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starrylothcat · 4 months

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Pairing: Echo x Reader

Summary: Echo knows you are alone on Life Day Eve and wants to spend the holiday with you.

Warnings: Light angst/meloncholy related to the holidays, kissing/making out, slight allusion to sexy times but not described and nothing explicit. Fluffy and happy ending. 🎄

WC: 2676

A/N: This is a gift for @cc--2224 as part of the Life Day Fic Exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange !

I played with ideas from the prompt: Having no one to spend the holidays with and being invited out/over to spend it with [x clone].

❄️ Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy @cc--2224 ! ❄️

The sun was setting, and delicate rays of light poured into the streets from residences up and down every street on Pabu.

Life Day lights began twinkling on above doors and around windows as the sun sunk beyond the horizon.

Laughter and melodic tunes floated in the air, along with mouth-watering aromas from holiday feasts being set out on tables for friends and family to enjoy.

Echo stood outside your small Pabu cafe, trying to steady his nerves. He was clutching a bottle of rare Tevraki whiskey in his hand, something he had been saving for some time.

Your neon “Open” sign was switched off and the cafe was dark, though a string of Life Day lights flickered above your storefront sign.

You lived in a small apartment in the back of the cafe, and Echo could see a dim light illuminating your living room window.

It was Life Day Eve, and Echo knew you were alone.

Echo had been frequenting your cafe for a while now, making a point to come in the early mornings when your delectable baked goods were fresh out of the nanowave oven.

The more he got to know you, sipping caf and sharing stories and smiles, the more he realized he was catching feelings.

It started small, at first. Little fleeting flutters of his heart when he entered your cafe, knowing you’d be behind the counter. His face warming when you’d laugh, a wonderful medolic laugh that made those flutters in his chest beat like a porg’s wings trying its damdest to fly.

When he was away on missions with Rex, he thought more and more of you, truly missing you and how he felt when he was in your presence.

He felt…safe. Comfortable. At ease. Emotions he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

You were kind and generous to everyone who entered your cafe and went out of your way to help the people of Pabu. You often hand-delivered bespoke baked goods to new arrivals to make them feel at home.

Echo admired your kind heart, quiet strength, and warm demeanor. It took him time to fully realize what he was feeling, but let it happen. Echo had been thinking more and more of his future, especially now that he was in control of his destiny for the first time in his life.

He had much taken from him, his very soul used against his will. He was given a second chance, and he was not going to waste it.

So when Echo discovered you were spending the holiday by yourself, he knew he couldn’t let you be alone, not tonight.

You cared so much about Life Day, just the day before describing your fond memories of celebrating with your family as a child. You were a refugee like most Pabu residents, and you’ve been unable to see your family for many years due to the war.

Echo picked up the melancholy in your voice and how your body language changed when you spoke of your memories, a heavy weight anchoring you down knowing it was another Life Day without them.

Echo had his brothers and Omega. He was incredibly lucky to have a support structure, even after all he had been through.

The thought of you having no one to celebrate with didn’t sit right with him, so he decided to surprise you with a bottle of whiskey he purchased some time ago, a drink he used to share with Fives on this very holiday.

Echo found himself with a similar weight in his chest this cycle, thinking of Fives. Life Day was Five’s favorite holiday, and Echo had many memories of him and Fives savoring this drink on this nat-born holiday, cheering their brothers, and speaking of their hopes for the future.

Echo couldn’t think of anyone else he’d want to share this drink with tonight. Not even his own brothers. But you.

Now Echo stood in front of your door, hesitating for a moment, hoping he wasn’t coming on too strongly.

Echo never had time for relationships and was currently flying by the seat of his pants, but wasn’t dumb.

Echo has noticed how your expression softens when you look at him, or how your hand always brushes against his every time he hands you credits for his caf, touching his hand just long enough to be noticeable.

He was here as a friend, as much as he wanted to be more than friends. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, and let you know just how much you meant to him.

Echo wanted to respect your boundaries, though, and if you just wanted to be friends, he would continue to stand by your side as that and nothing more.

Echo took a breath and walked to the back of your cafe, up to your front door that was adorned with a Life Day wreath.

He tapped on your front door with his scomp.

It was now or never.

He waited a moment, hearing quiet music playing and some shuffling.

“Hello?” Your voice called from behind your door.

“It’s Echo.”

Your door clicked open, revealing your face, warm light spilling out, illuminating Echo who stood before you.

