#bad batch Hunter x reader

[axo-the-adhder]

angsty hunter (the bad batch) x GN reader because I just love making myself cry over fictional characters ✨✨

Word count: 777

warnings: angst, implied PTSD, malnutrition/eating disorder, abuse, manipulation, being used, being tested on, bullying, battle, nightmares, kinda sad ending, self deprecation and self destructive behavior 

you’d just woken up. 

you glance around and take a second to get your bearings; when you look down you’re met with the sleeping figure of hunter, loosely wrapped in your arms. it was rare that you woke up before him, given that his enhanced senses usually woke him as soon as he sensed that you or someone else on the marauder has woken up; which is why you took extra care to keep still and quiet. 

as you look down at his cute, sleepy figure, your mind quickly wanders, thinking about how you met. that one day everything changed. 

he met you on your home planet, talking to some kids. he just finished up a long mission, and wanted to go someplace omega could have fun with some other kids her age. you were a teacher, well, more like a teacher’s assistant. something about you just drew him to you from the second he laid eyes on you. To this day he doesn’t know exactly what it was, your scent, your laugh, your smile… probably a mix of everything, he had (after some internal debate and encouragement from wrecker) approached you and started some casual conversation as you watched the kids play. you got to know him better, and he got to know you better. your home planet became the place he would always drag his brothers to after missions, partly to let Omega play, partly to see you again. 

the empire, to your dismay, did what they do best- took control. you had to flee, not wanting to be placed under their control, and hunter insisted you stay with him and his brothers in the marauder. 

two years later and here you are, his lover of a year and a half, sharing a bed with him. Over the two years you’ve spent with him, you’ve gotten him to open up to you a bit, gaining his trust. 

he’s told you about everything regarding his past, and it breaks your damn heart. hearing about how he was treated, pushed around, and tested on, makes you feel sick to your stomach. how could the empire- no, how could *anyone* treat another living being like that? 

you remember everything he tells you about, word for word. being forced to cut down on rations, which caused him to develop an eating disorder, constantly being told he’s not good enough or not worthy of being called an enhanced clone, it made him develop some problems and you wish you could fix it so bad. get him feeling better about himself, getting him to treat himself like an actual person. not to mention his enhanced senses, being able to hear, smell, *feel* anything and everything… just thinking about having that makes you cringe in discomfort, but your lover has to deal with it constantly. he gets overwhelmed easily, and you can’t even imagine how much of a nightmare his daily life is. oh yeah. nightmares. 

not only does he have to deal with nightmarish things when he’s awake, but he gets nightmares when he’s asleep too. remembering the torture on Kamino, remembering everyone and everything he’s lost, the battles, the wars…. even on breaks the wars and battles followed him, like a stubborn ghost, and yet he still somehow gets up and manages his squad every day. thunderstorms are hard for him. really hard for him. The loud cracking he can never stop hearing reminds him of battle, as well as the storms that plagued Kamino. those nights he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, staying awake and huddling up with you for comfort. sometimes he would even start to sob in your arms. it broke your heart when that happened, being able to feel him tense for the nonexistent battle his brain has convinced himself he’s about to go into. the thoughts alone are enough to bring tears to your eyes, quickly waking Hunter with the smell and snapping you back to the present.

 “hm…? Are you crying..?” his voice is deep, as it tends to be right when he wakes up, and although he looks tired, he also looks incredibly concerned for you as he looks up into your teary eyes. “I just- i-… it hurts me that- that you had to suffer so much and still do… i-i care about you… a lot…” you manage to croak out, tears filling your eyes “Oh mesh’la… you’re such a sweetheart.” he pulls you close, letting you bury your head in his shoulder as you sob softly. “I’m working on it, it just takes some time… trust me I wish I didn’t have to deal with these issues too.”

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[thesith]

new fic soon.. most likely my crosshair wip !

#bad batch hunter x reader

[the-hexfiles]

A Village Romance (Hunter x F!OC) Ch 1: Strangers

Chapter Rating: 16+ for one suggestive comment made towards the end, and the overall tone further chapters may have -- If I choose to write further chapters.

Content: Fluffy intro to what I will hope to be a friends to lovers romance. Teacher OC because we all know Hunter would love a partner good with kids. First person narrative cause I'm lazy lol.

Wordcount: ~1580 because I haven't written in months and I need to ease back into it.

A/N: Hi friends, I've been gone a while but decided to jump back into ff. I want to start working on other creative pieces but I have Clone Brainrot so ff it is I guess. I haven't been writing at all so if it sucks, I know.

Song: Down by the Water by Abigail Lapell

The first night Hunter and I spent together, we were strangers.

Heavy storm clouds had swallowed the sun hours ago, and the draft through the schoolhouse in town sent chills through all of my students. By the time all of my students were gone, the rain had begun and my speeder bike was already soaked. The air got colder and the wind picked up the further I made it up the mountain. It was drizzling, the raindrops turning to ice on the leaf litter and my jacket. The wind ripped through the trees, shaking the limbs directly above me, and howling through the greenhouse. The windows on the greenhouse were frosting over, the tarp covering my firewood thrashed, and my potted crops tipped in the garden, splattering mud everywhere. I rushed to secure everything.

I was kneeling in the mud, trying to salvage one of my plants when I heard a branch snap on the edge of the clearing that made up my yard. I paused and looked around, but didn’t see anything. I scooped up the plant and brought it to the greenhouse. I didn’t see the faint shadow cross the windows inside, or the door. As I came around the corner to walk inside I almost walked directly into someone, which is horrifying when you live alone on the side of a mountain. He was broad-shouldered, half a skull painted on his helmet, and a full head taller than me. He had also startled me so badly, I’d apparently dropped my plant, since he was standing there holding it with mud splashed on his armor. “Sorry,” we said simultaneously. And we stood there for a moment, in the rain, staring at one another. Like morons. A little girl’s voice called from the other side of the cabin, “Hunter?” Little footsteps ran closer until they reached the doorway, “Hunter did you – oh. Hello!” I looked at the little blonde and smiled, then back at who I then knew was Hunter: “Can I have my plant back?” I asked, pointing to my sad little potted crop in his hands. “Oh, yes,” he said, handing it back to me. I walked into the greenhouse and tried to quickly stabilize the crop so I could gather the remaining plants outside. “You’re the pretty teacher! The one in town! Miss Tala!” The little girl said excitedly. “Omega!” Hunter scolded her. I looked up at them with some surprise, “And you’re my…stalkers?” I said with a raise of my eyebrows, half joking. I did recognize them from the market square. Some whispers had gone around of some clones that settled on Pabu and were working with a couple of traders. “N-no! We’ve been working for Mr Tanaka, he told us who you were,” I could hear the embarrassment in Hunter’s voice. Omega looked up at him, giving him a knowing smirk. “We were just passing through when we came across your cabin.” “You wouldn’t happen to know where to find these, would you?” Omega showed me her data pad, a familiar sight on the screen: Storm mushrooms. “There are some that pop up nearby, but you’re running out of time. Come help me with this, and we can go.” I nodded towards the door. Omega helped me carry the last of my crops inside while Hunter secured the tarp over the wood. Hunter walked over to us as we locked up the greenhouse. “We didn’t properly introduce ourselves, I’m Hunter, that’s Omega.” He held out his hand towards me. I took it, “Tala.”

We walked single file down a game trail towards a set of downed trees, whose trunks were sparkling with the bright blue mushrooms. I took out my knife and sliced off a small one, cutting it into three pieces. I popped one piece into my mouth and handed Omega and Hunter the other two. “Why are these considered dangerous?” Omega asked, snacking on the piece I handed her. The three of us started slicing away mushrooms and tucking them into Omega’s satchels. “Inexperienced foragers underestimating how fast the weather changes up here,” I replied. “A few have died in the past or gotten very close to it. Now most people who hire foragers usually have shelters and cabins near sites so there’s a safe place to weather the storm after harvest. I didn’t know Mr Tanaka had a cabin this far up.” I looked at the two of them, and to find them looking at me a little dumbfounded. Hunter and Omega looked at each other, “We’re staying in town,” Hunter said. The drizzle turned to rain, a few snowflakes fluttered down with it and Omega was doing her best not to shiver. “Well, lucky for you I know a place,” I said, quickly slicing away at the mushrooms.The wind almost ripped my back door off its hinges when I opened it. The three of us shuffled inside as the first inch of snow started to cover the ground. I pointed Omega to the refresher to start getting out of her wet clothes, and Hunter towards the fireplace to stoke up the fire I’d prepared, while I ran upstairs to find clothes. He was looking at some photos on the mantel when I came downstairs with clothes for him and Omega. I set her clothes outside of the bathroom door, and walked over to him. His helmet sat on the kitchen counter, and his scarf had ended up bundled around Omega’s head on the hike home. The fire was still low, casting a soft light over his features. I had seen him before, multiple times, but I’d never really got to appreciate him. His wide shoulders made his waist criminally small. His bandana, and thus his hair, was slightly disheveled, and he looked tired. In the forest, I’d missed an opportunity to watch him work with the knife he carried, but I watched as they rested on his hips and moved to pick up different photographs. Not wanting to get caught ogling, I walked up and handed him the dry clothes. He looked down at them, a frown briefly flashing across his features. “Your husband going to be okay with me borrowing these?” I snorted, then upon realizing I snorted, I laughed, “Sorry. That’s probably one of the many reasons I don’t have a husband. What made you think that?” “These are a man’s and you got them from upstairs,” he gave a short laugh of relief. “It’s not an unreasonable assumption.” “Those are my brother-in-laws, and no he won’t mind.”

Omega stepped out of the refresher, bundled up in a set of my pajamas, looking clean and quite content. She settled under some blankets in a chair by the fire, while Hunter and I split off into different refreshers to clean up and warm up ourselves. When I came down the stairs, Omega was curled up in Hunter’s lap asleep on the couch, and he had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. His bandana was off letting his wet curls flop wherever they pleased. The fire crackled, warm light flickering across their faces as they dozed, faces so relaxed and peaceful. I sat in my armchair and admired the pair for a moment; until Hunter’s eyes opened and immediately found mine. They were a warm gray in the firelight, and very tired. “We left you some room over here,” he whispered. “We’ll be warmer together.” “I don’t sleep with strangers,” I said as I grabbed my book off of the end table. When I looked back up at him, his cheeks were flushed and he averted his gaze. “Right. Sorry that was forward of me.” “It’s nothing against you–” I said, moving my head into his line of sight to get his attention. “No, I understand,” he said, still looking away. “I don’t really sleep much anyways, strangers or no strangers.” He looked at me again from the corner of his eye and gave me a half-hearted smile. Snuggling into the couch he wished me a quiet goodnight, leaned his head back, and fell asleep.Omega stirred early, while the end of the storm was blowing through. Hunter awoke to the smell of breakfast. Well, more accurately, to Omega burning half the breakfast and the two of us giggling about it. Maybe my staring should have told the both of us at the time that I was at least attracted to him. But he was too busy smiling at Omega’s tragic attempt to make eggs to notice my ogling. He looked so warm to the touch, standing there half-asleep in wrinkled sleepwear, smoothing Omega’s unruly curls while she made another attempt to cook breakfast. I stopped staring and joined them, and eventually the three of us had something edible. The rest of the morning was spent playing card games together. By the afternoon the storm had passed, and they were dressed to leave. Omega gave me a hug before she bounded down the front steps of my cabin, leaving Hunter and I alone for a moment on the porch. He held out his hand, “Thanks for all your help.” I took it, “Anytime. See you around town then?”

He gave it a short shake and nodded his head with a soft “yeah” as he turned to leave. Before he reached the last step I said his name, making him turn back to me. “Don’t be a stranger,” I said. And a hint of color came to his cheeks.

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[nahoney22]

Congratulations on the followers⭐️ I have a scenario I think you’ll absolutely smash! If possible can I have the prompt “I want to help you… if you’ll let me.” With Hunter and a F!reader.

Hunter is quite hard on reader but only because he’s protective but it comes across super badly and one night you had enough of his nagging and go to a bar for a drink but start getting a bit hassled by a drunk patron and hunter comes to help you out? BUT reader can fully handle herself bc bossbitch 😆 Would love it to be angsty, classic enemies to lovers and it may end with a little smooch?

Thank you if you do this and no worries if not ♥️

4000 Follower Prompt Celebration

Hunter X F!Reader

word count: 3.3k

prompt:

“I want to help you… if you’ll let me.”

authors note: thank you for the request! Love this idea. Enjoy and sorry for the wait 🤍

warnings: enemies to lovers, drunk patron who can’t take no for an answer, canon typical violence, angsty, mild injury to reader, reader gets insulted, female reader, hunter is a bit of an arse at first, first kiss which is a little steamy, protective hunter. I

The aftermath of the latest mission left a sour taste lingering in your mouth, the tension between you and Hunter palpable in the crowded bar. Despite the success of the mission, Hunter couldn't resist injecting his bitter critique into the - what should be - celebratory atmosphere.

As the squad was basking in victory, clinking cups and allowing Omega to indulge in a very sugary concoction that almost had her bouncing off the walls, Hunter's biting words tainted the mood.

His critique of your tactics cut deep, branding you as reckless and a threat to safety, all delivered in front of the entire squad.

Flushed with embarrassment and fueled by anger, you hastily abandoned the bar, seeking refuge in another dimly lit establishment down the strip. Unbeknownst to you, the others exchanged scornful glances, Echo remarking, "She gets it from you, you know?" A subtle nod to your adoption of Hunter's techniques, albeit with less finesse.

Swallowing his pride, Hunter trailed after you with a heavy sigh, the weight of his words hanging heavy on his shoulders as he tried to find a way to make it up to you.

Meanwhile in the new bar, a sketchy run down looking thing with flickering strobe lights, you find yourself situated between two patrons in a world of their own.

As you waited for the service droid to serve you, a small shift from you caught the attention of the man on the left. A rugged looking man with a rather stale odor to match.

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” His inquiry, laced with unwanted charm, sent a shiver down your spine as you maintained a polite smile, avoiding direct eye contact.

“In this dump? Not quite sure. But, just here for one drink,” you replied, hoping to discourage further conversation.

The man chuckled, a smug grin etching lines on his worn face, followed by a troubling cough that was hacked into a dirty rag that makes you squirm. “That so?” He asks after his coughing fit. “Mind if I get ya one?"

"I'll get it myself. Thanks for the offer," you replied, freezing him in his tracks.

"Heh, you think you're too good for me?" he retorted, his gaze piercing.

Sighing, you turned to face him, attempting to maintain composure amidst his growing aggression. "I didn't say anything like that. I'm here to buy my own drink and leave."

But as his tone escalated and his proximity grew, you reached your breaking point. Despite your attempts to politely decline, he persisted, his invasive advances refusing to relent, leaving you feeling increasingly uncomfortable and trapped.

Until you snapped.

Hunter found himself darting his head into every bar and club, your current whereabouts unknown. Frustration gnawed at him as he went to check your location only to see you had switched it off, thwarting his attempts to track you down.

However, a subtle whiff in the air caught his attention, and his stomach churned. The same sensation he developed whenever the smell hit him. He finds himself gulping a little as he instantly recognised the faint scent of the floral soap that only you used.

It left a lingering trace, teasing him that he was on the right track. A part of him wanted to clear the scent away; he had smelled it so often in the Marauder that it always sent his mind into a spiral of confusion and found it rather distracting.

His thoughts on your scent dissipated as the sound of loud banging reverberated down a stairway to a rundown bar. Hunter froze, his senses sharpening as he listened intently. The familiar sound of your voice had him bolting down the steps, instincts kicking in as he rushed to your aid. Or so he thought he had to.

Upon entering, Hunter's heart quickened its pace as he was greeted with the sight of you, hands raised in a defensive stance, facing off against a man whose laughter echoed brashly in your face. The tension in the air was thick as you snapped, “Keep your dirty, mucus breath away from me!”

The man, undeterred by your sharp words, retorted with a smirk, “That ain’t very ladylike of you, sweet cheeks. Calm down and have a drink with me.”

Your nostrils flared in anger, steam seemingly emanating from you as you glared daggers at him. “I said no,” you snarled, your voice dripping with venom. “And call me ‘sweet cheeks’ one more time, I’ll kick you between the legs so hard it won’t be the cough you’re choking on!”

As the confrontation intensified, Hunter's eyes widened in surprise and concern as he watched from a few feet away, momentarily frozen by the scene unfolding before him.

Then, his protective side kicks in, taking a step forward, the need to intervene pulsing through his veins. He speaks your name which causes you to freeze and glance over your shoulder to meet his penetrating gaze. Great.

Meanwhile, the man, sensing the shift in dynamics, glanced over your shoulder too and directed a question at Hunter. “Oi, bandana, does she belong to you?”

Your eyes flashed with defiance as you interrupted before Hunter could respond, your voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “I don’t belong to nobody, let’s get that right,” you hissed, your gaze locked in a fierce glare with the patron.

