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Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed.

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor."

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging.

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed.

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed?

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?"

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution.

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind.

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others.

"Do you think the others are okay?"

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything.

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing.

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him.

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body.

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his.

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you.

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away.

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie."

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission.

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine.

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch.

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh.

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get.

"Something fun."

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap.

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most.

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder.

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room.

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had.

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.”

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things.

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?"

"Why would I?"

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad.

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device.

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something."

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other.

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours.

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder.

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head.

His holo pad was squished between the two of you.

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own.

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed.

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places."

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you.

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered.

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you.

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you.

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode.

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.”

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing.

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver.

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold.

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no.

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another.

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room.

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.”

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.”

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things.

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.”

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead.

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other.

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you.

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm.

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep.

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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It is my unshakable headcanon that somewhere hidden deep in wildspace is a place where a small collection of jedi survivors and clone escapees protect and raise and teach a collection of force sensitive children sent to them on the path and tubies absconded from kamino before it shut down and they thrived

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friendofsomestars · 1 year

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Awwwwww this is adorable and I love the clones being brotherly to Palawan!reader it’s just so sweet!

Hello!

In your 'Random Headcannons' you talked a bit about Rex falling asleep and I was wondering if you could write a fic about it? Maybe the reader finds him sleeping somewhere, joins him, then more and more join until it's a big pile of people on the floor and someone walks by and is like "What the??" If you can't, that's okie dokie.

Have a lovely day,

-V

I loved writing this so much! Hope you enjoy!

“Can’t beat ‘em, Join ‘em”

Summary: Over taken by sleep the only thing you wanted to do next was to close your eyes- no matter where that may be

Pairing: Captain Rex x GN Reader (platonic!)

Warning: None just tooth rotting fluff!

Word count: 1117

Notes: loved this one! But I should really follow suit and go to bed myself!

The only noise aboard the Dominator was the quiet hum of the ship currently going through hyperspace and the small noise of the lights.

Everyone aboard seemed to disappear- this normally happened after longer missions and frankly all you wanted to do was get to your room a take a fat nap.

You feet dragged on the floor as you practically leaned against the wall.

You could have been asleep an hour ago if Kix didn’t think it was necessary that you stoped in the med bay first. In your book it wasn’t broken if you could still move it.

You groaned as you turned yet another hallway, this ship wasn’t this big when you boarded it mere rotations ago. Was it?

There was a small alcove just up ahead, you nearly missed the small noises that came hidden behind the wall.

You were already walking that way why not just take a quick peek- maybe it could be a wonderful place to just rest your eyes for a moment.

Someone clearly had the same idea as you. You came to a stop and leaned up against a corner was none other than captain Rex.

His mouth hung slightly open and his arms were crossed tightly on his chest. Rex looked almost peaceful, the lines that were normally engraved into his forehead seemed to disappear masked by sleep.

You let out a small chuckle just watching the captain, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if you joined him right?

Plus if Rex was sleeping you knew that you better be too. This was the longest time you ever seen him with his eyes closed, excluding when he was sighing and scolding the domino twins or when he was unconscious.

Some of his upper armor was tossed to the side a little bit away from him. Taking the free spot you saw your limbs almost thanked you as you started to try and snuggle up by Rex.

He stirred for a second and opened one sleepy eye to look in your direction.

“I’m sorry go back to sleep please.” You whispered squeezing your way between his arm and his torso.

He threw a careless arm over you pulling you in and mumbled a very unintelligible “Night kid.”

Your head now rested on his chest, the slow constant pounding of his heart lulled you almost to sleep. The warmth that radiated off of all the clones was perfect compared to the coolness of the floors and wall.

Sleep welcomed you like it never had before and you gratefully took it. Wrapped in the dark blanket of sleep.

Fives practically leaned all his weight onto his brother that walked next to him. Echo trying to keep both of them up was having a little bit of trouble.

After this mission the duo decided to get a celebratory snack- but not accounting for the fatigue it also brought along that snack was slipping further and further away.

As they turned another corner what stoped Echo right in his tracks was a pair of legs that stuck out .

He heard Fives groan as well as he immediately reached for his blaster, hoping that he didn’t need to take it out of the holster.

He really just wanted to sleep. Was that too much to ask?

Now coming around the corner was a sight to behold. The captain and commander were practically passed out on the ground.

Echo looked up to see what Fives thought of all this and was met with a small smirk that said it all.

With a small nod from his brother Echo took out his data pad and quickly snapped a photo giggling slightly.

“So are we just going to leave them there or…” Echo trailed off putting the data pad away but Fives already had a plan of his own.

He started to take off some of his armor as well then sunk to the floor. Searching for a second he seemed to find the perfect spot on the floor with his head resting in Rex’s lap.

“If you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em vod.” Fives yawned and then gestured for Echo.

Echo didn’t have the energy to say anything more, clearly you all needed sleep if neither of you stirred when Fives joined the group.

Echo found his own spot between yours and Rex’s legs with his own head nearly touching Fives.

Behind him Echo felt you shift a little praying to the maker he didn’t wake you up. But all you did was pull him into you tighter with your free arm.

Small snores now filled the hall from a very tired commander, captain, and two arc troopers huddled together on the floor.

Anakin was finally released from the med bay. It was strange though that he has yet to run into anyone else.

He stared out the window for a second, the stars that shot swiftly passed put him into a daze. He wobbled for a moment realizing just how tired he was.

Anakin turned down a corridor, just wanting to see if you made it back to your quarters ok before returning to his own. Sure he could comm you but if that woke you up he’d never hear the end of it.

He made a few more turns, now all he wished was for the lights to go out and he could be peacefully tucked into bed where nothing could bother him.

“What the-“

As he turned once again his path was now blocked. In the middle of the halls he found many troopers asleep? They had to be, many of their mouths hung open and everyone seemed to be cuddled up together. Snores- some louder (*cough cough Hardcase) echoed through the vacant hall.

