This was @the-bi-space-ace's idea to let your imagination run wild by putting Echo in a situation (finding something (or someone) unexpected in the ship)
My mind is full of stories, I adore Echo, and I've dared to give shape to one with words.
This is the first time I've shared anything longer than a paragraph; I hope you like it, and please forgive me if there's anything strange I didn't notice, English isn't my native language.
No warnings, suitable for all ages, tenderness and a spark of anguish.
The ship was silent, save for the sounds of basic maintenance, a faint hum that reached him through his feet like a gentle vibration. It was a feeling that made him a little nervous; he associated it with the peace before a battle, the men reviewing lists and supply crates, no one in the mood to talk, the countdown had begun, and when it reached zero, no one knew if they would ever return.
Years had passed, the objective had changed, but the nerves, the unease, and the memories remained. He didn't know if thinking about everything that had happened still hurt the same or if he had simply grown accustomed to it. He took a deep breath; he would do better to concentrate on what he still had to do. He started by checking the medical resources and noting what was missing so he could ask Lena for it.
Opening the cupboard, everything seemed in order: bandages, bacta, injections… the boxes for the folding stretchers were at the bottom, although instead of the fifth box, there was a tangle of blankets. Someone hadn't returned the last one used. Echo sighed deeply and made a note of it; it wasn't that hard to put things back where you found them… He bent down to remove the blankets when noticed the lump move slightly. It was also emitting a soft murmur, like Batcher when she was sound asleep and snored in his sleep. He didn't quite understand the animal; it was a bit wild and overly affectionate. He removed the blanket, wondering what strange reason had led it to get in there to sleep.
Where the animal's toothy grin should have been, there appeared a small head of dark curls and big eyes, its face rosy and a little embarrassed at having been caught.
"What are you doing here, little one?" Echo wanted to scold him, but he couldn't look into those eyes without smiling.
"I'm coming with you," he replied, trying to sound confident. He was really trying, even though he couldn't pronounce all the letters properly yet.
"And where do you think we're going?"
"Out there, in the universe, to free soldiers."
"Are you sure you know how to free the soldiers?"
"Yes, you look them up on uncle Rex's tablet, go to the planet, open the doors of their traps, and bring them back here." Echo tried not to laugh. The little boy was already out of the closet, standing upright with his backpack, exuding all the confidence of his five years.
"Well, yes, that's what we do, but I think you're still small, and the trap locks are high. You won't be able to open them." The little boy stared at Echo for a few moments, processing the idea of large traps and high locks. “I’ll ask Gregor to lift me up!” he said resolutely, head held high and his little hands clasped tightly.
“It’s dark here too,” Echo replied.
“Really dark?”
“Really. You’ve seen how my helmet works. I’ll be able to see, but you’ll need a flashlight.” The boy became very serious. Echo knew this was his weakness; he was afraid of the dark. He said monsters would sneak up behind you and breathe in your ear to scare you, making you drop your flashlight so they could steal the batteries.
“Well… then… maybe mom’s right and I need to grow a little more to go with you to save soldiers…”
“Yes, sweetheart, I think that’s for the best,” Echo replied, unable to stop smiling.
At that moment, they heard hurried footsteps on the ship’s ramp. A voice from outside called out nervously, shouting the boy’s name.
“Ian! Ian! Where have you gone?” "If you dared hide here, dad was going to be furious!"
The little boy took off running towards his mother and passed right by her without stopping.
"Where are you going?!" She tried to catch him, but he was quick and slippery.
"I'm going to have a snack, see you later!" He turned for a moment, made a shooting gesture with his hand while was smiling slightly and kept running.
The woman sighed deeply, one hand on her chest; the relief of having found him was obvious. Echo approached her and put his arm around her waist as they watched Ian run across the square.
"I'm not going to be angry because he hides here, you know that, love."
"Yes, I know, Echo, but I have to threaten him with something or he'll never listen to me."
He chuckled softly; his son reminded him more and more of Fives every day. It didn't make any sense, but they shared that cheekiness, that smirk, and that sparkle in their eyes.
He looked at Lena, his wife, his life partner, and thought about how life turns out. She was smiling, and he felt that same dizzying rush he'd felt the first time she looked into his eyes and smiled at him.
"Shall we have some snaks too?" Lena asked.
Echo nodded; he couldn't speak, still amazed by all the good things in his life.
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briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home
The next chapter is here! Come get some fluff and pre-angst!
I was inspired to write something like this when I saw @scribblesofshadow ‘s Copacabana AU, which you should absolutely check out- her art is INCREDIBLE, and I have so enjoyed watching as she releases each character so far!! Her AU takes place in the WWII era, and I thought of all the letters the soldiers wrote home to their sweethearts. What would clone letters look like? I hope I captured just a teeny sliver of that here.
I also leaned heavily into @tanobatcher ‘s headcanons about Echo and how he would act in certain situations.
AND!! You should 10000% go read @poisondragon ‘s series based on letters to and from Rex. Seriously, go read that, it’s fantastic.
God I love being in a fandom full of creative people 🩷🩷
This is a short one- no warnings jump out at me, I just hope you enjoy ☺️ Also, I know the gif above is not of Echo, just use your imagination.
Summary: Echo and Mina exchange letters during the Clone Wars, with confessions about their hopes for the future.
Dividers from @ech0e
Mesh'la,
I just had a minute to send you a quick note. The fighting has been rough today- these droids can really put up a fight! But don't worry, me and the boys are giving them hell. We'll have the Separatists run off soon.
It's actually almost nice here. I don't even know what planet we're on, but I could find out, and we could come back when the war is over. There are beaches and trees as far as I could see, and the moon is so bright. It makes me think of your eyes. I miss you so much cyar'ika. I think about you constantly. I miss feeling you beside me when I wake up, all warm and cozy tucked in beside me.
Fives says hi and that he misses you too. Says he misses your tiingilar. I wish there was a way you could send us some- the camp cook is awful this time around. He always underbakes the bread, and then burns the meat. Have you ever had burnt tip-yip? It's terrible!
At least we have actual food this campaign, and we're not surviving on rations. Even burnt food is better than those awful bars I suppose. But I'm still counting down the days until I can have your cooking again.
It's quiet enough now to lay down, and I should get some rest. Who knows what's gonna happen tomorrow? The life of a soldier, I guess. Always a surprise.
I love you, ner mesh'la. No matter where I am, always. One day soon, this war will be over and we'll never be apart.
Good night my sweet girl. I'll see you soon.
Echo
My sweet soldier,
I miss you so much. I had such a rough day yesterday, and it made it so much better when I saw your letter in the mailbox. Part of the 104th had their first day of leave last night, and they nearly drank the bar dry! Then a few shinies decided to start a fight,and then the Corries showed up and it was a whole mess. I was so glad Ahna threw them out when she did.
Did you find out what planet you were on? A beach sounds amazing. Honestly, leaving Coruscant sounds incredible- I've never even been off-world! I hear Naboo has the best beaches, and Kashyyyk, too. I'd honestly like to go anywhere. I'm so tired of the city here. I just want to be with you, it doesn't even matter where we go. I miss the way you trail your fingers up and down my back so lightly I can barely feel it. I miss the way you kiss my eyelids before they open, like you're trying to keep me asleep. The way you nuzzle into my hair like you can't get enough…
Hi Fives :-P I miss you too! I'll make sure to get enough ingredients for tiingilar for all of us when you come home next. And I'll make sure the bread is done before I pull it from the oven ;)
I hope you're taking care of yourself as best you can can. Please rest and eat what you can. You have to keep your strength up! How else will we be able to take me to the beach?
I love you so much, my brave trooper. I can't wait for this kriffing war to be over and we can be together. We could settle down somewhere and maybe have a little garden. I would love to grow some brub berries or some Ecclessis figs. Maybe we could even have a little one running around?
I feel like I said too much now. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself and my mind starts to wander. Please come home safe. I love you so.
Mina
My star,
A little one running around? Mesh'la, I should be so lucky- I hope we have a whole brood. They'll all have your eyes and my hair, and we can have an entire farm if you want. I would give you the galaxy if I could.
We're on a new planet this time, not nearly as nice as the last one. We definitely won't be setting up a farm here!
I only have a few minutes again. I've been trying to rest more, which is hardly possible right now. The droids on this maker-forsaken planet are relentless. We're back to ration bars for food, and our medical supplies are getting low. The senate is doing negotiations for the new spending bill, but we're left on our shebs in the meantime. I know I was made for this, for war, but this isn't right. I have faith in the Republic though. They wouldn't depend on us to defend the entire galaxy and not provide us with what we need. I heard a rumor there's a pension bill in the works, too.
When I do get to rest, I see you. It's like you're right beside me falling asleep. Your mouth in a tired little pout like you always do, and your hair on the pillow. It helps me fall asleep so much quicker.
I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you this,but General Skywalker picked me and Fives for some kind of special mission. I probably can't say much, but a few of us and some of the boys from the 212th are headed to help a Jedi break out from somewhere I've never heard of. He says it could be dangerous, but I'm not afraid. This is what I was made for, right?
No matter what happens, I'll come home to you. Don't worry. There's no one in the entire galaxy I'd rather grow berries and figs with. I love you, mesh'la. Always.
Author Notes: This is the smuttiest chapter to date. You won't hurt my feelings if you don't want to read it. You won't miss any major plot points. You can even DM me, and I'll give you an overview without any details, so you know where they are in their relationship. I am posting this without editing it again, I just need to post it before I chicken out, so pardon my mistakes.
Pairing: Hunter x Female OC
Word Count: 7575
Warnings: Brief discussion about birth control. Please don't use anything said here as a guide to your birth control choices. That's a personal thing. Very heavy making out and petting. Sexual situations in bed. Nudity. Breast play. Masturbation, female receiving. Oral sex, male receiving. Orgasms. Almost sex. Very imperfect attempt at sex. Some crying and general upset.
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The next weekend, Wren was ready for Hunter to come to her place again. She made him supper, and they played games. She had some games she'd brought with her from her parents' house, games she'd enjoyed as a kid. So, they played Yahtzee, Rack-o, Sorry, and Aggravation. It was a lot of fun, and she thought Hunter seemed to be enjoying it as well.
After the games, they went to the couch to watch TV. Omega was staying with Hera again, so he could stay as late as he wanted. They were taking their time relaxing and cuddling on the couch.
