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A glorious idea has spawned in my brain

Hunter x Criminal!reader where they have a Batman/Catwoman relationship, however this time Omega meets the reader and absolutely adores her so the reader decides to stick around a bit (despite Hunter's protests). During this time, the reader and Omega form a mother/daughter and Hunter secretly loves it and falls for the reader everytime he sees her with Omega

Hello my lovely anon,

Thank you for such a fantastic request. I hope I did your request justice. The setting is Season 1 of Bad Batch, so hopefully you don't mind too much. I wrote with f!Criminal!reader, hope that's okay. Reader has a nickname.

Enjoy.

Also, since this isn't part of the Fic Roulette request, it'll be filed under the One Shots Master List. It's a little longer almost at 2400 words.

Love oo,

Not Ready

Warnings: Slight thieving, Omega in danger, dangling from a tower, banter, angst, fluff, shooting, dangerous driving, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Part Two

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“Give it back, and we can just both walk away.”

You twirled the rather large knife in your hand, “Hmmm, no.”

Hunter clenched his fists, “I said, hand it over.”

“And I said no.” You smirked underneath your mask, the only thing visible on your face were your eyes. Eyes so full of cockiness, determination and experience. “I gotta ask though, why so long?” You chuckled, “Compensating for something?” You flipped it back and forth in your hand, twirling it around your palm and the back of your hand. “Has good weight.” You smirked as you arched your brow, “If you know what I mean.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Hunter looked behind, sensing the Imperial troopers closing in, he let out a sigh, and before you even realized what was happening he tried to stun you.

Unfortunately, he missed thanks to your ability to sense when danger was imminent. Without even thinking your body back-handspringed away from the blue stun blast. “That was rude.”

“Listen, I need to get to my sister, and I don’t have time to mess around!” Hunter could hear Tech on his comms as he described Omega hanging from the tower.

“Your sister’s in trouble?” All teasing and flirting died on your lips as soon as you heard that.

“Yes!”

You nodded and tossed the knife back to the chiseled red-bandana wearing man in front of you, “Let me help.”

“No. You’ve helped enough.” His tone full of annoyance and frustration. He grabbed the knife and took off running towards Omega, ignoring the pang of regret from his tone. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was running to help Omega. Yet, the frustration from having to waste even a minute on you was more than enough to make him worry about Omega’s safety and that’s all that mattered.

His feet came to a sudden halt when you appeared in front of him with a speeder bike, “Hop on!”

“What?”

“Just … I feel bad, ok! Now shut up, and get on!”

He didn’t delay, jumping on the back of the speeder holding on to your waist tightly as you weaved through traffic.

“Where is she?” You shouted over the noise of the air rushing past your ears.

Hunter didn’t respond and simply pointed to the person dangling from the tower, as another helmeted person neared her position.

You sped up the speeder, you’d know Fennec’s helmet anywhere. You weaved and dodged against the oncoming traffic, almost as though you could see where and when the next vehicle was going to be turning or shifting. Your heart nearly dropped as you saw the tiny person slip, driving faster and more dangerous to catch her in time.

Hunter reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Omega’s in midair, tossing her onto his lap, pinning her between the two of you. “You okay, back there?” You shouted to make sure everyone was safe as you saw Fennec jump down and commandeer a vehicle of her own chasing after the three of you.

“We’re fine. Get us out of here!” He shouted as he quickly checked over Omega to make sure she was uninjured and safe. He couldn’t see much from how she was clutching to his chest plate, but it didn’t seem like she was in pain either.

“You got this?”

“What?”

“I’m asking if you know how to drive a speeder?”

“Yeah! Why?” He didn’t clue in to what you were preparing to do until you flipped over him and landed on Fennec’s vehicle.

“Hey gorgeous!” You smirked as you looked at her.

“Ugh! Should’ve known you’d be here.” Fennec answered, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep her eyes on her target.

“Wasn’t supposed but I sort of owed him one. Back off.” You stood aiming your blaster into the hood.

“No can do, little Butterfly.”

Force you hated that nickname, somehow it had stuck among the bounty hunters and assassins, simply because you were quick and light on your feet. Dazzling them with your antics and before they even realized you slipped out of their sight, blending into the crowds more often than not.

“Fennec, I like you, but you need to back off!”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll split the reward with you, if you help me capture the little girl.”

You tried to stay balanced as Fennec tilted the vehicle side to side, “You disappoint me, going after a child.”

“Jobs a job, honey.”

You shook your head, “I warned you,” you shot your blaster into her engine, jumping off onto a nearby transport, watching as her engine began to sputter. She jumped to safety standing on the closest terrace she could find, as she watched you and her target move further away. You jumped down, finding your way back to the ground, hoping from one transport to the next.

Once you touched solid ground, you looked back up to see Fennec turn and walk away. ‘Until next time, gorgeous.’ You mumbled as you headed back to the marketplace, before you even got five feet away, you felt your body jerk forward as tiny hands wrapped around your waist. You looked down to see the blonde girl, the rather striking man had rescued, his sister.

“Uh… thanks, kid. I think…” you giggled as you pulled her arms away from you.

“You saved me!” She beamed with a brilliant smile as she looked at you.

“I think your brother did that. I just drove.” You subtly shook your head, subtly moving away from the overwhelming bundle of joy.

“She has a point,” Hunter offered, “if you didn’t show up with a speeder when you did …” you could tell on his face he didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened.

“Listen, Fennec would’ve come up with something. She’s a bounty hunter, but she’s a fairly decent one. Anyway I’m glad you’re safe,” you patted the little girl’s head, “take care of yourself and your brother. Seems like he gets into trouble easily.” You turned to walk away when she gripped your fingers.

“Come with us.” She pleaded looking at you with big eyes that were asking for more than you were prepared to give, or have given to anyone since you could actually remember. It was nice to feel needed, but it was too much.

Hunter wanted to grab Omega and pull her away from this woman who showed up, and was constantly surprising and making him feel uneasy at every turn. “Omega, we don’t know her circumstances. She’s probably already committed to something else, right?” Hunter narrowed his eyes on the helmeted woman in front of him, not wanting her to take the invitation Omega offered.

You’ve seen that look a thousand times before. It said everything that really mattered, you weren’t welcome, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible.

“Don’t worry,” you started keeping your eyes locked on the man standing behind Omega, “your brother is right, I’m … currently … occupied with other matters.” You smiled as you turned your attention to Omega, and kneeled before her, “Omega, right?”

She nodded, not letting your fingers go.

You smiled and pulled out a collapsable vibroblade, “This is Vala,” you flicked your wrist and opened the vibroblade, “my father gave me this when I was about your age, he told me ‘this galaxy is full of good and bad people. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes there are too many bad, you won’t be able to find a good one. Vala, will always be there to protect you.’” You turned her hand palm-up and placed the vibroblade in her tiny hand. “It will protect you. Ask your brother to train you on how to use it. Never rely on someone else to save you, in this galaxy, sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself. Take care, Omega.” You ruffled her hair one more time, before standing up and walking away without looking back.

It felt strangely comforting to be wanted, even if it was for a brief second.

“Wait!” Hunter shouted, causing you to turn around, “We left your speeder that way” he pointed over his shoulder, you couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome, it’s not mine.” You smiled and walked away.

Omega turned to Hunter, a saddened smile on her face, “Why couldn’t she come with us?”

“Omega,” Hunter kneeled, “we don’t know who she is. Whether she can even be trusted? It’s best if she goes her way and we meet up with Wrecker, Echo and Tech.”

“But…”

“Omega, I know you have a good heart, but you’re too trusting. It’s best if we keep a low profile and avoid entangling ourselves with people we don’t know. Come on, we gotta meet back up with the others.”

He guided her back to the hangar trying to avoid the Pantoran police force and the troopers that seemed to be searching for someone.

Omega kept watching as one Pantoran guard held up a picture to a passerby, it was a picture of you. She pulled on Hunter’s sleeve and pointed to the Pantoran’s datapad.

“They’re looking for her.”

“We should go…” Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, but she refused to move.

“We have to help her.”

“We don’t know why they’re looking for her. She could be a wanted criminal or a murderer, a thief.”

“Hunter, please. She saved me, it’s the least we can do.”

He looked at the picture and commed Wrecker, “Wrecker, where are you?”

“Just entering the marketplace right now, why?”

“I need you to take Omega back to the ship, I …” he turned his head to look at Omega, “I have to repay someone who helped us get Omega back.”

Wrecker walked through the crowd faster than the others as people naturally moved out of his way, he stood in front of the both of them, tilting his head. “Who, you helping?”

“Don’t worry about it, just get Omega back to the ship and tell Tech we need to take off the minute I get back. Make sure Echo makes it back to the ship too. We may have to get out of here faster than expected.”

“Copy that” Wrecker picked up Omega and had her sitting on his shoulder as he headed back to the hangar with her.

Hunter could hear the comm chatter between Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He let out a huff and shook his head, this was just asking for trouble. He ran back, heading the way you were walking. It wasn’t long before he found you sitting at a cafe sipping on something warm.

“Came back to tell me you love me?” You teased him.

“Came back to tell you, you’re in danger.”

“Shocker.” You didn’t react or flinch, as you kept your eyes locked on the man’s eyes.

“I need to know, are you a murderer?”

“No.”

“Do you have a bounty on your head with some crime boss or something?”

“No.”

“Then get up” he grabbed your arm and forced you to stand, grabbing your helmet as he pulled you along, running behind him.

“Wait… hey!” You stopped in your tracks and pulled your arm out of his hold, “Who the hell do you think you are, pulling me like that? You know I have the right …” he put a hand over your mouth and pushed you into a darkened alley, hiding you with his body as a Pantoran patrol passed the two of you.

“They’re searching for you, and not just the police. The Imperial troopers are looking for you too.” He stepped away and handed you your helmet, “Listen, I don’t care what happens to you, but Omega was worried, and I’m not going to disappoint her. You’re warned. So you can either go back out there and try and avoid whatever trouble you got yourself into or…” he let out a sigh regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, “You can come with us and we can drop you off somewhere.”

“Us?”

“My brothers, Omega and myself.”

“Why are you helping?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to disappoint Omega. So what’s it going to be?”

You looked at him and then at the increased patrols you hadn’t realized were slowly filling up the streets, they all seemed to be looking for you. You closed your eyes and tapped your helmeted head against the wall, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Lead the way.”

He stepped closer to you, “I’m taking a chance on you, you put any of us in danger, and you and I are going to go another round, understood?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine. What do I call you anyway? Because I don’t think ‘stuck up jackass’ would work.”

“It’s Hunter, and what do I call you? Because I don’t think ‘crazy tooka’ works.”

You smirked as you looked at him, “You can just call me Butterfly. Hunter.”

“Fine. Now let’s go. Butterfly.”

“You know I’m not as bad as you think.”

“And hell is just a sauna, shut up and follow me.”

As much as you tried to fight the urge to smile, you couldn’t help but enjoy the banter you two had. You also couldn’t help but examine his physique as you followed behind him, moving around the crowd, ducking and avoiding capture until you made it to his ship.

Omega ran to you and hugged you again, “I knew he’d find you, come on. Let me show you inside.”

She gripped your hand and dragged you along. You weren’t looking for family, but … as you moved closer to the ship, there was a strange sense of belonging that came from meeting the rest of her brothers. For the first time in a long time, you felt at home.

Hunter watched you and the way Omega gripped your hand, as you introduced yourself to Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He had to admit, you were attractive, when he saw you without your helmet, he almost felt his tongue getting all tied up. Not to mention, the outfit you wore also drew attention to your physique which didn’t help. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling this could either be a really horrible idea, or it would be a very pleasant surprise.

