Summary: Maybe someday Omega will be able to understand what makes her older brother for enamored with his sweetheart.
Warnings: None
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"Hunter, what is it like to be in love?" Omega asked, twirling the cord of her data-pad around her finger. She wasn't yet ready for bed, but her eyes were slowly started to droop and her posture was turning into slump.
The older clone glanced to his lover, who was chatting at a table with Tech, managing to out-talk the brainy clone.
"You sorta get a feel for it when you like everything they do," he responded, heart warming at the flash of a smile you sent to Tech.
Omega was suddenly alert to the way his eyes had drifted.
"Why do you love Y/n?"
The corner of his lips twitched, "Well, I love everything that she does, look at her."
You lifted a spoon full of beef stew to your lips, chewing slowly while listening to Tech's rambles. Your eyes were full, treating the clone with nothing but love and care for the time you'd spent with them.
Omega tilted her head, looking up to Hunter, "I don't really understand."
"You don't, but even when she eats I get nervous."
Omega snorted at his response and he sent her a glare. She giggled, slouching in her seat again. Her knees pushed themselves to her chest as she curled up on the little-less-than-comfy seat.
Hunter watched you with love, catching your eye in a way that sent heat to his face. You smiled at him after swallowing, blowing him a kiss that only made him shiver.
Pairing: Sergeant Hunter (TBB) x Female!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
T/W: pregnancy description / discussion
A/N: for this request ❤︎︎
↳ m a i n m a s t e r l i s t
“I have successfully acquired the cargo,” Tech’s voice came through Hunter’s helmet in a static, but proud tone.
“You mean we have successfully acquired it,” Echo chimed in with a strain, sounding as though he was the one struggling to physically hold on to the cargo.
Hunter, ignoring whatever situation was taking place aboard, turned to you; yelling so you could hear him over the few blaster fires coming hot on your tail from behind, “they have the cargo!”
“Great,” you respond, closing your eyes momentarily as the blaster fires stirred the gravel in front of you, causing dust to rush around your face, “so how do we get rid of them?”
You gestured behind, to the speeders closing in.
“Leave it to me,” Wrecker quickly fell back, punching his fists together, proceeding to pick up the nearest object of debris, hurling it at the two low speeders after you.
You came to a halt at the anticipation of an explosion, Hunter dived over to where you had sunk to your knees, using his body to protect you from any flying metal scraps that were once a part of a well-oiled machine Wrecker was dismantling. Feeling Hunter’s chest press against your back, you squeezed your eyes shut at a second explosion and pushed back against him, waiting to hear all the falling pieces come down before you looked up.
“Well,” you finally said in an exhausted sigh, looking over your shoulder to meet Hunter’s helmet, “that’ll do it.”
“Nice going, Wrecker,” Hunter said, half with a sigh, just glad that it was over.
“No problem, Serg! Ha ha hah!”
Shaking your head, you and Hunter were suddenly drawn to a familiar ship landing a few paces away. Wrecker was making his way over with some of the more interesting pieces of machinery that Tech had requested he bring along with him over the com. As you pushed yourself back onto your heels, Hunter’s arm came around you from behind, gently placing his hand on your stomach as you stabilize yourself, using his opposite hand to hold yours he softly pulled you up.
You stood, completely out of breath, dropping your head back against his chest for a moment, just thankful to be alive after the chaos that had taken place. Of course, for the boys this was a normal mission, so the rest started boarding the Marauder with only the slightest heaviness in breath. It was near impossible to keep up with them sometimes, but you were more than happy to be along. Exhaling deeply, finally catching your breath, you noticed Hunter’s hand still spread on your stomach gently. Turning around slowly and giving some space between you and him, you found him looking pensively and concerningly like you’d never seen before. Shocked he’d removed his helmet before boarding, you brought your arms closer to your side in a soft but mildly defensive manner, figuring something was wrong that you just couldn’t sense yet.
“Hunter?” You speak meeting his eyes directly.
