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ROAR

(They just vibin)

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Son of Lorelai Masterlist

Through a Goliath War and a reckless journey across America, a war-torn family reunites to defeat the armies that tried to break them.

Heads up: descriptive violence, human experimentation, non-graphic sex mentions, torture mentions, warfare, and cursing are included in this novel.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

New chapters every Thursday!!! If you’re a fan of giant/tiny stories, you’re gonna love Son of Lorelai.

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Writing Wednesday

(Parental g/t flufffff!!! Lorelai's constantly wondering if she's feeding her tiny toddler enough. So today's mission? Don't let Jackson starve :3)

He’s a very messy eater, if he even eats at all.

Lorelai lifted her food-smathered fingertip to him, hoping hunger would finally win him over. Jackson, the young toddler he was, took a moment to examine it, swat at it, and… scream at it.

Then, he just turned away.

Lorelai raised an eyebrow.

I mean, Goliaths can go days without eating, but jeez…

This is just HARDCORE for such a lil guy.

“H-hey…” She grumbled. “You haven’t eaten in a while, baby.”

Jackson huffed and hunched over his back. “Don’t want huckleberries.”

“C’mon…” Lorelai moaned, nudging him with her finger. You couldn’t get enough of these last week- I still have the stains to prove it.”

Jackson let out another shriek and started rolling around in the grass. “NO, NO, NO!”

...I'm not falling for this. He HAS to be hungry, even if he’s acting petty.

I have to feed him something…

“Alright, fine.” Since you don’t want the berries that I spent AN HOUR SMASHING AGAINST ROCKS… “What do you want? Fish? Bitterroot? Hazelnuts! I know you like those… right?”

Jackson shook his head, and continued to roll around in the grass.

“Will you like them today?” Lorelai whimpered.

“NO!” Jackson shouted. “Okay, then what DO you want?” She asked, wiping the huckleberry mash off her finger. Jackson’s head perked up. “MEATSTICK!” He chirped, waving around his arms.

“We don’t have a bunch of those left, baby-” “AHHHHH!” Another agonizing scream came out of his little lungs. Lorelai flinched- that cry was a little louder than the others.

He's SERIOUS about this, isn't he?

“MEATSTICK…?” Jackson whined, his eyes welling up with tears. “MEATSTICK, MAMA?”

Lorelai sighed.

He can go longer. I know that. But that's not the problem... The problem is when he refuses to eat anything.

Well, almost anything...

“If you’ll actually eat it-” She muttered.

“YEAH!” Jackson cheered, running around in circles with his hands waving around. “MEATSTICK, MEATSTICK, MEATSTICK!”

“One meatstick.” She said. “Then we try real food again. Got that?”

Jackson paused, a smirk on his face. “Um… no.”

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Emo Jackson (he does not dress like this normally)

HEAR ME OUT- these past few chapters have been VERY, VERY angsty- I just took the vibe and ran with it

And I just like using the colored markers :3

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Writing Wednesday

(PARENTAL G/T FLUFF!!! Lil Jackson encountered a creature! Is it a coyote? A grizzly bear? OH GOD, IS IT BIGFOOT- LORELAI, YOU BETTER GO GET YOUR BABY)

It couldn’t wait.

“MAMA!”

Lorelai was running at full speed.

“HURRY!”

Jackson was panicking.

“COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!”

Eventually, Lorelai reached her tiny child, ready to scoop him away from the danger- “LOOK AT IT, MAMA! LOOK AT IT!” Jackson was pointing at a yellow-and-black butterfly. 

A… a butterfly? 

Lorelai took a deep breath, thankful that it wasn’t anything deadly. She crouched down and glanced at the delicate, small creature.

“It’s pretty…” Lorelai slowly smiled. She didn’t give herself enough time to enjoy the beautiful things in life. “IT'S SO COOL… L-LOOK!” He squealed as it hovered over his hands. “IT LIKES ME!” 

“Okay, that’s REALLY CUTE,” She cooed. “OH, OH, AND IT'S SMALL.” Jackson pointed out. “Yeah… that’s how you look whenever I hold you in my hand.” Lorelai chuckled. “You’re a giant compared to that lil’ thing.”

Jackson grinned. He liked the idea of being like his mother.

Slowly, the butterfly began to flap away. “N-NO! COME BACK!” He whimpered, starting to chase it. Eventually, he caught the insect and closed his hands over it. But as soon as Jackson tried to get a peek, the butterfly escaped and flew off.

“MAMA, WE GOTTA GO AFTER IT!” He turned back to Lorelai. “Y-you’re not serious, right?” “COME ON! IT'S GETTING AWAY!” Jackson ran over to her leg and tugged at her jumpsuit. “COME ON, COME ON, COME ON!”

