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rainydaydream-gal18 · 1 year

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Oh! How would the Bad Batch react to their S/O protecting them or blocking an attack they didn’t see for them during a mission!

(The Bad Batch) You Block/Protect Him from an Attack

Hunter

There isn't much that this guy doesn't see, but every now and then, he finds himself a little preoccupied in the heat of battle. He saw the enemy taking aim with their blaster, but he was locked in hand-to-hand combat with multiple targets at the moment, mentally working out the details of how he'd get out of that one.

You saw your enemy's evil intent, heart pounding at the thought of any harm coming to him, and jumped in to quickly knock the enemy out before they could even take a shot.

While grappling with his opponent, Hunter's visor snapped toward you for an instant. If his helmet was off, you would've seen the gratitude in his eyes as well as the pride. But things were moving so fast that he couldn't afford to spare more than a glance in your direction.

A new resolve settled in his chest, and he overcame his opponent with a surge of strength. He had to end this fight.

It was later on aboard the Marauder that Hunter was able to truly express his feelings on the matter. In the quiet of the ship, he pulled you into an embrace that caught you a little off guard.

"I saw that," he murmured. "Earlier."

You smiled as you leaned into his chest, though you weren't entirely sure what it was about. "What do you mean?"

"During the fight," he continued, resting his stubbled cheek against yours. "You were there just in time."

"Oh, that?" Your heart picked up speed as you wrapped your arms tighter around him, chuckling softly. "Just doing my duty, Sarge. I'm always happy to help."

"Saved my behind is what you did."

You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling away slightly to kiss his chin. "You would've found your way out."

He smirked, tilting his head down so that his lips could meet yours. "I'm not so sure. It was looking pretty bleak."

Wrecker

During fights, this guy goes all out. Sometimes he gets caught up in the heat of battle, so it isn't entirely unheard of that he wouldn't see an impending threat creeping up on him.

You never strayed too far from Wrecker in battle unless you were given an order, so fortunately, you saw it coming. He was covering you, as a matter of fact, pulling a particularly large opponent away from you.

You planted your feet and took aim with your blaster, firing off a couple of blasts to take the approaching threat out.

Wrecker hadn't seen them coming behind him, but he heard the blaster fire. He turned around to see your position standing only a few feet away, gaze honed on your target, eyes alight with protective fire.

"Wow," he rumbled in amazement, helmet tilting as he admired you for a moment. His chest swelled with the reminder that you always had his back, and he dove back into the fray.

After the fight, Wrecker came up behind you while you talked to Hunter and wrapped you up in a giant hug, squeezing you until you laughed.

"You were great out there!" He boomed affectionately, bringing you closer his chest and resting his head against yours as if you were Lula. "Thanks for havin' my back!"

You happily accepted the kiss that he bestowed, melting into it and his gentle touch.

Tech

Tech was very capable on the battlefield. You'd seen it. He was smart, resourceful, and strong.

But sometimes, he had other things to do even in the midst of a firefight. Whether it was hacking, downloading data, searching his holopad for vital information, or using his custom visor to scan ahead. It was in those times that engaging in combat was put on the backburner, falling to the rest of you while he worked on whatever crisis was at hand.

This was one of those instances. Tech was knelt beside a panel, trying to hotwire a door since Wrecker was not there to bash it in. You and Echo were covering him. It was practically the two of you against an entire wave of enemies that were quickly approaching.

A shot was fired just past Tech, leaving a scorch mark on the door. He paused his work momentarily to steal a narrow-eyed look at the enemy. Heart racing, you jumped in front of him, swiftly taking aim and firing off several blasts.

Tech glanced up at you, brown eyes softening behind the clear visor, and coolly resumed his task.

"Thank you, my dear," he said evenly, though the gratitude was evident in his tone.

"Of course," you grunted back, ducking to avoid a shot and quickly firing back. Together, you and Echo were able to fight off the remaining opponents until Tech managed to get the door open.

Later on, when things calmed down, you and Tech hardly left each other's side even as you went about the mundane tasks of ship repairs, setting coordinates, checking supplies.

Out of the blue, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. The gesture was a surprise, but a pleasant one. You sighed into it, and when he pulled away, you smiled. When you asked what it was for, he merely adjusted his goggles and replied,

"Consider that my expression of gratitude for earlier. Thank you for covering me."

"Oh," you chuckled. "Anytime."

Echo

You'd been separated from Echo on the latest mission, given orders to accompany Wrecker and Omega and meet the others at the destination. Of course you always worried about your love, but never in a million were you prepared for what you saw when you arrived at the rendezvous point.

In the middle of a fight, Echo was grappling with an enemy at the edge of a steep drop. His blaster was just out of reach, and the opponent had his arm pinned.

Your heart plummeted at the sight, and to make matters worse, another enemy was eyeing the situation from across the platform, possibly looking to aid his ally. The enemy turned his masked face toward you, and the both of you met each other's gazes in silent understanding.

You took off running toward Echo and his opponent, blaster in hand. You couldn't afford a moment of hesitation. Your rival was tearing across the platform as well, both of you intent in the race to help your comrades.

Fortunately, you made it there first, taking aim to keep him from getting any closer. In that instance, Echo managed to overpower his attacker, and knock him out. He looked up through his helmet visor to see you standing in front of him protectively with your blaster aimed at the one who had dared to threaten him.

He still made a move for his own blaster, so you stunned him.

Echo was at your side in an instant with his own blaster recovered. "Thanks," he breathed out through his modulator, still huffing from the effort his his wrestling match. "You alright?"

"Now that you are, I am," you replied, affection creeping into your tone as you stole a glance at him. "Don't do that to me again."

His voiced lilted with playful sarcasm. "I'll try not to."

Crosshair

He is always the eye in the sky. Crosshair is the one who looks after the others, including you.

But it isn't completely unheard of that his location is compromised.

You were down below, engaged in combat alongside the rest of the squad. You fired your blaster and ducked to avoid a swipe from a nearby opponent. As you took him down, you noted the fall of enemies all around you. Single, precise shots from afar. Your eyes travelled up to see the glint of armor nestled atop a boulder at the peak of a rocky slope.

You knew it to be Crosshair, so you gave him a nod of thanks that he would hopefully see through his scope. It always amazed you how far he could be, and yet how safe you felt knowing he was never too far.

Unfortunately, one of your enemies somehow managed to follow the line of fire. They stood at the edge of the valley, aiming their own rifle at Crosshair's position.

"Oh no," you whispered, muscles bunching as you prepared to break into a run. You lifted your blaster and fired a few warning shots, hoping to spook him out of it. Relieved that he turned his attention from your sniper and onto you, you barreled into him rather ungracefully and knocked him out with a harsh blow with the butt of your blaster.

No doubt that maneuver would result in a few bruises on your arm, but things were too crazy to dwell on it for long.

You didn't see Crosshair until after the battle when things calmed down. He met up with the rest of the squad, hovering near you like he usually did.

"Hey," you greeted, eyes brimming with affection and relief. He entered your space, regarding you with his own version of tenderness.

"Hey." His gaze didn't stray from yours for several seconds, a sign he was contemplating his next words. "Are you...alright?"

"Hm?"

"Before. You hit him pretty hard."

"Oh," you blushed, realizing he saw that. "I got a little banged up, but nothing major."

"That was reckless." His scolding was flat, but you recognized it for what it was. Even so, his gloved hand curled around yours.

"I know, I just... I got concerned is all."

"Concerned," he repeated with emphasis, leaning in. Before you could respond, Crosshair's lips joined with yours agonizingly slow, leaving you wanting another kiss as he pulled away.

"Be more careful next time," he murmured.

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sokkadora · 1 year

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hugs — hunter (gg) x noceda!reader

summary: your first hug with hunter after a week of not seeing each other much (you’re back to school in the human realm) and he conks out during the middle of it

a/n: this is based off of what zeno said about hunter avoiding hug’s because they’re too comfortable and he’ll fall asleep 🙁🙁 HES SO CUTEBSJSJS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

wc: 638

warnings: being tired, hunter being a sweetie pie

Being Camila and Manny’s first child, there were more trial and errors with you than there were with your younger sister.

And it’s not that you were upset, but being a year younger than mostly all of your classmates could be a bit belittling — Gus understood that. And so did Hunter.