But Wren had something on her mind. She didn't know if she'd be able to ask him about it though. It was so far outside her comfort zone. But being that close to him for that long was really getting to her. Okay, I'm gonna do it. Just do it!
"Hunter…"
He turned his head towards her.
"Uuhh…would you…ummm…want to go to bed for a little while?" Even though this wasn't the first time she'd asked him that, she was much more nervous, because she'd been thinking about going further than they had before. She was still nervous about taking things to the next level, but she knew she'd always be nervous until she finally pushed herself a little bit. And she wasn't pushing herself for his sake, she didn't feel any pressure from him. She was trying to push herself for her own sake, because she wanted it. She wanted to be even closer to him.
His head tilted a fraction as he looked at her questioningly. "Huh?"
"Well, I just wondered…" She couldn't say it again. "Never mind," she mumbled.
"Nooo, Wren…what? I just didn't catch all you said. Was it something about bed?"
She sighed quietly, embarrassed. She couldn't believe she'd started this. "I just wondered…" Another sigh. "Would you want to go to bed for a while?" It was a whisper by the time she was done. His eyebrows raised, and she looked away quickly. "Forget it. It's dumb." She started to stand up.
He reached up and gently took her hand. "Hey. Don't do that. Come back here," he said softly but firmly. He pulled her carefully back to sit next to him. She sat but couldn't look at him. So, he reached over and pushed her chin up a bit with his fingers. "You want to go lay down? Together?"
She whispered again, "Yeah. But it's fine if you don't want to. I don't know what I was thinking." She shook her head.
"Yeah."
Her head popped up quickly and she looked into his eyes. "Really? You want to?"
"Yeah, absolutely! We've done it before. I'd love to. Come on." He stood up, pulling her up with him, since he still held her hand.
He walked to her bedroom, with her trailing behind. When he reached the door, he turned in and dropped her hand. "So, did you have anything specific in mind? Do you just wanna lay down together and snuggle?"
"Yeah, that's a good place to start."
His eyes widened, but she didn't see, as she was getting ready to change from her pants into shorts. "Did you want anything to change into? I think I might have a pair of lounge pants that would fit you."
"No, if you don't mind, I'll just take off my jeans."
She nodded and said, "Yeah, sure, that's fine." She couldn't help but watch as he took off his jeans and draped them over the back of her chair. She was still overcome by how good his legs looked. She took a deep breath as quietly as she could.
While he was turned she quickly changed out of her jeans into the shorts she usually slept in. She pulled the bed covers down and crawled over to her side.
He lay down after her, rolling over to face her. She reached out and took his hand, pulling it back to hold against her chest. "Can you feel my heartbeat?"
"It's pretty fast." He whispered as he leaned towards her, "You need to calm down. Deep breaths, in and out." He led her in slow breathing for a minute. "You doing okay?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks." She leaned forward and kissed him. Her hand came up to his cheek. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tentatively reaching out to touch his lips. He opened his mouth, and she felt his tongue waiting for hers. Then she felt herself getting hotter…and wetter.
She didn't have a set plan when she asked him to lie down, but one was quickly taking shape. She wanted to have sex. Tonight. She began kissing his cheek, his jaw, and on towards his ear. Her hand moved around to the back of his head to thread through his curls. He growled, the growl she'd grown to love.
She pulled back. "Hunter. I…" she couldn't finish. He waited. She looked up at him, but quickly looked down again when she saw him looking back.
"Hey. What's going through your mind?" He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her cheek now and then.
She took a deep breath, let it out, and said, "I was thinking, maybe…" She felt like she was going to pass out. "Maybe we could have sex."
She was whispering again and couldn't make herself look at him. So she didn't see the look of shock on his face. He didn't expect her to say that!
"Sex? Like, actual sex-sex? Intercourse?" He wanted to make sure he understood what she was saying.
"Yeah," she said quietly. Then she looked at him, her face burning. She saw his adorable smile, and it eased her anxiety a little bit. He looked excited.
"You're sure?" He wanted to make sure she was really thinking this through.
"Well, I think I am. I've been thinking about it for a while. And tonight it just felt…right. But if you don't want to-"
"No, that's not it!" he said quickly. "I want to. I just want to make sure you do." He lifted her chin again and made her look into his eyes. He tried to gauge how she was feeling. She didn't necessarily look scared, just a little apprehensive. But most people would be their first time.
"I do. I really do," she said as he dropped his hand. She looked back down, sighed again, and said very quietly, "I love you, Hunter. And I want to be with you. Close to you." She felt her throat closing up and tears stinging her eyes.
He was quiet for a few moments, gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm. "Okay, if you're sure."
He kissed her again, this time with more force. He nipped gently at her bottom lip, then leaned her back until she was lying down. He began kissing down her jaw to her neck, and she shivered. He moved his hand very slowly under her shirt, just enough that he could touch her skin. She felt very warm. He began moving her shirt up.
"Is it okay if I take this off?" She nodded. He bent down and kissed her right under her bra. Her quick inhale was shaky. "Is this still okay?" He looked up at her trying to read her expression.
"Yeah, it's more than okay." She honestly felt like she would be devastated if he left tonight without them having sex.
He attempted to pull her shirt over her head, forgetting she still had her glasses on. It got caught. "Oh, hang on," she laughed quietly. He was relieved to hear that, if she could laugh hopefully she wasn't too scared. She reached up and took off her glasses, setting them on her night stand. Then he removed her shirt, tossing it down the bed.
She started scooching his shirt up in the back, her hands trailing across his muscles. He sat up and quickly pulled it over his head, tossing it to the end of the bed also. She looked up at his bare upper body, her hands immediately reaching for the hair trailing down into his underwear. She could see his penis getting harder and larger. She was a little nervous about that, but she still didn't want to stop.
He leaned back down and placed his mouth over one of her nipples through her bra. "Fuck!" she whispered, almost as a hiss. She brought her hand to the back of his head, holding him gently against her.
"Is it okay if I take this off?" he asked while running his finger under her bra band. "Yes," she whispered. She lifted up enough that he could reach under her to unclasp it.
After it was loose, he didn't immediately take it off. He looked into her eyes again and said, "You're sure?"
"Yes," she repeated while nodding, pulling the straps off her shoulders. But then she left the rest for him. He started pulling the bra away from her, almost reverently. When her breasts were free, he stared. Long enough that she started getting nervous. "Hunter? Are they okay?" There was worry in her voice as she looked down at her chest.
"Wren, I told you before, they're fucking beautiful. And somehow, I think they got even more beautiful since then." He said it quietly, but there was something in his voice…was it awe? "They're perfect." His hands moved, but before he made contact he asked, "Can I?"
"Yeah, definitely." She gave him a smile. She was starting to feel a little more comfortable with this idea. The look in his eyes made her feel like she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand. His thumb rubbed lightly over her nipple, and she inhaled quickly.
"Can I use my mouth?" He looked into her eyes again as she was looking up at him.
"Yes," she whispered.
He lowered his head to her breast and immediately took her nipple in his mouth. He groaned very quietly, and she felt it vibrate against her breast. She felt a sort of electricity going through her body, beginning right where his mouth was attached to her. She kept massaging the back of his head.
After lavishing attention on one nipple, he moved to the other and did the same. She was practically crawling out of her skin by that point. She tried to discreetly move against him, trying to get friction against the ache between her legs. He must have realized what she was trying to do, because he started slowly and gently moving his hips against hers, his hard bulge right where she needed it.
"Oh, fuck, Hunter. Fuck, fuck, fuck." She chanted it quietly. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them and looked down at him, still at her chest, she saw he was watching her face. Then his tongue came out, licking slowly around her nipple. She moved her hips against his faster, harder.
He kissed back up her chest, up her neck, to her ear. He licked and sucked her ear lobe, and his breath was hot, causing her to moan. "God, you sound so good. I want to make you scream." He looked into her eyes again, and he thought he might have seen a little surprise. "In a good way! Make you scream in a good way!"
She smiled and laughed. "I knew what you meant. It just caught me off guard."
Then he moved his lips back to hers, kissing her slowly. He searched her mouth, as if he was looking for that spot that would make her call out his name. She opened her legs as wide as she could, allowing his whole, muscular body to fit.
His thrusts were speeding up, but he didn't want to come like that, so he stopped. When he did, she whimpered at the loss of friction. She whined, "Hunterrr," with a pout.
"Sorry, love, but I don't want to finish like that. And I want to get you more ready. Can I take off your shorts?" He looked down at her waistband, putting his fingers inside and snapping the elastic against her belly. She nodded, but he said, "Words, Wren. I need to know for sure I'm not doing something you don't want."
"Sorry, yes, please take them off."
She gave him a mischievous smile, and it actually caught him off guard. He reached down and kissed her again. He couldn't stay away from her lips. He sat up, putting both hands at her hips. His fingers went into her waistband, and he slowly pulled them down. He'd never seen her underwear, and he stopped and stared.
"Hunter…hello?"
She was starting to feel self-conscious. But there was no reason to feel that way. He was enamored with what he saw. She looked so beautiful, the pale yellow cotton panties sitting right below her belly button.
"Hunter?!" She said it a little louder the second time. He looked up at her. She was chewing on one of her thumbnails, looking nervous.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"You were staring, and I didn't know if something was wrong."
He reached up and took her thumb away from her mouth. "No, sweetheart. Absolutely nothing is wrong. You're beautiful. I'm just in awe, that's all. I was not expecting to be doing this tonight, so I'm still a little shocked."
"Okay, good." She gave him a sweet smile. "And you're sure you want to do this? If you didn't expect this, maybe you'd rather wait?"
"No!" He said it so suddenly, she startled. "Sorry, darlin'. No, I would not rather wait. Not unless you want to. And you can tell me at any point to stop, you know that, right? Just because we've gone this far, doesn't mean we need to go any further. No matter how far we go, I will always be able to stop, if you want. Okay?" He looked questioningly at her.
"Okay," she nodded as she said it.
"Please don't hesitate if you get scared and need to stop. Please." His sincerity was almost moving her to tears.
"I know, Hunter. I know. I trust you completely." She reached up and felt his chest, running her fingers through the soft hair there. "But for right now, I don't want to stop. Okay?"
"Right, okay."
"In fact, I'd like you to take my underwear off, please. If you want."