You were wearing your apron, the one you always adorned in the storefront, and Echo could immediately smell something sweet drifting from your kitchen.

“Echo!” Your face lit up. “What are you doing here?” You looked surprised, glancing at the whiskey in his hand.

“Thought you could use some company tonight.” Echo held it up, trying his best to act casual.

Your lips parted in a delicate oh, a blush warming your cheeks as you took in the man you are seriously crushing on standing in your doorway.

“Echo…you didn’t have to…I’m sure you have plans with your brothers…?”

Echo shook his head. “I want to be here, with you. You shouldn't have to spend the holiday alone.”

A genuine smile graced your features and Echo felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

You stepped to the side, gesturing inside. “Please, come in!

Echo stepped inside your small home. It was cozy, with a few dim lamps casting a pleasing glow throughout your living space. A Life Day tree was tucked in the corner of your living room and sparkling lights lined the ceiling, adding a magical feel to the space.

Your dining room table had racks of tooka-shaped cookies cooling, the culprit of the delicious smell.

“Sorry for the mess.” You walked to your kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab glasses. “I wasn’t expecting company…” You laughed, reaching with your tiptoes into the cupboard.

“No need to apologize. I’m the one intruding.” Echo stood near the table, placing the whiskey bottle down where there was space.

You walked back over to him, holding the glasses.

“No, not at all, Echo. I’m…really glad you’re here.”

You smiled your beautiful smile that Echo replayed endlessly in his head, making his heart do flips in his chest.

“Hope you like whiskey.” Echo said, “I used to drink this with my brother on Life Day. We’d save up credits for months to get a bottle.”

You scooted a rack of cookies out of the way, placing the glasses on the table.

“I’m honored you’re sharing it with me.” You untied your apron, draping it over a nearby chair.

“And yes, I do like whiskey, so you will have to share.” Your eyes held a mirthful glow, the Life Day lights hanging above mirrored in your irises.

Echo’s heart was thumping as he poured you each a glass of the amber liquid.

You gestured toward your couch. “Shall we?”

Echo sat next to you on your couch, sinking into the comfortable cushions as you settled near him. The couch was small, leaving little room between you.

You cradled your glass of whiskey, the lights from your tree reflecting off the crystaline glasses. A comfortable silence spreading between the two of you, only interrupted by the music playing from your radio.

Echo looked so handsome in the glow of your lights. His jaw was set, strong, and stubbled. His skin had gained some color back from the Pabu sun, and you could see his muscular shoulders tight against the civilian clothes he was wearing.

You have known Echo for some time now, ever since he and his brothers first came to the tropical planet. He stopped by your cafe every morning he could for caf and a spice cake. You learned some of his story before Pabu, but not all. You knew how he got his cybernetics, a story he told you early one morning in your shop.

Your heart broke for him but admired his resilience and ever-present strength. It’s one of the many reasons why you have fallen for him.

“Thank you, Echo.” Your eyes met his brown ones, butterflies coming to life in your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to give you my whole sob story yesterday…I usually keep myself busy on Life Day, as you can see.” You motioned behind you to all the cookies.

Echo shook his head. “Don’t apologize. The holiday can be hard on everyone, especially now. I’ve been thinking more of my brother, and it hurts knowing he can’t be here. You’re not alone in this.”

He lifted his glass of whiskey toward you.

“Cheers.” He said, clinking his glass against yours. “To friends and family.”

“Cheers.” You replied, “To friends and family.”

You both sipped the sweet alcohol, enjoying the warmth in your chest it provided as you swallowed.

“You and your brother had good taste.” You smiled behind your glass, taking another small sip, savoring the drink.

Echo chuckled.

“Glad you think so.”

You watched something flash across Echo’s eyes.

Echo had told you a little about Fives in passing, but not much.

“I’m sure he’d be happy that you are continuing your tradition.”

Echo nodded, a small, sentimental smile pulling at his lips.

“Yeah…he was a good man. One of the best I’ve ever known.”

“Tell me about him,” you started. “Only if you want, though.”

Echo knew Fives would be happy for him, and while he desperately wished he could be here, talking about him lifted the stone off his chest that had settled ever since he saw this whiskey.

He told you of the first time they bought this drink, and almost getting caught with it in their bunk when they were cadets.

The night went on, trading stories of the past, you talking of your family and Life Day traditions, and Echo speaking of his brothers, reminiscing on the trouble he and Fives used to get up to.

