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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Hunter x fem/royalty reader. I've been reading the amount I could find but there aren't that many. You don't have to, but I would love it if you could. Have a nice day!

With how popular this trope is, there should be A LOT more fics of it out there 😌

PS- as a bonus enjoy my favorite HunterxRoyal!Reader by my dear @emperor-palpaminty

Notes: Escape from an arranged marriage, fake kidnapping, female reader, rekindling an old romance. Sidenote whatever tumblr did to update its desktop posting is terrible and I hate it plz put that thing back where it came from.Word Count: 3227

Let Your Heart Win (Hunter x Royal!Reader)

"Are you ready, my lady?"

Your old nanny tried her best to sound upbeat and excited, you had to give her credit for that. You braced yourself, and looked in the mirror. If this day ended the way it was supposed to, you would never be fully prepared for what each day would hold for you. If it all went terribly wrong, you would be trapped for the rest of your life, which, from the disposition of your fiance, could be anywhere from twenty-four hours to the rest of your miserable, agonizing years.

Grand Admiral Vance was not one to be trifled with.

On your homeplanet, green was worn on wedding days to signify life and joy, but the ornate green and gold robe your mother had worn on her wedding day was far too heavy and ominous for the joy it was supposed to bring.

There was a soft knock at your door, and one of your maids answered it. Your father entered, his crown slightly askew and dark circles bagging beneath his eyes.

He ran to you and hugged you tightly. You dismissed your maids, of course you would want to spend tie with your father before you were married.

"Did the message go through?" You whispered through the lump in your throat.

Your father nodded. "Avi Singh was true to his word. The extraction team should be touching down now."

Your heart raced in anticipation. Now all they had to do was break through Admiral Vance's security, which, according to your father's old friend from Raxus, wouldn't be a problem.

"It will be alright, my blossom," your father promised, "I will be by your side the whole day."

Before you could voice any more of your worries, Vance's personal guard burst into your room without fanfare, to escort the king and his daughter to her wedding.

You held your father's arm tightly. Vance's guards formed up closely around you, to prevent any of your father's men from helping you escape. none of your people were happy with the new Empire, and they knew it. Your father had encouraged his people not to rebel for their safety, but they refused to listen. Admiral Vance had been personally assigned by the Emperor to ensure a firm hold on your system, and he had approached your father with a plan. Hand over control peacefully, or face a bloodbath.

Your planet had lost so much during the Clone Wars, and your father insisted as much to the Admiral. your people were stubborn, they would revolt either way. You still shivered at the memory of Vance's eyes on you at that comment. As your father's only heir, you were present at all his meetings to prepare to take the crown one day, and Vance knew this.

He'd presented the final ultimatum to your father. The people loved their princess, and would never want any harm to come to her. You could marry the Admiral, and he would legally become next in line for the throne, or the Empire would wipe out your people from the skies.

You agreed, only for your people.

That was only two weeks ago. there had barely been time to perform any of the proper rituals before your wedding, and during that time, your father heard how one of his old friends, Avi Singh, had escaped the empire's hold. Desperate to protect his only child, your father called in secret to ask how he had done it.

By the end of the day, you would know Senator Singh's experience for yourself.

The doors of the cathedral opened with a fanfare that sounded more like a funeral march than a wedding march. The guests stood solemnly, and more than a few tears were shed on your behalf as your father walked you down the aisle. You stared straight ahead, determined to put on a brave face for your people and let Vance know that he had no control over you.

Approaching the altar could only be done with your husband-to-be. At the foot of the dias, your father kissed your cheek.

"I love you," He whispered with tears in his eyes. You tried to hold onto his hand as long as you could. If all went well, this could be the last time you ever saw him.