He smiled at her and nodded. "Yes, I want. Very much."
After he set her shorts aside, he ran his hands slowly up her long legs. They were smooth and soft. He loved the bit of squishiness he felt when touching her thighs. When he got to the waistband of her underwear, he took hold, slowly beginning to pull them down. They were below her hip bones when he stopped and looked up at her face. It looked like she was holding her breath. She nodded at him, and he pulled them down to her mid-thighs. Then he stopped, his eyes staying on her legs. When he looked up to her face again, he quietly asked, "This is okay?"
"Yeah, it's more than okay."
So, he pulled them the rest of the way off her legs, and over her feet. He tossed them on the floor. He leaned over and kissed her thighs, moving up to her hip, and then kissed up her belly. "God, you are beautiful. Look at you." And he did. Look. He looked from her face down to her feet. And back again. He reached out and caressed her legs, her belly, her breasts, her face.
She reached up and put her fingers at the waistband of his boxer briefs. She ran her fingers around his waist, raising her eyebrows at him. He nodded and said, "Yes, please."
She pulled down slowly. When his cock sprang free, she literally gasped. It was quiet, but it was a gasp. His penis looked so big. Even though it was probably average size, she didn't see how it was going to fit. She'd had her fingers inside herself many times. But that didn't even compare to the size of him. Not even two of her fingers.
He lifted one leg up awkwardly to allow them to be taken off his leg, and then did the same with the other leg. She tossed them near where he'd thrown hers. She reached for him, but stopped right before touching.
"Can I?" she asked.
"Hell yeah," he said with a smile. But that smile faltered when she put her hand around his cock. He expected a light touch, not a full grip. He hissed and said, "Fuck." He dropped forward with his hands on the bed, one on either side of her.
She pulled her hand away quickly. "I'm sorry!"
He shook his head, "No, it's a good thing. I just wasn't ready. That's all. I definitely want you to do that again. But right now, I'd like to get you ready." He moved his hand to her thighs, travelling towards the point where they met. He paused, "Can I use my fingers? Outside and inside? I want to try to open you up a bit, so it will be easier for you."
She nodded, then remembering, said quickly, "Yes. Yes, I'd love that."
He gently pushed her legs apart and began slowly walking his fingers up her inner thigh. "I'm going to touch you now." After he saw her slight nod, he began stroking her very lightly. She closed her eyes, moving her hips the tiniest bit. After a couple of minutes, he slowly circled her entrance with his finger, coating it with the wetness that was there. "Are you ready? I'm going to take it very slowly. Please, let me know if it hurts at all, okay? I don't want you to hide that, thinking I'll be upset. I won't. But I will be upset if I find out later you were in pain and didn't tell me. Okay?"
She nodded, then said, "Yes, I understand."
He nodded, then slowly pushed inside, keeping his eyes on her face, looking for any discomfort. He moved little bit by little bit. She closed her eyes again, and he stopped. "Does that hurt?"
She shook her head, then opened her eyes and said, "No, it doesn't hurt. It feels really good. Please, keep going."
He nodded and smiled at her. "My pleasure, sweetheart." Then he pushed further inside, moving his finger around a bit as he went. Trying to slowly make more room. She was tight, that was for sure. He really didn't want to hurt her. She closed her eyes again, and started breathing heavier. She made little whimpering and moaning sounds now and then as he continued working his finger around inside of her. When he curled his finger, he hit a very sensitive spot, and her head came up off the pillow. "Oh, fuck!" She grabbed the sheet tightly with her hands. "Fuck, Hunter. Fuck!"
"Did that feel good?" He smiled at her, almost deviously. "Really good?"
"Oh my god, yes." She laid her head back on the pillow but kept the sheets tightly in her fists. She was beginning to move against his hand more.
"Do you think you can handle another finger?" he asked.
She opened her eyes and said, "Yeah, I think so. I wanna try anyway." She smiled when she saw the smile that broke out across his face.
"Okay, here goes." He brought another finger to her entrance, slowly pushing inside until it joined the other as far as it would go. He began gently moving both of them at the same time, in a scissor motion. He was trying to open her up more, because he was concerned with how much pain he might cause her. He wasn't a big guy, probably average, but she was so tight.
"Oh god, that feels so good." She held her arms up to him, letting him know she wanted him to lean down. When he did, she put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him desperately, as if she wanted to crawl inside him. She felt pretty full with just two of his fingers. But his fingers were a lot thicker than hers. So, she tried not to worry about what would come later. It's what she wanted. And she trusted him.
She knew she would probably come before much longer. She was getting closer and closer. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated again.
He had to smile at what she was saying. He brought his mouth to her nipple again and sucked. Hard.
The sounds he made were obscene, and she was lost in them. She could feel the pressure building deep inside, and she knew she was close. She whispered, "I'm so close…Hunter. I'm almost…there." She wanted him to know in case he was getting tired. Although she doubted he was, because it hadn't been very long. Or she didn't think it had been. It could have been five minutes, an hour, or a day, and she wouldn't know. She was lost to the sensations that were coursing through her.
She couldn't believe this was happening and was trying to store away every little moment. And then her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, and she felt like she was going to pass out. She couldn't see, so she just closed her eyes. He leaned down so he could put his nose in her neck, and then whispered close to her ear, his breath hot, "That's it, sweetheart. Take all you want."
He kept moving his fingers as her orgasm subsided. She didn't know how long that lasted, but she definitely knew it was longer than any she'd had by herself. "Fuck, that was amazing," she whispered. Her throat was sore from her heavy breathing, moans, and whimpers.
She watched as he pulled his fingers out of her and lifted them to his mouth. He kept eye contact as he licked his fingers clean. She bit her lower lip watching him. She thought she might orgasm again just by watching that. She held her arms up to him again, and he brought his body down on top of hers, his nose and mouth going to her neck again. He inhaled and licked, tasting her salty sweat. She giggled at the tickle.
He pulled his face back to look at her. He kissed her, saying against her lips, "I love you."
"I love you too." She kissed him again.
But then he realized they hadn't discussed a couple of important things, because she'd caught him off guard this evening. He moved so he was lying down beside her. "Wren, I don't have any condoms. I didn't expect this to happen."
"That's okay, I'm on the pill. That's enough for me. Unless it's not for you, which is fine if so. We can wait."
"It's been over a year since I was with anyone else, and I've been tested since then, so I'm clean."
"Well, as you know, I haven't done anything, so I have to assume I'm clean. And I trust the pill, so if you do, we're good to go."
He looked at her, making sure she was being honest. It looked like she was sincere. He kissed her again. "Okay, that's settled. But…the other thing is lube. I would have brought lube, since it's your first time. Are you sure you want to try without?"
"I'd like to try, yeah. Maybe it will be fine? It's too late for me to want to go out to get some, and I'm not sure what would even be open that would sell that, so I say we try without."
He looked into her eyes again, making sure he didn't see fear, and said, "Okay, we'll try and see how it goes. Just let me know if it's too much, okay?"
"Yeah, okay. I will."
He lay there for a couple of minutes, slowly running his fingers up and down her hand and forearm. Over to her belly. She tried not to think about how soft it was, how it wasn't flat. Finally, he quietly asked, "Would you like to be on top?"
"What?" she asked, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Would you like to be on top for this first time? It might be more comfortable for you. You can set the pace, the depth…" She covered her face with her hand taking a deep breath. "Wren? Are you sure you want to do this? If you don't, that's okay, I promise."
She could hear the sincerity in his voice. "No, I really do. I just hadn't thought about being on top."
"Well, you don't have to, I just thought it might be better for you at first." He stroked her hair softly, running his fingers over her cheek and down her neck.
"That actually sounds like a good idea. I'm just going to be a little more embarrassed, I think. Just let me turn the hall light off, so it's not shining in here."
She got up to do that. He watched her walk away, admiring her ass as she went. She felt his eyes on her and turned to look, feeling her face heat up as she saw him watching her. She turned off the hall light, which made the room darker.
"Is that okay? I didn't want so much light, not for this first time."
"That's fine, sweetheart. Whatever you're most comfortable with." The street lights were shining in the window, so he could at least see her a little bit. He was lying on his back at that point, and he held his arms up to her.
She crawled over to him, leaning down to kiss him again. A good long kiss. Their hands and lips explored slowly. Finally she said, "Okay, I'm ready. Or as ready as I'll ever be."
He patted his belly with his hands and said, "Here, sit here." She awkwardly lifted one leg over his waist, and gently sat down on him. "You can put more weight on me than that, because you will need to relax. If you're tensed up from trying to hold yourself up, then it might not go as well. So, come on down."
So, she did. She put her full weight on his torso. He could feel her wetness on his stomach. She was so warm. He was trying to breathe normally, he didn't want to scare her, but being this close to fucking her, and yet not fucking her, was becoming a bit of a strain. But he was not going to rush her. It's just he'd been waiting for so long… Breathe, Hunter, breathe.
She shifted down and began rubbing herself along the length of him. He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. His hands went to her waist, trying to keep her from moving too much. It was good for his cock to be coated with her wetness, hopefully that would help with the no lube situation, but he didn't want to come yet.
"Okay, are you ready?" he asked, his voice a bit rougher than normal.
"Yeah, ready."
"Okay, lift up a little bit." He helped her raise up, and position herself over the head of his cock. "Good, now brace your hands on my chest." She did that. He looked up at her, and she nodded at him.
"Here we go." He let go and she started to lower herself. But he was barely in at all, just the very tip, when she stopped. She hissed as if it hurt. "Wren, is it hurting?" The concern was thick in his voice.
"Nooo…it's just a lot, that's all. I'm still okay for now."
He quietly said, "Easy…easy…breathe, sweetheart, breathe." He held onto her hip with one hand, trying to keep her from going any further down, but his other hand started caressing her thigh, her other hip, her side, her breast. Just trying to distract her from what was happening.
She moved herself just enough to get a slightly different angle, and he entered her a tiny bit more. But then the pain started. Not just a little sting, but pain. She felt like he wasn't going to go any further without hurting a lot. And she started to panic. She stopped, closing her eyes. She felt tears starting to form, but she didn't want him to see. Even though there was pain, they weren't tears because of that, they were tears of frustration and emotion.
"Wren, talk to me. Are you okay? Do you need to stop?" He moved her hair out of her face.