There was a newfound intimacy between the two of you, for once not just talking in your cafe. Echo had never felt closer to you than now, watching how your features glowed under the lights, talking of fond memories and the current goings on in Pabu.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but you ended up sitting close enough to Echo that your legs were almost touching.

Your conversation lulled, and Echo glanced at your chrono, seeing how late it was, well past midnight.

Time always went by so quickly with you. That peaceful serenity that he only felt with you had overtaken him, not wanting it to end.

“I didn’t mean to keep you this late.” He spoke softly. “I should go.”

Without thinking, your hand shot to his knee, feeling the hard metal underneath his clothing.

“You don’t have to go, not yet.” You said quickly.

You didn’t want him to leave. Your gaze met his, your hand still on his cybernetic knee.

Echo’s honeyed eyes swam with emotion, feeling your hand on his knee slide up toward his thigh, where his skin began.

Echo, spurred on by your touch and maybe a little bit of the whiskey, laid his hand atop yours. The gentleness of your hand contrasted with his larger, calloused palm.

Your eyes darted to where your hands met, and back to his.

Echo whispered your name so quietly you almost missed it over the thrumming of your own heart.

“Thank you for being here tonight.” You took a breath.

“I know we both have people we are missing right now…it’s usually a difficult time for me, but this is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”

Your voice was quiet too, enjoying the weight of his hand atop yours.

“You…mean a lot to me, Echo.”

Echo’s eyes widened slightly, heat rushing up his neck, hoping he was hearing you correctly.

“You mean a lot to me, too.” Echo’s hand lightly squeezed yours, your confessions hanging around you as excitement flooded your systems, realizing you both felt the same.

The air was suddenly thick, a magnetic pull tugging at both of you toward one another.

You were so close now, his nose brushing against yours as you both tentatively leaned in, your lips just centimeters away as you slowly closed the distance.

Finally, your lips touched, soft and chaste, his scomp lifting to gently trace down your arm as his lips captured yours.

Echo felt as if sparks were going off in his entire body, your lips sweeter than he imagined. He never wanted to let go of this moment.

It was pure bliss to kiss you, Echo’s mind solely focusing on you, how you felt, the way your breath hitched when he brought his hand to cup your face, gently caressing his thumb under your eye.

You pulled away, already missing his spicy musk and surprisingly plush lips.

“This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time, too.” Echo traced his knuckle down your cheek. “And it’s because of you. It’s always because of you.”

You leaned in again, overwhelmed by emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a more passionate and fervent kiss.

Everything that had been building between the two of you didn’t need to be spoken, the way your mouths danced and hands roamed one another’s bodies spoke for itself.

You sighed into his mouth as he shyly slid his tongue across your lower lip, politely asking for more.

His hand cradled the back of your head, entangling in your hair as your kiss deepened.

Emboldened, Echo broke the steamy kiss and traced his mouth down your jawline, placing hot kisses slowly down your neck.

The quiet whimpers that left your swollen lips ignited his body with passion, hoping he hadn’t fallen asleep on your couch and this was just a dream.

Echo lavished your skin, making his way back up to your lips for another profoundly devoted kiss.

When you both finally pulled away to catch your breaths, your lips were shiny with saliva, and your bodies flushed.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as Echo held you against his strong body.

“Do you still want to go?” You asked.

Echo shook his head.

“I think you convinced me to stay.”

He brushed his lips against yours, slowly leaning you back on the couch, until you were laying down and he was above you.

You looked up at him through hooded eyelids as he took in your form beneath him, your soft body pliable against his.

“Can’t let you wake up alone on Life Day, either.” Echo’s voice was deliciously deeper than usual as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss right under your ear, causing you to shudder in delight.

Echo waited for your answer, not wanting to take things further than you wanted.

“No, you can’t.” You replied, pulling him down flush against you, your lips meeting again, your bodies entwining.

When you awoke the next morning in one another’s arms, for the first Life Day in a long time, you both felt indescribable happiness.

As you drifted off the night before, speaking softly to one another in the afterglow of your ignited feelings for one another, Echo was afraid when he woke up, that peace he felt only with you would be gone. Or that maybe you’d only wanted that one night with him, and nothing more.

The feeling was still there, even stronger than before. His fears dissipated when you left feather-light kisses across his chest, asking if he’d like to stay for breakfast and help decorate some of the cookies you had made last night.

Echo wholeheartedly agreed, inviting you to the dinner Hunter was hosting that evening with Omega and the rest of his brothers.

