ to the coast, so we figured we’d head there, too. You tagging along, Doc?”

Harvey finished his coffee and nodded. “Well, I sure as hell don’t want to be alone out here.”

“You never know if we find any more survivors,” Gil said. “And one o’ them’s needin’ your help.”

“I’ll do everything I can to be useful.” Harvey hesitated. “But please don’t make me fight those things.”

“Then it’s settled,” Marlon said. “I’m assuming you won’t be takin’ that plane, so you can hop on in with us.”

They packed up quickly and readied themselves for another long drive. Najia closed the trunk of the car as Harvey approached her carefully.

“Najia, right?” he said to her.

Najia smiled and nodded.

Harvey hesitated. “Are you… okay?”

Najia knit her brows together. “Yes,” she said slowly.

Harvey’s eyes darted around and he leaned in. “I mean, are you really okay? These men… they’re not… you’re not…”

Najia’s eyes widened. “Oh, no, no,” she said quickly. “No. Gosh, no.” She shook her head. “I am totally here on my own will. No kidnapping, nothing bad at all.”

Harvey straightened. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure. I mean, you never know who the real enemy is around here.” He hesitated. “And you never know what kind of person someone really is. End of the world, pretty girl like you… I mean, you know.”

Najia smiled. “No, it’s fine. I’m fine. They’re good people.”

“Good.”

Harvey paused as Shane approached. Shane held his gaze on Harvey as he opened the car door and slid in to the passenger seat.

“Can I tell you something?” Harvey said, turning to Najia. “That Shane kind of freaks me out.”

Najia laughed. “He’ll warm up to you eventually. He’s a stubborn grump that doesn’t exactly like change. Hell, he only joined up with me because I had a car and he didn’t.”

“He seems pretty protective of you.”

“What?” Najia raised an eyebrow. “No way. I’m pretty sure he hates me. Tolerates me only for the car.”

Harvey smiled. “Well, you let me know if he tries anything. I’ll kick his ass.” He paused. “And then, you know, fix him up, because that’s what I do.” He shrugged. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“Let’s go, Doc Man!” Marlon called from the Hummer.

Najia smiled her goodbye to Harvey before sliding into the driver’s seat.

“That old doctor guy wants your shit,” Shane muttered.

Najia hesitated, her hand on the shifter. She turned to Shane, but he peered out the window at the Hummer in front of them. They started to move and Najia put the car into gear.

“No,” she said. “He was just making sure you guys weren’t taking advantage of a pretty girl like me.”

Shane scoffed but said nothing.

“You sure are pretty,” Najia said in a mocking voice.

Shane turned to her and met her gaze. “You two need a minute alone?”

Najia rolled her eyes. “I am the last woman left, you know.”

“As far as you know,” Shane said, turning back to look out the window.

“And as far as you know, I could be it.”

“Wait,” Shane turned to her again. “Are you upset that we haven’t jumped your bones?”

Najia shrugged. “I mean, you’re kinda stuck with me if we want to repopulate.”

“Repopulate?”

“Well, we can’t just let the human race die out.”

Shane laughed and turned away again. “Yes, we can.”

“I wouldn’t want to repopulate with you, anyway,” Najia muttered.

“Good,” Shane said simply, crossing his arms.

“Good.” Najia shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat. “You’re weird.”

“You’re weird,” Shane said.

“Good.”

“Well,” Najia said. “Now that that’s settled. Pick a CD.”

Shane smiled to himself and fished through the glove compartment. He flipped through the disks and pulled one out. “T. Swift?”

#under shadow #chapter 15 #us15 #stardew valley #fic #fanfic

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louisfrecklesss · 5 years

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LCH [5] | Louisentine

Description: Clementine gets confused with her feelings while she’s spending so much time with Louis, especially after babysitting baby AJ together.

Words: 1,757

Ship: Clementine x Louis

Warnings: make out session

Genre: Fluff, High School AU

A/N: it’s so fucking cold here in London, yes I live in London for those who don’t know. everyone seems to like this fic better than the other one? at least you like one of them because I don’t like my writing at all aH. anyway, I love you all. thank you for reading!

CHAPTERS

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It’s been a or two week since Clementine has agreed to this deal with Louis, and not for one second has she thought it was a stupid idea. She could see from hanging out with his friends that they do pick on him a lot, Mitch the most; they’re not bullying him but he is the joke of the group only because he is the lesser of them. Clementine knew that if she was in his shoes she wouldn’t know if she would be as strong as he is.

So, here they all are in the common room of the school. Mitch, Aasim and Marlon sat opposite the couple who were seated on one of the large body bean bags. Clementine sat crossed legged in between Louis legs as he rest his chin on top of her head, her hands held his fiddling with his fingers while she scrolls through her phone with the other.

“When are your friends getting her, babe?” Louis brushes his thumb over Clementine’s hand to get her attention, the girl switches tabs on her phone to their conversation reading the answer for Louis.

“I think they’ll be here in five, I’m not sure to be honest with you.” She looks up at him meeting eyes with him to which he winks at her causing her to look down smiling. Every time he winks, event though he has done it so many times, it still seems to make Clementine blush like crazy.

Clementine meets eyes with Marlon who is vaping the whole entire room up. “Brody?” His eye brows frown at the question before looking towards the door of the room; just in time, Brody walks into the room with Clementine’s friends. Louis knows them but they haven’t all chilled together as ‘friends’.

“Baby!” Brody practically screams as she sees Marlon in the far corner, he opens his legs up on his seat inviting her to sit on his lap. It wasn’t too long before they were all over each other.

Aasim turns away from the couple. “Looks like it came straight out of a porno.” Violet, who came in with the rest of Clementine’s friends, high fives Aasim before taking a seat next to him.

“Oh right, guys, these are my friends. Violet, Sophie an-”

“Ruby!” Clementine is a little shocked when the rest of the boys know who Ruby is. “Darling.”

Ruby giggles when Mitch and Marlon continue to shout her name. “Don’t y’all darlin’ me.”

“You know each other?” Louis questions.

“We always pretend to be sick so we can pay our little Ruby a visit, right Aasim?” Marlon hits Aasim with his elbow a couple times before he is rewarded with a punch on his arm. “Or is it to see that asian guy that is always sick but never fuckign speaks?”

“James?” Ruby questions sitting on the other side of Aasim who physically tenses in his seat, Louis tap Clementine lightly pointing at Aasim before smiling down at her. Clementine saw what he was talking about and mouthed the ways how cute before engaging back in the conversation.

“James is pretty fucking hot.” Clementine states nodding her head along with her fake boyfriend.

“Oh yeah, James has my heart.” Louis clenches his chest and Clementine lifts her hand to high five him behind her. The group just break into a fit of laughs including Aasim himself. It was only recently that Aasim came out about his sexuality so it was hard for him to joke about it still.

“Too bad his gay Clementine.” Mitch adds pointing at the girl who frowns slightly earning a hurt expression from the boy behind her. She tilts her head back looking at him who pecks her lips quickly earning a surprised expression from her, nevertheless, she grins.

Sophie is almost glued to Violet’s side not knowing these people enough to really fit in; Clementine notices this telling her to come sit opposite her which happened to be right next to Mitch. Mitch offers her a small smile to which she returns before saying something to him which Clementine can’t hear, she’s just glad that she has someone to talk too.

“So, party tonight? My house, everyone has to be there because I said so.” Marlon says standing shortly after, he goes round getting everyone number and adding it to a group chat, not too long after everyone receives his address.

Louis admires his girlfriend as he sees her shaking her head softly. “I don’t do parties.”

“Clementine does not do parties.” Violet says to clarify the point that Clementine just made. Louis did not seem too happy about this, he stood up making Clementine fall back onto the bean bag slightly.

“No, princess, you have to come.” Clementine smiles to herself before standing up to placing her hands on her hips.

“Nope, sorry.”

Louis flutters his eyelashes at her, bringing out his puppy dog eyes before moving closer to Clementine. He hopes this works on her because it works on most people, he can even see in the corner of his eye, Violet crumbling and slamming her hand on Aasim’s leg. “Come on Clementine, please.” Clementine looks back at her friend briefly before looking back at him.

“No.”

Everyone boo’ed and complained as Clementine grabs her stuff and Louis hand. “I have to babysit my baby brother, and you’re going to help me.” She addresses the last part of the sentence to Louis who rolls his eyes gently, following behind the girl.

“We all know that’s code for sex!” Marlon shouts as they both start to leave the room.

“Louis is going to have to wait longer than that!”

Lee runs around the house picking up all the mess as well as trying to find his car keys, AJ is screaming in his highchair not wanting his Dad to leave him.

“Daddy, it’s here.” Clementine hands Lee his car keys, he thanks her kissing the top of her head.

“I’ll be back in an hour, I just really have to finish that paperwork sweetpea.”

“I know Dad, go.” She tries to push him out of the house.

“And thank you too, Louis.”

“No problem, Paps.” Louis returns to feeding baby AJ who stops crying once the spoons meets his lips; Louis makes funny faces at the baby causing him to giggle almost choking on his own laugh. Clementine loves watching Louis play with AJ and call her Dad ‘Paps’. It makes it so real, a little too real. But she never bring up the fact that this isn’t real because she wants to feel like it is even when it isn’t.

“Everyone is going to be there, and I have to go because it’s my bro’s party. Open up AJ, woosh.” Louis guides the food into AJ’s mouth before turning to Clementine for a reply.

She sighs before laying down on her couch. “Fine, but I swear to go you can’t leave me alone Louis.”

He turns to her almost jumping up and down. “Of course I won’t babe, thank you so much. You’re amazing. Isn’t she amazing AJ? She’s so great right?”

Clementine smiles at them closing her eyes to rest slightly, without Louis she would have had to babysit AJ all by herself and she’s been so stressed and tired from school she just can’t function. She’s unsure of how long she’s been laying there with her eyes closed but Louis joins her on the couch laying beside her with half of his body on top of her due to the lack of space.

“AJ is sleeping, I put him to bed.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you Lou.” Clementine opens her eyes to meet Louis staring at her; she can see all his freckles up close, even the opens that overlap each other creating and even bigger freckle. Louis could see that Clementine was avoiding his eyes, he wants her to look at him even though she was but not at him. His hand grabs her cheek brushing thumb against it slightly, her eyes flutter shut slowly enjoying the feeling.

“No, look at me.” Louis whispers against her skin, she doesn’t listen at first until he says it again this time in a more demanding tone. As soon as he eyes meet his, she slams her lips against his;. this is the second time that they have shared a kiss during this entire relationship. But it’s the first time that they’ve kissed because they wanted too and not because someone was coming and they had too, like the first time.

Louis’ hand grips her face firmly as he pulls her into the kiss more, the uncomfortable position makes Louis move on top of her instead. Clementine’s arms wrap around his neck pushing him onto her to the point that if it was any further than it would stop her breathing. They pull away from a second only to get air before Louis mouth is on her neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere. A soft breathe of air leaves Clementine’s lips as she bits her lips, one leg moves around Louis waist as she moves him back to her lips.

Clementine’s hands grab onto his shirt pulling him in closer, Louis lets out a small groan feeding more into her lips. She parts her lips asking for more to which he gives her, it wasn’t just a dry kiss anymore as their tongues met each other. Clementine could barely control her breathing before the front door slams open and Louis rolls off Clementine almost as quickly as he rushes towards the kitchen.

Lee walks in with his back turned towards the door trying to get all the shopping bags into the house. “Hey kids, I did some shopping.”

Clementine is breathing heavy trying to compose herself and reply to her father; Louis can see that she is no state to reply muttering the best response he can.

“That’s great Paps.” He shouts from the kitchen taking down a large amount of water from the glass in his hand.

“W-we’re, um, going to a party Dad. Don’t wait up!” Clementine grabs her coat and rushes out of the house. Lee looks to Louis for an explanation, who has a red face, shrugs his shoulders and rushes after Clementine.

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scullyy · 6 years

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Days With You

Title: Days With You / Chapter One

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 1945

Summary: Clementine and Louis enjoy their first (impromptu) date.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to try a modern au for a while now, it’s nice to take a break from the walkers :P This was originally a 9k fic that I ultimately broke down into smaller chapters. It’ll be an ongoing series of events between Clementine and Louis throughout their time at university.

So many damn sounds.

Were carnivals always this loud?

Clementine adjusted the headphones in her ears, trying to drown out the noise. How Marlon and Louis convinced her to join their expedition to the carnival was beyond her. The bright lights of the stalls and sketchy rides could make the moon blush.

“Earth to Clem,” Marlon waved his hand in front of Clementine's face, her eyes meeting his. “You got your ticket?”

She pulled the blue stub out of her back pocket, displaying it in all its scrunched mess. Marlon nodded, grateful that someone was organised.

“According to Marlon, an organised day is a fun day,” Louis whispered to her. She jumped slightly at his intrusion, despite his voice being very timid. “But it is a social day, so no headphones Missy.”

He yanked both headphones out of her ears, placing one into his own. “My Chemical Romance, seriously? Remind me to create a playlist for you.”

She snatched the headphone out of his ear, chucking them back into her satchel. “I like my style of music thank you very much. I don't need you recommending me The Sound of Music, again.”

“I'm just saying, Julie Andrews never gets old.” Louis flashed his ticket to the woman standing at the kiosk, giving him a tired smile as he entered, Clementine following closely.

“I still reckon we should have gone to the bar.” Violet gave an obvious look of disgust at a little boy running past her, hitting her thigh in the process.

“Chin up Vi, it’ll be fun.” Ruby gushed, earning an eye-roll from said girl.

The group of eager and annoyed young adults set up station at a picnic table, the smell of grease from the hotdog stand was enough to make Clementine’s stomach hurt.

“So, where does everyone want to go first?” Marlon asked as he flattened out the map in front of everyone.

“I’d like to watch the horse show, scope out the competition y’know,” Ruby said as she pointed to the cartoon horse in the centre of the map.

Louis gave Aasim a gentle nudge to the shoulder, bravely winking at him despite the death stare Aasim was sporting.

“Alright, since we’ll most likely never decide, let’s just go where we want and meet at this food stand in two hours.”

Everyone seemed to enjoy that plan, running off into different directions. Clementine began to wander aimlessly around the carnival, enjoying how the fairy lights glowed against the night sky. It was peaceful being on her own.

It was disturbed as Louis’s presence appeared beside her, so much for peace. Whenever Louis was around her heart fluttered, everything about him was somehow attractive, even when they were in high school and he was a total dork.

“You have any idea where to go?” He chirped in her ear. “Cause I don’t.”

“I was just gonna walk till something caught my eye. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a carnival, don’t really remember what it’s like.” Memories of holding both her parents' hands slipped through the cracks. Her dads’ laughter echoed, taunting her.

“You cool Clem?”

Clementine snapped back into reality just as quickly as she fell out of it. “Yeah, just thinking about my parents.”

Louis slowly nodded, not daring to press the subject further. Despite having known her for a few years, the mystery surrounding her parents remained strong as ever. She had her adoptive father, Lee Everett and her little brother AJ - whom she loved dearly - but they couldn’t fully replace what she lost as a child.

Louis searched the nearby area, desperate for something that would make her happy again. The bright blue light of the High Striker grabbed his attention. A plan began to form in his mind, a risky one...but to see Clementine smile?

She was always worth it.

Louis walked to the machine, flashed the oddly young worker his ticket and confidently gripped the mallet. It was moments like these when he was glad he played baseball as a kid. Although this was the only time he has ever needed those skills.

“What are you doing?” Clementine questioned. She didn't like the cheeky sparkle in his eyes, it usually ended in trouble.

“If I can ring this bell, you have to go on a date with me.”

“What?”

“You plus me equals a date. Deal?”

Before she had a chance to speak Louis raised the mallet in the air, taking in a deep breath before slamming it down on the red button. Clementines shoulders fell as the lever flew to the top of mechanism, hitting the bell sharply.

Louis couldn't stop the grin he was sporting. “So, a date it is m'lady.”

She was almost at a loss for words, at his offer and strength. Knowing that fighting him would result in an endless battle, she accepted his request. “Do you have it planned out?” Clementine matched his grin, her heart running like a freight train

Louis motioned to the bustling carnival around them. “Right here, right now. Clementine, will you go on a date with me?” He bowed down dramatically to his princess, a nickname he only ever referred to when he was alone.

“Okay.” She answered without thinking, her desires influencing her mind.

Louis by taken aback by her answer, expecting some sort of argument from her. “Ah, well let’s check out the Ferris Wheel. I hear it’s got the best view of the forest.”

He took her hand slowly, desperate not to piss her off, but shockingly she grabbed tightly and let herself be dragged through the crowd. His stomach starting doing mad flips, how were her hands so soft? He didn’t let go till they were inside the small compartment, against his own wishes. The compartment was dangerously rickety and small, definitely not up to code. Their knees clashed together as they shimmied onto the cold seats.

“I don’t know how you convinced me to come tonight,” Clementine laughed as the ride went into motion, hoping the darkness would conceal her blush at being in such a close proximity to Louis. “You know this isn’t really my scene.”

Louis just shrugged. “We all deserve some fun, especially now that uni is starting soon. ”

“Don’t remind me. It feels like yesterday we all started, can't believe it's already been two years.”

