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The Bad Batch new episode tomorrow!!!
Also, my opinions on the previous episode with no spoilers whatsoever... look in the tags... ;-;
#the bad batch#don't roast me for this TBBtumblr but#rip; any Hunter x Rafa shippers left out there???#hello???#;-;#anyonee??#just me?#okay#no hate on the Fennter shippers; I get where they're going at#but still it's lonely in here
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Mostly cuz I get the feeling I know how you'll answer (if you're of the same mindset as me): Hunter x Rafa
yeah... I can see why people would like it, but uhh... no thanks 😬
I don't care for Rafa as a character in general (I want to like her SO bad, but I just can't). and it's funny cause I normally love ships with that antagonistic dynamic, but... the ship is just squicky to me, I don't like it 😖
now Rafa x Wrecker? I could see that. she seemed genuinely into him, and I could totally see Wrecker softening her up some. I'd be ok with that one.
I'mma be real, I could get behind Hunter x Fennec much easier than Hunter x Rafa. Ming-Na Wen is even an open simp for Hunter, so yeah LOL (I actually have two figures of them standing next to each other on my desk shh don't tell anybody 😝)
#Hunter x Fennec is my secret crackship SHUSH#but yeah Rafa can stay 5000 feet away from him please 😌#my dark and broody bandana man#star warz#photogirl894#ask
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I’m loving this ship opinion bingo idea! I saw someone mentioned Hunter x Fennec earlier so I’ll give you another Hunter ship that I’ve heard around… Hunter x Rafa Martez!
Ohhh interestingggg. Idk they give me ex vibes, and I love the idea of them like, trying to move on with other people, but it ends up being the same people 😆
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✮ apple of my eye
౨ৎ rafayel x reader. fluff, gn!reader, rafa being the adorable fishie he is i love him so much — wc: 460
notes. 2 fics in a row because i havent posted in like weeks
“you're late. again.” rafayek complains as you enter his studio. he is perched on his ladder again as he continues painting on his canvas. he did make some progress from the last time you were in the studio, with colors covering the canvas. “so, what brings you here? late by…” he checks his watch. “two hours.”
“i'm sorry, rafa.” you apologize, shaking the plastic bag in your hands, trying to catch his attention. “but look! i brought you stuff from the convenience store.”
rafayel huffs, his eyes momentarily looking at the bag but eventually returns to his canvas. “i don’t care about that.” a pout is visible on his face. “i can’t believe you’re late again. what happened to the promise you made in the hospital?”
“look, it’s not my fault wanderers appeared just as i was about to leave!” you explain. “do you really want me to ignore them when I’m a hunter?” rafayel doesn’t answer, instead, he dips his paintbrush in the white paint, ignoring you. “rafa.”
“what?” he mumbles out. “i can’t hear you.”
he's being petty again. you think to yourself, sighing inwardly. you walk up to him, poking his thigh. “rafa, come on. come here.” he looks down at your inviting hand stretched out to him, and he grumbles, placing his paintbrush in his cup. He takes your hand, climbing down the ladder. “here, take a break, yeah?” you guide him to his couch.
rafayel sits on the couch, a pout still visible on his face. you take a bag of chips from the plastic bag, one of rafayel's favorite snacks. “here! i bought it on the way here.” you hand it over to him, and you can see his eyes light up. “am i forgiven now?”
“mhm.” rafayel grabs one of the chips, taking a bite happily. “do you have more? one bag isn’t enough to earn my forgiveness, you know?”
“oh,” you blink, leaning in closer to him. rafayel stares at you with wide eyes, the proximity of you two making rafayel blush. you smile at him before kissing him softly on the lips. when you pull away, rafayel is still staring at you with his wide eyes, except this time, he looks embarrassed. “is that enough to earn your forgiveness?”
“y-yeah…” rafayel mumbles, looking away. “that was enough.”
you smiled, giving him a pat on his head. as you are about to pull back, rafayel pulls you back into his embrace, hugging you tightly. “what? do you need something?” you look up at rafayel who still has a bright blush on his face.
“nothing,” he replies. “i just want to hug you. i missed you.” his hold around you tightens, holding you in place.
your eyes soften. “i missed you too, rafa.”
#kylin.writes#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace x you#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace x gender neutral reader#love and deepspace x y/n#rafayel#rafayel x reader#rafayel x you#rafayel x mc#rafayel x y/n#rafayel fluff#love and deepspace fluff#lads rafayel
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OH MY GOSH are you a rafayel lover too 😭 i swear, i love him so much! and im happy that l&ds comnunity is growing here that a new ff of raffy is posted everyday when i refresh the tags! im glad u seem enthusiastic to accept requests 😔 my raffy brainrot is so bad i need my fix!
can i request? we know rafayel has some sort of "abandonment issues" and we know where it stems from and how it manifests (where he says mc can do what they want as long as they come back to him or let him know what they're doing 😭) and imagine that mc GENUINELY forgets bc she's tired from all the work as a hunter, and when she meets raffy again, he's quiet and she's trying to prod a word out of him but he won't budge cuz he's hurt 😭 and u can go on from there! aargh i love hurt/comfort so much.
happy valentines!! (in advance) 😔🎊🎂
YES rafa is my babygirl. my muse. my glubglubglub. my everything. HE'S SUPER RELATABLE TOO ??? HELP my abandonment issues are literally the same, I'm almost offended 😭😭💔 tysm for the request & happy early valentinesss 💓💓💓
ʟᴏ$ᴇʀ=ʟ♡ᴠᴇʀ !
rafayel x reader
cw: burn-out like symptoms, wounds/blood, arguing, cursing, hurt & comfort
𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧𓇼
6:00 a.m., you skimmed over rafayel's last message and told yourself to reply later - of course, as fate does, a super strong wanderer appeared which occupied you for an excruciating, multiple hour long fight. it was night when you returned home, stripping off your uniform and throwing your gun on the kitchen counter. You barely made it to bed, soaking your sheets in a bit of blood before completely passing out.
it was noon when you woke up again and evening when you were done with your report and bandaging your wound. finally, you were able to check your phone, and it doomed on you. rafayel's message stayed unreplied. you scrolled down his other three texts.
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼
11am rafa: are u ok?
12am rafa: (y/n), can I come over?
1pm: are u serious? not this again.
𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝⋆。˚ 𓇼
you furrowed your eyebrows in regret, but exhaled painfully right after. your wound opened again.
you were forced on another, quicker mission that night, but it still left you exhausted, your former wound nagging at you still. once again you came home late, passed out, and woke up around noon. opening your phone, there were no new messages.
quickly, you pressed the call button and were shocked to find the artist wasn't picking up.
𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧𓇼
5:00 pm y/n: hey, sry rafayel. work has been a lot lately.
5:01 pm y/n: I'm rlly sorry
𓆝 ⋆。𖦹°‧𓇼
wincing, you sat down, your heart beating anxiously for some reason. 'what if this is it? I broke his promise. there's no reason for him to stay. it's fair, but I need him around. because...'
because you like him. it's selfish, you want him around although you barely fill his needs. suddenly, a very familiar dark cloud forms in your stomach and you feel depressed. deeming another relationship ruined by your work, you open social media to drown out the silence.
several hours passed until a knock at your door ripped you out your daze. quickly, you got up and open it. "rafayel." you say, his name coming out almost like a sigh of relief before you could register it. he was dressed in his white shirt, and white pants adorned with an intricate silver belt - he looked put together as always. you, on the other hand, were in an oversized tee, messy hair and deep eyebags with chapped lips. "hi." he simply greeted, making his way into your apartment.
you followed him, breathing anxiously at his unreadable aura. "listen, rafayel - I'm sorry, I wanted to reply and text you but.."
"you forgot." he replied, crossing his arms. there was a look of hurt and disappointment in his face. "it's not that simple." you argued, breathing in to continue, but he emotionally cut you off. "it is, though. (y/n), if you'd like me enough, a simple task like keeping me updated would be easy."
"rafayel. I like you, I like you a lot but..." you breathed in deeply, the harshness of his words getting to you enough to make your eyes teary. defeated, you sat down on your couch, burying your face in your hands. "these past days have been a lot, I could barely take care of myself and most of the time I was either fighting, passed out or tending to my wounds..." you trailed off weakly - due to your eyes being covered, you couldn't see rafayel's eyebrows raising in shock at your reaction, his arms slowly sinking.
"I swear if I'd have a normal life, I'd text you regularly, but it's not." slowly, you raise your head to meet his eyes - yours were puffy and red, tears streamed down your face. rafayel stayed silent, waiting for you to continue.
"it'd be selfish of me to wish for you to stick by me while i don't fulfill your needs, i know i'm not a good...friend. I try to do my best, rafa. you mean a lot to me, but i understand if you want to leave. you deserve someone better."
at this point, tears were streaming down your face freely, and soft sobs escaped your throat. rafayel lowered his gaze, afraid he'd sink to his knees and beg for forgiveness instead. after a while, he sat next to you, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours and brushing his thumb across your hand as he watched your body move with your sobs. "(Y/N), there is not a single part of you that is selfish."
gently, he holds your cheek and makes you look at him. his hand remains there as he continues talking.
"rather, it is me who is selfish. i crave your attention and validation, and feel hurt if i don't receive it. i'm sorry for being petty, i should've come over sooner. and..."
rafayel moves his hand to wipe away your tears and softly kisses your forehead, he smiles as he hears you breathe out softly.
"i could never bring it over my heart to part from you."
you gaze into his rich, magenta eyes and feel your heartstrings pull towards him. it's as if there were a bridge between your chests. closing your eyes, you feel your love for him blooming in the valleys of your bloodstream and bubbling out of your skin, and it weirdly feels as old as millenia, as if you'd known this love all your life, and all the lives you lived before.
"i'm glad." you smiled wobbly, "i feel the same." with a sigh, you leaned your head on his shoulder and let your body relax.
"i dunno how to feel about you calling us 'friends', though."
#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#lads#rafayel#love and deepspace rafayel#lads rafayel#rafayel x reader#lads rafayel x reader#love and deepspace rafayel x reader
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Thundering Rain
Qí Yù | Rafayel x Reader
𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: You and Rafayel cozy up during a cold storm to enjoy each other’s company when you realize he got up for something but didn’t come back to cuddle you.
—• TAGS: Domestic fluff, kinda ooc Rafayel (? if you squint), no use of Y/N, use of the pet name my love, beta read (imagine that)
A thunderstorm had been raging outside for hours now and you are thankful, for once, about the harsh seasonal changes because not just did you enjoy the rain and the majestic flashing of light that occasionally lit up the otherwise dark gray sky, you didn’t have to go to work. You could enjoy a leisure day indoors, listening to the calming sound of the rain hitting the window and the deep thunder clapping after each rapid flash of light with a warm blanket and hot beverages.
It’s true you loved your job, loved the adrenaline of being a hunter, the thrill of battle, but it was nice to sit back and relax for a bit. And some reprieve was definitely due after these past few weeks, Linkon City had been seeing more and more Wanderers roaming inside the more civilian populated areas, your team along with some back ups had been dispatched as first responders almost every time; it’s been busy to say the least.
And Rafayel had definitely not appreciated your constant absence. You don’t blame him, you missed him too. Because your job wasn’t just turning monsters to dust and protecting innocent people; each attack meant a lot of paperwork, desk work, meetings. It meant time away from home and away from your already clingy, needy lover.
Who, speaking of, had suspiciously gotten up from cuddling you in the sofa and hadn’t come back.
The now cool spot behind you made you realize his absence. But as you were about to get up to look for the purple-head you heard his voice, “Stay where you are, how you are, for another 30 minutes…” Rafa trailed off.
He didn’t even ask politely yet you remained on your spot no questions asked and turned your head back to look outside the large, tall window that gave the perfect view to the backyard. “So that’s where you’ve been the whole time,” you chuckled softly, of course he was.
“Inspiration should never be wasted or ignored. The best master pieces ever created were in spontaneous bursts of creativity,” He stated as if it was the most honest to god truth. Yeah, alright.
Amused you simply retorted, “Is that a fact?”
“Most likely,” he shot back before taking a small pause, “Besides, you barely noticed after almost an entire hour I didn’t come back beside you.”
The last part sounded more begrudging, you didn’t have to look at him to know he’s pouting. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Yeah, my back was getting cold. That’s how I noticed you were still gone.” Rafa let out the most offended scoff, he didn’t even dignify with an answer.
The room falls silent again save for the rhythmic pattering of rain, it’s then you realize he’s actually concentrating and you can’t help the little leap your heart makes. “Are you painting me?”