The heaviness that had settled over both of you leading up to the holiday had lifted away, replaced with glimmering elation and harmony that only you could give one another, knowing you would never have to be alone on Life Day ever again.

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Life Day Gift

Summary: When you were a kid, you became close friends with Din Djarin. But after you escaped the Seperatist attack on your village, your beloved Din is assumed dead. Now you're an adult working a Life Day shift, where a visiting Mandalorian arrives. You assume he's just like any other customer, minus some armor and a baby, but there's a surprise beneath that helmet...

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Din defends you from a creepy older boy and rude customer's at your restaurant job, swearing. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Some sassy banter. Fluff to Angst to Fluff again. Life Day. Eventual Happy Ending.

Word Count: 2K

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A/N: Hi there, @againstacecilia! It is I! Your Secret Santa! Here is your gift for @trekkingaroundasgardsevents and @startrekkingaroundasgard's Holiday Fic Exchange! This is my first time EVER writing for Star Wars, so I hope you like it! Reblogs and Comments are appreciated! Happy Holiday Season!

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THE PAST

You would never forget the boy. Your own home village was quaint, peaceful. The adults talked worriedly of the empire, but it didn’t matter to you. What did matter was that little boy, Din.

You met when an older boy was being far too creepy to you for your comfort when out of nowhere- WHOOOSH! - he was pelted by a rock.

“Hey! Leave her alone!”

Looking into the light from the street corner you were targeted on, he almost seemed to glow. He was small and skinny with dark eyes and dark hair. But despite his smallness, his courage made him stand like he was a giant.

“Or else what?” the older boy sneered.

His answer came in the form of another rock that pelted him so hard in the face that it knocked him down, nose bleeding. You ran away from him, clutching the hand of the little boy.

“Hurry! Let’s go!!!” You pleaded, and both of you ran off.

Hardly anyone believed you about the older boy. You were a child, and he was a teenager. The few who did confront him. The older boy cried and said he was sorry, and he was quickly forgiven In the eye of the adults. They patted his back and smiled and invited him to their Life Day dinners coming up next month.

Your own pain didn’t matter, but his feelings did. It hurt you so much you ran outside the house to cry.

“Hey…is that you again?”

You turned your head up to see the dark-haired little boy.

“Yes, it’s me…”

“What’s your name?” he asked you.

You gave your own, wiping snot and tears off your sleeve.

“And what’s your name?” you asked.

“I’m Din Djarin. You can call me Din.” He introduced.

“Din…teach me how to throw rocks like you do, can you? Please?”

And that was the beginning of a friendship. You were strangers at school but became thick as thieves. You swapped cookies together. He taught you how to throw rocks and even a bit about how boys would fight and throw punches. It made you feel safer and stronger as that older boy prowled the streets. But Din never left you alone. You scraped your knees, laughed, talked together, and visited each other’s houses. His mother would pour out blue milk to sip on. You would take him to your house and read him some of your favorite stories with you doing all the voices. And Din would go into your room to see your things.

“Trinkets?” He would gasp, looking at the shiny rocks and rings.

You nodded your head. “Mmhmm- let me show my collection!”

Your first Life Day together, Din gave you a special gift. From inside his pocket, he pulled out a string necklace with a beautiful stone on it. It was a golden pendant on a leathery string with a bright star in the center.

“Oh, Din! This is the best gift ever! I love it! Thank you!” you squealed.

And you gave him the biggest hug. He always gave the best hugs.

It all seemed so different later. The attack. The separatists. It seemed like one day; you both were running home from school to laugh about the teacher and snack on blue cookies from your mother.

And the next morning when you woke up there were blasts and screams right outside. Your parents rushed into your room.

“Y/N! Y/N! We must leave, please! Now!” your father insisted.

The pendant was around your neck as you hurriedly put on a coat and grabbed whatever you could. You clutched your pendant, your eyes looking worriedly as villagers fled for their lives around you.

“Where’s Din?! We must find him! We must take him with us!” you pleaded.

“No, Y/N! We don’t have time! There’s a ship we have in the back- they’re taking only the first few who arrive! We must run- NOW!” your mother begged.

You ran with them as you freed your hands to grab theirs. Hearing the screams, the stomping of Stormtrooper boots, and your own terrified heart ringing in your ears and keeping your eyes forward, though your peripheral was filled with the bodies of your friends and neighbors. But you kept running, forgetting the tiredness and the fire in your lungs for what of breath.

Your family hopped onto the ship and flew away to safety somewhere else. But your heart never stopped racing and you didn't stop shaking the whole trip.

