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221bshrlocked · 1 year ago

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don’t go

Pairings: Sergeant Hunter x afab!Reader

Words: 2278

Warnings: Mutual Pining.

Summary: Hunter thinks you're afraid of him. A brief confrontation makes him realize it's actually the opposite.

A/N: This is for @cloneficgiftexchange ClonexReader Comment Swap. Writer's block is a bitch but I managed to finish this with a few hours to spare. Comments are always appreciated

Hunter couldn’t help himself. Every time you’d come around and ask Wrecker if he wanted any snacks, or offered your assistance to Tech as he tinkered away on the Marauder, he would stop whatever he’s doing and stare at you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, far from it. He just felt a little left out, knowing that you can hold a conversation with his brothers and Omega without a problem, but grew incredibly flustered and nervous whenever he approached you and asked if there was anything you needed.

Maker, it was even worse when you were with Omega. She was his sister after all, but as the months flew by, he felt more like a father to her. And seeing you so sweet and kind with her, so playful even when you didn’t have time, it stirred something in his heart.

At first, Hunter wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling. He thought for a long while that he was concerned with how friendly you were since their arrival to Pabu. Good things never lasted, and he had this hunch that you would betray them if they stayed on the island long enough. But as he spent more time with you, or rather, stayed close enough to the group when you hung out with them, Hunter knew that it wasn’t distrust he was feeling towards you, but a longing.

Longing to be trusted by you, perhaps even be considered as a friend.

He didn’t know if he did anything upon arrival that made you so avoidant of him. All he knew was that you were much more comfortable with the others than him. What’s even worse, he even tried to bring it up several times to see if he needed to apologize for whatever he did. But every time he’d walk your way, you’d either excuse yourself, or ask him if he was doing well before leaving immediately.

Hunter didn’t like it one bit.

How rapidly your heart beat whenever he is close to you.

“Great,” Omega breaks the silence, making Hunter turn to look at her in confusion.

“Hmm?” He tilts his head to the side, eyeing the little girl before staring at your retreating form as you hurried up the hill and away from everyone.

“You made her leave again.” Omega sighed deeply, shaking her head when Hunter’s expression remained blank. She watches as her older brother turns one last time towards the incline of the city before shaking his head and walking away from the group.

“Hunter, do you realize what you always do whenever she’s around?” As always, Omega refuses to let things go and follows him down to the shore.

“Not sure what you’re referring to.”

“For someone who constantly loves breaking things down to all of us, you sure are slow.” The little girl laughs as she skips ahead and stands in front of him, blocking him from going down any further. Hunter shakes his head and quickly steps around her, praying to the maker that she would leave him alone, even for a little while, so he can ruminate on his emotions.

“You need to be nicer to her.” That seems to do the trick, and Omega barely manages to hold back her smile when her brother turns around quickly and frowns at her.

“When was I not nice to her?” He’s hurt, more by the fact that there is a chance he did, in fact, do something and didn’t realize it.

“Oh I don’t know, every time she comes by and you give her that death stare you’re giving me right now.” Omega takes a defensive stance, narrowing her eyes at her brother when he continues to look at her so sternly.

“I- I don’t do that.”

“Yes. Yes you do.”

The harsh expression is gone in a second, and it takes Omega far too long to realize that Hunter may be telling the truth. He looks more hurt than irritated, and Omega understands immediately why her normally aware and intelligent brother is behaving in such a way.

“Try to talk to her the next time you see her.” She expects him to respond right away, but when Hunter turns around and walks down the pathway to the beach, Omega knows it’s best to leave him alone.

Unlike all the other times Hunter came down to the shore, he finds himself more relaxed than ever. The sounds of the waves as they crash near his feet quickly becomes white noise, and he meditates on Omega’s comments. Was he really staring at you so coldly every time you came by? Was that the reason why you’re always so reluctant to hold a conversation with him?

Kriff, what if you were afraid of him?

He didn’t like that idea. The thought of being someone you fear nearly sends Hunter into a frenzy, and although he wants nothing more than to go to you and ask you what he can do to prove himself otherwise, he remains where he is, falling backward into the sand and praying the coarse sensation can distract him from his mind long enough until he can find a solution to this problem.

With each turning wave, Hunter slowly drifts to sleep, but just as his body surrenders completely to the fatigue coursing through his veins, he feels someone approaching him. He jolts awake instantly, getting to his feet in record time and turning around just as he takes the vibroblade out of its holster.

It takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up with what his eyes are seeing, and when he recognizes you, he takes a few steps back and drops the weapon to the ground, knowing that he may have just made things a little worse than before.

“Kriff, I didn’t know it’s you. I thought it was…nevermind.” He doesn’t bother explaining himself, knowing that nothing he can say will make this moment any better. Hunter expects you to run away, but when you don’t budge, he dares to look up at you.

Instead of finding the concerned expression he’s grown to expect from you, he sees you smiling softly at him. Hunter doesn’t know what to do, mostly because you’ve managed to disarm him so easily, without any effort.

Then you take a step towards him, and Hunter feels his heart skip a beat. Against his better judgment, he takes another step back, afraid of scaring you unintentionally should you be within arm’s reach.

