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acatalystrising · 2 months ago

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At long last, I am returning with chapter seven of Moth to a Flame! I always wanted to dive back into this story, and I’m happy to say I am already writing chapter eight as we speak! It’s gonna be a good one hehehe. This is still one of my favorite series I’ve written, and I want to finish it as strong as it began. It’s a chunkier chapter, partially to make up for my absence, I hope you all enjoy!

TW: healing from injuries, cannon typical violence, minor character death, mentions of trauma (alluded PTSD), fluff, teasing, foreplay, dom Boba, sub reader.

Also, here’s the link to the masterlist in case you want to re-read the previous chapters to catch up!

Moth to a Flame Chapter Seven

For once, you awoke from a dreamless slumber.

No nightmares jarring you awake with a pounding heart. No bloodied images burning the back of your mind. You felt nearly at peace emerging from sleep…but upon opening your eyes, you yet again found yourself in a strange room.

Except this time, the bed was incredibly soft.

It was much plusher than your own, a luxury you never had afforded. Despite your immediate instinct to panic, your surroundings were strangely welcoming. Peaceful, even. It felt like a dream. A night and day difference from the sterilized durasteel walls of the Imperial shuttle you’d been trapped in.

Clay, earthen walls greeted you instead, framed by shimmering silken curtains that caught in the desert breeze, curling through the air with a delicate grace that drastically contrasted the harshness of Tatooine. Warm notes of sandalwood and amber filled the air, reminding you of Boba’s scent. The suns hung midway in the sky, the blistering afternoon heat appearing to set them even further aflame.

Tatooine. You were back.

Relief blossomed in your chest, and you relaxed, uncurling your fists and taking a deep breath. Your body was stiff, sore from your ordeal, but you’d honestly expected so much worse. A part of you had assumed that you would die in that shuttle by Sterling’s hand. Fate however, clearly had different plans.

Somehow, Boba had found you, and had brought you back home.

Home…

“Let’s go home.”

You remembered what he’d said before he’d carried you away from the ghosts of your past. He must have taken you to the palace. The architecture spoke of wealth and prestige, something you rarely saw in the Outer Rim. Oddly, you felt no fear at the prospect, but it did leave you with a question.

What would your future look like now?

Your gaze wandered the expansive room, lingering on a large bacta tank near the center, before sweeping to the other side of the bed…finding Boba Fett sitting in a chair across from you, fast asleep.

He was still donned in his armor, and his helmet sat at his feet - allowing you to make a most profound realization.

The Daimyo of Tatooine looked absolutely breathtaking when he finally rested.

The hard planes of his face were somehow softer, lips in less of a frown, brows not so heavily furled. His scars were the same, not that such a thing could ever bother you - considering that you found them striking - but there was a softness to him that you hadn’t seen when he was awake. Granted, you couldn’t call it peaceful. You saw the tension in his jaw, the way his eyelids were pressed shut, in the subconscious twitch of his lip. You wagered he’d wake at the softest sound, the life of a hunter never forgotten.

You wanted to help him find peace, if such a thing were even possible. That was, if he still wanted you.

Would he try to push you away after what happened? You remembered the hesitation that flooded his gaze once the ferocity left, leaving a fearful pause in its wake. He’d been afraid…afraid you’d fear him. That you’d no longer love him.

But did he actually know you loved him?

Did he know that when he killed to defend you, he was bringing your abuser to justice? Did he realize exactly how much that meant to you? He’d protected you, defended your honor, and ensured you’d never be touched by that vile man again. In a way, Boba had freed you from the last connections to your past, allowing you to finally forge a new future.

You had to tell him.

You shifted, turning to your side with a grimace so you were facing him, the covers rustling over you as you did so. Surely that would be enough…

Boba’s eyes snapped open, immediately finding yours.

Relief blossomed in his amber gaze, followed by a warmth that made your heart sing. There was undeniable love there - you saw it. Felt it in the way he looked at you. Devotion too, something that was entirely foreign to you. It made the warmth in your chest rise to a near blaze, the desire to voice your thoughts all the more urgent. When he spoke your name, it was a mere whisper, near reverent.

