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talesfrommedinastation · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday means I finally start going at something I’ve been stewing on for a while: characters from The Bad Batch as characters from The Blackfyre Rebellion, a conflict that takes place between House of the Dragon and Game of Thrones.

It all started because, upon watching the first episode of TBB, I realized that Daddy Warcrimes Crosshair was a PERFECT Brynden Rivers/Bloodraven. Longer hair, medieval clothes, and boom. That's him. Pack it up, we're done. HBO, I'm waiting for my contract as a showrunner, thanks.

And Hunter? Let's give him the same wardrobe, drop the bandanna, color his hair silver-gold and his eyes purple and....there. There's the beautiful Targaryen bastard prince Daemon Blackfyre in all of his glory.

Oh and these guys are half-brothers, as is Daeron II, who will be played by Tech, and Aegor Rivers/Bittersteel, who is Wrecker, for sure.

The ladies? Their sisters, Daenerys (not the one from GOT) and Shiera Seastar are absolutely Omega and Emerie Karr. With Targaryen coloring. Errrybody getting a silver wig here.

I'm coloring them all in and will post as soon as I can. I needed something out of my Expanse/multiverse world and this was perfect.

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Where my Daddy Warcrimes/Daddy Rambo fans at?

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Hunter – Enemy Mine 10 - The Hunter

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst

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The hunt for you, is not over yet

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What Happened Before:

Enemy Mine

Part 2 - No Way Out

Part 3 - Turning Tables

Part 4 - Beneath The Surface

Part 5 - Priorities

Part 6 - Choices

Part 7 - Not So Welcome

Part 8 - The Uncertain

Part 9 – Deception

The Hunter

Living up to his name, Hunter picks up your trail. He has already smelled you, clearly, the scent tickles his nerve endings, so appealing. Hunter sighs softly, he knows he's lost, has fallen for you, but you're already running from him again. But now it's not about you and him, it's about the sensitive information you stole, he needs to get it back in his possession, this time for good. His eyes scan the surroundings very carefully. He knows you're here somewhere, not only that he senses you, he feels it in his bones, in every fiber of his body. He shakes himself, trying to get rid of this feeling, this thought of wanting you for reasons other than the stolen information. Then he sees a figure, just very briefly, very hurriedly darting around a corner. He hasn't even seen you long enough to really say it's you, but Hunter knows it's you and immediately sets off in pursuit. Over his com, he tells the others, "I saw her. Keep an eye on the landing platform."

You have a not insignificant problem, you don't know your way around here at all. Of course, you have maneuvered yourself into a dead end, between two houses. There is a door to your right, but it is locked. "I really thought we had an understanding." You recognize the voice behind you, and immediately a shiver runs down your spine. Slowly you turn around and there you see him standing. Hunter, he has his helmet tucked under his right arm and looks outrageously handsome. Your heart beats faster, you can already feel your body adjusting to fight or flight, flooding you with adrenaline. He frowns, can see and feel what's going on in your body. With a sigh, he asks, "Still confrontational? I must say you have more fight in you than I expected." You don't dignify his statement with an answer, but keep a wary eye on him, watching for any movement, any change in his posture. You know how fast, how skilled he is, you wouldn't underestimate him again. Problem is, he probably wouldn't underestimate you, either. "Okay," he says quietly, putting his helmet back on and continuing, "I'm going to be honest with you. I can't let you share this information. Either way, I'm getting the data stick back. However, I would prefer not to have to hurt you in the process." You blink, weighing your options. The alley is too narrow, you can't scurry past him. The wall behind you is too high. Then, like a gift of fate, the door next to you opens and a young man with two trash bags stands next to you, looking at you in surprise. There is no time to think, you ram him aside into Hunter's path, dart through the door and pull it into the lock behind you. You heard him swear, but you don't have time to savor your little triumph, you're sure his brothers are around somewhere, and even if not, Hunter won't give up. You find yourself in a kitchen of a restaurant, followed by curses from the staff, you make your way into the next room, but you don't go to the main room, instead you head for a side entrance, in the main room you already see Hunter winding his way through the row of guests, hurrying in your direction. But you are out in front of him again and immediately start running. Not knowing where to go, you just run. It doesn't take long before you hear quick footsteps behind you. You don't have to turn around to know that Hunter is on your heels again. Every nerve ending is tingling, your body is working at full speed under adrenaline, you are faster than you expected yourself to be. There's an agitation inside you that's mixed with a strange euphoria. The hunt doesn't just scare you, there's also this strange rush, this quiet desire to be caught.