Louis gazed at his close friend, who was calmly fidgeting with the rips in her jeans. He remembers the day they met so clearly. She was the mysterious new girl and Marlon was giving her a brief tour of their high school, he was in the music room practising when he first laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, she had always been beautiful to him and he’s always been able to hide how he felt. Until now, seeing her so calm in his presence.

Clementine turned to him, looking almost embarrassed. “Did you plan to ask me out, or was it just a joke?”

He thought it was obvious, wasn’t it? He’d been flirting with her since the day they met. “My sweet Clementine, I may joke from time to time,”

Clementine scoffed. “That was an understatement.”

“But when it comes to matters of the heart, I do get serious.”

“Wow, you being serious?”

Louis chuckled. “I asked you out because I like-like you and I have for a while now.”

He sure was a wild card, telling her this in a place where she couldn’t run. Louis had always been charismatic, especially towards her. Only her.

It all made sense, the relentless jokes, dramatic serenades and lingering glances. He tried to express himself in his own way.

Their eyes met and she instantly reached out for his hands. The hopeless romantic in him couldn't help but feel weightless and somehow completely grounded all at once. Their fingers laced together, Louis squeezed slightly, proving to himself that this was real.

This is real.

Clementine examined his face, staring at him for a sign. A sign that he was okay with it, a sign that he wasn’t beginning to regret it all. “Louis? I...don't really know how to do the date thing.”

“Neither do I.” He confessed.

Knowing that he was just as confused as she was provided Clementine with some relief. Her hand found its way to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, closing the gap that kept them at a safe distance all these years. Their lips made contact as fireworks exploded in the air above.

“Talk about a movie moment.” Louis smirked into the kiss.

They were eager to stay wrapped up together in their own world, but the sudden halt in movement brought them both back to planet Earth. “Did the ride just stop?” Clementines question had an obvious answer that was starting to settle in.

“I think our chemistry gave the ride a jolt.”

“Fuck he's so smooth.”

Clementine laughed freely with him, despite their current situation. The people in the other carriages were shouting, becoming afraid from being suspended mid-air.

Louis stopped caring about the outside world, hoping that the ride stays like this. “And I'm going to take this all as a sign that you like me back.”

“What gave it away,” Clementine confirmed his number one wish, turning away to catch her breath. “Check it out!” She squealed, getting distracted by the breathtaking sight. Louis looked down below, realising they had made it to the top. The view was spectacular. The trees looked so small and dense. The people looked like dolls, enjoying the night whilst they could before being forced back into their daily routine.

“You were right,” Clementine was in awe. “It is the best view.”

Louis turned back to Clementine. “Yeah, it’s amazing.”

They both hopped out of the ride, grateful to feel the ground beneath their feet. Clementine looked at her watch to confirm the time. “I can't believe we spent our two hours stuck on that Ferris wheel.”

“It went by suspiciously fast, so no complaints here,” Louis playfully shoved Clementine. “Did you have fun?”

“I did, thanks for a good date.” She smiled sweetly.

“Just good? That's it, our next date has to be splendid!” Louis punched the air dramatically.

Clementine raised an eyebrow at his candour. “A next date? Who said-”

“Sorry too busy preparing a date for this amazing girl I’ve had a crush on forever, hopefully, she'll say yes.”

All Clementine could do was smile, she wasn't skilled with words, just simple actions. They made eye contact with their friends, all holding prizes and food. Violet seemed to be happier, then again she was holding a pack of chicken nuggets.

“There you guys are,” Marlon sighed. “We haven't seen you two all night.”

Violet wiggled her eyebrows as the other kids began to giggle at all the things two young adults who share feelings for each other could do. It seemed everyone else was aware of the subtle flirting they shared beore Clementine and Louis even acknowleged it.

“We were on the Ferris Wheel, it broke down.” Clementine killed their whispers instantly, she wasn't one for gossip and especially didn't want any rumours about her to circulate.

Marlon eyed down his two friends. “Okay, Violet, Brody and Mitch won't stop pestering me about going to the bar, you guys wanna join?”

Louis and Clem both nodded, walking a little ways ahead of the group to share whispers and secrets they've kept the past few years.

“Am I wrong or are we witnessing the beginnings of love here?” Aasim joked to the others as they watched their friends sink further and further into their feelings.

This was the start of something wild.

#twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead game season four #clementine twdg #twdgs4 #louis #twdg louis #clouis #louisentine #fanfiction #xscullyx

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littlesugarwords · 5 years

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Walking Dead Game FanFiction - “Like Siblings”

Title: Like Siblings Characters: Louis, Violet, Clementine, AJ, Tenn, Marlon Summary: Louis and Violet go through the average day of annoying the daylights out of one another. But, as the day goes on, prove that they have a bond with one another. That they, together, are family. Author's Note: I love the brotp stuff between these two my HEART Requested By: Anonymous support me with ko-fi ♡ ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

“Fight me.”

“You think I won’t?”

Louis scoffed. “I know you won’t. You’d never lay a precious finger on me.”

Violet snorted. “Do you even know me?”

“Some days it’s debatable if he knows anyone around here,” Clementine claimed, riffling through the book she’d snagged from the library. Finding where she’d last stopped reading and cracking open the spine, she leaned back and sighed through her nose. “The other day he told Mitch to ‘take it outside’ if he wasn’t happy with a decision he made.”

“Ah,” Violet hummed, crossing her arms, turning back to her temporary foe. “So you have a death wish. That’s why you’re messing with me.”

Louis smirked, and the smugness from their argument — the one he thought he was winning — continued to seep through. The two often taunted one another in such ways, even if they both knew that often — ie: every day — they fought each other. “No, I just like teasing the people who I know won’t touch me.” He shrugged. “You care about me too much. You’d never fight me.”

Violet smirked. Louis, eyes closed in the midst of gleaming about his strength, didn’t notice.

In a matter of seconds, Violet had him pinned to the floor — a position Louis wailed in as he tried to wriggle his way out.

The front doors of Ericson creaked, but neither of the two squabbling noticed. They were too preoccupied trying to pin the other onto the ground, forcing them to yell ‘uncle.’ Marlon raised a brow, making his way to Clem’s side and setting himself down beside her. “What’s that all about?”

Violet accidentally busted open Louis’ lip due to their wrestling match on the lawn. The one Tenn and AJ had scurried to come see, and the one Clementine had urgently waved them away from. The last thing she wanted was them mimicking the two most energetic and boundary-less teens on the lot.

At dinner that night, Louis groaned and pushed away his plate.

Spotting a few morsels abandoned in his bowl, relatively untouched, Violet smirked and slithered in from across the table. “Can I steal that?”

“No, I’m giving it to Marlon.” Louis said, brushing his fingers over his busted lip.

Violet’s jaw dropped. The pop sound from the separation of her lips caught Louis’ attention. “Why can’t I get it?”

Louis scrunched his nose. “Because Marlon always sacrifices things for us and I wanna give something back?”

Violet raised a brow.

“He’s helping my out with my chore schedule and I owe him one.”

Violet scoffed, the air escaping from her nose as she leaned further back. She sat there, contemplating what to say, and her lips fell. “I see how it is.” She hesitated, letting the both of them well in the silence. “You’re closer with Marlon.”

“What?”

Violet shoved herself up from the table, shooting an intense, deep-seated glare Louis’ way. She hesitated before speaking, rolling her tongue over her dry lips, trying to find the words to toss his way. “Whatever, Louis. If you wanna be all buddy-buddy with Marlon instead of me, fine.”

Louis blinked, watching as she dragged herself around the table, her gaze not leaving his. The rigidness of her body never changed. “Vi, what are you talking about?”

“Save it, Louis.”

He scoffed. “Are you actually mad?” He hesitated, not hearing a response. “You can’t be serious.”

Violet approached him, setting her hands on her hips. Her stare squinted and her glare deepening. They both knew that this time around, the silence was heavier. “You’re right.”

Louis blinked then squinted, trying to read her like a book. Before he could respond or react, Violet snatched the bowl from the table and bolted for the other end of Ericson’s lot, cackling the entire way. Louis blinked, his mind trying to catch up, before he scoffed and shuffled to his feet. “Wait! Vi!”

“Ha!” She scoffed at his call, hearing his voice stumble as he darted after her. “Better catch me if you want your precious Marlon to get it.”

“Ugh, Vi! Come on!”

Clementine learned when the two eventually stumbled back that Violet had not eaten Marlon’s meal. As per usual, she was teasing Louis for the fun of it. “We’ll laugh about it when we get older.” She’d always say. Louis would always roll his eyes, but they both knew she was right.

A few hours later, Louis was messing around in the music room, fiddling with his piano. It was routine these days. When everything was said and done, Louis would tinker around on the piano, maybe spend some time goofing off with Clem and AJ, and then would head to bed.

So, Violet knew exactly where to find him.

In the midst of him playing, Violet peeked in. As suspected, his eyes were closed, letting the music carry him and guide his fingers opposed to his mind directing them. Under that cover, Violet crept in.

Before he had a chance to open his eyes and spot her, Violet slithered forward, smacked the keys on the left half of the instrument, and made a break for the exit.

Louis jumped, the sound slashing him from his creative zone. His frazzled mind catching up with reality, he turned to spot the blonde in the door frame. “Vi!”

“Pretty song,” she said, a smirk forming the giggle that bubbled through.

Louis didn’t wait a moment before he bolted forward after her. In only a minute, he had body-tackled her to Ericson’s hallway floor.

Louis was never worried about roughing around when it came to Violet. He body tackled her, and she punched him more times in a day than either of them could count. They never cared, despite the fact they were constantly littered in bruises.

With his arms locked around her stomach, feeling it bubble with laughter beneath him, Louis knew that Violet was fine.

And he laughed too.

Later that night, when Violet was getting ready to head up for her watchtower shift, Louis stood behind her and cleared his throat.

She turned, raising an eyebrow while staring him down. He was acting weird. Different. Normally if he had something to say to her he would just say it. Why was he staring at her? Why was he silent? “What?” She finally let escape, letting go of the ladder and dismounting her foot.

Louis shrugged, kicking a foot into the dirt. “It’s my watchtower shift too.”

Violet paused, waiting to spot any trace of sarcasm. There was none. “Marlon doesn’t schedule two people at the same time.”

“This time he did.”

Violet blinked, staring him down. Louis didn’t flinch. Over time, Violet came to learn that that was the thing she hated most about Louis — his keen ability to lie without getting caught. He was way too good at it. Scary good. “Louis, what are you--”

“Vi, just go up the ladder. Trust me, alright?” Violet stared at him, as if asking him to question what he was asking of her. He sighed, his shoulders flopping. “Just go.”

She went. Really, she did trust him — more than anyone at Ericson next to Clementine — she just liked teasing him. It was fun to see it work, and their back-and-forth when it didn’t always made her laugh.

Pausing at the top, arms crossed, Violet waited for Louis to flop himself onto their observation deck. Once he did, her shoulders jostled with a scoff. “So? Why did you want to come up here?”

Louis pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dirt off his shirt and jacket before speaking. “What, I can’t just hang out with you? It is my shift too.”

Violet blinked but didn’t flinch.

Louis shrugged, holding his shoulders in their upright position for a beat longer than normal. The move was subtle, but it showed Violet that he was being genuine. “That's it.” He said, loosening them.

“Why?” Violet said. Her arms flopped to her side as she made her way deeper into the platform. She leaned against the back railing — the squeaky flap of wood — and let her arms return to their folded state. “Are you sure you’re not here to apologize for tackling me earlier?”

Louis snorted. “Positive. You deserved it.”

Violet smirked. She totally did, but she’d never confess it. Definitely never to Louis.

“I just wanted to hang out,” he said, plopping himself on the slab of railing beside her. Not close enough to invade her personal space, but close enough.

Violet exhaled through her nose. “You never wanna do that.”

“That’s why I want to start,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We’re always joking around and hanging out with the rest of the group. Never one-on-one.”

Violet’s smirk, the playful exterior Louis always gave her, fell. The mask dissipated, and instead he was left to see her — the serious her. The real her. “Do we need to?” She asked.

“No,” Louis said, his smile also long gone. His stare wasn’t facing her. His gaze was outcast over the forest, doing what the two of them were actually supposed to be doing. “But you mean a lot to me. And I like hanging out one-on-one with people that mean a lot to me.”

“But why?” She asked, pushing herself off the railing, staring at Louis directly and fully.

His gaze snapped and attached to hers. It didn't hold serious for long. Laying his eyes on her, Louis could help but smile. “Because then I can tell you that you mean a lot to me. I can’t do that in front of the others.”

She blinked, the phrase taking her aback. Her lips parted, but gently this time. It was wildly unlike how they snapped open at dinner. It made Louis fall deeper into his smile. He realized just how many ways he could surprise her. He Realized how many emotions he could invoke by saying the simplest things, and how much power he had over something as fragile as her emotions.

It only reminded him of how badly he never wanted anyone else to have that power over her. People were cruel, and in their world more than ever. Violet had been through too much pain to have someone willingly inflict more on her. If he could have power over her emotions, he wanted to treat them kindly. Like glass.

She knew she had the same power over him. They were equals, and they had always seen each other as such. Maybe that was why their chemistry matched so well — because their sibling comradery never felt unbalanced. They were always transparent and level.

Louis chuckled, Violet’s look of awe fading as her brain snapped her back to reality. “Wanna sit?” Louis questioned, gesturing to the dusty, wooden floor.

Violet glanced at the ground and then at Louis, still reeling in what he had said. “So, you’re really staying for my entire shift?”

Louis smirked and shrugged. “Well, yeah. It’s our shift now.”

Violet leaned her back against the railing again. “So, what are we gonna do?” She asked, sliding herself to the floor.

Louis plopped himself down, more aggressive than how Violet had eased herself. “Just talk. Hang out.”

“Without physically assaulting each other?”

“If possible.”

Violet snorted. “We’ll see about that.”

Louis wanted to know her deeper. More than just as a friend with a sibling rivalry — the one where they wrestled on the lawn and smacked each other upside the head when they said something stupid. That rivalry where they spoke silently through eyebrows across the dinner table.

He wanted them to have something more. Something elaborative. Something that was actively acknowledging just how much joy they brought to the other’s life.

“This is why you gave Marlon you food at dinner, right?” Violet asked, the words sent off into the forest.

She could hear Louis chuckle, finishing it off with a whimsical sigh. “Yeah, you got me.”

All she could do was smile. Louis had a habit for making her do that. ---------♥️♥️♥️----------

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the-walking-memelords · 5 years

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Allegiances: Chapter 9

Series is rated M

Word Count: 4019

The day of reckoning has arrived and Clementine decides to spend her last day of peace with her friends.

Read it on Ao3!

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It’s almost time.

Her last day of peace. Once the sun set, all hell would break loose.

Might as well enjoy it.

The fall breeze played with her hair as she stepped out into the sunlight. The sun may be cheerful but gloom hung on the wind, infecting even the most optimistic member of the group.

“I have other stuff I need to do.” Louis argued with Violet at the entrance of the admin building.

“What stuff?” The blonde retorted, crossing her arms.

“Nothing, it’s just… it’s important.”

“Goddammit, Louis. Take this seriously for once in your life.” The argument grew more heated as Vi refused to back down.

“I’ve been taking this seriously for fucking days! Over a week!”

“So has everyone. Get over yourself.” Violet growled at the boy.

She watched Louis stomp away from Violet, his dreads swung in front of his face as he walked right past her. Deciding to give him some space, she went to get some answers from Violet.

“Hey.” Clementine caught the blonde’s attention.

“What’s going on?”

“We still got shit to do but Louis would rather goof off or whatever the hell he’s doing than help.” Violet let out a heavy sigh as she crossed her arms.

“He’s always been like this, finding every excuse to do as little work as possible and it’s fucking frustrating.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Clementine anxiously scraped a rock back and forth beneath her boot.

“Yeah, he seems to listen to you at least.” Her angry expression changed to an apologetic one once the words left her mouth.

“Sorry, I- uh… shit. I just want to make sure we’re ready. If you’re right and they find us… I don’t want to lose anyone else to those bastards.” Her voice caught in her throat. The stress of keeping everyone together was evident in the bags under her eyes.

“I’m not going to let that happen, Vi.” Clem assured her, determination in her tone.

“If those fuckers try to get at anyone in this school they’ll have to kill me first.”

“That’s one of the things I’m afraid of.” She confessed.

“I don’t want you to get hurt either, Clem. You’ve dealt with a lot of bullshit the last couple weeks but you never ditched us. You could’ve just left. You could’ve kept running from the war but instead, you stayed to help us. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to thank me for staying.”

Please don’t thank me for staying.

Those words caused an all too familiar feeling in her heart.

“I don’t want to go back to the way things used to be. It was killing me. I’m not sure how much longer I could have gone on.” A heart so empty of life it felt like it sometimes forgot to beat.

“I’ve never been in a group like this before. A real family.”

“You’re a part of that family too. We all care about you.” She smiled somewhere over Clem’s shoulder.

“But I think there’s someone who cares about you more than the rest.”

She followed Vi’s look to see Louis at the archery target. Brow furrowed as each arrow missed the wooden circle completely, sticking out of the dirt below it.

Clementine’s cheeks turned pink when she realized what Violet was suggesting. She opened her mouth, prepared to deny it all… but something was different. Her heart skipped a beat and for once, it wasn't out of fear. It was… hope.

“...Do you really think so?” She gave a nervous laugh as a smile tugged at her lips.

“Ah, so you do like him back.” Violet teased as she poked the blushing girl’s arm.

