#Sergent Hunter

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Identity Pt 8

Part (8) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

At a whopping 27,000 words, this accidentally became the biggest arc in the series. Oops. Anyway, I've certainly been a bit possessed about getting it done, so here yuh go!

Warnings: Honestly, aside from the standard guilt and regret, this chapter is mostly fluff

WC: 2,913

He held me until my breath eased back into a quiet, rhythmic ebb and flow free of even the occasional hitched gasp. At some point, he’d shifted just enough to lean his shoulder against the wall, hand lightly clasped around the back of my neck as his fingers trailed absently atop the skin peaking out between my blacks and hairline. Part of me knew I shouldn’t stay like this; that hiding against him only delayed confronting the guilt I’d see in Wolffe’s eyes, the trepidation and doubt in Cody’s, but it was so easy to pretend otherwise, to keep my face nestled against his throat and let all thought of what responsibility awaited us beyond those walls fade as seconds turned into minutes.

A crippling realization struck me in that moment. I was hiding. I was hiding from the risk of another mission and another near disaster. I was hiding from the damage that had already been caused and the inevitable destruction still awaiting me. I was hiding from the certainty that even worse might be befall those around me at any moment; doubtless of just how effortlessly that might break whatever fleeting reserves of strength somehow managed to keep me going through all that had already happened, and I knew that that very fear of them getting hurt was likely the only thing keeping me from yielding that I might be there to help them in any way I could.

But it wasn’t just the fear of impending nightmares that kept me curled in the arms of a man I remembered hiding from so many months prior, back when we were strangers and I shied from the intensity that burned in his eyes when faced with even a simple question; the deep quiet he’d fall into while considering every aspect of a problem before coming to a decision, and the unease that would fill me at the mere thought of finding myself the subject of that frightening focus. So much had happened since then, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel anything but grateful for his presence in that moment, for the calm he granted me even as reality seemed to shift with a wretched understanding.

I was hiding from Wolffe; from the way his voice had threatened to break when last we spoke, from the tension that stole the effortless visage of command from him whenever we’d found ourselves alone. I was hiding from the squad that I could no longer think of as mine, from the longing in their eyes for a time that was now gone and would never again grant us the incredible breadth of comfort once gleaned from the sense of family we had found in each other, now felt only with a nostalgia tarnished by the horrors filling these past few days.

I wanted to weep anew at the thought of those coming farewell’s weighted beneath guilt and regret and the want for a denial we knew to be useless. In that moment, I longed to let myself be weak; to beg Hunter to tell Wolffe to leave that I wouldn’t have to face him at all, and I hated myself for that weakness.

The gentle dance of his touch stilled; fingers half buried in my hair as he subtly turned his gaze toward me; waiting. I drew a slow, resigned breath, held it in a final plea for even a few seconds’ more of a delay, and finally let it out in a controlled sigh as I pulled away from him.

“Thank you.” I whispered, eyes raising to just glimpse his. His thumb swept once more along the length of my neck before finally letting his hand fall briefly to my arm and then to the floor near his waist.

“Don’t need to thank me, Doc.” He replied softly, attention carefully locked on me. My lips drew up in an empty smile as I turned to glance thoughtlessly around the room. When I began to draw movement back into my limbs, weight shifting to balance atop a knee in preparation of forcing myself to my feet, Hunter quickly reached back out to me, arm looping around my shoulders as though anticipating the way my muscles would instantly waver at that first hint of strain. I was no stranger to the way grief and fear and panic left one so hopelessly drained yet always found myself unprepared for how ruthlessly that exhaustion struck. Unphased, I leaned into his support; let myself rely on his strength in the absence of my own as he carefully pulled me up alongside him.

“If we stay in here much longer, they might get the wrong idea.” I muttered, peaking towards him to see the way his brow cocked in surprise, but he let out a quiet chuckle at the weary smirk I managed to shoot him.

“The last thing I need is Crosshair hearing those kinds of rumors from regs…” He grumbled back, and I was shocked at how easily the huff of laughter escaped me. “Are you okay to walk?” He asked, voice dropping into a whisper as though that might prevent it from robbing us of that brief, precious moment of lightness. I nodded, forcing my back straight despite the reluctance weighing down my shoulders. “Alright.” He murmured and I tried to ignore the chill left in the wake of his touch as he slowly stepped away from me.

Whatever conversation had filled the silence beyond the office walls ceased with a harsh finality the instant that door began to open. I could feel Hunter standing just behind me, attention still following my every movement as though I might tumble without warning. Cody was the first to approach me, helm tucked under his arm and expression still somehow void of the disappointment I kept expecting to find.

“Commander, I-” He dismissed whatever attempt at an apology I was still trying to piece together with a simple wave of his hand and subtle shake of his head.

“Just get to the barracks and try to get some rest.” The innate authority in his voice was softened by a compassion that I still found myself shocked to hear from someone in his position and could only respond with a small nod.

“I can come back tomorrow – answer any other questions you have.” I offered, but he again dismissed it.

“Between what you’ve already told me and what I discussed with Commander Wolffe, there’s no need for that. Just take some time; try not to lose yourself in what happened.” He barely whispered those final words, willing them into me with a quiet understanding that I couldn’t begin to pretend I didn’t need. He ducked his head in a small bow before stepping past me into his office, and I hesitated just a moment longer before turning toward Wolffe.

“Guess I overestimated myself.” I mumbled, voice straining past the stiffness in my jaw, and I wasn’t sure how to respond to the subtle feeling of Hunter’s hand coming to rest against the armor sweeping across my lower back, nor my inability to deny the depth of comfort it gave me.

“No one’s holding that against you.” He replied softly before his gaze shifted to the man behind me. “Take care of her.” There was none of that disdain he’d once regarded Hunter with; no sneer of disapproval, and Hunter mirrored that unspoken respect with a silent nod.

“Wolffe.” I called hesitantly just as he’d begun to walk away, nearly cringing at the remorse in my own voice; the threat of shame. “I don’t… Will you tell the others I’ll be okay? I just… I can’t…” How could I explain the way it would cripple me to see their guilt again? To hear their apologies despite knowing they’d done nothing to warrant such sorrow?

