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Bad Batch - Afterlife? Echo

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly you remembered Echo, the sweet clone who had been part of the squad that helped you escape the second time you were enslaved. You were certain he would help you again, the problem was how to find him. So you begin asking the clones if they had seen him. When they asked you how you would know you talked about his metal legs, the scope on his amputated right arm, and the piece he always wore to cover the ports on his head where the separatists has accessed his brain. Soon you heard the slightly grumpier voice, "Y/N?"

Turning you see him and run to him crying, "Echo!"

Echos remaining arm wraps around you and the scope rests on your back, "Are you alright?"

You shake your head, "It's too much."

As you were trying not to break down you feel his arm tighten around you, "Come with me." Still holding on to him in a side hug the two of you walk down the corridors until you reach an apartment. Walking though the living room he leads you to a bedroom. When he lets go of you, your knees finally give out and you collapse onto the bed. As you start to pull into yourself you hear his voice again, "Y/N." Looking up you see him holding a t-shirt and sweat pants. Setting them next to you on the bed, "I'll be in the living room if you need me." You nod and he leaves you alone.

The memories are dancing at the edges of your vision and you scrub your face before putting on the clothes that he gave you. Picking up the spare blanket at the foot of the bed you wrap it around yourself as an extra layer and go out to the living room. Echo quickly turns and comes towards you and asks while looking into your face, "Any better?"

With a greatful smile you nod, "Thank you Echo." Hugging the blanket closer to yourself, "What is this place?"

Taking a deep breath he answers, "We don't know what it's called, just that some people come here after they have been shot." Leading you into the kitchen where there is a teapot and some scones sitting on the table, "There seems to be no pattern in the people brought here though."

Picking up the teapot and pouring out some, "That is odd." You start shaking and set the teapot down hard enough to cause some of it to spill, "Sorry."

Echo quickly crosses to you, "There's nothing to be sorry about." Opening his arms in the silent offer of a hug that you happily accept the two of you settle on the bench at the table. With Echos good arm wrapped around you there was no question about it, you are safe.

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*Authors note: Yes I leaned into the trauma a bit in this one, but I can't help thinking Echo would be the perfect man for someone with PTSD as well. Hes such a sweetheart and would definitely be one hundred percent there for you. Not that the other Batchers wouldn't be, but he understands being alone in a bad situation a lot better than Crosshair does in this AU. Because I refuse to let him betray them. So Echo is our #1 trauma boy.

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Echo 1 1/2 (AKA Echo's thoughts on the situation)

Echo could hear the call of his brothers around him, all of them old enough to be shipped out for war. But here they were, talking and laughing in a place that had continuous corridors like Kamino. Yet it was not Kamino, there was no sound of the ocean always in the background and no Kamonians watching them There was no trainers or droids, it was just brothers.

Walking along the corridor Echo started asking about the Bad Batch, trying to find the members of his squad. All of his older brothers pointed him in the same direction, and as he walked he could hear children's laughter. When he reached the stretch of corridor everyone had directed him to he heard, “ECHO!” and a body slammed into him.

Pushing back the brother he thought he would never see again, “Fives?”

The old grin broke over his batchmates face, “Yup.” Then stepping aside, “Look whos here.” Behind him was Hevy, Cutup, and Droidbait all the brothers they had lost on that first mission to Rishi. Domino Squad hugged, laughed, and shed some tears at being reunited after all of this time. 

The next few months Echo split his time between the Domino Squad enjoying being a brother again, and keeping Crosshair and Tech out of trouble. When Wrecker arrived that became an even larger headache made worse by the instant friendship that formed between Wrecker and Hevy due to their love of weapons and explosions. Echo could breathe again when Hunter arrived to help him keep the chaos under control. But another problem arrived when he noticed how many ‘accidents’ were meeting troopers that had insulted the Batch, especially Tech, in some way. Crosshair having been in the area or shooting range at or shortly before could have been a coincidence but Echo knew his brother and tried to keep it to a minimum.

All of this made it so the only time that Echo could think of you was in the quiet of the night. Your beautiful eyes, the sun in your hair, how you adapted to every member of the batches abilities and made them more comfortable. Somehow his memories always landed on the few time you held his scope the same way you did his hand. Physical touch was rare with you due to your past as a slave, and every moment was precious to him.  

The day was the same as any other with Echo being on the lookout for trouble and when he saw the brothers stirring he looked over to made sure it wasn’t caused by one of his. But then his heart stopped. It was you, wearing a loose sleeveless garment that fell to mid thigh and was see though enough to show the outline of your body but solid enough to keep out details. Stepping forward he spoke, “Y/n?”

Turning in a whirl of fabric you see him and run, ramming into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in a fierce hug, “Echo!”

