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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey there! I wasn’t sure if you were still taking requests, but if you are I couldn’t help but send one. How about Hunter when he’s having sensory overload and the reader is trying to comfort him. Bonus if Hunter ends up confessing his crush on the reader at the end! Thanks so much and I hope you are having a great day ❤️

Aloha! Yes, I still take requests, and I'm still behind with them 😅 Sorry for the wait! Hope I can make up for it!

Hunter x Reader One-Shot - You Ease My Pain

Fluff/Comfort/Soft Stuff/Sensory Overload For Hunter

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The boys had been on the road for a few days. This time you couldn't go with them and stayed behind. When the boys come back, they all seem tired, but Hunter in particular worries you.

His brow is furrowed, his eyes narrowed, and he keeps grabbing his forehead. Without saying much, he immediately disappears into the bathroom for a long time.

The shower runs for what seems like an eternity, as if he's trying to wash away not only dirt but stress. His brothers already know this phenomenon and keep some distance. But you worry.

As Hunter emerges from the shower, clad in fresh garments, already dressed in his sleeping clothes he says, "I don't want to hear or see anything for at least the next eight hours"

An approving low murmur goes around and Hunter retreats to the room he currently occupies in Cid's establishment.

Questioningly, you look at his brothers, in particular Tech, who senses you looking at him and looks up from his datapad.

"Can I help you?" he asks matter-of-factly, politely, adjusting his goggles.

"Is Hunter okay?"

Tech makes my deliberative hand gesture and says, "Yes and no."

You raise your eyebrows questioningly and Tech continues, "In the last few days we've been on planets and in places that were either very busy or very run down, we've been in constant activity with little sleep and, for someone like Hunter, exposed to a considerable amount of sensory overload. He probably has migraine-like headaches and generally feels drained"

"Oh," you say quietly, "The poor guy."

Wrecker says smiling, "It's not easy for him, but he'll recover, he always does. He just needs some rest"

When you are in your own room in the evening, the thought of Hunter suffering just won't leave you alone. You walk up and down the room, think for a while, and finally decide to go and see him.

You gently knock on his room door.

Hunter sounds annoyed as he calls out, "Come in."

When you go in, Hunter is lying on his bed in the semi-darkness, one arm over his face, eyes special, one leg hanging out of the bed, he is only partially covered and he still seems tense.

He hasn't seen who comes in, only heard the door open and growls, "I hope for your sake it's important."

Then you see his head move a little and he takes a deep breath. Suddenly, he pulls his arm away from his face and pulls his leg up onto the bed and covers himself properly. You realize that he recognized you by your smell, somehow that was creepy and exciting at the same time.

His words are reprimanding, but his expression and voice are soft as he says, "I thought I said I didn't want to be disturbed for the next eight hours."

You smile apologetically and say, "I know, I'm not here to disturb you either. I brought you some tea and some fruit, you need vitamins".

Hunter blinks in surprise.

"Thank you," he says quietly as you place the items on the small nightstand for him.

"You're welcome."

You dim the light a little more.

"Actually, you should be in the dark all the way, because of your headache" you say thoughtfully.

Hunter sighs softly and explains, "I can't. When I'm overstimulated like I am now, my sense of smell and hearing overreacts when I close my eyes, or it's too dark. And the other way around. I hear people talking outside on the street, I smell the unwashed Weequay downstairs in the bar…. It's hard to fall asleep and get to rest."

You carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, reach your hands out to his head, and gently ask, "May I?"

Again Hunter blinks in surprise, not sure what you have in mind, but he seems to trust you because he nods and says, "Uh, okay, sure."

Your fingers gently move to his temples and begin to gently massage them. Blinking, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"That feels good. Can you do that for the next eight hours?"

You have to chuckle and say, "I'm happy to do this for as long as I can, I just don't know if I can last eight hours."

His eyes are still closed, but a smile spreads across his lips.

"I'm grateful for every minute," he finally says softly, "Besides, you're the only one I smell now, and that's by far my favorite scent"

You feel warmth creep up your face.

"I'm your favorite scent?"

Hunter's eyes open and widen, he looks a little startled, like he just realized what he said.

"Well, um, yeah, I guess you could say that."

He clears his throat, closes his eyes again and says softly, "Sorry, that probably comes across as creepy to you"

"No," you say softly, "I kind of like the idea. I've always wondered, since I've known how sharp your senses are, how you perceive me"

Hunter's eyes open again, and he looks directly at you, your fingers pause for a moment, you sense he is about to tell you something important.

"Your presence has always eased any suffering for me and attracted me magnetically".

You smile and lower your eyes shyly when you feel his hands on yours.

"Would you stay here for a while? I feel better when you are near me," he speaks softly.

You nod and reply just as quietly, "I'd love to."

Hunter slides to the side and makes a welcoming hand gesture. You kick off your shoes and lie down next to him. Almost automatically, your hands find each other and your fingers intertwine.

Hunter gently kisses your forehead.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

He asks with a smirk, "Shall we share the fruit?"

Returning the smirk, you say, "Sounds good to me."

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gloomwitchwrites · 2 months

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Cantina Mistake

Hunter (Bad Batch) x Female Reader

Content & Trigger Warnings: fluff, humor, misunderstanding, mistaken identity, brief mention of alcohol

Word Count: 986

A misidentification of a target lands Hunter in a messy entanglement on the floor of a cantina.

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The lights are low in the cantina. It is dark, and the only source of illumination are the purple neon lights and bright ads that run the length of walls. Some of it is Imperial Propaganda, but the majority of it pushes new products or services.

This cantina is a routine spot. A place to rest and recharge. A layover between jobs for Cid.

But there is also someone they’re supposed to look out for. Cid was not specific, giving the specs to Tech instead of Hunter, but even Tech seemed a bit confused by the instructions, insisting that the briefing held very little descriptive information on the target.

Hunter leans against the bar, arms crossed, a drink clasped in one hand. Surveying the large room, he finds nothing of particular interest. Everyone in the bar is preoccupied with something, and no one appears on edge or suspicious.

Omega is not here. Hunter usually doesn’t allow her to come. She is on the ship with Gonky. Hopefully she’s sleeping and not staying up late to tinker with one of Echo or Tech’s little projects. Omega loves picking things up to understand and explore how they work. She’s constantly looking over someone’s shoulder asking an absurd number of questions.

Wrecker is arm wrestling for credits in the corner, taking on every drunkard who thinks they can unseat him. It’s amusing because no one is going to win. Not against Wrecker. Even the droid that takes a seat before the big guy goes down quickly. Wrecker lifts his arms up high, punching the air.

“It seems we’ll be eating well tonight because of Wrecker,” notes Tech, adjusting his goggles.

Hunter smiles into his cup and takes a long drink. Whatever it is, it’s kriffing strong, burning as it goes down.

“Won’t matter if we can’t locate the target,” mutters Echo.

Tech shrugs. “Cid’s instructions were unclear. Even after calculating all possibilities, I am at a loss for what or who we’re looking for.”

Echo glances across the bar and smirks.

“What is it?” prompts Hunter, turning in the direction of Echo’s lingering gaze.

Tech pushes off from the bar to glance around Hunter, peering in the same direction, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“You don’t see it?” asks Echo.

Hunter frowns and turns back to Echo. “No,” he says, a little annoyed. “I don’t see it.”

Tech matches Echo’s smirk with one of his own. “I do believe that woman is watching us.”

“Watching Hunter,” corrects Echo, sipping on his drink before setting it down on the bar.

Hunter whirls around, searching every face in the cantina for a second time. He doesn’t see what they see, and that only frustrates him. Aren’t his heightened senses supposed to help him in situations like this one? What if this woman is the target Cid is sending them after? Hunter needs to be alert. He needs to kriffing focus.

But then a tug forms in the back of his head. Like a string tied to his brain, pulling taut, dragging his attention toward the far side of the room. Hunter sees you then, lingering near a table. Alone. You are alone and fiddling with your drink, perhaps out of nervousness. If anything, you appear rather innocent. Just a civilian. But years of military training and field experience tell Hunter that he cannot leave anything to chance.

Sometimes the most innocent and demure individuals can be the deadliest.

“Could be the target?” jokes Echo, shaking his glass slightly in the air.

Tech’s mouth opens slightly as he turns to his brother, a response forming on his lips, a bemused expression on his face.

But Hunter is not listening. Hunter is moving like his namesake, weaving through the crowd, gunning for you.

“Hunter!” calls out Tech, but Hunter ignores him.

You’re looking down at the table, not realizing that Hunter is closing in fast. He silently urges you to look up. He wants you to notice him. To know that he’s coming. That he is on to you.

When you do glance up, and your gazes lock, there is a brief flash surprise that passes over your face before it morphs into shock.

Hunter leaps, tackling you to the ground. Everyone standing around shrieks or yells, stumbling out of the way. His chest heaves, and your faces are so close. Your eyes are wide and round and—

Wait.

“Hunter!”

He’s straddling your hips. Hunter has your arms trapped above your head, both wrists locked under one large hand while the other rests against the base of your throat. You are stiff and unsure beneath him, eyes darting in their sockets.

“Hunter. Hunter get off of her.” It’s Tech.

Echo is right behind him, alarm on his face. “I was kidding, Hunter.”

“Kidding?” splutters Hunter.

“I meant a target to buy a drink for,” replies Echo, hands outstretched at his sides.

Oh. Oh kriffing hell.

Hunter looks down at you. “Sorry,” he murmurs softly, swinging his leg from over your hip. “I’m sorry,” he says louder, more quickly, holding out his hands in an offer to help you off the floor. You take them and your palms are so warm.

Hunter eases you off the cantina floor, and then delicately assists you to standing.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. You’re just as perplexed. Just as startled.

You laugh, and the sound is lovely. “How about you buy me a drink?” You nod toward the overturned table. Hunter immediately grimaces. “You spilled my last one.”

“Sorry about that,” mutters Hunter. He holds out his hand as if a simple handshake will fix everything. “I’m Hunter.

You clasp it, shake it, give him your name.

Tech and Echo start creeping backward, giving the two of you space. Wrecker comes barreling over but the two clones hurriedly herd him away before he can make the situation worse.

“Now, how about that drink?”

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seriowan · 1 year

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for the dancing and the dreaming (hunter x f!reader)

“Surviving is the bare minimum of what it means to live. Thanks to you, Omega knows how to survive — maybe you should show her what it means to live a little bit as well.”

summary: on the night of pabu's annual 'giving festival', omega opens herself up to new experiences while hunter's night takes an unexpected turn, leaving him with a memorable moment that might change the course of his life forever...

pairing: hunter x f!reader (nicknamed coral)

tags: spoilers for tbb s2ep13; love at first sight; meet-cute; first-meeting kiss; reader is described as wearing a yellow sundress; nothing but fluff! - brief mentions of tech/phee

word count: 5k

a/n: the second i watched episode 13 i got this idea to write hunter in a whirlwind romance with a pabu girl and three drafts later, this is the final product! i wrote it with MAJOR inspiration from tangled's 'kingdom dance' scene and that one scene from how to train your dragon, so prepare thyself!

radio: kingdom dance, alan menkin — for the dancing and the dreaming, httyd soundtrack

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Pabu was a true gem of nature, tucked away amid the endless oceans of its home planet.

As the warm sun kissed the little island, turquoise waters lapped gently against the grainy shores and ancient stone ports. Vibrant green brush and trees swayed in the breeze, their fronds whispering to one another. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of exotic flowers, peppering the island in patches of oranges, reds, and pinks. Birdsong echoed alongside the crashing waves, moon-yo hoots and howls bouncing from one side of the island to the other. From the cobblestone streets and markets came the sound of life; cacophonies of chatter and murmurs, a blend of voices as the islanders bartered and laughed and greeted one another with merry smiles.

It was as if time stood still on Pabu, and every moment spent there was a moment of peace.

Hunter looked over the city from the balcony of Shep’s home, his stomach full and his heart more so.