“Don’t worry about them.” He explained, voice quiet but no less commanding for it. “Just be safe, kid.” There… just lingering beneath that infallible composure… Even Wolffe couldn’t keep the traces of an apology from his farewell. Gaze falling lest I note even a glimmer of regret in those stern eyes, I fought to offer some trace of a smile before turning away. The sense of finality in that farewell left my breath trembling slightly, and even the way Hunter shifted nearer to me did little to ease the sense of loss twisting through my chest.

-

“Cody’s already granting us clearance for the mission details.” He didn’t look at me when he said it, gaze once more hidden behind that dark visor as we walked unhurried through the corridors of the Negotiator. “You don’t have to, but if you want to talk about it…” My head fell slightly at the gentle invitation, and I knew he could hear how my heartbeat quickened at the mere thought. When I gave no answer, he didn’t press, but I couldn’t dispel the tension that lingered in the silence between us.

“I don’t think Wrecker’s ever going to let you go off on another mission without us.” He added a moment later, somehow managing to sow a wisp of humor into his voice, and a small scoff escaped me.

“Even if it’s the 104th calling you again?” There was something beneath the teasing lilt in his voice, but I was too weary to try to name it.

“Given my track record, I don’t think he’ll hear any arguments from me…” I grumbled.

“I didn’t know I’d be working with them this time until after I’d boarded the transport.” His helm shifted toward me, and I could easily picture the way his brows had surely risen above eyes widened with surprise. “But, no.” I added quietly, pace unchanged as I tried not to think too deeply on the painful words slipping over my tongue. “I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to work with them again.” Hunter stopped walking. I didn’t, intent on not falling back into the remorse that was all too eager to overwhelm me again.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, treading back to my side. I gave a weak shrug, collecting my thoughts a moment before responding.

“Too much has changed… Besides, they have a jedi watching their backs. Without me, you lot only have dumb luck and sheer stubbornness.” A quiet chuckle just sounded through his comm system, and I found myself joining him in with a snicker of my own as his hand reached up to lightly jostle my helmet. It was heartbreaking – that conscious understanding that I no longer belonged with the 104th, but I had harbored no doubts that it was the right choice; that the 99 had become my family in a way the others never could.

-

“Doc!” Wrecker’s shout boomed through the nearly empty barracks, and I barely had time to draw in breath for a reply I never got to speak before his arms locked around my waist to hoist me up in an embrace far softer than his normal hugs. Still, laughter sputtered from my lips at the welcomed display of affection I would always treasure from the man, hand automatically darting out to his shoulder to steady myself despite the knowledge that he’d never let me fall.

“It’s almost like you missed me or something.” I teased, earning a brilliant smile from him that was so utterly free of shame or hesitation as he gently set me back down.

“Those regs need to find their own nat-born next time! It’s not fair for them to just come and steal yuh away whenever they want.” He complained, hands lingering on my hips for just a moment longer to ensure I was steady before stepping back.

Two rows of double bunks stretched out before me in a room designed to hold at least a company of one hundred though the entirety of it had been reserved for our tiny squad. Crosshair stood leaning against one of the upper bunks a few rows away with his arms wrapped tightly across his chest, attention locked on me from the corner of his eye while Echo and Tech sat together atop a lower cot a mere handful of strides from the door, the telltale mess of cables strewn between them warning of some half-started project.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.” I reassured him in a gentle sigh. “Pretty sure this was a one-time thing.” I could see the concern lingering in his gaze despite his efforts to hide it beneath his usual glee, the subtle threat of anger it fueled, and had to look away.

“Hey stranger.” I said softly. His chest bucked slightly around a sharp breath, mouth just beginning to open before closing tightly in a final bout of hesitation, but then he let out a small huff, forcing some of that tightness from his shoulders.

The instant I glimpsed him, the arc quick pushed himself to his feet, eyes torn between meeting my gaze and darting away as his jaw tensed around whatever attempt at a greeting caught in his throat. Had he been there when I first landed? Had I simply been too lost in my own thoughts to notice? My heart sank at the thought, just managing to offer the ghost of a smile in the face of how stiffly he held himself.

“Hey.” He whispered, and I heard clearly the apology in it, but it was nothing like those plaguing every word uttered amongst the 104th. There was a warmth in his apology; a subtle self-deprecation softened with something near enough to humor that my smile bloomed with relief.

“I see you two have been making the most of this little vacation.” I started, looking pointedly at the assortment of mysteriously procured supplies. He glanced quickly over his shoulder as though he’d forgotten the project entirely before turning back to me.

“Echo suggested a few interesting modifications to his cybernetic legs.” Tech stated before his brother could try to explain. “This is merely the initial prototype. Rebuilding his legs entirely will take significantly longer than a few days, but this will allow us to test the efficiency of our new design.” I looked back to the arc with surprise and found him fighting a sheepish grin.

My head fell toward my chest, stomach churning with regret for having offered at all despite Tech’s automatic “thank you.” Swallowing back the anxiety threatening to coil through my gut, I finally let myself glance toward the tall sniper still watching me from just the corner of his eye, and the little thrill of glee that seeing him shot through me offered a precious sliver of relief. He barely reacted as I approached him, head just shifting to follow my movements until barely a foot lay between us, and I let out a heavy sigh full of mock guilt and remorse.

“Wow.” I chirped, pleased to hear they’d managed to be so productive despite how strained things had been over the past few weeks, “Let me know if you need any help synching it to the neural interface.” Echo’s face darkened for barely the breadth of a heartbeat, but it was enough to remind me that the effortless connection that once came so easily to us still lay far beyond my grasp.

“I may have jinxed myself.” I muttered, and a quiet chuckle escaped me at the way he cocked his brow, unimpressed by my admission. “Was I right? Did you mope the entire time I was gone?”

“Yes.” Hunter called from the front of the barracks, kindling my chuckle into a short burst of laughter as Cross shot his brother a lethal glare.

“Just got back and you’re already trying to cause trouble.” He growled under his breath, earning a coy smirk from me. Only then did he begin to abandon that impartial veneer, weight shifting as he pushed himself away from the bunks to reach for me, and I could feel my entire body lighten with the deep sigh that fled my lips at that first rush of warmth from his embrace.