Anakin came a few steps closer, a large smile decorated his face as he found most of the 501st together here in this corridor

Towards the back he noticed you and Rex and the peaceful expressions sleep painted over your faces was enough to put him at ease.

Stepping over a few troopers and nearly dodging a arm to the shin by Jesse Anakin found a nice corner spot where he could comfortably lay his head on your shoulder.

He was happy in this moment. Truly happy. Many people he cared so much about for better or for worse seemed almost at ease here together.

They’d have to start a tradition for the next campaigns to come- this was a wonderful way to make sure many of the soldiers got the sleep they deserved.

But for now the only thing anyone had to worry about was falling asleep. That or trying to figure out how to get through the hallway.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza

#star wars clone wars #the clone boys #brotherly clones are everything

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friendofsomestars · 1 year

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The full image from my last post b/c it actually slays

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Stuff I Wrote /Masterlist Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

THE BAD BATCH AND OTHER CLONES

The Bad Batch

Three Is The Magic Number (Tech x FemReader x Crosshair Smut Oneshot 18+)

Theme Park (Headcanons)

Your Birthday (Smut 18+ including Rex Headcanons)

Grief And Comfort (Headcanons)

Clones asking you for a date (approaching you) at the 79’s:

Pregnant Reader And Toddler HC's The Bad Batch x Drunk Reader HC's

The Bad Batch (+Rex) x Reader - Proposal

The Bad Batch x Reader - Being Protective

The Bad Batch x Reader - Cuddle HC's

The Bad Batch X Reader Spicy HC's The Bad Batch x Reader - Fight And Make Up HC's

The Bad Batch + GNReader - Jealousy HC's

The Bad Batch x GN Reader - The Movies HC's

The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 2

The Bad Batch x f!Reader - The First Time HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - What Makes Them Fall In Love With You HC's

The Bad Batch x GNReader - Taking Care HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - "You're Pretty" HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader - First Time Naked HC's

The Bad Batch x PlusSize Reader HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader MakeUp/Cosmetics/Outfit HC's

The Bad Batch Spicy HC's 3

The Bad Batch (+ Rex and Fives) Own Room HC's

The Bad Batch (+Rex + Fives) - Body Care HC's

The Bad Batch x F! reader - Spicy HC's 4

The Bad Batch x Reader - Unexpected First Kiss HC's

The Bad Batch x F!Reader with Tattoos

The Bad Batch x GN Reader - At The Beach HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader- First Time HC's 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 5

The Bad Batch x Reader - Book And Relax HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 6 - Turn Ons

The Bad Batch x Reader With Chronic Pain Condition

The Bad Batch x Reader - Spicy HC's 7 - No Climax

The Bad Batch x Reader - Taking Care HC's 2

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 8 - Shower Time

The Bad Batch Suggestive HC's - More Little turn ons

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Basic Instinct

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader In Labor HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy HC's 9 - Close Encounters

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader - Period HC's

The Bad Batch - Some Headcanons I Don't Know How To Call

The Bad Batch x Reader - Mourn You

The Bad Batch x Reader With Trypanophobia HC's

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Spicy Headcanons 10 - Submission

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Falling In Love For The First Time

The Bad Batch x Reader - Gifts And Tokens Of Appreciation

The Bad Batch x Reader - Memory Foam Mattress Madnes

The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (Poly) Smut Short Fic - Truth Or Dare Part 1 Of 3

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader Spicy Headcanons - Relax The Boys

The Bad Batch x Reader - Comforting Omega

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Baby Kickin'

The Bad Batch - Dancing HC's

The Bad Batch x Short Reader HC's

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TBB FF x OCThe Bad Batch - No Payne No Gain 1 - The Meeting

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Tech Oneshots

A Night At The Bonfire (18+ Fluffy Smut Oneshot)

Confidence (18+ Smut Oneshot)

Shy Tech (A Little Fluff No Warnings)

Rough Nights (Comfort/Fluff/Suggestive)

Can We Do This Again? (GN reader Fluff)

I Can't Let You Give Up (Hurt/Comfort/ Mind The Warnings)

Oblivious (Fluff Oneshot x GN!Reader)

Soft Like A Feather, Hard Like A Diamond (Smut Oneshot 18+)

Distractions (Smut Onehsot 18 +)

Tech Fanfiction

Thank you For Loving Me (FF with Fluff/Smut and more

Nervous Flutter

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

The Clone And The Gray (ff with Smut/Fluff and More 18+)

Please Stay

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Echo Oneshots

The Touch Of A Hand (Fluff/Suggestive)

Echo x F!Reader - From Innocent To Sensual Love (Smut/Fluff 18 +)

Echo x fem!Reader - The Light In The Darkest Of Nights - Short, Soft One-shot

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Echo Fanfiction

There For You 1 - I'll Stay With you (Fluff/Comfort)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Crosshair

Kiss It Better (Smut 18+ One Shot)

The First Time (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Be Your Own Best Friend (xGN reader Hurt/Comfort Oneshot)

Thanks For The Lesson (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Mor Than You Can Chew (Smut 18+ One Shot)

Father Figure Crosshair x Reader - Know Your Worth

Unlike What You Thought (Short FF)

My Beloved Enemy

xfem!reader FF 18+Part 1 - Crash Landing

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

My Beloved Enemy Vol.2 All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Hunter

Animal (Smut 18+ Oneshot)

Breeding You (Smut Oneshot 18+)

Your Scent (Soft Oneshot)

Hunter x Fem!Reader - Out Of Control - Smut One Shot

Dirty Little Thief (FF 18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Enemy Mine (FF18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

Wrecker

So Big So Soft (x fem!reader Short Fic 18+)

Little Cooking Fairy (SMUT 18+ Short Oneshot)

Wrecker x Reader - Soft One-Shot- Down To Cuddle Town

Captain Rex

How Could I Ever Forget You (Smut Oneshot 18+)

In Love And War (FF 18+)

Fives

xfemReader FF

Soldier Boy

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

One-Shots

Fives x Reader – Hurt/Comfort – The World May Collapse

x female reader

ARCANE

Silco

(FF 18+)

Little Flower (Smut 18+)

All Following Parts Are Linked in Part 1

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I WILL NEVER NOT ADORE THIS IT'S JUST SO SWEET!

