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letsquestjess · 2 months

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The Bad Batch and Reuniting After Time Apart (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: It is inevitable you will have to spend time away from the Batch, but time apart makes your reunions all the sweeter.

Warnings: Mostly fluff. A little separation anxiety.

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Hunter

Although Hunter doesn't enjoy being away from you, he accepts that there will be times when it's necessary. When you get back, he greets you with the most endearing smile and a loving embrace. He seems collected on the surface, but deep down he is thrilled to be with you again. He squeezes you more than usual, his kisses linger a few seconds longer, and he can’t take his eyes off you, smiling like a fool when nobody is looking and basking in how his brothers and Omega greet you so warmly upon your return.

On one occasion, you had to leave the group for a couple of months to help a friend. It was the longest you had been away since you had met them, and Hunter was secretly worried, but he trusted in your ability to handle whatever challenges you faced. He had seen your strength and determination countless times, so he just had to be patient. He busied himself with looking after his siblings and making sure they were cared for, silently hoping you would arrive back sooner than expected. Omega was the first to spot you when you returned, and she eagerly rushed over to say hello, followed by her brothers. For the first time, Hunter felt such an overwhelming sense of family and belonging that he had to fight back the tears. To conceal his wet lashes, he embraced you tightly and planted a tender kiss on your lips, welcoming you back, to your home and your family.

Echo

Whenever you have to venture out alone without the team, Echo is determined to remain practical to stave off the rising concern about your safety. He creates a checklist and guides you through the potential dangers and escape plans. Emergency contacts follow the immediate potential perils, as well as call signals and safe spots in each sector of the galaxy. It gets to the point where you can recite them all before he does, finishing with a kiss on his cheek and a promise to stay safe. That is all he needs to settle his concerns, that one little promise. When you're expected to return, he waits for the others to greet you before finding a secluded spot for the two of you to talk in private.

You received a call to attend to pressing matters concerning a loved one. Fortunately, you were able to maintain contact with Echo while away. Each night, as the stars drifted in their rotation, you both snuggled into your beds and talked for hours, sharing how your day had been and counting down the time until you could reunite. Upon the arrival of the much-awaited day, Echo ensured they reached the assigned port early and made extra arrangements to make sure they went unnoticed. You arrived to a whirlwind of smiles and hugs from his siblings, each of them eager to share their recent news and ask about your travels. Echo waited as the tales were exchanged, and once aboard ship, he found you both a private corner to embrace away the distance you had felt for the past few weeks.

Wrecker

Wrecker absolutely despises being away from you, but damn he loves that first sight of you again after time apart. The swell of love that surges through him is only surpassed by the way it feels to have you back in his arms. Without fail, when you reunite, he runs towards you, lifts you off your feet, and spends the rest of the day with a huge grin on his face, unable to resist squeezing you tightly at every opportunity he gets.

A complex mission required you both to split up for a few days, your separate skills needed with the other group. Deprived of any form of communication or assurance of your well-being, Wrecker fell silent, craving your presence and the serenity you always brought. Time seemed to crawl, but finally, you were reunited, and he held you as if you might vanish if he loosened his grip. Back on the ship and in his bunk, he engulfed you with his arms, his cheek touching the crown of your head as you recounted the progress of your mission, and eventually, you both drifted off to sleep, entangled in one another.

Crosshair

Crosshair has a habit of hiding his emotions, but as you become closer, he starts to open up. When you have to go, he withdraws, fearing his brothers will mock him if he admits he misses you. Whenever you're gone, his mood plummets, not to the point of bothering his brothers, but enough for them to take notice. Rather than teasing him as he expects, they encourage him and cheer him up until you return.

During a chaotic mission, with every risk and peril imaginable, you had been split up. You had only just been able to communicate that you were safe before the transmission cut completely. Despite your reassuring message, any calm within Crosshair melted. The mission was irrelevant; his sole focus was on ensuring your safety and he embarked on an almost self-sacrificial fight to find you. The moment he laid eyes on you he wrapped you in a tight embrace that made you fear something terrible had transpired in your absence. He pulled away slightly to place his forehead against yours, unconcerned about his siblings' judgments; the other half of his soul had returned safe and sound, and his family was back together again.

Tech

When you're away, Tech does his best to maintain a sense of normalcy. He occupies himself with his projects until your presence returns and he no longer feels that something is missing inside him. He knows you'll only leave if it's absolutely necessary, and each time he wishes you well and ensures you're prepared, offering a comforting smile as you leave.

You had left to visit some loved ones and would be away for some time. Tech felt fine at first, but after that month mark, he noticed himself growing irritable at the void inside his heart. Rather than letting it defeat him, he seized control and resolved to create something for you. He started making recordings just for you, capturing the tabletop games he played with his siblings during their hyperspace travels and the fascinating planets they explored. It reached the point where he made recordings while tinkering with his latest project on the ship, his voice filled with nostalgia and love, all but whispering those private thoughts into the aether in the hope you might hear them. The night of your return, he shared the recordings he made. When it reached the videos of him talking to himself about how he felt about you, you pulled him closer, smoothing the pads of your thumbs over his cheeks before you kissed him.

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cloned-eyes · 1 year

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Don't forget to kiss your boy goodnight

#The bad batch #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb x you #tbb tech x you #tbb echo x you #clone force 99 #the bad batch fanart #smooch smooch #I'll do the other boys later #just had to do some wholesome content today

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nahoney22 · 8 months

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Falling for the Enemy*** | Part One

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 3.4k

Being a Senators daughter is never easy, it’s even a little more complicated when you’re the daughter of a Separatist Senator. But when a target is put on your fathers head, he recruits a bunch of rogue clones to protect you. Only problem was, one of them is not so pleased with your arrival.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. She/her pronouns, enemies to lovers trope, reader is the daughter to a separatist senator. Echo is cold to reader, solo male masturbation over reader, flesh light, swearing, sexual content, sexual thoughts, slight angst.

authors note: been thinking about doing a smutty enemies to lovers for a long while with Echo. Maybe be a two or three parts to this and it will be 18+ NSFW throughout.

Your thoughts swirled in the wake of recent events. One moment, you were contentedly enjoying breakfast at the dining room table, and the next, your father materialised with news that upended your world. You had to depart, quickly, a ship already waiting at the port to take you away.

As your father ushered you out of your home, his apologies mingling with assurances that all would be well, you found yourself thrust into a whirlwind of confusion. Even before you could voice your objections, not wanting to leave his side, a firm hand landed on your shoulder, propelling you aboard a ship.

Three hours had passed since then, yet your bewilderment persisted. A gentle voice broke through the haze, drawing your attention. Gazing up from your self-imposed retreat on the floor — your sanctuary away from the ship's cockpit and its crew of strangers — you spotted a young girl with blonde hair.

"How do you feel?" she inquired softly. Despite the circumstances, you mustered a smile, admitting your confusion with a sigh.

"And what's your name?" you inquired in return.

"I'm Omega," she chirped, positioning herself on the floor opposite you, her legs crossed. "I already know you. Your father is a Senator."

You couldn't help but chuckle lightly, a little falsely too, wondering if that title still held any significance. "Yeah, it's a rather mundane job, if you ask me."

Her laughter was warm and hearty, a balm to your frayed nerves. The conversation between you two was soothing; her ability to divert your thoughts was remarkable seeing all your thoughts prior was about your father telling you you have to stay ‘safe’. But as a figure approached, your sense of ease evaporated upon locking eyes with him.

Omega picked up on your change in demeanor and glanced towards her brother. His clenched jaw and tense knuckles painted a picture of inner turmoil, something she recognised but not for a long while. Abruptly, he withdrew with a hasty retreat.

Curious, you inquired Omega. "Who was that?" you whispered to her, your gaze following him until he vanished.

She offered a slightly awkward smile and leaned in, her nearness inviting a sense of secrecy. "That's Echo."

You raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Does he typically wear such a brooding expression?"

With a soft laugh, her voice barely audible as she says, "Yes, but... it's intensified since you arrived."

Your lips compressed into a thoughtful line as you processed her words. "So, let me guess, one more person is tipping the balance?" A gesture toward the cramped living quarters.

Omega nodded in slight agreement. "I suppose, but it's more complicated. He…” she trails off, unsure how to say it until you give her the gentle nudge to carry on, “he doesn’t like Separatists."

Before you could respond, your conversation was abruptly interrupted once again, this time by the arrival of another figure – the one responsible for hauling you onto the ship. With his approach, you and Omega both rose to your feet, though you couldn't help but discreetly wipe your hands on your thighs, the floor proving less clean than anticipated.

Omega seized the opportunity to voice your inquiry before you could even get a word in edgeways. "We were just talking about how moody is," she interjected, eliciting a chuckle from the man.

"Ah, don't worry, you’ll get used to him," he reassured with a warm smile, his eyes harboring an underlying determination. "I'm Hunter. Our assignment is to ensure your safety."

You shifted uncomfortably, a sudden chill running down your spine, as if a sheet of snow had been draped over you. "Safety? I don't understand. Safe from what?"

Hunter was about to provide an explanation when Tech, the goggled clone, interjected once more. "It seems your father has become a target of the Empire and is wanted dead. Therefore it is likely that you are at risk too."

Your jaw dropped, a mixture of panic and anguish gripping your chest at Tech's blunt delivery. "Tech!" Hunter hissed, shooting a glare at the unflinching clone.

Hunter let out a resigned sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning to you with a contrite expression. "I wasn't going to put it so bluntly, but yes. The Empire isn't pleased with your father's decisions in the Senate so for now, you'll be under our protection for the next week or two."

"Hunter," another voice joined the conversation, this one belonging to Echo. He stood just behind you and Hunter, his gaze briefly meeting yours before quickly averting. "Can I speak with you?"

Hunter offered you a small nod before stepping away to confer with Echo. As they moved off, Omega tugged at your arm, an eager smile on her face. "Come, let me show you where I sleep!"

You returned her warm smile, but your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Echo's discussion with Hunter. Your ears burned, fully aware that you were the subject of their conversation. Although their voices were out of earshot, you could see the palpable tension on Echo's face. He was angry, bitter almost. Huh, looks like he really doesn’t like you. Maybe if you spoke to him…

"Who are you staring at?" Omega's voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you felt a tinge of embarrassment for being caught lost in thought.

It's been around two rotations since you found yourself within the refuge of Clone Force 99. While anxiety about your predicament looms large, and with your father also, so does your preoccupation with a particular clone. You turn away, Omega's gaze following just before you shift your focus, attempting to divert your attention.

She's quick to catch on, her lips curling into a sly smirk. "Echo?" she teases.

You pivot, walking away, and Omega follows closely. Seeking shade beneath a canopy of trees, you both find temporary respite from the sun's rays as the team takes a brief pause from traveling the stars. “Do you like him? Has he talked to you yet?" she inquired with eager anticipation.

"No, he hasn't spoken to me," you sighed, sitting against a tree and sneaking yet another glance at Echo, who was engrossed with his scomp device and lost in thought. "And no, I don't 'like' him like that. I just find him... cute," you mumbled, inadvertently setting Omega's excitement in motion.

"You do?!" Omega's joyful squeal filled the air, and before you could halt her, she directed her attention toward Echo. "ECHO, CAN YOU COME HERE PLEASE?"

"Omega, no! What are you doing?" you whispered urgently, a surge of apprehension coursing through you. Echo's narrowed gaze fixed upon you both, and he began walking over.

Omega's grin remained wide as she waved Echo closer. "You two need to talk at some point," she chimed through her tight mischievous smile, unyielding. Your palms grew sweaty with nerves as Echo drew nearer. What a mess.

"Is there an issue here?" Echo's voice was collected and measured as he stood only a few feet away, his gaze locked on Omega, seemingly ignoring your presence on the ground.

"No issue!" Omega's innocent smile persisted as she glanced between you and Echo.

You shifted uncomfortably, wrapping your arms around your body, fingers rapping against your arm all the while Echo maintained a stoic posture, his lips twitching in what appeared to be a display of impatience.

"She wants to talk to you," Omega declared suddenly, breaking the painful silence that had stretched between you.

Echo closed his eyes briefly, his head turning down to face you. His eyes, normally vibrant, seemed darker at this moment. "Then speak," he directed, his tone filled with annoyance.

Stuttering and flustered, you struggled to articulate your thoughts. Embarrassment flooded over you as you found yourself in this awful exchange. "I... uh... I don't know...?" you stumbled, your words faltering.

He scoffed, turning his attention back to Omega. "Why are you wasting my time, Omega?"

Omega's expression dropped, her confidence waning under his sharp words. Never before had Echo been so brusque with her, especially when she was only trying to find common ground between the two of you. "Echo," she uttered his name softly, shaking her head and folding her arms across her chest, disappointment evident.

At last, you summoned the courage to rise, rubbing the back of your neck as you attempted to diffuse the tension. "I think I heard Wrecker call for me, so if you'll excuse me, I'll just... um... go check on that," you stumbled over your excuse, slipping past both Omega and Echo. Unbeknownst to you, your arm grazed against Echo's in your hasty retreat.

Echo's gaze fell to where your arm had brushed his own, his chest rising and falling unevenly. But then, he cursed aloud as he felt something slap his other arm. "What's gotten into you? Why are you being so mean?" Omega's voice hissed, a frown etched across her face.

Echo's eyes shifted from his arm to her, a resigned sigh escaping him. He shifted his weight, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You know how I feel about Separatists, Omega."

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Omega countered, "But she's not part of the Techno Union. Neither was her father, actually."

"You can't be certain of that."

"Tech told me," Omega shot back, hands firmly planted on her hips. "And she told me herself."

"It's not just that, Omega. I don't trust any of them," Echo finalised, his resolve firm. Although he doesn't wish to delve into the topic further, his interest does momentarily spark. "Did she genuinely want to talk to me?"

Omega slouches against the tree, her sigh carrying a tinge of annoyance. "Not really," she mutters with a hint of frustration. "I just wanted you two to interact."

