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mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year

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Not Alone

Echo x Mechanic!Reader

A/N: Nervous laughter. Sobbing.

Warnings: 18+, making out, angst, sad, character death aftermath, secrets relationship, the boys being the best.

Prompts: 501st, Echo, Mechanic, Angst (unhappy ending), Secret relationship, Include the last text you sent. (If you can spot the text I’ll give you a gold star.)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Thanks to @techs-feral-wife for having a nosey for me and @wizardofrozz for rolling these.

“Osik!” You should have been wearing your gloves to protect from shocks and they would have prevented the slight burning you now felt at the tips of your fingers. “Have you tried restarting the network settings?” You asked the astromech. R2 let out a low whistle but he was interrupted by someone entering via the ramp at the back.

“Don’t let Rex hear you talk like that.” You smiled to yourself as you wound some wires together and then held them out for R2-D2 to solder together.

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged. “He wouldn’t approve?” The blue light finished sparking before your eyes and you pressed the wires carefully back into the body of the B1 droid you were reprogramming.

“No, he would not.” With a sigh you eased your helmet off and locked eyes with and RC Trooper. You took a moment to admire his physique, the way the pauldrons really accented the broadness of his shoulders, the flare the kama gave his hips and you felt your heart kick up at the intimidating sight. His gaze was as golden as pools of honey, streaked with brown and a faint dash of green that you enjoyed studying in the few moments of alone time you actually got.

“Do you approve?” You asked, your tone dropping slightly. The clone approached, his helmet resting easily under his arm, cocked against his side as he came to a stop right before you. You had no choice but to tilt your head right back, keeping your gaze magnetised to his, unable to move from your position straddling the back of the B1 droid you’d been working on. His free hand twitched and your gaze dropped to the blue hand print on his chest.

“R2, I think General Skywalker would like you to go over the plan one more time.” The droid beeped indignantly that you were suggesting he hadn’t memorised the plan for storming the Citadel but you didn’t have anything else in your verbal arsenal. “I know that,” you told the droid, keeping your tone breezy. “Maybe it was General Kenobi instead. You should probably find out then we can finish with these droids.” R2 made a rude noise as he wheeled away but you’d already forgotten about upsetting him.

Echo lifted his hand as soon the astromech was down the ramp, using his gloved thumb to trace your lips. Your breath hitched when his gaze went from affectionate to heated within seconds. His hand tentatively dipped to cup your chin, his fingers digging in and urging you to your feet. No sooner had you stood, he was pushing you backwards making you step over the droids and slamming you against the wall of the shuttle before his lips fell on you.

Your bodies pressed together, having no choice but to melt against his ARC armour as he crowded you against the wall. You heard the thud of his helmet, his hands coming up to grab your face as his lips ravished yours with a desperate message he was trying to silently convey.

He stole your breath. He created a dull roar in your ears as your heart thumped relentlessly behind your rips, beating with his as it raced under his armour. Echo kissed you like he was a drowning man and you were the only thing keeping him alive.

The pair of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now, stealing kisses and whispers in the dark at every opportunity. You often wondered if Fives knew about what was going on, no doubt he wondered where Echo got to occasionally or why his Domino Twin was extra tired. You wondered, but you never asked and Echo never said.

Right now, you didn’t care. Your hands snaked up to run through the short, tough strands of his hair as his hand dropped, hooking under your thigh and hitching your leg as high as he could. You moaned into his mouth, licking as deeply as he did and feeding a moan into his mouth that he gifted back. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead heavily against you as he tried to relax his ragged breathing.

“I miss you,” he breathed, the words caressing your cheeks as you smiled at him. Studying the freckles on his face and stroking the faint stubble that was coming up on his cheeks.

“When you come back, maybe we can take some time?” You suggested hopefully. You felt his hesitation, seeing the frown that dipped between his brows and you made him look up and into your eyes. “I know you can’t promise anything, Echo. I know that, but it’s something we can try and hold onto.” Tears began to wet your lashes and he cupped your cheek, gently swiping his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that fell.

“I want to do that, with you,” he rumbled softly.

“I know,” you whispered, smiling sadly. You leaned towards him, brushing your nose against his, feeling the way he breathed against your skin. The ache inside your chest widened and you pressed a kiss to his waiting lips in the hope he could banish it from you. But no matter how much of each other you breathed in, nothing could stop the darkness that loomed.

You broke apart when his com went off and he dropped your leg with a sigh, finally stepping away to answer it.

