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seriowan · 2 years

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a little echo - dad!fives x mom!f!reader (republic victory au)

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⭒ summary: mischievous, giggly, and absolutely adorable. what else could you expect from a miniature version of fives? ⭒ word count: 1.8k ⭒ pairing: dad!fives x f!reader ⭒ cw/tw: tooth-rotting fluff, parenting, motherhood, republic victory au where echo died at the citadel ⭒ a/n: i had baby fever and when @stcrmhond came into my inbox with dad!fives, my mind went into OVERLOAD. baby i see u and ur dad!wolffe mention and LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING... that's probably on its way too cause i have no self-control hehe

The first thing that you noticed when you walked through the door of your apartment was the silence.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Normally, a pair of big black boots and a two-year-old’s light-up shoes would be scattered by the door. The air would smell of burnt food from Fives’ attempt to cook dinner after your shift or Ekko would come sprinting up to you with his thick little hands making grabbing motions, eyes full of happy tears as he would beg to be picked up.

But, your apartment remained silent.

There were no boots or tiny blue shoes by the door. The box of toys was closed tightly and everything stayed clean, including the air that smells like… something sweet? You couldn’t name it and you didn’t have the time to sit and think about it.

Hooking your keys on the wall, you slipped off your shoes and shut the door, calling out, “Fives? Ekko? Baby, are you home?”

Silence.

You frowned, unable to hide the touch of worry as you called out their names once more. Steady footsteps walked to the kitchen, dejected to see that everything was cleaned and put away. You’d rather it be messy and chaotic than so dull and dreary. The nervous pit in your stomach only grew when you ventured down the hall toward your bedroom.

As the door opened with a hiss, you cringed, half expecting Fives and Ekko to come jumping out with some sort of prank. Instead, you saw Fives’ armor hanging neatly in its corner, right alongside his blaster and helmet. Straightened sheets showed no sign of Fives’ daily nap and Ekko’s blue blanket, crocheted by Cody but gifted through Rex, sat in its spot between your pillows, folded and untouched since the morning.

It was unnerving to know that your home was silent when both of your boys should have been here.

Biting your lip, you realized that there was one more room left to check before you were going to call Fives’ comm. With a deep breath, you walked to the door just outside the bedroom — the door painted blue and covered in stickers of GAR ships and various troopers.

Much to the 501st’s dismay (but the 212th’s delight), many of the trooper stickers happened to be men in yellow rather than blue.

You reach your hand towards the panel when you suddenly paused and pressed your ear against the door.

Even though the layers of metal, you caught the trace of a deep and heavy snore, followed by a soft yet undoubtedly mischievous giggle.

Chewing on your cheek, you opened the door and peeked your head into Ekko’s room.

Clad in grey sweatpants and a tight black tank top, Fives lay sprawled and asleep on the carpeted floor, snoring like an angry bantha in spring. While the faint hiss of the door opening didn’t exactly wake him from his coma nap, the little brown-haired toddler sitting on his chest glanced up with wide eyes of shock, frozen from being caught red-handed with a blue marker in his hand.

You slapped your hand over your mouth, clenching your eyes shut as you struggled to hold in a series of loud laughter.

Ekko dropped the marker down in his lap and flashed you a shy smile, dimples creasing his cheeks. His small hand nervously slapped over Fives’ face like he could cover the evidence of his boredom, but all it did was simply wake up his father.

With a curt snort, Fives’ eyes snapped open. He blinked, glancing at Ekko with furrowed brows as he reached up to move the small hand from his cheeks.

“What the he-e-e-y-y, mesh’la!” He gave you a happy smile, oblivious to the shit-faced grin that you hid underneath your palm. “You’re home late! I didn't make dinner so I figured we'd order somethin' and maybe watch a holofilm tonight-”

Clearing your throat, you finally lowered your hand and gestured to your face. “Uh, baby, you got a little something there.”

He arched his brows, glancing back and forth between you and Ekko before steadily standing up. Hiking the toddler onto his hip, he walked up to the window and lifted the blinds. The moment he was greeted with a tattooed reflection, his eyes bulged and his mouth fell open in surprise — a look that made Ekko burst with laughter, consequently making you fall into giggles as well.

Fives scooped the baby up into the air, holding him right above his face as he accused with a grin, “You did this? You pranked me? You’re barely two!”

“He’s obviously a quick learner,” you snickered, turning to grab a wet towel from the bathroom.

When you returned, Fives was back on the floor with Ekko on his chest, grinning as the toddler continued scribbling happily on his face. Ekko was now kicking his feet, speaking in his toddler language to an intently-listening Fives. With a sigh, you settled the towel on the dresser and laid down beside Fives. He reached over your hip, resting his hand comfortably on your thigh as you settled your cheek on his shoulder.

Ekko paused drawing on Fives’ face to raise his marker and happily say, “Blue. Daddy blue.”

