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wanderer-six · 2 years ago

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Sleepless Nights

AN: Had an idea for the reader as the batch's Jedi General finding it hard to sleep when she's on Kamino with them (their room is probably so miserable and also the couch is the only open real estate LOL), turned into cute drabbles for every member of the batch! Enjoy ♥♥

Relationships: Did a drabble for every member of the Batch individually; established relationship for all of them!

Summary: You are the Jedi General for the Bad Batch. On a rare stay on Kamino, you find yourself restless in the Batch's barracks. You sneak away in hopes of making yourself sleepy, but with little luck. Thankfully, your favorite clone sweetheart finds you and does his best to help.

WARNINGS: They are all just fluff EXCEPT HUNTER bc he is a whore (fingering, dirty talk) - put him last in line to be safe/in case u do not want to deal with him (VALID)

Word Count: About 2k per boy, ~6.5k total!

Try as you might to fade off to sleep, you can’t do much more than stare at the ceiling.

In an event nearly as rare as a cool day on Mustafar, the Bad Batch had returned to Kamino for a brief stay. Though the visit wouldn’t last long—just enough time to refuel and restock—you now find yourself staying overnight in the Batch’s barracks. Since you’ve become their “de facto” Jedi General, they were kind enough to clear some space in their very cluttered room so that you had a place to sleep on the couch by the window.

And, as considerate a gesture as that was, the stiff Kaminoan furniture fails to bring you the same comfort as your bed in the temple.

Sighing quietly, you loll your head to the side, making out the room in the faint light. Unlike you, it seemed all five of your companions slept soundly. Tech had passed out, datapad in hand, while Echo slept bundled under a dozen blankets in his makeshift hammock. Hunter’s long hair was a complete mess, and Crosshair was about as quiet and stiff as a corpse. Wrecker, in contrast, snored so loudly that you weren’t certain how any of you ever got any rest. But even with how loud he was, the other four had all managed to lapse into their dreams, getting all the rest they needed before you were to set out in the morning.

So even among the odd ones out, you were odder, still.

Wearily, you rub your eyes, turning away to look up at the window. Little drops of rain flecked against the transparisteel, and watching them roll down eased your mind. When you were younger—back before the war—rainy days on Coruscant were something you looked forward to. Your master would kindly allow you to stay in for the day, trading your studies for many hours spent reading with a hot cup of tea at your side. Though you couldn’t enjoy such luxuries anymore, the rain still brought you a warm feeling of nostalgia… a comfort that could rarely be replicated.

It makes you wonder if such a feeling could be the cure for your insomnia.

With one last glance at your companions, you gingerly shed the blanket you’ve been resting under. Careful not to make any noise, you step into your slippers and get to your feet. Though the chilly temperature of the Kaminoan facilities isn’t exactly pleasant in your shorts and tank top, you grab your blanket and power through it. Having spent as much time on Kamino as you have during the war, you’ve found a few places that you like to run off to every now and then—and you know that the spot you have in mind will make powering through the cold more than worth it.

Carefully, you tiptoe through the piles of electronics, mementos and trophies that litter the Batch’s room, making sure not to disturb a single thing as you make your way to the door. When you reach it at last, you let out the breath you’d been holding. With one last peek over your shoulder to ensure you haven’t disturbed any of your friends, you open the door—closing it just as swiftly when you’re on the other side.

Though they remain lit in a blinding white, the halls of Tipoca City are largely empty at this hour. You’re more than thankful for that, since you can’t imagine the looks you’d get walking around in your pajamas. You wind through the corridors, eventually making your way to a secluded elevator. When you enter, the door closes behind you, and you’re lifted up to your destination.

The elevator releases you into a small, quiet room with a large overhang and a window open to the elements at the far end. You would describe it as a “viewing deck”, but it was unlike the Kaminoans to build anything for sentimental value. Even still, the room served such a purpose for you, and that was good enough. You walk inside, and the room darkens as the elevator door shuts behind you. Only the ambient glow of the grey, stormy night over Kamino remains, and you couldn’t appreciate it more.

You roam a bit closer to the exposed window, and just as the cool breeze strikes you, you stop. Gently, you take a seat on the floor, facing the open sky. You deeply breathe in the smell of the rain, filled with memories of better days. The raindrops strike against the metal roof, and for a while, you simply sit in silence. Bundling your blanket around your shoulders a bit more tightly, you pout—though you feel more relaxed, it seems sleepiness is still not in your stars. It’s frustrating to say the least, and you can’t help but sigh.

You wonder if you’ll ever be able to rest tonight.

After a short while, something catches you by surprise. Without warning, you hear the quiet hum of the elevator doors. You’re nearly worried that the Kaminoans have come to chastise you for sneaking off into some secret lab of theirs. But when you look over your shoulder, peering through the yellow glow of the elevator lights, you see…

WRECKER

… the large frame of Wrecker, who stumbles into the room.

The poor thing’s eyes switch between half-lidded and fully closed, and it’s clear from the way he wobbles as he walks that he isn’t fully awake. However, that fact obviously hasn’t dampened his resolve to find you—something that you find all too adorable.

“Wrecker?” you call to him. In the sweetest way, he perks up when he hears your voice.

“... little tooka?” he grumbles, referring to you by the adorable nickname he’d given you when you first met. Rubbing one of his eyes, he tromps over to where you’re sitting. Before you can say another word, he plops down beside you, swiftly burgling you into his lap. You giggle in surprise—more so when he wraps you up tight in his big arms.

“Wrecker…!” you beam, wriggling in his embrace until you’re able to kiss his cheek. “What are you doing up, handsome? It’s late!”

Wrecker heaves a heavy sigh, keeping you snug in his embrace.

“You… you were gone…” he murmurs, rubbing his cheek absently against your head as he speaks. “Missed you…”

His voice trails off into a quiet hum, and he sets a gentle kiss on your temple. You’ve always enjoyed being in Wrecker’s embrace—short of being a Wookiee, he’s the biggest and cuddliest man in the whole galaxy. But with the war going on, you often find yourself hugging him when he’s wearing his cold, hard armor.

Tonight, however, he has no gear to speak of. With him in his blacks, you aren’t separated from him by a layer of plastoid-alloy composite. You can feel the warmth of his broad chest beneath the soft fabric, and his muscular arms make you feel safer than anything. He gives you soft butterfly kisses all over your face, lazily petting your head. You smile softly—he treats you just as kindly as he treats his Lula.

“I’m glad you came up here, but… you didn’t have to come looking for me, handsome,” you assure him. “I would’ve come back to the barracks eventually. I was just feeling a little restless, is all.”

Wrecker nods slowly, though with the way his eyes are firmly shut, you have no doubt he missed every word you said.

“Yeah, uh-huh…” he mumbles. He pauses for a moment, drawing a deep, steady breath. “... I love you so much.”

With a bright smile, you kiss his cheek. “I love you, too, Wrecker.”

Those words, in particular, manage to break through his sleepy haze. He dons a big grin—one so sweet you can’t help but giggle.

“I just wanna hold you like this forever,” he sighs. For a moment, his eyes open, and with the sweetest, meekest tone, he asks, “Will you always be my little tooka?”

Your heart aches with overwhelming affection for your poor, sleepy sweetheart. Gingerly, you drape your arms around his neck, drawing him in for a long, loving kiss—one that you hope tells him you’ll always be his better than words ever could.

When your lips part, he smiles again, bumping his nose awkwardly against yours. You laugh, giving him one last quick peck.

“Wrecker… as long as you stay this sweet, I’ll always, always be your little tooka,” you assure him, resting your forehead on his. “And nothing will ever change that. I promise.”

Overwhelmed with love, Wrecker lets out a big, happy sigh—cuddling you even closer against his chest.

“Little tooka… you’re the best girl in the whole galaxy,” he hums with the utmost contentment, “I love you so much, it… it’s not even funny.”

Though you smile at his outpouring of affection, you find yourself yawning for the first time that night. Something about the way Wrecker holds you so close, the rhythmic way his fingers run across your scalp, the warmth of his body against the cold of the stormy night…

Against all odds, you think your sweetheart is just the one to coax you off to sleep.

The two of you sit quietly for a short while, exchanging sweet nothings to one another as the rain turns from a churning storm to a gentle shower. When your eyelids feel about as heavy as Wrecker’s, you look up to him with a smile, setting your hand on his cheek.

“Well, sweetheart… we should probably head back to the barracks,” you whisper. “We don’t want the others to think we’ve gone missing when they wake up.”

With an obedient nod, Wrecker gets to his feet—carrying you in his arms all the while. Just as tired as he was when he came up to find you, he hobbles back to the elevator, though not without a kiss on your forehead along the way.

Wrecker carries you all the way back to the barracks, and though you expect him to lay you back down in your spot on the couch, he instead keeps you in his arms all the way to his bunk. Even as he retreats back under his covers, he holds onto you, making sure you’re snug as a brindlebug when he settles down at last—and in Wrecker’s arms, how could you be anything but?

With you cozy against his chest, Wrecker smiles down at you, giving you one last kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, lil’ tooka,” he whispers, “I love you.”

With a bright smile, you nuzzle your head into his neck as you wrap your arms around him (well, as close to “around him” as your arms can reach).

“Goodnight, Wrecker… I love you, too,” you answer.

And at long last, you fall asleep—finally comfortable in the arms of the sweetest boy in the galaxy.

ECHO

…Echo, whose bright eyes soften when you meet them. Though he clearly came to find you, he looks almost shy as he enters the room, stepping softly as he approaches your side.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smile. “Of course, Echo.”

Reassured by your words, Echo takes a seat to your right, heaving a long sigh as he stares into the storm pouring over Tipoca City. At first, he keeps quiet, as though not wanting to interrupt your peaceful silence. But when you lean your head on his shoulder, batting your eyes at him with a kind smile, he finds his courage.

“Can’t sleep?” he guesses.

With a lazy nod, you sigh.

“Yup. Just couldn’t keep my eyes closed,” you lament. “Usually, listening to the rain helps me get tired, but even that’s not working tonight…”

Echo chuckles. He wraps his arm around your waist, drawing gentle circles on your side with his thumb.

“Yeah… I’m right there with you,” he says. “If it’s not nightmares about Skako Minor, it’s Wrecker’s snoring. Either way, I’m lucky if I can get any rest.”

You flash him a sad smile, dotting a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth as a means to share your sympathy. With all he’s endured, you know just how hard Echo has had to fight on and off the battlefield to keep himself afloat. He’s told you time and again how much your love helps, and you hope he knows just how happy you are to give it.

“Well… I guess we’re in good company, then,” you smile, nuzzling your face further into the crook of his neck.

Softly, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah… insomnia isn’t half bad with you around,” he chuckles. After falling silent for another moment, Echo hums quietly. “You know, back in my old battalion, my brothers and I had a game we’d play whenever we were up late and trying to pass the time.”

“What’s that?” you ask with a tilt of your head.

“We would take turns naming as many planets as we could think of. If it was your turn, and you couldn’t name a planet, you lost,” he explained. The ghost of a smile formed on his lips, his gaze falling as memories of brothers long passed warmed him. “We used to go for hours. I don’t know that I ever won… half the time, I’d fall asleep before we even got to the end.”

The thought of young Echo, diligent and tenacious, spending long hours racking his brain for the name of just one more planet sent you into a fit of giggles. Echo’s smile warms beside you.

“What?!” he demands, hand squeezing your hip playfully.

“Nothing, nothing,” you insist. “I just can’t believe how cute you are, sometimes.”

Though a blush fills Echo’s cheeks, the bashful grin he wears below it lets you know your little compliments are working.

“Heh… I know you’re just trying to get my guard down so I might go easy on you,” he teases. Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, go easy on me?” you scoff. “I spent years memorizing planets at the temple. You should be hoping I’ll go easy on you.”

Echo rolls his eyes, though the smile never falters on his lips.

“All right, then…” he chuckles. He pauses for a moment, as if he really needs to think about how he plans to open. “... Coruscant.”

“Wow; bold choice,” you snark, earning a chuckle from him. “How about… Kamino?”

“Raxus,” he returns immediately.

“Mandalore,” you shoot back.

“Ryloth.”

“Naboo.”

The two of you go back and forth, on and on, for what feels like hours. Given the number of planets you name, it probably is hours. Echo hadn’t been kidding about his experience—as many hundreds of planets that you know of from your studies at the temple, he seems to know even more. In a strange way, it’s really charming. Being able to name a thousand planets probably has next to no real-life applications, but it speaks volumes of that competitive spirit hidden in Echo that you admire like nothing else.

Eventually, the quickfire pace the two of you had kept up at the beginning slows to a crawl as fewer and fewer planets come to mind. You have to scour the farthest corners of your memory in hopes of remembering anything.

“...oh! Hoth!” you manage. Echo swears under his breath, and you laugh. “You can give up any time, you know. I won’t gloat too much.”

With a fierce grin, Echo’s brow furrows. He seems to focus harder on this than on anything he has in his whole life.

“...Endor,” he says. When you don’t answer for a moment, Echo turns his head to you, finding a coy smirk on your lips. “...what?”

“I’m pretty sure Endor’s a moon,” you answer.

Echo’s eyes go wide.

“What? No way,” he spits. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure,” you repeat.

“Well… maybe it’s both!”

“Or maybe you just don’t want to admit you lost.”

“No, it could definitely be both!”

The two of you look into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

“... Tech would know,” you both say in unison.

As soon as the words leave your mouths, you both burst into laughter. You rarely have the opportunity to spend time like this anymore—just the two of you enjoying one another as people, admiring all there is to love about one another. But as you settle down from your giggling fit, enjoying the sight of Echo’s warm eyes as they gaze back at you, you thank the stars for every moment you have with him.

And you see fit to thank him with a kiss—one he eagerly returns.

When you pull away, the soft smile on Echo’s lips warms you to your core. He doesn’t go far, leaning into you as his forehead touches yours.

“You know… whenever those games didn’t work, or whenever I was alone… I had something else to help me get to sleep,” he confesses.

“Oh?” you ask. “What?”

He bumps his nose affectionately on yours, almost hesitant to share.

“Well… on those nights, it always helped to think about you,” he whispered.

The gentle tone of Echo’s voice kicked your heart into overdrive. With a bashful grin, you abruptly pull Echo into your arms, squeezing him so tight he can barely breathe.

“Oh, Echo…!” you coo. “When did you get so sweet?!”

Echo chuckled sheepishly. “Heh… sometime between nearly dying and now, I guess.”

Holding onto him for dear life, you can’t help the weariness that overcomes you. When a quiet yawn escapes your lips, Echo smiles.

“Finally tired, huh?” he asks.

“Mmm-hm,” you hum. Your weary eyes find his, filled with affection. “Thanks to you, handsome.”

Echo’s smile softens. Gently, his scomp link lifts your chin, and he offers you one last loving kiss before getting to his feet.

“Come on, then. Let’s get back to bed while we still have time to sleep,” he says. Once he’s standing, he offers his hand down to you, helping you to your feet all the same.

Hanging on Echo’s arm, you walk to the elevator, working your way back to the barracks. Once you settle back onto the couch, and Echo into his hammock, Echo reaches out to you. With a warm smile, you take his hand. Fingers intertwined with his, you finally drift off to sleep, warmed wholly by the love you share.

TECH

…the glare of Tech’s goggles against the dark room. You squint as your eyes adjust, shielding your face with one hand until the elevator doors close.

“Tech?” you call out as he makes his way over to you. “What are you doing here?”

He takes a seat beside you, perfectly casual.

“Looking for you, obviously,” he replies. “And now, I’ve found you.”

Without missing a beat, he produces his datapad in his hands, idly tapping away on it without a care. You find a smile on your lips—he’s nothing if not predictable.

“Looking for me? Aw, Tech,” you coo. “Were you worried?”

Tech hums. “Worried? Not so much. As a Jedi Knight, you are more than capable of defending yourself—far better than I could, I am sure. No, I was merely wondering where you had run off to. And why.”

You sigh softly, hugging your knees close to your chest.

“Well… I’m just a little restless tonight, that’s all,” you explain. “It happens every once in a while, I just can’t sleep. No idea why.”

“Hmm. I see,” Tech says. Not even bothering to look at you, Tech slides closer to your side. He wraps his free arm around you, beckoning you to rest your head on his shoulder as he knows you love to do. You smile, obliging him gladly—even if he does not show it in the way others might, he is still perfectly affectionate. “It could be any number of things.”

“Like what?” you ask.

He adjusts his goggles, clearing his throat quietly before he speaks again. Your eyes can’t help but drink in his every little action. The two of you have been close for some time now, but even before you expressed your feelings, you’d grown so fond of all of his mannerisms. Just watching Tech be Tech calms you like nothing in the galaxy.

“Barring more severe medical conditions, insomnia can result from a number of different causes—many of which are, regrettably, found in our typical living conditions,” he explains. “For example, disturbances in the form of loud sounds can prevent or disrupt someone’s sleep…”

“Wrecker?” you interrupt, causing him to glance at you. When he sees a small smirk on your lips, he matches it.

“Precisely,” he nods. “In addition, bright lights can disturb the brain’s circadian rhythm. Which, er…” He pauses, glancing warily between his glaring datapad and you. Awkwardly, he tilts the screen away from your face. “...sorry.”

With a laugh, you shake your head. “It’s okay, handsome. You were saying?”

Tech nods curtly, before continuing to list more and more of the conditions that might be affecting your sleep. The more he talks, the longer he rambles, you find yourself leaning further and further into him. Something in the way he speaks has you captivated, soothing you like a lullaby. He articulates himself so wonderfully, every consonant he strikes sending shivers through you.

It isn’t long before Tech catches on to the way you cling to him. He tilts his head curiously.

“Is something wrong?” he inquires. With a lazy smile, you shake your head.

“No… I just like listening to you talk,” you murmur.

Tech blinks, looking uncharacteristically flustered. “You do?”

“Mmhm,” you sigh. Batting your weary eyes at him, you lean forward just enough to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Will you keep talking, handsome?”

“W-Well… what about?” he asks.

You shrug, shutting your eyes again. “Whatever you want. Maybe ways to help me cure this little bout of insomnia?”

Tech looks over you with such fondness, eyes soft on you as you nuzzle your head into his shoulder. With a kind smile, he sets his datapad down beside him. He surprises you when he repositions himself, laying his legs out flat and allowing you to rest your head on his lap. Though you look up at him with uncertainty, he meets you with a kiss on your forehead.

“I would be glad to enlighten you, my dear,” he smiles, his voice now just above a whisper. “It is funny you should mention it. For some people, white noise is helpful to induce sleep. Things like the sound of the rain, or…” He pauses, awkwardly clearing his throat. “...or someone’s voice.”

You beam up at him, and he smiles shyly back at you. Gentle and sweet, his fingers begin to trace all along your head, soothing you with every last touch. Your eyes flutter closed, utterly lost in his attention.