“Shut up.” She almost whined, her face growing warmer after revealing her secret, but inside herself, there was no denying how she felt about Louis.

He needs to know.

I want him to know.

“Ugh, it’s so cute I’m going to puke.” She joked, making a fake gagging noise.

“Marlon and Omar are out at the greenhouse and Aasim and Willy are working out some trap ideas so I guess I’ll go board up the back hallway since Louis isn’t going to do it. Can you see how the others are doing?”

“Sure.” She looked back towards Louis again.

“Don’t spend all your time on him, okay? I want to know if everyone has their shit together.” Violet wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to privately tease her friend about her little crush.

“Go get him, tiger.”

“Violet, I swear to god.” Her face burned with embarrassment.

Violet held her hands up, smirk unfading as she backed into the admin building.

Clementine let out a groan as she pondered if that was a good idea or not. Looking over at Louis, still struggling with archery, she decided to find someone else before facing him.

According to Ruby and Brody, there was a lot of walker activity not far outside the walls than usual. It made hunting more difficult but maybe the dead would help keep Lilly at bay just a little. Mitch’s test bomb refused to go off meaning he would need as much time as he could get to figure it out.

The yard already looked like a war zone. Flipped tables creating barriers and narrow paths from the gate to the admin building. The rotten eyes of the decapitated walkers heads decorated pikes all around. Crudely painted banners and graffiti with messages such as “Leave or Die!” and “Fuck Raiders” among their other more decorative features were hopefully enough to at least make them look like more than a bunch of kids with sticks going up against a bunch of adults with guns.

“Hey, Clem.” a small voice came from behind her.

“What’s up, Tenn.” She greeted the excited boy.

“I wanna show you something!” He grinned ear to ear as he lead Clem by her hand to another one of the few unflipped tables in a shady spot in the yard. A few pencils were strewn across the boards surrounding a single piece of lined paper.

“Since you’re helping protect us from the bad people, I wanted to make you something, as a thank you.” The boy eagerly handed the page to her.

Clementine studied the little graphite figures, recognizing each member of the school standing in front of what appeared to be the admin building. The short girl with poofy curls standing in the middle appeared to be her, bow in hand with a proud smile.

Aw.

“It’s beautiful, Tenn.” A similar smile as depicted in the drawing spread across her face as she carefully folded it up into her pocket.

“I’ll keep it safe.”

The boy was pleased with Clem’s reaction. The grin on his face reminded her of AJ whenever he gifted her one of his masterpieces. Her blue cap loose on his head as he adjusted it constantly as he eagerly showed her the scribbled figures of the people he encountered in the Delta. Some she could kind of recognize, others were strangers. Her little boy gifted her many of his drawings. Clementine wished she had been allowed to keep them.

“I know a little boy like you. A lot younger, but he loves to draw, too.”

These two would be great friends.

“You do?” Confusion crossed his features.

“Where is he?”

“He’s… gone.” She took a deep breath, her smile becoming partially forced.

“But I’m going to see him again, one day.”

I will.

I promise.

“My sisters are gone, too, but I don’t like to think about it like that. I like to think about where they would be now.” His words caught her a little off guard.

“Sophie was really good at making stuff. She would build a place big enough for all of us and paint it too, and Minerva would be singing would be singing whatever new song she’d wrote.”

“Heh. That does seem like a nice way to think about it.” Her and AJ living free was all she could ever hope for.

Tennessee went back to his drawings as Clem thought about what it could be like if she really brought AJ to the school.

Clementine pictured what the school might be like on a nice summer day.

Relaxing on the couch under the sun, taking in the sweet breeze as she listened to the squeals and laughs of the AJ, Tenn, and Willy as they ran around in whatever game of make-believe they’d concocted. The others smiling and nodding whenever they passed by during their daily duties. She’d smile and wave back, resting her head on Louis’ shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.

We could be happy here.

“Goddammit!” Louis exclaimed, swinging his bow in frustration as he plucked the arrows out of the dirt.

“Are you alright?”She asked. He glanced over with a small momentary smile before falling back into his downcast look.

“In a couple of months, or weeks, or days, or hours we’re going to be caught in the middle of a war we have nothing to with and a bunch of raiders are going come, burn down our home and steal or kill us.” He looked back down at the bow in his hand, biting his lip.

“And then It won't matter how much I sucked at this.”

“The raiders aren't going to burn anything or steal anyone.” It was disheartening to hear him on the verge of giving up.

“I’m not going to let that happen.”

“You sound like a one-woman army. Like you’re going to take them all down single-handedly.” He joked.

“Not that I’m doubting you could or anything. You are a certified badass after all.”

“Well, I have walked through many herds of walkers and come out unscathed.” She blushed at his praise.

“What’s a couple of asshole’s with guns, right?”

“Deadheads don’t shoot back.” He said flatly, not joining in on her joke.

“I’ve dealt with people who do, Louis.” Clementine pulled back the collar of her jacket, revealing the round scar where a bullet had torn right through her shoulder. He stared at it almost in horror.

“I was eleven when that happened. Haven’t been shot since.”

Well, not really.

But grazes don’t count!

“The fact that that might change soon is what terrifies me.” He leaned against the back of the couch.

“I want to be able to protect you, Clem. If something happened to you because of me… like at the hardware store…”

“Louis, what happened at the hardware store wasn’t your fault. Not to mention, you saved my life that day.” The look of pure rage on his face when he slammed Chairles into the head of that stranger was something she never expected from this soft boy.

“I… I’ve never killed someone before. I know that guy didn’t die… probably… but it’s the closest I’ve ever gotten.” His freckled face was scrunched in frustration.

“What if I need to when the fight comes and I can’t. If you got hurt or worse because I couldn’t kill someone… I-I can’t carry that for the rest of my life.”

Clementine’s heart ached as she saw him like this. Anguish in his watery eyes. Words on his lips he seemed to be biting back.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay? I believe in you. So believe me until you believe yourself, alright?”

“Easier said than done.” The light chuckle he produced didn’t feel genuine in the slightest.

Loud shouting sounded from the admin building startling the two. Louis squeezed her hand one more time before they wordlessly went to investigate. “Because you’re boring and your idea is stupid!” Willy yelled at a beyond frustrated Aasim. “Oh, I’m being stupid? You’re the one who can’t think straight. If you could hear yourself-” “Guys, what the fuck?” Violet stormed out of the admin building behind the arguing pair. “We were trying to work on the traps together but Aasim won't listen to anything I say!” The boy continued to raise his voice. “That doesn’t mean you have to scream at each other.” Louis crossed his arms. “I had the idea to use duffle bags full of bricks to drop on the raiders if they made it into the admin building.” Aasim explained. “But Willy here wants to use a giant idiotic swinging log to take out one raider at most.” Both boys looked to Clementine for a solution. “If we rig a bunch of duffel bags like mines above the stairwell they’ll have a hard time getting past without getting crushed.” She decided. “Practical, discrete, and deadly. That's what we go with.” “Mine’s all that too!” The young boy pleaded. “No, it isn’t.” Aasim continued to go after him. “It’s exactly something a child would come up with!” A swift punch to the gut to Aasim shocked the group as Willy quickly ran away inside. The boy groaned in pain and mumbled curses under his breath as he took a seat by the fire away from the others. “Great.” Violet growled. “We’ll all kill each other before the raiders get a fucking chance.”

“I have an idea on how to release some of the tension ‘round here.” The two of them plus Tennessee followed Louis to join their brooding friend by the fire. Here we go. “Hey, buuuddy, how’s it hangin’?” Louis greeted with a wide grin as everyone took their seats. “Dude, fuck off.” Aasim brushed him off. “Sulking in the corner isn’t going to help us fight off the raiders, or turn that frown upside down.” The freckled boy juggled his box of cards from hand to hand. “You get more annoying every day.” “Regardless, I’ve come up with a plan to make everyone feel better.” “What are we playing tonight, Lou?” The mullet-wearing boy asked. “Truth or Dare!” “You don’t use cards in Truth or Dare.” Violet pointed out. “You do in this version. High card asks, low card answers.” Louis insisted as he dealt a pile to each player, squinting suspiciously when he noticed Aasim glancing somewhere else. “If you want to ask Ruby to join, I don’t mind waiting.” Oh shit. “Shut up dude!” He panicked as Louis revealed his little secret. “I swear to God.” “You’ve got a crush on Ruby?” Violet teased the poor boy.

Aasim’s little crush became a running joke for the first half of the game, including a cruel dare from Clementine herself involving Aasim asking his dear, sweet Ruby for a kiss. A request that ended with him being promptly slapped in the face, sending the group of teens howling with laughter.

“I got this.” Louis said confidently as he drew the high card against Clementine.

“We’ve been pretty hard on poor Aasim here, teasing him about sweet Ruby. I think it’s time for us to mercilessly tease someone else about unrequited love.”

I don’t like where this is going.

“So.. Clem.”

Shit.

“Anyone here you… like-like?” Clementine didn’t know what was worse. The question, or the fact that Louis was the one asking. Her face began to feel warm and she prayed the others couldn’t tell how red it was in the dim evening light.

“Like-like? What are you, six?” Violet’s comment gave her a few extra seconds to think up a response.

“Seven, thank you.”

“I... uh.” Clem mumbled flusteredly.

Fuck it.

“Yeah.” She confessed, her face blushing more.

“I’ve definitely got feelings for someone.”

“Ha! Who is it?” Louis asked over excitedly.

“Not telling.”

Violet smiled at Clem with a knowing look, who in returned glared daggers at her.

“One more round.” Louis declared, his grin didn’t fade as everyone drew their next cards.

“Aasim! You’ve got the high card. And the loser is… Tennessee.”

“What’s something you never told anyone because you were afraid they’d make fun of you?” Aasim’s question made the nervous boy seem a little relieved that it wasn’t something worse.

“I think… I think walkers won’t always be around. They’ll go away someday.” The boy said hesitantly.

“The world goes in cycles, right? Stone age, Ice age, some other ages… So someday this age will end, and a new one will start.”

The group sat in silence for a moment, pondering Tenn’s perspective.

An age without walkers, like it used to be.

Such a world seemed like a lifetime ago, almost unreal. A world AJ had never known.

“Why is everyone looking at me like that?” The poor boy seemed to regret his words.

“Did I ruin the game?”

“I think that’s beautiful, Tenn.” Clementine assured him, sharing a warm smile.

“I never thought about it like that.”

“I think that feels like a good place to call it.” Louis collected his cards as everyone stood.

“We should finish our work, anyways. It’s getting dark.” Violet stretched as she stood.

“I’m going up to the bell tower to check our defences from up high. You can come with if you want, Clem.”

“Or you can hang out with me instead.” Louis poked her shoulder.

“There’s something I’ve been working on for a while and I want your opinion on it.”

Violet rolled her eyes and waved as she left the two alone.

Sorry, Vi.

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“Is this another ‘Vacation?’” Clementine asked as they entered the mostly dark music room, a few candles casting a golden glow over the grand piano.

“Almost. Kinda. Sorta.” He laughed nervously as he leaned against his prized instrument.

“I want to show you something, but I need your help first.”

“Help? With what?”

Louis reached behind him, picking a specific key and pressing on it. The sound it made was far from melodic.

“Sounds awful, right? All we need to do is tune it.” He smirked.

“That’s why I need you.”

“You realize I know nothing about pianos, right?” How did he expect her to help?

“It’s easy, just take a seat and I’ll tell you what to do.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the smooth keys as she sat at the bench. There were so many. It was a mystery to her how Louis could know the sound each identical key made.

“Now press the A key.” He told her as he fiddled with the strings.

“Uh, which one’s the A key?”

“Y’know, the A key, next to the B key, after the G key.” He tilted his head as he pointed out each one. She pressed down on the key producing an off-tune note.

“Great! Now press the peddles while I make some more adjustments.”

Clementine followed his steps hoping she was actually helping.

At least he seems to know what he’s doing.

“Alright, now one more thing.” He stated.

“Blow on the strings.”

I stand corrected.

“It sound’s weird, I know.” He must have caught the suspicious look on her face.

“Cooling the temperature helps set them in harmony.”

Clementine stood reluctantly as she leaned over the body of the piano, blowing on the lines of piano wire before shooting him a glare.

“Great! That did nothing because that’s not at all part of how you tune a piano.”

I fucking knew it.

“But it was funny!” He laughed, his winning smile making her heart jump as always.

“I could have done something on like a molecular level, or maybe, it’s good luck to blow on strings.” He pressed down on the newly-tuned key, seeming satisfied with the noise.

“Okay okay, you got me.” Clementine couldn't help but laugh out loud as she scooted over, allowing him to sit next to her. There was a fluttery feeling inside of her chest as they sat so close on the short bench.

“It’s good to see you like this.” He said softly before turning his attention to the piano.

His fingers love elegantly across the keys. Playing a soft yet emotional tune. Louis seemed to become lost in the music, spilling his heart into the air with every note.

“What are you playing? -And don’t say ‘a piano.’”

“A song… that I wrote.”

He wrote this?

“What’s it called?”

It’s beautiful.

“I don’t know yet.” He shrugged, finishing off the last few notes

“There. First time played. We should mark the occasion!”

Louis pulled his knife out of his coat, carving an L into the wood before offering it to her. She carefully added her own initial to the left of his, also carving a little plus in between.

C+L

Clementine and Louis

“Are you done tattooing that piano?” He was only joking, but she wasn’t done yet. Something was missing here.

Clementine continued to cut into the wood. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she almost felt unsure of her bold and permanent move. Louis watched her movements in confusion before it began to dawn on him what she had drawn.

“Oh, uh… that’s a… that’s a potato?”

Really? That’s your first guess?

“It’s a heart! Yep, I see it’s a heart.” His face grew red as he tried to laugh off his mistake.

“That’s… super cool. Really cool.”

Clementine rolled her eyes playfully as her cheeks grew warm. Her hands nervously played with one of the buttons at the bottom of her coat.

“Hey, uh. I’m about to dig myself into a deep hole from which I’ll never emerge. Cool? Cool.” He loudly took a deep breath.

“Time to get serious.”

“Serious? Wow. Are you feeling okay?”

“Not really, nope. Mm mm.”

Clementine began to worry once more. It was clear that this was a side of him he never let any of the others see. The brave face falls and his smile drops revealing the struggling boy underneath. The people here have known him forever, longer than she probably ever would and they still failed to see through his facade.

“Thanks… for being here. Listening. Blowing on the strings. Coming to help me with my project even though you probably have way more important things to do, and… for everything I’ve had to work through, for myself.” He rested his hand on the bench beside her, their fingers barely touching.

“Everyone hears the jokes, the piano… and then they stop listening. But you didn’t.”

Clementine’s heart thumped loudly in her ears as she stared into his eyes. She didn’t want to wait any longer, her heart might collapse otherwise.

I have to tell him while I still have the chance.

“Louis I…” Her mind drew blank, all the words she had planned to say became caught in her throat. He looked at her expectantly with worry in his eyes as she struggled to say anything.

Clementine gave up on words. Looking into his eyes she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Louis tensed up for a moment in shock before melting into the kiss, lightly cupping her face with his hands as she slid one of her own to the back of his neck. Slowly, they broke away, pressing their foreheads together as they peered into each other's eyes.

I can’t believe I just did that.

“I think that saves me the trouble of actually asking you out.” He smirked.

“Which is good, ‘cause I was a little worried you’d stab me if I tried.”

Clementine buried her face into the collar of Louis’ jacket as a fit of giggles overtook her. A little lightheaded with giddiness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sunk into the warm fluff of his jacket.

“I know what to call the song.” he said as she sat up, their hands locked tightly together.

“‘Clementine.’ Y’know, cuz I like fruit, and I like you even more so… there.”

“You are such a weirdo.” Clem giggled, shaking her head.

“Yeah? Well, apparently you dig that. So who’s the weird one now?” He teased.

“It’s both of us.”

Clementine’s response to that was cut off by the frantic calling of her name.

“Clementine? Clementine?!” Ruby’s panicked voice sounded from down the hall, finding them in the music room just as Clem and Louis stood from the piano.

“Ruby! What’s going on?” She asked, but she already knew the answer.

“There’s someone outside!”

#Clouis #Louistine #Louisentine #fanfic #allegiances #my writing

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Jenny’s Belated Live Blogging - 27th December 2018

- ‘I am encouraging you. I’m encouraging you to pay the rent!’ - ah I love Eric and I also loved Diane just taking Bob’s money at the bar. Good stuff.

- Bernice is great. ‘How can this be 50!?’ I love her. Haha. Also, Bernice, wasn’t he literally your doctor?? I’m sure he knows how old you are. He already knew it was her birthday. Bernice trying to sound cool at the bar with Matty and ‘Vicky’ was priceless though. And the fist bump/high five was amazing. Quality comedy.

- Also, Nicola’s hair is really starting to grow on me.

- I like getting Ellis/Marlon and Ellis/Vic but I’m gonna need some Ellis/Billy soon please. I want to dig into this sibling relationship stat.

- Speaking of Vic though, that comment she made about Robert?? Vic, Ellis is the Robert in this situation. Andy = Billy. I mean I know you’ve forgotten Andy exists at this point, but still, get your facts straight. Haha. I need Ellis and Robert to bond.

- Poor PC Swirling having to spend a third straight day dealing with the Dingles. I’m sure he sees them more than his own family at this point. Honestly, give the guy a break. But actually don’t, because I love seeing him exasperated by them.

