How It Started

How it started

How it’s going

(I love her, she’s my baby.)🤗

Not you cheating on Lyle with Boba🤔😭 jkjk😂

he doesn’t have to know 🤫

And here we are, at chapter three of Consequences! When I say I had an absolute blast with this, I definitely mean it - I have so much planned ahead, hehe…

Pairing: Boba Fett x (F)Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Trigger warnings: Nightmares, injuries, death threats, cannon-typical violence, language, angst, and fluff sweet enough to rot teeth (lolllll)

Series synopsis: Backstabbed and betrayed, you knew there was a bounty over your head - but when you’re captured by the infamous Boba Fett, it becomes abundantly clear that your fate is as mysterious as your captor.

Chapter three: Blood Ties and Battle Lines

You could have sworn you saw your father’s back through the crowd, his features hard to miss despite the fact you barely remembered him.

“Dad, wait for me! Don’t go!”

You tried to claw your way through the crowd after him, but he only walked faster, fading in the sunlight that blazed above. He disappeared and before you had a chance to call out, the ground beneath your feet transmuted to water - plunging you beneath icy depths.

You burst to the surface, lungs burning, a stormy haze of grays and blues muting out all color. You clawed against the tides, looking up in horror as massive waves cresting higher than star destroyers bore down upon you.

You were pulled under, trying to force yourself to wake from your nightmare, even as a sharp burning filled your lungs. Something grabbed you, and a voice shouted even as your vision sparked, then faded…

Someone who was definitely not a part of your dream gently shook your arm, and you heard a deep voice call your name. You grimaced, eyes flicking open as disorientation flooded your mind with panic.

You didn’t immediately recognize the dark room you were in, or where you were…your gaze flung up to the person who hovered over you - and your memories flooded back with such force you emitted a shocked yelp. You flinched, pulling away, heart pounding in your throat when you recognized Fett’s stern features in the shadows. You were too afraid to fully recollect that he looked mildly concerned.

“Relax,” his voice was low, lacking the edge you were accustomed to. He watched you carefully, expression difficult to gauge. “You had a nightmare, starting shouting. Didn’t want it drawing too much attention.”

“Oh…” hear flooded your chest, and you felt your cheeks burning. You realized his hand was still on your arm, touch gentle. Interestingly, he hadn’t pulled away yet. “Did I wake you?”

“No, but you sounded distressed.” He watched you carefully, as if curious. His head tilted slightly the side, a gesture you recognized he often used when wearing his helmet. “Thankfully I don’t think anyone heard.”

You watched as he finally stepped back, crossing the room to peer out of the window, dark eyes reflecting amber in the moonlight. It was…nearly beautiful. You almost choked when those eyes flicked back to you. There was a depth to them, something not altogether dangerous, but a warmth…how had you not noticed that before?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” a sigh rattled your chest, honestly impressed that he hadn’t just shot you. Your heart still crashed against your ribcage, throat dry as your realized you must have cried out.

How embarrassing.

“I’m not upset.” Fett crossed the room so he once again stood by the bed, gesturing to a cup of water he’d placed on the nightstand. Where’d he gotten that? “Drink this, try to rest.”

You nodded, grabbing the cup with quivering fingers and chugging it down, watching as he walked back over to his chair. You settled back under the covers and hated the tremors that ran down your legs. Those damn nightmares had only gotten worse, especially since your brother betrayed you. Silence fell, save for a distant blaster shot that echoed over the dunes, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

“Do you remember them, your parents?” His voice cut through the dark, carefully presented as if he was deep in thought.

“I can recall their faces. My dad’s especially.” You stared up at the flaking ceiling with a sigh. “But they left my brother and I after I was born.”

“I’m sorry.” His tone had once again softened ever so slightly, lacking enough edge to give you the confidence to speak, resting your head on your pillow.

“It’s okay.” You nodded, surprised that you meant it. Had he just apologized? “We can’t go back. Just gotta make it to the next sunrise.”