“Hmm… does it work extra well if it’s the voice of the sweetest man in the galaxy?” you murmur, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I would not think so,” he answers. “But, if I am the man you are referring to, I am inclined to give my best effort for you.”

You chuckle. “Of course I’m referring to you, Tech. I love you, you know…”

Opening your eyes just as long as you can manage, you gaze up at him with the overwhelming affection in your heart. Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, pressing a delicate kiss on each of your eyelids.

“And I love you more,” he answers, not a hint of doubt in his voice. “Now, just relax. I will take care of you.”

Never have you trusted anyone more than you trust him. With a nod, you close your eyes again, fully submitting to Tech’s care. His voice and his touch relieve your every worry, and before long, you finally find yourself drifting off at last.

You sleep with a smile, his kind words carrying you to your dreams.

CROSSHAIR

… the piercing gaze of none other than Crosshair. When his eyes find you, his usually stern expression softens just slightly.

Wordlessly, he crosses the room, quiet as a lothcat. He approaches you from behind, sitting down and pulling you between his legs. You giggle as his lithe form all but engulfs you, his chest against your back and his chin atop your head. When his arms snake under yours and wrap around your waist, you rest your hands on his, falling fully victim to his embrace.

“Well, hello to you, too,” you smirk. “Did you miss me?”

Crosshair exhales sharply.

“Hm. Not really,” he replies, though you can hear the grin on his lips.

You lean further into him, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“Aww, not even a little?” you press him.

Crosshairs grip on your waist tightens. He squeezes your sides just enough to make you squeak.

“Not in the slightest,” he fibs.

With a warm smile, you sigh into the cold night air, perfectly content in Crosshair’s arms.

“Well, I missed you… and I’m happy you found me,” you assure him.

He hums a quiet affirmation, before the two of you fall silent, enjoying the gentle ambience of the storm. You can think of very few people you’d feel so comfortable with in this situation—any other silence would beg you to speak and dash it away. But with Crosshair, you feel no obligation to talk for talking’s sake. Neither one of you had much patience for people who just liked the sound of their own voice. No, you two could communicate more than effectively without a word.

And with how he holds you now, you fully understand the depths of his love for you.

The two of you remain in comfortable quiet for quite some time, until at last, the gentle purr of Crosshair’s voice meets your ear.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmurs.

Sighing, you nod. “Mmhm.”

“Hmm.”

He falls quiet again. Idly, his nimble hands trace along your waist. You let them roam—you would never point it out to him, given how sensitive he can be, but you’ve grown quite fond of the way his hands seem to trace you when he holds you like this. He has so many little quirks, and you’ve come to appreciate all of them in your time together. It’s what makes him the man you love, after all.

“You should take my bunk,” he says.

“Hm?” you ask. “Then where will you sleep?”

“On the couch. Obviously.”

With a pout, you crane your head to look at him, only to find him already gazing back at you. The way he looks at you always draws a blush to your cheeks—it’s so intense, so sincere… you never feel more safe, nor more vulnerable. “Sweetheart, I’ll be okay,” you promise. Gently setting your hand on his cheek, you smile. “I can fall asleep eventually. You don’t have to give up your bunk just for me…”

Crosshair huffs—that cute little sigh he heaves whenever you argue with him.

“It’s fine. Between Wrecker and the storm, I wasn’t getting much sleep, anyhow,” he assures you. “Besides, you need the rest more than I do.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Hey, I’m a Jedi, remember? I can last a lot longer without sleep than you can.” Your gaze softens, and you run your thumb along his cheekbone. “And you never get a good night’s rest. You deserve it, Cross.”

Despite your affectionate words, Crosshair frowns. He narrows his eyes at you, before closing them entirely. With a weary groan, he presses his forehead against yours.

“Love, can you please stop being so stubborn just this once?” he grumbles. “I know it’s hard for you, since it seems your favorite thing to do is argue with me. But please.”

Now it’s your turn to frown. You bump your nose against his.

“It’s my second favorite thing, thank you very much.” Tilting your head, you kiss him softly, pulling away with an emphatic ‘mmwah’ to his utmost embarrassment. “That is my favorite. But okay, you win. I’ll take your bunk.”

For a moment, he seems satisfied, the slightest grin creeping onto his lips. He leans in to kiss you again, but before he can, you speak once more.

“If…”

Crosshair’s brow furrows. “If what?”

“If you sleep there with me.”

Immediately, his eyes go wide. You feel his body tense up around you, and he rears back just slightly. You know it isn’t the prospect of sharing a bed with you that has him so worried—the two of you have more than grown familiar with each other by now. Rather, he fears those who will awake to find you sharing a bed together: his brothers. If there’s one thing Crosshair cannot stand, it’s giving anyone the upper hand on him, even for something like a little teasing.

Cupping his face in your hands, you meet his gaze with warm eyes.

“Hey,” you assure him, “if they say anything, I’ll beat them up. Okay?”

Crosshair utters the softest chuckle, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. Begrudgingly, he sighs, setting his hands on yours before leaning in to kiss you.

“... fine,” he concedes at last.

You beam, touched as always by the way he’s always so willing to compromise for you. Getting to your feet, you take his hands into yours, helping him up all the same. When he stands, you keep his hands in yours, pulling him just low enough so you can kiss him once more.

“I love you, Cross,” you whisper. He gazes down at you, eyes alight with such affection that you know he only reserves for you. Tenderly, he presses a kiss atop your head, allowing his lips to linger there.

“I love you, too,” he returns.

When you finally return to the barracks, you find yourself cozy and snug in Crosshair’s bunk. Given it has an actual mattress, it’s far more comfortable than the couch by the window—made even more so by the embrace of your beloved sniper. In his arms, sleep finds you more easily than it has in years. The gentle caress of his hands is the last thing you feel before you finally drift off.

HUNTER (NSFW)

… Hunter, whose tired eyes light up with a smile when he spots you.

“There you are,” he hums, with the most handsome gravel in his weary voice. “I was wondering where you ran off to…”

You smile warmly at him as he saunters up beside you. He takes a seat next to you, not shy at all to wrap his arm around your waist when he does.

“How’d you find me? I thought I covered my tracks very well,” you ask with a grin. He smirks back at you.

“Really? All those sleemos I’ve tracked down on our missions and you want to know how I could follow you here?” he teases, pinching your cheek playfully.

With a giggle, you shake his hand off of you. “Hey, it never hurts to double check.”

Hunter presses a kiss to your temple. His lips feel warm, even more when compared to the cold breeze from outside.

“What are you doing up so late, cyar’ika?” he asks you softly. With an awkward smile, you shrug.

“I wish I knew,” you sigh, gaze falling to the floor. “For some reason I just can’t sleep tonight. I don’t know why…” You pout, hugging your knees against your chest. “It’s annoying, that’s for sure.”

Hunter nods solemnly.

“Yeah, I can imagine,” he hums. “This war’s exhausting, but I still find it hard to close my eyes some nights…”

He falls quiet for a moment. The sound of the rain and the warmth of Hunter’s embrace fill you with a sense of peace.

“What about you?” you ask.

He tilts his head. “What about me?”

“What has you up so late, huh?”

A sly smirk forms on Hunter’s lips. He shrugs a shoulder, all too casual.

“Well, I was sound asleep, but a little someone saw fit to leave me all by my lonesome in the barracks,” he sighs. “Guess I just got restless.”

You grin, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Oh? Your brothers weren’t good enough company?” you tease.

Hunter chuckles; the hand on your waist lingers lower, his fingers skirting the hem of your shorts and making you shiver. He leans in close to you, lips nearly touching yours.

“Well… they’re not the kind of company I’m after tonight,” he purrs.

A blush fills your cheeks. Unable to resist his charm, you close the gap between you, meeting Hunter in a kiss that deepened by the moment. As his tongue slipped between your lips, you felt him hoist you into his lap, facing you away from him. He parts from the kiss with a low growl in his chest, before trailing more softly down your neck.

“Hunter…” you breathe, eyes falling shut as he lavishes you with affection.

His warm lips come second only to his warm hands that have since found their way under your shirt. His every caress causes heat to rise beneath your cheeks—even more when his palms land firmly on your chest.

You hum his name again, breath hitching as his fingers toy with your breasts. Behind you, his chest presses against your back. Even without all his armor, he feels so strong… so big. You know that, in his arms, you would always be safe. Well… safe from the other dangers of the galaxy—certainly not safe from him.

“You know what helps me when I can’t sleep?” he asks, breath tickling your neck. You manage a chuckle—although a moan quickly overtakes it when Hunter’s teeth bear down on your flesh.

“I could wager a guess,” you tease. You feel Hunter smile against you.

“Really?” While one hand continues to coddle your breasts, another meanders slowly down your torso. “Why don’t you tell me, then?”

Though you wish to continue playing hard to get, Hunter’s attention makes that difficult. Your words stick in your throat when his hands breach the waistband of your shorts, fingers creeping over your panties. When he strokes over the wet spot in the fabric, you whimper in spite of your best efforts. Deft swipes offer just enough friction to drive you mad with want, but his strong arms hold firm against your attempts to rut into his hand.

“Well? Out with it,” he growls. His lips press to your ear, your heart thrumming against your chest when he adds, “Tell me what you want.”

With the way Hunter’s fingers work you outside of your panties, he must know that you hardly have the composure to make such a request of him. Your groans as you vye desperately to speak the words he wishes must still fill him with some satisfaction—enough that you can feel how hard he is against your back.

“Hunter… please…” you manage, biting your lower lip when he deepens his pressure just slightly.

“Don’t be shy, cyar’ika,” he purrs. “Say it.”

Meeting his gaze with hazy eyes, you sigh.

“Make me come, Hunter…”

You can practically hear the grin on his lips when those words leave you at last. He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“Heh… anything for you, love,” he smirks.

Swiftly, Hunter pushes your panties to the side; when his hands touch you, now with nothing in the way, the mewl he draws from you sounds so pathetic that you thank every star for the raging storm outside to drown you out. His calloused fingers draw circles around your aching clit, now drenched in the wetness that resulted from his teasing. Only he knew you this well—well enough to have you trembling in his lap, babbling half-formed thoughts of your desire, completely and utterly helpless.

As if you couldn’t get worse, Hunter’s other hand soon joins the first. Not once stopping his motions on your clit, his fingers find your cunt, slipping inside of you with ease. Your walls clench around him, your every sense overwhelmed with ecstasy. The sound of your wetness against his hands, the taste of his needy tongue, the smell of his sweat and yours, the sight of his half-lidded eyes, and the feeling… it was all too much to bear.

Edging closer and closer, your hands reached behind you, finding purchase in Hunter’s hair. You rest your forehead against his, struggling to meet his gaze, but needing to all the same.

“Hunter…” you breathe, a whimper interrupting your train of thought. “I-I…”

Knowing exactly what you want—what you need—Hunter grins. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, meeting you in one last longing kiss.

“Go on, cyare—come for me,” he whispers. The sensual rasp of his voice combined with the magic he works between your legs has you obeying his orders with ease, tension building to your climax. “That’s it… beautiful…”

You come hard on his hands, your cunt fluttering around his fingers as they pulse into you still. The movements on your clit do not relent, either, elongating your orgasm into something unbearably pleasurable. It feels like minutes before he’s done with you—and minutes before you’re done, as a result. But, eventually, his touch slows, bringing you down from your highest high and lulling you into your warm afterglow.

Breathless and spent, you collapse against Hunter, nuzzling your face lazily into his neck. He brings his wet fingers up to your lips, and you lazily allow them into your mouth, gently sucking them clean for him.

“How do you feel?” he asks, a warm smile on his lips. When you open your mouth to answer, a yawn is all that comes out, making him chuckle. “See? It always works. Come on,” he wraps you up tight in his arms, before getting to his feet, “let’s get you to bed.”

Though you want nothing more than to cozy up to sleep right now, you pout up at him.

“What about you?” you ask, hating the thought of leaving him without all the attention he showered you with. With a smirk, he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t worry about me; as long as you’re ready for bed, I got what I came for,” he explains. He raises an eyebrow, grin turning mischievous as he adds, “And… I’m sure you’ll have time to make it up to me before we deploy in the morning.”

Giggling, you leaned up just far enough to give Hunter a soft kiss. He returns it happily, even as he carries you back to the elevator to make your return to the barracks.

“You know I’m good for it,” you hum. With a soft sigh, your eyes fall shut. “I love you, Hunter…”

Though you’re fading fast in his arms, you feel his lips on your head one last time.

“I love you, too, cyare.”

You’re asleep before the elevator doors can close behind you.

AN: Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed - pls tell me which was ur fav LOL I like them all for different reasons but I think Tech ASMR and Wrecker Hugs are my fav. And as always please lemme know if u see any tagging/formatting issues✨✨

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dubaiwatchesstore · 5 months ago

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watchporter · 5 months ago

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timemimic · 8 months ago

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photogirl894 · 8 months ago

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🌹 Hunter

Red Rose 🌹

This is my contribution to the Clone Flowers Fic Event that myself and some other mutuals are doing this week! Naturally, I had to snag Hunter 😉 I got a little carried away with this one, but honestly, I'm super, super proud of it!!

*Takes place after the events of TBB s3*

Enjoy!! 🥰 (divider by @firefly-graphics)

Being a florist had always been your dream.

You loved everything about flowers ever since you were young.You had the luxury of traveling to several different planets and systems because your parents were traveling merchants, so you got to see the local flora of different places all the time. You started asking for seeds you could buy or, if it were possible, you’d dig up some plants to take home with you. As you got older, you planted the seeds in a big garden, dreaming of one day selling all these exotic plants you’d collected over the years and sharing them with other people.

Over your years as a florist, not only had you learned various facts and lore about the plants and flowers you collected, but you had also learned the language of flowers and the meanings or symbolism behind a lot of them. It was fascinating to you how many different meanings were behind each flower, especially when there were so many. You knew which ones represented friendship, courage, fidelity, hope, love…there were a plethora of meanings and you enjoyed each and every one.

When it came time for you to leave home as an adult and start your own life, you continued traveling the galaxy and eventually, you decided to settle on the island of Pabu, a peaceful paradise where you could settle down with a place of your own with your own garden and where you could finally live your dream as a florist. The mayor of the island, Shep, thought that having a florist on the island was a wonderful idea. You were able to open your stall and show and sell all the flowers you collected. You even had little pamphlets that you printed and had on display on your stall for people to read and learn about the different flowers you had as well as the flower language and meanings behind each one.

You thought your life was already perfect...until a certain someone came into your life.

A small family of Clones had been on the island off and on for some time and you’d caught sight of them before. They piqued your curiosity, having never seen Clones on the island before. It wasn’t until they decided to permanently stay on the island that you got to see them around and got to know them more…especially one in particular.

Hunter.

He was probably the dreamiest, most handsome man you’d ever beheld, which was saying a lot considering the many planets you had been to and the numerous men you had seen. You had heard about the sort of person he was, kind and helpful, and you'd seen proof of that in the way he had aided the people of the island multiple times. You found yourself watching him from a distance whenever you saw him either on the streets or in the colonnade. That was kind of a problem because there were a few times he caught you staring and you had to quickly look away, the heat rising in your cheeks at being spotted. Though, you could’ve sworn there were times where you caught him looking your way, too, which only made you even more curious. Though, it was probably just your imagination. There was no way someone like him would be interested in a simple florist woman like you.

The first time you’d gotten to see him up close in person and talk to him, he was out walking with his younger sister, Omega, and their lurca hound. They were passing by and Omega had spotted your stall. She was excited by all the different, exotic blooms you had and wanted to look at them. The way she ran over, her eyes wide with amazement, made you smile.

“I’ve never seen flowers like these before!” she exclaimed, her eyes scanning the many that you had.

“If there are any you want to know about, feel free to ask, young lady,” you said to her. “I’ve gotten several of these from different planets and I can tell you a few fun facts, too.”

That made Omega even more curious. She pointed to an orange, star-shaped flower with a red center. “What is this one?” she asked.

You peeked over to see which particular one she was referring to and then answered, “That’s the Damsel flower. They grow on Endor and here’s an interesting fact about them: they can spray pollen that makes their victims shrink into the size of an insect.”

The kid’s eyes went wide. “No way!”

“It’s true,” you said with a nod.

Then she pointed to a set of black flowers you had in a vase. “What about these ones?”

“Those are black Fire Lilies,” you told her.

“And these flowers?”

“Those are Sachi blossoms. I found them on Chandrila and it’s believed that their petals resemble the same shape as canary-moths.”

“Oh wow! Ooh, what about--”

“Omega,” her brother spoke up, stepping closer behind her. “Don’t overwhelm the lady.”

You turned your head to look at him and you chuckled. “I honestly don’t mind. I’m thrilled when I get to share my knowledge of flowers with people, especially children.”

“Well, Omega here definitely loves to learn,” he replied, ruffling her hair and making her snicker.

It was then Omega spotted another flower and leaned in closer to see it: a set of red flowers in an ornamental vase. “Ooh, what are these?” she asked.

“That’s called Queen’s Heart. They grow around the royal palace on Naboo,” you enlightened her.

As she continued admiring them, she commented, “I love the bright red color.”

The lurca hound came over, sniffed the flowers and then gave a loud bark with a small hop, seemingly smiling as it wagged its tail.

“Batcher likes them, too,” Omega added, petting Batcher’s head. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, “Hunter, do you think we can get these for our new house? I think they’d look great!”

He chuckled, putting a hand on his hip. “If that’s what you want, kid. I’m leaving the decorating to you.”

“Yes!” she said with an enthusiastic nod.

You grinned down at the girl. “An excellent choice. How many would you like?”

“I might take just one for now and see if I’ll need more,” she answered.

“Understandable. If you find you want more, you can always find me here,” you told Omega.

After giving them the total for the price, Hunter fished out some credits from a pouch on his belt and handed them to his sister. She gave them to you and you picked up the vase of bright red flowers, placing it gently in her hands. As she took it, she asked you your name and then thanked you after you told her. Then she briskly walked off with Batcher at her heels.

However, Hunter stayed behind and watched her walk away, a proud grin on his face. “She's been excited about finding things for our new house,” he told you, folding his arms across his chest.

“You guys are new here, right? Or, at least, you’re now staying on Pabu for good?” you inquired. It was then you happened to notice he was wearing normal civilian clothing instead of his armor like before. Another sign that he was adjusting well to domestic life on the island. Though, he'd kept his signature red bandana, which you figured was a must for his everyday look. Not that you minded. It was a good look on him.

He nodded. “It’s been a long time coming, but yeah…we’re here to stay.”

“That’s wonderful. Pabu is an amazing place. I think you all will be happy here,” you replied.