Wolffe Pup

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

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Summary: You introduce a very timid Wolffe to your adoptive daughter and it's love at first sight.

a/n: I've decided to make my annual reappearance with no explanation as to where I've been and a 5k Wolffe x fem!reader story to melt your hearts. Enjoy ;)

Your fingers fidget anxiously with each other. The platform is busy. Of course, it’s always hectic the first few hours after a campaign, but maybe everything seems busier today with all the thoughts racing through your head.

Today was the day Wolffe was going to meet your babygirl. Your sweet, little Aurora.

The thought brings tears to your eyes. She's everything to you, that bubbly little thing. The biggest cheeks, toothless smile, and deep brown eyes that somehow remind you of Wolffe’s.

He wasn’t even a part of your life when you went through the adoption process. Or even when you’d finally taken her home. You and Wolffe met a few months into your journey through single motherhood. You were young, yes, but stable enough in your job, and always yearned to care for a little baby and give her all the love someone else couldn’t.

Wolffe never pushed for you to share your daughter’s life with him, and you made sure to give yourself the time to get acquainted with her first. To build the bond and love between you two, even though you felt it from the first time you held her. And Wolffe was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him to Aurora. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and it just warmed your heart how calm and attentive he was, with a little smile on his face, when you showed him pictures of her little growing body and shared with him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.

So here you waited, nervously. Biting your nails now. You’ve tucked yourself into your corner, the ‘safe place’ Wolffe designated as yours long ago, saying it was too chaotic in this place for you to ever be wandering around searching for him and vice versa. Though you have a sneaking suspicion his orders have something to do with the time he found you surrounded by a bunch of his flirting troopers- shiny’s, obviously- far away from your agreed waiting point that time. That’s not a mistake any knowing trooper would make with the Commander’s girl. And unfortunately for them, Wolffe didn’t seem to care that Boost had definitely put them up to it, snickering at the shiny’s petrified faces as their Commander marched in their direction and fortified himself in front of you.

You really did try not to laugh. But they did look like they’d just found out they were committing treason or something. It would have been extremely funny if you didn’t catch sight of that frightening scowl on Wolffe’s face as he turned away from them, before softening it to a look of concern.

“If they bothered you, I’ll assign them to hard labor in the cargo bay for 10 months, not 5. Just say the word.”

“They weren’t bothering me, Wolffe.” You smiled, encouraging the frown to disappear from his stern face.

He let out a huff, “Well that makes one of us.”

Your cheeks tug upwards just thinking about him, about how irritated he’d been with the men– pretty furious actually. Shouting out retributions and threatening to sanction them all to Fox for prison guard duty. He’s truly not that harsh though. You were held tight under his arm, wide-eyed and shocked by his reaction as he shouted, to the point where you had to intervene and tell him it was just harmless fun. His gloved fingers were firm around your arm, unhappy eyes softening as he looked at you regrettably before finally yelling at his troopers to get lost and whispering something to you about encouraging them too much.

The memory makes you giggle, and warms your cheeks as you remember to relax and just wait for your Commander to come by for you. Butterflies in your stomach and a shy smile on your face, it’s hard to contain your giddiness, you’re just so excited to see him… It’s a special day.

You finally spot a distinctly marked helmet emerging from the crowd. Not quite the trooper you were hoping for, but you’re pleased nonetheless. Where there’s a Boost, there’s usually a Wolffe.

You smile brightly at the trooper as he approaches, thankful to see that he’s made it home safely. You know how much these boys mean to their Commander.

He raises his hand up in an awkward wave, looking a little stiff as he walks over to you and pulls off his helmet. You would be concerned about his behavior if it weren't for the smile that he tossed your way, albeit laced with discomfort.

You raise your eyebrows at him in a ‘what did you do now’ manner, assuming Wolffe’s tardiness is because of him.

“Uh, hey vod'ika.” He says, coming to a stop in front of you.

“Hi Boost, successful mission?” You ask, smiling politely.

“Yeah, um, look…I need to apologize for… something,” He says, his hand raising to nervously scratch at the back of his neck.

You frown a bit, confused but ready to let him say his piece, “Okay?”

“It’s uh, about Wolffe.”

He hesitates, eyes darting up and down like he’s having a hard time maintaining eye contact with you. You give him an encouraging nod, attempting a small smile again despite the pit in your stomach growing bigger, “Okay?”

“It’s just that, uh,” He clears his throat, adjusting the hold on his helmet. “Well w-we knew the Commander was, uh,” Another grunt to clear the windpipe, “Just, uh, that he was going to be meeting your-uh…your daughter,” This time he coughs, seeming to struggle with the admission, “Uh, you know, whenever it was that we got back, that is..”

The smile was wiped clean off your face halfway through that sentence.

“Okay.”

You can see the panic flashing in his eyes, noting your less than pleased reaction already, but wanting to quickly explain the situation, “And..um… well we may have given him,” Another cough, “A little bit too hard of a time about meeting her.”

Insult and defensiveness immediately boils your blood, your frown quickly morphing into a scowl, “What about meeting my daughter?”

His eyes widen immediately, “Oh! No no - osik - no, it’s nothing like that, it's just- ah,“ He sighs, covering his face with both hands and grumbling curses in Mando'a. “Look I’m so sorry it’s just… he was all excited and-”

“-I know he was excited, is he not anymore?” You ask, anxiety and worry making you sound more angry than shaken - which you definitely feel.

Boosts face morphs further into panic at your distressed reaction, quickly raising his hands in a harmless motion, “No! He's been so looking forward to it! Beaming with pride, ma’am..” He rushes, sounding desperate. “But we… the pack I mean, uh…we may have sort of insinuated that… well that…”

“That what?” You ask, sounding more hurt now.

He winces, his voice sounding small as he mutters, shamefully, “..that your baby would burst into tears at the sight of his face.”

Your mouth hits the floor, utterly mortified, “You what!”