“You best listen to her,” Hunter piped up, stepping in between you and the man with a protective stance. “But,” he continued, turning to look at you, “I think me and you should get going.”

You stared at the clone, a wave of anger and confusion washing over you. What game was he playing? First, he mocked you, and now he was trying to act like Prince Charming? So, you shook your head adamantly. “I’ve still not had my drink.”

“I said I’ll buy you one,” the patron quipped.

“Will you shut up?” Both you and Hunter snapped at the same time, sharing a surprised glance at the oddity of the moment, but quickly brushing it off. You nudged past him and leaned back on the bartop, determined to get the attention of the service droid.

Hunter's sigh was loud as he stood beside you, gesturing for you to follow him, but you persisted with a shake of your head. You came for a drink, and you would leave with one.

Just as you thought things couldn't get any worse, the patron approached you, reaching a hand towards you. But Hunter was already on the case, swatting the man's hand away with a swift motion. “Lay a finger on her and I’ll break all of yours. Leave.”

You stared at the back of Hunter’s head, your eyes wide in surprise at his tone and sudden threat. He was always a commanding presence, but never to this extent. It made you feel a strange mix of emotions, a tingling sensation spreading from your belly to the tips of your fingers.

The man glanced between you and Hunter, his expression a mixture of defiance and resignation, before taking a final swig of his drink. With a nod of his head, he seemed prepared to leave, but not without delivering a parting shot.

“Put her on a leash next time.”

Despite Hunter's heightened senses, he was not quick enough to respond as you pivoted on your heel and unleashed a hefty punch straight to the man’s nose. The force of the blow sent him sprawling to the ground, landing hard on his rear.

The man, stunned and ready to retaliate, found himself abruptly halted by a boot pressed firmly to his chest, courtesy of the tall Clone. With his hands raised in defense, he hesitated.

“Apologise to the lady,” Hunter demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

“Forget it, Hunter,” you muttered, adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you shook out your hand. “I’m not going to ask someone or force someone to apologise to me.” There was a certain edge in your voice, a subtle reminder of Hunter's own failure to say sorry for his earlier words.

Unfortunately, the disruption had drawn the attention of the service droid (finally), and you and Hunter were promptly forced to leave.

As you were ushered out, you wasted no time in striding ahead, your steps heavy with frustration. The rhythmic tap of your boots echoed against the pavement, a stark contrast to the fading sounds of the bar behind you.

"Hey, wait up!" Hunter's voice called after you, but you were resolute in your determination not to stop. You didn't want him to see your tears, didn't want to show any vulnerability in front of him. Not after everything that had just happened. Not after that painful punch that felt like hitting a brick wall.

Ignoring his calls, you continued forward, your jaw clenched tightly to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over. But your pace was abruptly halted as Hunter caught up to you, using his body as a barrier as he stopped directly in front of you.

"Come on, we need to talk. I need to—Are you crying?" Hunter's voice softened, concern evident in his tone as he noticed the telltale signs of tears glistening in your eyes.

"No!" you snapped back, a reflexive denial, but the tremble in your voice betrayed your true emotions.

Hunter sighed softly, his shoulders slumping slightly as he realised the depth of your distress. "Let’s get back to the ship. We can talk there," he suggested gently, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

A part of you wanted to stay stubborn, to refuse his offer and continue on your own path to perhaps another bar. But the night was growing darker, and the pain in your hand from the earlier punch was becoming increasingly unbearable. With a resigned nod, you reluctantly allowed Hunter to guide you back to the port.

Once inside the ship, the air felt heavier with tension as you stood in the cramped space, watching intently as Hunter meticulously sifted through the clutter of supplies and equipment scattered around. With a focused determination, he located a medkit.

When you insisted that you didn't need him to attend to your injury, considering it wasn't that serious, Hunter's expression hardened, his voice taking on a stern edge. "Yeah? Want to explain why there’s now blood on the ship floor?" The sharpness in his tone made your face flush with embarrassment as you glanced down, noticing the small tear in your skin that had resulted from the brief scuffle.

"Oh," you muttered awkwardly, feeling hot under Hunter's scrutiny.

“Sit here.” Without missing a beat, Hunter gestured for you to sit on a nearby crate, his demeanor firm yet oddly reassuring. As he patted the surface in front of him, you couldn't help but wonder about his motives. Was it your earlier words about his lack of apology that lingered in his mind, prompting this gesture of care? Or was there another reason behind his actions? The uncertainty gnawed at you, but deep down, a part of you couldn't deny the comfort of his presence in that moment.

“I don’t need coddling,” you mumbled half-heartedly, attempting to maintain a facade of independence despite the conflicting emotions swirling within you. Nevertheless, your feet moved almost of their own accord, carrying you towards Hunter as you settled yourself onto the crate in front of him.

"Oh, I know, you handled yourself well," Hunter chuckled softly, his hands moving deftly as he pulled out pads to dab at your skin, preparing to disinfect the area. “I want to help you… if you’ll let me.”

You grumbled in response, your eyes trained on his hands as they worked. "Ha, next joke please."

Hunter raised a brow at you, his expression serious for a moment. "I mean it," he insisted, his tone earnest.

You couldn't help but scoff, the bitterness of his previous criticism still fresh in your mind. "Yet I’m reckless and a danger to others?" you retorted, your voice tinged with sarcasm and frustration.

A heavy sigh escaped Hunter's lips, and he paused in his actions, looking you directly in the eye, though you were doing your hardest not to meet his gaze. "I want to say sorry for what I said. I… I should have said it to you alone. And differently."

You could hear the slight awkwardness in his tone, but it did come across as honest. Yet, you were still annoyed. “Yeah well, you completely embarrassed and upset me.”

He blinked, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as your voice took on a gentle tone tinged with sadness. “I know, and I am sorry. Truly. But, I only said it because…” he trailed off for a moment, his eyes trained on the medkit again, as if searching for the answer within.

“Because?” You prompted him, giving his leg a small nudge with your foot.

“Because I care. I don’t want you taking risks like I do. Like what the others do.” Hunter's admission hung in the air, revealing a layer of concern and perhaps a touch of vulnerability.

There was a gravity to Hunter's words, a weight that seemed to hang in the air, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within you. It was as if his sudden sincerity reached out and tugged at the strings of your heart, tempting you to lean into the warmth of his presence. But you resisted, holding back the urge to act on the tumultuous feelings that were suddenly swirling inside you.

“You certainly have an odd way with words in that case,” you found yourself saying, your voice slightly breathless as you struggled to make sense of the complex emotions churning within you. Hunter seemed to notice the subtle change in your demeanor, his senses catching the telltale signs of your heightened heartbeat.

“You’re not wrong,” he admitted quietly, his own voice apologetic. With gentle precision, he applied some bactaspray to your knuckles, his touch light yet reassuring. As he dabbed away the blood, you couldn't help but hiss in pain, the sting overlapping the odd flutter in your heart.

“My apologies,” Hunter murmured, his gaze meeting yours with sincerity.

Despite the slight discomfort, there was a flicker of amusement in your eyes as you watched him meticulously care for your hand. Never had you seen him so gentle and so indulged at the task at hand.

As you watched Hunter, the smirk gradually faded from your lips, replaced by a sense of awe as your eyes traced the finer details of his face. His strong jawline, the depth of his intoxicating eyes, and the tattoo that adorned his skin, its colors slightly faded but still complimenting his rugged appearance perfectly. His long locks, usually tucked back by his bandana, had fallen forward, framing his face in a way that emphasised his rugged charm.

You came to a sudden realisation of just how handsome he was. Of course, you had always known it on some level, but now it struck you with a new intensity that made your heart quicken and your cheeks flush with a sudden shyness.

“So, do you forgive me?” Hunter's voice broke through your reverie, pulling you back to reality and you found yourself momentarily lost in the depths of his gaze.

“Sorry, what?” you blinked, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat your cheeks as you snapped out of your reverie, realizing you had been lost in awe-struck admiration of Hunter.

He chuckled softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he raised a brow at your dazed stare. “No, it’s me who is the one saying ‘sorry’ this time.” With a gentle touch, he guided your attention back to your injured hand, his movements careful and deliberate as he applied a dressing before neatly packing the medkit away. “But I’ll ask again, do you forgive me?”

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling a mixture of confusion, shyness, and bashfulness under his attentive gaze. “I suppose… just please don’t do it again.”

“You have my word,” he nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. When his gaze met yours, the swirling storm of your emotions came back, and your heart raced even faster than before when he extended his hand towards you.

You tried to play it off as a simple gesture to help you off the crate, but as you placed your good hand into his, there was a gentle squeeze in his touch before he effortlessly pulled you forward, almost causing you to stumble into his chest.

“Oh!- oh,” you stammered, quickly steadying yourself but growing increasingly aware of the proximity between you and the Sergeant.

His eyes remained locked on yours, his head tilting slightly to the side as he studied your reaction. “Everything alright?” he asked, his voice soft, the warmth of his hand still lingering on yours.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you nodded firmly, though the erratic thumping of your heart betrayed your composure, and you couldn't shake the feeling that Hunter could sense it, a twinkle of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Tell me,” his voice was hushed, his warm breath brushing against your features as he leaned in closer, “why is your heart beating so fast?”

You gulped, feeling his proximity overwhelming your senses as you searched his eyes for an answer, but all you found was a reflection of your own turmoil. The truth was written in the depths of your gaze, but your words failed you, and you found yourself stuttering over your thoughts, unable to form a coherent sentence. It was as if the weight of your unspoken feelings hung heavy in the air between you.

“If I’m not mistaken,” Hunter spoke aloud, his other hand moving to gently push a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “I can’t help but wonder if you…” He trailed off, uncertainty lacing his words, but he couldn't ignore the palpable tension that crackled between you any longer, “if you have feelings for me.”

“Do you truly care about me?” you asked, your voice a delicate whisper tinged with a shyness as you found yourself yearning to inch just a tad closer to Hunter's body. Every nerve in your body seemed to hum with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desires.

Sensing your feelings, Hunter gently pushed you back with his body, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as your legs hit the crate behind you. His eyes, dark and intense, bore into yours as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “You don’t understand how much I care,” his voice rumbled low, the depth of his emotions evident in his tone. “I’ve never cared about anyone so much in my life.”

With just the two of you here, the atmosphere crackled with an electrifying tension, each heartbeat echoing in the silence as you teetered on the edge of something unspoken yet undeniable.

“Well,” you whispered, your injured hand reaching out to touch his chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his shirt as if seeking reassurance, “maybe I do too. Maybe I do have feelings for you.”

A sigh, almost a mix of a moan and relief, escaped Hunter's lips at your words. “Come here to me,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

Without hesitation, you closed the distance between the pair of you, your lips meeting his in a somewhat long-awaited embrace. Hunter's arms enveloped you, one hand cradling your body with a firm yet gentle touch, while the other slid to the back of your head, holding you close with a tenderness that made your heart flutter as his fingers tangled in your hair.

Lifting you, you're placed on top of the crate once again, Hunter sandwiched between your legs as you both savor the quiet and serene moment. Your bitterness had vanished, replaced with the soft taste of his tongue dancing with yours. An alcoholic tang.

For a moment, all the tension, all the longing and arguing melted away as you molded into each other, lost in the sweetness of the kiss and the warmth of each other's embrace. “Hunter,” you whimper breathlessly.

You hoped the others wouldn’t come back for a while.

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Promise?

Hunter x fem!reader, Tech, Phee, and Omega

Word Count: ~4.8k

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut (this is basically just filth), slight exhibitionism, Tech being a menace

A/N: This fic has killed me in more ways than one but I’m excited to finally share it. The prompt "Don’t make promises you can’t keep. So beg.” came from @homie-one-kenobi and I want to thank her and @techs-feral-wife and @a-single-tulip again for all their help with this ❤️ 

You had come to know the many sides of Hunter over the years. You knew Sergeant CT-9901, the fierce and loyal soldier of the Republic. You knew Sergeant Hunter, the leader and brother his siblings needed to make it through battle after battle. You knew him as a mercenary, struggling with his place in a galaxy overrun with injustice. More recently, you got to know Hunter as a father, watching the way Omega’s presence started to heighten his affectionate side. But this new side of Hunter was doing something to you.

You truly hadn’t meant for things to escalate beyond innocent affection. But then a look lasted a little too long, your hand lingering on Hunter’s lower back when you brushed past him, standing just a little too close when you spoke. They had been unconscious movements, faint urges to be close to him or to just admire his profile in the warm sunlight until the tension was almost unbearable. There was something about being on Pabu that made it feel impossible to keep your focus and hands off of Hunter. 

He seemed calmer, shoulders looking less tense and his smile lingering for longer than normal. And now, standing at the kitchen sink after cleaning up dinner, you found yourself admiring him again. Hunter had his back to you, his hair moving with the breeze rolling off the ocean as he stared out at the dying rays stretching across lower Pabu. It had become a routine for him recently, leaning against the half-wall outside the small house just as the sun started to dip below the horizon.

It may not have been as apparent to anyone else, but you could see that there was a tightness about his shoulders, something you recognized as a sign that something was bothering him. You moved toward the doorway, pondering if you should interrupt him when the sound of hurried footsteps stopped you short. You glanced down just as Omega appeared beside you, a bright smile on her face and you weren’t sure if you were going to like whatever was going to come out of her mouth. 

“I’m gonna go night fishing with Wrecker, okay?” That wasn’t what you were expecting but it was better than her coming to tell you Wrecker had knocked a light fixture off the low ceiling…again. 

“Fine by me, kiddo,” you replied with a smile. Despite still having his back to the dwelling, you knew Hunter had heard her and when he didn’t move to object, you winked at the young clone. “Catch me something big.” 

“Okay!” Omega cheered, barely finishing the word before she took off in the direction of the docks. You watched her with a soft smile, silently thanking Wrecker and Phee for giving you a few precious hours of privacy with Hunter.

“I hope you have your comm!” Hunter called, turning his head in Omega’s direction. She was too far for you to hear her response but you assumed the answer was yes when Hunter stayed quiet. As the last wisps of light disappeared, Hunter turned to face you, the gentle breeze tussling his hair and blowing a few strands into his eyes as he closed the short distance.

“You okay?” you asked softly, lightly trailing your hand down the curve of his bicep. Hunter made a soft rumbling sound in response as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tucked his face against your neck. The soft gesture had you melting, your arms wrapping around his narrow waist; you went still when his chest expanded with a long, deep breath.

“You sweat more here,” he noted, his voice muffled against your skin. Your lashes fluttered, your brain scrambling to understand where the conversation was going while simultaneously trying not to get offended by the comment.

“Well, yeah, it’s a tropical island, Hunter,” you huffed, brows pinching together in confusion. You pulled away from him, expecting to meet his eyes only to realize he wasn’t looking at your face. The intensity of his stare had you taking stock of your body, realizing a second too late that you could feel a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck. It was nearly impossible to differentiate between his pupils and his irises as they followed the curve of your neck. 

Hunter closed the gap again, hugging you close as the tip of his nose came to rest just under your ear. Your mouth dropped open at the slow drag of his tongue across your skin, retracing the path your sweat had just taken. 

“Did I say it was a bad thing?” he breathed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. The air left your lungs in a quiet wheeze, every nerve ending suddenly hyper-aware of Hunter pressed up against you. You gasped, stumbling over your feet when he started walking you backward into the blessedly empty house. “Wanted to get my attention today, huh?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, curling your fingers around his belt.

“Must’ve thought you were cute with all that teasing today too,” he huffed, trailing kisses down the length of your neck.  

“I wasn’t teasing,” you argued, knowing damn well what those leading touches did to him. “I just like being close to you.” The faint graze of teeth against your jaw made you shiver, your grip on his belt tightening.

“Don’t play coy, sweetheart,” he chided lightly, his lips barely brushing against the side of your neck. You jumped slightly when your tailbone bumped into the edge of the dining room table, Hunter crowding you against the cool stone slab. His arms fell away from your shoulders, dropping down to curl around your waist as he pressed his face against your neck again, breathing deeply.  

“Won’t happen again,” you sighed, doing your best to calm your racing heart, “I promise.”

“Mm don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Hunter hummed, kissing his way across your exposed shoulder. “Clearly you wanted something from me.”

“Well, I always want you,” you replied, letting your head roll back as he left a mark at the base of your neck. A soft moan slipped out when you rolled your hips, searching for any kind of friction.

“Tell me exactly what you want, mesh’la,” Hunter encouraged, pressing the outline of his cock into your hip.

“Easy,” you chuckled a little breathlessly, “your cock.”

“Well, if you want it, really want it…beg for it.” His voice raised goosebumps across your skin, the husky edge making your cheeks burn. Begging wasn’t a new request for you or him, but you had been wound so tight all day, aching for the tiniest bit of his attention. Now that you had it…you weren’t sure how long you could play this game. 