A sweet smile directed at you crossed his face and you could feel yourself starting to blush. You shyly brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and turned away, pretending to be examining one of the displays on your stall to hide your reddening face.

“What brought you here?” you heard him ask.

As you pulled out from a box some clippers and some flowers that needed thorns removed, you answered him while you de-thorned the flowers, “I traveled a lot through the galaxy, searching for all sorts of different and exotic flowers to grow and sell on various planets. In my research of rare flowers, I learned of the blossoms of the weeping maya tree and later discovered that there was one on an island called Pabu. I came here at first to study it and collect the flowers, but found right away that the people here were so incredibly kind and welcoming. It felt like a place I could call home, which was something I hadn’t had in a long time. It didn’t take long for me to decide that I would just settle here and finally pursue being a florist like I always dreamed of.”

“I guess it’s safe to say you really like flowers,” he commented.

You finished getting the thorns off one flower and gave him a nod. “I do. I really do. I’ve been fascinated by them my whole life. Now, I have my own garden full of so many different kinds and I love getting to share them with others.”

“You sell them to people…but has anyone ever bought any for you?” was Hunter’s next question.

You scoffed playfully in response, turning your attention to the thorns on another bloom. “Of course not. Who would buy flowers for the florist?” To you, it was a silly notion, but you thought it was still sweet of him to ask.

There was a brief silence as you worked and you almost wondered if Hunter was still there, but then you heard him ask, “Which one would you recommend? Or rather…which do you like best?”

Hearing that, you put down your clippers and the flower in your hand and looked around for the flower you wanted to mention. Then you came around from inside the stall and motioned to a collection in the front. “I love roses,” you told him. “As much as I love exotic blooms that vary in looks and colors, I'm a bit of a sap for simplicity. I have a few different kinds: Ithorian roses, Jade roses, Tarisian roses….” You trailed off as you came to a group of roses that were so deep red in color that they were almost violet or black. “These are my favorite roses, though. The Malreaux rose,” you said with a wistful smile, your fingertips lightly touching the petals.

Hunter stepped closer to you to get a better look at the roses. “What can you tell me about them?”

The combination of him being closer to you than he was a second ago as well as him genuinely wanting to know more about the flowers made your heart skip a beat. “Well...they don't have the greatest history,” you said. “They were developed on the planet, Vjun, by the Malreaux family, who were the richest family on the planet. However…there was a lot of Sith activity there and some very dark things happened, especially involving the Malreaux's, but I won't go too much into that. I just love their color. The rich, deep red is gorgeous.”

“I agree. I think I'll take one of those,” Hunter stated. “How much?”

You told him the amount of credits needed and he pulled them out of his pouch again, placing them on the counter of your stall. After that, he bent over and withdrew one of the deep red roses from the bin, examining it for a moment as he turned it a couple times in his hand.

A pleased grin crossed his face as he gave a one word remark: “Perfect.” Then Hunter's eyes found yours before he did something that took you by surprise:

He held out the rose to you.

Dumbfounded, you stood there, looking back between him and the rose, stuttering as you tried to respond. What was he doing? You didn't know what to say.

Then he smiled kindly and said to you, “You said no one buys flowers for the florist…so then I will.”

You gingerly took the rose from him. “Hunter…I'm speechless. You didn't have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to,” he replied.

Flashing you a coy smile, he turned away and left you alone at your flower stall. Your eyes drifted down to the bloom now in your hands. You had held many a flower before, but knowing this one belonged to you and was meant for you as a gesture of kindness felt different and special. Knowing this, you couldn't help but smile.

A couple days passed before you saw him again. He returned to your stall a second time with Omega again and also with his other brothers, Crosshair and Wrecker. He caught your gaze just as you were finishing up with another customer and you felt your breath catch at seeing him. Though, Omega calling your name brought you back to reality.

“Good morning!” she cried out, running over to you.

“Morning, Omega,” you greeted her. “How are those Queen's Hearts looking at your new house?”

Excitedly, she informed you, “They look great, just like I knew they would! Though, I think we're going to need more.”

“How many more do you need? I've got a few more available,” you said back.

“Could we maybe get three?” she inquired, holding up three fingers.

You let out a small chuckle. “Is that why you brought all three of your brothers with you: so they'd all have something to do?”

“Very funny,” Crosshair sarcastically commented with a smirk while Wrecker laughed in amusement. That even got a snicker out of Hunter, too.

With that, Hunter offered you the credits needed for the three vases of Queen's Heart flowers and set them on the counter. You expected to see the three Clone boys grab them, but instead, it was Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega who picked them up.

“We'll leave you to your other business, Hunter,” said Crosshair.

“Don't take too long,” Wrecker added. “I'm cooking tonight and you know I like to eat right away.”

Hunter rolled his eyes slightly. “Yeah, I know. I'll be on time.”

Both Wrecker and Crosshair and even Omega gave him knowing and what seemed like teasing glances before thanking you and leaving just you and Hunter there.

“What other business do you have to do?” you asked curiously.

He turned back to you. “I had my own things I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Me?”

“I wanted to hear more about your travels through the galaxy and the different flowers you've collected. Whenever you're free to, that is.”

You blinked in surprise. Hunter was actually wanting to spend time with you? Surely, you had to be dreaming…yet you knew you weren’t. Even though you wouldn’t normally close your stall for a while, you knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

“I’m free now,” you said back.

You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to make that reply. More than likely, he thought you would say you would be available later. “Are you sure? Don’t you need to run your stall for longer?”

With a snicker, you explained, “That’s one of the perks to running your own business: you can pick and choose your hours.” You pulled out from under the counter a wooden sign that said “Gone on break! Be back soon!” and put it up where people could see it. When you looked back at Hunter, you asked him, “Would you like to take a walk while we talk?”

“I’d like that,” he said with a grin. As the two of you started walking, he asked his next question: “What is the wildest place you’ve traveled to collect a certain flower?”

You chuckled. “Oh, now that’s quite a story.”

“One, I’d be delighted to hear.”

During your walk, you both got lost in telling each other stories about both your adventures in the galaxy. You regaled him with some fun tales of learning about plant lore on other planets and he told you some of his times during the Clone Wars. You talked as though you had been friends for a long time. With him, you felt comfortable and almost free; like you could be yourself and share anything with him without fear of judgment. There were times you’d see him smiling at you as you talked and it only made you smile more. You felt as though you could’ve talked to him forever.

An hour and a half had passed before you both returned to your flower shop. However, you were just about to thank him for the walk when his commlink started to chirp. Then you heard Wrecker’s chiding voice come through, saying, “Hunter…you’re late.”

Hunter groaned in realization. “I’m on my way,” he responded before putting it away.

“I guess I kept you too long, didn’t I?” you questioned guiltily.

“It wasn’t you,” he said. “I didn’t keep track of the time. I was enjoying my time with you.” Then he still smiled at you as if nothing was wrong.

“I enjoyed it, too,” you replied, smiling back.

Then he perked up and declared, “Oh, I almost forgot.” He walked a couple steps over to the bins of Malreaux roses, pulled another one out and proceeded to hand it over to you just like he did the first time.

“Hunter…,” you said, once again in disbelief at his gesture.

After you took it, he declared as he turned to walk away, “You’ll find the amount of credits needed for the rose included with my payment for the Queen’s Hearts. I hope to see you again soon, (Y/N).”

Once again, he left you alone at your stall with nothing but a red rose in your hands and a smile on your face.

A few days later, you arrived at your little shop early in the morning to get things ready for the day and were pleasantly surprised to see a third singular Malreaux rose on the counter with some credits next to it.

Hunter had come by before you to leave you your favorite flower once again.

Two times before had been one thing, but now it had happened a third time…which made you begin to wonder. Your thoughts drifted to your knowledge of the flower language, specifically to the meanings behind roses.

Roses of the red variety like the Malreaux rose were usually given as symbols of love, affection and desire.

Did Hunter realize this?

You had said that the Malreaux rose was your favorite flower, after all. Maybe he was just simply continuing to get that one because of that, but there was still something in you that thought maybe it was best if he didn’t. There were other people on the island that knew of the language of flowers, either from you or they already had prior knowledge of it, and if they saw Hunter giving you these flowers that were meant as a sign of affection and that wasn’t his true intention, then rumors could potentially spark from that. You didn’t want to put him in an awkward situation, especially since it was clear sometimes that he wasn’t entirely familiar with how to be a part of a society like here on Pabu, having been a soldier most of his life. More than likely, he was unfamiliar with these kinds of things and was just trying to be friendly.

Though…it would be amazing if he was expressing interest in you…but that was a long shot in your eyes.

Even still…that didn’t stop you from keeping the three roses you’d received from him in their own special little vase at home, one you kept by the front door so you could place the roses inside as you walked in.

The next time you saw Hunter or were able to get him alone, you would talk to him about it and set the record straight.

As luck would have it, you saw him the next day as you were closing up. It had been a busy day for you, having had to make a few flower crowns for a group of girls. The mayor’s daughter, Lyana, had wanted a party with her friends and you had offered to make all of them flower crowns, Omega included. For you, they were easy to make and took no time at all. Lyana and Omega came to your shop, both of them still wearing their colorful blooms in their hair. Hunter followed not far behind them.

“Thank you so much for the crowns!” Lyana exclaimed happily. “They turned out great!”

“We’ve all gotten a lot of compliments on them today,” added Omega.

You giggled at their excitement. “I’m glad you love them. They look perfect on both of you.”

With a devious smirk, Omega commented to you, “You should make one for Hunter.”

Lyana laughed and Hunter gave Omega a teasing grin as well as a look that said, “Don’t even think about it.”

After chuckling yourself, you responded, “As hilarious as that would be, I’m inclined to think Hunter doesn’t want one.”

“Well, Wrecker definitely does. Will you make one for him then?” asked Omega.

“I can bring one by tomorrow,” you replied, amused at the image of Wrecker wearing a flower crown and already planning out what would look great on him. “Right now, I’m heading home for the evening.”

“Okay. Have a good night,” said Omega as she and Lyana waved you goodbye and ran off in the opposite direction.

Yet again, there was now just you and Hunter.

You pulled your shawl up over your shoulders and you heard Hunter ask you, “May I walk you home?”

Him being so charming certainly wasn’t making things easier for you. You were so crazy about him and you had loved the time you’d already gotten to spend with him before, even if it hadn’t been much. You knew you had to talk to him about the roses, but you didn’t want to yet.

“You may,” you accepted, thinking that you could have your conversation later.

He grinned at you before gesturing out with his hand and saying, “Lead the way.”

You started to walk away and noticed at first that Hunter wasn’t next to you, but then he suddenly appeared beside you like it took him a second to catch up. Waving that off as just nothing, you were content to just walk with him back to your house.

“The crowns you made were impressive. All the girls loved them,” he told you.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ve gotten pretty good at making those and I thought it would make their party more fun. I’m happy they enjoyed them.”

“Are there other things you like to do or make with your flowers?” he asked.

You answered, “I like making bouquets or flower arrangements for things like festivals or parties. The usual things like that.”

“Are they hard to make?”

“Mmm…they were at first, but the more I practiced, the easier they got.”

“I’m glad. I would love to see what you’ve made sometime, if you have any.”

You smiled and blushed at the attention he was giving you. Like always, you convinced yourself he was just being friendly, even though it meant a lot more to you than he knew. “Sure. I’d be happy to show you,” you said back.

A few minutes passed and you saw your house coming into view. Even though it was a short walk, it still made you sad that your time with Hunter was about to end for the night. You had the thought of maybe inviting him inside for some tea just so you two could continue talking and spending time together, but you figured that might seem too forward. You just didn’t want to say good night yet.

The two of you reached the end of the pathway leading up to your house and you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you needed to talk to him now about the roses. Hopefully, this wouldn’t make things too awkward, especially after a nice walk home with him, but it needed to be done.

You turned to face him and you asked him, “Hunter…why have you been giving me all those roses?”

His head tilted, confused. “It’s like I said the first time: you said no one buys flowers for you and I thought you deserved to feel special, so I figured giving you your favorite flower would be nice.”

“Yes, but…do you know the symbolism behind giving someone a red rose?” Your hands fidgeted nervously as you prepared to explain it to him. “Red roses are usually symbols of romantic interest, attraction and affection.”

He looked at you plainly for a moment before he sighed quietly and a content smile crossed his face. “Finally caught on, have you?”

Your head reared back slightly, taken aback. “Wait…you did know?” you asked in disbelief.

His smile only widened as he reached into one of his pockets and withdrew a folded piece of paper that you recognized and held it up for you to see.

“You…you took one of my flower pamphlets?”

Nodding in affirmation, he explained, “The first time, I simply wanted to give you your favorite flower. Then I took one of the pamphlets when you weren’t looking because I was genuinely curious. It was just a happy coincidence that the kind of flower I wanted to give you to…express my interest and affection happened to be that same flower you liked.” He put the pamphlet back in his pocket, stole a look at your still shocked face and then turned away shyly. “I’m still new to things like this and I wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it, having been used to the language of war for so long…so I thought maybe saying it in a language you understood best would eventually get my point across.” His eyes returned to you, awaiting your response.

Your hand came up to your chest, feeling your rapidly increasing heartbeat beneath your palm. Surely, this couldn’t be happening. “You’ve been romantically interested in me…all this time?”

Hunter smiled ever so sweetly and bowed his head again.

A happy gasp escaped you and your hand pressed even harder over your heart. This was not at all how you thought this conversation was going to go, but you were not complaining at all. This was even better than what you expected. “Hunter, I…I feel the same,” you replied, your lips curving up into a joyful smile.

That made his own smile widen even more, his expression softened and his eyes lit up in a way that you hadn’t seen before. He took a step closer to you and asked you, “There’s something else I wanted to give you each time I gave you a rose, but was afraid to. May I give it to you now?”

A bit puzzled but no less intrigued, you simply nodded your head.

You were slightly startled when you felt his warm hand take yours. He proceeded to lift it up and your breath hitched when he pressed the back of your hand to his lips, his gaze locked on you the whole time.

“For the first rose,” he said as he lowered your hand, but keeping it in his grasp.

After that, he leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, sending a small shock through your skin.

“For the second,” he said.

His free hand came up to cup your jaw and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, overwhelmed with joy at what was happening. He tilted his head up and pressed his lips to your forehead, letting them linger a little longer there than he had on your cheek.

“And the third,” he said as he looked back at you.

Then he reached around behind him and, to your great surprise, he pulled out yet another red Malreaux rose that you somehow never noticed he had tucked under his belt. He must’ve snagged it as you both were leaving your shop, which explained why it had taken him a few seconds to appear beside you. Your smile grew and your cheeks hurt a tiny bit from how much you were smiling, but you didn’t care. This was a kind of light pain that you would gladly grow accustomed to. Though, instead of handing it you, Hunter tenderly tucked it behind your ear, letting his hand caress your cheek as it came down.

Then, looking intently into your eyes, he spoke in a soft voice, “Then this is for the fourth rose.”

A second later, his lips descended down onto yours, capturing them in a gentle, sweet and affectionate kiss, one better than anything you ever dreamed of. His hand that still held yours let go and wrapped around your waist as you placed your hands on his firm chest and kissed him back. You felt as though it were just the two of you alone on Pabu, sharing this wonderful moment. The way his arms fit around you and your bodies seemed to fit together like matching puzzle pieces felt more than right; it felt like you were destined to be together.

It felt perfect.

When he reluctantly pulled away, he said to you, his voice a gravelly whisper, “I know we still don’t know each other very well, but I would like for that to change. I want to know you, (Y/N). I want to know everything about you and the things that make you happy. I want to listen to you tell me about every flower you know of, the meaning behind each one and see how your eyes light up when you talk about your passion. I want to make you just as happy and smile just as much…if you’ll have me.”

“I would love nothing more,” you said back almost right away. “I want to know you, too, and I’ve wanted that so much since you first came to Pabu. I hope I can make you as happy as you’ve already made me with the roses alone.” Then you took the initiative this time by taking his face in your hands and bringing him down just a little to kiss him again, feeling him smiling against your lips. After a few seconds, you pulled back and inquired, “Would you like to come in? I don’t want to say good night yet. I can make us some tea and we can spend more of the evening together, just the two of us. I can even show you my flower garden out back, too, if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much,” he replied.

You tightly grasped his hand and led him along the path leading to your front door. You pushed it open and brought him inside your warm and inviting home, your other hand lightly tracing the petals of the other three roses Hunter had given you sitting in the vase by your door.

Being a florist had always been your dream and you had achieved that a long time ago. Since then, your new dream had been a relationship with Hunter and that was now coming true.

You had thought your life was already perfect…but now, with Hunter in your life, it most certainly was.

#cloneflowerficevent #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #my sergeant #hunter x reader

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writerrachao3 · 5 months ago

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Giving In (Hunter x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You go out for the night with the intention of going home with someone. When Hunter spots you from across the 79’s bar on Coruscant, you realize you’re in for a wildly exciting night.

Warnings: NSFW. Explicit Sexual Content. Minors DNI.

Notes: Crossposted on AO3 here.

Word Count: 4,683

You were one of the most expensive prostitutes in the lower levels of Coruscant. For the past two years you had garnered recognition as the woman who could make men finish with just a look, and you loved your reputation.

You had the luxury of having only a handful of clientele, who paid you for your discretion. Most of them were old, lazy politicians who were quick to finish off, men you did just to pay the bills.

The men you really enjoyed were the clones. All the pent-up masculine energy, the handsome faces and long-lasting stamina. They were mouthwatering to you, and of course, you did them free of charge.

You frequented a few bars discreetly on the side, not terribly often, but every once in a while to get your proper fill.

It had been almost six months since you had last gone out, and this time, you wanted to make it count.

You made your way to one of the popular clone establishments, 79’s, and soon found yourself two drinks in, waiting for the clones to make a move.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as you had walked into the bar, a certain clone had locked eyes on your figure, immediately entranced.

Hunter, the sergeant of Clone Force 99, was with his crew, sitting and sipping on a beer after another successful mission. The Batchers rarely had a moment off the battlefield, and even more rarely did Hunter join the crew on their bar crawl around Coruscant.

The loud music, the flashing lights, it wasn’t to his taste.

But you? You were exactly his taste.

You wore your long brown hair down, tumbling messily down your back, and even just sitting at the bar, your curvy figure enticed him.

Hunter continued watching you as a reg approached and began flirting with you. But he wasn’t worried. Hunter could tell by your body language and your heart rate that you weren’t interested in this particular clone, and soon enough the clone gave up.

You watched as the clone “Ace” walked away from you and sighed. The crowd was rather lacking tonight. You looked up and scanned the room, your eyes suddenly falling on a table of enhanced clones, sitting off to the side, away from the other clones.