Echo acknowledges her words in silence, his thoughts churning as he absently rubs his arm as if trying to brush away an uncomfortable sensation. Omega, however, seems insistent on sharing more. "Oh, by the way, she mentioned that you're cute."

His movements freeze, his expression betraying nothing as he processes this revelation. "Is that so?" he replies coolly.

"Yeah," Omega says, her smile growing. "But now you've probably missed your chance. She's nice. And pretty."

Echo's gaze involuntarily shifts toward you, Omega following suit. Caught in a moment of genuine laughter with Wrecker and Hunter, your eyes crinkle in an endearing manner. "Very pretty," Omega playfully sings, drawing Echo's attention back to her.

With an exasperated sigh, Echo shakes his head and averts his gaze, attempting to suppress the inexplicable sensations that have stirred within him. "Cut it out," he grumbles to Omega, his patience wearing thin. With a final glance in your direction, he abruptly turns and strides away, fully aware that this situation is bound to become more complicated than he anticipated.

The evening rolled around and as you cosied up in the back with the others, Echo found solace in the cockpit on his own. He didn’t mind as he liked the quiet but the sound of your laughing made his body burn. He closes his eyes, trying to control himself to stay calm but your laughter was infectious and dare he say it - lovely.

Omega liked you and all of the boys liked you which made him the odd man out. After everything that happened to him, his resentment to all Separatists was apparent and justified. but why was it whenever he looked at you, his heart stopped? Why did he have a burning desire that scorched his skin when you were near or simply when you accidentally brushed against him today? He tried to put it down to the fact he hadn’t come across many attractive women but you were something else. Almost ethereal.

As hours passed he heard the others going to sleep and he was pretty certain all of them decided to sleep outside under the night sky for a change. So, he leaves the cockpit.

The door hissed open and he didn't see anything at first but your gentle hum caught his attention. He squints, seeing you at the far end of the ship in nothing but a tank top that hugged your figure very flatteringly and a pair of very tight shorts to sleep in.

His breath hitches in his mouth and he felt his body begin to set on fire. You’re simply getting ready to sleep and he’s acutely aware that he’s staring at your bare legs, thighs, waist… breasts.

Swiftly he snaps out of it and hides back into the cockpit, back pressed against the door as he physically takes his hand and slaps himself across the face. “Snap out of it Echo,”

Knowing you were out there, he remains in the cockpit. He props his legs on the control panel and leans back on the chair, closing his eyes and waits for sleep to take him away from this living nightmare.

But then he wakes.

Covered in sweat.

And his cock tight against his pants.

His heart beats against his chest hard, his breathing heavy as he whispers to himself that ‘it’s just a dream’ but his brain would not let the memories go.

He closes his eyes, mentally prepares himself before he stands. He checks the time on the console which indicates he had been sleeping for a few hours and so he knew the coast was clear.

He left the cockpit, marched to his bunk and rummaged through his belongings before he grabbed a small box before locking himself away in the refresher.

It had been a long while since he had done anything like this but the ache in his pants was too hard to ignore. It was purely a surge of overpowering lust. Nothing more.

As his lust coils in his throat and gut, his cock desperately twitches once he removes it from his pants as he leans against the closed door, giving it an experimental pump. His eyes glances toward the box he retrieved and wastes no time in removing its contents: a fleshlight and some lube.

Drizzling the lube along the entrance to the toy, he feels a sense of self-loathing but for now, doesn’t dwell on it.

He closes his eyes and imagines someone he shouldn’t; you. He pictures you peeling off your clothes for him, sitting on his lap and placing kisses to his jaw. That’s when he seethes his cock into the fleshlights slippery hole. “Mmmm, so good.” He whines needily and unintentionally. But the thought of you was doing wonders.

He knows he shouldn’t be thinking of you, it was wrong to picture you like this. But you were fucking beautiful, so beautiful that Echo could not help but invision you lowering yourself onto him, feeling your warm cunt, wet and ready just for him.

The thoughts of you grinding down onto him makes his head spin, he could almost hear you moaning his name and begging for more as he helps lift you up and down as he fucks you desperately.

Echo bucks his hips against the fleshlight, gulping as your name accidentally parts his lips but for the moment he didn’t care, instead he focused on the crude sound of his cock thrusting into the toy, filled with lube and precum. He wonders what your lips taste like, how they would feel against his mouth as he drills deep into you, towering from above as he thrusts into you hard.

He needs more. Imagining you wasn’t enough.

Desperately, he reaches for his device and emits the hologram of your face that was given to the team upon receiving the mission. At first he halts, that pit of bitterness striking his brain as he remembers who’s daughter you were but his cock was aching viciously that he didn’t hold back from slamming the fleshlight back and forth, almost profanely and didn’t stop even as his hand started to ache.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. So pretty.” He moans, staring down at the hologram of you as he wonders what you taste like. Wondering how you would react to him asking you, begging you, to sit on his face and suck on your clit until juices pour down his chin. Eating you out like a man starved.

He can’t hold it in any longer, the thoughts and image of you becoming unbearable against the violent thrusts of his hips as his desire burns through his skin like a match to a flame. He needs to be inside you so bad.

He’s panting harshly, trying to choke down on his cries as he pushes the toy deeper and deeper until it reaches the base of his shaft, imagining you taking all of him.

With a rough growl, he fucks into the fleshlight, earnest, his jaw slack as he slumps agaisnt the wall again, sweat dripping down his face as he moves become sloppy. He whines like a slut. Almost whorish.

With silent sobs that strangle in his throat, he throws his head back against the door as he spills into the toy, holding it fully seethed onto his swollen length. He’s seeing stars and he lets out a soft sigh as he pulls his softening cock out of the fleshlight, head lolling forward as he stares down at his cum that drips on the floor.

Panting, he wipes his sweat away with the back of his hand and as his eyes glance at the still stuttering image of your holopicyure, he curses and slams the device to the floor, shitting it off completely.

The shame soon follows. Shame as he washes and cleans his fleshlight that imagined was your pussy, the shame of washing some of the cum off his hands that he imagined being painted on you…

Echo stared at his reflection in the mirror, his hands shaking slightly as he splashed cold water on his face. He repeated to himself, "It's done... it's done," trying to calm the lingering tension that had gripped him.

With a sigh, he packed away his belongings, securing and locking them in the box. Turning to leave, box in hand, the door hissed open and he froze as you stood there, your hand raised as if to knock. Your wide-eyed expression indicated surprise and a hint of nervousness.

"Uh, hi, sorry, Sir, I was just..." you began, but his curt tone interrupted you.

"Just what?" Echo's voice was stern, and his gaze bore into you.

You flinched slightly, your heart racing as you felt the weight of his scrutiny. "I really need to go to the toilet," you stammered, your gaze avoiding his.

He watched you closely, torn between the fear of you possibly overhearing his earlier dream and the desire to keep up his tough facade. "Right," he responded, stepping to the side to let you pass. As you walked into the refresher, he moved away, intending to put distance between you.

But your voice stopped him in his tracks. "I'm sorry, Echo." His shoulders stiffened as he turned to face you, a raised eyebrow indicating his curiosity. "Tech told me what happened; why you don't like Separatists. Why you... why you don't like me."

You took a cautious step toward him, your head tilting slightly, testing the boundaries. "But my father was not one of them. In fact, my father fought long and tirelessly every day. I never saw him for almost two years as he fought to abolish the Techno Union's plans." Your desperation for him to believe you was palpable. You couldn't bear to live with someone who held false beliefs about you. "My father is a good man."

Echo scoffed, and your heart ached, a growing anger bubbling inside you. "He is," you insisted. "He's out there trying to save his people, trying to save me when the Empire wants him dead. He is fighting for their freedom."

For a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of acceptance in his eyes, but then he moved toward you, closing the distance until he was dangerously close. "Do us both a favor? Stay away from me."

His words were cold and before you could even say anything, or even comprehend what he said, he hid away back in the cockpit.

You sigh softly, his rejection feeling like a shot to the heart but you didn’t want to overstep and demand him to believe you. So, you went into the refresher as intended and did your business.

As you go to leave after washing your hands, you kick something against your feet. Looking down, you saw a device, most likely belonging to Echo.

Rolling your eyes, you contemplated leaving it so Echo didn't bite your head off for touching his stuff but, your finger accidentally brushed against the screen once you picked it up and you froze as a hologram of you lit up. You blinked, staring at yourself.

What was Echo doing in here? You had a hunch.

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 7 months

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Kibo and Kisses

Taking a breather on a remote planet after working yet another job for Cid, Echo steals away with you for a moment.

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: cuteness, sweetness, fluff, Echo is self-conscious but we love him, eavesdropping brothers, idiots in love, first kiss, pet names/nicknames, brief mention of Fives (who else was Echo going to learn some moves from?)

Translations: Uj’ika – kinda like ‘cupcake’

He was sweet behind all the gruffness and bad puns. If anything, it just added to his charm. War changed many men, and being kept prisoner, body altered without consent, and mind used to defeat your brethren? Yeah, that would undoubtedly change a man.

You wouldn’t think it, though, watching Echo listen intently to Omega’s story, laughing at the right moments and nodding to encourage her to continue. She only had a handful of stories, late-night tales Nala Se used to tell her back on Kamino, but she could remember them like the back of her hand, and once she grew tired of the boy’s war stories and the ones about your childhood, she would share hers.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been roaming the galaxy with Omega and the boys. Cid had insisted you accompany them on a mission, and that mission rolled to two and then to three…

Shaking your head fondly, a sigh slipped from between your lips. The Trandoshan had given you such a sly smile when she’d shoved you onto a ship with four charming men and a cute kid.

“He’s not going to disappear, you know.” Warmth blossomed in your chest as Hunter sat next to you on the crudely made wooden bench you’d fashioned shortly after landing two rotations ago on Yavin 4. While the boys had armour to protect their behinds from the damp grass, you and Omega didn’t have that luxury.

“Don’t know what you mean.” You lied, tilting your head to meet the Sergeant’s gaze, squinting a little as the setting sun dared to blind you.

“Mhm.” The corners of Hunter’s lips quirked up in amusement, but he refrained from pushing his point too far. Watching you moon over his brother from afar was adorable and frustrating that you were too stubborn and anxious to do anything about it. “What story is Omega telling this time?” He switched topics, noting how the tension melted slightly from your shoulders.

“You’re the one with the enhanced hearing, you tell me.” You rocked to the side, lightly nudging Hunter’s arm with your shoulder. You’d grown up with a brother, and though the war had taken him from you, it had also graced you with a few new ones.

Turning your gaze back to Echo and Omega, you waited as Hunter tuned in to their conversation. At first, his ability to eavesdrop from afar had caught you off guard, forcing you to switch to your mother tongue when quietly cussing anyone on the ship out. Still, you found amusement in using it to your advantage, twisting Hunter’s arm until he would eavesdrop on gossiping women in marketplaces or creepy men with lousy pick-up lines in cantinas.

“It’s not a Nala Se special.” He admitted, eyebrows rising closer to his hairline as Echo’s laughter filled the tiny clearing Tech had set the Marauder down in. “Did you tell someone that you prefer they take you for dinner before calling you names?”

The colour drained from your face, and your jaw slackened. “Oh no.” You squeaked, wide eyes watching the way Echo’s whole frame shook with laughter, while Omega grinned, oblivious to the true meaning behind the comeback you’d snapped at the rude market attendant the last time you’d touched down for supplies.

Turning your gaze to Hunter, his thinly veiled amusement had you stammering out an explanation. “A- A fruit vendor wasn’t looking where he was going. He walked into us. His goods went everywhere. He called me some choice names; I told him I preferred dinner beforehand – it slipped out before I could stop it. Oh, Maker, you think Omega knows what I meant?”

Allowing himself to chuckle at the horror on your face, Hunter stood, bringing a large hand down to land on your shoulder. “I hope not but try not to make such comments around the innocent child next time. I don’t think any of us are ready to have that talk with her yet.” He shook his head in disbelief, smile firmly in place as he retreated onto the ship.

“Omega.” You called out, desperately hoping to stop her from telling any more stories before she embarrassed you further.

Your voice drew the young girl’s attention, and with a quick wave of your hand, she came racing across the clearing, stopping right in front of you. Echo trailed behind her, his pace much more languid. “What is it?” Omega offered you a sweet smile, rocking on the spot with her hands locked behind her back.

“It’s getting dark, and we should head inside.” You gestured to the setting sun, which had dropped a little further towards the horizon since you’d first sat down to watch Omega and Echo.

Frowning, the young clone glared at the sun before returning her smile to you. “But you and Echo are out here with me.” She retorted, tampering down her grin as she watched Echo sit beside you on the bench, his knee lightly knocking against yours.

Grateful he couldn’t hear your heart hammering away at the physical contact, you bit down on the inside of your lip. “I know, but it’s bedtime.” You insisted. You tried to keep a routine for her, conscious that she was young and growing. Omega never skipped a meal, even if it meant you did on the quiet, and where possible, she got eight hours of sleep.

“I’m not tired.” Omega’s smile turned to a pout. She wasn’t ready for the evening to end.

“It’s been a long day. You’ll fall asleep as soon as you’re in bed and have Lula.” Echo chimed in, catching how your shoulders relaxed as he took the reins. He enjoyed that you mothered Omega, offering her one of the things that they had been deprived of. But he also knew how difficult it could be, especially when the child in question wasn’t your own. There were invisible boundaries to negotiate and rules to establish, but whenever he felt you might need a helping hand, he was more than willing to step up. Sometimes, it was good to remind himself that Omega was still a child, even if she was older than him and his brothers.

Shooting Echo a thankful smile, you returned your focus to the quiet girl before you. She looked to be contemplating Echo’s words. It was time for the big guns. “Besides, you’ll need plenty of energy if we’re going to track down a Ysalamiri tomorrow.”

