fake dating (two starting messages)

[ starter one is based loosely off a, funnily enough, Crosshair x reader i once read. i am no longer interested in Crosshair but i LOVE the idea in the context of Hunter ]

[ starter two is based off a Hunter x reader i more recently read that i really, really liked. based off of, not copied, because i wanted to personalize it a little ]

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STARTER ONE:

Hunter... didn't like this. But Cid promised a bigger cut than usual, and at least *he* got to go with you. That was better than you going alone.

The two of you were going... *semi* undercover to meet a client that preferred to stay on the downlow. Apparently, the man had a lot of enemies and a lot of reasons to be hiding.

Those were the few details they were given, besides the meeting place. Which, unfortunately, was a... honeymoon resort. Fine. Whatever.

The real problem was that he had volunteered to go with you *before* Cid had mentioned that, in order to slide in this resort, you would have to play the role of newlyweds.

But it was too late to back out now, even though he was seriously out of his depth here. The nervousness was practically radiating off of him as the two of you stood side by side, dressed in civilian clothes, outside the resort.

Honestly, he was trying to hype himself up to go in.

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STARTER TWO:

Hunter was really getting sick of Cid and her near obsessive need to be *the* place to be in Ord Mantell.

It wasn't like her parlour was *all that* to begin with. It was small and dingy and loaded with mercenaries most of the time.

But a new mercenary bar opened up halfway across the block and was eating up her patronage, so of *course* it was their problem and of *course* they had to fix it. At least they were getting paid... he hoped.

"Wish I still knew where my dress blues were. Definitely would have been easier than getting this stupid thing," Hunter griped mostly to himself, as he attempted to tie his bowtie.

Of course that place had to be of the idiotic *fancy* variety. Wearing anything but his armour... it just didn't feel right. Or safe.