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Not Ready - Part Four

Summary: You come across someone unexpected, plans change. You make a decision that will affect everyone.

A/N: Hello lovelies,

Final part is here. I hope you all enjoy.

Love oo.

Italics - flashback

Warnings: Angst, deaths (canon), sacrifice, fluff, tears, fear, forehead kiss, feelings of guilt, fear, kiss, I think that's it. Let me know if I miss anything.

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As the path towards the Marauder became steeper Hunter did his best to help Omega along, also reaching out to help you up along the dangerous path. You were hesitant at first when he held out his hand to you, but as soon as your hand touched his - - there was a feeling of warmth and acceptance, it almost overwhelmed you how comfortable and right it felt to be holding his gloved hand.

Despite how much he wanted to keep holding your hand, Hunter focused on leading the way, keeping both you and Omega behind him.

It was almost an hour later when all three of you finally reached the hang. He froze as soon he peered over the hangar’s ledge, you could tell from the way his back tensed, something was wrong.

The both of you slowly moved along the ledge to stand alongside him, as all three of you peered over the hangar’s ledge, your heart dropped as a cold sensation crawled up your spine at what you were seeing.

“That’s not good.” You whispered, your eyes meeting Hunter’s visor, your hand went to the blaster on your thigh, as you focused back on the hangar, making sure to take in the carnage before all of you.

You counted at least eight stormtroopers on the floor, dead from what you could estimate.

“What happened to them?” Omega asked her voice low, matching your own, as she looked around the hangar.

“Someone’s here” Hunter stated as he slowly lifted himself, he helped Omega up to the hangar level first, then he reached out his hand to you, guiding you up as well.

Obviously, this wasn’t the time to be having these sorts of realization, but oftentimes when lightning strikes it does so without warning, and it was at this moment when you realized, you didn’t want to ever let his hand go; despite the fact you slipped your hand out of his.

As you looked around, a sickening feeling settled in your stomach. You kneeled down and checked one of the downed troopers, the blaster shot, and the way they were killed ringing a familiarity with you.

“This wasn’t the scrappers’ handiwork,” you mumbled.

“Wasn’t much work.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard that familiar accent, your eyes slowly drifted up at the bounty hunter leaning against the entrance to the Marauder, you couldn’t see his face but you didn’t have to, you’d know that hat and voice anywhere. You straightened yourself, standing in front of Omega, Hunter shifted in front of the both of you, doing his best to protect you both.

“Omega. Get behind me.” It was all he said as he took a defensive stance, his hand hovering by his blaster. If you all weren’t in danger, you would’ve taken the time to appreciate the view, without him knowing.

However, the last thing you wanted was for Omega to lose Hunter, and that’s what would’ve happened if he faced the bounty hunter. You closed your eyes, and resolved to do the one thing you avoided for so long.

“Cad Bane” you called out to him, moving to stand in front of Hunter and Omega.

“Butterfly…” Hunter’s voice was low as he called out to you, you held out your hand to both him and Omega, telling them to stay put.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite slippery bounty. Long time, Butterfly.”

You took a shuddering breath nodding to his statement, “Who hired you?”

“Butterfly, you of all people know, that’s confidential information. Now hand her over. “

“She’s with us, and she’s not going anywhere.” Hunter defended, you turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes and shaking your head subtly.

“That’s unfortunate … for you” Cad moved his hand to his blaster. He was barely 30 feet in front of you. There was no doubt in your mind what his next move was, and you knew him too well to doubt his actions.

“Wait!” You held out your hands to Cad, you wanted to do what you could to protect Omega, you didn’t want her to have a life where she had to be looking over her shoulder, like you were, “Take me instead!”

“What are you doing?” Hunter growled out.

“Butterfly…” Omega’s voice was soft and full of fear.

“Bane, you know I’m more valuable than she is. I was the bounty that got away, right? Let’s make it right. Right here. It’s me they want anyways, you know it, and I know it.”

“What are you talking about?” Hunter asked, growing more concerned about what you were about to do.

“Cad, you know a genetic scientist on the run from the Empire is always worth more than a little girl. Come on Cad, it’s a good trade. Prove to everyone else you’re not just a kidnapper of children.”

Hunter had enough, he grabbed your arm and spun you around, “What the hell are you doing? I’m not losing either of you.”

You took a shuddering breath as you gently pressed your hand against his helmeted cheek, “I … I did something unforgivable, Hunter; and if this can help save her ... I have to try. Allow me to make up for my past mistakes, please…”

Before Hunter could even answer you, Cad agreed.

“You got yourself a deal, darlin’. But I don’t have all day. We have a schedule to keep.”

“Alright just … five minutes. Just give me five minutes, please” you looked at Cad pulling your hand away from Hunter’s helmeted cheek. Bane simply narrowed his eyes but nodded reluctantly.

You took in a deep breath, and gave a quick nod, focusing back on Hunter and Omega, “I used to be a scientist on Coruscant. One of my assignments was seeing if I could transfer M-cells into a person who has no M-count.”