Lorelai rolled her eyes and picked Jackson up.

“We’re not going after that thing.” She lifted him to her face. “W-WHY?!” Jackson cried. “Sometimes we have to let things go, baby.” Lorelai sighed. “Seems like it's got a thing for you, though. Maybe it’ll come back.”

Jackson’s head drooped. “I- I didn’t even get to name it.”

“It’s not too late.” Lorelai pointed to the butterfly as it flapped away. “Go on.”

Jackson thought for a quick second, then blurted out a name, “Jerrywinkins.”

Lorelai raised an eyebrow. “A-are you sure?”

“Yup.”

“...Jerrywinkins, it is.”

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Parental g/t kisses 🩷🩷🩷

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Writing Wednesday

(Parental g/t ANGST!!! @kittycat2837 asked for "platonic parental yandere". AND I AM SO HAPPY YOU DID, I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO WRITE ABOUT LORELAI'S BORDER PATROLS FOR SO LONG! :3 So here ya go- this will also explain how Lorelai keeps getting all those meatsticks)

She’s the apex predator- everyone who’s come into her territory knows that.

Lorelai wrapped Jackson in an old rebel flag as he drifted off into a peaceful nap. Lorelai placed her son inside a pitch-black crack in the mountain, cushioned with a few old comforters she’d found days before his birth.

He was hidden, happy, and completely oblivious to what Lorelai was about to do.

The giant left her son to prowl around the wild. She ventured as far as she needed to, glanced behind every tree, listened carefully, just to be sure.

No one yet… but I’ve still got ground to cover. 

Lorelai was on Border Patrol. A daily routine of searching for tressapasers and killing them on the spot. She couldn’t let anyone discover her and Jackson’s location and live to tell the tale. If the military ever got hold of that info, they’d take both of them back to the Goliath Program.

The complex had three different areas: Great Bear, Bob Marshall, and Scapegoat. Each were lengthy, unique, and could be crawling with unsuspecting tourists. Luckily, Lorelai had pretty long feet and legs- she was able to search around faster than humanly possible.

An hour, maybe two, tops… Lorelai looked backwards, over the dead trees, quiet streams, and gradually melting snow. I wanna get back before he wakes up.

A few stomps across the complex later, she concluded- no one was here. Good… guess they still remember that folks who venture out here don’t come back. She sighed and started heading back to the mountain, slightly relieved she didn’t have to hurt anyone today.

When she got back to the mountain, she changed her mind.

Lorelai crouched low.

She watched the hiker as he scaled the mountain- the very same one that she’d hidden Jackson in. A wide grin stretched across his face as he began to walk up. He didn’t realize a titan was observing his every move- from how he panted to the way he shifted his hat.

That’s way too close for comfort… Lorelai held in a huge growl, then thought about how she should go about slaughtering him. Eventually, she took a ground-shaking step forward- and the hiker flinched.

Still, he continued to climb.

Until he realized the booming noises were only getting louder- and closer. “Uh…” Lorelai heard him mutter as he turned around carefully. He looked up, and immediatly fell to his knees.

Lorelai slammed a hand after his body-

“WAHHHHH!”

And froze.

The man shut his eyes, braced for the worst- but realized he wasn’t dead yet. Her palm was just inches away from crushing him.

Lorelai had stopped to look higher up the mountain. B-baby? Her face revealed a tinge of concern. The terrified hiker dared to look up, trying to figure out where the noise came from. He spotted a distant crack in the mountain- and something clicked.

“A-are you…” He stammered, and Lorelai’s gaze dropped back down to him. “Are you keeping someone hostage up there?”

W-what? NO-

“It sounds so young, almost like…” The human muttered to himself. “You stole a BABY?!” He shrieked. “He’s mine,” Lorelai growled, lowering her face closer to his tiny, fragile body. “I gave birth to him.”

“Y-yeah, RIGHT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE MONSTER WASN’T PREGNANT BEFORE SHE DISAPPEARED.” He shouted, still trying to get away. “There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me- I can tell just by the way you call me MONSTER.” She shouted, and Jackson let out another wail.

Her eyes were flinching from Jackson to the trespasser.

“Y-YOU CAN’T BE OUT HERE ABDUCTING BABIES!” The man spoke again. “WAIT UNTIL I TELL THE MILITARY ABOUT THIS- THEY’LL TAKE YOU BACK RIGHT WHERE YOU BELONG.”

Lorelai’s voice became hauntingly low.

“Who said you get to leave?”

