So….after this chapter I can hear the vast majority of you shouting "you're in too deep! Get out of the meaningfulness and darkness and make more funny!"
I'm sorry. I promise to add more of the funny. A lot of this is a topic pretty close to my heart though. It means a lot to me.

By the way this is in no way a reflection of my family. I'm sort of basing this on stereotypical families on TV and some of my friends families.

It was a long trip, and the dark prince had bad jet lag. Especially since he didn't get an ounce of sleep. Jack wasn't bad. He was use to travelling and slept most of the way.
The two took a cab for another 45 minutes until they arrived in front of an average sized house in a neat subdivision on the outskirts if a quaint little town. The sky was a deep orange from the sunset reflecting off low hanging clouds.

The taxi cab driver helped the duo get their bags out of the back and left. Jack grabbed a few bags and Chase grabbed the rest. He felt like his arms were going to turn to gelatin.
The goth raised a hand to knock on the door. The dragon lord beside him breathed in deeply.
The door swung open and a larger old lady with curly white hair and rosy cheeks beamed, wrapping her arms around the boy.
"OHHHH MY JACKIE POO! "She began to smother Jacks pale face with kisses.
"I have missed you so…so much! How was your flight? Oh come in come in!"
Jack looked over at Chase.
"Grandma, this is the guy I was telling you about. Chase."
"Oh you must be my little Jackie's….er….boyfriend."
Chase tried hard to be polite. He nodded slightly.
"Nice to meet you Ma'am."

"Oh please call me Shirley!" The woman laughed and wrapped her arms around the dark haired man. Chase held his breath. He felt very awkward. He didn't like people touching him. The red head turned his head and laughed slightly.

The three of them all went into the house. There was a musty sort of smell, and the first room looked sort of like a living room. It had old fashioned looking couches with tacky wallpaper and family photos hung everywhere.

"So where's grandpa?"

"Oh it's late for your grandfather, Jackie. He can't stay up this late in his old age."

"Yeah, we're pretty tired too."
"Oh of course you two must have had a long trip! I have the downstairs guest bedroom all set up for you two."

The elderly woman walked the two of them down a flight of stairs, down a hall, and to a wooden door.

"It is so nice to have you for the holidays, Jackie. And it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Chase. You two sleep well. And remember, I will be right upstairs if you need anything."

She gave her grandson one last kiss and headed upstairs.
"Wow, I am surprised grandma is letting us sleep in the same room."
Chase was too tired and miserable to care. He opened the door and walked into the room. It was nice and tidy with two separate twin sized beds on either side against the wall.

The prince of darkness threw the bags he was carrying on the ground and threw himself on one of the beds. It wasn't the comfiest thing he had ever laid on, but he was too tired to care.
"See, this isn't so bad is it, Chase?"

Jack looked over. Chase was already sound asleep, head dug into his arms folded on the bed. Jack threw a light blanket over the man and went to the other bed, turning the light off.

The next morning Jack woke up first. Chase remained in bed, fast asleep. So the goth boy quickly grabbed some shower things and went upstairs. His grandma and grandpa were already awake in the kitchen.
"Good morning Jackie-poo!" The old lady walked over and hugged her grandson, who was taller than her.
"Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah I slept fine."

Jack looked over at his grandfather, sitting by a small table reading the newspaper.

"Jack, come say hi to you grandson!"
The red head always thought it weird that he shared the same name as his grandfather.

The stout old man groaned as he got up from his seat and walked over to the boy with his cane.
"My goodness boy you look skinnier each time I see you. I swear you ain't eating enough meat!"
"Yes, grandpa I know."
"A real man eats at least five servings o' meat each day! And that don't include morning bacon and sausage."
"I know."
"You look like you're eatin' nothing but twigs and grass."
It was the same speech he heard every time he saw his grandfather. Ever since Jack was a little boy his grandparents always criticised him about his size. They were always positive that he didn't eat enough, so the pair made sure to stuff their grandson full every time he went over there, and send leftovers home with him.

"I swear boy one of these days the winds gonna pick you up and carry you away."

"I'm going to head into the shower, okay?"
"Alright dear, your grandpa and I will be out here when you're done. I'll have breakfast out on the table for you!"
"Thank you grandma."

Chase woke up with a pounding headache. It took a while for his dragon eyes to focus, and he has a strange feeling in his stomach.

He first noticed he wasn't in his regular room. This room was smaller, the bed was smaller, and it smelled of must.

He sat up and surveyed his surroundings.

"Oh right…" He remembered where he was. He was at Jack's grandparents' house. The overlord sighed. From what he could remember from the night before, the old lady he met didn't seem so horrible.