Once you had landed on a new planet with a new life, you asked constantly for news about the Djarin family. About the boy.

And it arrived.

Your parents took your hands as you sat at your new table and looked you in the eye. Your mother had a communication device in her hand that she had just turned off. They were already frowning and starting to tear up.

“Y/N…The Djarin family was killed by the Separatists.” she told you.

“Including Din?” you asked.

“He was never found. But we know they burn bodies after. So…including Din…” your father answered.

You leaned into their arms, sobbing for your friend.

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CURRENT DAY

“Hey Y/N! If you have time to lean, you have time to clean!”

Ugh, to think I have to spend Life Day working you cursed, getting up from your thirty second break.

Working at a bar wasn’t glamorous, but it was stable and paid the bills. And if you worked on holidays, there was a bigger bonus and here you were. The fact it was a bar and a restaurant brought over even more customers which meant usually busy shifts.

It was a huge pain in the ass, but it was something. And you knew you had two bills due this week at least. Maybe it was better than another awkward holiday with your family.

You got out and grabbed a rag, cleaning up remnants of a spilled drink on the table. Ooof, you would need a new one.

Why can’t these customers ever learn to clean up after themselves? You thought this as you returned the rag to the kitchen. Didn’t they realize you were human too?

To be fair, you had alien and droid customers frequently so perhaps human wasn’t the right word. Hmm, maybe…being? Creature?

Once you pondered this, you heard a sound like a little coo and looked over.

Speaking of creatures, a tiny green creature was by your feet. He let out another innocent babble. He had big dark eyes and wide ears and was so small, he had to waddle and tug at the end of your pants to get attention.

“Why hello there!” you greeted.

He cooed in response, wiggling his ears.

“What’s your name? Do you have a seat? Want anything to eat or drink, buddy?!” you asked, bending down your knees to greet him.

“Hey! He’s mine!” a voice barked.

You looked up and your blood froze to see a fully armored Mandalorian approach you.

“Oh, I wasn’t doing anything,” you protested, hands on your hips.

The little one waddled to him and the Mandalorian scooped him up in his arms.

“I can’t let this guy get hurt,” he said.

“I wasn’t hurting him, I was just greeting him like I do anyone else,”

“Fine. Is there a table?”

“You’re lucky this one is just cleaned up.

“Aright, give us both some Rootleaf Stew with Polystarch bread. Plus save a slice of Blackberry pie- this little one likes dessert,”

“One thing at a time…I’ll get it!”

You left and re-arrived with the food in hand. In the back the band was blasting all the Life Day hits that you heard so much you wanted to scream.

But once you bent down and were serving the dishes, you felt the little green babies’ hands on you. You paused to see that your pendant had slid out of your shirt and the baby was playing with it. The Mandalorian froze. You glanced down. The baby pawed at your pendant like a cat, giggling.

“Oh, you like this, buddy?” you asked, showing him the necklace.

You investigated the helmet defiantly “is that against your own parenting code, hm? This is the way and all that and a cup of tea?”

The Mandalorian kept looking directly at you through his helmet.

“Where…where did you get that necklace?” he asked.

“Old friend, Life Day Gift,” you answered.

You wiped the stains from your hands onto the rag tied onto your belt.

“Who is your friend? What planet did they come from? What was their name?” the Mandalorian kept asking.

The little green baby kept digging into his food with a content babble.

“Look, it’s…it’s personal, alright? And he…he died. Killed in a Separatist attack with his parents, okay? How is that? I…it’s a lot…”

He nodded his helmet down.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I had no idea…” he then said.

He gave you a spare napkin to wipe the tears at the ducts of your eyes.

“Would…would you like your pies with cream or plain?” you asked per your practice.

“Cream,” he answered.

Once you arrived with the pies, the Mandalorian left a generous tip.

“When is your shift over?” he asked.

“In…in an hour and a half? Why do you ask? Why do you even care?” you said.

“I…I want to speak to you after, if that’s alright,” he answered.

Your blood was cold. Were you being hunted?!?! You hadn’t done anything! But then again, his voice didn't word it as a threat...

“Okay, you can…” you replied.

He stayed at the table. You took a deep breath and released it. After getting a brief sip of water, you continued your shift. Though noticeably, if a customer was being short to you, the Mandalorian would walk up.

“Hey. Show some respect. It’s Life Day, after all.” He would threaten.

The rude customer’s jaw would drop, their color draining, and then act with more manners. You bit back a large smile.