“We’re so sorry, vod’ika.” A second remorseful voice speaks behind you. You whip around to see Comet, approaching you slowly and looking like a kicked puppy.

“C-Comet! Boost! You know how insecure he is about his scar!” You snap, your own nerves getting the better of you. “What in the galaxy did you say?”

“It was harmless teasing at first! Honest!” Boost defends, jumping back in. “Just stupid stuff about wearing a baby harness over his armor and being a dad and…and he laughed along at first, seemed to like the teasing actually..the boys caught sight of his datapad and, look it was just harmless teasing!”

You sigh, trying to level your disappointment and anxiety. “What’s this about his datapad?”

“His..? Oh, the picture of you. A-and your daughter. Ma’am.”

“Her name is Aurora.” You grumble, the sadness growing in your chest.

“Right,” Comet says, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “Aurora, that’s a beautiful name.” He says, an apologetic and guilty smile on his face. “She’s beautiful vod’ika.”

Your heart tugs a little at the words. She is. The most beautiful.

“Well I know that.” You still scoff, though your temper calms down a bit. “Wolffe..showed you a picture?”

Comet rubs the back of his neck, nervously looking at Boost, “Not exactly, we grabbed his datapad when we caught sight of the resting screen image. Sorta, passed it around out of his reach.”

“Which picture?” You ask reluctantly. Wolffe saved a picture of you and Aurora as his resting screen image? When had you even sent him one?

“A very beautiful picture.” Comet smiles, “the two of you cuddling or something. She’s laughing.”

Your heart flutters.

Oh, that picture.

On his last excursion you’d woken up to a message he’d sent after you fell asleep. The 104th had decided to head out early the next morning into a droid-heavy sector on an already hostile planet. You knew you probably wouldn’t be hearing from him for a few days, which was enough on its own to keep you seriously on edge without the added risk, but he promised he’d be careful and told you he loved you.

You didn’t even think twice about pulling your babygirl up close and snapping a photo. Come home safe to us, you wrote. It was you and your Aurora…she had a big smile on her face as you tickled her, her ear gently caught between your teeth as you bared them like a rascally pup chewing on its favorite toy. It’s one of your favorite pictures of the two of you ever, so silly and tender at the same time, Rory shining front and center in that one, and he set it as his datapad screen..

You couldn't help the little smile, just imagining him shouting orders in the strategy room or walking through the hanger holding the datapad, image flashing to life every time he lifted it in his grasp. You have no doubts, you want that man in your little girl's life.

These thoughts bring you to sigh, before scowling at the boys in front of you. These di’kuts. You know deep down how much Wolffe has been looking forward to this. It was something you never would have expected from the hot-blooded Commander. You’re not even sure he realized how invested he was in what you had. You think most women venturing into single parenthood would feel confused, maybe threatened, meeting a man who so desperately wants to be a part of little Aurora’s life in any way you shared with him, even if he tried to suppress it and not put that on you.

He was so patient and understanding with you wanting to take your time introducing him. But at the same time, you shared so much with him because you knew he loved it, and truthfully it just warmed your heart how smiley he would get when you showed him pictures and told him how she was doing. You knew he already felt like she was a part of his life.

Which evidently now was a problem. “You guys,” you sighed, rubbing your hands over your face, “This is not good I-I don’t know what to do-“

“Please, please, don’t be mad at him if he’s weird, vod’ika,” Comet pleads, bringing you back to the moment, and reminding you that now, you were extra pissed. “It was our fault! You-” he sighs, pain filling his features, “-You should have seen his face when the words left Sinker’s mouth, we got in his head.”

Boost groans at Comet’s words, distress covering his face at the apparent horrific memory.

“What exactly did he say?” You grit, still not sure if you’re feeling more defensive over Wolffe or your baby right now.

The two look at each other, deciding who has to be the one to say it. Comet, being the youngest, gets the short end of the stick and crumbles under his brother's glare.

He sighs, defeated, before speaking, “That the second the baby was in Wolffe’s arms and she got a good look at his scar and the eye she’d burst into tears kicking to get away from him and then his eye would have one of those stress malfunctions and twist around in weird directions before smoking so he’d have to pop it out and then he’d drop it because he’s so uncoordinated and it’d roll on the floor so he’d have a gaping hole in his face which does actually look very frightening and he’d be trying to catch his robotic eyeball as it rolled on the floor and she would be so mortified and scarred that she could never look at him without screaming again.”

The two are silent as you process the words.

You can’t even say anything. Hands rubbing your eyes and slowly trying to catalog the damage in your head, before sighing, exasperated. You look back up at the boys, both of whom have their heads hung low and regret painting their features, having relived the admittedly vivid horror story concocted by their brother.

“Right. And where. Is. Sinker.” You demand.

“Hiding from you, ma’am.”

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Thankfully, Wolffe met you with the same loving embrace and press to your forehead that he always did after a mission.

Everything was reassuringly normal, until you got into the lift of your building.

“Um…Wolffe?” You ask calmly, noticing the nervous tap of his fingers against his belt, each gloved finger making a loud, tacky noise of resistance with the contact, echoing in the silent elevator.

"Yes?" He turns to you, immediately stopping the action as well as the swaying on his feet and giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay?”

His eyes widen a bit in realization. “Oh. Yes, ma’am! Uh, I-I mean yes, beautiful.” A not so convincing smile spreads across his face.

You arch an eyebrow at him, hoping to lighten the tension with a playful, “Yes ma’am, huh?”

“S-sorry, love.” He says, attempting a small smile while he adjusts something on his wrist vambrace, “It was a long tour I…I guess I’m a little tense. It was hard on the men and…there was just a lot to do.”

You smile at him understandingly, the lift door opening.

Almost there…

You unlock the door.

We can do this Wolffe…

“C-cyare,” Wolffe stutters, “Look, m-maybe we should do this another time. I- I don’t think I’m up for this-” He frowns, lowering his gaze to the corner of the tight space.

“Wolffe, seriously, that’s enough.” You frown, sounding unimpressed. “What are you worried about?”

“W-what if she doesn’t like me?”

“Oh my god.”