“What’s an M-cell?” Omega asked.

“I don’t have time to go into it, but Tech can explain. Long story short, I figured out a way to artificially give some the ability to be force sensitive, but when I realized how big of a mistake I made it was too late. I did the only thing I could, I destroyed all my research and samples. Burned down the lab in fact. I’ve been on the run ever since.”

You wished you could explain in more detail, you wished you could tell them you weren’t a bad person, you simply had been blinded by the science of everything. You wish you had more time to spend with Omega, and to have one last meaningful conversation with Hunter. However, Bane was a stickler for a time, the longer you took the more his patience was wearing thin.

You kneeled down, and looked Omega in the eyes, “I’ve done a lot of things wrong, M. A lot. Let me do one thing right. Let me give you a future.” You pressed a kiss to Omega’s forehead lingering as you held her close, “Thank you for inviting me into your family. It was nice to feel wanted.” You pulled Omega into a tight hug, “Look after your brothers, keep practicing with Vala.”

You moved away from her not wanting to see the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. You took a shuddering breath, as you stood face-to-face with Hunter, cupping his helmeted cheeks.

“I told you it was better if you didn’t know.”

“Don’t do this,” his hands rested on your shoulders, “we can figure something out, just … don’t - don’t go…”

You smiled as you tilted your head, pressing a kiss to his helmet where his mouth would be, “Don’t let her feel guilt over this, it’s no one’s fault. It’s my decision.”

You walked away from them, your hand lingering for as long as it could as it glided down Hunter’s arm, until all you could feel was the tip of his fingers before you let go completely, not looking back.

Hunter watched as the bounty hunter clamped cuffs on you, his heart broke, all this time, all the arguing and he just realized how much you truly meant to him, how much he needed you by his side.

“NO! You can’t take her!” He pulled out his blaster, but as fast as Hunter was, Bane was faster.

Before you even registered what happened, all you could see was Hunter on the ground, as smoke rose from his chest.

You and Omega screamed for Hunter, you kept screaming and watching as Bane dragged you away, leaving Omega alone as she shook Hunter repeatedly, calling his name with desperation as she tried to wake him up.

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hello hello friend, i have a writing request!

can i get a commander mayday x reader? something along the lines of reuniting after him surviving barton 4, just some fluffy fluff (and maybe a little angst sprinkled in if you feel its necessary hehe)

much love <3

Hey there! Interesting request, we don't see much of Mayday round here but I totally get the appeal!

Obviously some changes to the show, but all for us to enjoy ;)

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"COLD WITHOUT YOU"

SW REQUESTS –MAYDAY/(GN)READER 📩💔💖

WARNINGS: FROSTBITE&INJURY, OTHERWISE FLUFF.

It is a cold day in Barton IV; and that is saying a lot, considering the ever present freezing air on the almost desolate planet currently ruled by the Galactic Empire. You are somewhat of a nomad, having left the troubles of your past life behind; living a mostly solitary life in the mountains. It isn't the most comfortable of lifes; but you appreciate the peace and quietness that blankets your little home cavern after so much pain and destruction.

You step inside your home, instantly feeling physically better. The cave you live in shields you perfectly from the howling wind; and once you lit up a small fire in your humble living room of sorts, the temperature rises slowly but steadily. Today has been one of those days where the cold seems to slip it's thin fingers inside your clothes; leaving them humid and sticking them to your skin.

You disrobe and change to an entirely new set of clothes. You're shaking while you do so; but soon you're dressed with a dry set and you sigh in relief, sitting down next to the fire and pulling your socks off, smiling at the warming heat inches away from your frozen toes. It feels like heaven, such a small thing.

You stay close to the fire for some minutes, warming up. Once the tingling sensation has reduced and your skin and muscles feels something akin to normal, you reach over to your vault and take a pack of rations out.

"Cheers, Mayday" you joke out loud, and take your first bite into it.

It's not your everyday dinner; not you're favourite. You're pretty self-dependant. You know how to hunt your food –wether it's edible plants and fruits, or a small or large mammals–. Birds are more difficult to catch –unless they're injured–; but you've definitively had them more than once too. Hell, you've even had lizards and other small reptiles for lunch. However, when the temperatures are extremely cold and you aren't as lucky as to find much of a prey, you always have Mayday's extra rations. That's actually how the two of you met; he was scanning the perimeter of his base, once, and you were inmerse on the hunt. He watched you kill a mountain cat; and made a comment about that being a good ammount of food for two. You had been shocked by his presence and his suggestion; but loneliness had started to pull on the strings of your heart back then, and you had nodded dumbly. That night you had shared your first dinner and the warmth of your bodies; and the rest was history.

In present time, you go to sleep with a tired but soft smile on your face.