Fett fell silent, but it wasn’t a brooding silence. You could have sworn it almost felt like understanding. When sleep finally took you, you didn’t bother to check if his hand was still on his gun.

-

Damn it all.

This was getting messier by the hour. Boba ensured you were asleep before he glanced back at you, not wanting to frighten you any further for one evening. His lips twitched, and he sighed, irritation flooding his chest at the conflict in his heart.

You’re going soft, idiot. You swore you’d never make this mistake.

And yet here he was, diving into those forbidden thoughts like a womp rat in a garbage chute.

Perhaps the best mercy would indeed be his blaster bolt to your head. Even if he were to let you go, someone else who was more desperate for credits would come along and you’d be dead within a day. And he couldn’t keep you locked in the ship forever. But still…

He stole another glance at you, noticing that you almost looked peaceful in your sleep now that the nightmare had ended. There was less tension in your brow, and your lips, for once, weren’t set in a frown. He’d be an even bigger fool to not recognize your beauty - and he fought an impulsive urge to run his fingers through your hair. To soothe the fear from your eyes, the tension from your shoulders. To show you that you weren’t the only lonely soul trapped in the galaxy.

You were unmarred by violence, something resilient, but still hopeful like a bird that was never meant to be caged. And his hands were more bloodstained then he ever wanted you to know. He cursed lightly under his breath, looking away with a low growl.

Stop it. She is a bounty. You drew a line.

But he wasn’t the only one who felt it, was he? He’d seen the look that flooded your gaze when he’d made the comment to the fool who tried to abduct you - you’d been surprised, yes. But not disgusted as he’d expected. No…you’d actually flushed. And so, you both were in a deadly dance, each waiting to see what step the other would take. Neither knowing the outcome.

He absentmindedly flicked out his blaster with a practiced roll of his fingers, running his hands over the cool metal. He purposefully kept it out of the moonlight so the reflection wouldn’t disturb you.

Ahh, dank farrik. He cared too much.

He knew he needed to stop before this went on for too long. Emotions like this would only get you both killed. He needed to cut it off, shut it down, flip that switch before he’d gone too far. He steeled himself and raised the blaster, pointing it directly between your eyes. He could do it. He knew he could. He had the capacity to be the cold, emotionless hunter who never lost a bounty, never let one go, and never failed a job.

Then he noticed the tear drying on your cheek.

Guilt twisted his insides and he flipped his finger to the trigger, releasing a shuddering sigh. This would be mercy. It would free you both from the strands of fate - something he never believed in nor wanted to. You didn’t deserve to suffer any more than you already had, and if he had to be your executioner, he’d make it quick. You deserved that much. And yet, he still hesitated.

His finger froze on the trigger when he heard his name whisper from your lips.

Boba. Just Boba. Whispered softly as if you shared some connection. Something intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard someone speak his name in that manner.

He frowned, peering at your blank face, realizing that you were still asleep. There was no manipulative ploy here, merely the whispered words of someone plagued by night terrors. And yet you’d called his name in your fear, something you hadn’t voiced once when awake. You muttered something unintelligible and shifted, turning your back to him and curling in the blankets.

He lowered his blaster, slipping it back to its holster, feeling something akin to shame curl in his gut. He wouldn’t shoot you - deep down, he already knew that. There was something about you, something different…he felt different.

And whether he liked or not, it wasn’t just your fate that had yet to be decided, but his as well.

-

When you woke, Fett was already up and moving - you noted with interest that he’d donned his helmet.

He was back to his curt, direct self - any semblance of the softness you’d witnessed in the night gone. You hated that your heart wilted at his harsh tone, just when you thought you were seeing a glimpse of the man behind the armor. To your surprise, he hadn’t seemed all that bad. You remembered his gentle words and touch, and didn’t want to admit that you’d slept better after he’d pulled you from the icy claws of your nightmare.

“You’ll follow this road to the end, it leads to the…seedier side of town.” He was pointing at a map he’d procured with a gloved finger, tone matter-of-factual. “That’s where he was last seen. If I show up immediately, he’ll jump off-world fast. I could catch him, but it’ll take more time I’d rather not waste. If you get him distracted, it’ll be easier for the both of us, and more efficient.”