You’d heard of them before, but you’d never seen them in person. You scanned their figures, taking in the sight of the intriguing men. One was smaller and slightly squirrelly. Another was broody and had an almost angry demeanor about him. The third was a very large, muscular man. Your mind briefly flashed to what he must be like in bed before your eyes landed on the last man.

You scanned his form, tall, relaxed, strong. His messy brown hair was held back by a red bandana, and across one side of his face he bore a skull tattoo that disappeared under his shirt. You wondered exactly how far down it went.

He was exactly the kind of man you were looking for tonight. And as your eyes traveled back upward, you realized he too was looking right back at you.

He seemed almost cocky, clearly used to being in command and control, and you were immediately drawn in. He smirked in your direction before he turned back to his brothers, luring you in but ultimately ignoring you.

Now that frustrated the hell out of you. You raised an eyebrow, determined not to play into his game, but the longer it took, the more frustrated you got, and you could feel yourself getting antsy.

Hunter pretended to pay attention to what Tech was prattling on about, but he was actually listening for your heartbeat. Even over the sounds of the music, he could still hear it quicken the longer he waited to approach you.

After a few more antagonizing moments, he decided it was time. Hunter stood up from the table, much to the rest of the bad batch’s surprise.

“Where are you going off to?” Tech.

“I have a little rendez-vous,” Hunter replied nonchalantly.

“You’re skipping out on bar crawl again?” Wrecker demanded.

“Sorry, Wrecker, I’ve got other things to attend to,” Hunter shrugged, turning to go.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow and scanned the room, his eyes landing on your figure, sitting at the bar, twirling your fingers around the rim of your martini glass.

“Hope she’s better than the last one,” Crosshair scoffed as Hunter turned his back.

“I have a good feeling about this one,” Hunter chuckled before making his way over to you.

You were busy twirling your finger around the rim of your glass when you suddenly felt a warm breath on your shoulder.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this?” Hunter’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You angled yourself to better look at him as he sat down at the bar next to you.

“Trying to see what all the fuss is about with these clones,” you replied, your voice silky smooth as you took another sip from your drink.

“And your thoughts?” Hunter prodded.

“Some aren’t half bad,” you replied, giving him a pointed look.

Hunter let out a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s your name darling?” Hunter purred.

“My nickname is Raven, but you can call me whatever you like,” you replied coyly. You only gave out your stage name to men like this, but it always intrigued you to see what they would come up with.

Hunter knew immediately that it wasn’t your real name, “Raven, hm?” He said. “I’ll pretend like you didn’t just give me a nickname. How about I keep calling you darling?”

“Like I said, you can call me whatever you like,” you replied, hesitating at the end as he hadn’t yet given you his name.

“Hunter,” he said. “The name’s Hunter.”

You licked your lips at the sound of his name. Even his name was attractive to you.

Hunter heard your heart skip and your scent changed slightly at the sound of his name. He reached out and pulled your chair closer to his with unmet ease until his mouth was mere inches from your ear.

“Shall we go someplace quieter?”

Your mouth went dry. He was making you feel a way other clones had been unable to make you feel before. All you could do was nod.

Hunter threw down some credits to pay for your drinks, like a true gentleman, before taking your hand and guiding you through the crowds and out into the fresh air.

He hailed one of the air taxis and helped you in, sliding in the seat beside you. With clones, you usually had to rent a bedroom in some shoddy back-alley hotel, but he seemed to have a place in mind. He gave the driver directions to somewhere on the surface level before sitting back, his hand falling possessively on your thigh.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“My squad’s ship is empty while we’re in Coruscant. We’ll go there,” he replied.

You’d had sex in many places, but onboard a ship? The idea of Hunter bending you over and taking you up against a ship’s control panel was exhilarating.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the garage where Hunter’s ship was. You watched as he lowered the ramp and you followed him up into the ship.

You scanned the ship, taking in everything, it wasn’t large, but it was sufficient for whatever missions Hunter and his crew undertook.

To the left was the cockpit with the console, to the right, the gunner’s seat. There was a small room with bunks in it and a small refresher.

You heard the door to the ship close behind you. Before you could turn around and open your mouth to comment, Hunter had pushed you up against a wall, knocking the breath right out of your lungs.

“Do you know how long I watched you for?” He asked, his breath hot but not unpleasant on your face.

You felt your breath hitch in your mouth. Normally you were the one in control during your encounters with clones, but this? This was new, and you wanted nothing more than to give in immediately to Hunter’s whims. But you couldn’t, in good conscience, give in without putting up a fight first.

“How long?” You asked innocently, looking up at Hunter through your eyelashes.

He let out a quiet groan, bringing his lips inches away from yours, but still demonstrating an admirable amount of restraint.

You itched to close the distance between you two, but you didn’t want to give in, and you certainly didn’t want to beg him.

“Seems we’re at a bit of an impasse,” Hunter nodded down to how close you two were together, only mere centimeters apart. “Just tell me what you want, darling.”

At his words, much to your dismay, a quiet sigh slipped past your lips, causing Hunter to smirk.

“That’s all I needed,” he said darkly before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

His lips were soft, but his kiss was rough against your mouth, claiming you for the first time that night. You returned the kiss fervently, trying to regain any sense of dominance, but it was too late, Hunter was in control.

Hunter’s hands roamed freely across your body, one tangling itself in your hair, and the other on your hip, pulling your body flush against his.

You allowed your own hands to roam across his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms. He was still, unfortunately, wearing his armor, and you attempted to pry it off.

Hunter chuckled into the kiss.

“Need a little help there?” He asked, breaking the kiss.

You finally gasped for air, your lips already red and swollen from the few, brief moments you had spent kissing him. Your head involuntarily nodded and Hunter stepped back, his hands quickly shedding the armor on his arms and chest, his legs and the rest soon following.

As soon as he was down to his blacks only, he returned. You pulled up onto your tiptoes, seeking another kiss, but Hunter tutted.

“If I have to take something off, then so do you,” he said huskily, a grin spreading across his face as your cheeks flushed red.

You barely hesitated before reaching down and untucking your shirt from your shirt and pulling it up over your head, leaving your upper body in nothing but your bra.

Hunter let out a low whistle, taking in your smooth skin and breasts. He had been right, you were exactly his type.

He approached, pulling you back in for another kiss, this time, his hands running up your hips to your chest. It was only a couple of seconds before he had managed to unhook your bra with only one hand and slide it off of your body.

He then picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he set you down on one of the counters in the Marauder.

You continued kissing him, your arms and legs now wrapped around his body, pulling him in close. His lips soon dropped from yours, trailing down to the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of soft nibbles in his wake.

You let your head roll back and your hair tumbled down your now-bare back as he picked a spot to leave a hickey, claiming you as his.

Normally you had a policy with your clients about not leaving hickeys behind, but you couldn’t resist how Hunter was making you feel.

You felt one of his hands reaching for your breast, taking it and running a rough hand quickly over your nipple, causing you to gasp at the electric shock that coursed through your veins at his touch.

Soon his lips left your neck and made their way down to your nipples, his tongue flicking over them briefly before settling in on one of your breasts, nipping and sucking, causing a flurry of sensations up and down your body, arousing you more and more with each new sensation.

You were beginning to feel desperate for his attentions elsewhere, so you discreetly slid your hands down your stomach and towards your core, but a hand on your wrist paused your journey, causing a whimper to leave your throat.

“Now, now, darling, a bit hasty, are we?” Hunter’s voice caused you to open your eyes and look down at him. He came up and claimed your lips again before grabbing your other wrist and pushing them up above your head.

“Keep them there,” he growled.

He moved you so that you were now reclining backwards. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but your body was too needy at this point to complain.

He returned lips to your nipples briefly before they began to make their way down your body.

When he reached the waist of your skirt, he quickly yanked it off your body, your panties soon following, flung off somewhere in the room.

Hunter stepped back for a second, taking the time to admire your flushed body laid bare on the counter for him.

“Darling I can smell how ready you are for me,” he purred, sending shivers up your spine before he returned to your side, now placing painfully slow kissed on your inner thighs.

“Please,” you heard yourself whine, your hips involuntarily bucking up with need. It was almost painful how much your body needed to be touched.

“Please what?” Hunter asked between kisses.

“I need your mouth,” you said.

Suddenly you felt a warm breath on your core, and Hunter’s warm tongue slid up from your core to your clit, swirling around once before taking your whole clit in his mouth.

You let out a thankful breath, your pain alleviated by the contact. It felt incredible, his tongue slowly sucking and swirling around, taking good care of you. You allowed your eyes to close and your head to roll back, but Hunter wasn’t having it.

“I want you to look at me while I’m eating you out,” he said. “Be a good girl.”

Your eyes shot open at his nickname for you. You lifted yourself up on your forearms and looked down, your breath catching in your chest as you watched him go faster and faster.

Suddenly, you felt a finger at your entrance, gently easing its way in. You gasped at the intrusion, but soon found your body moving along with the rhythm.

Hunter let out a chuckle, “Eager, are we?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please I need you,” you said, throwing your pride and ego out the window. Tonight, you would be subject to every one of his whims.

Hunter rewarded your admonition with a second and then a third finger, never once stopping his ministrations at your clit.

You slowly began to feel a heat building inside of you and your eyes began to close once more, feeling your body chasing your high.

“What did I say?” Hunter demanded, causing your eyes to flicker back open.

You watched as your body began to roll even faster, beginning to fuck yourself on Hunter’s mouth, unable to control yourself any longer as you felt yourself beginning to crest.

Hunter brought you all the way to your peak, your orgasm causing a string of gasps and swears to escape your lips as you rode your high. Hunter continued to use his tongue on you until you were shaking with how sensitive you had become.

“Good girl,” Hunter said, finally pulling his fingers out from you and capturing your lips again with his.

You could taste yourself against him, but you didn’t mind, you were still recovering from your orgasm, and all you could do was cling to Hunter’s blacks.

Although, you were beginning to think about how much you wanted them off.

As you came down from your high, you were galvanized into desire, a desire to see Hunter feel the exact same way, and so your hands roamed, finding the zipper to Hunter’s blacks and beginning to remove it.

He quickly helped shed it until he was only in his boxers. You leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of him for a moment.

His body was strong and muscular, incredibly pleasant to the eye. You raised your eyebrow as you discovered that his tattoo did in fact, extend down his face and neck to his waist and chest, where it stopped, just above the waistband of his boxers.

“Like what you see, darling?” Hunter asked, catching your hungry gaze.

Your eyes landed on his boxers, now tight against his body, revealing a large bulge, causing you to swallow.

"Maybe," you retorted, sitting up and slipping off the console.

Upon your feet hitting the ground, you nearly fell, Hunter quickly stabilizing you.

"Careful now," he said, smirking at how you had fallen apart at his whim.

If that's how your legs felt when he used just his mouth, you could just imagine what you'd feel like after he'd fucked you to the high heavens.

"My turn," you smirked back, sinking down to your knees on the cold floor of the ship.

Hunter allowed you to reach your hands up and stroke down his abs to the waistband of his boxers before you pulled them down, allowing his cock to spring out.

You were pleased with the size and look of his cock. He was rock hard at this point, which made the thought of him fucking you right then and there even more exciting. But you needed to be patient.

After Hunter had removed his boxers entirely, you reached out and took his cock in your hand, your tongue soon following, lapping up the precum that had beaded at the tip of his cock.

He let out a low groan, his hand reaching down and tangling in your hair as you licked a stripe up the back before wrapping your mouth around his cock and slowly bobbing down, taking him fully into your mouth until you gagged and came back up for air.

Hunter loved the feeling of your mouth on his cock and he watched as you wrapped your pretty pink lips around his cock once more and began slowly and almost torturously moving up and down, savoring the taste of him.

It wasn’t long before you felt Hunter begin to buck his hips against your mouth a little faster and you obliged. The sounds he was making as you pleased him sounded so wonderful coming out of his mouth.

You wanted nothing more than to watch him unravel before you, but alas, that would not be the case tonight. Hunter had many, many other plans for you.

So before too long, Hunter reached his hands down and wrapped them around your neck, pulling you off his cock and bringing you up from your knees. He then pulled you in for a kiss, not minding that he could taste himself on your tongue.

“Hunter,” you felt yourself tremble in anticipation. “Please.”

Hunter didn’t need to have a reason this time, he picked you up and turned you around pushing your lower body up against the console. He bent you over so that your tits were pushed up against the cold metal.

You spread your legs a little wider as he lined himself up with you. You whined at the sensation of his cock sliding up and down against your slick folds before suddenly you felt the pressure of him entering you.

You and Hunter both let out moans in unison as he entered you for the first time. Even when he wasn’t fully sheathed inside of you, he felt so good, his cock filling you up in all the right ways.

He eased himself in, allowing you to get accustomed to the stretch as he inched his way in until he was fully seated within you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, barely audible to yourself.

But Hunter heard it loud and clear, because he soon began to ease back out of you before pushing back in, slowly beginning to pick up the pace.

Every single movement felt like heaven inside of you. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation, Hunter’s hands firmly grasping at your hips, his breath on your back, his cock stretching you from the inside.

As Hunter picked up the pace, he suddenly grabbed your knee and bent it up to rest on the side of the console, giving him greater access to go even deeper, driving a whine out of your chest with each thrust.

All you could hear was Hunter’s breathing and groans and the sound of your skin coming into contact with his as he fucked you.

But you didn’t want to just be fucked. You wanted to be fucked senseless.

“More,” you panted out.

Hunter’s grip on your waist changed, one of his hands grabbed your hair at the base of your head, pulling your head back and causing you to arch your back up off the console. You gasped as he roughly turned your upper body so that you were looking into his eyes as he pounded into you harder.

“Oh fuck,” you found yourself getting louder, your whispers turning into yelps.

“There’s my good girl,” Hunter said darkly, his pupils blown wide with lust and admiration at how well your body took his cock.

He too was experiencing a high, intoxicated by your body and the way it reacted to each of his movements. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing out the sensations in his cock, causing him to swear.

“Fuck mesh’la, you’re so tight,” he said, finding a new nickname for you.

You didn’t even care what it meant, it was sexy as hell, and you loved the way he looked at you as he pounded into you.

“It’s your turn,” he suddenly said, pulling out and leaving you whimpering at the lack of contact.

He helped you stabilize your feet on the ground before taking a seat in one of the chairs. He motioned for you, and you approached, straddling his lap.

You wasted no time at all before you reached down and guided his cock to your entrance before sinking down until he filled you once more. You captured Hunter’s lips with yours, drawing him in. Hunter rested his hands on your hips, gripping tightly, desiring nothing more than to see you bouncing on top of him.

This time, it was your turn to set the pace. Feeling like you had regained some of your usual control, you went to work, swirling your hips around him.

You watched his eyes close, loving your ministrations, but you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“Look at me,” you instructed, finally finding your voice again.

Hunter opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow as you swirled your hips.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck for a little more stability as you rolled your hips and started on a good pace.

“Stars you feel amazing,” Hunter echoed his earlier sentiments, gladly giving over some control to you.

The pace was slower than before, but you both lavished in the intimacy of you riding him. He soon buried his face into your neck, kissing and biting again, causing you to let out a moan.

You could feel your legs shaking, the effort from earlier beginning to take its toll, so Hunter began to assist with the pace, going faster. Soon, he lifted you up and was thrusting upwards, giving you a new sensation as he reached impossibly deep, causing you to let out a loud moan.

You know that you wouldn’t last much longer at this pace, and unless he had the stamina of a god, he was getting close too.

Without missing a beat and without pulling out of you, Hunter suddenly grabbed you and stood before laying you down on the floor.

“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said, and you truly believed him.

He began pounding into you, causing you to slide a tiny bit backwards until your head was up against one of the baseboards of the ship. You threw your hand up to protect your head as he pounded into you.

He leaned down and captured your lips one more time, and you clenched around him, feeling the heat build inside you.

Hunter reached down and used his thumb to swirl around your clit all while finding your pleasure deep inside. The sensation of his lips, his fingers, his cock, his breath, was all too much for you, and you felt a sob escape your mouth.

“Fuck, Hunter, I’m so close,” you said, louder than you meant to.

“I know, mesh’la,” Hunter grunted, “Be a good girl and wait a little longer.”

“Please Hunter,” you found yourself begging again. “Please.”

Hunter was quiet for a second, feeling you begin to twitch and clench around him, desperately trying to prevent your orgasm before he gave the word.

“Hunter!” You cried out, one final beg.

“Cum for me darling.”

At his words, you felt wave after wave of pleasure hit your body, sending you sky high, the only thing that mattered was the way Hunter made you feel. You heard your voice continue to cry out his name as he kept up his pace, chasing his high. Your body began to shake at overstimulation as you clenched around him again and again.

It was a matter of seconds before he finished, you could tell he was about to pull out to finish.

“Cum in me,” you said, opening your eyes to catch Hunter as he acknowledged you.

At that, Hunter buried himself deep, his orgasm cresting as he began to fill you up. You loved the feeling of his cum inside you, and you clenched around him, drawing out his orgasm until he too was shuddering at the pleasure and stimulation.

Finally, he gently rested himself down on top of you, keeping his cock buried deep inside of you as you both came back down to the planet.

“You did wonderful, darling,” Hunter’s husky voice drew you in.

All you could do was mumble a response, still too weak from the dual orgasms and all the exertion.

You lay there for a few more moments until finally Hunter slipped out of you and slowly stood. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you were grateful when he reached down and scooped you up.

Hunter carried your weak form to the ship's small refresher, where he set you down on the shower ledge and turned on the warm water.

You were only half aware as he bathed you, still reeling from pleasure and exhaustion as he cleaned up the mess you had both made. As he washed your body, Hunter secretly admired the hickeys he had left behind, retracing his steps and kissing each one.

He cleaned himself up also, and when you finished, he pulled out a clean towel, drying you off.

“Wait here,” he said.

By this point you were more aware, but exhausted, and for the first time ever with a man, you were hoping he wouldn’t immediately kick you out. Cuddling with Hunter sounded nice. Wonderful even.

He returned wearing a pair of clean trousers and he helped you pull on a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, which hung loosely down just past your ass.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Hunter said, his voice had taken on a much more gentle and kind demeanor, much different than the brazen and flirtatious tones from earlier.

It was warm and comforting, and you soon found yourself lying in one of the bunks on the ship, wrapped up in his warm embrace.

“That was really good,” you muttered as your eyes began to close.

You could feel Hunter’s chuckle beneath you as you cuddled against him. As you drifted off to sleep, you just barely caught his response.

“Yes it was, mesh’la, yes it was.”

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Heated ~ pt.26 - The Final Chapter

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Smuttttt, happy endings, hope-core

Announcement: We made it y'all.... here's the final epilogue/final chapter. I'm so serious about you guys submitting writing prompts and little messages. Times are tough out here and I need more clone content hehe. So please don't be a stranger, I see all of your messages and I'll be getting around to writing them now that I've finished this hunk of a fic haha.

