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Ocean Master: Year of the Villain 1 (2020) by Francesco Mattina
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all of Harley’s hosting outfits 🔥
Harley Quinn's Villain of the Year (2019) art by Mike Norton + Hi-Fi Design
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Shadows and Light~
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🦹‍♂️For my Year of the Villains Collab 🦹‍♀️Pairing: Choi San x OC. Featuring Yunho, Yeosang, Hongjoong and Rose from Blackpink 🦸‍♂️Genre: Superhero/villain au 🦸‍♀️Word Count: 8,359 🦹‍♂️Warnings: tentacle porn!, sex with a barrier, nipple play, double penetration, oral (m and f receiving), anal, pain kink, m and f orgasm 🦹‍♀️Rated: 18+ mdni, mentions of death, blood, physical fighting
🦸‍♂️Summary: Trio of young adults become superheroes by accident and attempt to save the world. When San betrays Violet and Yunho, and suddenly San becomes their nemesis, how will our other two heroes defeat the world of bad when one of their own is evil?
🦸‍♀️Dedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland​ my beta readers <3 you’ve literally built me up for this fic. i will be forever grateful for your high praise. you really make me feel like an auteur
Notes: ~Choi, San: alter ego Shadow Mort. is one with the shadows. Can use them to teleport to other shadows, can manipulate the shadows. ~Dane, Violet: alter ego Diamond Ice. Hard impenetrable skin via turning into ice. Can manipulate icicles ~Jeong, Yunho: alter ego Vulcan, like the roman god of fire. Entire body would appear like rock with lava peeking out through the cracks. Super strength and indestructible. Power to melt anything.
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“You didn’t have to meet me here.”
I was sitting in a plush velvet settee as a brunette threw it back on my lap. I was a superhero and I was getting a lap dance by another superhero. No one in the strip club knew that either of us were super anything. San was simply a stripper and I was simply a VIP getting what she paid for.
“Who doesn’t enjoy getting a lap dance from their coworker?” I smiled up at San.
San deadpanned at me. “Are you serious right now?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, San, oh baby oh, please rub that cake on me,” I mimicked his deadpan tone. “No, I’m here because I needed to see you immediately. There is no later.”
San dropped the poker face and frowned at me in concern. “What’s wrong?”
I leaned forward, bracing my elbows on the tops of my legs. “There’s something wrong with Yunho.”
San blew a raspberry at me, and when I didn’t laugh, he looked at me like I was crazy. “Not golden boy Yunho? What could be wrong with him?” He said sarcastically.
“San, I’m so fucking serious right now. Please, do not joke. I’m fucking terrified.”
San dropped to his knees, the stripper outfit looked ridiculous right now but somehow he made it work. “Talk to me.”
“When you ran after that thug from the human trafficking ring, and left us with the rest of them, Yunho almost--” I pressed my lips inward. 
“Almost what?” San tilted his head so he could meet my eyes, “Almost what, Violet?”
“San, he almost beat someone to a pulp,” I said, tears pulling at the corners of my eyes. 
“Shit,” San stood up, cursing quietly. “Listen, you know how much this job gets to him.”
“It’s not the same, San!” I shouted at him, standing up as well. My fists were clenched tight. It took everything in me to not use my powers as an outlet to release the feelings inside of me. “He didn’t look angry. He didn’t look like he was in pain. He looked like he was about to enjoy it!”
San wrapped his arms around me. “Violet, you don’t know that for certain. Your powers are not to read minds.”
There was a tiny piece of me that wanted to lie my head on San’s shoulder and let him tell me everything was okay. But that was not who I was. I protected; I wasn’t the one receiving protection. I shook San off of me, taking a step back, and clearly drawing the line. “I know what I saw, San. Something is wrong with Yunho. We need to confront him.”
San smiled tightly at me. “Okay. How about you sleep on it and we’ll talk in the morning. I’ve got a shift to complete and your time is just about up.” San slipped on a smirk, his real mask, not the one he wore as Shadow Mort. “Unless you want to reup and I can take your mind off of Yunho.”
I breathed in and out deeply. “No, I’d rather not watch you rub yourself against my nonexistent dick, thanks. I’ll see you later.”
That was the last time I saw San as a part of my team. As it turned out, there was nothing wrong with Yunho and everything wrong with San. Through a series of events that I was powerless to prevent, San quickly became the enemy and not an ally. It was up to Yunho and I to save the world after that. 
xxx{Present Time}xxx
“I can’t say I’m sorry my real life job has brought us together,” Yunho raised an eyebrow at me.
I was a professional. I could do this. “Yunho, don’t,” I hissed, eyes looking around for anyone who could interpret what Yunho had said as something more. Yunho raised his camera to his eye, closing the other one and focusing on me. “Everyone knows to keep out of my area while I’m working. They’re probably on their phones or out getting food. You’re fine.”
“I’m not fine, Yunho.” I pulled at the low dip in my new superhero suit. “This is really revealing.”
“You look gorgeous in it, Violet,” Yunho murmured gently.
I pursed my lips in annoyance. “I can’t believe you convinced me to let Illusions sign us. We don’t need a company running marketing on us. I didn’t need a new suit!”
“You know we needed an image lift after San,” Yunho reassured me, the same thing he told me a bazillion times before I had signed the contract with a company to help us become more like a business and less of a superhero group. 
I raised the long gloves that clung to my upper arms, doing the pose that I typically did when I produced my icicle powers. “Is this good enough, Mister Photographer?”
A satisfied smile pulled at Yunho’s lips. “Perfect.”
Goosebumps covered my skin and I was the last person that could get cold, considering I could turn all my skin into ice. “I really hate this suit, Yunho.”
“Yeah, well, it tested with a 97 percent positive with everyone between the ages of sixteen and fifty, men and women, so you’ve been outvoted. Besides--”
“Mister Jeong,” His curvy assistant interrupted us, “We’re grabbing lunch, shall I get your usual?”
Yunho put his camera down and pushed a hand through his hair, “Thank you, Melisandre. That would be great.”
“And for you, Miss… Ice?” The assistant didn’t know how to formally speak to a superhero, seeing as how she couldn't know my real name. The perks of being a superhero in disguise.
“She’ll have the same as me,” Yunho winked at Melisandre and then raised his camera back up, clearly dismissing his assistant.
I tilted my head and smiled fakely at Yunho. “And how would you know if I wanted the same thing as you, Mister Jeong?”
“I know a thing about blondes,” Yunho grinned behind the camera.
“I’m sure you do,” I scoffed, “However, I’m not blonde. My hair is white from my first transformation. You would know that if you had done your research before photographing me.”
The studio held their breath. Shit. Here I had been scolding Yunho for breaking our cover and it was me who was forgetting that we were simply two professionals working together, not two friends and superheroes who knew each other for years. 
“You’re right,” Yunho said softly, “How silly of me.”
I expected the tension to release but it was like the entire staff were holding their breath. Yunho walked closer, so close that he could whisper into my ear. “They’re expecting me to yell at you because photographer Yunho is known for his intense temper. Now, we’re having this conversation because I’m going to play it off as me threatening you coldly, which is what they fear more. Now, this is my domain, and I’m sorry for that, but you are not above me, Violet. Here you are Diamond Ice and I have the ability to make you look good for this shoot or make you look horrible. Please let me do my job.”
I missed the days when we didn’t have to act. I missed… “Yes, Sir,” I said contritely. 
Yunho smiled at me, sunshine and forgiveness. “Of course, Diamond. Now, I’m going to need you to look at me like you are inviting me to your bed. Sex sells, you know.”
“The fuck was that Yunho, seriously?” I put a hand on his chest and halted him hours later after we had wrapped up and left the Illusion’s Tower. 
“I take my real world job very seriously,” Yunho said, his voice dropping lower.
“You know how hard it’s been for me!” I shouted, contrasting his voice, “Why did you make me take those kinds of photos!”
“The world wants a sexy Diamond Ice in her glittery skin, flirting with the camera.” Yunho’s eyes became hooded, taking a step closer. “I’m the genius photographer, remember?”
“You were weird today,” I shook my head, “It’s like before--”
Yunho’s eyes flashed, “Like before what, Violet?”
“Forget it,” I said under my breath.
Yunho’s skin began to crack as his hand reached for my jaw. Heat radiated from those cracks and his skin started to appear like rock and lava. “Don’t you trust me, Violet? Didn’t I say I would fix this?”