Finally, the shift ended. Once you turned in your apron, you met him outside. But then you felt a splatter of rain from outside.

“Ugh, Maker help me! What an ugly storm!” you complained.

“Come to my ship.” He offered.

The rain pattered on him, making a louder noise against his armor. He seemed rather unbothered by it.

“What?” you cried.

“It’ll be dry there.”

“Okay…that does sound better," you shrugged.

You followed his dark cape, the little pod for the baby floating by his side. Once you got into the ship, you shivered from the rain on you.

He opened a quadrant and pulled out a cloak.

“Here..it’ll make you feel better,” he offered.

You nodded and accepted it.

“Why are you doing all this? You’re just supposed to be a Bounty Hunter. Why me? Just Life Day Spirit in you?” you asked.

There was a pause.

“Is your name Y/N?” he asked.

Thunder shot through you.

“Didn’t I give you my name when I got your food?” you asked.

“You didn’t,” he said.

“How do you know my name?” you questioned, taking a bold step forward.

“You have that necklace that your friend gave you. Were you children then?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered, feeling the floor give in beneath you.

“And he was killed?" he continued.

“By Separatists, yes.”

He folded his arms in front of him.

“What was his name?”

“Din Djarin. I’d just call him Din. And he was the sweetest boy…not that the Empire cared. They killed him one and the same.” You said, tears welling up.

There was another pause. Quietly, the Mandalorian reached his hands up to his helmet.

“What…what are you doing?” you asked.

He gripped the sides and slowly began to slip it off.

“What! Stop! Isn’t that breaking the code? What about you-“

Once it slipped off, you saw him. Not a boy, but a man. He had matured. There was a small mustache beneath his nose. But his eyes and dark hair and face were almost the same.

“What…what…no…are you…” you started to mutter, both hands flew to your mouth and the world around you spun with shock.

“Y/N. It’s me. Din…”

You caught onto the wall to keep from your dizziness overcoming you. You saw the green baby tilt his head to the side.

“You’re alive…how?” you gasped.

“My mother hid me somewhere. Then a Mandalorian saved met that day. Took me in like their own. Raised me to be one of them …” he answered.

You then looked up. You saw he was starting to tear up too. You ran up and wrapped him in a large hug. He hugged you back and you both began crying.

“Do you…do you have any tea?” you asked.

“Tea?”

“Whenever I see my parents, we drink tea…it’s a drink of reunion!” you said, with a little laugh.

He blinked and then smiled with a nod.

“Yes, I have some…”

He put a small kettle on with three cups enough in the back. The little green baby waddled around freely, excited for a cup.

“Who is that one?” you asked, bending down to pat the baby’s head.

“His name is Grogu,” Din explained.

Both of you cozied up with mugs of tea- added with cream for a bit of flavor. Slowly drinking, you both talked.

He told you what he could about the Madalorians. Memories growing up training. The few adventures he had. How he met Grogu and saved him from being a pawn for The Empire. The misadventures they had together. Your tea was long finished by the time he stopped.

“Well…all that’s exciting! And here there’s old me- what happened to me? I just work in a bar and restaurant now! And look at you- a true Mandalorian warrior!” you praised.

“That’s not true…” he said, looking into his cup.

“What…what do you mean?” you asked.

“Y/N…you learned how to fight. You survived an attack. Every day you get up and brave unpleasant people. Even back when, I thought…”

He blinked his eyes again, looking this way and that. Then he looked up at you.

“I thought you were a good person. A great person in fact,” he said.

“I think the same of you,” you replied.

Grogu waddled to a window and waved his arms, babbling.

“What is it, kid?” he asked, turning around.

Grogu pointed out the window and you followed his tiny finger to look out. It was night by now, but the lights were all on- decorations glowing and the lights on every building felt like the stars were down and decorated in the town.

“Oh, Din- look! The lights and decorations for Life Day! They’re beautiful!” you gasped.

He went up and looked out at it. All of you admired the beauty of it for a quiet minute.

Then you turned to the side.

“Din…can I…can I…” the breath left you.

He looked at you with soft eyes.

“Din, can I join you on your ship…you could use help with Grogu. You can teach me how to fight like you did as a kid. I can give my job a two weeks’ notice.”

“How come?” he asked.

“There’s so much of the galaxy I’ve never seen…that I’ve always wanted to see and…and…”

“And?” he asked.

“I just…I don’t want to be separated from you again,” you confessed.

He gave a small smile.

