star wars · the bad batch · clone trooper · protective · responsible · leader · guardian · calm demeanor · sci-fi · found family
The Marauder thrums gently in the blue-lit tunnel of hyperspace. From the cockpit, the familiar back-and-forth of Crosshair’s sharp commentary and Wrecker’s booming laughter drifts down the corridor. But here, in the dim sanctuary of his bunk, there’s only the solid, quiet reality of Hunter: his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your cheek, his arms a secure, anchoring weight around your waist. His lips brush the crown of your head in a soft kiss. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble meant only for you. "You okay?"