“I haven’t turned my skin to ice yet, have I?” I met Yunho’s gaze with a level one of my own. Actions spoke louder than words, and the fact that I hadn't moved to protect myself really did speak that I trusted Yunho using his powers against me.
Yunho’s hand dropped and he ran the same hand that had been reaching for me through his hair. “You really know how to get under my skin, don’t you?”
I poked my cheek angrily, “We are fire and ice, aren’t we?”
Yunho laughed humorlessly, “That we are.”
I licked my lips. There was something wrong here. “Yunho--”
Yunho and mine’s wrist transmitters both went off at the same time. “No time, Violet.”
All I saw were the words break in and Horizon Labs and my blood truly did run cold. “It can’t be--”
Yunho smirked, “It’s a good thing we had you photograph in your suit, huh, Diamond Ice?”
I threw a half-hearted glare at my partner. “Now is not the time to rub it in, Vulcan.”
Horizon Labs were surrounded by every emergency vehicle in the city. Yunho was talking to the swat team captain on a strategy. Shadow Mort, aka San, was inside the labs. No one knew his purpose but it couldn't be anything good. The last time we had all been here…
“You don’t have to go in there,” Yunho said softly, coming up behind me and placing a hand on my lower back. 
“I do,” I shook my head stubbornly, “He can’t get away again, Yunho.”
“Let’s do what we’ve been practicing,” Yunho suggested.
I shook my head again. “No. It’s still too dangerous. We could hurt the very people here that are looking to help. I won’t do it at the risk of other lives.”
Yunho placed both hands on my shoulders. “Violet, the last time you hesitated--”
“Yunho,” I said, anger making my lips tremble, “I go to sleep every night with a reminder of what happened. I don’t need you to remind me.”
Yunho nodded his head briskly. “Then let's get in there and get San.”
Inside the lab, I rotated two icicles, in anticipation I’d see San first and pin him to the wall. As long as the bright lights of the lab reflected off my ice skin, there should be no shadows for San to use. Or that’s what I kept telling myself as I took step by step, looking for my old partner.
“Violet.”
My two icicles went flying but they did not catch San like I had planned. Instead, because of my rash decision, they broke a light in the process of ricocheting off the wall. Now there were more shadows than light and San had the upper hand.
“Violet.”
“How dare you say my name,” I said, barely choking out.
San rose from the shadows on the floor, his long cloak of Shadows clinging to him in protection. His dark eyes shone from his cowl. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“I’m going to stop you this time, San. I swore on my sister’s grave!” I shouted. I formed ten more icicles that all formed a halo above me. “You’re not getting away this time.”
San ignored me. His eyes moved behind me. “Where’s Yunho?”
I threw all my icicles at San but sunk into his shadows before they could strike him. “Careful, Diamond Ice, don’t you have an image to uphold? Justice and honor, and all that?” San said from all the shadows that stained the walls of the lab.
“Yunho is the least of your worries! Or do you think I’ll simply let you wink at me and let you get away?” I hissed. 
San formed in front of me once again. “I could never wink my way out of a situation with you, Violet.”
I screamed in rage and formed as many icicles as my powers allowed. I formed them in a way to reflect the remaining light from the ceiling and zeroed it back to my ice skin. The room was covered in light for a brief moment. There were no shadows around San. Simply his human form, in his old superhero suit, tattered and torn, as if he never fixed it from the night when he turned from superhero to supervillain. 
I threw my body at him, wrapping my arms around San’s body. He was tight in my grasp and he didn’t struggle, even though the ice of my skin must have bit horribly at his exposed skin. He grunted but he didn’t try to get away. I didn’t understand. “You’re not going anywhere,” I swore again.
“You know what this reminds me of?” San said, voice tight with pain. “It’s like that night you came to my work, worried about Yunho. Do you remember when you let me hold you for a few minutes?”
“I had no idea who you really were,” I sneered at San. Icicles formed again around me, ready to stop him from fleeing. 
“No but you knew who Yunho was, didn’t you, Violet?” San replied back quickly.
I abruptly let go of San, shook running through all my nerves. I had to look at San’s face. “Of course I know who he is. Why are you so obsessed with Yunho, all of a sudden?”
“He’s always been obsessed with me.”
Yunho stepped into the lab from behind San, through another entrance. San laughed mirthlessly, “I knew you were skulking about somewhere, Golden Boy.” Somehow, San made his old nickname for Yunho sound like an insult.
Yunho jerked his head sharply. “Violet, back away from San. You know exactly what he’s really capable of.”
“I can’t hold this light much longer,” I said through gritted teeth, “Melt some concrete and capture him.”
“Capture him?” Yunho grinned. “Why aren’t you trying to kill him?”
“She tried that already.” San’s eyes wouldn’t leave mine even though he was talking to Yunho. 
“Then why isn’t he dead, Violet?” Yunho demanded.
The corner of San’s lip lifted into a smirk. “Because she isn’t a killer, Yunho.”
“This ends here, San. You’re going to be convicted for your crimes. You’re going to remain in Sector One Prison for the remainder of your life and then Rosé’s spirit might rest.” 
I used the rest of my powers to add in more icicles in the air so that the light reflecting was almost blinding, if not for my goggles that protected me. San raised his arms to cover his eyes, not used to not having his shadow cloak for protection. Or, that’s how it used to work when we were teammates. Now I had to think of him as the enemy. 
xxx {Flashback} xxx
“You know, the tabloids are having a field day with trying to figure out who you’re romantically interested in.” San manipulated the shadows, using his many shadow-arms to free people from the collapsing subway track. 
“Oh, didn’t you see? Reporter Kang has an exclusive. He has proof that we are a polyamorous relationship. Once, Yunho brought your head to his and he’s convinced we’re all fucking each other.” I used my ice powers to temporarily connect the tracks again.
“Is now really the time for this?” Yunho grunted. He finished cooling the concrete he had used to trap the criminals responsible for the explosions. 
San frowned. “I have to now! Once we wrap up here, you’ll go back to your photoshoot, Violet will disappear to her museum and I’ll be--”
“Wearing a banana sling for some cougar’s wild night out,” I grinned. 
San protested, “I make good money on those nights!”
I couldn't wipe my smile off my face. “I bet you do.”
“Enough!” Yunho said rather firmly, effectively shutting up San and I. “Make sure some of the people you saved stay around for statements. I’m gonna remain here to make sure the criminals go to the authorities. Diamond, why don’t you deal with the reporters?”
“Yeah, because I'm the best public speaker,” I said, rolling my eyes, but doing the task nonetheless.
“Diamond, Diamond!” The crowd of reports beginning to accrue behind the police ‘do not cross’ lines screamed at me once they saw me approach.
I put on my best friendly smile and held up both my hands, “The police will be releasing the official statement. Please be patient.”
“Diamond, is it true that the Justice Trio are all dating each other?” A reporter called out.
“Is it true that you and Shadow filmed a tentacle porn together?”
“Is it true that Vulcan has to use his powers in order to fuck you?”
The personal comments chipped away at me one by one but still my smile remained on my face. “No personal questions will be answered at this time. Please stay behind the lines and the police chief will be with you shortly.”
I moved away from the police lines but one particularly insistent reporter followed me from the crowd. It was none other than Kang Yeosang. “Diamond Ice!”
“Yeosang, I’m not talking to you,” I carefully folded my arms under my chest.
Yeosang smiled politely, putting away his recorder. “Off the record then.”
“Nothing’s off the record with you,” I scoffed.
“Has Vulcan ever talked to you about his childhood?” Yeosang’s dark eyes scanned my face for a reaction.
“Even if he did, I wouldn’t be talking about it to you. Goodbye, Reporter Kang.” I spun on my heel and went back to my partners.
“Ask him about Sunrise Flats, Diamond Ice. Your life depends on it.”
Those last words sent a chill down my spine but I dismissed it. Yeosang wasn’t a true reporter, he was just looking for the shock factor. He wanted a new photo for his tabloid, with me shocked and the title something like “Vulcan, test tube baby! Diamond devastated!”. He’d done an exposé on me once, claiming I was an alien from outer space. I couldn't take anything Yeosang said seriously.
San waved me over as he saw I was done with the press. “We’re almost wrapped up over here. Do you want to go back to HQ together?” 
My eyes searched for Yunho but he was walking behind the police chief. It looked like they were about to make the official statement. Yunho had it covered. I nodded my head. “I want to put some stuff into our database. Let’s go.”
I lifted my foot up, to create an ice path that I could slide with to make my way to HQ but San put a hand on my arm. “Wait,” He said, looking a little shy.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”
“It’s quicker if I take you with me,” San offered.
