Princess: A Kings Fic
Ok, so I'm kinda nervous posting this becuase honestly, this pairing is a little...kinky. So, here goes, my first and only Kings fic.
Title: Princess
Author: theothermirror
Rating: R (for incest and abuse)
Pairing: Jack/Michelle
Spoilers: none
Summary: Why can't things be right again?
The first time it happened, you screamed. You screamed as if you were dying, and in a way, you were. There were hands. Hands everywhere and you thrashed and kicked. You tried to get him off you and your fists connected with something soft. A horrible crunching noise and he jerked back, cursing, holding his nose. Blood poured from his face, all over his hands, all over your sheet, all over your exposed skin, red and white.
He kicked you, hard, and left muttering and stumbling and pulling his pants back up. He told Rose he had tripped in the middle of the night. He told the press he was attacked by a protester to the monarchy. He said anything than what really happened. That his daughter had broken his nose in self-defense.
Now, you can't fight. He ties you down, limbs splayed awkwardly so you can't move. You don't scream, either. His lips are on yours too much. If you say anything, he slaps you, the sound ringing through the room. When he leaves, you cry, knowing it isn't the last time he'll do this to you. You may have broken his nose, but he is breaking something deeper, more unreachable that can never be repaired.
After he left that first time, Jack, twelve at the time, bumbled in, sleepy-eyed and demanded to know what was going on and why he had been woken up. You just shook your head, laughing and crying all at once at the droopy, flop haired boy in front of you. Eventually, your small chuckles turned back into sobs and Jack's face turned from angry to concerned and he climbed into bed next to you and held you as you cried. It meant nothing at the time, just Jack being your (somewhat) older brother.
But as Silas broke you again and again, and Jack would hold you again and again, you started to realize the significance. There were nights were you wouldn't want him to touch you, as if his touch burned you. But then there were nights when you wanted to fold up inside him and he'll kiss away the tears that fall on your cheeks.
You know what Silas is doing is wrong. But you know that what you and Jack are doing is wrong too.
Why can't things be right again?