Resting against the hull wall you huffed, rubbing your face and forcing yourself to carry this heaviness like it wasn’t crushing you. Usually you were fine before he left for a mission but this time, you just had a bad feeling that would not leave.

“We’ve all been summoned to the briefing room,” he informed you, the telltale pout pulling at his mouth and he looked at the floor like it had offended him.

“You have to go,” you whispered, using the heel of your hand to dab at your cheeks.

“Yes.” His gaze rose to meet with your watery one, all the emotions he was feeling clouding his features and it made your heart throb painfully.

The moment hung suspended between you. An awareness of how difficult this was for you both but neither of you could really talk about it. Without words you gravitated towards one another, colliding roughly in your urgency to feel each other again. Your hands now cupped his face, grabbing him and pulling him to your level for a desperate kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His armour dug in through your overalls but you didn’t care. You wanted his touch imprinted over your body, you wanted his scent tattooed on your skin.

You couldn’t help the tears bleeding from your eyes, hating that your body was betraying you at this moment and it couldn’t have just waited. He took the time to wipe your cheeks, a soft smile on his face as he gazed lovingly at you. “I know we never said…” his voice fractured and you nearly broke on the spot.

“It’s ok,” you whispered. “I feel it too.” His honey rich gaze searched your own, sucking his bottom lip briefly between his teeth as he inhaled sharply.

“When I come back…I’ll say it.” You smiled, trying to ignore the more tears that filled your vision as your insides quivered with love and sadness.

“When you come back,” you repeated. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“I’m expecting you to, kair’ta.” You closed your eyes, feeling him slip silently away and suddenly your hands were empty. Your body was cold and he left you standing alone in the shuttle you had been tasked with maintaining for their mission. It took a moment before you could move again, hating the way the taste of him diminished and the scent of him faded. Lifting a shaky hand to your lips you stared at the empty hatch, wishing briefly he’d come back one more time.

A few angry beeps alerted you to R2’s return and you scoffed at his scolding. “I’m sorry R2, I must have got my wires crossed.” Picking up the panel you replaced it back on the droid and sealed it into place. “Shall we see if these boys work?”

Waiting was the worst part. Even walking the length of the flight deck and back wasn’t enough to stop the thoughts that crowded in your mind. Most of your team left you alone, they knew you cared for the clones and always worried about their safe return, they just didn’t know how far it went.

Forcing yourself to sit on a crate of spare parts you stared at the stars through the blue of the shield. You weren’t privy to any com chatter down here and honestly you weren’t sure if you wanted to listen anyway. It was probably radio silence from the Citadel or they risked detection anyway.

Oh gods…why was this so difficult? You felt the urge to pull on your hair, chew the skin on your side of fingers, every movement made your overalls rub and it aggravated you. They had been down there for hours, it felt like hours.

Oh Echo, Echo please come back to me. Folding into yourself, you covered your face and took a shaky breath.

The ship shuddered around you, the durasteel groaning and you looked up to see ships passing the dorsal doors. You instantly recognised them as Separatist. So they’d been discovered. Your mouth twisted grimly and you joined the group on the deck also watching, as it all unfolded before you.

There was nothing you could do. Nothing, except watch the sacrifices being made to try and extract the group from the hostile planet and leave with as much intact as they could.

No one spoke. Aside from the noises of the ship a silent sense of anticipation reigned on the flight deck, a tension where you readied yourselves before exploding into action when needed. Some medics had come down from the medbay and you clocked their bags of equipment at their feet. No gurneys though, that was a good sign.

Could you…could you dare to hope that this bad feeling you carried would be banished as soon as Echo got off that shuttle? You let yourself get swept up in the daydream of him coming towards you and hauling you into his embrace. Of course, it would never happen like that, but you could dream.

“Ships incoming!” You began to direct the team, requesting extinguishers and beckoning the med team closer but not too close. You looked around one last time to make sure there was room only to see a Larty guided by some Actis and an Aethersprite. No sign of your shuttle and you couldn’t ignore the jolt in your stomach. It meant something had gone wrong.

Upon seeing the ships were intact you let the medics in first, approaching the doors as they opened on the gunship. The first to disembark were the Jedi, you knew them by sight but that was all. And all your attention was on the clones anyway.

Fives was the first one you recognised, your heart jumping and you smiled, because if Fives was here Echo wouldn’t be far behind. You carried on looking. And looking. And looking.