“Oh, San, I don’t think--”
“It’s faster!” San insisted. “It’ll only take a second.”
I took San’s offered hand, stepping closer to him, so close that I could smell his cologne. “That’s what he said,” I joked, trying to ease the tension in my body.
San chuckled under his breath. His shadows enveloped us both. “For the record--”
“San, I do not need to know,” I cut him off.
And just like that, the shadows were down and we were back at our HQ. It was an old part of the city, where the strip club had been built over. It was the main reason San was a stripper at the club. 
San smiled down at me, his dimples peeking out. “I mean you might wanna know. You never know what the future holds.”
I waved San’s comment away. “Please, we’ve got enough gossip with none of us being involved with each other in actuality. They’d have a field day if they found out some of us are actually fucking.”
San changed the subject. “What did Kang want with you? Did you confirm or deny we made tentacle porn together?”
“He mentioned something weird about Yunho,” I said, sighing and taking a seat at the database computer we used to profile the majority of the criminals we came across. “Something about Sunrise Flats?”
“I have no idea. You gonna ask Yunho? He’s pretty closed-lipped when it comes to his past.” San was behind me, leaning on the back of the chair for support.
I shook my head. “Yeosang is just probably trying to start shit. I’m not going to bite.”
“Bite me instead,” San suggested, poking his head beside mine, smiling devilishly.
“San, be serious!” I admonished him.
San sat on the lip of the desk, “I am being serious.”
“About what?” Yunho interrupted. He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes.
I felt myself paste on the same smile I usually reserved for the press. “He’s teasing me about the tabloids. You know they think you and San have a thing?”
Yunho laughed, throwing his head back. “They really love making stories about us, don’t they?” 
“Shouldn’t you be back to your photoshoot?” San raised an eyebrow at Yunho.
“Gonna ditch my suit first,” Yunho said. “Violet? You want a ride back to the museum?”
“Actually… San can just use his shadows. You don’t have to worry about me, Yunho.” I turned around in the chair. 
Yunho’s eyes appeared disapproving of the choice. “You don’t want to show up coming out of the shadows, Vi. It’s too risky.”
I smiled painfully. “You’re right. I’ll see you later, San.”
Yunho rid himself of his suit and changed into a dress shirt and a fresh pair of slacks in record time. He waited outside the other set of bathrooms from the old building in the basement we had converted to our HQ.
“If you two were seen going into the shadows together, you’re only going to fuel the tabloids more with their nonsense,” Yunho said from outside, while I was still getting dressed.
“We’re a team, Yunho, they’re always going to be looking too deep into everything we do.”
“Still,” Yunho insisted, “We should keep our noses clean.”
“Fine fine, Mister goodie-two shoes,” I agreed, “I’ll do my best not to tarnish our image.”
I walked out of the bathroom, hair in a messy bun and my business casual attire. Yunho’s eyes moved from my feet and swept up my body. When his eyes met mine, the corner of his lips pulled up. “Let’s go out for dinner before I drop you off to work.”
“I’ll just go get San--”
Yunho put a hand on my upper arm. “Just us.”
I tilted my head in confusion. “But you just said…?”
Yunho poked his cheek with his tongue. “No one knows that Jeong Yunho and Violet Dane are superheroes. We’re fine to be seen with each other.”
I clucked my tongue at him, “Yunho!” I half-heartedly scolded him.
“Is it because of that one time I put my forehead to San’s. You’re not jealous are you?” Yunho teased.
I sighed heavily, “This is what I get being a superhero team with two men.”
xxx{Present Time}xxx
It was just me, Yunho and San in the specialty-made swat truck that was transporting us all to Illusions Towers. That was our new HQ. It had a top of the line facility to hold supervillains in captivity while we questioned them. Once we arrived, the truck didn’t swing to the back but to the front doors. I sent Yunho a confused look but we both took one of San’s elbows and guided him into the tower.
The media were all over the place, of course, and low and behold, Kim Hongjoong, the CEO of Illusions, was in the lobby to greet us. He threw his arms open and was grinning ear to ear. “My pride and joy have brought in the notorious Shadow Mort.”
“Which one of you is pride and which one is joy,” San muttered under his breath.
I narrowed my eyes at the CEO, my back to the cameras at the entrance, of course. “Was this your idea?”
“Why Diamond, we need to document this momentous moment! You’re bringing in your old teammate turned villain! This will be huge for your careers!’ Hongjoong replied. I didn’t like the gleam in his eyes. 
We took photos that made my stomach turn and then we escorted San to the floor in the basement that held the cells for supervillains. 
“So, quite the upgrade from our old place, huh?” San mentioned cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to be jailed and probably sentenced. 
Yunho didn’t spare him a glance. “At least I don’t have to smell your cologne anymore from when you visited after a shift at the titty bar.”
“Hey, I made good money off these titties!” San protested good-naturedly. He smirked and then said, “Besides, my titties aren’t making the money anymore, apparently.”
I self-consciously tugged my deep-cut suit closer. “Not by choice.”
“Oh,” San looked at me curiously, “Then who made it for you?”
“You never did know when to shut the hell up, San,” Yunho barked. 
We arrived at the cell that was going to hold San. Yunho waved his watch piece over the key fob and the door slid open flawlessly. He pushed San in, none too gently, making San stumble in. 
“Yunho, Jesus!” I scolded him, moving inside to attach the chains that would hold San in place. 
“He killed your sister, Violet. Why do you have any sympathy for him?” Yunho said, staring down his nose at San like San was beneath him.
Pain wracked through me and his features softened. “I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll go report to Hongjoong and tell him San is secure.” The gentle whoosh from the door informed me Yunho had left.
“So, not everything is peachy-keen in paradise, huh?” San lifted an eyebrow at me.
“Why do you care?” I grumbled, “Like Yunho said, you made your decision a long time ago to be bad instead of good.”
“I have always cared, Vi. It’s torn me up every day that you believed that I was a person capable of killing.”
My head snapped up to meet San’s eyes. “Because you were covered in her blood, San.”
“I held her as she died but that doesn’t mean I did it!” San shouted at me. 
I backed away slowly from San. Why was he saying this stuff to me now? “No, you’re just trying to mess with my head. Yunho said he saw you do it.”
“Vi,” San’s eyes overflowed with tears and they streamed down his cheeks. “I never killed your sister. Why don't you believe me?"
My back hit the door and it made me yelp. "Stop fucking with me, San. If you didn't kill Rosé…"
San's gaze never left my face as the blood drained from it. “Say it, Violet.”
My legs gave out and I slid to the floor. I shook my head. “No. It can’t be true.”
San leaned forward. “I can tell you everything I did from the moment you left me at the strip club the night before Rosé’s death. I can give every minute detail. But can Yunho?”
“I gotta go,” I said shakily, attempting to stand back up.
San began to panic, tugging at his chains and making a lot of noise. “Wait, Vi, don’t leave me here. I didn’t do it. Please, you know I’m not a bad person. I would have never let them lock you up for a death if you had said you didn’t do it.”
That hit me like a ton of bricks. San was standing, the chains pulling his arms backwards as he attempted to move as far as the chains would allow. His face was still tear stained and it pulled at something in my heart. I couldn't afford to believe anyone by their own words. I had to go speak with Yeosang and find out about Sunrise Flats. 
“I’m going to seek the truth, San. And if I discover you’re innocent, I will come back for you. Justice will win,” I vowed.
All of San’s energy drained from him and he sat back down on the bench against the wall, appearing defeated. “I would have believed you,” He whispered one last time.
I found Yeosang working late at the office of his publisher. I was let in without a fuss once I said I had an exclusive for Reporter Kang. The hard part was going to be getting the actual truth from Yeosang.
His eyes widened upon seeing me before his face blanked to a pleasant smile. "Diamond, how nice to see you."
"You once told me to look into Sunrise Flats. I don't have time to dig, tell me what you know," I demanded.
Yeosang shrugged. "Don't you have a certain ex-stripper in your capable hands? Isn't that enough to worry about."
"You… you know who Shadow is?" I took a step back. If he knew about San…
"Of course," Yeosang said, stretching his arms above his head.
"Then, why haven't you published it?"
Yeosang raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't have the full story yet, do I?"
"Yeosang," I growled. I grabbed a fistful of his dress shirt and heaved him out of his seat to stand. "Tell me what you know."
"How about, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours?" Yeosang counter offered.