Omega’s face lit up brighter than the suns of Tatooine. “We’re going to go and find one?” She gasped. When you’d landed, Tech had pulled out his datapad to research the planet. He’d found a list of native plants and animals, pointing out which ones to avoid. Omega had caught sight of the Ysalamiri and loved the non-threatening, furry creatures.

“Yep, so you’ll need your sleep. They’re fast and live in the trees, so we might need to do some climbing.” You explained, silently praying Hunter wasn’t actively listening to the conversation. He would have a fit if he knew you’d scramble amongst the branches, but it was part of a normal childhood.

“Will you come too, Echo?” Omega swung her wide gaze to her brother, pleading for him to join them.

Eyes widening as he was put on the spot, Echo stalled for a moment. He’d told Tech that he would help him perform maintenance on the ship in the morning, but was he about to give up the chance to explore with you? “Sure.” He decided, knowing he’d have to break the news to Tech. His brother could maintain the ship alone, but Echo didn’t want him to bear the weight alone. “I’d be more than happy to escort my favourite girls.” It slipped out before he could stop it, and he studiously kept his eyes on Omega, ignoring the weight of your soft gaze on his profile.

“I’ll go to bed then.” Omega declared, conceding with a grin that had you narrowing your eyes in her direction. What was going on in that young girl’s mind?

Opening his arms, Echo accepted Omega’s goodnight hug. It had taken a short while for him to grow accustomed to the action – a shoulder thump was the usual level of affection his brothers gave, and he was conscious that his cybernetics made everything uncomfortable and awkward. Sometimes he wondered if he could swap his scomp out for a proper arm and hand, but they didn’t have the credits or time to purchase and make such adjustments.

Omega threw herself into your arms after hugging her brother, giving you a tight squeeze before she bounded into the Marauder, leaving you with Echo.

“If you’d rather have a girl’s day tomorrow, that’s okay. I know you and Omega enjoy your time together.” Echo broke the momentary silence. As much as he wanted, no yearned, to join you tomorrow, he would respect your decision. You and Omega didn’t get much time to explore marketplaces or local fairgrounds together, and he would hate to take that from you.

“I’d love for you to come with us.” You stated, reaching up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear.

Echo wasn’t entirely convinced. “You sure?” He gave you one last out. “Feels like you haven’t wanted to be around me lately. You left the cockpit quickly the other day when we swapped watch.” He added dejectedly, shrugging his shoulders as if he didn’t care.

Your heart ached, and your mind berated you. You’d just wanted a little space to determine whether your adoration for the man at your side was genuine or forged because you lived in each other’s pockets. Some hypothetical questions had been posed to Tech, your confidence in the man’s research capabilities unquestionable, and done a lot of soul searching.

Reaching out for him, your hand found purchase on his scomp, and though he couldn’t feel anything from the rigid metal, you still gave him a gentle squeeze. “Ecks.” The nickname slipped out quickly as you scooted closer, registering the flicker of surprise across his face at the new name. “I’m sorry, I’ve had much on my mind lately. You didn’t do or say anything wrong; it was just me getting stuck in my head.” You explained. “Of course, I want to be around you, and I’d love for you to come with us tomorrow.”

The frown creasing Echo’s brow disappeared at your reassurance, but your words kept playing over in his mind. What have you been thinking about? Could he help ease the weight of it, if only for a little while? “You should probably rest too then, uj’ika, if we’re to keep up with Omega. And don’t tell me you’re not tired. You yawned twice when Hunter was handing out rations.” Echo chided. You might’ve thought you were being subtle, but from the vantage point of his bunk, Echo could see the faint glow of your datapad screen each night as you stayed up late.

The term of endearment made you smile, but you were still none the wiser about the meaning. The first time Echo had used it, Wrecker had given a hearty chuckle, Hunter and Tech shooting you amused smiles before glancing at each other – communicating in that silent way only the Batch boys could. With Hunter’s words from earlier playing through your mind, you took a small leap of faith. “I should, but I was thinking about going for a small walk – want to join me?” You offered, rising to your feet and offering the sweet man before you your hand.

Echo hesitated. He wanted to go with you, Maker, he did, but he was supposed to be on watch with Tech. “Go.” Tech’s voice clipped through his cybernetic headpiece, and Echo gladly placed his hand in your own, rising to his feet as he watched the momentary confusion marring your features smooth into a beautiful smile.

Tinkering with the ship’s engine, Tech had heard the entire exchange between you and his vod. It took only two taps on his vambrace to isolate Echo’s comms and deliver the instruction. While some assistance would’ve been helpful, and another set of eyes for the watch was optimal, ensuring his brother’s happiness was back on track and your anxiety levels lowered would be better for the group.

Letting you lead, Echo savoured the warmth of your hand in his, the way your fingers curled to grasp him tightly, and how you brought your other hand over to clutch at his forearm, suffocating all space between you. Fleetingly, he was grateful that you’d grabbed hold of his arm and not his scomp. “We shouldn’t go too far; we have no idea what could be out here.” He warned as you approached the edge of the clearing.

Shoulders shaking with your small laugh, you turned to stand in front of Echo, letting go of his forearm in the process. “You’re right, but I know I’m safe with you.” There had been some close calls over the last few missions, but Echo had been behind you, blaster in hand. He always had your back.

The softness of your words and the way you smiled at him took everything for Echo not to stride forward and steal his first kiss. Were you even aware of the effect you had on him? How his heart raced, and how he sometimes struggled to find the right words? “Always.” He vowed. His body had been through plenty. What was another blaster shot if it meant keeping you safe?

The distant look was back in Echo’s eyes; the one you knew meant he was lost in thought. “Come on.” You gently prompted, moving to his right to loop your arm through his, fingers resting on his scomp.

“The other side would be comfier for you.” Echo swallowed, highly aware of how unforgiving his altered arm was. His first few weeks with the Batch had been spent relearning how to fight, sleep comfortably, eat, and wash himself. He’d sometimes wondered if it would be easier not to have the scomp.

Shrugging, you lightly pulled him forward, starting your journey into the tree line. “I like this side too.” You reassured him. “I like all of you.” You took a leap, throwing the comment out into the open, avoiding Echo’s gaze as you moved nimbly through the woods, avoiding the mighty trees that stretched up to the sky. At the same time, the crisp crunch of fallen leaves and the sweet music of local birds provided a beautiful soundtrack.

“You do?” Echo blinked in surprise, lips parting as your words settled in his mind. Your hum of affirmation as you released his scomp to jump across a small creek made him grin. “Well, it’s mutual.” He offered, reaching up to rub at the back of his head.

Giggling, you turned back around to face Echo, but your smile faltered when you caught sight of something above him, eyes widening as you gasped.

Watching your expression change, the galaxy slowed for a moment as Echo reflexively pulled his blaster from its holster, finger on the trigger as he aimed it upwards in the direction you were looking. His body tensed, every nerve on high alert, ready to take down whatever was up there and protect you. But while scanning the branches, leaves, and colourful flowers, he found no danger, no noise of a droid or person, or even an animal beyond the melodic bird song – was there something he couldn’t see?

“Uj’ika…” Echo searched for an answer.

Returning your gaze to Echo, you hopped back across the creek, reaching out a hand to take his arm and slowly lower it, along with his blaster. “It’s okay, there’s no danger.” You explained quietly. “I’m sorry I spooked you.” You apologised, watching as he slid his blaster back into its holster, questioning brown eyes turning in your direction.

“It’s a Kibo.” You whispered, awe lacing your voice as the softest smile crossed your features. “The purple flowers. They’re so rare, Ecks. I never thought I’d see one in person.”

Flowers. You were in awe of rare flowers. And he’d nearly shot them. “Are they going to eat us?” Echo asked, fingers twitching near his blaster. He tried to ignore how his heart clenched again at the nickname, warmth daring to seep through the few bones he had left.

Laughter bubbled forward, and you raised a hand to cover your mouth. “No, they won’t eat us.” Your laughter tapered out as you watched Echo relax.

Reassured, Echo could now ask his next question. “Why are they rare?”

“The seeds of the Kibo can restore sight. They’re prized for it. Healers and medics have searched for and taken them, so few are left.” You explained, moving closer for a better look at the flowers.

“Can they restore anything else?” Echo questioned, admiring the delicate blooms.

“I’m not sure. All that’s been documented is how they can literally and metaphorically restore a person’s vision, allowing them to see what’s right in front of them.” You shrugged, head tilting towards the flowers, watching the petals shift in the light breeze. You couldn’t believe you’d finally seen them – and out in the wild, too!

Echo couldn’t help but watch you, the awe on your face exquisite. Swallowing thickly, tendrils of fear try to creep down his spine, but he pushes them aside and reaches out with his hand. Sliding it across your cheek, he tilted your head towards him. “I don’t need a flower to let me see how beautiful you are.” He whispered, silently praying the years of watching his twin compliment women would pay off.

Surprised, your lips parted, eyes widening at the compliment and physical contact. Warmth seeped through your body. Was he flirting?

Emboldened by the fact you hadn’t reacted badly, Echo slipped his scomp around your waist and pulled you close. He had the opportunity, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding with anticipation. A soft, nervous smile formed on your lips and Echo’s eyes dropped to them – it was all the warning you got before he leaned in and closed the distance.

His lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, like the brush of a feather against the skin. It was sweet and tentative, filled with all the unspoken feelings you’d both been withholding since you’d joined the squad. The world seemed to stand still as you savoured the sensation, lips lingering against each other’s.

You pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss, and your eyes opened to find Echo gazing at you with warmth and affection. Your bodies pressed together, heart racing.

You watched as a glint of something crossed his eyes, and with light steps, he guided you backwards, pressing you against the trunk of a nearby tree. His lips found your throat, and he peppered kisses across it, pulling a gasp from you.

His hand gripped your waist, keeping you close. You were still out in the open on an unfamiliar planet, and your safety was his priority. More kisses were left up your throat until he pressed his lips to yours once again. There was a little heat behind this one, making your insides turn to mush as Echo’s fingers grasped at you tightly.

He pulled back after a moment, resting his forehead on yours while you caught your breaths. The soft sound of the wind rustling the trees filtered back into your mind, along with the chirp of forest creatures.

“Maker, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” Echo whispered, nervousness settling in.

You chuckled, a smile breaking out on your face. “Me too.” You admitted, sliding a hand to the nape of his neck, careful not to snag his cybernetic headpiece. “I think we should do it again.” You whispered.

As Echo’s eyes snapped open, you were no longer unsure what their glint meant. Those soft lips you’d just kissed curved into a wicked smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

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𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕒𝕣𝕔 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ’ᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪɴꜱɪꜱᴛꜱ ʜᴇ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ/ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴀɪʀ, ᴇᴄʜᴏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ!

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 3.7ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

➼ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ ☆ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ/ɪ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ - ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴇʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ - ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ - ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ - ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ

⋆ ★ ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴀᴏ3 ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴢɪᴇʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏᴏ. ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ'ᴅ, ʟᴏᴡ-ᴋᴇʏ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴀʙᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴛᴠ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴇᴄʜᴏ :((((( ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ 🤍

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“We can make this work.”

The room instantly stills with her insistence; a claustrophobic air of expectation surrounds Echo as her eyes, the eyes he thought he’d never see again, look at him like he is the same person she fell in love with.

The same man who proudly showed off his ARC kit and flexed his muscles jokingly because of a lame tip Fives had given him. Who made out with her a couple of corridors away from General Skywalker, so enraptured in their heavy petting they didn’t even notice when he’d banged on the door for them to get out. The same man who kissed her goodbye for the last time before going off the citadel on a life-risking mission.

How can she not see that the person standing in front of her isn’t the Echo she used to love?

Damp eyes plead silently and she takes a small step forward, reaching out her arms almost like she wanted to engulf him in a warm embrace. But Echo steps away and oh-so softly shakes his head, all to ease her down gently.

She tilts her head; he can't stop himself before he's grimacing.

Kriff, does his heart want to break; it wants to shatter. He can’t bear the thought of what he has to tell her. Not when she’s even more beautiful than before, incredibly pained yet exponentially mature with the years of his absence etched onto her face.

She looks exhausted, awaiting any moment she'll be allowed to retire. Not just his death, but the lives of so many of his brothers have weighted her back, turned her into another tragic story of Atlas. Echo can't dare imagine adding more for her to carry on her shoulders.

“No, cyare, I don’t think you understand,” Echo tells her, eyes darting from his hands to her face. “I’m- I’m not the trooper you met all those years ago.”

Her face contorts, eyebrows pushing together with her head tilted to the side. He grunts in frustration at the back of his throat, squeezing her hand softly for emphasis as he talks.

“Just look at me,” He pleads. “I’m more karkin’ battle droid than human. You- You don’t want me.”

It’s unsettling, how she looks at him. Still lovestruck in a fantasy even after what he's said. Echo cranes his neck.

“It–” His voice dies when the first word forces itself out; he grunts softly and scrunches his eyes, trying to compose his thoughts better. It's overwhelming; never in a thousand years did he think this would happen. That he’d be in her apartment again; that he’d get to see her again. And that she’d still want him.

“It isn’t fair on you,” He finally manages to say.

The expression on her face Echo isn’t able to read. He used to be so good at telling what she was thinking.

Now she perplexes him; just like everything else in this new life of his.

“Why-why would you think you’re not good enough for me?” How her voice sounds more choked than his, Echo isn’t sure; but it still seizes his heartbeat all the same.

He hadn’t noticed before, but her hands have slowly separated themselves from where they held his and reached up, hovering over his face, shaking slightly in the air as she waits for his permission to continue. He gives it, nonverbally, with a dip of his chin, despite everything supposedly logical in his head saying he shouldn’t allow it.

As her hand cups his cheek, elegant and warm against his skin, he grimaces painfully with a creased brow.

“Because–” He begins, losing his argument the longer he thinks it over. “I said it already. None of this is fair on you.”

“What’s ‘this’?” She responds immediately. To anyone else, she might’ve seemed confused, an ignorant, greedy, and impatient lover who isn’t listening to him. But in her presence again, he picks up on her little mannerisms, her patterns of behavior. It’s a comforting sensation. One of familiarity.