“Are you okay?” He asked, words barely audible as they danced through my hair. The rote reassurance so nearly fell from my lips absent a moment’s thought before catching in my throat. I could feel him tense in those brief seconds of hesitation before I reluctantly shook my head.

“Not yet.” I answered, voice heavy with every unspoken reason forbidding me from trying to convince him otherwise. “But I’m really glad to be back.” He went still for a long moment, but then his arms tightened almost harshly around me, body curling over mine as though he might hide me from what darkness lingered behind the veil of empty smiles.

We both knew there would be no walking away from the damage wrought during my time apart from them, but I let myself relish that moment of stillness; the hum of quiet conversation between Hunter and Wrecker, the rhythmic clicks and hisses of tools augmenting metal and wire beneath Echo and Tech’s ministrations, the steady thrum of Crosshair’s heartbeat dancing against me as I rested my forehead to his neck, shamelessly letting myself vanish in that heady spice and tang of blasterfire. Every day spent fighting this war brought untold risks and dangers, but I held no reservations that this was exactly where I belonged, and no threat was great enough to see me leave them for even a moment more.

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[yyyyyyyylg]

considering the fact that tbb S3 have new eps every Wednesday this needs to be done

[yellowfellowmello]

Just watched the series finale of Star Wars the Bad Batch and I am sad :(

Spoilers ahead!

There are some plot holes that need to be filled in a little but I feel like a lot of Star Wars is interpretation instead of them just telling us. We never saw that one operatives face so Tech👀????

Omega joining the rebellion!!!!! I hope we see her in Ahsoka s2 or some other spin off because that would be awesome. Some grown up Hera and Omega content would be sick

Dilf Hunter. We won😌 Wrecker going beast mode even after being severely injured was awesome. Crosshair getting his full circle redemption. He doesn’t have a hand tremor anymore! Echo having a Fives type speech and being the leader we love him to be.

Sad that Wolffe, Cody, Rex, and Gregor weren’t in the finale. I wanted to see how Wolffe would turn to their side after that one ep and see Cody again because what actually happened to him. Also wanted to see how Wolffe, Gregor, Rex ended up together on a random desert planet.

Hemlock being shot was awesome. I hated him. We can all agree that he basically conditioned regs into being the an evil bad batch right? I wish we could e seen who was under the mask though. It just seemed kind of like wasted potential to have that operative be killed off without knowing if he was a reg or conditioned Tech or whatever else after being a huge part of the season.

Overall, great show and I will miss it forever 🥹

[subbing-for-clones]

The Defective Jedi

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some fighting

Every day you tried to forget and yet almost every night you remembered. Wandering through the crystal caves of Ilum was horribly cold and felt so lonely. You were never particularly strong with the force but you always felt it. That connection between all things living and the energy it permeated, but when you entered the cave you felt, nothing. Why did you feel nothing?

You heard the other younglings yipping in happiness and laughing in triumph as one by one they found their kyber crystals and still, nothing called for you. Time was running out before the entrance became a wall of ice with no escape and even as a child you accepted defeat before you accepted death. You were the last to leave and the only one who was left empty handed. You would remember the disappointed look of Master Yoda forever, his eyes turned to the snow beneath his feet with a pained look before he looked back up at you.

It wasn’t long after that you were sent back home to Lothal. You had taken your parents pride and sullied it with failure and you don’t think they ever forgave you for it. It was true, you had failed before you even really got started. Your connection to the force just wasn’t strong enough to be a Jedi.

Still, you refused to let the connection go. You spent your formative years practicing the techniques you were able to learn in your short time studying under the jedi. Hours meditating every rotation searching for that warmth. You did find it; you could still feel it and so you taught yourself as much as you could.

Once you were able to venture out on your own you left Lothal and your parents’ resentment behind. Never really setting up a home; you joined a bounty hunter’s guild instead and used your abilities to become a fairly prolific hunter. It was during these years that all hell broke lose as war erupted all over the galaxy.

Only one year in and it wasn’t looking good. Hundreds of Jedi had fallen to the separatist forces and they needed help. This was when a desperate plea rang across the galaxy for the aid of anyone with force sensitive capabilities to come and join the fight for the republic. Whether it was out of the desire to help or need to prove yourself to the ones who threw you out you weren’t sure; still you answered their call.

You were tested and trained in a group of others with similar stories to your own under several rotating Jedi. At the end of your training, you were assigned to be exactly what you already were; a fighter. You were assigned to various squads as aid and back up; using your intuition, strategy skills and your fighting expertise on the battle field with the clones. You’d never hold a rank above a grunt but you didn’t care. Every victory was a curse on the Jedi for giving you up.

After months of rotating between battalions you were about to receive your permanent assignment. Clone Force 99, a rag tag team of four, apparently defective, clones. The irony didn’t escape you.

“Why are we getting a Jedi?” Hunter asked the hologram of Cody. The others standing back but still in view of the commander.

“She’s not a Jedi, she’s one of the force sensitives the Jedi asked to join the cause. She doesn’t hold rank over you, you’re still in charge.”

“I don’t like it.” Sneered Crosshair.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice. The higher ups want these people sprinkled out through all the squads in case of a Sith attack. The Jedi worry about them rising up with the appearance of a few and quite frankly, no clone stands a chance agianst them. They can wipe out battalions.”

“When is she joining and for how long?” The Sergent was growing impatient and didn’t like the idea of a new member being added to their group.

“She’s waiting on Kamino for you now so you’ll meet her upon arrival, she’ll be with you until the war is over or until she runs as fast as she can away from you.” The commander had a small smirk on his face that Hunter mirrored. The idea of sending a Jedi, or whatever, running amused him.

            Once they touched down on Kamino three out of the four were sightly on edge with the exception or Wrecker who seemed rather excited. He was generally the most welcoming. The worry melted away as soon as they laid eyes on you. You really didn’t look like a Jedi at all. You looked like an operative. Instead of a robe you wore black armor and in the place of a lightsaber at your hip, you had a blaster and a large curved vibro-blade.