You nodded, eyes narrowing as you did you best to memorize the path. Anxiety twisted in your chest, trepidation on your tongue.

“And if you even think of running…” his tone held a warning as he gave the smooth paper of the map a double tap for emphasis. “Our deal’s off. No more mercy.”

“Will you be around though, in case something goes wrong?” Your voice was timid as you felt you were tiptoeing around the nexu’s teeth. His helmet flicked up toward you, silent, waiting for an explanation - you realized you’d taken him by surprise. “You know, if I get hurt…or something? Will you step in if I…well, get in trouble?”

“You mean like with the Klatooinian?” His stoic voice had taken a shift that almost could be interpreted as curiosity.

“Erm, well, yes,” you hated that you felt heat flood your cheeks and you ducked, fixing your gaze on the map despite feeling his heated stare from the visor.

Dammit…you had to get control of yourself.

He spoke your name, and you blinked in shock, recognizing the crumbling of his cold shell, if but for a moment. The syllables sounded nearly artful on his tongue, welcome, but strange. You felt you had broached into new territory, and unlike the map of Tatooine, this route was entirely uncharted.

You felt a gloved finger brush underneath your chin and you shivered as he lifted your face to meet his.

“Growing attached, are we, little one?” His deep timbre held a soft amusement, something you curiously recognized as humor, not mockery.

“I mean, I just…” your face was beet red, you were sure of it, and you desperately tried to backpedal with logic. “I don’t wanna get caught by someone else and deal with this all over again…right?”

He hummed a response, and you were certain he could feel your hammering pulse at your neck. His helmet tilted down toward you. “Is that all?”

“I…well, I…” oh gods, you were embarrassing yourself, unable to hide your furious blush and literally trapped in his clutches. Your words were emitted as a squeak as he stepped closer, his broad armored frame overshadowing you. “I just..umm…”

“Loth cat got your tongue?” He sounded nearly coy, and you couldn’t tell if you were the object of his attention or the meal he was toying with before brutally snapping you in two. Or both?

“That’s not…I…” you hated that your words sputtered from your lips, far too affected by his close proximity. You shot him a mock glare in an attempt to save face, a smirk curling in your lips. “…kriffing jerk, you’re doing this on purpose.”

Shit.

Horror flooded through you at your boldness, and you expected his grip to tighten, or for his demeanor to switch back to cold ice. Or worse.

But Boba Fett, damn him, had the audacity to chuckle - and the sound rumbled through you, sending a different kind of chill down your spine that made your knees go weak.

“Don’t you worry, there isn’t anywhere you’d go where I can’t find you.” His thumb swiped a caress on your throat before pulling away, albeit slowly, that T-visored helm as dark as the night, watching you fight your body’s urge to lean forward in chase of his touch. “I’ll have your back. You have my word.”

-

Mos Espa, you decided, wasn’t so terrible.

Sure, it was crowded more than you’d prefer, with the merchants who shouted their wares to any who traversed down the streets - but most people stuck to their own devices, letting you pass through with little more than a glance.

But damn, the heat would take some time to get used to.

You gripped the bag that was slung over your shoulder with a huff, sweat slicking your forehead as you made you way through the twisted maze. You tried your best to be discrete, sneaking glances at the map when no one looked. The last thing you needed was to draw unwanted attention to yourself - especially given that the only attention that mattered was Fett’s. Even as you slipped through the crowd, you could feel his eyes on you - as burning as the dual suns above.

Surely he still worried you’d try to give him the slip, right? Or did he know you’d already been ensnared beyond any hope of escape? Hooking you with that damn chuckle and cocksure demeanor, the bastard had to know what he was doing to you. The real question still remained - had he been affected too? You highly doubted he treated all his bounties this way, which led you to wonder what his true motives were.