Speaking of which, after returning from the demon realm with your sister and your friends, you’d been too busy to do anything for yourself with school, applying for colleges, working on a way back, and your job at Camila’s veterinary clinic.

It’s been exhausting, but, fall break was about to begin in…

You glance at the clock above the chalkboard, narrowing your eyes at the 1 minute and 23… 22… 21…

Oh, whatever.

Shoving your notebook and computer back into your book bag, you heaved a sigh doing so.

You’d been given a break from work for the week, the staff all adored you and Luz and encouraged this break, saying that “you’d been spending too much time at work,” and “that boyfriend of yours must be missing you.”

You appreciated the concern, but not the teasing. Even if it was coming from a place of love.

RING! RING! RING!

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you swiftly exited your class, ignoring the concerned look on your friend Masha’s face as you quickly scurried out. They’d be able to call you later anyhow.

Luz found you out at your car and waved softly. You ruffled her hair when she got in arms reach, and you both got into the car to ride home.

When she found out you and Hunter had started dating, she was a little (very) concerned and yet… excited for you. You had always been a role model for her, and she couldn’t harp on you for finding someone that made you happy.

Even if they were evil. At the time.

Hunter’s pretty much family now, along with Vee. You see him cooking with Camila and your heart warms, because you never thought you’d find something like what your parents had.

When you get home, your mom hasn’t arrived yet, and the others are in the shack behind the house. Luz goes to see them, but you stumble inside tiredly, ready to nap after the relentless and hectic past few months that barely let you rest.

Flopping your bag onto your desk, you followed suite by flopping onto the chair at your desk with a huff.

You were beginning to drift until…

“(Y/n)?”

Heavy eyelids shot open, and you sat up straight, quickly wiping the drool off your face before turning to the door.

Hunter poked his head in through the cracked open door, you stood to greet him with a smile. It had been almost a week since you’d really been able to talk and you missed him. A lot more than you were willing to admit out loud at least.

“Hey, you,” You yawned, sliding out of the chair as you stretched your body. Hunter closed the door, his hands clenching and unclenching as he watched you. “What’s up?”

“I just…” Hunter sighed, scratching the back of his neck with a blush on his cheeks. “I missed you a lot this week. We didn’t really get to see each other.” He pouts, and your surprise quickly turns to fondness.

“I missed you too, tiger.” You said with a big smile, standing from the chair and engulfing him in a hug. “At least we have next we—“

HOOOOOOONK—

Aaaaaaaand, he’s out.

You grimace playfully, but pull him over to your bed and fall back with him laying on top of you. He’s heavy, but the weight feels comfortable. Hunter, feels comfortable.

You fell asleep with him not soon afterwards. After all, he was a much better cuddle buddy than a wooden desk.

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 1 year

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We’ll Meet Again

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Prompt - “I got you.”

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The first time you met was purely coincidental, you and your Master had been working on a mission for nearly a week without success. It seemed the mission was doomed to fail, impossible as every one of your attacks was countered until you were forced to retreat.

Everyone was exhausted, so many men had been lost in such a short amount of time, though really it felt like you had been here for so much longer. With each new attack less men were returning to camp, supplies and soldiers running dangerously low and the Council couldn’t get anyone out to Chisno to help.

You, Obi-Wan and Cody stood around a holomap, bouncing ideas of each other that were all met with failure. You were all drained, sore and tired from the constant action and needed an impossible plan for such an impossible mission.

“I have an idea.” Cody announced suddenly after the silence had stretched on.

You and Obi-Wan turned to the Commander, seeing the faraway look in his eyes as he ran through whatever plan he had thought up in his head. You both waited for him to calculate whether it would work before he turned to you with a nod.

“I have to make a call but hopefully we’ll have reinforcements here soon.” Cody said and he turned to leave the tent, leaving you and Obi-Wan to look at each other in confusion before just shrugging, you both trusted Cody and if he could get some form of reinforcements here then neither of you would complain.

It turns out Cody did have a plan and could come through with the reinforcements, just in time too because in the two days it took for Cody’s backup to arrive many more men had been lost in battle.

When the ship landed you looked over, having to wait only a moment or two for the door to open and a group to walk out. Your focus was immediately drawn to the man at the front of the group, long hair held in place with a red bandana, a smile spreading across his face as he gripped Cody’s forearm.

He was beautiful, that was the first thing you noticed about him. You didn’t know what you had done for the Force to put the two of you in the same place at the same time but you were thankful nonetheless.

“General Kenobi, General Y/L/N, this is Clone Force 99.” Cody said with a smile bigger than you had seen since before you were assigned this Force forsaken mission. “This is Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech and Hunter.”

Hunter.

They didn’t look much like any of the clones you were used to being around but Cody continued telling you about their enhancements and how these four clones could be the key to winning this mission and the planet.

“Thank you for coming, any help at this point would be greatly appreciated.” Obi-Wan told them and Wrecker chuckled.

“Don’t worry General, we’ll handle this!” Wrecker grinned as he punched his fist into his palm and you couldn’t help but smile with him, a small laugh escaping you.

It was then you noticed Hunter’s attention was on you, his lips pulling into his own little smile and yours softened as you looked at him, hoping your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt.

“Easy, big guy. Why don’t you boys come and look over what we have and then we can make a plan.” You said, immediately taking charge causing Obi-Wan to raise an eyebrow at you but you just ignored him, not daring to glance at him right now.

“Lead the way.” Hunter smiled as he gestured for you to go ahead and you fought to keep your smile from widening as you led the batch into the tent.

From that very first moment you and Hunter got along like you’d known each other forever. You bounced ideas of one another, a playful string of banter mixed in and you pointedly refused to look over at Obi-Wan even as you felt his amusement through your bond.

“You think we’ll win?” You asked Hunter when the others went to prepare and Cody and Obi-Wan went to inform the men of the newest plan.

“We’re good at what we do, we’ll win.” Hunter assured you, the tiredness you felt suddenly hitting you and Hunter stopped you from leaving the tent with a hand to yours.

That one little touch seemed to light something inside of you though, a rush of something flooding you and you felt something you hadn’t before.

Something about Hunter was intoxicating, despite only knowing him for several hours you knew he could be an important person in your life. The old Jedi rules didn’t even register in your head, attachments were bad but you didn’t care, not when Hunter’s hand on yours felt electric.

“It’s been a long mission, huh?” Hunter asked quietly and you let out a small huff.

“It’s been a long war.” You answered before sighing. “Sometimes it all feels impossible, like it’s never going to end.”

Hunter was silent for a moment but his hand squeezed yours softly.

“It will end.” He said and his voice sounded so much like a promise. “With Generals who care as much as you do, the war will end.”

You felt your face flush at his words, gaze falling away from him causing him to chuckle softly before you turned your hand so you were holding his and squeezed back.

“Thank you, Hunter.” You murmured, both of your eyes locked onto your joined hands before the rustling of the tent door snapped you apart just in time for Obi-Wan to poke his head through and call you to the front lines.

You and Hunter worked alongside each other like you had been doing it since the war started. His silent cues were easily read by you and you moved together and took down clankers with an ease you had never had before.

You kept hits away from Hunter with your lightsaber as he took down another wave of droids. Through the comms you heard Tech announce that he was moments away from shutting down the droid army, the only way you could win this campaign.

Just before Tech broke through the system you felt a burning pain shoot across your side, a whimper of pain escaping you as you forced yourself to stay upright, just about managing to deflect a blaster shot that would have hit Hunter had you missed.

As you fought you felt sweat pooling on your forehead, your whole body was shaking and the pain in your side got worse.

Hunter looked over at you and did a double take that almost had a clanker getting a shot in had Crosshair not dealt with it from the sniper's nest. You had clearly been hit, one arm wrapped around your side as you sluggishly waved your lightsaber this way and that.

Hunter felt his heart stutter as he watched you stumble, barely keeping yourself up as you took down another droid. He didn’t know why he cared so much about you. He hadn’t known you for long at all, less than a day and yet here he was with a wave of fear running through him.

“Tech you have to hurry up, General Y/L/N’s hit!” Hunter commanded into his comm and watched as you looked over at him, face contorted in pain and he forced himself to smile reassuringly over at you.

“I only need a few more seconds, bear with me.” Tech said calmly into the comm and Hunter nodded at you. “And the droids should be shutting down…now.”

As he had said the droids all suddenly went motionless before slumping to the ground and you went right along with them causing Hunter to curse.