Crosshair couldn’t help but eye you up and down the armor looked good on you. You took each of them in once you took your helmet off and introduced yourself to your new companions, a dance you’ve done before. Wrecker was kind enough to grab the two crates of your belongings and load them onto the ship. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries before you received your first mission. You were to extract data from an outpost on Teth and upload it straight to Cody. Information about prisoners of war and where they were being held was your main objective. Anything else was an added bonus. You all loaded onto the ship after eating a hearty meal in the cafeteria.

In the back of the ship next to the bunks you unpacked a few things from your crates.

“Whatchya got there?” Wrecker asked excitedly.

“Ill eat a loth cat before I sleep in GAR issued blankets.” He laughed heartily at your response and left you to continue. You didn’t have any photos to hang or many personal items at all for that matter but that’s how you’ve lived for the last few years anyway.

            Once you were finished you made your way to the common area where the clones were discussing strategy. Quietly you took the empty seat between Tech and Crosshair. The outpost was situated in the middle of the jungle. Intel reported minimal guards as it wasn’t a main base but still enough that you all decided stealth was your best option.

            Once the plan had been formulated they all looked at you expectedly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“So why didn’t you become a Jedi?” Tech asked outright, Hunter elbowed him but didn’t faze the goggled soldier.

“I tried but, well they decided I wasn’t strong enough. I’m closer to the force than most people but not close enough to be a Jedi.”

“You’re defective like us!” Wrecker shouted with glee, earning an elbow from Hunter as well. You actually laughed a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve used my abilities as a bounty hunter since I left Lothal until I joined the GAR.”

            Crosshair watched you out of the corner of his eye. You really weren’t what they thought you would be at all. You weren’t a religious zealot you were just someone trying to find their way in the galaxy like the rest of them. He admired that, the honesty too. You weren’t trying to be something you’re not.

            That night in hyperspace you tossed and turned in your new bunk. Nightmares from close calls on a hunt filled your mind. You were often reminded of the times you came close to getting killed before a mission. Eventually you gave up and made your way toward the cockpit. You enjoyed meditating under the blue streaking lights. You were surprised to see that someone had beat you to it. The lithe handsome sniper sat in the pilot’s chair cleaning his fire puncher and mouthing a tooth pick.

            He looked up at you slightly taken aback by your appearance. Quickly he composed himself and half waved his arm at the other seat as a silent invitation.

“Sorry for intruding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re not.”

You were starting to like the way words seemed to slither off his tongue. You nodded a thanks to him and turned to watch the stars soaring by at light speed. Both you sat in silence for a few minutes before he opened and shut his mouth, wanting to ask you something but Cross wasn’t sure if it was out of turn.

He mentally shrugged and asked, “So why did you join the GAR?”

“Is one part brave three parts fool a believable answer?”

“I doubt you’re a fool.”

“Well, we’ll see if you keep that opinion,” you chuckled and earned an upturn of the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I found it ironic that the Jedi needed our help now. I don’t hold too much resentment agianst them but I do want to prove myself as valuable. Besides, things make sense out here.”

“How so?” He turned in his chair to face you and put his rifle down for a moment. You glanced at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“There’s no confusion right now. We fight agianst Separatists and clankers. I’m sure there are good people on those planets but this is the side I chose to fight for so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Crosshair digested your words and offered “We didn’t get a choice.”

“If you did, what would you be doing?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer, I’ve never let myself be hypothetical like that before because there isn’t a choice. I.. We’re property of the GAR just like my rifle and this ship. Don’t tell Tech that though, it’s his ship in his mind.”

You giggled a bit at that and nodded your head in understanding.

“I spent so much time hunting and fighting bounties that this just seemed like a natural course of action. I can’t see myself doing anything else instead now.”

Crosshair picked up his fire puncher again and resumed cleaning it. You watched him for a while before turning back to the lights and closing your eyes. You reached out through the force trying to feel the Purgill you swore you heard. What you didn’t sense was Crosshair watching you intently.

            You were going over the mission plan one last time while Tech was putting down the ship a few clicks away from the objective point. The jungle terrain was difficult to get through but not too much of a problem. The closer you got the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Cross left your group close to the outpost to climb one of the giant trees for a better vantage point.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you whispered to the Sergent.

He nodded in response, seemingly sensing something as well. The post was supposed to be guarded by droids with a few officers scattered throughout but something was off. No perimeter defense and no guards posted outside. Your group made their way around to a side door shown on the schematics and while Tech was overriding security, you Hunter and Wrecker kept watch. You could Feel Crosshair’s eyes on you and it gave you an overwhelming sense of security knowing he was watching over you.

            Three droids were posted on the inside of the door and as soon as you were in Wrecker crushed one agianst the wall, Hunter stabbed one in the chest and you took the last one’s head off with your long viroblade. Quickly you dashed in and made your way through the base looking for a data port. Tech found one on a lower level and plugged in, searching the database until he found what he needed.  

“It seems there are around fifty clones being held captive for questioning on a moon in the outer rim. There are also schematics for the spider droids here…” Tech prattled on interesting things he was downloading until Hunter shushed him and signaled for him to hurry up. That’s when the alarm sounded.

“We gotta go, now.” You stated with certainty. Trusting your instinct the boys packed up and started running back up to the way out. Once the door was insight, a wall of droids emerged and started firing at you. You fell back around a corner and started shooting them with your blaster looking for a weak point in the wall.

“Wrecker throw a smoke grenade,” Hunter barked.

“On it!” Wrecker tossed two creating a large fog that allowed you to step out, you reached out your hand and with a little struggle, used the force to loosen a wall panel until it flew into the side of the droid squad, pinning them to the opposite wall.

“HA HA NICE!” Wrecker shouted.

The four of you ran like hell out of the outpost to find several fallen droids, courtesy of the reliable sniper.

Once the five of you were back on the ship and Tech was taking off Wrecker was excitedly telling Crosshair how you threw a wall at a bunch of droids, taking out ten in one go. There seemed to be an impressed glint in his eye.

“That was good work back there,” Hunter told you sincerely. You smiled and thanked him, watching as the data was sent through encryption straight to Cody to do with as he saw fit.

Your first mission with the squad, a success you exchanged a smile with the sniper and sat in your victory.