“Mesh’la,” his voice was lacking the usual roughness, instead it was soft, hesitant, as if he was awaiting your reaction. “You’re safe…”

“Boba,” you tried to speak, wincing when a sharp pain jabbed down your throat. Confusion flooded your chest, and you frowned, trying your best to push through it, determination driving every syllable. “I…”

“Careful, little one,” he swiftly stood, moving to your side, the hesitation seemingly gone. His dark brows lowered, concentration and concern flickering in his gaze. “The bacta is still healing your wounds. Should recover soon.”

In any other situation, seeing him looming over you, donned in full armor, while you were lying in bed, would have been a major turn on. It still was, you noted, not ignorant of the heat that crept up your neck and to your cheeks. But your injuries…exactly how badly wounded were you?

You lifted a tentative hand to your neck, feeling the bandages wrapped over your skin. They were fresh, keeping the bacta flush with your skin, letting it do its healing work. Oh, that was right…you’d yet again been subjected to those hellish Imperial devices…you closed your eyes, swallowing hard. Images of the sterile, soulless rooms and pale walls sent a shudder down your spine, but you shook your head, reminding yourself that you weren’t there. That you’d never be there again.

“Easy there,” a thumb brushed your cheek, and you opened your eyes, finding Boba’s gaze on you, a concerned but caring softness waiting. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his fingers grounding you to this new reality. “They won’t hurt you ever again. I promise.”

You nodded, a sigh rushing from your lips when his thumb caressed your jaw. The simple gesture nearly moved you to tears - the same hands that spilled blood and ended lives now cradled you with more gentleness than you’d ever known.

“My brave, sweet girl.” He watched you with unbridled admiration, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, eyes never looking away. You leaned into him, a hand hooking to his chest plate, wanting to feel him close.

“This alright?” His words rumbled through you as much as you heard them, and you nodded, clinging to him tighter. He chuckled when you shifted as much as your pain would allow, your head resting in his lap. He raised a knee to prop you up against, and you relaxed against his solid frame.

“I…” you swallowed, taking a deep breath. He fell silent, waiting, giving you all the space you needed to speak. It was refreshing, to have someone be patient. To give you all the time in the world. “I need…to tell you something.”

The briefest hint of a shadow passed through his gaze, so fast you might not have seen it, had you not been paying attention. But you always did, just as much as he.

Was he afraid you’d reject him?

Despite whatever fears were running through his mind, he simply nodded, remaining silent, still waiting. Perhaps he felt it was best this way, to allow you the space and freedom to let him down easy. But that was exactly the opposite of the truth.

“You’ve…been more than I’ve ever known. Protected me. Saved me. You’re,” you softly cleared your throat, and he lifted a glass of water to your hands. You gratefully drank, handing it back to him once you’d finished. “Everything I’ve ever dreamed for, but never thought I’d find. I…love you, Boba. I’ve been afraid. Afraid you wouldn’t feel the same, but…I’m not afraid anymore.”

Boba’s entire expression shifted from one of worry and masked apprehension to shock, then elation. His brows lifted, plush lips parting ever so slightly. Maker, he looked divine. You’d never wanted to kiss him more than now, in this moment.

“You…really mean that?” There it was, the rough gravel in his tone, soothing your nerves and sending warmth to your very bones.

“I do,” you smiled up at him, hoping he felt your sincerity in every word. “I mean it with all my heart.”

“Oh, sweet girl, that’s good,” his voice grew even huskier as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his warm breath washing over your skin. “Because I love you too. Don’t ever wanna let you go.”

“I’m yours, Boba,” your blinked back tears, happy ones, for once, craving his presence, his closeness. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Ad’ika, I’m forever yours,” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, making his way closer to your lips. “Thought I’d lost you.”

“I knew you’d find me,” you gasped when he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. “I always believed…”

“Of course I’d find you, babygirl,” he kissed your jawline, resuming his journey to your lips. “Always will.”

When he kissed you, it was slow, reverent, all encompassing. You leaned into the kiss, breath snagged from your chest as he took control, cradling your head in his hands. He deepened the kiss, and it became more hungry, nearly desperate, as if he was showing you all of what he wanted to say. His fingers loosely gripped your hair, careful to mind your injuries, leaning even closer to gently hold you against him.

When you both finally parted, you were a panting mess, heart pounding, eyes wide. Damn, you’d missed him.

He went to shift away, and you whimpered, too desperate for his closeness to be ashamed. He chuckled, looking down at you with a smirk and a raised brow.