"What do you want?" 
"I'll tell you Yunho's origin story if you tell me yours," Yeosang smirked.
"You already know mine!" I snarled, "a meteorite from deep cold space penetrated my heart--"
Yeosang laughed. "Like I believe any of that bullshit Illusion feeds to the public. I want the real story. The nitty gritty. Give me the good stuff."
God, Yeosang was like an addict looking for his favorite drug; he was almost crazy for it. "Fine. I'll tell you. But first, what is Sunrise Flats?"
Yeosang adjusted the glasses from falling down his nose. "Sunrise Flats is where Yunho grew up. They were a set of apartment buildings. When Yunho came into his powers, he killed everyone in them. Both buildings. The wreckage was officially stated as bad infrastructure, the builders slapped with a fine and it was all conveniently swept under the rug."
"H-how many people died? There wasn't a single survivor? But we don't kill! We never kill!"
“San, he almost beat someone to a pulp,” I said, tears pulling at the corners of my eyes. 
Yeosang shrugged again. "Not a very good origin story for your golden boy captain, huh? That stupid story about falling into a volcano while his family was in Greece is much better. Chosen by the God's," Yeosang made a rude noise, "Yeah right."
"I… I have to go find Yunho." I stumbled backwards.
Yeosang's eyes widened, "Wait, what about--!"
But I was rushing out of there, barely able to keep it together. I wanted to cry, I wanted to rage. My ice skin came out to protect me but it couldn't protect me from this.
I went back to Illusions Tower only to discover Yunho was with Hongjoong. They were having a very intense discussion, albeit quiet because I couldn't hear a word of it. "Vulcan," I said his name curtly.
Without turning to address me, he said, "In a minute, Diamond."
"I know about Sunrise Flats."
Yunho, very slowly, turned around to face me. His face was unreadable. Hongjoong clucked his tongue. "I'll have to fire someone now."
Yunho’s skin began to crack. "Who told you?"
"That doesn't matter! Yunho! Please tell me you didn't--"
"I did." Yunho's eyes were dark and emotionless. "I killed all those people. That's the truth. Now. Who. Told. You?"
I felt my world crumble around me. "Then that means San was right!"
"San?!" Yunho bellowed. "I'll kill him."
I stepped in front of Yunho and I shook my head. "Haven't you ruined enough of his life?"
Yunho stared at me for a moment before casting his head back and laughing. "I haven't ruined his life enough, if this is the result of what's happened so far."
"How could you have killed Rosé and pin it on San! I thought I knew you? What hasn't been a lie between us?" I wailed helplessly.
“You were falling in love with him!” Yunho roared. His eyes were getting crazed. “I couldn't let that happen. So maybe I slipped into the group chat your sister was involved in, the support group where people had superfamily. Maybe I fed her the knowledge of where to get your blood so that she could become super too. Maybe I set up San to be the one to fall for her death. Your sister, San, they’re all the same! They were stealing you away from me. And look at us now. I’m your whole world. And it would have worked too.”
xxx {Flashback} xxx
"You know, I never thought we'd make it this far," San mused over his whiskey sour.
I crossed my legs, beside him at a bar on a stool. "What part?" I took my lilac gin cocktail from the bartender.
San sipped, eyes far away and looking inward. "Becoming a team. Finding a family. I thought I'd be alone. Everyone around me found my shadows terrifying."
I considered how I felt, enveloped in his shadows. "It feels comfortable," I shrugged.
San's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropping in shock before he schooled his features. His smirk replaced it, a gleam in his eyes, wicked and sinful. "Comfortable enough to let me touch you with them?"
I sent San a look of confusion. A hesitant smile painted my lips, waiting for him to laugh and tell me he was joking, but it never came. "San?"
He raised his eyebrows, the one with two scars that bisected it. "Oh shit," I cursed under my breath. Instead of sipping my cocktail, I downed it. "Okay, we're doing this."
"Are we?" San waited for me expectantly.
The air was palpable with anticipation. Regardless of San’s obvious flirting, or Yunho’s intense interest in me, there was always a part of me that was pulled towards San. His heart was in the right place, even if he tried to cover it up with being lecherous. But this time felt different, felt vulnerable. I wanted to pursue it, this time it was about me wanting to see the ‘what if’s’ become solid and real.
We tumbled into the hotel room that we quickly booked. A drink at a hotel bar, in celebration of a recent job well done with a true villain put behind bars and Yunho left behind to ensure it, turned into the night San and I sought if we were compatible or not. We never did wait for Yunho to show up, our selfish desires drawing us together for a night to see if this was what we both wanted.
San gripped my head between both of his hands, eyes serious. “You’re sure about this? Ten thousand percent? Because I’m about to let everything loose. I can’t--” His eyes flashed at the potential loss, “--I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you rejected me. You have to be sure.”
“Do you remember the first time we met?” I offered instead.
San’s crooked smile, the genuine one that I adored, poked out. “Yeah. I stole that lollipop for you with my shadows because the convenience store shop owner always complained that you made his store cold and froze his products.”
“Didn’t I take the lollipop from your shadow tentacle without a hint of reservation?” I pointed out.
“You’ve always trusted me, haven’t you?” San looked gobsmacked at the realization. 
“I’ve never thought you’d hurt me with them. I never thought they were tainted. They were just a part of you, San. They always have been.”
San kissed me so enthusiastically, I was lost in his lips. Both of our hands quickly discarded each other’s clothing, lips barely parting in order to do so. We were hungry for each other, it seemed. 
He shyly produced his shadow arms, only two more appendages than he normally sported. I held out my hand and he tickled my palm with one. I laughed for him and his smile became bigger. He replaced his shadow with his hand, pulling my back flush with his chest. He turned my head so he could kiss me some more, this time slower and more sensual. When I was distracted with his lips again, his hands holding my head firmly in place, his shadow arms began to tease the underside of my breasts. I moaned into his mouth when the shadows began to tighten around my nipples, playing with how perk they were.
“It’s gonna be a lot,” San murmured against my lips.
“I like a lot,” I whispered back.
San’s shadows released my nipples and wrapped around my wrists, raising my arms above my head and leaving me vulnerable. San casted his gaze up and down my body. "Ready?"
"Ready," I said firmly.
Shadows exploded from San's body, as many arms as he intended to find pleasure spots of mine. A tentacle for each nipple, a slim finger for my clit and ass, and a thick one for my pussy. Two other arms held my legs open, wrapped just under my knees to keep them bent. He had been right to warn me. One final shadow pushed into my mouth, slowly moving in and out. I was feeling so many sensations at once that my mind was simply white static noise other than the pleasure I was feeling.
I could feel San's hands run up my thighs, reassuring me that he was still here and everything was going according to plan. I opened my eyes, to find I was eye-level with his, and he looked positively radiant. Happy to be himself, happy to be with me, just plain happy. 
He removed the shadow in my mouth and it was covered with my saliva but I whimpered at the loss of the weight on my tongue. He giggled lightly. "Want the real deal?" 
"Please!" I begged immediately.
His shadows changed my position so my hands were held at the small of my back but my legs were bent behind me, toes more towards my head now. The other three tentacles working my cunt, my ass and my clit were still moving diligently. My head was now at level with his cock and I felt drool move down the corner of my mouth.
San affectionately wiped it for me. "Open wide for me, Vi."
I stuck my tongue out and San took that opportunity to rub the head of his cock there. He moaned prettily for me and then eagerly stuck his cock into my mouth. With all my control taken away from me, San could set whatever pace he wanted. He shallowly fucked my mouth, pushing his head against the softness of my cheek. I did my best to swirl my tongue around his head when he pulled back but too soon, San was huffing above me and he pulled out.
“Fuck, your mouth is too good,” He whined. 
“Come in my mouth, San,” I pleaded, “We have all night.”
“Wanna taste you too,” San insisted and the position changed again.
His shadows held me high enough that San could eat me out while remaining standing. His tentacles moved away from my lower body, instead caressing my thighs, my stomach, any piece of skin that was available. San’s mouth and his own fingers replaced them and I honestly couldn't tell you which felt better; the cool comfort of his shadows or the wet, hot relief of his mouth and true touch. 
San’s tongue circled my clit, the tip teasing my swollen nub, around and around and making me squirm for more. His finger dipped into cunt, pushing in and out slowly, slicking up his finger with my wetness, only to do the same thing with his thumb. Once he flattened his tongue on my clit, turning his head left and right, he pushed his thumb into my pussy and his forefinger into my ass. My back bowed, for as much as the shadows holding me aloft would allow, and I let out such a long, lustful moan that San chuckled deeply. The tentacles on my nipples teased my pert nipples and I felt like I was in heaven because surely that’s what this much pleasure equated to.