"Just for a second. I just need to wait for a second." And with that she moved herself off him and lay down beside him. "I'm sorry," she whispered. And then she was crying.
"Hey, hey, Wren. Wren? Look at me." So she looked up, and he saw the tears running down her cheeks. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. We'll stop. We need lube, that's all it is. I should have known better than to try. Shhh, it's okay."
"I wanted to do this so bad. But I got scared."
"I know, shhh, it's okay. We'll just try another time. It's fine."
"But that was such a tease! Your tip was...inside, and then I stopped! Who does that?! I'm sorry!"
"No, don't apologize! You have nothing to apologize for." He pulled her head to his chest. "This is normal, sweetheart, nothing to be bothered by."
She lay there for a few more minutes, sniffling, soaking up his warmth, and feeling his callused hands smoothing over her back and sides. "Hunter…"
"Yeah?"
"I want to try again. Is that okay?" She sounded worried, but determined.
"You don't have to, we can wait until we have lube."
"But I don't want to wait. I want to have sex with you. Tonight." Her voice broke.
He looked at her and sighed. He held her face in his hand, running his thumb along her cheek. "Okay, if you're determined, we'll try again." He lightly smacked her ass. "Mount up, sweetheart!"
She laughed quietly, and sat up, situating herself on top of him again. He held onto her hips, holding her up. He was still rock hard, so she took him in her hand, holding him in place as she positioned herself over him. He started to lower her again. She heard him inhale sharply from the stimulation. His hands were gripping her hips tightly. She had to imagine she would have bruises, but she didn't mind. She thought she might even like that. Evidence after-the-fact that she actually did this.
But then she felt the sting. The stretch. The pain. And the panic. What the fuck! What is wrong with me. Millions of people do this every fucking day! Every minute of every day. What is wrong with me!
She'd seen porn, she'd seen penises bigger than his, and women seemed to be fine with them. What is wrong with her. She's a full-grown woman. Was something wrong inside of her? Maybe her vagina was too small for sex. Maybe she'd never be able to do this. She would never be able to be with the man she loved. She couldn't ask Hunter to stay with her if she couldn't have sex with him. She was spiraling.
And the tears were falling again.
"Wren…Wren…Wren!" The last time was louder and more forceful. It broke her out of her spiral. She looked at him, and he saw the look of devastation on her face. "Wren, love. It's okay."
"No, it's not. I can't do this. I want to do this, but I can't." And then the sobs.
"Hey, hey, come on." He lifted her up and over so she was on her back next to him. "Wren…" He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, feeling her tears. "You're fine. You're gonna be fine. I shouldn't have tried this without lube. That's on me. Please, don't worry. It will be totally different once we can use that. Believe me, it will be fine. Come on, sweetheart, don't cry. Please."
"But what if it doesn't help. What if I just can't do this. I want to so bad, Hunter. I want to be with you." More sobs.
"Shhh…shhh," he stroked her hair, holding her face to his neck. "It's okay. It's gonna be okay. You're fine. You're fine. Trust me. You trust me, right?" He pulled her head back a little.
She looked at him and nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Okay, then trust me when I say it will be okay. We'll get lube, we'll try again, when you're feeling up to it. And we'll just take baby steps. It will happen in time. But we're not going to rush anything. I don't want you in pain, and I don't want you scared. Okay? So let's just lay here for a while, and think about how much we love each other. How about that?"
She sniffled as she nodded.
"Okay, good." He kissed the top of her head. "You're good. We are good."
It was quiet for a minute. She was lightly running her fingers up and down his thigh and abs. "But what if…" she couldn't let that thought go. She didn't see him close his eyes and take a moment to figure out what he wanted to say.
"What if what? What if we're never able to have penis-in-vagina sex? If there is something that will keep us from that forever? I honestly can't imagine there will be. BUT…if you want to think of the worst case scenario, as I know you like to do…" He tickled her as he said that, and she couldn't help but laugh, trying to wriggle away from his fingers. "Even in the worst case scenario, there are plenty of other things we can do. Plenty. There are couples who don't have this type of sex, ya know. People of different orientations, with different parts, different feelings, different wants and desires, and they can still be loving couples and be physically satisfied. It is possible. So even IF for some reason, your body is not set up for this, we'll be fine. I promise. Because I love you. And you love me…or so you said…"
"Of course I do." She looked up at him, so he could see the sincerity in her face.
"And would you love me less if there was something about my body that kept us from having that type of sex?"
"No, of course not!" She moved her hand up to his chest, and lifted herself up a bit so she could look down into his eyes. "Nothing could make me love you any less. Nothing. You have to know that."
"Yeah, I do. And you have to know I feel the same about you. Yeah?" He moved her hair out of her face, and she laid her head on his chest.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I'm just disappointed, that's all. I really wanted to do this tonight."
She had a small pout on her lips, and he wondered if she realized how adorable she looked. "When did you start planning this?" He was genuinely curious how long she'd been planning.
"Oh, I didn't plan. It just happened after you got here tonight, and we were on the couch. And I just kept thinking of my bed back here, just 25 feet away from us, and I started getting hornier and hornier." She laughed at herself.
"Oh, well, listen to you, little miss vulgar. Do I make you horny, baby?" He used a ridiculous accent, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing. He joined in as he squeezed her tighter.
After she stopped laughing, she said, "Yeah, you do. I couldn't get it out of my mind once the thought planted itself."
"Well, we'll have plenty of other times. I'll get some lube, and I'll leave it here for whenever we want to try again. But no hurry, don't rush yourself." He kissed her head again.
She turned her head and kissed his chest, his soft hair tickling her face. "Do you wanna stay here for a little bit longer? Just hanging out. Oooorr…."
She moved her hand to his still very erect penis, softly running her fingers down the length and back up again. She heard his sharp intake of breath. She looked up at him, and he was looking at her.
"Watcha doin'?" Then he cleared his throat after realizing how rough he sounded.
"Well…I can't do the other right now, but my mouth is working fine." She kissed his chest as if trying to prove her point. Then she shifted up a bit and took his nipple in her mouth.
He hissed again, bending his knees up so he could plant his feet and arch into her. "Fuck, Wren."
Then she started moving her mouth down his body, trailing kisses as she went. When she looked back up at him, his eyes were closed, his hand over them. His other hand was trailing up and down her spine and into her hair.
She paused and waited for him to look at her. When he realized she'd stopped, he looked at her with his eyebrows raised. She raised hers at him and motioned to his penis with her head. "You don't have to do that, sweetheart. I'll be fine. It'll go away in a little bit."
"And what if I want to do it?" She stuck her tongue out and licked his stomach where some pre-cum had landed.
"Oh god, that was fucking hot." He took a deep breath. "If you want to, I'm not going to stop you. But you really don't have to. I'll be fine if you don't."
"But you'll enjoy it if I do?" She wanted to make sure she wasn't pushing something on him he didn't really want.
"I'm sure I'll enjoy it if you do. I will definitely enjoy it."
She had never given him a blow job. Well, she'd never given anyone a blow job. But she'd watched porn, so she knew the basics. And she wasn't doing this just because she felt like she was a tease with the other stuff. She was doing this, because she loved him and wanted to do something special for him. She'd been nervous about it prior to this and wasn't sure how to bring it up. But since they were putting it all out there tonight, she thought this was as good of time as any to offer.
She turned her head and slowly ran her tongue down the length of his penis, then back up again. His hand tightened in her hair, but he made a concerted effort to not pull or push her head further down either one. As she reached the tip again, she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue against the most sensitive spots.
"Oh god. That is so good! Fuck!" His breath started coming faster, and his other hand was fisting the sheet. He was trying to keep his body still, and not fuck her face, but he'd gotten so worked up with their attempts at sex that he was having trouble reigning it in. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate.
He couldn't believe this was her first time. God, she was really good. And not everyone is, he knew that. He'd only been with two other women. He wasn't going to ask the first woman he dated to do it, because it's not something he necessarily wanted from just anyone. But the other one offered, and he said okay. But she wasn't good at it, so he told her the next time she offered that she didn't have to. Hopefully she didn't know why, because he didn't want to hurt her feelings. But Wren was really good.
He looked down at her and moved her hair out of her face so he could see her. Fuck me, that is a sight. She was so good with her tongue especially. The way she moved it made him about lose his mind. He was close. So close. One hand was holding his dick, and the other his balls. When she swallowed and squeezed him with her mouth, he knew it was game over.
He tapped her on the shoulder to let her know he was going to come so she could pull off. But she didn't.
"Wren, I'm gonna come. Quick. You need to pull off." But she just shook her head while looking at him and kept going. "I'm serious, I can't last any longer." He could see her try to smile around the cock in her mouth, and she again shook her head. Fuck, okay, he wasn't going to argue with her about it. He couldn't wait any longer. He groaned as his orgasm hit him hard, and he emptied into her mouth.
His eyes were closed, head thrown back, hand tight in her hair, other hand holding onto the sheet for dear life. She looked at him as she felt his cum spurting into her mouth. She didn't swallow though. She didn't think she could do that yet. If ever. She didn't hate the taste as much as she thought she might, but she didn't really like it. And the warmth of it felt strange.
Once he was done, she pulled her mouth away and reached for a Kleenex on her bedside table. She quietly spit all she could into the tissue and tossed it in the trash can. His eyes were still closed. She reached for the water bottle she kept by her bed and took a few drinks, swishing out her mouth. She did that more for his sake than hers. She didn't know if he'd want to kiss her and taste his own cum.
After putting the water bottle back, she laid down next to him, resting her head on his chest. She put her hand on his belly, playing with the hair there, waiting for his breathing to go back to normal.
As it slowed down, he brought his hand to the back of her head. He started stroking her hair. And her arm. And her back. She looked up at him, and he was looking back. She reached up and kissed him sweetly. "Hi."
He smiled and said, "Hi. You feeling okay?" He ran his fingers up and down her arm.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm still a little disappointed in myself that I got too freaked out to actually have sex, but other than that, I'm fine."
He leaned his head down to kiss the top of her head. "You'll be able to at some point. There's no hurry."
"Well, we've known each other for more than six months, Hunter. I don't think that's a hurry." She laughed quietly.
"Well…things have always moved a little slower for us, and that's perfectly fine. It's just how our relationship is."