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freesia-writes · 1 month

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OFFICIAL COVER ART FOR THE HUNTER FIC!

eeeeeee I'm so excited to share this! It's a literal dream come true. I spent a long time trying to decide which fanartist's style would be most fitting for the story vibes, and holy cow, it could not be more perfect! so, without further ado, may I please present the incredible work of @pinkiemme with the banner for my upcoming Hunter fic! 😍

I could go on about it forever but I really had a certain feeling that I hoped it would portray, from the characters to the details to the overall atmosphere... And Maria knocked it out of the park! 😭

I've been so overwhelmed and grateful with ALL the incredible fanart for this story, and I really can't wait to share the full thing with you all. I have to constantly fight the temptation to start posting it before I'm finished, but I want to make it the best it can be, so I wanna complete it and make sure everything connects/flows/ties up neatly. Plus, I'm hoping to keep it canon-compliant as a happily-ever-after for Hunter... with a few twists and turns along the way. 😏

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oceansssblue · 3 months

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~[INDEPENDENT ONE-SHOTS]

[THE BAD BATCH]– "ONE HUG AWAY"

HUNTER/F READER 💖💔

TRAVELLING WITH THE BATCH FOR QUITE SOME TIME NOW, HUNTER AND YOU HAVE GROWN TO BE THE BEST OF FRIENDS. BUT FRIENDS DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU DO AFTER JUST ONE –OR MAYBE TOO MANY– HUGS, RIGHT?

I JUST WANTED AN EXCUSE TO HUG HUNTER OKAY?

WARNINGS: PTSD–EXPLICIT WAR NIGHTMARES (BLOOD&FAMILY LOSS) IN THE FIRST PART 💔 (CAN SKIP IF YOU WANNA), OTHERWISE PURE FLUFF 💖.

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You have a recurring nightmare. Sometimes it's just the smell; smoke and ashes, and the rotting skin of the deceased bodies that pile around you being burnt. Your nose scrunches in your sleep and you turn to your side, trying to get rid of the stench of blood and death. It doesn't usually work; and it doesn't this time, either.

Sometimes it progresses to images. Flashes of endless battalions of droids and endless battalions of clones; mixed with your own people in between, the numbers of the three groups reducing drastically each day the war drags on. It used to be beautiful, your planet, with it's peculiar blue grass and vibrant flowers; tall delicate trees and a fascinating wildlife. Now everything is mutted to orange, grey and black; fire and the shattered debris of the capital left behind.

The images turn real with sounds. It's a slow transition. It starts as a distant distorted echo, as if you were listening to something underwater. Then it blasts; roaring in increasing intensity until your ears ring and you shake unconsciously in your sleep, trashing around in your bunk.

Screams. Orders. Cries. Begging for help. Tears in your eyes. Smoke. Fire. Blood, dripping from the open gash of your shoulder and the shot wound on your side. Where are they? You can't see them. Are they safe? Are they...?

You shout their names. The tears keep streaming down your face, wetting your cheeks in real life too. You whimper in your sleep, your body shaking in place.

You can't see them again. You beg not to. But the "you" in your nightmare turns around, slowly, almost recreatively; and then...

"No!" You wake up crying, no restraint whatsoever in how you do.

You weren't even aware of it; of the way your body replicated the same emotions of that damned day of your past while sleeping in your bunk in the Marauder, surrounded by your boys, the family you have now.

You take a deep breath –a weak, stuttering thing–. Your hands quickly find their way to the collar of your t-shirt, tugging it down harshly to expose the scar on your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over every inch.

Another

deep

breath.

Your heartbeat hammers in your chest. Your trembling hands slowly pull up the end of the shirt to reveal your side as well; another scar etched in place.

You touch them. You breathe. You're safe. That had been the past; and while your loss had been heartbreaking and terrible, you were not alone in your present. You had the Batch; you were not back there.

Your breathing pattern starts to slow; your heartbeat still protesting madly in your chest. You let your shirt drop back to place and sigh, still sitting in the middle of your bunk. You take a glance around. You hope you haven't woken up any of them; Maker knows they need the sleep, after last night. You specially hope you haven't startled...

Hunter. He's laying on his bunk with his torso propped up on his elbows; gaze stady and intent on your shape. You can barely see him in the darkness of the room; just his siluete and the weight of his heavy stare. He knows. He can hear your heartbeat, your breathing. He could hear your quiet whimpers and cries, before, maybe even smell your tears. Hell, he can probably guess what the dream was all about. After all, he had been the one to help her escape the wrath of the Separatists. He had seen the destruction of her planet, too.

A powerful need to go to him wrecks you. Your fingers tremble, and a choked sound threatens to pour out of your lips. You hesitate for just a second. Hunter and you have never really been that close before –fellowship, fondness and polite respect, sure, but not that level of raw affection–; and you don't want to bother him. Or make him feel weird. Or like he has to take care of you out of duty as the good human being he is but not really wanting to do so. But you need him. You do.

You cross the small space between both of your bunks as noiseless as posible, wavering on your tip-toes. He tracks every one of your movements; chin tilting up slightly to look up at you when you finally stand in front of him. You play with your own hands for a moment; feeling uncertain and restless in the expectant silence. You can see him a tiny bit better now; long hair –a bit of a mess without his bandana on–, sharp profile and impossibly magnetic eyes. He's always being so good to you...

You feel yourself starting to shake again –your emotions swirling inside your mind–; but it all stops with Hunter's movement as he pulls the covers back with one hand in a clear invitation to share his bed for the night. You make a small needy uncontrolable sound with your throat; and scramble to crawl in his bunk besides him without much thought.

Hunter's body is incredibly firm and warm. You move for a few seconds while trying to find the best position against him; quickly setting for your cheek pressing into his chest and your nose hiding in his neck, one arm wrapped around him and both legs respectfully on top of the thin matress inches away from his. Hunter make's a deep humming sound of his own and his right hand slowly presses against the middle of your back; just a reassuring presence that without words messages "i'm here". You know. He always is.

You take in his comforting familiar scent and sigh. You're too tired to give much thought to the fact that you're actually hugging Hunter; and dark memories replaced in his safe embrace, you take no time in drifting back again into unconsciousness.

Hunter stays awake for a while; making sure your nightmares don't return before going back to sleep as well, getting used to the strange feeling of being this close to you. It's new; and nicer than he'd like to admit to himself.

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The second time you hug him is a relief-driven action that holds no pre-planed thought at all. You had been waiting for news of the Batch for weeks now, having to stay back on Pabu after breaking your arm in the last mission; forced to watch them go on their own. It hadn't gone right for them either –the Empire smelling their trace and making their trip twice as long and with no coms available, even with Tech's security measures–. You had nearly picked your nails off; and a somehow un-nervous Phee standing next to you and chuckling to herself for whatever mysterious reason you couldn't care to find out had definitely not helped.

You're running towards them the moment the Marauder touches the ground. Wrecker's the first to walk the ramp; and though you care for him dearly, it's not him you jump towards.

Hunter has no other option than to hold you tightly against his chest in surprise when you crash into him. The force of your desperate hug makes him stumble –definetly not expecting that kind of welcome from you–; but he quickly gains his footing and carefully and almost hesitantly hugs you back.

"You should be more carefull with that arm" he points out, voice deep and roughned up by the tiredness and dehydratation close to your ear. "A cast doesn't give you inmunity".

You chuckle, tightening your one-arm hug against him once before taking a deep relieved breath in and stepping back. You tilt your head to look up into Hunter's dark chocolate eyes. He looks exhausted, but still holds a firm and gentle aura. He's always the composed soldier; and you admire him for that.

"No, and that's why I've mastered the one-side tackle" you joke, eying quickly the rest of the Batch and softening your glance. "I'm glad you're back and safe, Hunter".

His eyes fill with warmth and affection at your sweet, sincere tone. A fleeting thought passes through your head, noticing the difference between amicable fondness and this newfound emotion shining in his gaze. His hand briefly squeezes your un-injured shoulder once, close enough to your old scar that it somehow makes it burn. You wouldn't have been able to take your eyes of him even if you tried to.

Hunter pulls his hand back and offers a tiny tired smile.

"I'm glad to be back too".

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The physical contact with Hunter continues to grow in the following month; until it becomes a natural expected thing, a helping hand or a brush of arms here and there.

Hunter's the one to actually give you the third hug. It's one night when you all say your goodbyes to each other and prepare to get to your respective apartments for the night that happens. The people in Pabu had been kind enough to offer a twin set for you lot; having divided yourself in boys and girls. Hunter bends down to give Omega a hug; turning right after to you and enveloping your figure in his arms as well.

You freeze momentarily –though not in disgust–; your heartbeat speeding up slightly at the surprising –and unusal– gesture. Yeah, you've hugged Hunter yourself twice now; but he has never been one to initiate contact himself, maybe too polite for that.

It's him who realises what he's done, stepping back with a confused expression on his face and pushing his long hair back in a shy selfconscious tick.

"Oh, um... I don't know why I did that. My bad" he shrugs it off, offering a sheepish smile, and you chuckle at his reaction.

Not so composed this time.

"That's alright, Hunter. I don't mind. You're a good hugger" you point out.

His expresion turns into amusement, and he shows his signature side smirk. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. He's one of a motherfucker atractive man. Future girlfriend will be ecstatic to have him.

"Am I, now?"

You both laugh softly, and he decides it's time to leave you so you can have some time to rest. They're going on a mission tomorrow, and he needs you bright and early.

"Good night, mesh'la" he tells you, voice soft feeling like a caress, and you study him in curiosity at the new Mando'a.

You've heard them say some words here and there –mostly insults or surprised expressions–; but never that one.

Before you're able to ask the meaning of it, Hunter offers a last smile and turns around, quietly walking away to their own apartment straight across from yours. Your eyes never leave his retrearing figure; while Omega's switches curiously between you both.

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You lose count after the fourth one. Hugs start to form part of your usual rutine; sometimes a quick way of saying "hello" or "goodbye" and sometimes a simple show of affection, until it reaches the point where they're not unexpected anymore –though equally pleasant–. You also start to hug the rest of the Batch as well; not Echo, of course –he isn't comfortable with you like that just yet, though he admits small pats and squeezes on the shoulder as a substitute–, but Omega, Tech and Wrecker. Each hug with them feels different than rest; Hunter's keeps being the best.

It's not just physical contact that grows over the two of you; but mental as well. You often find yourself sitting with him in the cockpit –when you're on a mission– or strolling through Pabu –sometimes with Omega on your tail, sometimes not– when you're on a break. Your relationship with him deepens. He even opens up enough to talk about Crosshair; something you know it hurts him and has never been mentioned around you before. Other times he shares his worries about Omega and her on-the-run childhood; his fears for what the future beholds. You take special care of those quiet, heartfelt moments, listening carefully and giving your thoughtfull opinion that is neither naive nor too depressing; just the right amount of truth. You must be doing something right; because Hunter keeps coming back for more.

Somewhere along the way, two months in since that day of your nightmare, he casually opens his arms wide for you –not as a hello or a goodbye, not because it has been too long since you last saw each other, just a spontaneous gesture because he wants to– and you can't help but smile and cuddle straight into his arms. He sighs, body curving slightly to drap himself closer around you; and you feel the luckiest person in the world.

You take that as a license to hug him whenever you want. Sometimes he's in the middle of a conversation with his brothers when you walk towards them and slide your arms around him, pressing softly against his side; Hunter quickly growing into it and wrapping an arm around you as well without stopping the talk. Other times it's him who does it; like when you're watching Omega play with other teens on the beach, and Hunter come's around and hugs you to him while resting his chin on your shoulder, observing her.

People in Pabu start gossipping about you; rumours spreading that you might have started dating. You almost laugh when you hear it for the first time. Yeah, Hunter and you hug a lot, now, and it's undeniable that you've grown much closer; but don't friends hug too?