“Hey, I got you.” Hunter murmured as he wasted no time picking you up in his arms, smiling sympathetically as you curled into his chest with a whimper of pain. “I got you.”

It didn’t take long for Hunter to arrive back at the camp, the rest of the batch already there as well as Cody and Obi-Wan, the Jedi rushing over as soon as he saw the two of you.

“She got hit by a blaster.” Hunter told the man before he could ask and gestured for Tech, it was a fairly standard injury, one that pretty much everyone had experienced since the war started so Tech was well equipped to handle it. “Tech look over her please.”

“Of course Hunter, set her down and I’ll apply some bacta patches and assess if there is further damage.” Tech said as Hunter placed you down on the cot and stepped back to let Tech pull your robe and start cleaning up the wound.

“Thank you for keeping her safe.” Obi-Wan said at his side and Hunter couldn’t help but frown.

“She got hurt.” Hunter told him quietly, not looking away from you as Tech worked.

“A single blaster shot that is easily fixable is better than what could have happened had you not been there.” Obi-Wan said, looking towards Hunter even as the man kept his gaze firmly on you. “You cannot blame yourself, you kept her safe and brought her back.”

Hunter didn’t say anything else, just nodded even though he didn’t fully believe the Jedi’s words and stayed where he was until Tech announced you would be fine.

It was a while longer before you had woken up, Hunter had sent the rest of the batch to help the 212th prepare their ships as he waited with you, ignoring the smirk Crosshair threw at him on his way out of the tent.

“Where am I?” You asked with a small wince as you tried to sit up but Hunter stopped you with a gentle hand to your shoulder.

“Relax, you’re back at the camp.” Hunter assured you and watched as you frowned before opening your eyes fully and mouthing his name causing him to chuckle softly. “You’re okay, Tech patched you up good as new.”

“Thank you for getting me back.” You smiled at him, bringing your hand up to wrap around his forearm and giving it a squeeze. “Did we win?”

“I told you we would.” Hunter couldn’t stop his own smile as you grinned tiredly at him.

“Never should have doubted you.” You told him, wincing again as you shifted. “I guess you’ll be heading off soon then.”

“Yeah,” Hunter sighed, not sure what it was about you that made it so hard to leave. “My boys are helping yours out and then we’ll be heading back to Kamino.”

“Thank you for your help, we couldn’t have done it without any of you.” You said, squeezing his arm again and Hunter finally let his hand slip from your shoulder down into your hand and squeezed back. “Hopefully our paths cross again, Sergeant.”

“It was an honour fighting alongside you, General.” Hunter smiled and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Call me Y/N.” You insisted and Hunter nodded at you, his smile widening at your laugh.

“I hope we meet again, Y/N.” He said and your smile turned soft as you nodded your agreement.

Before you could say anything the tent opened and somebody cleared their throat. When you looked up you saw Tech standing awkwardly with a data pad in hand.

“Sorry for the interruption.” He said as he looked from you to Hunter and down to your joined hands. “But we must be leaving.”

“Tech!” You smiled, watching as his eyes widened slightly behind his goggles. “I’m glad you’re here, I wanted to thank you for patching me up.”

“Oh, you’re welcome, really it wasn’t a problem, nothing that some bacta and rest won’t fix. Are you in any pain?” Tech asked as he stepped closer and watched as you shook your head.

“It’s a bit sore but it doesn’t hurt any more, thanks to you.” You said and watched him nod.

“Very good, you should be fine in a few hours but do be sure to rest.” Tech instructed and you nodded, thanking him again before turning to Hunter who hadn’t moved.

“See you around?” You asked with a small smile and Hunter nodded.

“If you ever need any help, comm us, Cody has our comm number I’ll make sure you get it.” Hunter told you and you nodded, murmuring another thank you before he stood.

He hesitated before he forced himself out of the tent after Tech, looking back over his shoulder to give you a final smile before disappearing from view, hoping to whatever Force was listening that this wouldn’t be the last time you met.

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Staying Up With Hunter When He Can’t Sleep

Slight Hunter X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Star Wars themed swear words, mentions of war and death, reader really just wants to shoot something

Word Count: 1.6k

(A/N:) I am so glad that Bad Batch is back! Though I am going through some MAJOR Hunter withdrawals right now! So I’ve been wanting to write this but I had to get a request done before I wrote what I wanted to! I am really proud of how this turned out and it is way longer than I thought it was going to be! So far I’m really enjoying this new season and I can’t wait to see what it holds! But hopefully this fic helps out my fellow Hunter fangirls! Maybe we’ll see him tomorrow! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

As a sniper that served on a few missions for the Grand Army of the Republic you were no stranger to clones. You even had saved a few the times you were hired out to snipe a few droids or a warlord that was too stubborn to die via normal occupation. You got the job done and then disappeared until they needed you again. But now as the Republic had fallen and no longer existed, you found yourself hunted by the new found Empire. So you turned to the one person you could trust in this time of chaos, Cid. You had ran a few smuggling missions with her at times, so you had gained the Trandoshan’s trust and respect quickly. You were a crack shot and you didn’t make a habit of missing your targets. You weren’t afraid of getting your hands dirty either as the galaxy had been cruel to you from a young age. You had to fight to survive and it made you the sniper you are today. So when Cid called you in for a particularly nasty and tough mission you were shocked to find a group of clones standing before her desk. Though you could tell immediately that these peculiar looking fellows weren’t the average Jangos the Kaminoians pushed out of the growth tubes.

An unknown interested party had come to Cid with information and a large sum of credits. According to the resources the Empire was excavating the last remaining Kyber Crystals on Jedah and the interested party was willing to pay a handsome sum for as many of these sacred crystals Cid’s best team could get their hands on. Cid didn’t ask questions, especially when the shadowy figure slid half the payment forward with no questions asked, that’s when she called you. Her best team she worried was not enough and they needed eyes that could watch their backs on the Empire infested moon. You agreed when you saw how much your cut was going to be and true to fashion Cid paid you half upfront. She knew how you ran your operation and that you wouldn’t leave until the mission was complete or or you were dead. She liked that about you.

Now as the weeks had passed, the job was becoming more and more frustrating. Just getting close to the mines was becoming a problem and you were about ready to start killing everyone who got in the way. The only thing keeping you from going berserk is the new friends you had made in this little ragtag group that called themselves The Bad Batch. Tech didn’t waste time telling you how they were defective clones with desirable glitches and after that explanation you weren’t paying much attention to the creation of clones he deemed worthy to tell you. You liked little information that told big stories, more than that and it was just about certain that you would shoot whatever annoyed you just to get it to shut up. That’s how the Republic knew to keep protocol droids out of your way. But when it came to Tech you just ignored him and kept your itchy trigger finger at bay. The nights of Jedha were colder than during the day, though the permanent winter of the moon was seeping into your joints and making it difficult to sleep. The other clones didn’t seem to be having the same problem and compared to you, were wells of patience. The surrounding trees had suffered through most of your pent up frustrations sporting blaster burns and holes from silenced blaster rifle shots as it was better than shooting something alive. As the time passed it was time to get some sleep and try again tomorrow. Wrecker was given the first watch as everyone bedded down to get whatever rest that being on such a dangerous mission could give. It didn’t take long for you to fall into an uneasy sleep, but hours later you were awoken by the loud snores of Wrecker. He laid close to where you were sleeping on the Marauder shaking the very ship with the volume that came from his mouth. You sighed deciding whether to smother him or go ahead and get up. You decided on just getting up, you had grown to care about the big lug though his sleeping habits left much to be desired. If he was asleep someone else had to be keeping watch. The ramp was only halfway up and you peeked around to see Hunter sitting outside around a lantern trying to keep a watchful eye out for any intruders.

Hunter had explained about his “defect”. Having heightened senses had to be a pain, especially when it was time to rest or want to concentrate. You could only imagine the stress it had to cause Hunter at times. Though he probably relieved Wrecker telling him he just wasn’t sleepy, but you could tell differently. Hunter flinched when a chirping bug got too close to the lantern and you knew he couldn’t sleep because he was overwhelmed by the outside noise. As quiet as possible you dug a couple packets of instant caf out of your supply pack and heated water in two cups. Shaking in the powdered drink from the packets you stirred them a little and let the ramp down. Hunter watched curiously as you walked towards him, avoiding any sticks that would make a loud noise.