Will he learn how to read her mind again? Only time can tell him, Echo promptly concludes.

“This body,” He responds without a single stammer. Echo wants to look her in the eyes and give her the assurance she needs, but instead, they dart back and forth with uncertainty.

“This life with me, this–“ He groans, the back of his throat dry. “We can’t be normal, cyare.”

A meek ‘pfft’ noise falls past her lips, eyes fluttering up and down in what seems as though a measly attempt at an eye roll.

“We’ve never been normal,” She responds.

Echo frowns far too automatically. Tragically? in part, she isn’t wrong. Allowing yourself to fall for a soldier and let him into your life isn't easy, even for the most tough-willed. Nights when he'd return bloodied and bruised unearth themselves from his clouded memory, and fragments of moments where she'd try to muffle her quiet sobs of relief, wiping away her tears as he held her tight in his arms recur beside them. She constantly lived with a fear he'd never return, and even that came true. His shoulders heave.

“Maybe we haven’t, but-but you know what I mean,” he persists with complete seriousness. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t give you the life you deserve.” He gestures to the space around them, the space between them. “One with the perfect, handsome husband and a family and a house.”

When she shrugs, leaning in further and cupping his cheek, he holds back the wry face he wants to flash; she pushes him backward, further into her room, closer to the bed; he still has her layout memorized and etched into his retention. It's one of the only things that the Separatists didn't extract from his brain.

"I don't want 'perfect,'" She makes air quotations in the air as she says that, thinking of the ideal life Echo had illustrated for her. "I want you. I want you just as much as I did before."

He frowns.

"Even with all this?" A hand hovers over hers, gesturing for her to look, really look at the body he has, the metal and the circuits and the superficialness of it all. She gazes for a moment before looking up again.

"If I'm to be completely honest..." She begins, moving so their chests are so close to touching, so close to pressing together so they become one person again, one entity of pure love and adoration. Perhaps those feelings can be revoked unchanged, an optimistic shadow of Echo hopes. "It makes me love you more."

Before he can beg the question how?, she's already continuing. Her other hand reaches up and cups his face endearingly.

"It shows everyone, even me, how strong you are," She marvels innocently, yet undeniably heartwarming. A sting of pain stakes throug his stomach. "My brave ARC trooper who went through and hell and back, and still came back just as wonderful."

His gaze drifts down again; somehow, her words make him even more terrified of looking into her eyes. What if, one day, she looks into his eyes, and doesn’t see that? Sees what he does, a broken figment of a man, a clone who failed his purpose, a soldier who can’t follow orders, no matter how hard they try. And then all this love he’s undeservingly graced with will be gone in just an instant. How selfish of him.

"Just as wonderful..." She still continues. "Just as handsome."

His eyebrows push together, and she pulls him down to kiss where his creases meet; she is a splendor of honey and healing between them in ways he never knew possible. Echo's eyes widen suddenly when he feels her lips against his, for the first time in what felt like a thousand eternities. Something in that moment is stilled; and for a fraction, everything is good. Everything is perfect.

"You're beautiful, Echo," She whispers against him. Her forehead comes to rest where he dips down. His eyes are still closed, but he can picture how she might look quite well. Eyes filled with adoration and hope, hope he so desperately wants her to share with him.

"How-" He begins, choking slightly; his eyes shut harder. If he focuses hard enough, he can't feel her touch; the touch he feels so undeserving of. "How can you say that so easily?"

There’s a thin, unmeaningful pause in the air.

"It's second nature," She responds effortlessly. Her hand strokes his cheek, slowly lulling him to open his eyes and look, don't think, just look. "And because I love you."

And at that moment, he falls apart. Something in him, his lungs perhaps, collapses under the sudden pressure he's pulled into. It's a type of pressure he wants to be under, no doubt about it–he wants to be loved, to be held like this no matter what the sensible part of him thinks–but it remains a slow, painful strangling.

His eyes shut close again and a sob ruptures at the back of his throat, thyroid straining. He leans into her without thinking of the crushing weight– not a step he consciously realizes he's taken, but one nonetheless. Her hands hold his face entirely; how she can be so incredibly firm and keep him so steady, Echo doesn't understand. None of this he can fully comprehend.

Another sob is ripped out of him.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Echo tells her, hushed and sorrowful between two quiet sniffles. "Your voice- I used to play the sound of your voice every day."

"I know, I know," She whispers back, nodding as he talks. Echo isn't lost entirely to pick up on how the words don't match her feelings; she didn't know, and her heart bounds to be swelling with overwhelming adoration. He knows hearing this means the entire galaxy to her; she missed him so, so much.

Why does he feel so much pain then?

He peels open his eyes, blinking away the litter of tears over his face, and allows himself to encircle her waist; they're already so close, and why Echo feels so nervous to simply touch her is puzzling

The softness in her eyes is something powerful. More powerful than a lightsaber-wielding Jedi or the most prepped battleship. Any remaining tolerance he has left completely dissolves under waves of matured, pained, yet beautiful love. Because he can’t deny how much he loves her. How much she makes him feel. That’s a power the Separatists will never have on him.

"Stay the night?" She then asks gently, caressing his cheek. Echo gulps hoarsely as he realizes how long he’d been holding his breath, then nods desperately.

"–If you'll allow me."

She's been in the `fresher for forty-five minutes now.

Told him to 'Get comfortable, I'll be out soon,' and 'You've slept over so many times before, don't feel like a guest,' but he sits stiff atop of the bed, still in denial that this is home. That it's still home after forced abandon. An oh-so-familiar feeling he hasn’t felt in so long rushes through him; its not as comforting as he’d hope it’d be.

Echo can hear her breathing, her soft humming of a lullaby she once confided that her mother always used to sing to her. The same one she sang lowly into his ear when he woke up in a cold sweat, silent tears streaming down his cheeks as he held her and crooned to him like a sickly child.

Nightly tire seeps into his eyes, heaves his chest and Echo allows himself to breathe all the way down to his stomach. His lungs feel metallic, just as robotic as the rest of him as he awaits her to come out again. She never takes this long. At least, she never used to. Always efficient and makes so well with her time to keep her water and electric bills down.

Anxieties sweep through. She doesn't want to leave. Can't bear to see him sitting there on her bed again. She regrets her decision. She doesn't love him, she never did, she never will, she...

The door opens. She peaks through her head, a pleading softness etched into her.

"Echo?" She calls out to him.

"Yeah?" Her eyes scan him up and down, and Echo realizes how misplaced he looks. He hasn't sat down completely on the bed yet, his hands on his thighs and his posture perfectly composed, comfortably uncomfortable and so out of place. At least that's how he feels.

"Would you please brush my hair?"

A fond memory rushes through like a wave of warm water. She hates brushing her own hair. Always whines as she tries to untangle all the knots and always asks him to do it for her. The faintest smile graces Echo’s features.

“Of course, cyare.”

She grins softly. He tilts his head slightly.

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

“I missed your voice so much,” She recalls with a nostalgic glint in her eye. “The way you called me cyare.”

His only response is a soft grunt of agreement; he feels the exact same way. He missed the way her voice wrapped around a note, let out a laugh discreetly when she shouldn’t have been amused, hold onto a gasp or relief when he came through the door bruised and bloodied. Everything about it lost in the cryochamber and restored the moment he sits face to face with her now.

Swiftly, he beckons her over and lets her sit beside him, turning her back to him and handing him the brush. The moment he takes it and lets it sift through her hair, the softest moan is coerced out of her lips and she leans back into his touch.

Wordlessly, he continues to brush her wet hair. There's a level of intimacy that can't be reached with skin against skin, heavy pants as he roots himself deep inside of her; they can't reach this level of trust, where her back can be turned against her and allowed to control her vanity. Even after going through hell and back disheveled–half a man, she puts her reliance in him without hesitation.

“I missed this,” He admits in a hushed, almost shameful exhale.

A soft chuckle comes out of her. Somehow, she sounds disbelieved.

”Putting up with my little hissy fits about my hair?” She jests.

He answers with full certainty.

”More than you’ll ever know, cyare.”

She sighs delicately.

”Have I ever told you how much I like that nickname?” She asks.

Echo tilts his head, stopping his hand movements for a split second.

”Cyare?”

She nods.

”I remember the first time you called me that like it was yesterday.”

Echo hums under his breath, continuing to brush her hair. He rakes his brain for the memory she seems to remember so well, eyebrows knitting in focus.

”…I’ve forgotten.”

She nods again, void of maliciousness.

“I was completely wasted at 79’s,” She retells the story for him. “‘Was wobbling and knocking things over. You walked me home and made sure I was okay… and called me that when you were helping me up.”

The image comes to him. Her loopy smile as he attempts to wrap her arm over his shoulder, trying not to enjoy her helplessness too much as he helps her get up and leave 79’s, muttering into her ear softly, ‘Let’s get you home, cyare.’

”…I remember now,” Echo says.

Her hair shifts, head perking up.

”Oh?”

Echo mutters a soft ‘yeah,’ struggling to simultaneously grab all of her hair into a hand and brush it into the palm with the scomp link on his other arm. Even when he tries to do something from his life before, things have changed. Made menially more difficult.

”You asked me to kiss you at your doorstep…” He continues the story, a melancholic tone of recall plaguing him before he can stop himself.

Her head tilts again. It’s making it more difficult for him to brush her hair better, but he doesn’t mind.

”And you said no because I was drunk and not in my right mind…” She fills in the next sentence.

”…And I thought you would regret it the next day," He finishes, running a hand through her hair with finality. She turns her head, wrapping all of her neatly brushed hair to a shoulder and giving him a soft grin.

”I hope you know I wouldn’t have," She says.

He nods, allowing himself to soften further into the bed, borderline beamish.

“Still wouldn’t have kissed a drunk girl.”

The room basks in her sunlit smile. She leans in, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting on his shoulders, and Echo doesn't flinch. He expected to, with how wary and uncertain and unworthy he felt (and still feels) in her mere presence, but he doesn't flinch and it's so damn relieving he wants to cry in a mixture of joy and pain. Kriff, doesn't she look perfect, he dares to think. Isn't everything about her just... perfect. What did I do to deserve her?

She leans in further, pulling him down to meet her in the middle, their foreheads pressing against each other firmly. Her starry eyes carry unrealistic visions but he loves the dream inside them. She smiles, a breathy exhale shared between the little space they share, and she shakes her head without real purpose.

”Ever the gentleman," She mutters.

Echo's the one to make the final motion. He plunges down and captures her bottom lip between his, not even hesitating to embosom her waist with his hand. The upward curl of her lips is so prominent against his mouth; a sickly sweet happiness seeps and exudes off of her and into him. It flows through his veins, seizes his heart for a moment and Echo can't help but gasp. But it's swallowed by her own kiss. They both enrapture each other.

Even then, they revel in the languid motions they can take. Selfishly, Echo decides he wants more of her. All of her, if she'll allow it. He sucks in her bottom lip, parting his and swiping his tongue over hers in the way he always used to do, the way that made her squeak softly in a breathy gasp. She makes the sound again and his life is made in an instant.

The dam waters can’t be held back anymore; worldly anxieties no longer tether him to realism. All that matters is the two of them and the pure love they can have.

Echo squeezes her waist firmly and she breaks away with a smile.

”Didn’t think you’d do that,” She says lowly into his mouth. He only shrugs because her assumption may have been correct; he wasn’t expecting to kiss her.

“Me neither,” He admits aloud. She chuckles silently before kissing him again, making him crane his back to fully reach her the way he wants to. Something in him has been carnally ignited when she lets him hold her and kiss her like this; a feeling he hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity since he last saw her is unearthed. He needs all of it; needs all of her again.

He adjusts the two of them, moving her knees to spread her legs apart, and places himself between them; he beckons her to the center of the mattress, his scomp link aside and leaning on his elbow. His hand creeps up her neck into the back of her hair, grounding her into place as Echo allows himself to take.

But when she sighs and her eyes flutter close, he pulls away.

”Does it stand?” The words come out so softly and without structure, Echo is sure she didn’t mean for it to come out.

”What do you mean?” He asks after a moment.

”Is… does it stand the test of time?” Her hands hover over his shoulders now, fingers tentatively and timorously resting on thin air. She's gesturing to the two of them, talking about how this feels, how she feels, if it's okay, if he's satisfied; she treads just as carefully as he did just a few moments before. “The- the test of change?”

What test? The question wishes to beg in his mind. But it doesn't because Echo feels the tug as well. The claustrophobic worry that his anxieties inevitably are true; she won't want him the moment their lips meet again.

"It does for me," He takes a leap into faith. He could carry the same fears and insecurities dear to his chest, or he could look into her eyes and see for himself how she feels. He does; he wants to cry.

She looks so happy. Her eyes crinkling at the corners and her lips spread wide into a blinding smile, she holds her chest softly, as if beckoning for her heart to still. She lets out a small sigh of respite, lifting her arms again to pull him down. When she kisses him, it's drowning in reverence. Drowning in relief.

"Me too," She whispers against his mouth, before seizing his lips again. His eyes scrunch hard against her, as if he’s trying hard to imagine a different world where they can be like this forever. He creates it almost effortlessly. The tenseness in his muscles weaken.

Since Echo was rescued, his chest has ached. His whole body reacted poorly to the prosthetics, each step painful and unworthy of existence. It's slowly subsided, but he feels the ache's hold on him weaken even more. Her simple touch fills empty sockets of his being; so violently stripped of him before, now returned in loving arms.

In the split moments, in their faint beautiful existence, he falls in love again. He kisses her and holds her tight and whispers how damn bad he missed her. The world narrows into a space only the two of them can fit, a galaxy where they can love each other in absolute peace and solitude.

Like real people do.

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coffeeandbatboys · 1 month

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@eclec-tech You say fun but you chose one of the saddest ones...