***

Lorelai curled her bloody fingers around Jackson. He had finally stopped crying, but so much noise still clouded Lorelai’s head.

She thought back to the night he was born. Lorelai was terrified he wouldn’t come out since he was very, VERY tiny compared to her womb. It made sense that nobody could tell she was pregnant- her stomach didn’t even have a hump.

Humans say a lot of things whenever I kill them… Lorelai’s eyes softened as she brought Jackson closer to her chest. They shout out a lot of accusations, they realize I’m the giant who escaped the Goliath Program facility… they cry. 

But I’ve never heard a human say that before.

She watched her baby’s slow, gentle breaths. Felt the way he gripped her skin, as if he wanted to melt into its warmth. At one point, his eyebrows twitched- then they relaxed again.

Lorelai’s eyes then drifted to the man’s crushed carcass. He had a backpack on him, his belongings having spilt out. Did he own anything I can use later…? She wondered, scanning over his things.

A picture of him with a middle-aged woman. Some extra pairs of warm clothes. Bug spray.

And a meatstick.

…huh.

She used her other hand to pick up the tiny object. Holding it between two pinched fingertips, she brought it up to her face.

I guess that’s one perk of Border Patrol… She thought quietly.

Folks carry around good snacks.

She glanced back at Jackson.

…I’ll give it to him when his teeth come in. For now, guess I’m stuck breastfeeding.

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Son of Lorelai, Chapter Eighteen

Heads up: Check out the masterpost for trigger warnings.

Jackson’s head hung low as he trekked through the woods, going higher up the slopey, tree covered hills. Even with his eyes drooping, he could see the town below. It was quiet, mostly filled with old brick buildings. Jackson clutched the straps of his backpack.

Too much had happened with the rebels. With Kenny. With his mom.

Chicago was supposed to be an easy trip for info about his dad- instead it turned into a wild goose chase that ended with his best friend’s death, the Second Battle of Chicago, and his mother trembling in a pool of her own tears.

Jackson didn’t want to focus on these things, but that was impossible. They haunt me like a ghost. Jackson thought to himself. I can’t believe all those things I did to find my father.

But I’ve grown… I guess. 

He sighed, and finally looked ahead. He noticed a huge dripping barrel of Kentucky bourbon in the distance. The barrels… Jackson remembered what the rebels said. He had to follow the trail.

Jackson’s tired body was suddenly racing after the barrel- and quickly, he found another. And another. Why does Dad drink so much alcohol? He scratched his hair, but then he spotted Joel’s cabin in the distance.

“Dad…” He whispered, and slowly walked to the doorstep. Once he was facing the withering cabin door, Jackson held his breath. This is it. I’m about to meet the human side of me… I’m about to meet my dad.

But what if he doesn’t like me?

What if he really is scared, or angry at Mom, or just… a jerk?

Who is he… and will he accept who I am? 

He heard footsteps approaching the door. But Jackson didn’t knock yet. Is his hearing intensified too? Does he have side effects like me and Mom? Jackson’s entire body shook as the door carefully opened. 

First, he saw a pistol in his father’s hand- and Jackson jerked back a little. But once Joel saw Jackson’s face, the gun slipped out his hands.

Time slowed down as the gun hit the floorboards.

“Jackson..?” He whimpered.

“...Hi, Dad.” Jackson waved shakily.  “I… I dunno if you know or not, or if you even care, but…”

“but… I’m your son-”

“Of course I know who you are…” Joel cautiously stepped closer to his boy, and once he realized that Jackson wasn’t afraid of him, he hugged him as tightly as he could- thanks to his enhanced strength, that was a very tight hug. Jackson melted into his father’s embrace, wrapping his arms around Joel.

He… likes me?

“I’m sorry…” Joel muttered into his son’s ear. “I’m so, so sorry, Jackson.” He pulled his boy even closer. “This is all my fault… I- I left because I was afraid I’d hurt you and Lorelai, but… I only hurt you both more by leaving…”

Jackson pushed back from his dad’s gray henley knit shirt. He looked his father dead in the eyes. “I forgive you.” He said clearly. “I need you to know that.”

“I don’t think I deserve forgiveness, Jackson.” Joel stuffed his hands into his pockets. “But you do. And you have my forgiveness, Dad.” Jackson smiled slightly.

“...Thank you.” Joel nodded. “I don’t think I could ever earn your mother’s forgiveness, though.”

“Maybe you can…” Jackson thought back to Lorelai. “But saying that you were afraid you’d hurt us won’t be enough of an explanation for her. Why were you afraid, Dad?”

Joel’s head hung low. “Come inside. I’ll tell you everything.”