“As I was coming back from the kitchen the scene and atmosphere looked perfect so I just had to capture it,” he explains, “I haven’t had the opportunity to play around with darker tones or paints in a while and I recently acquired some very high quality materials to produce stunning shades. Very rare finds, honestly.” The Lemurian continued on to explain how and where he’d manage to obtain them, of course pointedly mentioning that he needed something to do in your absence because it was just so so boring.
More than half an hour had past, that’s for sure, as you filled the time with more banter and teasing remarks.
“Rafa can I move now? I’m going to have neck pain and be stuck in this position forever if I don’t get up soon,” you whine loudly, “The painting won’t be needed to immortalize this moment then.” He only tsk’s at you, calling you over to see the painting.
“Holy shit you weren’t kidding, the pigments are so rich!” You know little to nothing about art, any scattered knowledge or artsy lingo has definitely come from listening to your boyfriend talk about art. You study the painting detail by detail, from top to bottom. He really does deserve the fame, not that you’re biased.
Rafayel smiles big like a satisfied cat (ironically) at your praise and expression of awe.
Though the more you steady the painting the more you realize the gloomy tempest going out outside was definitely not the focus of this piece like you had originally thought, despite the fact that the oversized window gave the perfect opportunity to capture it so.
Instead you realize most of the spotlight was you. Rafayel had clearly taken his time; each curve of your features was perfectly drawn and shaded, the way the light made light and dark contrasts against the little skin that was not covered by the quilt, the shine in your eyes that reflected the lighting that occasionally flashed and the hair that framed your face. The content of your expression clearly denoting how engrossed you’ve been on the weather outside, he even included the faintest curl of the corner of your lip. And you looked cozy as hell with the blanket all the way tucked up to your chest and your hands wrapped around the (then) steaming mug of coffee.
A heat crept up your cheeks and chest. Is this how he saw you? Is this what his eyes see when he looks at you? Truly? You must’ve had your thoughts written in your face because he breaks the long silence with in a soft voice, “You are the inspiration of the painting, my love,” circling back to one of his earlier comments. You turn to face him fully, meeting eyes as he was already looking at you, as soft smile that matched the softness of his voice spread across his lips.
“It’s going to be part of the next exhibit, on a very special spot.”
“I’m sorry what?” You lamely ask, astonished but still in a monotone.
Rafayel had the audacity to laugh in your face as he gave the cavas a few strokes with the brush to accentuate some shadows. “It’s not finished yet, of course. I will accept no less than perfection,” he says slowly, words as methodical as his painting technique, “Specially when it comes to you.”
If you weren’t blushing before you sure are now. You shove him gently when he takes the brush off the painting, attempting and failing to hide how much he managed to fluster you.
Another long pause passed, but this felt more intimate, watching him closely add some details, switch between different size brushes for finer details. Rafayel sure went into his own bubble when he worked, yet he is always somehow very aware of his surroundings. At least at the moment he was.
“Not a lot of people get the privilege to watch me like this, so up close, let alone live. Are you feeling how privileged you are?” The tone of playful arrogance brings you back and pops the bubble of comfortable silence. But it does make you giggle.
These little moments make you fall deeper in love with him.
⟢ A/N: feels kinda funny posting my writing for the first time in the internet tbh. i usually only write for my friends/myself so i hope you enjoy my lil rot. it’s been raining so much in my area it gives me a very cozy vibe.
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🔁 reblog if you ship this couples like me...
[ come back for more to check for the newest because believe me when I said this will continue til the end of time ^^ because apparently I like collecting ships like collecting stamps or coins or cards. ]
in alphabetical order
9-1-1 - Eddie and Buck (Buddie)
9-1-1 Lone Star - Carlos and T.K (Tarlos)
Addicted - Gu Hai and Bai Luoyin (Heroin)
Addicted - You Qi and Yang Meng
Alles was zählt - Deniz and Roman (Dero)
All of Us Strangers - Adam and Harry
Arrêstes avec tes mensonges - Thomas and Stéphane
Animal Kingdom - Deran and Adrian (Derdrian)
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Aristotle and Dante (Aridante)
As The World Turn - Noah and Luke (Nuke)
Brothers & Sisters - Kevin and Scotty
Call Me By Your Name - Oliver and Elio (Olio)
Casualty - Jez and Mickey
Class - Matteusz and Charlie
Cuffs - Simon and Jake
Days Of Our Own - Sonny and Will (Wilson)
Dead Boy Detective - Charles and Edwin (Charwin)
Degrassi - Dylan and Marco
Degrassi - Miles and Tristan
Degrassi - Riley and Zane (Ziley)
Demain Nous Appartient - Rayane and Jack (Jayane)
EastEnders - Christian and Syed (Chryed)
El Cor De La Ciutat - Iago and Max (Maxiago)
El juego de las llaves - Valentin and Daniel
Emmerdale - Robert and Aaron (Robron)
Eu Não Quero Voltar Sozinho and Hoje Eu Quero Voltar Sozinho - Gabriel and Leonardo
Élite - Omar and Ander (Omander)
Eyewitness - Lukas and Phillip (Philkas)
Fellow Travelers - Hawk and Tim
Fisica O Quimica - Fernando and David
Free! - Makoto and Haru (Makoharu)
Free! - Rei and Nagisa (Nagirei)
Free! - Sōsuke and Rin
Freier Fall - Kay and Marc
Glee - Blaine and Kurt (Klaine)
Goede tijden, slechte tijden - Lucas and Edwin (Ludwin)
Grey's Anatomy - Nico and Levi (Schmico)
Hannibal - Hannibal and Will (Hannigram)
Hawaii Five O - Steve and Danno (McDanno)
Heartstopper - Nick and Charlie (Narlie)
Hit The Floor - Zero and Jude (Zude)
How To Get Away With Murder - Connor and Oliver (Coliver)
Hunter X Hunter - Leorio and Kurapika
In The Flesh - Simon and Kieren (Siren)
Interview with The Vampire - Lestat and Louis (Loustat)
Julie and The Phantoms - Alex and Willie
Kuroko no Basket - Aomine and Kise (Aokise)