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Hours later, you wake up with shuffling steps and grunts right outside your cave. You instantly frown and grab your blade, standing up quietly and slithering towards the entrance in alert. It sounds human, so your first instint is to think of Mayday; but there's more than one set of wobbly steps, and he would never bring visitors unannounced. No, it's definitively a stranger.

You see him first. He's tall and skinny; you can see that even with his armour on. It's different than those you've seen before as well; almost black, and paiting a dark contrast against the white of the snow behind him. He's got a riffle attached to his back and a visor on his helmet; some sort of sniper. He's covered in snow, shaking visibly; his companion too, who has to be almost dragged inside in order to...

"M-mayday?" You stutter, freezing on the spot and lowering your blade, abandoning your agressive possition instantly.

"W-we're going to n-need some... help..." the stranger grunts, teeth clashing violently against each other, and you spring into action, quickly standing at your partner's other side and holding some of his weight.

The three of you stumble inside; and collapse near the fire.

You're frenetically checking him inmediately. You rip his helmet of; for once having no care where it lands while you cup his face trying to get his attention and then take his pulse when he barely responds. It's faint but it's there.

"What happened?" You question the stranger in pannick.

You quickly work on taking his armour off; piling it up fast and methodically at your side. You feel the stranger studying you, but you don't even glance at him. Mayday is all that matters now.

"Avalanche" he answers, voice raspy "he hit his head. The most worrying thing now is the frostbite, though. I'd take a look at his feet if I were you".

You nod in understanding.

You're both silent for the next handful of minutes; while you leave Mayday in just his underware before covering him with one thick blanket after another. You take up some heating packs of your vault too; breaking the sticks and pushing them under the blankets so he warms up even faster. You throw some other things at the stranger too; hear him change as well in the silence of your home.

Mayday's still shivering half an hour later. His skin still looks dangerously red and blue; body trembling in his unconsciousness. You've already pushed him close to the fire, used some heat sticks, changed his wet clothes and covered him in blankets. There's only so much you can do.

Without worrying on the other soldier seing you half naked, you take your clothes off, and cuddle up close to Mayday inside his refuge of blankets. He's so cold it makes you wince and tremble; but you clench your jaw and stubbornly press your whole body against him. He needs you, and the cold isn't going to stop you. Mayday mumbles and you soothe him with a caress and a Keldabe kiss.

"You better not try anything or you'll end up dead" you warn the soldier, who's still looking at the both of you, either from mistrust or surprise.

"Won't" you hear him grumble, shakily. "You're my best chance of survival. Besides, I owe him".

You only desperately wish Mayday survives the night as well.

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You wake up with your man mumbling incoherent words and pressing further into you, cold –but normal cold– nose hiding on the curve of your neck. You blink sleeply, and scan him instantly; a relieved sigh escaping your lips at the feeling of his no longer alarming body temperature stealing some of yours.

Your hands come up to cup his face; brushing his long disheveled hair aside and staring at him with raw adoration and love. You can't help yourself and kiss him, then; a soft, heartfelt press of lips.

Mayday groans and groggily opens his eyes; scanning the situation –gaze lingering on Crosshair's lying form a pair of meters away– before returning to you. He hums, and hides his face in your neck again, kissing your skin gently.

"Morning, cyare" he whispers, voice hoarse but sounding like a dream to you. "Sorry for stealing your heat tonight".

You sigh in content and wrap your leg around his hips. One of Mayday's strong big hands reaches down to hold your thigh against him.

"Just happy you're safe and sound, May" you whisper back at him, pulling back to look at him in the eyes. "You scared the shit out of me".

Mayday hums and tugs you closer to him. The warmth feels delicious below the blankets. You can't help but feel a slow, unhurried tingle of arousal building inside of you. You don't do anything to chase it.

"Mm. I know. I'm sorry, mesh'la. Yesterday was a mess".

You stay in silence for some time; both of you caressing each other's skin softly.

Your eyes glance back at the other soldier sleeping on your cave.

"Who is he?" You whisper to him.

Mayday takes a moment to answer.

"Imperial sniper. A clone, though obviously different than me. I Think... Think he's starting to get tired of it. Some part of him clinges to the Empire like it's the only thing he has left; but I think it's just a matter of time before he let's go".

You hum distractedly. Your nose brushes against his.

"You trust him?"

Mayday sighs.

"Trust is a powerful word" he carefully answers. "I think he's made some bad choices, like me. But he's a good kid".

You give him a soft smile and kiss his lips once more. His beard and mustache tickles your skin.

"You can't save everyone".

Mayday smiles; a small, nostalgic tug of his lips.

"I know" he whispers, closing his eyes and cupping your cheek with his hand, foreheads pressing together. "I'll just focus on you, then".

THE END.

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Boom! This oneshot came up being a mix of fluffy and nostalgic/melancholy angsty! I hope you liked it!

Next work will be a non romantic Echo&Omega angsty/comfort convo. After that we've got a cryptic pregnancy with Hunter, and then some more fun&light oneshots too!

Stay stunned,

Xx,

Sky.

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