Enjoy babes and may the force by with you.

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The fire popped and crackled as Crosshair added another log to the roaring hearth.

With the rain pattering outside, and the delicious warmth radiating from the fireplace, you stretched like a loth cat in the pile of exotic furs Hunter and Crosshair had collected over the months here on Zyphor. You twisted and mewled feeling every tight muscle relax as you settled back down in your comfort spot.

With the help of your alphas, you had created a permanent nest in the center of your oversized domicile.

Located just a few minutes outside of the little developing clone village, deep in the uncharted parts of the forest planet, Tech had designed a perfect home for you and your pack.

With one central space for all of your to share with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and of course your favorite thing on the planet, the huge nest full of luxurious furs absolutely covered in all of your combined scents. The main communal space then broke off into six smaller domiciles, each your own private quarters.

There was even one for Echo when he’d visit from Teth.

Tech made sure everything was planned accordingly in this little settlement.

Wrecker and Hunter had worked tirelessly collecting materials and utilizing the construction droids to build your home relatively quickly. You used collected rainwater to plumb the home, and wood from the forest to keep you warm.

It was lovely.

Growing up on Coruscant, you were thrilled to experience real rain. When the synthetic weather centers had scheduled a rainstorm it was always your favorite, but now you had it everyday. It was calming and peaceful here.

You were over the moons. The boys explained how the rain was also a comfort to them. Thats all they knew in their short youth. To have it now daily pattering against your shelter, you all felt very at home.

Tech even invented a hydro electric water mill to power the settlement. The intricate grid system with back up generators kept you all illuminated and warm.

You still couldn’t believe this was your every day life… Zyphor was a dream.

You even requested a garden and a green house which the boys set up instantly. Of course Tech made sure the internal growing system was immaculate. Creating an extremely viable growing zone for some of the warmer dryer species of fruits.

You had never gardened before and it was entertaining to watch your seedlings mature. Your job on the homestead was to study gardening and farming practices.

You were put in charge of the produce production for your little pack. So far you were killing it. With your background in the sciences, you found it to be quite enjoyable and easy to grasp and pretty methodical.

Snapping back to the present, you studied Crosshair as he used the iron poker to adjust a few logs before carefully placing the new ones on top to feed the flame. You smiled seeing how his lean figure was beginning to fill out more as he was able to eat more and destress. Though, his body seemed to become even more muscular from all the hard manual labor they had been doing.

He looked healthy.

It made your heart flutter.

Crosshair had been assigned to learning how to hunt and track game with Hunter. Their whole lives, they had only been trained to track targets for their missions, but luckily they were able to apply that knowledge and experience to their growing hunting skills.

They were an unstoppable team. With Hunter’s abilities and Crosshair’s sharpshooting, you knew you’d never go hungry.

And that being said, it was discovered that Wrecker is a remarkable cook. Once he stepped into the kitchen the first night to cook up the kill, you all learned he had a natural talent for taste and preparations.

He has managed to keep you all satisfied and filled with yummy dishes night after night. Though he groans about lacking his usual snacks, he does enjoy the fruit you had gathered and even slimmed down a bit too. He looked more fit than you had ever seen, and he even carried a certain glow about him now realizing his passions for food.

Wrecker also was in charge of the shaak ranch. His gentle demeanor was very appealing to the imported animals. He built the corral where the animals resided munching on grass during the day. You even made Wrecker his own sunhat which he wears proudly as he shepherds the animals during the day.

He looked just like a ranch hand… a sexy ranch hand.

That thought stirred something devious and lusty inside you. You sighed happily, allowing your thoughts to drift to Hunter. He too had filled out a bit from de-stressing. Hunter had taken to the three orbak you also keep with the shaak. Those monstrous creatures seemed to like him too as he utilized them for his hunting trips with Crosshair. Their muscular hooves legs seemed to carry the two alphas effortlessly for hours on end.

You giggled when remembering when they were trying to figure out how to ride them the first few times. Crosshair had complained the whole time, nearly getting bucked off while Hunter took to it like a natural. You joked that he could talk to them to Crosshair’s chagrin.

Crosshair has since ceased his complaining and muted it down to an annoyed grunt every time the animal acts on its own accord.

You smiled at the memories.

The you had to stifle your laughter remembering when Rex and the boys brought in a shipment of tip-yip chicks. They were bestowed upon you and put in your charge to take care of and raise for eggs and meat. On one particularly rainy day, one had escaped your coop, and you were forced to chase it down following it all the way to the barn where you had tripped and landed face first in a pile of thick mud with a loud splat.

You could still hear your boys howling with laughter as you sat up wiping your eyes trying to see where that damn bird went.

…Tip Yip had never tasted so good…

You bit your tongue forcing down the giggle.

Then that leaves Tech.

The man had never been so thrilled to be involved in a project in his entire life. Planning an entire village with the details all the way down to the wiring of each domicile had the man busy and mentally stimulated. You loved watching the way the gears were turning in his very brilliant head. Even preparing for weather disasters and all the variables none of you had considered.

It was fascinating to watch.

On the top of his list of completed projects was your packs home, the shaak barn, the orbak stables, your high tech green house and garden, the hydro-electric mill, and then finally the small medical clinic and research lab.

With the help of the boys on Teth, they managed to set up an entire fully operational research facility with everything you could possibly need. Everything was down to your specific requests and that is where you spent most of your time these days…

“I can feel you thinking.” Crosshair closed the metal grate separating you from the blazing fire.

You rolled over to face him, “You know what I’m thinking about.” You burrowed into the plush fur beneath you.

“Research?” He raised an exasperated brow.

“Mhmm.” You smiled sweetly.

“Darling, I appreciate what you’re doing more than you could ever know.” He knelt down next to you running his fingers over your jaw, “But you don’t need to stress. It will happen when it happens. You need to relax and spend more time here with us.” He gestured to the lovely home.

“And on your cock?” You smirked as he laid down beside you, naked as you.

He hummed, “Yes, and other things.” He chuckled into your neck where he kissed his mark on your skin. You shuttered.

“Rex is supposed to be coming today with the last ingredient I need for the serum. I can’t stop thinking about it and running variables in my head.” You sighed nuzzling his neck.

“Then I’m not doing my job correctly.” He pushed you onto your back and used his warm hards to spread your already messy thighs.

He purred seeing the mess he had already made of you. You absolutely dripped with his cum and were still full with it, dripping languidly. He hummed and gathered up the cum that had spilled from you and pushed it back inside of you making you cry out at the sudden intrusion.

You puffy cunt fluttered at the familiar feeling of his long fingers soothing your insides. You clenched around him making him groan as he slowly and deliberately massaged that special spot inside you that made you whine pathetically and sprawl out for him even more, begging him to play with you.

Crosshair was always pleased by this reaction. You could feel the approval through the bond.

He loved making an absolute mess of you especially with the help of his twin. The three of you had something special and you quickly realized they shared a desire to experiment with your body in ways you didn’t even consider.

“The rain is picking up.” He said softly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

You turned your head to face the window noticing the droplets coming down harder, “Hunter’s going to be soggy by the time he gets back.”

Crosshair let out a breathy laugh, “I’m sure he’s on his way back. I want you one more time before I’m forced to share you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully knowing he has absolutely no problem sharing, but you got the picture.

You ran your fingers over his tight muscular stomach as he settled down between your legs on his haunches. You felt the heat of his hard cock resting against your leaking opening and felt your mouth water. He leaned forwards, letting out a happy huff before cradling your head and shoulder blades lovingly.

He wanted it soft and sweet… your body warmed.

With a little playful nip on your part, it made him smirk before leaning forwards and breaching your walls with his stiffened cock.

You both let out a content sigh being locked together again. The sensation of becoming one was comforting.

You took solace being under your mates. You knew you were safest in their arms and that feeling never got old.

Crosshair even let a whimper slip out as he slid against your walls feeling your warmth and tightness. The man couldn’t get enough. He’d happy die here just like this, if he got to feel you one last time.

You fiercely clung to him as he made love to you. He pushed inside rhythmically rubbing your scalp and shoulders lovingly with his work hardened fingers. You grabbed at him as the pleasure spiked and you were beginning to feel yourself twitch around him.

You couldn’t help but grasp at his growing hair. With a firm hand, you fisted his silky silver strands at his nape making him hum as you tugged deliciously. He shuddered as you mewled into his skin.

Lost in the essence of Crosshair, you didn’t even hear the front door open.

“So while I’m getting soaked out in the rain, you two are staying nice and comfortable inside?” Hunter’s playful tone made both you and Crosshair stop your love making to look up at the man standing in the door way.

He flopped down a dead nexu the size of tech on the kitchen counter with a wet splat. Hunter shook out his hair like a corellian hound letting the water fly everywhere.

“Just taking care of our girl, vod.” Crosshair continued his lazy thrusts looking up at his older batch-mate, “If you dry off you’re welcome to join us.” His drawl was lust riddled. So much for not wanting to share, you smirked.

Hunter didn’t have to be told twice. He set down firepuncher on the riffle rack by the front door and yanked off his sloshy boots tossing them into the mud room.

You giggled watching him trot and disappear into his quarters leaving a wet sock print trail across the floor.

Crosshair shook his head playfully before resuming your previous activities. His pace picked up and his hand in your hair tugged you back, forcing your chin up where he met your lips with a searing passionate kiss. His hips made a sharp thrust making you cry out into him. His body moved smoothly against yours wringing out the pleasure he so desperately wanted from you, and you melted into his movements, rolling against him in sync meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, little one.” He broke the kiss to breathe and nip at your ear.

��Cross!” You whined feeling yourself starting to tire with your impending orgasm.

“I can feel you’re close,” He used a hand to help you roll your hips into him, “C’mon omega, cum for me.”

You knew he was using your designation against you. He knew you’d die before wanting to let him down. Thankfully for your alpha, you were right on the crest and his words pushed you right over the edge.

You moaned out a broken cry as you writhed against the furs.

Crosshair smirked before leaning forwards to burry his nose in your neck before spilling inside you with a reserved grunt.

The sniper stilled, keeping himself buried inside your warmth as he felt you start to come down from the aftershocks with little adorable twitches. He sweetly pushed your hair from your face and pressed little kisses to your nose and forehead.

Just then Hunter returned, naked as the day he was decanted.

Even the damp hair made him look fresh out of the tube. You peered over Crosshair to watch him approach, where he knelt down onto the furs and crawled over to the two of you.

Immediately you sensed something different through the bond. His lust was stronger than usual and you could tell by the darkened look in his eyes that he was still coming down from the high of the hunt… you could almost taste his adrenaline on your tongue.

You felt your body begin to react on instinct as you bared your neck and his mark to him. Crosshair sat up to pull out of you making a devious sound as he watched the flood of cum pour out of you. You squirmed at the sudden emptiness wishing for him to have stayed.

You let out a pitiful whine as Hunter practically shoved Crosshair out of the his way before seizing your ankle in his grip and dragged you towards him until you were settled against his lap.

“Don’t break her.” Crosshair recovered and flopped over into the pile of cushions to watch.

You squealed liking the way Hunter man handled you, and reminded you of his superior strength. You continued to bare your neck and arch your back showing him your belly as an offering of submission.

Hunter scented your arousal making him give you a mischievous smirk.

You blushed realizing how obvious the change in your scent was. You sighed, you couldn’t hide anything from the tracker. He had all your scents memorized down to the fine details.

Crosshair flopped over to the side pulling a blanket over his lap and settled into the cushions. They had proven very necessary during the group sessions, and you were more than happy to have such a massive and plush nest to call your own. You looked over at the sniper and bit your lip, you still loved knowing he was always watching you. It made your heart flutter as he gave you a heated smile.

Hunter gained your attention again by pushing both of your knees up to your chest roughly and putting your ruined cum-covered pussy on full display for him. You could feel Crosshair oozing out of you and down the crack of your ass as Hunter pushed your legs further up.

You chewed your bottom lip as he looked at you. He loved you like this. Already lost to the lust, soft and pliant. You were always more bendable after your first round anyways.

Hunter liked to put you in some unique positions now that you all had more time to explore one another. But this time it seemed that he wanted you close.

He wanted the passion that Crosshair had charged the air with.

In an instant, he had you up and bent over at the waist with your face pushed into the furs.

He pressed your spine downwards putting you in a perfect presenting position making you cry out.

You heard him making an approving grunt as he looked at your perfect trembling form before wasting no more time before he surged forwards and breached your opening before sliding all the way flush until he was nudged up against your cervix.

You cried out pushing against him, but he pinned you down firmly.

His thrusts were near animalistic as he rutted into you. Your hands flailed against his thighs trying to find purchase but he didn’t let up. His hands firmly grabbed onto your hips pulling you back onto him like you were nothing more than a toy.

You squealed as he continued to push against your cervix like he was trying to knot you through sheer will.

As you tried to sit up, he shoved you back down again and barked out an order to stay still. You whimpered and willed yourself to relax into his punishing pace as he took you.

Briefly, you heard Crosshair’s dark chuckle from over on the couch as you were forced into submission.

Fuck, you loved when Hunter finally let go of his responsible self and let the inner wolf emerge. Whatever the Kaminoans enhanced him with definitely had a darker wild side. Tech speculated this after the incident on Crait. But now that you’ve had more quality time with the ex-sargent, you knew he had quite the hunter/prey kink.

You saw the way his eyes had dilated when Crosshair had told him about the chase through the woods on Naboo. The way you could feel his insides stirring and his lust for the chase trickle through the bond.

You knew exactly what to do in order to get Hunter to fuck you like an animal, and thats exactly what you wanted.

The arm pinning your shoulders to the floor suddenly lifted and a rough hand was snapped around the back of your neck where he yanked you up and forced you into a deep arch as he brought your ear closer to his mouth.

Your arms scrambled at the air trying to find something to support you on, but Hunter held you in his grasp like a limp tooka.

“M’perfect little’mega.” His words were slurred as he lowly rumbled into your ear. You felt his fangs brush up against your ear and you moaned at the sensation, “Could mate you all over again and breed this little cunt.”

You gasped at his words and brought your arms up and behind you to grapple at his body to support yourself.

“Pump you full till your round with my pups.” He growled making you absolutely vibrate. It didn’t take long for your inner omega to come to life and purr against your alpha.

He hummed in delight, “You like that ‘mega?” He slithered a hand down between your legs to find your clit and start rubbing little circles that made you clench down on him.

You’ve never heard any of them mention pups before. Well aside from Crosshair but that was because of external circumstances.

This was different, you could feel Hunter’s want to breed you through the bond. It was as strong as your connection, and you knew in this moment thats what his inner alpha craved. The man wanted to be a father, he wanted you in a way that comforted your omega and you absolutely melted into him.

You nodded vigorously making him smile wolfishly as he resume his lethal pounding.

You moaned and cried out taking everything Hunter was giving you, before he released your neck and you fell forwards onto your hands as he then lifted and bent one of his legs for support to reach even deeper inside of you. You clenched down around him twitching and fighting against the overstimulation as he kept playing with your clit.

You weakly lifted your head and looked at Crosshair with bleary eyes which he returned with a heady smirk.

Hunter leaned down whispering, “Your next heat, you’re mine… I’m going to fuck a pup into you, little one, just like this.” He thrusted roughly making you yelp.

You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, and suddenly your forearms gave out before you collapsed into the furs and screamed as you came. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as pure ecstasy overtook your entire body.

That sensation must have traveled through the bond because Hunter came with a loud grunt after you, filling your pussy to the absolute brim. With a small push of his hips, your combined cum oozed out the sides around his cock making him push small little thrusts inside you despite both of your overstimulation.

When Hunter dismounted you, you collapsed into a boneless heap with a deflated huff.

Crosshair tossed a clean towel at his brother and watched as Hunter nudged you over onto your back where he cleaned you up diligently before throwing the used towel somewhere to the side.

“I’m going to start the fresher.” Hunter sounded half delirious as he stood up on wobbly feet before setting his course for the bathroom.

You only had a moment alone before Crosshair was at your side to give you some much needed cuddles.

You could almost feel his mischievous little smile as you blinked your eyes open to look up at him.

“What?” You asked closing your eyes again.

You felt his hand slide over the top of your rib before lightly cupping the side of your breast before squeezing lightly.

“Nothing.”

You heard his smile making you crack an eye open at him suspiciously.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “I felt you through the bond, ad’ika… You want Hunter to breed you.”

You squirmed, “Don’t say it like that.”

He chuckled, “Okay fine, you want Hunter to knock you up?”

You gasped and feigned offense, “Crosshair…”

“He’s starting to give me ideas.” His fingers pinched your nipple making you arch your back before traveling south where he lightly tickled over your belly.

“Stop triggering my instincts.” You fussed and pouted.

His fingers went back to your tit to play with your nipple again, “You like when I trigger your instincts.” He smiled wolfishly.

You huffed letting him continue his onslaught onto your sensitive tits as he bent down to kiss and suck on them making you mewl and press even further into his attentions.

“Personally, I want a girl, mesh’la.” He released your poor nipple and looked up at you with a mischievous glint.

You felt your heart accelerate and your breathing shallow. Crosshair wanted a girl? You had to fight back the giddy grin as you looked up at him. Your mind instantly went to thinking about a little platinum blonde, fiery girl running around and clinging to your mate calling him daddy.

You literally felt your pussy flutter wanting to make that daydream a reality right this minute.

Then your thoughts went to a sweet and pouty brunette with Hunter’s soft eyes. Her dark wavy hair cascading down her shoulders, and that signature cross-arm scowl her father always sports.

You had to take a deep breath and shake your head forcing the inner omega out of your field of thoughts.

His mischievous smile widened realizing that your instincts had been in fact triggered.

You scowled at him and smacked his shoulder making him laugh.

“I told you to stop it!” You smirked pushing him back as you sat up.

“I can’t help it ad’ika.” He purred, “Your eyes get all dilated and cute.”

You huffed.

Hunter returned crawling back into the nest before he bent down to pluck you up into his arms before carrying you into the steaming wash room.

“He plays, but his words are true.” Hunter said lowly as he opened the fresher door sitting you down gently on the warm stone floor.

“You heard all that?” You smirked.

He just tapped his ears making you smile and roll your eyes.

“Is it true?” He asked with hopeful raised brows, “You want pups?”

He couldn’t help the hand that drifted to your belly as you both stood under the stream of hot water.

Your entire body flushed at the touch.

“I-I… u-uhh yeah… yeah I think I do.” You struggled to speak and meet his soft grey brown eyes, “I like that idea.”

Hunter’s face lit up. He smiled brining you into a searing kiss. You moaned leaning into him letting your hands wanter all over his broad shoulders and back.

Hunter broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours before placing a gentle forehead kiss on your skin.