“Can’t sleep,” you asked quietly.

“Something like that,” he answered. While Cid trusted you, Hunter still had his doubts. It wasn’t that he thought you were an enemy he just had a hard time opening his circle up to anyone outside his brothers and Omega.

“Must be hard,” you replied close enough now to offer him the cup you made him. “I can’t imagine hearing every little sound or smelling everything. Sorry it’s instant caf but I made you a cup. I’d normally say if you can’t sleep you can at least enjoy some caf but it’s instant. Try not to puke.”

Hunter chuckled. “Thanks. It can be rough at times,” he admitted while taking the cup from your hand. “But I’ve grown used to it after all these years.”

“Apparently not since you’re out here in the kriffing cold when you could be lulled to sleep by the sweet sounds of Wrecker peeling the ship’s paint with his snores.”

“Snored ever since he was little,” Hunter outed his brother and you laughed. “Enjoying Jedah so far?”

“Kriff no! I haven’t been around so much mumbo jumbo in my life! If one more person says that I need spiritual guidance I may have to shoot them just to make myself feel better.” Your huffy tone gave away how frustrated you felt at this mission.

Hunter looked away twirling the dark liquid in the cup, “Do you believe in the Force?”

You sighed finally sitting down and propping yourself up against a tree, “Yeah. But I’m not some religious nut about it. I worked for the Jedi. Dank ferrik those were the days. Everything was simpler then. I made good money, got to enjoy it without somebody trying to kill me, and when it was time I did it again.”

“Yeah. Life isn’t so cut and dry now,” Hunter agreed taking a drink and grimacing. “Being a soldier was easier.”

“Yeah the instant stuff tastes like bantha fodder but finding the real caf is hard to come by, especially when you have to stay on the run like me now,” you took a drink yourself. “But Hunter I can see what you’re talking about. You were raised to be this perfect soldier who follows all the orders. Yeah you don’t know where you’re going in the galaxy and your brother is lost to you right now. But you are way better off than your brothers are that stayed.”

“Crosshair will come around,” Hunter sounded so sure.

You really hoped for the sake of his brothers that Hunter was correct. You might have just met them those few weeks ago in Cid’s office, but you had come to care about them and learn about their lives.

“I hope so for the idiot’s sake,” you nodded. “Bet I can outshoot him though.”

Hunter looked back up from the lantern taking in your smug expression. Hunter didn’t know many snipers and he had gotten to see you in action a few times already before the big fireworks started and he did have to admit that you could give his silver haired brother a run for his money.

“It definitely would be the shootout for the ages,” Hunter replied. While he couldn’t sleep due to his senses going off the deep end, in your presence he found himself beginning to relax and his senses calming. He hadn’t had many friends outside of his brothers and it was difficult for him to trust easily but the more time that passed he found himself being drawn towards you. He could also tell that you felt the same way as your heart would begin to race a little faster if he got close to you in the cramped ship. You had a steady sense of purpose that he could trust with his life and he could tell that despite your rough ways you were a caring person. You would protect him and his brothers with your very life and skills you had gained over the years. When the caf was gone and the buzz of it flowing through both your veins you both spent the rest of the night talking while the others slept. Learning about one another and becoming ever closer in a galaxy that was shifting and changing every rotation.

#Hunter X Reader #Hunter / Reader #The Bad Batch #TBB #Hunter Imagine #The Bad Batch Imagine #TBB Imagine #Imagine #Hunter #Not My Gif #My Writing

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hi! 😊 Can I request a The Owl House fluffy/comfort&hurt oneshot with prompts: “Let. Her. Go.” and "Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now." about Hunter (GG) gets super protective when someone aggressively tried to hit on his shy!female!human! reader? Hint: Hunter is so extremely protective of his shy human girlfriend. I live for protective Hunter! 💘 Please? ~🌺

Hunter is a cinnamon roll but he's also really strong imo so I think he'd be protective of someone he cares about for sure.

Pairing: Hunter Wittebane x Fem!Reader

Tags: established relationship, fluff, protective Hunter

A/N: These asks are always so sweet, thanks for requesting wholesome Hunter content Anon.

Hunter isn't the greatest when it comes to social interactions but he can't bring himself to refuse when you ask him to go out on a date

Even if he is really tired he'll go with you because he knows that it took a lot of determination for you to ask him so boldly

Darius helps him dress up of course because the boy has 0 sense of style

You suggest you go dancing together since you've never actually seen him dance before

He's a little insecure about his skills but sure he'll give it a try

He's not that bad once he relaxed and gets a hang of it, even though he does trip a little when he catches you looking in awe

When he goes to get you drinks he comes back to see someone hitting on you, leaning really close and obviously making you feel uneasy

When they reach for you he zooms to your side to catch their hand, his palisman staff already in his hand and ready to fight if needed

Sometimes even you have to admit that Hunter can be a little scary

Especially when he's protecting you or his friends

He gets you outside and immediately pulls you into a comforting hug, telling you he's sorry he wasn't there sooner and hoping that you're ok

You were a bit spooked but you don't want to dwell on it too much and ruin the night

No night spent with you could be bad as far as Hunter is concerned, he'll always be there to support and comfort you whenever you need it

In fact since you don't want to go back inside he takes you on a ride somewhere more secluded when you spend the night dancing, talking, laughing and cuddling without rude people interrupting

#the owl house #hunter wittebane #hunter x reader #hunter headcanons #hunter imagine #toh headcanon #toh x reader #toh imagines

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twistnet · 2 years

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welcome to the resistance [ hunter ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; you come into a sid’s cantina looking for your resistance recuritee, only to find some of the most unlikely faces and ones you thought you’d never see again

⋯ PROMPT ; join wlf note — you or your lover are apart of an underground resistance, and it’s one of your jobs to recruit the other

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ feelings of betrayal + some hurt ] + general fluff [ reunions + kisses ]

ord mantell. definitely not the place you had ben expecting when your contact had first reached out to you. the seemingly backwater planet offered more gang contested terrortary than actual resources, but had been deemed the perfect core world planet to disappear on if it was truly needed. and in the time of the newly formed empire, it was needed.

you stepped off the shuttle, pulling the hood higher over your head to conceal your face a bit more. others disembarked around you, paying you little to no mind as you walked beside them and made your way towards the cantina -- looking for a drink after a long voyage here.

the cantina was about all that you expected, nothing specular in the sense but it seemed to offer enough to let someone wash away their woes. you slid up to the bar, ordering yourself a drink before making your way to the back most booth. casually sipping at your drink as you turned over the information you had been given about the contact you were supposed to meet with.

the bl-28 blaster clipped to your side more as a precaution, not entirely knowing what you were getting yourself into. and it had grounded you the second someone had slid into the booth across from you with a hesitant smile on their face -- their form of greeting without words.

“i’m glad you could come, getting transmitions out around the empire is more difficult than one can imagine.” they utter softly, slowly looking around the cantina for any other threat before delving into the need and want -- the thing everyone always led with in your line of work. you recruited, and later someone would vet. it was the most secure way to do any type of business nowadays, much less recruit people into a case against the empire.

“there’s a pick up point on balmorra. this should be enough credits to get you and your family on a barge there. once you arrive, use this code cylinder at the nearest terminal and someone will meet with you from there. be safe in your travels.” you utter, smiling softly as the recruit humbly takes the credits and slides out of the booth quickly.

you opt to finish your drink, not wanting to raise any suspicion of your actual propose for being there -- knowing the empire looms behind every corner. as you stand, you linger in the enclave of the booth as a group enters the establishment and you pull your hood further down your face to cover before you slowly begin to slip out.

until you’re met with a large lumbering man and you run smack into his chest before nearly tumbling to the ground, “oh sorry! didn’t see ya there, tiny!” a voice booms, and you instantly recongize the voice. looking up is more of a shock as your eyes fall on the familiar half scarred face and bright smile, “wrecker?” you question softly, almost in disbelief.

it takes him a moment to process, but not a second after you pull your hood back to reveal the entirety of your face to him, “tiny?!” he exclaims before your hauled to your feet, and quickly encased in a set of large arms. wrecker hugs you tightly, effectively smothering you as the rest of the team finally realizes exactly who he’s holding.