With all the stimulation, I came undone for San almost quicker than he had been panting for me. My first orgasm slammed into me, pushing the air out of my lungs, and making me choke on my own saliva. I was breathing heavily, barely coming down from my high before San lowered me down until I felt my feet touch the floor.
“Sannie?” I opened my eyes. When his shadows slithered away from supporting me, I slowly sank to my knees, my ass sitting on top of my feet. 
“How do you want us?” San’s eyes were hooded as they looked down at me. 
“I want it all,” I whispered, clawing at his legs in an attempt to pull myself up.
“Again?” He asked, somehow still surprised by my acceptance of him and his shadows.
“I need you inside of me,” I said against his bronze skin. I kissed his hipbone as I brought myself to my knees, and kissed the tip of his cock as well. “Need you deep inside of me, with all your shadows and hands upon me. I want everything you can give me.”
San’s hands cupped my elbows and helped me stand up. “What about my heart?” He wondered.
“We’ll see how well you take care of me after everything,” I teased, pushing my lips to his.
San pulled back, still somewhat seriously, still kinda teasing me. “What about Yunho?”
I moved to push a piece of hair out of his eye. “What about Yunho?” I echoed back to him.
San’s shadows pushed and pulled me until I fell back onto the bed in the hotel room. I watched as San crawled over me and then pressed his lower half to mine, nudging my legs out of the way. One of his shadows wrapped around my upper thigh to cock that leg and make more room for San’s tiny waist. 
“I want to watch your face as I enter you for the first time,” San murmured.
I shuddered at his words. “You’re such a romantic.”
One of San’s tentacles reached over to his discarded jeans and pulled a condom from it. The shadow brought the package to his lips and San ripped it open with aid from the tentacle and his teeth. I watched with bated breath as the shadow rolled the condom on his cock. “Can’t have wee baby superheroes running around yet, can we?” San joked.
My heart stopped at the mention. Of course the tabloids would have a field day but a mini San made me want one immediately. I shook my head. Now was not the time for such thoughts.
San wetted his lips and pushed his fingers between my own, palm to palm. “I--”
I put a finger to his lips. “No, San, not yet. Don’t tell me yet. Tell me when we can be romantic about it. For now, I just want this to be in the moment.”
San leaned down to kiss me and then I could feel his shadows slither into place. He pulled back so he could line himself up with my cunt and then he pushed inside of me. His eyes were glued to my face, watching as it contorted in pleasure. 
“San,” I whined until he was completely inside of me. “Don’t-don’t move. Just let me--let me!”
“Didn’t my shadows prepare you for me?” San teased, a smile pulling up the corner of his mouth.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, effectively trapping him there. “I just want to absorb the feeling of you inside of me.”
San’s features softened. “Violet…”
I raised a hand to his face, “Not yet, San, not yet.”
I wanted to capture this moment in my memory. I could feel my heart expanding with a feeling that had been slowly unfurling there for a while now. It was just a small sprout and it needed to be protected. I’d water it soon, but for now, it was going to stay a little spout of feelings.
“Okay, you can move now,” I said, giving San the green light.
He nudged me with his hips, pulling out and then pushing back in. When he didn’t feel any resistance, he picked up the pace and I whimpered. “Feels good?” San checked in with me.
“Mmmm!” was all I could manage. Once his tentacles began to have their way with me, there weren't any coherent words coming from my mouth.
“Already dumb from me and my shadows?” San poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
“Yes, yes, oh god, yes,” I chanted.
I started to let go and I could feel my powers coming to the surface. "San, my powers--!"
"It's okay, I can take it." San's shadows coated his skin just in time. My entire body was covered in ice, the reflection of the lights above softly glancing off of me. Some of San’s shadows receded as a result and the cold hit his bare skin. He hissed at the contact.
"Sorry," I apologized. I managed to reduce my ice a bit but it was going to go again when I came.
San shook his head, grinning, whether in pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell. "I like some pain with my sex."
"Can we--hhhhnnnnnn--can we come? Together?" I panted.
“Quickly, before you give me frost burn,” San teased.
San braced his body with his arms supporting most of his weight, caging me in. His shadows pinned my arms above my head, but this time they stroked my hands reassuringly instead of dominating me. San pistoned his hips, his body waving above my own. He was a sight to behold. His skin a motley color, where his shadows protected him, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and his eyes hooded, eyes only for me. His whines built along with my own and then we came with a kaleidoscope of colors as my skin reflected every ray of light in the room.
San sluggishly thrusted into me, emptying into the condom as I came down from my high and pushed my powers back into the safe box until I actually required them. Then San pulled out, looking to dispose of the condom. His shadows left my body almost reluctantly, a teasing finger flicking my sensitive clit and making me cry out. 
San was as naked as the day he was born but he still struck such a figure, confident in his body. I sighed at the sight of him and accidentally muttered, “I love you.”
San pouted heavily, “Hey, you said to wait!”
I couldn't help but laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it just came out!”
“Telling me I can’t say it yet,” San sulked some more, “How was that romantic?”
I heaved myself off the bed and made my way to the massive bathroom connected to the hotel room. “Let’s go be romantic in the bathtub together. You can tell me there.”
San’s lips were in perma-pout now. “I don’t want to now.”
I leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom, a grin threatening to split my face. “I love you, Choi San.”
xxx{Present Time}xxx
I had been falling in love with San. It had only been a few nights later when Rose had broken into the lab. Half of my life I had to live in shame with my powers and the other half had been a lie, whether to myself or it had been told to me. It was time I lived my truth. I had believed the wrong person this entire time. I had said I had always trusted San, with my body and my heart. How many times was I going to sit back and let someone else drive my life?
"What are you saying, Yunho? That you love me? That you did this all for love?" It was time to put that acting to use for myself.
Yunho nodded, looking hopeful. "Yes! You finally understand."
I let my face turn soft and full of wonder. "Oh, Yunho."
Yunho opened his arms to accept me. "Finally! Now, it's my time! Come to me, my beloved. Come to me and let us bring justice to the world together."
I walked into his arms, wrapping my own around his body. "Did you always love me with such dedication, Yunho?"
Yunho kissed the crown of my head. "My heart has always been yours."
I raised my hand as if to cup the back of his neck, crooking my finger instead. "Then I guess you won't be needing it."
The only way for my ice to defeat Yunho’s fire was to catch Yunho unaware. He never saw the icicle because it was produced behind his back. I pointed my finger and the icicle flew, piercing Yunho right through the heart. "My heart has always belonged to San," I whispered to him.
I couldn't help myself. My tongue came out to taste Yunho’s blood on the ice protruding from his chest as he gurgled loudly, blood filling his lungs. I was disappointed to find it just tasted like copper. 
I let Yunho’s body collapse. He reached out one last time, mouth moving but no words leaving them. "Goodbye, Yunho. Tell my sister that she is avenged, finally."
The CEO, Kim Hongjoong, had never actually left his office. He had remained for a front row seat for the entire show. "Well, I guess I should release San. And call for a press conference. We've become a supervillain company."
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⚔️For my Year of the Villains Collab 
⚔️Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader 
⚔️Genre: Hero/villain au, Medieval Au
⚔️Word Count: 5,364
⚔️Warnings: just two consensual adults having sex, lovemaking, praise kink kinda sorta, penetrative sex, yeaaaaaah
⚔️Rated: 18+ mdni, mentions of death(like seriously, a lot of character deaths), blood, physical fighting
⚔️Summary:  You are a hedge knight about to turn the world upside down. You have a plan to join the Kingsguard and in order to do that, you must defeat Jongho, the captain. Playing a game of revenge is a dangerous game, and one you might not win in, considering the way Jongho looks at you...
⚔️Dedication: @mejuii @downtoamagicalland​ my beta readers whom will make my ego so impossibly huge that I will never be able to be humble ever again >< sorry for the tears. and also to Jongho, since this is my first fic of his, i wanted it to be amazing!
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"Jongho."
It was the way you said his name, sometimes, that made him want to lay down his sword forever and let you take care of him. It wasn't that his life wasn't fulfilling. It was that it was lonely. And you ate away at his loneliness like you were a bookworm in an ancient library. You were the demon that sucked all of his negative energy and left him with only good. He woke up one day and found that you had poisoned his heart with love and he didn't want anything else.