Kuroko no Basket - Kagami and Kuroko (Kagakuro)
Kuroko no Basket - Kiyoshi and Hyūga
Kuroko no Basket - Midorima and Takao
Kuroko no Basket - Murasakibara and Himuro
Legacies - Ben and Jed
Les Misérables - Enjolras and Grantaire (Enjoltaire)
Love and Deepspace - Sylus and Xavier (Crowstar)
Love and Deepspace - Zayne and Rafayel (Snowfish)
Love Simon - Simon and Bram
Love Victor - Victor and Benji (Venji)
Man In An Orange Shirt - Steve and Adam
Man In An Orange Shirt - Michael and Thomas (Berrymarch)
Mario - Mario and Leon
Matthias & Maxime - Matthias and Maxime
MCU - Steve and Bucky (Stucky)
MCU - Spiderman and Deadpool (Spideypool)
MCU - Wolverine and Deadpool (Poolverine)
Merlí - Pol and Bruno (Brunol)
Merlin - Arthur and Merlin (Merthur)
Merlin - Percival and Gwaine (Perwaine)
Mo Dao Zu Shi / The Untamed - Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian (Wangxian)
Nadie Nos Va A Extrañar - Alex and Rafa
O Beijo do Escorpião - Paulo and Miguel
One Live To Life - Oliver and Kyle
Oz - Chris and Tobias
Please Like Me - Arnold and Josh
Please Like Me - Geoffrey and Josh
Prisma - Daniele and Andrea
Queer As Folk - Ben and Michael
Queer As Folk - Brian and Justin (Britin)
Queer As Folk - Drew and Emmett
Queer As Folk - Ted and Blake
Raw - Geoff and Pavel
Rebelde -Luka and Okane
Red White And Royal Blue - Alex and Henry (Firstprince)
Roswell New Mexico - Michael and Alex (Malex)
Rykter - Mathias and Erik
Salatut Elämät - Lari and Elias (Larias)
Sala Samobójców - Aleksander and Dominik
Schloss Einstein - Noah and Colin (Nolin)
School 2013 - Heungsoo and Namsoon (Heungsoon)
Sense8 - Lito and Hernando
Sex Education - Adam and Eric
Shadowhunters - Magnus and Alec (Malec)
Shadowhunters - Raphael and Simon
Shameless - Ian and Mickey (Gallavich)
Skam - Even and Isak (Evak)
Skam Belgium (Wtfock) - Sander and Robbe (Sobbe)
Skam France - Eliott and Lucas (Elu)
Skam Germany (Druck) - David and Matteo (Datteo)
Skam Italia - Niccolo and Martino (Martinico)
Solo - Oskar and Milo
Spartacus - Agron and Nasir (Nagron)
Spartacus - Barca and Pietros (Bietros)
Station 19 - Travis and Emmett
Suits - Harvey and Mike
Supernatural - Dean and Castiel (Destiel)
Tatort Saarbrücken - Adam Schürk and Leo Hölzer (Hörk)
Teen Wolf - Danny and Ethan
Teen Wolf - Derek and Stiles (Sterek)
The Eagle - Marcus and Esca
The Halcyon - Toby and Adil
The Magicians - Quentin and Eliot (Queliot)
The Maze Runner - Newt and Thomas (Newtmas)
The Night Shift - Drew and Rick
The Old Guard - Joe and Nicky (Joenicky)
The Silmarillion - Melkor and Mairon (Angbang)
The Society - Sam and Grizz
The Walking Dead - Aaron and Eric
Torchwood - Jack and Ianto (Janto)
Verbotene Liebe - Oliver and Christian (Chrolli)
Voltron Legendary Defender - Keith and Lance (Klance)
Waterloo Road - Preston and Kai
Young Royal - Wilhelm and Simon (Wilmon)
Yuri! On Ice - Victor and Yuuri (Victuuri)
... to be continued ...
❣ Give me some recs pls ❣
#poolverine#spideypool#buddie#tarlos#wilson#jayane#chryed#philkas#klaine#hannigram#narlie#zude#coliver#brunol#merthur#firstprince#malex#malec#gallavich#evak#sobbe#elu#nagron#wilmon#siren#wangxian#angbang#sterek#loustat#destiel
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Across the Galaxy: Chapter 2
Hunter x OC 18+ (warnings will be given before certain chapters)
I woke to the feeling of the ship rumbling to a stop, jostling slightly as the landing gears kicked into action. I stretched my legs as I realized I was lying down in a bunk, blanket stretched over my shoulders and I sat up. I remembered getting out of the fresher, feeling more clean than I could last remember, and stumbling to the bunk that Hunter had gestured to before he moved to the navigator's chair. The bunk was simple with one pillow and cool sheets but the blanket smelled smokey and warm, a scent my senses vaguely associated with Hunter now as he had brushed past me.
“Morning,” Echo smiled, slipping the last of his armor on as he headed towards the cockpit, “We just landed at Ord Mantell so we’ll be headed out soon.”
I rubbed my eyes and followed him, smiling as Wrecker eagerly handed me a stick of dried jerky,
“Breakfast! Last of the rations.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his glove, smacking his lips dramatically, “Can me and the kid go on a supply run this time, Hunter?”
I followed Wrecker’s gaze to the clone sergeant who slid down from the cockpit, his helmet resting against his hip as he shook his head in amusement,
“We’d be out of credits if you were in charge of buying supplies.” He said good-naturedly before his eyes moved to me, “Sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you.” I rubbed my arms, the soft black fabric of the extra clothes he had given me smoothing against my skin, “It was kind of you to give up your bunk.”
“Don’t mention it.” Hunter bent his head, the few tendrils of brown curls disappearing as his helmet slid into place. “Let’s get moving, boys.”
I followed the clones out of the ship, taking in the busy streets of Ord Mantell as they wove their way expertly through the crowd. Beside me, Omega watched as I looked around in wonder at the various stalls, merchants, and haphazard buildings that made up the inner city.
“Seedy, isn’t it?” She asked and I looked down at her in amusement.
“Where did you learn that word?” I laughed.
“From my friends we met in Corellia, Trace and Rafa.” Omega explained, “Just wait until you meet Cid.”
The clones stopped at a door the slid open, revealing several steps that descended into a darkened bar. It was mostly empty with a few scattered patrons playing games on holoscreens set up between booths and barstools. Behind the bar stood a Trandoshan female with jewel green scales, beady eyes, and a scowl that crossed her expression as she turned to face the Bad Batch.
“Well!” She exclaimed, placing her claws in her hips as if she were scolding her children, “It’s about time. I was about to send a search party for you lot.”
“Glad to hear that you care about us, Cid.” Hunter’s voice sounded even more dry through the modulator of his helmet. “Muchi is in the cargo hold. You can have her once we get our cut of the bounty.”
“What, you expect me to bring her here on a leash?” Cid scoffed, “Her owners will be at the landing bay to collect her.” Her reptilian eyes slid over to me and she looked me over head to toe. “What’s this? Found a pretty little lady to ease your nerves?”