He tuned in to Tech and Phee’s conversation, smiling into his cup of freshly squeezed juice when he mostly heard Tech’s voice going on about artifacts. A quick side eye and there Phee was, listening with her elbow on the table and her cheek in her palm, eyes locked onto his rambling brother as if he was the only person around.

Wrecker lay on a lounge chair, his hands behind his head and a dazed smile on his lips. With his belly finally full, the food coma hit him harder than ever, sending him into a blissful sleep that no one thought to disturb. Especially not when the sun was just right. Not when the winds carried the salty smell of the ocean and the sound of Omega’s laughter as she and Lyana chased the moon-yos around the balcony.

He looked over the city once more, watching as everyone lived their little slices of life. Couples walked hand-in-hand. Kids played ball and danced together, holding fizzing sparklers above their heads. An older man fed a cluster of moon-yos from a paper bag of scraps, waving at a woman as she walked past him with a basket of flowers hooked on her arm.

Hunter found it hard to believe that this island wasn’t a dream. Everything felt so serene and calm that it just… didn’t feel familiar. Not for them, at least. Not after years of missions and months of running and scavenging. After living day-to-day for most of his life, being able to sit and breathe felt odd. It was even more strange that he actually had to sit and wonder if he could call this island home.

As far as he could remember, home was never really a place but a people. His people — the one rambling on to an interested girl; the other sleeping peacefully on the lounge chair; the little girl who held Lyana’s hand as she scurried out through the gate.

Hunter glanced down at his cup and gave it a gentle swirl.

When did he last feel so content?

With the little voice in the back of his head reminding him that two of his brothers were out fighting for their lives (albeit for different reasons), he knew that he’d never have a total moment of peace… but, as small as this was, it was enough. Enough for him to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Enough for him to sit and actually feel the sun on his face. Enough for him to listen to the ocean, its gentle waves reminding him of a quiet Kamino.

Footsteps approached him from behind. He smelled the faintest scent of fruit as Phee leaned against the parapet, elbows up on the wall with a cup in her hand. She left Tech by the table, sparing a glance his way before turning towards Hunter.

“You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” she teased.

The opposite, actually, was what he wanted to say. Instead, he settled on, “It’s nice here.”

“Nice enough to stay?” She wasn’t pushing him but she wasn’t exactly being subtle about it either. Hunter knew that Phee always had two reasons for everything she did and when she glanced back at Tech, eyes softening, Hunter knew exactly why she posed this question.

He smothered the urge to smile and looked off towards the ocean, shoulders sagging as he struggled to come up with an answer.

“Think about it,” Phee murmured, nudging his arm with her elbow. “Take all the time you need. Pabu’s not goin’ anywhere.”

He hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting as he glanced from Phee to Tech. “Sure.”

An unspoken conversation took place as Phee narrowed her eyes, unable to hide the smallest trace of her smile. Hunter just arched a brow and she gave in with a sigh, shaking her head.

“You’ve got me there, Bandana. I think staying here would do you all some good — especially Omega. But, I’m not one for peer pressure. Maybe a walk through the city might help you come to a decision.” She looked over the city, her face lighting up when she noticed the streamers and decorations hanging from rooftop to rooftop. “Looks like tonight’s the Giving Festival.”

“Giving Festival?”

Phee nodded. “Everyone comes out for the Giving Festival and shares things like food, clothes, and jewelry — and everything’s free with no expectation to receive anything in return. They thank the ocean and the island for giving them a safe haven. It's why the kids get dressed in blue clothes and parade around with their sparklers. In fact, Omega and Lyana should be down there right now.”

He thought of it for a brief moment before nodding. Phee took that as her sign to leave but not without giving Hunter’s arm a squeeze. When she turned, Tech greeted her with the smallest smile — an action that Hunter seemed to notice happening more frequently than usual.

Leaving his cup on the parapet, Hunter removed his knife from the sheath on his waist and placed it atop the table. After a final glance back at his brothers, Hunter walked through the gate and left the balcony, entering the colorful streets of Pabu.

It took him a bit to get used to the sheer kindness that never seemed to run out from the island’s residents. Wherever he went, it seemed that everyone knew he was a newcomer, so he was often given cheerful waves and happy smiles. Some even stopped him, briefly chatting to introduce themselves before going back to their festivities. It was all odd, truly, but it was somewhat nice to be treated like a neighbor instead of a criminal on the run.

A father, as Shep had previously called him. Those words still echoed in his head and he had no intention of ever forgetting them.

Hunter’s walk through the city had its effect, as Phee suggested. The more he wandered, the more he wondered if he could live like the islanders: at peace and happy. Domesticity was never really an option until now, but as he watched the children play in front of their homes, parents watching from balconies and doorways, he imagined himself in their shoes. It was easy to picture Omega running through these stone streets, laughing as freely as she did when she first latched onto his heart.

It didn’t take long before he came across that exact sight.

Standing in the center of a busy market street, Omega and Lyana wore blue robes over their clothes and carried glowing sparklers in their hands. They both had blue powder staining their cheeks and nose, causing Hunter to smile when the girls shared a giggle at how they looked. It wasn’t until Omega turned towards a store and waved that he realized the two girls weren’t alone.

Emerging from the doorway of a dome home was the woman he saw from Shep’s balcony. While she didn’t have a basket of flowers hanging from her elbow anymore, she carried two necklaces of sea glass in her hands and gave them to Omega and Lyana. From where he stood, Hunter could hear the gratefulness in Omega’s voice as the woman tied the thin string around her neck. Her nimble finger worked quite quickly before she took a step back, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Omega’s eyes.

The action was so soft that it made Hunter watch her with a peculiar gaze. She was beautiful, but she had a certain quality about her that outshone her beauty — a genuine energy that she revealed as she spoke to Omega with ease.

When she turned her head, Hunter noticed the flower poised behind her ear — a bright orange flower that brought out the color of her cheeks and the vibrance in her eyes. The woman crouched, her yellow sundress settling around her like a river of color. She grasped Omega’s hands and squeezed, grinning up at her before winking. Omega giddily nodded her head up and down and squeezed the woman’s hand as she turned, pulling her along as they both followed Lyana down the road.

The woman’s dress billowed after her as she ran. She had a captivating smile, cheeks flushed and eyes blazing. The wind blew through her hair as if it was created just for her, carrying her laughter to his ears.

The moment they took the corner, Hunter followed, interested to see where this night would take him.

You liked Lyana’s new friend. Omega was a firecracker of energy and curiosity, roaming to and fro with the intention to seek, find, and explore. When Lyana brought her to your doorstep and made introductions, you just knew that the little blonde was bound to become a new regular in your jewelry shop. She loved exploring the various things you created, including the sea glass necklaces.

When it came time to meet the girls outside, you made sure to grab the necklaces she’d been eyeballing. Omega’s expression of shock was worth it when you presented it to her, and her soft voice of thanks was enough to make your heart melt.

True to the promise you made to both girls, you took Lyana and Omega to the market square full of music and dance. Omega’s eyes were full of amazement as she looked over the festivities. Vibrant colors glowed from the lanterns hanging overhead. Streamers swayed in the wind like spinning ribbons of silk. Dancers formed circles that spun quickly, cheering and coaxing others to join. Lively, upbeat music played from the performers standing around a tall statue. They played with passion, dancing alongside a few children that joined their sides.

You held both Omega and Lyana’s hands as you guided them to the dancing circle in the center of the square. While Lyana was excited to join, Omega’s reluctance grew until she pulled her hand away, shaking her head as she took a step back.

“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve never danced before.”

You smiled softly. “Would you feel better if I went first? Then you can see how it goes and if you want to join, you can jump in next to me and Lyana.”

Omega nodded and you grinned, turning to face the circle. Adjusting the flower in your hair, you picked up your dress and barged into the dancing circle, joining those who moved in unison. It took a moment before you caught up, but falling into step was easy. You spun and twirled and danced like there was no tomorrow, eyes shut as you switched partners and crossed the open circle alongside others. As the circle broke apart, paving way for duos and trios to have their own moment of dance, you noticed Omega and Lyana holding hands while they jumped back and forth and all around, laughing and giggling like girls in their prime.

The music picked up its pace and the circle reformed. Dresses were kicked up and hands were clapped loudly, laughter and whistles echoing from the bystanders that watched. Entranced by the pure jubilance of the music, and the energetic feeling of the dance, it was as if the world melted away, leaving nothing but you and the music.

You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment when suddenly, your balance slipped away as you bumped into the person beside you. Just before you could hit the ground, a pair of hands grabbed you by the elbows, hauling you up to a firm chest. Planting your hands on the figure’s vest, you struggled to catch your breath as you laughed, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“My goodness,” you gasped, shaking your head. “I’m so sorry-”

The moment you looked up, all of the words just left your lips. A knot twisted in your gut when you met a pair of rich brown eyes, that crinkled with amusement as they gaze down at you.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

You wet your lips, uncertain if you could even speak, when Omega’s voice suddenly echoed from behind you.

“Hunter!

She and Lyana ran up to you and the man, halting in their tracks the moment they saw the odd position you were in - your hands on Hunter’s chest with his on your arms. They looked at one another with wide eyes and started giggling, causing you to take a step back and shyly fiddle with the flower behind your ear, cheeks as red as the lights above you.

Hunter put his hands on his hips, a little furrow in his brow, but he didn’t seem threatening. It was the observant gaze of a father.

You couldn't help but stir at the sight. Not only was he protective but he was quite gorgeous. He had the structure of the marble statues you’d seen in the Archium. Soft features, like the roundness of his jaw and the curve of his nose, but there was strength as well. Strength in his rich brown eyes as they moved from you to Omega.

And that strength, however threatening it may have been to others, softened when he placed his hand on Omega’s head, teasing her with a little tug on the ends of her hair.

“Having fun?”

It was easy to admit that you were entranced by everything about him - from the way he carried himself to the way he spoke. He was both gentle and sturdy, something that drew you in and made it impossible to look away.

“Yeah!” Omega giggled, breathless from the amount of running she did earlier. “Lyana took me around the market and look-!”

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she pulled out various little trinkets: a knife made of whalebone, bracelets fashioned from polished stone, a ring of silver with a little opal on top, chewing gum from sweet sap, and a few others that she’d been gifted by the market goers.

With the tip of his finger, Hunter nudged around the items in her palm before offering her a small smile. He gave the blue powder on her cheek a gentle swipe with his thumb before settling his hand on her shoulder, eyes shifting to you.

You stuck your hand out, smiling bashfully.

“Everyone calls me Coral around here,” you said, managing a small chuckle. “And I promise that I’m not as clumsy as I seemed earlier.”

“I know,” he remarked, shaking your hand. When he noticed your odd look, he backtracked, eyes widening just slightly. “I mean I saw you, uh, dancing. You’re good — at dancing, I mean.”

Ignoring Omega and Lyana’s giggles, you bowed your head in thanks, your voice soft as you hummed, “Thank you, Hunter.”

He gave a small smile. “My pleasure, Coral.”

“It’s a giving festival, Hunter,” Omega sang, nudging his side. “It’s custom here to give something to someone that you meet for the first time. Look, Coral gave me a necklace from her shop! Lyana has the same one so we’re matching.”

Hunter frowned, glancing down at his empty pockets. He flashed you an apologetic look and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Sorry, I don’t have anything on me at the moment.”

You shook your head, removing the flower from behind your ear. Taking a step forward, you closed the gap between you and Hunter, tilting your head to look up at him as you tucked the flower in the breast pocket of his vest.

“It’s not a matter of obligation,” you murmured softly, adjusting the petals so that they were all on display. “It’s just a matter of acceptance. You’re new here, so we give you-” You glanced down at Omega and winked. “-and you, these gifts to welcome you to Pabu. You accept these gifts; we accept you.”

Lyana smirked, adding, “Kisses are accepted too!”

“Alright that’s enough from you two,” you interrupted, shooing them away when the two girls started giggling. “Go back to dancing — and make sure you get some of those dragon candies before Sebby runs out!”

Lyana gasped and snatched Omega’s hand. As she began to pull her away, Omega gave you and Hunter a happy wave, turning with a laugh that made Hunter’s eyes soften.