Prompt: Kissing away their tears

This could work both ways so I did half as 501st Echo and half as TBB Echo, taking a page from this AMAZING fic by @moonlightwarriorqueen

Warnings: angst, Hurt/Comfort, You break down about the war. Echo misses Fives and has self-depreciating thoughts. Crying.

Fall (TCW&TBB!Echo x Reader)

had to use this song

dividers by @saradika

The night had taken a depressing turn when Echo told you about the fates of the domino squad. He hadn’t expected you to be so sentimental over his fallen brothers, yet lo and behold here you sat crying in his arms.

“How do you handle all of this?” You cried, gasping for little breaths as tears fell uncontrollably from your eyes.

Echo tightened his hold on you and rested his forehead against yours. “Unfortunately we we’re conditioned to withstand a lot of stress.”

This did nothing to quell your sadness.

“I’m so sorry about how the Republic treats you and your Brothers, Echo.”

He gave a humorless laugh, pressing his lips to your temple. “I appreciate the sentiment, cyare, but there is absolutely no need to apologize. You’re genuinely the nicest person I’ve ever met since I was decanted.”

You looked up at him with tears gathering in your lashes. His sad smile fell into a worried expression. So tenderly that you’d never know he was a rambunctious ARC trooper, he pressed a kiss to each tear track on your flushed cheeks. Another sob escaped you at the gesture.

“Now that was supposed to stop the tears.” He teased. “I promise, Cyare, it’ll be alright. After the Lola Sayu mission, we’ll have a long leave. You and I can go somewhere nice and forget about the war for a while, huh?”

You nodded, nuzzling into his warm chest.

You stepped out of the kitchen with two caf mugs and returned to your bedroom.

Echo sat on the edge of the bed facing the wall. You could tell he was fiddling anxiously with his scomp, causing your smile to fade into a frown.

"Echo, baby." you cooed, setting the mugs down and crawling across the bed to hug him from behind. You kissed one of the studs in his scalp. "What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours."

His eyes met yours, and you saw the tears gathering in them.

"Everything, cyare. Just....with the techno union, I had no idea how many brothers were being killed because I knew the plans, and then I wake up and my best friend, is dead and I couldn't have said goodbye to him, and I made you wait all that time thinking I was dead, and--"

"Hey, Hey." you stopped him. "None of that was your fault; you know you can't keep dwelling on it. Somewhere, Fives is smiling, because in the end, you managed to cheat death and get the girl."

You kissed each tear that fell from his eyes, wiping others away with your thumb while he held you close. Perhaps it wasn't the happiest way to start the morning, but you and your Echo were healing from a lifetime of pain.

That mattered the most.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Ok but like, drunk tbb Echo wants to cuddle reader

this is my absolute favorite prompt so far, i love echo so!! fucking!! much!! he deserves the world and also all the kisses

words: 673

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Your eyes were right about to close when you heard the sound of your comm device beeping, and you had half a mind to ignore it completely, but you sighed and reached over to grab it. “Hello?”

“Good, you’re still awake,” Tech said on the other line. “We will be returning to the ship momentarily and wanted to let you know.”

“Already?” you asked, taking a look at the chronometer on the wall of the barracks. The rest of the batch had gone out for the evening, and while it was later than they usually went to bed, you had expected them to spend more time drinking and partying. You had elected to remain with the ship and watch Omega, because Hunter didn’t want her anywhere near alcohol (despite the fact that she was technically older than him).

“I’ll explain more when we arrive,” Tech said, and then the communication cut off, leaving you to wonder what exactly would happen as they stepped foot back on the ship.

And you didn’t have to worry for long, because you could hear them before you could see them, Hunter and Tech walking ahead while Wrecker supported Echo, and you could immediately tell what had happened from the blissed-out look on your boyfriend’s face.

Echo was drunk. Maybe more so than he had ever been before, and even with his brother’s help he was still stumbling as he walked. As they made it up the ramp, you positioned yourself so that Wrecker could pass Echo over to you, and you felt your lover’s arm wrap around you as you began to guide him through the ship.

“Cyare!” he said brightly once he realized what was happening, and he hiccupped slightly after the term of endearment.

“He’s all yours now,” Hunter said, a playful look on his face. Clearly this night out had been good for all of them, even though they might be stuck with some wicked hangovers the next morning. You could only wonder what Echo had said once the liquor loosened his lips, and you resolved to ask Tech the following morning (he seemed the most likely to remember it).

“Come on, let’s get you to the fresher,” you said gently to Echo. He smelled (as you were sure all of them did) like stale alcohol and greasy food, and he would probably feel much better in the morning if you helped him wash all that away now.

“Nooooo,” he said, his voice practically a whine. “Wanna cuddle with you.”

“We can do that after,” you said, fighting to keep a smile off your face. “But right now we’re going to clean you up so you don’t feel gross tomorrow.”

“Kriff that,” he said, trying to change directions and walk in the direction of the barracks, where your shared bunk resided. He was usually stronger than you, but the alcohol in his system and his refusal to be too far away from you played in your favor this time.

Drunk Echo was one of the cutest things you had ever seen in your entire life, but he also had a tendency to act like a petulant child. You could see the similarities between him and Omega right now more than any other time this week.

“Well you’re not getting into bed with me until you smell like a human and not a bar,” you responded, and that was the thing that finally got him to listen to you.

3 beer-flavored kisses, two almost stumbles in the shower, and one set of hiccups later, you were cuddled up with Echo in your shared bunk. He was half asleep already, and you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he was completely passed out. You leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek as you pulled the blanket up around both of you. “Goodnight cyare,” you said softly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you heard him say back, right before soft snores filled the space, and you slipped off to dreamland beside him.

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arcsimper5 · 6 months

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Been Too Long

So as I traumatised @isthereanechoinhere96 and @amorfista with my angst earlier, please accept this Echo X GN!Reader very NSFW smut as an apology.

Pairing: Echo x Gn!Reader Rating: NSFW. Pure smut Warnings: Slight sominophilia but only if you squint. Again, smut. Handjobs. Orgasms. Blowjobs. Swallowing.

Enjoy the filth!

Echo was heaving for breath below you, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly, but there was no way you were going to stop now.

This beautiful man, this heroic, gorgeous, scarred, altered god before you, with his skin beginning to regain what it could of its sunkissed colour, whose whiskey coloured eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, had confessed to you last night, after far too many drinks in Cid’s parlour, that he hadn’t cum since his rescue from Skako.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t, at least he thought so, he’d drunkenly rambled, his flesh arm thrown over your shoulders, drawing you against his chest as you sat next to him in the dark booth, more that he hadn’t had the chance to try, or the inclination. Or the partner.

And you were friends, at that point. Sure, you’d almost kissed more than once. Sure, your touches lingered on him whenever you made contact, and his face flushed whenever his skin touched yours, and you’d gotten yourself off at night thinking about the way he’d feel inside you more than once.

But you were still just friends.

Until you’d woken up to a hardness pressed against your backside, Echo groaning and bucking and moaning as he rolled his hips against you.

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep next to him, merely to help him back to his room upstairs. And yet you couldn’t begin to care about the circumstances that had bought you here when your name left his lips in a whisper, followed by a stuttering moan, his flesh hand tightening against your hip.

It had been so easy, far too easy for ‘just friends’ to roll over and run your hand down his bare chest, tracing your fingertips around his implants, towards the v of his hips.

He’d shuddered under your touch, arching into it, his erection pushing at the thin fabric of his lower blacks, twitching at the sensation.

When his eyes fluttered open, lips parted, desperate for air, gaze meeting yours with a mix of desire, desperation and confusion while your hand wrapped around his thick length, he’d gasped at the sight before moaning loudly, begging himself not to wake up this time.

Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, your body pressed against his as you pumped him slowly and firmly, Echo whimpering into your mouth.

“If this is a dream, it’s the best one I’ve ever had,” you breathed into his mouth, Echo’s flesh hand shooting to you back, dragging you against him.

But you hadn’t allowed him the control he so desperately craved, your mind set on one thing and one thing only; tonight, he was going to cum for you.

The confusion in his sleep addled gaze as he was pressed back into the mattress, your free hand trailing down his body, maneuvering him into the perfect position for you to bring your lips to the tip of his cock, even while you still pumped him steadily.

He was never going to last long, not when your plush mouth settled around the head of his thick, throbbing flesh, tongue teasing at the slit while your hand pumped the base, squeezing gently.

His cock was truly beautiful, you mused silently as you lapped at the tip, drawing off enough to blow a line of cool air across the sensitive head, thick and just the right length, veins running up the length giving it a beautiful texture.

Unable to help yourself, you quickly took him back into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck as tightly as you could, Echo letting out a high pitched moan, his hips bucking as his fingers found your hair, threading through it and tugging gently, encouraging your movements.

“F-Fuck, mesh’la,” he whined, eyes screwed shut, head thrashing from side to side, “w-wanted this for s-so long, fuck!”

It was all too much, pleasure coursing through him, the tension held in for far too long finally uncoiling as he tried to pull you off of him, unable to even breathe a warning.

You felt him fall apart by the way he bucked and whimpered, how he gritted his teeth, how his breathing quickened, and you were defiant even as he pulled at your hair, pressing him further down your throat, determined to take everything he had to offer.

And as he came down your throat with a cry of your name, hips stuttering, his self control barely hanging on, his touches turned gentle against your head, his eyes focused on you through a pleasured haze as you finally released him with a wet ‘pop’, tongue tracing your lips as you removed the last traces of him.

“Holy kriff,” he huffed, slumping against the mattress, his strength failed, “sweet maker, I… I can’t. No words. Amazing.”

You giggled softly as he pulled your hair gently, settling you down onto his chest, littering the skin with kisses, his hand drifting down your back and lower, shivers running through you as his fingers explored your skin.

“Well, I couldn’t let you go any longer without cumming,” you smirked, fighting more giggles as he flushed brightly, eyes widening.

“Oh. I, uh, I told you then, huh?” he chuckled nervously, moaning into your mouth as you captured his lips once more, teeth catching his bottom lip as you pulled away, eliciting another moan from him.

“And I’m glad you did,” you purred, breath hitching as his hand roamed over your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, “because you deserve pleasure. And I’m going to give it to you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, raising an eyebrow, his cock twitching with interest once again, “sounds good… though I wouldn’t be opposed to returning the favour first…”

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before his hand was moving, slipping between your bodies, into your shorts and seeking your flesh like a homing missile.

It was going to be a long night…

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arctrooper69 · 9 months

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Solidarity

You have friends here - family. Sometimes you simply need silence to hear what you need to hear.

A/N: Part of @clonexreaderbingo for the square: "Stay with me"

Warnings: Panic attack, feeling useless, anxiety.

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The mission was successful. No one was hurt, nothing had been compromised. The mission objective had been more than fulfilled and spirits were high - even Hunter sported a sly grin. Wrecker's boisterous, joy filled laugh echoed down the wooded trail towards the Marauder. For once, everything had gone according to plan. So why did it feel so heavy? Disconnected - like you were trapped behind a window, watching everyone else play their part?

Echo came behind you, clapping a hand to your shoulder. He smiled, "You did good today."

You pulled your face into what you hoped seemed like a believable smile, but for some reason, his words of encouragement made you feel worse.

"You did good today."

Had you really though? You sighed, Probably not. He was just saying it to placate you, so that you didn't feel like a total failure. It didn't work.

You recalled how you fell at least three times, tripping over your own feet.

Clumsy.

You couldn't seem to hold your blaster steady.

Weak.

Everything had been so overwhelming and frankly you'd been terrified.

Coward.

Even Omega had done much better than you, and she was a child. At least she was useful. You watched as she playfully skipped up the ramp and sighed.

What the hell is wrong with you!? Your inner voice scolded. Jealous of a kid!? That's really kriffing pathetic.

You trudged up the ramp into the Marauder, guilt tugging at your chest, weighing you down as it had been for some time now.

"Are you ok?"

You jumped as a low voice interrupted your self-sabotaging spiral. Of course Echo would be the one to notice. Great. Now you had soured his mood as well.

Shifting away from him, you tightly folded your arms against yourself as you leaned on a crate just inside the doorway. Everyone else had already disappeared into the main part of the ship. You doubted they even noticed your absence.

"I'm fine." You lied. "Just a little tired. That's all."

Echo was silent, and for a moment you thought he'd believed you and left to go celebrate with the others. Your heart sank. Part of you had actually hoped he'd stay.

You shifted again and to your surprise, he hadn't moved. He regarded you carefully, face unreadable. He took a breath and then looked up at you.

"Okay." He said calmly, almost casually. He jerked his head towards the ramp. "Let's go for a walk."

The two of you were silent, taking in the fresh summer air. The last rays of sunlight slowly faded behind the horizon leaving you in the soft evening glow of moonlight. You were greatful for the silence as Echo climbed up over a grassy hill and sat down. You sat beside him and the heavy feeling in your chest suddenly felt much heavier.

"So," Echo began slowly. You could feel his penetrating gaze and it only made you want to hide your face in shame. You didn't meet his eyes. Because then he'd see how weak you actually are, sneered your inner voice.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?"

"I'm -"

"Yeah no," he interrupted. "Don't tell me you're fine because I know you aren't."

You were silent because you knew that if you opened your mouth to speak, you wouldn't be able to stop from breaking down completely.

"I don't belong here." You whispered around the lump in your throat.

Your heart sank, expecting him to scoff or throw out a cliched affirmation like the ones you'd heard your entire life:

"Of course you belong!"

"We're here for you."

"Keep your head up. It'll get better soon."

Empty promises from people who only pretended to care just enough to placate your needy anxieties. Just enough to seem polite. But Echo was silent.

"What makes you think that you don't belong?" He asked quietly.

"I..." You choked, unable to keep back the tears any longer. You felt heavier than ever. "I'm not smart like Tech or strong like Wrecker. I can't fight like Hunter or slice code like you." Your chest bucked in a futile attempt to hold back the sobs. "Even...even Omega is more useful than me."