Hugging your shaking form in return he asked, “Are you alright?” He knew you weren’t but your answer would let him know what he needed to do.

Echo could feel you shaking your head while still pressing against his chest, “It’s too much.”

Immediate extraction it is. Hugging you a little tighter he answers, “Come with me.” Moving you into more of a side hug he leads the way to the Bad Batches apartment. You had met them before, and meeting anyone new right now could just make everything worse.

Getting both of you into the apartment Echo takes you though the living area and straight to his room before gently extracting himself from the hug. You seem to collapse on the bed while he found the sweatpants he had traded for this possibility and a t-shirt. Taking them over to you, “Y/n?” You look up at him your beautiful eyes showing a fight to stay in the present while you were curled up looking small and vulnerable. He wanted to wrap you in his arms and assure you that nothing would hurt you again, but that was not what you needed now. Setting the clothes next to you on the bed, “I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

Going to the kitchen he starts the pot boiling for tea, a kind you have always said helps when your struggling with the memories. Then he set the table with the tea service and a plate of scones he had made. He had been learning to cook in the hope of impressing you one day. Pouring the now boiling water over the tea leaves in the teapot that matched the tea service he had just set it on the table when you emerge. Immediately crossing to you he looks into your face, “Any better?”

With a grateful smile that stopped Echos heart again you nod, "Thank you Echo." Seeing you blanket closer to yourself he wished he could hold you for reassurance, "What is this place?"

Taking a deep breath he answers, "We don't know what it's called, just that some people come here after they have been shot." Leading you to the table, "There seems to be no pattern in the people brought here though."

You pick up the teapot and pouring out some, "That is odd." You start shaking and set the teapot down hard enough to cause some of it to spill, "Sorry."

Echo quickly crosses to you, "There's nothing to be sorry about." Opening his arms in the silent offer of a hug he looses his breath again when you run into his arms, almost burying yourself into him looking for comfort. Settling down on the bench the two of you remain in the side hug long after your finished with tea and scones. Echo looked down at your head and nodded inwardly, he would keep you safe. He had promised to on the first day he had met you, and would keep that promise until the day he died.

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*Authors Note: If you have requests for other clones and/or Jedi you want to react to this situation feel free. I just started with the Bad Batch because the dream that inspired this had Crosshair and I had to do all of the boys. And I hope that all the Echo lovers are fine with this one. I added Domino Squad there because all of them deserve to be happy.

QUE THE TEARS 😭

Hey love! Here with that quote i was talking about!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

Let your inspiration flow and decide which clone boy this vibes best for! 🩵

DUDE I was struck with instant inspiration when I saw this. That is a beautiful quote! This was almost stream of conscious writing and I am actively in love with it. Thank you so much for this prompt!

Wedding Speech

Pairing: Echo x Reader

W/C: 490

Warnings: None, slightly emotional but happy, so much fluff

The clinking of glasses fills the room, slowly at first until the cacophony echoes through the hall. The chatter of conversation falls away in much the same way, ending with a deafening silence.

You steady your breathing, actively keeping the tremor in your hands minute enough that you can read off your datapad. Opening your mouth, you realize you forgot your own glass. You hurriedly grab it before looking out at your family and friends, the warmth from their gazes flooding you.

“Welcome,” you say, letting your voice rise from your chest to carry through the room. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate our wedding. I know it was a long time coming.” A gentle laughter rolls from table to table, a few teasing looks are tossed your new husband’s way.

Husband. The word still felt odd, foreign. But so right it fills you with certainty.

“I promise I won’t keep you long. I just have a few words for my husband, and I wanted you all to hear them, too. They would have been vows, but someone didn’t get around to writing his.”

Playful jeering has your spouse rolling his eyes and shouting at his brothers. “We were literally running from the Empire!” His reasonable defense garners no sympathy. You are clearly their favorite.

When the roar calms to a whisper, you continue.

“My love, I know the road you’ve walked has not been an easy one. Some parts were quite lonely. My own has had some rough bumps, too. And while I wish I could take away your pain, I can’t regret the circumstances that brought you to me.

“Now, our paths have merged into one. I cannot promise the road ahead of us will be smooth. In fact, we both know it likely won’t be. But what I can promise is that you will never again walk it alone.”

You hear and feel your voice shaking, but it still rings clear and loud. You take a quick, shallow breath, knowing you are going to lose your composure as soon as you lift your eyes to meet your husband’s. A smile overtakes your lips without conscious thought as you vision blurs.

“No matter what we face, I pray that my heart will be the softest place you fall, and this love be the wildest place you run. I love you, Echo.”

You blink at your tears, forcing them over your lids to slide down your cheeks. With clearer vision, you can finally see how Echo is looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen. All the love that fills your heart to bursting is reflected back at you in his eyes.

