#tbb sergeant hunter

Mechanical pencil sketch. Spilled sticky fruit on Hunter's face...which will not come off...

I might do this in color on black paper with prismacolor pencils.

Bro my baby girl trying to use the force. And she has the potential 😭😭😭😭💔

A Hunter and Kurrin sketch because i say so.

Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses. there will be kissing in some chapters. oh and ANGST sorry

Chapter Nineteen: The Kiss

Hunter wants to push you away when your lips meet his, he really does, and he really should. And he tried not to kiss you back, so much so that you pull away all too quickly, thinking you’ll see nothing on his face but anger. But his mouth follows you on its own volition, and you do not get far before he is reaching out and wrapping an arm around your waist to anchor you to him, and the other pushing your wet hair back.

Pairing: Sergeant Hunter x Reader

Summary: You and Hunter tend to each other's wounds as sleep threatens to creep up on you both. Your bed is too small for the both of you, but Hunter doesn't seem to care.

Warning(s): Brief mention of wounds, and a whole lot of fluff

Word count: 1,538

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“For Force’s sake, Hunter, could you please sit still?” you grumbled under your breath as you gently held his face, trying to clean the gash that ran over his cheekbone.

Hunter was sat on the couch that was nicely tucked into the living area of your small Coruscant apartment. Though he never wore anything with strong scents, his unique aroma of sweat and burnt teakwood flooded the air. Through the windows seeped in the golden light of the setting sun, painting Hunter’s features in a way that could only be described as angelic.

You’d sit and take in the view if he weren’t getting on your last nerve.

With a raise of his eyebrow, he offered a lazy grin. “It’s only a scratch, mesh’la. I could take care of—”

“You took a vibroblade to the face, Hunter!” you blurted. Your eyes refused to meet his, but you knew you were failing at masking the leftover panic that still burned in your veins. Quickly, you wiped away at the dried blood that had spilled from the wound and now stained his face. “Just— Please, stay still, okay?”

His eyes softened at the exhaustion in your voice. He couldn’t ignore the tension in your shoulders. Silence fell over the two of you, heavy and stiff, and neither one of you seemed to be in a hurry to break it.

Once you finished cleaning and medicating his wound, you cupped the sides of his face with such tenderness that he couldn’t help but instinctively lean into your touch. Your eyes searched his quickly. “You scared me out there, Hunt.” you sighed.

A frown settled onto his lips. “I know, mesh'la. I’m sorry.” His brows pulled together as he searched for his next words. “I just didn’t want you getting hurt out there. I guess I didn’t think it through before I jumped in.” he offered with a shy grin that made your heart soar.

You snickered teasingly before brushing away the locks of hair that clung to his forehead. “At least I have someone looking out for me, right?”

“Always.” he breathed immediately, chasing after the warmth of your touch.

Pulling away with a smile, you gently caressed his cheeks, mindful of his wound, and released whatever tension hung over you in a single breath. “Okay, Fearless Leader,” you said. Quickly, your eyes went down to the top layer of his blacks before meeting his eyes again. “We still have to check you over for more injuries.”

Another frown settled on his lips, making you roll your eyes playfully at him.  “Shouldn’t I also check you over? See if you got hurt?” His brows once again pulled together in a look of concern as his eyes instinctively went over you, trying to catch any trace of a wound he could’ve not noticed before.

Your thumb smoothed away the line between his brows gently. With a quirk of your eyebrow, you met his eyes. “Do I need to remind you that not only were you reckless enough to get your bucket knocked off and get sliced at with a blade,” you said. “But that you also tackled me away from a ticking bomb?”

“Still,” he began, shifting in place. “I should make sure that you’re okay; we were both pretty close to the blast.”

For his peace of mind, you let him play doctor for a bit. Hunter was very gentle as he inspected you for wounds he might’ve missed before, always a gentleman as he waited for your consent before tugging at the sleeves of your coat. His touches were feather-like, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine as you looked away to hide the blush that settled on your cheeks.