You sighed, wiping more sweat from your brows with the back of your hand, dipping past a trio of giggling Twi’leks. If your brother was indeed here, you weren’t sure how to find him, and you had the impression that you were serving more as bait than anything as you navigated through the pale buildings and windswept sandy streets. Whether Fett was helping you or merely using you, there wouldn’t be any other alternative then to see this through to the end.

Besides, you were actually more concerned about confronting your brother than facing the bounty hunter again…given that you hadn’t been on good terms last time you’d seen him.

A blaster shot echoed over the buildings in the distance and you flinched, glancing back at your map with a frown. You were nearly there, at the last location Fett had spotted your brother, and you forced a sigh through your pent-up lungs. You could do this. You deserved this - to bring your asshole brother to justice...of sorts. And so, you adjusted your pack and turned the corner - walking right into a blaster’s muzzle. And behind the blaster, your brother.

“Turn around sis. Walk into that left alley, there. Don’t scream.” His voice was low, lacking Fett’s distinct rasp, but still making you flinch regardless. “If you don’t think I’ll punch a hole through your back, go ahead and try to run.”

Heart hammering in your ears, you turned, swallowing dryly when you felt the weapon press in-between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward. You slipped into the passage he’d instructed, and flinched when a massive Trandoshan lunged at you - claws gripping your shoulders and slamming you into the wall with a shower of dust. Dammit, you really wished you had a weapon. You struggled against your attacker, fear taking hold of your heart as you locked gazes with your brother.

“The hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be dead.” He shot you a murderous glare, blaster trained at your face. “How’d you even find me, huh?“

“Hey Naris.” You nearly spat out the words to mask your fright, hoping that Fett had seen what happened and meant what he’d said, otherwise…you were screwed. You’d die alone in this alley. “Long time no see.”

“This isn’t funny, idiot.” Naris glanced over his shoulder, sweat beading on his brow. “If the Pykes don’t have you, they’ll come after us both.”

“Oh, so I was supposed to just accept being the scapegoat because you stole their spice?” You crossed your arms and the Trandoshan pinning you tightened his grip, the tips of his claws puncturing your skin. You winced, but didn’t diminish your glare. “This is on you, not me. I can’t believe you sold me out like that!”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d always work together! Shit…” he brandished the blaster with a glare, warily glancing around. “We’re too out in the open, dammit. I’m shocked a bounty hunter hasn’t already snagged you.”

A harsh bark of laughter slipped from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Oh yeah? What’re you worried about?” You raised a brow in challenge. “Unless…you have a bounty over your head too?”

He cursed, slamming a fist on the wall beside him, eyes flashing dangerously in the sun, gaze locking on you with murderous intent. A chill ran down your spine, and you held your tongue. Pushing him further would only result in you getting hurt, or worse…he stepped forward, eyes locked on your hands, and you realized too late he’d seen your map.

“What’s this?” He pulled it from your grasp, eyes narrowing when he saw the path drawn on its surface. He looked up at you, frown deepening. “You’ve been stalking us, is that it?”

“Naris…we gotta find cover,” the Trandoshan’s tone was wary, a low growl as you winced underneath his weight. “Thiss is dangerous.”

“Yeah, yeah, no shit,” Naris regarded you with a frown, suspicion gleaming in his eyes. “There’s no way you got to this dump alone. Who the kriff brought you here?”

“I did.”

You recognized that low tone, and you couldn’t help the thrill that surged through your heart as your brother spun on his heels, face to face with Boba Fett himself.

Once again, you hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Naris, is it?” Fett was a statue, still and menacing, a cutting edge to his voice that you hadn’t heard before, even on the day he captured you - this was much more sinister. “You’re coming with me.”

“You…you’re…” your brother’s face went white as a sheet, words babbling uselessly as the bounty hunter loomed over him. “No…it can’t be…”

The Trandoshan suddenly released you with a curse, bolting down the passage as fast as his legs could carry him. You dropped to the ground, pain flaring in your knees, and you watched as Fett whipped his blaster out with impeccable speed, shooting the reptile through the back of the head. He was dead before his smoking body hit the ground, and Naris screamed.