You start being more aware of your own actions from there on; and conclude that maybe not like that. And maybe hugs between friends aren't supposed to make you feel this way either; the way Hunter's does.

It's like that how you realise you're falling in love with him. You've always respected and admired him so much; but your feelings for him run deeper than that.

The hugs become even more frecuent as time passes by. You start to play with his hair too; Hunter even proping his head on your lap when you're resting on your bunk to demand some. You do it each time with a small chuckle and a rush of warmth and love that makes your eyes shine. You wonder if he's able to read the differences on your reactions, now.

You gather your courage, and when one of those times he relaxes on your lap again, enjoying the soft caresses of your fingers on his hair and scalp, you bend forward to kiss his forehead. Before you do, his breath hitches; his senses detecting some kind of movement above him. When your lips finally press softly against his skin, Hunter relaxes and lets out a small content hum. His right hand travels up to close around your leg, squeezing gently; and you restart your little massage.

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You're honestly surprised with how quiet the rest of the batch has been around you; not a word of your unusual closeness with Hunter even after three months of development. Yeah, they steal glances of the two from time to time, as if expecting for something to happen; but there's no out of place comment or impatient complaint.

You're... hesitant about Hunter. About his feelings for you; sometimes so convinced they're as romantic as yours are, and other times swaying towards a strong friendship. Hunter doesn't kiss on the cheek anybody else, or cuddle with any other woman, for that matter; he's a bit reserved. But then again, he has never had a close female friend before, either; so maybe he's just curiously exploring what it means, enjoying the change. A bit of your own insecurities play their part as well. Hunter is such a striking man... And though you don't believe yourself to be unnatractive by any chance, you're not sure you're able to compete on his league. But maybe you don't have to, right? Hunter's not one of your past fleeting flings, not someone who values how you look and how many times you have sex in a week with as your main value. He's a decent person; someone who truly cares for your well-being. You snort at your following thought. Maybe that problem of your last relationship hadn't been you; you're sure you'd never lack the desire to jump in bed with Hunter. And you know he wouldn't pressure you if that weren't the case. That's the best part.

One week later, it's him who finally points out the elephant in the room. You're just entering their small apartment after watching a beautiful sunset in Pabu; deciding to make him some company while the rest of the Batch stays with Omega in the beach. He had stayed back under the need for some quiet and silence. After a whole afternoon to himself, you believe he must have had that covered.

Hunter's attention inmediatly snaps to you as soon as you walk through the open door; turning his body towards you and crossing his arms with an arching brow. He knows what's coming. It's tradition, now. You feel the inmediate need as soon as you're in front of him.

"You know... I'm one hug away from kissing you, cyare" he warns, amused little smile dancing on his lips while he gently stops your hips with his hands. "You're driving me crazy with all that physical contact, mesh'la".

You laugh. Your eyes shine up at him, insides warm and fuzzy with the raw affection he's directing towards you. His thumbs trace slow lazy circles over your hips. You love him. You have enjoyed the unhurried natural progression of your developing relationship; but you can't wait to take the next step, to finally being able to call him yours. You want to be that lucky girl you thought of once.

Oh well. If one more hug is all it takes...

You slowly stand on your tip-toes; and without taking your eyes off of him, your hands slowly skim up his arms til you're enveloping his back and shoulders in a half-hug. Your face is inches from Hunter's now. Your smile is impossibly wide and proud while you grin at him.

Hunter chuckles in amusement, quickly catching onto your logic, the silent question in your gesture; and one of his hands abandon your hips for a gentle hold on the side of your jaw.

"Love you" he mumbles, still smiling while he gives you his first ever kiss, making you giggle while you cling to his shoulders and kiss him back as well.

He deepens the kiss, demanding more of you while tigthening his grasp on your hip and pulling you closer. You make a satisfied happy noise with your throat, fingers slipping into his hair and body melting against him.

"Love you too".

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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cloned-eyes · 9 months

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....yet again back at it with @therisingdarkness ocs

...btw my comms are open again

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #star wars #star wars fanart #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanart #star wars oc #jedi oc #friends oc #hunter smut #hunter x oc #bryce #eyesdraws #not safe for tumblr #minors dni #minors begone

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perfectlywingedart · 4 months

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Hunter & Lyra 🧡

Gift for @freesia-writes, featuring her lovely OC. Go check out her work!

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hellhound5925 · 1 month

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Cyare Verd

*OC Raven x Hunter

Previous: Chapter Two - Spoils of War

Chapter Three: Ruins of War

It's safe to say at this point, this is not how I saw this going. I shouldn't be surprised though because when did Cid's missions EVER go well. The answer is never. They never go well. I will say, these guys live up to expectations.

The free-falling feeling is starting to get old. My stomach - I swear on my ancestors - is in my skull.

"We are descending at a rate of speech that is most concerning" Tech voices his opinion - or fact. Same difference.

"If the reentry thrusters don’t engage soon—" Echo starts before I finish for him "We're all dead!".

There is a clang sound and all the cargo - including us - crashes to the ground. My whole body aches. The others stand, collecting themselves; however, I continue to lay on the floor for a moment longer wondering what I did to make the galaxy hate me so much. A string of curses pass my lips.

"Other than not being able to steer or control where we land, I would say this is going well" Tech says looking around.

I scoff getting to my feet, "Your definition of well and mine. Very different".

Hunter's voice comes through the comms, "Did you reach the escape pods yet?"

An involuntary scoff from me, "Not exactly”.

“We are using an alternate mode of transport. My calculations have us crashing towards the upper forest region of the planet" Tech explains.

I lean over to Echo, "Is he always like this?".

A laugh. "Yeah, Always".

Tech seemed to have finished his conversation with Hunter. "Well then, now we just wait until we hit the ground".

That thought hits me like a stone hitting water. It's supposed to be good news but my gut still says it's not over.

Shortly after that, the container hits the ground. Hard. I’m left wondering how much more of this my body can handle in one day.

"That was smoother than some of Wreckers attempted landings" Tech jokes.

"I think I'd like to never find out what those are like" I say, bending over with hands on my knees. My body aches and bile rises in my throat. For a second, I wonder how fast my body will react if I need to get my helmet off. Puking with a helmet is not something I’d like to add to my list of experiences today.

"Tech Report" Hunter comms us again.

"We are alive. But where we are, I am not fully certain.”

"The Empire is gonna come looking for their containers, and likely for us" I say to all of them. Having regained my composure.

Hunter grunts his agreement, "Get out of sight and lay low. Once we get to the Marauder we'll come for you."

"Sir, yes sir" I sneer over a chorus of "Roger that.”

Tech turns to me and glances at Echo, "What you did back there, for us-",”-Cid would probably find a way to make my after life miserable if we all died" I brush it off, waving a hand.

The whole container shifts as if it still hasn’t fully settled. "We haven't fully landed yet" Echo barely finished before the container begins to tip.

Without hesitation, the three of us run towards the top. Dodging the cargo on our way as it crashes to the bottom. We don't quite make it before the whole container is dropping completely upright. The three of us fall briefly only to have our bodies slammed onto the cargo at the bottom. With a quick glance to my left, I see Echo but there’s no sign of Tech.

Neither of us have a chance to look for him, when the sound of metal groaning comes from overhead. A large container breaks free of the cargo net and barrels past the two of us. It crash lands with a loud band and a pained grunt.

Scrambling to the edge of the containers we landed on, Echo and I both look over. Tech is pinned.

"Tech! Tech! Are you alright?" I yell down to him. He doesn’t respond, trying to pry the container off his leg.

”Hang on we’re coming down.” Echo added, sliding himself off his container down to Techs level. I follow suit. The two of us carefully lift the container off him.

Tech snaps, "My left femur has been fractured by approximately 150 kilograms of pressure...so...no.”

"Hang tight. I'll go up top and scope things out" Echo says.

I reach for his bicep to stop him, "Be careful, we are down one of you. I can’t drag you both out of here". His helmeted head dips slightly before making his way to the top.

I take off my backpack and dig through it to find something to brace Tech's leg with. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking he speaks, "Good idea, probably should brace my leg".

Unfortunately, a bandage is the only thing I have. At least it provides some form of support. A quick glance at him with the wrap in my hand and a shrug of permission, I get to work. Once I’ve got it started, I wrap it nice and tight. He grunts.

"Ni ceta (sorry). Almost done" I try to comfort him.

He comms Echo, "What do you see up there?"

"We still haven't landed."

"We need to get out of here" I add my input.

Echo makes a plan, "Alright, we can use a rope to climb up to the ledge. Tech, we can pull you up once we get up there.”

"Copy that" I say, gathering up our things and grabbing Tech's bag.

Echo throws down the rope and I help Tech over to it. "Are you going to be alright for a few minutes?"

"Yes, I'll be fine" he huffs a sigh. With a nod, I begin my climb.

Once I’ve reached the top, I haul myself up over the cliff's edge. Echo and I exchange a quick glance. He’s got one end of the rope tied to a tree, while he himself steadies it. I grab on.

”I’m up. Tech you ready?”

“Ready.”

”Alright. On you Echo.”

“Pull.”

The two of us work in unison pulling Tech to the tip. Sweat starts to bead on my forehead. The only sound over our open channel is a combination of grunts.

"Well this mission has been eventful" Tech says once he reaches the top.

"You don't say.”

Echo ignores our banter "We have to get out of sight.” His visor scanning the tree line.

“So much for the war chest. Cid’s going to be pissed.” I think out loud.

The 3 of us head toward the trees. Echo helps Tech while I keep watch. For some time, we walk in silence. Every so often making sure to glance back at Echo and Tech. With a reassuring nod from the former, my visor turns back ahead of me. I haven’t seen signs of a threat which for once is a nice relief. However, the further we go it seems to be getting foggy.

My comm crackles as if someone is joining our channel, dragging me from my thoughts.

"Havoc-2. The Fourth sun is setting. Plan double zero" Hunter’s voice.

"Copy that" Tech replies.

"What's ‘plan double zero’?" I stop and spin around to face him, cocking my head.

"It means 'go radio silent'. Comm channels are being monitored" Tech explains. Dread spreads through my gut.

My HUD indications start lighting, picking up on something moving ahead of us in the trees, "Osik (shit)...We're being followed" I practically whisper yell.

Drawing a blaster, I throw up a hand signal for them to stop. Tip toeing on bent knees, I quietly continue forward into the brush.

I don’t get too far when I finally find our tail. An older human man cowers below me with my blaster in his face. Echo and Tech are ragged breaths behind me.

"He could be working with the Empire" Echo cautioned.

"Me?" Asks the old man. They debate with the man for a moment but I stop listening because it's pointless.

"Alright look” I snap. “We don't have time for this. I say we tie him up and leave him here. By the time we’re gone he can free himself."

Two visors snap my direction. I shrug. Tech turns back to the man.

”Where is the nearest place to find shelter?”

The man gestures towards my blaster. "Well it's a little hard to think with her pointing a blaster at me."

“I really don’t know what you thought was going to happen when you were tailing us.” I nudge closer and he scrambles back in response. Seeing his eyes widen in fear is enough that he likely won’t try anything. Slowly I lower my blaster but don’t holster it.

The man smiles, "Much appreciated, but sorry to say there's no shelter around these parts.”

Tech does something on his datapad. I scan for more heat signatures. There could be more people waiting for us.

"I'm registering a heat source 200 meters west of here. I suspect it is your domicile." "How did you-" the man starts, his facial expression is priceless.

"Take us there" Echo commands. The man who reluctantly complies.

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Once we make it to the old man - who told us his name is Romar - place, we relax. A little.

"So, the Mandalorian I get-” Romar starts. I shake my head in offense. “-but what you're telling me is that your rogue clones running from the Empire. Who used to be the Republic?" Romar asks.

I sigh, becoming more annoyed by the second. I've been listening to them explain our situation the whole way here. Leaving him tied up still seems like it would have been the better option.