“No” he sighs, “You don’t understand I’m- just look at me. I’m not soft, I’m not pretty, I don’t know how to sing lullabies for crying out-” He huffs, “I don’t even know what babies like to talk about!”

“Wolffe, seriously, I love my daughter to death, but you are giving an infant old way too much intellectual credit.” You say rolling your eyes.

Those boys are dead.

Wolffe sighs again, running a hand over his hair, “But love, you…you don’t understand. She’s going to take one look at me and that will just be it. And then-” His eyes widen, dread swallowing his facial expression, “O-oh my God, my eye. The scar, the cybernetic, wh-what if it scares her-” Wolffe’s face is flashing with absolute horror as he builds up the worst possible scenario in his mind.

Shit, shit, shit.

What to do..what to do…think...

“Come on,” You say with finality. If you know one thing about your Commander. It’s that the best way to have him deal with a situation, is to give him no other choice than to face it in the heat of battle.

Your hand hovers over the open button on the control panel.

“Wait!” Wolffe suddenly snaps, hand snatching your wrist in place.

“Ahh!” You scream, startled. Your arm immediately shoves Wolffe on the shoulder, his form swaying only slightly from the movement “Wolffe! Seriously, you are making me so tense right now!”

“I-I’m sorry it’s just,” He sighs, ”I-if she hates me...please don’t break up with me.”

“Wolffe,” You laugh in exasperation, starting to feel more sympathetic for your poor boyfriend. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you..” You say, lying straight through your teeth. “But I need you to know everything’s going to be fine. I promise. My girl’s got good taste, and she already knows your face. I’ve shown her a million times. I know she’ll love you.”

Wolffe stares down at you with soft eyes. Looking away briefly before straightening up and giving you a gentle nod.

Your stomach flips with nerves and excitement as you step through the opening door. There’s no way this could go wrong. Not with your Aurora. Certainly not with your Wolffe. No matter how hard and unyielding this man may be in war, even with his brothers, it’s his love and responsibility over them that makes him so stern. He’s protective, he’s caring.

You try to conceal your own excitement, seeing your little bundle all cozied up in the Nurse Droid’s pouch. Wow, you’ve missed her. You press a gentle little kiss to her head, but don’t want to give Wolffe long enough to start backing for the door before he meets her.

“Wolffe…this is Aurora,” You say, calmly moving a sleeping Aurora from the nurse-droid’s pouch and into Wolffe’s tense arms. His eyes widen in surprise, arms quickly shifting to find a way to hold her as the slight weight of her slowly lets into his arms.

His eyes dart around in panic, looking at you nervously for direction.

“Introduce yourself, Wolffe,” You say quietly, almost unable to contain your excitement at this image before you. “She’s been waiting to meet you.”

Wolffe’s body relaxes slowly. You recognize the almost invisible deep breath he takes in before letting his eyes land on your daughter's sleeping face, and it’s almost as if her peaceful state transmits into Wolffe’s nerves the second he lets himself look at her, really look at her.

“A-Aurora.” He mutters, more to himself, causing a smile to creep onto your face. You can hear the calm slipping into him like a trance.

“Yeah,” You almost whisper, placing a hand on her blanket in his arms, the other resting supportively on the Wolfpack emblem on his pauldron, hoping to further distribute a semblance of calm between the two of them. The last thing you need is for Aurora to scare Wolffe away by waking up in his arms screaming.

That would take some work to repatch.

“I don’t really call her Aurora much anymore, though.” You whisper, eyes captivated by the image of your girl engulfed delicately by Wolffe’s strong arms.

“O-oh?” He asks, almost distractedly, glancing up at you before looking back down at the little warm bundle again.

“Yeah,” You hum, “I’ve been calling her Rory.”

You hear a deep yet sharp inhale, delivered almost laboriously slow so as not to unsettle the sleeping baby in his arms, “R-Rory?” He asks, his deep voice losing a bit of its composure.

You grin, finally glancing up at Wolffe, having forgotten to make sure he was comfortable with the encounter so far. And you weren’t all that surprised when he didn’t meet your gaze, still looking at your daughter’s peaceful features. “Like…like roar-y?” He gulps, eyes wide like he’s looking straight into a bright star, “Like a-”

“-Like an animal roar,” You giggle under your breath, “Yeah, I thought you might hear it that way. But it’s R-o-r-y, Rory.”

You look up at Wolffe again, expecting to see a look of amusement on his face, but you’re slightly alarmed to see his features tense, lips pulled back into a tight line and jaw tightly set as he continues gazing at her.

“O-oh.. Wolffe, I’m sorry is this too much? A-are you okay?-” “-That’s the cutest fucking name I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You pull your lips between your teeth, trying not to give away that you’re absolutely elated, surging with love and excitement, unable to hide the smile breaking out on your face.

“She’s…she’s so beautiful. So much more than in the pictures.” Wolffe mutters, “She looks just like you.”

You can’t suppress the laugh that escapes you at that, muffling it as best you can in front of sleeping Rory. “Wolffe, I didn't give birth to her.”

“She still looks just like you.” He mutters seriously, shaking his head in disbelief at your little girl.

You admire your boyfriend holding your daughter in his arms. A Commander, hardened by war and tragedy in his life, gently caressing your daughter's forehead with his thumb, you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it. Her little head small enough in his palm that he can support her neck and reach all the way around her to stroke her features. Your heart swells with heavy emotions, bringing tears to your eyes at the raw beauty of this moment.

You hate to interrupt them, but Rory runs on her own clock, and evidently…”It’s pretty late Wolffe,” You murmur, leaning up whisper in his ear. “I think Rory needs to rest in the nursery now.”

“O-oh,” He says, shaking his head gently as if coming out of a daze. Yup, you’ve definitely lost your boyfriend to your daughter, and you are totally and completely okay with it. “Of course.” He looks down at Rory and then to your arms, awkwardly leaning forward for you to take her but not quite sure how to maneuver her without disturbing her slumber. However, he looks slightly heartbroken that his brief time with her is up.

“Why don’t you take care of her, I’ll show you where to go so you know where you can find her,” You say gently, adding an encouraging smile at the end.