“This is Iona.” Hunter turned slightly to me, his voice sounding weary and I guessed that he had been dealing with this Cid long enough to know that she got on his nerves. “She was part of the Zygerrian slaves and we took her with us.”
“How much did she cost?”
Cid’s comment made Echo tense, “She wasn’t for sale.”
“Relax, grumpy.” Cid waved her hand dismissively, heading towards the back of the bar where another door slid open, “Get back here and discuss your cut of the bargain, dark and broody.”
Hunter took of his helmet, meeting my eyes as I mouthed, “Dark and broody?” And his eyes crinkled, hinting at a smile before he followed Cid.
I looked around, “So, this is what you do for a living? A grab and go crew for a slimy Trandoshan bartender?”
“We didn’t have a lot of options.” Echo admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “Cid used to be an underground contact during the Clone Wars for the Jedi, so I figured we’d be able to build some credits before moving on elsewhere.”
“The credits are sufficient.” Tech agreed, “But it would be more helpful if our cut was not 40% of each job we completed for Cid.”
“I’m sick of talking about Cid.” Wrecker complained, shifting his weight impatiently, “Another mission complete, kid. Let’s go get some Mantell Mix.”
Omega clapped her hands, jumping high to smack the upraised hand of her brother before turning to me. “It’s tradition.” She explained solemnly, “Mantell Mix for every successfully completed mission. Will you come with us?”
“Uh-“ I looked at the closed back door where Cid and Hunter had gone behind, briefly wondering how he trusted her enough to be alone with her. Tech met my eyes and a flash of understanding appeared in his expression as he paused his typing on the data pad.
“Hunter will be fine.” He stated simply.
“Lead the way, Omega.” I replied to the expectant girl beside me, letting her and Wrecker bounce out of the bar and back into the busy streets of Ord Mantell. The dim setting sun cast an orange glow across the pavement, reflecting off of the various metal and glass of the buildings in a hazy ambiance. Wrecker and Omega beelined for a stall selling cartons of popcorn mix, eagerly tapping their cartons together in a sort of cheers and munching immediately,
I wandered from stall to stall, looking interestedly at the merchandise as I listened to Omega chatter. Even though I had just met the group of clones, I felt safe with a Wrecker trailing beside me and his sister and it was a feeling I could get used to.
“Omega!”
We all turned at the sound of Hunter calling and Omega trotted up, brandishing her Mantell Mix and her older brother obediently took a kernel, used to her instance of sharing. I waited until he reached us and he slowed his steps, allowing Omega and Wrecker to walk a few paces ahead of us.
“Did you get paid?” I asked, trying to make small talk with the leader of the squad as we walked. He nodded,
“It’s never guaranteed with her. Depends on what kind of mood she’s in.”
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
Hunter lifted one of his shoulders in a shrug,
“She calls it a ‘mutually beneficial arrangement’ but it’s becoming less and less mutual by the week.”
“Then why do you stay with her?”
Hunter was quiet for a minute and the hustle and bustle of the streets filled the silence between us before he answered carefully.
“We’re…deserters. We fled once the Empire took control and we’ve been on the run ever since we took Omega from Kamino.”
I looked at him from the side as we walked, tilting my head slightly upwards. His eyebrows were furrowed, creating a little ridge above his sharply carved nose as he was lost in thought, his lips pushed out slightly with his frown. Dark eyes slid down, meeting mine as he returned my look,
“What is it?” Hunter asked.
“Nothing,” I was embarrassed to be caught staring and refocused my attentions forward, “You seem to really care about your family. They’re lucky to have you, you know.”
Hunter’s lips tilted upwards and his shoulders relaxed at my brief compliment. We turned a corner and we reached a small motel with candles lit in the rounded windows. Omega and Wrecker scampered inside and I followed, giving Hunter a small smile of gratitude as he held the front door.
“We stay here sometimes to get away from the ship.” He explained, “Tech and Echo are loading the Marauder for our next mission but we thought you could use some rest sleeping in a real bed.”
Once again, I was surprised at the thoughtfulness of the clone brothers towards a stranger they had taken in. Omega was inspecting every corner of the small room, opening cupboards and standing on tiptoe to look at the streets below. Wrecker put down a carton of Mantell Mix by the nightstand and gave me a wink,
“For when you get munchy later.” He explained before taking Omega’s hand. She turned her attention to me, her warm brown eyes sparkling as she grinned,
“You’ll be back tomorrow, right?” She asked, “I want to show you my target practice with my crossbow.”
“I’ll be there.” I assured her, watching as Wrecker led her down the stairs, leaving me alone with the sergeant. He had reached into his pack and brought out a bundle, handing it to me quickly as he spoke,
“I bargained with Cid for some better fitting clothes. I’ll be back in the morning to walk you.”
“Hunter-“ I put out a hand to stop him, as he was already moving away. His eyes landed on the hand resting on his armor-clad forearm before looking at me again, the same feeling of warmth expanding in my stomach unexpectedly and I dropped my hand. “Thank you. I promise as soon as I can find some work, I will pay you back.”
Hunter nodded, hesitating for a split second before reaching into his belt for a communication device. He handed it to me, his fingers closing mine around the device securely as he spoke, “This is connected directly to our encrypted comm channel. If you need anything or any of us, use it.” Before I could respond, he turned and quickly headed down the stairs, closing the door behind him.
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Today Rafael Casal liked and commented on my Hunter X-05 cosplay on Twitter, he gave me my very own hunter name of X-06, which is such an honor, I am beside myself.
Brad/X-05 is one of my favorite characters of all time, this is a dream come true moment, I hope he knows how much this means to me
Thank you so much Rafa, you made my entire year!!
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You're a Hunter x Rafa shipper?? THAT'S SO RARE THESE DAYS (I found ur old posts lol)
hahaha, I was and probably still am, though I've not yet seen the latest TBB episode where, apparently, Hunter x Fennec makes an interesting argument :p
#asks#hunter#i have no serious feelings about Hunter because he seems to have no serious feelings about anything but keeping Omega safe#though his demonstrable anger at Crossbald a couple episodes back was hott ngl
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≡;-꒰ 𝐋&𝐃𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑, 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔
╰┈➤ ❝ caleb x reader | rafayel x reader | xavier x reader | zayne x reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni
tags : collection of drabbles, afab!reader, car racer!reader pwp (without plot), good luck sex, reward sex vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, heavy petting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, soft sex, slow sex, rough sex, praise, dirty talk, cursing, use of pet names "miss hunter" "miss bodyguard" "angel" "baby" "sweetheart" "darling" "pipsqueak", lmk if i missed any tags !!
