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I think suguru has one of those moms that like expect u to let her in the delivery room while ur having a baby
#riv rambles#those. moms#does that make sense#those moms that hug the son first before he can hug his wife during gender reveals#and they want to come stay over 24/7 when the baby is here when u both should be enjoying some time alone w ur baby for the first few weeks#or she wants to sit in the front passenger seat if he’s ever driving and all 3 of u are in the car#she’s one of those boy moms#you know the ones#the ones you’d write the AITA for snapping at my MIL? Reddit posts about#and everyone collectively agrees ur MIL should die and ur not wrong#and they all wonder if she borderline wants to fuck her own son#yeah#anyway I need to be asleep what am I doing#cw pregnancy#cw labor
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Question for the DP fandom:
Do you think Danny’s hair turns white when it falls out? It’s technically dead cells anyway but when it naturally falls off his head, do you think it turns white? Because I think it would be hilarious if his hairbrush just has white hair, no black strands whatsoever, and his significant other thought the worst until they know his secret.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#dc x dp au#sorry it’s a no thoughts head empty kind of night#I know it’s a dumb thing to think about#but it was a shower thought and sometimes those are good#I just think it could bring so much angst to the plot#any plot#like Tim or Damian or whoever you want his significant other to be could think the worst#it would be something they’d notice for sure#could even be Tucker until Sam reminds him that he’s an idiot and their idiot boyfriend turns into a ghost#or it could be another small thing Jazz has to explain away to their parents#she makes up a whole person that is friends with Danny and it becomes a thing#I know it’s gaslighting and I’m not sure she’d do it but it’d be funny#his name is Garrett and he’s one of Danny’s best friends mom. Jeez how do you not know this#or what if Jason’s hair turns white too and that’s when it clicks for Jazz that he is not completely human#if Jazz is liminal her hair could be blue and boy would that be fun to explain#HER HAIR IS BLUE AND SHE HAS FEELINGS ABOUT IT OKAY#all caps on purpose#because I for sure would be freaking out if my hair was the wrong color in the hairbrush#I would purposely pluck a strand and watch it change then freak out#anger management ship#hardcover ship#everlasting trio
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She’s so loud her friends only include Benji on commissioned gifts 😭
Parents will swear to god they don’t have a favorite child then do this
#a ring displaying things she loves#this post isn’t even that old#she didn’t even give us time to prove this wrong#she’s one of those boy moms#benji
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OC !
#my characters#i missed her so much wowee#her name is katale and thats what she goes by EXCEPT her best friend (and ex boyfriend and boss) who gets to call her kitty#hes just like the all around best guy in her life and she loves him a whole lot#and even though they broke up they have a very loving friendship and shes like#oh i would absolutely kill for him and in fact i am VERY good at killing im honing my skills :3#and her family is actually just a bunch of criminals and the only reason the other guy gets involved#is bc he needs fast money to help his mom with hospital bills and so hes like hey my mom doesnt need to know how shes alive#and then he somehow becomes head honcho and is a rumored to be ruthless man#but hes just incredibly level headed and able to think his way up (and kills a few unpleasant family members for kitty)#and if shes running out and about you can even hear him say shit like#my wife left me i miss my wife#and everyone knows he means katale but no one knows how to react bc its clearly a joke (???) since they broke up#but no one is telling their boss to elaborate the wife situation#kitty however is the entire reason that she gets this lil puppy of an agent to not kill rudyard her dear boss#and somehow they adopt this grown man and also his really weird mentor who faked their death#but they love their puppy son boy agent man#and kitty is super happy to dote on the agent but even she has her lines like WHY DID YOU JUST HAND HIM A GUN#RUDYARD HE TRIED TO KILL YOU LIKE LAST MONTH WHAT ARE YOU DOING#and rudyard is just ??? can i NOT shove a gun into his hands now? what is that? a crime? really? gonna tell on me? a criminal? for crimes?#but genuinely it stresses her out bc she loves her adopted son but loves her best friend and eventually she realizes#ok puppy agent man is loyal to them but not a criminal thats ok#while rudyard is like ... passing him guns to try out as a bonding thing#but also he is fascinated with how good the agents aim is like hey kitty you should watch how far he can shoot perfectly#hey kitty remember all those dead underlings and how precise their kills were to make them not suffer this guy is really good#also for what its worth ruds mom is still alive! shes just in a nursing home now and he goes to visit her#kitty and rudyard have such a fun dynamic to me and both are murderers but its okay (its not)#also kitty likes anime and she has forced rud to watch anime with her and he just accepts his fate#bc it makes kitty happy to share so he will watch to make her happy even if he doesnt understand all the appeal
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CLONETOBER DAY 13: Foster Family 👩👩👦
#clone high#clone high oc#plushrats2024clonetober#lin#2024#I don’t think I’ve posted his moms here yet errrr#left is rosa she runs one of those spiritual shops and is all zen#right is eva she’s the drama teacher at clone high ^_^#they love their boy
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Babygirl I can concieve of stephcass dynamics you couldn't even imagine (arospec Cass not understanding why "probably bi but has a job so she doesn't have time to think about that" Steph apparently needs a man (she doesn't, it would just be nice) and doesn't want to platonically settle down with cass in their old age)
#ramblings of a lunatic#dc comics#stephcass#another sure to be no-notes banger#anyway I think steph and cass are both very. meh on labels#like i said Steph has a job (in my heart it's retail or like a fast food joint or something but in canon its just being batgirl/spoiler)#so she's not thinking about that rn#and cass was raised so outside of conventional society that she. technically understands why ppl want labels for things#but when you grow up in essentially a few rooms with just you and one other guy 90% of the time it just feels unnecessary in her heart#likewise she was raised so far from conventional romance and has such strong emotions about those she cares about#that she's just. not that interested in delineating romantic vs platonic feelings. She Likes You. Deal w/ it#steph on the other hand. oh boy steph#I'm not gonna say comphet I genuinely think she was deeply madly in love w/ tim and that's important to her character#but at the same time she's so. she's so#steph puts a lot of stock in her romantic relationships bc shes on a perpetual quest for connection and to be seen and appreciated#but. at the same time. she resents that part of her i think (at least early spoiler characterization does?-#-local girl desperately wants your approval and would rather be waterboarded than admit that to herself bc that's embarrassing)#so she's just kinda. acting like she's in it for the fun of it but that girl is searching for a soulmate#i genuinely think pre break-up she thought tim was the guy she was gonna marry. not consciously but if it were anyone it'd be him#and the whole ''married with kids'' thing IS something i think she wants. not every female character wants to be married/a mom#but Stephanie does imo#(also lets not even get into how much her breakup with tim SHOULD'VE effected her considering how it went down-#-and how that was never really gone into besides being hinted at in batgirls and kinda. dismissed in Tim's pride special-#-like on the one hand i get it bc of optics but on the other hands. he's really important to her! this should make her so much more upset!!#ahem. anyway#I'm not even the worlds biggest tim/stephanie guy i just think they're inch resting#and Cass. is close w/ Tim and Steph and should Get all of this since she's so adept at reading ppl#but like I said she's bad at categorizing platonic/romantic feelings in herself and doesn't totally Get it w/ steph#i should just write fic about this at this point these tags are too much