There’s a pause as Hunter takes a deep breath, looking more and more confused by the second himself; he’s always been able to sense things, and they even seemed heightened when it came to those he loved most. But this was different, this was nothing like he’d ever experienced before. There was the resounding sense that the two of you weren’t just the two of you anymore. Of late, he swore he heard your heartbeat double, every time he sensed your pulse, he sensed it twice, one much more timidly than your usual, but nevertheless it was there.
“Are you. . . okay?” He asks suddenly, furrowing his brows and closing any space between you, which ironically made you feel more at ease that it wasn’t incoming danger.
Dropping your hands you shrug, chest still rising and falling a little faster than his, “oh yeah, of course. Not all of us can be elite and-“
“You’re sure you’re. . . okay?” Hunter ducks his head a little lower, squinting his eyes and speaking softer.
“Hunter,” you half laugh to yourself at his overprotective nature, “I’m fine, seriously, not even a scratch on me, Hun.”
Although Hunter’s expression doesn’t change, you smile before placing a lingering kiss to the corner of his lips, pulling back to meet his eyes once more to assure him that you were fine, placing your hand on his chest plate.
“Hurry up lovebirds, or the nest is about to be blown up,” Crosshair calls from the open door on the Marauder.
Turning your head swiftly to face the facility you’d just escaped, you could hardly see anything on the horizon.
“He sees something we can’t,” Hunter acknowledges, taking your hand in his as you both make for the ship’s open door.
Once on board, Tech and Echo, who had been relieved from holding on to the cargo by Wrecker, immediately worked to get you all out of the new danger, but it wasn’t until you left the planet’s atmosphere that everyone relaxed, well, nearly everyone. Crosshair was busy disassembling and cleaning his gear in his usual spot by the map projector, Echo was near the back helping Tech strap down the cargo they hadn’t had time to truly and safely secure in the middle of all the action and you were with Wrecker in the cockpit, talking while he snacked. Hunter, on the other hand, was staring at you from the hull, bouncing a knee.
“Problem?” Crosshair’s voice suddenly broke into Hunter’s thoughts.
“Wh- no, nothing,” Hunter shook his head once, leaning back in the seat trying to act normally, having completely forgotten Crosshair was next to him, “mission went great, so everything’s fine as usual.”
Crosshair pointed an eyebrow, not believing a word Hunter said. He tried to keep eye contact with Crosshair, but every time there was a mildly loud noise coming from the cockpit his eyes darted over to double-check that you were okay. When he returned to meet Crosshair’s gaze, he found him with lips pressed together in a smile. Crosshair then shifted his toothpick and proceeded to make the most obvious shift in gaze over to you, causing Hunter to follow it before Crosshair dropped his head rolling back to Hunter his eyes as if asking him to explain.
“Okay,” Hunter gave in calmly, swivelling the chair away from the cockpit door so you wouldn’t be likely to hear; Crosshair followed suit, “I’m a little worried about her, something’s been…off, medically I think.”
“You’re not just overreacting?” Crosshair suggested, casually returning to cleaning his riffle, aware that Hunter clearly wanted to keep the conversation looking as normal as possible, just in case you looked over.
“I’m sure; it’s been going on for a few weeks now,” Hunter admitted, “so I know it’s not just me since it’s-”
“Persisting,” Crosshair finished the sentence, “right, so what’s your plan? Does she know?”
“No,” Hunter dropped his head.
“That’s not very good leadership communication,” Crosshair smiled, knowing it’d ruffle Hunter’s feathers.
“I’m trying to figure it out before I say anything,” Hunter got a little more defensive in his tone, drawing your attention.
You peeked around the chair from the cockpit back at the two; Crosshair acted like he was looking for something in his kit as Hunter gave you a soft smile that always let you know everything was okay. Returning it, you turned back to Wrecker who was trying to spot shapes in the stars with you out the front window as you drifted in space.
“And how is this investigation going, Hunter?” Tech’s voice came in, obviously curious about the situation; Hunter looked up to see Tech and Echo behind Crosshair, they’d clearly come up from strapping the cargo down. “I couldn’t help but overhear something about you trying to figure something out?”