“Boba, I need-“

“Rest.” His tone grew firm, still layered with fondness, the twinkle in his eyes never dimming. “You need rest. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”

You couldn’t help but love the subtle dominance in his words and actions, the comforting yet solid way he guided you. The promise of the future, a future you’d never known was possible. It was new, so different from what you’d known, but kriff, you loved it. So, you simply nodded, trying your best to save your voice.

“Good girl,” his rumbled praise sent heat spiraling to your core, and you swallowed, gripping him tighter.

Good girl.

Kriffing Maker above, that was hot. And here he was telling you to rest? A furious blush crept to your cheeks, and you knew he saw. Could tell by the gleam in his eyes that clearly showed he did indeed notice, and absolutely was cataloging that information for the future.

“Can you…” you took a breath, finding yourself wishing you could will your body to heal by sheer determination alone. “Can you lay with me? I want…”

“I’ll hold you, little one,” he chuckled, giving you another kiss. “Gotta take this armor off, okay?”

You nodded, and he helped you shift back so your head was resting on the pillow again. You watched as he removed every piece of beskar, mesmerized as the man emerged from the shield that protected him from the world. It was an intimate experience, knowing that he felt safe enough with you to do so, a treasure you’d never take for granted.

When he settled under the covers beside you, the bed depressing from his weight, you snuggled closer, unashamed of seeking out his presence. You were rewarded by another warm chuckle, so very close to you, as his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to his broad chest.

“I love you, ad’ika,” his voice was soft behind you, his fingers gently caressing you, lulling you to sleep. “Always.”

“I love you too,” you snuggled closer against him, and his arms held you just a bit tighter, as much as your injuries would allow. “So, so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling so warm, so safe, it nearly brought you to tears.

You were finally, at long last, home.

“You sure that thing isn’t gonna bite your fingers off?”

You glanced up from the nexu cub splayed in your lap at Fennec, who leaned against your kitchen counter. What was it with these bounty hunters lounging against your furniture? Not that you truthfully were complaining.

“She’s trained, don’t worry.” You shot at smirk at the assassin, gesturing at the ball of fur and teeth currently trying to steal your new necklace. “Didn’t take you for a cat hater, Fen.”

“I don’t hate cats.” She smirked, leaning against the wall with a sigh. “I hate getting bitten. Or scratched. Not my thing.”

You were about to issue a reply when a new voice interjected from behind Fennec.

“Discussing preferences, hmm? Stars help me if you two have already descended to ‘girl talk’.”

Boba’s familiar rasp made your heart leap, and you couldn’t wipe the dumb smile from your face when he stepped around Fennec, helmet tucked at his side. His eyes found yours, a playful gleam twinkling there, and you dipped your head in a blush.

“Well now that you’re back, I’ll leave the ‘babysitting’ to you.” Fennec headed toward the door, shooting a smile back at you. “Don’t get captured again, you still owe me a drink. And you’d better visit that rancor, he misses you like crazy.”

You laughed as she exited, gaze shifting back to Boba in all his armored glory. Damn, he looked so good in his beskar. You’d never get enough of it. The sheer power he exuded alone was enough to make your head spin.

“Glad you’re still in one piece, princess,” he allowed a smile to curve his lips, before turning his gaze to sweep your living room. “Though I would prefer for everyone to be at the palace.”

Oh, you knew what he was implying. Boba had been so focused on your recovery as of late, that ensuring you were rested and healing was his priority. His protectiveness simply made your heart melt.

“Don’t worry, Fennec’s been the best body guard. I will, I just have to get them ready for the trip,” you scratched the nexu’s chin, grinning when she purred and leaned into your touch. “Not to worry. I’ll have everything packed and-“

Boba chuckled with a distinctly dark cadence, stepping forward until he was towering over your seated figure.

“Don’t play coy with me, little one, you’re not moving anything.” He met your gaze with a gentle, yet firm, smile. “You need your rest. I’ll oversee the transportation myself.”

Healing, it turned out, took an agonizingly long time when all you wanted to do was to feel Boba’s hands on you.

It was nearly shameful, you thought, how often your mind locked on every lingering glance, every touch, every word spoken softly in the dark. It was enough to drive someone mad.

“Of course, my daimyo,” you made a dramatic show of a bow, as much as you could in your seated position, grateful you’d healed enough for the motion. You even dared to shoot him a wink. “I won’t move a muscle.”