He grabbed the sponge and some soap before lathering you up and beginning his little routine of cleaning you off. You turned obediently leaning against him as he brought the sponge over your front being careful of your tender neck before dragging it down over your love bitten breasts. You bit your tongue as he brushed over your sensitive nipples.

“Of course we’d have to talk to the others. But I’m confident Crosshair is on board.” Hunter drawled nuzzling your neck affectionately.

“How would that even work?” You giggled as he practically tickled your sides with the sponge and he cleaned, “Three of you would have to abstain for probably month in order to line up my fertility cycle.” You mused thinking about all the medical windows you’d have to ensure pregnancy.

“Alright, little miss doctor brain. I can hear you overthinking” Hunter chuckled, “We’ll talk about it and see how everyone feels.”

You turned to face your mate, “Are you planning on knocking me up first, since you’re the oldest?” You poked fun at him.

“Oh, I’m definitely pulling rank in this situation.” He smirked dragging the sponge over your back and ass.

You hummed a laugh letting him finish up his scrubbing routine before turning to wash himself with the clean scented soap.

You sat under the stream of water enjoying the warmth as you watched Hunter finish up his hygiene routine.

Then you both heard a noise enter the bathroom.

“Hurry up!” Crosshair barked turning on the faucet to throw water on his face, “I’m covered in dried cum, and you two are going to use up all the hot water.”

You giggled turning to the ex-sergeant. Hunter just shrugged with a smile before rinsing off the soap and shutting off the fresher.

You opened the door to find Crosshair standing here with his arms crossed as you toweled off with Hunter.

“Finally.” He drawled before stepping inside and resuming the water flow.

“Rex is coming today with more supplies,” You reminded, “I need to go to the lab to finish a few more things before they arrive.”

“Hmm I don’t know mesh’la I think you’re technically still under Crosshair’s charge for the next few hours and it seems to be most imperative that you remain here with us. Right Cross?” Hunter shook out his hair making you squeal as droplets hit your skin.

“Affirmative.” Crosshair replied from inside the fresher.

You crossed your arms, “Guys, I need to finish this if you even want to consider having pups, you know.”

That got them.

Silence.

Hunter sighed and relented, “Fine, but at midnight, you’re mine mesh’la.”

“Yes sir.” You mock saluted before skipping out of the fresher to find your clothes.

Fishing around inside your drawers, you pull out a sweater one of the omegas in the village had knitted for you along with a pair of modified uniform pants.

You pulled the articles of clothing on and made sure to towel dry your hair the best you could knowing Tech would fuss about you catching a cold in the rain.

Then came the holster that Hunter made you swear you’d never leave the house without and the pistol you still had from the GAR days.

Just as you were about to re-enter the living room, Gonky waddled in hooting and hollering about incoming air vessels.

“Friends?” Hunter asked grabbing his blaster.

Gonky honked.

“It’s Rex!” You were elated.

You jogged to the mud room to yank on your boots along with your rain coat and the matching hat from the hook on the wall.

“Do you think Echo is with him?” You wondered out loud.

Hunter meandered into the kitchen tugging at the fresh nexu to start cleaning the meat, “I’m sure mesh’la, Echo wouldn’t miss coming to say hi.”

Your excitement peaked and you practically kicked the door open to skip down the steps to trudge through the mud to get to the base camp.

On your way down the hill, you passed by the shaak barn where Wrecker and Tech were busy assembling the new fence.

“Hi Wrek! Hi Tech!” You hollered and gave them a wave before continuing on down towards the village.

“Darling, aren’t you supposed to be inside with Cross?” Tech squinted through his goggles watching you cross the property.

“Rex is here!” You replied with a smile, “He has the last ingredient for the serum!”

“Okay, but just stay out of the rain you’ll catch a c-“ Tech began but you cut him off.

“I know! I know!” You yelled out as you got further away, “I promise to stay dry!”

You knew Tech wanted to discuss this topic further, blah, blah, blah, you didn’t care. You were excited for so many reasons. For one, you haven’t seen them in weeks, and second, you were receiving the shipment of a recovered serum made by Nala Se. The substance was a vile of microscopic DNA repairing robots who could deliver the serum you created to the clones in mass numbers. This would solve everything. You couldn’t be more elated.

Before you knew it, you heard four sets of footsteps trailing behind you and you knew it was your alphas being diligent with guarding you. You giggled knowing Tech was probably already fussing about ways to keep you out of the rain as he approached.

Once you reached the growing village, you scampered down the steps reaching the center of town where the new space ports were being set up.

With a few other clones, you all gathered waiting to see the ships descend from the cloudy skies.

You felt the presence of your alphas surround you, as Tech wrapped you in a second rain cloak that had a massive hood. You smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was satisfied with this level of rain protection and returned to his post at your side.

“They’re incoming now.” Hunter must have heard the engines.

Before you knew it, two cargo ships pushed through the clouds and descended gracefully down towards the town.

Bolts emerged from his domicile along with his little mate who was a few months pregnant. They waved to you and you waved back as he clearly had almost as much excitement as you.

When the first ship touched down, the loading deck lowered down and more clones excited the vessel. You searched every one of them until you spotted a familiar face.

“Rex!” You sprinted forwards dodging the strangers before you threw yourself at your old captain. He smiled before embracing you.

“Good to see you kid.” He mumbled.,

You squeezed him extra hard, “Where have you been! It’s been weeks!”

A gruff voice replied, “Looking for this.”

You looked up from Rex’s chest before turning to find Wolfee standing there holding a glowing blue vile in his fingers.

“Commander!” You said warmly, allowing him to pull you into a hug too.

You heard a disapproving growl behind you knowing it was one of your boys.

Wolfee chuckled, “They still treating you alright?”

You smiled, “Yes, Wolffe.”

“Good.” He smiled warmly.

“I’m never going to get used to seeing that.” Bolts said walking up and clapping his old commander on the back.

Soon, Stunner and Grim emerged surrounding you like rowdy pups.

“Seeing what?” Grim asked playfully messing with you.

“Commander smiling.” Bolts joked.

Wolffe scowled making Rex chuckle.

“Much better.” Bolts nodded.

“Commander.” Hunter walked up greeting the commander.

“Sergent.” Wolffe politely nodded.

You shook your head, even after everything you all went through these knuckle heads were still butting heads.

“Crosshair.” He nodded to the sniper.

“Wolffe.” Crosshair gave him a nod which only meant one thing from the sniper… a sign of respect.

A nearly impossible exclusive club to be in by the way.

Wolffe handed him the blue vile you’ve been waiting months for.

“I hear tiny!” Echo’s voice came from the ship.

Your pack mate walked down the loading dock making a beeline for you.

“You’re not allowed to leave us anymore.” You whined jumping up to hug him.

“Well someone has to retrieve rare medical specimens around here.” He joked.

You shook your head and shoved him lightly.

He then looked at you more seriously, “I have another surprise for you.”

You quirked a brow, “What?”

You were suddenly taken off your feet in a flurry of pink fluff.

You landed with a thud and looked up to see a squealing familiar face.

“Layla?!”

“Y/N!” She screamed and the two of you rolled around on the floor much to Tech’s chagrin.

“Is that the medic from Coruscant?” Crosshair asked with a scrutinizing look.

Echo nodded.

“Where have you been?” She squeaked and demanded.

“It’s a long story.” You shook your head, “How the hell did you find Rex?”

“Echo found me.” She said, “He still had Fives’ secured line. He pulled me out of Coruscant a week ago.”

You sat up bringing her up with you.

“Hi boys.” She waved at your mates.

They grunted in response.

Then she narrowed her eyes before looking down at you. She straddled you and began sniffing around your face clearly looking for something.

“Layla…” Echo sighed.

He leaned forwards practically nuzzling your neck before he reached a hand inside your sweater collar and yanked the fabric back to see not one but two bite scars. She gasped, “You’re mated?!”

You nodded, “Mhmm.”

She screamed again making Hunter flinch.

“Oh my gods! How long? When? Where?” The she smirked, “Was it good?”

You could have died on the spot. You suddenly felt like you were back in 79’s being grilled about your sex life in front of Hunter in that damn booth.

“Layla!” You whimpered wanting to disappear into the floor with so many of your friends staring back at you.

“It was wasn’t it?” She raised a brow waggling them playfully.

“I like her.” Grim said.

Echo clapped him on the back, “Join the club.”

“Okay, as heart warming as this all is, I want to get my mate out of the cold.” Hunter said bending down to help you up to your feet.

“Well there’s one more thing.” Layla said suddenly getting serious, “We weren’t sure what to do and knew you’d probably be the best chance.”

Your interest was peaked, “What is it?”

Everyone turned to face the ship and down came a few clones pushing what looked like a metal slab towards you.

When you approached it you quickly realized it was a slab of carbonite.

“What?” You whispered dragging your fingers over the cold material.

Upon closer inspection to realized there was a human frozen inside, and not any human, a clone.

“Who is this?” You asked looking up.

Rex then stepped forwards and lowered his eyes, “It’s Kix.”

Your eyes filled with alarm as you looked back at the slab.

Layla continued, “I’m just a nurse, I wasn’t sure what would be the best method for something like this.”

You nodded, “Smart. I can treat him up at the lab. Can someone take him there? I need to do this as soon as possible.”

The two clones continued to push the carbonite slab through the town being guided by Bolts.

“How long are you all staying?” You asked urgently.

“We have supplies to off load which will take a few days, and were working on a new lead with an imperial clone prison were hoping to attack but that intel could take months to verify.” Rex replied.

You nodded, “Good. I’m hoping to have the serum done in the next few days and I want you all here to receive the dose.”

Rex nodded, “I look forward to it.

You gave him a curt smile, “Let me look after Kix and then I’ll let you all know about the cure.”

“Sounds like a plan. Take care of him, kid.”

“You know I will.” You looked to your friend, “I’ll need your help.”

“Of course.” Layla smiled following your lead.

Crosshair handed you the vile before trailing after you towards the lab outside of town.

“Alright I’ll need everyone waiting to help me get him into the med pod once he’s thawed out.” You instructed.

Crosshair, Layla, Echo, Tech, and Rex stood around you and the slab of carbonite while the others waited just outside the medical cabin.

You knelt down to start punching in the right code to start the thawing process and stood back up to watch as the shipping slab started to glow an eerie red.

You waited with baited breath as Layla reached over for your hand as you watched the carbonite slowly melt away.

Slowly, Kix’s hand started to flex before the rest of him was revealed. Once the process was complete Layla let go of you to lean forward and help the boys raise their brother up out of the slab and onto the med pod bed.

“H-Hello?” Kix’s worried voice quivered into the air, “I-I can’t see.”

“It’s carbonite sickness. Don’t worry Kix, you’ll be okay in a bit.” You replied softly.

“Tiny?” He asked trying to locate the source of your voice.

You leaned forwards and pressed your wrist to his nose to let him scent you, “Right here, Kix.”

He crinkled his nose, “You smell funny.”

“I’ll explain that when you get your site back. Echo’s here and Rex.” You responded softly.

“And Layla.” She purred.

That got Kix’s attention.

You giggled stepping away from the med pod.

Rex pulled you aside letting the others wrap him in knitted blankets and wool sweaters.

“He seems fine, but do you think the chip was activated?” Rex’s expression was slightly hesitant.

“I think he was already frozen when the order was given. But I’ll remove it as soon as he’s stable for good measure.” You nodded in Kix’s direction.

Rex was satisfied with this.

“How long do you think he’ll take to see again?” The captain asked looking a little frazzled.

You placed a hand on is forearm in a calming gesture, “Just a couple hours. Maybe even faster with your special genetics. He’ll be fine Rex.”

Rex nodded. You couldn’t imagine what the poor captain was going through. His last man.

Well technically no, with Echo being the last domino, but regardless Kix was one of the oldest friend to everyone. You were happy you at least had one member from your first pack left and standing.

Kix was getting comfortable as Layla combed through his hair with her nails and Echo tucked him in with the blankets. Echo knew a thing or two about being on ice. He was handling all of this like a champ which made you proud of your friend. You felt tears welling up in your eyes with all the sudden emotion.

“When will the serum be ready?” Rex asked gaining your attention again.

You quickly wiped away the wetness on your cheek, “Uhh. Any day now. That vile is the last ingredient. I’ll have you all on a natural biological clock before you have to ship out.”

Rex sighed looking at the bundle of 501st curling up with one another comforting Kix.

You looked at your captain, “You’re not leaving?” You felt a spark of hope.

“I-I thought my vision was clear… Save as many of our brother as I can. Then I might consider settling down.”

“You’re human too Rex. And you all are much more than soldiers. I understand wanting to help the others, but you’ve been in this fight longer than most of them. Can’t you let Wolffe and Howzer handle the day to day operations for a little and you can slow down just a bit?” You gestured to Kix, “He’s going to need his captain. He’s waking up in an entirely different world. It’s going to take some adjusting, familiar faces are necessary.” You were trying to give him an out. It was an out he seemed to need.

Processing your words he nodded, “I guess there’s no harm in delaying my departure…”

You squealed and tackled him in the biggest hug you could muster. He grunted before welcoming you into him.

“I promise you’ll like it here.” You said into his armor, “Wrecker can cook up a mean shaak roast, ooo! You can stay with us! I have to find you a sweater!”

He chuckled, “No offense, but I know what you and your mates get up to. I’d rather get some sleep without hearing all that.”

You slapped him playfully.

He smiled.

“I’m still finding you a sweater.” You poked his arm through a gap in the plastoid before returning back to your mates.

Tech turned to look down at you along with his twin.

“I’m going to stay and work on this,” You held up the vile, “I’ll be back at the house later, okay?”

“Dinner.” Crosshair pointed his toothpick at you, “or Hunter will worry.”

“I know…” You nodded before turning to your private research lab.

“Do you need assistance?” Tech asked following behind you closely.

“I’m alright, love. But thank you.” You smiled up at him. He had been paramount in your research helping you bounce ideas off of him when you felt most overwhelmed. You wouldn’t have been able to get this far so quickly without him and his massive brain.

“Im proud of you, cyare.” He cupped your jaw affectionately, “I find myself more and more in love with you every day. You’re brilliant, darling.”

You flustered looking down at his green henley covered chest, “…alpha…”

He closed the distance and tilted your chin up, forcing you to look up at his deep inquisitive eyes, “I should have realized sooner.” He was referring to when you first joined their squad during the war, “I didn’t know you had such a beautiful mind locked away up here.” He tapped your skull, “The GAR could have never appreciated it in its entirely, but we can.”

Your heart stuttered as his words melted your insides.

“I’m incredibly thankful you decided to enlist. I never told you that. While we may not have had a choice in our servitude, you joining us made everyday a little better. Enjoyable even.” Tech rubbed your skin with his thumb.

“Tech…” You sighed leaning into his touch, “I’m so happy I was placed with you. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

His mouth quirked up into a half smile.

“Go on.” He released you to let you tinker in your lab, “Save our entire population from accelerated aging.” He waved around playfully.

He turned to leave, “If it works out, you could probably sell it on the black market for an exorbitant price and get a second greenhouse.”

That made you laugh.

“Don’t forget dinner!” He called after you leaving you alone.

You nodded and turned to roll up your sweater sleeves and get to work.

You took a deep breath, you could do this.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the blue vile and walked over to the workstation to sit down and pul out your data pad that you plugged into the dna synthesizer machine.

One of the slots popped open and you slipped the blue vile inside before closing the compartment and hearing the machine whirl to life.

You have the internal droid instructions to take a small sample to test and opened up your notes to start documenting your findings.

This process might take a while…

You settled in and began documenting your data.

Well it’s certainly past dinner.

Hunter sighed grabbing a big bowl of nexu stew and a spoon, “Hey Wreck can you grab a few blankets and another bowl of soup?”

“Yeah!” He hopped up following the instructions and together they bundled up before taking it outside to the medical lodge.

“Is she pulling an all-nighter again?” Wrecker asked.

“Nope.” Hunter decided.

Wrecker quirked a brow before shaking the expression off and pushing open the lodge door.

Inside, Layla and Echo lay in the medical pod bed, sleeping awkwardly as Kix snuggled between them. Echo was practically bent over the side of the bed while Layla lay upside down with her feet hanging off the side of the cot.

Hunter gestured for Wrecker to cover them in blankets to keep them all warm and he set down the bowl of soup for Kix to eat when he wakes up.

Hunter continued onwards pushing open the glass door to find you slumped over your desk with your face in your data pad dead asleep.

He shook his head with a smile before folding a blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. He knew you were uncomfortable in that position but he couldn’t bring himself to wake you.

He set the bowl on the desk before flopping down on the lounger on the wall across the lab.

Just as he settled down as well, the giant machine on your desk hissed and beeped causing you to gasp and sit up suddenly.

You blinked rapidly forcing yourself awake unaware of your visitor.

You stood up letting the blanket fall off of you as you leaned over to read the report.

With a bit of eye rubbing and forced concentration, you suddenly shrieked with joy causing the entire lodge to wake up.

“I did it!” You jumped up and down, “I did it!”

Hunter cleared his throat making you spin around to face him a bit shocked at his ability to sneak around still.

“Hunter!” You put. Hand over your heart, “You scared me.”

“You missed dinner.” He smiled sweetly.

“I-oh… sorry.” You looked at the clock seeing it was getting close to midnight.

“It’s alright mesh’la.” He tilted his chin to the beeping machine, “Have you got what you’re looking for?”

Your excitement was evident as you nodded and grabbed your data pad to read the results. It was a success. The machine was able to replicate exactly the recipe Nala Se had created. You were vibrating with excitement.

“I did it, alpha.” You heard the machine putz and pop out a vile of clear liquid. You picked it up inspecting it, “This will cure the rapid aging.”

Hunter looked at you with hope and about five other amazed emotiones.

You chewed your lip as he stood up towering over you.

You set the vile down on the desk knowing exactly what that look meant…

It was his night after all…

“I’ll volunteer.” Rex said pragmatically. Ever the leader.

“Me too.” Wolffe nodded.

“Are you certain you wish to be the first?” Tech examined the vials of synthesized serum.

“We aren’t sure what the side effects may be.” You looked back over Nala Se’s notes. There was nothing about side effects listed in her notes so you were a bit hesitant. You weren’t sure if this was going to be painful for them.

Firs thing this morning, they had nearly busted down the lodge door after hearing the news of your success.

“It doesn’t matter.” Rex crossed his arms, “You need to test it on one of us, and we’re here, offering.”

You nodded.

“I just want you to be prepared for the fact that none of us know how this is going to react. It might hurt.” You explained.

“We’ve been through worse.” Wolffe said gruffly.

You sighed, “Okay.”

Just then, the door to the lodge opened and in came Howzer. He looked sharp. Clean shaven, hair washed and damp from the rain, along with his all black civvies.