“cyare?” a voice speaks up from behind, causing wrecker to immediately drop you back onto your own two feet and turn you towards the man you had hoped to see at the conclusion of the war, but it seemed the emperor had new plans for everyone in the republic.

you didn’t say anything as you ran forward, arms wrapping around his neck as you face tucked into the space between his armor and blacks with tears already streaming down your cheeks, “i thought i lost you...” you whimper softly, before your eyes screw shut. relishing in the hold of his arms around you once more, it nearly having been so long since you had been physically able to touch him.

hunter pulls back, deep brown eyes gazing down into your own as a smile cracks along his lips and he cups your cheek softly, “i could say the same about you... thought you were gone. tried to find you and everything was a dead end.” they had spent hours in-between running from crosshair and the odd jobs cid had given them trying to find you.

“your armor... “ you state, eyes trailing over the new lines of color and insignias. a complete contrast to black and red armor that you had seen him in prior. hunter chuckles, “had to change up a few things to blend in a bit more, kinda hard to hide when he empire knows your color scheme.”

“i like it... very fitting of a rebellion.” you muse, which seems to catch the rest of the groups attention as tech steps forward, “rebellion? what are you talking about?”

“well, it looks like you’ve been quite busy here, i’ve been busy elsewhere. i’m sure there’s a lot of information we can trade to bring everyone up to speed.” you state, before ushering everyone into the nearest booth to bring everyone up to speed on what you’ve been up to since the fall of the republic.

“you’re more than welcome to join me when i head back in, i’m sure they’ll be pleased to have some familiar faces on their side for a change.” you offer, leaving the offer on the table. wanting them to make the decision in going with you or staying where they are.

“we’d like to see what you have to offer. after all, we want to do more for those effected by the empire, that’s why were still working here with cid. but if we can somehow link those two together, than i’d say we're all in.” hunter states, hand clasping your own before he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, “then, let’s get you started in a rebellion.”

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jt-artsandfics · 2 years

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I'm a 21 years old American woman (I'll be 22 on the 20th!) Who is 5ft 10in if you round up. I have rusty brownish hair and eyes that shift from grey to green to blue depending on my mood and energy. I'm athletic, but now it's more so for mental health health reasons now days. I love to embroider, read, and write (even though I'm Dyslexic). I use sarcasm as a second language. I don't love attention on me, preferring to be in the background. I just want to equip and empower other people to reach their full potential.

I work with kids with special needs while I study to become a social worker and I fall into leadership roles, even when I don't intend to. I'm stubborn and independent, but deep (and I mean deep) down inside I'm a romantic at heart who wants to be able to depend on another person. I feel a bit like a walking contradiction sometimes, but in a good way. Like I watch MMA while embroidering or will swear like a sailor in Church. I'm the middle of two boys (now the older sister of two sisters because of my mom's remarriage!) and as one brother who literally is Wrecker (Machine Gunner in the military. Loud. Just wants to blow things up), I've learned how to not intimidated by large and scary looking people and will mom anybody who needs it. I'm extremely intuitive and can read body language really well due to my auditory form of Dyslexia.

Hey I'm guessing you want a bad batch match up. And since you put your age I might make it a little smutty too. Ps. Im drinking while writing this so there is bound to be speelimg mistakes. And guys I'm also dyslexic too so yay. But I hope you enjoy!

MDI +18 (HINTED SMUT ) NOTHING HAPPENS BUT STILL

The Bad Batch

I match you with... Hunter

Hunter's first time meeting you was quite the tale, a mission gone messing resulting in most of the batch being injured. Watching them walk off their ship and you had made a beline for the Sargent.

Hunter has never heard that many curses come out a civilians mouth and damn he's kinda turned on over you telling him off but he'd be damned if he told anyone that.

It was an honest mistake you ripped him a new one once seeing his team believing this was your brothers team back from mission.

Once you realised this wasn't your brothers team you are a flushed mess trying to apologise to the sergeant when leads to the team taking a shine to too after watching you chew Hunter out. Watching someone of your height and stature taking on Hunter without even a thought.

That's how toy got invited for drinks with the dysfunctional group of clone soldiers

From then on the boys would come to you when they needed down time. And considering they haven't really had anyone check up on them mentally it's nice for then to be able to talk opening with someone. Hunter takes a while to break but once he does you see him nearly every time the batch is on leave.

It took him a while to get comftable but once he felt he could trust you.most days he shows up he flops down on your couch and rest his head in your lap and let's you play with his hair while he talks.

He loves pulling you into his lap and falling asleep while watching holos with you, to day it's a guilty pleasure would be true.

Please make him little embroidery peices like he will find some way to wear them or display them. He doesn't know why he does it but he loves showing off the things you make.

To say this man fell for you is an understatement full on crashed is how I would put it. And now he can't get enough of you.

Once the jedi order falls he purposely seeks you out to makesure your alright and that nothing has happened to you before he ask you to come with him.

Watching him and omega is quite something this man is so protective of her and you that when your In public people always assume that you three are family.

Hunter's eyes never leave your figure as you shop with Omega. He watches as you point out things to her before walking over to look at them. "Hunter!, Hunter. Come look at this" the young girl calls out which makes the sergeant smile as he makes his way over to the two of you. "What have you two found this time" he ask while looking down at different things that Omega found interesting.

Ord Mantell was filled with markets and you could always find something of your desire here. In the end Omega had talked Hunter into letting her buy a small science kit on the promise she asked Tech to help her with it.

"May I offer you something that may interest you and your husband" a voice quietly asked from behind you which makes you turn. Your eyes widen a little. "Oh um Hunter and I aren't married haha" you reply blushing only for the woman to smile lightly. Hunter calls out that he and Omega are heading back. "I'll catch up with you!" You call out before turning back to the lady who laughs lightly as she watches Hunter and Omega walk off.

"You two are rather close if your not married and not to mention having a kid too I'd say it would almost count" she replied before pulling out a small vile. "But if you are telling the truth and aren't together I can sure tell you want that man and by the way his eyes linger on you I'm willing to bet that he wants you just as badly" she says smugly.

Your face is a bright shade of red. "And what exactly are you selling me?" You ask wearily as she place the small vile in your hand. "Try this if he still doesn't take interest after this then it's free of charge. But if it works come back and then pay me 20 credits" she replys. "I'm not going to drug Hunter!" You almost shout which makes her laugh. "Hun you use it on yourself it's a natural phenomenon enhancer. All you have to really do is get him interested and the spray will work wonders on your body. Tho I recommend doing a test run by yourself first to see how you react. It will in turn make you very horny" she states while leaning down on her hand and giving you a little motion to run along.

Hunter had been sitting in Sid's parlor for most of the night since coming back from shopping. But something had him on edge an almost sickly sweet floral smell mixed with your natural scent that lingered in the air. He didn't know how to describe it but for the past half an hour it's all he could smell, it's faint but by the stars does he want to follow it.

He hadn't seen you since you had come back from shopping and so after finishing his drink Hunter gives the rest of the batch a wave before heading thought the corridors to look for you. As Hunter gets closer to your room it's like the smell is more intense it smells like you but more, he knows what you smell like and this it was doing things to him. He almost growls as he reaches your door. He could finally pinpoint what it was, he could smell your arousal and it had him action almost like a feral animal.

He has to stop himself from almost ripping the door off you smelt insanely divine, he knew your smell to well and this felt like it was enhanced, if he had had describe it the best he could say was it felt as if you were in heat. And by the stars it made him want to fuck you. He steadies his shaking hands before knocking. "(Y/N) It's Hunter, I'm coming in" he tries to sound as civil as he can as he opens the door.

As he walks in your smell hits him like a freighter and he has to hold himself up against the wall as he closes the door behind him and locks it. Hunter can see you withering on the bed whimpering and moaning. Your whole body covered in sweat.

Hunter removes his armor before throwing his shirt on the floor as quickly as he can before making his way over to you almost like a predator stalking his prey. Once he comes into your eye sight you almost whimper more legs clamped together trying to keep some friction before you feel his cold hands run up your legs which makes you gasp and moan at the contrast of his skin and yours.

"I could smell you from down in the parlor" he growls while crawling to cover your body with his. "Hunter" you whine out as your hands shoot out to grip his shoulders and pull him closer. "Tell me what you want" he says. It takes so much self control not to just take you with how you smell.