Your breath came in jagged gasps as tears fell hot and heavy down your face, soaking the knees of your trousers where your head rested, arms curled protectively around your legs.

"I can't...." You gasped, lips tingling with the all too familiar numbness of panic, fingernails drawing blood from your tightly clenched fists.

"Listen to me." Echo was speaking but he sounded muffled - far away.

"Hey." He called your name, putting a hand on your arm. His voice was firm and unwavering, but it held a genuine kindness. His voice was grounding.

"Echo?" You whispered shakily.

"Yeah. Im here." His flesh hand squeezing your shoulder provided a strange sense of comfort. "Just breathe, okay? Ill do it with you."

Slowly your breaths began to sync with his.

In. Out. In. Out.

Echo sat beside you silently. He didnt bother to ask if you were alright again. He knew you weren't - and that was okay. Sometimes all you needed was a friend. Silent support - though it broke his heart that you thought you weren't useful.

"Can you stay here with me for awhile?" You whispered, taking another shuddering breath.

"We can stay out here as long as you need to." He replied and you nodded gratefully.

He opened his mouth, then paused, closing it again as though there was something he wanted to say but thought better of it. He shook his head. No. This was important.

"I dont think you're useless." He uttered quietly. You lifted your eyes. Where you'd expected pity, you found only Echo's hard gaze of sincerity.

"In all honesty, we'd have fallen apart a long time ago if you weren't here."

You scoffed and looked down, not meeting his eyes, but Echo continued as if he hadn't heard.

"You're the one who Omega comes to at night when she has a nightmare. Not me, not Hunter or Wrecker or Tech. You." He softly chuckled to himself. "You're the only one who managed to pull a smile from Crosshair after we got him back. Crosshair. Our snarky, pissed-off-sniper of a brother. You got him to smile after all he'd been through."

You still refused to look up at Echo, but the sound of his voice was soothing.

"And Hunter said that the headset you built gave him the best night sleep in a long time. Sure, Tech helped you build it....but it was your idea."

He gently paused, watching your shuddering breaths slowly give way to calmer ones.

"...and," he began again hesitantly and stopped. Then with the confidence of the ARC trooper he was, he continued. "You dont take shit from anyone. No wonder Wrecker always partners with you on missions. You're tough. And you're smart. I've seen you take hits that would probably take me out, and you bounce right back up. Yeah, maybe you don't speak up a lot but I've seen your strategies at work in the field. You help keep us together. As a team, and as a family. So don't you dare think that you're useless, because you're not!"

Echo trailed off into an awkward silence as though realizing you probably didn't want all this. He hadn't meant to get so passionate towards the end. You blew it, Echo. Now she thinks you're just patronizing her.

"Echo?"

He raised his eyes to meet yours, dragging himself from those nagging anxious thoughts.

A faint smile tugged at your lips. "Thank you."

Echo squeezed your shoulder again. It would be a while before the weight lifted from your chest, but for now you could settle in the silence next to your best friend.

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The Bad Batch and Watching a Sunset (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: Sunsets can be pretty romantic and the Batch enjoy watching them with you.

Warnings: None. All fluff!

Hunter

Hunter has convinced himself he isn’t much of a romantic, but you know different. Whenever the team finds a safe planet for a few days, he never misses a chance to watch the sunset by your side. With the sun gradually descending, he’ll prepare a dinner outdoors and chat with you, sharing jokes and opinions on trivial topics. Once you’re finished, he will lovingly cradle you in his lap as you watch the day depart.

During one memorable trip, Tech enthused all day about a rare sky phenomenon that graced the planet during sunset once every hundred cycles. Eager to share the experience with you, Hunter set out cushions by the ship, and invited you to join him. With his legs on either side of your hips and his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, you settled to watch the display. The sun set in a blaze of lilac and jade hues, and as the last arc of sunlight slipped below the horizon, the sky burst into a kaleidoscope of colours, translucent waves fluttering like a celestial blanket. In a moment of heightened awareness, Hunter told you to watch and pointed out a cluster of birds just before they emerged from the trees. You jokingly called him a show-off, but you wouldn’t trade being by his side for anything else in the galaxy.

Echo

Echo gets a little fussy when you both watch a sunset, but only because he wants you to be comfortable and most places outside lack suitable seating. When you nestle your head on his shoulder and draw nearer, he eases a bit and relishes the tranquillity of your shared time. You rarely get time to stop and enjoy some peace, so when you do, he savours every moment.

While watching one sunset, Echo recounted what they were like on Kamino. When the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed enough to make out the horizon, it was like watching a ruby drop into the water. Tiny and unimportant to most, but he found solace in it. No matter what happened, suns would always rise and fall and rise again. Rather like him. His peaceful expression captivated you, the lines near his eyes barely creased and the calm in his hazel eyes holding you spellbound. It was a rare sight, and you made a conscious effort to soak in every aspect. When you asked him to tell you more, he vividly recalled the strange weather he had witnessed and the funny situations it had caused, often involving lost brothers and their antics. Cuddling him again, you listened to his tales, the sun long gone and the stars lingering to listen too.

Wrecker

Wrecker is an expert at savouring sunsets and turns them into memorable evenings. He plans everything thoroughly, carefully selecting your favourite snacks and drinks, and arranging a cosy nest of blankets and pillows for the two of you. His primary goal is to lavish you not only with a picturesque scene but also with immense love and adoration that those quiet moments are perfect for.

One evening after an early dinner, Wrecker placed a blindfold over your eyes and carefully led you into the sparse copse close to where you landed. When he removed the fabric, a wave of awe washed over you. Dimmed lanterns gently swung between the boughs. As you approached the bank of the lake, you noticed a delightful arrangement of blankets and cushions, and a food hamper. He had even scattered vibrant petals around the area too. He gently grasped your hand and settled you down, pulling you close as the sun started to descend, all the while whispering words of love in your ear. You both spent the night there, sleeping in each other’s embrace until daylight broke again.

Crosshair

The first time you and Crosshair experienced a sunset together, it happened spontaneously. While hauling supply crates into the ship, you paused for a moment to witness the sky change. Noticing you’d stopped, Crosshair asked what you’d seen, thinking there was danger, but he relaxed a little once you explained you were merely fascinated by the way the sunlight cut through the trees. He couldn’t comprehend why some were so captivated by it, but you seemed to relish it, so he watched a little longer. The sunsets after that, you would sit in solitude, taking in the impressive sight. Eventually Crosshair joined you, secretly revelling in the way his surroundings grew calm. There were no loud noises or screams, or frightful sprints back to the ship. Everything was perfectly quiet.

Seated in a shaded spot and watching the bright star dip one peaceful evening, he began to talk. He knew you were curious about certain parts of his past, and he assured you that you were free to ask whatever you wanted. He’d answer honestly, no detail spared or horror held back. You caught the vulnerability in his voice and didn’t want to pry, but when you glanced up at him, you could see he wanted to tell you; he just needed a bit of prompting. So you asked him everything you had ever wondered, every brief allusion he had ever made to the dark patches in his past. True to his word, he opened up. With each sunset you witnessed together, he would divulge more, disclosing personal details that even his brothers didn’t know about and dismantling the emotional fortress he had built around himself.

Tech

When it comes to Tech, observing a sunset is initially approached as a scientific study. Every planet he visits, he positions himself at the best vantage point, datapad in hand as he records the angle of the descent, the trajectory, the variation in hues, and cross-references it with data from other planets. He will talk while he observes, explaining exactly what he’s doing to fill the silence between you. Your one-sided conversations often end with him rambling for some time, not that you mind. You can see the joy radiating from him as he indulges in it. But there’s a small part of you that wants nothing more than to nestle into his arms and watch it together. Over time, he notices small subtle cues that you aren’t enjoying the sunsets as much as he is, and after confiding in Wrecker, he realises why.

The next sunset was one you wouldn’t forget soon. You joined Tech as usual, plonking yourself down on the makeshift bench as the twin suns chased each other towards the eastern horizon. Fiery hues blended in the middle and the sky and began to burn gold, clouds and birds fleeing the impending night. For the first time since you can remember, Tech was not engrossed in the streams of information filtering through his datapad. In fact, you couldn’t see it anywhere on his person. He encircled his arms around your shoulders and brought you close to him. Instead of offering facts, he commented on the breathtaking beauty of the sunset and how he cherished the opportunity to experience it with you.

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Wherever You End Up

WC: 1.4K

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI; ANGST

Pairing: Echo x GN!Reader

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN EPISODE 8, PLEASE!!!

Summary: It's not a goodbye. It's a see you later.

“Palpatine was one step ahead of us during the war, and he’s still several steps ahead of us.” Rex looks between you, the Batch, and Senator Chuchi. “We played right into his hands.”

It’s been a long couple of days. Between trying to help Rex and get the proof of Rampart’s involvement in the downfall of Kamino, you’re running on a lack of sleep. You keep looking at your partner, Echo but he won’t meet your eyes. He’s been quiet since you got back to the Martez’s garage.

“I don’t understand.” Omega speaks up. “We did the right thing. We told the truth.”

Hunter looks down at her. “And he twisted it to his advantage.”

“The Emperor wanted us to implicate Rampart to get what he was after all along.” Rex fumes. “Senate approval for his stormtrooper program.” “The fate of all clones is now sealed… because of us.” Echo looks at Rex and you can practically feel the regret radiating off of his body. “What’s gonna happen to them?”

Echo’s been done for a while now. You know there’s more that he wants to do. You keep thinking that one day you’re gonna wake up and he’s going to be gone so that he can join this new “rebellion” with Rex. You’re completely torn because… you want him to be happy. But now, you think that maybe he’ll only be happy if he’s out there, still fighting. Or at least helping people. When you helped Gungi, the Jedi Wookiee child, you saw a spark in Echo’s eyes that had been missing for a while. A spark that wasn’t even there when the two of you lay in bed together at night.

It hurts, but you get it.

“I don’t know.” Senator Chuchi sighs. “But I will keep fighting for the clones. You all deserve the same rights as every citizen.”

She leans down toward Omega, with promise in her eyes. “I won’t give up.”

Omega nods and the senator stands back up, looking at all of you. You admired her. She was standing up for what’s right and not backing down out of fear like the Emperor wants and expects out of this new “Empire”.

“If you need anything Rex, just say the word.” Hunter looks at the captain and then nods at Senator Chuchi. “Senator.”

Echo steps forward, looking between you and Hunter. You get a weird feeling in your stomach and you furrow your brows in confusion as you look at Echo. What’s going on?

“Wherever you end up, remember what I said.” Hunter pats Echo on the shoulder and starts to head back to the Marauder.

“Don’t get in trouble without us.” Wrecker

“Without us?” Omega asks, looking up at Echo, confused.

Oh… You understand now. And your heart still breaks into a million pieces.

“Best of luck, Echo.” Tech nods with a smile and then heads back to the Marauder with Hunter and Echo.

“Luck with what?” Omega asks.

You don’t know what to say. The lump in your throat is making it difficult to speak anyway. But Echo finally looks at you, into your eyes once before looking down at Omega.

“I’m going with Rex.” Echo tells her.

You can tell he’s firm in this decision. This decision he’s made without you…

Omega looks up at Rex and he nods slightly, his eyes full of respect for the young girl.

“The clones will need our help now more than ever.” Echo tells her. “I can’t turn my back on them.”

Even though he’s kind of turning his back on you… sort of. You know it’s more complicated than that. But still, the ache starting to form in your chest is about to become unavoidable.

“You… You can’t leave.” Omega starts to look to you for help, but you’re still not able to form words. “We’re- We’re a squad.”

“Omega… this is something I have to do.” Echo sighs. “I’m going where I’m needed.” “But… we need you, too.” Omega’s eyes start to tear up and your heart shatters even more as you place a hand on her shoulder.

She’s been through so much. And the fact that Echo is blindsiding her with this really upsets you. Hunter apparently knew. Wrecker and Tech seemed to be fine with it. Did they really not think to let Omega know so she’d be better prepared?

Echo kneels down on the ground, sitting his helmet down and putting a hand on her other shoulder and she closes her eyes for a moment.

“It’s not forever.” Echo promises her. “I’ll be back.”

“Will you?” You finally speak up.

“Of course I will.” Echo looks up at you and finally, the tears slip past your lids and down your cheeks. He looks back at Omega. “Keep up with your training while I’m gone, huh? Understood?”

Omega slightly nods, launching herself into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. He looks up at you with surprise at such an action. Like, maybe he wasn’t expecting her to be so attached to him. Even after all this time. He wraps his arms around her one last time and you look over at Rex and the senator, who now have decided is the time to step away for a moment.

“Yes, sir.” Omega wipes her tears as she pulls away.

“Keep an eye on them.” Echo nods in the direction of the Batch and she nods.

He stands up with his helmet and tosses it to Rex before Rex walks away. Omega runs back to the Marauder but stops one last time to glance at Echo again before climbing aboard where Hunter pats her on the shoulder. You look up at Hunter and he nods to you that they’ll wait.

When you turn back around, you find Echo staring at you, cautiously.

“A heads up would have been nice…” You murmur.

“I thought maybe you’d try to talk me out of it.” He looks down.

You run your hands down your face, exhaustion starting to settle in your bones.

“We’re partners… we’re supposed to make decisions together… Right?” You clench your fists at your sides, not sure what to do with them. “I’d never try to talk you out of doing the right thing. But I’m glad to know the thought never occurred to you to ask me to come with you.”

You’re so angry at him. You understand. But Maker, you’re so angry… and heartbroken.

“Of course the thought occurred to me.” He looks back at you. “I just know that your answer would’ve been no.”

Would it have been? Would you really have told him no? Would you have been able to leave this little family you’ve found? You suppose you may never know now.

“I know you. You need them as much as they need you.” Echo takes your hand.

The urge to bitterly pull it away is strong but you don’t. How many more times in this lifetime will you get to hold his hand? He said he’ll be back one day… but the future is always uncertain.