On the day of an important race, the boys would ensure you would be spoiled to no end.
Ღ ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ ; ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴇx
Caleb groaned against your ear, pressing his cock deep inside of you before slowly pulling out, repeating the same motions. You watched as his eyes closed out of pleasure, and you smiled—this had been his idea, having insisted that he'd wanted to wish you good luck for your race today... Yet you knew that he was holding back for you.
Your hands ran over his arms, cooing—"Aw, Caleb, you're being so gentle... What happened? I thought you liked doing me in rough, hm?"
"Shit. Careful what you're asking for, pipsqueak. Wouldn't wanna make it hard for you to walk on your big day."
His words almost made you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as if to pull him in for a kiss. "Thank you, Caleb," you whispered, nuzzling him. "It is nice to have a little extra luck like this, even when I know you'll be there watching me."
A moan fell from your lips as he stilled, feeling the rush of his warm release coating you.
"Oh, I'll be watching, alright, miss hunter." The tease in his voice was back, despite the evident breathlessness in the way that he spoke. "This should give you a proper good luck charm, right?"
For good measure, he pulled out of you only to plug his cum back in with his fingers, looking at you with a wink.
Ღ ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ ; ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴇx
"Beautiful."
A kiss on your jawline.
"Captivating."
A kiss on your shoulder.
"Absolutely divine."
Rafayel brought his lips to your neck next, watching as you threw your head back with a moan, his teeth grazing your skin before biting down onto your soft flesh.
"R-Rafa! Please—"
His hips snapped into you, unrelenting in their pace. "Oh, but that was a show, miss bodyguard," he teased, and you could feel the smirk on his lips. "You're good at it, I'll give you that. It was a joy to watch you race, see you cross the finish line with ease... And might I say that you looked..."
Rafayel licked at the bruise he'd made on your neck, and then leaned up to whisper in your ear—"...Radiant, in that suit."
You whimpered, eyes rolling back, trembling with release for the third time that night.
"Mmh... Fuck, yeah.... Just like that, baby..." He grit his teeth as he felt you lock him tight in your walls, but he didn't stop there—Spurred on by another moan of his name, his cock twitched inside of you, and he started to move once more. "Ngh. Been thinking of taking you like this the whole damn time..."
"Ah—! Rafayel, shit—"
"Yeah? You like that? Then say my name again, princess."
And suffice to say you'd be moaning his name all night.
Ღ xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ ; ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ꜱᴇx
"M'sorry, angel..." Xavier mumbled soft words of apology, looking into your eyes with a pout. He had you cradled in his arms, a gentle roll of his hips as your eyes fluttered, feeling lulled into comfort by the rhythmic drag of his cock against your walls.
"Mmm," you sighed, tilting your head up for a kiss that he gladly gave to you—breathless, and tender, just like the way he was sliding in and out of your heat. "It's okay, Xav... Really, you don't have to apologize..."
It was the day of your autorace; a bi-monthly event in Linkon City that most of its residents came by to watch. You, having loved racing since you were a kid, had worked hard to be selected as one of its participants—you could say it was somewhat like a dream to you, and Xavier knew just as well how much you'd been looking forward to this day.
Yet, he wouldn't be there.
While Jenna had been considerate enough to allow you a day free of missions, the same had not been true for your partner. The Wanderers wouldn't rest just because you did, after all... And Xavier was upset about it, but you understood. You couldn't ever bring yourself to be mad at him, after all.
But here he was, trying to make it up to you by giving you that slow, comforting morning sex that he knew you always loved.
He left fluttering kisses all over your face, before sighing. "I know. I just... I wish I could see you..." His forehead rest against yours. "But I know you'll do so well, angel. I promise I'll be home as quick as I can."
Ღ ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ; ʀᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴇx
Earlier this morning, he had been nothing but sweet to you. Soft strokes of your hair, a little chuckle escaping his lips, and then a short remark of observation—"You're too easily flustered, sweetheart."
He'd never take any chances by riling you up before your race, so that was all he did, but he made sure to remind you very carefully to please take care of yourself, and please not to push yourself too hard.
With a kiss for good luck, Zayne couldn't be there at the race itself—you knew it, and he knew it, and now, for that, he was making it up to you.
He'd gotten home late, and you were already lying in his bed, lazily scrolling through your phone... You barely had time to react before you were pinned underneath him, a familiar glint in his amber yellow eyes that made you squirm.
"I heard my darling did well today," he'd said with a smile, "and for that, I would think she deserves a reward. Would you like that, sweetheart?"
You knew better than to meekly nod your head, and responded with an eager yes, and here you are—hands pinned against the headboard, cock drilling into you deeply, moans of his name spilling out from your opened mouth like chants of a prayer.
"Good girl." He praised you, forehead pressed against yours, eyes drinking in your every expression. "My good, good girl. You did so, so wonderfully well today."
It was the best reward you could have dreamed of, and it was just like Zayne to know exactly what you wanted.
Good girls deserved to be pampered, after all.
⁺₊ / an: i took a lot of liberties with this one, but this was a cute, fun little request to kill some time with!!
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#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#lnds#l&ds#love and deepspace smut#love & deepspace smut#love and deepspace x reader#love & deepspace x reader#love and deepspace caleb#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace zayne#love & deepspace zayne#love & deepspace xavier#love & deepspace rafayel#love & deepspace caleb#caleb x reader#caleb x you#rafayel x reader#rafayel x you#xavier x reader#xavier x you#zayne x reader#zayne x you#ʚɞ*.゚. lnds#✿˖°. roxiemini#*ੈ♡. rose garden#divider by cafekitsune#divider by mikeykuns
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WIP ask game 😏
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!
CAPTIVE (The Bad Batch x The Walking Dead crossover, Crosshair x oc)
Crash (upcoming Shiloh x School Bus Graveyard fic, eventual Sawyer x Chloe)
Immortal Heart (my main fic, eventual Hunter x Rafa, eventual Crosshair x OC, ongoing Ventress x Quinlan)
No pressure tags!!