At first, you assumed it was because he was afraid. Angry, even, that his mistakes had consequences. But your gaze had been locked onto the Trandoshan’s body for too long. You glanced up in time to see Naris spin toward you with his blaster aimed, a red plasma bolt fired directly at your chest.

There was no time to move. No chance to even scream. Terror locked your limbs and you squeezed your eyes shut - expecting the pain to sear through your body, death soon to follow.

But it did not come.

You felt someone crumple over you with a grunt, and heard footsteps careening away. You slowly opened your eyes, realizing that Fett was slumped before you, back turned. And he wasn’t moving.

“No…” you shuffled forward, knees quaking as you gripped his shoulders, turning him toward you so that you could check his pulse.

The shot had struck his right side, glancing off his beskar, but still dealing damage to his flight suit. Your heart plunged when you noticed that blood had stained the light cloth a deep crimson. His helmeted head tilted back toward the ground with your movements, limp and unresponsive.

“No, no, no…” you slipped your hand underneath his collar before you thought to hesitate, feeling his warm neck for a pulse. “C’mon Boba, you can’t die. I’m so sorry…say something…”

“Growing attached, are we?” His rough voice sounded pained as he echoed his earlier statement, but you couldn’t stop the relieved smile from erasing your frown.

In that moment, nothing sounded more beautiful.

“Gods, you’re hurt! Why the hell did you do that? He got away…” you glanced up after your brother, but then felt a gloved hand press against your cheek, directing your eyes back to him. His helmet was inches from your face. “He’s worth so much more than me…”

“No, he isn’t.” The words were gruff, direct. But once again lacking that edge - something you noticed he only did with you. “Your brother’s a scughole - you’re clearly more valuable.”

“Oh…I see.” Your head dipped toward the ground, consequently leaning further into his touch.

He chuckled, the sound making you blink in shock, confusion rippling through you. You dared to look back at him, the helmet titling slightly to the right as he regarded you.

“Come now, little one, I’m not talking about credits.” His tone warmed you from your forehead to your toes, and his thumb caressed your cheek. “You’ve got too much life to meet that kind of end. You’re free.”

His hand dropped from your cheek, and for some reason, the loss of his touch made you want to sob.

“What?” You blinked as he struggled to stand with a pained grunt. “Like, now?”

“I don’t see why not.” He placed a hand on the wall to support himself, clearly in pain as he forced himself to move. “Go. Make a life for yourself. You deserve it.”

“But…” your heart lurched in your chest, panic overriding common sense. You sat, wide-eyed, shock and something else much stronger rippling through you. “What about you?”

“I’ll walk it off. But you should get going, lay low for a while.” He straightened, swaying ever so slightly, back turned to you. His tattered cape fluttered in the breeze like a banner, and your heart nearly broke when he looked away. “I won’t hunt you. I give my word.”

Something you didn’t know you’d feel so deeply ached at his words. No. Not again. You felt like you were going to hurl. You wanted to beg, to scream, to shout the plea that rang in your soul.

Please don’t leave me too…

“Boba…” you spoke without thinking, watching him stop at the sound of his name, helmet tilted over his shoulder. “I want to stay. With you, I mean.”

“My life isn’t one to be shared, sweet girl. I’m not a kind man, nor a good one.” And yet his words were spoken so tenderly, you almost wanted to cry. But he hadn’t given you a direct no, had he?

Did that mean…

“If you didn’t have any kindness, you never would have spared me.” You kept your tone soft, reverent. “I’ve seen it in you.”

“Well…” he sighed, helmet drooping every so slightly. “You’d be one of the first.”

There was a solemness there, and while you understood why he said what he did, that he was afraid of hurting you, you stood to your feet regardless. And so, you took a shaking step, knowing the nexu could still bite. Accepting that if that was your fate, you’d take it. Knowing that you’d already made your choice before even admitting it to yourself.

You dared to put your hand in his.

He stiffened ever so slightly, but didn’t pull away. He watched you, silent behind his helmet, as you looked into that T-visor and dared to smile.