“Hunter.”

It’s the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his name, and something about the way you continue to smile at him as you ring your fingers nervously makes him set aside his nerves and look into your eyes.

“May I come closer?” The question surprises him more than anything. He thought he would need to be the one to approach you if he ever wanted to make you think better of him. Not trusting his own voice, he nods briefly and focuses his gaze to the sand beneath his feet.

With each step you take, Hunter thinks his heart may leap out of his chest all of a sudden, and it’s only when you’re right in front of him that he realizes your own heart rate isn’t as frenzied as it tends to be whenever you’re around him. Before he can think of what might happen next, he watches as you slowly reach up and cup his cheeks, the warmth of your palms simultaneously feeling like molten lava and simmering vapor against his own skin.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.” If he didn’t have heightened senses, Hunter is sure he would have never heard the whispered apology. He pouts at you when he finally understands what you just said, but you don’t give him a chance to say anything else, letting go of his face so you can give him some space.

Thinking that you’re about to leave him again, Hunter reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you from walking away any further from him. You look down at where he’s holding you, and Hunter curses himself for letting his body follow through his intrusive thoughts.

“I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s fine.” You cut him off, not once dropping your smile as you twist your wrist in his grip until you intertwine your fingers with his own. Hunter breaks eye contact to stare down at where you’re touching him. He longs to pull you into his arms until you forget everyone else, but he remembers what Omega said earlier and frowns at the thought of you fearing him.

“What’s the matter?” You snap him out of his haze, refusing to let go of his hand even when his grip loosens around you. It takes Hunter a few minutes to find the words to respond to you, and he hopes that he isn’t reading you wrong.

“I never meant to make you uncomfortable.” He wants to say so much more, but he hears your heart rate pick up and he knows he’s doing it all over again, whatever it is that always made you so afraid of him. Maybe it was the proximity, or the fact that he literally held a kriffing knife to you not so long ago.

“Hunter, you don’t make me uncomfortable.” Your response comes instantly, and Hunter doesn’t like the fact that you might be telling him what you think he wants to hear. It’s unnerving.

“You- you don’t have to lie to me. I can hear your heartbeat mesh’la. Every time I come closer to you, or try to- to talk with you, your heartbeat screams at me…begs me to stop before you run away from me.” He knows he can’t look you in the eyes now, not because he doesn’t want to, but because he might scare you again like Omega said.

It’s quiet for longer than he likes to admit, and when he thinks you won’t respond to him, he lets go and slowly makes his way back to the walkway.

Before he reaches the stone path towards the city, he feels your arms wrap around his body so tightly that he grows a little concerned. Hunter looks down and sees your fingers dig into his shirt. He doesn’t know what’s going on. All he knows is that you’re refusing to let go of him, and your heart rate is rivaling his own.

“Please,” the whimpered plea catches him off guard and although he knows he should ask you if you’re unwell, he says nothing, and instead rests his hands on top of your own. You’re practically shaking against him, and Hunter’s anxiety reminds him, yet again, of how he is when he’s nervous.

“Don’t go.” The request is music to his ears, and he turns to the side to try and glance at you. You’re pushing your cheek into his back and holding tightly onto him, and if Hunter were a better man, he would have waited until you were ready to tell him what you want.

But he wasn’t a better man, he was a desperate one.

And he really wanted to hear you say that again.

Without thinking twice of what he’s doing, he unravels your arms from around him and faces you quickly, not giving you a chance to say anything as he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. It only takes you a few seconds to mirror his actions, and when he feels your body melt into him, he thanks the heavens that you were brave enough to stop him from leaving.

He’s not sure how long he remains standing with you in his arms, but when your heartbeat no longer threatens him, he pulls back and looks down at you, long enough for you to realize that he wants you to meet his gaze.

“Mesh’la.” Hunter is a hairbreadth away from you when he whispers that word again, and while you want to ask him what it means, you know it would be best for the both of you if you were to tell him what you always run away when he tries to speak with you.

“Hunter, you don’t make me uncomfortable…you never have.” Hunter takes a deep breath, knowing it’s best if he lets you elaborate on your confession.

“It’s just that…you make me nervous.” You hold onto him tighter as soon as you say those words, and Hunter raises his eyebrows in shock, only for his expression to fall again when you break eye contact with him and throw yourself into his chest.

“You make me nervous. Ever since you arrived…I can’t help it.” When he feels you growing anxious again, he slowly roams his arms across your back in an attempt to calm you down.

“You look at me with such a direct gaze and I- I…” Your inability to put into words what you’re feeling makes Hunter wish he would have had this conversation with you sooner. He smiles to himself as he pushes you away so he can get a better look at you. You reluctantly let go and raise your attention to him, biting into your lower lip when you see his hazel gray eyes stare into your own until they hold you captive.

“Cyare…I feel the same way.”

It’s all you need to hear to grow at ease in his embrace, and when Hunter leans down, you shut your eyes in anticipation of what’s to come.

Then you feel his lips brush against your forehead, and you understand then that there will never be anyone else.

It will always be Hunter.

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