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was rewatching succession with my mom and she was like "i can't believe how much more sexually charged tom and greg's scenes are on the second watch" (this was during the s1 dinner scene; them eating the songbirds ) and i was like "oh !" and she was like "well the first time i just saw that it was funny. now i see that this is a sort of a complicated erotic dance they're doing." and i was like "lol yeah"
don't know if this matters ultimately but her wording made me giggle PLUS just posting this so the tomgreg shippers out there know my mom agrees with you
#succession#successionposting#fish's storytime#rare post about real life from ur boy#tomgreg#tom wambsgans#greg hirsch#and by the way i recognize that this reads like one of those posts that's like a lie or whatever but i swear this happened#my mom's just silly fr she just speaks her mind and. this is what her mind spoke tonight ig#fish's thoughts
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update: still in burnout/seasonal affective hell (and now i'm snowed in ✌️) BUT I have found out that I can watch various episodes of River Monsters, Mythbusters, and Kitchen Nightmares for free, completely legally (not sarcasm). so that's nice
#i'm trying to think of what other shows I loved growing up.#my mom let me watch house and scrubs with her sometimes. and i liked a lot of hgtv shows but they were all paywalled when I checked :(#i remember watching a lot of how it's made too.#omg and I had billy the exterminator MEMORIZED. he relocated so many venomous snakes and he's why I love them so much today.#not sure why my at-the-time devout catholic mother was letting me at 7 watch some punk pick up rattlesnakes but i love her for it.#tbh he's one of those people i have vowed to learn nothing about to preserve my childhood respect and reverence towards him.#it was GENUINELY a huge formative influence for me and I credit my love of reptiles to that show and random documentaries.#jgndkfjgndfkjg oh god also re: other shows- this one's maybe a little niche but my grandpa always had Hee-Haw reruns on when i visited.#does ANYONE here know what I'm talking about???? that variety show with the donkey in the intro?#i mean. I have *no* interest in rewatching that one ngl lmao.#there is no doubt in my mind that a country show from the 60s to the 90s aged weirdly. it's not on my to-watch list.#it was just familiar background noise to me as a kid but my grandpa lovedddd that show so much.#tbh i'm not sure what my granny watched when i was a kid but NOW she just watches golden girls and friends and rhett and link 😭#she loves good mythical morning. ''they're good southern boys'' she says. it's so fucking funny to me.#she loves these youtubers so much jkgndfkjgnfd#I should get her some gmm merch.
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Zigvolt Family HC's/Doodles
I need everyone to know the ungodly amount of time I put into thinking of the Zigvolt family and what I think they all look/act like.
These drawings originally started off as muscle studies (since I can't draw muscles very well) but then just Kinda dived into me just drawing parts of Sebek's family and how I think they'd look.
I know Sebek is half-human half-fae, But i'd like to think there is beastmen sprinkled in his family line that gives him, his mother and Baul a bit more of a beastly appearance. Their family is heavy into working out and they're all very strong (Even dad, in his own way!)
I think mom, grandpa and Sebek are all loud and overly emotional and it makes me smile and giggle and kick my little feet thinking of silly family reunion with all of them or Sebek introducing his family to friends at school. Like TWST can we have a family reunion event and can I plan it pretty please let me bring Najma and Falena and Azul's mom it'll be a great event please TWST 🙏🙏🙏
Yes that is Sebek's dad in the last picture. I think he's SUPER sweet and is always there for everyone when they need it and even if Sebek hates him he loves Sebek and probably calls him constantly to ask him about school. I also think he cannot hear very well so Sebek, his siblings and his mother know ASL so there's that little fun fact for y'all. (Also 'cause I thought it would be humorous to give the very loud Zigvolt family a human dad who is hard of hearing so he doesn't mind their noise)
Anyways I hope y'all love them as much as I do i'm making this post to pull together all of Sebek's fans into following me and talking to me about Sebek Zigvolt and Baul Zigvolt and everyone in their family I love them so much Sebek fans we're few in numbers but that's okay no one understands him like us.
(YES I KNOW I DIDN'T DRAW HIS SIBLINGS I'M STILL FIGURING OUT WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE)
#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#twst sebek#sebek zigvolt#twst baul#baul zigvolt#i love them soooooooo much pls kiss me all of them#sebeks dads number one fan#YES HIS MOM IS RIPPED she can lift her whole family up with one arm and she swings them around like ragdolls she loves her kids sm#sebek is a mamas boy btw#ALSO THE SCALES??? HELLO?? love those#alr i'll stop talking now#lmao made u look#twst headcanons#they also all have tails btw besides dad
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steve’s faux-liberal parents are so real to me actually.
mrs h was so happy when she realised steve was attracted to men because she wanted a little gay boy son to carry around like a purse dog. she was devastated when his interests and sense of fashion didn’t miraculously change. (“but you’re gay now. everyone knows gays have good taste.” “….”)
(she still brags about having a gay son in her bookclub though. gay children are sooo in vogue. take that mandy and your adopted daughter.)
#middle-aged whites women want to feel cool and exotic#(and also i believe in mrs h being one of those boy moms. she’s ecstatic when she realised that steve being gay meant she’d always be the#women he loves most. she didn’t factor in robin….)#steve harrington#stranger things#steve harrington’s parents#my post
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Swapboys: Memory Block
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(AN: hello guys! While working on the next villain arc story (I’m so close omg) I finally got the epiphany to make this Drabble work! I’ve had it mostly written for months!! Finally, backstory for Bro and Alt! Who their parents and aunts are- and if you read the multiverse stories, why Alt and Bro couldn’t seem to remember things about seeing SCLERA before the main story! Plus, a cameo to a new swap versions of a few huffleverse characters! >:3c if you read the multiverse series this reveal has already come out so it’s about time I expanded on it huh? Anyways enough rambling, enjoy! Oh also, just a warning this will be using Alt's deadname and female pronouns for him for a bit cuz he was itty bitty here! But its not for the whole fic! :3)
Chase Brody was sticking to his Father’s side as they walked through the lab he worked in. It was the weekend but Chase’s parents pretty much lived at the lab. In fact, their apartment was upstairs. They moved here after Anthea started getting really sick because there was a hospital attached to the building too. So, when Chase didn’t have anywhere to go for the weekend, he accompanied his mother and father around the cool clinical space.
After a bit of check ins where his Father was writing down notes and refilling important looking medicine tubes- Chase eventually reached out and tugged on his coat.
“Dad?” He asked quietly. “…Can I see Anti today?”
Dr. Brody was quiet for a second, almost seeming to ignore his son. But, eventually he looks down and his face softens slightly. He gets down to Chase’s level and smiles. “…remember Chase, Anthea is very sick… so we can’t stay for too long, okay?”