“Perhaps. But that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance.”

After a moment of silence, Boba’s hand gave yours a reassuring squeeze, and you both stepped forward, into whatever the future would bring.

-

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You turned, regarding Boba, reclined on the bunk in his cabin, watching you with those sharp, dark eyes. Still not fully trusting, but lacking the cold sternness you remembered when you’d first seen his face.

It was odd, being in his ship, but not in the cell. He hadn’t once mentioned it, either. So, unless you were told otherwise, you realized you wouldn’t have to stay behind bars anymore.

“I was the one getting shot at. Not to mention it was my idiot brother’s fault. It’s only fair that I make up for it.” You lifted a bacta patch with a raised brow, gesturing at his bloodied flight suit with a slight frown. “But I won’t force you. I can leave while you put this on.”

“No.” His voice was nearly strangled as he sat up, brows lowered in concentration as he unzipped the suit. His armor had already been piled to the side. “You can stay.”

And so, you did - watching him slip his arms and torso out of the clothing, trying your damndest not to ogle at the scars that littered his broad, muscular frame. But you couldn’t hide your blush save for ducking your face when he glanced your way.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His rough tones rumbled through you, and you looked up, realizing he was watching you with a guarded expression.

Oh, if he only knew that ‘uncomfortable’ was not how he made you feel.

“You don’t, I wanted to help.” You approached him, bacta patch in your gasp, still trapped in his gaze. “You never hurt me. So technically that makes you safer then most people I’ve ever known.”

“Really.” He huffed, drawing the word out on his tongue. A dark brow raised in what you had to interpret as sarcasm. “You need to get out more.”

“I was too busy trying to stay alive, thank you very much.” Your shot him a mock glare and gestured at the shallow wound on his side. “May I?”

He nodded, eyes tracing your every moment as you lowered the patch onto his skin, as if expecting your touch to burn him. But you merely smoothed the patch over the injury, fingers light and nimble, before pulling away.

“Thanks…for what you did back there. That’s the second time you’ve gotten me out of trouble...” You squinted at him, curiosity getting the best of you. “Is this how you always treat your bounties?”

“No,” his gaze flicked to his armor, then back to you, a certain darkness there that made you shiver. “It isn’t.”

“Then…” you watched him carefully, not wanting to push him too much for answers, but the need to know driving your words. “Why me? Why didn’t you turn me in?”

He sighed, something altogether weary flooding his gaze. He gestured at the end of the bed, an invitation to sit. You nodded, perching on the edge and watching him intently. You no longer felt the same unease around him that you once did, but you still wanted to know his reason, nonetheless.

“You were innocent.” His voice was measured, as if he very carefully met out the words. “You’d been set up. I couldn’t let you pay for someone else’s mistake.”

“How did you know?” You leaned forward, intrigued, and he absently tapped his chin with a finger, gaze distant.

“I tracked you down before that Twi’lek did. It may as well have been advertised on your clothing.” He crossed his arms, head tilted to the side. “I wasn’t gonna bring you in. Not until I saw that bastard shoot you.”

Oh…now it all made sense. Why he’d shown up the way he had. Why he’d specifically targeted you, with your ridiculously low bounty. Why he hadn’t hurt you.

“You…saved my life.” Gratitude washed through you as he nodded, the movement once again stiff - clearly this was not the norm. “I had no idea. I’d been so scared…”

“I know.” He hesitantly met your gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Look…I’m not afraid anymore.” You watched him closely, gaze flicking over the strong planes of his face, voice soft.

You hoped he saw your gratitude. That you recognized the pained lengths he’d endured to go out of his own comfort zone to save a life. Especially when he was so good at taking them.

“Is that so, little one?” He shifted so he was sitting beside you, shirtless and impossibly broad, a softness striking through the storm in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

You felt as if an unspoken question was being presented, a ledge of which you could choose to either back away from or dive into. And so you took the plunge without a moment’s hesitation - knowing that you were playing with fire and were willing to risk getting burned.

