omg what about “Can you play with my hair?” with Hunter 🥺
∘₊✧ [[ Chronic ]] ✧₊∘
Synopsis|| Hunter helps the reader deal with both her pain and her internalised guilt.
Word Count || 1073
Tags || Chronic Pain, Dealing with pain, Guilt, Acts of Service, Fluff, Feels, Fem!Reader, References to reader's hair length
Sometimes, just sometimes, you wished you were normal.
The low ache that greeted you as you woke was familiar, expected even, the hours of sleeping on a hard mattress having ravaged your poor body. The low pillow was no better, the twinge of pain as you turned to one side making you inhale a breath. You knew that if you stayed like this it’d get worse, the ‘bed rest’ further stiffening your form until the smallest movement became impossible, but moving? Well that seemed an insurmountable peak on mornings like this, the incessant throb making you slam your eyes shut.
“Another pain flare cyar’ika?”
There was no hiding your pain from the man who shared your bed. Not only was he a soldier, familiar with the lingering pain that could follow an injury, but he was familiar with you - his months of experience telling him you were having a bad morning. Stars. You hated that Hunter to deal with this, hated that he was stuck with someone like you! You knew it was stupid to think such things, that he loved you for all that you were - including your health struggles, but the guilt was so strong sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like a burden.
“Yes”
He placed his palm between your shoulder blades, the barely there contact making your heart skip a beat. Stars! When did he learn the exact level of pressure you could tolerate? It felt like he’d known forever, the slow sweep of his palm spreading warmth across your aching back.
“I’ll get the medpack.”
You tried your best to make a grab for him, the dull ache elevating to a sharp stabbing sensation as you pulled at tense muscles.
“Please don’t.”
“But you’re in pain”
“We’re low on supplies as it is, please don’t waste any on me.”
You could cut the silence with a knife, his pained expression just about killing you as you turned your head toward him.
“What’s this really about Mesh’la?”
The endearment melts your heart, cracks the guilt just enough that you can whisper your worries to the morning air.
“I --- don’t want to be a burden.”
His hand drifts upward, tracing the line of your spine. He applies just enough pressure to ease the ache in your muscles, the radiant heat of pain replaced by the soothing heat of his touch.
“Your needs will never be a burden my love, no matter how complex they become.”
You scoff despite yourself, the sickly feeling of despondency settling low in your gut.
“You deserve better then to care --”
“Isn’t that for me to decide?”
He trails off, the sting of his voice soothed by the palm of his hand. He’s not angry. Can never be angry. He knows everyone deals with pain differently, has seen how hard it can hit Echo despite his best efforts to remind his vod that he’s a highly capable soldier.
He also knows it’s hard to watch people who don’t live with pain go about their lives, to watch the other couples as they dance from place to place with barely a care in the world. But it isn’t what he wants! He wants this! For better, worse, and everything in between, his exhale slows as he curls his thumb into the hollow beneath your ear.
“I don’t mean to be harsh with you, but I hate watching you beat yourself up over something you can’t control. You’re everything I ever wanted. Strong, capable, beautiful, caring -- the mere thought that you might end our relationship because society labels you as less able? It terrifies me --”
He swallows hard, the sound audible despite the low hum of the engines.
“--you’re the only thing that keeps me going sometimes.”
The confession hits hard, the ache in your shoulders replaced by the hollow ache in your heart. You’d been so caught up in how you felt about your pain, your guilt, that you hadn’t thought about how it might affect others. It takes all your effort to turn, the mere action of lifting yourself on one arm taking more than usual, but it’s worth it to look him in the eye - the rich depths of his brown eyes warming you from the inside out.
“Oh Hunter, why didn’t you tell me.”
“Seems you’re not the only one who has trouble articulating your feelings.”
You laugh, grateful for the support of his muscular arm as he laces it beneath you.
“Big words for this time of the morning.”
He gives you one of his famous looks of displeasure, the light that danced across his eyes, the only thing that gives away his hidden amusement. Dry humor had become the backbone of your relationship, the teasing back and forth allowing you to explore your feelings for one another. It was, perhaps, your favorite thing about this relationship, followed closely by his deep need to keep the smile on your face.
“Then perhaps I should show you how I feel instead”
The kiss is slow and lazy, a heady sealing of your lips that takes your breath away. You imagine that he can hear the frantic beat of your heart as he gathers you to his chest, and can feel the warm buzz that coats your frayed nerves with soothing heat. The way his fingers tremble against the back of your neck only adds to the sensation, his touch-starved nature slipping through as he peppers revenant kisses from the corner of your lips to the shell of your ear.
“Now, Is there anything else I can do to make you feel good ner karta?”
“Can you play with my hair?”
“Your wish is my command.”
Time slows as he cards his fingers into your hair, the sensation of his fingernails trailing along your scalp drawing a pleased moan from your lips. This was, perhaps, your most treasured of intimacies. The quiet sound of his breath in your ears, the thrum of his heart against your chest, and the rhythmic flow of his fingers allowed you to relax - to be you again - to pack the pain into a box so that you can go about your day in relative peace.
“Hunter?”
“Hmmm?”
“Thank you.”
He chuckles, the sound echoing in his chest as he presses a kiss to your neck.
“You don’t need to thank me, just feel good.”
And you do, you do, your morning so much better now your sweet partner has chased your fears away.
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"You are my happyness..."
I don't deserve them. I caused them so much pain. I was so selfish and in my obsession caused them so much suffering. I was disillusioned, and I selfishly hurt them, because I was a coward, because I was a monster.
I don't deserve them.
And yet, they forgave me, they love me, they care for me.
"I know the true you, I have seen the true you. You're not the monster you see, or the selfish coward you loath. You're not the lonely and scared boy in the dark, or the hopeless and sad teenager in the rain nor the broken and suffering man covered in blood."
"You're a beautiful soul, broken into pieces and still holding together trying to ammend it's mistakes, take responsibility for them. I see, the bright and curious spirit trying to learn and grow with the world around them. And I see the kind and caring lover, who will always value everything above himself."
"I see my love. You are my happiness."
I don't deserve them. I am so much trouble. Frail sickly and so much trouble.
But I am selfish... So very selfish that I want to believe that.
I want to be their happiness, and I will do everything to make ammends, to make them happy, even sacrifice myself for it.
You are my life. All of it.
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