Fives stood on the edge of the group, shaking off a medic and standing with his head bowed. Captain Rex approached him, his helmet tucked under his arm in much the same way Echo had held his earlier. You watched Rex put a hand on Fives pauldron, his expression marked with sorrow as he murmured to the ARC and you shook your head.

No. No…Echo had to be here. You must have just missed him in the crush. So you searched for the blue handprint, the wide shoulders, the flutter of his kama…you searched for it all and still you weren’t seeing him.

The Jedi moved away, ignoring the way General Skywalker’s gaze lingered on your frozen form as he walked past. You barely responded to questions from your team not able to think above the internal scream that was growing louder with each passing second.

Turning on your heel you disappeared into the darkness of the flight deck, hiding behind some crates as your hand clutched at your overalls. Pain radiated from the centre of your chest, leaching out into your body as you gasped desperately against the hurt. This wasn’t happening! He told you he was coming back! He said…he said.

You moaned softly, a noise of pure aching loss and you fell heavily to your knees. Tears spilled unchecked down your face and it hit you how alone you were. You couldn’t talk to anyone about this, you couldn’t show the depth of your grief because you shouldn’t be feeling it this keenly. You weren’t supposed to be in love with him.

And now Echo was…slamming your fists into the flight deck you pounded until the sides of your hands were numb. A scream threatening to rip from your chest like a living beast, pressure built behind your eyes and you could feel the grief clawing it’s way up your throat.

“Hey! Hey!” Echo! He sounded so much like Echo and right now, you were desperate for it. But it wasn’t Echo, you knew that. “You’ll break your hand.” Fives grabbed your wrists, kneeling before you, his own skin wet with tears as he pulled you up.

“Fives…” you breathed between sobs.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry.” He pulled you against him, holding you upright as you went limp in his embrace. Feeling his body shake with the pain that he felt as keenly as you. Your face contorted, still trying to hold it all in and failing. “I tried to stop him, I tried.” If Echo thought he was doing something right, not even the stars themselves could have stopped him.

“D-do you…” clearing your throat you tried to speak but the emotion that clogged your throat made it difficult. “Do you have a piece of his armour?” Fives pulled away, sitting back on his heels and putting his hands on your shoulders. Wiping your face you watched his face, already knowing the answer from the way he briefly closed his eyes as he contemplated on how to tell you. “There was nothing left?” You whispered. “Oh god.”

You shattered.

Not caring if you were heard as you mourned in the dark. Fives held you together as best he could while he fractured with his own pain. He had only learned about you in the last few hours. Echo made him promise to look after you if anything happened to him on their private com channel. And he had, he’d promised Echo without hesitation, thinking he was going to tease his brother so badly when they got back for having a secret relationship.

But now he had someone to hold together, to try and pick up the shattered pieces of your heart because Echo wasn’t here and he couldn’t help but blame himself. Tucking his face into your neck he closed his eyes and gave into his shuddering sobs.

Rex stood a little way away, making sure no one came near those crates. He refused to give details, turning everyone away until he saw Anakin approaching.

“Shouldn’t you be in the medbay, General?”

“Have you been checked?” Anakin bit back and Rex straightened his posture. He couldn’t deny the General if he ordered him away even if he wanted to with every fibre in his being. Rex’s eyes widened with surprise when Skywalker came to a stop beside him, standing to attention at his Captain’s side without a word and Rex relaxed.

Anakin gazed out at the lights of hyperspace and how they flickered through the flight deck. “Nice view,” he commented softly.

“Yes, sir. Good place to stand,” Rex agreed. His thoughts wandered back to Echo and he felt the stab of sorrow lance in his chest. He’d only just found about you, from the moment Fives followed you he knew. He had clocked Echo’s behaviour recently but kept it to himself incase he was mistaken. Now he was desolate that Echo had left you behind, but at least you weren’t alone.

You’d never be alone.

For Echo.

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mrsfeiix · 1 year

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Somebody give this man a high five please ;-;

#star wars #the clone wars #arc fives #arc trooper fives #fives #high five #precious boy #ct 5555

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and-loth-cat · 6 months

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The Clone Wars Haunted Mansion AU but the Hatbox Ghost is just Fives wearing a very elaborate costume

bonus: hondo is Father Kent

lowkey might turn this into a real au bc i have such bad haunted mansion brainrot rn but enjoy this atm

#star wars #haunted mansion #haunted mansion 2023 #hatbox ghost #fives #arc 5555 #arc trooper fives #hondo ohnaka #tcw #swtcw #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars au #im so autistic for haunted mansion like #i love this movie #arc fives #tcw fives #clone trooper fives

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clone-rights-activist · 8 months

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Can someone pretty please draw Fives in those 70's platform boots with flared pants and a puffy bottom-up shirt that's, in fact, not entirely bottomed up, showing of his chest?