"Yeah, because of me. Because I'm such a baby about stuff." She was starting to sound a little harsh.
"Hey, you. Don't be hard on yourself, okay? I won't allow it." He gave her a hug. "No one is mean to you in my presence, not even you!" He chuckled. "We don't have to be like anyone else. We can take things at our own speed."
"Do you want to have sex with me?" She sounded small when she asked that.
"Yeah, of course! Wasn't that obvious tonight? I definitely want to have sex with you. But not to the point where I'm going to let you be in pain or pressure yourself. I can wait. It will make it even better when we actually do it. Which I'm still convinced we will, no matter what your brain tells you." He tapped her head with his finger.
She squeezed him in a tight hug. "Thank you so much, Hunter. You are so patient with me. I wear myself out, I don't see how you can stand it sometimes."
"Hey, I'm in love. That's all that matters. I love you, everything about you, whether you think it's good or bad, I love it. Because it's you. So you have to stop beating yourself up about this, okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Then she dropped her eyes down to his penis, which she hadn't really focused on since they finished. It was soft and she couldn't stop herself from touching it. She looked up at him as she lightly caressed it.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Watcha' doin' there?"
She saw the tiniest bit of a smirk. "Just touching it. I'm surprised how much I like it. I really thought I'd be more scared of penises. And maybe I would be of others, but not yours. It's friendly." She chuckled and hid her face in his chest, moving her hand back up to his belly.
"Well, he definitely likes you. And is looking forward to getting to know you better. In due time." His low laugh rumbled through her ear. And before long, they were both asleep.
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How have I grown so attached to these characters? This episode is a whirlwind of emotions. Hunter is so adorable, Wren so brave! They deserve the best, and they're going to get it.
Request idea: A Tech finds out that in a different dimension, maybe even Creator Friend’s dimension, he/TBB are the subjects of some very VERY interesting R+ rated stories. 🤭🥸
Content Warning: Adult Themes... sorta
What did Creator Pal accidentally show Tech?
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Omega, her first call to the boys after joining the rebellion, but not this.
Some headcanons about how the guys react after she hangs up, since they've been keeping it together during the call.
You can include Echo and Tech, it's up to you.
Thanks!☺️
I’ll never say no to including Tech and Echo. I also think the only one on Pabu at the time is Hunter so I'm going to write all of these based off of that :D
Hunter
is immediately depressed. sinks into a 'everything is so dull' kind of depression
goes for a very long walk along the shore
thinks of calling one of the others but... doesn't because he just needs a minute
Calls Wrecker about an hour later who has also just got done talking to her
They sit on the comm the rest of the night
Tech
has been on some remote planet for months and is getting the call unexpectedly
is in his ship that is filled to the brim with interested plants and he just got done finding a new bug on the planet that he spends half the call talking about (don't worry they both like talking about bugs)
hangs up and is like... well now there's no one else who is interested in what I learned... feels a bit lonely as he is looking around
theeeeeeen he calls Wrecker because he KNOWS Wrecker will want to hear about this
Crosshair
he's currently on a ship home from what was a last minute training mission with a group Echo was helping settle into a new rebel cell. someone has to teach the newbies how to hit every shot 100% of the time. it's the last time he's helping and they all know it
hangs up and sighs reaaalllll big then leans his head back to close his eyes and may or may not try not to worry/cry
Wrecker
Is on a fishing trip with some people he met while traveling with Tech. Things got pretty science-y and he needed a break
They finally let him throw some dynamite into the water and blow the fish up to see what would happen
When he hangs up the phone he rejoins the group and he’s teary eyed
They ask what the call was about but he just tells that that someone he loves called for the first time in a long time
Echo
Is standing on a platform with a new group of rebels who have just been trained. They will take over the cell Echo has been in charge of for years now.
He has her chattering in his ear as he looks over their gear and ships one final time
As she hangs up he tells them they’ve done well and he trusts them with the mission at hand
As he finally boards his own ship one flies over head and a hand waves at him
He smiles to himself before taking off to meet Rex and Wolffe. They’ve settled somewhere that they want to show him
And why it’s one of my favourite scenes in The Bad Batch
Okay, so it should go without saying that I absolutely adore every single scene of Echo and Omega, their dynamic is just *chefs kiss*
But the small moment we get of the two at the market with Omega's newly acquired doll is just everything to me, and here's why:
So first thing's first, Echo is making space for a little girl in a busy market. And he is letting her take up space, he is letting her be a child in a galaxy that forces them to grow up too quickly. He shares her curiosity and childlike wonder with her, I'd go so far as to say he encourages her to lean into her innocent wonder.
Echo gives Omega his full attention despite there being about a million other things he could be focusing on, they're in an unfamiliar setting surrounded by hundreds of people. And as Fennec later proves, not all of these civilians are safe. But still, he gives Omega his undivided attention when he could have easily insisted she wait until they're back on the Marauder.
And maybe I've just rewatched that scene one too many times because I noticed that Echo hunches over slightly, makes himself smaller when giving Omega his attention. He's a tall dude especially compared to Hunter but we see him visibly making himself smaller to converse with Omega, once again showing that she's quite literally the only thing that matters to him in that moment, rest of the galaxy be damned.
Perhaps my favourite detail is that Echo too fusses over the doll. He takes it between his fingers and cradles it with his scomp. A tool that he's come to use through necessity after being torn apart by the separatists, is what he uses to steady the innocent comfort of his sister.
Echo is so tenderly gentle with Omega and her doll here when he has every reason not to be gentle after what he's gone through. But we see it time and time again, especially with Omega, that he softens himself in her company. Moreso than when he's with the other Batchers.
Anyways...I love this man with my entire being and the compassion and kindness that he encapsulates is just *MWAH* 😚
Also, lowkey embarrassed to post something like this because I have NEVER posted these kinds of analysis posts. I fear my adhd brain makes my ramblings nonsensical and a bit sporicidal. But here's to pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones in the last checks calendar five months of the year
Aroace Echo confused over his brothers swooning at random people in 79’s perchance? I love your writing sm btw!!!
Well, thank you! I’m excited to get to write these situations and headcanons :)
Let’s goooooooo
I’ve always thought Echo would enjoy a club and this is no exception. He loves the bass and loud music and the energy of the room. He loves dancing and singing with everyone it’s a fun time. Boy loves a party.
Teases the hell out of everyone else. He has a lot of fun poking at them over it. How do you just find random people attractive? Is that a thing? Not even a standard six months of friendship first? Yeah, that’s not real.
Is polite when he turns people down but will snap if someone is too pushy. Has had to tell off someone for continuing to touch him when he has said not to at least three times. He has no qualms with telling anyone ‘no’ and it better get respected.
Watches Fives get absolutely love sick over three different people in one night and is like ‘why are you like this?’ which Fives responds to with ‘when you’re this beautiful you have to be open to anything’ and Echo is like ‘…….you mean when you’re this thirsty’ and then they bicker on the way home.
Echo is a question asker. He doesn’t just not understand or not get something and leave it at that. He has to know the details. He has to know why. So the first few times he watches everyone chatting and being interested in strangers he needs answers. The ‘debriefs’ after those first nights out are just him and Fives yapping about their different feelings on this and how Fives is kind of just down for anything and anyone and Echo is like ‘oh… ooooh’ and they find out they are both wildly different in this respect
But he is an excellent wingman regardless of not wanting to do the same. He will hang around and be funny and charming and anytime someone is starting to get maybe a bit too interested he doesn’t the whole ‘oh, have you met Fives?’ Talks him up and then grabs him and is like ‘you’re welcome’
Every time he’s gone to a club with Cody he is baffled by this man’s game. He is so charming and funny and he drops the professionalism and lets loose???? Cody???? Loves going with him because Cody doesn’t often leave with anyone he just likes to flirt and dance and then he’s like idk man I just didn’t find anyone that was right. Then spends the rest of the night talking about all the cool things Obi-Wan did on their last mission and how nice he is and how funny and on and on and on. Echo likes listening to him yap after a night out. Let’s Cody lay his head in his lap and just lets him talk.
When out with Rex they just hang out with each other. They watch the drinks of whoever is off tearing it up on the dance floor and they keep tabs on everyone but when they’re out together they mostly just talk. And then after a few drinks they’re both going all out in the middle of the crowd dancing like no one else is there and then it is Fives and/or Cody who have to make sure they don’t break a bone or start a fight. Fun times with those two together.
It’s a little off to the left of what you sent but my brain is taken by the Cody and Echo one so I’m gonna write a little about that:
“And then he flipped the tank over which was so cool and then it exploded, can you believe that?”
“Mmhmm,” Echo smiled as he hummed, looking down at Cody, running his fingers through the curls that were pillowed on his lap. It wasn’t often that Cody would talk so openly about his general - Obi-Wan - so when he did it was nice to have a front row seat.
“Oh! Then he was talking to the animals with his mind somehow? Or controlling them! I don’t know,” Cody gestured with his hands then let them flop down onto his stomach. His bright eyes were only more prominent against his booze-flushed skin, and they searched Echo’s face. “Are you laughing at me?”
Ever the observer.
“I wouldn’t dare.” Echo shook his head but didn’t bother to hide the smile. Cody’s expression turned grumpy but he still kept some of that grin he’d been sporting regardless. Echo tapped the end of his nose to be a bother, but Cody didn’t even bother trying to wave him away.
“If you had Obi-Wan as a general, you’d get it.” He reached up to try to boop Echo’s nose but he wasn’t coordinated enough to make it so he ended up coming him in the cheek instead.
“I don’t think I would, actually.” He replied, gripping Cody’s hand to pull it away, resting their clasped hands on Cody’s stomach again. The other man pondered it, playing with Echo’s fingers now that he had something else to focus on.
“Yeah, I don’t think you would either. That’s good, though because your general is Anakin and just no-”
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Echo always washes his face before bed. he hates having an oily face and even if he can't bathe at the moment he will at least wipe his face off. Same with his hands
prior to Skako he would also shave the second he saw stubble right before bed and also moisturize because he hates any sort of razor burn, especially on his face
does a perimeter check even if he's in a stable environment where he doesn't have to. it's ingrained in him at this point learned it from watching rex
stretches. always. if he doesn't his body will be stiff and hurt in the morning and he is sick of being in pain
if anyone else is awake he will always stop by to say goodnight
takes notes before bed if he was on a mission so his report is flawless
drinks a hot beverage to help get his body calm (but it doesn't always work)
puts off going to sleep as long as he possible can
will give it a good try to sleep by himself at first but often hates how quiet it is/how cold it is so he will find someone to buddy up with. loves Wrecker because he is big, warm, and he snores. perfect combo for Echo
➜ Chapter Summary: Rex continues to lead his men through Umbara under General Krell's harsh command. Meanwhile, you discover what truly happened to Ryker, and with some help, begin to piece together what truly lies in his logs.