Chase knew this. His parents told him over and over why Anti now was staying more often at the hospital. She had something called epilepsy… and it was making her really weak and she needed to be looked at by lots of doctors. But, dad recently had been saying she was starting to look a bit better! But… he’s said that before… and it would go back and forth… Chase just really really missed his little sister…
“Okay,” Chase said sadly. “…I just… want to see her.”
“We can see her. I’m sure she’ll be very happy to see us both.” Dr. Brody replied, patting Chase on the shoulder. He gently took his hand and headed down to the hospital part that was connected to the SCLERA headquarters.
But, when they got there- Anthea wasn’t in her bed. Dr. Brody seemed distraught, grabbing the nearest nurse by the elbow.
“Where is my daughter?!” He cried.
The nurse flinched and looked at him with confusion. “D-Dr. Demerci said she was taking her to do some tests? Did she not tell you?”
Dr. Brody shook his head and let the nurse go. “No uh… did Dr. Demerci say where she was taking her?”
“Umm I think back towards SCLERA.”
Dr. Brody pales and then quickly grabs Chase, hoisting him in his arms. Huh- Chase thought he was too big for that! They race back down to the SCLERA labs and rush to a part that dad says Chase isn’t allowed to go.
They run through a couple sets of hallways, asking various workers where Dr. Demerci is and eventually end up in a cold room near the back of the section.
Anthea is there, sitting on a hospital bed in her hospital gown, getting an injection from their mom, Dr. Demerci. Demerci blinks and then turns to look at Chase and Dr. Brody with a cold smile.
“Oh Kieran and Chase! What a… surprise to see you here!�� She says sweetly.
Anthea blinks and tries to wave. Chase waves too, wanting to kick out of his dad’s arms to go see her. But, his dad holds onto him firmly. Almost like… he’s scared.
“Jezebeth,” Dr. Brody says in a low voice, “Just what the hell are you doing?”
Chase looks at his dad with confusion. Why does he… sound scared of Mum?
Dr. Demerci makes an offended noise, holding a hand over her chest. “Kieran! I’m helping our daughter! Do you really think so little of me?”
“She was getting help at the hospital! The VNS treatment was helping!” Dr. Brody shouts.
Demerci laughs, “Maybe at first… the principle of that is sound. Make electric signals in the nerves to counteract the ones in the brain. But… I wanted to see if we could rely on more than just a machine!” She looks down at Anthea and pats her cheek before turning to look at Dr. Brody and Chase.
“I’m sure you’re aware of this, my love. But your family has a bit of magic in its history, doesn’t it?” She smiles. “That’s easy enough to tap into! Anthea actually seemed to be developing something stronger… but her seizures were making her weak. So… I figured- why not kill two birds with one stone? Fuel the magic… stop the seizures.”
Dr. Brody steps back, breathing heavily. “She’s a child, Jezebeth! She’s not even 4 yet! This is…. This is too much! Our daughter is not something you can treat like the other subjects! They... they consent to it! They’re not children!”
Chase starts to feel tears in his eyes as he curls up against his Dad. Why is he yelling? Did Mum do something bad to Anti?
“So you would have Anthea die then, Kieran?” Demerci says coldly. “She wasn’t getting better before I started to help.”
“I-I don’t believe you- you’re insane! To do this to your own daughter- to our child!” Dr. Brody stammers.
Demerci laughs and Chase can’t help but shake because… this woman wasn’t acting like his mum. She was scary right now…
“Kieran, you’re so small minded! Not only have I cured Anthea- I’ve made her better than ever!” Demerci giggles with a mad look in her eyes. She looks down as Anthea and then gestures towards Dr.Brody and Chase, “Anthea, dear, why don’t you show Daddy and Chase your new trick?”
Anthea blinks and then nods. “Okay mummy!” She jumps off the bed, already a miraculous feat for such a sick girl. Then she closes her eyes and holds out her palm. Green electricity starts to collect around her hand and then in a big ZIP it shoots across the space, hitting the wall with a loud bang. She smiles proudly at Chase and Dr. Brody. “Ta da!” There’s a slight ring of green that circled her pupils that quickly fades.
Chase laughs, “Woah!! That’s so cool!”
But, Dr. Brody looks absolutely horrified.
Anthea deflates, stepping back, “..d..daddy?”
“Jezebeth- what did you do?!” Kieran’s voice trembles out of his lips.
“I made her better- in more ways than one.” Demerci says calmly. “And see? No more seizures.”
“You’re sick- you’re fucking sick!” Kieran finally shouts, holding Chase closer to him. “I should have never left you alone with her- how could you?! I… I’m leaving! I’m taking Chase and Anthea and getting the hell away from you!”
“What?” Chase gasps, tears in his eyes.
Demerci’s eyes burn coldly and then she laughs. “You know you can’t do that, Kieran.”
“I-I’ll find a way!” Dr. Brody emphasizes, “The head… they have to be against this!”
“Oh no- I was approved ages ago.” Jezebeth says smugly.
Dr. Brody’s stomach drops. He shakes his head, trying to take Chase out the doors but Chase throws a fit. “No no Dad! We’re not leaving!!”
“I don’t think the head will be very happy to hear of your insubordination, Kieran…” Demerci coos tauntingly. “Didn't you hear what happens to the doctors that try to walk away from our projects?”
“No…!” Dr. Brody chokes on a sob and crashes to his knees, hugging Chase close to him, even if his son wiggles in confusion. “No no! Why…? Why did you do this? To our family- did it all mean nothing to you?!”
Demerci chuckles and goes to kneel down by Kieran, taking his chin in her fingers. She smiles lovingly, but they’re still that coldness behind her eyes. “…oh darling… you all mean so so much to me. Think of all we can learn… together!”
Then she pulls something from her pocket and immediately jabs it into the side of Kieran’s neck. He gasps and then starts to sway, eventually falling bonelessly to the ground. Chase tries to get away and Jezebeth picks him up and then sets him down behind her. “Chase, love? Be a dear and go check on Anthea won’t you?”
“O-Okay…” Chase says in a small voice. He runs over to his trembling sister in the corner and goes to scoop her up in a hug. “H-Hey Anti… are you okay?”
Anthea is crying quietly, trying not to make a sound. “W-Why is daddy on the ground? Why didn’t he take us to leave??”
“What?? Do you want to leave?” Chase whisper-shouts.
Anthea is quiet for a second before she nods. “…mummy hurts me.” She whispers. “I-I can do that cool thing now but it hurted me… I dont wanna hurt anymore, Chase!” She sniffles.
Chase looks at his mum’s back as she checks over their dad, half awake on the ground.
“Why… didn’t you tell me or Dad, Anti?” Chase whispers.
“…she told me not to tell. That I’d get daddy hurt.” She sobs. “I didn’t tell and he’s hurt! I don’t want t-this! I don’t want this anymore!!” Static electricity seems to build up in the air as Anthea clings to Chase and cries. “No more hospitals! No more needles! No more shocks! No more! No more! no more!!”
“Anthea!” Demerci’s cold voice snaps out.