"Correct. You finally got it right" Tech says taking a seat and removing his helmet, exhaustion plasters his face.

Strolling around Romar’s home its clear he’s not much of a threat. Various personal items are scattered all over. My curiosity gets the best of me I explore, drowning out their conversation. Family heirlooms? I’m not really sure but there’s a series a photos that makes my chest feel unbearably tight. This man must have lost his family. Considering how there's not evidence of anyone else living here.

I pull myself away from the photos, forcing myself to tune back in.

"We?" Asked Echo.

"The other survivors who fled the destruction." Romar says matter of factly.

A glance at Echo and Tech. Trouble. They could be a problem for us if they find out about us. Time for a subject change.

“So what's the deal with the war chests?”

"You think Dooku funded his war effort by only stealing from outside worlds?" He raises his voice. "No. He took from us, his own people. His quest for power is why our city is now buried in rubble."

“I’m shocked you and the others haven’t decided to take it back.”

Romar shakes his head, "I want none of it. Let the Empire take it. The sooner they're gone, the better. And the same goes for you. No offense". Romar glances at me with the last part as if I’m the biggest trouble. "Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have work to do."

As he starts to walk away from Tech and Echo, I sit in front of him. ”Not so fast. How do I know you won’t alert someone we’re here?”

“I don’t want any more trouble than is already here” He replied with a sidelong look.

Seeing the truth in his eyes, I step out of his way and watch as he opens a hatch in the floor. With a quick glance it seems like some kind of food cellar. He looks back at me to see if I’ll make a move. Nodding that I trust him, he turns and disappears down the ladder.

Once he's out of earshot I turn to the others. "We can still scout the site to see if it's clear.” I slide my helmet off and take a seat next to Tech.

"I really don't think it's a good idea.” Echo sighs.

"So, what's the plan then?"

Tech - as if he is finishing a thought out loud - says "The war chest wasn't ours in the first place".

Echo stiffens. "Well, we would have made better use of it.”

"I am simply stating that without the funds from the war chest, We are no worse off than we were before.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose I curse to myself in mando’a. "For the love of all things. Not this again." They both ignore me.

Echo starts pacing with his helmet under one arm. "That's now how I see it. The Empire's growing stronger, and we're still doing nothing about it?" He waves his socket in the air, irritation radiating off him.

Before they can argue more, I step in "Wait, am I missing something?"

Echo scowls at me, "I just feel like we should be doing more to hurt the Empire".

I stand up and grab my helmet, "Then what are we waiting for." Moving for the door, Echo falls behind me.

"Where are you going?" Tech asks.

Echo without even looking back says "To check for patrols".

The two of us exit in silence before I decide to break it, "You think they'll be alright?"

"They'll be fine" he snaps back.

Sighing I slide on my helmet, "look if you don't want to talk about it, I get it but, we kind of need to be on the same page to survive this.” Listening to myself say those words is almost hilarious because I’ve already shut a number of them down for asking questions.

Echo stops and sighs, "Rex is out there trying to save our brothers from the Empire...and we're here. Running odd jobs for Cid.” There’s a deep pain in his voice. “My twin. Fives was his name. He died trying to save us and I’m here. Not doing anything to help the cause.”

”My family was on Mandalore during the bombardment. All of them. Kal’Buir, Ordo, Mereel, Prudii, Jaing, Kom’rk, and A’den. Along with all the others we go out. I have no family left.” I clamp my jaw shut trying to take it all back. The muscles in my jaw start to ache.

A moment of silence passes over the two of us. His body language seems more relaxed, yet I’m hating myself for letting that slip. Aspen is the only other person I’ve ever confided in.

Composing myself I continue. ”Timing is everything. The other clones made their choice and the Empire is planning to replace them with trained civilians anyway. Is it worth risking the family you still have?"

Echo sucks in a deep breath, taking in everything I just said. He smiles and looks down at me, "You know, you fit right in with us.”

His words hit me hard. I’ve known him for what? Not even two standard rotations and there's a shred of me that feels like I can call him a friend.

I laugh nervously, still trying to process. "A Mandalorian, and the 'Bad Batch' rogue clones? Cantinas all around the galaxy will hear the punchline to that joke."

Echo lets out a deep laugh, "Yeah, you got that right."

We patrol the area closer to Romar's home, in comfortable conversation. He even tells me more about Fives. I still can’t bring myself to talk about my family but he doesn’t ask. There aren’t even words for how good it feels to finally have a normal conversation. These guys aren't so bad. They’re just trying to find where they fit in this new galaxy. Kind of like me.

When we make it back to our temporary shelter, Tech and Romar are in conversation. I have no problem interrupting.

"All clear."

Our comms crackle like the channel is back open. “We're in position. Tech, send your coordinates." It's Hunter - We might actually get out of this.

"Transmitting."

"Coordinates received. We're heading your way."

"Go, I will catch up" Tech says to us.

I shake my helmeted head “Mm-mm, Nope. We go together.” My stance is naturally wide and for a split second I find myself reverting back to my days on Kamino. Giving instruction to all those Clone Troopers.

Echo gives a respectful solute and the two of us glance at Tech. His brows rise at my command but he nods. “Very well.”

“Time to bang out.” With a gloved hand in the air, index finger outstretched making a circular motion - the gesture a universal ‘rally’ symbol - a sense of pride washes over me. Kal’Buir would be proud. “Oya!”

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Reaching the site of our crash landing, the container appears to be undisturbed and there’s no sign of the Empire.

”That’s odd, no? It’s been hours.” The second it came out of my mouth I knew I shouldn’t have opened it.

"Speeders on approach" Echo says whipping around.

“Slana’pir! (Piss off!)”

At the rate Tech is moving this won’t be good. They’re closing in too fast. “Take cover!”

The three of us scatter for cover. I find the nearest tree wide enough to conceal me and put it between me and the enemy. This is bad. This is bad. The sound of the speeders growing louder with their approach. Pressing my back into the trunk I try to calm my racing heart.

The speeders slow and come to a stop not terribly far from me. With a quick peak around the tree the troopers seem to be distracted by something. Tech I now realize is just off to my left and they haven’t seen him. Bending over Tech, grabs something before launching it at the troopers. They share a look before hopping off the speeders and making their way towards him.

With a quick prayer to whatever powers at be, I sneak out from cover to get myself into position behind the troopers. I still have no idea where Echo is and I can’t rely on the fact he knows what's going on. He very well might not.

The trooper further ahead disappears behind some brush. A loud crack follows. “Tech. Come in. Everything alright?” I murmur, hoping he got the upper hand.

Deciding to take on the second one, I draw a knife from behind my back and flip it a few times, eyeballing the shot. With the blade between my index finger and thumb, one quick flick of the wrist and a flash of silver, it buries itself into the trooper's back. He doubles over with a grunt.

"I'm doing well actually. Just making some friends" Tech sasses but sounds as though he’s struggling.

As I approach the trooper – now lying face down on the ground with my knife still in his back – Tech emerges from the brush, limping more heavily. I quickly retrieve the knife, wipe it clean, and return it to its sheath.

“Tech. Raven. Come in. You guys alright?” Echo comms us.

I glance at Tech. He nods and leans his weight against a tree. “Yeah fine. Where are you?”

“Troopers were assembling an eweb. I dealt with it.”

Offering Tech my help, he throws an arm over my shoulders and the two of us meet up with Echo. Who’s casually posed by the massive gun.

"Uh guys..." I say pointing to the gun ship in the distance.

Echo grabs the eweb, taking shots at the ship. Just then the sound of more speeders approaching.

“Can’t we catch a break!?”

With Echo focused on the gun ship, that leaves me and Tech to deal with the speeders.

"You have proved to be quite capable.” He glances over at the rope we left tied to the tree earlier. “Help me get the rope."

"Roger that.”

With the other end of the rope in hand, I tie it to the back of the speeder as Tech hops on. His grunt in frustration draws my attention. He’s on a speeder trying to pull the rope taught but its knot is coming undone on the other end.

"Hang on!" I yell, running for the tree and further securing it.

Once the speeders come into view it's too late. For them. “Go! Go! Go!” Tech hits the throttle pulling the rope as tight as it will go. Just when I think it's about to snap, the two troopers are sent from their speeders through the air. Once they’ve skidded to a haul, neither of them moves.

A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy every bit of watching that.

I was too caught up in what we had just done to notice the ship coming into view. The Marauder. Wrecker is waving at us from the top of the ramp.

"That...would be our ride" Tech says very matter of factly.

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stars-n-spice · 2 months

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Hunter's turn with a partner!

Meet Jung-Myn Yun! A selective mute Jedi who survived Order 66 and is in a queer platonic relationship with Hunter.

The last addition to the collection of Bad Batch significant others :D

Check out the others:

Crosshair's BF Echo's GF Wrecker's GF

Close ups under the cut!

Hair care buddies :)

#pushing my oriented aroace hunter agenda #mwahaha #tbb #the bad batch #tbb oc #sw oc #original oc #oc x canon #queer platonic relationship #queer platonic partners #hunter x oc #tbb hunter x oc #tbb hunter #jedi oc #jung myn yun

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jinngonjin · 1 month

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I haven’t even thought of a title yet 😭 but here’s a blurb of an OC x Hunter x crosshair fic I mean to write. This is basically my first time writing and posting here so I have no clue what i’m doing :(

This fic is pretty much in a made up time line, basically no order 66, it’ll start off slightly angsty but i really mean to take this in a fun direction. Imagine a cheesy shore leave, parties, everyone’s drunk and happy, Anakin’s safe and happy, etc… ‼️

WARNINGS: Even if I don’t plan on writing smut, i’m planning on having suggestive themes, slight NSFW, and heavy language. For this, MINORS DNI! I also won’t be writing any cloncest or padawan x master because it makes me uncomfortable ‼️

~anyways~

Prompt/summary:

Prologue of when Jyn, a strange Jedi, makes her way to clone force 99. Jyn once confided in hunter and revealed her troubled past to him, only to unexpectedly spark tension between the walls of their newly acquired marauder.

Prologue: Part 1

hunter had always taken a particular interest in Jyn. It wasn’t just for her mysterious scent, or smooth accent, but her overall demeanor and pride.

ever since Grandmaster yoda stationed the young jedi as the general to clone force 99, since their very first meeting on the landing pad back in coruscant, hunter had noticed that she carries herself with pride, a cocky attitude along with a cold, unbreakable surface. she almost reminded him of crosshair, except, when she warmed up to the batch, her ice cold defense melted, revealing a poised, but wild assassin.

She had never been like the other jedi, though she rarely talked about her past, hunter couldn’t help but notice how the other generals seemed to act around her. Kenobi, in particular, would walk on eggshells, very careful with his words but watchful with his eyes. the others seemed to tense up ever so slightly, but just enough for hunter to notice.

It wasn’t until Jyn finally spoke, “it has you wondering, sergeant? hm?”

hunter was taken out of his trance, “sir? what do you mean?”