➜ Word Count: 3.6k
➜ Chapter Warnings: Umbara, Graphic descriptions of death
➜ A/N: A little short/dialogue heavy chapter BUT I promise it's necessary for the plot. I'm also sorry I've been slow to update this! The past few weeks have been pretty busy, but thank you all for being patient!
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Chapter Sixteen on Ao3
It had been nearly six hours at this pace. Rex kept his eyes forward as his feet sunk into the spongy soil with every step. Behind him, the rows of the 501st trudged on in a sluggish formation, exhausted from two rotations without proper rest. It’d been two days of marching and skirmishes that flared up out of the fog with no warning before vanishing just as fast. More importantly, it’s been two days since General Krell came into this mess.
"Batallion, hold your pace!" Krell's voice boomed from somewhere up ahead, cutting through the static of the comms. "We are not stopping to catch our breath every time there’s an incline on the terrain!"
A ripple of quiet muttering moved down the line. Nobody dared say anything loud enough for General Krell to hear, but the exhaustion had long since curdled into something sharper.
"An incline," Hardcase repeated under his breath, dragging his rotary cannon up over his shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time. "That's one word for it."
"We've been walking since 0400," Jesse groaned, his voice thick with fatigue. "I don't think my legs remember what stopping feels like."
"You're not allowed to stop, Jesse," Fives grunted, adjusting the strap of his pauldron. "Stopping isn't by his book."
Tup trudged along near the back of the group, "I'd give anything for General Skywalker to walk out of that fog right now."
"You and me both, brother," Jesse sighed. "At least with him, if we push this hard, it's because we're actually getting somewhere. Not just because someone decided marching in circles builds character."
"We're not marching in circles," Fives tried to reassure the group, though there wasn't much conviction in it.
"Feels like it," Tup grumbled.
Up ahead, Rex said nothing. He quickly learned that agreeing with his men out loud, even quietly, was a risk he couldn't afford. Krell had ears everywhere it seemed, and loyalty from a captain who let his men grumble unchecked was loyalty that could be reported as insubordination. So, Rex kept his mouth shut and let his silence do the agreeing for him.
But that didn't mean he wasn't thinking it. Every hour of this brutal, purposeless march wore down on him just as much as it wore down on his men. Under Skywalker they’d been through worse than this and he never once felt like his men were being needlessly worn down like this.
Eventually, Rex’s thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely. He began to think of you. He thought of the last time he saw you. He wondered, not for the first time this march, where you were right now. Whether you'd made it back to Coruscant safely or, maybe by some miracle you were with Kenobi’s squad, staring up at the same sky he was, wondering the same thing about him. He wondered if you would have handled Krell differently. He almost smiled at the thought of you standing here instead of him, arms crossed, staring Krell down without flinching.
"Sir." Echo's voice pulled him out of it.
Rex blinked, refocusing on the trail ahead. "Echo, report."
"Nothing to report, sir. Just wanted to walk with you for a minute." Echo glanced at Rex. Even with his helmet covering his face, Echo could tell there was something on his mind. "You've been quiet."
"I'm always quiet during marches." Rex shrugged, stepping over a vine sprawled across the path.
"Quieter than usual," Echo pointed out. "And you’ve had this weird energy around you for a while now."
Rex huffed, "What weird energy?"
Echo leaned into Rex, just enough so his voice wouldn’t carry. "The one you get when you're thinking about something you know you shouldn’t be."
"It's nothing, Echo," Rex denied.
"If you say so," Echo sighed in a tone that made it very clear he didn't believe him.
They walked in silence, side by side for a while. Behind them, the whispering of the men continued. Fives was arguing with Jesse about something, Hardcase was humming some song he heard at 79’s under his breath, and Tup was quietly counting his steps like it might make the march go by faster.
It was Echo who broke the silence again. "Can I ask you something?"
"You're going to ask me regardless of what I say," Rex noted, "so go ahead."
Echo huffed, "Fair point." He hesitated for a second, glancing forward to make sure Krell was far enough away. "Do you ever wonder why the Council sent him? Krell, I mean. Instead of, you know, her?"
Rex went quiet, his eyes fixed on the glowing fauna towering over the path. It was a question he was running over since the moment General Krell stepped out of that gunship. After two days with him here, Rex was still to come up with a good answer.
"I don't know," he admitted finally. "I've thought it over more times than I can count and I keep coming up empty."
"She was just with us," Echo reasoned. "She has a similar leadership style to General Skywalker. It doesn't make sense that they'd overlook her for someone like General Krell."
"Maybe it's not about leadership style," Rex suggested. "Maybe it's politics. The Chancellor requested General Skywalker specifically. Maybe whoever they had on hand to fill the gap was General Krell, and that was how the decision was made."
"Maybe," Echo hummed, though he didn't sound convinced. "Or maybe the Council knows something we don’t? Perhaps they wanted an older Jedi in charge for Umbara."
Rex considered that. It made sense but it still didn't sit right. "I looked at her file. She's led men into worse than this and come out the other side.”
"I know," Echo nodded. "I read her file too."
"Then you know that's not it." Rex reiterated, taking a quick look back at the men trailing to make sure they were still keeping pace.
"Maybe we are overthinking it. What if the Council just didn't want to send her here. Perhaps somebody up there knows she'd fight for us the way Skywalker does, and that's exactly the kind of General they didn't want leading this mission."
Rex turned his head to face Echo, "That's not overthinking it, Echo. That's the worst case scenario."
"Maybe," Echo admitted. "But it would explain a few things."
Rex didn't respond to that. He didn't have anything to say because some part of him already considered the same thing and he didn’t like where that thought took him.
A high pitched buzz cut through the comms. Up ahead General Krell's next demand roared out, ordering the men to hold position while he took a transmission from General Kenobi. The men stopped, setting up a loose perimeter as they waited for further orders.
Echo exhaled, finally ready to tell Rex what he’d been wanting to say. "For what it's worth, I think you miss her much more than any of us do."
Rex clenched his jaw, "That's not exactly relevant to this campaign, Echo."
"No," Echo agreed. "But it's true, isn't it?"
Rex didn't answer, but the silence between them said more than enough. Up ahead, General Krell began barking orders at troopers too exhausted to do anything but comply. Rex tore his eyes away from the General and looked toward the horizon, where small green explosions echoed in the distance. He thought back to you and hoped that wherever you were right now, it was somewhere far safer than this.
"What are you doing here?" The question came out more aggressive this time, as your grip on your lightsaber tightened.
He didn't answer, he just watched you, his eyes reflecting the glow of your lightsaber with an unsettling calmness.
You took an involuntary step back and lifted your lightsaber between you. "I asked you a question."
Still nothing. He only tilted his head slightly, studying you, then raised one hand. You felt it before you see it. A ripple moved through the Force as your lightsaber flickered.
"No," you gasped, staring down as the blade from your lightsaber began to shrink back into the hilt. You slammed your thumb down on the activation stud, again and again, but nothing happened.
"Ignite it again," he instructed calmly, as if giving you permission. "It won't matter."
You tried anyway. Nothing. He took a single step closer, the small bit of light left fully exposing his face. Your breath caught in your throat. Every instinct screamed at you to raise your weapon, or to run but the sheer presence of him held you in your place.
"I don't want to hurt you," he assured you, stopping right in front of you.
"Forgive me if I don't believe that," you spat, crossing your arms over your chest.
He watched you for a moment with some hint of amusement flickering behind his yellow eyes. His head was fully exposed now, revealing the black markings across his crimson skin and the crown of horns piercing his head. Without warning, he reached down to the lightsaber at his hip and unclipped it. He held the hit out for a second, letting you see it clearly before tossing it casually onto the ground between you. It clattered against the dirt then rolled to a stop just a few steps from your feet.
Maul lifted both hands to shoulder height with his palms out in a gesture of surrender that looked unnatural on him. "I come alone. I need your help."
You almost laughed, “You need my help?"
"Yes."
"Why would I ever help you?"
His mouth curved into something that was not quite a smile, "I don't believe we've ever formally met."
You tossed your lightsaber next to his as a gesture of peace, “Your reputation precedes you, Maul.”
"So you’ve heard about me?" He tilted his head again, circling you slowly. "Have you heard the stories? The ones your friends at the Temple told you? The Sith who took down a Jedi Master on Naboo?"
"I have plenty of reason not to trust you," you scowled, refusing to let your fear bleed into your voice.
"That may be so." He stopped circling, standing too close to you for comfort, "But you didn't come here for me."
You forced yourself to push the fear away, keeping your mind focused on the goal of being here, "Where's Ryker?"
He pondered with the name for a moment, "Who?"
"The clone," you said, your jaw tightening. "The clone that's been living in this cave."
"Oh." He said it too casually, for your liking, "Him. Right. There was a terrible avalanche during the winter months. Swept him clean off the ridge."
"I saw him," you snapped, "a handful of rotations ago. Standing right outside this cave."
"The Force can play cruel tricks on the mind," Maul reminded you, tapping the side of his head. "Especially in a place like this."
"So you were here?" You asked, turning to face him.
"Of course I was here." He brushed it off like his presence here was as casual as the sun rising each day, "That clone was the key to something far greater than himself. I've simply been waiting for someone to come looking."
Anger flared through you, "No clone is a key to anything in your plans."
His eyes narrowed, looking at you with an intensity that made the heart skip a beat. You felt the Force flare around you, except this time it wasn't at your lightsaber. It was pressing against the edges of your mind, gently probing and searching for cracks.
"Stop that," you demanded, taking a step back in a weak attempt to build a wall between yourself and whatever he was reaching for.
He tilted his head like he was impressed you knew what he was doing. "I have information," he admitted, letting the tension ease, "that could prove valuable to whatever you're searching for."
Your nose and eyebrows crinkled in confusion, "How would you know what I'm searching for?"