Tech pushed the bridge of his goggles up, looking between his brothers, awaiting an answer. Hunter sighed reluctantly, he didn’t really want to tell anyone else about his suspicions, except you when the time was right, but nevertheless, he explained his feeling that something was going on with you medically, even though he couldn’t tell what.
“Oh, how interesting,” Tech said thoughtfully, after Hunter’s explanation, “well, I could conduct some exams if-”
“No,” Hunter quickly cut Tech off from finishing his sentence, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, “I actually think I’ve figured it out already.”
“Then what are you waiting for,?” Crosshair dropped back in his seat, crossing his arms, now completely confused why Hunter was dragging the conversation out so long if he’d known all along.
“Well, because it’s- complicated,” he looked around at his three brothers, all waiting for him to say it, “I think she’s…pregnant.”
“What?” Crosshair said in a low voice.
“Oh!” Was all Tech had to interject.
“Well, I’ve been hearing-”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Echo started, in complete shock, “Hunter, you’re telling me we’ve got a baby on board?”
“Look at it this way,” Tech turned to Echo, “she’s already been on various amount of missions that could have compromised the safety of herself as well as-”
“Believe it or not, that’s not helping,” Echo crossed his arms over his chest.
“I know,” Hunter tried to quell the group, certain you were overhearing every single word, “just don’t say anything.”
“I will if you won’t,” Echo stated confidently, purely out of care for you, “she needs to know.”
“I’m going to, I will,” Hunter strained to keep his patience, “I’m just figuring out the right time, and brace myself for the outcome; what if she doesn’t want me around now that a kid’s entering the picture? We’re not exactly safe, I’m working on it.”
“Well figure it out faster,” Crosshair said, getting up, “otherwise you’re jeopardizing her.”
“I mean, logically, she would figure it out eventually if you simply wait until the-”
“Would you stop?” Echo turned to face Tech directly, discouraging his scientific observations for the time being, “Hunter, you have to tell her, I’m sure she’ll take it a lot better than you think, but she has to know, it’s too dangerous to hold off on.”
“You’re right,” he admitted, “I mean, I could be wrong, but…”
The sound of your joyous laughter broke off the conversation between the boys; looking to the cockpit, Wrecker had his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and was hoisting you up, stomping around the cockpit, obviously mimicking the creatures you had previously faced on a mission.
“Wrecker!” came a concerned and scolding exclamation from the hull.
Wrecker immediately and completely stopped in his tracks at what he was doing, as if he’d frozen. Turning only his head, he took to staring and blinking toward the four of his brothers. It was completely normal for you and Wrecker to be this playful, he picked you up and hugged you wildly all the time, so the sudden backlash from all four startled you. They had all moved closer to the cockpit doorway but stopped when Wrecker paused. There was a shared confusion between you and Wrecker as you glanced over to them as well.
“Wh-what?” Wrecker asked, suddenly feeling bad, unsure why and what for.
“Just- be careful,” Hunter tried, “with…her.”
“I- I always am,” he responded; worried that he’d hurt you, Wrecker looked to you in his arms, and you looked up just as puzzled before he assured the group, “she’s okay.”
Hunter grasped for words but didn’t have any. Glancing around to his brothers they all gave him a look telling him to come out with it, Hunter was fairly certain someone was going to start a countdown giving him a matter of seconds to tell you before one of them stepped in.
“Ah, Wrecker, think you could give me just a few minutes with her?”
“Ohhhh, getting jealous of our time together? Say no more Serg, she’s all yours,” Wrecker laughed, mood completely returning to his usual oblivious, but kind-hearted nature.
Setting you down softly, Wrecker winked obviously at Hunter as he passed and began looking for more snacks; you adjusted your outfit back into place. Sitting down in one of the passenger’s chairs, Hunter joined you in the seat adjacent. Looking you over, you were so stunning to him in the dim light coming from the window, a thousand stars and planets in your eyes. Hunter was beginning to worry he’d ruin everything if he said something, but then he heard and felt it again, he could feel it as if it was a part of him so deeply that he had to let you know it was a part of you too.