“I don’t want to be separated from you either…ever again,” he confirmed.

You took his hand and squeezed it.

“I can’t think of a better gift than that…Happy Life Day, Din.”

“Happy Life Day, Y/N.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he accepted. His smile didn't drop from it either.

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welcome-to-the-holonet · 1 year

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#star wars #social media #twitter #sequel trilogy #poe dameron #finn dameron #finnpoe #stormpilot #life day #christmas

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kazoosandfannypacks · 5 months

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sabezra life day week day six • sabezra christmas playlist edits • do not repost • likes and reblogs are grealy appreciated • I used christmas music in every day of this event so far, so I figured I'd end on a high note with some edits based on some songs I didn't already use from my christmas love playlist. It's not technically labeled a sabezra playlist, but they were definitely one of the things on my mind as I made it!

taglist:@laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian @sabezra-life-day-celebration {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

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jswahaarts · 5 months

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Happy Life Day y’all!!! For this year’s Life Day I’m once again pushing the Yap and Gungi sib agenda!! >:]

BAM! The brothers! The bros!! the sibs!! :]

I imagine during one Life Day celebration, Gungi’s kinda hanging around, not really with anyone during the celebration since he doesn’t know a whole lot of other wookiees. Especially on Kashyyyk. So naturally once he sees Yaupé, the wookiee always giving him lil high fives/fist bumps in the halls, always letting Gungi and his friends ride his shoulders whenever they asked and always listens to his lil stories, he’d gravitate towards him, and of course Yap’—Trying not to seem like he was in a similar situation to the cub— would welcome him with open arms!! The two would then proceed to ponder their Life Day orbs and share cute/funny memories together :] 💚💚💚

Bg is from Official Star Wars Life Day art !!

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anxiouspineapple99 · 4 months

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Still Hanging the Mistletoe for You

A/N: This is a gift for @dragonrider9905 for the @cloneficgiftexchange Happy Holidays lovely!

Prompt (will be in BOLD GREEN): “Are you…taking down the mistletoe?”

Pairing: Echo x Fem!Reader

Rating: T (minors still DNI)

Word Count: 1292

Warnings and tags: none. It’s a floofy one! Second person perspective, no (y/n)

Summary: Just when Reader thinks she’s spending Life Day alone, she gets a delightful surprise

Snow gracefully swirled in the air as Life Day music softly jingled through your small home declaring feelings of joy and gratitude.

However you were feeling neither.

You glanced around at the half completed projects that you had no motivation to see through to completion and sighed. Half decorated Life Day cookies covered your kitchen counters. A quarter decorated tree stared at you sadly in your sitting room. Decorations sat exposed in open boxes, begging you to hang them. The one thing you’d managed was to hang the mistletoe which now mocked you more than sparking joy.

Why bother? It’s not like you had anyone to kiss under the mistletoe anyway. The one person you wanted to kiss didn’t even feel the same and even if he did, Echo was Maker knows where doing Force knows what.

You flopped onto your sofa trying to suppress the resentment bubbling in your chest. It wasn’t your family’s fault they couldn’t manage to get together this Life Day. And it wasn’t Echo’s fault he didn’t return your affection. It’s not like you told him anyway.

“Echo! What about this one!” Omega’s joyful voice reverberated through the holiday market as she held up a delicate Life Day snow globe. Echo’s eyes narrowed as he leaned in with intense scrutiny.

“Mmm that is pretty but it doesn’t quite say ‘I have feelings for you.’ We are getting closer though!”

Omega shrugged and put the snow globe back. She flitted from stall to stall helping her brother look for the perfect Life Day gift. Her own bags were stuffed with gifts she’d already procured for Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Wrecker. Echo’s eyes followed the bubbly blonde as she stomped through the fresh snow, effervescent and bright. He smiled fondly as he returned his attention to the vendor stalls. He’d stopped at fifteen so far and passed on a variety of trinkets, baubles, and other goods. None were perfect. None were you.

Echo paused at a stall selling scarves. His fingers traced soft embroidery, elegant lace, and ticklish fringe imagining how each would look draped around your neck. Still none were good enough. They were too rough for your soft skin, too boring for your exuberance, too…inadequate, all of them.

Omega’s declarations of hot cocoa pulled him back. He allowed her to drag him by the arm to the vendor, feigning exasperation when in reality he loved seeing her being a kid.

“One hot cocoa,” he murmured. Omega stared at him expectantly until he added, “and one black caf.”