“She hasn’t been this happy in a long time,” he noted in a quiet voice, unable to look away from the girl even when you glanced at him. “Things have been… they’ve been tough on her.”

“I know,” you murmured, causing him to arch his brows in surprise. “Omega kind of told me everything about your current situation. She told me so much about you and your brothers, I practically feel like I know you already.”

“Of course,” he sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry, she has a habit of doing that.”

“Don’t worry,” you assured, nudging his side. When his lip twitched up, you smiled. “I can keep a secret. Besides, I’d like to see her around more often. Lyana has a hard time making friends and Omega’s brought out a side of her that I haven’t seen before — she just looks so youthful when she isn’t shouldering some of Shep’s burdens. Being a single father is tough on the two of them and I think having some support is doing them both some good.”

What you said must have resonated deeply with Hunter for he fell into silence, a distant look in his eyes as he watched Omega receive a cup of steaming candies from a stand. She looked his way and lifted the cup above her head, a toothy grin forming when Hunter nodded at her in approval.

“Thank you for making her feel accepted here.”

“Of course… but what about you?”

He glanced down at you and arched a brow.

“Do you feel accepted here?” You clarified, gesturing towards everyone in the market square. “I know how hard it can be to settle down. I had a similar experience before I found myself on Pabu. It took me a while to adjust but once I did, this place became my safe haven like it did for so many others.”

Hunter took a moment to look over the festivities. He watched the people smile and dance and greet one another. He watched them live their lives, sighing.

“As long as Omega can find a home here, that’s all that matters.”

“It isn’t a crime to put your own needs forward, Hunter. Think of what’s good for you as well.”

“We still have unresolved matters,” he explained with a trace of frustration; not at you, but rather at the ‘unresolved matters’ that he mentioned. “There are things that need our attention-”

You removed your hand from around his arm to place your palm against his chest. He stopped talking, his eyes honing in on yours as you peered up at him with a seriousness he hadn’t seen before.

“Can you resolve any of those things from here?” You questioned, arching a brow.

He hesitated, then shook his head.

“Then it’s best for you-” You glanced back at Omega, “-and her, to put those aside for now and just accept this time of peace. She needs your attention too, not just your protection.” Giving him a little smile, you fiddled with the flower in his pocket, murmuring, “Care to take a bit of advice from a stranger?”

Hunter’s eyes crinkled as he nodded, amusement in his voice when he hummed, “Go ahead.”

You absentmindedly adjusted the petals as you spoke. “Surviving is the bare minimum of what it means to live. Thanks to you, Omega knows how to survive — maybe you should show her what it means to live a little bit as well.”

“How do you suppose I do that,” he asked with a sincereness that made your heart shatter. “Us clones don’t do much living — all we’ve ever done is survive.”

“Learn from others,” you suggested. “Learn from their experiences and their own lives… and if you feel comfortable with accepting help, let us show you so that you can show Omega.”

Hunter’s nod was so sudden that it made you furrow your brow in confusion.

“Alright,” he said without an ounce of hesitation.

“Alright?” You echoed, shocked by how quick he agreed.

To your surprise, Hunter took your hand in his own, engulfing your fingers, and began to pull you towards the girls across the square. His expression was muted but there was a little smile on his lips as he said lightly, “We need to learn how to live, right? Then show me how.”

You laughed as you nodded, squeezing his hand back in return. “Alright, but you can’t get mad at me when the time comes for you to step out of your comfort zone. Living doesn’t mean it’s always comfortable.”

“I can handle a bit of discomfort."

“We’ll see about that."

You called out for Omega and Lyana as you approached them, earning wide-eyed looks of excitement the moment they noticed you and Hunter holding hands. To their dismay, you let go just to give Omega a gentle nudge toward Hunter.

“Hunter said he’d like to dance with you,” you lied, causing Omega’s eyes to widen as they flicked up to him.

“Really?”

His reluctant gaze shifted from Omega to you, narrowing just slightly before he looked back down and offered his little girl a small smile, nodding. When he held out his hand, Omega grasped it with excitement and pulled him to the dancing square, rambling on and on about the things she experienced while he was busy talking to you. As he was pulled into the sea of dancing duos and trios, he looked back at you with a mixed expression, causing you to giggle and wave.

“You like him,” Lyana sang by your side, tugging on your dress. “I think it’s cute. You can’t stop looking at him with googly eyes.”

“Don’t act like this wasn’t part of your plan, squid,” you huffed, earning a giggle. “You and Omega don’t exactly look as innocent as you think you do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she sang, taking your hand and squeezing it with a hopeful gaze. “Do you want to dance with me?”

“How could I ever say no to you? Lead the way, squid.”

And lead the way, she did. Lyana pulled you into the circle right alongside Omega and Hunter, swinging you into a spin the moment she had a grip on both of your hands. You spun and spun with her, laughing alongside her giggles, cheering when everyone clapped in unison. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a few glimpses of Hunter and Omega. It wasn’t so much of a duo dance as it was Omega dancing while Hunter held her hands, occasionally spinning and hauling her up in the air just to hear her laugh.

All that mattered was that Hunter seemed to be enjoying himself. He didn’t have the same stress that you noticed in him earlier; no more tense muscles or furrowed expression. Peace sat in his eyes as he danced with the little blonde, living off of Omega’s happiness.

Lyana spun and spun you until suddenly, without warning, she let go of your hands, sending you stumbling into the person beside you. You went to apologize but stopped when Hunter’s familiar face looked down at you, his hands sprawled across the plain of your back to keep you upright as he held you in a dip.

Omega and Lyana both giggled as they began dancing together, acting as innocent as the little devils could.

“What did you say about not being clumsy?” He teased, causing you to flush with embarrassment.

“Second time's a charm?”

Hunter lifted you, taking your hand to guide you into a spin. He pulled you into him, bringing your back against his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your ear, “Tonight’s been fun.”

“See?” You hummed, guiding him in a gentle sway from side to side. Almost instantly, the music softened and the upbeat tune became a gentle, harmonious song that eased a bit of peace through the energetic festival. “Can you feel that peace? That is the difference between living and surviving, and there’s so much more for you to experience, too.”

“Will you show me?” He asked, causing you to turn your head and give him a credulous smile.

“Does this mean you’ve decided to stay on Pabu?”

“I think that’d be best for all of us.”

“Then yes,” you agreed. “I’ll help as best as I can… but can I ask why me?”

“Omega likes you,” he said with an audible smile on his lips, “And I… I trust you... so far.”

“I’m honored,” you murmured, breaking into a giggle when he spun you around to face him. Your hands slid up and over his shoulders, interlocking behind his head. It was an involuntary gesture to look down at his lips but you couldn’t help it.

Hunter had this protective, genuine feeling that made you feel so safe near him. It was an odd thing to notice about someone when first meeting them, but it was only solidified when watching him and Omega. He had a specific gentleness that he kept reserved for her and now, as it seemed, for you as well.

What you didn’t expect, however, was for him to feel the same way as you.

“Was Lyana telling the truth earlier?”

“About what,” you murmured, forcing your gaze to go from his lips to his eyes.

“About a kiss being a gift.”

Your mind went blank. It took a moment before you nodded, finding the confidence to move your lips and speak. “She was.”

He guided you into another spin, gentler than before as he pulled you into his chest. “What does it mean?”

“It’s an invitation,” you explained softly. “A gift of vulnerability, as well as a promise. They aren’t given unless they are genuine — it means you find enough value in another person to give them your affection rather than an item. Kissing someone at the Giving Festival is typically a sign of courtship.”

“Courtship?” He questioned curiously. “You carry that tradition around here? Didn't take you for an old-school type of girl.”

“Well,” you sang, causing him to chuckle. “The elders call it that. I mean, it’s just dating among the younger generations.”

He hummed, slow movements swaying you to and fro. As he danced with you around the statue, passing the band that played their gentle tune, he noticed the beautiful flowers on the floor and stopped to pick one up. With gentle fingers, he tucked it behind your ear and gave you a small smile when he noticed how red your cheeks had become. Just like the flower in your hair.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked gently, tucking away a strand of hair that fell in front of your face.

You tilted your head up to him, smiling to hide the fact that your heart was practically beating out of his chest.

“Yes,” you breathed, your stomach twisting with anticipation.

His hand cupped the back of your head, the other gently resting against your back. Hunter pulled you close enough for your chests to touch before he lowered his head, lips skimming over your own.

“Are you certain about this?” You whispered against his lips. “You hardly know me.”

“I know enough to be certain I want to kiss you,” he hummed. “Are you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“Just kiss me, handsome,” you said with a smile. “We’ll figure out the rest later.”

He smiled as he kissed you, lips curled in amusement even after your lips collided. You couldn’t help but giggle against his mouth when his hand wove through your hair. It was an even bigger surprise when he dipped you, earning a few cheers and hoots of encouragement from those who stood by — including Omega and Lyana who seemed to be the loudest (and happiest) of the spectators.

When he pulled away, he never truly left. He kept his hand interwoven with yours, keeping you by his side as the dancing resumed and the festivities regained their upbeat tempo. Hunter pulled you out of the crowd and even though you didn’t return to the dance, the night continued with you showing him various different things throughout the market. From different juice stands to candies (which he denied rather quickly), you showed Hunter all that the market had to offer before stealing him away to show him the island itself.

While Omega and his brothers were distracted with the festival, you brought Hunter to the sandy shores. You removed your shoes and coaxed him to do the same before dragging him to the water. He cringed at how cold it was and stiffened when you splashed him, earning a glare that slowly turned into a smile when you turned to run away, laughing as loud and freely as one could.

And so the night continued — with music echoing from the city while water splashed and laughter bubbled from the sandy shores. The Giving Festival continued into the morning, and when Omega and Lyana tiredly returned home to find Hunter still missing, the two girls shared a knowing look that washed their fatigue away. They gossiped back and forth about you and Hunter, whispers turning into giggles that then turned into gasps when they realized that Hunter might, someday - possibly - plant roots on Pabu.

It occurred to Omega then, as she sat on the floor of Lyana’s bedroom surrounded by blankets and pillows and snacks, that the Giving Festival did, in fact, give her something. It wasn’t jewelry and it wasn’t candy, although she did hold every gift very close to her heart. It wasn’t Lyana and the new friends she’d made that night, including you and all the others she met.

It was a new home — and that was the gift that Omega found herself cherishing the most.

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Can I have "I'll show you how much I love you" with Hunter x reader where he sees reader's scars from her past and he kisses them make it fluffy!

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Healing

hunter x f!reader

summary: You're injured during a skirmish, and your lover, Hunter, takes it upon himself to tend to your wounds--past and present.

words: 2k+

warnings/tags: not explicit, but my blog is 18+ ONLY. protective!hunter, brief mentions of injury (blood, pain, darkening of skin from a bruise (no color mentioned), needle), past scars from battles, gentle!hunter is my weakness!!

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The injury had been your own fault. The cost of your amateur mistake led to you getting a blaster bolt to the bicep and a bruised ego—painful, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Luckily, Wrecker had been there to cover for you as you scrambled behind some bushes to quickly slap something over the wound as a temporary field fix. As soon as you’d all made it back to the ship with the chip Rex had asked for, Tech and Echo blasted off into hyperspace, and you set down your rifle and removed your helmet, saying you were going to patch yourself up and denying offers of help. A broad shadow followed you despite your curt refusals.

In the moment on the field, Hunter had kept his cool, remaining the fierce, steady leader of the Batch even when you announced that you’d been hit over comms. In the private, quiet space of the Marauder’s tiny medbay, however, Hunter was a totally different man.

You plopped down onto the tiny bench and winced when your right arm was jostled. The adrenaline had finally worn off, and now you were left to deal with the pain on your own. You were still applying pressure to the area, your palm growing wet as the emergency bacta became saturated with your blood. Part of you worried this was more serious than you’d initially thought, but you shoved that thought away—it’d do you no good right now.

The shadow had materialized at your side despite your annoyed groans and rolled eyes. Hunter was digging through the cabinet and shelves next to you, pulling out various medkit items and muttering to himself.