“I love you.” He tells you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you on the head.

“I know.” You whisper, tears still falling. “I love you, too.”

“I know.” He rests his forehead against yours one last time. “We can still comm each other whenever, you know.”

The thought honestly hadn’t occurred to you. You supposed that’s true.

“Long distance never works out and you know it.” You laugh, softly, wiping your tears.

“We can make it work.” He nods, cupping your face, pulling your eyes in level with his so he can look into your eyes one last time.

You crush your lips to his, pulling yourself against him desperately, as a goodbye and he squeezes you to himself, as if he’s trying to make sure his body remembers yours against his. You know that yours will.

“I swear to the Maker, Echo… if you get yourself hurt or worse… I won’t forgive you.” You try to make a serious face.

“I fell in the water one time and now I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” He rolls his eyes, amused.

You shake your head. “Never. Fives would be so proud of me.”

He laughs, nodding his head in agreement.

“Fives would be proud of you.” You sigh, coming to terms with this decision of his.

He needs to do this. For all of his fallen brothers. For the Domino Squad. For the 501st. For Fives. He needs to do this. And you’ll support him, no matter how hard it hurts, no matter where he ends up.

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nahoney22 · 1 year

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Howdy!! Congrats on 3k!! That’s awesome sauce and you deserve all the love❤️ could I have a sfw fic with the prompt ‘wait, you think i’m cute’ with echo? 💜💙🤍

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Echo X F!Reader

word count: 820

SFW

prompt:

“Wait, you think I’m cute?”

warnings: none, pure fluff. Female reader, reader becomes flustered around Echo, Echo being a flirt.

Authors note: thank you dear! Kicking and squealing writing this one. Enjoy.

"Do you have a type?"

The unexpected and whimsical query made you stifle a chuckle, almost spitting my drink across the bar.

Sitting with Bolo and Ketch, two regulars of Cid's bar, although it often felt as though yourself and the Batchers were becoming regulars as well. "What do you mean?" You asked, taken aback by the sudden question, clearing your voice from the surprise.

Bolo, with a mischievous grin, nudged Ketch and asked, "You're single, right? So, what's your type?"

"Definitely not you," You quipped with a playful smile, earning a round of laughter from the two.

Despite their jesting, they persisted with the same question. "To be honest, I don't think I have a type," You admitted, though it wasn't entirely truthful. There was one characteristic you looked for in a partner, but it just so happened to belong to a certain Clone.

"Hasn't any of those guys you hang out with asked you out?" Bolo, the lthorian, asked with a hint of intrigue, causing a warm blush to rise to your cheeks. The compliment was flattering, but the thought of being asked out by your friends was both awkward and endearing. But with Echo and his kind heart and constant support, immediately came to the forefront of your mind.

He was always there for you, a shoulder to cry on (although the was a little timid about it at first) and your go-to in times of need. He was simply… lovely.

As you glanced around the dimly lit bar, you’re reminded that your friends were off on a mission and it was just the three of you. Perhaps it was a moment of bravery, or perhaps foolishness, but you decided to share a secret with the two fools. "If I tell you something, you have to swear not to tell the others."

The pair of them gazed at each other in surprise, clearly taken aback that you were willing to confide in them. They nodded eagerly, leaning in closer with interest.

"I, uh," your voice carried a stammer, feeling bashful as you prepared to divulge your feelings for Echo to these two. "I do have a crush on one of the guys."

"Yeah?! Who?" they asked in unison, their grips on the table tight with excitement.

Taking a deep breath, chewing on your lower lip, Echo's name escaped past your lips.

"Him? Killjoy?" They both looked at each other, confused. "Why?"

You couldn't help but giggle, swirling the last remnants of your drink around in my glass bashfully. "I just feel happy when I'm with him. He's kind… dreamy." You trailed off, seemingly lost in thought and forgetting I was with company.

"Dreamy?" Bolo scrunched up his brows in mock disgust, though you could sense his excitement at this new revelation.

Your cheeks flushed red as you realized you had spoken your thoughts out loud. "He's cute. Okay? Are you happy now?"

“Wait, you think I’m cute?”

The sound of Echo's voice startled you, causing your heart to skip a beat and your eyes to widen in surprise. You’re frozen to your seat as you stare straight ahead at Bolo and Ketch who are now instantly standing up and running off.

Slowly, you turned around on your chair to find him standing behind you.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” He says with a soft chuckle escaping his lips and placing his helmet down on the table beside him before approaching you.

"Hi," you repeated again, obviously feeling a little flustered by the sudden appearance of the man who had been the subject of your secret confessions.

"Anything you want to talk about, pretty girl?" Echo prompted, standing in front of you as his fingers gently push a strand of hair behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I-I-I uh-," you stammered, feeling completely tongue-tied and flustered as he gazed down st you with warm, sparkling eyes

"Well for the record," Echo interrupted your stuttering, tilting his head as he looked at you with a charming smile. "I think you're cute too. And dreamy." He repeats what you had said previously which only adds to your embarrassment.

But… he said you were cute? And dreamy, too? Does this mean…?

His words sent a rush of heat through your body, leaving you feeling completely enamored and unable to say anything in response. To which, Echo takes pity on you and almost cockily, a sudden boost of confidence shooting through him, leans forward and places a kiss to your cheek which was very, very close to your lips. “Speak after? I need to have a chat with Cid.”

He takes a step back, scoots up his helmet and sends you a wink. Where did that confidence come from?

You watch him leave through to the back room and as soon as he’s out of eyeline, you sucked in a deep breath, finally catching your breath back and let out a squeak of excitement.

Did that just happen?

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 7 months

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Painted Pretty

Travelling through hyperspace after a mission can be boring, unless you’re sharing a ship with five men.

Pairing: All Batch x f!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Rating: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: bukkake, lots of praise, fraternal polyandry (aka the boys are all with reader), consensual recording (it’s a hobby), light marking, cum eating, squint and you might see a breeding kink, fluffy aftercare, also squint for some bratty behaviour (one guess who that is), handjobs, fingering, unprotected PiV, oral (m!receiving and f!receiving), squint again for a possible reference to somnophilia, no clonecest.

A/N: Keeping track of five of them was a nightmare.

I will also die on the hill that Tech and Cross are tube twins.

It’s cold in the cockpit. Not entirely uncommon when travelling through hyperspace, but you have a feeling your lack of clothes isn’t helping the matter.

The durasteel floor bites into your knees, even with a standard-issue blanket cushioning them. The hum of the engine and hyperdrive fill the air, along with the ragged breathing of the five men standing around you.

“So pretty for us.” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice graces your ears as he admires you, eyes taking in every exposed curve of your body as he lazily pumps his cock.

You can’t help but smile sweetly, batting your lashes just a little as you reach out a hand to trail your fingers across his hipbone, raking your nails ever so teasingly down his strong, tattooed thigh. The action pulls a moan from him, a curse leaving his lips. He reaches for you, smoothing his hand across your head, tangling his fingers in your hair.

His hips flex forward, pressing the head of his cock to your lips. They part easily and you draw him in, flattening your tongue against the underside of him. He groans, gently thrusting in and out, watching the way your kiss-swollen lips from the earlier make-out session seal around him.

Slender fingers reach for you and guide your free hand, your fingers curling around the slightly longer but equally girthy cock you’re led to. Your eyes flit to the side, taking in the heat in Crosshair’s sharp eyes as you stroke him.

“Such a good girl.” The slink of the sniper's voice coils around you. The praise makes you preen, even as you continue lavishing attention to Hunter’s cock with every bob of your head.

A warm body presses to your back, your eyes falling shut for a moment at the contact, but you refuse to stop bringing pleasure to two of the men you adore. “That’s it, darling.” Tech whispers in your ear, pressing soft kisses and light bites to the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet, offering gentle encouragement even as he grinds his hard-on against your ass. He slides an arm around your waist, dexterous fingers making contact with your clit and he proceeds to trace slow but firm circles on it. You moan at the sensation, earning a grunt from Hunter as he continues to fuck your mouth.

Hunter pulls out a moment later, the lewd pop of his cock sliding from your lips echoing in the cockpit. He dips down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead before taking himself back in hand, freeing your mouth for one of his vods.

The decision of who’s next is unspoken, and Echo steps forward.

Even as your hand continues working Crosshair, even with Tech pressed against you, you look up and offer Echo a soft smile. His rescue had only been a handful of weeks ago, but he’d fallen so effortlessly into place with the rest of the squad. And now, he’d get a share of you too.

You can see a twinge of self-consciousness on his face, so you reach for him, drawing him in by the back of his metal thigh until you can slide your lips down the length of his hard cock to place a series of kisses, reassuring him silently as you take the tip in your mouth and sink on him until he hits the back of your throat.

The gasp Echo lets out is beautiful, and you watch as his eyes fall shut, hips canting on instinct as he chases the warm, wetness of your mouth.

“See. Sharing ain’t so bad, Reg.” Crosshair lets out a dark chuckle, punctuated by a hiss as you swipe your thumb across his frenulum on the upstroke, your eyes turning to him, eyebrow quirking upwards. He stares you down for a second, but you refuse to look away first, and those sinful lips of his curl into a smirk as his eyes close, narrow hips rolling with each stroke of your hand.

Echo’s hand on the top of your head pulls your attention back to him, and you hold his gaze as he slides in and out of your mouth, watching the stretch of your lips and the small pools of saliva forming in the corners of your mouth. You’re an absolute sight – and he can’t get enough of it.

A firm but steady push on your back has you rocking forward a little, and a muffled cry of delight leaves you as you feel the head of Tech’s cock press against your entrance, his fingers still playing with your clit. “I usually have a lot of patience, darling, but when you’re like this…” He trails off, laving more kisses on your throat as you feel the stretch of him pushing into you.

“Hey no fair!” Wrecker chimes in, the big man has been watching from the sidelines, large hand working his equally proportionate length. He knew you struggled to take all of him, and that you needed to work up to him, so he was usually happy to sit back and wait a little for his turn during group sessions.

Blindly your hand leaves Echo’s thigh, reaching for Wrecker. He steps closer, and your fingers curl around his cock, unable to get a full grip on him. You stroke him once, twice, and he settles a little. You moan around Echo as he continues to fuck your mouth, the sweet drag of Tech’s cock with each of his thrusts driving you insane.

“Fuck, cyar’ika. You should see yourself right now. Absolutely beautiful.” Hunter comments lowly, still jerking himself as he takes in the vision before him. Echo’s cock in your mouth, Wrecker and Crosshair in your hands, and Tech slowly taking you from behind. The streaks of light from hyperspace bathe you in the most gorgeous glow and Hunter can feel that he’s close, the scene pushing him near the edge, and from the quickened heartbeats of his vod, they all are too.

Wrecker’s grunts drown out his brothers, and you’re well-versed by now in what that means. Mouth sliding from Echo’s cock you tilt your head in Wrecker’s direction, closing your eyes, tongue out as you continue stroking him. Seconds later you feel the warm ropes of his release hit your face, catching some on your tongue, which you greedily swallow as he groans through his orgasm. Your hand shifts to run across his hip in a gentle gesture as the last few drops hit your face.

Wrecker has set off a chain reaction. The low growl from Crosshair has you turning your head the other way, eyes still closed and tongue still out. The sniper's hand weaves into your hair, keeping you close as you give him a few more strokes until he’s cumming across your face too, painting you with it. His noises of pleasure are quieter and his fingers ghost down your jawline, propping your chin up. “Let me see.” He whispers as he catches a breath.

Knowing this was his favourite part, you savour slowly opening your eyes, meeting his hawkish gaze. Delight flares in those sharp eyes of his as he looks you over, taking in every small detail of your face covered in his and Wrecker’s cum, and the irresistible colour of your eyes. Most people were unable to hold his gaze longer than a few moments, but you’d never felt anything other than safe under his intense stare.

“Beautiful,” Crosshair whispers, hand falling from your chin as he reaches for a spare rag to clean himself off.

You feel Tech moving, drawing a moan from you as he slides his cock in and out of you, pulling your attention back to the rest of them. “Whose turn is it, beloved?” He whispers in your ear between thrusts. It had caused quite a lot of tension between the brothers at first – who would get to make you cum during group sessions.

Going back over the last few sessions, your gaze slides to Hunter, the corners of your lips curving upwards. “It’s been a while, Sarge.” You purr.

“Fuck.” Hunter curses, gripping the base of himself to stop from finishing too soon.

With a wicked smile, you look up at Echo once again, giving him your full attention, pushing his hand away from his cock so you can work him. “You gonna cum for me, Echo?” You ask, lips pouting a little.

“Cyare…” He grits out, jaw clenched. He’s quick to let out a sharp gasp, hips jerking forward as his release joins the others across your face. The look of satisfaction he wears as he rides through the high makes you smile, and as much as you want to brush a finger across your cheek and taste them, you know you have to wait.

“Good boy.” You can’t help but tease, enjoying the groan Echo lets out and how his eyes close at the praise for a second. You’d had a feeling he’d like it.

It also pulls a noise from Tech, who’d momentarily stilled inside of you, too damn close for his liking. It had amused you no end to learn of the genius's love for compliments, and even if they weren’t aimed at him, you knew those two words would make his exceptional mind go blank.

A whine leaves your lips as you feel Tech pull out of you, rising to his feet and circling you. Your eyes find his behind the yellow lenses of his goggles, and for a second you glance at the small camera attached to them, shifting ever so slightly to give a better view of your body. The action pulls a small smile from him.

At first, you’d insisted he take it off, and with no question he’d left it in his kit crate. But with time you’d warmed to the idea, trusting implicitly that no one outside of the squad would see the videos. You knew he had a whole folder of content buried deep on his datapad, heavily encrypted.

Eyes skipping down his body, your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you watch his hand slide along his cock. Faintly you register the taste of the others in your mouth.