Anthea immediately quiets, shutting her mouth and staring away from Demerci with wide eyes. She curls up more against Chase, trembling.
Demerci has turned around, stepping towards the children as her heels click loudly on the tile. Chase used to love that sound- that sound meant his mum was home. That meant he’d get a hug and help with dinner and make her laugh. She hasn’t been the same since Anthea got sick- always away and working. And now… the noise that used to bring him so much joy only fills him with dread.
“What did I say about making such a dreadful noise, dear?” Demerci hisses down at them.
“I’m sorry-“ Anthea starts to say.
Then, Chase pushes to be in front of her, pushing his little sister behind him. Even if his knees and arms are shaking.
“Don’t-“ He breathes out, “Don’t hurt, Anti!”
Demerci looks surprised. Then she chuckles. “oh... I do adore that nickname of yours, Chaser.” Then, her smile drops. “Step away from your sister, please.”
“No!” Chase bites back. “No more! You’re not gonna hurt her anymore! I’m gonna protect her!” And as he says this- a bit of blue light seems to flicker in his eyes.
Now, Demerci looks really surprised. She studies Chase and then kneels down to look at both of her children. Then, she grins.
“Okay, Chase. If that’s the game you want to play… I don’t think I mind adding a new player~”
Chase blinks, “A… game?”
“Yes, a game! We’ve been playing a very fun game, haven't we, Anthea?” Demerci smiles, glancing at Anthea.
The little girl flinches and then slowly nods. “Mhm…”
“It’s a game that lets you win magic, Chase.” Demerci continues, smiling sweetly. A smile Chase deeply missed. “That’s what Anthea won! And if you play… you can get magic too. Magic to protect your sister and become big and strong! Would you like that, Chase? Don’t you wanna play with Mummy?”
Chase hesitates, looking back at Kieran on the floor. “…will Dad get to play with us?” He asks quietly.
“Oh yes, Darling. He’s just feeling a bit sleepy is all. But he’ll be back to play very soon!”
“…o..okay.. I.. I wanna play. I want…!” Chase starts to sniffle and rubs at his eyes. “I-I want us to do t-things together again! I don’t want to leave! I don’t want Anti to be sick anymore! I wanna see Mummy more!! I wanna play games again!!” He cries.
Demerci smiles and goes to pick up Chase and Anthea in her arms, shushing them softly. “Now now love… after today? We’ll be together all the time… we have so many new games to play. And me and Daddy will be right by you both!”
“P-Promise?” Chase whimpers.
“Promise.”
But… his mum had a very different meaning of the word ‘game’. Chase didn’t like this game… he didn’t like it one bit.
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Glowing hands get lifted away from Chase’s head as he lays on a small bed sleeping. Anti is curled up beside him, also fast asleep.
They’re in a small but cozy witchy space. Bookshelves line one of the walls and two of the others are filled with hanging plants in various states of drying. Tables are filled with notes and open books, containing spells and spell circles. A small cot has been set up in the middle of the room for the boys to sleep on, and on chairs surrounding them sit four adults. Their dad, their aunt (who looks similar to their dad with slightly wavy, mousy brown hair) and her wife (a very pretty woman with fiery red hair) and the dark skinned woman with glowing hands, a magician.
An image of what was just seen in Chase’s mind floats in a bubble of magic above his head- and the boys’ aunts stare at it with horrified expressions, while their dad, Kieran Brody, looks very numb.
“…this is where you want to start the spell then, Keiran?” The magician asks.
“Yes,” Kieran says immediately.
The woman frowns, “That is… nearly a year of memory blocking-“
“I know,” Kieran says, his voice choked with emotion. “I just… I-I don’t know what else to do…! I-It’s a miracle I managed to escape with them… I don’t know how much longer it is until they find me… I can’t have them finding the boys… I-I don’t want them to live with the awful memories of what Jezebeth did to them!”
“You’re not just hiding memories though,” One of the aunts says, the one with ginger hair. “You’re hiding that they’re magic!”
“I-I know, Emmaline…” Kieran sighs, “But if word got out that they had powers…! It could lead Jezebeth straight to them!”
“Withholding their magic could have dire consequences, Kieran,” The magician says darkly. “Magic must be used. It could overwhelm your children and make them very sick.”
“I-I know that too, Kendra…”
“And even if we hide such magic from them… they must be registered with the Circle,” Kendra continues. “The Magic Circle governs all magic users here. They are just like our government- and I refuse to make these two innocent children magic criminals by not having them registered.”
This seems to give Kieran an idea. “… the Magic Circle. I… I’ve heard of them. They weren’t in America… If the boys are registered there… Can the Circle help keep them hidden from SCLERA?”
“…I suppose they could?” Kendra frowns, “but, Kieran-“
“I just… I want this memory spell sustained. I want their powers hidden… a-at least until they’re older.” He says quietly, “They wouldn’t be able to learn with the other magical kids- their magic is artificial! Eventually the teachers or the students will realize something is wrong and look into it and… I-I don’t want them being looked at like experiments or freaks!” Kieran cries, tears falling out his eyes. He hangs his head, hiccuping quietly. “I-I never wanted this for them…! I wanted them both to just live normal lives…! Or-or if my family’s magic got passed down… for them to learn the right way…!”
The other three look at each other with worried eyes.
Kieran’s sister goes to gently lay a hand on his shoulder. “Hey… they’ll be with us, Kier… we won’t let that happen.”
Kieran looks up and gives her a small smile, squeezing her hand, “I know, Isla… you’re already doing amazing with them.. you’re going to take such good care of them…”
Isla smiles sadly, hating hearing her brother talk about this like he’s already gone. But… she’s been told the risks…
If SCLERA finds him… he won’t see the boys again.
Kendra sighs, “alright, I can see where your concerns are… but this is very tricky. Even if their magic is artificial, as far as I can tell, their bodies still react to it as if it was natural. So it might still overflow… what would you like me to do?”
Kieran nods, “we found the same in our studies… I don’t think Chase is much at risk… he seems to be able to channel his magic into parts of his body and use it for bursts of strength and speed. Maybe… see if he can take up some sports?” He laughs, shaking his head. Then, he looks down at Anti and frowns, pushing hair out of his face.
“It’s… Anti I’m most worried about… he was already so sickly… and he gained so much power so quickly… I-It’s so much in such a tiny body…” he says quietly, eyes filled with concern.
“…if you want to keep it hidden while they’re kids… maybe we can tell them when they’re older?” Emmaline suggests.
“Mmm…that could work…” Kieran muses, “Kendra… is there any way for you to just… siphon off excess magic if Anti gets sick?”
“Well… they will need to come see me here and there for me to check on the memory spell…” Kendra says. “So… I suppose it’s not out of the question.”
“How long should we wait?” Isla asks.
“…until it seems like Anti or Chase can’t hide it themselves anymore,” Kieran says. “Or… when Anti is 16. I think… they should be able to understand it then… e-even if I’m not there to…” he cuts himself off, tears brimming in his eyes again.
Isla goes to rub his shoulder again, tears threatening to spill in her eyes too, “Don’t, kier… please.”