You had to calm your heart a bit. His presence still made you a little nervous despite your silent understanding. You hadn’t said a word to him since Teth. It was awkward to say the least.

“You need another lab rat?” He asked rolling up his sleeves.

“Captain.” You nodded formally.

He just raised a brow before settling in next to Wolffe. He clearly wasn’t prepared for your formality.

“We don’t know the side effects.” You disclosed.

“Fine with me.” He nodded.

You finally relented with a sigh before turning to grab the vials and loaded one into your injector gun.

“Who’s first?” You asked.

Rex stepped forwards rolling up the sweater he borrowed from Tech.

You sterilized the skin on his arm before pressing the gun forwards and pulling the trigger injecting him with the serum. The man didn’t even flinch or make a sound as the vial emptied.

You pressed a tissue to the wound before emptying out the cartridge before loading in the second.

Wolffe then stepped forwards pulling off his vambrace to reveal the sleeve of his blacks. He yanked the fabric back giving you access to his caramel skin. You cleaned the sight before repeating the action.

Once you got to Howzer, he tugged up the sleeve silently understanding the process.

As you neared him, you could feel his burning gaze upon you.

It was alarming to remember how intense he was. He reminded you of Wolffe in a lot of ways. Younger, but still, the energy was so similar. Howzer was an intense man too. One of the reasons why you had gravitated towards Howzer all those moons ago. He was a good alpha, and a fantastic lover. The memory of his touch made you heat slightly. You prayed your cheeks didn’t redden being this close to him. You noticed the familiar tattoos on his forearm that made you shiver.

You remembered mouthing at that skin in the throws of your heats. The taste of his skin suddenly recollected to the front of your mind.

It was like he knew exactly what you were thinking of and you noticed the sly smirk he tried to disguise on his lip.

You forced yourself to take a breath willing yourself to calm.

His scent was far too familiar, too intimate…

Pressing the gun to his forearm, you swallowed thickly ignoring his piercing gaze. You remained professional until you handed him the tissue to clean the bead of blood.

You heard him inhale deeply trying to catch a glimpse of your scent, but he scrunched his nose clearly not liking the smell. It had been altered after all.

And you knew how much he liked you smelling like him…

You dared to look up at him, and his distaste quickly morphed into a much softer gaze.

“Y/N…” He whispered, but you ignored him.

You turned back to the table to set down the injector and pull off your gloves.

“Okay, everyone stay here so I can observe your vitals. I have to check on Kix.” You said giving them a polite smile before leaving them.

You let out the breath you had been holding before walking over to Kix’s medical pod. He was still sleeping. Poor guy. You were certain his exhaustion was from the carbonite sickness, his body had been through quite the ordeal.

You all still had no idea how he even ended up in that situation but that was for later.

Right now, you needed to scan his vitals again.

Layla heard you enter the room and raised her head from the cot. She must have been folded over the side of the mattress with her arms folded as a pillow for some time now.

“Hey.” She croaked waking up.

“Hey.” You smiled grabbing the scanner on the side table, “Has he woken at all?”

She huffed, “Once last night. But then he conked out again.”

You approached the other side off the bed where you brushed back his hair to tilt his head to the side to place the scanner on his neck.

When the scanner beeped, you looked at the readings, “He’s in perfect health. I’m hoping he wakes up soon.”

Layla hummed before standing to stretch, “I need to wash up and change. Where can I do that?”

“We have a shower here in the clinic, but you’re welcome to go back to our place. Just let one of the boys know. They get a little territorial over the bathroom.”

Layla huffed a laugh before nodding to grab her duffle.

She was walking to the in-clinic bathroom when she suddenly called out for you.

“What?” You shuffled into the main exam room to find Layla scanning Rex.

“I think they’re feeling a bit drowsy.” Layla said helping Rex lay down.

You checked the data pad as Wolffe and Howzer both slumped over. Their readings were all ok.

Layla was right they were just drowsy.

You ordered a few medical droids to keep a constant reading on them as they got comfortable. Layla quickly helped you throw some blankets on them before leaving them all to their little cat nap.

“I got Kix, you get cleaned up and comfortable.” You ordered to Layla who nodded and continued on to the ensuite bathroom.

You took a brief moment to run your fingers carefully over Howzer’s forehead feeling the warmth of his skin. You shuddered as your fingers felt the firmness of his cheekbones and defined jaw. His eyes remained peacefully closed as he slept, and you helped tilt his head back onto the pillow to keep him comfortable.

Your heart ached with fondness for the alpha, at one point you had believed he was the one for you. You couldn’t help but be greedy and lean down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. With a shudder, you stood back up and pushed his hair from his face.

The clone looked peaceful, no scowl, no stress, and no worries. He looked almost boyish in this state.

You couldn’t help the saddened smile that crept up on your lip. It pained you to know that he was probably still hurt.

You whispered, “I’m sorry Howz… I didn’t think all of this would have gone the way it has. The force works in mysterious ways.” You continued to play with his hair, “You took such good care of me and your men. I’ll never forget my time with you on Ryloth. You’re a good alpha Howz, and a good man.”

You sighed and pulled the hand woven blanket up to his chin, tucking him in and making sure he stays warm.

Then you turned to return back to your work.

~~~

A few hours later, the boys had all come baring gifts of comfort. They fed you, gave you enough time to quickly change and shower while they watched Kix, before you returned to curl up on the lounger Wrecker dragged inside. Tech held you closely, giving you little pets on your head as you rested against his warm beating chest.

Layla also had curled up on another cot the boys dragged in next to Echo as everyone got some much needed rest.

Tech was the only one still awake as he kept dutiful watch from the lounger letting you, his little omega, get some much needed sleep.

On the other side of the room, he heard Kix shift a little in his sleep. Tech pushed back his goggles, before perking up to observe the reg.

Then in an instantaneous flash, Kix sat up ram rod straight, and screaming, “Dooku! It was Dooku!”

Everyone in the room jolted awake violently reaching for their weapons.

Kix screamed and groaned as the lights seemed to agitate him. He tried standing up, but knocked over a med droid, and a few items on the table.

You shot up trying to rush over to him before he destroyed the whole lab.

“Ahh!” He cried out, “Get away!” He punched the droid sending the unit flying into the wall.

“Kix!” You tried to get his attention but he seemed to be manic. He wasn’t hearing you.

“Y/N, be careful.” Tech stood to try and put himself between you and the agitated soldier.

“Kix!” Layla and Echo chimed in raising their hands trying to calm him.

“Brother!” Echo stepped forwards taking the brunt of his hits and forced him into a tight embrace, “Vod!”

“I-I swear I just wanted to help!” Kix whimpered, “I wanted to help Fives!”

Echo suddenly shuddered, “Kix, you’re okay. You’re safe. Look around.”

Kix heaved trying to ground himself. He burrowed into Echo’s front, scenting his familiar brother.

The medic was finally starting to calm down as he blinked rapidly trying to adjust to the lights. He then bristled as a soft hand scratched against his back making him turn to look at Layla who was standing next to him a little moon eyed and startled.

You checked the time seeing it was three past midnight.

The two got him settled back in before you checked his vitals one last time to confirm he was indeed okay.

“Where am I?” He asked looking a bit dazed.

Echo pulled one of the colorful blankets over Kix’s legs.

“You’re on Zyphor. We have a settlement here with just us, and a few clones.” You said.

“W-what happened?” He asked pulling the blanket up.

“It’s been over a year, Kix,” Echo began, “We just found you in carbonite, we were hoping you might be able to fill us in on a few things.”

Kix looked to you, noticing how close Tech was to you and he squinted his eyes suspiciously.

He then looked to his brother, “I-I tried to warn everyone. I tried to tell Skywalker. I confirmed Five’s theory and ran tests on the inhibitor chips inside Tup’s head. But, when I told the long necks… I was suddenly moved to a different location. I remember seeing Dooku, and then it was nothing…” He shook his head trying to put the pieces together.

“I don’t want to distress you any further Kix, but I feel like you should know.” Echo cleaner his throat trying to fight off his own emotions, “But Fives, was killed. Palpatine told him everything, it sent him into a frenzy and then he was killed by the guard.”

Kix’s face morphed into deep sadness, “Fives is dead?”

Echo’s expression fell and he nodded solemnly.

“I didn’t warn Skywalker.” Kix shook his head, “I should have gone straight to him instead of the long necks.”

“They were in on it.” You sighed, “They helped to create the entire war for Palpatine.”

Kix leaned back into the bed looking up at the ceiling, “W-where is everyone else?”

“The Jedi were executed.” Echo filled him in, “And then the entire 501st company went down in a ship crash when they turned on Rex and Soka.”

“Everyone?” Kix was in disbelief.

Echo nodded.

“Kriff.” Kix rubbed at his eyes.

You all remained there in slightly uncomfortable silence as Kix processed everything.

Tech guided you back into his side and you nuzzled into him.

Kix groaned, “And that! Someone explain that!” He gestured to you and Tech, “I thought you were being tailed by Commander Wolffe or the 99 Sergeant! You were practically fucking in the hangar bay last I saw you!”

Tech growled possessively.

“Oh man.” Echo chuckled, “You’ve missed a lot.”

“I wasn’t quick enough to the draw.” Wolffe emerged into the doorway looking tussled from sleep. His famous scowl was only emphasized by his sleepiness and his ruffled hair.

“Neither was I.” Howzer stepped up next to Wolffe rubbing his eyes. You felt your stomach flip. Maker above. Having all these alphas in this space was making you antsy.

Tech was nearly vibrating trying to remain civil as he held a protective grasp on you.

“Captain Howzer?” Kix was disbelief, “I haven’t seen you since you were in my tent on Ryloth.”

Howzer chuckled, “Yeah it’s been a while vod. How ya feeling?”

“Like shit.” Kix laughed.

Layla held up a water cup forcing him to drink something. He looked at her with mesmerized eyes. She smiled sweetly as offered him some more which he gladly gulped down.

Kix swallowed and turned back to you, “Last time I saw you, you had just gone into heat because of Sergeant grumps.” He joked.

You sighed, “Kix, there’s something else-“

“What’s going on in here?” Hunter and Crosshair walked past Wolffe and Howzer giving the both of them a terse look.

Ugh the damn bond. Probably felt Tech fuming through it.

“Tiny, was just explaining to everyone why she’s mated to Tech.” Echo drawled.

Hunter and Crosshair both raised a brow.

“Well, not just myself. But also my batch mates.” Tech replied for clarification.

Crosshair saddled up to your other side sandwiching you between himself and his twin.

You smiled awkwardly at Kix as you watched him go slack jaw.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“H-how is that even possible?” He was trying to recall all his knowledge on the lupine genders and behavior patterns he was forced to study as a cadet.

Wolffe nodded in their direction, “That little omega is a rare variant of our sub-species who can have an unlimited amount of alpha partners. Empire found out, captured her, and my entire garrison, then they imprisoned us in a breeding facility with the sniper, and tried to clone her to create a few army with all of us and our offspring. Rex and the boys came to our rescue. Blew up the base and brought us here.”

Wolffe’s casual tone had Kix absolutely flabbergasted. It was like he was recounting a mission report with his level headedness.

“Who tried to breed you?” Kix was properly enraged.

“The Empire.” You squeaked feeling the heat rising in your face.

“The Empire…” He repeated like that was common knowledge.

“The Chancellor over threw the senate and the republic and created the galactic empire.” Echo explained.

“What. The. Fuck.” Kix shook his head. You were sure he had a million questions swirling around in his head.

“But that doesn’t explain that you’re mated?” He pointed at you again.

“Well that happened during a drug induced haze that made me bite Crosshair which in turn he bit me back.” You replied, “Then the others happened shortly after that.”

“You were in a relationship this whole time?” He was aghast, “I thought you were with Howzer?”

Hunter and Crosshair snarled.

“Well, not really…” You tried to placate your mates, “That didn’t happen until we got stranded on Mimban after the GAR sent us to Kasssyyykk. We crash-landed and all went into heat and rut… obviously you can put together the pieces there. I hadn’t seen Howzer in over eight standard months at that point.”

Howzer nodded in the doorway.

You looked to Echo, “Why am I constantly having to explain my sexual history in front of my former commanding officer?”

Echo laughed as Hunter quirked his head in the direction of the ARC Trooper.

Tech chimed in, “I’d like to point out that I have upheld my banishment of speaking on this topic.”

You have his hand a squeeze and a smile.

“I think you kids need to let those two catch up.” Rex’s groggy voice came from behind Wolffe, “They haven’t seen each other in ages and I’m sure theres some details not everyone needs to hear for the millionth time.”

Rex always had a knack for settling people straight. At this point he was pro, with having to wrangle Fives and Echo all those years.

“Of course Captain.” Layla winked at Rex before sauntering out of the treatment room. Rex watched her leave with a smirk.

Wolffe and Howzer turned to return to their med pods, while your mates stuck around.

“You alright?” Hunter checked in on you.

You nodded, “I can take care of him. You guys get your sleep. Take Echo with you. He needs his real bed.”

Echo grunted in agreement.

“Comm us if you need anything.” Crosshair pressed a kiss to your head before leaving with his brothers.

Hunter and Tech also gave you a kiss before leaving you alone with your longest friend.

You sighed and crossed your arms looking at Kix like he was a cadet all wrapped up in a pink and green blanket.

He patted the bed next to him which you happily trotted over and plopped down next to him.

“So…” He looked down at you, “Did you end up fucking Wolffe?”

“No!” Wolffe yelled from the other room.

You giggled and shoved Kix playfully, “No.”

“So like how does that work?” He snickered, “Do they like run a train on you or something?”

“Oh my gods Kix!” You screeched, you were certain the other men in the room next door heard him, “You’re worse than Echo.”

He giggled, “C’mon I’ve been frozen for over a year, give a guy something good.”

“No they don’t run a train on me.” You were horrified at that verbiage.

“No judgement tiny,” He raise his brows, “The 501st ran trains all the time. Sometimes with more than one omega.”

Now it was your turn to gawk.

“Stop telling her these things!” Rex chastised from the other room.

“Oh please, like you didn’t join!” Kix teased. You heard nothing from the other room, “And I’m sure the Captain and Commander had their own fun too.” Kix continued, “I heard a lot of things about Wolffe’s men back in the day…” He whispered and you shook your head.

You thought you were going to pass out. Absolutely no way, the cheshire style grin that appeared on your face. How absolutely insane. Echo never told you about that…

“Do I want to ask about Echo’s involvement?” You whispered.

“No!” Rex admonished.

You looked at Kix who just replied with a telling smirk.

“Ewugh, bleh.” You shook your head.

“Anyways. Not the first time a clone had shared a woman.” He nudged you, “You look good though. You’re not as scrawny as you used to be. All healthy and glowing and shit.”

“Echo trained me in hand to hand. Then working here on the farm I think has bulked me up a little.” You replied sheepishly.

“Looks good on you, Tiny.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, so how do you manage all of them?

“We have a schedule.”

He smirked, “Do those schedules ever overlap?”

You bit your lip and nodded. You had a flashback to the day before with Hunter and Crosshair which made you shiver slightly.

He nodded slyly. It made you giggle. It was nice talking to him again. It was like talking with Echo. There was such a natural flow and you had alway felt comfortable with Kix. With him being a medic, he had that special personality about him that made you instantly feel safe in his care.

“… so they do run trains…”

“Kix!” You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.

He howled with laughter and let you smack him.

“Hey if you ever want another alpha you know where to look!” Wolffe hollered from the other room.

“We’re pros at trains according to Kix!” Howzer chimed in.

“Shut up!” You yelled back.

You heard Rex groan and shift in his blankets clearly grossed out by this entire conversation.

You sat and chatted with Kix for the remainder of the night filling him in on every life detail and you too listened to him as he wanted all the details that lead up to this very moment. You couldn’t blame him, you’d want the play by play too if you were in his position.

When morning finally comes, you make to excuse yourself to let Kix rest, and when you enter the main treatment room, Howzer gently tugs you side with a gentle hold on your wrist. You flinch slightly realizing he had gripped over Wrecker’s mark making you shudder.

“Sorry.” He withdrew realizing what he had done. Clearly he wasn’t used to that.

“It’s alright.” You rubbed at the mark, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to talk.” Howzer said trying to soften his expression as much as possible, “I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to get you alone without your mates around.”

You huffed, “Howzer-“

“I’m not trying to upset you.” He interrupted.

You relented and sat down on the cot next to him.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m not angry with you.” He began, “Confused? Yes. Shocked? Absolutely…. And jealous… I didn’t know how to react. When I saw you on Teth I thought it was going to be like old times. Like you were still mine. I wondered how the hell you ended up on Teth. I didn’t even know you got reassigned to the 99’s.”

Your body tensed at his words of ownership. It didn’t feel right now that you knew for a fact you belonged to your mates.

“I didn’t know. And I’m sorry for lashing out. You don’t deserve that. You’re a very special woman, and frankly I should have proposed a bond to you back on Ryloth but I was afraid something might happen to me and you’d bear the consequences.”

Your heart raced rapidly hearing those words. A bond with Howzer? You had to take a breath, you hadn’t realized how attached he had been. He had come to you on those particularly difficult nights for comfort, but you always thought you were supposed to remain friends after you both agreed on the terms of your relationship. Well, more like friends with benefits. He was in command of an entire garrison and yourself. You were his working medic while under his command. You knew nothing more could have come of it, but he was a very impressive alpha. A strong one too. You couldn’t blame yourself for having those feelings about the captain.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you.” He looked at you endearingly, “I’m glad you’re happy. I’m glad they make you happy. While I don’t entirely understand it, I guess it’s not for me to understand. I just want to make sure you’re good.”

He was a damn good alpha. You sighed and looked back at him, “Thank you, Howzer. I didn’t want to upset you either, it was making me so anxious. I never wanted to hurt you and I felt like I had.”

“Not you darling. I was also a little put off by Crosshair after the events with the empire. The empire had interrogated me as well before he came to Ryloth. They wanted to know everything about you. I only told them limited details but I was worried you were in danger. Then the sniper showed up and tore apart the base on his mission to retrieve you.”

“He was heavily under the programming of the inhibitor chips, he also thought I was dead. He was suffering a lot.”

“He thought you were dead?”

“It’s a long story.” You shuddered recounting the emptiness from the severed bond.

“Well that would make sense.” Howzer huffed out a short laugh, “I’d tear apart the base too.”

You smiled taking his hand in yours.

“Are we okay?” You asked sincerely, “I can’t stand thinking you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, little dove.” However ran his thumb over your hand, “But if you ever need a fifth…”

You rolled your eyes playfully before standing up.

“I’ll let you know.” You joked making him smile.

~~~

When the morning light bleed through the curtains and warmed your nose, you blinked your eyes open and stretched like a loth cat, only to be obstructed. You mewled feeling Tech’s heavy arm pinning you to his front. You tried to flip around to face him but he shifted, pushing you nearly under him as he sighed in his sleep.