"Jongho?" You quirked your head at him, "Am I here on my own or are we going to fight?"
Jongho focused his eyes and broke into a gentle smile. "Oh, we're going to fight. You're going to lose again, but we'll still fight."
You laughed under your breath. "No, I think today will be the day I win."
Jongho didn't look so convinced. "What makes today special?"
You smiled, like you knew something he didn't. "That it is today."
Jongho rolled his neck, moving his shoulders in his practice gear. "Okay then. Show me why today is special."
You raised your shield, placing your short sword on the top. "No crying when you lose."
Jongho laughed, a short barking noise that made the corners of your lips lift up. "It's funny you think I cry."
You shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure you cry. In the right circumstances, of course."
Jongho unsheathed his sword, a large bastard sword that he pulled from his back. His muscles bulged as he held it aloft but it did not appear to be a struggle for him. "Disarm me. Disarm me and I'll introduce you to the King. That's what this has been about the entire time, right?"
The two of you began to circle each other. One foot carefully put in front of the other, knees bent and grace winding you in an endless circle. Your eyes were on Jongho's head. Where his head went, as did his body. You would wait for him to strike because he always did. Jongho wasn't much on defence. He didn't need to be.
He lunged and you dodged. The first attack was always a heavy over-hander. You learned very quickly that raising your shield, even though all your instincts screamed at you to block, was not going to help you win. Half the time Jongho hit your shield so hard it left your entire right arm numb. The other half of the times you wound up on your knees and you were never able to regain the higher ground.
"Very good, Hedge Knight. You're much better than when you first got here."
You were a wandering knight. You had no master. You were simply hired on to solve simple lords problems for coin. You went where the money pulled you. Or that's what Jongho believed. What you had led him to believe. You wanted him to believe you were a nobody. It was better if the Captain of the Kingsguard believed that. 
"Is that some jealousy I heard in your voice?" You said, the circling beginning again.
"Jealousy?" Jongho sounded genuinely confused. If you could focus on Jongho's face, you would see the way his lower lip made a sweet 'u' in puzzlement. 
"You've known since the beginning what I'm here for Jongho. I made it very clear to you." Your voice was steady and level. You were attempting to be reasonable with a bear. At least the bear wasn't angry yet.
"Yes, I know." 
Jongho never shouted before he attacked. Jongho never let you know what he was about to do. Many knights, soldiers, fighters, yelled as if they needed to verbalize the courage it took to attack. But not Jongho. He was big but he was silent. He was damn good too.
His blade came out of nowhere and you had no choice but to parry. His dark blade glided along your gilded one with a satisfying shing. Jongho was grinning now. "That was showy."
You smiled. "I figure, you should be entertained while you fight. Must be boring, fighting me every day for months now."
Jongho was confused again. "No. Are you bored?"
Your smile grew on your face. "No, Jongho. I'm not bored fighting the Captain of the Kingsguard."
Jongho grinned. "Are you flattering me?"
"You? The Bear of the Castle? The man who single-handedly helped the king regain his throne once he became of age. One of the seven who championed our good King into achieving his realm of peace and happiness? The--"
Jongho took advantage of your long winded speech, an uppercut swing almost taking the tip of your nose off if you had not taken a quick step backwards.
"Those are stories people tell each other during the night to entertain themselves." Jongho's dark eyes were serious now. "Don't believe everything you've heard."
You sighed. "I heard that you were the biggest cock that any wench had seen in every damn inn and town you visited. Should I not believe that?"
Jongho began to choke on his own saliva, completely taken off guard by that comment. You slammed into him with your shield, solidly knocking his sword out of his hands. You brought the tip of your sword to tap under Jongho's chin. "I win."
Jongho's eyes became stormy with an emotion that you had never seen in them before. You couldn't read him at this moment. 
"You're not jealous. You're hurt." 
Jongho broke your gaze and bent down to pick up his sword. He brandished it and then sheathed it. "Why would I be hurt?"
"I'm not so sure myself," You said slowly, as if you needed to chew on your words to understand them yourself. "You know I need a meeting with the King. You told me, not everyone is able to demand such a thing. You told me if I beat you, disarmed you, that you would introduce me to the king. You said--"
"I know what I said!" Jongho shouted.
You frowned at him. "Are we not friends? Have we not become comrade in arms while I've been here? Have I not put my all into these attempts? Have I not earned this in your eyes? Am I not worthy enough to meet him? What is wrong with me?"
"No," Jongho said this quietly. "Nothing is wrong with you."
"Then what is going on, Jongho?" You demanded. You took a step forward, sheathing your sword and placing your shield on your back. "Tell me."
Jongho took a step back. "There's a chance to have an audience with him tonight. I'll arrange it."
You let out a noise of frustration. "Jongho."
"I am simply a tool of his majesty. If he deems you another good tool to have in his arsenal, then he will invite you to be a part of the Kingsguard. You will no longer have to wander to earn coin. You could… remain here." Jongho paused to swallow. "You could put roots down."
You stripped your gloves off your hands and tucked them into the belt that held your sword sheath. You gripped the front of Jongho's boiled leather chest plate. "Talk to me Jongho."
"It would be good. For you to be a part of the Kingsguard."
"It would be."
Jongho blew out air from his mouth, moving the fringes of his hair. "It would be good to still be able to practice together. Every day. Like we have been. Still." His jilted sentences made no sense.
"Your help has been indispensable to my talents. Jongho, please, you must know how much I admire you."
Jongho's eyes flicked your way and then moved away again. "Admire?"
You licked your lips. "You didn't deny my previous statement."
"You made a lot of statements."
"Are you going to make me say it out loud again?" You asked.
"It's true," Jongho muttered under his breath, "They all say that."
"Well, then that's something else of yours I can admire."
That brought Jongho's back to yours again. The pure surprise was written all over his face. You started to laugh, you couldn't help it. "What? Is that frowned upon if I join the Kingsguard?"
Jongho began to stutter. "Well that's--I mean no, not necessarily--but!"
"Jongho."
Your voice steadied him. He settled, standing a little bit straighter. He held his breath as your hand cupped the curve of his cheek. 
"Tell me."
"I thought… I thought you wanted to get to the King. I thought you wanted to get close to him. I thought I was the means to the end. I thought--"
Your voice became chilly. "Did you think I was looking to become Queen?"
"He won't, you know. He had one love. She died before he became King. He'll never love again. If he can't have her as his queen, he'll have no one."
"I know." You cleared your throat, banishing what was stuck there. "I know the story."
"Then?" Jongho's voice was clogged with something heavy.
You pasted a smile on your face. "Like you said. I want to put down roots. I'm tired, Jongho. My soul is tired. I want consistency. I want the best consistency. I want to be a part of the Kingsguard. I don't want to be Queen."
Jongho's hands shook as his hand encompassed yours. He pulled it away from his cheek but he didn't let it go. "Who do you want then?"
"If the question is who, then, I think I should be drunk and you should be congratulating me on becoming a part of the Kingsguard."
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The dinner was arranged in the great hall. Everyone was present. Jongho laid forward his case. Surely a knight who could disarm him could become one of the Kingsguard.
"But she's not one of us," Wooyoung was quick to say.
Seonghwa frowned. "I thought you loved men AND women."
Wooyoung shook his head. "In bed, Seonghwa. That doesn't mean that applies to--THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
Seonghwa flinched as Wooyoung slammed his tankard against the table. "Well, what do you mean?"
"She wasn't here. She didn't fight the old Kingsguard. She didn't watch--"
"Wooyoung."
Mingi, at the head of the long table, stopped Wooyoung before he could bring up the one great tragedy in the King's life. His fingers were steepled, his eyes in deep thought. 
"What do you think, Seonghwa?"
Seonghwa grinned toothily, "Can the King really have too many guards?"
It was simple but effective. 
"Your Majesty--"
Mingi raised a hand to halt Jongho. "I already made my decision."
Wooyoung sat down heavily, a smug look painted on his face. "That's what I'm saying. Mingi understands."
"On your feet, Hedge Knight."
You stood. You bowed at the waist, arm tucked against your stomach. "Your majesty."
"You are not dismissed."
Wooyoung's mouth made an 'o' in surprise. "Sorry--what?!"
"When was the last time someone disarmed Jongho?" Mingi asked.
Seonghwa's eyes moved back and forth in thought, as if he was searching his memories. "San?"
Everyone suddenly sported a ghost of a smile. Everyone except for you but you were used to being left out when it came to stories of the days of old. 