Impatiently, Vance snatched your hand away, and nearly dragged you up the stairs as you tried to preserve what dignity you had left. His white suit was as stiff as a tree, how could he be comfortable in that? The old priest gave you a sympathetic smile in pity, and you nodded in respect. He began to recite the old vows of marriage. Vance's mustache twitched in irritation as the mantras droned on and on, and you silently prayed that Senator Singh's extraction team was taking advantage of the time provided to them.

Then, a shadow flickered behind the stained glass windows. One to your left, one on the right, close by Admiral Vance's men, and one hulking figure in the window, just above the altar.

Several members of the audience gasped, but before any of the Admiral's men could do anything, all the windows in the chapel shattered.

Vance screamed, and you saw the glass embedded in his arm as you bent down to cover yourself. Blaster bolts whizzed overhead as smoke filled the room. You coughed as your eyes watered, blurring your vision.

"Hurry, Princess, this way," Someone grabbed your arm. It wasn't harsh enough to be Vance's men, and you didn't recognize any of the voices of your guard. It was time to go.

You nodded, and let them help you to your feet, casting aside your wedding robe. You trusted their guidance as their arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you through the crowd and out into a side hallway that was also full of smoke. You could faintly make out a helmet that had to be helping them keep their senses in the smoky haze, but you had to wait until they found one of their companions to offer you a rebreather.

"Deep breaths, your highness," A new voice said, their hand squeezed your shoulder as both of them helped you out into the side gardens. the overgrowth provided the perfect cover from Vance's men as you caught your breath.

You wiped your eyes on your sleeve, and coughed up some of the ash from the smoke.

"Guess Wrecker's plan worked a little too well," The second rescuer chuckled. "What's Tech's ETA?"

You blinked up at your first rescuer as your vision cleared. They had long, shoulder-length curls, and half of their face was etched in a tattoo you knew too well.

"Hunter?"

He chuckled half-heartedly. "Hey Princess."

Two years of heartbreak ran through your mind in two seconds, before a familiar engine sounded overhead.

"Time to go!" You didn't recognize Hunter's companion, but he wore the same kind of armor as the rest of the Bad Batch, so you knew you could trust him.

Tech let down two grappling cables from the Marauder. Hunter wrapped his arm around your waist, yanking you against his chest as he took the first one. You wrapped your arms around his chest as you were suspended in the air for a brief moment before being pulled aboard the ship.

"Hey Princess! Long time no see!" Wrecker grinned at you as he yanked their other friend aboard. the ramp closed just as the alarms sounded in the city below, and the momentum from the engines threw you off your feet into hunter's chest. He still wouldn't let go of you.

"You alright?" He whispered. You were frozen at the tender gesture with which he pushed your hair back from your face, as if you hadn't broken his heart the last time he saw you.

This was not what you had expected of the extraction team.

The self-proclaimed "Bad Batch" had helped you free your planet from Separatist control halfway through the war. The Republic thought your planet a lost cause, but you had begged for help to free your father from a Separatist prison. Clone Force Ninety-Nine was your saving grace.

At first, their Sergeant's complete disregard for protocol and rules had driven you insane, until he had pointed out that they were breaking all sorts of rules to even come and help you in the first place. Then they had stayed around to free your planet even after your father was rescued. There was no one you trusted in the galaxy more than the Bad Batch.

But did they trust you?

"I-I'm fine," You whispered, pushing away from him to catch your breath.

"Hi! I'm Omega! What's your name?"

They had a child with them. Oh gods, they had a child with them. And all the same, this child beamed up at you. She had the same bright, shining eyes that Hunter did, and she smiled without hesitation.

"Uh...hi?" You introduced yourself, and little Omega pulled you to sit down in one of the Marauder's old worn seats.

"Hunter says that you're a princess. Do you have a crown?" She asked.

"Ah- not anymore?"

"Oh. Well, what about a prince?" She pressed.

"That's who she was trying to escape from, Omega," The new clone said gently.

"Hunter's 'er prince!" Wrecker laughed loudly, and you flushed.

"Wr-Wrecker!" Hunter scolded, looking just as flustered as you felt.

