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You want a Hunter request? I gotchu ;D

How about some angst to fluff....Hunter reacts to seeing reader in a wedding dress? Whether or not it is for a mission is up to you :D I saw some react prompts lately and was like ohhh. Perhaps playing dress up with Omega? I dunno.

Did you say... WEDDING DRESS??? 🤩🤩🤩🤩askfidich this request is too cute!!!!

This one shot does not contain spoilers for Season Two. Please do not discuss spoilers in reblogs/comments.

Notes: No warnings, just fluff. First kiss, You make Hunter's heart go doki doki. Divider by @saradika

Sweet Nothings (Sergeant Hunter x fem!Reader)

Hunter was being incredibly patient for a man so tired. You had offered to take Omega out on a shopping trip specifically to get her out of his hair, but when he offered to come with you, Omega refused to let him back out. So now he sat slouched on the bench in front of the dressing rooms, waiting for you and Omega to show off your latest finds from what passed as a dress store on Ord Mantell.

"Can I get some help, please?" Omega asked.

"Everything alright?" Hunter tried his best to not sound panicked as he leaped to Omega's aid. You giggled, in your own dressing room stall, hearing the cacophony of your purchases falling off his lap and onto the floor.

"I can't reach the zipper on the back," she said. You pulled on the dress Omega had chosen for you, listening for the telltale zip of Hunter pulling Omega's zipper closed.

"Osik," He hissed in frustration.

"Language!" Omega scolded loudly.

"Sorry," Hunter apologized abashedly, and you smirked to yourself. You had almost brought your own dress fitting to a standstill, listening to Hunter and Omega.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah, kid?" he gave another frustrated grunt as he dealt with the zipper.

"Thanks for coming with us."

"No problem, kid." Your heart melted at the gentle tone he took with Omega, despite his current irritation with her clothes.

"Aha!" Hunter sounded proud with himself as the dress finally zipped closed.

Omega squealed with delight. "Thank you Hunter!"

There was a rushing of feet, and then a pounding on your dressing room door. You quickly zipped up your own dress so that you could answer.

"Look at this one!" Omega said, spinning around.

It was a magical bright blue dress, layered with glitter and tulle so that she sparkled when she spun for you.

"Omega you look amazing!" You told her. Taking her hand, you led her in another spin.

Omega's laughter rang though the dressing rooms, "Hunter, what do you think?" She asked, lifting the skirt in a curtsey.

You looked at Hunter expectantly, but instead of looking at Omega, he was looking right back at you.

He mumbled something unintelligible, and when Omega prompted him to speak up he shook his head.

"You look amazing, kid. You think you'll get this one?" Was that just a hint of hope in his tone?

Omega placed both hands on her hips and faced the mirror, carefully discerning her appearance with her bottom lip jutting out.

"I'm not sure. I still have a couple more to try on."

She flounced back into her dressing room and shut the door. Hunter, to his credit, gallantly tried not to groan.

"Seriously, Hunter, thank you for coming with us. The extra eye is...helpful." You inwardly cursed that was all you could thank him for.

"Well, I'm glad I can help," He folded his arms, keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.

"What're you wearing? I've never seen a dress like that before."

"Oh!" You flushed and ran your hands over the lace and silk woven together, "Um...it's a wedding dress," You knew you mumbled it, but Hunter heard it all the same.

"I know, it's lacey and poofy and it looks stupid, and I'm not even dating anyone but it looked absolutely stunning and Omega said I should try it on, so-"

"You look gorgeous." Hunter interrupted you abruptly.

You had to stand still for a moment, and take it in.

"Thank you," You said softly. And turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

Living on the run for the past few years didn't exactly equate to wearing ballgowns all the time. You felt out of place in the layers of tulle that made up the poofy skirt, but as Hunter moved your things out of the way to let you get a good look at yourself you started to see a bit of what he could see

"Yeah, you're gorgeous," Hunter said, sounding so confident that you could actually believe it. He smiled at you in the mirror's reflection, and you had to look away. If you kept eye contact with him for too much longer, you were going to melt through the floor.

"Are you going to get it?" He asked.

You shook your head, gathering the skirts into your arms, "Heavens no. This is highly inappropriate for any kind of undercover mission, and much to expensive." You marched back into the dressing room, intent on changing into one of the sleek gowns you had selected for the occasion.

Hunter merely shrugged, "You could always save it for later."

You froze again. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"Hunter! I need help with the zipper again!" Omega threw open the door to her dressing room, halfway out of her dress with limited flexibility.

"I'm on it, kid."

You closed the door to get changing, but you couldn't stop thinking about what Hunter had just said to you. You liked Hunter a lot, but living on the run from the Empire just didn't afford luxuries like falling in love. You'd been trying to have a shopping trip like this with Omega for ages, and the only reason you were actually able to get away was because your latest assignment from Cid was going to require such measures as a revealing, slinky dress.

And then there was Hunter himself. He was always so stressed, so tired, a relationship had to be the last thing on his mind, particularly when it came to taking care of Omega. You thought back to those single-dad holofilms that were always playing on the Holomark channel and how much you absolutely adored them, but pushed them from your mind. This wasn't a holofilm; this was real life.

"What's a wedding dress?" Omega talked quietly. Perhaps she didn't know just how lacking the dressing rooms were in soundproofing. You halted your racing thoughts to listen intently.

"Well, um, a wedding is when two people, two adults," Hunter clarified, "who love each other very much, decide that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. So they have a celebration, and people usually wear a white dress."

"Can I wear a wedding dress when I have a wedding?" Omega asked.