[nahoney22]

Hi ! I hope you're alright ♥ Thanks for all the content you create ! Can I ask you a request ? A headcanon for the Bad Batch for her first time with a F!Reader (experienced or not, as your wish !). Something very shy and soft ? Especially for Echo and Crosshair... (for the others too, but them both in particulary. They need someone to trust completely). Thanks in advance and I hope that don't bothering you !

Soft Starters***

(First Time With the Bad Batch)

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: NSFW so minors be gone. soft smut, virgin batchers, swearing, mentions of sex (p in v ), some oral (batcher receiving) but not in great detail, comfort and fluff, both shy reader and batchers in some parts. Not proofread so if you see spelling errors I don’t care hehe

authors note: very sorry about the delay my lovely @wenalena, hope you enjoy 💜

NSFW under the cut

Echo

He knew this moment was going to come soon or later and he couldn’t thank the stars enough that it was with you. Yet, even after mentally preparing himself he was still a bag of nerves when you entered the room.

The pair of you had been dating for a while and when the moment came to get intimate, his fingers began to tremble which was seemingly obvious as you felt his nerves as he takes - or attempts - to remove your bra.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” You look over your shoulder at him, catching the alarmed look in his eyes.

“Yes,” he rasps, gulping, “just struggling with the hooks,” he mutters and tries to get back to the task at hand but you move to face him and give him a doubting look.

“Echo, we don’t need to do anything if you’re not ready.”

Your words had him stunned and admittedly he’s a little embarrassed that he wasn’t as suave as he would’ve liked. “I am. Trust me.”

You tilt your head, humming in soft amusement as your hand raises and cups his cheek as you both sit comfortably on the bed, “Is this your first time?”

“Yeah.” He admits after a few seconds of unsure thoughts but judging by the look on your face, he was in good hands.

“Well then,” you move onto your knees, hands placing to his shoulders as you gently push him back on the bed and crawl over the top of him, “let me show you how it’s done.”

He’s in awe, heart racing and frozen as your lips trail down his bare chest, not even caring about the prosthetics.

His prosthetics had always been a hinderance to him since his accident and when he met you, you didn’t bat an eyelid at it. You never questioned his legs, his arm, his head, back and chest - just nothing. You accepted him for who he was and that’s all he wanted.

“O-o-oh stars,” he moans the second your warm lips come into contact with his length. Yeah, he could get used to this.

He’s a gentle lover but you knew if he wanted to, he could rock your galaxy if you said the word. He holds you close, eyes trained on your face at all times as if you’re the only thing that matters in that moment all the while he is rutting his hips against you that had you crying out his name in pure delight.

Hunter

When you heard that Hunter was a virgin you’re pleasantly surprised. Surprised that someone as gorgeous as him had never got any action and surprised when he said that he was waiting for ‘the one’.

So as you lay under him, his lips trailing up and down your feverish skin, your heart is full at the realisation that you were the one he was waiting for.

“So pretty.” He breathes against the skin of your neck yet there is a tinge of shakiness to it.

“Are you sure you want this? With me?”

Your words have him pulling back to, his brown hues staring adoringly down at you. “It feels like I’ve waited forever and a day for someone like you. So yes, I’m ready if you are.”

With a gentle nod of confirmation followed by a soft kiss to his lips, the gasp that leaves Hunters mouth as he finally breached your entrance is almost sinful to hear.

You’re gazing up at him, watching how all the tension he holds on his face and shoulders from being a Sergent to a group of rogue clones on the run finally fades. “This…” he sighs through gritted teeth, “is amazing. You feel amazing.” His motions are slow and steady, savouring every moment he can. Non surprisingly, he is a natural at this.

Wrecker

Wrecker loved the idea of being someone’s first but was always slightly nervous if the moment came and it was the other way round. Which it did. With you.

He knew you had experience as you had mentioned past partners to him and the others which he didn’t at all mind. But as he’s kissing you, hands touching all over your body from your breasts to your thighs and other parts, you could feel the tension on his tongue.

“You’re tense Wrecker, are you okay?” You whisper against his lips, your hands caressing over his bare, defined and stunning muscles.

“Yeah baby,” for someone so loud, his whispers are almost silent, “I’m… I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

A smile graces your lips, “Oh Wrecker, you’d never hurt me.”

“W-what if I crush ya? What if I’m too rough?” He pulls back a little, his eyes closing and for a moment he’s almost ashamed that his stature could get in the way of one of the most peaceful and loving moments of his life.

“Sweetheart,” you cup his cheek, thumb grazing over the scarred skin, “you could never hurt me. But, if you’re worried I can always go on top.”

His eyes open, stunning eyes searching yours. “Uh, are you sure?”

“One hundred per cent, handsome.” You grin and in a second his lips have crashed back down to yours all the while he flips you both over so he’s now on his back and you’re laying on top of him, his length pressed hard to your stomach. “You ready for this?”

That wave of anxiety vanished in a second the moment he saw you from above, a true vision of beautiful. He nods enthusiastically and as you sheathed down on his cock, he almost faints. What you didn’t expect was that Wrecker… could go on for hours.

Tech

Tech was actually very prepared for his first time. Granted, he never sought out for this type of connection with anyone but when he had fell for you it isn’t long until he is doing research on how to impress a lover.

“I believe that the cleanliness of the room and the lightning is the perfect ambience for this evening.” Tech had gone out of his way, saving up credits to book a night away from the ship with you and as he inspected the room, you could only chuckle.

“Tech, it’s going to be perfect regardless.”

“I sincerely hope so. Though I can not promise amazing results as I have never done anything like this before.” He pushes his goggles up his nose, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart and hot cheeks as he spots you unloading your travel bag, eyes trained on some very… alluring underwear.

You look up at him and smile softly. “Like I said Tech, it’ll be perfect.”

Later that evening after a lovely night of looking at the stars, Tech has taken your hand and led you from the balcony to the bed before bestowing you with words of affirmation and gentle touches.

Though, he is rigid, mind reeling with every step he should be taking which doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Relax, Tech. Do what feels right. I know you probably researched all this but do what you think is natural.”

He chuckles lightly, “how could you possibly know I have researched such a wonderful moment?”

