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Don't worry, I'm holding your hope on my head, we can share that responsibility too >:')

(Oh absolutely, but there's comfort in knowing we're all gonna be sobbing by the end, right?)

oh good lord. happy final bad batch eve. can someone hold my hand?

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I believe you :'D holding on my hope on YOUR head now. Enjoy that responsibility. /hj

oh good lord. happy final bad batch eve. can someone hold my hand?

#sw the bad batch

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oh good lord. happy final bad batch eve. can someone hold my hand?

#unsurprisingly unprepared #sw the bad batch

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AISIEWNIWW OHMYGOD THANK YOU

YESSSSSS A SINGLE COIN >:))))

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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ugh mother appreciation post

Bonus

#my and my mama are best friends trust 😌 #not really sw related #but!!!

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Preparing for the Dreaded Final of TBB with my mother hasn't gone too well.. she's worried for Wrecker :( he's her favourite, so she's preemptively mourning his death

Also, she's scolding the Star Wars writing team... like, I tried to show her a meme, and she heard "Wrecker" and went "ah-ah" and wagged her finger before storming off......

She's asked me to watch it before her so I can warn her 😭

#shes scared guys #sw the bad batch #tbb wrecker #sw the bad batch spoilers

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Same here. Not fun. Thank you sm!! <3

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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Thank you!! :D I'm glad I could do them justice!!

And same I thought it'd be very Crosshair 😌 more s3 Cross than anything but that's what I was going for >:]

Thank you for reading :)) <3

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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Thank you!!! I love modern aus too >:)!!!

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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Thank you so much!!! >:))

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

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Middle name and all. Crosshair was NOT messing around 😤

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

#love this! great writing!! never really read modern au before. #<- thank you so much!!! i LOVE modern aus theyre great >:] im glad you enjoyed this!!

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Damn this smutty PheeTech drabble is much longer than I meant for it to be... I don't know how to feel about that just yet

#why yes it is the “tech gets pegged” fic #why do you ask #sw the bad batch #tbb tech #phee genoa #tech x phee #pheetech #nsfw

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Thank you so much!!!

I love all their different routines blending into one mess of a morning, especially when they realise they can go back to bed... its adorable 😭

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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BAID SIAIA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! <33

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.

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THANK YOU SM <3!!

Haven't written modern au in forever

Hunter's alarm blared.

He sighed, sitting up. He rolled over, pulling his socks and a pair of sweats on, stretching.

He walked out into the hall, calling into the rooms as he walked past. "Up!" He didn't bother with "good mornings," because he knew no one would want them until they were downstairs.

He paused at the stairs, looking down. The door to their garage was open, exactly how he left it late last night, telling his youngest brother to sleep soon. That could mean two things.

"Tech?" He tried, waiting for a shift. When he didn't hear one, he sighed. Wrecker bumbled past him, shirtless and yawning.

"Grab Tech," Hunter told him as he walked down. "He fell asleep under the car again."

"You got it, boss." Wrecker gave him a thumbs up, ducking into the open doorway. Hunter heard the squeaky sound of Omega's old skateboard and the sound of Wrecker grumbling.

"Oil got everywhere again!" Hunter groaned at his brothers words. Omega barrelled into his arms.

"Morning!" She smiled wide. Hunter managed a small smile back, ruffling her sleep kissed hair.

"Hey, 'mega," He greeted. "Breakfast, teeth and bag. You know the drill."

"Yes sir!" She nodded, running downstairs, already dressed for school. How she did it, Hunter didn't know.

He heard the thump of Echo's prosthetics, and he turned. "Mornin'," He sighed, tugging his dressing gown tighter around himself. "Wha's the agenda?"

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." Hunter repeated around a yawn.

Echo looked confused for a moment. "Right.." He agreed anyway, walking past Hunter.

Wrecker passed him on the way, carrying Tech back up the stairs. "Gonna dump him in the bath," He explained briefly. Echo didn't question further.

Crosshair appeared last, their dog on his heels. On the way past, he spared Hunter a soft pat.

"Breakfast, teeth and bag." He joked, skipping the last step as Batcher barked, nipping at his feet. She paused to lick Hunter's hand, and followed Crosshair to the kitchen.

Hunter heard them talking in the kitchen, listened as Tech was rudely woken by cold water, with Wrecker's laughter to accompany him. He sighed softly, content.

He waited in-between them, happy to float as his family enjoyed a slow morning.

A bit too slow, considering Omega had school soon, but the thought was lost as Hunter shut his eyes and listened to the sounds of his family, close and safe.

Until Crosshair's sharp voice swore. "Hunter fucking Fett. It's Saturday! You woke us at six am on a Saturday!"

Hunter's groan into his hands joined the chorus of displeasure.

"Back to bed!" He ordered, already walking towards his room.