“Don’t be a brat,” a sharp smile curved the corner of his lip, something altogether dangerous darkening his gaze. “Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”

There it was again.

Ever since he learned how much those two words affected you, he’d slip them into conversation when applicable, which just happened to be frequent enough to keep you in a constant state of desperation.

But judging by the sharpness of his expression, those amber eyes locked on you like a Vratixan blood eagle’s, there’d be no loophole in his orders. At the end of the day, he was the daimyo. The master hunter. And while you trusted him with your very breath, you never could forget who he was. Who he always would be. The deadliest and most powerful man, the stars at his fingertips - soft only for you.

And you were happily in his clutches.

“I…yes, sir,” you were nearly breathless when you finally spoke, dipping your head into the nexu’s fur in an attempt to mask your burning cheeks. “I’ll rest. I’m finally starting to feel more like myself again.”

“So my princess does have manners.” Boba knelt before you, a gloved hand reaching forward and lifting your chin to meet his probing gaze, grip gentle yet firm. “Good. Let’s get you back home. I’ll handle everything here.”

Home.

You were still getting used to that word. Because in truth, the home Boba spoke of wasn’t simply a new place you lived, but a person in which you felt at peace.

Boba had, in so many ways, proven your doubts and fears wrong time after time. He made a choice that none before him ever could.

He chose to stay.

“It’s only been a week, and you’re already bouncing off the walls.” Fennec lounged on one of Boba’s chairs, feet kicked up. She honestly looked a tad ridiculous, but you kept that thought to yourself…for now. “I don’t know how he managed to keep you bedridden for five days.”

You thought back to all of the tender moments, the concerned glances, the sweet words and care Boba had extended to you, and smiled.

It was both strange and sweet, really, to have someone of his strength and reputation doting over you. But you didn’t mind, the attention wasn’t unwelcome, merely something you were learning to accept. And ever since you both had admitted your feelings, there had certainly been a shift between you.

You thought he’d flirted and shown interest plenty before, but now?

There was a certain softness, yet protectiveness, dare you say possessiveness, in his words and deeds that simply made you swoon.

He held you every night, and caressed you every morning when you awoke.

“I gave him a run for his money, don’t worry.” You smirked and ran your fingers through your hair, noting with a smirk that it finally had regained its healthy sheen. “But he was insistent, as always. You know how he is.”

“Don’t I.” Fennec smirked and shot you a wink. You couldn’t help but smile. “Someone’s been getting her beauty sleep.”

You gazed at your reflection on the mirror, and smoothed a wrinkle on the flattering dress, a gift he’d bought you that had caught your eye. Black with curling dark green vines, it would match his armor perfectly. You did a quick spin, and couldn’t help but smile.

You looked stronger now. Healthier, more glow to your cheeks and life in your eyes. The bacta patches were gone, and even though there were fresh scars overlapping with your previous ones, the wounds were finally healed. You felt pretty in the dress, and despite the fact that your profession rarely called for them, it was a welcome change.

Boba had ensured your animals were given the upmost care, tended to by his best. You couldn’t wait to see them again, but for now, as you were just getting back on your feet, you allowed a moment to breathe.

“Something like that,” you turned to face her, finally feeling ready. Your rest had paid off, but you didn’t want to sit around any longer.

“I take it you want to see him?” Fennec stood, slinging her rifle over her shoulder.

“I would,” you smirked at her, inwardly relived you both got along so well. “I assume he’s working?”

“He’s holding court,” Fennec turned to usher you out, glancing back at you with a grin. “Don’t worry, your visit would make his day.”

The throne room was so crowded you nearly second guessed entering, panic locking your steps, but Fennec would hear none of it, confidently walking forward like she owned the place.

You both slipped through the back entrance to avoid the majority of the throng, and for safety measures of course, silent as Boba’s voice carried through the cavernous space.

You didn’t see him yet, only the stone back of the throne, but you could observe the bounty hunter standing before him. The man was thin and sheepish looking. Young. Even from your distance, you could tell he was angrily trying to make an appeal to the daimyo.

But that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Growing up, you’d heard horrific stories of Jabba’s palace. Tales of cruelty and debauchery that far surpassed any reason. Every local knew these stories, were warned that entering that throne room meant death. And sometimes…a fate far worse. Anxiety corded its way up your throat as you felt eyes falling upon you, and you folded your arms in front of your chest, immediately regretting your choice of clothing.