Hunter kissed up your neck and across your cheek, only to pause at the corner of your mouth, one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head. He kissed you with an urgency that made his earlier threat lose some of its weight and you almost giggled. Hunter put on a good show, years of learning to manage his senses would do that, but you could still tell he was struggling. The faint tremor in his hands, the harshness of his breathing, and the subtle movement of his hips gave away just how tightly wound you had managed to get him.

So of course, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and sway him, carefully moving one hand to his belt buckle. A strong, warm hand clamped down around your wrist, stopping you just short of your goal, your frustrated whine morphing into a gasp when he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“You know the rules,” Hunter warned, bumping his nose against yours but pulling away when you tried to capture his lips again. You stifled an exasperated sigh and let your head drop, resting your forehead against his chin as you tried to catch your breath. Now that Hunter wasn’t consuming every one of your senses, you were keenly aware of the hard line of his cock pressing into your leg. You were almost mad at yourself for not exploiting his weakness for your mouth. 

“I do,” you agreed, managing to coax him into one more languid kiss. Hunter sputtered when you suddenly broke the kiss, but it quickly morphed into a huff of surprised laughter when you sank to your knees. You didn’t give him the chance to argue, expertly unclipping the straps around his thighs before reaching for his belt buckle. Movement above your head had you looking up to find Hunter’s eyes locked onto your face, pupils wide and endless as he tossed his vambrace onto the table behind you. 

The belt dropped to the floor with a thud, and there was a moment where you were almost disappointed that you wouldn’t get to undress him yourself. The soft gasp he let out when you finally got his pants undone somewhat made up for it. You pushed his pants off, waiting until he kicked them aside before sitting forward on your knees, your mouth watering as you let your tongue loll out, putting on a show. The response was immediate and exactly what you wanted. Hunter’s jaw went slack, a harsh exhale whistling past his lips as he gripped the base of his cock, and your eyes caught the metallic twinkle of his piercing just under the head before he was sliding it through the saliva pooling on your tongue. The groan that tore from his chest was straight out of a wet dream, sending a chill down your spine. You may have been the one on your knees, but Hunter was putty in your hands.

“You–you did this on purpose,” Hunter rumbled in between pants. His breath hitched when you pulled your tongue back, closing your lips around him. You hummed in response, startling a sharp cry from Hunter, his hand shooting up to grip your hair, gently coaxing you to take more of him. You looked up the length of his body, finding his head thrown back, and admired the taunt lines of his throat that flexed when he swallowed. 

As if he could feel your gaze, his head dropped down, chin almost resting against his heaving chest. You paused when he threatened to hit the back of your throat, forcing yourself not to gag as you stared up at him with half-lidded eyes. He was the embodiment of sin like this: the muscles of his abdomen clenched and unclenched sporadically, his inked chest jumping with stunted breaths, and the dim light threw shadows over the tattooed side of his face, making his features look sharper. Staring down at you like this, Hunter looked dangerous, almost predatory. 

You breathed deeply through your nose before lazily starting to bob your head, pausing long enough to gently run your tongue over the piercing on the underside of his cock before sinking back down. Hunter’s quiet groans quickly escalated into whimpers, each rough, unhindered sound made your clit throb, begging for even the slightest bit of friction.

The hand fisted in your hair loosened and you slowed your pace, eyes following his hand as it came down to cup your jaw. Your exhale rushed through your nose when his thumb traced your lower lip, spreading the spit leaking from the corner of your lips down your chin. The look in his eyes was addicting, the genuine wonderment mingling with adoration almost made you falter. You suddenly wanted nothing more than to watch him come undone like this, spilling down your throat as his face twisted with pleasure.

Hunter’s half-lidded eyes were still trained on you, although he didn’t seem to notice your hand moving. His thighs tensed when you gently cupped his balls, but you didn't stop there. You very lightly press on the skin just behind them, causing his mouth to drop open, letting out an involuntary whine.

“St - stop,” he keened, a high, sharp sound you weren’t aware he could even make. You froze, blinking a few times as he panted, jerking his hips back until he slid out of your mouth. There was a moment of silence, Hunter struggling to catch his breath, leaving you to watch the way his cock throbbed in his hand.

“Why’d you stop?” you prodded, your voice sounding rougher than usual. A smirk lifted the corner of your lips, knowing that he was seconds away from spilling down your throat, something he usually indulged in.

“Why do you think?” Hunter grunted, sucking in a deep breath as he pushed his bandana higher, keeping his hair out of his face. Once his impending orgasm had seemed to recede, his hand started to move in slow, smooth strokes; it was pretty fucking close to torture for you and he knew it. You tried to lean closer, parting your lips in hopes of enticing him enough that he’d play nice; his free hand snagged your jaw, keeping you just out of reach. 

“Hunter,” you whined, looking through your lashes. It was clear that his restraint was slipping, given away only by the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. It felt like lava had replaced your blood, pumping a dizzying heat through your veins, your clit aching for any kind of attention, although you knew how this game went. Your plan wasn’t working in your favor, at all, but you were too invested now, no matter how borderline painful it was. 

You gently pushed against his hold on your face, an excited shiver racking your body when his grip gave a tiny bit. That dark, searing stare you had seen a thousand times cut through you, almost making you back out but you had started this. Hunter arched a brow when your tongue poked out again, his expression growing more intrigued, allowing you to move closer. Finding that little piece of metal was muscle memory at this point, the tip of your tongue flicking over the bar under his skin. Hunter choked on a gasp, his hips jerking forward in a desperate, unconscious movement that pressed the bar into your tongue. 

You traced the shape, looking through your lashes to watch the dark ink covering his chest shift with each ragged breath. A hand suddenly gripped your hair and you caught the warning in his dark gaze. He partly lifted, partly guided you to your feet, immediately pressing you into the edge of the table. There was a pause, his parted lips hovering just out of reach, a wild look in his eyes. 

He held your gaze, daring you to look away as his hands slid under the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric higher until it bunched up around the band of your bra. You automatically lifted your arms, shivering when he hooked his thumbs under the band, and slowly pulled the two pieces of fabric up over your head, carelessly tossing them aside. A shiver shook your shoulders, sending you shuffling closer to him, hoping to steal some of his warmth, bringing a half-smile to his face. 

“Gorgeous,” Hunter breathed, one of his hands cupping your breast. He caught your lips again before lightly tweaking your nipple, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth when your jaw dropped open. Each movement was precise as you slowly came unraveled, pushing you toward what he wanted in the first place. 

Your body acted on instinct, your stance widening when Hunter pressed closer. The position was all wrong but you were too caught up in the feel of his hands on your skin to notice. Your hands came to rest on his chest, your nails sinking into muscle when he slid his cock between your thighs. The slow drag against your folds forced a slightly frustrated groan past your lips and your hips subconsciously matched his rhythm. He coated himself in your arousal, his breathing getting heavier with each lazy thrust until the need to have him inside you was almost maddening.  

“Hunter,” you whispered against his lips. But you already knew the pleading tone in your voice wouldn’t be enough. “Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?” he pressed, tracing the shape of your nipple at an infuriatingly slow pace. 

“Quit being an ass,” you whined, bumping your forehead against his. 

“Should’ve thought about that earlier,” he said with a faint shrug, moving away from your mouth to kiss along your jaw. He hesitated near your ear, sliding his free hand up your side to gently knead your other breast, humming when you pressed into his touch. “Come on, sweetie. Give me what I want and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you like I know you’re aching for.” 

“Fuck,” you hissed, accepting that it was time to swallow the tiny bit of pride you were hanging onto. Hunter’s touch was feather-like as he trailed his fingers down your stomach, the anticipation making you dizzy. Your entire body tense when he pressed the pad of his thumb directly onto your clit, just holding it there and you waited for the starburst of pleasure only for nothing to happen. The pressure wasn’t enough, acting solely as a reminder of what he wanted from you and you almost wanted to cry in frustration. You arched into his hand, attempting to grind against him one last time before giving in. “Please, Hunter. I want to forget everything that isn’t your name. I want to sit down tomorrow at breakfast and remember the way you felt inside me.”

He groaned against the curve of your neck, the feather-like graze of his teeth acting as just a taste of what was to come. “Oh, you filthy thing,” he breathed, tracing your jugular with the tip of his nose, “bend over for me. Let me see how bad you want it.” 

You were clumsy in your desperation, your arms hitting the tabletop a little harder than you had intended. You expected to feel Hunter at your back, strong hands gripping your hips, but there was nothing but cool, evening air. After a few more seconds, you looked over your shoulder but he wasn’t looking at your face. His attention was fixated on your glistening pussy, dark eyes watching it desperately clench as he lazily stroked himself. Seeing him pleasuring himself at the sight of you made the trembling you had kept under control become known. 

“Hunter,” you whined, pressing your chest closer to the table, and pushing your ass out. 

“You look good like this,” he mused, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug smirk. There was a charged silence that followed as you tried not to fidget under his heavy gaze. Just as you were about to turn your head, the sound of him spitting made you freeze, your lashes fluttering until you heard the sound of his spit-slicked hand returning to its previous slow pace. 

“Yeah, well I’d look a lot better with your cock inside me,” you bit back, the bone-deep need to feel him making your teeth grind in frustration. You met his eyes over your shoulder, batting your lashes and it seemed to work when his jaw flexed. Hunter held your gaze as he closed in on you, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in your scent. 

“Can’t say I disagree, cyare,” he rumbled, his hand following the curve of your spine. The grip on the back of your neck made you freeze, not even daring to breathe too deeply as he leaned over you, the length of his cock sliding against your soaked folds. Your mouth fell open in a soundless cry when the blunt tip pushed in and Hunter paused, a stunted gasp rushing past his lips when you tensed. The next movement had your breath catching, the brush of metal making your knees weak.

“Every time,” Hunter chuckled breathlessly, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. He didn’t speed up, splitting you open at an agonizing pace and all you could do was take it. A shaky breath puffed against your shoulder when his hips met your ass, his teeth grazing your shoulder. Your eyes rolled back when the rigid metal of his piercing kissed your g-spot and you trembled under his weight. Using the grip on the back of your neck, he pulled you off the table, making you suddenly aware of how soothing the stone had been on your sweltering skin. 

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pressing himself even deeper, forcing a sound out of you that was somewhere between a gasp and moan while his other arm curled around your chest. You dropped your head against his shoulder, enticing him to cup one of your breasts. A stillness settled around you, leaving you with no option but to just stand there, stuffed and shivering with anticipation. Your inhale synced with his, the only warning you had before Hunter started to roughly grind against your ass. 

You moaned softly, turning your face toward him, panting against his cheek, and forcing your eyes open when his thrusts slowed considerably. It took a few seconds for your eyes to focus, your lashes fluttered when you noticed that his attention was fixed on something across the room. 

“What’s wrong?” you whispered, doing your best to ignore the head-spinning girth of his cock filling you. 

“Look,” he breathed, coming to a stop seated inside you. It took more effort than you wanted to admit to lift your head, letting it roll lazily as you searched for whatever had his attention. It took a few seconds of searching the room before your eyes landed on the window looking out over Pabu. The reflection was dark, barely more than an outline, but you were suddenly just as transfixed as Hunter. You could see the outline of his broad shoulders, the way he wrapped himself around you, his silhouetted face hovering beside yours.

“Mm, we look good,” you purred, grinding back against him as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You watched his eyes slam shut, his brows pinching together with a soft moan. You looked past your reflection at the twinkle of lights, a thought hitting you. “I wonder if anyone can see us?” Hunter’s head dropped slightly as he throbbed inside you, sending a chill racing across your skin. Of course he liked that idea. 

“I want you to watch too,” Hunter ordered softly, jerking his hip and punching a choked-off moan out of you. “I want you to watch yourself cum on my cock.” Your playful undertone fizzled out, his command rumbling against your back. And who were you to disobey an order like that? 

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, keeping your eyes glued to your shared reflection. Hunter growled against your ear, jerking his hips forward until the barbell on the underside of his cock pressed deliciously into your g-spot. 

“Cheeky today,” he mused, holding himself perfectly still for a moment before pulling out to just the tip. “Keep your eyes on the window, sweetheart.” He didn’t give you a chance to respond, starting a measured pace that had you seeing stars with every thrust. Keeping your eyes open took every ounce of brainpower you could spare as your quiet gasps turned into pathetic mewls. You watched Hunter’s lips pull back in a snarl before his head dropped onto your shoulder, muffling his groans. 

“Talk–talk to me, cyare,” he panted, readjusting his grip on your breast to tweak your nipple. 

“Fuck,” you gasped when he pulled your hips away from the table, hitting that devastating spot with expert precision. You scrambled for something to hold onto, your nails digging into the back of the hand wrapped around your waist. Gritting your teeth, you desperately tried to piece together a sentence, anything to express your desires. “I-I want you to cum so hard I can feel you pulsing inside me.” The hand you had tangled in his curls closed, tugging hard enough to startle a whine from the back of his throat. 

“Keep - fuck - keep going,” Hunter rasped, his thrust growing harsher. You tried to catch your breath, forcing your eyes to focus on the faint outline of your bodies. Each snap of his hips made your breasts bounce and you released Hunter’s hair, moving to cover his hand that was still cupping one of them. 

“I-I love…I love your strong hands all over me,” you breathed, squeezing his hand to tighten his grip. You were searching for any bit of stimulation to tip the scales but even the brush of his calloused hands against your sensitive nipple wasn’t enough. You teetered on the edge, doing your best to meet his thrusts, trying to arrange your hazy thoughts when Hunter finally took pity on you. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, pressing down on your stomach, “I know you need it.” Blood rushed in your ears, the added pressure on your stomach intensifying the inferno already growing there. You somehow managed to find your target, your back arching when you started frantically circling your clit, chasing the pleasure making the edges of your vision fuzzy. 

“Ah–fuck,” Hunter whimpered, his thrusts faltering as your walls fluttered as the pleasure peaked. “So–so close, please–please cum for me.” The barely concealed desperation in his voice is what sent you hurtling over the edge, your entire body locking up as you sobbed his name. You almost didn’t register his orgasm through the blinding pleasure until the sharp sensation of teeth clamping down on your shoulder snapped you back into your body, another wave of pleasure washing over you. 

It all bled together, white-hot and all-consuming ecstasy as a few tears slipped out from the corners of your eyes. You sagged forward, pulling Hunter down with you until your flushed skin met the welcome relief of the cool tabletop. Hunter managed to catch himself on one arm so he didn’t crush you, his forehead coming to rest against your sweaty shoulder blade. The thought of just melting to the floor occurred to you but his extra weight kept you pinned in place as your legs trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You turned your head enough to bump your temples against his chin in an affectionate little headbutt that earned you a soft, broken laugh. 

Just as you started to regain some semblance of higher motor function, the shrill beeping of Hunter’s com cut through the peaceful silence. You and Hunter snapped to attention, finding his discarded vambrace a few inches away. When he didn’t make a move to grab it you stretched across the table, gasping when his soft cock shifted inside your sensitive cunt. You ignored the exasperated look he sent you, holding the armor in front of his face. He shot you one more unimpressed look before tapping the button, resting more of his weight on you. 

“Huh?” he grunted, clearly expecting one of his brothers. 

“Ah, I take it you’re finished with your procreational activities.” You blinked down at the flashing device, a little surprised to hear Tech’s voice; it took a few seconds for you to register what he had said.

“Tech,” you started, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you felt, “how did you know that’s, uh, what we were doing.”

“Well, if you had bothered to look out the window, you would have no need to ask,” Tech stated matter-of-factly. Your stomach dropped and you stiffened at the same time Hunter did; he shifted a bit, covering more of your body with his. 

“Get away from the window, Tech,” Hunter all but growled.

“Apologies. The concept that someone could be watching you appeared not to bother you mere minutes ago,” Tech countered, an unusually mischievous tone to his voice that you wouldn’t have noticed if you didn’t know him as well as you did. 

“Tech,” Hunter warned in that special tone he saved just for his little brother. 

“Come on, brown eyes, let them get decent,” was muffled through the com but you recognized Phee’s voice immediately. When she spoke again she sounded closer which you hoped meant she had pulled Tech away. “Oh and don’t worry, we just got here.”

“Wonderful,” you huffed, dropping your head onto the table.

“Goodbye,” Hunter snapped, disconnecting the call with a bit more force than necessary. The silence that followed was tense, Hunter still rigid behind you as you blinked at the lifeless comlink. 

You felt the soft vibration of his laugh against your back first, the sensation growing as the seconds passed until Hunter hid his face against your shoulder. Feeling his amusement only made it harder to contain your own until you both broke. Your combined laughter was breathless and giddy and you leaned into it, savoring the rare moment of unadulterated joy with the man you had grown to love. 

Even if it came about because Tech was an absolute bastard.

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[rainydaydream-gal18]

(The Bad Batch) Hunter x Reader: Timing

Word Count: 2,844

Warnings: Mentions of O66, some angst, kissy kissy.

   You lowered your head, pulling the hood of your cloak farther down over your face in hopes to keep you from being recognizable by any untrustworthy characters.  By the looks of it, that meant everyone in this parlor.