"Absolutely. Whatever you want, ad'ika," Hunter chuckled.

"Will you wear a wedding dress when you get married?" Omega asked innocently.

Hunter sighed. "I don't know if I ever will get married, kid."

You clutched at the fabric of your skirt to resist gasping or making any noise that would give you away. But Hunter's enhanced hearing had to pick up everything. So much for that fantasy.

"Why not?" Omega persisted, dress shopping forgotten.

"I just- I don't know, kid."

"Don't you have anyone that you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"Well..." Hunter sighed, "It's complicated."

"More complicated than fighting the Empire?" For all of Omega's innocence, it was hard to forget everything she'd seen in her short lifetime.

Hunter chuckled at that, "Well, there is someone..." He tried to whisper, but wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"Do we know them?" Omega was even worse at it.

"Yes, yes you do."

Omega giggled, "Then ask them!"

"It's not that simple, kid."

"You're no fun." Omega humphed, "You should at least try!"

"Okay, okay, change out of that dress already," Hunter teased her, shutting the door to let her change in peace.

"You never said that you wouldn't!" Omega reminded him.

You bit your lip so hard it bled. Did you dare hope that you were the person Hunter thought about marrying? Someday? In the not-to-distant future?

Only one way to find out.

You opened the door just a crack. He was diligently picking up your things that had been knocked over, placing perfumes and makeup pallettes back in their proper bags, even folding up the jacket Omega had been desperate to buy.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah?"

You made sure you didn't have any hair caught in the top of your zipper.

"Can you get the zipper started for me? I can't quite reach it."

He didn't even hesitate. You felt the skirts bunching against the back of your legs as he stepped within reach, deftly grasping the tiny thing that passed as a zipper on such an elegant gown.

You could feel it brushing down your neck to the top of your back.

"There," He said, a traitorous trembling in his voice, "That should get you started."

"Thanks," You said, air thinning in your lungs. He wasn't leaving. Not that you wanted him to. You could feel his breath on your neck and you were desperate to feel more. More of him, like his arm on your waist or his hand in yours; you were desperate to feel this close to him, as often as you could.

"Cyar'ika, sweetheart, I-"

"I have something I wanted to say," You interrupted and turned to face him, but he was much closer than you expected.

You were so surprised to come nose-to-nose with him that you stumbled back, tripping on the skirt of the dress. And then, just as you had dreamed, his arm shot out and wrapped around your waist, holding you upright. You could feel his fingers digging in the back of the dress, pulling it closed as he tried to hold you upright.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine," Your arms were trapped between your torso and his, leaving you no place to rest them but against his chest.

Hunter took a deep breath, "So, what was it you wanted to say?"

You gulped a mouthful of fresh air, but hardly any of it reached your lungs.

"I-I, I wanted to say...I just...I-"

Hunter said nothing, waiting patiently as you stumbled over your words, but his face was getting closer, eyes half-lidded, but still glistening in the dim light of your stall. Oh those eyes. You could get lost in those eyes.

You didn't know what else to say except, "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," He begged.

You raised your fingertips to tilt his chin just a bit farther so that his lips met yours.

His lips were soft, if a bit chapped. With how nervous you were, yours were a bit dry as well, but that seemed to be the only downside of the kiss. As far as you were concerned with your own personal experience, Hunter was the perfect kisser. Gentle, but firm. Not pushing too far, but braving the waters where you let him. After a moment or two, you leaned back, and Hunter let you. He simply asked for you to stay by nudging his forehead against yours, allowing you to breathe in his closeness as you stroked the stubble on his chin.

"I never thought about the stubble."

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Whenever I imagined kissing you..." You flushed as you realized the implications of that statement, "...I never thought of how the stubble would feel."

"Is it a bad feeling, or a good feeling?" He asked, "Because if it's bad, I'll just shave."

"Don't you dare," You warned him playfully, "It's a good feeling."

"Good." He pulled you upright, zipping the dress closed again.

"You're thinking that far ahead already?" You asked, tapping his cheek, "You're more scandalous than I thought."

"I think we're gonna have to get you this one, mesh'la," he said.

He turned to kiss your fingertip, catching you completely by surprise.

"You should see yourself in the mirror," Hunter steered you around to face the mirror on the back of the door, this time with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. Posed like this, you felt every bit the gorgeous he told you that you were. You could almost imagine him in a dark suit. Burgundy, definitely, not something as boring as plain black. And with his hair pulled back in a partial ponytail, you would never make him get rid of the bandana completely, even on his wedding day.

"You're breathtaking, cyar'ika," he whispered in earnest, "I'd fight an arena full of nexus to see you look this happy all the time."

You had no words to respond to that. How could you? What could compare to this confession he'd just made to you?

"I...I can't wear this undercover though," You stammered out.

"But you look so pretty!" Omega interrupted.

You gave a jolt in Hunter's arms, though you shouldn't have been so nervous about being found out.

"When's the wedding?" She beamed up at Hunter. She was wearing a red dress now. Not as floofy as the other dress she'd shown off, but still beautiful.

Hunter kept one arm around your waist, ruffling a hand through Omega's hair. "Not for a long time, kid."

Omega marched back into her dressing room, pouting, and you couldn't help the laugh at her outburst.

"Well," Hunter sighed, "I guess I need to find a suit to go with your dress, huh? Can't have anyone thinking you're not taken."

"Am I taken?" You asked him.

Hunter kissed your cheek, and murmured against your skin, "If you let me, cyar'ika, I'd be the happiest man in the galaxy.

You thought for a moment, swaying back and forth in his arms, "Now how can I refuse an offer like that?"

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