Chase scanned the room for his boyfriend. But Jack was nowhere to be found. The dark haired man didn't know if he should stay where he was or go looking for the boy. He could hear footsteps upstairs and he could smell something cooking.

He laid back down. He decided to just wait for Jack to come get him. He wasn't going to risk any awkward encounters that would require him to be social by himself.

Jack got out of the shower and quickly dried off. He blow-dried his hair into spikes then threw on a light button up shirt and long dark dress pants. His grandparents didn't really like his black goth clothing or his makeup. His grandfather has stated on many occasion that makeup "is only for girls and sissy boys. And his grandson ain't no sissy boy."

Well, he was. But he tried to be more manly in front of his grandfather, a respected ex-marine.

He wasn't sure how introducing his boyfriend was going to go though.
His grandmother wasn't bothered by it. Jack knew this. He had talked to her before. His grandmother loved him no matter what.
His grandfather on the other hand, wasn't very happy at first to hear about his relationship.
"No grandson of mine is going to be a fruity little faggot! The Spicer family are a family of MEN! REAL MEN!"
The comments hurt a lot. But with the help of his grandmother, they were able to convince his grandfather to give him a chance.

Chase sat up at the small knock at the door. His heart raced momentarily until he realised it was just Jack. When the albino came into the room he looked different. He didn't have any of his goth clothes on and no makeup.
"Wow. Spicer. You actually look half normal."

The boy walked over to his suitcase to grab something. "How would you know what normal is? You've lived in a mountain for 1500 years. You have no social concept."
"I have more social concept than you, worm."
"Good. You have three days to prove it."
"Two. Today and tomorrow. Then we leave this bloody place."
"Are you going to come upstairs and have breakfast?"
"How much of your family is here?"
"It's just my grandparents. The rest of the family won't start showing up until around noon."

The dark lord sighed and threaded his fingers through his hair as he stood up. He was hungry.
The two walked upstairs. Chase was still in the same plain clothes he wore on his flight. Jack had been insistent that the man leave all his dangerous armour behind.
They sat at the table. It was silent until Jack's grandfather looked up from his newspaper.
"So. You must be my grandson's…partner."
Chase glared. Jack tapped on his boyfriends leg to remind him to be polite.
"Yes. My name is Chase Young."

The older man folded his newspaper and put it down on the table. The little old lady came up from behind him and brought three plates of food filled with scrambled eggs and bacon. She put them in front of the three sitting at the table.
"Here you go boys!" She smiled.
"So….Chase." The man said between bites of his food. "What kind of work do you do?"
Chase pushed some of his food around on his plate. It seemed unappealing. But he was hungry.
"I'm an evil entity."
Jack almost choked on his food.
"Ah….ah haha Chase. He's kidding. He has a different sense of humour. He is actually a wildlife expert."
"What?" The dark haired man turned to the boy beside him. Jack kicked his leg.
"Yeah! He works with wild cats. Tigers, lions, panthers, all kinds of cats. He tames them. It's incredible really. He even has some of them trained to do things around the giant mansion he lives in…because he is rich too…."
The boy laughed. The old man looked at him.
"Is that true, Chase? Do you work with animals?"
"Uh…."he glanced over at the red head beside him, who was glaring at him.
"Y…Yeah. I do."

"Well. That must not take very much skill."
Jack took a sharp breath in. He could already tell this wasn't going in a good direction.
"Oh yes, and you look like a person who knows so much about skill." Sarcasm was laced through the dark princes entire sentence.
"You're damn right I do. 40 years serving in the marine. And let me tell you something boy, that's what creates real men. Serving your country. And they wouldn't let you keep such long girly hair in the marines."
Chase chuckled. "Well of course they wouldn't let someone like you keep their hair. It would require too much skill to maintain good looks AND learnt to fight. It would be hard for anyone to maintain such skill….unless you're me."

Jack bit his fingernails.
"Oh, you think you know anything about fightin'?"
"I am a master in hundreds of different fighting forms."
"You don't know the first thing 'bout fightin' a real man."
"Hah. I had more fighting skills when I was a toddler than you have in your entire life span."
"I may be old, but I could still bring your girly butt to the ground." The man said, standing up from his seat. Chase laughed.
"I would love to see you try." He stood up from his seat too. Jack cleared his throat.
"Uh, grandma….I think breakfast is done…"
The little old lady came running from the kitchen and stood in between the two men.
"Alright that is enough. I will have no fighting in this household. Especially during the holidays!" She grabbed her husband by the shoulder.