   It was a risky move going there in the first place.  Incredibly dangerous.  Some might deem it unwise, but it was all you had.

   Ever since that day…that horrible day… you’d been keeping an extremely low profile.  You traveled from place to place, having to choose the shadiest modes of transport to avoid the chain code system.  Being on the Empire’s most wanted list meant that you had to take every precaution.

   You glanced around the crowded parlor, getting a feel for the room.  The majority of customers were gathered around one of the dejarik boards.  Things were getting rowdy as one individual was just about to defeat his opponent.  No one would pay you any mind.

   Good.  You could locate the one known as Cid without drawing attention to yourself.

   She was a known jedi informant, and now a possible way to reach some old friends.

   Thanks to Rex’s description, you were able to find her very quickly.  She was seated at the bar, quietly sipping her drink and watching the game.  You exhaled slowly to gather yourself before walking over and taking the seat next to her.

   You ordered a drink casually, knowing that if you jumped right into a slew of questions that she’d be much less likely to give you an answer.  Finally, when your drink was set down in front of you, you took a sip and turned to the cantina owner.

   “Good evening,” you greeted.

   Her yellow eyes regarded you with skepticism that you were speaking to her, but she remained curt.  “‘Evening.”

   “I am looking for some friends of mine.  I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.”

   She lifted a scaly brow, scowling.

   “Could you tell me where I might find a group?”  You paused, searching for the right words.  There was a good chance that they wouldn’t go by their Republic designation.  “It’s a very particular group.  I’ve been told they do odd jobs for you.”

   Cid leaned back, her expression calculating.  “I might know of a group.  Depends on who’s asking.”

   “I’m an ally.”

   She huffed.  “Sure you are.”

   Cid didn’t say anything more, but the message had gotten across.  You could only hope that you’d reach them.  If you couldn’t, then you’d have to contact Rex again…  You remained at the counter, watching as Cid slipped away.

   The anticipation of seeing them, seeing him again, was almost too much to bear.  Your mind flooded with memories as you waited.  Memories of the first time you’d met the intriguing squad.  Memories of the first time you’d locked eyes with him.

   “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sergeant.” you greeted, blocking a stream of laser blasts.  “Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”

   His voice emerged smoky and mysterious through the modulator of his helmet as he took out a nearby droid with his viroblade.  “Pleasure’s all mine, General.”

   Later on, after the initial wave of droids, he removed his helmet to speak with you face-to-face.  You were well aware of how the Bad Batch differed from other troops, but it was still surprising to see their appearances.

   “Your squad is most impressive,” you said, trying very hard to push down the immediate feelings of attraction that began to blossom as you admired his tattooed features.  “And you arrived in just the nick of time.”

   He gave a small chuckle, his brow lifting.  “It’s what we do.”

   “Yeah!”  The one known as Wrecker jumped into the conversation, giving a hearty laugh.  “Those droids never stand a chance against us!”

   Tech was typing away on a set of buttons on his armor.  “They are falling back.  By my calculations, they will regroup shortly for a final attack.”

   “We’d better get ready then,” Crosshair smirked, placing a toothpick between his teeth.

   “Any orders?” Hunter asked.  It was apparent that the squad was very accustomed to working independently, but he made a point to recognize your authority as a jedi general.

   “None except that we retake this base,” you replied, making Wrecker practically jump.

   “I like her!”

   You found yourself smiling against the rim of your glass right before taking a sip.  That battle marked the beginning of your time with the Bad Batch.  You had the rank of general, but you’d never assumed command of a legion.  The Council would send you on independent missions as they saw fit, and after the success of that one, you were granted permission to assist the squad on a series of assignments.

   You came to see the Bad Batch as family. Aside from the particularly risky missions, it was the happiest period of your life.

   And that’s where it got messy.

   You recalled so vividly the bonds you’d formed with the brothers.  The hours working on the ship with Tech.  The many different ways to blow up a droid that Wrecker taught you.  The time you’d spent getting to know Crosshair and read him, though you still found him puzzling at times.  The talks you had with Hunter.

   Things got extremely messy when taking into account the feelings you harbored for the sergeant in secret, though such attachments to him, or anyone for that matter, were forbidden.  What was worse…he felt the same for you, and he knew about your attachment to him.  You could feel it every time his mind was near.  With both of you being so sensitive to your surroundings, it was bound to happen.  It was an unspoken thing between you.  Though you ached for more, you decided that being near him was enough.

   Then, there was the night that everything seemed to implode.

   Another successful mission.

   You gazed out at the beautiful star streaks across the dash as the Marauder traveled at lightspeed.  All was quiet aboard the ship.  Save for Tech’s busy mind, everyone seemed to be settling down for some much-needed rest.

   Oh.  There was one more mind that hadn’t been lulled by the sound of the engine.  Footsteps made their way up toward the front of the ship where you stood.

   “Hey. Sarge.”  The very informal greeting was a result of much time spent with the Batch.  The lot of you had forsaken by-the-book speech.  

   His eyes did not flash in amusement like they normally would.  His brows furrowed seriously as he leaned against the wall, and your voice took on a more concerned tone.  “Everything alright?”

   “Yeah,” he replied, though he didn’t look any less troubled.  “Just…a few things on my mind.”

   “Anything you’d like to share?  Maybe talking about it will help,” you offered helpfully.  “I’m no Yoda, but I’d like to think that learning under him has earned me some wisdom.”  You chuckled, giving him a playful nudge.

   “It’s-” he hesitated, gaze meeting yours meaningfully.  “I don’t think you want me to talk about this.”

   You tilted your head in confusion.  “Why not?”

   “Because it’s about…us.  This.  Whatever this is.”

   You caught on to where his mind was, feeling your heart flutter and stomach drop at the same time.  Your lips parted with a tiny “oh” sound escaping from them.  He was right.  This was definitely something you didn’t want to talk about. You couldn’t offer him a commitment.  Your code wouldn’t allow that.  But you didn’t want to lose him. This conversation could very well change everything.

   “Hunter… Before you continue, I just want to say that I…I…”

   “I know,” he said, stepping forward.  It was a small step, but it put him in your space entirely.  Suddenly his handsome face was all you could see, and that musky scent of his was the only thing you could smell.  His gloved hand reached out gently to brush your fingers.

   He knew what you felt for him… because that’s what he felt for you.

   “And I’m not asking for anything.  Or hoping.  I just…have to tell you at least once that I do too.”

   His lips ghosted over yours.  The warmth of his breath fanned your face, drawing you in while that feeling of comfort and security that you felt with him washed over you.  Your fingers entwined with his gloved ones, and you allowed yourself a single moment.  Hunter pressed his lips to your own briefly, testing the waters.  You leaned in before he could pull away, capturing him in another kiss, which he deepened.

   It was only a single moment, absolutely forbidden and beautiful.

   The kiss ended all too soon, with Hunter whispering a low “good night” before heading for his rack to get a few hours of sleep.  You remained in the cockpit, caught up in the thrill of what happened, yet completely torn.

   You felt tears well up in your eyes as you recalled what happened next.  It was right after returning from that mission that the Council had decided to reassign you to assist another jedi in an entirely different system.

   That was the end of your time with the Batch during the Clone Wars.  You couldn’t protest the Council’s decision without betraying some sort of attachment.  Even if the Council didn’t pick up on anything romantic, they still wouldn’t be so keen on your preference of the squad over where duty called you.  The Council’s decision had come so quickly that part of you feared that somehow they knew.

   So you carried out orders without so much as a hesitation.  You didn’t reach out to Hunter, fearful that he would also be at risk somehow.  Time passed.  The war came to an end.

   You’d barely escaped the former chancellor’s horrid order.  And after so many months on your own, wondering where your squad was in all this mess, assuming the worst, you ran into Rex, and he informed you of his discovery of them, the removal of their chips, and their whereabouts.

   It was only a matter of a few rotations before you found yourself at Cid’s Parlor.

   There was no telling how your arrival would be received.  Would they be angry?  Hurt?  Would they be glad to see you?  You imagined that the others would be glad, at least.

   The moment had arrived.  The first one you saw was Wrecker, towering over everyone else in the cantina as he made his way out from the back.  He spotted you right away, and a huge grin spread across his face.

   “Hey!  It’s ________!”

   He emerged from the crowd with Hunter just in front of him, followed by Tech.  Another trooper walked out after him that you didn’t recognize and also a young girl.

   “Ah, _________” Tech said in recognition.  “I am pleased to see you alive and well, considering the events concluding the war.”

   “You have no idea how glad I am to see all of you,” you replied warmly.  “It’s like coming home.”  You mustered the courage to meet Hunter’s eyes, hoping you’d find a similar welcome.  His gaze was piercing, like a single lamp in the dark- comforting, safe, filling you with relief.

   It was true.  That seedy parlor, where you’d never been before, that was full of strangers already felt like home.

   Even so, Hunter suggested the lot of you take the reunion back to the Marauder to avoid drawing any attention to you.  Your mind was buzzing the entire time with questions; both about the new faces you saw amongst your squad as well as the one face that you didn’t see.  Where was Crosshair?

   Tech updated you on the sharpshooter’s absence in a brief, but thorough explanation.  You were saddened to hear of these events, but the group seemed somewhat hopeful that their brother didn’t appear entirely lost.

   The other trooper, who you presumed to be a newer member of the squad, looked rather curious.

   “Echo, this is ________, a friend.  She served with us on several missions during the war,” Hunter introduced.

   “Served?” Echo repeated.  “Then that would make you a…”

   “A jedi,” you uttered quietly.  “Yes.”

   He stood up straight and saluted with his scomp arm.  “It’s an honor.  My name is Echo.  I joined the squad after a rescue mission on Skako.”

   “And this is Omega,” Hunter gestured toward the girl.  “Our newest member.”

   “Hello!” she gave a cheerful wave.  “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

   “Oh really?”

   “Yep!” Wrecker butted in, wrapping you up in a big hug.  “You’re our favorite jedi, after all!”  He set you down and gave you a playful nudge with his elbow, which almost sent you stumbling.  “We missed you!  Especially Hunter here.”

   The comment piqued your interest.  Hunter gave Wrecker one of his signature looks, silently telling him to drop it.  Tech observed the interaction, noting it while adjusting his goggles.  Echo’s gaze darted back and forth between you and Hunter, understanding flashing in them.  Omega looked confused, but didn’t voice it.

   You nearly collapsed into ruins from embarrassment.

   Wrecker suddenly scratched his head. “ Uhhh, that reminds me.  Tech, d’you remember the other day? I said I wanted to show you the thing.”

   “I do not recall-”

   “The thing.  It’s, uh, in Cid’s.  But we have to go see it.  Now.”

   Echo seemed to catch on to some inside cue because he quickly got Tech’s attention and nodded his head in the direction of the exit ramp.

   “Ah.  Indeed.”

   “You too, Omega!” Wrecker added, ushering the girl outside.  You clasped a hand over your mouth to hide your humor while the group departed.  You could hear Omega’s little voice asking, “what’s going on?” before they were out of earshot.

   Hunter gave a long and heavy sigh, shaking his head, before his eyes met yours again.

   “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said.  “They’re all trouble.”

   “Yeah,” you chuckled.

   An awkward silence fell over the both of you.  It wasn’t like you expected things to fall back into place, to pick up right where you’d left off.  But with how the others acted, you expected Hunter to say something.

   After all that time…There he was.  Safe and sound.  Standing just a few feet in front of you.

   “Hunter, I-”

   “Look-”

   Both of you fell silent again, and Hunter took the initiative to speak first.  His voice was low, a bit shaky.  “I’m glad you’re alright.  You don’t know how worried I was- we all were.”

   “I was worried about all of you,” you replied.  “I saw what the chips did to troopers.  It’s terrible.  I was so relieved to find Rex, and when he told me that he’d been in contact with you… I can’t even say how I felt.  I’ve missed you so much!”  Your voice broke, and Hunter stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you.

   The low rumble of his voice was soothing against your ear as he held you tighter.  “I missed you too.”

   “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you after I was reassigned.  After what happened that night after our last mission…”

   “It’s alright.  Neither did I.  I guess…neither of us were in a place to do anything about it then.  We had our obligations.”

   Had obligations.  Past tense.

   “But just know that I’ve thought about you every day since then,” he said.  “Nothing’s changed.”

    “Oh, Hunter,” you cried.  “Me too.”

   His breath hitched in his throat, and he pulled away slightly.  “You know, if this weren’t to happen, there’s a place for you here.  With the squad.  That’s undeniable.”

   You met his eyes, too happy to care about the tears on your face.  His gaze seemed to soften at the sight of them, and he reached up to brush them away.  

   “I didn’t think it was,” you chuckled tearfully.  “I do want to be with the squad, and I want to be with you.”

   A soft smile graced his features, the kind of smile you’d only seen a few times.  One of them was when he first and last kissed you.  Hunter leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, before closing the short distance entirely.

   His arms enveloped you, pulling you tighter against his frame while he kissed you with simmering passion.  You grasped his broad shoulders to ground yourself, and yet it only sent you higher.

   Your eyes followed the contours of his face while you paused the dance of your lips to catch your breath, tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his mouth, and the edge of his jawline.  Amidst the haze of his close proximity, you’d never seen him so clearly. 

   You were glowing, luminous.  So utterly content, and yet, your lips tingled with the desire to be kissed again.

   Heavy footsteps on the ramp jolted you from the moment.  Before you and Hunter could separate to save face, Wrecker poked his head inside the Marauder, grinning.

   “I knew it!  All it took was fifteen minutes.”

   “Actually,” Tech’s voice spoke up a little farther down matter-of-factly.  You could imagine him holding up his index finger pointedly.  “It was approximately twenty.”

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Just for One Day - Part Four

Summary: Completing the mission

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Who knew that this one-off would turn into a mini-series.

I hope you guys are loving how this is progressing, there will be one more part, it’s still in the works, but it’ll get posted. 

Warnings: Arguing, tension, grief, angst, fluff, discussions of moving on, politics, inflicting an injury to deceive, mentions of pain and screams, mentions of betrayal, mentions of torture, I think that’s it, if I miss any please let me know. 

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“I told Hunter, I didn’t need any bodyguards or shadows following me to my location” Ava’s voice carried over to where I was standing in front of the Marauder. 

“Yes, so you’ve said for the tenth time” Tech’s irritated voice cutting through the wind.

“You have to admit however it’s a good thing we came, otherwise you would’ve made a lovely dinner for that Nexxu”

“Excuse you, Echo, but I had the situation well in hand”

“I beg your pardon,” I didn’t have to see Tech’s finger go up to drive his point home to know Ava was probably rolling her eyes at him, “but being cornered in an niche with no way out doesn’t seem as though you had the situation well in hand”

“I was waiting to make my move, if you must know.”

“Which was?” Echo leaned forward looking at Ava as they entered the clearing coming closer to the ship, “Because I have to tell you, from what I saw I’d have to agree with Tech, it didn’t seem as though you had a plan.”

“Well it’s not as though I had a chance to actually execute my plan, since you two decided to step in; but let me tell you, if I had made my move you would have been thoroughly impressed”

“Yeah… don’t see it”

“It’s a good thing you guys weren’t supposed to be in stealth mode, I could hear the three of you for the past ten minutes” I chuckled as I took in all three, each having a varying degree of irritation laced across their faces, as they walked closer to where I stood.

“Hunter, can you please tell this woman, we were simply trying to help”

“Echo’s right, they were only trying to help and on my orders.”

“Listen, I’m not saying I didn’t appreciate their help, since they did in fact save me; but how am I supposed to trust you guys to follow my orders?”

“We weren’t told to follow your orders. We follow Hunter’s, and for your information the rest of our orders come from above you.” Tech’s tone was rather tense when he spoke with her, if their current discussion and level of annoyance was any indication, it was clear they’d all been arguing for some time. 

“Despite the annoyances that all three of you seem to be expressing, how did everything go?”

“Not bad, they took my information with a calm cool air” Ava glanced back to Tech and Echo, her eyes were taking them in longer than I had expected. She let out a sigh, as her hands rested on her hips, she dropped her head for a second before looking at the two of them again, “Guys, I’m …ugh! I’m sorry for arguing with you the entire walk back, and thanks for …” she motioned with her hand, “For having my back. I appreciate it," they simply nodded towards her, acknowledging her thanks, as they headed into the Marauder without further discussion or even looking at our direction.

“Hunter, there’s something I wanted to ask” 

I simply nodded indicating she could go ahead, “Just keep in mind, I may or may not answer depending on the question”

“Fair enough,” she took in a deep breath and focused her attention on me, “why did you send Tech and Echo to follow me?”

“That’s your question?”

“Yeah, why did you send them?”

I shrugged my shoulders not really understanding why she was upset, “Why not? They came in handy, didn’t they?”

“I told you, I didn’t need help”

“Is that the argument you’re going to keep spewing, even after they saved you from a Nexxu?”

