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So is Werewolf!Hunter scared or nervous that he might hurt omega?

He is a creature born of the Sith, after all.

teehee I’m back to drawing bad batch thingsss— gonna be answering all of your lovely asks in my inbox as soon as I can!! Take this fun sketch of Hunter, and the fear of his more…fluffy, toothy side.

He is definitely afraid of hurting her. Bloodlust is built into the curse, and sometimes, his instincts become difficult to quell. It’s in moments such as these, that he has to take certain measures to ensure he doesn’t do anything he’ll come to regret.

O-OH MY GOD??? THIS WAS LITERALLY *chefs kiss* SO SO PERFECT OHHHH OHHHHH IM GOING TO BE EATING THIS UP FOR THE NEXT 10 MILLION YEARS

Hi 👋!!! Omg I love your writing and stories ❤️, they always make me smile, and I absolutely loved the Crosshair werewolf au story. I was just wondering if I could request one with Hunter x fem reader and he’s nervous about how she feels about his new appearances, but she still loves him. If you are busy or if you don’t want to write it, you can just discard this request.

Hi! 👋👋👋 Thank you for your sweet words! I did get busy, as you can probably tell, but the thought of this request consumed my every waking moment. @giganonyx I know you'll enjoy this one!

Hunter's Moon (Werewolf! Hunter x GN!Reader)

Notes: Werewolf au, insecure Hunter, established relationship, Dividers by @djarrex.

Warnings: wolf fighting, blood and injuries, a wolf (not Hunter) tries to eat the reader.

"Where's Hunter going?" you asked. You just barely managed to spot the red of his bandana before he disappeared into the woods. The sun had just set, why was he going exploring now?

"He said he had a headache and was going to release some of his pent-up stress. He warned me not to wait up," Tech recited almost boredly.

You were more than slightly miffed that your boyfriend told your brother what he was up to, but not you. You grabbed one of your first aid bags and tossed in a few first aid essentials before marching down the ramp with a singular focus.

"I would not recommend following him!" Tech warned hastily.

"It's too dark out, he needs to come back!" You misinterpreted Tech's warning, and a few moments later you were enveloped on all sides by the trees.

There was a dirt path, covered by more and more grass the farther you went, but by watching Hunter in his element you'd learned enough to tell when his tracks took a sharp turn off the path and into the ever-darkening woods.

"What-?" You shook your head to clear your thoughts and followed his trail.

"Hunter, come back here!" You demanded, shouting into the woods.

As you rounded a large tree trunk, Hunter stood before you. You smacked against his chest and he grasped your arms, shaking you.

"Why didn't you stay on the ship?" He asked. He sounded, nervous, more terrified than angry.

"You're hurt," As if that was an answer to his question. You reached for his forehead, but he jerked away, as if you might burn him.

"I'm fine, I deal with this all the time."

"Then let me help you-" You reached into the bag for painkillers and bacta.

"You can't help me!" He screamed. His grip on your arms were starting to bruise.

Before you could snap at him for shouting at you, Hunter turned pale. He looked up at the sky, where the full moon was just beginning to peek over the distant mountains,

"You have to run," he rasped, unable to look away from the hypnotizing white light, "Get back to the ship, now."

You gulped nervously, "Hunter, what's going on?"

But Hunter couldn't answer. He'd let go of your arms and shoved you away, leaving tiny tears in the material of your sleeves. He stumbled just a few steps away, and when you tried to approach him and help him back to his feet, he screamed. It was a mix of pain and a battle cry, like he'd done this before and knew it would hurt, but was determined to make it through this anyway.

Hunter bent over, coughing on something in his throat like he was about to throw up. He'd told you to run, but you stayed stuck where you were, rooted to the spot as you watched in horrified fascination.

You thought it might be his hair growing longer, but it was hair growing out of his shoulders and down his arms, a rich reddish-black like his curls. A cracking noise echoed through the woods as his bones bent all out of shape, rearranging themselves in his arms and legs while a large tail grew out of the base of his spine.

Then, silence.

Hunter was bent over on all fours, his new body shaking as he took deep breaths to mitigate the pain he'd just endured.

"Hunter," You gasped. He was at least twice as big as he normally was, covered in fur, and his face elongated into a narrow snout with tall, pointed ears. He would have been completely unrecognizable if you hadn't watched his transformation yourself.

When you spoke his name, he looked up at you, slowly blinking his large, yellow eyes. He growled softly, a warning. You backed away slowly. If this wolf that had taken over Hunter, what would it do to you?

You turned and ran.