Tech crooks a finger on his free hand, and you scoot forward a little, head tipping back and eyes closing. His breath catches as he admires you, and his hand stills as his orgasm hits him, making his thighs quiver as he watches the pearly ribbons land across your lips and cheek. He reaches out, smoothing his other hand down your throat and across the small marks blooming on your shoulder before he steps back, taking a rag from his twin.

The weight of a heavy gaze lands on you, and you tip your head to search for it. Your eyes meet Hunter’s and he stalks forward, letting go of his cock long enough to grasp you, gently manoeuvring you down onto the blanket. The moment your back hits the soft surface he’s between your thighs, talented tongue lapping at your pussy while one of his hands reaches up to grasp your breasts, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipples. He won’t finish until you do.

Your hands find their way into his hair, snagging a little on his slightly askew bandana. Pleasure zips through your body, back arching as you gasp, feeling the firm press of his tongue as he licks slow lines up and down your folds, ignoring your clit for now. It’s maddening. And he damn well knows it.

“Hunter. Please.” You beg, having been riled up ever since Crosshair had pinned you to the wall of the Marauder and started this whole thing off. You feel Hunter smile against you and his tongue flicks, catching on your clit and stealing your breath as he slides two fingers into you.

He eats you out like a man starved – even though you’d woken up only two days ago to find him between your thighs. The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue devouring you makes your breath quicken, the coil building low in your belly as he drives you towards the edge.

And then he looks up. Those endless brown eyes roving up your body until he meets your gaze focused on you with determination and reverence, tongue furiously working your clit as he scissors his fingers in and out of you.

It’s too much.

Crying out his name, the coil snaps. Warmth rushes through you as you clench around his fingers, mind going blank as small tremors run through your body while you ride out the high.

Hunter’s not done with you, though.

His lips and fingers leave you and you make a noise of protest, even as you try to catch your breath. He grasps your thighs, hauls you closer, and in a fluid motion slides into you, bottoming out.

Your moans combine, the sensation of fullness you feel and the warm tightness he experiences will never get old. All eyes are on you, watching the way your body arches, the way your head tilts back and you gasp as Hunter sets a comfortable pace, pleasure building again with every drag of his cock in and out of you.

He slides a hand underneath your hips, pushing you up a little to adjust the angle, and you see stars.

His thrusts grow sloppy as you climax for the second time, thighs shaking and breath coming in pants as the pleasure sweeps you away. Although he desperately wants to finish inside your warm, wet heat, Hunter pulls out a moment later, drawing you up to rest on your elbows and forearms. A few quick strokes with his hand and he lets out a shaky groan, adding his release to the four others on you.

He winces a little, feeling over-sensitive, and releases his cock. The smile on your face is beautiful, the mischief in your eyes making him love you just that little bit more. He waits a second just to torment you before he gives the smallest nod of his head. You reach up, slowly drawing a finger across your cheek to gather as much of the mess they've made as possible, putting on a little show. Pushing their combined releases towards your mouth, you part your lips and finally taste them.

Varying noises fill the cockpit, each of your five men captivated by the sight, and if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d happily give them 20 minutes to recover before going again.

Hunter pulls you up a little more until you’re sat on your knees, and a rag appears in your peripheral. You feel boneless and sated, and holding yourself up right now is a struggle. Seeing this, Wrecker kneels behind you, letting you lean back and rest against his chest, an arm secured around your middle as Hunter carefully wipes your face clean.

Other hands caress you. Crosshair strokes down one of your arms, while Tech pushes errant strands of your hair from your face. Echo rubs soft circles on your thighs.

“So good for us, babe.” Wrecker comments, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You sink against him a little more, eyes fluttering shut as Hunter finishes cleaning your face, tossing the rag aside. The tiredness starts to settle in – as much as you loved the men around you, keeping up with all five of them was exhausting, especially post-mission.

“Absolutely perfect.” Echo chimes in as you feel the edge of a bottle of water pressed to your lips. You don’t know which of them is encouraging you to drink, but you take a few small sips, only now realising how parched you are.

The water disappears after you’ve had your fill, and you force your eyes open, spending a second looking at each of them. The openness and adoration in their expressions make your heart thump. How did you get so lucky?

“You require rest.” Tech insists, gesturing with a tilt of his head towards the bunks. Wrecker scoops you up effortlessly, and you don’t have it in you to protest. You’d hated being picked up at the beginning, but after seeing him shove assault tanks off cliffs and pry open blast doors with his bare hands, you’re no longer worried.

As you’re carried through the ship you call home, your heart warms at the gentle way Wrecker sets you down on his bunk. He draws the blanket over you, snagging Lula from nearby and offering her to you. The sweet gesture makes you laugh, and you gratefully take the little tooka doll.

Tucked up safely, your eyes close once again as each of them press kisses to your forehead. The bunk creaks a little as Tech joins you, lying down behind you. It’s cosy but you make it work. Nowhere on the ship is big enough for you all to enjoy a cuddle puddle, so they take turns holding you while you sleep. With your back to his chest, the comforting white noise of the engines humming, it doesn’t take long for sleep to draw you under.

#the bad batch x reader #bad batch x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb x reader #tbb x you #tbb hunter x you #tbb tech x you #tbb crosshair x you #tbb echo x you #tbb wrecker x you #I can't believe I wrote this #this is filth #kinktober

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littlemissmanga · 8 months

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A Teasing Echo

This is gonna get spicy, so I'll put it below the cut

Echo is the kind of dom who will softly tease you. And the main way he'll do that is his namesake -- he'll repeat every request you make back to you so you can hear how filthy your needy little pleas sound in his gruff voice.

Because of this, he'll tell you to use your words often when you're intimate.

Sometimes, you'll get a "good girl" and his response is sincere, a way for him to confirm your consent, His tone is soft, gentle but he still feels his stomach twist pleasantly at seeing how flustered you get at the sound.

"You want to ride me, love? My good girl knows how to ask so nicely for what she needs. Of course, baby, come sit right here."

But other times, it has a mocking edge as he actively seeks to get a rise out of you, to push you just that little bit more to losing control. Watching how your usual wit is drowned out by pleasure until all you can do is whine and moan for more all because of him.

"Oh? You want me to fuck you from behind? Fill you nice you nice and deep as I make your ass bounce on my cock? Well, how can I say no?"

He's never actually been able to tease you to your breaking point because his own usually ironclad patience runs out long before yours does. That's because he can't find it in himself to deny you what you want for very long, especially when he wants it just as much.

Either way the night unfolds, Echo will make sure you get exactly what you asked for.

Afterward, he pulls you into the shower with him, cleaning you off gently and showering you with praise -- telling you how good you were for him, how perfect you were, how happy he is and how glad he is that he could make you feel good. Just turns the softness up to the max before settling in bed with you.

Taglist: @dreamie411 @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @blueink-bluesoul @wolffegirlsunite @secondaryrealm @idontgetanysleep @freesia-writes @clonemedickix @multi-fan-dom-madness @dystopicjumpsuit @sinfulsalutations @sunshinesdaydream

#tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tcw echo #echo headcanons #spicy #clone thirsting #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you

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echos-girlfriend · 1 year

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The Way I Am.

Echo x reader

Masterlist

this is self indulgent like no other.. I’ve been trying to write this fanfic since February… I’m so so sorry to everyone who is waiting on fanfic requests.. life has been taking over my comfy headspace.. and my happy place has been broken a few times and I have been having general emotional and mental issues.. bit I promise once I get back fully.. I will get to your amazing requests! And I’m so.. just in shock that I’ve reached 500.. and I’m still not done with my 400 celebration requests… I love you all so much. It has also come to my attention that my masterlist link is also potentially dead on all my fics but this one.. :)

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You were never like this.. you never had this problem.. but for months you’ve felt as thought nothing is the same.. everything is different. Even how you felt about yourself.. the things you love..

“Cyar’ika..?”

You looked up at Echo from your bunk.. you were sitting in the corner with your blanket wrapped around you..

“What’s wrong? What’s got you in a mood eh?”

He was trying to be playful and cheer you up.. but you could only start crying and crawled into his arms.

“Oh.. Cyar’ika.. it’s ok. It’s ok…”

He held you tightly to his body and rubbed your head.. he squeezed you in his arms tight.. as if you would float away if he let go.

“I.. I don’t know what.. or..”

“Shhhh.. it’s ok. It’s ok.. we will get through it won’t we? We always get through everything. Don’t we?”

You nodded and smiled through your tears. His hand came to wipe the tears from your cheeks.. and he led your face with his palm.. and brought your forehead to his.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.. cyar’ika”

“I love you too, Echo..”

“So.. do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Not.. not yet”

“That’s ok. You come tell me when you feel ready.. I’ll drop everything and come listen to you my sweet.. ok?”

“Ok..”

You smiled and sniffled, still getting through your moment of tears.. Having Echo and Loving Echo never changed.

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Short and sweet.. :,3

Tags - @umbramoons @techs-girlfriend @kixs-husband @ilovestarwarsmen725 @starqueensthings @patchgalactic @dangraccoon

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#the bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb echo #the bad batch x reader #clone force 99 x reader #tbb echo x reader #tbb echo x you #echo x reader #echo x you #echo supremacy™️

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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The Batch Batch: The Sith

Headcanons

The Bad batch comes across a unique individual, they find themselves strangely attracted to them and relationship's blossom, however there comes a point where their past is questioned...

A/N:Thank you to @ihatepeez I'm sorry it took so long to come out;( but really hope you enjoy it . I changed it a little, as I felt the batch with a sith that's in their prime..they would not go well with them XD

Hunter

One of the more hesitant people to approach you

He must admit- he did suspect something about you,but it passed

But like also that were kinda attractive

he didnttell anyone..

but that didn't mean anyone could tell (Omega)

But as time passed, you…you stayed and center yourself apart of the group.

With that being said. From the start hunter would have sensed something was off,

Upon being revealed you were a sith…

He felt…conflicted for a bit.

Scratch that, very conflicted.

First where you being followed?

What kind of dangers did sith bring?

What if…those dangers hurt omega

But you reassured him that it was your past. You trying to change now.

Though a bit weary, he believes in you.

As time passes hunter finds that…you have changed. For the better.

And the feelings he had holding back finally came back Into play.

Although he's a bit confused on what he should do in general

In general, hunters very hard on himself in terms on letting himself feel,

But…he learns that it's alright. You two can have a new life together…

Echo

Honestly this man doesn't like you on sight for some reason

Idk but I think…that since echo worked so closely to the jedi, he would naturally dislike the Sith.

But he does wonder to himself why he doesn't like you sometimes…

As time passes he realizes you are a force user, since you saved omega once from falling with the force. But…he didn't see a lightsaber.

Still even as time passes he isn't as hostile, you two can sit together in the same room, but not talk.

It isn't until, one day omega found your lightsaber hidden and she turned it off

Igniting the bright red color…

The innocent girl only gazed at the thing with wonder and echo…felt his heart drop.

This event lead to you being interrogated by the guys

To which you admitted to being sith, however. It was who you were before.

But now, you didn't know what you wanted.

After this, echo full on ignores you

He felt so...

So…

He didn't know how to explain it…but the other part that knew you wanted to change…it made him…happy..?

After a while, you notice he's around you more often, and when you offer to drive the ship he's the only one who stays with you.

Was it because he was still weary of you..?

Tech

I think.. That tech out of everyone would know the quickest.

He would be intrigued.

He knows immediately that you are force user,

How? Even he doesn't know himself.

I imagine he has many questions for you, like a interviewer asking a celebrity

Whether you were a sith , it never crossed his mind.

However the questions stay in head,

And he spends the days in the marauder glancing at you

You can feel it.

there glaces of curiosity,you think

Though you wield a lightsaber(albeit hidden)

You've never used it.

Overall, I think tech would use his curiosity as an excuse to learn more about you, a sith.

Something even his brothers realize XD

"I see it y’know" You say once when everyone is sleeping and tech remained in the pilot seat as you sat behind him.

"Pardon?" He replied looking up from his data pad,

"I feel it too, the staring." He only remains quiet,"You…have questions?" You ask closing your eyes and leaning back on the chair

"Your…a jedi?" Tech questions and he hears you chuckle under your breath"Not really,"

"Then..?" He trails off he only looks back once again and his heart stops for a moment as he met your piercing gaze, within your locked eyes there's a…silent understanding.

"I see" he only says and looks back at his data.

You only looked at him for a brief moment, and examined his figure were his ears red…?

Wrecker

I'm excited for this man onfggsysgs

Okay so, although at first he has a rough exterior, with time he sees you're just someone who's confused on where to go,who to rely on. He doesn't realize it but unknowingly he drops that persona early on.

He approaches you slowly, closer and closer each day.

Until when you've integrated yourself into the group,

That's when he's comfortable with being more…cuddly.

He knows that at night you stay awake, sitting on one of the pilot chairs looking at the stars outside

He wants to ask why

But he never does.

Wrecker eventually gathers up the courage to one day sit down next to you and ask why your always awake.

He's usually not one to do so

And honestly

On the spot you reveal your past, why? You didn't even know why. But he was comforting.

He's shocked, yea, but to Wreckers credit..he knows you're not your past.

And then on Wrecker sticks closely to you as if he's a small puppy,

It's because your close friends right?

…right?

Crosshair

Man's hated you from the get-go,

And you returned that energy

He does notice that your force sensitive but is the least to actually do anything

He pretty much ignores it lmao

He still hates you either way💀💀

Enemies to lovers fr

Like his brothers he's under the assumption your a jedi on the run.

That's until…

You two were separated on a mission and you pulled out your lightsaber

Which…was red.

After that crosshair pretended he didn't really see anything, treating you normally.

But he did piece together you were trying to live a new life, like them.

He eases off after that, and he finds you trying a put a blaster one day when you guys were fueling up.

Chuckling he grabs the blaster from you and just says

"Watch."

Slowly but surely...with every lesson, everytime he seems to be getting closer and closer...

And his always seem to wander

Not that you noticed...👀👀

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