He straightens up, nodding dutifully at the responsibility and taking extra care to follow you down the hallway into Rory’s nursery.

He knows where the room is already, but he’s not going to argue for you to take the little girl away from his arms. When you reach her crib, he’s hesitant to place her down, but with some light instruction he settles her in easily. Admittedly it does take some extra coaxing for you to pull him out of there, reassuring him for the umpteeth time as you close the door that no she does not need any blankets and yes she will be perfectly fine.

“You’re closing the door?” He asks, bewildered at the barrier you’ve placed between yourselves and Rory. “But what if-”

“Wolffe,” You stop him, bracing him with a hand on each shoulder, “I promise you with all my heart that she’s okay in there. Now, come with me,” You guide him to your room, just a few steps down from your daughters, and lead him to his side of the bed.

He immediately starts removing his armor, having spent the night here with you enough times for the motions to feel natural upon entry. Aurora always spent those nights with your mom or sister, few as they were. She was so little, and you were still getting to know Wolffe when you adopted Rory. You wanted to make sure it felt right to introduce them before you did.

“Here,” You say, bringing the monitor from your bedside table around to him. “Listen.”

He takes the device in his hands with furrowed brows as he sits on the edge of the bed, looking curiously at it. You squat down in front of him, reaching for the volume knob and making sure it’s turned up a little bit more than usual. You can tell he’s about to ask what the monitor is for. Is it broken? Did you need him to fix it? Then you hear the babble of Rory mumbling in her sleep.

The slumberful noise makes you smile, just as you know it will to Wolffe. As expected, the sweetest grin you’ve ever seen stretches Wolffe’s features, and he shyly tries to hide it, knowing you’re watching him, as he looks away from the device in his hands.

“Now you can hear her,” You say reassuringly, tenderly squeezing his knees as you rise.

The two of you go to bed early, using Rory as an excuse to cuddle quietly in bed and whisper to each other for hours, wrapped up in each other's arms. Wolffe detaches himself from your arms every so often to make sure the volume on Rory’s monitor is working alright, normally when she gets too silent. It feels wonderful and warm and extra special to be held tightly in Wolffe’s grasp this time, like you’ve shared the most beautiful part of yourself with him and he embraced it more than you could have even hoped.

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You wake to a sound you’re all too accustomed to. Groaning instinctively at the high pitched cries ripping through the monitor. Your arm swings out to your bedside table to lower the volume a little as you roll towards the edge of the bed, only to waft against the air when you do.

Instead, you hear a deep groan, then a startled gasp in the bed as Wolffe bolts up. And for a brief moment, you panic at the speed in which your boyfriend is sprinting out of the bed and towards your door.

“Wolffe, wait!” You shout, completely awake now as you jump up and catch his arm just outside the door.

“But it’s- it’s Rory! She’s…she’s..” He gasps, nearly pulling out of your grasp, but slowing his stead when you’ve gently wrapped your arms around him, sensing that he should listen to you first.

You sigh, relieved that you prevented your boyfriend from bursting into your daughter's nursery ready to fight off a threat, probably scaring her in the process.

“Hey, she’s okay, hey.” You say, guiding his face to look at you. “She’s okay, I promise.”

He looks a little confused, eyes still swimming with alarm from having woken up to the cries of your distressed baby. You can feel his heart pounding beneath the skin of his chest, he was scared. He’s used to waking up to blasters and bombs going off, and you feel awful for not preparing him for this, having experienced him jolting awake in the middle of the night, trembling and covered in sweat. Letting him hold you tightly to his overheated, sticky skin as he mutters needless apologies into your hair for waking you.

The cries of Rory startled him at first, especially being such a disturbing, foreign sound. Jumping into soldier mode to take down the immediate threat is his body's natural reaction..

“Wolffe, look at me,” You mutter soothingly, one arm wrapping over the warm skin of his muscular shoulders, hand resting on his cheek, the other down by the waistband of his synthetic shorts. You trace gently against the black fabric hugging his form, hoping to calm him with your touch.

The heat of his body radiates off him, warming your bare arms against his skin. You hope the skin-to-skin contact is as soothing to him as it is to you.

“Babies cry…a lot.” You explain gently, “Aurora has trouble sleeping through the night still, she’s probably just hungry.”

“Oh I-I knew that. I’m,” He sighs, eyes closing as he looks down in shame, “I’m sorry.”

“No my love, please don’t be. I know you just want to protect her.” You say, pressing a warm kiss on his collarbone, then pulling him down to press your lips into his cheek. “Come see, it’s okay.”

You have Wolffe leaned back in the nursing chair holding Rory and a bottle in no time. Her eyes are glued to his face. Unblinking, calm, analyzing each of his features through whatever sharpness of vision she has at this age. Wolffe isn’t any different, you notice, letting her take him in while he does the same. You allow your gaze to follow his, looking at each of her sleepy, delicate little eyelids, her button nose, those cheeks that you just want to smother in kisses. It’s so hard not to squeeze this little thing with how much you love her.

“So,” Wolffe grumbles, sounding gruff and sleepy, but peaceful. “You…you don’t think she's afraid of the scar?”

“Are you kidding,” You say gently, “Those eyes look pretty relaxed to me.”

You smile, continuing to gaze into your daughter's face. Wolffe holding a milk bottle in his hand and feeding it to her with strong, steady hands. She almost doesn’t blink, the way she’s staring up at him, big eyes stretching uncomfortably wide to get a good look. Pure curiosity and interest swimming in her pupils. Her gaze flutters down his face minutely, before resting on his eyes again. It’s unbearably captivating, and you shake your head at her reaction to him.

“If anything,” You add with a giggle, “I think she’s going, ‘damn, look at that scar. Nobody’s gonna mess with me with this guy around.”

A small grin spreads across Wolffe’s face, and despite the forced doubt in his tone, you know he’s eating every word up, “Yeah, I’m sure that’s exactly what she’s thinking.” He says with an eye roll.

“That’s what I thought,” You tease, flashing him with that endearing smile he claims can win him over anything.