Kieran nods. “I-If we do that… t-they should be safe. I’ve already moved them to another country… deleted what records I could… they won’t think that I will have gone here… Jezebeth thinks I’m still estranged from my family.”
Isla snorts, crossing her arms. “And you were before all of this … for marrying that witch.” She mumbles. “I always knew there was something off about her…”
Kieran sighs, “You were right, Isla… all of you were right. She… blinded me with her brilliance and… she was a f-fantastic mum for a while…” He shakes his head, “well… at least there’s two good things that came from marrying her.” He looks down at Chase and Anti smiling tightly. “I just wish… I-I protected them more…”
“You did all you could, Kieran,” Emmaline says quietly. “It’s not like that bitch made it easy for you… she tricked you and- t-that mind contr-“
“Let’s not talk about that… p-please,” Kieran interrupts, shuddering.
“The Circle will keep their records safe from prying eyes,” Kendra assures him. “I will… talk to one of the Associates since this is a special case.”
“Thank you, Magi Danan,” Isla nods.
“Isla, you don’t need to be so formal with me!” Kendra laughs, “I am… more than happy to help the family of my best friend.”
“Ha! I only just married into this crazy family less than a year ago!” Emmaline giggles.
“You don’t regret it, do you, Emmy?” Isla turns to ask her wife.
Emmy smiles and shakes her head. “Not at all. I promised to be by your side for anything! Even… adopting our nephews because their psycho mom experimented on them!”
Isla covers up a laugh. “You don’t have to say it so bluntly!”
Kieran smiles sadly and goes to pull Isla in to kiss her head. “…you picked a really good one, sister…” Isla blushes a bit and pushes him off. “You don’t need to tell me! I married her!”
Kendra laughs. “Alright… I have a lot of work to do now to get these memories blocked… Kieran, is there any memory you don’t want erased?”
Kieran blinks and then thinks for a minute. “Oh actually yes! Chase told me about… a conversation him and Anti had… when Anti asked to be called a boy…”
“Hm… let me see…” Kendra goes to put her hands back on Chase’s temples and starts to flip through his memories once more….
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After one long day of tests, Chase was led back into his lab room and he was exhausted. He climbed onto his bed and laid against the wall, letting the cool metal relax him. He missed his old room… all his clothes and blankets and toys. Mum said he and Anti would only get those if they were good. There were a few blankets on their beds that were soft and smelled like home. But that just made Chase sad… no toys yet either. Sometimes… they’d get a ball though. But not today, so he waited with his eyes closed until Anti came back. She quickly climbed onto the bed next to Chase and held his arm, curling up next to him. Chase just held her tight and they rested in silence.
Until… “Chase can I ask you something?” Anti asks in a quiet voice.
Chase blinks open his eyes and smiles down at his sister. “Yeah? What’s up?”
Anti curls up more and clings to Chase’s arm. “Can you… can you treat me like a boy…?”
Chase blinks, “what? What do you mean?”
Tiny tears were filling up Anti’s eyes, “I don’t like being a girl. It feels wrong. I don’t think I am one…! I-I think I just got put in the wrong body…”
“Well… how does it feel wrong…?” Chase asks curiously.
“I don’t like when mummy calls me her little girl.” Anti whimpers out, “it makes me angry. And I don’t like my name… but you j-just call me Anti and…I-I like that…” Anti lifts up her face and looks at Chase with tearful eyes, “s-so can… can you help me feel like a boy..? C-Call me he and stuff- say I’m your brother, not your sister…?”
Chase can see the desperation in Anti’s face and he doesn’t even hesitate, bringing Anti in close. “Of course! Whatever makes you happy, Anti…” Anti smiles and hugs Chase tight.
Chase then pulls back and grins, tugging Anti to his side and tickling the younger sibling. “Besides- as much as I loved having a sister, I’ve always wanted a brother! And I’ll love you no matter what, Anti!”
Anti has more tears in his eyes but he smiles and nods, looking happier than he has in a while. “Thank you, Chase…!”
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Kendra pulls her hands back once again and the adults watching the memory bubble all have wet eyes, brimming with tears.
Kieran wipes at his eyes. “…I-I’d like to keep that one please… maybe you can… m-modify it so they’re in Chase’s room?”
“Yes… I’ll see what I can do.” Kendra nods.
“I remember being so confused when Chase was telling us Anti was a boy,” Isla shakes her head, “Because I only knew you had a baby girl named Anthea…”
“It suits him better,” Kieran smiles down at his children. “…my two strong sons…” He leans over and kisses both of them on the forehead. The boys seem to smile in their sleep.
“If that is all, I think it is best you all leave for now,” Kendra says. “This will take the rest of the night at least… I will call you when I’m finished.”
“Right… Thank you, Kendra… for everything.” Kieran says as the three other adults stand to leave.
“Of course, I’m glad I can help. I will see you all in the morning.” Kendra smiles.
The Brodys all walk out into the afternoon sun and get back in their car to drive to Isla’s and Emmy’s home, where Kieran was staying with the boys. The drive was quiet… until eventually Isla spoke up, looking at Kieran through the rear view window.
“Kier… I know you said Jezebeth might not check where we live… but… what if someone else at SCLERA makes the connection and comes to check? …what will you do?”
Kieran’s expression drops to something withdrawn and sorrowful. “…I have a plan…” he says gravely, avoiding her gaze as he looks out the window at the passing Irish countryside, “…no matter what happens… they won’t find the boys. I’ll make sure of it.”
#swapboys#readswapboys#alt anti#bro fantastic#dr kieran brody#dr jezebeth demerci#isla brody#emmy brennan#magi kendra danan#hey! familiar faces and names for those who read my other fics huh? ;3c#i loveddd the idea of making demerci alt's mom considering how awful she is in septnautical#and fun fact kieran was supposed to be awful too but i wanted the boys to have one parent that was actually nice ahgvjabh#maybe i'll write what happens to kieran later-#and im hoping this leaves like places for me to write more experiment stuff later for the boys but this does all i need it to#in terms of explaining some backstory stuff at least! :D
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Also Jenny occasionally (and insistently) likes watching over Sillabub who did become quite invested in Jenny’s mice. She would just sit and stare at their tiny antics for hours on end, thinking they were strange little toys. This led Jenny into calling silla her “little mouse” not just because of the enthusiasm but because of silla’s little ears that were just barely visible through her mane.