Was it stupid to run? Yes, even before he turned into a giant predator, Hunter was much faster than you and you knew it. But what else could you do? No wonder Tech wanted you to stay on the ship when you went running after Hunter.

But where was the ship? Each of the gangly-limbed trees looked identical to the next, and the shadows covering the forest were thick, even with the help of the full moon.

When you looked back over your shoulder to see if Hunter was following you, you were plowed over onto your back, looking right up at the jaw of another wolf.

This wolf was brown, with its right eye and ear missing, replaced by a terrifying jagged white scar. You chest heaved as you struggled to breathe, and the strange wolf bared it's teeth, drool dripping from its lips as it leaned in closer.

It's breath smelled of blood and raw meat, and your nose wrinkled on its own. The wolf's jaws opened wide to take a bite and you closed your eyes, unable to help the whimper in your throat.

Out of nowhere, The wolf that was about to bite your head off was wrestled to the ground. It yowled in surprise as Hunter's dark form pinned it to the ground.

You knew you should run, but you were frozen in terror. The strange wolf with the scar was smaller than Hunter, but just as vicious. It swiped a paw across Hunter's snout. Hunter's head jerked to the side, and you saw something dark drip off the tip of his nose and into the grass.

He snarled, and the scarred wolf barked back in challenge. It leaped at him, and Hunter swiped at its neck. The scarred wolf appeared to relish the challenge, the injury had made this personal now. He wrestled with hunter, forcing both of them onto their hind legs as their front paws grappled for the upper hand. they were a dark silhouette of jagged fur, their teeth and claws glistening in the moonlight.

The scarred wolf managed to get the upper hand. He bit into Hunter's exposed neck and threw him to the ground, where he lay still.

"Hunter?" You whimpered.

The scarred wolf looked at you and licked its lips.

"Hunter, get up!" you begged.

The wolf jumped at you again.

"Hunter!" You screamed. The scarred wolf got its teeth around your ankle and bit down. You heard the sickening crack of bone before you could feel the pain shooting up your leg. Your breath was ripped from your lungs, and your whole body froze as you tried to figure out what to do.

It was like watching a holofilm, or something happen to someone else. The wolf tugged on your leg again, trying to tear your leg off, or at least bring you closer to where he could get a bite of something meatier.

All you could do was lie there, waiting for something to happen and praying that it would be over soon. You should have listened to Tech. You should have listened to Hunter, and you didn't even get to say good-bye to him.

You closed your eyes, waiting for it to be over, but then there was a snarl. The tugging on your leg disappeared, but the pain was still there. You opened your eyes, blinking away the tears to see what was going on.

Hunter was on his feet again, and with his whole body weight, he threw the wolf against a tree, and then placed himself squarely between you and the wolf. While the wolf stopped to catch his breath, Hunter moved to stand over you, forming an odd, furry tent as he planted his legs on all sides of you. You could feel the growl reverberating in your bones as Hunter gave the wolf one final warning. If he tried that again, he wouldn't last the night.

The scarred wolf stood, calculating for a moment, then turned and ran off into the trees with its tail between its legs.

Hunter was breathing heavily, staring after the other wolf. He stood over you, legs and body tense and defensive. You looked up at him, noticing the scars torn across his snout and neck, and gently reached out to comfort him.

He inhaled sharply as you placed your hand on the side of his snout.

"Shh, shhh," You whispered, slowly reaching into your pocket for the tube of bacta. You scooted closer, dragging your broken leg behind you.

"It's okay, I'm just gonna help you here," You spoke softly, calmly, trying not to make any sudden moves while you applied the bacta to the angry red lines.

Hunter whimpered at the slight sting, but he didn't flinch away.

"Good boy," You cooed. It felt ridiculous saying that, knowing that this was Hunter you were talking to, but it felt appropriate. A dog was a dog, even if they were bigger than you. You pondered briefly if Hunter was the one in control inside the wolf's mind, or if something more animalistic took charge during this transformation.

Either way, the moment you put away the bacta, Hunter rubbed his head against your shoulder. It nearly knocked you over, but you recovered quickly.

"You're welcome," You said, "And thank you."

You dug your fingers into the fur behind his ears, trying to give him the scratches dogs always enjoyed. He made a sound that could almost be a chuckle if it were more human.

Tears stung at your eyes, and when wolf-Hunter tried to look at your face, you buried it in the thick fur at his neck. You wrapped your arms around him, holding tightly as the adrenaline faded, leaving nothing but fear and terror in its wake.