You try hard to brush off this feeling, not to think about how his hands felt on your naked body, not to think about the soft tone he spoke to you with or how good he is at kissing. There is so much more at stake here for you, you can't let it affect you, you realize. You know he's catching up even though you're giving it your all, his quick steps are getting closer. You can already hear his fast breathing through the modulator in his helmet. Then he reaches out, grabbing your arm as you turn into another alley. You turn, trying to tear yourself away. The sleeve of your jacket slips in his grip, but Hunter reaches out and finally his second hand grabs on as well. Your momentum yanks you both to the ground, and he's suddenly on top of you. You scream, automatically, partly out of shock, partly out of frustration. You try to kick him, but he wedges your legs between his. The next moment, your scream dies away under his gloved hand. "Easy, girl," he says urgently, "don't make this any harder than it has to be." You flail around, trying to pry his arms from you, but he's much stronger than you are. His free hand heads for the hem of your shirt, and you try to stop him. "Is the stick back in your bra?" he asks, breathing heavily with exertion. His fingers are on their way to where he thinks the stick is when a shadow looms over you. Normally you can't sneak up on Hunter that easily, but right now he's plenty distracted. You're both plenty surprised when he gets yanked off of you with a jerk, nearly ripping your shirt in the process. "What the-" Hunter is spun through the air and thrown against a wall of a building. Before he can even collect himself and react, two huge, strong hands grab him and pin him to the wall of the house. Your rescuer is huge and very hairy. A Wookie. You are so surprised that you can only stare at the scene for the moment. "You're honored to want to protect her, but it's not what it looks like," Hunter squeezes out. He goes to reach for his blaster, but realizes he's lost it in the scuffle with you on the ground. You both see the weapon at the same moment. Hunter can't move at the moment, but you can and you grab the gun.

The Wookie yells at him in his guttural language, so close and so loud that Hunter's ears ring even through his helmet. He's on a neutral planet, not one that belongs to the Republic, and even if he were, Hunter's armor isn't exactly a regular Republic uniform. To the Wookie, he probably looked like a mercenary who just went down a back alley to prey on an innocent female passerby.

The Wookie looks at you briefly and rumbles something in your direction, with a nod of his head, much gentler than he had communicated with Hunter. "Thank you," you say quietly, "I'm fine, you intervened in time. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't saved me." The Wookie coos in satisfaction and nods again, then growls again at Hunter and pushes him higher up the wall. You take advantage of the moment, as both are distracted, to run away.

Tech and Echo have their eyes on the landing site. "What's taking him so long?" asks Echo, annoyed. Tech, who has his eye on the southern part of the landing platform, says matter-of-factly, "I don't think Hunter is on the case. He's influenced by his feelings for this woman." Echo grumbles, "Maybe, but he's still going to do what's necessary no matter what he feels." Tech nods slowly and agrees, "Probably." Suddenly, Echo exclaims, "That's Hunter, but he's alone". Tech turns to him and faces their sergeant along with Echo. Hunter is wearing his helmet under his arm with a long crack in it, he is limping a bit and looks upset. Also, his blaster is missing. "What happened?" asks Echo, frowning when Hunter is within earshot. Hunter growls, "I had an unpleasant run-in with a Wookie". "And you're still alive. Not bad," Echo says with raised eyebrows. On the southern part, Tech should be eyeing, a cargo shuttle takes off. Hunter stares at it. "Did you see who got on that?" Tech meekly admits, "No, we were just distracted." "All aboard immediately, in pursuit of the freighter!" growls Hunter, limping up the ramp into the Marauder.

"We keep getting calls from the Omicron shuttle that's been following us," the freighter captain says nervously. "Ignore it, get us in position for a hyperspace jump," you say urgently. The captain frowns, shakes his head nervously, and says, "Well, I don't know about that-" Your patience is wearing thin; you're certainly not going to be recaptured because of this idiot. You pull out the blaster set to stun and shoot him. You could apologize later when you're safe. You give more thrust to get out of orbit and already prepare a hyperjump. There are only seconds left until you can activate it, then the nightmare will be over. But your hand hesitates, very briefly admittedly, but long enough for the crew of the Marauder to decide to fire on your engines. "SHIT!" you curse angrily at yourself. You know you hesitated because of him, because you feel that connection, want to have that connection with Hunter. But now you regret that hesitation, because you're trundling around, unable to maneuver, with no chance of escape. It only takes a brief moment, then you hear and feel the vibration as the Marauder docks with the freighter. There are no escape pods, you are trapped.