He huffs, but the grin on his face spreads to a full fledged smile as he glances over your features, “Like mother, like daughter, eh?”

“Mhm.”

#wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #wolffe x fem!reader #clone trooper x reader #commander wolffe x reader #YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE HIM!

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friendofsomestars · 1 year

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This is his advertisment poster and you can't change my mind

A long-legged bounty hunter Crosshair for your dash, enjoy

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #bad batch #crosshair art

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friendofsomestars · 1 year

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There was a dude during WW2 that jumped from the plane after it caught fire. He had no parachute, nothing. So he preferred to die by impact rather than burn to death. He fell 5.500m to the ground below. He survived and only suffered a sprained leg after his fall was broken by pine trees

Y'ALL THERE'S HOPE

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friendofsomestars · 1 year

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I wanna see Hunter in a Wedding Dress!

You want a Hunter request? I gotchu ;D

How about some angst to fluff....Hunter reacts to seeing reader in a wedding dress? Whether or not it is for a mission is up to you :D I saw some react prompts lately and was like ohhh. Perhaps playing dress up with Omega? I dunno.

Did you say... WEDDING DRESS??? 🤩🤩🤩🤩askfidich this request is too cute!!!!

This one shot does not contain spoilers for Season Two. Please do not discuss spoilers in reblogs/comments.

Notes: No warnings, just fluff. First kiss, You make Hunter's heart go doki doki. Divider by @saradika

Sweet Nothings (Sergeant Hunter x fem!Reader)

Hunter was being incredibly patient for a man so tired. You had offered to take Omega out on a shopping trip specifically to get her out of his hair, but when he offered to come with you, Omega refused to let him back out. So now he sat slouched on the bench in front of the dressing rooms, waiting for you and Omega to show off your latest finds from what passed as a dress store on Ord Mantell.

"Can I get some help, please?" Omega asked.

"Everything alright?" Hunter tried his best to not sound panicked as he leaped to Omega's aid. You giggled, in your own dressing room stall, hearing the cacophony of your purchases falling off his lap and onto the floor.

"I can't reach the zipper on the back," she said. You pulled on the dress Omega had chosen for you, listening for the telltale zip of Hunter pulling Omega's zipper closed.

"Osik," He hissed in frustration.

"Language!" Omega scolded loudly.

"Sorry," Hunter apologized abashedly, and you smirked to yourself. You had almost brought your own dress fitting to a standstill, listening to Hunter and Omega.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah, kid?" he gave another frustrated grunt as he dealt with the zipper.

"Thanks for coming with us."

"No problem, kid." Your heart melted at the gentle tone he took with Omega, despite his current irritation with her clothes.

"Aha!" Hunter sounded proud with himself as the dress finally zipped closed.

Omega squealed with delight. "Thank you Hunter!"

There was a rushing of feet, and then a pounding on your dressing room door. You quickly zipped up your own dress so that you could answer.

"Look at this one!" Omega said, spinning around.

It was a magical bright blue dress, layered with glitter and tulle so that she sparkled when she spun for you.

"Omega you look amazing!" You told her. Taking her hand, you led her in another spin.

Omega's laughter rang though the dressing rooms, "Hunter, what do you think?" She asked, lifting the skirt in a curtsey.

You looked at Hunter expectantly, but instead of looking at Omega, he was looking right back at you.

He mumbled something unintelligible, and when Omega prompted him to speak up he shook his head.

"You look amazing, kid. You think you'll get this one?" Was that just a hint of hope in his tone?

Omega placed both hands on her hips and faced the mirror, carefully discerning her appearance with her bottom lip jutting out.

"I'm not sure. I still have a couple more to try on."

She flounced back into her dressing room and shut the door. Hunter, to his credit, gallantly tried not to groan.

"Seriously, Hunter, thank you for coming with us. The extra eye is...helpful." You inwardly cursed that was all you could thank him for.

"Well, I'm glad I can help," He folded his arms, keeping a respectable distance between the two of you.

"What're you wearing? I've never seen a dress like that before."

"Oh!" You flushed and ran your hands over the lace and silk woven together, "Um...it's a wedding dress," You knew you mumbled it, but Hunter heard it all the same.

"I know, it's lacey and poofy and it looks stupid, and I'm not even dating anyone but it looked absolutely stunning and Omega said I should try it on, so-"

"You look gorgeous." Hunter interrupted you abruptly.

You had to stand still for a moment, and take it in.

"Thank you," You said softly. And turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

Living on the run for the past few years didn't exactly equate to wearing ballgowns all the time. You felt out of place in the layers of tulle that made up the poofy skirt, but as Hunter moved your things out of the way to let you get a good look at yourself you started to see a bit of what he could see

"Yeah, you're gorgeous," Hunter said, sounding so confident that you could actually believe it. He smiled at you in the mirror's reflection, and you had to look away. If you kept eye contact with him for too much longer, you were going to melt through the floor.

"Are you going to get it?" He asked.

You shook your head, gathering the skirts into your arms, "Heavens no. This is highly inappropriate for any kind of undercover mission, and much to expensive." You marched back into the dressing room, intent on changing into one of the sleek gowns you had selected for the occasion.

Hunter merely shrugged, "You could always save it for later."

You froze again. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

"Hunter! I need help with the zipper again!" Omega threw open the door to her dressing room, halfway out of her dress with limited flexibility.

"I'm on it, kid."

You closed the door to get changing, but you couldn't stop thinking about what Hunter had just said to you. You liked Hunter a lot, but living on the run from the Empire just didn't afford luxuries like falling in love. You'd been trying to have a shopping trip like this with Omega for ages, and the only reason you were actually able to get away was because your latest assignment from Cid was going to require such measures as a revealing, slinky dress.

And then there was Hunter himself. He was always so stressed, so tired, a relationship had to be the last thing on his mind, particularly when it came to taking care of Omega. You thought back to those single-dad holofilms that were always playing on the Holomark channel and how much you absolutely adored them, but pushed them from your mind. This wasn't a holofilm; this was real life.