- Jessie is totally giving me Chrissie flashbacks and not in a good way. I hope they actually do justice to this mother/son relationship in a way they never quite did with Chrissie/Lachlan. I want to them to really get into it properly. Also, when I used to say I wanted Jessie and Robron to interact, this isn’t quite what I imagined. Haha.

- I know we all joked about it being Robert, but I didn’t think it would actually turn out to be him. I’m still not totally convinced. But it’s interesting that he is getting charged at all when he usually manages to talk his way out of things. But his is for Aaron and he’s clearly terrified of Aaron going to prison again. I’m still confused about Liv since they keep mentioning her and her whereabouts but we keep not actually seeing her.

- In general, I don’t know how any of this is going to go and that’s kind of exciting.

- It was good to see Billy go over there and try and stop Jessie from over reacting though, but then he did make a statement so...I have no idea what’s going on.

- I do agree with some of the criticisms about Aaron though. I wish he was a little less shouty at Robert. I know he’s scared, but I wish the writers would handle him differently sometimes.

- I did kind of enjoy him getting snarky with the police though. It did remind me a bit of younger Aaron.

- curious to see how all of this plays out. I’m glad they are at least getting content right now. Now I just want it all to be a little more nuanced and dig into it more. It all feels a little surface level right now. But I support Robert and his insane love for his husband.

#belated live blogging #emmerdale #robron

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Title: Pretty Girls & Pointy Things

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Humor, Tragedy.

Pairing: Mitch &&. Clementine.

Characters: Mitch, Clementine, AJ, Abel, Ruby, James, Aasim, Violet, Louis, Willy, Tennessee, Marlon (mentioned), Brody (mentioned).

Warnings: Coarse language, blood, lewd jokes, character death, sacrifice by suicide.

A/N: This is more or less my take of what could’ve happened if Mitch had survived, (like he was originally supposed to - Mitch was originally going to be a determinant character, he could either be killed that night when the Delta attacked the school or he could’ve been taken with Louis/Violet, Aasim and Omar.) and what my interpretation of a romantic relationship between Mitch and Clementine might have looked like, if they ever had that chance. Some of these scenes are in no order in particular, except for the last few at the end and a lot of these are random scenes as well - there’s no exact plot to it and I wasn’t going to rewrite entire scenes that had already happened in canon, but basically after the events of The Final Season, Ericson’s is in a state of reparations and mourning and Mitch, Aasim and Willy are emissaries on a mission to trade with other settlements. This takes place after 4x2, Suffer The Children and eventually, after The Final Season. More under the cut due to length. I’m not sure if I’ll write anymore Mitch/Clementine related drabbles but this was fun to write. I guess I just really have a thing for complex and/or tragic ships. There are many characters that have little or no meaningful canon interaction but who, I feel, would have a strong connection given the right AU twist of events or circumstance. I like the idea of putting characters together and seeing what happens, what could have been. I think pretty much almost any pairing, any group of characters, and any outcome is possible if the author takes the time to get to know the characters and what they believe. Canon is nice to have, but I don’t consider it necessary to make a good story.

For @thewalkingclementine.

"Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder."

“Motherfucker!” Abel snarled, furiously writhing from his spot in his chair, unable to reach the sneering boy.

But Mitch was faster. In a flash, he slammed the man’s head into the desk, the wood splintering, the sound making Clementine cringe. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Now that’s just a lie. I never even knew my mother.”

The raider’s fury melted to fear for a split second; there was nowhere to run now. He would be murdered by a bunch of kids and he couldn't escape this.

“We got business with your bitch of a boss, so you better start talkin’. Unless you wanna play some more?”

“Go to hell!” the man spat angrily.

Mitch’s amusement faded, a darkness dulling the previous light in his emerald green eyes. “Been there, done that. Say hi for me.”

With one swift movement, he kicked the man’s broken leg enough for him to yell as the agony surged through his body.

“Enough.” Clementine’s authoritative voice echoed through the basement, placing a hand on the taller boy’s shoulder.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t leave me hanging, babe,” Mitch drawled daringly, crossing his arms as she moved past him.

Clem looked at him over her shoulder and smirked. “Call me 'babe’ again and I’ll make a necklace out of your teeth.” And with that, she gestured for him to leave so that she could interrogate the prisoner alone. He did.

“When you feel my heat look into my eyes. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide. Don’t get too close; it’s dark inside. It’s where my demons hide. It’s where my demons hide.”

Mitch mistook her sour face for disgust when he talked about the flames he loved to create. “Listen, you just don’t get it. My work is magnificent. In fact, I can even call it a work of art. Not my fault if people are too ignorant to recognize it."

“You keep calling it a ‘work of art’. Isn’t it just, well... arson?”

Something in Mitch shifted, and a smile began to bloom on his face. “No, no that’s not it at all! Here, let me show you...”

He looked around in the gardens of the greenhouse for something, although Clementine wasn’t sure what it was. When he found was he was looking for, he made a triumphant 'Ah!’ sound and walked back over to her. He didn’t go far, only retrieving something from the table next to them and returning with his prize for her to see: a simple, yellow sunflower.

“Okay, what do you see?”

Clementine wondered if the bottle of whiskey they had shared had already gone to his head, but she decided it would be prudent to play along for now. “I see a flower.”

Mitch sighed dramatically. “No, I mean, what do you see? What does it mean?”

Clementine stared at the dainty thing, frowning. “What do you see?”

Instead of answering, Mitch took her hand and curled her fingers around the flower’s thin stem, still damp with water from the vase from which Mitch had plucked it. “I see true beauty.”

Clementine watched, transfixed, as he touched the soft petals with his fingers, light and gentle, almost reverent. She would have never expected someone like Mitch to hold something like this in such high regard. Like it truly meant something to him.

“Flowers are like living people, but they only bloom once.”

She was so caught up in his words, in the reverence of his tone that she could not find her own voice. He was showing her something special, she realized, something no one else in this room had the privilege to witness. The way he talked about beauty made her heart flutter. After a moment, the hand that had been caressing the flower’s petals suddenly closed around it before Clementine could do anything to stop him.

“And then they die, just like that.”

When he opened his hand, the flower was crushed and ripped, and some of the torn petals came away with Mitch's hand. Clementine could not look away, fascinated and a little fearful.

“Their lives are a burst of color, and they’re gone in a flash. But that one moment of vibrancy is beautiful. It’s art. An impression like that is remembered because it’s gone so soon.”

Clementine wasn’t sure why, but she felt sad. If not for Mitch's other hand still holding hers and the crushed flower’s remains, she would have hugged herself for warmth. Looking at him now, she felt hopeless and radiant all at the same time.

“Do you see it?” he asked.

It was the same look he’d given her after he’d watched the Delta's ship burn, and Clementine truly did not know whether to be frightened or awed. This was Mitch, she realized. She was seeing what he truly was, in all his terrible glory.

“Does it have to end in death?” Clementine asked, twirling the ruined flower in her fingers and not looking at Mitch. She thought about Marlon, Brody and the countless others that he had probably seen die. Of the people she herself had killed, and of those she would kill in the future.

“Death makes life worth living.”

They watched each other for a long time, and the more time passed the more Clementine wondered what had happened to Mitch to make him like this. She wondered: if he could still find beauty in life, didn’t that mean he wasn’t a monster like so many others had said he was? She wasn’t sure.

“What was it like? Back at your home, before the world ended?” she’d asked him one night a week later when they were on watch.

Mitch gave her a weird look and set his knife on the table. “Why do you care?”

Clementine shrugged. “I guess… I don’t know much about your past, only that you created bombs and fought the neighbors. You know a bit about me, and I was just curious...”

No one outside of the residents of the school had ever asked him about his past before. In a world like this, people mostly kept to themselves. The answers were never very pleasant, anyway. “It was shitty,” he insisted. “No glitz and glamour.”

Clementine smiled a little. “All the same, I’d like to know. If, I mean, if you want to talk about it.”

Clementine was so weird. Every time he saw her, he was convinced of this more and more. He never quite knew what he’d get with her. It should have been annoying, but he didn’t mind. She was interesting, he supposed. She never bored him. So he told her a little about his childhood. He told her about the mother he’d never known and the father who had always been ashamed of him, about the day his father discovered his extraordinary ability to create flames and threw him to the wolves into Ericson's into his care for special training (manipulation, more like). He even told her about Willy, Marlon and Louis, the closest people he’d ever known to family. When she asked more about his relationship with them, Mitch remembered all the trouble they’d gotten into as kids. One time, they put green food coloring in the Headmaster's tea and he went to a meeting with the parents of the students with green lips and teeth. They’d laughed for ages about that one despite the punishment.

Mitch told her about about his first time where he witnessed the glorious power of bombs and fireworks, a power he had previously shunned out of fright of being burned. But then he’d learned to control it and exploit it. He gave it life, and it gave him meaning. Before he knew it, he was rambling on about his works, as he was wont to do. Clementine let him talk without interruption, smiling all the while. Eventually, he calmed down and eyed her suspiciously.

“I’m kinda surprised you haven’t told me to shut up yet.”

Clementine shook her head and stared at her hands. “I like listening to you.” She blurted out, biting her tongue.

“…Oh.”

Yeah, she was weird, but he kind of liked that about her. It felt good to talk to someone who wanted to listen. No one had really listened to him since... well, ever. She took his hand in hers and placed it over her heart, much the same way he’d done to her in the darkness of her room. The steady beat of her heart hummed beneath his fingertips.

“It’s love that makes my life worth living.” She smiled, and he could see a glimmer in those golden eyes, “I see it, Mitch. What you meant about how life is beautiful. I see it now.”

Mitch was speechless. All his life he’d been running from people, unable to reach them but unable to escape them. All his life, was all alone until he came to this place. And yet, she was here with him now. There were no flashy lights, no brilliant explosions or screaming onlookers. It was only them, but he’d never felt more real and alive and important than he felt now.

“I see you,” she whispered, smiling.

Mitch raised his free hand to gently stroke her cheek. He lifted her face toward him, dazzled by the light in her eyes. Radiant, though it had always been there. And maybe this was all that he’d ever really wanted back for everything he’d lost, everything he’d destroyed. These hands ruined everything they touched, oh radiant ruin, but Mitch had always found the beauty in chaos. He’d built a life out of it.

“I see you, too,” he murmured against her parted lips.

He closed the distance between them, and they crashed together like blazing flames. When she found one of his hands, she kissed the knuckles with a gentleness he was sure he’d never known, bringers of ruin now given rest and repose under her touch.

She wasn’t perfect. She had her own scars and secrets she didn’t want the world to see. But there was no hiding here, from him. Her imperfections made her interesting, and she could grow and change. How had he let so much time slip by before this moment? He wasn’t perfect, either.

In just a single, fleeting moment, Mitch knew it was all worth it. He had lived a good life.

“Who are you?” he asked as they lay together in her bed one night as he played with her hair.

Clementine laughed softly. “I’m just a girl.”

“You’re my girl.”

She blushed and traced his bottom lip with a finger. “And you’re mine.”

He pulled away and sat upright in bed, startling her.

“Is something wrong?”

He clenched and unclenched his hands. “I have to show you something. Right now.”

Clementine frowned, but his expression was giddy. He threw off the covers and got out of bed. She let him go, puzzled.

“Show me something?”

Mitch paced about, looking like he might explode at any minute. “Yeah, something big. Ah!” He retrieved his knives by the door, then he donned his leather jacket and walked outside. Baffled, Clementine got out of bed before following. When he saw her, he grinned.

“Stay here. I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going? Aren’t you hungry? Breakfast’ll be ready.”

“Nah. Who’s got time for food when there’re more important things to do?”

She didn’t understand, but he seemed set on whatever this was. So she saw him off and told him she would wait. While Mitch was gone, Clementine checked in with the rest of the group and reported nothing new. No one seemed to be having too much luck in spotting any possible stray scavengers.

She spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up, then getting in some exercise. When it began to grow dark, Clementine helped Omar make dinner to keep busy until Mitch returned, which turned out to be not much later.

He touched down just outside and she went to greet him.

“Where were you?” she asked as he jogged up to her.

“That’s a secret.” He sniffed the air. “Hey, is that dinner?”

Clementine smiled and led him inside. They ate a simple meal together, the same old rabbit stew, but it was hot and filling. Mitch looked like he might cry as he ate, lamenting the lack of good food in his life. Clementine waved him off, but secretly she didn’t mind the small praise. It was sincere.

He fanned himself, as if he were sweating as Clem had mentioned swinging Chairles hard enough to send a walker's head flying clean off, “Oh good golly gosh, my knight in shining armor!” he said in a terrible high-pitched voice.

“Girls do not sound like that.”

“I feel faint!”

“Mitch, I’m going to throw this drink in your face.”

“Goodbye cruel world~”

She downed the rest of the whiskey and chucked a hunk of ice at his face.

“Fuck, that’s freezing! Goddamnit, Clem, what the fuck?!”

She laughed and laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“What do you think of the food?” Clem asked Mitch as he took another bite of food.

“Orgasm in my mouth.”

Clem rolled her eyes. “Mitch, we have guests and little ones around!” She hissed, gesturing to AJ and James sitting beside them. AJ looked utterly confused and demanded an explanation but Clem glared at everyone, as if daring them to explain, and poor James covered his mouth, his eyes wide in shock at the profanity.

“Oh, sorry. Phenomenal sexual intercourse in my mouth.” Mitch drawled.

“Good. Ruby really did a great job. You have to give me the recipe,” Clem praised, turning to her red haired friend with a smile.

Mitch choked. “What?”

Ruby got that smug look she tended to get when she knew she’d caught Mitch in a trap, which was pretty much all the time. “I'm so glad you liked it, Mitch.”

Aasim chuckled from across them beside Ruby.

“I really am gonna die tonight. Clem, you can have my knives when I go. Remember to clean them.”

“Oh, I will. Every day, nice and slow,” Clem said, slinging an arm around his shoulder and giving him a noogie.

“Oh, it’s dark! I fear my time is near!”

Clementine fanned him with a napkin.

“Sometimes I look at you two and I think fate has a shitty sense of humor,” Violet said from across them beside Ruby.

“And leave Willy my porn stash,” Mitch said exasperatedly, raising a hand to his forehead and leaning his head back in his chair. James was practically blushing by now and he excused himself, not wanting to be a part of the conversation, despite Clem calling for him to come back and AJ looking even more confused than he was before.

“Dumbass.” Aasim shook his head, sliding his hand down his face.

After dinner, Mitch dragged her to the belltower to reveal whatever it was he wanted to show her. The country sky was sheltered from the light pollution prevalent in human settlements so the millions of stars above had no competition. There were so many that they almost looked like a diamond fog blocking out the night sky. A crescent moon shed meager light on the school in the woods.

Mitch bade her sit down on the ground just on edge of the belltower, and she complied. “You’ll have a good view from there.”

Clementine shook her head and smiled to herself. Mystery didn’t suit Mitch the way it suited boys like James, but his attempt was appreciated.

He whistled down at someone down on the grounds then from down below, Willy gave his old friend a thumbs up with a grin. A few minutes passed and she waited patiently. When Mitch was finished, he walked toward her and took a seat next to her.

“So? What’s this you wanted to show me?”

Mitch flashed her a grin that made her heart speed up. It was the look boys got when they had something up their sleeve, usually something that would get them in heaps of trouble but that would be worth the consequences. “A sight you’ll never forget.”

She couldn’t make out what it was through the darkness rising above them. Whatever it was, it shot into the sky with a high-pitched whistle, making her gasp. Mitch followed the dark projectile with his eyes, all the while grinning. The sight made Clementine stare in awe. Tiny bombs exploded in an array of colors: pinks, reds, purples, yellows, and blues. Their light swirled in the sky, like sentient beings born of moonbeams and starlight. Clementine followed their paths with her eyes, and when they extinguished, more came to take their place. She’d seen fireworks before, but none quite like this. Each flash lasted only a moment, but its image seared into her mind’s eye and she replayed them over and over with dazzling clarity.

“Awesome, right?” Mitch asked, smirking.

Clementine laughed happily and leaned against him. Her hand found his and she brought it to her chest to keep warm. “It’s beautiful.”

They watched the fireworks until there were none left, and it was just the two of them under the stars. Clementine never wanted this moment to end.

They were just delaying fate another night. This whole time together, these few days away from the world were like limbo. Time didn’t pass here, and their demons could not follow. It was impossible to stay like this forever, no matter how much Clementine wanted to in this moment. But with Mitch, she had learned to find the beauty in that which cannot last, in that which will ultimately leave. And if that was the case, then she wanted to remember this moment for as long as she lived.

That night they did not sleep, and Clementine could only see colors, vibrant and painful and so beautiful. He whispered tales in her ear of life and death, of fantasies that existed only in dreams, gone with the sun’s first light. And she was not a survivor, but a girl with no past and no future. There was only now and him, and she was happy.

Morning came all too soon, however, and they tried to ignore it for as long as possible. As they stood there in the middle of the forest, Clementine didn’t let go of Mitch for fear she might wake and he would already be gone. Like a mirage. But the time finally came for them to return to the world and face the monsters salivating at their door.

Neither was looking forward to what would have to come next, but they could avoid it no better than they could avoid tomorrow. There was no such thing as eternity.