“Because I know you.” You kiss his cheek, allowing him to pull your top up from over your head and of course, your enticing under garments were on show.

“You’re beautiful,” he praises, laying you down gently and leaning over you, “I can not wait to share this moment with someone like you.”

Not to be course, but it was obvious he was a very quick learner.

Crosshair

Despite his tough and stone cold demeanour, you managed to bring out a soft side to him.

Despite the fact his lips are harsh on yours, fingers biting into your hips as he has you pushed up against the wall and swallowing your needy moans, underneath it all, Crosshair was very nervous.

“Crosshair, I need you. Please.” You utter to his lips, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you through the deserted ship.

“I know,” he kisses your lips, eyes knitted tightly shut and as he lays you down and starts to make work at your pants. But as you sit up and watched him in anticipation, your brows furrow as you see his complexion go a little bleak and his fingers trembled at the buttons to your pants.

“Hey,” you sit up and reach across to him, taking his trembling hands into yours, “is this your first time?”

“Is that a problem?” His tone is sharp. Abrupt. Very him.

“No,” you shake your head quickly, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “but you seem nervous. We don’t have to do this.”

Crosshair closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh, pulling away from you completely and sat on the edge of the bunk with his head in his hands.

“Cross?” You sit up with him, placing a tender hand to his thigh. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not though is it? How can I pleasure you at all when I don’t have a clue what I’m doing?” He grunts, agitated at himself at the fear of not being able to please you.

In all honesty, you’re a little dumbfounded. Since meeting Crosshair you just assumed he was experienced. His kisses were like fire and his touch were bone-tingling so naturally, you just assumed he had done something in the past. “Look at me.”

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks to you, eyes searching and pleading for that security he secretly needed. “Let’s do this together, yeah? Do whatever you think is right.”

He swallows the saliva that pools in his mouth and silently nods his head, his hands coming to your waist and moving you into his lap. You don’t kiss, just longing stares that shouted a thousand words. You’re undressing each other until you’re both skin to skin and Crosshair gasps as he feels you manoeuvre your hand down to his length, gently pumping along his warm and velvet skin.

He whispered your name but not to ask you something, not to tell you anything, just simply for the sake of saying it.

“I’ve got you, Cross.”

The second he feels you slide down onto him, his head slumps forward and into your neck. His hands are on your back, holding you close as he tries to control his breathing at the incredible sensation of you. “Fuck, that’s…” he doesn’t finish off what he’s saying, all words jumbled as you softly kiss the side of his head, biting your lip as you slowly rise and fall against him.

The first time with him he’s quiet aside from the soft whimpers. But what he takes from that experience is that he had never felt so secure and loved. Your pupils of lust burned in his mind every night, even when you lay by his side. It takes a few times for him to be more vocal, gaining a confidence that was hidden away.

Masterlist

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[toska-writes]

“Safety in Numbers”

Summary: A huge thunderstorms strike the air, and it’s hard for someone with heighten sense and someone who spent their whole life in a war.

Pairing: Hunter x GN padawan reader (ok guess what.. I bet you don’t know. It’s Platonic!

Warning: hurt and comfort. PTSD mentions and such. Blood but it’s only mentioned once and nondescript. We love dad Hunter here!

Word count: 942

Notes: if you want to be added to my tag list comment or message me! Also feel free to suggest any ideas!

BOOM.

Thunder struck the ground as you tossed back over in your bunk. As silly as it was your blanket formed a protective layer between you and the storm.

You’d been awake for hours. Thunder struck since the early hours of the night making sleep vacant.

BOOM.

Every time you closed your eyes the noise echoed through your skull, it sounded a little too familiar and the memories it brought back weren’t pleasant.

You saw their faces flashing across your vison, the horrific scenes played out over and over again. If you really concentrated you could smell it as well.

Smoke, sweat, and blood.

Lighting flashed and the whole ship shook with the force of the invisible thunder. You couldn’t take it anymore. Someone else had to be awake right? Maybe a walk would help clear your head.

You’d never wake a sleeping member of the crew you were currently stationed with, which was Clone Force 99. They needed just as much sleep as you were missing right now.

You stumbled from your bunk, every time a new sound was made you froze making the journey to the cockpit ever so slow. Clearly the walking idea was out.

Breath in 1 2, breath out. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing can get you. You thought over and over once again.

But with every loud noise that thought slipped further and further away from you.

BOOM.

Coming to the cock pit you weren’t necessarily surprised to see the sergent of Clone Force 99 still awake.

Hunter sat in one of the front seats facing the dark scenery where rain banged against the glass. Hunter leaned slightly into his arm that propped him up, both hands were cupped around his face.

Without giving his unfortunate circumstances you’d almost think he looked at peace watching the rain, like he enjoyed it.

He still picked up your steps over the loud noises raging outside as he quickly turned to look at you spinning in his chair.

You gave him a small smile, by no means did it reach your eyes. “Hey.” The words barely slipped past your teeth and you stood there wondering if you said them at all.

“What’s wrong kid?” Hunter spoke softly, clearly he saw your tear stained face and best attempt at a comforting smile. Nothing could get past him, even in the dark.

“Nothing,” You shook your head slightly. “Just… couldn’t sleep is all.”

He gave you a slight look but didn’t press further, he didn’t need his heightened sense to tell him you were on edge and uncomfortable. Scared even.

Another bolt of lighting strikes the ground creating a huge boom right along after it, suddenly Hunter was on his feet and met you in the middle of the cockpit where you stumbled too.

“Shhh kid it’s ok, I got ya. I don’t like it either. It’s ok ” Hunter rambled into your ear. He held you tightly to his chest rocking back and forth for a moment.

You looked up at him, the pain on his face and the wavering of him in the force told you all you needed to know. “I got you too Hunter alright, Safety in numbers am I right?” You tried to joke but all you felt was numbness.

Hunter held you tighter walking back over to the seat he just vacated. The two of you squished in together. “Don’t worry about me kid, been dealing with loud noises and such for a while.”

Hunter looked down at your huddled form, he could feel the racing heartbeat in your chest.

This was wrong. “I’m so sorry kid.” He spoke into your hair. “You should be playing in the rain, watching it fall, be scared of it if you want but it shouldn’t be like this.”