"Why don't you do to the bathroom and take your morning meds."
The elder man grumbled and stared at Chase as he was walked by his wife to the bathroom. Jack grabbed the overlord hand and pulled him down.
"Chase, I told you to be good!"
"I was good! I didn't rip him to shreds like I imagined I would."
"You were antagonizing."
"He was the one insulting me!"
"He's old, he can't help it."
"I'm older than him!"
"You were being petty."
"He called me girly."
"Just try to be a little nicer, okay? My grandpa isn't used to seeing men with long hair. It's different."
"He's just jealous that I'm so good looking and he isn't."
"Yes. He is. Just feel bad for him that he is not as pretty as you okay?"

The overlord sighed and crossed his legs.
"You haven't eaten anything in days, aren't you hungry?"
"None of this food appeals me."

"So are you going to finish your breakfast?"
"No. It's cold."
Jack sighed and grabbed the two plates. Sometimes his partner was a diva.
The little old lady came back out without her husband.
"Oh Jackie, are you going to get the dishes?"
"Yeah, grandma, I got them!"
Chase stood up to go help his partner. But he felt someone grab his hand. It was Jack's grandmother.
"I apologize for my husband. He is so hard headed sometimes."
"Uh…it's…quite alright." The overlord felt a bit awkward. "I should um…go help Jack with the dishes."
"Oh no no you are a guest! Guests don't do housework. You come with me." The lady led Chase into the living room and sat him down on the couch.

The red head rolled up his sleeves and began washing dishes. His grandparents didn't believe in letting big machines like dishwashers do work. They were old fashioned. Jack one time invented them a robot that could do all the cleaning for them every day, but the next time Jack had visited they had the robot in the closet and his grandmother complained that it didn't do anything right. But she kissed her little grandson for being so smart to invent something like that.
"Grandma just likes things done a certain way. And no machine can replace that."
The confrontation between his grandpa and Chase made him a little nervous. Both of them were stubborn, hard headed, and had so much pride and ego Jack was surprised that the two of them could fit in the same room. He was hoping if his grandfather could see how strong and confident Chase was, and added in the fact that he lived in a mansion with him, that he would be happy they were dating. But things weren't exactly going to plan. The albino youth scrubbed hard at the dishes as he thought about what he could do to earn his grandfather's approval of his relationship. He thought of one. It was a bit dangerous, and would be hard to pull off, but he could at least try.

When the dishes were done Jack stacked them up in the cupboard and grabbed a towel, drying off his hands. He walked into the living room where Chase and his grandmother were sitting. Chase was doubled over, almost crying from laughter. His grandmother sat with a photo album on her lap.
"Now see, this was our Jackie when he was only three years old. He never did like keeping his clothes on. Right in the middle of Christmas dinner, little Jackie came runnin' out with no clothes on screaming and yelling how he was the king of doody."
"AH GRANDMA!" Jack yelled.
The dark haired man put his hand over his mouth trying desperately to stifle his laughter.
"Oh, Jackie, I was showing your boyfriend your baby photos! Look how cute you were!" She held up the photo album. The boy put his head down.
"Grandma…please….put the photos away."
"Oh of course!"
He sighed a sigh of relief. "Thank you.."
"I'll go get the home videos instead!"
"Grandma, no!"
The doorbell interrupted their conversation.
"OH that must be your uncle Terry!" The lady ran over to the hall down to the door. Jack sat down on the couch. Chase looked over at the boy, then put his head in his lap, laughing.
"You can stop laughing at any time…"
"I…I can't…" the overlord gasped. "King of doody?"
"I WAS THREE YEARS OLD!"
"I want to see the home videos…."
"Absolutely not."
"And your habit of taking off all your clothes…"
"Like I said, I was three. I don't even remember any of those things. I bet you have embarrassing baby photos too!"
"Cameras were not invented at the time of my infancy…"
"Oh yeah…" Jack sometimes forgot how old his partner was.

"Oh Jackie! Your uncle Terry and Aunt Terry are here!"
It was sort of weird because Jack's uncle, who was named Terry, married a woman whose name was also Terry. He nudged his boyfriend.
"Alright Chase c'mon. It's time for you to start meeting the rest of my family!"
"Oh boy." He rolled his eyes. "I can't wait."

Parents. Embarrassing baby photos. Anyone? Anyone else feel this pain? So happy I'm single. If I do get a partner, I am going to try and keep them away from my family for as long as possible to ensure this never happens again.

So next chapter, we start to meet the rest of Jack's family. And just what is Jack's plan? Do you think it will go smoothly or end up like every other plan he has ever had?
I also have a few side chacks that I am trying to finish up. I have a ton that I started writing but have never finished. I'll do that too. Because you mean so much to me. And I love writing this fandom so bad.