When he turned to Clementine, she ran toward him and threw her arms around him. He caught her easily and held her close, his long fingers threading through her hair.

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, her breath hitching with the first of many tears she was sure she would cry for him.

“I have to,” he said gently. “Nothing lasts forever, y'know.”

“I know.” But she didn’t have to like it.

He pulled back enough to draw her into a kiss, languid and sad. There was goodbye in that kiss, and it broke Clementine’s heart to accept it. She ran her hands along his face, his chest, everywhere she could reach just to memorize him. Maybe he couldn’t last forever, but she could remember him forever.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and a light rain began to fall. Their breath steamed, mingling as one. Clementine squeezed her eyes shut and fought the tears in vain. This was really happening, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Clem,” he said, lifting her chin. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes and tried to make him out through tear-blurred vision. By now, the rain had picked up and begun to soak through their clothes. It mixed with her tears.

“You'd better not forget about me.” He smirked.

Clementine felt like she couldn’t breathe. She touched a hand to his cheek, running her thumb over the scar there, and his freckles. “I could never forget you.”

“Good.”

He pulled away and climbed aboard his motorcycle that he’d found and had managed to get it to work. Clementine looked on, and the rain continued to beat down on her. He started the engine. She followed Mitch with her eyes, but the rain hid her tears. He looked back at her, out of reach, and cast one last, lingering look in her direction. Just as he looked away, Clementine realized he was really leaving. She reached for him.

“Mitch!”

He looked at her, his emerald hues wide with emotion. Clem blinked away her tears and the rain to see him better.

“Whatever happens, even if you have to fight, or... Even if I never see you again, just please...” She swallowed the knot in her throat from too much crying and forced herself to hold his gaze. “Please remember that I loved you.”

Mitch blinked and seemed to hesitate. Rivers ran down his face, but Clementine couldn’t tell if they were his tears of just the rain.

“I think I loved you, too.”

Clementine covered her mouth with both hands, unable to speak or think or even breathe in her shock. He looked so unsure, so startled in that moment, like he’d only just now realized it. And just like that, he was gone. He drove away from her, and Clementine fell to her knees. The storm swallowed him whole until there was nothing left for her to see.

She stayed there, crying her heart out, until the rain let up and there were no tears left to fall.

It had been two years since he’d left, and in all that time Clementine had spoken not a word to anyone of him. Mitch was hers to remember and cherish, no one else’s. She remembered what it had been like in those first few months after she’d last seen him, hoping that she would encounter him again somewhere as he slowly but surely worked to dismantle any sight of the Delta's regime and to begin starting trade routes between Ericson’s and other settlements to the east. She would lie in bed at night, dreaming of him and of what she would say to him when they next saw each other. She remembered the way he placed flowers onto her pillows, the way he’d compliment her singing and her hair when it was let loose, remembered how she felt vulnerable one night when they were both locked in a shed, awaiting their fates while avoiding a herd, when she’d told him of how she survived a similar incident several years ago, and how he held her close and kissed her forehead despite the fact that she was shaking and crying.

She’d found out what became of him when Aasim told her what had happened. Aasim, Willy and Mitch ended up being cornered by bandits when they were coming back from receiving supplies from Alexandria, there were simply far too many of them to fight off, so Mitch had offered himself up as a distraction so that the others could escape.

“He... he blew himself up... but he took most of the others out with him. He, uh... he called it his masterpiece.” She could still remember Aasim brokenly rasping, “He gave his life for us so that we could live another day.”

She’d known all along. How could she not? At first she was furious. How could he just give up like that? He was one of the strongest men alive that she knew; surely, he was better than this. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Mitch was gone. He’d been long gone even when they parted ways and she told him she loved him. He was never meant to last. She could just picture his final moments, those verdant green eyes defiant until the end as he recited a death mantra to his enemies about fire and beauty and transience. They would not have understood, but that didn’t matter. Not many ever could appreciate true genius.

The fireworks were beautiful. Everyone in the crowd was dazzled by the display, brief flashes of brilliance that were gone almost as soon as they appeared. Clementine found them beautiful, too.

“Do you see it?”

Clementine closed her eyes and saw different fireworks in a place far from here. Mitch’s hand was in hers, and she was happy. She could feel his hands on her, taste him, hear him breathing against her. Beautiful and terrible, he was a force unto himself.

“I don’t know any other way to live.”

“Clem?”

Clementine opened her eyes and caught Ruby staring at her, concerned.

“You alright? You’re crying.”

Mitch had given her something she’d thought she’d lost forever. She was here because of her own will, but Mitch had reminded her that she had that power to begin with. They said it was he who’d defied death once back when the Delta first invaded, but he had brought her back from the dead with him. He wasn’t forever, but the best things never were. They visited for a moment, long enough to make an impact, hard and lasting, and moved on, their brilliance never forgotten, never squandered. It hurt. Every day she missed him, but she knew it could be no other way. He could be no other way. And she’d loved that about him.

“Yeah,” Clementine whispered, returning her gaze to the colorful fireworks above. She smiled through her tears. “I’m alright.”

#A HEART SPILLED ONTO THE PAGES. ( DRABBLES. )#c'mon baby light my FIRE. ( MITCHENTINE. )

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The Pub Quiz 2.0

Word Count: 2,434

For @thisdamndesire, happy Valentine’s, I hope you like this little meet up of all kinds of characters and of course Robron being the Powercouple they are :)

Robert and Aaron came into the pub, laughing about something, oblivious to all the looks and Chas cheering when she saw them.

“Two pints, please, mum,” Aaron said.

Robert had stopped to look around and furrowed his brows.

“What’s going on here?” he asked Chas.

“We were just waiting for you,” she said.

Aaron looked around now, too. He saw Eric and Faith at a table, next to them Cain and Moira. One table over were Vanessa and Charity with Tracy and David. Vic and Ross were at the table in the corner and Ross did not look like he wanted to be here at all. Dan and Kerry came rushing in and dropped down at a table with Nicola and Jimmy.

“It’s another Pub Quiz,” Chas said with her biggest smile. “Couples edition and we were just waiting for you.”

“Oh,” Robert said. Aaron had just told him how all he wanted was a quiet pint in the pub, no yelling customers, no annoying Gerry. “We just wanted a pint…”

“What?” Aaron asked to Robert’s surprise. “We have to defend our title!”

He grabbed the two pints and scooted down to the end of the bar.

It was late June, they had been back together for almost four months now, and things were good, really good. Not perfect, no, never, but they talked and they made an effort to spend time together and deliberately listen to each other. A pint at the pub after a long day at work had become their routine just as the lazy breakfast in bed on a Sunday.

“All right,” Chas said. “I will pass out the first round sheets now. Choose your couple name and it’s not allowed to just be your names, be creative. You then have 15 minutes to answer these 10 questions. The best three couples move on to the semi-finale and then the best two to the finale.”

Aaron gave Robert the pen, his handwriting was neater and he tended to get impatient when Aaron didn’t write fast enough.

“Name?” Robert asked.

“Aaron and Robert,” Aaron said.

“She just said it can’t be our names,” Robert said with a laugh.

“Oh, she did?” Aaron asked. “Sometimes I just tend to tune her out. Dingle Sugden?”

Robert grinned. “I am pretty sure those are also our names. How about The Mills?”

“Nah, sounds stupid,” Aaron said. “The Scrappys?”

“Sounds like we’re dogs,” Robert said.

“Having trouble finding a name, boys?” Faith piped up. “How about Beauty and the beast?”

“Who would be who?” Robert asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you know…,” Faith said and winked at him.

Eric looked alarmed and Aaron rolled his eyes. “Cheers for that.”

“Oh, I know something,” Robert said and wrote down ‘Dec 4th’.

“Sap,” Aaron grinned.

“All right, everybody set?” Chas asked. Everybody mumbled. “Good. Then your 15 minutes start now.”

Robert started writing immediately and Aaron looked over his shoulder.

“No,” he said in a hushed tone. “Romeo’s last name was Montague, not Capulet.”

Robert tilted his head.

“Right, of course,” he said and changed the answer.

“Who the hell knows the name of Elizabeth Taylor’s first husband?” Aaron asked.

“Nicky Hilton,” Robert said immediately and wrote it down.

Aaron suppressed a grin. “Wow, you really are a man of many talents.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Robert asked.

“No, no, I mean it,” Aaron grinned.

They shared a look and were lost in each other for a moment. So they didn’t realise Kerry sneaking up on them and looking over their shoulder.

“David Burtka,” she mumbled and turned to Dan. “Put down David Burtka.”

“Who needs to know about who this gay dude is married to anyway?” Dan mumbled but Robert heard.

“What?” he snapped.

“Rob, don’t,” Aaron said and put his hand on his arm.

“No, no, I wanna know,” Robert said. “The fact that he is gay makes his marriage less important, is that what you’re saying?”

“No, of course not,” Dan said quickly. “I didn’t mean anything by it…”

“You better…,” Robert started.

“One minute left!” Chas called out and Robert turned back around.

They quickly wrote down the last answer and handed their sheet in.

While Chas went in the backroom to check all the sheets Aaron and Robert ordered another pint.

“Sugden, a word?” Cain approached them.

“A word and a glare?” Robert joked and Aaron chuckled.

“Ah, a new career as a clown?” Cain asked, not impressed in the slightest.

“What can I do for you?” Robert asked instead of an answer.

“I need one of your contacts,” he said.

“No,” Aaron jumped in.

“What?” Cain asked.

“No more dodgy business,” Aaron asked. “I can do without this one getting any more enemies.”

“It’s not dodgy,” Cain argued.

“All right, and we have the results,” Chas announced.

“Call me later,” Robert said to Cain and he went back to his table.

“The three couples that have made it through to the next round are: The best of the best,” she started and Vanessa and Charity cheered.

“Let me guess who picked that name,” Robert said with a grin at Charity.

“And let me guess your names is something very snobby,” Charity shot back.

“Nope,” Robert shook his head.

“…., the beauties,…” Chas announced and Faith cheered, whereas Eric did not look impressed.

“Oh great,” he mumbled.

“And last but not least Dec 4th,” Chas said finally and Aaron looked very smug.

“Ha,” he let out and Robert punched his fist in the air with a cocky glance to Dan.

“Dec 4th?” Charity asked. “What’s that supposed to be? The day the wizard gave you a heart?”

“In a way,” Robert grinned. “Certainly the day my life changed forever.”

Charity made gagging noises and Vanessa nudged her in the side.

“All right, the second round will be quickfire questions. You each have to choose one member of the time who will answer a series of questions in one minute. The two couples with the most right answers will win.”

Faith jumped off her chair immediately and walked over to the bar to stand beside Robert.

“Care to make it a little more interesting, blondie?” she asked with a wink.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“If I get more answers than you you have to take me out to dinner,” Faith said with a big smile.

“Excuse me,” Eric piped up from his spot on the bench.

But Robert just laughed and nodded. “Sure.”

“Did you just agree to take my grandma out on a date?” Aaron asked with raised eyebrows.

“He always had a thing for older ladies, right?” Charity said with a smirk.

Chas positioned herself with the questions and Marlon was taking the time. Vanessa got 4 answers right and then Faith was up. She was talking way too much and only got 2 answers right.

“Ah, that looks like a no on our date,” Robert said smugly.

“Give him the hard questions,” Charity said. “Wipe that smug off his face.”

Aaron looked like he had hardly ever been happier in his life.

“Okay, Robert, you ready? You only need three right answers to move on,” Chas said.

Marlon started the minute and after 40 seconds Robert had his 3 right answers.

“Yes!” Aaron cheered and jumped off his bar stool to hug Robert.

“All right,” Chas said. “It looks like we will have a battle of the sexes. Vanessa and Charity against Robert and Aaron.”

“You are going down, Sugden,” Charity piped up.

“For the third round we play what is known as the newlywed game,” Chas said with a smirk. “Each couple will get ten questions, 5 questions each and the other one has to guess what their partner answered. The couple with the most matching answers will win.”

They started with Charity and Vanessa. Vanessa guessed three of Charity’s answers right, Charity only one of Vanessa’s.

“Easy,” Aaron grinned smugly. “We got this.”

“Don’t give them the easy questions,” Charity said to Chas. “just because he’s your son.”

“No worries,” Chas grinned.

“So, here we go then, we start with Aaron, you write your answers down and Robert, you write down what you think he’ll say,” she said.

“Yeah, we got the concept, Chas,” Robert said and grabbed his sharpie to write on his board.

“Okay, first question is: What cheers Aaron up when he is in a bad mood?” Chas asked.

“Is there such a thing?” Vic called out with a wink.

“Funny,” Aaron said and wrote down an answer immediately.

Robert tilted his head a bit and then wrote as well.

“Reveal,” Chas said.

The both turned their cards and Aaron wrote: “Video Games or sex, unless Robert put me in a bad mood then Video games and silence.”

Robert grinned at that, because he wrote: “Video Games and sex, unless it’s because of me.”

“First point,” Chas said. “Moving on: Who is Aaron’s favourite family member?”

“Come on,” Charity called out. “That is too easy.”

“Right?” Chas said with a big smile.

But when Robert and Aaron turned their boards they both said “Liv”.

“Now, the next one is gonna be interesting: What does Aaron think is the worst piece of clothing Robert owns?” Chas asked.

“Oh, how to choose,” Marlon said with a grin.

“Look who’s talking,” Robert shot back.

Aaron turned his board and it said: “Floral shirts”

Vic asked surprised: “really?” the same time Chas said “Absolutely.”

“I love them, Rob,” Vic said again as Robert turned the board with the same answer.

“Now seriously, how do you know all this stuff?” Charity asked.

Robert looked at Aaron who looked back and grinned and in turn, Robert smiled.

“Oh, never mind,” Charity grumbled.

“Fourth question: What is the best quality about your partner?” Chas asked.

“Wouldn’t we all like to know,” Dan mumbled and Aaron shot him a look that made him shut up immediately.

Aaron wrote something down immediately whereas Robert looked a little bit at a loss.

He finally turned his board around and it read: “Looks?”

“Seriously?” Aaron said and shook his head. “No.”

He turned his around and it said: “his heart”

Robert looked at Aaron and shook his head but Aaron just smiled and nodded.

“Last question for the Aaron round,” Chas broke their moment. “Which of these movie titles would you say describe your relationship the best: Walk the line, Fast and the furious or Silver Linings?”

Aaron wrote his answer down and looked at Robert. Robert smirked at him and Aaron grinned.

“Not fair,” Vanessa said. “they are using the telepathic connection thing they have going on.”

Charity nodded enthusiastically and Chas laughed. “That is not against the rules.”

Robert wrote down his answer and they turned their boards around, both already knowing that they had the same answer.

“Fast and furious, hm?” Faith said. “I hope that doesn’t apply to your sex life.”

“Mum!” Chas chastised her.

“All right, so we got four answers right,” Chas continued. “Which means Aaron will only have to match one answer right and it’s a win.”

“Easy,” Aaron said smugly.

“First question is a question I guess no one really wants to know, but here we go: What was the worst sex you ever had? Or rather with whom?”

“I better not see my name on that board, Sugden!” Nicola called out.

“Or mine,” Debbie chimed in.

“That’s fun, isn’t it?” Charity asked with a wide grin. “So many people you can offend.”

“Wished you were one of them?” Robert asked and wriggled his eyebrows at her.

“I do,” Faith called out.

“Gross,” Aaron mumbled.

Robert just grinned and wrote down his answer.

Robert turned his board around and it read: “I don’t have bad sex.”

“Oh,” Aaron sighed. “I should have known your ego would answer that question.”

He turned his board around and it read: “the imaginary sex with Charity.”

“That’s funny,” Charity said and glared at him.

“So, you didn’t get this one, you still need one answer to win,” Chas said. “Let’s get on with it: What is Robert’s least favourite colour?”

Aaron furrowed his brows and shrugged his shoulder. He looked over to Robert who looked just as lost, but then he saw something, a smirk, and Aaron knew he just had an idea to be a smart mouth. He thought about it for a second, had to chuckle to himself and put down his answer.

They both turned their boards around and it read: “White.”

Vic shook her head. “What you wear white all the time,” she said.

“Nah,” Charity said. “He was being clever, right?”

“He was,” Aaron said.

“All right, well that’s it,” Chas said. “You won. Yippie!”

“No,” Faith called out. “We wanna see the other questions, too!”

“Yeah, show us more of that telepathic communication you two got going on,” Vanessa said with a laugh.

“You wanna?” Chas asked them and they shrugged their shoulders.

“Might as well;” Aaron said, but Robert could see that Aaron actually wanted to know, too, if they could get them right.

“What does Robert think is the most annoying habit about Aaron?” Chas asked

Robert wrote down his answer immediately.

“Oh yes, please, write that down quicker,” Aaron said with a laugh.

They both turned their boards and Aaron’s read: “Slurping cereal,” and Robert’s read “Table manners.”

“We’ll count that as a win,” Chas laughed. “What kind of date would Robert say is his favourite kind?”

“No matter what, gotta be posh, right?” Nicola called out again.

But Robert just smiled and started to write.

“And no need to describe any kind of sex,” Chas said. “We all know that’s how it ends.”

“Oh,” Aaron said and erased his board again which made Kerry and Faith laugh.

Robert turned his board and it read: “On the sofa, takeout and reruns of Top Gear.”

Aaron’s face softened when he read that and for a moment he forgot they were in a room full of people.

He turned his board and it said: “On the sofa with takeout.”