"Hunter's a prince?" Omega's nose wrinkled in confusion.

"Echo! Wrecker! Would you and Omega help me with the calculations for hyperspace? We still have to escape the Imperial fleet!" Tech shouted loudly.

Though confused, the one named Echo pulled Wrecker and Omega into the cockpit, shutting you and Hunter alone in the hold.

Hunter awkwardly cleared his throat. "Are...are you okay?" He asked. You nodded quickly as the awkwardness sank deep into your bones.

"I'm fine."

You sat up straight, the only way you knew how to deal with embarrassing situations, but the ship shook with blasterfire and you fell out of your seat and on top of Hunter, sending both of you sprawling onto the floor.

Wrecker sprinted from the cockpit, leaping over the two of you as he pulled himself up into the gunner's tail.

"Sorry! Tech said not ta interrupt ya so you could talk but we gotta get rid of these fighters!"

"Since when was Tech giving the orders?" You shook your head, running a hand through your hair.

"He's not," Hunter grumbled. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, pulling both of you to your feet. He sat you back in the seat and pulled the crash webbing over your head before settling in the seat next to you.

"Hunter, are you okay?" You asked. The ship shook again, and you gripped the bar with all your strength.

"Tech, how much longer until we can jump?" Hunter shouted. He ignored your question.

"We just have to clear this Venator-" the ship jerked to the side to avoid a collision.

"Hunter, I just want to say-"

"Echo, Omega better be strapped in-"

"She's fine, Hunter!" Echo snapped back.

"Hunter, for the love of force would you just look at me!?" You screamed.

The ship lurched forward into hyperspace, and you discovered your crash webbing was not as secure as it should have been. You fell from the seat again, but before you could crash onto the floor, Hunter was free of his restraints and caught you, braced between the rows of seats.

Both of you breathed heavily as the ships interior glowed with the familiar blue of hyperspace, unable to look anywhere but at each other.

"Is everyone alright back there?" Omega asked innocently.

You and Hunter scrambled back to your feet. Instead of meeting his eyes, you fixed your gaze on the doorway.

"Thank you, Sergeant," You said.

Hunter sighed. "Anytime, your highness."

He was annoyed. the only time he used that title with you was when you were driving each other insane. He definitely didn't like the idea of coming to rescue you after everything that had occured between the two of you. Might as well make it worth his while.

Tech appeared in the doorway, and glared past the two of you. Wrecker was still watching from the gunner's tail. At Tech's silent scolding, he slowly edged past the two of you and into the cockpit. The door slid shut again, and you were once more alone with Hunter, though it was clear that neither of you were happy for it.

"My father gave me the comm frequency for Senator Singh. As soon as we get somewhere safe I'll give him the signal to wire whatever price you name."

Hunter's eyes shot to yours, burning with fury.

"You think we came to get you...all because of money? You really think so low of me, your highness?"

You shrugged instead of trembling under his gaze, and folded your arms.

"Why else would you? You have no connections with me and my people anymore."

Hunter shook his head, and chuckled half-heartedly. "Of course, it's always about your people with you."

"It has to be! That's my job, I'm a princess, I can't just do whatever I please, I have a duty to my people just like you have a duty to your brothers!"

"And a fine mess that got you into. Tell me, is Admiral Vance as terrible a kisser as he looks?"

You slapped him, the skin of his cheek reddening beneath the tattoo. The sound echoed in the hold as you both gathered your thoughts.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, "That was uncalled for."

"It certainly was," You wrung your hands to ease the sting in your palm, but Hunter caught it. He always caught your nervous habits.

"Do you want help with that?"

"You've done enough," You huffed.

All the same, Hunter pulled the scanty medikit out from underneath the bench. There wasn't much in there, but he pulled out a half-empty tube of bacta, and squeezed a drop onto his finger. He held out his hand for yours, and you let him see it.

