What About Hunter Teaching Omega How To Dance?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

What about Hunter teaching Omega how to dance?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

LIZ THIS IS TOO CUTE STOOOOP, OMG 😭

Sorry it made me think of this gif. Father/daughter fluff, leave me alone i am made of jelly

Hunter didn't fancy himself the 'dad type'. Traveling, bounty hunting, endless scrapping and fighting, and frequenting Cyd's little bar wasn't an ideal location for a child. Hunter glanced at Omega as she tapped through the holoscreen on the jukebox in the corner. Her face was so identical to his and his brothers- a replica unlike any other he had met.

He chided himself. Clones are not fathers.

But something in his nature warmed when he saw her eyes fill with that happiness when she looked at the stars, or smelled clean grass, or explored new planets. Hunter smiled to himself, running a hand over his armorless arm as he leaned on the bar, watching. Omega's brow quirked- like Tech's- and her lips pursed as she read the titles of the songs- like Wrecker's- and she skimmed the list.

"Hunter?"

Blinking, Hunter lowered his drink as the smaller clone turned to look back at him. "Yeah, kid?"

"You know any of these songs?"

Hunter lowered his cup. He was nearly finished with the drink anyway. "Lemme look." Hunter lumbered over, the taste of cheap drink sour in his mouth. Omega stepped away from the jukebox, small fingers tapping each other as they steepled, probably an Echo habit. He smiled sideways towards her, noting briefly that the rainbow light of the jukebox looked bright and demanding on her hair, especially compared to his and his brothers own dark locks. "Huh. Bunch of stuff on here." Hunter thumbed through, tagging over the list of songs.

Omega bounced on her toes as Hunter selected a song, one he vaguely recalled the name of from skimming through whatever networks he could get when he was planetside through the war.

The notes were far more lilted and bright than they were on a crackling ship radio. It was energetic, even, and Hunter looked down at Omega, feeling his lip twitch in amusement. "This whatcha wanted?"

She nodded, her whole body hopping now. Giggling as she reached up, Omega clasped Hunter's hands.

Hunter wasn't quite sure what happened. All military thought melted away and he felt a laugh, a low grumbly chuckle, reverberate in his chest as he held her hands. He was the shortest of his brothers, but even he forgot how small the child was. Hunter grinned and moved with her as she danced. Her feet stepped on the tops of his, and Hunter moved with the music, being the guide for the small girl. Omega's laugh was light. From here, war was a distant thought, or more akin to a memory of some horrible days long passed.

Sure. Normal soldiers weren't fathers.

Good thing he was from a bad batch of soldiers.