“He didn’t say Top Gear, it doesn’t count,” Charity said.

“We already lost, babe,” Vanessa said. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Last question,” Chas said. “What is Robert’s favourite piece of clothing of Aaron’s?”

Robert smirked at Aaron and wrote down his answer.

Aaron shook his head, but couldn’t hide the grin.

“Okay, reveal,” Chas said and Robert turned his board around.

“Suits or nothing.”

Aaron grinned and turned his around.

“Nothing, or suits.”

“You two are the worst,” Charity said.

Aaron smirked and Robert smiled.

“Oh, we know,” he said.

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Chapter 3, Section 1–The Diva’s Waltz; Scene 5

Wiegenlied of Green (VG), page 149-158

🍀 Michaela ~The Country of Elphegort, "The Freezis Estate/Parlor"~

Since I had come to show off my singing before other people, I had made the acquaintance of many nobles and merchants. And accompanying that, something troubling started happening. Among the younger nobles I'd met, there began to appear those who would make marriage proposals to me.

Lord Keel had been supportive, saying that this was an extremely joyous thing, but all the same I couldn't oblige them even if I wanted to. There were two years left of the time that I could spend as the human "me". And once those years were up, I would have to once again return to being a spirit.

More than that, I still couldn't fully understand human feelings of love.

What does it mean to love someone?

Having been a genderless spirit originally, I had never been in love before.

Observing the humans who would visit the forest, several times I had witnessed men telling women they loved them, or women telling men, and people exchanging kisses. And I had seen many tragedies that came from when love ran wild. But I couldn't empathize with such people. In my eyes it had looked only to be a strange breeding behavior characteristic of humans.

At the banquet that night, just like the others, I received thunderous applause. Singing was as fun as ever, but the courtesy calls after it had gotten extremely painful. The reason being I had to skillfully trade comments with a great deal of compliments and pick-up lines directed my way.

"Oh, are you alright? If this is getting hard on you, I don't mind if you excuse yourself for a little while?" Mrs. Freezis said, me being much more exhausted than usual. Taking advantage of the madam's kindness, I started walking towards the parlor, which was being used in place of the waiting room during the banquet party.

"I'm beat."

I plopped down on the sofa. There were several paintings put up in the parlor. They were part of Lord Keel's collection. I gazed at the paintings, for no particular reason. I didn't know why, but there was one picture among them that I found extremely fascinating.

That oil painting had a much more reserved usage of color than the others around it. It was a calm picture depicting a blonde haired girl smiling and standing on a coast, but somehow it felt strangely ominous, and also the slightest bit sad. In the bottom part of the picture there was the signature of the artist, but unfortunately I couldn't read it.

I wish Elluka had taught me just a little bit.

During my one month crash course, there hadn't been time for things like learning to read. Elluka had told me that if it was necessary I would manage on my own later, but in my life as a farmer that had been impossible.

Clarith's mother had been able to read and write, hadn't she? I wish I'd gotten lessons from her.

I stared at the signature in utter stillness.

"Karchess Crim. My pen name."

The one who informed me of the artist's name from behind was the King of Marlon, Kyle, who had entered the room at some point without my knowing.

"K-King Kyle!? You startled me, don't come in so suddenly like that!"

"Sorry, although I did knock…I didn't hear any response."

Maybe I'd been so engrossed in the painting that I hadn't heard. Even so, he shouldn't have entered so willfully like that…He could have at least said something.

There were times when he showed the dignity one might expect of royalty, and then there were times like now where he would be completely tactless, as though unable to read the situation. The women attending the banquet seemed to, conversely, find this adorable; as such, and because he was a bachelor, it seemed he was very popular with them.

"This painting is actually one I did when I was a child."

Kyle began to speak somewhat nostalgically. His expression was calm.

"That was seven…no, eight years ago. I was fourteen or fifteen at the time, and I had wanted to be a painter. I was even considering abdicating the throne for my dream. As I recall it was around then that I met Keel, too."

Quite frankly, that was surprising. That he would have the resolve to throw everything away for the sake of his dreams, despite having a set future ahead of him. …In that way too, he reminded me of Ayn.

"Although, well, those dreams were crushed at my mother's instigation. In secret she made preparations with art dealers and critics, and had me completely excluded from the art world. To the point where I can no longer go back."

"My word…"

"I guess the heir to the throne becoming a painter was a ridiculous concept to begin with. After my father died, I burned almost all of the paintings I'd made up to that point. …The only ones left now are these ones, which Keel bought from me."

"…King Kyle, do you hate being a king?"

"It's not that. I have a lot of pride in my position as king. With a single word I can save a nation, or make them suffer. It's a heavy responsibility, and at the same time I think it's a wonderful, irreplaceable job. But…sometimes I get to thinking. That maybe I've only walked along the rail that my mother's laid out for me, maybe I'm just her puppet. I decide who I am. That's what I've always thought, but…that hasn't really panned out that well.

In that moment I felt an inexpressible discomfort. What was this feeling…? I felt a sensation of goosebumps, unconsciously rubbing my arm.

"…Even now, there are times when I want to abandon everything and run away. I'd quit being a king, mingle with the commoners and live a humble life. Surround myself with a wife and child that I loved, you know."

At that point, Kyle glanced at my face.

"In that time …I would be incredibly happy if I had someone like you by my side," he said, blushing up to his ears. At the sight of that, the strange feeling from earlier faded away. I suspected that I knew at least a little bit this feeling of "adorable" that the other women felt.

"Do you love me, King Kyle?"

"Uh…You don't mince words, do you?" Kyle seemed to have trouble talking, though spoke plainly, as though taken by surprise by my words. "It's true. I do like you. Ever since I first met you, I fear."

Watching Kyle as he was then, I pondered him. Maybe if I was a normal human woman I would be glad to hear him say such things, or get embarrassed, or maybe be bewildered at why he'd pick me, or get angry. But none of those emotions surged forward in me. It certainly wasn't unpleasant, to be receiving favor. Although, well, I was a little fed up with it, this being the fifth person to seek marriage from me.

"I am happy that you feel this way, however I do not know what it is to love someone. As such, I cannot accept. I am very sorry."

I answered bluntly. I thought that being vague with Kyle's feelings would be very dishonest towards him.

"You don't know…what loving someone is?"

"Yes. I have never been in love before. So just…what exactly is love in the first place?"

"Oh dear…that's a difficult question."

It was a question that apparently led to the other person getting angry, as though they were being made fun of, if it went poorly; but Kyle seriously considered it.

"Michaela, do you have someone that you hold dear to you aside from any siblings and family that you have?"

"…Yes, I do."

"When this person's in trouble, do you want to protect them?"

"Yes, of course."

"I see. Well then, are you happy to always be with this person?"

"Yes."

"If this person told you that they don't want to be with you anymore, that they'd prefer someone else, would you be able to accept that?"

I had been answering the questions smoothly up until that point, but at that one my chest hurt a little bit.

"…No. I'd want to accept it, but I don't think I could."

"Then maybe you love this person. This is just my own theory, but I think that love is a selfish thing. On one hand, you want to give the other person everything that they desire; but on the other hand you can't help but desire that other person's everything. If they change their interest to someone else, you get jealous. With friendship, in some respects it involves keeping your distance. So I think that's the difference between love and friendship."

"I see…Hm, although,"

"What is it?"

"The person I'm talking about is a girl."

"…Then I'm stumped."

Kyle looked to the ceiling as though imploring for advice. It was, of course, Clarith that had come to mind for me.

"Hmmm, I guess love isn't necessarily something that's only with the opposite sex...Looks like I'm still a bit inexperienced myself in matters of love."

"I don't think so. At the very least I think you know more than me?"

"…Michaela."

Kyle took out a small seashell necklace from his pocket, and put it around my neck.

"This is proof of my pure love. I would be very grateful if you would accept this."

"…I can't."

"Can you so coldly refuse a gift from the king of Marlon?" Kyle said with a joking tone, pouting like a spoiled child. His cheeks were still red, probably from blushing.

"You so quickly abuse your authority."

"Just kidding. Haha, sorry if I've spoiled the mood. I want to get to know you better. We should start as friends first. Would you like to get closer to me?"

He made a mischievous smile, eyebrows lowered. I touched the pendant on the necklace that he'd put around my neck.

"Well, if it's as friends, then I guess I don't mind."

"My goodness, how bold of you to treat the king of Marlon as a friend."

"…You're gonna make me mad."

"Ha ha ha, just joking. Well then, I look forward to getting to know you."

So saying, he returned to the banquet.

Once I had rested a little bit my exhaustion started to go away, so I left the room to return back to the meeting hall. When I did, I found Clarith standing there.

"Clarith? What's wrong?"

"…The King of Marlon was here just now. What were you two doing?"

"Huh? We just talked a little bit."

"Hmm…What's that necklace?"

"Ah…he gave it to me."

"Frankly speaking, it's a little tacky."

Clarith was obviously displeased. I was surprised at such a sarcastic barb, something so uncharacteristic of her.

"What is it, Clarith?"

"Well, Michaela--please don't get close with anyone else."

"Huh? …Why?"

"It scares me. I makes me very afraid, to think that you might go far away from me. …I want you to look only at me."

Clarith's brow was furrowed, looking like she was on the verge of tears. What did she have to be so afraid of? I was right there with her.

"…I'm sorry, that was weird of me to say. Please forget it," she said, turning her back to me and running off.

While she was running she was caught by a half-asleep Yukina, and scolded not to run in the halls. Panicking, Clarith bowed her head and, somehow, appeared to have been able to receive forgiveness.

I recalled what Kyle had said to me earlier.

"Love is a selfish thing. On one hand, you want to give the other person everything that they desire; but on the other hand you can't help but desire that other person's everything. If they change their interest to someone else, you get jealous."

It seemed to me that those words could certainly apply to Clarith just now.

It couldn't be…could it?

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The Godfather (1972)

Date Watched: 21st January 2017

Referenced in: 1x17, 2x14, 2x16, 3x02, 3x11, 4x01, 4x04, 4x07, 5x09, 5x17, 6x02, 6x04, 6x05, 6x06, 6x10, 6x21, 7x18, Summer and Fall

Rating: ★★★★☆

So the Godfather is referenced 5 bajillion times (enjoy those references below the read more) and is a classic. I had extremely high hopes for this film and I did enjoy watching it. The acting was impeccably and it was really well shot. I think a little was taken away with the horse’s head scene because who doesn’t know about that scene... which was surprisingly the only spoiler I knew before watching. I had a little bit of an issue with the predictability of it, housemate said it was cause I’ve watched too many films but I called almost everything before it happened (apart from the the guy who got shot 5 times death I don’t wanna give it away). It just about made 4 stars although it was pretty damn predictable, the acting was truly amazing and the storyline was pretty interesting.

(Other GG Movies I’ve watched so far)

(Full references under the cut)

1x17, The Breakup: Part 2 (2001) Lorelai tells Rory that her Dean box (a bo full of his stuff) is gone using a reference from this film - sleeps with the fishes LORELAI: Honey, good night. RORY: Mom… LORELAI: Yeah. RORY: Far, far away from the house ok? LORELAI: Hey, it sleeps with the fishes. RORY: Thank you.

2x14, It Should've Been Lorelai (2002) Rory and Lorelai discuss the "leave the gun, take the cannollis" line. RORY: Where do you wanna sit? LORELAI: I don’t know. Um, how ‘bout this table with it’s unobstructed westward view of the wide cosmopolitan expansive Klump Street? RORY: Tempting. Do you know that on a clear day you can see all the way to the garbage cans behind Al’s Pancake World? LORELAI: Hm. Or we could sit in the corner - you know, the Mafia table so that no one can come up behind you and whack you with a cannoli. RORY: Whack you with a cannoli? Oh, because he left the gun and took the cannoli. LORELAI: You’re so my daughter.

2x16, There's the Rub (2002) Lorelai calls Emily's limousine "The Luca Brasi-mobile." in reference to Luca Brasi a character from this film EMILY: [they walk to the front desk] Hello, I’m Emily Gilmore. This is my daughter, Lorelai. BOBBY: Ah, yes, welcome to Birch Grove. My name is Bobby. I have everything all set for you. Do you have luggage? LORELAI: Yes, it’s in the Luca Brasi mobile out front. BOBBY: Okay, well, we can take care of that for you. Here are your room keys and a copy of all of your spa activities. You ladies are booked solid, I see.

3x02, Haunted Leg (2002) Lorelai mentions Clemenza, a character in the film, who kills someone in a car. LORELAI: I know, but this goes against every rule I have in the Gilmore survival guide. Number one – no running with scissors. Number two – no pageboy haircuts. Number three – never ever have lunch alone with a mother. SOOKIE: It might not be so bad. LORELAI: Saying yes to this lunch with my mother is like saying "Sounds fun!" to a ride with Clemenza.

3x11, I Solemnly Swear (2003) Lorelai describes scenes from the film when talking about Rory’s issues with Francie LORELAI: Do you want me to talk to her? You know, arrange a sit-down? RORY: No, thanks. LORELAI: Come on. We’ll have it in an Italian restaurant. You’ll get up, go to the bathroom – thanks – and come out shooting, and then I’ll send you to Italy. RORY: Well, I do wanna go to Italy. LORELAI: Two birds with one stone, my friend.

4x01, Ballrooms and Biscotti (2003) Lorelai and Rory plan to watch the film. LORELAI: Pizza at John's. Um, Sunday, pick up all the stuff you need for school, and then there's a barbecue at Sookie's. Monday is mani/pedi, facial, haircut, go to the psychic, and stock up for Tuesday, the day of all days - Godfather I, II, and III, with extra showings of the Sofia death scene over and over as long as the Mallomars hold out. RORY: The perfect day!

RORY: Well, I'm not ready. I haven't packed. I have things I need to get. We were supposed to watch the three Godfather's and Sofia dying over and over and eat our biscotti and - LORELAI: Okay, listen, calm down. We just need to revise our plan. RORY: We were supposed to have a week. LORELAI: Okay, tonight we stay home and pack. Tomorrow we get up early. We'll get all the stuff you need, and that will give us time to watch at least two Godfather's and a Sofia dying. We'll still have a partial day and a great biscotti night.

LORELAI: Okay, let's sit. God, Mr. Jet Lag wants to be my best friend. RORY: Well, do you wanna go home and rest? LORELAI: No. We have a Godfather night to salvage. Check the list.

LORELAI: I'm not going. I'll finish up all the errands. RORY: Really? LORELAI: Yes. You go and you eat really fast and then get out of there. Meet me back here 9:30, 10 at the latest, and we'll do Godfather I through "Monday, Tuesday, Thursday," and a quick Sofia dying. RORY: Deal.

4x04, Chicken or Beef? (2003) Lorelai and Rory discuss scenes from the film. LORELAI: I own my own business now, Rory. I'm gonna have to deal with tiny men like Taylor all the time. You can't go around yelling at people, no matter how historical they might be. RORY: Bummer. LORELAI: You have to learn to separate the personal from the business. RORY: Okay. LORELAI: Remember in The Godfather, Michael telling Sonny how he was gonna kill Tattaglia and Captain McCluskey in that Italian restaurant? He lays out the whole thing very calmly, very unemotionally, 'cause that's what you do in business. RORY: Yeah, but then he went and shot two guys in the head. LORELAI: Okay, but I wasn't describing that scene.

4x07, The Festival of Living Art (2003) Rory references Sonny's (James Caan) line, "Badda-bing, you blow their brains all over your nice Ivy League suit." RORY: You are going to be the Renoir girl - end of story. LORELAI: How? RORY: Well, if they want an Anthea for "Portrait of a Young Girl Named Anthea," then they're going to have to have you for the Renoir girl. LORELAI: Well, look at you folding your laundry all haughty and powerful. RORY: Bada-bing all over his nice ivy-league suit.

5x09, Emily Says Hello (2004) Jackson speaks of threats from the film, specifically mentioning the fish on the doorstep, the horse head in the bed and "either his brains or his signature will be on the contract." [They arrive at Sookie's house – Jackson approaches them carrying a giant set of "stage scissors"] JACKSON: I came home from work, and I found these on the doorstep. What the hell is this supposed to mean? SOOKIE: Hon, maybe it's just a joke. JACKSON: No, this is not a joke. This is a threat. LORELAI: Yeah, those people at Butterick Patterns play pretty rough. JACKSON: This is the fish on the doorstep. It's the horse head in the bed. It's the "either your signature or your brains are going to be on the contract." SOOKIE: Jackson, calm down.

5x17, Pulp Friction (2005) Lorelai mentions, in passing, Connie Corleone's wedding day LUKE: You bring an enemy coffee cup in here on the day of our reconciliation. LORELAI [with a mobster accent]: At least I didn't ask you for a favor on this, the day of our daughter's wedding. LUKE: Get that coffee out of here.

6x02, Fight Face (2005) Luke mentions how Michael Corleone dealt with his brother-in-law. LORELAI: So, what do we do? LUKE: I'm gonna talk to TJ, but I'm gonna be smart about it, I'm not gonna spook him. I'm gonna be like Michael Corleone dealing with that slimy brother-in-law of his. Get a couple of tickets to a ball game, invite him along. And we'll talk about the beer and the hot dogs we're gonna eat. And then I'm gonna get him to admit that he did this. And then when we get in the car on the way to the ball park, I'm gonna put a rope around his neck and pull it till he's (pulls an imaginary rope) Dead! LORELAI: Wait, Wait! You're in the backseat? LUKE: Yeah! That's the best for garroting. Yes! LORELAI: No, he's gonna smell something fishy if you hop in the backseat especially if you're driving. LUKE: No, he's not that bright. It'll work! LORELAI: Why are you even buying the tickets? You could just sneak up on him and garrote him on the street. Save you the money.