She bit her lip looking away from me, “Alright, I’ll admit, I was glad when they showed up and saved my ass. I may have been lying before when I said I plan, however, you can’t always be following me.”

“Alright, first let’s get one thing straight, I won’t always be following you. Secondly, you were our responsibility during this mission, what I did was to make sure your mission and ours was a success. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“So I’m just a mission to you?”

“As oppose to …?”

Her eyes looked taken back for a second, before she shook her head, “Never mind. You’re right, you had to make sure your mission succeed, just as much I needed to make sure mine did. However, as long as we’re clear on your reasoning”

“What other possible reason could I have?”

Ava glanced behind me, she closed her eyes and took a noticeable swallow as her hands fidgeted against the hem of her top, she simply nodded as she opened her eyes and looked into mine, there was a weird smile on her lips, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “You know, I can’t think of anything.”

“Neither can I,” there was a weird silence that had fallen over the two of us, and for some reason that silence had made me more uncomfortable than all my previous interactions with her, it made me feel fidgety, I cleared my throat, garnering her attention once again, “Um … did they say anything with regard to the rest of this mission?”

“No” Ava’s countenance changed once again, there had been a far away look on her face which seemed to quickly fade at my question, “they simply took the information I gathered under advisement, and felt that even though yes it was important, important ‘enough’ to risk meeting them. There was … how did they put it …” she tapped her chin, “Oh right, ‘thank you for bringing this to our attention, however, this is not a priority matter and will be looked into when an opportunity arises’.”

“Seriously?” I quirked my eyebrow at her

“Seriously. I am so pissed right now. I risked my life, I risked blowing my cover, my ability to work within the Empire for this information, and it’s ‘not a priority matter’ are kriffing kidding me! Then what the hell was the point of it all! I mean you and I both know there is some shady nonsense going on, especially if Kaminoan scientists are involved. What do they think they're doing, cloning flowers, cute animals, animals on the verge of extinction? Like people use that matter that holds cognitive function and reason!”

I couldn’t help smile and chuckle a little at her outrage, it reminded me a little of when Perap had argued with Esmae on the mountain, what really shocked me was when a small chuckle erupted from her lips. 

“Sorry, if you can’t tell I can sometimes get passionate about my work”

“Gotta love what you do, or who you do it for”

“Do you love your work?”

I shifted my head from side to side, “It has its moments. Sometimes you meet a crazy lady, who hates when people try to do something nice for her” I smirked.

She giggled as she glanced away, “Yeah, sorry about that, honestly it didn’t bother me that they were there. My frustrations with Tech and Echo may have been more vocal because I was frustrated with my contact rather than them.”

“Well then, it seems to me you owe them an apology, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, I’ll apologize as soon as I’m on board.” She rubbed her forehead, letting out another sigh of exhaustion, “I just … how can they not see that it’s important for them to know the truth behind whatever it is the Kaminoans are doing. They made an entire army, a whole race of people out of one person, not to mention Kaminoans themselves are clones; doesn’t anyone see the giant waving red flag, that is glaringly obvious?”

“Maybe it’s not that they don’t see it, maybe it’s the fact they don’t have the resources to pursue a potential threat as opposed to a valid and imminent one, or a threat that they know if they attack it outright would be a losing battle.”

“Yeah, I get it and I see your point and I guess theirs. I’m not saying that we go, bomb where the scientists are and just hope we did the right thing, I just … I guess what I’m saying is … you know knowledge is the key and … ugh! I’m so annoyed I can’t even think straight. You know, sometimes the bureaucracy we encounter in the rebel alliance is worse than the Senate. It’s almost as though they’re all too afraid to actually make a move.”

“Would you want to be the one to send people out to their deaths if that was the option?”

“No. But come on you gotta feel as though things aren’t right with this, they’re working on something and no one … I mean absolutely no one is allowed to know.”

“You’re right, some thing’s not right, but you waging a one-woman war on trying to find out what it is, isn’t going to help either. Just breathe and remember being part of a rebellion is not a quick fix, it’s a long arduous journey that takes time and resources. We need to make strategic moves, hit strategic targets in order to bring down the entire system.”

“Ugh! Why are you so logical? Isn’t that Tech’s job? Can’t you just blindly follow my crazy ramblings and insane ideas?”

“Maybe next time” I sniggered

“Well regardless, thanks for listening”

“That’s what a leader does”

“Hunter, Ava, we’re good to go” Wrecker called out to us.

I gave Wrecker a nod, acknowledging I heard him, as soon as he headed back in, I motioned for Ava to head on in, she nodded as she shifted around me and walked onto the Marauder, it wasn’t long before we left the moon and headed to Ord Mantell. 

- - - - - - - - - - - 

Ava had brought up good points, why did the rebellion not want to know about what the Kaminoans were doing. The last time they had their own lab things clearly went awry, should we really let them just continue working for the Empire with no oversight from the rebellion? Maybe there was already someone inside the lab helping the rebels? It was a possibility. 

I sat on the bench by the kitchenette thinking over our conversation, and no matter which way I thought of it, it simply just didn’t make sense as to why the rebellion didn’t want to know. No, there had to be more reasons, then just simply cloning, wouldn’t it? Unless, they’re trying to make more clone troopers? But that didn’t make sense, Rampart was in charge of ridding the army of clones. Gregor confirmed that notion back on Daro. Maybe they were trying to find a cure for some disease? But then why make it top secret? No. Ava had a point, whatever they were working on it would be something that affected the entire galaxy.

Hunter: Dimed, cargo picked up and dropped off. Heading back home, to unload the rest.

Dimed: Excellent, I knew I could count on you, I’ll make sure to let the cargo owners know their shipment has been delivered. 

Hunter: Thanks dad. How’s things where you are?

Dimed: As well as can be expected, the white lilies are popping up everywhere on Alderaan.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last statement, white lilies was code for storm troopers, it was a rather aggressive weed on Alderaan that had been known to choke out entire farmlands. I wondered if maybe the Queen and Senator had lost some influence with the Senate and the Emperor, causing an increase in troop movements. 

Hunter: Have to be careful that those weeds don’t get on your property.

Dimed: Don’t worry son, made sure to take the proper precautions, they won’t be able to take root in our village.

Hunter: I’m glad, please be careful

Dimed: You too, my boy. Give my love to your brothers and sister, tell her I have a surprise for her when you guys come to visit. 

Hunter: Will do.

Dimed: Before you go, I forgot to tell you the eagle I found in the backyard, with the broken wing, is on the mend. In fact, it’s all fixed and she’s ready to take off.

At least they were able to fix the transport ship’s transponder code, and were able to wipe it’s memory systems clean. Last thing Ava needs on top of the already frustrating outcome, is a transport ship that will lead the Empire to the Rebel Alliance. 

Hunter: I’ll make sure to let everyone know, I know it was a topic of discussion just the other day. I’m glad to hear the eagle is ready to go home. See you soon, dad.

Dimed: See you soon, son.

We’ll definitely need to make a return trip to Alderaan and soon, I needed to make sure Dimed was safe, I hated that he was still there, instead of travelling with us, but he was our relay and frankly there’s no where else he wanted to be, despite my pleadings. I wonder what would it take for him to leave? Maybe if we got a bigger ship?

I was lost in thought thinking of all the possibly scenarios available for Dimed to leave Alderaan, when Ava took the seat in front of me, “Tech was just telling me, the goal is for me to sneak through Ord Mantell, until I can get to docking bay 3-267, where there’s a ship fuelled and ready to go for me, or at least that’s the hope.”

“Did you actually apologize to Tech and Echo, before asking for all the details you needed?”

“Yes, dad, I apologized, and for your information Tech offered up the plan willingly. I didn’t have to ask.”

“Good and yes, you’ll be on your own on Ord Mantell, we’re too well known there, don’t worry Tech’s worked the system out quite well. However, there will still be someone watching your back, even if you might not see them. I received word, your transport is ready, nothing fancy mind you, but she’s got it where it counts. It’s just a simple beat up transport, something pirates would have lying around, and no one would doubt you’d been able to steal it. It’s fuelled, memory wiped, and the transponder code’s been changed. I’d double check the fuel memory if I were you, just in case they forgot to wipe that system, otherwise once we land you can just make your way to docking bay 3-267.”

“Is that the story we’re going with, pirates kidnapped me?”

“Yes, there’s enough pirates out there willing to kidnap Imperial officers, hoping to either get credits from the rebellion or from the Empire. You can say you were blindfolded the entire time, unable to see who it was the took you, and once you were in your cell you were able to break free.”

“You know you’ll have to give me a convincing bruise at the very least”

“I know, don’t worry Tech worked something out, we were going to punch you to give you the desired effect, but when Echo initially refused and brought up the point we could be doing more harm than good, Tech devised something less evasive. But who knows, Tech and Echo may want to take a shot at you now, and forgo whatever Tech invented.” I offered smirking, as I quirked my eyebrow.

“Is that concern I note in your voice?”

“Hardly, more like fair warning”

“Good enough,” she offered me a soft smile, it illuminated her face so beautifully, it threw me off, “Why not Wrecker?”

I laughed a lot harder than I probably should’ve at that moment, “You get a punch from Wrecker, you’re not waking up”

“I’m not that fragile”

“Didn’t say you were. Just stating the obvious, Wrecker is the strongest amongst us and his punches have been known to dent durasteel.”

She nodded in admiration, “Alright so not Wrecker” she giggled, her hands fidgeted with one another as she rested them on top of the table, “I wanted to also say thank you”

“For?”

“For agreeing to help me out, for listening to my rants, and for making me feel safe”

“We didn’t do much”

“No, Hunter. You did more than enough, it’s not every day you can travel with a bunch of bounty hunters new to the rebellion and feel like they have your back. You guys are … you’re one in a million. However, you also have to be careful, just because we’re all part of the rebellion, doesn’t mean you can trust everyone.”

“Something you want to tell me?”

“No. Just … a fair warning.”

I simply hummed in response as I drank my tea. I wasn’t in the mood to talk more especially since she still was wearing Perap’s clothes. Not sure what got into me, but I swallowed the cup down in one shot, I stood without looking at her and put the cup in the sonic washer, “You should change”

“What?”

I was getting too comfortable in her presence, that was unacceptable. Unacceptable to Perap. She was already wearing her clothes. She got to meet the guys. She made a good impression on Omega. She didn’t need my friendship too. “You. Should. Change.”

“Oh. Oh, right. Anyway thank you, hopefully if we run into each other again it’ll be under better circumstances.”

“I doubt we’ll run into each other, it’s not exactly like I’m hanging around Empire controlled planets”

“True, but you never know” there was an odd sense of hope in her voice, I could see out of the peripheral of my eye, her hand reaching forward to touch my arm, but something made her stop, she pulled her hand back, and walked off. 

Ugh, this wave of annoyance and frustration filled me as soon as she left, why did she irritate me so much? Was it simply because she was wearing Perap’s clothing? Was it because she was adamant about not having us follow her? Was it because she took her frustrations out on Tech and Echo? Or was it something else?

After all I couldn’t exactly disagree with what the guys were saying, she was pretty, she was easy to talk to, and she seemed nice, even Omega thought she was kind. Apparently, while they were looking over the clothes Omega had to offer, Ava asked her if she was okay after hearing the news about the scientists, I had to admit it was nice of her to reach out to Omega, something not many adults did, besides the ones we considered friends. Then why did she frustrate me? It’s almost as though at times I’d forget I was irritated and then it would all come flooding back with a vengeance. 

Despite everything everyone was saying about her, I couldn’t just forget about Perap. I simply couldn’t just brush her aside, as though nothing happened. I didn’t want to forget about her. I ran my hands through my hair letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Hunt, can I say something?” Despite Wrecker’s size he could be quite stealthy when he needed to be, I turned to look at him, at the moment he looked small and sheepish as he took a seat on the bench. I simply nodded, “It’s not my place to say anything, or maybe it is, I’m not sure. But, just because you’re moving on doesn’t mean you’re forgetting about Perap.”

“Did I say or do something just now to make you think that?”

“No, just remembering what you said earlier,” he let out a deep sigh, “Hunt, I don’t know what it’s like to lose someone you love, but I do know what I feel without Crosshair being here, and knowing he chose not to be with us.” I could sense the sadness from Wrecker as he talked about our missing vod, “Just because he isn’t here, doesn’t mean we forget about him, we remember all the good times we had, the fights, the teasings, the endless competitions we had. I miss him, Hunter. I miss him a lot.” I could see tears were beginning to well up in his eyes, “There are days where I wonder if it was my fault, he didn’t stay. If maybe I pushed him too far when we were on Kamino, if maybe I hadn’t raised my gun …”

“Wrecker, no. Crosshair’s decision was his and his alone. It wasn’t anything you did or I did, or anything Tech, Echo or Omega did. He decided where his loyalties lied, and it wasn’t with us.”

“Then you can’t keep beating yourself up too, losing Crosshair, losing Perap, those were things out of your control. I know you don’t want to move on from her, but is holding on to a memory helping you in any way? Every day you become a little more sad, a little more hallow, a little less the Hunter we know and love. Moving on, doesn’t mean you will love her any less if you allow someone new into your life. Allowing Omega into my life, doesn’t mean I love Crosshair any less, or replaces the feelings of missing him, but it does make it easier to deal with.”

“Thanks Wreck” I couldn’t help but be proud of my vod, I gave him my biggest smile, he was right. Holding on to the memory of Perap wasn’t helping me, if anything it was slowly killing me, and my family needed me. They needed me here. “I’ll take what you said under advisement, doesn’t mean, I’ll be ready to move on, but I appreciate the talk.”

“Any time” Wrecker grabbed me and gave me a bone-crushing hug, before he headed back to the cockpit. 

“He’s right you know” I turned to look at Ava who was leaning against the durasteel wall, now in her uniform, it was torn, slightly dirty, looking as though she really went through some things, all of that effort to sell her story. 

“About?” My tone indicated I wasn’t impressed with her eavesdropping.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but Wrecker isn’t exactly quiet.” I chuckled, yeah it’s true, Wrecker was many things but whispering wasn’t a very skilled feature of his, “Listen moving on, doesn’t mean you don’t love them or you’re forgetting them, it just means you’re learning to love them in a different way.”

My head nodded along, “Sounds like you speak from experience”

She moved to lean against the table in front of me, “I am” she fidgeted with her hair, before clearing her throat, “remember I mentioned about the spy that got close”

“Yeah”

“His name was Galen, he was my best friend, my partner in crime, the person I could see myself having a future with. He was the best of us.” She shifted against the table, “The man I was dating at the time, Anu, he …” she cleared her throat, “he was captured by the Empire, or so we thought at the time”

“But he wasn’t”

“No. Anu wasn’t” there was such a strong look of distrust and anger in her eyes, it made me realize I hadn’t been the only one to lose something in this life. Not that I thought I was, but those that did always seemed so distant from me, so far removed. “He revealed the truth about Galen, told the Empire he was a force-sensitive spy. He was captured, tortured, and put to death a few days after. When Anu ‘returned,’ I made sure to be the one to greet him. I had learned the truth about who he was, a double agent. I received permission from the higher ups, to take him somewhere secluded, and take my time with him. I made sure to repay him for all the things the Empire did to Galen. I made a point to make sure he was completely unidentifiable should his remains be found. Doubt if they ever were, last I checked he’s still marked MIA in the database.”

“Did Galen ever learn about how you felt?”

“No. Timing was never right for us. Doesn’t mean I loved him any less.”

“How do you move on though?”

“It takes time. Doesn’t happen all at once. You just have to start off with something small”

“Such as?”

“Talking - not flirting, not dating, not even focusing on attraction — just good old fashioned small talk, which will lead to more conversations, which will lead you to meet new people, and maybe one of those new people will strike a fancy.” 

“Has that happened?”

A small smile appeared on her lips, “Maybe. It’ll surprise you, sneak up on you when you least expect it, somehow make you question whether you really have moved on, or if maybe you’re just deluding yourself. 

Then one day you’ll find yourself walking into a cantina, and there you’ll find someone sitting with a poncho at the far end of the bar, with a solemn presence surrounding him, a countenance you know all too well. He’ll be someone who can understand what it means to lose the person you love. And before you know it, you can’t help yourself but wanting to find a way to make him feel better, maybe by flirting a little at the bar, holding his hand, leaning a bit further into his side, then you ever intended to, or had done since you lost him. 

You’ll almost be taken aback when you realize the pain and hurt you had been carrying around from missing him all that time, vanished like the wind blowing dust into the air. Then you can’t help but want to know more about him, and having conversations you thought you’d never have with anyone else. It’ll surprise you, and it’ll make you realize that all you ever needed was a cup of Mustafar Lava Cider Tea and a soothing conversation to know you are ready to move on. 

That’s when you realize, everything in life has a time to begin and a time to end Hunter, it’s just up to us to accept those endings so new things can begin.”