Echo sighed, allowing the warmth of the cup to warm his chilled hand. Omega snuggled up to him, cocoa mustache across her upper lip.

“Have you found anything yet?” she bounced on her toes as she sipped her beverage.

Echo was about to answer when a soft tinkling caught his attention. He and Omega turned to see the vendor next to them winding up various music boxes on her table. His eyes trailed along the extensive variety. There were boxes of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Some were large with ornate patterns and gaudy crystals inlaid in them. Others were small and simple. His gaze froze over the medium sized wooden one. He walked closer and eyed it. Omega watched with bated breath as Echo gingerly picked up the box. Omega twisted the key. The lid slowly opened to reveal two intricately crafted characters in an embrace: a clone trooper and a woman. As the soft romantic tune wafted through the air, they spun slowly in an intimate waltz.

“Yes. Yes, Omega I think I have found something,” Echo whispered as his eyes, warm and golden as honey sparkled.

You couldn’t take it anymore. The decorations, the cookies, the music… It was too much. They’d been staring at you for days. They may have been inanimate objects but you were positive they were staring at you with pity. Except that mistletoe. The mistletoe mocked you every time you walked beneath it. Overwhelmed with frustration and heartbreak you ripped the innocuous plant from its placement above the entryway to your sitting room.

“Are you…taking down the mistletoe?” A smooth warm voice sent chills skittering down your spine. You slowly turned around coming face to face with Echo, covered in snow and confusion painted across his face. “I thought you loved Life Day?”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you looked away. How were you supposed to say, I do love it but this mistletoe was mocking the fact that I will never kiss you beneath it.

Instead you shrugged, sheepishly running the leaves through your fingers. Echo chuckled softly as he closed the space between you. His eyes twinkled in the low evening light, his head tilted to catch your eye once more.

“Hey…talk to me mesh’la.”

“What are you doing here? I thought…” you were suddenly acutely aware of the mess of half complete Life Day projects littering every visible space.

Echo cocked an eyebrow and shrugged, his trademark charming smirk unwavering. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh…”

“It seems I succeeded.”

For the first time since he walked in you smiled, genuinely smiled. “Yes…yes you did.”

He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a carefully wrapped parcel. The usual mask of confidence he normally wore, melted away into a soft and bashful gaze. “I…um…I got you something.”

You blinked, momentarily shocked before taking it from him.

“Omega helped me pick it out. And helped me wrap it because…well…” he chuckled holding up his scomp.

A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth as you motioned for him to follow you to the sitting room. Echo’s eyes scanned the room, pausing on the cookies plated on the caf table. He glanced up playfully as he grabbed a handful of the baked treats before flopping onto your sofa.

“Love your cookies. Go ahead! Open it!” He popped a cookie in his mouth and tilted his head back with an exaggerated comedic groan. “Seriously, cyar’ika. Love these cookies.”

You giggled as you lowered yourself onto the seat next to him. Your fingers trembled as you began removing the wrap from your gift. Your eyes widened at the sight of the music box. It was simple; rectangular with soft concentric patterns carved into the wood and a plain gold key.

“Echo…it’s…”

He interrupted you through a mouthful of cookies. “Turmf da key!” he mumbled excitedly through bites.

You acquiesced, carefully winding the key. You watched in awe as the lid slowly opened and the two little figures began their choreographed dance to the delicate melody. You held the box close to your face, shocked that it was a tiny clone trooper dancing with his girl.

You looked up once more to thank him only to see that he’d grabbed the mistletoe and was holding it over his head. He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Happy Life Day, princess.”

Without hesitation you leapt into his arms, your lips crashing into his. You both giggled as your briefly knocked noses before adjusting. His lips were warm and he tasted like cookies. Time stood still as you breathed him in, his arms snaking around you. When the kiss finally broke he reached up and brushed his thumb across your lower lip.

“And a very happy Life Day to me!” His warm breath brushed your skin as his velvety laugh rang out in the quiet room. “Let’s finish decorating. Together.”

Your head came to rest on his chest, a happy hum drifting from you. “In a little bit. I want to enjoy the best gift I could’ve asked for right now.”

Echo pressed his face into your hair. He peppered soft kisses to the crown of your head before nuzzling you. He settled into the sofa, fully content with saving the decorating for later. After all, he wasn’t about to end the third best Life Day gift he’d ever gotten a moment too soon.

#LDE23 #star wars #anxiouspineapple99 writes #the bad batch #the clone wars #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x you #echo x female reader #reader insert #life day #holiday fic

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