6x04, Always a Godmother, Never a God (2005) Brian quotes "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse" RORY: I'm just doing it as a favour for Sookie. BRIAN: Godmother, huh? (imitating Marlon Brando) Did you make her an offer she couldn't refuse? ZACH: (impressed) Dude! You nailed that! BRIAN: Thanks.

6x05, We've Got Magic to Do (2005) Rory says, "This is business; it's not personal." RORY: I really hate her! PARIS: They should die. RORY: I should probably give her a table. PARIS: What? RORY: Well, we have a spare table. We kept it open in case of something like this. I should give it to her. PARIS: But she doesn't deserve it. RORY: I know, but this is business. It's not personal. I should give her that table.

6x06, Welcome to the Dollhouse (2005) Kirk references the film when talking about getting on the wrong side of Taylor. LORELAI: But you and I talked about the street names only this morning! How could the Dragonfly already be off the map? KIRK: You know the old saying, cross the Don in the morning, sleep with the fishes in the afternoon. Plus Taylor has one of those really fast laser printers. LORELAI: This is not fair! The Dragonfly is a business in Stars Hollow! This is not right.

6x10, He's Slippin' 'Em Bread... Dig? (2005) Sookie tells her sous chef to "Godfather it up" after instructing him to add more garlic to the dish he is preparing. SOOKIE: Okay, where's the onions for my sauce? Who's my onion man? CARL: Right here, Sookie. SOOKIE: Okay, right here, Carl. I need them right there. Okay? Get the shallots in it. It's time. It's time! [She tastes a sauce.] Okay. Needs more garlic. Come on. Godfather it up for me. [To the woman chopping herbs] Good! Good, good, good. Good, good. Okay. If you can travel back in time and make me not make the veal and ham pate, I'd appreciate it. Talk me out of these things in the future, guys.

6x21, Driving Miss Gilmore (2006) Lorelai wonders if her parents had Clemenza hide a gun in the bathroom after they said they had lunch with Christopher RICHARD: Because there'd been a lot of tension between us about the tuition incident, and your mother and I thought it was time for a sit-down. LORELAI: A sit down what, did you get Clemenza to hide a gun in the bathroom first? RICHARD: We thought it was time to clear the air. After all, Christopher is Rory's father, and we wanted him to know there were no hard feelings.

7x18, Hay Bale Maze (2007) Rory compares Taylor to Don Corleone. LOGAN: And this hay-bale maze -- this is all Taylor’s idea? RORY: Yep. LOGAN: This is the same Taylor who is town selectman and owns two businesses. RORY: Yeah, he’s basically the Mayor of Stars Hollow and Don Corleone all wrapped up into one. LOGAN: That’s fascinating.

A Year in the Life: Summer (2016) Lorelai imitates Vito Corleone. LORELAI: [Imitating Marlon Brando as Don Corleone] My wife is crying upstairs. I hear cars coming to the house. Consiglieri of mine, I think it's time you tell your Don what everyone seems to know. MICHEL: What? LORELAI: It's from The Godfather MICHEL: Eurgh, not The Godfather again. LORELAI: It has a quote for every circumstance. MICHEL: You don't have a wife. LORELAI: It's not exact. MICHEL: And who's Don? LORELAI: Michel! MICHEL: I'm leaving LORELAI: [sighs] I'm out of quotes.

A Year in the Life: Fall (2016) Emily says, "I just upped and pulled a Bugsy Siegel and made them an offer they couldn't refuse." EMILY: D'you remember the house your father and I would rent every summer? LORELAI: Of course. EMILY: Well I bought it and it wasn't even for sale! I just upped and pulled a Bugsy Siegel and made them an offer they couldn't refuse. LORELAI: Ok I think you just mixed your mob metaphors but I appreciate the attempt.

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Episode 1–The Boy Embraces His Ambition; Scene 2

Judgment of Corruption, pages 23-31

After the head judge informed them of the date and time he would announce his verdict, court adjourned for the day.

"What do you think?"

As people were steadily starting to get up and leave the courtroom, Loki Freezis, sitting next to Gallerian, started to talk to him.

"What do I think about…what?" Gallerian replied, putting his notebook in his bag.

“About the verdict of the trial. How do you think it’s gonna go?”

"It's undoubtedly going to be the death sentence."

“Bet so. As far as I’ve seen with all of the precedent cases, there hasn’t been a single person accused of ‘witchcraft’ who was found innocent. And when a guilty verdict for violating the law on witchcraft is handed down, there’s no way to avoid the death penalty…Sigh.”

“Why the sigh?”

“There’s nothing more boring than a trial where you already know the outcome. If we have to watch it for our studies, I wish it could have been a more interesting case.”

“This is part of the curriculum to get credits, so there’s nothing for it, right? …And I don’t think you ought to differentiate between trials based on whether they’re interesting or not.”

After finishing getting his things around, Gallerian stood. Loki followed suit, and the two of them started to walk to the exit side by side.

"You always take things so seriously, Gallerian. Well, I guess that’s why you’re the youngest student at Levin University at age fourteen, and able to stay at the top of the class to boot.”

Gallerian’s expression didn’t change one twitch despite the praise.

“It’s just happenstance. On that last test my score only differed from yours by twelve points.”

“Those twelve points may seem small, but it’s a big difference. The difference between first and second place, you know. In the end I wasn’t able to flip our positions, despite my efforts.”

Once outside the building, two large trees flanking the main entrance could be seen, budding. The two boys walked through them.

“It’ll be graduation soon,” Loki murmured as he faced forward, sounding deeply moved.

“Yeah, it will. But…The real performance is yet to come.”

“Our bar exams, you mean? We can’t join the Dark Star Bureau without taking those. …But well, I think that’ll be an easy task for me and you.”

“…I hope it is,” Gallerian replied, his expression downcast.

What could he be worrying about? –I had a rough idea.

Just as Loki said, Gallerian was an exceptional student. He’d had no problems relating to his behavior. Someone who didn’t know of his circumstances would naturally think he was a shoo-in for joining the Dark Star Bureau as he hoped.

But the current head of the Dark Star Bureau was Hanma Baldured, just as it had been fourteen years before.

So then, would he accept so readily Gallerian’s entry, given that he was the son of a witch?

…Gallerian knew what kind of person his mother had been. And he knew why she had disappeared from him when he was a baby.

--Appearing not to notice Gallerian’s anxiety at all, Loki suddenly changed the topic and posed this question to Gallerian: “By the way—why do you want to become a judge?”

“…? What do you mean?”

“I’m just thinking, if you wanted to you could have chosen any other path. Like…going into government. After all is said and done, you’re from the once royal Marlon family line. Personally I’ve always wondered if maybe that isn’t more your cup of tea.”

“…Are you crazy, Loki?” Gallerian sighed, looking stupefied. “It’s because I’m a descendant of the Marlon Royal line that I can’t. The Viwirtz family runs the country of Marlon now. After they became sovereign over Marlon in place of the Marlon royal family, you really think they’d look well on someone from the Marlon line becoming a bureaucrat when it might invite disaster?”

“…Ah, so even if, for argument’s sake, you were able to get in, you couldn’t hope for any advancement. –But you wouldn’t need to become a bureaucrat in your home country, you know. You could try here in Levianta, or in Lucifenia, or someplace like that.”

“Given that the USE framework exists, and the Viwirtz royal family has a lot of influence in it, it would still be the same. If I wanted to get anywhere in the world of politics—I would have to move somewhere like the United States of Maistia, to the far west across the sea.”

“Maistia huh…That would be pretty interesting though, wouldn’t it? I’ve been there a few times when I was a kid, it’s a nice place. It’s not all squalid like Evillious is.”

“Then you go there. Maybe go be president or something. I’ve got no interest in politics from the outset. Becoming a judge has always been a dream of mine.”

“Huh…Why?”

“…”

Rather than answering that question, instead Gallerian returned it to Loki. “What about you? I think it’s a little strange for a son of the Freezis Conglomerate to want to become a judge.”

The Freezis Conglomerate was an organization that had been established roughly four hundred years before, originally going by the name of the “Freezis Foundation”, made to manage the fortune that the great merchant Keel Freezis left behind. That had been its original purpose, but in its present state it might be more accurate to call it a multinational corporation run by the Freezis family descending from Keel. With their moneylending using Keel’s fortune as funds, their overseas trade with the continent of Maistia and the far East, as well as their mining of subterranean resources, their capital strength had vastly increased; now the conglomerate was not just a main economic power, but also one that held great influence in the political stage as well.

And the Freezis family stood at the top of this conglomerate. It was natural that Gallerian would have doubts on Loki pursuing an education on law, given that he was a direct descendent.

“Hahah, you’ve dodged the question, Gallerian.”

“I’m just embarrassed to say my dreams for the future so openly. If you say that your reason is the same as mine, because becoming a judge is your dream, then I won’t pry any further.”

“I suppose…In my case it’s a little different. To be more accurate, it’s my destiny as a member of the Freezis family to be at the very top of the justice system—the director of the USE Dark Star Bureau.”

“Your ‘destiny’, huh?”

“Yes, my ‘destiny’. Though my father is the Freezis commander, I’m the third son. My oldest brother is next in line for succession, and my second oldest brother is working as an administrative official for the USE joint government. And so if I’m able to get into the Dark Star Bureau and advance through the ranks—”

“Then that means the conglomerate will be able to have its hands in both the economy, the government, and the justice system.”

“Exactly. The World Police is an organization that was originally started by the Freezis Foundation, so the current Freezis Conglomerate still has a strong influence on it. If all goes well, then my family—no, the entire Freezis Conglomerate, will gain a massive amount of power in the USE,” Loki explained, his eyes sparkling as he did. Gallerian glanced at him from the side with a calm gaze, and yet also with some jealousy.

“…You have plans on such a broad scale. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

“There’s no need to get so abject about it. Even you sort of have a connection to the Freezis family in your genes.”

Just as Loki said, Gallerian’s great-great-grandmother was a member of the Freezis family. Though this person was a distant relative removed from the main family line, and in the present day Gallerian had never received any benefits for it.

Even so, it seemed it was because of this connection that the two of them had become fast friends so soon after entering college. I had no idea what they had thought of each other in their first meeting, but judging from the look of them now one could say that they were, without a doubt, “best friends”.

“—Well, supposing the both of us do get into the Dark Star Bureau that would make us ‘rivals’,” Gallerian sighed.

“Oh? So you’ve got your eye on the director’s chair too, Gallerian. …Well, you would, wouldn’t you. Someone without ambitions would never have studied with so much zeal. But, university grades notwithstanding, I’ve got no intention of conceding a single step to you. What’s sought in scholarship and what’s sought in practical experience are two different things, after all.”

“That’s true. Getting to the top of the Dark Star Bureau isn’t gonna be so easy that I can get a big head about it.” Lifting his index finger, Gallerian asked Loki, “I’ve got one thing I’d like to know. Loki—what do you think of the ‘Witch Trials’?”

Loki appeared to think for a moment, before replying, “…I think it’s something we just have to do. It is true that some unknown power is causing chaos in this world right now.”

“So you think witches truly exist?”

“Yeah,” Loki returned decisively. Then he lowered his voice a little and continued, “Actually. The Freezis Conglomerate had secretly been conducting research into ‘witches’ for centuries. I’ve read papers on it that we keep in our archives.”

“Wow…I’m a little intrigued.”

“Unfortunately they’re top-secret documents, and only direct members of the family are allowed to read them. So I can’t tell you a lot of what’s in them, but—in the past, and in the present day, witches do really exist.”

“…”

“Even if the Freezis Conglomerate rules the world, it doesn’t mean anything if that world is destroyed. So when I become the director, I’ll use my judicial powers to soundly exterminate all witches…I think that’s another mission in my life.”

“…I see.”

Gallerian lowered his eyes for a moment.

And then he quickly opened them, smiled, and said, “Except, I’m the one who’s going to become the director.”

“So you said. Well, I know that you’re quite exceptional. When Director Loki Freezis is born, I think he’ll make little Gallerian here into his second-in-command.”

The two walked along the road, joking with each other.

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The Wall #43: FIFTY SHADES OF BLACK

As much as every single neuron in my being is screaming at me to not do this, I'm going to because I saw the movie and I wanted to kill myself. Yeah, I'm sure that after that highly optimistic opening statement that you're all excited to hear what my opinion on this movie is going to be, because it could totally go either way. Ah, but don't you guys fret because I'm going to clear up any ambiguity that comes our way right this second in my review of the January masterpiece that is Fifty Shades of Black. ... this one's gonna hurt.

So, I don't know how many of you guys are aware of my little... history with these "parody movies" but let me sum it up in one simple sentence: I FUCKING HATE THEM. I hate them because they are painfully unfunny, brainless, cheaply-made messes that rely heavily on stale pop culture references that are at least 90 billion years old as "jokes". They hardly even do what parody movies are supposed to do which is... well, parody. Their jokes (and this goes for Wayans Brothers' and Seltzeberg movies) are: bathroom jokes, sex jokes, pop culture references and that's it. The earlier ones were at least more tolerable thanks to the fact that they used to have good and genuinely funny actors in there that knew how to work with really piss-poor material, but then you get to things like Disaster Movie, or Vampires Suck, or Scary Movie 5, or Haunted House 2, and they're just nonsense. They wouldn't be as infuriating as they are if it wasn't for the fact that these movies are the KINGS of running jokes into the ground. They are so repetitive and tiring, and I will probably get repetitive and tiring in this review because these movies DO THE SAME SHIT AGAIN AND AGAIN.

This movie is no different. In this movie… the plot is exactly the same as Fifty Shades of Grey, except now it’s Marlon Wayans in Jamie Dornan’s place as Christian Grey (Chrsitian Black in this case because “hurr hurr, I can make black jokes because I’m black!”) and he’s trying to be the charming millionaire to try and get into this chick’s pants… only with 250% more bathroom humor and 150% more pointless cutaway jokes.

Part of what makes this movie so infuriating is that I know for a fact that Marlon Wayans isn’t a terrible actor- hell, he can be GREAT, just look at Requiem for a Dream, but he’s a godawful writer. I guess splitting off from his brother to work with some yahoo that is a hack and a half, has managed to make some of the worst comedies of the decade. It takes effort to make a movie that’s more despicable and less funny than Fifty Shades of Grey. I only say this because, as far as acting is concerned, Marlon Wayans, at points, can be actually charming, so much so that it makes me wonder how this movie could work with Marlon Wayans in the lead, only for him to quickly take a 90 degree turn into Stupidville by screeching and yelling like he’s done IN EVERY OTHER MOVIE LIKE THIS FOR THE PAST 15 YEARS. Not that all the other actors any better, they’re highly obnoxious.

This movie seems far more mean-spirited than other previous “parody movies”, mainly because of how many of the jokes are the characters (mainly Marlon Wayans) just insulting each other for no absolute reason. It actually gets pretty uncomfortable as the movie goes on. And of course, annoying because most of the jokes are “You ugly!” “You smell like shit!” “You fat!” and these people got paid ACTUAL money for that. At one point in the movie Marlon Wayans torments his girlfriend by reading the Fifty Shades of Grey book (which is also a very easy joke to make, so you get no points for creativity) and he exclaims that it was written by a third grader. I wouldn’t disagree with him except that YOU CAN’T MAKE A JOKE LIKE THAT WHEN YOU’RE RESPONSIBLE FOR WRITING FIFTY SHADES OF BLACK!

Oh, and how about those pop culture references? I bet you this movie was written in a month on some used toilet paper, because if the jokes are not terrible sex or poop jokes, they’re highly topical (and ultimately dated) jokes about Donald Trump, or Bill Cosby, or Kim Kardashian. Oh sure, those haven’t been run into the ground or anything. This reminds me so much of Vampires Suck in the sense that, sure, these assholes are picking on an easy target of a movie to make fun of, but at the very least there’s millions of possibilities for jokes and they take NONE of them. Same for this! Also, even though this movie is shorter than Fifty Shades of Grey, it has an ending that goes on and on, AND ON, AND ON. Why do these terrible comedy movies FEEL LIKE THEY NEED TO DRAG EVERYTHING OUT TO BE FUNNY EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE OBNOXIOUS BEYOND BELIEF?! I hate this movie. I hate this movie, I hate these kind of movies, I hate Marlon Wayans for keeping this kind of movie still alive in 2016, and I hate that I have to say that Fifty Shades of Grey is a both a better comedy, and a better movie than this piece of dogshit.

(804 words. Music: Mario Kart: Double Dash!!- Mushroom Bridge/City)

Do I even have to say anything else? Do I have to give you any more reasons why I want to swing a wrench to the heads of the people responsible for doing this?!

I do not miss you, 2016. If this movie didn't have the actors actually trying, and one or two jokes that actually amused me, this ALSO would have been a 0. I hate this movie on the principle THAT THIS KIND OF MOVIE SHOULD BE EXTINCT BY NOW. How does a movie THIS awful still exist in the late half of the 2010's?! How?! HOW?!

HOW?!