Fennec seemed to pay this no mind, gesturing for you to follow.

You did so, a slight tremor in your step, as you both slid to the far wall. Despite your residual fear, you reminded yourself that Jabba did not hold power now - Boba did. And you knew your lover would protect you, no matter what. You also were with Fennec, and fully capable of defending yourself. You would be alright. You took a deep breath and walked with confidence, head held high, gaze sweeping the room.

As you both made your way to the back, where you’d be out of the crowd’s sight, the man spoke, thin voice rattling against the stone walls.

“Who gave you the right, oh ‘mighty’ daimyo, to tell us what to do?” The bounty hunter was enraged, face flushed, hand dripping to his blaster. “You’re out of your prime, old man. Plenty of us could take you down. What gives you the right to rule over us?”

The room fell so deathly silent, one could hear a pin drop, tension hovering in the air. Your gaze was finally pulled to Boba, as if gravity itself demanded your rapt attention.

You swore to the stars your knees all but gave out on the spot. Cheeks furiously burning, you leaned your weight against the wall, eyes glued to the green armored man who held his court like a king.

You’d never seen such power on display.

Boba Fett sat upon the carved throne with a regal countenance and equally a relaxed confidence - sprawled like the very world was his footstool. His relaxed posture didn’t fool you, though, you knew he was too tactful. Too calculating. And right now, his T-visored helm was focused on the lesser hunter before him, the angle harsh and predatory, torchlight flaring on the beskar like shattered glass.

Your gaze dropped to his spread thighs, and altogether improper thoughts flooded your mind. You blinked, biting your bottom lip, heat settling between your legs as he shifted, muscles rippling underneath beskar and cloth, fingers tapping a steady cadence on the throne’s armrest.

Kriffing hells, that had no right being so hot.

Movement next to you broke your concentration, and you frowned as Fennec lifted her rifle’s scope to her eye.

“We should be able to hunt who we want. Sell spice if we please.” The hunter was still going, clearly unaware that he was spelling his doom. “And I-“

“Take it, then.” Boba’s voice rolled like the thunder before a devastating storm. His helm tilted to the left, and he raised a gloved hand, gesturing at the throne. “Think you’re worthy? See where it gets you.”

The man finally fell silent, fidgeting in place, hand dangerously close to his blaster. But he didn’t attack. You swore you saw the hunter’s face turn several shades paler when Boba unholstered one of his own blasters…laying it on the seat beside him.

The younger man still did nothing but gape, clearly expecting a trap, unsure of what to do.

“Admit your bluff. Walk away.” Boba still hadn’t moved, a nearly amused tone lilting in his voice. “And I’ll let you off with a warning.”

You knew that tone. The predator toying with his prey, giving him one final chance. It was hot. It wasn’t fair. But you weren’t so mindlessly turned on to not drop your hand to your own weapon, just in case.

The movement happened so fast you didn’t have the time to blink.

One second the man was lunging for the throne, blaster pointed at Boba…the next, he was dead before he struck the ground, a hole charred between his eyes.

Smoke curled from the barrel of Boba’s second blaster, wafting about him as he leaned back against the throne.

“Anyone else?”

Heads shook, feet shuffled away, and murmurs of shock rippled through the crowd. Not a single soul dared to raise another challenge. You watched him, unable to stop the smile from creeping to your face, as a pride for your daimyo filled your chest.

The dualities of Boba Fett were a myriad.

His helmet flicked toward you, and you felt as if your breath was caught in your throat. You were captured in his gaze, the weight of it nearly pinning you to the wall from the intensity you knew was burning in the eyes hidden behind the beskar.

“Good. As long as I am daimyo, spice has no place here.” He jerked his helmet toward the exit, gesturing at the crowd. “You’re all dismissed.”

The crowd quickly dispersed, needing no further bidding. They exited with whispers and silence, and soon, you and Fennec were the only two who remained.

“Fennec. Ensure everyone leaves the gates.” Boba hadn’t moved, still seated on the throne in all his glory. “I’ll not be disturbed.”

“Got it, boss.” Fennec needed no further bidding, shooting you a wink before lurking off into the darkness.

Silence fell so heavy, the tension so thick, you could’ve cut it with a vibroblade.

Boba was still watching you, helmet tilted slightly to the side, fingers ever so patiently tapping his thigh. You swallowed, transfixed under his gaze, nearly holding your breath with anticipation.