"It was the fight for who would become Captain," Wooyoung recalled. "San disarmed him. He had that stupid grin he got when he won anything. And he said something horribly disgraceful like 'A bear can't defeat a mountain'."
Mingi's dark eyes studied you. It took everything in you to not tremble. Everything depended on this moment. "San was a good knight. So is Jongho."
Seonghwa's head swung between his companions and then his gaze landed on you. "So is she, apparently."
Mingi stood up suddenly, clapping his hands together. "Then it's decided."
"Fine!" Wooyoung agreed, quite grumpy. "Fine, she can join. But I don't have to like it."
"But I thought--" Seonghwa looked confused again.
"In bed, Seonghwa!" Wooyoung threw up his hands in the air. "Can we vote on kicking Seonghwa out as well?"
Jongho slapped Wooyoung behind the head for his remark. 
"You may kneel, Hedge--" Mingi cut himself off, smiling endearingly, "I suppose you are no longer a Hedge Knight."
The king knighted you, amongst the bickering knights, Jongho and the crackling of the large fire. You became a knight of the kingsguard amongst the shadows and the camaraderie. You were a part but not. It was an interesting conundrum. 
"What shall you pick as your symbol as a knight of the kingsguard?" Mingi asked curiously.
You smiled, "Why, a robin."
You watched as Mingi absorbed your words. Watched them sink into his consciousness and ring the bell of awareness. "A robin? I knew someone once who loved robins."
"I saw a robin take flight this morning, Your Majesty. It is a symbol of new beginnings. It seems fitting."
Mingi's eyes were unfocused. He was no longer present but living a memory that haunted him. You grew satisfied that she wasn't forgotten, at least. Mingi shook his head and returned back to the present. "Yes. And luck. And spring."
"Stupid," Wooyoung spit onto the floor. "Who's going to be afraid of a Robin?"
Mingi's eyes grew stormy. Wooyoung avoided his gaze immediately. 
"What did Yeosang used to say about Wooyoung's fox symbol?" Seonghwa wondered.
"He used to say," Jongho's mouth twisted into a smirk, "That at least you wouldn't be surprised when his dagger was in your back. Typical tricksy fox antics."
Wooyoung crossed his arms and sunk into his chair, clearly unsatisfied. "I never stabbed anyone in the back. Ever."
Jongho chuckled, slapping Wooyoung shoulder companionably. "Exactly. Everyone always overestimated you. Now they'll underestimate her."
"Oh, that's smart," Seonghwa said out loud, eating again.
"Can we drink now?" Jongho's eyes were merry, dancing in happiness, "I believe some congratulations are in order."
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"I can't…" Jongho faltered on his words but it was simply because he needed to weigh them with his worries. "I cannot have you for just this one night."
You paused disrobing him, hands on the hem of his shirt. You looked around in thought. "There could be other nights, depending on whether you prove the wench's true."
"Don't jest, please, in this one moment, I beg of you." Jongho took both your hands into his own hands. 
"Why do you think I'm joking?"
"This is a matter of the heart, for me." He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them. "There can only be no night of this or every night of this."
"Do you question my dedication, Captain?" You raised an eyebrow.
Jongho shook his head. "I don't want to be your captain. Not here."
"Jongho." 
Jongho's eyebrows furrowed. He sported that same expression from before; like he was hurting. "I would do anything for you." He moved to his knees, to be supplicant before you. He brought your hands to his lips again. "You own my heart." 
You bent over at the waist. Your own flowing shirt had come loose awhile ago. Your corset held it in place but the ties at your chest had come undone. Jongho's eyes greedily ate up your revealed skin. You knew you were the one in power, at this moment. 
"Should I take it then?"
Jongho's eyes, sincere and serious, found yours. "If I could rip it from my chest and give it to you myself, I would."
"Good thing that isn't necessary to prove your words. Otherwise that would look quite bad on my part, hmmm? The captain dying in my bed chambers? My newly given bed chambers?" You giggled. "Are we christening my bedchambers, Captain?"
Jongho yanked on your hands, bringing you tumbling into his body. "I seem to remember asking you to be serious." He wasn't truly angry. He was using his strength to his advantage. No, you had let him use his strength to his advantage.
You pouted. "You're no fun, Jongho, truly."
Jongho captured your chin firmly between his fingers. "I will be kissing that pout off your face now, my love."
"Okay," You whispered.
You let Jongho take what he needed. With every brush of his fingers, every lick, he was telling you how he loved you. The hollow of your throat was marked with love bites. Your breasts were squeezed with enthusiasm that only a starved man was capable of. His hands enjoyed manhandling your waist, feeling it in between and to claim as his. Lips trailed along your thighs, small growls erupting from his throat when you attempted to close them on his head when he wasn't done with you yet. Jongho didn't want to fornicate with you, he wanted to make love to your body. 
This was a moment you had anticipated. It was a part of the plan. What you had not calculated for was the reverence this man had for you. There was not one inch of skin that he didn't want to pray to. When Jongho said he loved you, he meant every single piece that made you you. He even kissed the softness of your eyelids, murmuring to the veins there. You had not calculated how Jongho's love would affect you.
"Jongho, Jongho," You chanted his name.
He blinked slowly, as if he was coming up from a daydream. "Tell me what is lacking. I can do it."
You couldn't help but snicker at him. He thought that you were trying to tell him how to correct a wrong but you were attempting to pull the love from this lovemaking. "Nothing. You lack nothing but it seems you are neglecting yourself."
Jongho shook his head. "I only need you."
You put a hand on his chest, fingers curling along his collarbones. "You have me. But you have not allowed me to return the favor."
"No." His voice was hoarse as your hands skimmed up his thighs as he lay beside you on the bed.
"No?" You found him hard at the junction of his thighs and he breathed in sharply when you took him in your hand. "How could you deny me this?" You slowly stroked him and Jongho groaned, tossing his head back in ecstasy. "So velvety soft but so hard." You squeezed him gently and Jongho cried out.
"Don't--" He hissed as you stroked him again. "I do not want to coat your hand with my seed."
"What about my mouth then?" You asked cheekily.
"No," Jongho grunted. 
He pushed you to your back, placing his body between your thighs. "I would feel your wet softness, feel you around me." His adam's apple bobbed. "Let me have you. Truly."
You raised yourself so that you could capture his lips with yours. He let you delve into his mouth, taste the wine he had imbibed on. Jongho took everything you gave of him. "I already told you, Jongho. You have me."
Your legs were spread widely to receiving Jongho. He sunk into you, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to not burst before he could reside inside of you. "Beloved," Jongho whispered.
You caressed his face. "I'm here, Jongho. I'm here."
Jongho opened his eyes at the first thrust. His upper lip twitched as a snarl left his mouth. "You are mine."
You lifted your hips for the second thrust and Jongho snarled again. "Yours. All yours, love."
His arms caged you but it was not a trap. You felt safe in his embrace. His hips moved with accuracy only a skilled lover was knowledgeable in. One hand pushed down your thigh, spreading you even wider for him. "You take me so well," Jongho marvelled.
"Those other girls didn't know what they were getting into, Jongho," You chuckled and then gasped as Jongho made you see stars behind your eyelids. "God."
"Tell me," Jongho whispered.
"So--so good," You whimpered. "You fill me so well. I feel so full. You--" You gasped again as another sharp thrust pushed you towards your goal. "You are stroking me in just the right place. I've never--hnnnnn--never had a lover--Jongho, god. How--how am I supposed to--speak of--?" Your mind became a jumble of unfinished sentences. That part was not faked. He was truly making you speechless with each thrust. 
Jongho gathered you so that you sat up with him. You were practically cross-eyed staring back at him. Every gasp of yours painted his mouth moist with your breath. Your chests were pressed up against each other, hard to your soft. There was barely a gap between the two of you and that was exactly what Jongho wanted.
"My world is yours. My breath is yours. I cannot live if your heart does not beat. I once thought Mingi a fool for leaving his kingdom heirless but now I know why. His truth. I could never lose you. I would rather lose myself before I let that happen. I would see you climax all night before I saw even one."
"Jongho, no," You disagreed.
Jongho smiled. It showed the pink of his gums but the quaint way his eyes squeezed close in glee punched the air out of your lungs. He was genuinely happy in this one moment. "Do not worry about me."
You slapped his chest lightly. "And who was the one who insisted we remain serious?"