“What were you guys talking about?” You inquired, “it looked pretty serious.”
“Ah, yeah,” Hunter leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees avoiding your eyes for a moment, before looking up, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand, “look, you’re sure you’re feeling alright?”
“Of course,” you giggled, “Hun, we went over this I’m totally-”
“I mean…before the mission, did you feel alright? No…stomach pain?” Hunter was entirely out of his league here, he had no idea the best ways to identify pregnancy other than when it started to show, but his instinct told him it was the case even if no one else could possibly know it yet.
“Stomach…pain?” You dipped your head and perked an eyebrow, still a faint smile on your face.
“C’mon, what is this an experiment for Tech? He’s just too shy to ask?” You almost laughed again, yourself at the idea of Tech asking you these questions.
Giving a sigh seeing that this method was going nowhere and he’d have to present his idea sooner or later since you had no idea yet. Hunter turned quiet for a while, staring at the floor of the ship. You could tell there was something more serious on hand; Hunter was a protector by nature, but this seemed a bit much even for him, he trusted you when you told him how you were feeling, the fact that he was questioning it wasn’t like him.
“What’s bothering you? I’m okay, just tell me,” you encouraged, meeting him, leaning forward and placing a hand on his forearm, “we’ll work it out together, but I’ve got to know to help.”
Hunter half smiled to himself, looking at your hand on his arm, caressing it with his opposite hand; if only you knew.
“Alright, but just hear me out first,” Hunter glanced up with pleading eyes, a rare sight.
“Of course,” you moved closer to the edge of your seat so you could take both his hands in yours.
“For a while now…I’ve been sensing something I couldn’t explain. Every time I touch you it gets stronger, but it’s always there. It’s like it’s a part of me too.” You nodded for him to go on, “and as time has gone on, I think I’ve figured out what it is. It’s your pulse, and it’s doubled,” Hunter winced a little expecting a reaction, but nothing came yet, “it’s softer and not as strong, but there’s another heartbeat inside you and so I think…that…”
Hunter slowed his sentence down as he watched your eyes become brighter than the stars reflecting in them and your smile widen excitedly; he could feel your hands tightening around his. You nodded when he stopped, but he didn’t say anything more, he wanted you to be the one to say it, to confirm the thoughts and feelings that had been rushing through his mind nonstop.
“We’re pregnant?” You spoke in a whisper as delicate as a dove.
“I think so,” Hunter nodded, your energy contagious as he couldn’t help but smile back at you.
Letting go of his hands, you leaned back in your chair, tucking your legs up and covering your smile with your hands. The stars never looked so bright. Tears of joy were brimming in your eyes as a million future scenarios rushed through your mind. The fact that Hunter’s senses were so attentive to you that he could sense the moment you became pregnant made you even more emotional as you began to think of how attentive he was going to be with the child, forever keeping them safe.
“Honey, are you-” Hunter was cut off by a gasp as you leaned to grasp his hands tightly.
“Wait until we tell your brothers,” you smiled, “they’ll be so happy too, I just know it! How should we tell them?”
“About that,” Hunter returned to a mildly anxious state, “they might…already…mostly know.”
Your smile faded, “so…so I was the last to know?”
Hunter took a deep breath, realising how that came across.
“You knew and you told them first?” Your eyebrows furrowed together.
“Not intentionally. I wasn’t planning on it, but apparently, I wasn’t as subtle as I thought I was so they noticed, and Crosshair, he saw right through me.”
“He’s good at that,” you admit with a soft smile, thinking over the situation; of course, his brothers knew him best and it wasn’t that hard to tell something had been off with him, “well, as long as you didn’t hide it on purpose.”
“Promise,” Hunter stroked the side of your cheek with his hand.
“Hunter,” you sighed his name happily, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes, “I couldn’t be happier than right now.”
Leaning forward, Hunter kisses your forehead, lingering against your skin for a moment, before resting his chin against your temple.