“Yes,” you tilted your chin toward him, voice nearly a whisper as you looked into those dark eyes, feeling yourself swallowed whole. “I am.”

He broached the space between you in an instant, warm lips enveloping your own - kissing you much gentler then you’d imagined he would. He was hesitant, careful - only deepening the kiss when you responded in kind. When he finally pulled back, his gaze was still dark, but not cruel. You watched each other, breaths mingling, and you felt a heat crawl down your throat and settle between your legs. Damn, he was going to be the end of you.

“You’re beautiful.” He reached up, running a large hand through your hair. “I don’t know why you want to stay.”

“I do,” you smiled, genuinely smiled, and it seemed to soften his edges again, ever so slightly.

He pressed another kiss to your lips that felt like a promise, before pulling away with a soft groan, zipping his flight suit back up. “You need to rest, it’s been a long day. You can take my bed.”

“And where are you going to sleep then? The cockpit?” You nearly grinned when his lip twitched, your guess clearly correct. “But you’re hurt. That’s not a good idea…I can go back in the cargo hold for now if you want.”

“Stars, girl, you’re not a prisoner.” His dark brows lifted in exasperation, but his lips tugged in a smirk. “Take the bed. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“If you don’t have any other quarters we could just share this one.” You crossed your arms and dared to shoot him a wink. “I’ll stay on my side, promise.”

For a moment, he simply watched you, as if gauging your intent. Finally, he exhaled a resigned sigh and lay back down, the bed depressing with his weight. You watched him make a bit too much of a show of begrudgingly pulling the covers up to his chest before arcing a brow at you. “Well?”

Face burning, you shimmied across the bed and slipped into the covers on the far side, and by far, you realized there was maybe an inch or two between you. Perhaps you hadn’t thought this through. He regarded you evenly for a moment before flicking off the light, plunging the room in darkness.

You both lay in silence, as if waiting for the other to speak. It wasn’t awkward per se, but you hoped you hadn’t taken things too far. You hadn’t wanted to invade his space unless he gave it willingly…

“C’mere.” He still sounded gruff, but his touch was soft, guiding you to turn until your back was to him. A hesitant arm wrapped around your chest, holding you close. “Might help with the nightmares.”

It seemed he lived to present further contradictions, once again sending your head in a spiral. And yet it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. A tear slipped down your cheek, but for once, it wasn’t because of sorrow.

For once, you weren’t alone.

-

Chapter four

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“Why are you being so gentle with me?”,

you asked. Frustration was clear in your voice, making it sound like a complaint.

For what felt like an eternity, he had only teased you with his fingers, without letting you release the built-up tension. He was soft. Nice. Too slow.

You didn’t want that. You needed him – rough and fast.

Your whining seemed to frustrate him now too and he stopped the featherlight circling of your clit he was providing for far too long now.

You mewled and bucked your hips upwards, chasing his touch.

He shot you an annoyed glance. “Can you hold still?”, he pressed out through clenched teeth.

What you didn’t realize due to your greedy eagerness, was how he struggled as well. He wanted nothing more than to ram into you and relentlessly fuck your tight walls, letting himself be squeezed until he came.

But he had to remind himself, you were still injured. Your bratty behavior made it really hard to be patient, though.

You closed your eyes, still wriggling in front of him. The absence of his touch was even worse than his edging. “Please. I can’t–”

“For fuck’s sake, be patient!”

You finally stilled and looked up with wide eyes. He ran one of his hands over his face.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” His voice was still gruff, but quieter than before. A deep silence settled between you two, only interrupted by your heavy breathing.

“You won’t.”

He didn’t want to argue, not now. Not after what happened. Slowly leaning down, his lips softly met your forehead, making you close your eyes for a few moments.

While your hands found his biceps, his hand wrapped around his length. A small gasp escaped you, as the head slid between your pussy lips and nudged against your clit.

“Please”, you whispered again. This time, he obliged.

cringe isnt an insult. if you find me cringe that means i have power over you. im having a fucking blast while youre seething with vitriol at my very existence. whos really winning here