“That’s right,” Fives beamed proudly, giving you a pointed look. “Look at him, already representing 501st blue. Cody's gonna hate this but Rex? Ah, he's going to piss himself crying when I tell him.”

“That man needs his own child,” you mumbled as you pressed your lips to Fives’ shoulder. “Or else he’s going to end up stealing ours.”

Fives snorted and rolled his eyes. Ekko giggled and quickly mimicked him, echoing the same snort and a half-attempted eye roll.

You smiled, playfully running your fingers up his leg to his chest before tickling him, earning a series of happy giggles. Fives kissed your forehead and looked back at Ekko with glistening eyes.

Even though two years had passed, it seemed as if he’d never get used to the marvelous fact that he had his own little replica of himself. Not a clone, but a blend of you both, created properly with parents who loved him in a world that was finally safe.

But, as much as Fives loved his son, he would always see a piece of someone else in Ekko. The face that had left him far too soon. The man whose chosen name was passed onto his nephew; a perfect decision now that Ekko had truly grown into his personality. Each day that passed, Fives saw more and more of his twin in his son’s eyes. They shared the same laughter; the same shy inclination towards mischief; the same knack to mimic others either intentionally or unintentionally.

It was heartwarming and Fives wouldn’t have it any other way… but it was a reminder of what he had lost in order to gain.

He talked to you about this, voicing a worry that he would one day come to turn Ekko away for looking and acting too much like Echo. He was afraid that Echo would become too much of a painful memory, preventing him from looking at his son without a gaze of loss.

I don’t know how to be a dad, he had said. I…I didn’t have one. The biggest father figure in my life was Rex but even that’s a stretch. What if I can’t do it? What if I’m going to miss something or do something that makes him hate me? You know how they get when they’re older… what if I mess up?

What if…What if… What if…

By now, it was instinct to know when he would fall into this train of thought. The silence was the first tip-off, and the subconscious way he’d seek your touch and hold you was the second. When his arm moved to loop around your shoulder, pulling you against the side of his torso, you knew that he was struggling and turned your head to look up.

“Fives,” you said softly, causing his eyes to open and flicker towards you. Ekko stood from his chest to seek out more markers, giving you a moment to prop yourself up on your elbow and press a kiss to Fives’ cheek. “You are a good father. He’s too young to tell you this, but what you’re doing? It’s enough. Just being here and doing this?” You playfully pinched his marker-covered cheeks. He softly smiled and swatted at your hand. “It means more than you know. You don’t need to have a father in order to be a good one. And he obviously loves you more than me.”

Ekko walked over just in time to hear the last part, causing him to furrow his brows and shake his head.

“No?” Fives dramatically gasped, splaying his hand over his chest. “No? So you’re telling me that mom’s better?”

Ekko hid his hands behind his back, shyly dipping his chin when he looked at you. You arched a brow, waiting for him to say yes, only for Ekko to suddenly shake his head and point at Fives. Slapping a hand over his mouth, he giggled into his palm when Fives let out a happy holler. You grinned and nodded, patting Fives’ chest for Ekko to sit back down.

“See?” You craned your neck to kiss Fives’ cheek. “Told you.”

Fives simply nodded, shifting his attention to Ekko as he roughly sat down. An oof slipped past Fives’ lips, twitching into a frown when Ekko raised a red and orange marker instead of blue. “What? Ad’ika, Daddy hates every color except blue.”

“Mommy doesn’t,” you smirked, tapping your cheek. “Tat me up, baby.”

Fives gave you a deadpanned stare, repeating, “Tat me up?”

You paused and sighed. “I’ve been spending too much time with the Corries.”

He nodded in agreement, smirking as Ekko uncapped the red marker with a sharp pop. He leaned over, drawing a squiggle up your cheekbone. As you giggled at the ticklish sensation, you caught Fives’ loving gaze and raised a hand, cupping his cheek and swiping your thumb across his goatee.

“I love you,” you said firmly, shifting your gaze to Ekko as he drew a circle in your cheek. “And I love you, baby boy. So, so, so much.”

Ekko sat back, pressed his lips into his palm, and blew you a kiss. You pretended to catch it and place it against Fives’ heart.

Fives chuckled and cupped the back of Ekko’s head, pulling him close to smack a brief kiss onto his forehead. Ekko smiled and continued writing along the side of your face, flashing you cheeky little grins whenever he caught your eyes.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” Fives said softly so that only you could hear.

“You don’t have to do anything to deserve something good in life. No one does.”

He chuckled. “Sure you’re not a Jedi? I swear, I think I heard Master Plo say something similar-”

You playfully pinched his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. “Smartass.”

“Osik, baby,” Fives muttered nasally, reaching for your fingers. “You’re pinching hard-”

Ekko immediately perked up, causing you to pale and Fives to break out in a big grin right before the toddler could scream out, “OSIK!”

Fives howled out in laughter while you let out a deep, lamenting groan.

“THAT’S MY BOY!”

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