"Need you"

#star wars #star wars clone wars #star wars clones #the bad batch #tbb imagines #tbb x reader #bad batch hunter #dad hunter #hunter imagine #hunter #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #sergeant hunter x reader

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bwabys-scenarios · 1 month

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NSFW

He knows you better than you know yourself.

The way you like your ice cream, and the fact that you’ll always need a napkin after it starts dripping.

You get too distracted looking at your phone or something in the window displays and don’t even notice that ice cream is about to fall onto your white blouse until he’s got his hand cupped underneath the cone, catching the mess while also using the napkin to cover the bottom.

He knows how your body works, the sigh of contentment when cool air wafts over your needy pussy, the soft whine that escapes your lips when his cock finally sinks in…

You’re easily distracted in bed too, always making a mess because you were too enraptured in the pleasure he was giving you to even realize you were reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. He never minded though, he made sure to place a towel under your bottom so it didn’t get on the sheets.

He just adores the faces you make, the little whimpers and the pleading. “M-make it better, please… wanna feel good!”

And he would, because he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

He understands your needs like no one else ever could.

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||GOJO ||GETO ||NANAMI ||CHOSO ||TOJI ||KURAMA ||KURAPIKA ||CHROLLO ||ILLUMI ||LEORIO ||ARMIN ||RENGOKU ||SANEMI ||GIYUU ||GYOMEI ||DOUMA ||AKAZA ||MUZAN ||YOUR FAV ||

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 1 year

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Oooo, what about how The Bad Batch would react to catching you singing to yourself? I feel like that would be cute.

(The Bad Batch) He Catches You Singing

Author's Note: In celebration of season 2 starting, here we go! I'm sooooo excited!!!! No worries, though! There are no spoilers here!

Hunter: He was seated in his chair, eyes scrunched shut as he mulled over the most recent mission. It was a habit. He thought about everything that went right, everything that went wrong, and everything that went downright ugly.

The Bad Batch made a quick getaway, thanks to Tech’s rather chaotic but skilled piloting. Things were quieting down aboard the Marauder as it flew through hyperspace.

Hunter let out a sigh, leaning farther back in his seat.

A small sound caught his attention. The way it rose and fell in a pleasant, rhythmic way was unmistakably a song. Hunter held his breath and focused. It was you.

You were singing a song to yourself as you moseyed down the hall.

It was such a simple thing, but the small act of joy brought a smile to his face. He rested his head against the back of the chair and just listened, the lines of his features smoothing out as the tension began to leave him.

If there was an opportune moment later, he’d ask about it and chuckle at your sheepish reaction.

Wrecker: He rounded a corner aboard the Marauder, hearing the barely-audible sound grow louder as he entered the space where you were doing routine tasks and singing to yourself. You were so in the zone that you didn’t notice his approach.

It wasn’t often that Wrecker’s presence went unnoticed, so he took advantage of the moment to just hang back. A soft lopsided grin adorned his face as he admired the way you swayed back and forth, just enjoying a second in your own little world.

So cute, he thought.

Then, after he had the precious moment of appreciation, he couldn’t help but join in. He waited for the right moment when you hit the chorus and burst into the room with a huge smile. Was he singing off-key? A little. Did either of you care? Not one bit.

Tech: “Vital functions of the ship seem to be operating suitably,” he said aloud to himself. His nose was buried in a data pad as he walked down the exit ramp. Just in time, too. It was only a matter of letting Hunter know so he could assemble the team and get them onboard.

His boots landed on grass, and Tech turned every which way in hopes of spotting the sergeant, or any of his teammates for that matter. He felt a rush of familiarity at the sight of you waiting patiently a little ways away from the ship. A breeze swept through, carrying your voice to his ears. Tech adjusted his goggles while he listened, the corner of his lips turning up in a soft smile only reserved for you. Eventually, you turned around to see him standing there, and you suddenly felt embarrassed.

“Yikes…Hi.”

“Hi,” he chuckled.

Echo: Singing? At this hour? Echo couldn’t understand how you could be so cheerful, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t lift his mood even a tiny bit first thing in the morning. He even held back his usual grumbles and complaints to whoever was listening, just so he could hear you from down the hall a little clearer.

Before long, he was smiling. You had that effect on him, he noticed. He’d find himself smiling at the strangest of times, and it always felt weird. It felt like ages since the days he’d smile for no reason.

He followed the sound of your voice, pausing at the entryway to observe you putting on a concert for yourself. You’d pause every few minutes or so to sip your caf before resuming the tune. It was very endearing to see you so content. When you finally noticed him standing there, you clamped your mouth shut, giving him an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Echo. Am I bothering you?”

He shifted his stance, folding his arms. “Not at all.” Humor crept into his tone. “Please, don’t stop on my account. ”

Crosshair: When he first heard your voice through the wall, he just about rolled his eyes, but not out of disdain. You and your unbridled joy. It was actually quite endearing, even if the way you expressed it was very different from how he would. It fascinated him.

He lingered in the hall a while longer, enveloped in shadow, as you began singing a different tune entirely. It was softer, slower. Crosshair didn’t realize just how intently he was listening until you rounded the corner and nearly bumped into him.

“Oh, Crosshair,” you said in surprise.

He knew that you were still nervous around him. Seeing you all flustered, he couldn’t resist having a little fun with it.

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing. Just- nothing.”

He smirked before thinking twice. You’d just started to warm up to him, and he realized just how much he wanted that to continue. So, he wiped the infuriating smirk and flickered his eyes down to meet yours.

“You have a nice voice.”

And with that, he walked away.

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elderslightlyevil · 2 months

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#laios #dungeon meshi #laios touden #his hungry ass could never #the nungriest boy #i just imagined him doing a crocodile hunter type show but he kills and eats every animal he sees after explaining their ecology

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tanglepelt · 9 months

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Dc x dp idea 98

John and JLD are up against a threat from the infinite realm. When the being goes to declare their plans to destroy the planet. The being suddenly comes to a halt.

Apparently there is a single ecto entity that has a haunt on this planet. So they can’t flat out destroy the planet, that would just be rude.

Upon an investigation. As they are definitely gonna scout out who the ecto entity is at the minimum. They find none other the Cujo.

Seeing as it’s quite common for ecto animals to claim an ecto being in the realm as their “haunt”. The JLD assume Cujo, who is asleep on Danny, claimed Danny as his.

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Ya'll want to know the funniest shit?

I'm researching the era when Alastor was alive right now to get a better idea of both his character, the life he lived before Hell, and to hash out a backstory for him.

And so, apparently, Alastor lived through the Prohibition (which was basically the United States government illegalizing the manufacture, transportation, and sale of alcohol because they thought it was the cause of a lot of domestic violence and child abandonment).

Alastor canonically died in 1933.

Do you know how long the Prohibition lasted?

From 1920-1933.

ALASTOR LITERALLY DIED THE SAME YEAR ALCOHOL BECAME LEGAL AGAIN. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW BITTER HE MUST'VE BEEN?

The Prohibition officially ended on December 5, 1933, and now my headcanon is that Alastor died December 6, 1933. Literally the day after he could legally drink all the booze he wanted.

I am learning a LOT about New Orleans and the era Alastor lived through (including the gay community in the city at the time) which has been a lot of fun, and I just wanted to share that tidbit because it is so fucking funny to me.

#guys i just #its so funny #can you imagine Alastor gets the news #everything is awesome #the next day he's planning to go out drinking and have a good time #but first he needs to get rid of this body #it shouldn't take too long #just a few hours #and THEN this motherfucking hunter decides to ignore hunting laws and mistakes him for a deer #when he wakes up he's in Hell #I can just imagine the realization setting in #he's SO bitter and angry about it #he was about to get shit-faced and have a fun time at a party #and now he's suffering eternal punishment #he couldn't even get a proper drink first #it was just a fun tidit #ALSO #the gay community in New Orleans at the time is so fascinating #they literally entire communities and neighborhoods #and a lot of it was from mixed race people #and we know Alastor is mixed race #AH I have so so many thoughts #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon

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stardust9905 · 1 year

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Hiiiii!! I see you in my notes all the time so I wanted to ask for Hunter x Princess! Reader? Perhaps with the line "It's always been you"? It's one of my favorite tropes! ~jedipoodoo

Hunter x Princess!Reader {Multi-Ch. Fic}: "It’s Always Been You" [Part 1]

Synopsis: Hunter has been hired to be your personal royal bodyguard for a few months now. Amidst navigating secret crushes and the social pressures from your parents, (regarding both Hunter’s and your own behaviours), things go sideways at one of the castle’s formal events. Coming from a sheltered life, how will you cope and escape with Hunter? Will you ever tell each other how you feel? How will your parents react afterwards if you do?