"Because you're here," he said simply, as if that answered everything.
"Why should I trust a single word out of your mouth?"
"Because," he mused, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling of the cave, "an enemy of my enemy is my friend. And you, as a Jedi, are one of my master's greatest enemies."
"The Jedi don't think very fondly of you either," you reminded him.
A humorless laugh escaped him. "No, I imagine they don't." He looked past you, toward the mouth of the cave, "I've been called many things. A monster. A Sith. A coward, more than once, and rightly so." His gaze slid back to you, "But the Jedi are not the true evil in this galaxy. It is almost amusing, don't you think, that I now find myself here, asking one of you for help."
"You still haven't told me why you think I'd give it."
"Because," he began, something in his tone shifting, "I know you care too much about those clones not to."
Your breath caught. "What do the clones have to do with any of this?"
"Everything," he muttered quietly.
The word seemed to linger in the air after Maul spoke it. Against your better judgement, you searched his eyes for any elaboration on ‘everything’ but he was giving you nothing.
"I know," Maul continued, circling you slowly, "that at the start of this war, you were given a squad. Four clones. Four elite clones. They were trained beyond the standard of an ordinary trooper and entrusted to you alone."
"Stop." You didn’t know how he knew this information, or how much he knew, but you had no desire to find out.
He didn't listen. "I know about Sarrish."
Sarrish.
That was a place you haven’t heard mentioned since the beginning of the war. It was a place you spent longer than you’d like to admit trying to erase from your memory. To your credit, you’ve done a good job at suppressing your feelings about what happened there. But with just the mention of it, Maul brought the memories flooding back.
"You were outnumbered," he continued in a detached, calm tone. "There was far more firepower than four men and a newly appointed Jedi Knight could handle. I know you watched the first of them cornered at the cliff's edge. I know you heard him scream for help the entire way down. And I know his final scream and the thud that confirmed his death still echoes in your head today."
"Stop," you repeated, quieter this time, your voice cracking slightly.
"The second," Maul continued, undeterred, "spent his final second of life looking at you. Not at the enemy, but at you. All because he wanted to make sure you were still there with him. He knew he would be safe if you were there. But before you could even blink, a bolt caught him clean through the head."
Your vision blurred. You tried to breathe, but it came out shallow.
"The third was at your back," he went on, "screaming for you to do something. Anything. He was terrified, and you knew it. He died of multiple shots to the chest, all while still believing that you would find some way to save him."
"Stop it," you pleaded, but there was no strength behind your words anymore.
"And the fourth." Maul's voice dropped lower, as if he knew this one was the hardest for you. "You told him to be careful on the perimeter. The second he stepped on that mine, he screamed your name for help. You were just steps away from saving him when he told you he was sorry, then he was blown apart."
You stood frozen in front of Maul. Your jaw was clenched so hard you thought your teeth might shatter beneath the pressure. Every wall you had built around that day was cracked wide open at once. You couldn’t cry. You refused to let him see you cry.
"It was then," Maul said, watching you now with something that almost resembled understanding, "with the blown bits of blood and flesh of your final man still wet across your face, that you fell to your knees and surrendered."
Just like that, the cave was gone, replaced by the horrors of Sarrish. The memory of that day clawed its way out of the dark. You were ambushed with the memory of each name, each face, and each cry for help. The agony of hearing them call out to you in their dying seconds burned through your ears. You failed them in the most devastating way possible, leaving four good men to die while you survived.
"I know," Maul continued, quieter now, "that you spent countless rotations afterward in a holding cell weeping over your failure to protect four men who, in their final moments, looked and screamed for you to save them and you couldn’t." He paused, "And I know that ever since, you've drifted from legion to legion. Now, you’re just a placeholder because you are terrified of ever standing at the center of something like that again."
You didn't trust yourself to speak. Your hands were shaking at your sides, and you hated yourself for it, hated that this was happening in front of him of all people.
"You may believe that day was the worst of your life," Maul stopped his circling and stood right in front of you, "But, I promise you, something far worse is coming."
Your mind spun at the idea of something far worse. His words looped through your head, colliding with any fears you had before you could stop them. Did he mean it? Was this a threat or was he speaking of something already unfolding? Your thoughts jumped immediately to Umbara. Was that what he meant? Were the boys you just worked with walking straight into whatever this was without a warning?
You realized Umbara and the 501st didn’t make sense. What did any of that have to do with Ryker? You thought back to what you knew for a fact. There was a single clone hiding out in a cave on a planet the Republic forgot about, and somehow he was tangled up in something bigger than him. Now, it’s some catastrophe that Maul is dangling in front of you like bait. The longer you thought about it, the more questions you had.
"I want you to help me stop it."
His words brought your mind out of its whirlwind. "How," you asked slowly, "How exactly do you expect me to help you?"
Maul's expression shifted into something more direct. "You and a few clones recently removed several datapads from this cave. I'll need them returned to me."
You shook your head, "Absolutely not."
"That wasn't a question," he scoffed. "It was a demand."
"I don't have all of them," you countered, crossing your arms.
"Then where are they?"
"I don't know," you said honestly, throwing a hand up. "Why do you even need them?"
"Because," Maul mused, bringing his fist up to his chin, "the Jedi and the Republic cannot be allowed to find what is written on those datapads."
"I already read through them," you informed him, rolling your eyes "That's exactly why I'm standing in this cave right now."
Maul went still. "So you know about the plan."
You blinked at him. "What plan?"
The intensity in his gaze vanished, replaced by disappointment. "So you don’t know."
You didn't know what plan he was talking about, and honestly, you didn't care. You were just angry. You were mad that he had dragged Sarrish into this and forced you to revisit the worst moment of your life. Now, he was sitting with a smug look on his face, watching you suffer.
"Why?" you let out, dropping your shoulders in disappointment.
Maul rubbed thumb over his fingers, raising a brow. "Why what."
"Why did you bring up my men?" you asked hopelessly, the sudden flood of memories still pouring over you, "Why would you do that?"
Instead of answering right away, Maul lowered himself down onto the ground in front of you slowly, like someone who had all the time in the galaxy. He gestured toward the ground across from him like an invitation, or maybe another demand disguised as one.
You hesitated. You knew sitting would lower your guard and leave you vulnerable, but against your better judgement, you sat. As you settled, your gaze dropped to the ground between you. There, lying side by side in the dirt, were each of your lightsabers, side by side. You stared at them, calculating how quickly you could snatch yours up before slowly lifting your eyes back up to meet Maul’s gaze.
"Because I knew it would be the only way to get your attention." Maul explained, resting his palm on his knees.
A wave of nausea hit your stomach. "So you threw my trauma in my face as a means to get me to help you."
Maul smirked. “I had to start somewhere.”
"That doesn't even make sense," you snapped, the fire returning to your voice, "You don't get to weaponize the worst day of my life then expect me to sit here and work with you."
"You and I," he began, shaking his head in a menacing manner, "have a lot more in common than you think."
Author Notes: This is a short one, but it was a topic I wanted to be sure to touch on. I hope you don't find it boring. I think it's very important for a couple to have the "kids discussion" early on in a relationship. My husband let me know very early on that he didn't want to have kids. He didn't want to lead me on. And I think Hunter is a very fatherly type, so I wanted to address whether he would want kids of his own and how that would affect Wren.
Pairing: Hunter x Female OC
Word Count: 2890 (a short one!)
Warnings: Mild swearing. Talk about wanting children or not. Kissing.
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Over the next month, Wren and Hunter would get together at least once during the week and once over the weekend. She felt comfortable with him but wasn't ready for them to be alone together again. Not quite yet.
She really enjoyed what they'd done with each other the last couple of times they were alone. Really enjoyed it. She didn't know why she was getting nervous again. It was just her anxiety. She was frustrated with herself, but she tried not to beat herself up about it. She knew she'd get past it again.
But in the meantime, she thought it would be easiest to avoid being alone with him. Therefore, she always suggested they hang out at his house. There was always someone there, so they could never really get physical.
Whenever they would go out, and he'd drop her off afterwards, she'd hop out after giving him a quick kiss and say good-bye. She didn't even really give him a chance to suggest he go in for a while. Plus, Omega had been home all those times, so she didn't figure he'd want to stay very late anyway.
She hoped she wasn't making him feel like she didn't enjoy what they'd done. She knew she needed to talk to him about it and explain that she was just a little nervous rather than just avoiding being alone with him. She would. Soon.
At lunch one day, Amanda asked, "So, things are still going well?"
Wren looked at her with some confusion and said, "Huh?"
"With you and Hunter? I know he comes by for lunch sometimes, and you get together for dates? How are you feeling about it all?"
"Good. Fine." Wren wasn't sure why she was asking.
"Just good, fine?"
"Well, I mean, it's great. But I still worry, so you know, I can't sound too excited. But we're getting along really well. We get together at least a couple of times a week. We might go out, for a meal or a movie. But we usually hang out at home more often. At their house, because of Omega."
"And you're okay with that?" Amanda asked.
"With what? Hanging out at their house?"
"Yeah, because of Omega. Do you feel like you come second?" Amanda didn't want to stir up anything; she was just curious how Wren felt about it.
"Nooo. At this point in time Omega is more of a priority. She's a kid. She needs him."
"Yeah, I get that. Do you think you guys are going to...stay together...long-term?"
"What? I don't know! We haven't talked about that. We haven't even known each other a year yet."
"Does that mean you'd say no if he asked right now?"
Wren was starting to feel anxious. "Ask what? To get married? What brought this on?"
"I don't know. I was just thinking, and I was wondering if that had been brought up."
"I don't know what I'd say if he asked. But he's not going to, so it doesn't matter. Not yet."
Amanda nodded. She was quiet for a few moments but then started again. "Hunter seems to like kids. Do you think he would want to have kids of his own?"
Wren paused and lowered her sandwich to the table. She thought for a few moments, a jolt of anxiety running through her. "I don't know. We haven't talked about that either. I guess...maybe we should."
"Why, do you want kids?"
"Actually...no." She was having trouble swallowing, so took a big drink. She was also feeling a little light-headed. "I don't think I can have them. Meaning, my anxiety is too severe. I don't want to put myself through that. And I don't want to put a child through that. I would be a terrible mother, I'd be constantly worrying and hovering."