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars fanart #arc trooper fives #fives #arc fives #tcw #sw fanart #fanart #prompt

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coline7373 · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Big cheers for @blackkatmagic , one of my favorite SW author, who has an incredible range of ships and characters in their fics.

Sometimes, you want the same thing over and over. Sometimes, you hang on for the ride and the delight to be surprised anew.

efface the footprints in the sands - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Rex/Agen Kolar/Kix, Anakin/The Consequences Of His Actions

I have lived with shades so long - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Feemor/Fox, Sith Magic

to the stars/to the day/to the sun - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Feemor/Darth Maul, Lotho Minor

say you know the difference (between blood and sweetness) - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Padme/Fox/Thorn, (technically) Sith Padme

The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Time-Travelers - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Mace/Five, Time-Travel/Loop

running with lightning feet - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Wolffe/Feral, Plo captures Feral

hide the wolves of sleep (and mask the grave) - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Fox/Quinlan, Mystery & Psychometry

unlearn the constellations to see the stars - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Jon Antilles/Wolffe, Time Travel

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Jon Antilles/Jaster Mereel, Mandalorian Empire & Katooni

Deeper Than Oceans - blackkat - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Kix/A'Sharad Hett

starshine & clay - blackkat - Star Wars Prequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]

Anakin (Vader)/Agen Kolar, Time Travel

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 7 months

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I ran over to ship 😵🤣

I humbly ask for your opinion of Ilani x Fives!

I do not know much about Ilani but I feel like it'd be an interesting ship 👀

hiiii friend, thank you for the ask! no one knows Ilani yet, not even me! I'm figuring her out as I answer these asks lmao

I went a little overboard so we've got "how they met," "general," and "nsfw" headcanons. all below the cut

Ilani x Fives

How they met:

Honestly the circumstances for this have to be very specific. Ilani is the general for the 387th, stationed Rimward, but her forces were involved in the Battle of Kamino, and I imagine this is how Ilani first met Fives.

Or, rather, how she literally bodied him, a newly-promoted ARC trooper, to knock him out of the way of droids firing on his unprotected flank. He toppled to the floor, cursing in every language he knew (which is at least two), about to rip a shiny a new one—when he catchs sight of this imposing wall of a Togruta woman, her lekku whirling as she spins, her green saber a blur in the air as she reflects blaster fire back at the droids. When she grins down at him, pointed canines flashing and golden eyes sparkling with protective fury, he damn near falls in love.

For her part, Ilani was just doing what she felt was right: protecting her own. It didn’t matter that the blue-and-white-clad trooper was in Anakin’s battalion—the clones are her family.

General HCs:

Ilani tolerates Fives for the first few encounters. He’s loud and boastful (with good reason, she supposes, but still). And he always seems to be making flimsy, transparent excuses when they’re both on Triple Zero for why he’s hanging around the Temple—“just waiting for the General, er, General”—and inevitably ends up following her around.

But over time his fierce loyalty to his brothers and his determination to protect the Republic—at any cost—is what wins her over. He’s just as deeply passionate as she is, but he doesn’t hide it. In a way, she’s a little envious of how open he is about his feelings; she often feels that she has to mask her true feelings, or at least the true depth of them, when around her fellow Jedi.

With him, she begins to let go a little. Lets herself experience emotions to their fullest, in a way that she normally only feels comfortable doing on a battlefield.

He makes her laugh; she makes him consider life beyond the war. At first, not in a romantic way, but it slowly becomes that.

She’s the first one to make a move. It’s late on Coruscant, both of them will be returning to the frontlines come morning, and she’s finally let her walls down enough to admit to herself that she cares about Fives—cares for him. They’re tucked away somewhere private, and she just leans over and kisses him.

NSFW HCs:

These two are Not Quiet, at all. The entire barracks and/or Temple will know, depending where they shack up, and it’s just an unspoken rule among the others that no, I didn’t hear anything strange last night.