“Not sure, if I’ll ever be ready to no longer feel that pain and hurt, Ava. But hopefully when that day comes, I’ll end up meeting a nice enough woman, who is willing to strike up a conversation first. Someone who pulled me out of my shell with a simple phrase, such as ‘see now that’s really unfortunate.’ Maybe someone who’ll understand that despite how beautiful I think she may be, my feelings of guilt are overwhelming, and flashes of memories from before keep appearing in my mind, while I’m talking to her. At least, I’m grateful she’s willing to have easy conversations with my family, willing to try different types of teas, and kind enough to have the kind of conversation that would make me think about a future possibility.”

“Well we can always hope for that one day”

“I agree, let’s hope for that one day”

“Maybe when that day comes, the man in the poncho will be able to find me and buy me another drink, and hopefully this time instead of it being for an assignment, it’ll be because he’s willing to take that step with me.”

“I can’t see why he wouldn’t, as long as the kind woman takes care of herself, and makes sure to live to see that day”

“I’m sure she will, as long as he promises to take care of himself, and makes sure to live to see that day, too”

“I have no doubt he’ll make every effort to live up to that promise.”

Silence filled between us, as a smile etched on her lips, I appreciated that she knew what to say, and not to push more on the subject. She handed me a piece of flimsi, I looked at it, reading a comm link number.

“If you ever need to talk, that’s my encrypted line.”

I nodded, sending her my comm link, “Just sent you mine”

“Landing on Ord Mantell in ten minutes!” 

“Thanks Tech!”

“One day” Ava smirked at me as she leaned against the table.

“One day” I’m not sure at what point things shifted, but the fact she understood, the fact she was willing to wait, it surprised me, and brought a small smile to my face. The ship jolted as we landed in the docking bay, neither of us realizing we had been staring at each other for the past ten minutes.

Tech called her over, into the open area behind the cockpit, “Alright, right now I hacked into the terminal feed, and we’re recording for a loop for when you exit the ship. Now I can give you a bruised cheek, or would you prefer a bruised rib?”

“Both”

He simply nodded, I watched as he pulled out a medical scan unit, “Let me be clear, this is highly experimental and have no idea how it will work, it could make the injuries quite severe”

“It’s okay Tech, I think in this case, the worser the injuries, the better the cover. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He simply nodded, as he passed the scan, Ava looked as though she was in excruciating pain. Just when I thought it was over, she let out the most horrendous scream, I ever heard, “Tech, stop!”

“No! I can handle it!”

“You sure?”

“Yes, continue”

I looked away, I couldn’t stand to see that look on her face or hear the screams. Echo had pulled Omega away when she started to look as though she was going to pass out from the pain, I’m glad he made sure to close the cockpit doors, so Omega didn’t see or hear what was happening. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just got punched in the ribs and slapped on the cheek, Tech”

“I apologize for causing you pain, it appears the device worked. I can grab scanner and check for you?”

“Ugh, that’s okay” Her lip had a slight cut, and there was a definite redness on her cheek, that seemed to be darkening as the minutes passed. Her stance shifted as her ribs began hurting, she was no longer standing straight, whatever Tech did, I had to say he did a good job. Unfortunately.

“Tech, please do not feel guilty, it needed to be done. Thank you for helping me keep my cover.”

“Of course”

“Tech get some bacta patches” I motioned towards the first aid kit, “you can say you found it on the transport”

“Good thinking” she smirked at me. 

Tech passed her the patches as she slipped on my poncho, putting the patches in her back pocket. 

“Alright, I’m gonna head out, what am I expecting when I head out of here?”

“There will be a corridor in front of you, leading you to the docking garage, head left, you will need to go to the third level, and keep heading towards cargo transports.” 

“Cargo, third floor, got it.”

The cockpit opened, Echo, Wrecker and Omega came out, Omega’s eyes widened at seeing the cut on her lip, “Ava are you okay?”

“Yeah, kid. Don’t worry, it’s all part of the process to sell the story. All good. Listen to your brothers, they know what’s best for you, and they’ll look after you. Alright?”

“Yes”

“Good. Thanks guys for everything, hopefully I’ll see you guys again.” She gave a nod to each of them as she headed to the ramp pressing the button to lower it, she looked back at us, “May the force be with you”

“You too” I responded for all of us, she looked back at me one more time smiling “Remember, one day”

I nodded, “One day” was all the response I gave before she stepped off the ship, and headed to her transport. I don’t know when I’d see her again, but something told me, this wasn’t going to be the only time.  

“Well, that was different” Wrecker stated as we all looked at her retreating form.

“Tech, do you think this will work?” Echo asked as he held Omega close to his side.

“Depends on how good she is at defeating the lie detector, it’s not out of the realm of possibility”

“Alright guys, let’s get to work” I motioned for them to follow me towards Cid’s place. 

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Being with a civilian wasn't easy. Hell, Hunter knew that from the moment he had seriously begun dating this civvie, a Corasaunt local, one he had met at 79's of all places.

He couldn't frequent the Republic home world simple because jobs rarely led him that way. However, he had managed to weasel in a weekend off, and he had elected to spend it here. His knuckles rapped on the door and he stood, somewhat awkwardly, helmet tucked up under his arm.

The smile behind the door was bright, wide- and Hunter felt himself match it as he scooped up his lover, swinging their body and spinning back into the small apartment. "Lover," He whispered, kissing the face that he could, even as he abruptly halted.

Their laughter was loud, gorgeous. They tugged away and skimmed him over, eyes bright with relief, joy, a face Hunter realized he had half forgotten. "My Hunter is home," The voice was soft, reverant.

Hunter leaned in, gathering them in his arms and kissing them, over and over again, allowing his heart to sigh against their hands, which was pressed against his armor. It took them leaning away, pushing him back and laughing softly to get him to stop the precious assault. "Darling, how about you shower? Dinner is almost ready. I'll make you something special." The hands seemed so small on his chest, the armor, lightly tapping his war-shell. 

Before he could protest, pull them in closer, his lover stepped out of reach, practically dancing. “Oh! I have the greatest idea- I have been taking cooking classes. Go wash up!” A wink was shot his way- oddly not flirtatious, but highly relaxing and chill, but in the most excited of ways. 

Hunter couldn’t bring himself to object as he rushed to the refresher- the sooner he finished washing battle off of him, the sooner he could hold them close again.

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Dinner smelled absolutely sinfully delicious. But anything other than ration bars was delicious to Hunter, or any trooper for that matter.

Hunter slipped his arms around the chef of the night, who was humming and stirring something in a skillet, the holopad playing some tunes quietly. They were swaying, leaning back and relying on Hunter to hold them. 

Hunter only smiled and pressed his face in the small of their neck. Hunter could still get hints of the special piney soap they had been sure to keep in stock for him. “You been using my soap?” He huffed a laugh, gentle. 

“Only when I miss you.” His lover’s hand paused as they stirred. “Which is a lot. Sorry. You’re just lucky they were having a sale.”

Hunter laughed and stepped back, gently turning them to him. “I’m lucky? You’re the one that has been using my soap.”

They laughed and stepped in, leaning up and kissing him again. The kiss was the only thing stopping them from saying anything about Hunter deserting, Hunter leaving, Hunter faking his own death, and coming home to them.

His heart twisted as lashes tickled his cheeks. He couldn’t leave his brothers like that, but he couldn’t keep himself from them forever. So tonight, he would forget war, and he would hold the humming lover that was stealing his soap and making him dinner, and he would pretend like the weekend pension would last a lifetime.

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History of You

Hunter X M!Reader

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As Hunter notices you starting to withdraw, he comes to you with nothing but love and reassurance.

warnings: trigger warning ❗️ - mentions of self harm, emotional reader who has self harmed in the past, angst, established relationship, lots of comfort, male reader.

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In the soft-lit ambiance of Cid's bar, the members of the Bad Batch chatted away. Wrecker and Omega were engrossed in a loud and amusing duel at the arcade machines, but amidst the backdrop of conversation and electronic sounds, Hunter's keen instincts immediately registered your absence.

"He's missing," Hunter observed, moving towards Echo, who was deep in a conversation with Tech.

Echo looked up, pausing momentarily. "He mentioned needing some air, probably headed back to the ship." Tech gave a confirming nod.

With a nod of gratitude, Hunter immediately set out, driven by a concern that had been gnawing at him for days. Lately, he'd observed subtle changes in you—withdrawn silences, curt responses, a subtle retreat from your usual daily routines. Hunter chastised himself internally; he'd hoped you'd find some kind of solace on your own, but now regretted not reaching out sooner. As the ship's silhouette came into view, a palpable tension tightened around him, each step making his heart race a little faster as you felt the thickness of the air.

"Are you in here?" Hunter's voice echoed slightly within the ship's confines. The soft but unmistakable acknowledgment from the cockpit brought a surge of relief.

He followed the sound, and as he reached the cockpit, gently rested a hand on your shoulder. The weight of your hand covering his was reassuring, the hint of a smile on your lips a brief reprieve. "Everything alright?"

Hunter's features tightened, the evident concern masked by a hint of awe. Even in your moments of vulnerability, your capacity to exude kindness reminded him how much he adored you. "I'm here for you, forget about me." he whispered, taking the co-pilot's seat opposite you. A somewhat awkward silence stretched between the two of you, Hunter's gaze often drifting to the long sleeves of your shirt, his mind teeming with unasked questions.

Breaking the silence, Hunter ventured softly, "Are you truly okay?" He may have anticipated the answer, but hoped, as always, for an open heart-to-heart with you.

Leaning back, you let out a weary sigh, the soft hum of the ship's systems a comforting lull. "It's just one of those days."

In the dim light of the cockpit, Hunter's piercing eyes searched your face for an answer, his brow furrowed with concern. "It's been 'one of those days' for almost a week now," he remarked gently, shifting in his seat to get a clearer look at you. "Have you... been feeling down?"

Your history wasn't a secret between the two of you. You'd been candid from the start, expecting him to retreat upon hearing the truth about your past struggles, including self-harm. But instead, Hunter's reaction had been one of unwavering support. He told you he loved you instead, for the first time. A clear promise.

As Hunter's words settled, a sudden surge of emotion threatened to overwhelm you. The weight of the past week's struggles, amplified by the tender concern in his voice, made it nearly impossible to maintain eye contact. You felt vulnerable, your defenses crumbling, and your eyes began to sting with tears. The dark clouds in your mind had pushed to the forefront and it was starting to hurt.

Hunter could almost feel the sting in your eyes, noticing your struggle so he reached out, his voice steady yet soft, "Hey, look at me."

Drawing a shaky breath, you managed to shift your eyes to meet his. The comforting familiarity of Hunter's gaze gave you the courage to speak, even if it was only a whispered and croaked, "I'm sorry."

He was quick to respond, shaking his head and uttering gentle reassurances. Moving from his seat, he knelt before you, cradling your face with his hands. "No need for sorrys. No need for tears," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. His words, a soothing balm, echoed the promise he'd made from the start: "It's going to be okay."

Your voice faltered, a mix of confusion and exasperation evident in every word. "I don't understand what happened. I was fine one day and then... just suddenly..." You couldn't find the words, emotions clouding clarity.

Hunter listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's okay," he said calmly, "We'll figure it out together, whatever it is." But even as he spoke, he caught the subtle movement of your hands tugging at your sleeves, a gesture he'd come to recognise. His voice wavered, barely above a whisper, "Did you... you know?"

The sheer relief that flooded Hunter when you shook your head was palpable. "That's good," he breathed, his features softening as he reached out, lightly placing a hand on your forearm. "Did you find a way to divert your thoughts? Maybe try something else?"

"Distracted myself," you murmured, tears still clinging to your lashes. The gentle pressure of his hand on your arm was comforting, and when he slowly pushed up your sleeve, it wasn't with suspicion or doubt. Instead, it was a gesture filled with understanding and love, sealing his unwavering support with a tender kiss on the traces of your past.

Your voice, despite the shake, held an undertone of amazement. "You're too good for me."

Hunter, with unwavering sincerity, replied, "Not in the slightest," his fingers gently tracing the history on your skin, "I'm just in love with you."

With a sigh of gratitude, you leaned closer until your foreheads met. "Thank you," you murmured, "for being here, for understanding."

Hunter's eyes held warmth as he spoke, "Always. Remember, if you ever feel low, reach out. If not to me, then to any of the others. We're a team, a family. We'll always be there, whether to listen or to help."

You glanced at your arm, the scars a stark reminder of battles long fought. "I wish they weren't there."

“No?” Hunter gently repositioned you, pulling you into his lap in a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you feel that way," he whispered. "But think of them as medals from battles you've won. You could've surrendered, but you fought through. That strength is something to be proud of." He kissed your cheek softly, "And if ever a day comes when you feel you can't hold on, remember this: I'm here. Through thick and thin. Always."

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Hunter X GNReader - In The Past

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There was a tapping on the barracks doors, meek little knocks that could barely be heard by anyone who didn't have enhanced hearing. Hunter shifted in his cot, the irritating rattling sound persisting on and on. It seemed no one else was going to get it, even if Crosshair was by the door.

"I'll get it then," he snided, shifting from his cot and slouching as he grumbled across the room. The bright, sterile lights on the corridor filled their room like a sea of white, on the other side was your small frame. You had this big, gleaming smile on your face, eyes the size of saucers, "Can I help you?" Hunter awkwardly asked.

You calmed down your excited breathing, but couldn't knock the smile from your face "I couldn't help but wonder if I was in the correct location of Clone Force 99?" Your hands were folded behind your back, but Hunter could hear the creaking of the clipboard, felt how tightly your fingers were gripping the plastic.

"You are, what's this about might I ask?" he was sceptical, no one really interacted with his crew unless you were here to call them some dumb name. You finally brought the clipboard from around your back, showing him your credentials, "Pardon the formalities, but I'm here to question you and your group. I work for a paper company that supports the Republic and my readers have been following the creation of Clone Force 99 very heavily."

"Your readers, huh?" Hunter raised a brow at you, not quite believing everything you were saying, though how would a spy get onto Kamino in the first place. You hummed a reply, waiting for him to allow you access.

While letting you in would be a security risk to his team, you seemed harmless. You weren't carrying anything that could be a weapon, all that you had was your clipboard and a necklace with a shell on it. Hunter shifted, opening his arm and allowing you access into his humble aboded.

"Fella's, meet-" he paused and turned to you, his voice a hushed whisper, "I'm sorry, but I don't believe I got your name?"

"(Y/N) (L/N)." he eyed you up and down before continuing, "Fella's, (L/N) here is a journalist, been following our batch for a while; they want to ask us some questions."

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It had been a few months since you had met Clone Force 99 or more locally known as the Bad Batch. You had formed a great friendship with Hunter, even if you longed for something more, you couldn't help the inclining of developing a crush on the clone. Hell, the man was handsome and he knew it!

After you had published your initial story, the editor got more and more requests to hear stories from these clones; so you kept coming back. And boy, were you glad you did. These guys were some of the best teammates a person could have!

The Bad Batch had gone on a rescue mission two weeks ago, something about finding a long thought dead clone? You weren't quite sure, Hunter didn't give you much detail before he jumped on his ship. But you couldn't wait for their return, well mainly Hunter's. Tonight was the night when you were gonna ask him to hang out...alone.

Every other time before this his brothers were always there, they did everything together which meant not a lot of opportunities for time spent together. Tech and Crosshair were pretty obvious about your attraction to their leader, hinting at it multiple times as well as giving you plenty of occasions to have some one-on-one. But something always seemed to happen, whether that be Wrecker barging in or a mission that would take a cycle to complete.

But not this time, this time you were ready.

You sat near the landing pad, perched on a crate, your legs kicking out beneath you like you were a school child. Your fingers fumbled around with the necklace wrapped securely around your neck, the shell dipping in and around your fingertips. This necklace meant great importance to you, something to remind you of your home planet before it was lost to devastation and war.

The once blue seas and cream beaches were black and red from the fallout. It was no longer a beach paradise that you had always fantasied about, no, now it was the spitting image of hell. You remember sharing many stories to Hunter about your home planet, he was enthralled by them, he wanted to know more about it, but more importantly, he wanted to know more about you.

You could see their ship approaching in the distance, though you were alarmed when only one arrived and not two. You knew the batch were okay, you could see Wrecker's arm waving from the ship; you weren't sure if it was to you or another clone. Feeling brave you waved back and could just make out Wrecker nudging Hunter with a big grin.

They landed and an abundance of clones swarmed the ship, bringing down a machine and placing it onto a stretcher. It must have been a robot of some kind, practically white and ghostly looking, it's head full of holes. Hunter approached you with a tired smile and eyes that said he'd been through a lot. You embraced him with open arms and a heart that beat only for him, "You're back." you stated.

He could only sigh and wrap his arms around you, "I'm back."

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After that day, Hunter had proceeded to tell you how the mission went down. And the robot you saw was in fact the missing clone, Echo. He had become a regular member of the batch and honestly, you couldn't imagine the squad without him. It took a little getting used to and a lot of trust on his end, but you soon became great friends over the course of a few months.