You shook with sobs, struggling to keep your breathing even, and focused on the huffs and puffs from Hunter's big wet nose that cascaded down your back. Hunter's snout rested against your spine for some comforting pressure. Even as a wolf, he remembered his calming techniques.

With you arms still around his neck, Hunter gently lowered himself to lay on the grass. You could feel the powerful muscles in his legs as he curled them around you, like a big furry blanket.

You whimpered as he nudged your leg, and Wolf-Hunter studied your injury with interest.

"I guess that needs some bacta too, huh?" You sniffled lamely. You didn't have anything to set it with, but you could do that in the morning once the ship found you. for now, you lathered what was left of your bacta onto your wounds, until finally wolf-Hunter was satisfied.

He lowered his head to your chest, forcing you to lay back in (what would be) his arms. He shook out his tail, finally laying it across your lap as a makeshift blanket.

You dug your fingers into his fur again, scratching those hard-to-reach spots to keep your hands busy.

"Can you help me find the ship?" You asked.

Hunter huffed.

You sighed. "Yeah, I guess I can't really go anywhere at the moment."

Hunter crooned, leaning deeper into the scratches.

"Will you stay with me?" You whispered, "Keep me safe?"

He made a huffing noise that reminded you of Tech's signature "I thought it was obvious".

You buried your face in his fur again. "Thanks, Hunter."

You woke up with the sun shining in your eyes. Not the best rude awakening, but you felt more rested than you had in years. And then the throbbing in your ankle set back in.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow-" you hissed under your breath. You fidgeted, trying to get comfortable, but two distinctly human arms tightened their grip around you.

Your face flushed with heat as you recognized the skeletal tattoo on the left arm that was holding you, keeping you pressed against a firm chest at your back.

The fleeting idea came to you to try and wriggle out of his grasp before he woke up in order to avoid an awkward conversation, but with your broken ankle, you knew that wasn't going to happen.

The next best thing to do was just to rip the band-aid off.

"Hunter?" You gently nudged his arm, then his ribs, and even poked his cheek. all recieved varying levels of reaction.

"Hunter, we're lost in the middle of the woods."

"Huuuuntaaaaaaa!"

"HUUUUUUUUUN'ERRRRRRRRRR!"

"And it sounds like your siblings are trying to find us."

Finally, Hunter groaned, pressing his face into the back of your neck. He flexed his muscles, one by one, to try and stretch himself out, but he kept his arms around you.

"Mornin'" He yawned.

It was then that he realized he had been spooning you all night.

On the bright side, you were still fully clothed, and he still had his pants. But not very much of them. The rest of his clothes had been torn in last night's little "adventure"

"Are you alright?" He sat up immediately, taking your face in his hands as he checked you over, making his way down your body until he caught sight of your mangled foot.

"Osik did I do that to you?" he didn't even wait for an answer, muttering curse words under his breath.

"No-no, Hunter that wasn't you," You touched his arm as softly as you could manage, but he still flinched, "It was something else, another wolf."

"Another-?" Hunter glanced at your ankle again, then gave a sigh of relief. He pulled you back into his arms, kissing the crown of your head as he held you.

"I'd never be able to forgive myself if I ever hurt you like that."

You wrapped your arms around him tightly. "I know that you would never hurt me, Hunt," You whispered.

Hunter picked up on the hesitation in your voice.

"You deserve an explanation," He said, resting his forehead against yours. You kept your arms around him tightly, as if the wolf from last night might emerge from the trees and rip you from his arms. But Hunter held you tightly on his lap as if he would never let you go.

"It started during the clone wars. I got cursed when I accidentally stumbled upon a Nightsister's grave while we were scouting the planet Dathomir. Whenever we're on a planet during a full moon, well, you saw what happened."

You nodded as Hunter's hands made their way up and down your spine in soothing motions, helping you relax deeper into his arms.

"As you can probably tell, I've never been able to fully control what happens when I transform, and I've never really remembered what happened after I transform back. All I know is what my brothers have told me when I wake up in the morning, and not all of it is pretty."

"Okay," you said softly, "But why keep it a secret?"

"Because I know you," Hunter said. He took your face in his hands again, "I know that you'd pull some kind of stunt like you did last night to try and "save me from myself" or whatever. But I could never risk losing you like that."

You mustered all the energy that you could this early in the morning to slug him in the shoulder.

"And did you ever think that I might be able to help you?"

Hunter smiled sheepishly, unable to look you in the eye.

"Maybe?"

You laughed softly, and pulled him in for a kiss. Hunter relaxed against you, gently caressing your hair so that your wild locks moved out of the way. There was a different kind of transformation that occured whenever you kissed him like this, the kind deep inside that made his chest swell with courage, and his heart beat stronger. He felt like he could take on the whole galaxy, wolves and all, so long as you were in his arms.