#Jenny is one of those moms who's always wanted a daughter but just ended up having boys#(mungo carbuckety Gilbert)#so she's especially fond of kittensitting the little queens of the tribe#And sillabub loves getting to spend time in her aunt Jenny’s den because it’s always warm and smells like baked goods#My headcanons#sillabub#jennyanydots#CH
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There are not enough transfemme Buck or transfemme Eddie fics in 911 fandom. There are quite a few absolutely wonderful transmasc Bucks and but only maybe a couple Eddie, but this fandom needs more transfemme firefighters
#There's one transfemme Buck fic that I reread over and over again#Buck reflects on getting upset when the school nurse told her as a kid that boys can't have babies#And eddie is so wonderful at the end when she tells him she's trans#911 abc#Buddie#Trans buck#trans eddie diaz#I will 💯 take more transmasc fics#Esp transmasc Eddie#Can you imagine him struggling with liking men being trans?#His mom would totally be one of those “well if you were going to date me anyway why didn't you just stay a girl” bitches#trans headcanon
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free kisses and hug for all of yall because im meeting my son after 2 years tomorrow and i cant sit still 🥺🥺🥺
#👏🏻he👏🏻is👏🏻adorableeeee👏🏻#my baby birdie#he can do no wrong#idc if he bully the other new bird he is my innocent pookie baby#lmao hope berry doesnt see this#shes already said my boys a bully 😒#he ISNT I SWEAR#hes just going thru trauma#lmaooo#anyways#hes adorable hes my baby i love him sm#🥺#am i one of those toxic tiktok boy moms??#please no 😭
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#taillow#i do believe this was the first “normal/flying route-1 bird” pokémon that i ever saw. probably. i still don't know which pokémon game was my#first one between colosseum‚ diamond‚ and sapphire. all of which i still have the physical copies of to this day‚ but none of which still#have their original save files remaining on them. so i can't check the dates‚ otherwise i would#but my first pokémon game was One of those three. maybe i could ask my mom. like‚ hey‚ which one did i get first. maybe she'll remember#‘cause we always played pokémon colosseum together. she ended up thinking that that was the core series and the ones on handheld were#spinoffs because she thought the core series would be on home console. oh how naïve she was……#ok i've texted her and asked her. i'm gonna add this one to the queue and start writing the tags for swellow while i wait for her response#and i'll come back and edit this one with the results. see you then#hi! i'm back. final verdict is that i got the game boy much sooner than the gamecube. i didn't know that but now i do. she got it at#a yard sale‚ so it came with a bunch of games on it‚ which is how i ended up with pokémon sapphire. thus‚ i played that first#however‚ i didn't get very far in it because the game i liked playing the most as a kid was tony hawk underground‚ which i also had#from the yard sale. and thus i remember pokémon colosseum much better‚ because i probably didn't even get to the first gym in sapphire#so that means this IS the first normal/flying route-one bird pokémon i ever saw. we did it#now i will take my meds
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A/N: Hey yallll sorry for not posting for like a month. i wish I had a super cool, funny excuse for why I was gone but I'm just so busy with work and was too tired to write in the evenings. BUT ANYWAYS at least this chapter is a longer one, I hope Yall enjoy!!!
*Radio Static* Is anyone there? If you can hear me please...anyone, say something...*Radio Cuts Out*
Chapter Four- Beware
Late August/Early September, 2010-
His eyes shot open. He was drenched in sweat laying alone in a hospital bed. Why the hell was he in a hospital bed? Oh, right. He’d been in a coma from a GSW in the line of duty. Rick looked over to his left to see a vase full of dead flowers with cards littered around it. He looked to his right and saw…blood? It was splattered on the window of the glass. He removed his IV and groaned as he tried, and failed to stand up off the bed. (Who knew you would have no muscle tone after being in a coma?)
The hospital sounded..quiet, deserted even.
Where on earth was everyone? Was he alone? Why was a gurney blocking his room door? He made note of his surroundings, blood splatters covered the walls. All he could do was stand frozen in fear.
Where was his family? Were his wife and children safe?
He darted back into his room to look at the cards that littered his bedside table.
He gingerly picked one up and opened it:
“Hi daddy, It’s August 26th and the doctor says you should be waking up soon. Please wake up soon, it's not the same without you. Mom and I have been fighting more…I try to get along with her but it’s so hard without you here. Carl is doing good though and misses you everyday. Wake up soon please. Love, Victoria.”
Rick searched for more letters but that was the last one his daughter had written him. He had to find his family. Rick ventured back out into the hospital. He was horrified at how rundown King County General looked. He was used to seeing blood occasionally in his job, but not to this scale.
The blood ricocheted across the walls and splattered all along the ceiling.
Rick walked through the halls, following the faintest sound, the only sound.
Groaning? And the sound of someone trying to break a door down?
Maybe someone was here to help him. Rick stumbled as he tried to quicken his pace, praying someone was here to tell him what was going wrong.
Instead he saw a woman in teal scrubs locked in a hallway. As Rick approached the door she lifted her head.
Her eyes were glazed over and blood dripped out of her mouth. The sight would’ve made Rick gag if he wasn’t frozen in fear. The woman was groaning, like she was trying to speak to him.
“H….hun…gry” She gurgled.
Wait. Rick had to be imagining things…she looked dead, she couldn’t possibly be speaking. Could she?
“Are you alright? Can you tell me what happened?” Rick’s voice shook. He tried to swallow down his fear. The woman rushed up to the glass and began to bang on the window.
Her screams were animalistic. She was animalistic.
He slowly backed away and started to head for an exit that he knew wasn’t far. He again followed the faint sound of banging that he prayed was more welcoming than the sight he’d just discovered.
The lights flickered lazily. But it still caused shivers to erupt up and down his spine.
Shivers turned into nervous shakes despite how hot he was.
Do not open- dead inside
Dead. Inside.
The only thing holding back the apparent dead were the chains that were wrapped through the handles ten, twenty fold. Rick’s eyes were so wide they looked as if they may pop out of his head. This all had to be a horrible nightmare right?? Right??
Rick turned back the way he came and stumbled, trying to quicken his pace so he could get the hell out of dodge. When he found the side exit to the hospital, he had to use quite a bit to strength to shove the door open.
The sun gave Rick a strong awakened welcome, he recoiled at its presence: the heat nipped at his skin and his arm immediately raised to shade his face. When he adjusted to the hard rays coming down, he noticed the bodies.
Rows upon rows of white body bags. Had the military come? This was certainly not something the local police department would have the resources to handle.
He walked amongst the bodies that littered the hospital parking lot. Searching for any faces he knew. He let out a sigh of relief when he didn’t see his family.
That sigh of relief was caught in his throat at the sight of a crashed helicopter and a slew of more bodies littered before him. Rick decided to cut across the street, he needed to get home.
A bright red bike caught his attention. That's how he’d get home.
The sound of hissing averted his attention from the bike down to the ground.
He fell backwards at the sight before him; a turned woman who had no lower extremities. Her ribs were exposed on either side, possibly from rubbing against the ground or maybe even from something trying to eat her. Her skin was almost a sickly yellowish green, her eyes glazed over with the same hue of color.
She stretched her arms out and groaned at Rick, her attempts to move were futile and her rotted body was decaying from starvation.
Rick shook his head, he couldn’t do anything for the woman. He picked himself up and began to bike through the town. To home.
The streets were empty, littered with paper and trash. All Rick could think of was if his family was safe or not. Surely they were safe, Lori wasn’t dumb and Victoria would do whatever it took to protect them.
Rick rode up to the front door of his house wide open. He tripped up the stairs and stopped right at the entrance. Terror shook his entire being.