Deciding there was no point in trying to fight the heavy alpha. You snuggled into him, enjoying his warmth as he nearly suffocated you in his scent.

You were in heaven. The fur pelts of your nest kept you toasty warm as the last of the fire crackled out. You scooted further back pressing as close as possible to your tall alpha. He groaned waking up lightly. His hand brushed up against your front, cupping your breast. You giggled sleepily as he squeezed and massaged you.

“You’re up early, darling.” His raspy voice made you squirm.

“I have a big day, alpha.” You replied rolling over to face him.

His eyes were still closed as he lightly dragged his fingers over your back leisurely. You pressed kisses to his chest and he rumbled happily. You rubbed your cheeks against his skin leaving your scent on him making you purr.

“Oh yeah? What is on your schedule today?” He asked reaching for his goggles.

You kissed further down making him breathe a little faster.

“Well…” Your tone was teasing, “I was thinking…” You dragged your nail down his abs to his muscular thigh you saw his hardened cock twitch at the scrape of your nail, “I was thinking, I would blow my alpha, and then eat some breakfast, and then go to the lab to check in on the serum. Then maybe cure the entire clone population of accelerated aging.” You shrugged playfully.

Tech’s big eyes blinked behind his goggles as he watched you descent to settle between his legs.

“Sound good alpha?” You asked teasing your nails around the base of his cock making him break out in goosebumps.

“Seems like a reasonable plan.” He nodded trying to thrust his hips into your grasp.

You took mercy on him and grasped his hardened cock in your hand and gave him a few slow stokes making him swallow.

While, Tech and Cross are usually pretty dominant with you, in the mornings Tech was particularly softer with you. He usually let you do whatever you wanted which made your insides melt.

You continued to stroke him watching the way he was beginning to pant the longer you stimulated him.

You bit your lip as you swiped the pre come dripping from his flushed tip. Tech sucked in air at the feeling of your hand, but his noises escalated when you leaned down to lick the tip and he bit back a groan.

You smiled mischievously before sticking out your tongue and giving him a long lick from base to tip. Tech trusted upwards making you smile before fulling engulfing him in your mouth. He huffed at the intense warmth surrounding him.

“Darling.” He bit out as his hand instinctually flew to your hair, “Fuck.”

You gently bobbed your head taking him even deeper making Tech squirm on the fur pelts. You applied some more suction as you pushed yourself even deeper. His salty taste made your toes curl. His hand gently massaged your scalp as he softly guided you up and down his length at the speed he needed.

You moaned around his length making him shudder. Kriff he looked so damn good. His entire body flexed and showed off his lean muscles.

Tech’s hips stuttered slightly and you doubled down, massaging his length with your tongue. He let a tiny whimper slip before he twitched and spilled his cum into your throat. You swallowed diligently as he sagged down into the nest trying to catch his breath.

“Mega…” He slurred trying to recover from the orgasm. You smiled and sat back up on your heels before giving his abs one last kiss before standing.

“Where are you going?” He asked pushing his hair back.

“I told you.” You giggled, “I’m going to make some breakfast then head to the clinic.”

“I fear that I would be a bad alpha if I allowed you to leave without repaying the favor.” He said sitting up and coving his lap with a blanket.

You smiled grabbing your robe and pulling it on, “It’s alright alpha, I’m too distracted anyways.”

He relented and relaxed back into the fur.

You skipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Turning on the shower water, you stepped inside to scrub down.

~~~

Wrecker and the others were awake and in the kitchen by the time you left the bathroom.

The smell of eggs and meat made your mouth water. You saddled up next to Hunter, sitting in his lap as Wrecker placed your plate in front of you. You thanked him and grabbed your spork to dig in.

Hunter wrapped you in his strong arms and nuzzled his mark on your neck no doubt leaving his scent behind.

Tech finally rose up out of the nest to dress declaring this plans for fence repair today.

Hunter nipped you playfully making you squeal.

By the time you finished your meal, the boys had cleaned up and were starting to get ready for their day. Hunter deposited you on the floor where Crosshair and him fussed about getting you dressed for the weather. The can’t stand the idea of you getting a cold.

They tied your rain hat over your head and pulled your jacket on before giving you a little pat on the ass before following you outside.

They detoured off towards the stables while you continued on the little winding path towards the half buried domicile in the hill. You could see some lights on inside which let you know at least someone was awake this morning.

You were hoping that Kix was back to normal…

The sound of the front door swooshing open momentarily held your attention before you looked up to see one of the most disturbing sights you have ever seen in your short lifespan…

Layla was straddling Kix, while Echo’s pale naked body nestled up behind Layla and all three of them had not an article of clothing in sight.

All three heads of Kix, Layla, and Echo whipped around to look at you as both alpha’s froze mid thrust while Layla balked in the direction in which you stood. Kix’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat and his cheeks were flushed while Layla was trying her best to cover up with the sheets and Echo joust stood there un-phased if not a little annoyed to be interrupted.

You closed your eyes let out a horrified scream and turned on your heel to run out of the lab.

“Wait!” Layla screamed after you but it was no use you kept screaming as you ran back towards the stables.

It wasn’t long before Crosshair and Hunter ran up to you, blasters in hand, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and flung yourself into Hunter’s chest, “I just walked in on Layla, Kix… and Echo.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard Crosshair’s chuckle. Images of Echo’s pale ass flashed into your mind’s eye. You cringed.

“I think you woke up the whole settlement.” Hunter shimmied you both around to see curious heads popping out of their homes.

You giggled, “Whoops.”

Crosshair shrugged, “Didn’t know Echo still had it in him.”

You slapped his arm, “Cross… I’ve been traumatized and you’re joking about it?”

“At least Kix is fine.” He pointed out.

That was true at least.

You wish you could erase the past five minutes from your memory however.

Hunter chuckled, “You’re fine mesh’la. Let’s give them twenty minutes then go back.”

The three of you walked towards the stables where you could at least play with the barn tookas while you waited for them to finish.

What a fucking morning…

~~~

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

The three of them stood anxiously by your lab door like kicked puppies.

You refused to turn around. You couldn’t even look without picturing that.

“It never happened.” You waved them off, “I’m just glad you’re back to normal, Kix.”

“B-But-“ He started but Echo just gestured for him to return back to the other room.

“Trust me. This is the better option.” The Arc trooper tried to console his friend.

You were too busy with your work anyways.

Howzer, Rex and Wolffe all came back normal once they dealt with their quick bit of drowsiness. When they woke up, they felt absolutely fine and have no shown any signs of side effects. When you checked their DNA once again, you saw the alterations and how they were now practically identical to natural born human males. Their accelerated aging had been totally reversed…

The comparison however was remarkable, the ways the Kaminoan’s altered their genetic structures to prevent disease, and recover from injury quicker, amongst other things. It was a scientific marvel. You could stare at their genomes for hours. You wondered how much of that genetic data you could replicate for yourself and others.

You heard another beep go off letting you know the synthesizer was finished with another batch of vials, while your assistant medical droids packaged them up neatly in crates getting them ready for use.

You picked up a single vile looking at it and thinking of what Hunter said earlier. You sighed. It would be nice to just be normal and start a family. You know your alphas would make amazing fathers. Protective, loving, smart, and brave. All the qualities you could want. As you held the blue vile, you decided this one was for Hunter and you slipped it into your pocket.

“Need any help?” Kix returned standing in your doorway awkwardly.

You looked up and raised a brow.

“I feel bad…” he admitted.

You softened your gaze, “It’s alright Kix, if you want to help me start organizing for distribution I’d appreciate it.”

He waddled inside plopping down next to the droids trying to understand the science behind all of this.

“So… how much did you see?” He asked sheepishly.

You grumbled, “Too much.”

“Sorry.” He chewed his lip.

You both locked eyes and stared feeling the awkwardness before you both burst out into hysterical laughter.

“You were literally frozen in carbonite and the first thing you do coming out is have a threesome?!” You were howling with laughter feeling the tears running down your eyes.

“Listen… Listen!” He waves his hands around, “I woke up from the worst situation I’ve ever been in and my dream omega is right there! Give a guy some credit!”

He wiped away tears under his eyes.

“Kix!” You screamed flopping onto your back.

“Ahh!” He tried to calm down, “it wasn’t the first time…”

You looked at him again with owlish eyes, “What?”

“Well after Sarge wiped the floor with you after Crait, we had to bring Layla back to Coruscant… and well… we did it in the med-bay stock room.” He clamped his mouth shut anticipating your reaction.

“No fucking way.” Your brows raised and your jaw dropped, “ She didn’t tell me that!”

“She didn’t tell you what?” Hunter sauntered into the room crossing his arms and raising a playful brow.

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“What’s the fun in that?” He leaned against the entry door.

“Hi Sarge.” Kix nodded in Hunter’s direction.

“Long time no see.” Hunter smirked.

Kix cleared his throat, “I’m feeling a strange urge to yell at you for mating my best friend and little sister, but I’m going to settle for telling you that you better keep those boys in line and take good care of her alright?”

You giggled at Kix’s sudden protectiveness.

Hunter just smiled, “Don’t have to worry about us doc, she’s the one keeping us all in line.”

You rolled your eyes.

Hunter then looked to you, “Wanna grab some chow? Wrek made some shaak roast.”

Your mouth instantly watered, “I want to, but I have all these…” You looked at the cases of synthesized cure.

Kix stood up waving his arms around, “Don’t worry about that. You’ve done enough creating it, Layla and I can distribute it. We're not strangers to injector guns.”

That was true.

“Okay.” You smiled, “Give me three more.”

Kix handed you three more which you stashed in your pocket along with the other vile with your sergeant’s name on it.

You grabbed your injector gun and let Hunter walk you back to the house.

“So, the cure is ready for distribution?” Hunter held the door open for you and let you step inside.

You kicked off your boots with an excited grin, “Yup.”

“I feel like there’s something else…” He raised a brow,”

“Well…” You suddenly got a little shy, “I was thinking… after you’re all cured, I thought we might talk about maybe… trying for a pup?”

Hunter stared at you, trying to catch his breath. You were positive his heart was racing as quickly as yours was. The look of hope and excitement on his face made your insides tingle.

“A-are you sure?” He reached out grabbing your shoulders.

You chewed your lips and stared up into his grey eyes, “Well, now that I have other medics here… I wasn’t exactly looking forwards to making Tech take a crash course in labor an delivery…”

“He would have learned everything you would have needed.” Hunter smiled.

“I know…” You giggled, “But, I wanted to ask you… I can tell you’ve been thinking about it more recently. And I think you’d make an amazing father.”

“I-“ Hunter was at a loss for words, “Really?” His eyes lit up.

“Yeah, Hunter, I do.” You smiled, “I want to ask the other three too when the time is right… not entirely sure how Cross is going to feel about it.”

Hunter grumbled, “Probably wont be all that thrilled.”

“Well he’ll be outnumbered.” You winked at him.

Hunter smiled leaned forwards to press a kiss to your forehead.

“What are you two talking about?” Wrecker stepped out of the kitchen wearing his apron and oven mitts.

“Oh… nothing…” Your sing-song voice made him raise a brow suspiciously.

~ Nine months later ~

“Kix get the FUCK away from my mate!” Crosshair screamed over Wrecker’s shoulder as the giant held him firmly in place despite his wriggling.

“It’s okay, Tiny, just breathe!” Echo looked like he was going to faint from the side of the room. What a sport.

“Fuuuucccck!” You screamed baring down leaning into the urge to push.

“That’s it.” Kix and Layla encouraged from the foot of the bed, “Keep pushing!”

Hunter held your hand while Tech kept a cooling cloth on your forehead as you panted and screamed with every contraction.

“Where are the drugs?!” You demanded.

The medical droid quickly started distributing the pain medications.

“You’re almost there.” Layla said pushing your legs a little further up, “You got this babe.”

You turned to look at Hunter who looked just as woozy as Echo, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He cringed with guilt. The poor alpha just gave you his best remorseful eyes as he lovingly held your trembling hand.

Another painful contraction hit and you knew it was go time.

“Move!” You threw everyone off of you.

“What is she doing?!” Echo was distraught watching you roll onto your side, and get back up on your hands and knees in a kneeling position.

“Get her back on her back!” He was about to lose it.

“Relax Echo, it’s a natural response to the birthing instincts.” Tech explained helping hunter to rub your back, “Gravity helps the pup slide out easier.” Tech was clearly fascinated with the entire process. As the clones themselves weren’t born naturally, he had done hours of endless research to prepare for this moment and all the moments after, “She’s just doing what her body is telling her to do.”

Echo covered his mouth anxiously barely able to watch as you bared down gritting your teeth together and let out a primal growl.

“Layla.” You panted. She was at your side instantly, “I can’t do it.” You wavered. The baby should have been here by now, you were certain, “I-I can’t…”

“You can.” She knelt down gettin glower so you could make eye contact. She looked to all of the alphas and gave them a stern look that let them know immediately to back the fuck off.

Hunter and the others retreated giving you space. Including Kix, who was still monitoring vitals from across the room.

“Look at me.” Layla growled.

You looked at her with a dazed expression. You were exhausted. The labor had been going on all night and you barely had a moment to rest in between painful contractions. You just wanted this over and done with.

“I’m tired.” You whimpered.

“I know.” Her tone was stern, “But you and Hunter have wanted this pup for so long… Look at him.”

You looked up seeing his guilty and worried expression before turning back to your friend.

“You’re going to deliver this fucking pup and your alphas are going to take care of you two.” She pointed to Hunter, “Don’t let your alpha down.” You whimpered at that.

Suddenly you were filled with the primal need to please your alpha. The instincts were beginning to override the pain and exhaustion.

Layla nodded her head seeing the change and look of determination in your eyes, “So… we’ll do it together…” You looked at her confused for a second before he stood up, grabbing a loose sheet from the neighboring bed before climbing into yours. He knotted one end and then the other before handing it to you, “Think you can lay on your back for me?”

You nodded before lazily rolling back onto your back. You didn’t necessarily feel like being in this position, but you were trusting Layla.

Luckily the drugs were starting to kick in and you were able to focus on whatever the hell she was cooking up.

You took one end of the knotted sheet and held on as she sat facing you mirroring your straddled position.

“Ready?” She asked.

You nodded.

When she began to pull on the sheet you mimicked her, pulling as hard as you could.

Fuck… you felt something.

She pulled again and you grunted feeling your abdominals begin to contract as you bared down.

“It’s working.” Kix said stepping forwards.

“One more time.” Layla said, “I can see the pup’s head.”

The excitement in the room was palpable. Even Crosshair had calmed down while the others watched in horrified fascination.

You pulled on the sheet once more and felt something like pressure.

“The pup’s head is out. You just have the shoulders, Y/N. C’mon atta girl.” Layla was excited.

You growled again pulling on the sheet before there was more pressure than a rush… Then you were suddenly… empty….

Layla dropped the sheet to catch the pup while Kix tended to you.

Hunter watched with bated breath as anticipatory silence over took the room.

Layla rubbed the pup’s chest slightly before a piercing cry broke the quiet. You audibly sighed in relief as the pup cried out to the world.

“Atta girl.” Echo rushed to your side while Layla cleaned your new born pup.

Hunter remained fixed on the spot unsure of what he was even seeing. It seemed like he was in shock that he was now a father… The tiny little pup was flailing around and Hunter was zeroed in on its little heart beat. Even the scent was a perfect mixture of the two of you.

Layla returned back to you to place the babe on your chest, “It’s a girl.”

“A girl?” You were in disbelief. You clutched the pup. She felt so small you couldn’t believe it.

You snuggled your baby, rubbing your scent into her skin as he cried.

“Hunter.”

Everyone cleared a path for the ex-sergeant to near. He hesitated for just a moment before forcing his legs to carry himself over to you.

He knelt down at your side pressing a kiss to your forehead. You could smell the worry on him still, and the vibration of awe through the bond.

“Our daughter.” You smiled tiredly up at him.

He looked down at you lovingly, absolutely blown away that you had just created this life inside you. He reached out his finger and watched with amazement when she wrapped her little hand around his with a death grip.

He gasped feeling her strength. You smiled watching him scent her.

Suddenly everything was perfect and right in the world, and the twelve hours of labour suddenly didn’t feel so bad watching Hunter hesitantly pick up the little bundle of pup into his big burly arms as he cradled your daughter so perfectly. She was so safe in his protective arms. You could feel the bond forming within your mate already the longer he gazed upon her.

“Awh!” Wrecker wiped a tear away, “I want one…”

You huffed a laugh..

“Well you’re going to have to wait a while,” Tech gave you a knowing look. He was referencing the fact you had all decided to go with age order on this matter.

“Alright, keep your paws off of her… at least 6 weeks before we can clear her.” Kix reminded picking up the cup of cool water to bring to your lips.

“Awh!” Both Wrecker and Crosshair groaned.

Layla shook her head.

“Tiny!” Rex’s voice suddenly cut in as he pushed through the door along with Howzer, Wolffe, Grim, Bolts, Stunner, and pretty much every other clone you’ve come to know, “Is she okay?” Rex demanded. They all stuffed themselves into the room eager to see.

“Yes, Captain, she’s alright.” Kix responded.

Rex nodded before walking over to you where he patted you on the shoulder.

You watched as Hunter fussed over the little one while your other mates grappled for a peek. Even Crosshair seemed smitten. You could feel the icy need to protect her with his life snap into place and you knew your baby girl was in good hands.

“Made a good one, kid.” Rex praised you.

“Thanks Captain.” You chewed an ice chip.

“She’s beautiful.” Wrecked mused.

“It’s a girl?” Rex asked with wide eyes.

“Mhmm.” You smiled, “She has Hunter’s eyes.”

“Watch her have super hearing too.” Kix laughed.

“I didn’t even consider that might be passed down genetically.” You mulled.

“Well someone has an army of uncles to watch over her.” Bolts giggled watching as your daughter stretched a hand up into the sky almost grabbing for her father. Hunter instinctually brought her up to his chest and tucked her into his neck.

“He’s a natural.” You smiled.

“You both are.” Layla replied with a smile. She grabbed onto Kix’s hand as everyone seemed to have their eyes on Hunter.

Yeah you were…

You looked at your family with pure adoration. Your mates never taking their eyes off the precious cargo that Hunter Clutched protectively.

Even when they carried you back home to your nest, they never left you and the baby alone for a second. Everything was perfect.

You were happy, safe, and content.

The war was long behind you and the Empire no longer existed to you all.

You could watch your daughter grow up in peace, surrounded by those who love her.

She’d never know war, violence, and cruelty. You wished the 501st could have been here to get to live this, but you knew you all carried them within you everywhere you went. The refugees on Zyphor honored them everyday by choosing to be happy and free.

And that was all you needed.

You were happy… and free.

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