“Hunter, I can do this myself.”

“I won’t let you,” he declared, giving you a stern look. “Is it just your arm?”

You shook your head, removing your chest plate. “Think I got a bruise or something, even with my armor.”

He clicked his tongue, that over-protective streak within him bubbling to the surface at your admission. You knew his actions came from a place of love and tenderness, but sometimes it could be overbearing, especially when it was a wound you could patch up yourself. Your fearless lover was a caring man at his core, and he seemed to project that trait onto you whenever he could since his brothers were resistant to it at times.

Hunter removed your shoulder pauldrons and vambraces, dark eyebrows furrowing when you hissed as he worked on the armor on your wounded arm. “You need to be more careful.”

“I am,” you protested with a roll of your eyes. It felt childish, especially as he began to prep various med items for your injury once your armor sat piled next to you. “Shit just happens, you know that.”

“Seems to happen a lot for you,” Hunter countered, raising an eyebrow.

Heat singed the tips of your ears, and you pressed down harder on your wound. There was silence as his brown eyes looked you over, searching yours and softening when he saw you wince.

“I have to take your top off.”

“Buy me dinner first,” you teased, trying to lighten the serious mood Hunter had filled the air with.

Hunter huffed and held back the smile that quirked the corner of his plush lips. “Since I don’t want you moving your arm, I’m gonna cut it off.”

Hunter whipped his knife off his tac belt, turning around and crouching in front of you. You had no qualms about it—you didn’t want to move your arm more than you had to—but you were thoroughly annoyed about losing one of your blacks. Cutting the top meant losing the rest of it. Hunter didn’t care even though he knew this; he cared more about making sure you—his girl; his sweet, precious thing—were safe and sound. So, you acquiesced with a nod of your head, grimacing as you heard the blade slice the fabric and rip from the pull of his rough hands. The fabric split open down your front, exposing the chest band you wore under your blacks.

“Let go of your arm for a moment, gotta cut this sleeve off.”

You knew Hunter could tear it with his bare hands and sheer determination, but there was that gentleness again. You glanced at your palm as you set it in your lap, gulping at how red it was. Judging from the way Hunter’s breath hitched after peeling off your cut sleeve, you assumed the bacta patch had done a shit job. At least it had stopped the bleeding long enough for you to make it back with the rest of the Batch, though, and for that, you were both grateful.

Hunter’s eyes met yours, then flicked back to your wound and trailed down your torso from your neck to your bellybutton where the ripped fabric hung off around your hips.

“I didn’t realize—” Hunter started, then stopped, shaking his head and grabbing a bottle of antiseptic and gauze.

“Didn’t realize what?” you questioned.

He grunted to himself. “Nothing. This might hurt a bit, baby.”

His pet name soothed you for only a few second before the first gentle press of antiseptic-soaked gauze made you hiss in pain. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt a burn on your arm, tiny pinpricks agitating your angry wound with each dab. He shushed you and repeated your name, his rumbling voice taking on that sweet, velvety tone he only shared with you.

“Kriff, love,” Hunter mumbled.

“Is it bad?”

“Might need a bacta shot.”

You leaned back into the metal wall with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Do what you gotta do, babe.”

You heard him hum and stand up and watched him take a needle out of a black pouch. Without a word, he quickly stuck the needle in your arm and pressed down on the plunger. You looked at him the entire time, his warm brown hand coming to rest over yours once he was finished with the shot, a calloused thumb stroking across the back of your hand. Hunter was a natural at soothing you, whether it was a panic attack in the middle of the night or playing along with you when you ran to him after getting a tiny cut. Even fully dressed in his armor, blaster on his hip, smears of dirt on his cheeks and the tip of his broad nose, he was your gentle lover, the man you’d run to in times of pain and uncertainty.

The burning was soothed by smears of a cool gel, tingling at first before smoothing into soft waves of relief. Hunter gently applied a bacta patch, his hands wrapping around your bicep as he pressed down the edges, making sure it was in place. You smiled up at him, glad when he met yours with his, the tender one he saved just for you.

“You didn’t have to do all of that for little ol’ me.”

He kissed your temple, a thumb stroking your chin. He whispered into your skin, “I love doing it for you.”

“I know you do,” you smiled, the pain from your wound fading with another kiss pressed into your forehead.

“Want me to take care of that bruise?” he asked, gently poking the darkened skin on your left side underneath your last rib. When you hissed in pain, he gave you a doleful look. “I think I have a cooling pack in the cabinet.”

You noticed his eyes lingering on your torso and wandering across your skin, and you swallowed thickly, realizing what he was so captivated by.

“Hunter,” you called, directing his attention to your face and away from the scars littering your skin.

“How did you get all of them?” he asked hesitantly. You could tell he was hiding his anxiety underneath his stony expression, his dark curls bouncing on his shoulder when he turned his head suddenly to reach for a white pack in the cabinet.

You shrugged, dropping your gaze to your boots as he cracked the pack and shook it. “I’m clumsy,” you said with an embarrassed chuckle. “They’re just souvenirs from my life before I had you watching over me.”

Hunter gently pressed the pack to your bruise, letting you rest your stained palm over the back of his hand. He cared for you in his own way, and you knew he was torn up about your scars. You’d done a piss-poor job of patching them up, so now you carried artifacts of your past life before the Batch barreled into it, ancient relics of a time without the tenderness of your lover, fossils from your time spent fighting alone. You realized he’d never seen them in the light before; only a few were raised, but he’d never commented on them. He just ran his broad fingertips over them as he kissed you in the confines of your bunk, your legs tangled with his muscular thighs.

You’d felt the scars littering his warm brown skin when he held you at his side, tucked into his arm and surrounded by his protective embrace. You ran your hand over his soft stomach and chest, mapping out the jagged positions, stretching your hand across his collarbone and plotting the coordinates of the splotches scattered on his bicep before diving to his muscular thighs and discovering the ones hidden there. Hunter was a man of action, a fierce soldier, a loyal brother, a tender lover. Your gentle touch lit something within him—you could see it in his eyes when you kissed the raised, discolored scar resting under his right ribs, could see it in his smile when you tended to a new wound of his after a skirmish.

You never asked, and he never asked you, either. All you knew was that he was yours now, and you were his, and he’d protect you with every fiber of his being, every bone in his body.

“And now that I am,” Hunter said, kissing the corner of your mouth, “I’ll show you how much I love you.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” you murmured, head suddenly light.

His hands urged you to press the pack against your bruise with your palm as he lowered to his knees in front of you. You sucked in a breath at the sight of him between your legs, something warm pooling within your chest. Nothing sexual or arousing, something warm and affectionate, something Hunter reserved just for you.

His warm hands gently moved the torn fabric of the top of your blacks, trying to force it back and out of the way. You twitched when his fingers brushed against your waist, goosebumps peppering the skin of your forearms when you felt his warm breath linger above your belly button, lips hovering near an old, nearly faded scar. He looked up at you, a soft smile painting his face.

“I’ll start by kissing this.” He pressed a delicate kiss to the scar, gently placing his hands on your waist to hold you in place as if he was afraid you’d fly away and out of his grasp.

Hunter’s eyes fluttered closed as he moved to kiss a scar a few inches under the cold pack. “And this.” His plush lips worshipped your sore skin with a delicate kiss.

“This one, too.” He straightened his spine and kissed a scar right below your chest band, lips warm on the discolored splotch.

Your throat had grown tight and hot, your eyes starting to brim with tears as he continued his adoring expedition across your scarred skin. When he reached a scar on your collarbone, he kissed it, then stood and bent his head to touch his forehead to yours. Your eyes searched his dark ones, leaning into his warm palm when he cupped your cheek. You’d forgotten almost entirely about the dull throb in your bicep and the sensitive bruise on your belly. All you could feel was Hunter and his love for you as he hovered his lips over yours, gentle breaths coating your parted lips.

“I’ll always take care of you, my love.”

You closed the gap, nodding and kissing him deeply, breathing him in and giving in to him.

He pulled back and smiled affectionately at you, his thumb stroking across the apple of your cheek. “I’ll always protect you, my sweet, sweet girl.”

“I know you will, Hunter,” you whispered.

“Always,” he murmured, sealing his promise with a kiss to your forehead.

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only flying gets you higher

Hunter x reader (gn)

summary: Sledging with Hunter!

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~640

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"Hold on tight and don't let go!" Hunter says and looks back at you over his shoulder.

"No worries," you tell him. "I won't let go."

Hunter nods one last time, turns his head around again, and braces himself before pushing forward.

A second later, you feel the wooden sled you're sitting on starting to glide faster and faster with every second.

At first, you're a bit scared. You haven't really been on a sled since your childhood, and the feeling of just sitting on wooden runners without any safety measures wasn't that pleasant.

You close your eyes tightly and press your face into Hunter's neck, holding on to him for dear life.

Even though there are some other people, everything seems quiet, and you're only able to hear the sled glide through the soft snow.

The quiet brings some peace, and you start to relax a bit. Just enough to feel Hunter's warmth in front of you, the cold wind against your face, and your hair fluttering in the wind.

Slowly, you open your eyes again, able to see the snowy trees passing by. Your fear changes into joy, and suddenly, you start to giggle behind Hunter.

You forgot how much fun sledding can be, and to do it now, reliving childhood memories together with Hunter, just seems right.

Enjoying every part of the ride and not thinking about everything bad that could happen, you don't notice him tensing.

In one moment, everything is great. The next Hunter calls, "Urgh, brace yourself!" and you're flying.

A startled scream escapes your lips, and the next moment, you're hitting the ground.

Luckily, the snow feathers your fall a little bit, but it still hurts. And Hunter, who crashes into you a moment later, doesn't help with that.

The air is pressed out of your lungs, and you have to take a few seconds to calm yourself a little bit before you're able to take your next breath.

"What happened?" you ask worried, holding your head up and looking at Hunter, who slowly starts to sit up again.

"I think some of the kids built a ramp. Saw it too late, I'm sorry," he explains, helping you up.

"Well, that explains the flying," you giggle and tap off the snow from your clothes.

"Are you okay?" he asks worried, and looks you over with gentle eyes.

"Yes, of course. Just realizing that we're getting old. A little ramp made us fall. And we're shocked about that," you explain, chuckling lightly.

Sure, it was unexpected, but your younger self still would have mastered the stunt better and not ended up face-planting in the snow. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"No, I'm fine, too. Just didn't expect that. Also, I think I would have face-planted in every other situation. Even as a kid," Hunter looks at you with raised eyebrows, a small smile tugging on his lips.

You could perfectly imagine Hunter as a child, playing in the snow with his brothers. Even the fall seems very accurate.

Looking over the scene, you notice that you still have a long way to go before reaching the foot of the mountain. The ride wasn't over yet.

"Now, I'll be the driver. Come on! I'll show you how you don't fall!" you call out excitedly, walking over to the sled that was stuck in the snow a few meters away.

Happy, you jump on the sled, with Hunter taking a seat behind you.

"Hold on tight!" you repeat his words. Chuckling, Hunter obeys and throws his arms around your body, crossing them over your tummy.

He settles his face on your shoulder, his long hair tickling your cheek.

"Can we?" you ask, excited.

"Ready when you are," he answers.

A moment later, you two are sliding down the mountain again, giggling and laughing, feeling several years younger.

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Comfort

Characters: crosshair and hunter

Warnings: heavy angst,brief mentions of torture, other then that none

Summary: just two brothers who need each other's comfort after rescuing crosshair from the empire.

Notes: I wrote this mostly from Hunter's point of view. This is my first time posting a fanfic. I hope y'all will like it and enjoy!

The Marauder was jolted by the hail of blaster fire, as it broke free of the atmosphere, into space where it was finally able to make the jump to hyperspace.

Hunter let out a sigh of relief as the ship made the jump. He patted Echo, who was flying the ship, on the shoulder before going to check on the rest of his squad.

Tech was laying in his bunk with his eyes closed, his spare googles in his hand. But Hunter could tell he was not asleep by his uneven breathing. Omega was curled up by his side with her head on his shoulder and her arm wrapped tightly around Tech. "How you holding up Tech?"