WARNINGS: Mentions themes of classism and racism (against Clones). Mentions of misogynistic views of princesses’ behaviour. Reader is fem!coded, and referred to with the pronouns “she/her”. Reader wears a dress. Slightly suggestive mention of knife play (by Reader in a daydream); however it could also be interpreted as admiration for Hunter’s knife skills. Slight angst and jealousy from Hunter. Canon-based violence (blaster fire and hand-grenade). No use of "Y/N". Mostly fluff throughout !! Plus, fluffy ending !!

Word Count: 1170

A/N: Well hello there jedipoodoo!! Lol omg it’s so interesting to hear about popping up in your notes all the time!! I guess I do reblog a lot hehe XD — Omg I LOVE this prompt and trope so much, thank you lots and lots for your request!!! You didn’t mention how much angst or fluff you preferred, or anything about length... So I hope this is to your satisfaction and that it's okay it got turned into a multi-part series lol ;-; <3

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Hunter watched on protectively as you seemed to just float through the room. You were ethereal to him. Completely stunning in your expensively elaborate gown, gliding gracefully throughout the ballroom, talking to various contacts and allies to your kingdom.

Although, to be fair, Hunter thought you were stunning even when you thought you looked like a mess. Hunter thought you were just gorgeous no matter what you wore, no matter how your makeup looked—if you even had any on in the first place, and no matter how much or how little hair you had on your head or body overall.

Normally Hunter absolutely despised any kind of solo body-guard mission. If he experienced any over-stimulation or sensory overload, there were no escapes or asking his vode (siblings—brothers/sisters) to step in for him. These types of assignments also usually meant wearing his armour almost constantly, even longer than front-line missions. It, usually, meant he’d be breathing the same stuffy air of his helmet while also being around just as many stuffy, stubborn, stuck-up politicians and royals who didn’t value or see him as a human.

Your parents, when they hired him through their alliance with The Republic, had made it clear out front what his purpose was and not to get any ideas about their daughter as he, at least in their eyes, “wasn’t even a real man” and thus “would never be good enough for her”.

…

“You are to be her protection day in and day out. You are not to speak unless spoken to, or unless giving security instructions regarding our daughter’s safety.” The King had given Hunter such a steely look that, if he wasn’t a highly trained super-soldier, would’ve triggered anyone else’s fight or flight response.

“You are also not to touch her unless absolutely necessary for her safety. You are to keep your helmet on unless in your private quarters.”

‘The same private quarters which could barely be considered a room in comparison to how much square-footage they actually have in their castle’, Hunter inwardly rolled his eyes.

“You will not sit on the job, and you will stick to your scheduled breaks for rest, meals, and any refresher needs.” The Queen continued with her stern speech and cut-throat glare to make her points to Hunter.

‘Ironic that you asked to see my face for this part though’, thought Hunter, helmet tucked under his arm.

“Do we have an understanding… Sergeant Hunter was it?” Despite all her reproving strictness, the Queen took a second to look directly in Hunter’s eyes to ask him.

‘More likely out of ensuring my comprehensiveness than any real respect’, Hunter’s thoughts continued as he remained standing at attention. “Understood, Your Highness”.

“Why should we care about his name?” The King not-so-subtly seethed while the Queen turned half a degree to side-eye her husband, unwilling to drop her collected exterior in the moment. “CT-9901 you will do as told or risk decommissioning when we report back with our review to the Republic Senate.” The King had such a look of disgust one would think that Hunter was a bug he accidentally stepped on.

“Yes Sir”. Internally, Hunter wanted nothing more than to get back to his brothers. At least by then he’d be able to rant, eat, and sleep comfortably.

…

Maybe it’s why he liked you so much. You were one of the rarities, (aside from perhaps a select few senators like Padmé Amidala and Riyo Chuchi, amongst some others), who never looked down upon him and his vode. Any and all of his vode.

You held a certain charm, an elegant radiance that didn’t stop at the surface. You held everyone’s best interests at the forefront. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and much like him, weren’t afraid of standing up for your loved ones—or those who were innocent—no matter the consequences. Even if you both fought for the galaxy in very different ways.

…

As the event was coming to a close, you quietly coasted over to where he was standing near the entrance.

You’d only caught him without his armour, in his black undersuit, a couple of times. And each time was like a treat to see the definition of his lithe, muscular frame and respectably v-lined torso; even if you had felt your face heat up and rushed back out of the room muttering apologies as fast as possible. For better or worse, it helped that his face was just as hot too, in both senses of the word.

You also loved how his armour only served to make his frame larger. However, you wished your parents hadn’t requested ordered him to keep his helmet on.

While it worked for ominous intimidation, he wasn’t a robot. He was still human and deserved to be treated as such. Royalty or not. Republic soldier or not.

“Thank you for your service tonight. I wish I could grab you some refreshments, you must be parched.” In a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, you gave him a gracious smile and a slight half-joking curtsy to top it off. He’d been here for a couple months, but even after a few days of his presence, you’d long since realized how he was truly regarded.

“Thought you royals weren’t supposed to ‘grab’ anything, Princess”, Hunter whispered snidely to you, still remaining in parade rest.

“Well… You know that I’ve never been one to blindly follow rules, Sarge.” You flashed a cheeky grin his way as you turned back towards the refreshments table.

Most of the older, more traditionally-minded guests had left by now so you felt that you could get away with requesting some of the food and drinks to be brought up to your room. You planned to later sneak it down to Hunter, even if he had warned you against doing so in the past. He was grateful, but he didn’t want to see you get in trouble over him either. (Nevermind the fact that he’d be in a lot of trouble too for even consuming such).

Suddenly a shot and flash from blaster fire rang out and everything seemed to go in slow-motion for you. Another bang went off but your ears were ringing too much to notice anymore. Caught in the blast, you were thrown towards the ground. You only just managed to use the last of your strength to roll under the table in an attempt to avoid the crushing weight of panicked, stampeding guests and help-staff trying to exit the room.

“Osi'kyr!” (Strong exclamation of surprise or dismay). Hunter swore loudly as he saw you fall and tried to get closer to you. He’d seen the perpetrator but his priority remained with you and so the chase was left for the palace guards to handle.

You hadn’t had any combat training given the King’s ‘traditional’ misogynistic views of how princesses ‘should’ behave. There was no way for you to defend yourself, especially not while wearing a dress that was so weighted with layers.

| Part 2 》

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sheerakk · 7 months

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#was looking for some fics with these two #I imagine this is one of their first interactions and Hunter is already fed up with Darius #but Darius is just trying to get to know the successor of his mentor and check if he's at least a little bit capable of doing his job #he's also a little weirded out by the similarity between these two #basically I imagine Darius gave him a couple of vibe checks that Hunter had failed #and Hunter takes it as questoning his place in the coven #god darius design is so pink and awful #it's so jover uni starts tommorow #it's like the most boring drawing ever but I'm just still in my I have to get better at backgrounds era #and also if I'll draw 100 awful things I get a decent one eventually #it's like inktober but lasts your whole life and devours your soul in the process #no caption just pure tags now I understand those few people who keep reblogging all my tags cuz I give all the fucking context there #there's probably like 10 things I would spot tommorow that would fix the drawing a whole bunch but I just ...don't want to ig #the owl house #sheerak #the golden guard #darius deamonne #hunter toh #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #toh fanart #the owl house fanart #dadrius #not yet but #you guys most fellow toh fanartists moved on and fanart fiona and cake but I keep brainrotting the same stuff over and over #good old toh trashpile

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hi! 😃 Can I request a The Owl House fluffy oneshot with prompts: “It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”, “You always know how to make me smile.” and [She shyly kisses on his cheek makes his face went redder] about Hunter (GG) and shy!female!human! reader spending a day at the Aquarium together for first date? Hint: Luz, Amity, Willow and Gus secretly followed to spy on them and they wearing hoodies, mustaches and sunglasses for disguising. I live for flustered Hunter! Please? ~🌺

Another cute Hunter ask! Thank you Anon!

