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Yellowjackets Headcanons To Lover Reader As The New Antler Queen!
A/N: just pretend that this is set in an alternate universe where Jackie and Laura Lee never died, but it was two entirely different characters instead because they did not deserve to go out the way they did 😭
Jackie doesn't know what to do at this point. Everyone around her has changed, and you? You're just beginning to. You're stepping into a role she doesn't understand, a role she fears. And that terrifies her. She already practically lost everything she knew before, and now she's losing you—the one thing that hasn't changed. The one person who hasn't changed, and just remained the same despite everything. With your new role, Jackie becomes desperate. She can't let you change. She can't lose you to all of this insane wilderness bullshit and lose the one person who still loves her through everything.
Jackie would be so conflicted. A part of her loves you and wants to support you despite all of this, but she's also starting to see you differently. Because you're not denying the role that the others are telling you that you own, you're not refusing to believe the words that they're saying. And that? It fills her with nothing but dread. It drives her to the edge that she just pulls you aside one day and begs you to leave the group with her, offering you an ultimatum you could either take or leave.
“You don’t have to do this.” She swallows before continuing. “We can still be us,” She rests her forehead against yours. “but not like this.”
Shauna would follow you, no question. Even if she's a little wary, she can't bring herself to not be on your side. She tries to convince herself that this doesn’t change anything. That you are still you, just with a title now. But deep down? She'd be scared. Because she knows what it does to people. She knows what it did to Jackie, and what it's doing to Lottie. And she knows that it's doing something to you. The way your touch is less familiar, more like a gesture of ownership than affection. The way your voice no longer asks, but commands. It makes her stomach twist.
Her feelings for you are a mess—love, loyalty, jealousy, and something uglier she doesn’t want to name. In public, she's neutral to you. But in private? That's where she lets everything slip away—the fear, the resentment, and the pain of feeling like she’s losing another piece of herself. In the back of her mind, she wonders if you ever look at her the way you look at the others when they kneel. If she's just another subject to you now.
“It’s just survival, right? You don’t actually… believe in this?” She looks at you with those doe eyes of hers. “Do you still love me, or do you love the crown more?”
Taissa, the rational part of her, hates this. She doesn't believe in the wilderness, doesn't believe in fate but she rationalizes it. She tells herself that if anyone had to be antler queen, she's glad it's you. She trusts you more than she'd trust the other. But deep down? She's scared. Scared of what this means for the group, for you, and for her. Because even if she doesn't believe in the wilderness, she believes in you. And now? You're starting to become something terrifying. You change when you wear the crown—your voice is sharp and your eyes are cold. She tells herself she can keep you grounded. That she can hold you back if it ever gets too far.
But you don't lean on her the same way anymore. You're still loving, still kind. But there's a distance between you now. Tai wants to believe that you two will make it out of this fine. That you're still you, you're just playing along with what everyone else on the team expects out of you. But...
“Tell me you still see what’s happening here,” She grabbed your wrist. “Tell me I won't just wake up one day beside you, and see a stranger.”
Van would be so proud. She already believes in some unforeseeable higher being guiding you all, and if that being has chosen you? Then it has to mean something. She'd be the first to kneel, the first to chant, your name, the first to hold your hands when the crown is placed on your head. But Van isn't blind. She loves you, but if you ever faltered? That doesn't mean she won't question you. If she thinks you're making the wrong call, she'll voice it. And if things start to go too far? if you start making choices even she can't rationalize? Then for the first time, she'll hesitate before bowing her head.
Van will still be by your side. She'll still believe in you but there's a moment—maybe the first time you order a hunt, or the first time you let someone suffer for defying you that she realizes you’re not just their leader. You’re something else now. She starts to worry. Not about you necessarily, but about what being antler queen is doing to you.
She presses a kiss on your nose, before resting her forehead against yours. “Don’t forget who you are, okay?” She smiles at you, melancholy.
Natalie doesn't buy into any of this. But you? You're different. You're her person. And that's the only reason she hasn't already run into the woods and left everyone behind. She doesn't bow, not at first. But when she sees the way the others look at you, the way they listen, the way they would kill for you? She realizes it doesn't matter what she believes. It matters what they believe. She'll fight for you, against the group even if she has to. But when you lean into their bullshit, if you start acting like the role truly belongs to you? That's when the cracks form. She distances herself a bit from you, not far, but close enough to watch over you.
She hates this. Hates that she still loves you even as you become something she doesn't recognize. She watches it all—you stop asking for her advice, you stop looking at her like you guys are equal and instead as if she's just one of your oh so loyal subjects. But she won't stop loving you, And perhaps that's the cruelest part of it all.
“Tell me you don’t actually believe this,” She hugs you, burying her head into the crook of your neck. "You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be this."
Lottie treats this as inevitable. The wilderness chose you, just as it chose her. She knew you were meant for something greater, but even she didn't expect the full weight of what you'd become. She hands you the crown herself, and she does it with a smile. Maybe she always knew it would be you. Maybe she never wanted it for herself, or maybe she just trusts the wilderness more than she trusts her own desires. But when she steps back and watches you take her place, something flickers across her face. It's not envy, not quite. But something more unsettling entirely. Lottie doesn't see you as her replacement, but rather as her continuation.
If she supports you, it's because she sees you as the one who will take them even further. She will guide you, shape. But even though she believes in you, there's a part of her that aches at not being the chosen one anymore. That wonders if you're truly the leader they need or if she made a mistake. And when she kneels for you? She does it with a small, knowing smile. Because leaders will rise, and fall. Only time will be able to tell if you were made for this. And Lottie will rightfully seize what's not yours.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” She presses a kiss onto your knuckles. "It was always meant to happen this way."
The moment you're chosen as the new antler queen is the moment Laura Lee thinks you need saving the most. This is proof that whatever darkness is in the wilderness is winning over you, and this is the moment you lose yourself to the point of no return. She begs you to stop, to think, to remember who you were before the wilderness got its hands on you. When you don't listen to her? When you take on the role fully? She just looks at you like she doesn't even recognize you anymore. But she wouldn't hate you. No, she'd pity you. And in some ways, that's somehow worse.
Despite everything, she would still love you. She would still fight for you, even if it meant making herself an outcast. Even if it meant facing the team's dislike for it. Because if she lost you? Really lost you to all of this madness? That would mean the wilderness had truly won. And she doesn't want to lose the only person she has to it.
“You don’t have to do this,” She cried, hugging you tightly as if you'd disappear. “You don’t have to let them turn you into something you’re not.”
Misty kneels so fast immediately that it's like she's been waiting for this. She doesn't care about the wilderness. She doesn't care about fate. She only cares about you. And since you're in charge of things now? Then that means she's important. That means she's needed. She'll do anything to prove her loyalty to you. Anything to make sure she stays by your side. If anyone on the team questioned your leadership, she'd be the first to “take care” of the problem whether you approved or not. She wouldn't just love you, she would worship you. The problem? She's desperate to be useful.
If Misty ever felt like you didn't need her anymore? If she ever feels like she's losing you? If she thinks she's losing her place? Well, then she just might have to take matters into her own hands. Just to remind you why you needed her in the first place, to begin with.
“You need me,” She tells you, holding your face between her hands before resting her forehead against yours. “And I need you.”
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