"I am fine, I just require rest is all." Tech responded without opening his eyes. Hunter could feel the emotional storm brewing in him. After being with the Empire for weeks before they could locate him, Hunter knew that he would need more then just rest but he knew this wasn't the time to pry into Tech's emotions. Instead he moved his focus to Omega and felt his heart swell with love and pride. Omega had been in the hands of the Empire just as long as Tech but she was in better shape then Tech; seeing as the Empire focused their torture techniques on Tech instead of Omega.

Hunter knew the time with the Empire was still hard on her though, and he couldn't be more proud of how strong she was. He was so relieved to have her back, he would have moved galaxies aside to find her. Omega was like his daughter and he would never let anything happen to her again.

Hunter reached down and scooped Omega up in his arms, hugging her tightly to him. She sighed contently and snuggled into his embrace. "Let's get you to bed, young lady." Hunter said softly moving towards the space Wrecker had made for her but Tech's voice stopped him.

"Omega may stay here, with me, for a little while. If that is okay with her."

Hunter turned back to Tech to find him with his eyes now opened and looking at him. Only then did Hunter see the redness of his eyes and the tears in them. Hunter felt shock course through him as he realized Tech had been trying to hold back his tears. He hadn't seen Tech cry since they'd been cadets. He could sense that Tech didn't want to be alone and as if Omega could also sense it, she quietly said she didn't want to be alone either, and would stay with him to rest.

Hunter gently laid Omega back on the bunk and gave her a kiss on the forehead. He squeezed Tech's shoulder. "I'll be here when you wake up brother." Hunter's words were meant as more then just reassurance but also a offer to talk. Tech took a shuddering breath and nodded without comment. Hunter had never seen Tech seem so fragile and it broke his heart but he knew both Tech and Omega needed rest so he retreated back to the cockpit to find Wrecker snoring in the co pilot's seat. Echo was still in the pilots seat and scrolling through his data pad.

Hunter shook his head. He really had no idea how Wrecker could be asleep after just having the fight of their lives with the Empire to rescue Omega, Crosshair and Tech. He smiled slightly amused though and happy his vod was okay. Echo turned to him. "How are Tech and Omega?"

"They are resting. But I've not seen Tech this upset in a long time. They are all gonna need some time." Hunter sat down in the chair behind Wrecker and closed his eyes, letting himself reveal in the fact that not only had he gotten Omega and Crosshair back, but Tech was indeed alive and okay. And he was also back with them. Hunter had thought his heart stopped when he had first seen Tech very much alive but he couldn't be any more happier or greatful.

Echo's voice brought Hunter back from his thoughts. "Do you think Crosshair will want to stay with us?" The question brought a frown to his face. Hunter knew Crosshair was going to be the challenge. As soon as they had boarded the Marauder, Crosshair had retreated into the cargo bay and had not returned. Hunter knew he needed a few minutes to himself before he went down and checked on him. Which is why Hunter had decided to check on the rest of the squad first.

"He is gonna need more time then Omega and Tech. But yes, in the end we are a family and we stick together no matter what. And he's gonna need his family here for him ." Hunter said firmly.

Echo nodded. "We will be there."

Hunter decided he had gave Crosshair long enough and made his way to the cargo bay. He could feel the emotions rolling off of Crosshair. Anger, guilt, sadness, despair, and a overwhelming sense of relief from being freed.

Hunter found Crosshair sitting between some creates, his back against the wall with his legs pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around them with his head down. Hunter could hear his racing heart and his ragged breath.

Crosshair didn't look up as Hunter approached him, kneeling in front of him. As the swirl of emotions rushed through Crosshair, the one he decided to hold onto was anger; he felt weak and vulnerable and that was one thing he absolutely hated. "Go away." He sneered.

Hunter sighed, but didn't move. "I'm not going anywhere Cross." Hunter said softly. He knew Crosshair still felt betrayed by him. Hunter had felt guilty ever since leaving him on Kamino and then again on the landing platform. Hunter had wished everyday since then, that he had done more to get Crosshair to go with them.

"Don't act like you care, Hunter." Came the crude response. He still didn't look at Hunter or move. Hunter was knew that Crosshair didn't want him to see him vulnerable but Hunter also knew he needed to push him, just a bit, to get him to open up and let everything out. Crosshair was a closed off person and preferred to keep everyone at arms length. He rarely opened up to his brothers but when he did, it was always to one of them, never anyone outside the squad. So Hunter knew that whatever Crosshair had went though; he had gone through it alone. Holding everything in.

"Crosshair, look at me." Hunter commanded in his strict Sargent voice.

"Leave me alone! I am not one of you anymore." The sorrow in Crosshair's voice along with his words was enough for Hunter to feel like his heart had just been sliced into.

Hunter moved slowly and carefully into the small space next to Crosshair. With his back to the wall, his legs stretched out, Crosshair was to his left and the stack of creates were to his right. He placed his hands in his lap and settled in to wait. Hunter was determined to not leave until Crosshair and him were on good terms and that he knew Crosshair was going to be okay. Hunter also promised himself that he would never leave Crosshair behind ever again no matter what.

Crosshair's breath hitched as Hunter moved closer. And Hunter could sense him fighting for control of himself.

"Listen, I know I did you wrong. When I first left you on Kamnio, it was because you were trying to kill us. Then we didn't come back because it was too dangerous. That wasn't fair to you. We let you down...I let you down."

Hunter paused, waiting to see if Crosshair would respond, in which he did not. Hunter knew he was waiting on him to continue so Hunter pushed passed the lump in his throat, took a deep breath and continued.

"When you brought us back to Kamnio and I stunned you, I was bringing you with us. I was going to make sure you had your inhibitor chip removed. Then I was going to give you a chance like you gave us. But things went wrong, you woke up and you chose the Empire over us again. I should have pushed harder for you to come with us-no i should have...I should have begged you to come with us."

Hunter's voice broke at the last sentence and he gulped. Blinking back the burning behind his eyes, he looked over to Crosshair. Who slowly lifted his head but didn't turn to look at him or speak.

"But your wrong Cross, you are one of us. Always have been, even after everything."

"32 rotations...."

"What?"

"32 rotations, I spent on that platform, wishing you would come back for me. Wishing I'd gone with you." Crosshair whispered and Hunter felt his heart stop as the thought of 32 rotations-longer then a month- ran through his mind. Hunter felt broken, knowing his brother had spent a whole month on that platform before the Empire showed up for him.

"I'm so sorry Crosshair." Hunter responded horsely. Crosshair scoffed. "I don't want your pity."

"I don't pity you, I feel responsible." Hunter responded with the truth because he did indeed feel responsible and guilty.

Crosshair finally looked at Hunter, eyes red from crying, tear tracks still visible on his thin face. He had his lips pressed together in a line with a slight scowl. Hunter could see the emotional turmoil in his intense gaze and hear his uneven, heavy breathing as his heartbeat raced. "It wasn't your fault Hunter. You just did what you needed to. You did what you could to protect the other's." Crosshair said quietly in a much calmer voice.

Hunter realized that Crosshair had just needed him to admit he was wrong and apologize for not coming back for him for Crosshair to forgive him. Hunter felt relief wash over him but he wasn't sure if he'd ever really truly forgive himself for leaving Crosshair behind.

"My chip stopped working right after I got burned on Bracca. I wanted to come back but half the time my chip was still working...controlling me, and I couldn't leave."

"You could have called us Cross. We would have came for you if we had known."

"I couldn't...I'm a monster, Hunter. I've done terrible things. Things I didn't want to do but couldn't stop myself....because good soilders follow orders." Crosshair whispered, looking utterly broken. Hunter felt his chest tighten with sorrow for his younger brother.

"The Empire played you, they made you do those things. It was the Empire not you." Hunter reassured. Placing a hand on Crosshair's shoulder.

"I don't belong here...I'm not a good person-not like you...or the others."

"You do belong here Crosshair, you always have and you always will. We are your family. We want you." Hunter stated firmly.

It was with this that Crosshair finally broke down and started to sob loudly and uncontrollably. Hunter reached forward and pulled Crosshair close as his brother crumbled to piece in his arms. Crosshair laid his head on Hunter's shoulder, as his tears soaked Hunter's shirt.

Crosshair leaned into his brothers touch, he hadn't been held in so long by anybody. He had been so lonely for so long. He'd never admit to Hunter or anyone else but he secretly loved the wrestling with Wrecker or the rare occasions he would get a pat on the back from Hunter, Tech, or Echo. Feeling the loving touch of his brother made him sob all the harder. Making him wish for the millionth time, that this would have never happened to him. That he would have never left his brothers in the first place.

Hunter sat there with his arms wrapped tightly around Crosshair for a long time. Hunter didn't speak. Just being there for his brother and letting him get it all out. Eventually, the sobbing started to quiet away and when Crosshair's breathing was almost back to normal, he pulled away, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He settled next to Hunter with his back against the wall. Looking away from his brother.

Hunter knew it was alot for Crosshair to let anyone see him so vulnerable. He knew his little brother didn't like to show any weakness so he wanted to remind him that it was okay to open up every once in a while. "It's okay to be human Cross, I will always be here for you. I won't ever leave behind again....whenever you need to talk, I will be here. And I won't tell anybody. I promise you."

Crosshair hummed, processing the words. After a few minutes of quiet, he finally turned back to Hunter. "Thank you, for bringing me home." He said so quietly, that Hunter wouldn't have heard him if he didn't have enhanced hearing. Hunter felt happiness rush through him, and smiled softly at Crosshair. He knew, then, that Crosshair would eventually be okay. Yes it would take time, but he would be okay. And he was home with them. Once again, they were all together again.

"Welcome home, brother."

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freesia-writes · 3 months

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No one makes a double entendre around Echo and gets away with it

Hunter and Lyra's first date vibes

Crosshair's advice is less than helpful

Gettin a little hot n heavy... but with whom?

Family discussion about a mysterious flower

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Hunter and Lyra's dance - by @perfectlywingedcrusade

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Hunter in a Rain Shower - by @the-little-moment

Hunter Tries Yoga - by @matookahitaki

Hunter in his Fancy Suit - by @marymunchkiin

Hunter and Lyra on a Fathier - by @ve-ti-ver

Hunter and Lyra - by @raevulsix

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starlitmark · 6 months

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Summary: You deserve to be loved. Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader Tropes: friends to lovers Genre: fluff Rating: G Warnings: allusions to unhealthy past relationships, reader mentioned as shorter than Hunter (man is 6’ okay), little kisses <3 Word Count: 424 Note: thank you to @sanjoongie for beta reading this <3

before you interact (minors dni)

“You haven’t been yourself recently.” Hunter points out.

You look over at your friend and give him a confused expression. One moment, you were casually co-existing in your living room. The next, he blurts out that sentence. He just looks back at you with the same sparkly eyes he always does. When he doesn’t elaborate, you sigh and decide to prompt him further.

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been me.”

“Not since you dated him.”

He doesn’t need to say who ‘he’ is; you know who he’s referring to. You feel yourself physically tense up at the vague mention of your ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t a very happy or healthy relationship, and you definitely escaped it with a few scars. Hunter notices your tense state and scoots closer to you on the couch. He rests his head on your shoulder. It can’t be very comfortable, given how stupidly tall he is. You feel a smile grow on his lips against your shoulder.

“I know he hurt you, but let me show you how you should be treated.” He admits.

You find yourself speechless. You look over at your friend to see that pretty, slightly lopsided smile on his face. His chocolate brown eyes have a galaxy of sparkles as he looks back at you, his head still against your shoulder.

“If you don’t want to, just tell me no, so we can move on from it.”

“Hunter,” You start, “what do you mean by you showing me?”

“You deserved to be loved. Let me love you.” He explains further.

Again, words escape you. You shift to sit up straighter, and in turn, Hunter lifts his head. Wracking your brain for an intelligent response seems to be useless. Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it in your head. The only thing you can think to do is turn towards him and resume eye contact. You notice him pick at the edges of his fingers. It’s a habit he’s had as long as you’ve known him. When you take his hands in yours and offer him a soft smile.