@chaioticcoffee @feeling-uncomfy @aesira-of-orion @locitapurplepink @saphiranishimurashan @aintinacage @trapezequeen @emerie-karr
Feel free to copy and paste or reblog if you want to join
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Well, I don’t have links quite yet, but I have two WIPs that will be out very soon:
1. Compass Pointing North. My take on the behind the scenes of TBB season 2, following Rex and Echo’s attempts to free the clones. It will start out sounding like @dystopicjumpsuit and I shared the same brain cell when we saw the Marauder pulling away from Trace and Rafa’s garage 😆 and then take a very different turn from there. DJ made me these absolutely lovely dividers based on my vision of Rex as the North Star for all the clones. 🥹🙏🏻 favorite part is simply that we didn’t get to see any of what they were up to for the rest of season 2, and I have a lot of emotional scenes and conversations that I want to see happen between Rex, echo and the rest of the batch.
And 2. I have a short Hunter x Reader fic that will probably be split into two parts so that those who want to skip the smut can still enjoy the story. I am close to finished on part one but ran out of steam over the holidays, but I should have it up soon. It will be titled This Is It For Me. 💀 my favorite part is just exploring Hunter as he starts to care for someone, and also I ended up developing a really complex backstory for the Reader that I think is really fun (and would make a good longer story although I doubt that I will ever flesh it out).
Am I gonna start something for every day of the week? Not that I'm aware of, LOL. But let's give this a try? Maybe I'll alternate fanfic and fanart... Or make a separate day. Who knows.
Fanfic Authors: What are you CURRENTLY working on (choose ONE, haha) and what's your favorite part about it?
Don't be shy, share a link! 🤓
#the bad batch#star wars#tbb#captain rex fanfiction#tbb hunter fanfiction#Hunter#captain Rex#fanfic friday#fanfiction writer#wip
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It scares me that there are people out there who ship Hunter with Rafa Martez.
Let’s hope that Filoni doesn't make this ship canon…
#star wars#star wars: the clone wars#the bad batch#star wars: the bad batch#tbb hunter#tbb#arc trooper echo#tbb tech#captain rex#tbb crosshair#tbb wrecker#the bad batch era#martez sisters#rafa martez#trace martez#hunter x rafa#please Filoni don’t do it#that would be the worst ship ever#plus what about all those Hunter fangirls? did anyone think about them?
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I am the only one who kind of thought there was a little something happening between Rafa and Hunter.
There was definitely some sexual there. Fanfic writers you have your task, get to it
#star wars#the bad batch#bad batch 6x06#tbb spoilers#sw tbb#bad batch#hunter x rafa#rafa x hunter#rafa martez#tbb hunter#clone force 99
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Damn Clones
Rating: T (some bad words, because Rafa deserves to cuss)
Word Count: 2257
Pairing: Rafa x Hunter
Summary: "Decommissioned” from Rafa’s perspective. Because you just can’t deny there was definitely some chemistry between her and Hunter.
A/N: This is my first Star Wars fic! I haven’t written in a long time so I wanted to stretch my writing muscles. Please let me know what you think!
Clones. It just had to be clones.
The employer said it was supposed to be an easy in and out mission. Trace went through all that trouble swiping the employee uniforms specifically so it would be an easy in and out. But of course nothing in Rafa’s life could ever be easy.
Everything about this mission was a bust, starting with this shaky kid aiming a damn Zygerrian crossbow at her. Who in their right mind gave a kid a crossbow? Obviously this clone she was now fighting back to back with was the one who thought it would be a great idea.
There was something different about this clone than the ones she had interacted with in the past. Most clones had a rigid stature and a solid, commanding voice. This one did have that solid voice, but the sarcastic “Should I have let the droid shoot you?” threw Rafa off her game. They weren’t supposed to be funny.
After the Republic fell and the Empire rose in its place, all of the clones seemed to have transformed into droids, with no sense for right or wrong, only following the Emperor’s orders. But she was on a mission for the Rebellion and this clone not only didn’t kill her, but saved her life.
And damn if he wasn’t a good shot. For the first time in a long time, Rafa found herself not looking over her shoulder as much, instead focusing on the targets in the peripheral. When she noticed he hit the first few droids perfectly on target, she stopped checking her six. Once he started moving through the platform, she followed right behind him.
Even when talking through the comm with Trace, she was amazed at just how in sync with this clone she was. In the close quarters they were pinned to, an enemy didn’t have the chance to get close to them without getting blasted. They didn’t bump into each other once either, something that always seemed to happen when she was in a shoot out with Trace. They just seemed to flow.
The crossbow kid’s voice rang through his comm, loud enough that Rafa could make out the distress in it. The clone barked an order to her then went to work taking down the support beams. Damn his clone.
“Who put you in charge?” she yelled, refusing to leave her position. She’d be damned if she was about to jump off this post and break her ankles.
But of course she didn’t have much time to think when she heard the support bars under her crack and she had to tuck and roll to the platform below. Damn clone.
Rafa immediately got to her feet, cursing to the clone running from her. Blaster fire cut her curses short, however, and she jumped back. She did take one last look at the clone, who was currently running full speed toward the screaming kid. It was like he had blinders on; he didn’t care at all about the droids or the molten metal, only focusing on getting to the kid and fast. It reminded her of all the times she went chasing after Trace when she was younger .
Damn it, Rafa, pull it together! Tuck and roll to the nearest cover and get to blasting. She finally found a spot, just big enough to hide her and this oversized uniform behind. It wasn’t two steps close to the cover, however, that the ground gave way underneath her and she fell down, hard. Damn clone taking out the support beams probably had something to do with the fall.
The three of them, the clone, the kid, and Trace, all just stood there as she regained herself from her fall. This was all getting to be way more than she signed up for.
After a snarky remark and a shot to an advancing droid, she just wanted to finish this. “Well, this has been a real treat, but as you can see the tactical droid is ours,” she said.
“We can debate this later,” the clone said. Like hell they would. It wasn’t up for debate. “If we want to get out of here, we need to work together.”
“Fine, but I still don’t like you,” Rafa bit back. Even if he was an impressive shot.
“I’m used to it,” he replied. Were all clones this sarcastic? Because this one seemed to have a sarcasm that could rival her, even on her best days.
The clone led them over to, you guessed it, more clones. It couldn’t ever be just one, could it? They needed a diversion to get these damn droids off their back.
Trace set to work on the tactical droid head while she and the clone from earlier provide cover fire. It was taking way too long, and her ears seemed to be ringing with the sound of blaster fire.
Out of nowhere, another clone dropped from above. They were just dropping from the sky at this point, weren’t they? This one didn’t pull out a blaster and instead set to work, wrecking the droids with his hands and making quick work of them.