Jyn chuckled, and gave her sergeant a rare smile, she knew he was curious about her background and instead of opting for her usual mysterious demeanor, she chose to confide in the handsome broody clone.

in her own words, she described the bloodlines in coruscant to rarely ever intertwine… “you see, with a population of a trillion could you even think of the chances that i’ll end up with these… genes?” she laughed again, hunter only deepened his gaze, as he could only wonder what she was getting at. “one could say i’m just so unlucky” she began to describe a family tree ever so unfamiliar to Hunter, who could barely follow, until he heard a familiar name. “And who would’ve thought the qui gon Jyn to intertwine a young, noble woman?” Hunter cleared his throat, that he knew. He had always assumed that Jyn’s apparent exile was due to the nature of her father’s affair, but as it seemed there was more to the rumors he picked up from other clones. Jyn continued, “there was no attachment of course…” but then she began to describe her mother, a noble woman from the topside of coruscant who wore an ancient ring only qui gon noticed to be none other than Revan’s. As he grew curious he found himself bewitched, unknown to him, he had released an ancient sith curse meant to taunt Revan’s bloodline. Hunter’s eyes widened, “you mean to say-“ only to be quickly interrupted by Jyn, “Oh yes, what a beautiful coincidence” Jyn tapped her fingers, nervously narrating the abomination that lead Qui Gon to return to the temple, that rainy day, that same damned day he had to wrap his daughter in his capes, running to seek counsel from his Grandmaster, who couldn’t help but be horrified. “A curse, that is” with his boney green finger, he pointed at the child “a midichlorian that is” Qui gon was horrified, only ever hearing tales of such children born to destroy, unbalanced beings with so much turmoil, they reek of destruction and malice. He couldn’t even help but feel remorse at the little child wrapped in his hands. Even at her arrival a life was taken, her mother perished as she birthed the forsaken child. Qui Gon couldn’t even bare to raise such a monster, but a willingness rose through the force, a vision he could only seem to see. “I must raise this child, I must train her… Jyn, I must make her one of us”

Coruscant had never seen such a rainy day, thunder blazed through the cityscape, echoing especially loud in quiet halls of the Jedi temple. The council had gathered in an effort to make a decision, yet none could be found. reluctantly Yoda agreed to raise this Jyn, finding it safer than to cast her away, fearing what such power could mean to the council.

And it was until her father succumbed to Darth Maul’s crimson blade, Jyn was following her father around like a lost puppy, clinging on to his teachings, shying away from the younglings that stopped to stare as she made her way through the halls.

soon she was under the mercy of the council, she saw how they accepted younger skywalker, despite his turmoil. she could only hope to have the same fate. But as she watched the flames devour what was left of Qui Gon Jyn, not much hope was left for the young girl.

it wasn’t the only time she was in the presence of the council as they debated her fate, multiple times she clung behind her fathers robes listening to their careless remarks about her nature. but now she was alone, trembling under the eyes of watchful jedi, it seemed as yoda’s eyes pierced into her soul as he announced her organized exile.

she couldn’t help but feel sorrow, as the guards escorted her to the B’tshan Jeddai temple, an old temple where jedi went to retire.

There Jyn was alone, until finally Mace Windu decided to train the little girl…. a vision that compelled him to take her under his wing, he handed her her two amethyst lighsabers back, and harshly molded her into a pious soldier.

The brothers welcomed home an even larger ship with Jyn’s arrival. The marauder 2.0 was a large vessel, equipped with a medbay, multiple quarters rather than bunks, a kitchen, lounging area, and per jyn’s request a large meditation chamber.

That had become their little shared home, a dysfunctional family of six, each with their own little quirks and problems.

but Jyn. Jyn was hunter’s biggest puzzle. He hated how much attention he sought from her, and when she chose to confide in him, he let it all get into his head. The sergeant occupied his mind with her image, he was perplexed… hell? why does he even care if she gets along with crosshair? why does he care when she bonds with tech over little trinkets, and jokes along with Wrecker and Echo? Hunter couldn’t make sense of it himself, brushing it off every time it slightly bubbled.

“What’s this?!” boomed wrecker.

“Honeycombs from Alderaan, wanna taste?”

“Uh, sure thing Jyn!” Wrecker was grinning at the opportunity to try some of Jyn’s precious delicacies.

“what… can’t seem to pass the opportunity to eat, wrecker?” Spoke Crosshair with his signature cold tone.

“What the- EW! that’s gross” Wrecker was now gagging and coughing “what do you even call this crap? sour? bitter? eugh!”

“it’s both” crosshair said lazily as he fiddled with his toothpick

They didn’t notice hunter was already sitting at the barstool, observing them looking rather amused. He didn’t even notice himself staring until Jyn moved to look in his direction.

“yeah? she seems to like bitter… and sour things” Hunter shoots a glare at crosshair, and before he can even intervene, Jyn interrupts. “What’s that supposed to mean Sergeant?” Now this was all too amusing for crosshair, tech perked up, and wrecker was busy repeatedly washing his mouth… still cursing the taste of that.. thing.

Hunter was the first to slam his fists into the table and turn to leave the room.

the door hissed, and as echo made his way in, he was shoved by a rather angry Hunter.

“What’s the matter with him?” Crosshair scoffs still twisting and turning his toothpick around between his lips, he shrugs and then makes his way out the room.

This wasn’t the first time Hunter has such an outburst, Jyn began to think he hated being bossed around. Perhaps her new commanding presence bothered him, after all he was used to being the boss around here.

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 27: Focus

Summary: As the Batch struggles with the loss of one of their own, Hunter tracks something the others can't see.

Warnings: discussion of major character death, grief, mention of torture and near death experiences

Author’s Note: Hope y'all don't hate me right now 😅 btw there’s going to be an epilogue 🤘

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“‘How many time’s she’s’ what?” Hunter asked.

Sinya shook her head rapidly. “I said too much, I can’t-”

Hunter moved in close. “Tell us…now,” he growled.

The intimidation sunk into the twi’lek, and she appeared to become more uncomfortable by the second. She swallowed, her fingers fidgeting.

“How many times she’s died.”

“She- that’s not possible,” Echo muttered, eyes wide.

“It’s a curse,” Sinya shrugged. “It happened when she was young. She doesn’t like to-”

“Unless she was resuscitated, it would have been impossible for her to have died,” Tech interjected.

Crosshair shook his head. “But that blaster shot she took before she was assigned to us; she couldn’t have survived that, right?”

“I mean, she’s here, isn’t she?” Sinya replied. “Obi Wan told me about that one. It was pretty rough.”

“You can say that again; that shot knocked her out of the frontlines for six weeks,” Echo scowled.

“We’re still not sure what she lost that time,” she hummed, mouth pulling into a tight line. “She won’t go through the list with me, not that she’s added anything to it recently anyway.”

“Jainey loses stuff, too? I lose stuff all the time,” Wrecker chuckled nervously, earning a sharp look from Hunter.

“She doesn’t lose objects like that. She loses memories. Obi Wan told me that the first one she lost was of her first love.”

Tech cleared his throat. “Her-”

“That isn’t something I’ll tell you,” Sinya interrupted, her words forming a sharp edge. “That story is hers to tell if she wants.”

Wrecker shifted his weight between his feet, eyes trained at the floor. “What if she- will she forget us?”

“Wrecker-” Tech’s voice came, vague irritation along with it.

“I don’t know,” Sinya answered, the corners of her mouth coming up in a reassuring smile. “But I don’t think she could forget you boys if she tried.”

Wrecker nodded, a small grin matching hers.

The rest of the recording included Sinya saying her goodbyes and a brief squabble over taking watches.

“So it’s true then; she has to come back. She’s cursed to come back,” Crosshair rasped, his voice still shaky, as he combed Jaine’s hair away from her face, her head in his lap. “She has to come back.”

“Cuir’ika,” Tech said, his voice low. “We cannot begin to understand how this supposed curse works, or if it exists at all.”

“She has to come back,” Crosshair repeated, making it clear that he wasn’t listening to his twin any longer.

Tech sighed, pulling himself to his feet. Camp had been made here at the bank of the river, despite Tech pointing out that it was not an ideal place to set up, even for a short period of time. But there was no moving his brother.

Tech walked the short distance to the small shelter Hunter and Wrecker set up.

“Still won’t budge?” Hunter asked, already knowing the answer.

Tech gave a small nod. “His vitals show no sign of deterioration, even if he seems to be in shock.”

Hunter hummed an acknowledgment.

“Have Echo and Wrecker had any luck finding a signal?”

Hunter sighed. “Last he checked in, he was trying to find a tall tree to climb. We managed to get a partial message through to Cody, but it wasn’t much.”

Tech nodded. For the first time since- well, ever in his life, everything seemed still. The numerous sounds that always surrounded him, constantly pulling him in and whipping his brain into a faster pace, seemed to be somewhat quieter now. He could still hear them if he listened; the rush of the water flowing down the river, the leaves rustling as the wind shook their branches, Crosshair’s quiet, reassuring mantra.

“You look tired,” Hunter noted, having watched Tech’s eyes close as he concentrated on what he could hear. “You should rest.”

“I have the most training in field medical aid out of the rest of us,” Tech replied. “I should be alert if anything were to happen.”

“Tech-”

“I am fine, Hunter,” Tech asserted as he began to tap rapidly at his data pad.

Hunter sighed heavily. “Tech, don’t you think it’s time you stopped lying to me?”

“I am not-” Tech began, but was cut off by the tired incredulous look on Hunter’s face.

“We’ve never…lost one of our own,” Hunter lamented, his eyes focusing on Crosshair by the riverbank. “Years of testing and training and torture, hundreds of missions, too many close calls, but we made it through it all. But now…”

Tech watched as Hunter’s eyes squeezed closed, noticed the way his jaw and fists clenched, saw his shoulders slump almost imperceptibly, heard his breaths quicken. He always had to see the details- all of the details. He put it together in his head; it had been a long time since he had seen these tiny clues on his eldest brother. Hunter was scared- terrified, really.

“Sol’ika,” Tech whispered, knowing it would be loud enough for his brother to hear. “This is not your fault.”

Before Hunter could begin to respond, a small ping sounded from his vambrace, followed by a shout from Wrecker, not far away.

“It’s Cody,” he said, standing up.

“Sergeant,” Cody greeted, the sound of blaster fire and explosions in the background. “Heard you boys are out on Damussa, but you said this was urgent?”

“Yes, sir,” Hunter uttered. His heart had dropped into his boots and his mouth felt drier than the sands of Tatooine. “Commander, Is the General available? This message concerns both of you.”

“We’re a bit busy,” Cody hummed, his head snapping towards some sound that barely came through the static. “Can this possibly wait?”

“Commander, it’s-”

Another explosion sounded through the comm, followed by a crash and a loud grunt.

“Hello dear,” Obi Wan’s voice dripped like honey. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Sergeant Hunter, you’ve got your window now. Make it quick.”

Hunter tried to steady his breath. “General Kenobi, sir. It’s J-...I regret to inform you that Lieutenant Vale-”

The words choked in his throat, the air in his lungs seemed to turn to lead.

Through the static of the signal, the blaster fire, the bombs, Hunter could make out Kenobi’s faint voice. “Jainera?”

The line continued with simply the background noise of war.

“Thank you for informing us, Hunter,” Obi Wan finally answered, his voice a schooled calm, but lacking its usual character. “We are less remote and will have better luck getting a message through to Sinya on Coruscant. Stay safe, Sergeant.”

With that, the line cut, and Hunter sank back down onto the log he’d been occupying before, praying to gods he couldn’t believe in for…someone- anyone to guide him through this.

Starlight, a quiet voice hummed in his ears, causing his whole body to tense up. His hair stood on end as his eyes darted around.

“Hunter?” Tech questioned, but his voice seemed distant.

Relax, the voice called again.

Hunter scowled as he stood up, eyes searching the area. He couldn’t see anyone - or anything - that could be calling to him like this. He was vaguely aware of Tech vying for his attention, asking if he was okay or what he was hearing, but right now he could hear a threat and he needed to gather information.

I’m no threat, Starlight.

Hunter just about growled, somewhat startling Tech.

“Hunter,” he repeated, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder, following his line of sight towards Crosshair and Jaine.

“There,” Hunter breathed, slowly approaching the riverbank. The unshakable focus in his expression and the way his stance adjusted reminded Tech of a predator stalking some prey, and not for the first time.

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7. cuddling and eventually falling asleep

Author's choice on OC but I think Sola would be really cute for this one

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Pairing: Hunter x OC (Sola info here)

Summary: Hunter and Sola cuddling.

Warnings: None. Fluff.