“Let’s give it a shot.” You finally find your voice again.

“Really?” He smiles brightly.

You nod, and before you can respond, you feel his lips against yours. The amount of emotion poured into the contact has your chest blooming with warmth and your stomach flooded with butterflies. You smile against his lips and happily kiss him back. This may be a new journey, but you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone else.

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 1 year

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We’ll Meet Again

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Prompt - “I got you.”

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The first time you met was purely coincidental, you and your Master had been working on a mission for nearly a week without success. It seemed the mission was doomed to fail, impossible as every one of your attacks was countered until you were forced to retreat.

Everyone was exhausted, so many men had been lost in such a short amount of time, though really it felt like you had been here for so much longer. With each new attack less men were returning to camp, supplies and soldiers running dangerously low and the Council couldn’t get anyone out to Chisno to help.

You, Obi-Wan and Cody stood around a holomap, bouncing ideas of each other that were all met with failure. You were all drained, sore and tired from the constant action and needed an impossible plan for such an impossible mission.

“I have an idea.” Cody announced suddenly after the silence had stretched on.

You and Obi-Wan turned to the Commander, seeing the faraway look in his eyes as he ran through whatever plan he had thought up in his head. You both waited for him to calculate whether it would work before he turned to you with a nod.

“I have to make a call but hopefully we’ll have reinforcements here soon.” Cody said and he turned to leave the tent, leaving you and Obi-Wan to look at each other in confusion before just shrugging, you both trusted Cody and if he could get some form of reinforcements here then neither of you would complain.

It turns out Cody did have a plan and could come through with the reinforcements, just in time too because in the two days it took for Cody’s backup to arrive many more men had been lost in battle.

When the ship landed you looked over, having to wait only a moment or two for the door to open and a group to walk out. Your focus was immediately drawn to the man at the front of the group, long hair held in place with a red bandana, a smile spreading across his face as he gripped Cody’s forearm.

He was beautiful, that was the first thing you noticed about him. You didn’t know what you had done for the Force to put the two of you in the same place at the same time but you were thankful nonetheless.

“General Kenobi, General Y/L/N, this is Clone Force 99.” Cody said with a smile bigger than you had seen since before you were assigned this Force forsaken mission. “This is Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech and Hunter.”

Hunter.

They didn’t look much like any of the clones you were used to being around but Cody continued telling you about their enhancements and how these four clones could be the key to winning this mission and the planet.

“Thank you for coming, any help at this point would be greatly appreciated.” Obi-Wan told them and Wrecker chuckled.

“Don’t worry General, we’ll handle this!” Wrecker grinned as he punched his fist into his palm and you couldn’t help but smile with him, a small laugh escaping you.

It was then you noticed Hunter’s attention was on you, his lips pulling into his own little smile and yours softened as you looked at him, hoping your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt.

“Easy, big guy. Why don’t you boys come and look over what we have and then we can make a plan.” You said, immediately taking charge causing Obi-Wan to raise an eyebrow at you but you just ignored him, not daring to glance at him right now.

“Lead the way.” Hunter smiled as he gestured for you to go ahead and you fought to keep your smile from widening as you led the batch into the tent.

From that very first moment you and Hunter got along like you’d known each other forever. You bounced ideas of one another, a playful string of banter mixed in and you pointedly refused to look over at Obi-Wan even as you felt his amusement through your bond.

“You think we’ll win?” You asked Hunter when the others went to prepare and Cody and Obi-Wan went to inform the men of the newest plan.

“We’re good at what we do, we’ll win.” Hunter assured you, the tiredness you felt suddenly hitting you and Hunter stopped you from leaving the tent with a hand to yours.

That one little touch seemed to light something inside of you though, a rush of something flooding you and you felt something you hadn’t before.

Something about Hunter was intoxicating, despite only knowing him for several hours you knew he could be an important person in your life. The old Jedi rules didn’t even register in your head, attachments were bad but you didn’t care, not when Hunter’s hand on yours felt electric.

“It’s been a long mission, huh?” Hunter asked quietly and you let out a small huff.

“It’s been a long war.” You answered before sighing. “Sometimes it all feels impossible, like it’s never going to end.”

Hunter was silent for a moment but his hand squeezed yours softly.

“It will end.” He said and his voice sounded so much like a promise. “With Generals who care as much as you do, the war will end.”

You felt your face flush at his words, gaze falling away from him causing him to chuckle softly before you turned your hand so you were holding his and squeezed back.

“Thank you, Hunter.” You murmured, both of your eyes locked onto your joined hands before the rustling of the tent door snapped you apart just in time for Obi-Wan to poke his head through and call you to the front lines.

You and Hunter worked alongside each other like you had been doing it since the war started. His silent cues were easily read by you and you moved together and took down clankers with an ease you had never had before.

You kept hits away from Hunter with your lightsaber as he took down another wave of droids. Through the comms you heard Tech announce that he was moments away from shutting down the droid army, the only way you could win this campaign.

Just before Tech broke through the system you felt a burning pain shoot across your side, a whimper of pain escaping you as you forced yourself to stay upright, just about managing to deflect a blaster shot that would have hit Hunter had you missed.

As you fought you felt sweat pooling on your forehead, your whole body was shaking and the pain in your side got worse.

Hunter looked over at you and did a double take that almost had a clanker getting a shot in had Crosshair not dealt with it from the sniper's nest. You had clearly been hit, one arm wrapped around your side as you sluggishly waved your lightsaber this way and that.

Hunter felt his heart stutter as he watched you stumble, barely keeping yourself up as you took down another droid. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you. He hadn’t known you for long at all, less than a day and yet here he was with a wave of fear running through him.

“Tech you have to hurry up, General Y/L/N’s hit!” Hunter commanded into his comm and watched as you looked over at him, face contorted in pain and he forced himself to smile reassuringly over at you.

“I only need a few more seconds, bear with me.” Tech said calmly into the comm and Hunter nodded at you. “And the droids should be shutting down…now.”

As he had said the droids all suddenly went motionless before slumping to the ground and you went right along with them causing Hunter to curse.

“Hey, I got you.” Hunter murmured as he wasted no time picking you up in his arms, smiling sympathetically as you curled into his chest with a whimper of pain. “I got you.”

It didn’t take long for Hunter to arrive back at the camp, the rest of the batch already there as well as Cody and Obi-Wan, the Jedi rushing over as soon as he saw the two of you.

“She got hit by a blaster.” Hunter told the man before he could ask and gestured for Tech, it was a fairly standard injury, one that pretty much everyone had experienced since the war started so Tech was well equipped to handle it. “Tech look over her please.”

“Of course Hunter, set her down and I’ll apply some bacta patches and assess if there is further damage.” Tech said as Hunter placed you down on the cot and stepped back to let Tech pull your robe and start cleaning up the wound.

“Thank you for keeping her safe.” Obi-Wan said at his side and Hunter couldn’t help but frown.

“She got hurt.” Hunter told him quietly, not looking away from you as Tech worked.

“A single blaster shot that is easily fixable is better than what could have happened had you not been there.” Obi-Wan said, looking towards Hunter even as the man kept his gaze firmly on you. “You cannot blame yourself, you kept her safe and brought her back.”

Hunter didn’t say anything else, just nodded even though he didn’t fully believe the Jedi’s words and stayed where he was until Tech announced you would be fine.

It was a while longer before you had woken up, Hunter had sent the rest of the batch to help the 212th prepare their ships as he waited with you, ignoring the smirk Crosshair threw at him on his way out of the tent.

“Where am I?” You asked with a small wince as you tried to sit up but Hunter stopped you with a gentle hand to your shoulder.

“Relax, you’re back at the camp.” Hunter assured you and watched as you frowned before opening your eyes fully and mouthing his name causing him to chuckle softly. “You’re okay, Tech patched you up good as new.”

“Thank you for getting me back.” You smiled at him, bringing your hand up to wrap around his forearm and giving it a squeeze. “Did we win?”

“I told you we would.” Hunter couldn’t stop his own smile as you grinned tiredly at him.

“Never should have doubted you.” You told him, wincing again as you shifted. “I guess you’ll be heading off soon then.”

“Yeah,” Hunter sighed, not sure what it was about you that made it so hard to leave. “My boys are helping yours out and then we’ll be heading back to Kamino.”

“Thank you for your help, we couldn’t have done it without any of you.” You said, squeezing his arm again and Hunter finally let his hand slip from your shoulder down into your hand and squeezed back. “Hopefully our paths cross again, Sergeant.”

“It was an honour fighting alongside you, General.” Hunter smiled and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Call me Y/N.” You insisted and Hunter nodded at you, his smile widening at your laugh.

“I hope we meet again, Y/N.” He said and your smile turned soft as you nodded your agreement.

Before you could say anything the tent opened and somebody cleared their throat. When you looked up you saw Tech standing awkwardly with a data pad in hand.

“Sorry for the interruption.” He said as he looked from you to Hunter and down to your joined hands. “But we must be leaving.”

“Tech!” You smiled, watching as his eyes widened slightly behind his goggles. “I’m glad you’re here, I wanted to thank you for patching me up.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, really it wasn’t a problem, nothing that some bacta and rest won’t fix. Are you in any pain?” Tech asked as he stepped closer and watched as you shook your head.

“It’s a bit sore but it doesn’t hurt any more, thanks to you.” You said and watched him nod.

“Very good, you should be fine in a few hours but do be sure to rest.” Tech instructed and you nodded, thanking him again before turning to Hunter who hadn’t moved.

“See you around?” You asked with a small smile and Hunter nodded.

“If you ever need any help, comm us, Cody has our comm number I’ll make sure you get it.” Hunter told you and you nodded, murmuring another thank you before he stood.

He hesitated before he forced himself out of the tent after Tech, looking back over his shoulder to give you a final smile before disappearing from view, hoping to whatever Force was listening that this wouldn’t be the last time you met.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hey there!

first of all i wanted to just gush over how incredible your writing is and that i can’t stop re-reading all of your works! they’re just so good!

second i wanted to say how sorry i am to hear about your dog :(( i have a dog of my own and the thought of anything happening to him moves me to tears, so i truly share in your pain 💜

and lastly, i was wondering you’d do the Only One Bed ™️ trope with hunter and a fem!reader? NSFW is accepted and highly encouraged ;) but if you’re not feeling up to it, please put your mental health over this request!! much love 💜

Aloha!

Thank you so much! Very happy to read this. And thank you for your kind words regarding my dog 💚💚💚

Only One Bed trope, with Hunter.... NSFW, sure thing 😁

I don't know what I did here, but I got carried away. Couldn't decide the fluff and/or smut level, so I kinda mixed it up, and I'm not sure what this is, but it's a lot more than I had planned in the first place...

Hunter x Fem!Reader - One-Shot - The Tension Between Us

Warnings: Sexual Content/Suggestive/No Established Relationship (yet)/Smut/18+

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As Hunter and you are stranded in the small scout shuttle for technical reasons, you find yourselves on a very small abandoned outpost. Apparently, the tiny outpost has been abandoned for ages and was only designed for a single person, because there is only one bed. By necessity, you'll have to spend the night here until you're picked up, so you'll have to come to some sort of agreement on the sleeping situation.