"What's a wedding dress?" Omega talked quietly. Perhaps she didn't know just how lacking the dressing rooms were in soundproofing. You halted your racing thoughts to listen intently.

"Well, um, a wedding is when two people, two adults," Hunter clarified, "who love each other very much, decide that they want to spend the rest of their lives together. So they have a celebration, and people usually wear a white dress."

"Can I wear a wedding dress when I have a wedding?" Omega asked.

"Absolutely. Whatever you want, ad'ika," Hunter chuckled.

"Will you wear a wedding dress when you get married?" Omega asked innocently.

Hunter sighed. "I don't know if I ever will get married, kid."

You clutched at the fabric of your skirt to resist gasping or making any noise that would give you away. But Hunter's enhanced hearing had to pick up everything. So much for that fantasy.

"Why not?" Omega persisted, dress shopping forgotten.

"I just- I don't know, kid."

"Don't you have anyone that you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

"Well..." Hunter sighed, "It's complicated."

"More complicated than fighting the Empire?" For all of Omega's innocence, it was hard to forget everything she'd seen in her short lifetime.

Hunter chuckled at that, "Well, there is someone..." He tried to whisper, but wasn't doing a very good job of it.

"Do we know them?" Omega was even worse at it.

"Yes, yes you do."

Omega giggled, "Then ask them!"

"It's not that simple, kid."

"You're no fun." Omega humphed, "You should at least try!"

"Okay, okay, change out of that dress already," Hunter teased her, shutting the door to let her change in peace.

"You never said that you wouldn't!" Omega reminded him.

You bit your lip so hard it bled. Did you dare hope that you were the person Hunter thought about marrying? Someday? In the not-to-distant future?

Only one way to find out.

You opened the door just a crack. He was diligently picking up your things that had been knocked over, placing perfumes and makeup pallettes back in their proper bags, even folding up the jacket Omega had been desperate to buy.

"Hunter?"

"Yeah?"

You made sure you didn't have any hair caught in the top of your zipper.

"Can you get the zipper started for me? I can't quite reach it."

He didn't even hesitate. You felt the skirts bunching against the back of your legs as he stepped within reach, deftly grasping the tiny thing that passed as a zipper on such an elegant gown.

You could feel it brushing down your neck to the top of your back.

"There," He said, a traitorous trembling in his voice, "That should get you started."

"Thanks," You said, air thinning in your lungs. He wasn't leaving. Not that you wanted him to. You could feel his breath on your neck and you were desperate to feel more. More of him, like his arm on your waist or his hand in yours; you were desperate to feel this close to him, as often as you could.

"Cyar'ika, sweetheart, I-"

"I have something I wanted to say," You interrupted and turned to face him, but he was much closer than you expected.

You were so surprised to come nose-to-nose with him that you stumbled back, tripping on the skirt of the dress. And then, just as you had dreamed, his arm shot out and wrapped around your waist, holding you upright. You could feel his fingers digging in the back of the dress, pulling it closed as he tried to hold you upright.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine," Your arms were trapped between your torso and his, leaving you no place to rest them but against his chest.

Hunter took a deep breath, "So, what was it you wanted to say?"

You gulped a mouthful of fresh air, but hardly any of it reached your lungs.

"I-I, I wanted to say...I just...I-"

Hunter said nothing, waiting patiently as you stumbled over your words, but his face was getting closer, eyes half-lidded, but still glistening in the dim light of your stall. Oh those eyes. You could get lost in those eyes.

You didn't know what else to say except, "Can I kiss you?"

"Please," He begged.

You raised your fingertips to tilt his chin just a bit farther so that his lips met yours.

His lips were soft, if a bit chapped. With how nervous you were, yours were a bit dry as well, but that seemed to be the only downside of the kiss. As far as you were concerned with your own personal experience, Hunter was the perfect kisser. Gentle, but firm. Not pushing too far, but braving the waters where you let him. After a moment or two, you leaned back, and Hunter let you. He simply asked for you to stay by nudging his forehead against yours, allowing you to breathe in his closeness as you stroked the stubble on his chin.

"I never thought about the stubble."

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Whenever I imagined kissing you..." You flushed as you realized the implications of that statement, "...I never thought of how the stubble would feel."

"Is it a bad feeling, or a good feeling?" He asked, "Because if it's bad, I'll just shave."

"Don't you dare," You warned him playfully, "It's a good feeling."

"Good." He pulled you upright, zipping the dress closed again.

"You're thinking that far ahead already?" You asked, tapping his cheek, "You're more scandalous than I thought."

"I think we're gonna have to get you this one, mesh'la," he said.

He turned to kiss your fingertip, catching you completely by surprise.

"You should see yourself in the mirror," Hunter steered you around to face the mirror on the back of the door, this time with his hands around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. Posed like this, you felt every bit the gorgeous he told you that you were. You could almost imagine him in a dark suit. Burgundy, definitely, not something as boring as plain black. And with his hair pulled back in a partial ponytail, you would never make him get rid of the bandana completely, even on his wedding day.

"You're breathtaking, cyar'ika," he whispered in earnest, "I'd fight an arena full of nexus to see you look this happy all the time."

You had no words to respond to that. How could you? What could compare to this confession he'd just made to you?

"I...I can't wear this undercover though," You stammered out.

"But you look so pretty!" Omega interrupted.

You gave a jolt in Hunter's arms, though you shouldn't have been so nervous about being found out.

"When's the wedding?" She beamed up at Hunter. She was wearing a red dress now. Not as floofy as the other dress she'd shown off, but still beautiful.

Hunter kept one arm around your waist, ruffling a hand through Omega's hair. "Not for a long time, kid."

Omega marched back into her dressing room, pouting, and you couldn't help the laugh at her outburst.

"Well," Hunter sighed, "I guess I need to find a suit to go with your dress, huh? Can't have anyone thinking you're not taken."

"Am I taken?" You asked him.

Hunter kissed your cheek, and murmured against your skin, "If you let me, cyar'ika, I'd be the happiest man in the galaxy.

You thought for a moment, swaying back and forth in his arms, "Now how can I refuse an offer like that?"

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