BOOM.

Hunter wasn’t sure why he was angry or at who but seeing you now experiencing fear and hurt of this level sat wrong with him.

Another boom came, the noise rang in the skull of the trooper. Why him? He understood Crosshairs own struggles sometimes knowing his brother if he were here with you instead would have a problem with the lights that flashed across the sky. But as his head throbbed he almost could admit he was jeoulse of his sleeping brothers.

The duo sat in the chair quietly, muffled tears and whimpers were lost to the raging storm just outside.

Hunter looked down now after a while, the rise and fall of your body wasn’t perfect but it meant that you were asleep hopefully having a dreamless sleep. How could something like this happen to a kid like this? A good kid.

Hunter stood now with you still tightly bundled in his arms. He made is way back through the ship trying not to jump when the thunder struck yet again.

Setting you in his bunk he watched you for a moment in the dark.

“I’m sorry for this life vod’ika.” He whispered “But we can have safety in numbers if you want.”

He slowly climbed into the bunk after you, making sure some part of him protected you from the storm on the exterior of the ship. An arm of his draped over your shoulder and chest pulling you closer.

Sleep never welcomed Hunter that night, not as long as you were asleep. Knowing you too well that you’d wake up while the storm would still be going, disoriented from sleep and scared.

If he could stop that and comfort you for just a second making you feel safer. In Hunters book that’s worth losing a little sleep.

He felt you shift beside him, grasping firmly to his arm.

Safety in numbers, it always works.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69

[guardianangel12]

Fandoms

Guardians of the Galaxy

Marvel (like general Avengers and non-space stuff)

The Walking Dead

Longmire

Star Wars

Once Upon a Time

Pirates of the Caribbean

Throne of Glass

Movies I like

Young Guns

Tombstone

Taken

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Extraction

Favorite Characters:

MCU:

Yondu Udonta

Kraglin Obfonteri

Rocket Raccoon

Thor Odinson

Gamora

TWD:

Daryl Dixon

Merle Dixon

Michonne Hawthorn

Maggie Greene-Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Bob Stookey

Hershel Greene

Tyreese Williams

Carol Peltier

POTC:

Jack Sparrow

Elizabeth Swann

OUAT

Regina Mills

Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold

Killian Jones

Robin Hood

Longmire

Henry Standing Bear

Vic Moretti

Cady Longmire

Star Wars:

Zeb Orellios

Ahsoka Tano

Cara Dune

Sergent Hunter

Captain Rex

Plo Koon

Hera Syndulla

I ship__

Rexsoka

Starmora

Kragula

Longmoretti/Waltoria

CaptainSwan

HoodMills

Sparrabeth

Kanera

Caradin

Brutasha

Glaggie

Richonne

Anti/I do not and will not ship__

Anti Kragdu, that's literally shipping a father and son.

anti Caryl, just no

anti fosterson, Thor deserves better

anti swanqueen, they're both taken, and bad ship altogether. you realize Regina is Emmas step grandmother right?

anti kallezeb, the fact that people pay so little attention as to not know Zeb is straight....

anti Phee x Tech or whatever the ship name is

anti Willabeth, Will is an ass and Elizabeth is better with Jack.

anti Roquill

I don’t know if I’m totally anti, but I don’t really like Starbula

anti ANY clones shipped with clones. Absolutely NO clonecest

[matchademi]

1, 11, 12, 34 for Miwa and Hunterrrr

1: They met when Miwa was given temporary command over the bad batch the last year of the war. Her master wanted to boost her confidence in herself, so she was posted with the Batch. Hunter IMMEDIATELY became infatuated by her, especially seeing her fight for the first time. Miwa, while much slower also quickly started to crush on the Sergent

11:Hunter Hunter Hunter. He constantly has a hand on her. Getting of the Marauder? He takes her hand to help her off. she sitting co-pilot? he has a hand on her arm while looking over her. She needs help getting something down? Pressing up against her to grab it

12: Pre Order 66? Hunter, he has nightmares of battles, losing his brothers, or the experiments he dealt with when he was a cadet. Post Order 66? Miwa, definitely, poor girl lost almost everything. When Hunter has nightmares, he will walk around and check on his brothers before laying back down with Miwa and holding her tight, hiding his face in her hair till he falls asleep again. When Miwa has nightmares, she will go and mediate for a while until Hunter walks over and pulls her close to get her to relax

34: For Hunter, the song he hears when thinking of Miwa is 'Ma Cherie' by Palaye Royale. He is so head over heels that he will follow her even if it hurts him (also him speaking French.... I'm a Hunter simp leave me ALONE)

Miwa is tricky, and I'll probably figure out something better, BUT 'Mine' by Taylor Swift. She is a Jedi who was abandoned at 5 and left in the lower levels, so she did everything to be the picture-perfect jedi. Hunter showed her its ok to be a little wild

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

So I'm working on a Hunter x Reader one shot. So far, so good. I have around 6k words, and almost half of it is angst. It seems like I haven't lost a touch there... but the question is, do I want it to end as an angst, or do I want to give our dear Sergent a happy ending ? Hmmmm...

[starwarscomunauty]

Personnage principal de star wars bad batch

Hunter : sergent et leader du Bad Batch, il a des sens améliorés qui font de lui un traqueur expert. Membre de l'équipe le plus réfléchi, Hunter peut également détecter des signaux électromagnétiques, ce qui l'aide à savoir où se trouvent les droïdes Séparatistes. Hunter et son équipe font les choses à leur manière, tandis que travailler avec d'autres équipes a tendance à entraver leur capacité à faire le travail[76].

Crosshair : tireur d'élite expert grâce à son défaut génétique qui lui donne une vue inhumaine, il peut atteindre une cible jusqu'à dix kilomètres. Crosshair n'est pas un fan des « Regs », des soldats clones qui n'ont pas de défauts, car lui et son équipe sont mal vus par eux. Il est, même envers son équipe, particulièrement impassible[76].

Wrecker : doté d'une force hors norme, il est capable de soulever une canonnière d'assaut. Wrecker est turbulent, mange beaucoup et aime faire des plaisanteries, quelque chose dont Crosshair n'est pas fan. Il aime surtout les explosifs, et les dégâts qui en découlent, ainsi que détruire les droïdes de combat[76].