He wiped the bacta onto your palm, and then took your hand in both of his, using his thumbs to massage the gel into your skin. It was a familiar technique, and it almost brought you back to a camp in the mountains, hiding from prying eyes in the shadows of a campfire. Even after the bacta was gone, he continued to hold your hand, and you let him.

"Do you remember the night we took back the captial?" He asked suddenly. You looked up, but Hunter was still looking at your hands.

"Yes?"

"The celebratory fireworks were too loud for me, so you brought me into the cellar of the palace, where it wasn't nearly as loud."

You nodded carefully, "I told you how I always used to sneak down there when I was hungry-"

"-And I was surprised that Proper Miss Princess had ever broken a rule in her life." Hunter chuckled. The anger was gone, but his eyes still seemed to glow when he looked up at you.

You pulled your hand from his grasp, and took the bacta from the kit.

"You need some on your cheek." Hunter didn't protest as you gently nursed the wound you had given him. It wouldn't leave a scar or anything, but Hunter's senses made him sensitive. You bit your lip at the guilt that swamped your stomach, and then Hunter gently wrapped his hand around your wrist.

"I think about that night all the time," He confessed.

You froze. You did too, but you would never tell him that. It was the last night you had to be free of of societal conventions and classes before you were officially a princess again. You had held his head in your lap, carding your fingers through his hair as he sang to you. In the darkness, alone, with no nosey eyes watching your every move.

And then he'd kissed you.

He'd kissed you and you'd never wanted it to stop, you would have traded the entire galaxy for him.

The day following that had been a nightmare. You remembered yourself. You remembered why you could never be with him, that having him would come at much too high a cost for your people. You jumped back from him and tossed the bacta back into the medikit.

"I'll go ask Tech how far we are from the meeting point."

You tried to make a break for the cockpit, but Hunter grabbed your harm and held you tightly.

"That was the night you told me you loved me."

You were silent.

"Did you mean it?"

"No." you answered too quickly. Your entire body revolted at that answer. Your legs quaked and your eyes burned. Why did you feel this way? You had years to come to terms with this reality. You could never have Hunter. You could never truly be his, not while the millions of people of your planet depended on you.

Hunter knew you were lying.

"Princess," He begged, "Tell me the truth."

You took in a shuddering breath. "I told you the truth."

"No," He shook his head, and came around to face you again, "You told me what everyone expects you to say, because you're a princess and you have to do the right thing.

"Now tell me again. What do you say?" He asked.

A lump swelled in your throat and your eye squeezed shut, but you could still feel Hunter in front of you.

"What do you say?" He repeated, and you could feel his lips ghosting against your forehead, "The woman who never lets anyone see that they got the best of her, the woman who can take out three super battle droids with one bolt, the woman who's always put an entire planet above her own needs, a woman who told off General Grievous when he threatened to chop off your head, the woman who will sit beside you until you fall asleep at night because you had a nightmare. The woman I-"

"Yes!" You gasped, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Yes, Hunter, I love you."

When you looked up at him, Hunter almost looked surprised that you had actually admitted it.

"You mean it?" He whispered, caressing your hair. His lips were an inch from yours.

"I do."

He held the back of your head, and you clung to the lip of his chestplate as his arm circled your waist, pulling you in for a kiss that was long overdue. Your hand slid up behind his neck, entangling in his hair. It was just as soft as you remembered it. He groaned softly into your mouth as you tugged, and he pulled you even closer.

"I love you," He whispered against your lips.

"I missed you," You said shyly.

He chuckled softly, "I missed you more."

You rested your head against his chest, and he gently swayed back and forth with you in his arms.

"Hunter?"

"Yes?"

You squeezed Hunter's arm, "Thank you. For saving me from doing the proper thing for once in my life."

He chuckled, and gently kissed your forehead. "Anytime, Princess."

You still had no idea what your next move would be, but now you knew that you weren't going to have to do it alone.

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