Ilani learns very quickly that she loves marking Fives, biting into his pecs, biceps, thighs to leave impressions of her pointed teeth. She’s overprotective and has possessive tendencies, and seeing Fives’s body littered with her marks just makes her so feral. (Fives also loves it, except when one of the others catches sight. “No, shut up, vod, I don’t know where it came from.”)

Because they see each other so infrequently, they definitely exchange lewd photos, videos, voice messages—anything to help remind one another that the other is there, alive, and waiting for them.

When they do have time together, they’re either fucking nasty or making the sweetest love; there is no in-between with these two.

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715thattackbattalion · 1 year

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I headcannon that Echo and Fives were trained to be ARCs by Kal Skirata and the Nulls. You can pry this one from my cold, dead hands.

#arc fives #arc echo #clonetrooper #clonewars #clones #star wars #clone wars #starwarstheclonewars #starwars #kal skirata #republic commando #ordo #mereel skirata #nulls #null arcs #arc trooper

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wanderinginksplot · 1 year

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Clone Trooper Rambles

Short, kinda silly Ramble today! Rambles are a pseudo-diary of everyday life embellished by the presence of imaginary clone troopers.

Warnings: a hostile coworker and some mild embarrassment.

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Evil Librarian

"Hey! I've never seen you wear glasses before."

I smiled at one of my favorite coworkers, a woman named Jenna. "Yeah, I don't wear them very often, but I wanted something new."

That was the easiest explanation I could give. Besides, the blue light filters really were helping control my migraines now that I was back at work.

"They look great!"

"Thanks!"

Another coworker snorted and I fought against a grimace. Rick was the problem coworker, the one who always had rude things to say about everyone. “You look like an evil librarian.”

I smiled despite myself. “Specifically an evil librarian?”

“Yeah, you know, the kind that are always shushing people.”

“I think those are just librarians,” I pointed out.

“Well, I think you look great,” Jenna insisted. “Ignore him.”

“Ignore me?” Rick snorted. “Good luck with that.”

Jenna and I made eye contact and I fought another smile. Rick was hard to ignore, but not for the reasons he thought. I had never thought anyone was universally hated before I had met him. I felt sorry for him at first, but then I realized that he brought the vast majority of his problems on himself by being hostile to everyone else.

“Di’kut,” Fives muttered. “No one asked his opinion.”

“That’s never stopped him in the past,” I reminded silently.

“Someone needs to show him that his input isn’t wanted,” Echo said, folding his arms over his chest. “I can think of a few ways that would get through.”

For a moment, I lost my concentration and spaced out as I imagined one of the troopers hitting Rick in the face. It was an amusing image and I reluctantly pulled away from it as Jenna changed the subject.

“I’ve been thinking about how we could start working on the next-”

“Do you ever take a break?” Rick demanded. “You take on more projects than anyone I’ve ever met.”

It wasn’t an incorrect point, unfortunately. Jenna was good at her job - good enough that she was always looking for something else to make it a bit more of a challenge. As a result, she was always juggling about six major projects at a time. I liked to help her out where I could, though there was a limit to it.

“I just like to stay busy,” Jenna explained with a shrug.

“Well, you should take it easy sometime,” Rick snapped. “The rest of us have to pick up your slack while you run around working on a thousand things that don’t really need to be done. It’s ridiculous, and I don’t know why the managers let you get away-”

“Isn’t there something you want to say?” Echo asked lowly, nodding toward my ranting coworker.

“Hey Rick!” I called, drawing his attention. When his eyes met mine, I lifted a finger to my lips. “Shhh! C’mon, this is a library.”

Just then, one of the managers stepped through a nearby doorway, throwing a bewildered look in my direction. Jenna had dissolved into giggles before the manager turned away, shaking his head as he walked down the hall. I followed her example soon afterward, my cheeks burning with embarrassment even as I chuckled.

But the biggest surprise of all was from Rick, who let out a loud laugh and went back to what he had been working on before. As soon as he was out of earshot, Jenna leaned in with a furious whisper. “What was that? I’ve never heard him laugh before, not unless it was at somebody!”

“To be fair, he may have been laughing at me,” I reminded her. “I did just make an idiot of myself in front of our boss.”

“Nah, I’ve done worse,” Jenna consoled me.

“And so have you,” Fives pointed out helpfully.

I groaned in answer and walked away before my boss could come back to ask when this had become a library.

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Author's Note - Like I said, short and silly! Life has been a little crazy these last few months, and I just realized how long it had been since I posted a Ramble.

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