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Oral Receiving/Dry Humping/PiV Sex/Fingering

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble, rolling your eyes. Frowning, Hunter asks, "How am I looking at you?" "Like it's any of my fault we got stranded here. The crash was a technical error, not mine." Hunter shakes his head and says patiently, "I'm not upset with you, or your flying skills, I'm upset with the situation." "It wasn't my flying skills though" you insist, already raising your finger in the air to back up the statement. Realizing you've acquired Tech's quirk, you quickly lower your hand again. You're definitely spending too much time with Clone Force 99, you realize. Hunter smiles barely noticeably, raises his hands placatingly, and says, "Yes, I know it was a technical issue. Still, we're stuck here now, and we've both been out for a while, the shuttle is junk and there's only one bed." You sigh and look at the bed, which is neither particularly large, nor particularly small, but in any case a bit too narrow for two adults who don't necessarily want to have physical contact. Hunter has a silly idea, he knows it's not particularly clever, but hears himself say it before he can stop the words from leaving his mouth. "We can both sleep in the bed, can't we? There's no fallback, and we're both adults, we've known each other for a while now. I don't think either of us needs to sleep on the floor." The surprised look you give him makes his insides tighten for a moment. But when you finally shrug your shoulders, nod and say, "Sounds reasonable," he relaxes again. However, seconds later, he's plagued by completely different worrisome thoughts. Yes, you've known each other for quite a while, almost a year, and for a few months now he's started fantasizing about you. At first, he was just attracted without really understanding what those feelings were. Hunter has had a few flings, but never a deeper relationship, that was not allowed anyway. Until now, he didn't have to deal with that either, but then you showed up. In the beginning he was only attracted to you, he feels comfortable around you, he trusts you, at work as well as personally. Then more and more factors came into play. At some point Hunter couldn't get enough of your scent, you started showing up in his wet dreams and at some point he started fantasizing about you too when he needed relief.

By now it's clear to him that he has a thing for you, both physically and emotionally, but Hunter has no idea how to deal with it. What's bothering him right now is the worry that he might dream about you again while you're in bed together. Tech had already pointed out to him that he sometimes talked in his sleep. That could be a problem. As you begin to take off your armor, he stares at you as if thunderstruck.

"What is it?" you ask, frowning and pausing in mid-motion. "You're getting undressed?" "Yes. I can't sleep in the full outfit. Can you?" Hunter shrugs uncertainly. "Sometimes." "But it's not necessary now. Basically we're not on duty, we're stranded but safe. So I'll put my gear down" As he still stares at you, you say teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll leave the blacks on, I'm not going to lay naked in bed with you". You can see him gulp, but then he smiles nervously and starts taking off his gear as well. "Okay, sounds reasonable" he says, trying hard not to look, not to admire the way the tight blacks hug your body.

But all he can think about is that you probably don't have anything on under the blacks, like most soldiers. He can't see any bra or panties showing underneath, anyway. He blinks several times, takes a deep breath, and forces his thoughts elsewhere. Hunter may be into you, but he has too much respect for you as a person and as a friend to gawk at you the way he would like to. When you finally lay down next to each other, barely a hand's width fits between you, so close that you can feel each other's body heat, and you can feel how tense he is next to you. You turn your head to look at him. Hunter stares at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as if he needs to hold himself. You frown and think for a while, watching him. You know that a certain tension has arisen between you, already a long time ago, something that cannot be avoided when you find the person you work so closely with attractive. Not only that, but you are sure he feels the same way you do, somehow you sense it, and sometimes you see it in the way he looks at you. He is outrageously handsome, in combination with his deep, slightly smoky voice, his skill as a soldier and the decent heart that beats under his breastplate, he is practically irresistible to you. But you know how regulations are, that clones aren't supposed to be in serious relationships, and you don't want just a fling with no real connection. The thought that he might be with other women if you don't work together for a while has kept you up many a night. But as far as you know, Hunter's last fling was about six months ago. It was about then that you noticed the way he was looking at you, that's when this weird tension started to develop between you. "You seem tense," you say quietly. Hunter swallows, he sighs softly, then says, "An unusual situation."

You talk for quite a while, about all sorts of things, until you feel that you both relax and eventually fall asleep. At some point during the night, however, you wake up, you feel a weight on your upper body and between your legs. Almost as if on cue, you feel warm between your thighs, even before you are fully awake. You blink, trying to get your eyes used to the darkness in the room.

Finally, you realize, one of Hunter's legs is between yours, slightly bent, his thigh right on your now heated center, one of his arms across your torso, almost like a hug. However, Hunter is asleep, probably doesn't even know what he's doing. His leg moves a little, the friction on your pubic creating a pulse that tingles in your pussy, and you clearly feel wetness gathering in the heated triangle between your thighs. Suddenly he seems to stop, he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes. His whole body tenses, trying to orient himself in the darkness. You know Hunter smelled your arousal, that's what woke him up. He seems confused at first about the situation you two are in. "Sorry," he mumbles as he realizes how close he came to you in his sleep and wants to pull away. Your hands claw into the top of his blacks, holding him in place, whereupon he reaches with one hand for the small lamp that stands beside the bed and turns it on. It's a fairly dim light, but strong enough for him to see your face. Your fingers are still clawing into the fabric on his chest. Hunter looks at you questioningly. You say, almost in a whisper, "Don't go away." He blinks, pauses. A barely noticeable smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, and you can see his pupils grow bigger almost instantly. He moves his thigh a little between yours, tensing his muscles, rubbing over your pussy. "You want me to stay right here?" He takes another deep breath, knowing full well you'll say yes. You nod and say, still almost whispering, "Yes."

His hand that was previously on the lamp moves to your hip and grips, while his thigh continues to apply friction and pressure to your center. By now the moisture of your arousal has seeped through the fabric and the smell is so intense for Hunter that his cock pressed against your thigh is hard as diamond. His senses and hormones are already dancing tango, everything in him is in passionate flames. He knows exactly, he will enjoy this a lot. But most of all, he wants you to melt into arousal, he wants you to have so much fun that you want to come to him again and again, that when you look at him, you can think of nothing else but his closeness. As he kisses you he is gentle yet hungry, his tongue is so quick in your mouth and has the upper hand that you feel a deliciously sweet helplessness. You trust Hunter, completely, you know you are safe with him. If it's up to you, he can do absolutely anything he wants to you. His lips part from yours, his thigh still pressed to your pubic, his lips close to yours he says in his smoky voice, "My senses are full of your scent, but I think it's time for more, every one of my senses wants to explore you."

Swimming in arousal, you say almost a little breathlessly, "Yes, please." Hunter smiles in satisfaction. He kneels over you, his knees to the left and right of your hips and his hands reach for the hem of the top of your blacks, pulling it up, slowly and deliberately. You watch him lick his lips as your breasts emerge from under the fabric. Then you bring your arms up, so he can pull the top over your head. But he doesn't pull it off you, he keeps your arms and the top of your head trapped in it. He ties the fabric together, so it stays in place. You can't see anything, only your mouth peeks out from under the fabric and your arms are fixed in it. Theoretically you can free yourself, Hunter doesn't want to restrain you, certainly not against your will, he's more interested in creating an erotic illusion. A hoarse moan comes over your lips as his close around one of your nipples and teasingly suck on it. His tongue plays with it, his fingers gently knead the soft flesh. With a lot of skill and passion, he takes care of your boobs with his hands and mouth, making you squirm and let out sweet little sighs. Then, quite unexpectedly, his hand wanders down on you, while his mouth is still playing with one of your nipples, and slips right under the fabric of your black's pants.

At first, you make a small, startled sound, and close your thighs around his hand. Hunter pauses, his mouth moves from your chest to your chin, kissing it gently, and he whispers, "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you, on the contrary. You trust me, don't you?" In response, you slowly open your thighs again and say in a whisper, "I trust you." "Good girl," he coos to you, kissing his way down your neck as his fingertips wander, carefully, gently, through your damp folds. "A good girl indeed, so wet for me". His words tingle under your skin, in your nerve endings. You could listen to his voice day and night, especially when he speaks to you as he does now. Hunter's fingertips find your clit and caress it playfully while his tongue dances circles around your nipple. Your hips automatically buck up, towards him, craving more. One of his fingers finds your opening and tickles it gently, teasingly. "You want to feel me there, don't you?" A hoarse, "Yes," passes your lips. Hunter withdraws his hand from you again, moving further down and pulling off the pants of your blacks, leaving you lying naked in front of him with your head and arms still trapped in your top. You feel his strong hands on your thighs and how he opens them, how his shoulders push in between. Shortly after, you feel his hot breath on your damp folds. His lips softly graze the insides of your thighs, slowly making their way to the center of your heat. You know what's coming, you're in aroused anticipation, yet the feeling as his tongue roams through your wet folds is almost overwhelming. You hear Hunter growl softly, like a predator descending on his prey, as his tongue and lips explore your pussy. Finally, he finds your clit and applies gentle, circular pressure with his tongue, eliciting sighs and moans from you.

Hunter's tongue gets faster and faster, everything inside you tingles, every muscle tensed in arousal, your pussy twitches impatiently and greedily. Then suddenly he lets go of your clit and drills his tongue deep into your opening with a growl, deep from his chest. Like a starving man he licks you out, drills his tongue into you again and again, fucking you with it while his hands have a firm grip on your thighs and your whole abdomen trembles with arousal.

Again and again you moan his name, it is divine, consistently on the threshold between maximum intensity and climax without tipping over, a wonderful, sweet agony. He keeps you on this threshold for quite a while, greedily absorbing your juices. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Hunter, fuck me!" His tongue slips out of your pussy, skims over it once more, circles your clit teasingly before he rises and releases your thighs. You hear soft rustling of clothes and squirm in your top that also serves as your bondage. Your arms are still trapped in it above your head, but your eyes now free to admire him. He is a positively stunning sight, steeled, beautiful. Tanned, tattooed skin stretches over hard muscles. Then your gaze drifts downward. His cock stands erect, hard, thick, gently curved, rounding out the perfect picture you have before you. You're so hungry to feel him inside you, you can feel your juices pooling in your pussy. He shows you a smirk as your eyes meet, he knows exactly what you're feeling, can sense it with practically every one of his senses and he loves it. He leans over you, propped up on his arms, his hips dipping between your thighs, his cock gently nudging your wet hole. "Are you ready for me, girl?" You nod eagerly, "Yes, absolutely ready." Hunter never dreamed this moment would come, but now it has, and he's enjoying every second to the fullest, your scent, every little sigh from you, every movement, just everything he soaks up like a sponge. He applies pressure, his cock parts your wet folds, slowly penetrates you inch by inch. He keeps an eye on your face, careful that you feel perfect. Every little excited twitch in your face is a feast for him, making his chest swell with pride and his heart beat up to his throat. He knows that yours has been pounding behind your ribs since the first moment he touched you, and he loves that beat.

The stretching is glorious, as he finally sinks all the way into you, as he is inside you, his hips nestled against your thighs, his body hovering over yours, it feels like you two are made for each other, perfectly adapted to each other. Feeling his hips between your thighs, him deep inside you, feels so right. You're so aroused and excited, your pussy twitching around his cock even before he moves inside you, eliciting a surprised moan. Hunter starts to move, slowly pulling his hips back and thrusting again.

As he speeds up, the bed beneath you begins to squeak in time with your movements, but neither of you mind. Soon the squeaking is mixed with the sound of bare skin meeting bare skin and the wet sound of his cock drilling deep into your pussy again and again. The friction of his pubic bone is right on your clit, the perfect combination. Your legs wrap around him to pull Hunter closer to you. Your hands wander hungrily over his strong back, his shoulders, and down his neck. He holds your gaze captive with his, penetrating deep into it as he moves inside you. The intensity increases steadily, exponentially. You can't look away, your faces so close together, your breath mixing, your panting and his huffing. However, as you near climax, your pussy tightening around his cock, his eyes roll back, he squeezes his eyes shut, you see his jaw muscles working and feel his thrusts become erratic, his thighs trembling with tension. Sweat gathers on his forehead "F-fuck... where? Where do you want me to-" You don't answer his question verbally, clenching your legs tighter around him, pushing his body tighter against yours as a result. Hunter tears open his eyes, a half-stuttered moan coming out of his mouth as your entire abdomen tightens, the pulse of your orgasm taking him with it. Shortly after, you feel him cum inside you, his seed filling your cleft. Two, three more lewd sounding wet thrusts into your filled pussy, and he stops, breathing heavily.

