I accidently deleted the title, but it's princess reader with a cage fighter boyfriend.
He crawls in through your open window, which is terrifying given you're on the top floor. Yup, you were a princess in a tower. "What the hell are you doing here," you hiss at him.
"It's night time, your staff is sleeping. You were talking all that shit about missing me was thinking I could take care of that." He flashes you a bright grin as he leans back against the windowsill. He was a large man, this being due to all the cage fights he had been thrown in. His cinnamon skin was scarred all over yet still you loved it.
"You are an animal of a man, a barbarian, absolute brute."
He grinned, "that's what the posters say."
Now you'd done it, you had gone and made him feel like that fighter all over again. "You're more than a poster," you stepped toward him. A chilling breeze flew in through the window, hardening your nipples under your silk nightgown.
"Am I," his hands grab at your hips. "Oh princess don't you know what a monster I really am," he kissed your shoulder. "Do I need to show you again?" His pelvis pressed against yours as he groped at your ass.
You pressed one hand flat against his pectoral, and the other against his shoulder. "You can't take your day out on me."
"Who said I was doing that."
"Smile," you said grabbing his face and forcing him to look at you. "Smile," he can't. "What happened," you rub his cheeks.
"Got my ass kicked today," he closes his eyes speaking into your palm.
It's then you realize why his back hasn't left the windowsill. "Turn around."
"Baby please-"
"Turn around."
"Baby-"
"Turn around." Who is he to disobey a royal? He turns around for you, exhaling deeply and hanging his head down low. "Undo a few of the buttons." You point over his shoulder as you untuck his shirt. He tears at the buttons, uncaring. "Don't do that," you screech at him.
"Left my good shirt at home," he simply shrugs. You carefully slide your hands up and under his shirt feeling the fresh wounds that are there. He winces as your fingers graze along open tissue, feeling all the dries blood. You gasp when the fabric of his shirt finally comes up to his broad shoulders revealing the whip marks on his back.
"When did this happen," you're shaking, terrified for him.
"Just before I got here."
"You came straight after," the pads of your fingers hover over the slashes.
"Baby it's not that serious-"
"Bullshit!"
"That's not pretty language for a princess."
"You're hurt my love," you wrap your arms around his back leaving an inch of space between him and you. You don't actually touch him, more like outline him. You do however place kisses on the parts of his shoulders that are untouched.
"I lost the fight," he can feel your tears.
"That doesn't make it ok!" You remove your arms when he turns around to face you.
"No but it's life."
"Not yours, not anymore." His shirt rolls back down to cover his back, his torso now open to the night with his buttons having been torn. "I'm gonna make a law-"
"You don't have that kind of power."
"Not yet but when I marry you-"
"Your parents would never allow that. I'm a savage, a beast, I'm no made for dainty princesses I break them."
"You'd never hurt me." You look at him firmly having already made your decision. He wants to believe you, really he does but you say that every time you see him. You've been dating in secret for almost a year and nothing has changed.
You were trying, but there was so much paper work you were drowning in it. You didn't like speaking to him about it, didn't want to give him false hope. You felt so sure of this though within a week your new laws should be put into motion. And when you married him, no one would slip through the cracks. You couldn't tell him yet, not till everything was chiseled into stone. If he could just be patient a little longer, believe in you just a little more.
"I'm gonna go baby," he kissed the corner of your lips.
"No," you clutch his shoulders, "stay." Your mattress was much softer than his, and he always left here with nice clothes. In fact all of his nice clothes came from you, but if he stayed he'd have to sneak out at five in the morning. No one could see him with you, it'd be a scandal.
You usher him over to your personal bathroom, turning on the faucet for him before going through the cabinets. He closed the curtain before showering, listening to your footsteps dash around while you got supplies and clothes for him. Gosh did he love you, he owed you, he owed you so much. When he turned off the water and stepped out there you were waiting for him with a towel. A princess waiting for him, how wild was that. He was just some deadbeat fighter with no money to his name, and you were a divine blue blood. "Don't put on your shirt yet," you kissed him on the lips.
What'd he do to deserve you? You slammed into each other deep in the woods as kids, then again as teenagers. Fate then brought the two of you together one last time a year ago. He was being hauled off somewhere so that he could get his asses kicked again, muzzled and chained up like some kind of monster. And there were you passing him by heading in the opposite direction, lost and distressed. Some dick had the audacity to manhandle you and something in him snapped. He almost got his ass kicked for saving you, but like the sweet angel you were you saved him.
"On your stomach," you pushed him knowing full well it wouldn't make him budge. He laid down on the bed, grunting when you roughly sat down on his ass.
"Could be a little more gentle there love."
"Oh shut up, you're fine down here."
"Usually when you say that it's in different context."
"Don't be gross," you wrinkled your nose. His eyes fell shut as you worked on his back, spreading something cool and healing before bandaging him up. "You could stay here tonight," you kissed his shoulders and then rolled off him.
"Isn't that what I'm doin'." His head was resting on your breast, face nuzzled into your neck. You scratched at his head with one hand, and rubbed soothingly at his shoulder with the other.
"No I mean actually stay, like through the morning."
"No, I can't do that love."
"Why not," you kissed his forhead.
He yawned before speaking with his sleepy voice. "Don't-" another yawn, "don't wanna get you in trouble."
"I don't care."
"Ok well we'll see."
"Ok," you kissed him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
He said it back, that's what made the morning hurt so much. When the sun had rose he was gone.
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