Jackson walked into the cabin, and Joel explained it all. His childhood, how he felt responsible for anyone who he loved getting hurt, and how the military and Goliath Program had made him even more lethal. He even talked about his recent visit from Dr. Feldman, and how he forced Joel to give up Jackson and Lorelai’s location.

“I’m dangerous, Jackson.” Joel sighed. “I got my mom killed… I didn’t want to hurt your mom too.”

Joel’s decision to leave made much more sense to Jackson now. It wasn’t an excuse, but he understood why Joel left. “I think Mom will understand too.” Jackson watched his father from across the living room. It had some sofas, a TV, a recently used firepit, and lots of awards from the military hung on the wall. “She just needs to know the same thing you told me.”

Joel was quiet for a long moment. His hands were twitching, and his heart was thumping out of his chest. It was almost like he was staring into a distant void- “Are you okay, Dad?” Jackson got up from one of the sofas and came to his dad’s side.

“S-Sorry…” Joel clenched his chest, then tried taking some deep breaths. “One side effect I have is enhanced speed. But… at times, it can lead to my heart racing and uncontrollable flinching... sometimes heart attacks.” Joel sighed.

Was- was his heart racing because I brought up telling Mom?

“Do you still love Mom, Dad?” Jackson asked sheepishly.

“Yes.” Joel said firmly, his eyes growing somewhat wet. “I never stopped.” He grunted. 

Jackson sort of flinched at his father’s answer. I sort of expected him to say no… but-

Joel rose from the couch. “Dr. Feldman told me that if I went to warn you about their attack, that he’d kill you both. And to make sure of that…” Joel peered out the windows for a moment, then whispered into Jackson’s ear.

“He’s got this place surrounded.”

W-what?

“I haven’t tried to leave yet, but…” Joel took another sip of bourbon.

“But what?” Jackson asked.

“You came here for a reason.” Joel looked his son in the eye. “And I left her for a terrible one. So… let’s make things right.”

He pulled something out of a kitchen drawer. Jackson’s eyes widened when he saw the little, but significant thing. “A rebel patch?”

Joel grabbed some needle and thread, alongside a heavy, black leather jacket. It shined underneath the ceiling lights as Joel stitched on the patch. Then he got his rifle and slung it on his back. Jackson watched his father, a little awe struck.

“I’m going to go tell her everything.” Joel huffed. “And we’re going to stop this war, as a family.” 

Jackson was breathless. Is this actually happening?

Joel snagged up the keys to his car, and began to open back up the front door. “You comin’ kid?” He looked back at Jackson. The younger rebel quickly snapped out his head and followed him. “I- I’m coming, Dad.” Jackson stammered.

Joel and Jackson stepped back out into the wild. The leaves rustled. The birds chirped. Jackson barely noticed. Joel locked the door back, and started walking to his car. But Jackson could see it on his father’s face; he wasn’t just determined. He was alert.

Joel had even better hearing than Jackson and Lorelai, and his enhanced eyesight was as sharp as a dagger. He noticed a shift in any atmosphere.

And he was suspicious of the shift that just happened in his woods.

“Stay next to me.” Joel walked closer to Jackson, and eventually, in front of him, like a shield.

Joel gripped his rifle tightly. But he lightly grabbed Jackson’s hand and pulled him closer. However, he was hurrying. The car is probably just a few more feet out… down the bourbon barrel path, I’m sure. Maybe I didn’t see it when I came up-

“GET DOWN!” Joel pinned down Jackson’s body with his own, and a barricade of bullets blasted down at them. Joel was hit several times, grunting with each shot of lead. “Dad?” Jackson whimpered when the firing ceased. OH GOD, IS HE GONNA DIE?! 

HE- HE CAN’T DIE… I JUST MET HIM!

“I’m fine.” “Wait… Can you heal yourself like Mom?” Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Make new Goliath Cells? No.” Joel got off of Jackson and fired at the leaves, and a second later, army soldiers dropped out the trees like wounded birds.

Jackson’s mouth opened up into a small o.

“But my bulletproof vest is a pretty good substitute.” Joel grunted.

“H-how’d you do that?” Jackson muttered.

“They don’t call me Rifle for nothing.” Joel growled, his eyes dotting from branch to branch. 

“ISN’T THAT RIGHT, DOUGHBOYS?”

Suddenly tens of soldiers jumped out the trees, opening fire on Jackson and his father from all directions. Joel immediately fired at the first round of soldiers, knocking them out cold- the second wave got closer to him and his son. Joel zoomed across his driveway, grabbing soldiers by the neck and stabbing them with a knife that had been hidden away in his holster. He was like a bolt of lighting- He struck hard, quickly, and brutally. 