Amanda felt bad for even bringing it up, because she could see the instant worry on Wren's face. She reached over and patted Wren's hand. "Well, don't worry about it yet. There's no reason to borrow trouble. Maybe it won't come to that."
"Do you mean we won't stay together?"
"No, I mean maybe he doesn't want kids."
Wren just looked concerned and was quiet the rest of their lunch. Amanda kicked herself the rest of the day. Why did you say that to her! You know how she is!
Wren tried not to worry, but it kept popping into her head. Does Hunter want kids? I realize we might not stay together... But the thought of that brought her a different kind of distress. She wanted to stay with him. She really felt like he was someone she'd like to...well, be with. Long-term. But if he wanted kids, she couldn't ask him to stay with her.
They texted a bit that night. She didn't see him until the following night when they went out for supper.
They were seated near a table where a young family was already seated. There were two small children, both probably under the age of six. Wren noticed Hunter's eyes were instantly on them, and she saw a small smile forming.
As they looked at the menus and gave their orders, she noticed he kept looking over towards the kids. They were quiet for the most part, while they ate. And they were really adorable.
She thought maybe this was the opportunity she needed. "They're really cute," she whispered, hoping the parents wouldn't hear them talking.
Hunter looked at Wren, then followed where she nodded.
He smiled again, bigger this time. "Yeah, they are. The little boy is so sleepy, he's about to fall into his plate."
She smiled at him, and they went back to eating. At one point, a small stuffed animal found its way near their table, after the little girl threw it. He reached down and picked it up, offering it to her as she walked towards them. She looked very shy as she took it. Her mother said, "What do you say, Emily?"
"Thank you." It was practically a whisper, and the little girl hurried back to her seat, looking back at Hunter when she sat down. He gave her a dazzling smile, and Wren's heart skipped a beat.
He really does enjoy kids.
On the drive back to her house, she decided she needed to say something. "Hey, Hunter."
"Hmm?" He took his eyes off the road briefly to look at her.
"I noticed how you were with those little kids."
"They were pretty cute."
"Yeah, they were. You like kids it seems? I mean, not just Omega, but kids in general?" She looked over at him, and he was looking back, as much as he could, with a curious look on his face.
"Well, I've never really thought about it. We've never really been around kids all that much, but yeah, I guess I do. Why?"
"Oh, nothing."
He reached over and patted her knee. "Hey, what's up? Something wrong?"
She took a deep breath. "You know how I am. I need to know what other people are thinking and not just wait to find out. So, I usually ask."
"Yeah? You wanna ask me something?"
"Do you want kids? Of your own?" She felt like she was holding her breath after that.
"I don't know. I really haven't given it much thought. I think it would depend on my partner and how they felt."
"You don't have strong feelings yourself about it?"
"No, not really. I can see both sides, and I'm not pulled either way right now. I'm a bit indifferent. So yeah, it would definitely depend on my partner. How about you?"
"Well, that's the thing..."
"Yeah?" he prompted when she paused.
"I don't think I can have kids. And when I say I 'can't have' them, I mean, mentally. I don't think my mental health could handle having children. I don't know if I physically could or not. But mentally...the thought just scares the hell out of me. And I think I would be a horrible mother." She could feel her eyes burning and her throat closing up.
"Hey..." he reached over to take her hand. "Let me park here, and then I can talk easier." They were almost to her parking lot, so she nodded, and he pulled in, finding a spot and turning off the truck. He turned in his seat, taking her hand in both of his.
"Wren, please don't be upset with yourself about this. If you don't want kids, then you don't want kids. There's nothing wrong with that. I've never believed that women should all want to be mothers. That's a very outdated way of thinking. Now, I think you're an extremely kind and caring person, and you are so good with Omega. But that's different than having to take care of a kid 24/7, especially a small child. So I absolutely understand if you're not on board with that."
"You do?"
"Yeah. Did you think I would be upset about that?" He seemed concerned.
"Well, I didn't know. I know how good you are with Omega. And I saw how you were with the little kids tonight, and my mind went racing. I just...I mean... Ugh. I don't know how to say this."
He reached over and ran his knuckles over her cheek, then moved some hair from where it had fallen into her eyes. "Take your time. You can tell me anything." He cupped her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.
"I hate to sound like I'm expecting something...something to happen between us." She looked down at her hands, unable to look into his eyes. "But I just didn't want to lead you on, if you wanted to have kids, I thought I should tell you now. Again, I'm not saying you want to be with me long-term or anything-"
"Hey, look at me." She looked up. "I want to be with you as long as you want to be with me. Well, longer if you end up not wanting to be with me. But what I'm saying is, I'm not thinking of anything other than staying with you. I'm not looking beyond that, because as far as I'm concerned, there is no beyond that. I don't want to scare you by saying that; I'm not pressuring you. I'm just saying, that's where my mind is right now. So don't doubt that I want to be with you. And not just now, but in the future."
She couldn't stop the small smile from forming. "You do?" she whispered.
"I really do. And if you don't want to have kids, and we are still together in a year or two or three, then I will be fine with that. I'm not expecting you to change your mind. This is a big deal, and if you don't want them, then I don't want them. Okay?" He cupped her cheek again, and she closed her eyes as she leaned into his calloused hand.
"Yeah, okay." She felt her eyes burning, but for a good reason this time. "Thanks, Hunter."
"Nothing to thank me for."
"Well, thank you for being so kind and understanding and talking this through with me. I just got really freaked out this week, because Amanda asked me if you wanted kids, and I said I didn't know, we hadn't talked about it, obviously. We're not there yet. But then she mentioned how good you are with Omega, and maybe you would want kids of your own. Then she asked me if I wanted them, and then my mind was off to the races."
"I'm sorry you were worrying about it. You didn't have to wait until you saw me, you could have called or asked me to come over or something."
"Well, it was just yesterday that we talked about it, so it wasn't very long that I was fretting. It was fine, really." She looked up from where she held his hand and gave him a small smile. She brought his hand to her mouth and gently kissed his knuckles. "And since we're talking about stuff, I feel like I need to say something else." She looked up at him again, then back down. "I hope it doesn't seem like I've been avoiding being alone with you. I mean, I kind of have been, but not for any reason other than I got a little nervous."
"About what? I'm not going to push you to do anything, even what we've already done, Wren. It's totally up to you."
"I know. I just don't know what I want to do. Sometimes I think I want to do more, but then I get scared."
"If you're scared, then you're not ready."
"But I think I'll always be scared, until we actually do more. So, I don't want to wait forever for my fear to go away. Because I'm afraid it never will."
He quietly chuckled, and pulled her head gently towards his so he could rest his forehead against hers. "Maybe your fear won't totally go away, not until the physical stuff becomes normal for us. But I think it will lessen, and you'll get to the point where you want to do more. It will just take a little more time. And I'll be here waiting when you reach that point. Please don't beat yourself up, or push yourself, or feel bad. Okay?"
She nodded, their foreheads still pressed together. Then she moved enough that she could kiss him, letting him know how much she appreciated him. "You aren't real. You can't be real."
He laughed, and said, "I'm really real. And I'm really in love with you. And I want you to remember that, whenever these doubts and fears creep into your head. I love you. And I will always love you. I'm the lucky one here."
He gave her a kiss that started slow and soft, but deepened quickly. She always got a jolt of excitement when she felt his tongue. He wasn't sloppy or demanding or pushy with his kisses. And she was actually surprised at how much she liked when tongues were involved. She always thought that would freak her out. But it didn't, not the way he went about it.
But she was tired. The anxiety about the kids discussion had worn her out. Sometimes she would worry so much about something, it felt like she'd run a race. And during those times, her mental fatigue affected her physically as well.
As they parted, she felt her eyes getting heavy.
"You're tired. You need to get inside and go to bed." He sounded concerned, and even in her tired state, it felt really good. To have him think about her well-being like that.
"it's not even that late." But she was feeling more exhausted by the minute.
"It's almost 10:00. That's late enough. Here, let me walk you to your door, so you make it okay." He started opening his door.
"Hunter, wait. I can make it to my door. I'm not going to pass out."
"I don't care. I'll just walk you there, and then I'll leave. Come on." He gave her a stern look, letting her know he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"You know, people say I'm stubborn. In fact, I think you've told me that. But you're just as stubborn." She turned to open her door, and she heard his low laugh as she did.
He must have hurried around to her side, because he was already waiting for her as she was getting ready to step down from the truck. He reached up and put his hands on her waist to help her down. She thought that was unnecessary, but she wasn't going to tell him that. It was nice, feeling his hands around her, holding her steady.
She smiled up at him after he shut her door. "Thanks. You're very chivalrous."
He smiled at her. "Come on, let's go."
He put his arm around her waist, and she laid her head against his shoulder. "This is nice," she whispered. "You're nice."
He kissed the top of her head. "Not as nice as you." And his heart warmed at her sigh.
He was true to his word. He got her to her door, waited until she'd unlocked it, then dropped his arm.
She turned her face up to him and said, "Kiss?"
"Of course." But this was a very sweet and innocent kiss. He didn't want to stir anything up, because he really wanted her to go inside and go to bed. "Now, go on and get in bed. Please. And text me when you're there. I'm going to check up on you."
"Okay, okay. I promise." She walked inside, turned and waved at him. "Thanks, Hunter."
He nodded and smiled at her. "Go ahead and lock your door, please."
She whispered, "Okay. I will," with a smile.
He waited until he heard the deadbolt before he turned towards his truck again.
Just as he was getting home, he heard his phone vibrate. He looked, and there was a text from Wren.
W: I'm in bed. Happy?
Then she sent a picture of herself, making sure he could see she was in bed.
H: Yes, very happy. Thank you. G'night, Wren.
W: G'night, Hunter. <3
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This has affected me in a way I didn't expect. I've seen myself completely reflected in their experiences. I never wanted children, not when I was younger because I don't like kids, and later on, I didn't think I could raise one because of my anxiety. Now, my partner and I both know it was the best decision.
Although life is curious and gave me a part of that experience, which I've enjoyed through its good and bad moments, I raised my partner's son (just as Wren found Omega, when he was about 12), and now he's 22. I feel very proud to be partly responsible for the person he is now and what he's achieving in his life. Omega will grow up among her siblings and Wren; she will be an important part of her life, and the shared responsibility of raising her will bring all of them a lot of happiness, I'm sure.
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