Meanwhile, the relationship between you and Hunter blossomed, although it was kept on the down-low for more obvious reasons. If anyone on Kamino found out that the reporter and a defective clone were together, all hell would break loose. You were currently sat on the Havock, occupying Hunter's seat while he messed with the navigation; much to Tech's horror.

"Where we goin', captain?" you mused, hands braced on the controls. Hunter laughed, placing his hands under yours and lifting you from his chair, "You're going nowhere but back to the barracks."

"Aww, what?" you pouted, shifting to sit on his lap, laying your head on his shoulder. He felt you easily settle against him, and in a way, it relaxed him even more.

"I wanna come with, I thought you were doing a safe mission this time?" your fingers continued to fumble around with your necklace, a nervous habit of yours. Hunter gently shook his head, "I never said that," he quickly replied, voice gruff.

His thumb ran over your hand, the rough texture of his suit had lost its uncomfortableness after many hours sat on it, "I just don't want you getting hurt, that's all I ask."

"C'mooooon, Hunter. It's a simple mission in a beautiful city, what's the worse that can happen?"

"Is that meant to make me change my mind?" he laughed, but not swayed. You smiled, pushing your face closer into his brown locks, "I'll behave, I promise."

You had him wrapped around your finger and he knew it, his brothers knew it too; that was his downfall.

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"Hey Hunter, are you coming?" Echo asked, standing by the entrance of the bunks. The Havock was in hyperspace, a long mission awaited the crew and none of them were looking forward to it; unless you were Wrecker.

Hunter was sat on the edge of his bunk, shrouded in the dark and looking down to the floor, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a minute." he sighed. His thumb rubbed at the necklace in his hands, delicate fingers tracing over the patterns of the shell. He missed you.

Echo caught onto what was happening, saw the miserable look in Hunter's eyes, saw the broken clasp of the necklace in his hands. He took a step back, but kept his gaze on his leader, "Er, oh, I'm sorry to interrupt-"

"No, it-its okay. It's in the past, right?" he shared a look with Echo, knowing all too well about the past and losing someone who didn't deserve to go quite so soon. Echo shook his head slowly in agreement, "Yeah, it's in the past."

Hunter joined Echo by the door, slipping the necklace behind his chest piece, where it lay close to his heart. He should have never let you come on that one mission, such a peaceful planet that so quickly turned violent and murky. You got hit and he couldn't save you, all he had left were the memories and the necklace. He knew if he brought it with him, you were always by your side, spectating the galaxy with him.

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[rosequartzwriting]

A Beautiful Sight

Pairing: Hunter X Reader (gn/no specific pronouns) (no y/n)

Description: Life Day is approaching the galaxy and the planet The Batch have found themselves on takes it very seriously. You decide to bring Omega to the local holiday market and Hunter tags along. Seeing you and Omega makes him realize how he feels about you.

Warnings: Mentions of food, light sensory irritations from Hunter

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: To all those who celebrate as well, happy (now late) Winter Solstice and happy Yule too! And OH MY GODS I LOVE WRITING OMEGA AND HUNTER I CANT- Also title is lyric from Winter Wonderland, me and the song connections this year

Part of my DEC 2021 HOLIDAY MASTERLIST

Masterlist | Fic Reading Recs | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee

The pitter patter of little footsteps did not need heightened senses to hear that were coming towards the cockpit. The quick clunk of small boots with an excited jump in each step. Hunter looked up from where he was polishing his vibroblade, and sure enough there was Omega. The winter coat she was wearing seemed to engulf her, fuzzy mittens covered her little hands, and her fur-lined boots were untied. She defiantly would not go cold. But he wondered how she did not trip with those laces undone and all over the place. 

“Hunter! Are you coming with us?”

Her everlasting smile was present, and it reflected on his own face. Seeing her excitement for things never got old. Everything new that she laid her eyes on, or the mere sound of something new, lit this spark in her. It was his favourite thing about her.

He hated saying no to that face. But he felt like staying on the Marauder tonight. 

“My plans were to stay here while you all went out to the market.”

“Awww come on! Why not? It’s gonna be fun!” she pressed, practically bouncing on the spot, “There’s gonna be so many things there!”

“Well then there’s going to be plenty for you to explore.”

A pout took over her face. “Please?”

He really really hated saying no to her.

Thankfully you came into the cockpit, breaking Omega’s disappointed look. You were adjusting your own winter coat and holding a knitted hat that was identical to the one on your head. The little girl turned to you so you could put the hat on her, it was a little big for her but it was better than nothing.

“Don’t forget this, I don’t want your ears freezing off.”

“It’s cozy!” She beamed up at you. 

It fell down onto her eyes. You fixed it for her before lowering to her height to help her with her boots.

“Hunter says he’s not coming!” Omega said with a little sass, something she gets from either you or Tech.

Your eyes darted up to the clone instantly, “Aw, really?”

“Please come with us! We’re going to see the Life Day market!” Omega was begging at this point now.

“Everyone else is already in town, we’re going to meet them there. You should come.”

He had his hesitations. Sometimes Life Day celebrations consisted of a lot of noise and a lot of strong smells. He remembers this one time where The Batch had been stationed on a planet around this time, back during the clone wars, where this one specific spice smell from some dish the locals had made stuck in his senses for days. It was sharp and strong, turning sour in his mind. Due to that, he had always been careful every cycle.

“Not really my thing.” He shrugged.

You gave him a look that was so soft, your eyebrows drawing together and the hint of a frown on your lips. “Hunter, it’s Life Day. A time for family. We want you there. We need our leader.”

It was like you understood. And it made his heart skip a beat for a second. 

“And there’s snow! Hunter, there’s snow! I want to play in the snow!”

Hunter thought about it for a second. He looked between the two of you. The spark of hope in Omega’s eyes. The soft look on your face. The winter clothes you two were wearing, out of the setting he was used to seeing you both in. Out of the battlefield and chaos for once, an image of peace.

He really could not say no.

“Alright.”

“Yay!” Omega cheered, and jumped to grab Hunter’s hand, “hurry and put on your gear! I wanna play outside!”