He stands and in one quick step, his arm is around you and his lips are on you, kissing you deeply. Claiming you in front of everyone who means something to you for the second time that day.

“I love you so much, cyar’ika.”

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A peek...

Alright I’m bored, needing depth for my Fanfic, gonna analyze the Bad Batch’s barracks.  

It’s a mess, clear cut right off the start which shows how little Kaminoan  discipline of cleanliness (conditioning) was in affect in these particular clones.  

Echo has the hammock near Tech’s bunk and surrounded by his equipment.  Tech has hacked into the power conduits over his bunk to have all these mechanical arms and tools added so he could probably work on tinkering something by his bunk.- noted by @1fineslytherin​.  The lights here are dim, then after the Batch escapes Kamino and Crosshair moves in with his new squad the lights are restored to the typical Kaminoan illuminating fashion.  This may have been done for Hunter to ease his senses, POSSIBLY.  

As for that smell...

Wrecker has food on his bed, which has been left rotting and festering for about 206 or whatever rotations since the last time they were there.  No wonder it smells.  Along with a clothes line along the back wall which I guess is a step towards some sort of cleaning process?  Boy’s a wreck. - I am not sorry for that pun.  

Crosshair has a perch at the top left hand corner, it is level with Tech’s workstation from across the room.  He has three posters of droids on his back wall, each have distinct holes in the papers resembling the proper kill shots necessary to put down a droid.  Through the holes you can see the wall that they are pinned against, he used these for practice and brought them back to look at / show off / be his intimidating toothpick suckeling self.  As pointed out by @yavielin-feanarien, the center poster spells the letter ‘C’ in Aruebesh.  He also has 2 sets of fresh blacks folded neatly sitting on his sheets.  

I do believe given Wrecker’s messy manner and Tech’s clutter, Crosshair and Hunter decided to take opposite sides to keep the room in some sort of balance.  I say this because honestly I would want a roommate who is clean, not a slob, so in this kind of rooming situation I would want to be on the side with the other clean individual.  But I can see why they would take opposite sides to maintain some sort of “Order” within the room.  

Tech’s perch.  💕

-Tech states that he doesn’t want to sleep next to Wrecker’s junk in their opening episode...bro use those goggles to look at your own room first.  

-Wrecker definitely stole that couch from somewhere.  It’s a BIG couch for a BIG man such as himself.  They have their bunks, benches with no backs to lean into, and crates are all that can be sat on in this room.  Can definitely understand why Wrecker would bring this piece of furniture into their barracks. 

Tech’s bunk is made, and adorns his scribbles of equations.  With all this wall art, makes me wonder who drew that Padme nose art in the deleted reel.  😀  My credits on Tech.  

Hunter’s bunk is made and tidy. he is definitely a boot man, called it!  He has medals pinned to the backboard, no idea what that thing is in the corner, it might be a canteen.  He’s got the iconic Bad Batch 99 skull on his wall, I just dig this man.  

One last thing that I see a problem with as a collective, is that they don’t bring gonky into the room with them.  I like to think that because he is a defective unit that the facility would snatch him up and decommission him, or that he would be bullied by other droids.  So they agree that he’s gotta remain on the ship but still!  

Anyways....I would still like to be their shared barrack hoe.  No lie.  

SURPRISE SHAWTYYY

secondest one shot ever. echo's been growing on me recently icl y'all.

Brake Check

gif credit :)

rating/cw: teen, irl swears/star wars swearing, vague mentions of drugs, canon violence

3.6k words, gender neutral pronouns, zero use of y/n

i might keep this one going if i think up anything else. may or may not be based on my experiences at my own gig.

reblogs are always appreciated :)

The sun shone fiercely over the city, baking the industrial landscape in amber and gold. It was the closest that the durasteel and brick would ever get to being a part of nature, and in a way, the old buildings seemed thankful. Thankful to be unmoving against the planet’s own turmoil. To stand straight, stiff, and unforgiving against the gales that whipped through the streets like wind tunnels.

You very much wish you could be a building right now.

Contrasting to your surroundings, you were very much bothered by the sun in your eyes and wind in your hair. You squinted and kept a hand over your eyes as you puttered through the streets, gauging movement and distance by the tiled stonework on the ground. Your hair whipped at the corners of your face, always just out of reach when you went to swipe them away, giving way to a mood that the sun beating down on your neck was not helping.

Just a few more paces, a lock, and an alarm. You thought to yourself, mentally calibrating for the tasks following.

You were opening your store. At least, that’s what you’d tell anyone if they bothered asking. In reality, you were opening a store you were hired to manage. You were hired as a friendly, trustworthy face that was more or less just responsible for making sure nothing got stolen. The real owner, on the other hand, rarely could bother to make an appearance. So, by all customer accounts, it’s your store. The thought of this brought warmth to your chest.