“You know, there is someone who doesn’t know,” Hunter spoke.
“Really?” You pulled back a little bit, confused.
Hunter smirked, certain that Wrecker hadn’t heard when he looked to the hull and found him in the middle of trying to tease Crosshair with his Lula, a daily routine for him. Taking your hand in his, Hunter nodded for you to rejoin the group and you quickly wiped away the tears that had slipped passed your lashes. The four who already knew all directed their attention to you; they glanced to Hunter quickly to confirm that he had told you and when Hunter gave a subtle nod, their gazes met you.
“Congratulations are in order,” Crosshair nodded from where he was sitting.
“This will be a most fascinating time, I do hope that we can meet any requirements,” Tech said with a gentle smile and an adjustment of his goggles.
“We’re all very excited for you,” Echo joined.
“Yeah!!” Wrecker exclaimed, raising a fist to the sky, before a blanket of confusion came over his face, “wait, for what? What happened? It’s just been the six of us.”
He looked around at everyone, clearly, he was the only one out of the loop. Hunter and you exchanged glances before he gestured to you with open arms.
You bit the inside of your lip unable to contain your smile, “make that seven.”
summary: A shower with his loved one calms Hunter, even more when she braids his hair afterwards.
pairings: Sergeant Hunter x Reader, Bad Batch
warnings: nudity, bad batch = cock blocker but mostly fluff
words: 1080
a/n: I would love to write more for the clones so if you have ideas hit me up (although my requests are closed lol)
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
The refresher is almost too small for two people - fortunately only almost. Hunters back is pressed against the cold wall while his love is in front of him, helping him out of his armor as well as clothes. (Y/n) can remove his armor quicker than the clone himself so that soon every piece is laying on the floor.
Her delicate hands wander to the hem of Hunters shirt and she slowly pulls it over his head, removing his bandana by chance too.
"So handsome", (Y/n) whispers with a sweet smile on her lips and after she places the shirt on the pile of armor, her hands wander from Hunters chest upwards. One stays on his neck, the other caresses his tattooed cheek. The Sergeant closes his eyes, enjoying the soft touch of his lover and even nestling up against (Y/n)s small hand.
Hunter needed some time to get used to (Y/n)s touch but eventually he accepted it so much that the skin-to-skin-contact calms his increased senses. When (Y/n) is around everything around the man gets quiet - even the chattering of his brothers.
With a quick kiss to Hunters forehead, (Y/n) turns towards the shower and starts the water. She holds one hand under the stream to get the perfect temperature - not too warm and not too cold. Last time the temperature changed rapidly because of a heavy make out session, Hunter almost had a panic attack.
"Join me", Hunter pleads as he wraps his strong arms around his beloved girlfriend and kisses along her neck. Both his hands wander under her shirt and caress her soft skin. His black trousers as well as boots lay forgotten on the floor before the sink.
A giggle leaves (Y/n)s lips and finally she manages to find the perfect temperature. She nods and turns around to place her lips on the Sergeants in a short but lovely kiss.
While Hunter enters the shower, (Y/n) takes off her clothes in a haste and then follows her lover. She wraps her arms around the clones body and leans her head against his back, kissing the tattoo there. Hunter turns around and places his huge hands on his girlfriends waist. There is a dreamy smile on his lips.
"Can I wash your hair?", (Y/n) asks shyly and looks up at her lover with big pleading eyes. Without any hesitation, Hunter nods and kneels on the wet floor of the shower. He wraps his arms tightly around his girlfriends legs, one of his hands on her ass.
The moment (Y/n)s hands start to massage the shampoo into the Sergeants hair, he leans his head against his loves stomach. Hunter closes his eyes in pure enjoyment. The feeling of (Y/n)s fingers caressing his scalp makes him dreamy and sleepy.
“Last time we were on Coruscant I bought this scentless conditioner for you“, (Y/n) explains and shows Hunter the bottle as he looks up with adoration in his eyes. It may be a small gesture but means so much to the Sergeant - thinking about him when looking at something particular. And then even remembering that strong smells overwhelm him.