Corpses were slung into the grass like mud. Heads were pierced in an instant. The waves of the soldiers were dwindling by the millisecond- and Joel wasn’t even breaking a sweat. 

Jackson’s eyes widened as he lay on the ground, watching Joel at work.

He really is fast…

Joel’s jacket was becoming soaked with blood, but he kept a stone face. Like he had seen this happen over, and over, and over. His eyes darted around, selecting a new target after he finished one off.

Did the Goliath Program train him to kill like this? Or was this what he became when he fought in Afghanistan? Or maybe…

Maybe he’s had to be like this all his life?

While the attack was becoming a bloody massacre, a huge helicopter roared overhead. Jackson looked up as its blades forcefully chopped through the wind. NOT ANOTHER HELICOPTER! Jackson growled.

And of course, Hatchford had to be on the helicopter. 

“Glad we could make it to the party.” Hatchford smirked, climbing off with his colleague, Dr. Feldman.

As soon as Joel laid eyes on Hatchford, he blitzed after him, going for the kill. 

Just as Joel was about to rip off the head of the Secretary of Defense, Hatchford pulled out the Goliath Control Tablet and pressed a button.

 Just one button...

And Joel’s entire body froze in place. 

“DAD?!” 

Jackson gasped as his father’s eyes and veins shifted into a dark scarlet. He had never seen this sort of thing happen to a human before. Joel seemed to be breathless. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t kill. He just stayed in place, under the control of a tyrant.

“What’s wrong? Daddy isn’t as great as you thought he was?” Hatchford chuckled. Jackson immediately pulled out his pistol. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!” He growled, careful to control his Goliath Voice. If he blasted them away, they wouldn’t be able to free Jackson’s father- or give Jackson answers.

“You’re feisty, aren’t you?” Dr. Feldman looked over the young specimen. “ANSWER ME!” Jackson was much louder this time, so loud that he messed up Hatchford and Dr. Feldman’s hair. “You are gonna be so fun to observe!” Dr. Feldman straightened his back. “Too bad you’re just a hostage.”

Jackson shot a bullet right past Dr. Feldman’s face- but it scraped his skin just enough to leave a drippy scar. 

Dr. Feldman felt it carefully with his fingers. “Oh… feisty, and DEADLY.”

 “I DON’T BELONG TO YOU. NOW ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION.”

“...alright. We gave him a serum, GS189. It’s infused with nanobots, and those little guys latch to your father’s brain. Then, once activated, they sync up with the Goliath Control Tablet. And that lets us control your father.” Dr. Feldman grumbled, but a grin quickly appeared on his face. 

“Don’t worry, though. We’ll do the same thing with your mother.”

“…WHAT?!”

“You’ve caused quite the conundrum, shorty.” Hatchford came closer to Jackson. “...Y-You don’t wanna see how big I can get.” Jackson growled, growing tall enough to tower over him. “No. I don’t.” Hatchford frowned. “I want Lorelai. And once she knows that we have you, she’ll surrender herself willingly.”

“I-I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU!”

“Then you shouldn’t have told everyone where you were going.” Hatchford shook his head. “You would’ve gotten away if you would’ve just kept your mouth shut back in Chicago.” Jackson raised an eyebrow.

“You were literally just BEGGING for an ambush. How could I say no to such a PERFECT OPPORTUNITY?" Hatchford looked back to his remaining soldiers, and pointed to Jackson. “TETHER HIM.”

It happened suddenly- and this time he wasn’t protected by the buffer of his mother. Metal cables latched around Jackson before he could even grow another inch. “HEY! LET- LET GO!” He wrestled to stay on his feet, but the soldiers were determined to catch their prey. They wouldn’t let him get away. Not this time.

That’s why they electrified the tethers. 

“ARGH!!!” Jackson let out a mighty, woeful roar- one that nearly knocked everyone off their feet. But they held steady, refusing to let him go. Jackson was pulling away from the weapons, to the point that he got on all fours like a wild animal. But they held steady, refusing to let him go. 

STOP…  PLEASE…

His mind raced as his eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head.

STOP...

Jackson collapsed with a huge thud, mashing a giant crater into the blood-soaked ground. His body sized back to five feet in a way that left soldiers feeling uneasy. But Hatchford ordered them to load Jackson onto the helicopter. 

Right before they took off, Dr. Feldman looked back at Joel.

“Such a shame, Rifle.” The doctor smirked, knowing that Joel could hear him. “No matter how much you try, you’ll always let your family down.” 

He shook his head.

“… they deserve better than you.”

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