WC: ~500

A/N: Thanks for the ask, friend! This is my first time posting anything Hunter x Sola related and I am soft for them. 🥹

Sola lay on her bunk, the steady sound of rain pelting The Marauder oddly comforting. They had just returned from a mission and were back on Ord Mantell for a few rotations, a nice break amidst the back-to-back jobs she and 99 were sent on by Cid.

She was trying to research their next assignment, but her eyelids were heavy in the rare tranquility of The Marauder. The boys and Omega were still at Cid’s parlor, having a drink and decompressing. Sola had her drink and retreated to the ship, wanting to take this opportunity to hit the refresher and relax.

Sola perked up when she heard footsteps up the gangplank, Hunter stepping aboard the ship.

Sola smiled, knowing he probably wouldn’t be far behind her.

“Mind if I join you?” Hunter took off his helmet and began undoing his armor.

Sola sat up more in her bunk.

“Only if you hit the ‘fresher first.” She lightly teased, watching as he meticulously stacked his armor near his bunk.

Hunter let out a low chuckle, now just in his blacks. “If that’s what it takes.”

Sola hummed in response, laying back down on her bunk.

Hunter stepped into the refresher and emerged not too long after in a fresh pair of blacks.

Sola scooted over in her bunk, Hunter settling in next to her. There wasn’t much room, but neither of them minded. Sola tucked herself into Hunter’s side, his arm keeping her close to him. She rested her head on his chest, and she heard and felt him let out a long breath.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the rain the only sound in the ship as Hunter’s fingers drew gentle circles on her arm, letting himself unwind.

Sola’s eyelids were fatigued again, Hunter’s warm body and steady breaths lulling her further into a state of relaxation, something they both realized they hadn’t had in some time.

Hunter could hear Sola’s heartbeat slow as she melted against him. Her scent enveloped him as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, feeling her snuggle even closer up against his body.

“How long do you think we have until they come back?” Sola mumbled, barely fighting off sleep.

“Not long.” Hunter’s own eyes were falling heavy, his body and mind begging for rest.

“Then we better enjoy the quiet while it lasts.” Sola murmured, threading her fingers with his across his chest.

Sola felt safe, unworried as Hunter’s hand gently squeezed hers. Feelings she thought she’d never feel again before being in Hunter’s arms.

Soon, Hunter’s soft snores joined the sound of the rain. Sola faded into a serene slumber shortly after, entwined in one another, content and at peace, at least for a little while.

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Not Ready - Part Three

Summary: Making your way back to the Marauder with Hunter and Omega

A/N: Hello lovelies,

In case you didn't realize, I should probably mention this is all set in the time of Season 1 but I'm sure you guys realized that. Also had a half day today because half our patients cancelled, love days like that, got a lot of stuff done and still had an evening to relax.

Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Angst, irritations, yelling, lack of trust, fluff, running, evading capture, forehead kiss, feelings of guilt, fear, guilt, feelings of cowardice, I think that's it. Let me know if I miss anything.

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Now that you thought about it, those moments of you yelling at him probably weren’t the most productive moments between the two of you. You reached out and grabbed Omega’s hand when she slipped, as the three of you made your way back to the Marauder as quickly as you could, “You okay, M?”

“Yeah, my foot just slipped.” You watched as her whole body twitched, she was nervous. You kneeled down in front of her, while Hunter took a chance to scout out the way ahead.

“Look at me sweetie,” you tucked her hair behind her ear, something you’d done numerous times. She slowly met your eyes, the two of you had gotten closer ever since you joined. In a way, she was the daughter you always wished you could’ve had. She had your love and devotion, without even a second thought. All you wanted was to protect her, and make sure she was loved and cared for, you cursed your heart. It wasn’t supposed to get attached, that was the agreement you had made when you initially went on the run, it was safer for everyone. You let out a soft sigh, as you offered her a reassuring smile, “It’s going to be okay, love. I promise.”

“I know. It’s just … do you think Crosshair is okay? What if he’s hurt?”

“M, it’ll be okay. If he’s hurt, he’s got people to look out for him. It’s us we should be worried about, we still have a myriad of stormtroopers to avoid.” She nodded, not quite able to forget about Crosshair, you pressed a kiss to her forehead, “It’ll be alright.” You held out your hand to her, “Come on, sweetie.”

Hunter hated how much his eyes kept following you, it didn’t matter that half the time, you argued with each other, or that you frustrated him so much sometimes all he wanted to do was shut you up with his lips pressed against yours. However, watching you with Omega, how motherly and kind you were to her and the others, even if you couldn’t stand him, you certainly were able to get along with everyone else. Sometimes the way you acted, reminded him of a rancor, fiercely loyal and protective of those it loved, but ready to destroy anyone who even dared to hurt you or those you loved. Maybe that’s why things had always been difficult between you two? Because he put you in danger from the word ‘go’.

He let out a sigh, whatever thoughts or desires were confusingly roaming around his heart, weren’t likely to come to fruition. You both needed to keep your distances, and focus on the one thing that mattered the most to the both of you, Omega.

“We should keep moving” he called down to you and Omega. You nodded and helped Omega up the slope.

You watched as Hunter held out his hand for Omega helping her along the way. Despite his faults, of which he had many … okay maybe not that many, maybe a few. Okay, one. He had one fault. He thought he was always right. And sometimes he was … but a lot of times, he wasn’t. However, there was one thing that always pulled at your heartstrings no matter how annoyed you two were at each other, and that was how he looked after Omega.

Everyone was asleep, as you sat in the cockpit. You tried to sleep, but running into the two sisters who were actively fighting the Empire, made you begin to question everything. Here they were putting themselves in jeopardy, to do something to help the galaxy. Meanwhile, all you’d ever done was hurt it, and now you were trying to actively hide from the Empire like a coward.

You rubbed your forehead letting out a sigh, when you heard shuffling behind you. You turned to see Hunter tucking Omega in, making sure Lula was close to her. After having to run away from Wrecker when his chip activated, you weren’t surprised to see her fall asleep as quickly as she did, the stress and adrenaline from the day definitely wearing her thin. You watched as he brushed Omega’s hair off her forehead, making sure she wasn’t having trouble sleeping. You let out a sigh, why did he have to be so sweet? Why did he have to do things that made your heart flutter?

You turned away, shutting down the feelings that were trying to brew. You closed your eyes, resting your head against the headrest. You weren’t meant for a life filled with love, sweetness, and comfort. It was never in the cards for you, and you weren’t ready for how your heart kept pulling and clenching. It was time to seriously think about leaving, you were getting too comfortable and too attached.

“You alright?”

Hunter saw how meeting the two sisters threw you, it wasn’t just them though. It was hearing Rex’s account about what happened to his brothers, the chips that were in the clones brains; then the Jedi cruiser on Bracca, or more specifically the lab on the cruiser that made you uncomfortable. Something about being in a lab made you jumpy, made you nervous, he could smell your anxiety the moment you saw the lab.

“Hmmm?” You turned to look at Hunter, not quite hearing his question.

“Are you okay?” Hunter took a seat in the chair directly behind yours, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees, his bandana covering the patch on the side of his head, as his eyes found yours.

“Why do you care?” You followed his movement leaning forward, resting your own elbows on your knees. You didn’t mean for your words to come out as rude as it sounded. It was a genuine question on your behalf, why would he care about you after all the hassle you gave him.

“You’re part of this crew, of course I’m gonna care regardless of how much you irritate me,” he smirked, “and you do irritate me.” You were thrown off by the fact he cared … the fact that anyone cared.

Hunter wasn’t blind, he could see something was bothering you, ”Butterfly, I … I don’t know what’s got you so shaken, but you can talk to me.”

“You’re better off not knowing.”

“What if I want to know?” He leaned closer, his fingers gently brushing against your own, almost by accident.

“Hunter, you can’t help me, and when you do one day find out what’s going on, you may not want me around anymore, and I’ll accept that. But not today, I - I don’t want to talk about it.”

He took a deep breath, as he reached his hand forward tucking your hair behind your ear, it always seemed to be unruly, sticking out the side of your head or clinging to your cheek, “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

“It’s not about being strong…” you leaned away from his hand, not wanting your heart to thump any harder or hope for more than it was. You let out a sigh, “Never mind, I should go rest.” You stood walking away from him burying the warm sensation in your heart deep down. As you walked past him, he reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it softly in his hand, getting you to look at him one more time.

“We’ve all done things we might not be proud of, doesn’t mean you’re alone. We’re here for you.”

You took in a deep breath as you looked at him, giving his hand a squeeze, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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Hunter Fic Sneak Peek #5

or, The Shenanigans of Family Dinner

“That does appear to be quite a number of unfortunate misunderstandings,” Tech agreed. “Anyway, remember that blossom you received in the cave?”

“Smooth transition,” Phee said with a smile.

“Apologies for any insensitivity,” he muttered, trying and failing to stifle the urge to roll his eyes. “However, Hunter is no stranger to things not going as anticipated.”

“Low blow,” Crosshair chipped in.

“Alright, well, I am sorry for your pain, Hunter. As for the blossom, Phee and I worked on deciphering its runes for quite a while, and then, to be honest, it was somewhat forgotten as we tackled a new endeavor together.”

“Is that what you’re calling it nowadays?” Echo asked with a suggestive eyebrow.

“If you are referring to intercourse,” Tech answered, unfazed, “the answer is no. We call it intercourse.”

“He really knows how to set the mood,” Phee murmured, winking at Echo as he choked on an ill-timed sip of water.

“Anyway,” Tech continued, exasperated at the repeated derailing of his train of thought. “We consulted one of the Xyloan elders, who responded to the somewhat supernatural news of its origin with virtually no surprise, and she read the message on the petals with ease.”

“And?”

“It is still somewhat cryptic, but it describes a pool here on the island that feeds into a waterfall, and if the blossom is placed into the waters and its owner bathes in the cascade below, he shall receive insight into his deepest fears or conundrums.”

“Sounds like some weird Dathomir tale,” Wrecker muttered.

“Perhaps, but the unique circumstances in which Hunter received the flower, reminiscent of our adventure on Skara Nal, suggests that there may be more to it than a simple children’s fantasy,” Tech said.

“Well? Gonna check it out?” Wrecker asked, looking at Hunter as he glowered in the corner.

hmmmm. There's a bit of a mystical air to the lovely island of Xylo, it seems.

And, if I'm honest, while the entire story focuses on Hunter and his [tumultuous] path to happy ever after, writing the family dynamics is probably one of my favorite parts. 😂

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~[SOULMATE AU/OFC] SERIES MASTERLIST

CROSSHAIR HATES THE IDEA OF EXCHANGING HIS BODY WITH HIS SOULMATE. HE'S A SOLDIER, FOR MAKERS SAKE.

ECHO'S SOULMATE THINKS SHE WONT EVER FIND THE PERSON WHOSE NAME IS MARKED ON HER SKIN;

HUNTER'S SOMEHOW A CREEPY STALKER,

WRECKER'S WEAK IN COMPARISSON TO HIS,

AND TECH IS, AS ALWAYS, THE TEACHER.

(THESE STORIES ARE ALL INDEPENDENT TO EACH OTHER)

• CROSSHAIR/OFC 💖

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• HUNTER/OFC 💖🔥

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 2

HUNTER X READER/FEM OC. Link to the Introduction and Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/738467105361494016/vagabonds?source=share

Background: Hunter and Mad bond, make love, and break shit.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

Warning: SMUT ALERT! Fingering, oral sex, intercourse, erections, arousal, sexual/sensual feelings, flirting, swearing, alcohol use, mention of deep sorrow/depression/hurt/lost love/relationship breakups/estranged parents/heavy mental baggage/ugly crying.