I'm done with this abomination. Thankfully, the next movie I'm going to review is actually pretty good! Next up: Deadpool! Until then, I'll see you all later!

#The Wall #Movie review #Fifty Shades of Black #Catch Up January

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scrapyardboyfriends · 7 years

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26 May 2017

[The Mill with Robert and Aaron]

AARON: Morning Robert! Check out this mug I bought yesterday - wait...yesterday? Was that before or after I decided to forgive you for cheating on me? - Nevermind, anyway, look “Property of World’s Best Husband”! Isn’t that adorable?

ROBERT: Is that to remind me of what I’m not?

AARON: Yes and to prompt you to thank me for being the best and most forgiving husband in the world because this mug is totally mine.

ROBERT: You’re the best and most forgiving husband in the world and you totally deserve that mug. I’m so glad the Plot took the day off yesterday and we got to have some real, deep, meaningful conversations about all of our issues and our love for each other. #QueenMaxine It’s almost like we were in one of those fan fiction stories I spent half of our break reading. But at least you’re Plot Aware now. I’m glad we’re in this together now.

AARON: *Tiniest Smile* *Resigned Look* #ThisPlotSucks

*Little kiss and hug* - for the fans

[The Woolpack with Rebecca and Chrissie]

*Marlon and Carly are being adorable with April to show the positive side of having children*

CHRISSIE: Look what you have to look forward to!

REBECCA: Yay! ...So do you think it’s really a good idea to be here in the pub...that’s owned by Aaron’s family. I mean I know they moved out yesterday but they could totally still come in.

CHRISSIE: Robert doesn’t dictate your life, Rebecca, the Plot does, usually through Robert because you only exist for him. But we’re having sisterly bonding time again so I’m going to get you some food before you turn on me again. You really are fickle.

[The Woolpack with Robert, Aaron, Rebecca, Chrissie, Marlon, Matt, Carly, Victoria, Lawrence and Ronnie...Paddy may have been there too but...you wouldn’t know it #Bitter]

*Robert and Aaron enter the pub*

AARON: *eye roll*

CHRISSIE: Ignore them

REBECCA: *nods* *Thanks for making the decision for me Face*

ROBERT: Aaron I have a bad feeling about this. We should just leave.

AARON: What the Plot? Is this what you’ve been dealing with? This is exhausting. I’m so sorry. Well...we’re gonna have to face them sooner or later.

ROBERT: Looks like Chrissie’s been made Plot Aware

AARON: Well...so have I. *Deep Breath for sanity* *Walks over to Chrissie and Rebecca’s table* I know, all about the Plot, you slept together and you were pregnant. I know.

REBECCA: He told you? I mean I know I told him on Wednesday to tell you but I didn’t think he’d actually do it. Look at my shocked face!

AARON: Yeah, and we had a great fanfiction episode yesterday where we talked it all out and I forgave him and it actually made sense. Even the fans were satisfied. #QueenMaxine So, look, whatever hold you think you have over him, ends now.

REBECCA: *So you don’t know the WHOLE Plot Face*

CHRISSIE: *Exists*

ROBERT: *Plot Calls for Extra Smug Face because Aaron forgave him* Oh I’m sorry Chrissie, did we ruin something for you? Some blackmail? Ross already tried blackmailing me and it didn’t take.

CHRISSIE: You forgave him...is it actually possible that you’re dumber than you look?

AARON: *Plot ignorance was bliss Face*

ROBERT: Do not insult my #BeautifulHusband You never got over the fact that we didn’t have a proper affair aftermath. Are you still waiting to enact those revenge plots you’ve been working on since then?

CHRISSIE: I just care about my sister now, honest. I’m sure we won’t be at each other’s throats in a couple weeks again. Really. Your unborn child has really brought us closer together.

ROBERT: Yeah, well it wasn’t that difficult. Prepare yourself Bex, I’m about to go full 2D Villain here. Watch out.

REBECCA: *Puts on ‘I’m a Victim Face’*

ROBERT: *Ramps up for Villain Speech* Oh just quit the wounded ANGEL act will ya! - do you like how I called you an angel?

REBECCA: Yeah, it really solidifies my Sainthood. Keep going!

ROBERT: I mean you were just there like you always have been - because I was so hammered I forgot that I texted you - Easy, desperate...it runs in the family!

REBECCA: *’I’m a Victim Face’*

CHRISSIE: *to Aaron* Do you really think you know him?

AARON: I think the Plot doesn’t want me to feel like I do because it conveniently forgot that we had all of these great talks yesterday, forgot all we’ve been through. I also think you two should just stay out of our lives. Don’t you want your own storylines?

MATT: Hey...you’re doing this in the middle of a pub full of people. Don’t you have a back room for these types of intense chats? That’s where I was taken for mine.

ROBERT: It’s fine. The Plot wants us here. It wants me to look bad in front of as many people as possible. Anyway, they were just leaving.

CHRISSIE: You don’t dictate her life!

ROBERT: No! The Plot dictates all of our lives! And right now it wants me to be the absolute worst version of myself that I hoped didn’t still exist. I miss yesterday so much. Sorry for this, Bex, Aaron, but I’m told you have something to tell me and this is the ONLY way it will come out. *Drags Rebecca off of her chair by her jacket* YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!!!

AARON: Woah mate, calm down. Are you sure this is the only way?

ROBERT: Welcome to the Plot Aaron. I have to look as evil as possible. Just hold me back so I don’t do anything too stupid.

AARON: This Plot is horrible. *Holds Robert back*

CHRISSIE: Stop! She’s still pregnant!

ROBERT: Ah, now I get it.

*Shocked faces* *Random extra in the back so shocked she can’t even take a sip from her drink*

MATT: I know they’re family but that girl looked upset.

MARLON: *Token Dingle appearance* *Concerned but not allowed to interfere in the Plot Face* Just keep an eye on them.

ROBERT: *Distraught Face* We agreed you were going to take care of it Bex. We had like 500 conversations about it. How could this have happened?

REBECCA: I can’t do it, Robert, not after last time. I mean I know the slightly more rational me yesterday said that it was the right thing to do but now the Plot clearly wants me to feel like it was super traumatic again because I need to look like the victim some more.

AARON: Hold up. Last time?

CHRISSIE: Oh yeah. I found out about that yesterday. He got her pregnant when he was engaged to me. Still think he tells you everything.

AARON: *Exasperated by the Plot Face*

REBECCA: *Sad Face* Chrissie stop! This Plot is happening, none of us get a choice.

VICTORIA: Hey Carly, let me tell you about this other storyline I popped into for a bit!

CARLY: Shush, something major is kicking off in the middle of the pub. It involves your brother and his husband, who’s one of your best friends. I’m sure you should care.

VICTORIA: Oh, it involves my new Plot Friend, Rebecca. I definitely care.

AARON: What does the Plot want you to want out of this?

REBECCA: *Pained I don’t understand my motivations Face*

ROBERT: If it’s me the Plot wants you to want, then it’s a sad little dream.

CHRISSIE: Don’t be pathetic!

ROBERT: I was talking to her.

CHRISSIE: I know but we haven’t gotten to argue in a while and I miss it.

ROBERT: Me too...way more fun than arguing with your sister. *Distraught Face* *Hunched pitifully over table* *Doing what he can to make himself appear somewhat sympathetic despite the Plot* You can’t do this, Bex!

REBECCA: I can do what I like!

ROBERT: *Shakes head* No, no, we’re slaves to the Plot remember.

REBECCA: I remember, but it’s still my body and my choice even though it was totally Vic that convinced me to have it and that first abortion that’s sometimes the right thing and sometimes traumatic. Honestly, I just couldn’t be bothered to do anything because I can’t ever make up my mind so it was easier to just do nothing.

*Lawrence and Ronnie enter at the most convenient time possible*

REBECCA: I’m sorry, but for now, the Plot has decided I’m having this baby.

LAWRENCE: You’re pregnant? With Robert ‘Devil Incarnate’ Sugden’s baby? You’ve got to be joking! How long has this been going on? Maybe I should be happy I’m on the way out soon.

REBECCA: I’m sorry. The Plot made me do it.

ROBERT: *Guilty Face* Damnit, I really thought I was done with this expression.

[The Woolpack with...yep all those same people except Robert and Aaron are sneaking off to the toilet...and sadly not for fun sexy times]

MARLON: Look, we have a back room for exactly this purpose. Might I suggest you make use of it.

LAWRENCE: Don’t worry...I don’t intend to stay. This is already putting too much stress on my heart.

ROBERT: *to Aaron* This doesn’t take anything away from what we had yesterday. It’s just the Plot. It can’t hurt us. Don’t let it hurt us. Let’s just live in that moment where I full on snuggled against you while we sat on the floor and I held onto you for dear life. Don’t you remember that?

AARON: Yeah, I do, but…

REBECCA: I was going to tell you, but I had to wait until this very public moment. Sorry.

CHRISSIE: This is your grandchild! Yay! Sorry, I’ve got nothing else.

REBECCA: The Plot really wants me to keep it.

AARON: Oh ffs *Heads to the toilet* *Robert follows*

VICTORIA: You lied to me! Who cares about the fact that you slept with my brother and are possibly ruining his marriage as I speak, other than the fact that that means that child is going to be my blood relative. You know how much I want a baby! This could be my only chance to almost not really be a mother, because there are no other ways for me ever to have children, obviously.

REBECCA: *Pained face* I’m sorry. I lied to everyone. How many times can I say that the Plot made me do it!

CHRISSIE: She was going to leave the country and do this on her own, but at the last minute she changed her mind, shocker, and came back. So I said, even though we’re the most hated family in the Dales, we’re going to look after this second generation plot device together!

LAWRENCE: *Head in hands* How did this Plot even happen. This is ridiculous!

REBECCA: Dad?

LAWRENCE: NOOOOOOOO! #SpeakingForTheFandom

[The Woolpack Toilets with Robert and Aaron]

ROBERT: I didn’t know. I swear. This Plot Point took me by surprise too. I really don’t like it.

AARON: What, this time or the last?

ROBERT: I told you everything relevant yesterday. What happened in the past, was the past. Just tell me what to do to make this right. I wish Maxine was here to put the perfect words in my mouth like yesterday. Did I mention how much I miss yesterday?

AARON: *misses yesterday too*

ROBERT: Aaron, I love you. Tell me you still love me. All of our mutual ‘I love yous’ are painful. This totally fits the pattern, so you can say it back.

AARON: *nods* Yeah. But it’s a baby, her baby. A cheating Plot made at least some sense for us to help us deal with all of our issues, but this? This is too far.

ROBERT: I didn’t know this was going to happen. I thought I’d fixed it. Outsmarted the Plot.

AARON: Well, she’s still pregnant.

ROBERT: But I don’t want it!

AARON: But she’s carrying your child. You’re gonna be a dad. This Plot is happening and you know it’s not going to let you get out of it this easily.

ROBERT: I know, but do you still forgive me? I’m desperate here. I meant everything I said yesterday. Yesterday was such a good day. Don’t let the Plot destroy it. This changes nothing, I promise.

AARON: *Crying Face* You can’t promise that. She’s always gonna be there now. She’s always going to have that with you. It’s always going to be in my face, what you two did. *Voice Breaks* *Give Danny all the awards* Don’t you get that? You can’t make this go away #SpeakingForTheFandom

ROBERT: *As close to Crying Face as he can get* I won’t see it. Like it doesn’t exist. Please let there be a twist and it doesn’t exist. #PrayerCircle

AARON: You and her. It’s not over is it. It can never be over now. #SpeakingForTheFandom

ROBERT: Just come here, for the fans remember.

AARON: Don’t! The fans hate this Plot and so do I! *Storms Out*

ROBERT: *Distraught Almost Crying Face* - someday he’ll get there

[The Woolpack for Ashley’s Window Unveiling Drinks - oh look...there’s Paddy...let’s see what he’s up to]

PADDY: Sheep and unicorns. Ha Ha Ha! Love being in this storyline instead of the one where my son is falling apart and totally needs someone right now. If I ignore him long enough, he’ll have to go talk to Rebecca, which I’m told is what the Plot wants.

MARLON: Hey Vic, sorry about your brother’s marriage falling apart. You okay?

VICTORIA: Well, he hardly cared about mine so I’m just going to ignore his problems and focus on the fact that my super good friend Rebecca lied to me in ALL of those conversations we had where I basically steered her towards having this baby because the Plot wanted me to. It’s really upsetting me right now and it’s totally rational and logical that I would feel this betrayed by someone I was only friends with for Plot reasons. I mean I remember something yesterday about saying I was on Aaron’s side, but nope...that’s gone. This is all I care about now. I wonder if this will have anymore ramifications on my life choices?

[Home Farm with Rebecca, Chrissie and Ronnie...and an Aaron cameo]

REBECCA: It was my choice whether to tell him.

CHRISSIE: Look, the Plot needed it to come out today! From what I understand this has all dragged on long enough. Robert’s Plot driven action gave me the perfect opportunity to spill!

RONNIE: Oh you’re back. What the hell Plot have you dragged us into? Robert again? Haven’t you both been there soooo many times already? Honestly? Why can’t our family stay away from him and him us at this point? Surely that’s what everyone wants?

REBECCA: I should have just gone and should never have come back. #NowYou’reGettingIt #SpeakingForTheFandom #TakeYourOwnAdvice

AARON: There’s lots of things you shouldn’t have done #SpeakingForTheFandom

[Home Farm with Aaron and Rebecca]

*Emotional Aaron* > *Emotional Rebecca*

AARON: He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want this baby. Neither do the fans. You can’t just trap him!

REBECCA: You really think that’s what this is?

AARON: *Shrugs* It’s a possibility. Nothing about you makes any sense. At least this would be a motivation.

REBECCA: I wanted to leave. Robert should never have known. *Fandom Facepalm* - Why couldn’t that happen? - I’m not trying to take your husband. *Fandom Eyeroll*

AARON: Are you sure? Because you’re doing a really good impression of someone who is. Just stay away from him.

REBECCA: And you think that’ll solve it?

AARON: It would make me happy and the fans. I told Robert I wanted to be happy yesterday as we snuggled on the floor. I miss yesterday so much too. It made sense, so much sense. It was so satisfying.

REBECCA: What do you want? That we all just pretend this isn’t happening? You go back to your marriage and just forget about it? *FANDOM SCREAMING ‘YES THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE WANT’*

AARON: Yes, that’s exactly what I want. This Plot is the worst. I don’t know why I wanted to know about it so bad.

REBECCA: I like you Aaron. *Fandom Eyeroll* I want to help you.

AARON: *Laughs* *Fandom Laughs with you Aaron * Yeah well, you’re doing a great job. You ever think about a career in stand up because this is hilarious?

REBECCA: He hurt you. Like he hurt you before. Like he’s hurt everyone who ever cared about him. *Fandom Eyeroll* *Can’t roll eyes back any further*

AARON: Unless you’ve been binge watching our story on YouTube *shout out to Aaron Fan for bringing back the videos* then you know nothing about our relationship so don’t presume to. I’m different. Maxine knows so. The fans know. He loves me. He married me.

REBECCA: And then slept with me! #Because...Plot! He told me you were over and I trusted him because I always trust him because I have no thoughts of my own so I’m easily manipulated by everyone around me, especially Robert. Don’t make the same mistake. I mean...look at me? I’m pregnant. I’m carrying his child.

AARON: *Please don’t remind me Face*

REBECCA: I’m sorry, Aaron, but there’s going to be a baby here. (Tinfoil Fandom: Is there?)

AARON: *Please stop talking Face*

REBECCA: It’s going to be born (Tinfoil Fandom: Will it?) and you’re going to see it. (Fandom: Do we have to?) You can’t just ignore it. (Fandom: We can try really hard)

AARON: JUST STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!

REBECCA: That was a near violent outburst designed to make me look afraid. *Afraid Face* so that I can look more like a victim, and not just me, but the baby. *Places hand protectively over womb*

AARON: Oh come on. I know NOTHING about women or periods and even I know that’s not the location of your womb. Try harder. But I guess the Plot wants both Robert and I to look bad today so I’m sorry...I would never hurt the baby. I’m really not like that.

REBECCA: This is what he does to you. This is why we have to protect ourselves. - Does it sound like I’m trying to turn you off of him so I can have him for myself and my PlotBaby because my motivations are so all over the place I’m not sure anymore - Can you really do this? Can you stand by him? Cope? When the baby’s here?

AARON: *Thoughtful Face* I’m pretty sure the Plot wants me to. I mean, they just built us a house. They let their best writer write some amazing scenes for us. I don’t feel like they would squander that this quickly, but this story is already giving me whiplash and I’ve barely been a part of it yet. How do you deal with it?

REBECCA: *Attempt at Sincere Face* Don’t worry about your marriage, Aaron, just save yourself and get out of this mess of a Plot.

AARON: *Thoughtful Face* This Plot does suck, but Robert said ‘messed up forever’ and I want that too.

REBECCA: Leave him. - wow I really am laying it on thick. What is my motivation here? -

AARON: *Sad thoughtful Face* Look, we’re seriously codependent and I can’t actually function without him so...we’re probably gonna stick together no matter what, but I’ll remain contemplative until Monday.

*Episode MVP goes to Stuffed Steve for being less ridiculous than this Plot and a more consistent character than Rebecca*

#robron #emmerdale #plotdale #this is so long #oh this episode #i hope someone actually makes it through all of this #let me know if you do

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