Tech : ingénieur et expert en décryptage et en langues, il a modifié son armure pour qu'elle soit adaptée à ces compétences. Tech est plus jeune, plus mince et d'un teint plus clair que ses frères d'armes. À l'inverse des autres clones, il a également un passe-temps : il enregistre tous les sons sensibles qu'il rencontre, créant ainsi une base de données pour son usage personnel[76].

Echo : nouveau membre du Bad Batch, il faisait précédemment partie de l'escouade Domino dont la majorité est morte durant une attaque Séparatiste. Deux membres, Fives et Echo, en sortent vivants et sont affectés à la 501e légion sous le commandement d'Anakin Skywalker[N 10]. Présumé mort lors d'une bataille[N 3], Echo s'avère être gravement blessé et est secrètement capturé par les Séparatistes. Pratiquement mort, il est utilisé pour apprendre les tactiques de combat de la République. Plus tard, après la mort de Fives, Rex est convaincu qu'il est toujours en vie grâce à un algorithme Séparatiste. Avec l'aide d'Anakin et du Bad Batch, ils parviennent à sauver Echo qui est désormais majoritairement cybernétique. En raison de ces différences, Hunter invite Echo à les rejoindre, ce qu'il accepte[N 11],[76].

Omega : petite fille aux cheveux blonds, elle est l'assistante médical de Nala Se, scientifique de Kamino. Elle est une grande admiratrice de la Clone Force 99. Omega s'avère être un clone génétiquement modifié comme les membres de l'escadron, permettant d'expliquer le fait qu'elle est de sexe biologiquement différent des autres clones[34].

[jt-artsandfics]

So I'm reopening the Bad batch, Clone wars and Grim Squad match ups now becuase I'm doign more stuff for my clone boys and having a break from Mortal kombat. Yes I will be going back to it in a bit and still working on fanfics. The same for the Clones. Match ups, fanfics and one shots are now open for the boys.

Please go look at the pin post for more information and rules for the request.

[cutelittleluckysoul]

Hello there

So... it has been a while. First of all I want to apologise for everyone who send in a request for a ship and I haven’t done it.  Apparently Tumblr now deleted all the messages I had for whatever reason. The reason I have been away are just simply that I wasn’t feeling well. So I took a break.  I will try to be more active again. But I won’t open ship request for a while now. If you wanna send in a Drabble, Blurb or One Shot concept please feel free to do so because I would love to get back into writing. Just no ship requests please. 

I hope you guys understand and aren’t too mad about it. I look forward to get some requests.

[fivesx4]

bad batch gifs with Brotherly Energy

[nahoney22]

Congratulations on you 2,500 can a I clute fluffy hunter one shots

Lazy Afternoons

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Hunter X GN!Reader

word count: 655 words.

Sometimes it’s nice to just lay down in bed and relax with your other half every once in a while

warnings: none, pure fluff. Short and sweet.

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𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Downtime with Hunter was always a blessing when it arrived. The others were busy, doing their own thing whilst you and Hunter did yours.

Usually, a walk or a trip to a nice cantina is the usual for you both but today you wanted to just lay back, relax and let all the troubles of war fade away.

So what better way to relax other than to lay in a bunk all day, cuddled up with a holomovie on. The movie itself was trash but atleast that can always get a good laugh out of you both. He hates corny movies half of the time but corny movies with terrible acting however? He’s a sucker for it.

When you first started dating many moons ago, you always prepared yourself to not have these types of moments with Hunter. Fearing that his senses would be overstimulated, you began to accept that cuddling and peppering kisses over each other would be a rarity.

That all changed however when one day you’re walking past him in his bunk and feel his arms snake around you as fast as lightning and pull you straight into him. He drowns you in his arms and blanket and gives you the most surprising cuddle of your life. Turns out he is quite the affectionate one.

Ever since, days of just laying together and cuddling became more frequent and you’d have it no other way.

“Mesh’la, what are you thinking about?” You didn’t realise that you had zoned out and missed the last ten minutes of the movie until Hunter whispered into your ear.

A warm sensation runs down your neck and you laugh softly, rolling onto your back and look up at him as he hunches a little over you. “Nothing. Other than the fact I’m the luckiest person in the galaxy.”

Hunter smirks but then shakes his head. “I don’t think you are.”

Frowning, you make a joking swipe at his arm playfully. “You know I don’t like it when you talk down about yourself Hunter.” You pout but are just welcomed with a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m not,” he objects, hand coming up to gentle trace his thumb along your left cheek, “I just said it because I think you’ll find that I am the luckiest person in the galaxy.” He muses charmingly.

You’re grinning, always a sucker for how much adoration he shows you so you lean your head against his shoulder and sigh happily. “Can’t believe we’ve been together almost a year.”

“I know.” Hunter smiles fondly, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your head. “Nobody I’d rather have spent it with.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, Hunter sliding his holopad away in a small crook of his bunk before asserting the ‘big spoon’ position.

His left arm wraps around you, keeping you flushed to his chest whilst you use his right arm as a pillow. He hated it at first but after seeing how quickly you fell asleep against him this way, he begrudgingly let it happen. More often than not.

Both in worlds of your own, you’re thinking of all what has happened up to now. It was a risk to fall in love with a Clone - a Sergent at that - but the first moment you met him, you knew he was the one.

He cared for you like no other, respected your boundaries and took note of your likes and dislikes. He would always have a spare credit or two just for you if you need it and he would always listen. He never dismissed your ideas and would think of clever ways to work around the harder times.

Most of all, he just loved you.

You’re about to say something to Hunter but the moment a soft snore escapes his lips, you knew it could always wait until the later on that lazy afternoon.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Requests are Open. Please read my Masterlist at the bottom to see what I won’t write about to avoid disappointment. Please also tell me if you’d like female, male or gender neutral reader and if you’d like NSFW or SFW. Thanks ♥️

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[ct-sxphdjarin]

BRO IM SO READY BUT ALSO NOT READY

sry for all the tags but i’m screaming

@elizabeth7567 @nightsisterct7567