“Come here, little one.” His voiced rumbled through you, sending shivers down your spine. “No more hiding in the shadows.”

Your body moved to obey before your mind could fully catch up, heart hammering in your chest as you crossed the sandy floor, approaching your king. You stopped before the throne, toes bumping against the steps, regarding him with unbridled awe - dryly swallowing when he shifted his thighs further apart.

“I’ll not be kept waiting, mesh’la.” Boba patted his thigh, a teasing tone rolling through his voice. “Be a good girl.”

Kriff. You wanted nothing more than to be just that here, in this moment. You ascended the steps, gaze locked on his, furiously flushing when his hand rested against your hips, guiding you onto his lap.

“Isn’t that better, princess?” His voice was impossibly husky in your ear, rasping through the vocoder of the helmet he still donned. “Sure look like one in this dress.”

If you weren’t blushing enough before, you surely were now, pressed flush against him, dress riding far too high to be appropriate, his praise ringing in your ears.

“I…thank you, Boba,” you dared to lean forward, pressing a kiss to his visor. “I missed you.”

The way the man audibly growled at your gesture made your knees go weak. He caressed your back with effortless gentleness, even as he held you tight.

“Didn’t want to scare you. But,” he shook his head, a sigh crackling through the vocoder. “Can’t afford another coup attempt.”

“You didn’t scare me,” you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me. Scared is not how that makes me feel.”

Boba stilled beneath you, and your eyes immediately widened.

Shit, karking dammit.

You hadn’t meant to say the last part aloud.

“And how does it make you feel, ad’ika?” His hand roved from your back to your side, then settling at your hip. “You can tell me.”

“I…” you dipped your head toward his armored chest, cheeks furiously burning. “I mean…”

“Is my little princess struggling for her words?” Boba made a tisking noise, his other hand hooking your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his hidden one. “Poor thing.”

Kriffing hell.

The man knew what he was doing to you. There was no doubt. You swallowed hard, all too aware of his closeness, heat coiling between your legs. Your current position reminded you of the last time you were in his lap, held in his clutches, desperate and wanting. You remembered his promises all too well - and you also knew he was a man of his word.

“Gods, Boba,” you knew your face was redder than the blood red accents of his armor, and given his hold on you, you only flushed further. “I…need you. Please. I’ve been good. I’ve been healing, I-“

“Easy there, little one,” Boba’s voice was surprisingly reassuring as his thumb caressed his cheek. “I’ll give you want you want. But first, I need to know.”

Know what? You frowned ever so slightly, but remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Boba lifted a hand to his helmet and swiftly removed it, revealing the absolutely dark and hungry amber gaze you knew it was masking all along. You felt nearly boneless, even though he hadn’t done anything…yet.

“Are you ready to take this step with me? No shame if you need more time.” Boba’s face locked on you in complete seriousness, gauging your reaction. “There’s no wrong answer. Want to ensure you’re safe.”

Oh, if your heart could melt any further than it already had for him, it would. Tears risked welling in your eyes so you blinked them away, leaning into his embrace.

“Boba, you make me feel safe. I’ve never loved anyone the way I do you.” You let his gaze, lips hovering oh so close to his, as he watched you with rapt attention and a masterfully restrained hunger. “I want this. With you. You alone.”

“I’m not like those boys who couldn’t handle you, mesh’la,” his hand cupped your face, fingers gently caressing your cheek. “My love is a hunger.”

Oh, you knew. You knew exactly what you signed up for. You couldn’t help but grin.

“Then I’ll be consumed.” You bravely met his gaze, quirking a smile. “I can’t think of a better fate.”

Something altogether wild flashed in his eyes, both a warning sign and a lighthouse beacon all at once. His teeth flashed in the dark like fangs, gaze gentle but commanding as a smile curved his plush lips.

“So be it.”

You whimpered, unable to stop yourself from crashing your lips against his. You were so overcome with love, adoration, and lust all at once - demanding for you to take the initiative.

Boba let you, returning your kiss with a sly grin. He allowed you to lead. For a moment. But then you felt his gloved hand wrap around your throat, just firmly enough to hold you in place. He tilted your chin up and took over - not rough. Not violent.

Just final.

Like a king reclaiming his rightful throne. The king you always knew he was.

Your Boba.

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