His gaze finds yours again, and you grin at him in satisfaction. He returns the gesture, then leans his sweaty forehead against yours and whispers, as if he doesn't want to ruin the moment, "I certainly didn't expect that to happen today". "Neither did I," you admit, "But I'm glad it happened." He laughs softly, gently. "Me too" He's still inside you, but you suddenly feel uncertainty rising inside you. "Is it going to happen again?" He chuckles. "Give me about 20 minutes" You say a little more seriously, "That's not what I meant". He lifts his head to look at you, his cock slowly softening inside you, but he doesn't leave your body yet. "You don't want to do it again?" "Yes, I do, but... Not just today." He smirks and says, "I like that thought".

You take a breath and say more boldly than you feel, "I want it to be more than a thought" Hunter looks at you thoughtfully, finally rolling off of you and getting wet wipes out of his backpack that is next to the bed. He helps you clean up, still seeming to be thinking as you wait tensely for a response. Finally, he says, lost in thought, "I never used to worry about that, I never had to worry about breaking that kind of rules." You feel your heart grow heavy in your chest. You watch Hunter dispose of the used wipes, then he lies back down with you, both of you still naked, and covers you both with the wool blanket from the emergency kit you had managed to salvage from the shuttle earlier. To your relief, he doesn't pull back thoughtfully, as you expected. He slides an arm under your shoulders and pulls you close to him. Hunter kisses your forehead, tasting the salt on your skin, and says, "I don't know what you'll face if we get caught, but I, for one, am willing to take the risk of being decommissioned."

Your fingertips brush over his chest, over the tattoo. "Are you sure?" you ask softly. Without hesitation, Hunter replies, "Absolutely sure." You snuggle closer into his embrace, then with a smirk you say, "How long will it take you to get ready for our next round?" He laughs softly, you feel the vibration in his chest before he says, "Just a few minutes, my beautiful."

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gloomwitchwrites · 3 months

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Fluffuary 2024 Masterlist (Star Wars Edition)

Five fluffy Star Wars one-shots during the month of February!

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist

Prompt 1: Planning the Future (complete) CT-7567 / Rex x Female Reader

Rex is a soldier of the Republic. A clone. And it is not worth daydreaming about what it would be like to have a family. But he does just that, not knowing that there is someone out in the galaxy waiting for him.

Prompt 2: Spooning / Cuddles (complete) Ben Solo x Reader

You give Ben comfort after a night terror.

Prompt 3: Marry Me (complete) Boba Fett x Female Reader

A young, handsome bounty hunter on Tatooine makes it a daily intention to ask you to marry him.

Prompt 4: Meet Ugly (complete) Hunter (Bad Batch) x Reader

A misidentification of a target lands Hunter in a messy entanglement.

Prompt 5: I Love You (complete) Din Djarin x Female Reader

Din Djarin admits what he wants.

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soka-writes-things · 2 months

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Two Hearts Beat as One

hunter x soka

word count: 1.9k

summary: times are rough and a mission gone wrong seems to be the breaking point for hunter and soka. apart from each other, they struggle to regain peace, but together it seems like the galaxy may have gone to sleep just for them. their beating hearts remind them of their humanity and that sometimes, sometimes it’s necessary to cry.

warnings: mentions of ptsd, panic attack, sensory overload

authors note: ✮⋆˙ this lil snippet is apart of a bigger story that focuses on soka (my personal character) and her adventures with the bad batch throughout the three seasons of TBB. the current working title is "A Senator with a Spark", so if you're interested in following soka's story, just make sure to keep an eye out in the fairytale library <3

p.s happy valentines day! (though im two days late to the party lol)

They had finished the mission successfully.

Good.

Great.

...not so great. They had gotten their pay and had eaten some Mantell mix as a reward, but something was still nagging Soka. After the close run in, everything started to seem too much. Everything was so loud, so strong, so deafening to her. She could smell every scent, feel the slightest of tremors, hear everything and even her own breathing was starting to bug her.

She gulped to try and force air down her throat but the sound was so loud to her ears that she had to forcibly restrain her hands from clawing at her throat.

She stood up from her seat in the cantina, the Batch around her barely acknowledging her movements. Tech and Echo were whispering about something over a tablet, Hunter was sat at the barstools and leaning over his datapad, Wrecker and Omega were laughing loudly as they chewed obnoxiously on their Mantell Mix and the sound of the beeping console as they tried to beat each other at d'jarik and everything was just so loud.

Soka passed by Wrecker and Omega, swiping a small amount of Mantell Mix and forced it down her throat, trying to prevent herself from closing the hole with her own hands.

She made her way over to the Marauder and clambered up the opened steps, not bothering to make sure that it closed behind her. Soka slipped into the cockpit and sunk down into the corner closest to the door, breathing in the dark smells of metal and oil. As disgustingly terrible as the smells could be sometimes, she found it to be very soothing at that moment.

She let herself crumble into the wall as she calmed herself, the noises from the engine now seeming to be lulling and the overwhelming darkness at the edge of her mind had calmed into a soft grey.

Everything was finally at peace and Soka mentally scolded herself for making such a big deal about a sensory overload to the point where she had to leave everyone. She usually could get over it in the presence of others without alerting them, so she didn't know why she felt the need to seclude herself in the cockpit.

The soft thrum of the engine, the smell of metal and oil and a bit of dirt from their missions, the faint dust that lingered in the air, the sound of her own breathing and the dark sky outside. Beautiful, slow and quiet... just for her.

Soka stayed in her place on the floor as she stared outside at the planets and stars that littered the sky. She was so immersed by the multitude of colors, she didn't notice the sound of the ramp opening and someone stumbling inside.

The door to the cockpit opened, making Soka tense and snap her head up at the intruder. She slumped once more when she realized it was Hunter, only to find that he seemed to be so shaken by something, he barely noticed her presence.

He stumbled over to the pilot's chair and pushed himself into it, curling on himself and holding his legs with his hands.

Soka's eyes widened as she watched Hunter's breathing become faster and faster and faster and- her eyes snapped to his hands, watching as they shook intensely.

His whole body was shaking actually, and his eyes were flicking back and forth between some of the buttons on the board. Soka frowned as she watched him, before realizing that he was having a panic attack.

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Hunter slouched over his datapad at the bar, his finger tapping against the table in a fast motion. Everything was so loud and it made his head pound in protest.

The edges of his vision were rimmed in shadows, the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. He could hear every heartbeat, every breath, every movement, smell every drink, every food, everything.

The electromagnetic waves from the datapad and holograms and holotables just kept his headache pounding and pounding as if it was trying to escape.

He couldn't handle it. It was too much, but why was it too much? Was it the mission? He could tell it had also bothered the others but why was he so particularly affected by it?

Hunter heard someone rustle behind him, sounding like they grabbed some Mantell Mix and he listened as their footsteps retreated from the cantina.

A dash of teal hair caught his vision and Hunter stared at the door Soka had just left out of.

Too much. Too much. Too loud. Too noisy. Too smelly. Strong. Super strong smells. Why, why was it affecting him so much today?

Hunter's finger picked up the pace on the counter, drilling a dent into the metal as he continued to tap at an annoyingly fast pace. The usually enjoyable environment felt sour today, as if everyone's eyes were watching his every move as he continued to panic from everything.

Hunter abruptly stood up, making his batch mates briefly look over at him at the random movement. Hunter stared back at them, trying to make sure that they couldn't see how much he was panicking. Upon realizing he was okay, everyone turned back to what they were doing.

A shaky breath escaped him and he left the cantina as fast as he could without looking suspicious.

He practically ran to the Marauder, every step he took sounded so loud to his ears, making him feel dizzy and sick at the sound.

A small part of him was relieved that he remembered his way to the Marauder in his state of distress, and once he got close enough, the ramp moved down to open for him.

Hunter raced up the steps and practically burst into the cockpit in his panic. He noticed a shadow jump in the corner of his vision, but ignored it as he stumbled over to the pilot chair.

He sat down roughly in the seat, dragging his legs up to his chest and clutching them like it was his lifeline. He felt silly like this, like a child who was scared of the imaginary rancor under their bed.

Hunter's fingers pinched into his legs, trying to make him feel anything to distract him from everything. His heartbeat thudded in his chest and he leaned his head back and tried to force some air down his throat but it only made him want to vomit.

Stop.

Stop!

Hunter's fingers raked across his legs, tugging and itching at the armour. His vision dimmed and he struggled to get a proper breath in. Too much. Too much.

Hunter's eyes flicked back and forth between random buttons that blinked innocently at him. His breathing became faster and faster till he wasn't even breathing, he was trying to rid the air of his system.

A hand landed softly on his shoulder, making him jump in his seat and swat at the hand in self defense.

The hand moved and a shadowy figure kneeled in front of him, a murky voice speaking to him, "...nter. Hunter."

Hunter's eyes focused, the darkness retreating to the edge of his vision again and he recognized that Soka was kneeling in front of him.

Hunter swallowed thickly, his eyes bouncing between her irises, taking in her every feature. "..yeah?"

His voice cracked as he spoke, struggling to get the word out. The air continued to sprint through his throat and his fingers didn't stop twitching and scratching and itching, but his gaze remained on her.

"Hunter, I think you are having a panic attack, most likely started by a sensory overload."

Hunter didn't answer but continued to stare at Soka, his body shaking.

"Hunter, I'm going to need you to try to breathe while I walk you through your panic attack, okay? Just squeeze my hand to respond." Soka put out her hand, letting Hunter's shaky hand grasp it and squeeze it tightly.

"I'm going to need you to do something that might trigger your senses again, but it's going to help with your panic attack." Hunter squeezed Soka's hand again.

"Okay, I'm going to need you to name three things you see." Soka nodded encouragingly at Hunter.

A raspy voice replaced Hunter's usual strong, deep one as he mumbled, "You... the buttons... the chairs."

Soka smiled warmly, squeezing his hand lightly. "Good. Now name three sounds you hear."

Hunter squeezed Soka's hand tightly as his eyes widened slightly, panicking that his senses would go overload again. Soka swiftly moved her available hand to Hunter's chest, right above his heart. "Listen to my heart, and tune it with yours."

Hunter took in a shaky breath, regaining a slight control of his breathing, and tuned into the steady beat of Soka's heart.

"I hear your heart." He muttered, the soft thudding calming him almost immediately. Soka smiled, a breathy chuckle escaping her. "Good."

"I hear your voice and your laughter." He continued before peering up at Soka through his lashes like a bashful child. At times like this, is when Soka remembered that mentally, all the clones were super young compared to their physical features.

"Finally, I'm going to need to you move three parts of your body." Soka said, making Hunter squeeze in response.

Hunter shifted his leg, moved his arm that was holding Soka's hand, and breathed in deeply as he rolled his head.

Soka softly nodded her head, moving to get up but Hunter tugged at her hand lightly.

"It still smells so strong." He whispered, eyes dropping to stare at her nose in embarrassment. Soka leaned back down again, before placing her hand gently over his nose, releasing the calming pheromones that Zeltron's use to soothe others.

Hunter's breath tickled her hand as he breathed in lightly, his tense body relaxing as he leaned into the chair.

After a few moments, Hunter moved his head away from Soka's hand. "Sorry." He muttered, looking down at his hands.

Soka shook her head gently as she tilted Hunter's face to look at her. "There's nothing to be sorry for. You had a sensory overload which formed a panic attack and I suspect you might've regressed in your time of panic. Counting the PTSD and anxiety issues I've noticed from the Batch, you have all the more reasons to need time to collect yourself, or need someone to help calm you down."

Hunter breathed in deeply, and let out the breath. He slowly nodded, squeezing Soka's hand in a thank you manner. "Would you like for me to stay?" She asked, her warm hand continuing to be a comfort.

Hunter nodded after a moment, and shifted in the small cockpit chair to allow Soka to sit with him. Even with his sensory issues, Soka and her warm hands were very calming and Hunter didn't mind her presence.

They sat together in silence as they stared at the stars in the galaxy out of the cockpit window. Soka's eyes were drooping and her head lolled, dropping forward as a breathy sigh came from her. Hunter glanced over at Soka, noticing her slumped position that threatened to pull her from the chair.

Hunter brought his hand to the back of Soka's head and gently guided it to his shoulder, her hair and breath ticking his neck. He placed his own head on hers, listening to her slow heartbeat, and it lulled him into a sleep as well.

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