“Lori?” He called out as he entered the house, an unsettling breeze made its way through the still house. In all the years he’d had his family, his house was never still.
“Carl??” Rick ran into the house, looking through the bedrooms to see if his son could be found at all. “CARL?!” Rick ran into the living room and saw a broken picture frame of his family. Rick and Lori were sat at the top and a 12 year old Victoria could be seen holding her little brother, their smiles were both so full of life.
Everything he was feeling began to bubble over as Rick felt himself hit the ground. Sobs wracked through his entire body, but only for a moment.
He could hear someone outside.
“Victoria?! Baby?!” Rick called out as he stumbled back outside, his grief filled mind must have been playing tricks on him. But there was a man dressed in black stumbling through the street.
Rick felt like he was trapped in a bad dream, waiting to wake up in the hospital and hold his family again. But something deep in the dark of his mind told him that he would never wake up, that this wasn’t a dream. His family wasn’t coming home.
For the first time in his life; Rick Grimes was alone.
Rick watched as a man walked up to the carcass walking the street and shot him in the back of the head, he went limp and hit the ground. He was in shock and not paying attention to the danger approaching from behind. He was definitely going to have a headache later.
*snap* Rick turned to see what was behind him. Praying it was someone he knew. Maybe it was Carl. He was wrong. The shovel came in contact with his face with quite a force, knocking him to the ground. His vision was blurred as he fought back the feeling of his brain being tossed around in his skull. He looked up to see the blurred silhouette of a small boy.
“DADDY! I GOT HIM! I GOT THE SUMBITCH AND ILL KILL HIM DEAD!”
“Carl?”
A man came up behind the boy as Rick’s vision began to clear, his voice was muffled but he seemed to be assuring the boy that he did not need to kill Rick. What was going on? Why would this boy want to kill him. And why did the man standing before him also kill the man he saw in the street? Rick had a lot of questions and seemingly no answers.
“Whats that bandage for?!” The man pointed his revolver at Rick’s head. Rick gave the man a confused look, he was talking but Rick had no idea what he was saying. His head was swimming and his vision began to blur again. The ringing in his ears increased rapidly until everything went black.
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Morgan thought about shooting the man in that moment but he didn’t look sick, not like the things that roamed the street. He had his son to think about, why was he doubting his decision?
“Duane, keep an eye out for Walkers, we’re going to bring him back with us.”
His son opened his mouth ready to argue but Morgan’s decision was firm, something in him just knew they needed to save this stranger.
Morgan carried the man over his shoulder, thankfully the house they took refuge in wasn't far so they had very little interaction with any walkers. Unfortunately the sound from Morgan’s gun had brought attention and more started to come out from hiding.
Morgan laid the man in the upstairs bed and pulled back his bandages. Instead of a bite, he saw a wound that needed to be cleaned. It was a miracle that the wound hadn’t caused the man to turn. Morgan cleaned his wound, and the blood off of his face. He must have passed out from a mix of the shovel to the face and pure shock. As the stranger slept, Morgan grew more curious about his situation.
After some time Rick finally woke up. (Girl it’s been like an hour. What do you mean finally? Like calm down.)
Rick woke up, laying in a soft bed unsure of his surroundings. He tried to move but it seemed both his arms were tied up high to either side of the bed. He scanned the room and made eye contact with the boy, Duane, holding a baseball bat. Meaning Rick needed to tread lightly.
Morgan stood at the side of the bed as he put his first aid kit away.
“That wound…it was pretty rank. What was it?”
Rick seemed puzzled by the question. That was the second time he’d been asked by this man about his wound. Was it a crime to be a wounded man now?
“It was a gunshot.” He answered plainly, it was the truth after all. But Morgan didn’t seem satisfied, he scoffed and made his way to the bed. He was looking for a different answer.
“I ask and you answer alright?”
Rick nodded.
“Did you get bit?” Morgan made sure to emphasize every word. Rick wanted to know why everyone was so concerned over bites. But he had noticed that the people he’d seen in and around the hospital had been bitten…
“Bit? I don’t understand?”
“Bit, chewed, scratched, anything?!”
Rick shook his head in a firm no. He’d been shot, he told this man many times he’d been shot. The only thing he wanted to do was get released from the bed he was tied to so that he could find his family.
It was also very clear to Rick that this man was not one to be messed with. He was prepared to kill him at any moment. Morgan checked Rick and confirmed he didn’t have a fever. That seemed to give Morgan enough satisfaction to cut Rick from the bed. He then took his son and left the room.
Rick sat for a moment and contemplated his options. He needed to figure out what was going on, then he would go find his family. Rick took a blanket from the bed and headed downstairs. This house was familiar, he’d been here before.
“This is the Drakes house; Fred and Cindy Drake.” He spoke aloud as he rounded the living room. Morgan and his son were setting places at the dining room table.
“Never knew em”
“I did.” Rick paused…where were Fred and Cindy now? “This is their house.” He finished.
“It was empty when we got here.” Morgan huffed.
“Why did you shoot that man?” Rick asked, sitting down at the table. Morgan gave him a puzzled look.
“That wasn’t a man” Duane piped up.
And that’s how Rick Grimes found out that the world he knew had absolutely shattered as he slept. That’s why everyone was gone, and the people who were left weren’t actually people….Walkers, Morgan called them. Some kind of virus was spreading through any kind of break in the skin, but mostly through bites. The virus caused people to have aggressive, cannibalistic tendencies. They were like animals. Noise and bright lights drew them closer and they seemed to be more active at night.
“Stay the night and then you can head out in the morning. I would head to Atlanta, there’s refugee camps there.”
“Thank you,” Rick nodded. “I’ll look for my family in Atlanta.”
Meanwhile in Atlanta:
“GLEN I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T PUMP THOSE SKINNY LEGS HARDER I'M NOT SAVING YOUR ASS!”
“I’M TRYING!”
Victoria and Glen bolted through the back alleys of Atlanta. With a herd not far behind them. Glen got the bright idea to do a test run before taking a group, and somehow Victoria ended up going with him.
She knew exactly how she ended up here, she was trying to get away from Shane and her mother. But that's neither here nor there.
The only reason the two knew where to go was because Glen was familiar with the area. Apparently being a pizza delivery boy was a hot commodity in the big city.
They ran through the streets hoping to find a breaking point. Victoria gripped her hunting knife tightly, pressing little crescents into her palm from her nails. They still needed a few supplies to get them through the night.
“Glen, that convenience store looks good, no?”
Glen just hooded furiously, all his energy was going into not dying.
The two made it into the convenience store, barely escaping the herd. They took shelves from around them and boarded up the door. They finally had a moment to breathe. Victoria would’ve laughed at the whole situation if she wasn’t so concerned on not dying.
The trip hadn’t been bad, they took a car and drove into Atlanta. Stopping at a pharmacy and a few small buildings which were dead ends. But now? Now they were stuck in a convenience store praying the shelves would hold up. They would find and exit later.