A bit farther away now, you heard Omega and Wrecker calling your names. Hunter unceremoniously broke off the kiss and gave you an apologetic smile.

"We should get that set before it tries to heal itself," He nodded to your leg.

Knowing what was coming, you wrapped your arms around his neck and braced your body for the pain, but that didn't stop everything from hurting whenever your leg was jostled even the slightest bit.

"Easy, cyare," He cooed, his voice low against your ear, "We'll take it nice and slow."

Just like how you had managed to calm his wolf-form last night, Hunter's words now had a soothing effect on you. With every step that brought you closer to the Marauder, you were able to relax a little bit more.

But you couldn't resist playing with fire.

"You know, I think your wolf-form might have had a crush on me."

"Oh did he now?" Hunter smirked, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly.

"Well, he'll have to get in line."

I have *so* many asks I need to draw out for werewolf! Hunter and the batch, I’m so excited to start (it’s been 10 million years) ‼️‼️

Chapter 7 is up and running! Let me know what you guys think!!

Fluff with werewolf hunter and omega please

Because I'm a sucker for fluff

Ask and ye shall receive! This was so cute to do! Idk why it took so long fr 💀 BUT I hope you like it ❤️❤️ thank you for requesting 😩😭💞💞

The quality decreases as you go on but SHH

Send me more asks about werewolf Hunter doing werewolf Hunter things I like it

My dad was downloading some pictures from my moms phone to his laptop, but upon seeing the downloaded pictures he gave her a weird look like “what is this??”

We were like “what”, and he responded with “there’s just.. Star Wars pictures.”

And my soul left my body because we realized it was downloading everything from the CLOUD

THERE ARE SOME THINGS IN MY GALLERY THAT ID RATHER THEY NOT SEE?? THEY ARENT READY FOR WEREWOLF HUNTER STOP ✋✋✋

HE EVEN CHUCKLED AND SHOWED ME THE SCREEN- IT WAS MY HUNTER STASH‼️‼️‼️

“It’s all just that Rambo guy Giganonyx likes a lot.”

STOPPPP THE HUMILATION ✋✋💀💀😭😭

Pray for me y’all my goofy cringe ass is NOT going to survive this

Werewolf Lore

Some stuff about the loth-werewolves in my fanfiction, and their history concerning the dark side/their origin!

A “curse” created by an ancient Sith Lord, who experimented on loth wolves from lothal in her laboratory on a moon deep in the territory of the Sith Empire. She was well versed in Sith alchemy more so than combat.

She wanted to serve the empire by providing it with soldiers that were made for dispatching force users specifically, and she had always been fascinated with the mysterious and archaic loth wolves who had been observed to have some connection to the force.

Using prisoners of war, volunteers, and kidnapping random civilians, she tested her experiments on many different species, including: togruta, Twi’lek, human, Sith, ugnaught, chiss, etc

Not everyone survived the transformations, and many died

The successful ones were studied excessively

However, the Sith and her apprentice mysteriously went missing, and it is believed her own creations destroyed her

Some cursed people escaped, and inevitably the curse spread to some extent in the outer rim.

Curiously, the loth wolves and loth werewolves all declined in number, and many infer that the Jedi set out to dispatch them in secret, however, the true reason is unknown.

Obviously, some remained.

Details on the curse

Most information about the werewolf illness is hidden in the deepest crypts of the Jedi archive, and is inaccessible to the public. Some information can be gathered from questionable sites on the Holonet, and old folktales.

Transformations are very, very painful. Most people do not survive the first shift. Only the strongest survive- a byproduct of the Sith’s lust for power.

Can be transmitted through bites(it’s in the saliva).

Transformations can be triggered by: a full moon, force sensitives nearby, and intense emotions (anger, rage, hate, sadness, aggression/agitation, anxiety/stress, and even extreme joy). This makes having a normal life exceedingly difficult.

There are rumors that “wolfsbane”, an alien herb, may have some effect on them, but the exact effect is unknown.

In human form, the werewolf may have intense cravings for meat. Additionally, non-meat foods are revolting, and become difficult to keep down.

As a human, they gain increased sight, smell, taste, and hearing. They are also more prone to out bursts of anger. Again, a byproduct of the nature of the Sith.

Space travel is almost impossible to achieve without randomly turning, and is very annoying to go through. Sometimes, though, a trip may be void of shifting, if they are lucky.

In their wolf form, they become violent and have an insatiable hunger. They have little to no memory of what they do in this state.