Jongho consumed your lips in a rush of love that thrummed through him. Your bodies met again and again and then Jongho was consuming your sighs of satisfaction. You came around him, walls fluttering around him, taking him for all he was worth. Jongho wasn't far behind you, holding your hips hard against his so that he could bury himself deep inside of you. You remained like that for a while. Jongho was busy running his hand up and down the indent of your spine and you were keen on playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. The intimacy of remaining wound together like this was not lost on either of you.
"Will you let me love you for all my days?" Jongho asked softly.
"Your love will be alive in my heart even after," You promised.
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It was the following evening when you sprung your plan into motion. You offered to take Jongho's late night shift. You smiled sweetly at him and told him of how you wanted to creep into your bed late at night and find him sleeping there. So Jongho let you change shifts with guarding the king and then there was nothing in the way of exacting your revenge.
Mingi had not died quietly, which you had not cared about but it did bring Wooyoung and Seonghwa straight to the King's bedchambers just as you finished wiping your dagger clean.
Seonghwa fell upon Mingi's body with an earth-shattering sob that would have made even the angels cry along with him. Wooyoung grabbed you and called for the lesser guards for manacles. They had you in the hallway outside the King's bedchambers in minutes. 
Wooyoung beat you while he sobbed with his teeth biting down on his lower lip. "How could you?"
One of the lesser guards had gone to wake up the captain and when Jongho saw you on your knees with your hands behind your back and Wooyoung swinging his hands at your head, he broke into a full fledged run.
"Wooyoung!"
Wooyoung's arm went out to bar Jongho's way. Jongho was so consumed with getting to you that he clearly didn't think that he could simply break through it. "She is not one of us," Wooyoung said for the umpteenth time.
"What do you mean, she's not one of us?" Jongho demanded.
"Mingi is dead, Jongho."
Jongho shook his head. "He's not."
"Tell that to Seonghwa. He can't let go of the corpse."
That seemed to slap the reality into Jongho. "What?"
"She killed him."
"No."
You spit some blood out of your mouth and cackled. "I did."
"No. She doesn't know what she's talking about."
"She's not looking to hide it, Jongho." Wooyoung lifted his hand to slap you but Jongho stopped him. 
"Touch her again and I'll have your balls," Jongho threatened.
You smiled widely, pleased that the bear had his collar around his neck and he didn't even know it. "I told you, Wooyoung."
Wooyoung gripped Jongho by his upper arms. "You are the Captain of the guard. You are the best of us. Mingi is dead. Dead on your watch! San never--"
Jongho punched Wooyoung. "Do not speak my brother's name."
"Hongjoong taught us all better, Jongho, what is wrong with you?" Wooyoung raged, spittle dropping from his mouth like an animal. "Did Yunho not sacrifice himself so that Mingi would remain alive? He took a blade meant for our prince." Wooyoung pushed Jongho away. "The wrong brother died that night."
"Wooyoung." Jongho didn't seem to understand how Wooyoung could even say those things.
Wooyoung pointed at you, throwing his entire arm. "She killed Mingi, Jongho. She was guarding the King and instead she slipped a dagger under his ribs. She reached both of her arms into his body so that she could carve his heart out of his chest. She didn't just kill him, she decided he couldn't even have the honour of dying with his heart in his chest!"
Jongho's eyes swung back to you. "How?"
"Why, love. Why is the correct question."
"Love!" Wooyoung threw his hands up in the air. "It's all a lie! She never loved you!"
Jongho focused back on Wooyoung once again. "You don't know that."
"She lured you into her embrace, Jongho, why can't you see that?" Wooyoung pushed his hands through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. His hands were coated with blood, so it only made his hair stick up more. 
"You say your goodbyes. I'll give you that." Wooyoung's face had grown cold. He strode away a few feet, turning his back on the two of you.
"Why?" Jongho asked like he was a broken man.
"I am not a hedge knight, Jongho. I have never wandered this godforsaken land. I had not stepped one foot into this kingdom until only a few months ago. I have been training my whole life to keep my sister safe. She was the one who was going to rule our kingdom and I was going to protect her. We were going to correct our father's wrongs. But guess who decided he was going to fall in love with her? The goddamn silver haired wolf who condemned my sister to a death she did not earn."
The dawning on Jongho's face would have been almost comical, if you were in the laughing mood. "Your sister was Mingi's love."
Tears were streaming down your blood-splattered cheeks as you recalled your sister. "She was kind. She was so gentle. My symbol, the robin, was her favorite bird. Father broke pieces off of her with each cruelty he committed against her and still she would smile. When Father found out that Mingi and my sister had fallen in love, she never smiled again. She spent months--" You gasped in air at the memory of the torture your own father had inflicted on your sister. "--when he finally got the entire story of how she and Mingi were going to bring the two warring kingdoms together; how they were going to marry and make children…"
Then it really struck Jongho who you truly were. "You're the Queen."
You giggled. "I told you I didn't want to be Queen. I never wanted it. It was her duty in life. But when I killed my father and became Queen, I swore I would have my revenge. How is it that your kingdom remains peaceful and content and cozy and happy when my whole life has burned down around my ears. How is it that Mingi gets to live when my sister is dead? Where is the fairness in that?"
"Time's up," Wooyoung interrupted. "If you don't kill her. I will." A fresh wail came from inside Mingi's chambers and that made Wooyoung wince. "Our life's work… everything we strived for. The power-hungry king dead, replaced by Mingi, who only wanted to make the world safe. San, Yunho, Yeosang and Hongjoong all dead so that we could do that. We are all that's left. We did it. Mingi became king and we kept him alive. All that and now it's all gone."
"I can't let you do this." Jongho's eyes searched your face.
"Do you think I care about anything after this? I don't even have the luxury of seeing my sister in the afterlife. I don't care. The scales are balanced. If I cannot have my sister, the true queen of my homeland, then you cannot have your good King Mingi. You cannot," You vowed.
Jongho turned around. He wasn't talking to you. He unsheathed his sword and walked towards Wooyoung. Wooyoung's eyes widened in surprise but only temporarily. "Jongho, surely you cannot be serious? She will be the last one to die tonight. Not anymore of us."
"I cannot let you kill her, Wooyoung." Jongho stood firm before you.
Wooyoung shook his head but his arms were at the ready by his sides. "No, Jongho. No! It'll hurt but she must die. She killed the remainder of the good in this world! She must answer for her crimes."
"She is mine. She is the other half of my heart. If you kill her, you are killing me. I cannot let you do that."
Jongho rushed in a moment, without a hint or a shout. He rammed into Wooyoung's chest, slamming him into the wall and causing the knight to slump against the wall. But Wooyoung had fought by Jongho for all of his life. He knew what Jongho would do. So Wooyoung had pulled the dagger from his thigh before Jongho could run at him. And so, Wooyoung had slammed the dagger into Jongho's back just as Jongho's shoulders had hit his chest. Jongho slid to his knees as Wooyoung gasped as if he had broken ribs.
You had prepared to die. You had even prepared for Jongho to be the one to kill you. But you had not prepared for Jongho to die in front of you to stop Wooyoung from killing you. You breathed in deeply and let out a violent shout. You jumped up, your knees hitting your chest and swung the manacles out to the front of your body. It took you two large steps until you were in front of Wooyoung and then with another pain-wracking yell, you swung your manacles against Wooyoung's forehead. He crumpled to the floor immediately but you didn't wait to see him hit the ground.
You were immediately on Jongho, pressing your hands to each side of his cheek, as much as your manacles would allow. "You are an idiot." You cried. The tears for your sister felt different then your tears for Jongho.
You didn't dare pull the knife in his back out. You knew he would bleed to death if you did. But the blood painting Jongho's lips were no joke either. He could have a punctured lung. "Why? I killed your king. I killed Mingi. Why did you attack Wooyoung?"
"I told you," Jongho coughed uncomfortably. "I would do anything for you."
"You betrayed everything you love!" You shouted.
"You are everything I love," Jongho insisted.
Somewhere between your pain for revenge and your determination to finish it, you had committed to your character too much. You became the knight who fell in love with her captain. You needed it to be believable. You needed Jongho to believe it with his entire heart and he did. So you had condemned your own heart to the same fate. 
"You are everything I love," You said back to him. You kissed him softly, sobs still wracking through your body.
"I know," Jongho smiled through his pain. 
Your sister's smile through the pain superimposed over Jongho's and you felt your heart break for the second time in your life. 
"Will you let me love you for all my days?" Jongho asked softly.
"Your love will be alive in my heart even after," You promised.
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