Pairing: Hunter Wittebane x Fem!Reader

Tags: established relationship, fluff, dating, aquarium date, first date, cheek kisses

A/N: I think we can all agree that flustered Hunter is adorable. He deserves to be happy after everything he's been through.

Growing up quite sheltered Hunter never got the opportunity to date or really be in relationships so everything about his relationship with you is a first for him and he's a little awkward about it

When he asked you on a date to the aquarium you were both flustered messes and Hunter visibly relaxed when you said yes

Darius did give him some advice but he was still nervous when it came to the actual date

It was also more crowded than he expected

He didn't want to get separated and lost from each other in such a big crowd so he asked to hold your hand

The two of you held hands before but the date made you both kind of shy about it

Hunter notices a specific group following the two of you around but whenever he turns around they just turn the other way, he finds it very weird and tries to lose them while also trying to act normal

The group is just Luz, Amity, Willow and Gus who want to make sure that the date goes well, even though there's really not much that could go wrong

Hunter likes to listen to you talk about all the different animals in the aquarium

He's in awe of a lot of them since it's his first time seeing them, but also a little frightened

Sometimes he goes a bit into protective mode and steps in front of you when one of the animals get too close too close to the glass

You're very smitten by that side of him and you give him a kiss, which makes Hunter's cheeks and ears turn bright red, much to your amusement

Since the date went well Hunter tells you he can't wait to do it again, next time he'll memorize some fun facts about the creatures to tell you

#the owl house #hunter wittebane #hunter x reader #hunter headcanons #hunter imagine #toh headcanon #toh x reader #toh imagines

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misstycloud · 9 days

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Imagine yandere vampire hunter finding out he married one of the creatures he vowed to destroy. The very monster he dedicated his entire life to kill.

“…no..i-it can’t be..” his voice was barely a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as if he was right next to you.

You stood still in the darkness, your face was a mask of indifference. If you hadn’t been blinking he would have mistook you for a statue. It appeared you’d been careless and let yourself be seen- by him no less. You could still feel the warmth of the blood dripping down you chin; a curtain of red fell down the front of your dress and stained it.

“Please tell me this isn’t real..” your husband let his eyes wander to the soon-lifeless body laying not far away. Small puffs of air was seen coming for the person, indicating they were not yet dead. The disgusting sound of gurgling in one’s own blood sent a shiver down his spine. His eyes met yours, searching for any sort of confirmation that everything was indeed a figment of his imagination.

“It is, I’m afraid.” You said.

He let out a devestatd choke, muttering ‘no’ over and over while shaking his head, clearly in denial.

You reminded yourself not to show any emotion and stepped forward. “I will not lie to you and therefor I will utter the clear truth in front of you. I am a vampire.”

“No, no you’re not.” He refused to believe it. If it had been his friend; he would prioritise duty before friendship. If it was his brother; he would do the same. Even if it was his own parents; he would die before letting insensible things such as emotions to come in the way of doing what is right. But this was different. It was you. It can’t be you. It could never be you.

But it was. Clearly. The evidence- the body- was right in front of him; unblinking and unmoving.

“You cannot look away from what is in front of you-“

“Stop saying that!” He suddenly shouted, surprising you with the sudden change in tone. “You can’t be one of….them.” He expressed in great repulsion.

Despite knowing how evil your kind is, you still though of yourself as quite good- well, as good as you can be when you’re a blood sucking, murderous creature of the night. So your husbands disdain awoke some sort of defensiveness in you.

“Well I am. And I have been for a while now.”

He seemed to think for a moment. Then he asked, “how long? How long have you been a…a vampire?” He furrowed his brow at the end, not believing he’d connect ‘you’ and the word ‘vampire’ in his life.

“36 years. Not as long as some others, but it should still count as something.”

“Oh god..”

It meant that you were one since the start- no before- your marriage. Was he truly that blind? Had love taken such hold of him that he could no longer do his job properly?

How many vampires had he killed during you union? All that while simultaneously being wed to one himself. While loving one, caring for one and even making passionate love to one. It was like some fucked-up punishment tailor-made for him.

He knew what he had to do.

The first tear fell down his cheek, betraying his stern expression and showcasing his endless sorrow. “You are evil,” he raised his crossbow, “and now you have to be judged for your crimes.” How ironic of him to talk about committing crimes of slaughter as if he wasn’t doing exactly the same. He wasn’t stupid; not all immortals were pure darkness, it wasn’t that simple. They do what they have to in order to survive. Only some killed more than they had to. Still, it didn’t change the fact that they all need to be destroyed.

Your eyes widened when he pointed the weapon straight at you. You expected this. Of course he would kill you. However, a part of you could not stop from hoping he wouldn’t think of you as a monster. That perhaps you’d finally find somewhere you can call home and be accepted for what you are. It was a naive dream. Weren’t you his wife before you were a monster? Apparently not, because an arrow shot at you at incredible speed. It hit you in the arm and you cried out in pain.

While you had physical advantages, it doesn’t mean you are immune to pain.

Ripping it out, you studied the black liquid staining it. Your husband swore and immediately prepared to launch another. You felt your fangs grow in length and you hissed at him. Throwing yourself at him the two of you rolled around on the floor, each trying to restrain the other. You managed to get ahold of his crossbow and threw it away form his reach.

Your husband quickly dug into his pockets to grab a dagger, and tried to stab you. Luckily you stopped him in time, fighting him with your vampiric strength. You had to give it to him, he was surprisingly strong for a human. Despite you having supernatural gifts, he was definitely a match and you had a hard time holding you down. If it was any other situation you would have been impressed and rather seduced by his sheer strength, unfortunately this was not a good situation for you.

You leaned down, planning to bite him, but his fast reflexes let him use his free arm to keep you at a distance. He was now on the floor with you straddling him and trying with all your might to end his life.

Your husband knocked your heads together which was the distraction he needed to kick you off of him. You clenched you forehead in pain and backed away. But there was no more time to dwell on that pain, because it was minor compared to what you felt next. Agony was in your side, accompanied by the dagger you had previously defended yourself against.

Your lover was close. Enough for you to feel his breath, and enough for you to see tears running down his regretful face.

“Why was it you?”

Whether he referred to you being a vampire or you being the one he married, you did not know. It hardly mattered anyway.

In a way, you did love your husband. It was probably not in the normal spousal way but it was there. Maybe if you weren’t a blood-sucker you two would have been truly happy together. Too bad fate had other plans. Even though it was true that you were probably evil, you wanted to live. And despite the one threatening your existence was none other than the man who’d show a you devotion and love you though t you’d never find again, this was not where you wanted it to end.

With a shriek, you used all your power to push him as hard as you could. He flew backwards into the wall. You supposed he’d fainted from the force since he wasn’t making any move to get up. You clutched your side and groaned. You had to get out of there; somewhere safe.

You stumbled to the window and put your foot on the ledge. The dagger he’d stabbed you with must be silver, otherwise it wouldn’t have made as much damage. The wound in your side burned and sizzled with pain. You had no idea if your body would be able to fully heal you in time for when you need blood again- or even at all.

“Ugh….”

You heard a cough from behind you. It was your dearest. He must be sturdier than he looks to have woken up so quickly. He had rolled over to lay on his stomach and had his arms pathetically stretched in your direction.

“D-don’t go.”

You scoffed at his audacity. “What, so you can finally finish me off?”

He whimpered, “ N-no, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that- why did I do that?” The last part appeared to be a criticism on himself. Nevertheless he continued, “please, I won’t do it again. I was wrong, you’re not evil I know that, I don’t know why I said that. I’m so sorry, please..”

A frown adorned your face. “It’s okay. I’m not evil, but I know I’m far from good- I’m not that delusional.” Then you turned back to the view of the outside world.

“Wait, no-“

“I have to go. I really mean it when I say this, ‘thank you for all these years together, they have been the happiest days I am now able to remember’.

“My love, don’t-“

You ignored his pleas as you jumped from the window. You landed in the dirt outside. You looked back at the house which you’d just escaped from and as you prepared to run off to another town and build up a new life (until you’d eventually have to run again) you listened to the scream of the man who’d been your husband for six years.

What was he screaming? What else if not your name.

#oc #male yandere #obsessed #yandere oc #possesive #misstycloud oc #yandere husband #vampire hunter husband #vampire reader #wife reader #vampire wife reader #yandere x reader #toxic #yandere husband x wife reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere imagine #fantasy #yandere human x vampire reader

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