However, there is a possibility that the rational human mind can break free, and regain control.

Werewolves are very big and tall, but when on all fours, are slightly smaller than regular loth wolves.

Werewolves lack the pack mentality Loth Wolves have.

A couple days or even hours before a full moon, the person may experience fever-like symptoms and body aches.

Werewolves have hands and fingers, which can grasp things and even open doors! Yay!

As a result of being infected by the curse, the midichlorian count in their blood slightly increases. They cannot use the force, but are more resistive to force attacks and can track down force users easily.

In human form, they have longer than normal canines, and have tapetum lucidium at night.

Extra, Random Information:

There are rumors of a cure

The Jedi refuse to talk about the werewolves

The galaxy assumed werewolves were just cool, fictional horror stories

The wilderness makes werewolves have more feral, violent behavior, but they are least likely to attack a human in the open expanse of the woods.

It can be genetically transferred (ie: you have kids, or you get cloned; most likely, the clone is a werewolf, and so is your kid)

Planets that have a strong darkside presence may cause a werewolf to shift. Planets with a strong lightside presence also provoke shifting, but the werewolf may become violently ill.

Werewolves have increased rates of healing, which make them incredibly difficult to kill.

Silver has no effect on them.

Hunter hates everything about being a werewolf lol.

The increase in his senses coupled with his enhanced mutation is not tasty.

They really gave Omega her first sugary drink while Hunter was sleeping smh (they are gonna regret it later when the sugar starts hitting different and she becomes a true gremlin)

Saw this pic and had to draw it with fluffy Hunter

I thought this was kinda cute lol

Tech is probably letting him know he doesn’t look that great lol

This took me like 10 minutes to do and I gained nothing out of it

Just posted Chapter Two! :D

He just like me after the fitness gram pacer test fr

First chapter out now! :D

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hunter & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair & CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair & Echo & Hunter & Omega & Tech & Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Cid (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, werewolf!Hunter, Loth-Wolves (Star Wars), more characters come out later, Hunter Whump (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hurt Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hurt Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hurt CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Hurt Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter Needs A Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Parental Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Sith Alchemy (Star Wars), The Dark Side of the Force (Star Wars), Imperial Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hurt/Comfort, crosshair appears later on, for now we focus on hunters little predicament, How Do I Tag, this fic came from the dark depths of my werewolf obsessed mind, hope yall like angsty werewolf transformations, because thats all we serve here, Crash Landing Summary:

When the Batch crash land on the outer rim planet of Sorgan, they discover things are not what they seem. Hunter, having been separated and injured from the crash, must fight to defend himself from a creature born of the hatred of the Sith, seeking to spread its beastly curse to the next vessel- himself. Now forced to deal with the excruciating and dangerous ailment, the Batch and Hunter must find a cure all the while evading the Empire, who will do whatever it takes to make him their next weapon.

Some sketches pertaining to werewolf! Hunter.

I feel like Tech would definitely try his best to research everything about the dark side of the force and Sith alchemy, mostly to find anything that can help cure his brother (and, of course, just because it’s very interesting to read about and he genuinely enjoys learning new things). But the content he’s delving into is probably less than appropriate for children, especially considering all the violence, dismemberment, etc, (you know, Sith things) that are all over his research. Spooky stuff, and not meant for Omega, lol.

I also think it would be pretty curious if the Jedi and the republic destroyed or kept all Sith documents pertaining to werewolf stuff under heavy security(Tech can get through (probably.. maybe) but it’s gonna be a hassle). Honestly, they might’ve just destroyed everything about the Sith and their discoveries as a way to purge their influence from the galaxy, but I think they could’ve kept a few things, right? *wink wink*

Finally, there’s Hunter writhing in agony 👍. Werewolf transformations are not pleasant, that is for sure.

The transformations run on a full moon cycle, and should occur once a month. However, during space travel, they become spontaneous and unpredictable, making intergalactic transportation a rather grueling and painful experience(trust me, he’d know).

(Cid would bully him about being a wolf man thing but in all honesty, she does feel bad for him 💀)

(I should be able to post the first chapter really soon! I just need to do some final edits to smooth it out)(writing is hard sometimes 💀)

Omega and Hunter have an unfortunate encounter with zygerrian slavers, he goes a lil cray cray, and so here we are 💃💃💃

Some werewolf Hunter brain rot from my fic

It’s not my fault I love the werewolf genre I swear

I had to fight the intrusive thoughts that were yelling at me to put his skull tattoo on his fur bc we all know that’s not how it works

...but should I add it?? 💀🤚