In the last few weeks Glen and Carl had been her saving graces. Shane did hear Victoria's warnings and hadn’t made any advances with Lori…in the camp anyways. But she could tell they were…doing things. The idea alone made her skin crawl.
“Hey, we should probably look around before we let our guards down completely.” Victoria swallowed hard. Her ankle hadn’t fully healed and she could feel that pain shoot up her entire side.
Glen nodded. Victoria kept that tight grip as she stalked through the store, in an attempt to keep quiet. Thankfully the store was clear. So she and Glen got to work. Mostly canned goods, waters, any packaged non-perishables.
“Oh fuck yes I found a Charleston chew!” Victoria held the candy bar up high like she’d just struck gold.
“Ew those are nasty.” Glen shook his head. Victoria whipped around to face him, she was slack jawed.
“Bitch who raised you?!” She gawked.
“People with good taste. Those don’t even taste like anything.” He laughed.
Victoria made a mental note to never let Glen pick road trip snacks, he had no idea what he was talking about. Charleston Chews were a childhood staple and she would not let her friend slander them.
“Well, do you want to talk about what’s been bothering you?” Glen piped up as they sat on the floor and counted their supplies.
“Hard no.” She shot back. He nodded, respecting the determined tone in her voice. She wasn’t sure if it was respect or fear but she’d hoped it was just her friend not wanting to die by her hand.
Victoria looked down at the little pile she and Glen had collected. Canned veggies, sausages, beans AND beanie weenies. They had the goods for now. The run tomorrow would be a lot more stuff and Glen would have to take a bigger group. The pain in Victoria's leg lingered in the bag of her mind, demanding rest.
“Well we got out shit, let’s go.” Victoria hopped up and held out a hand to help Glen up.
“Wait…we blocked the only exit. How do we get out now?”
Victoria pressed her ear near the back door, there was definitely still a herd waiting to get their meal. Victoria had no intention of being on the lunch menu. She had always been quick on her feet, Glen was too, so she had no worries they wouldn’t make it out.
“Well…” Victoria scanned the store looking for any other exit that wasn’t the boarded up front door. Bingo. “we’re going to crawl through that skylight above the deli. At least from the roof we can get a better look.”
Victoria hopped up onto the deli counter and tried to see if the skylight would open. But she wasn’t quite tall enough to reach. Why the hell are these ceilings so high?
“Glen, get up here and let me stand on your shoulders.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Up, now.”
Glen scrambled up onto the deli counter, and Victoria proceeded to climb onto his shoulders. Glen made sure his protest were known, but Victoria elected to not hear him. They had shit to do, like get home without dying.
“Um, Victoria?”
“What?!” She stood on his shoulders, annoyed at the sudden wobbling beneath her. “I almost got it, just hold still!!”
*crash* Well shit. Victoria craned her neck behind her and made eye contact with a walker that had broken a glass door she hadn’t seen. Her patience, with how sentient these walkers were, was growing thin. She turned back to the glass and tried to use the handle of her knife to break it. Glen urged Victoria to hurry up because the walkers were getting closer.
“H..hungry” The leader of the herd gurgled as blood fell out of his mouth. Glen and Victoria held back their gags. The problem came when they tried to crawl over the counter, grabbing at Glen's legs. But before the walker could take a chunk out of him, Victoria broke the window, hooked her legs around Glen's waist and pulled the two of them up through the skylight.
“Shit that was way too close.” Victoria huffed, laying out along the roof. Glen stumbled across the roof and vomited over the side. Victoria pushed herself up off the hot concrete and walked over to meet him. They only had two problems; they had no car, and a herd of walkers was probably trying to make their way onto the roof with them.
At least with the herd in the deli, it left the ground below them relatively clear of danger. And they were fast, they could make it to a vehicle and get the hell out of dodge. Piece of cake….right?
“Over there, that jeep might work?” Glen pointed across the road to a tan Jeep. Victoria pulled her hair back so it was out of her face.
“Fuck it let’s go.”
They jogged across the roof to the other side, where they were just ahead of the jeep. Victoria peered over the edge. There were a couple walkers wandering the street but Victoria was confident they could make it the short distance to the jeep. She just prayed it was unlocked and functional.
“Okay I’ll go in front, but stay close and cover me.”
Glen swallowed hard but nodded anyways. Victoria wouldn’t admit to him that she was also scared shitless but they just needed to get it over with. She threw a leg over the side and slid down the ladder, Glen came down behind her and they bolted to the Jeep. Great. Of course it has to be locked.
Even better, here come Walkers.
Victoria looked around to see if there was anything she could use to pick the lock. Glen broke the Antenna off and tossed it to her.
“Come on Tori, hurry up please.”
She fiddled with the lock and got it open. They both jumped in the car and slammed the doors right as the herd tried to swarm them. No Keys. Wonderful, she’d just have to improvise. Victoria popped open the compartment underneath the steering wheel and started to get to work.
“Do I even know how you know how to Hotwire a car?”
“My dad used to be a cop, I picked up a thing or two. Don’t worry about it.”
She fiddled with the wire and shoved the antenna into the ignition. The Jeep roared to life. Victoria threw it into reverse and backed over the walkers that tried to break the windows around the Jeep.
They peeled out of Atlanta and Victoria sped all the way back to camp. They sat in silence for most of the drive. As far as Victoria was concerned they didn’t need to go back to the city they could find a town to raid.
They pulled into the camp, Carl barreled into her.
“Thank goodness you’re back.”
She laughed and hugged him tight. He walked back to the jeep with her and grabbed one of the duffle bags full of supplies. Everyone came to greet them, glad that the two of them made it home. Victoria couldn’t help but notice that her mom and Shane were missing…
After getting the supplies unloaded and checking in with Dale, Victoria decided to head down to the lake to try and wash the sweat off.
“What the FUCK?!” Victoria walked up on her mom and Shane in quite a compromising position. Lori yelped and pushed Shane off of her. “I can’t BELIEVE YOU!” Victoria screamed in horror. Shane tried to shush her but she only raised her voice higher.
“Baby….baby please, please be quiet.” Lori begged. She tried to get close to Victoria but she backed away.
“You have a husband, may I remind you.” Victoria scoffed. “I can’t believe the two of you I’m fucking DISGUSTED.”
“You can’t tell anyone.” Shane demanded. Victoria laughed dryly at his demands. She paced back and forth. “Carl doesn’t know. You cannot say anything.”
Victoria stopped in her tracks. And looked over to him, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her hand around his throat and squeeze until he stopped moving.
“I’m only doing this for Carl. You’re going to hate yourself when dad gets home Lori, just as much as I hate you right now.” She spat. She stomped back up the hill, Daryl ran down to see if she was okay, and she’d assured him she just scared herself in the woods but everything was fine. She was just still jumpy from being in the city.
She spent the rest of the day avoiding them unless absolutely necessary. She stuck close to Carl, knowing if she was with him Shane would leave him alone. Her whole body was hot and she was shaking with anger. She made a promise to Shane and she intended to act upon it, but for now she just needed to focus on Carl and finding her dad.
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