Hunter Relaxing And Experiencing Peace For The First Time In His Life With His Daughter Finally Safe

Hunter relaxing and experiencing peace for the first time in his life with his daughter finally safe by his side

just one more before you go

They were never good with words | [The Bad Batch Happy on Pabu Series]

the unshakable faith she has in her brothers

Do you ever think about how Omega probably felt so safe out on that catwalk? Like the safest she’d been since before the Empire came to Pabu?

She had a blaster to her head, and still she was safe.

Hemlock wouldn’t kill her.

Hunter understood her plan.

And Crosshair would make the shot.

It was the literal climax of the show, every choice they’d made had lead to this moment, and as we were on the edge of our seats, Omega knew how it would play out and she knew she was safe.

they’re rebel pilots together now ;—;

“Just one more before you go,” he said.

It became common, and Hunter beat himself up every time he forgot to give her one. It became a thing for them, especially when she started being away from home more frequently.

They served as reminders for her, how much he loved her, but for him, too.

A reminder of the life he was given. The life he chose to have—as a father.

She smiled, blowing air out of her nose. He raised his arms as she approached him, laying each of them on her shoulders. He raised his left, bringing it to the back of her neck and pulling her forehead to him.

He planted a kiss to her head then, holding them there briefly. He didn’t want to keep her for long. Plus, he gave her one when she got home hours prior.

But another never hurt. He pulled away and laid his hands on her shoulders, admiring her.

The newest pilot for the Rebellion. She grew up to be beautiful and strong—not like Hunter ever doubted it. She held qualities from all of her brothers, and Hunter never failed to smile with pride and grief when she practiced her tech-turn for him.

He was so proud of her, but their goodbyes never got any easier. No matter how many times she returned or left, the weight in his chest never faded. Their salutes never felt lighter, the last look that he always gave her before she turned her attention to the cockpit was always taken for granted.

The habit was built up over years, and it now acted as the silent mediator between them to tell her everything he’d reiterated to her year after year, though never losing their importance.

Please be safe.

If you need us, we’ll be there.

I’m so proud of you.

I love you.

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hey @mroddmod im crying thanks i fell down a rabbit hole of insane emotions from your recent i hope you dont mind