“Okay okay, I’ll meet you both outside. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Serg.” You giggled, giving him a gentle smile.

~~~

Hunter had put on his gear for cold weather and came out of the ship to see an adorable sight. You and Omega were laughing and chasing each other around to pelt each other with snowballs. It warmed his heart. But he was sure that you both would get cold quickly if you kept it up. After he broke up the little fight, the three of you were off towards the town. 

Omega was skipping along, kicking around the snow as she went, and basically leading the way with her excitement. She was way ahead of you and Hunter. The two of you walked side by side comfortably, watching Omega play in the soft powder. 

“You’ll be fine, Hunter.”

Your words made him look at you. He saw the warmth on your face from the kiss of the cold, spreading from your cheeks to your nose. Your smile had never left your face. It made him forget some of his worries.

“I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s going to be fun, you’re gonna love it.”

“Probably not as much as her,” Hunter gestured towards the little girl in the snow.

“Oh, no one is going to love it more than Omega.” You laughed.

“There it is!” Omega shouted back to you both, running back to grab your hands and pull you along. “Come on come on come on! It’s so pretty!”

The town was decorated in colorful lights and decorations that were too beautiful, all topped with snow on the buildings and blanketed everywhere else. Red and green and gold and white everywhere, shapes of tress and flowers and snowflakes and stars. There were stands selling food and treats and things for presents. Locals and visitors dressed for the weather and with their families. And it was beginning to snow again, large fluffy flakes falling and looking like hyperspace.

Hunter had to admit that it was very pretty.

“Tech said they take the holiday very seriously here.” You mentioned.

“He wasn't kidding.” Hunter remarked.

Omega was already running off somewhere and you went to chase her. But you saw the hesitation is Hunter’s steps. You turned to him and took his hand in yours. Your gloved hand was warm in this cold, physically and emotionally for him.

“Come on, we’re gonna lose her.”

As you pulled him along, he grew more comfortable. Just the feeling of holding your hand grounded him. He fell into step with you.

Omega had found a stand that was selling something warm in a cup, its steam coming up and dancing into the cold air. She wanted one and so did you. It smelled too good, like a rich and deep chocolate that reminded you of the holiday. You paid for three cups. The vendor handed them out to you from a big pot over a fire, sprinkling in little puffs of white as well. 

Omega felt it warm her chilled fingers through her mittens.

“Do not burn yourself,” you warned, “it’s not fun.”

“I’m careful.” Omega blew on her drink before taking a sip.

Hunter looked down into his cup and watched the chocolate and white pieces swirl around. He gave it a sniff. No strong or sour spice. So he tried some. And he loved it. The warmth of it went down and mixed with the other warm feeling that was building inside of him, one of contentment. 

“It’s delicious!” Omega said.

“It sure is.” Hunter replied.

You had basically lead Hunter and Omega through the market, showing them things through the stands and telling stories about your past holidays. Omega listened with joy and eagerness, asking questions all the time and wanting to see everything that there was. Hunter watched you guide her, letting her learn and explore. 

One moment stuck out in his mind, and he thought that he would remember it forever. You had bought Omega a scarf from one of the clothing vendors. Kneeling down to her height, you had wrapped it around her. She told you thank you, for the scarf and taking her to the market, and leaped into your arms for the biggest hug. It lasted, it was full of love. Hunter’s heart exploded. 

It was at that moment he realized, seeing you love and care for his little sister, that he had feelings for you. Ones that he never noticed before, or let himself bury deep down. But in a beautiful sight and setting like this, he let himself feel it. 

He was so glad that he came along. 

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[cafeacademic]

Hello! Contacts on the followers! Can I request a 48 and 51 with hunter?

Hunter is someone who I've always had a difficult time writing for, but this got away from me, so maybe I'll do more in the future. Who knows! (well, the other hunter request in my inbox knows) Hope you enjoy my dear!

Questioning Authority

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Pairing: Hunter x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors dni)

Warnings: flirting disguised as arguing, oral sex (f receiving), squirting

Word Count: 3k (oh my god)

You were truly, honest to god, going to kill Cid. She looked sheepish, an expression you had never seen her wear before. She dangled a commlink from her claws, and you snatched it up impatiently.

“You owe me,” you spat, and she nodded in agreement as you stormed out of the room. You resisted the urge to crush the commlink under your heel, instead pocketing it and making your way to the back of the bar. Taking a soothing deep breath, you pushed open the back door.

The landing pad was predictably occupied by the old ship the clones-- the one with goggles, Tech, had introduced them as ‘The Bad Batch’, which you had snickered at under your breath-- seemed to call home. Wrecker was hoisting supplies into the cargo hold and gave you a shy wave as you approached. He always seemed to sense your sour attitude from a mile away and gave you a wide berth when he felt like you were going to snap.

You had worked one mission with the clones before; Cid had recommended you for your wide skill set when she had tasked them with a complex mission. As soon as the ship had landed back on Ord Mantell, you had burst impatiently off the ship and stormed back home, only stopping to throw an obscene gesture Cid’s way as you left. The mission wasn’t difficult, or even particularly dangerous. It was the damned Sargeant.

Something about him had just struck a nerve with you. Maybe it was the way his commandeering attitude seemed to grate on your nerves or the way he so effortlessly slashed through a group of enemy soldiers as if it was merely a training exercise. Maybe it was the way his knife glinted in the sun as he dove fearlessly into a fight, or the way he spun it so casually during downtime, nimble hands tossing and catching the weapon, tendons flexing and fingers working oh so expertly…

No. You were positive that you hated him. That was for certain.

“Hey! I thought you, uh,” Wrecker broke you out of your thoughts, coming up beside you. “I thought you said you were never coming back,”

“Well, we can’t always get what we want,” you said, more exasperated than upset. Wrecker was a nice guy, and he didn’t deserve to have your anger taken out on him. You gave him a good-natured pat on the back before climbing up the ramp, dragging your feet.

“No way,” a voice came from your left, and you saw Echo leaning just inside the ship, arms crossed. “What did Cid do to get you to come back here?”

You sneered at him as he chuckled. “Promised me double, and that’s an offer I can’t refuse,”

Echo smiled in understanding, and just as you were about to open your mouth again, a small blonde bullet ran full force at your legs.

“Omega!” you said, squeezing her quickly and ruffling her hair. You had to admit, she was pretty damn cute. It wouldn’t have been your first choice to drag a nine-year-old around the galaxy as a wanted criminal, but you understood. Sort of.

Tech followed behind Omega, giving you a quick once-over before turning on his heel and walking back out of the room, muttering about how there wouldn’t be a moment of peace on this upcoming mission. You held back a snicker.

“Echo, why the hell did I just get a disturbingly apologetic message from--” Hunter strode into the hall and immediately locked eyes with you, his business-like expression quickly morphing into a grimace. “Ah,”

“Look, I don’t want to be here either. So let’s just finish this mission fast, alright?” you said, attempting to at least try and offer an olive branch. Hunter nodded somewhat distractedly, and you decided that meant you had been successful. “Great. Let me know when we’re landing,”

Before anyone could say anything else, you made for the back of the ship, hoping to avoid everyone else until you absolutely had to. Hunter followed you with his gaze, only snapping out of it when Omega began giggling. “What?”

“Ooooh, you like each other!” she teased, causing Echo to snort in amusement. Hunter scoffed.

“Like? She can’t stand me, and I don’t particularly care for her either,” he said a bit too defensively. Echo raised a questioning eyebrow. Though he tried to hold out, Hunter couldn’t stand the scrutiny from both of them. He threw his hands up and stormed out of the room, sending Echo and Omega into a fit of laughter.

You kept to yourself during the trip from Ord Mantell, reading the short briefing Cid had sent you. The mission seemed straightforward enough; grab some artifact from a house on Corellia for one of her wealthier clients. Heists were easy for you, but with the group’s terrible record with stealth, you can see why Cid contracted you for this mission. The payout looked to be substantial, so your additional skills would provide some level of security and ensure the job was done properly. A soft knock on the wall made you jerk your head up, and you saw Omega peeking her head around the corner.

“We’re landing soon,” she alerted you, and you stood to make your way to the cockpit. Inside, the boys were crowded around a projection of a small object, presumably the one that you were to retrieve.

“So what do I need to do?” you asked bluntly, leaning on the wall of the cockpit. All eyes flicked up to you quizzically. You rolled your eyes, already exasperated. “Like lockpicking? Hacking into communications? Anything? Or am I just supposed to sit here and look pretty?”

“It would be more helpful than running your mouth,” Hunter snapped. You pushed off from the wall, ready to throw a punch, but Echo stepped in between the two of you.

“We can’t start this early if we want to finish this mission in one piece,” he said, nudging Hunter back to the co-pilot’s seat. “Wrecker and Omega can stay back as our getaway, Hunter and I will go in to retrieve the object, and you and Tech will stay outside to help with any technical needs,”

His words had an air of finality to them and everyone nodded in agreement, including Omega, who was prone to complaining about having to stay back during missions. However, she likely sensed the tension in the room and wisely chose to stay silent. Tech landed the ship, and you gave Hunter one last fleeting glare before going to gather your equipment.

When you and Tech arrived at your vantage point-- a radio tower a block away from the house-- you took a moment to survey the area. Nothing appeared too out of place, just the typical smog and industrial noises of the planet. Two red dots pinged on your datapad as Hunter and Echo snuck into the house, tracking their positions.

“We’re in,” Hunter muttered over the comm.

“I can see that,” you bit back. Tech gave you a look that you were sure was a warning, but you ignored it.

You watched the two red dots meander through the halls, occasionally stopping to open a locked door or signal for you to cut a camera. Despite the briefing you had been given, security seemed fairly lax. There was no doubt Tech could have handled this mission himself.

“You’re approaching the artifact,” Tech relayed to the boys over the comms. Two muttered affirmatives came from the other end, and you relaxed back onto the metal tower wall, exceedingly bored. Your first mistake.

“We’ve got alarms!” Hunter shouted over the comm, followed by a rushed “And guns!”

You and Tech scrambled through the security system, trying to figure out how to disable the alarms and automated turrets. You attempted to hack into the main power while Tech worked on disabling the guns, but nothing seemed to work. Frustrated, you tossed a length of rope over the edge of the tower platform and secured it.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tech yelled over the sound of gunshots rattling through the comms.

“Going to cut things manually!” you shouted back, hopping over the short safety wall and repelling to the ground. Your second mistake.

You ran to Hunter and Echo quickly, firing your blaster erratically to evade the hail of bullets. As you slid into the dark vault, the boys looked at you like you were a ghost.

“How did--” Echo started, but was quickly cut off by Hunter’s angry growl.

“What in the nine hells do you think you’re doing? You were supposed to stay outside and figure out how to get out of this mess. Or did your control-freak nature not let you do that?” he snarled, and you shoved past him. There was a small circuit board on the wall, and you swung the panel open to fiddle with the wires.

“I’m saving your asses! Sorry that your hero complex won’t let you see that!” you snapped back just as angrily. You fired up at the autocannons with one hand as you tugged at the wires with the other. Over the rampant blaster fire, you could hear the sound of foot soldiers approaching your location.

“Gonna need you to hurry it up over there!” Hunter called, and you didn’t even dignify him with a response. As they made a small hole in the blaster fire, Echo darted into the hall.

“Comm’s busted! I’m gonna have to head outside to call for a pick up!” he shouted before running off at Hunter’s signal. You hunched by the circuit board, attempting to solder wires together in any way that would fix things. The sound of footsteps grew louder outside, and Hunter crept closer to you in an attempt to get a better vantage point on the door.

“Anything?” he asked, and you shook your head frantically. Just as you were about to give up hope, you snipped a wire and a panel slid open on the wall. Without thinking, you grabbed Hunter by the wrist and pulled him into the small space that the panel had revealed. The secret entrance slid shut as the two of you crowded into the space. Hunter looked at you incredulously. Your third and final mistake.

“Safe from blaster fire. Those guns don’t have any sort of advanced targeting, so they should take out the soldiers. Should only have to hide for a bit,” you explained hastily. The space was dark, and you could only just make out Hunter’s features as your eyes began to adjust. Hunter, however, could see everything, from the way your hair fell around your face, to the way your chest heaved with exertion and adrenaline, to the way you’re biting your lip so hard a bead of blood pools as you break the skin. He can practically feel your heart racing, and he allows himself a split second to believe that you feel the same way about him as he does about you.

“Yeah, alright,” he acknowledges your plan before laughing breathlessly. You scowled at him, and he smirked. “You know, for someone who acts like they hate me, you sure do find a way to get me alone a lot,”

“In your dreams,” you quipped back, but your heart jumped in your chest. Hunter could feel your breath stutter and he watched as you shifted your legs slightly. He had to will his erection down as you moved, your jostling in the small space accidentally pressing you closer to him.

“Echo should be getting the others. We can get out of here as soon as we have backup,” he said. Instead of some snarky comment, you just nodded in response, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. Unfortunately, Hunter was far too in-tune with his surroundings to not notice the way the smell of your arousal was beginning to mingle with the pervasive scents of metal and blaster residue. This time, he couldn’t stop himself from growing hard.

You nearly choked as you felt Hunter harden against you, his codpiece shifting outward. “Hunter?”

“Shit, I’m sorry. It’s just the--” you cut off his rambling explanations with a swift kiss, reaching down to palm against his codpiece. He groaned into the kiss, and you smirked.

“Didn’t know you got so hot from arguing,” you teased, and Hunter mustered all his self-control to pull you off of him, pinning your arms to your sides. You whimpered as he pressed his weight into you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said in between rough kisses and the occasional nip at your bottom lip. “I’m not the only one who’s affected. Can smell you through all that armor,”

You ducked your head in slight embarrassment, but Hunter caught your chin between his thumb and index finger. You shuddered under the intensity of his gaze, and he softened slightly.

“Do you want this?” he asked. It was gentle, giving you an out if you needed it.

“More than anything,” you breathed back, and Hunter kissed you again, this time more heated and passionate. In the tight space, he began to sink to his knees, knocking your legs apart to give him more room to kneel between them. You caught his hand as he began to work at the lower parts of your armor.

“You don’t have to,” you mumbled softly. Hunter looked up at you quizzically, a playful glint in his eye.

“Come on, you’re acting like you’ve never done this before,” his tone was teasing. You blanched. “Wait, what? You haven’t?”

“No one’s ever wanted to before,” you said, face burning with embarrassment. “All said it was gross,”

Hunter raised his eyebrows in shock, fingers still working to unclasp the armor that blocked access to your pants. “Well, I do. Let me make you feel good. Please?”

Your legs nearly gave out at the hungry look he was giving you, and you nodded. Hunter took that as permission and quickly undid the lower half of your armor before pushing your pants down far enough that he could comfortably get between your legs. His breath was hot against you, and you could feel it even through your panties.

“You may want to hold onto something,” Hunter teased. Your witty retort died on your tongue as he pressed his tongue to the wet spot on your panties. You cried out, instinctively reaching to steady yourself on his pauldrons. The fabric, now soaked with both Hunter’s saliva and your arousal, clung to your slit, giving Hunter even better access to you. His nose grazed over your clit, and your hips jerked involuntarily.

“Shit, this may make up for how annoying you are,” you mustered up all of your self-control to keep your voice from trembling. Hunter just hummed against you, two fingers pulling your soaked panties to the side.

“It was that easy? Could’ve made you a lot more bearable if I had just done this earlier,” he said.

“Shut up-- oh fuck, Hunter!” your grumble turned into a heady moan as he wrapped his lips around your clit. He steadied your trembling thighs with one hand, making sure you didn’t collapse. “That’s good,”

“I know, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” Hunter mumbled from between your thighs. His tongue was flicking between drawing circles over your clit and gathering all the wetness leaking from your hole, your whole body spasming with the unfamiliar feeling. You reached to tug on Hunter’s hair, eliciting a growl from him.

“So predictable that you like getting your hair pulled,” you teased. Hunter ignored your jab, instead quickly shedding his glove and slipping two thick fingers into you easily. You nearly doubled over as he crooked them inside you. It felt like your whole lower half was going to give out at any moment.

“You taste so sweet, mesh’la,” Hunter breathed. “Could stay between these pretty legs all day,”

You could only moan in agreement as he pressed his fingers against a spot inside you that made your vision go spotty. An unfamiliar pressure started to build in your lower stomach, and you tugged harder on Hunter’s hair. “Shit, I don’t know what’s happening,”

“Don’t worry, you’re alright. Just let me help you,” he said, pulling you closer to him with his free hand. He wrapped his lips around your clit once more, putting as much pressure on it as he could while his fingers worked expertly inside of you. Just as you thought you were going to collapse from the feeling, your orgasm hit you. You bit down on your hand to keep quiet as your vision went white, Hunter using his free hand to support you as your legs threatened to give out. He worked you through it, pressing gentle kisses to your thighs as you shuddered through the aftershocks. When you looked down, you saw Hunter’s face dripping with your slick.

“Holy shit,” you tried to apologize, but the words got stuck in your throat as you took in the sight. Hunter was grinning like a maniac, eyes flashing with an intensity you’d never seen before. Just as he swooped in for another kiss, there was pounding from outside the hidden compartment.

“Are you two done? The place has been clear for the last ten minutes. Let’s get out of here?” Echo shouted, and you and Hunter froze. Sheepishly, you began to redress, while Hunter wiped his face off with his sleeve. You gestured to the erection he was still sporting.

“What about you?”

“We can take care of it back at the ship,” he said, and you nodded, a smile gracing your features. Hunter slid the metal door aside, gesturing for you to leave before him. You peeked around the opening, seeing three impatient men and Omega, who was practically bouncing off the walls with energy. You tried to step out of the hidden compartment, only for your still-shaky legs to give out, sending you unceremoniously to the floor.

“Are you okay?” Omega rushed to your side, helping you off the ground. You nodded, but Tech piped up from your left.

“Yes, Sergeant. You didn’t hurt her, did you? I didn’t expect you to be the sadistic type,” he said mockingly. Hunter blushed and began to swear at his brother. You rushed Omega off, promising offhandedly to explain everything to her when she was older.

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[happytroopers]

Post-drinking game, pre-hangover // Hunter x Reader

Tw: Alcohol use

Hi I’m drunk and want hunter to carry ME to bed. So my birthday gift to u is this

Also hunter is only SOFT when he thinks no one will notice you can’t change my mind

“C’mon, sweetness.” Hunter sighed using the toe of his boot to nudge your knee, though you didn’t stir. You didn’t even twitch as you continued to snooze on the floor of the Havoc Marauder’s barracks. Wrecker was about five feet away propped up against a wall, clutching a Corellian ale as a come down while muttering something incoherent. Tech had dozed off with his goggles on, the HUD scrolling though an article of some sort. Crosshair was stone cold sober, sitting up in his top bunk, pretending to be asleep while he chewed on his toothpick. He didn’t care if they were comfortable, “I’m not letting you sleep in the floor.”

Ok, so maybe allowing a drinking game with contraband booze wasn’t the best idea for post-mission team bonding....

Especially after Wrecker dared the group to keep up with him. Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair at least stood a chance, what they lacked in sheer bulk they made up for in genetically enhanced metabolism and boosted tolerance. Not to mention Jango Fett had a liver of steel before the Kaminoans did origami with his DNA. You, however, had none of those things. But you did have iron clad determination and a dangerous competitive streak. Neither of these traits boded well for you by the third round of the card game, when your vision was blurring so much you couldn’t read your cards. By mid fourth round, you disqualified yourself by slumping onto Hunter’s shoulder-out cold.

Squatting down, he brushed some stray hair off your face. He didn’t need the enhanced senses to smell the Pantoran equivalent of vodka flooding your system. If he couldn’t smell the alcohol radiating off of you, it would almost be cute how peaceful you seemed. Sprawled out in front of the view port, breaths heavier than usual, occasionally mumbling something or other- ok, maybe it was still a little cute.

“Oh, You’re gonna hate us in the morning.”’ He muttered to you, keeping a scolding facade. He imagined the headache and nausea wouldn’t be fun, but he could save you from a sore back, “But you’ll hate me a little less if you don’t sleep on our dirty floor.”

You still didn’t rouse, but the sergeant didn’t expect you too. Instead, he gently tossed one of your arms over his shoulder and the other around his neck before tucking his arms under the fold of your knees and the small of your back. Carefully, he hoisted you up slowly, making sure your head would rest against his chest instead of lolling back, “Yep, here we go.”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft, enough so that he was glad Wrecker and Tech weren’t awake to hear it- lest he get teased for ‘going soft’. At least Crosshair seemed apathetic enough not to say anything as Hunter carried you out, smiling softly when you subconsciously nuzzled into his chest. With you so close, he could feel you heartbeat thudding in your chest- slow, lethargic but steady.

In the small ship, it didn’t take long to get to your quarters- a former supply closet that had been cleaned out enough to shove a twin sized mattress and your footlocker in. You still used one of Crosshair’s weapons kits as a coffee table. As gently as possible, Hunter lowered you into the bed, careful not to bump you head on the shelves that hung over you pillow, only meeting resistance when your arms linked around his neck and a quiet groan. Apparently, he wasn’t careful enough not to wake you.

“Oh, so you aren’t dead down there?” He teased, gingerly peeling your weak hold off to lay you back onto the pillow. In the dark of the room, he knew your bleary eyes couldn’t see anything but his intensified sight could easily read the tired pout on your lips, “Yeah, I’d make that face too if I was that bad at cards.”

Indignantly, you huffed- muttering something that would have sounded a lot like curses if it wasn’t so jumbled. Hunter chuckled, one hand pulling you blanket up to your shoulder while the other pushed you back on you pillow, “There we go.”

Just as he was about to pull away to go watch the scanners for the couple of hours, your hot hand caught his fingers. While the hold was rather weak, Hunter could feel the effort you were putting into it, “What? Do you feel sick?”

Feebly, you tugged him back closer to the beside so he had to squat to look you in the eye. When he was close enough, you dropped his hand to rest your palm against his inked cheek, thumb lazily tracing the ridges by his lip.

“Stay.” You requested, voice thick with sleep and liquor but sincere. Hunter was hesitant at first, would you still want him there in the morning when you were sober? But then you’re voice was quieter, somehow more fragile, “please-“

“Yeah, all right.” He breathed, clambering into the twin size bed and pulling you half on top of him so you’d both fit. It was almost impossible how quickly you folded around him, his arms instinctively curling around you as his cheek rested on your hair.

Hunter caved quicker than he’s like to admit, but managed to make it sound like a chore. In reality, with those eyes looking up at him and that voice, nothing in the galaxy could keep him away.

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[waiting-for-motivation]

mud and blood

summary: War takes (Y/n)s best friend and breaks her. Fortunately, Hunter is there to soothe her pain.

pairings: Hunter x Reader, Bad Batch

warningst: pure angst

words: 1089

a/n: my requests are open for the clones so please hit me up with ideas :)

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The hard fight is finally over but panic takes control of Hunters body. His legs carry him over the battlefield, over bodies as well as droid parts. Brown eyes search for someone special - for his beloved girlfriend.

After every other victory (Y/n) was at his side, holding his hand and keeping him from feeling overwhelmed. But not this time.

Hunter can hear his brothers screaming for him but he can‘t return to the ship. She has to be here somewhere. She has to be still alive.

From afar the sergeant hears muffled cries and because he has no other track of his girlfriend, he starts running. Under a tree he can make out a crouched person leaning on a dead body. The one still alive is covered in blood.

His boots stop in a puddle of mud and blood and that‘s when Hunter recognises the crying person as his lost love. At first the clone sergeant smiles but then he feels (Y/n)s dread and sorrow. So Hunter kneels next to his love and lays a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/n) doesn‘t move. He could be an enemy and try to kill her, but she wouldn‘t mind. Luckily he loves her and pulls her against his chest.

Deep down (Y/n) knows who is hugging her right now because only Hunter can make her feel safe when she feels like everything is falling apart. Her sobs and cries get muffled by his neck.

Hunters worried eyes wander from his love to the body she was clinging to. It‘s the commander of the clone force they were sent to help. Besides that he was (Y/n)s best friend too.

And now she lost him. And Hunter lost a brother.

Without exchanging one word, the sergeant stands up whilst also raising his girlfriend from the mud and starts walking to the ship. (Y/n) is covered in mud and blood but Hunter doesn‘t mind her dirtying his armor. Her feelings are more important than that.

His brothers await him in front of the ship and at the sight of their loyal companion they are at a loss of words. They watch Hunter carry the anxious female inside their ship and follow them after some time.

Their work here is done.

While Tech, Crosshair and Wrecker go to the cockpit and fly the ship away from this horrible planet, Hunter takes (Y/n) to their bathroom.

She has to bath, maybe drink and eat something and then sleep. They don‘t need to talk much because both know that would only overwhelm the other.

Carefully, the sergeant places his love on the closed toilet lid. Then takes off his helmet as well as upper armor because he has to move freely to get (Y/n) inside their tub.

The moment Hunter turns around again, his girlfriend is hugging her legs tightly and burying her face in between her knees. This sight breaks the clones heart.

“Hey, honey“, Hunter whispers as he kneels in front of (Y/n) and takes one of her hands in his, kissing it. While still close to his girlfriend, he reaches for the water tap of the bath tub and lets warm water fill it.

“Let me take care of you“, he adds and helps (Y/n) stand up so that he can take off her dirty clothes. The sergeant does this very careful and slow.

Then Hunter helps his girlfriend inside the warm water and kneels next to the bath tub, grabbing a cloth to wash away mud and blood. He starts with cleaning (Y/n)s face. To the sergeants surprise there is not a single injury. All the blood must be from others - from her best friend.

Gently, Hunter moves the cloth from (Y/n)s neck to her arms and finally to her hands. One of his own holds them and after they are clean again, the clone presses kisses to every knuckle.

But (Y/n) doesn‘t notice his loving touches. Her eyes are focused on the water which slowly turns red.

“Hey, honey“, the sergeant whispers and places a hand on his loves neck, high enough for his thumb to caress her cheek. (Y/n) doesn‘t move but Hunter forces her to face him. Her eyes look almost empty and the clone is pretty sure that she looks straight through him. She must be still with the dead clone commander.

“I‘m here. I‘m with you“, Hunter says with a shaking voice because he can feel (Y/n)s fear, sadness and distress. He closes his eyes for some time because him panicking right now wont help his girlfriend. After a few seconds he gets a grip on himself.

The sergeant scoops water in both his hands and lets it run over (Y/n)s hair. It needs some time but then her hair is clean again and before the water gets cold, Hunter lifts his love out of it. Carefully, he wraps a towel around her shaking form and dries her hair with another.

In her lovers protective arms, (Y/n) gets carried to their shared bedroom. Hunter places her on the bed and covers her with three blankets. Once again (Y/n) curls up tight and buries her face in the pillow.

With a sigh Hunter takes a seat next to her and holds her hand. He doesn‘t know what else to do. What could ease her pain? Probably nothing but time and love.

The moment the sergeant wants to undress and then lay next to his girlfriend, Crosshair stands in the doorframe. There is a steaming bowl in his hands and he looks almost worried. Hunter leaves the bed and takes the bowl from his brother.

“How is she doing?“, Crosshair asks and takes a step closer to have a better look at (Y/n)=. But he can only see the top of her head.

“Not good. But thanks for the soup although I don‘t think she wants to eat anything right now“, Hunter explains and sets the bowl of soup on his working table. His brother nods and leaves the room.

As quick as possible Hunter takes off the rest of his armor and lays down under the covers with only the bottom of his blacks. The moment his back touches the soft mattress, (Y/n) cuddles up to her beloved clone. She wraps her arms tightly around him and holds him close to remember that he is still with here.

“Good night, honey. I love you“, Hunter breathes and places a kiss on top of (Y/n)s head, wrapping his arms around her body and then closing his eyes.

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