Word count: 3K

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Chapter 2 - Spotchka Under The Stars

Recap: Mad grabbed Hunters hand and led him through several dark winding stairways, many doorways, purposeful twists and turns that confused the sense of direction. The last door opened to a rooftop area...

...that didn’t even fit the aesthetic of Cid’s Parlor. Outdoor rugs sporting plush cushioned lounge seating, soft blankets, big throw pillows, centered around an elevated bonfire pit. Lit by strings of small lights, adding a dim ambient glow. Planters full of foliage framed the area, giving it a very natural landscape. All hidden by walls around the rooftop perimeter so as not to be seen by those looking up at ground level. A retractable awning was pulled back to reveal a clear night sky and millions of stars above Ord Mantell.

Mad walked over to the bonfire, hit a switch, and flames sprang to life. The glow and heat added yet another amazing element to the scene. Hunter stood transfixed by everything before him. Mad laughed. His mouth was hanging open, eyes wide. Adorable Laser Brain. It was already worth it, just to see the look on this man’s face.

“Here, down the hatch since your mouth hanging open.” Pulling the cork on the Spotchka and handing it to Hunter. Coming down from his momentary shock, and away from the scene around him to focus on Mad. The firelight danced off her skin, eyes, hair. Her smile now carefree with no menace. Beautiful in her genuine happiness. Hunter wanted to kiss her right now, just grab her and passionately plant one on that sassy mouth. But he didn’t want to ruin the bit of trust they had at that moment. He wanted to know more about this woman. So, he settled with a goofy smile while swigging from the bottle.

There was a large, cushioned settee, big enough for two people. Mad laid down and folded her arms under her head. The best position to look straight up to the sky and stargaze. From this position she could also regard Hunter and watch his next move.

“May I join you?” Hunter asked as he strolled over.

“I’ll allow it” Mad winked at him and grinned.

He settled in beside her. Then his comm lit up. It was Tech. Something about repairing a neighboring ship and wondering when Hunter was coming back to the Marauder. Since it wasn’t an emergency, he ignored the message. Omega would be fine with Wrecker and probably pass out watching holos. He needed this respite away from everything. Just for tonight.

“What is it?” Mad asked eyebrow raised.

“My brother pestering me. I’ll answer him later,” while switching off his comm.

He handed the bottle back to Mad. She took a sip, then candidly replied, “Tell me about your family.”

Hunter hadn’t expected that to come up. Honestly, he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from Mad at that moment. She gave off vibes of guarded flirting. This probing statement caught him off kilter.

“They are everything to me. Pretty much the only thing I have” he replied. Long silence. He wasn’t going to give much personal information away now. Crosshair’s face appeared in his mind, followed by Omega’s as she told Cross he was her brother too. The disappointed expressions on Tech, Wrecker, and Echo’s face as they turned away from Cross to board the Marauder. We never leave our own behind. Mad noticed a sudden pained micro expression from Hunter.

Mad handed the bottle back to Hunter. He took a long-drawn-out sip.

“To the Nomaadi People family is life...literally. We may be scattered among the galaxy, but our devotion is deep. If I call on my family, they will be there. The shirt off their back, food from their mouths, fight for safety's sake, with them there will always be a home. It’s not a place, it’s the people. Our creed is: By blood or chance, our family makes.”

“Sounds beautiful. You’re lucky to have such a support system to call family.” Hunter answered briefly. Unsure how much to share. This was uncharted emotional territory for him.

“We used to be a huge extended family. Not many of us left now. We are a marked people” she stroked the tattoo emblazoned on her chest lovingly. “Double edged sword. Marked as an honor to belong to The Star People. Tattooed right against our hearts. We are comprised of blood relations and non-blood's that are adopted in. A tapestry of community. And yet...marked by powerful Establishments that would eradicate us from existence for just being who we are and owning this symbol.”

Mads words made him think of all the clones he knew. A huge extended family of brothers. Yet expendable lives for the war machine. Clones were barely given respect among the wider public...less so than droids. Nobody cared if clones lived or died. They were cannon fodder, and a useful tool. Most of them now controlled by the inhibitor chip.

As the night progressed and the Spotchka flowed, they both loosened up enough to ease into earnest conversation. Mad talked about being an “independent contractor” refugee smuggler and more about her Nomaadi culture. Hunter about his brothers, sister, planets they had visited while working odd jobs for Cid. He didn’t mention being a clone or having ever belonged to the Republic. He purposely avoided that, with Mad never questioning. She probably never suspected it since he didn’t look like a Reg, nor dressed in uniform. He hated lying by omission and honestly wanted to tell her. His fear was that she would immediately get up and leave. He enjoyed her presence...and selfishly...he was lonely.

Tentatively, parenting entered the chat. He discussed Omega but omitted her role with the Kaminoans. Mad discussed Love, but omitted her offspring being force sensitive should this man narc on them for any bounty reward. Both wanting to connect but scared to risk too much for safety's sake. They talked about how much they cared for their family. How they worried about their children's safety and for the future of the galaxy in general.

By this time, it was late, and the moon above Ord Mantell was high. A slight chill was in the air, so they covered up with blankets. Mad still shivered from the cold. Hunter politely offered to snuggle for extra heat and trustingly Mad took him up on it. He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. Being that Mad and Hunter were almost identical in height, her head rested against his. They settled in together and watched the stars quietly for a time. Eventually, a shooting star sailed across the night sky.

“Make a wish, Mad”, Hunter said quietly.

Mad sighed. The night was not what she expected. It was better. This right here with Hunter, was the most she had let down her walls. The closest she had been to anyone since Love’s father. Sure, she had some flings hoping they might blossom. But any conversation was brief and impersonal. Most men were “in and out” quickly. Some even avoiding her altogether once they realized she was Nomaadi. Hunter looked past all of this. He seemed very genuine. The combination of alcohol and emotion bubbling up at this moment rushed out before she could stop it.

“I wish...to be loved. I’m so damned lonely!” The shock of it coming right out in the open. And, before she could do anything to stop it, started to cry. Through her tears she stammered, “I appreciate my kid...but sometimes it isn’t enough”.

Mad didn’t apologize for her emotional outburst. She was done with worrying about what others thought of her. Or if she was what they thought she should be. The road leading to this moment was such a long, hard one. If this man wanted to bail because she showed some human vulnerability, she didn’t kriffing need the company. If Hunter wanted to snuggle with someone baggage-free, there were plenty of escort houses open all night in Ord Mantell.

The sudden change of character had Hunter sit up on one elbow and regard Mad. Tears streaming down her face, she looked up deeply into Hunter’s eyes. Mad saw a man contemplating his own emotional baggage. Hunters' eyes looked moist in the firelight. No tears, but close. Tired lines forming on his face. She unintentionally struck a chord.

Brushing away Mad’s tears, Hunter felt a deep pang within his own heart. While he had his brothers and Omega, there was no intimate partner to share his deep feelings with. Keeping to himself, holding back so much for his family. Losing Crosshair, no longer having a homeworld, scrabbling for basic existence. Hunter understood Mad’s emotions. It was so difficult and lonely to be the rock others held onto for strength. The weight of Mad’s emotions reached out to touch his senses, while flowing together with his own. A riptide taking its toll on his controlled demeanor, pulling him out to sea.

His voice husky with emotion, Hunter spoke with difficulty while returning Mad’s deep eye contact, “I don’t know what to say...other than...for tonight...I’m here.”

With a sudden movement, Mad intensely embraced Hunter, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck. Her forehead resting against his cheek. Hunter reacted kindly by wrapping his arms around her body. The energy that raced through them in Cid’s Parlor returned with more intensity. It's warm tingle didn’t leave this time. With the embrace it stayed and made both of their bodies shiver with its power. Hunter, finally unable to hold back any longer, broke out in tears. They ran down his face and mingled with Mad’s. They held onto each other like their very lives depended on it. Crying, hitching sobs from the heart, noses running onto each other. Forming a bond of deep emotional sincerity.

The Kaminoans never prepared Hunter or his brothers for such raw emotional interaction. Brutal honesty regarding the struggle of existence. He never had to think of such things. Raised without this type of contact or context. Clones were told what to do. To execute someone else's orders. Not to consider their own emotional wants and needs. They were property of the Republic, now pawns for the Empire.

Mad had built walls since the absence of her last partner. She refused to be hurt again when he left Love and Mad alone. She mourned his absence, and the collateral damage to her child. But she never let go of the hurt and loneliness his absence left on her heart.

Mad and Hunter clung to each other, nestled together under the moon and stars of Ord Mantell. Half drunk on Spotchka, breathing in each other, and crying like newborn children. Finally, when they ran out of tears, they whispered to one another. Gentle caresses gave way to passionate kisses. They both felt the heat of sexual desire take over. “May I touch you?” Hunter asks demurely. He’s feeling very ardent but doesn’t want to overstep.

“Yes”, she snarks with a smirk. “I’m up for anything...except anal.”

Hunters' expression is full stop shocked while his penis immediately pokes Mad’s thigh HARD.

"Feels like HE’S totally on board.”

Hunter chuckles “Not used to a partner that's so...frank.”

“I’m not one for holding back” and with that Mad flipped Hunter onto his back and straddled him.

Hunter ran his hands up Mads thighs and growled. One hand slid to her inner thigh and brought his fingertips to her center. Then he started applying firm pressure and making lazy circles, rubbing her clitoris through her pants. She shuddered. Mad caught his other hand and brought it up to her face. He gently stroked her cheek with his open palm as she brought it to her mouth to kiss. From there she inserted his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. Her tongue tickled the base of his thumb while it was in her mouth.

Mad paused, pulled Hunter’s thumb out of her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. An unspoken promise of what she could do to him. This accentuated by grinding her hips against his swollen crotch. All done with intense unbroken eye contact.

“You First, Mesh’la.” Pulling his hand out of her grasp, Hunter started undoing her pants. Mad helped him slide them and her underwear off together. He could smell her full arousal. Mad then took off her shirt and threw it showily behind her. Large breasts bare and nipples hard with the chilly air. Hunter’s erection ached.

He grabbed Mad’s hips and dragged her to his mouth, burying his face into her crotch. She inhaled quickly and moaned as he sucked and flicked his tongue over her clit. He firmly held her hips down onto his face, groaning and growling like a wild creature. Occasionally he would shake his head side to side under her with wild abandon.

It didn’t take long for Mad to orgasm. As the wave of her climax washed over, she arched her back and took in the stars of Ord Mantel right before her eyes rolled back into her head. She cried out. Delicious aftershocks jerked her hips.

Hunter, fully enjoying the show asked, “More?”

“MORE!”

Hunter obliged happily. More licking, sucking, growling. Bringing her to another orgasm. Then another. Her refractory time was indeed short and since she wasn’t saying no, he kept on going. He was quite enjoying watching Mad lose her composure over and over again.

Eventually...” Oh, Maker...Hunter...” she was breathless and swooning. “I can’t anymore! My legs are weak.” She laughed while panting. He had tongue fucked her so much, she literally could not move her body off his face.

Amused, Hunter lifted her off him and set her down. He helped Mad lay back as she was now a shaking, wet mess. She lay back catching her breath. Off went Hunter’s shirt and pants. The potted plants were covered in their clothing. Then he pulled the covers and himself onto Mad. Before he went to nuzzle her, Hunter grabbed another blanket off the chair next to them and wiped his coated face off on it.

“Classy there, Hunky” Mad teased.

“Might save this for Cid. Drape it over her office chair for a surprise. She’s been such a bitch to me and the rest of the Batch.”

“Hey! Keep my bodily fluids out of it. You really should just wipe your ass on it. Seems more fitting.”

They both erupted in laughter. Then passionately kissed. Hunter nuzzled Mad’s neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. He traveled around and down kissing her chest. On the way, he made sure to give a full loving lippy kiss to her Nomaadi tattoo. In his mind, he sent intension to whatever Force or Ancestors were out there: From my lips to your ears. Take care of this woman, her children, and her family. They deserve to be happy. SOMEBODY DESERVES TO BE HAPPY!