He spent several minutes making sure you were actually okay, not wanting to risk your health over something he could’ve missed. Hunter would insist on cleaning even the smallest of scratches and he grumbled under his breath over every bruise that covered your skin. You hadn’t bothered pulling away for the sake of bringing him some sense of peace, yet you couldn’t help but giggle after he had spent two solid minutes looking over your hands, searching for even the most minuscule of scratches on your skin.

“Hunter, I think I’m okay now,” you laughed. He still held your hands in his own, gently running his thumbs over your wrists as he continued his inspection. “You’ve been checking my hands for much longer than needed.”

Hunter looked up, his eyes twinkling under the soft light that spilled through your windows. “I know,” he chuckled. “Just wanted an excuse to hold you a little bit longer.” He said lowly with a boyish grin.

Your eyes widened at his confession, a shy smile forcing itself onto your lips. Ducking your head in embarrassment, you knew Hunter could hear the rapid beating of your heart, which only intensified the blush that settled on your cheeks.

“No no, c’mon, cyar’ika, let me see you,” he cooed with a laugh, his hands encircling your wrists gently as he eased your hands away from your face. The widest of smiles settled on his lips at the sight of your bashful look, cheeks still tainted a bright shade on pink. “There you are.” He laughed, cupping your face before planting a lingering kiss on your forehead.

You giggled softly, leaning into his touch, your lips chasing his once he pulled away. Your lips caught his and you couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss at the feeling of his lips curling into a smile. Pulling away, you huffed a small laugh as you caught sight of the dazed look that settled on Hunter's face, his smile making butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Now,” you smiled. “Let’s finish checking you over and then go to sleep— how does that sound?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Hunter nodded before stealing a quick kiss.

The next few minutes sped by as you finished checking Hunter for any injuries you could’ve missed. You discovered bruises tainting the skin that settled above his ribs, cuts that  ran over the curvatures of his fingers, and you kissed them all gently before applying a good layering of bacta cream. With every passing minute, Hunter’s shoulders began to droop, the warmth of your gentle touches melting any traces of tension away from his muscles as the soft pull of sleep tugged at his heavy eyelids.

You smiled at the sight.

Your fingers unraveled the knot of his bandana, letting his curly locks to cascade around his face, framing his features in the most serene of ways. His eyes glimmered softly, catching the pale lights of a Coruscanti night that spilled through your windows, the light pooling in his eyes as if he were capable of keeping all the stars in the Galaxy within his very soul. The weight of battle had begun to loosen its hold on his shoulders, making him look so vulnerable as he leaned over, in search of your touch.

“Tired, Sergeant?” you laughed teasingly, eyes shining with a softness reserved for him only. Taking his hands in your own, you tugged him off the couch and guided him to your room, his steps sluggish with sleep. You helped him settle down on your small bed, fluffing the pillows before easing his head onto them. Feather-like touches brushed his hair away from his face, his eyes fluttering as a response to your fingers gracing his skin. Draping extra blankets over him, you leaned down to press a kiss onto his cheek, smiling as his lips released a breath of contentment. “Rest, my love.”

As you turned away, a hand latched onto your wrist spinning you back to look at your lover. “Where are you going?” Hunter questioned; his voice raw with sleep rumbling through his chest.

“I’ll take the couch tonight, love. You know my bed is too small for the two of us.” you whispered, kissing the back of his hand to reassure him that you were okay with it.

Hunter, of course, wasn’t okay with it.

A frown settled onto his lips as he gave your arm a tug. “You’re not spending the night on that old thing,” he grumbled, his eyes still half closed. Another tug at your arm pulled you down onto the mattress. “C'mere.”

“Hunter, but you’re all bruised up; what if I hurt you?” you pout, tilting your head as he huffed out a short laugh.

Hunter brought you down to his side, scooting over to give you room as he wrapped his arms around your waist, sighing as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “You could never hurt me, mesh'la.” he breathed against your neck, the warmth of his words against your skin sending your heart into a frenzy.

He tightened his arms around you, pulling impossibly close to his chest. Your fingers ran through his dark curls, the repetitive gesture easing his breaths into a gentler pattern as his figure molded itself against your own.

“I love you.” you whispered.

Immediately, his soft lips pressed a lingering kiss onto your neck before his sleepy eyes met your own with a glint of adoration.

“Not nearly as much as I love you.”

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