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Stargazing

Hunter x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You’re having a rough time with how the last few months have gone, the stress is wearing on you. Hunter distracts you with some constellations.

Word count: 1324

@a-lil-perspective I heard you needed some Hunter fluff! @shadows-fan-space came up with the idea and I wrote it!

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You have grown weary in the last few months, the constant stress taking its toll, between the constant jobs that Cid doled out and Crosshair and The Empire trying to catch up with the squad it was like you just couldn’t catch your breath.

The team had stopped on Commenor for supplies and fuel, landing after dark. Echo, Wrecker and Tech had gone into the smaller town, hellbent on spending what little extra they had to get at least a little tipsy. You and Hunter decided to stay behind with a sleeping Omega, the girl doesn't get nearly as much rest as she should.

You run your hand over the battered hull of the Marauder, an inspection you promised to complete for Tech, your torch highlights the dings and scratches, the poor girl can only take so much more before she will need significant repairs. You try not to let thoughts of finances and credits take over your thoughts as you tip your head back, the stars above are beautiful, the ship being far enough away from the town that the light pollution doesn’t cloud the sky.

You turn off your torch, and take several steps back, not taking your eyes off of the sky. The wind rustles the grass, the smell of dew following close behind. Insects chirp into the night air, all in all it's incredibly peaceful, a quiet kind of beauty.

You gracefully fold yourself, sitting cross legged, and leaning back on your hands. Eventually you lean back, letting your head rest against the soft grass.

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Hunter had grown worried, the sounds of your hands against the hull of the ship had abruptly stopped, only the wind and the sounds of chirping insects fill the night air.

He lays down his datapad gently, standing and making his way to Omega’s room, peeking in on her to ensure she is safe and sound, brushing her hair away from her face, she doesn’t even stir.

His fingers dance over his blade, holstered on his vambrace, he needs to be prepared for anything.

He slinks out of the open hatch silently, he breathes a sigh of relief when he sees you, sprawled out across the grass, your eyes focused on the stars. He knows you're not in trouble, your heartbeat and breathing are slow and steady. It seems as though you are merely stargazing, taking advantage of the quiet.

He doesn’t know what to do with this feeling in his chest quite yet. The warmth blossoms out and a smile spreads across his face as he just watches you. His eyes flit to the same stars and he makes up his mind.

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The sound of footsteps alert you to someone coming but the gait is familiar so you don’t look at him just yet, keeping your eyes trained on the stars.

You finally look at him when he plops down beside you, “You had me worried for a second.” His head tipped back.

He was worried? “Oh, sorry.” You didn’t mean to make him worry like that. “I got distracted.” You point to the stars.

The small smile he gives you makes your heart flutter, “Mind if I join you?” He asks.

“No, not at all.” You scoot over just a bit for him,

He lays down beside you, hands resting on his stomach. You sit in silence for a few more moments before he speaks up, “Are you alright?”

You sigh, “I’m tired.” You answer truthfully.

He huffs out a laugh, “Yeah, I get that.”

You change the subject quickly, “Omega was still asleep when you left?”

He nods, “Like a rock.”

You focus back on the stars, “Good, she needs it.”

There’s another beat of silence.

Hunter points to a cluster of stars above, “They call that constellation the Jeweled Lizard,” He motions with a gloved finger to a cluster of five stars. At first glance all you see is stars with no rhyme or reason to them. “See the tail?”

You blink trying to see the lizard, and okay, you could kind of see what they were saying, “Do you think he has a name?” Your tired brain blurts out before you can catch the words.

Hunter looks at you, “He looks like a Joe.” He says not missing a beat.

The laughter howls out of you, making you curl up and rock to the side. Hunter holds onto you as he too laughs, the hardest he has since everything has gone to hell.

When you both finally calm down, you notice your head has landed on his shoulder, devoid of its usual pauldron and his arm is still sung over your waist. There’s an easy smile on his face, one you haven’t seen since before the end of the war.

Your heart pounds, betraying what you’re about to do to him but you can’t seem to care. You close your eyes and lean in, your lips pressing against his.

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He hears your heart pound and speed up before your eyes flit to his lips. He doesn’t have the time to even blink before you’re leaning in, your lips are soft and warm and so much more than anything he imagined. His eyes flutter shut, just taking you in, your scent, the sound of your steady heart, the feel of your skin.

He lets you pull away first, you barely separate from him, just enough to breathe. Your eyes flutter open, “I- Uh. Sorry. I don’t-” You start to stutter and he can feel the heat of your blush.

“Shh, Mesh’la.” He breathes before reconnecting your lips, kissing you with his whole self. Everything fades away, Crosshair, The Empire, he lets all of his worries melt away as he kisses you deeper, tangling a hand into the hair at the nape of your neck.

The kisses ease up, becoming lazy and slow, before long you pull away from him and rest your head on his chest. He looks back up at the stars, gently running his fingers through your hair.

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Hunter points to the stars again, his finger traces six stars in the shape of a heart, “Cor Meum, they say those who are born under it have no problems finding love or happiness.” He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. He points to another, “And that one there,” He traces what looks like a dagger, “Is Machairi, the dagger represents an ancient god of protection.”

“Where did you learn all of this?” You ask, looking up at his face.

He smiles, “Tech.”

You laugh, “Figures.” You smile fondly at the thought of the genius spilling the information, pulling up a map of the stars to show his Sargent.

The cool breeze blows through the clearing, sending goosebumps down your arms, you shuffle closer to Hunter and he pulls you into him, “We should go inside.” He mumbles as he rubs the warmth back into your skin.

You yawn, “Just a little longer.”

Hunter kisses your forehead, not pulling away, “Few more minutes, then we need to get some sleep.” He mumbles against your skin.

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The others stop dead in their tracks when they crash through the clearing, their shouts and jeers going silent when they see the two of you curled up on the ground together, fast asleep.

“Gods, finally!” Echo groans, “Watching them pine over each other was getting old.”

Tech snaps a picture using his visor.

“Should we wake them up?” Wrecker tries to whisper.

“You were loud enough to wake the dead.” Hunter’s voice rings out and they all freeze, “But, not loud enough to wake them and we need to keep it that way.” He threatens them.

Echo waves them on and the other two follow him into the ship.

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Hunter looks down at you, sleeping peacefully against his chest. He presses a kiss to your hair before his eyes focus back on the stars, for once not worrying about what's to come.

#the bad batch #star wars #Star Wars: The Bad Batch #bad batch hunter #sargent hunter #bad batch Tech #bad batch wrecker #bad batch crosshair #hunter x reader #x reader #fluff

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