Rafa smirked back to the clone from earlier. “Now him I like,” she said. She had to resist the urge to give him a wink.
Once Trace’s plan worked and the battle droids joined in, it didn’t take long for the group to escape into Trace’s ship. As soon as the doors closed, R7 had the ship in the air and flying far from the warehouse.
Thank the maker that was all over. Once inside, Rafa and Trace both deposited their helmets onto a nearby counter space. Rafa really didn’t want these clones on their ship, but she couldn’t lie to herself and say they didn’t help her. Especially the lead one, who saved her life and had her back.
The clones seemed a bit nervous to make themselves at home, but once Rafa and Trace seemed to relax they did too. They took off their helmets and found spots to sit, and this was the first time Rafa could see their faces. They looked… different from all the other clones she had seen. Back on Corousant, you could sometimes catch an off-duty clone at a nearby bar, drinking and looking for a quick hook up before their next mission. Rafa herself had flirted a few times, but only enough to swipe from credits from their pockets.
Back then, Underworld residents began to memorize the clones faces. They could change their hair, get tattoos, it didn’t matter. Once they took that helmet off they all had the same face underneath. These clones though, they were different. Similar faces, but their own quirks. They were different from the regular clones, that was easy to see.
When the leader of the bunch, Hunter was what the crossbow kid called him, took off his helmet, Rafa wasn’t going to lie that she did a double take. Clones changed their hair all the time, but this was the first time she saw one with such long hair. He let it loose too, not pulled up in a ponytail or a bun. Half of his face has a skull tattoo on it. That must have hurt like a motherfucker,” Rafa thought in her head.
Still, there was something about him Rafa was uncomfortable with. He was a great shot, a good leader, and damn it he was actually good looking. How could she think a clone was good looking? It had to be the adrenaline talking.
Once everyone was settled and Rafa made sure R7 was going to the right coordinates, she joined in the conversation about the droids head.
“Whoever Cid’s buyer is isn’t going to be happy,” the kid said.
Whoever the buyer was? Rafa and Trace were risking their lives to get this information to the Rebellion, to the people who were going to help end the Empire’s tyranny, and they were just giving it to a buyer? Oh, nuh uh. This was not going to fly.
“Let me get this straight,” she said, turning to Hunter, who obviously concocted this dumbass plan. “You know how dangerous the information on the tactical droid is, but you didn’t know who you were giving it to?”
“We’re being paid to acquire and deliver, not ask questions,” Hunter responded, crossing his arms over his chest. Was it just Rafa or did his voice get huskier when it wasn’t screaming?
After Trace explained how they were trying to get this information to a better cause, a question that was on Rafa’s mind since the second she saw the clones finally came out of her mouth.
“Why aren’t you fighting for the Empire? Isn’t that what you clones do now?”
Trace seemed to cringe at that, remembering for a moment what they faced. Once the Empire rose, clones invaded the underground and forced her and Rafa from their home. Everything they had built up after their parents death seemed to wave them goodbye as they left in Trace’s ship, barely able to get out. As they left the planet they saw full platoons of the white armored clones, stopping and arresting any living being who was just trying to make a living in the galaxy. The sisters were lucky they weren’t sitting in a cell right now.
“Not all of us. We’re different,” Hunter replied.
Rafa could almost believe it, almost believe that the man she found back to back with could be on her side. But he was a clone, and somewhere deep in there was that urge to fight for the Empire and eliminate anything that gets in their way.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” she said, and walked back to the cockpit.
It was a short flight back to the hangar where he clones kept their ship. As soon as Trace’s ship landed, the clones made themselves scarce, happy to get back to their own lives and go past this disappointing mission. Rafa and Trace followed them down the ramp, hoping to say goodbye to these weird clones. Most of them just gave the sisters a nod, but the kid turned back, and so did Hunter.
“You should come visit us sometime!” she said with a huge grin on her face. She had this young naivety that reminded Rafa of Trace before their parents died. Back when the galaxy was a happy place and she couldn’t wait to explore it all.
“Keep working on that bow, kid,” Rafa remarked. She didn’t want to be on the other side of some kid with shaky noodle arms ever again.
“I will. Bye!” the kid said, running off.
As Trace walked back to the ship, Rafa put her hands on her hips and gave a small smile at the kid. She really was just like young Trace, and it reminded Rafa of simpler times.
“Here.” Rafa was struck out of her reminiscing by Hunter, who handed a piece of metal out to her.
“What’s this?” she asked. As if she needed a souvenir to remind herself of the mission that got ruined by some clones and a kid.
“Tech copied the tactical droid’s intel to this data rod before it got destroyed,” he said.
Ok. Now this was weird. They had exactly what they needed, but instead of keeping it and getting the money, he was just giving it to her? There had to be a catch.
“Why are you giving it to us?” she asked as he began to walk away.
Hunter turned back around with a smile on her face and the thought of ‘Oh no he’s hot’ crept back into Rafa’s mind. “You’ll use it for the right reasons.” ‘Oh no he’s hot and thoughtful.’
“Huh. Maybe you are different,” she remarked, clearing her head of any thoughts.
Hunted turned back to her. “To be honest, things were clearer when we were just soldiers,” he said. Oh maker, was he opening up to her? What was it about Rafa that made her seem like the person to open up to?
He had a point though. Things were clearer for her too when she was just trying to make some credits, scrounging enough so she and Trace could eat at night. Now, after being forced from her home and planet, things seemed murkier than ever.
“Take it from me,” she said. “In the end, we all choose sides.” She turned and walked back into the ship, feeling Hunter’s eyes continuing to watch her from behind. Of all the times for Trace to get a uniform size too big for her, where Rafa couldn’t show off any of her assets. Any other outfit and she could have this tattooed man eating out of the palm of her hand.
Once she got to the top, she tried her best to resist the urge to turn back. Keep that air of mystery about her. But once she looked at the data stick and remembered his generosity, damn it she turned back. The kid was already waving goodbye to her, and she waved back. That kid was going to turn out alright with a bunch of clones. Her performance today showed as much.
She saw Hunter subtly look over his shoulder, but turn back to the kid quickly. That wasn’t going to be the last time she saw those clones, she just knew it. She hoped that, in the end, they could choose the right side.
But hey, they were just a bunch of clones.
#star wars#the bad batch#bad batch#hunter#hunter x rafa#rafa martez#hunter x rafa martez#martez sisters
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