Somewhat Clear

Fandom: Kings NBC
Pairing: David & Jack, Jack/OMC
Warning: PTSD, internalized homophobia, fix-it
Wordcount: 14.500
Notes: I started this fic in 2015 because I wanted to give Jack closure. Then things happened, and writing, as many time before, became an outlet for the emotions that those things made me feel. And now, it’s over.

Summary: The journey of Jack Benjamin through recovery and self-acceptance, up until the day of David’s coronation, and beyond.
Excerpt:

The crown looked amazing on David’s head. It truly looked like it had been made for him, as he looked like he had been made to stand before them all with that proud line in his back and his shoulders, a shy and nervous, almost self-deprecating smile on his lips.

He looked human. He looked like a king.

Jack was aware of the fact that the smile had slipped from his own face, and he was cold, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t stop staring. With some luck nobody would’ve noticed, since everybody was still cheering. He couldn’t stop thinking that his father had never looked like that, but in a few old photos. He couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t have looked like that either.

He briefly saw himself standing on the steps with a black crown on his brow, his face and fingers made of melting wax, a dark suit made of dead flies. Looking more like a corpse than a man, a hollow shell in the golden light. A deep pain in his chest, the smell of deceive.

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