"Thank you", Hunter whispers and kisses his lovers stomach. With a groan, because his knees hurt from the hard floor, he stands up and lets (Y/n) put the conditioner in his dark locks. She does the same to her own hair.
"Now we have to wait a few minutes", (Y/n) explains as she puts back the bottle.
A muffled scream leaves her mouth because Hunter grabs her by the hips and presses his lips to hers. Carefully, he pushes (Y/n) against the wall to feel her even closer. They grind their lower halves against each other and the kiss gets steamier from moment to moment.
Only when Wrecker knocks at the door to remind them that they are taking too long, the couple parts heavily breathing. (Y/n) can feel the knock against her back because the wall shakes.
Laughter fills the small shower and the two lovers quickly rinse their hair. Then they leave the shower and wrap themselves in fluffy towels. While Hunter puts on his blacks, (Y/n) dries his hair with a separate towel. The clone does the same to his girlfriend afterwards.
Hunter in his blacks and (Y/n) only in her towel exit the refresher and almost run towards their shared quarters. The Sergeant doesn‘t want his brothers to see any naked skin of his love.
Inside their room Hunter takes a seat on the bed, leans against the wall and folds his arms behind his head. He enjoys watching his girlfriend get dressed.
Finally dressed in one of his old shirts and some tight pants, (Y/n) approaches her boyfriend and takes a seat on his lap. She smiles at Hunter and moves her face closer to his, to give him a much needed kiss.
Unfortunately, Crosshair enters their shared quarters without knocking and leans with a cocky grin against the doorframe. The armor pieces he was holding mere seconds ago, fall to the floor with a loud noise. Hunter sighs but doesn‘t move, still feeling the warm breath of his love on his lips.
“First of all: You forgot your armor. Second: Tech sent me to ask if you wanted to join our Sabacc game?“, the sniper asks and lets his gaze wander all over (Y/n)s body. While Hunter growls at his brother, the female stands up and nods excited. She takes her boyfriends hand and drags him through the ship and to his brothers.
Soon the Bad Batch is fully consumed by the Sabacc game and once in a while Hunter lets (Y/n) take a look at his cards. His love is sitting on his lap once again and one of her hands is in his hair.
Because of boredom, (Y/n) takes a strand of dark hair and starts to braid it. No one says anything but the female is sure that the three other clones will tease their Sergeant the next day. Nevertheless, she makes more braids into his hair and smiles at her work.
Eventually, Hunter feels a pull at his hair and looks at (Y/n) sleeping with her head on his shoulder and her fingers wrapped around one of the braids. That‘s the Sergeants sign to leave the game and carry his love to their bed.
With his loves hands in his hair and her braids gracing his hair, Hunter falls asleep with a lovely smile on his lips.
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Summary: Maybe the bad batch should be recreated into a theatrical performance group! Yeah... maybe not.
Warnings: None
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You crept out of your bunk, looking down at Wrecker sleeping peacefully with Lula tucked into his arm. Grrrr. You rolled your eyes at how sassy your stomach was being. You had bought those fruits from the markets recently...
Stepping out with a small flashlight so you could watch where you were stepping, you cautiously walked through the doorway of the bunks, looking to see Hunter sitting down in your small booth.
He flashed his flashlight to you and blinded you. With a groan, you squeezed your eyes shut and crunched up your face. In a funny gesture, you also flashed your flashlight to your face. Hunter returned the gesture with his own flashing towards his groggy face, the angle bringing out the bags under his eyes.
"Do you want to indulge in the starfruit we purchased?" you asked, speaking with a deeper tone and an ominous accent, drawing out your words.
Hunter smiled back with an evil sharpness, "Mmm, yes, I supposed I would. And than shall we cuddle?" He returned with a higher pitched and accented evil-villain voice.
You giggled mischievously, "All part of my plan, good sire. I would love to indulge in the intimacies you mortals call cuddling."
"Would you two shut the fuck up?" Crosshair groaned.