Hunter settled on Mad’s breasts, nuzzling between them. Groaning as he breathed in the scent of her skin...and her perfume. Something akin to dark blooming flowers and amber. Sweet, warm, and musky. It drove him wild. He reached down, grabbing his swollen member, and stroked it gently. His cock was leaking and wet.

Mad ran her fingers through Hunters dark curly locks as he licked her nipples. Then he nibbled them. He let go of himself and cupped one breast while lovingly caressing her curves with the other. He was slowly...methodically making his way to the inside of Mad’s thighs.

Hunter looked up at Mad and exclaimed with heated desire, “Oh ner kar'taylir darasuum, oh ner kar'ta! (Mando’a: “My love, my heart.”)

Mad answered breathlessly back in Nomaadi: “My heart, my love.”

Mad snatched off Hunter’s bandana and tossed it with the rest of their clothing. His curls spilled out. She grabbed handfuls of them. They were so soft. The feeling of his hair, his touches, kisses, his scent, the Spotchka, night air, fire, stars, her lust, all blended in total sensory euphoria.

Hunter stroked Mad’s Mound of Venus and she pulled him back up for a long, deep, soul kiss.

Then she pulled away and leered at him “I want to taste you.”

Hunter smiled and obliged. He laid back and relaxed on the settee. Mad leaned over Hunter and rested her ample breasts on his lap, framing his stiffened cock. She then gently teased the head with her tongue. Small wet circles, flicking her tongue on his frenulum, that intensely passionate gaze up at him while he gazed down at her. He was starting to lose his composure. Not wanting to cum too soon, he looked up above at the stars.

Everything right now was amazing to Hunter: The stars, this woman, the heat of their lovemaking. It had been so long since he felt this alive. Like the air crackled with energy. A lot of this was his enhanced senses, but a lot of it was...something he couldn’t explain. Something wonderful.

Mad’s ministrations on Hunter’s cock became intense. She was really enjoying what she was doing to him. He felt and tasted amazing. She enjoyed listening to his heavy breathing and groans. It made her feel powerful to be able to make a partner react like this. To bring someone such joy.

“I...can’t hold it together much longer” Hunter gasped. “Is this how you want me to finish? Or do you want me inside you?

“I want to hold you and kiss you when you cum”

“Are you...do you need any...protection?” Hunter momentarily felt guilty he hadn’t asked sooner and certainly didn’t want to kill the mood.

“No...I haven’t been fertile for...awhile now.” Mad inwardly cringed. How can you say, hey I started menopause early...without it sounding so unsexy? “The kitchens been closed” she giggled self-consciously.

Hunter chuckled and pulled Mad up to embrace her. They kissed passionately, running fingers through hair, nibbling lips, earlobes, necks. Ardently stroking each other's back.

Their lovemaking ramped up as they both fought for top. Neither willing to concede bottom. Rolling back and forth on the lounger, making it rock wildly. Whomever was in the apartment below The Oasis was NOT getting any peaceful sleep tonight. Finally, they settled with Hunter sitting up and Mad straddled him. She slowly lowered herself down upon his length. They both shivered as he slipped into her warmth. Mad held Hunter still and without moving, worked her pelvic muscles around his cock. He gasped in surprise. Then she slowly undulated her pelvis up and down, side to side. Her hips were dancing while he was inside her. It was more than he could stand to not explode.

“Uhhh...Mesh’la...kriff...”

"Mmmmm..." Mad smiled, eyes heavy lidded in the throes of ecstasy. Starting to shudder, pressure and heat building inside of her. Hunter grabbed her hips. They held onto each other and rocked in unison. Their breathing heavy, punctuated by growls, gasps, sighs.

Both Mad and Hunter were overtaken by the returning feeling experienced earlier, like a tidal wave forming within them. Rising up, up through their bodies, cresting, and crashing with intense emotion and sensory feeling as they both climaxed together. It was an almost out of body experience. Neither was aware of how loud their screams of orgasm were. They finished hot, sweaty, exhausted and panting. Hunter lovingly stroked Mad’s face. They held onto each other, forehead’s touching, relishing the afterglow.

The moment was interrupted by a drunken voice.

“DAMN! Somebodies havin’ a bangin’ time up there!!! Hee, hee. WOOOoooOOOooo...”

Neither one spoke as they tried to catch their breath. Hunter and Mad just stared with shocked eyes at one another.

“Ya woke me up. Imma movin’ somewhere else to give ya’s some privacy.” SOMEONE had passed out against the building on the street. They could hear cackling and amused mumbling as he wandered away.

Both relieved that they were now TRULY alone, relaxed in the afterglow. The stars twinkled overhead as Mad laid comfortably upon Hunter, embracing each other. As Mad opened her mouth to speak, they both heard a loud CRACK!

The wooden settee collapsed, having broken in several places, dumping them both onto the rug underneath.

Hunter and Mad laid there shocked for a few seconds.

“FUCK! Cid’s going to have my ass for this!!!”

Mad howled in maniacal laughter.

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One shot - Sargent Hunter

“It’s better this way” Part Two

Link to Part one here.

So we can argue that 'The Love You Want' and 'Blood Sport' by Sleep Token inspired this. If you haven't, give them a listen and think about it from Hunter's POV. Also I'm going to throw a name in but feel free to read it as whoever you want. This will be a few parts and end happy I promise! Probably going to be some cute romantic smut so please stick around!

Warnings:

18+, heartbreak, eventual smut, (I'm bad at warnings let me know if I missed anything) mentions of unintentional self harm? Female character/reader.

Summary:

(Part One) Relationships during wartime are tough...you'd know that better than anyone. Being a Mandalorian, you has been asked to train clones on Kamino. It just felt like the right thing to do, and what confirmed that for you was the moment the handsome Sargent had his eyes on you. Eventually letting him get to know you, you felt deep and hard for the man, but the reality of the war was forever in the back of your mind....

(Part Two) Tech gives you a small piece of his mind. And running into Crosshair turns into a shocking slap in the face for our Mandalorian. Will she be smart enough to take their advice and apologize to the man of her dreams?

The rest of the day goes off without a hitch and with my last class finished, I can finally make my way to my room. As the door slides open, solitude welcomes me with it's cold embrace. Muscle memory takes over and I strip off my clothes, getting into something more comfortable before crawling into bed. The bed that was shared so many times by the warmth of a softly snoring Sargent, now cold and silent. For a moment, I regret my decision and the temptation of racing down the hall to where I know he's likely laying wide awake due to Wrecker's obnoxious snoring - no I chose this, and it was the right thing to do...no distractions for him and no fear of losing him for me.

Unfortunately sleep never comes, I lay awake staring at the ceiling feeling absolutely numb all while justifying my actions to myself. Glancing over at my clock, it's time to get around for the day. After completing my morning routine, I decide to make a quick stop at the med bay like Tech requested.

Before heading inside, I take a deep breath and choose to act as if nothing is out of the ordinary - it's time to move on. I step through the door and see Tech typing away on his datapad. "Hey" I say offering a warm smile, but he doesn't even look up. Which if I was anyone else would make sense, but Tech has always given me his undivided attention. "Kamino to Tech?" He finally moves, setting down his datapad and begins gathering supplies to change my bandage but doesn't say a word.

Choosing not to poke the massiff, I quietly head over to the exam table and sit on it. He offers me his hand which is his way of asking permission to treat my wound. I give him my hand, palm up and watch as he gently undoes the bandage he did yesterday. He gives it a once over and pushes his goggles back up on his nose, "it appears to be healing just fine." The statement comes out cold and emotionless, which sends a shiver down my spine.

As he applies something to my hand and begins to rewrap it, I search for words. "Tech...I—" His sigh tells me everything I need to know. It's not just Hunter I hurt....

"I have had time to think over what you said yesterday and I believe you have made a poor calculation" As he finishes his statement, I get a really good look at him. His face has a hint red - which only happens when he's flustered - and he once again pushes his goggles back up on his nose before finishing his work. A pit forms in my stomach, devouring any hope of pretending like everything is okay.

"Tech" my voice is betrays me causing him to finally look me in the face. The minute our eyes lock, his are cold and unfamiliar - he's more vexed than he's letting on.

"Did you ever stop to consider the fact that you are one of the reasons he fights so hard to make sure we make it home?"

His words swirl around in my head, making me feel dizzy. I genuinely had not thought about it that way, I was too caught up in the fact that he could die out there and I'd be left here to pick up the pieces to consider him. My ancestors would be so ashamed...I'm supposed to be a strong warrior and yet here I am, choosing not to fight. Rolling over and giving up my family just to preserve my sanity? How selfish... silence fills the room, a long pause before Tech's good-hearted words hit me. My pride is so damaged, my mouth drops open as if to speak but no sound comes out.

"I may not be the best person to give this kind of advice however, you have failed to consider all of the facts before making your conclusion." He pauses for a moment a faint twinkle of a smile appears on his face, before he turns back to his datapad.

Swallowing hard, I finally find the ability to speak, "I love him so much it hurts." I stop, hearing myself say that out loud for the first time hits me like a durasteel wall. We've never said those words to one another and thanks to me, probably never will. Tech glances up as me with a blank expression.

"And I don't want to be left behind in a galaxy without him."

He sighs, dropping his hands and datapad into his lap, "You complete Hunter, and I do urge you to rethink on your decision."

I stand there, eyes wandering the room, and brain working over time trying to process everything that has been spoken. Tech lets out a deep sigh once more before turning his full attention to his datapad. Since he’s now fully engrossed in whatever it is he is doing, I decided it’s best to wander and consider his words.

Without a word, I get up and head out the door making my way down the hallway. I can't help but feel like the lights are brighter than normal. It's almost as if they are shining a spotlight on my failure. Tech's words are still swirling around in my head and before I know it I'm so deep in thought I had not been playing attention to where my feet were carrying me. I stop in front of the door I've walked through so many times. A wave of memories hits me and I can almost hear my laugh as Hunter tells me about something Wrecker did during one of their training sessions. We would always walk back to their shared quarters together and he would fill me in, asking for my tactical opinion.

The door sliding open pulls me from my thoughts. Crosshair stands infront of me with an annoyed expression. He sighs, flipping the toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

"You're blocking the doorway."

"Oh right, Sorry..." I step out of his way and he exits, the door sliding shut behind him. He walks past me in silence and starts to head down the hall before stopping and turning around.

"Marauder."

My head snaps his direction, "What?"

Another annoyed sigh "Hunter."

"I wasn't—"

He cuts me off with a scoff, "Right."

Crosshair and I have always had an interesting relationship, he treats me more like an annoying little sister. In his defense, I do usually enjoy pushing his buttons like one. Although it kind of seems like he wants to say more, as he’s still standing here starting at me.

“What?” I snap, my tone more annoyed than I intended.

He eyes me up and down in a challenging way - typical Crosshair - “I’m just surprised is all. You gave up on him so easily. And here I thought you were as tough as they say.”

Ouch. His words sting like a hot iron pressed into my skin. We always joked around with one another on a more crude level but I knew he never really meant it, or at least I was pretty sure he didn’t. After the statement he just made though, I know he never meant it. His tone was more harsh, and laced with venom intended to harm.

Without another word he takes the toothpick out of his mouth before sliding his helmet on, heading down the hall to Maker knows where. I stand there and watch as he disappears around the corner. Suddenly, I find myself full of anger. Anger at myself for being so stupid.

Letting out a angry cry, I slam my fist into the wall - not hard enough to do damage but hard enough the sound echos down the hall. A couple of Clone Troopers poke their heads around the corner to see where it came from. I give them a look before spinning on my heel, and heading in the direction of the platform that the Marauder calls home.

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