Pride, albeit in fake ownership, but pride in your work nonetheless.

You found yourself at the front of the store. Large, ornate marble slabs stacked up to the door. Marble steps that were once a hallmark of the city, that dotted every home, now lay cracked, chipped, and closer to oyster gray than marble white.

You trudged to the front glass door. Opening it with a whine, the door found purchase on your hip as you flipped the plastic door sign to “Open”. You glance over at the keypad, and punch in your door code - 0501.

Immediately upon stepping into the small, darkened room, you’re greeted with shrill chirps. The piercing tones shot through the still air and bounced off the walls.

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m coming.” You gripe, talking to the ancient security system that by no means would actually respond. You walk towards the corner of the small shop, eyeing a white panel with a dimly lit green screen. You grimace as you punch in your security code, trying not to become overstimulated by the alarm.

“Disarmed. Ready to arm.” A feminine robotic voice declares, and you hum in content as you turn around and begin to open up your store.

Flip those lights, plug that in, unlock the window guard, count the cash.

The mental list flashed through your mind, though it was almost immediately pushed out by a myriad of other thoughts. Your mind was abuzz, just like any other day. You glanced around at the small, cramped storefront. Your eyes raked the shelves, not looking for anything in particular, simply cataloging with your eyes. Your store sold mainly spaceship parts, among other things; though judging by the dust collecting on the deflector shield projectors, you’d almost be led to believe that no one on the planet had even scraped the sky.

You rounded a counter to make way to the register. The counter was an upside down L-shape, clear glass panes encasing a durasteel frame with sliding doors on the seller side. A smaller, similar-yet-straight case sat parallel on the right, making a perfect little square entrance for you to swing around. Such large display pieces seemed comically out of place in the small store front, as they essentially divided the room in half. Inside, the three rows that spanned the length of each side of the L were cluttered. Cluttered with trinkets that toppled over one another, as well as a handful of dubiously legal recreational products and their respective accessories. Those, along with the cigarettes in cartons behind you, were probably the only reason the lights above you were even on, albeit flickering occasionally and making a rather unfortunate buzz. You shook your head, and unlocked the small, dingy cash register in front of you.

Methodically counting cash, your eyes wandered to the bay window at the front of the store. Outside of it laid sun-bleached stone streets, with few inhabitants venturing out this early in the morning. Those that did, moved sluggishly from the heat or in a feeble attempt to resist it. Most of them looked familiar, usually having come in and bought something in the past. Or the odd few who follow a stricter morning routine than you do, seeing them stroll by every morning since you’d arrived however many cycles ago.

Same old, same old, huh? You thought to yourself. Monotony creeps up on the best of us, I suppose. You silently laugh to yourself, a quick huff of air leaving your nose.

As if the universe was listening in on your internal monologue, a speeder comes careening down the block, the engine body screaming as the bike chewed through the brake disks like meringue. Atop this banshee was a young girl, cream blonde hair whipping behind her as she screamed with delight. You had hoped it was delight at least, though you’d never heard someone giggling with fear. Immediately following her was another speeder, albeit in much less disarray and in much more control. The pilot was a tall, slender, pale man with some form of plating on his head, covering his ears.

“Omega, you HAVE to brake before you turn, you can’t just hit every corner like Tech does!” The man called out, though it was muffled from the glass.

You placed the cash back in the register and paced towards the door. Curiosity was your main driving factor, although if something happened to a child and you didn’t do anything… Well, you were sure your brain wouldn’t let you live it down.

You cracked the large door and peered out through the smaller glass door in front of it. You breathed out in relief, not realizing you were holding it in, as you saw the girl almost entirely unharmed.

“Echo, I’m fine! Plus, you said it yourself before we grabbed them that they looked like ‘hunks of junk’.” The girl made air quotes at her companion to emphasize her point. He, presumably named Echo, sighs in response, barely audible through the door but recognizable by the way his shoulders slumped. You couldn’t see it, as his back was to you, but the clone took his one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Wait, one hand?

You had seen your fair share of clones, both on your home planet and where you now found yourself. However, with his back to you, and with your eyes zeroing in on his scomp, you were none the wiser of the man outside your shop’s origins, other than his name probably being Echo.

The girl, which you assumed was named Omega, noticed you standing in your doorway.

“Maybe we can ask them for help” She spoke aloud, looking past her companion to look directly at you. You respond in part by opening the door and poking your head out.

“So, you crash in front of stores often?” You call out to the girl, smiling softly. Her companion turns around at the sound of your voice.

Hello there.

The man, now recognizable to you as a clone, was much more muscular than you had anticipated. With broad shoulders causing his pauldrons to peek out just a hair more. His hair was a buzz cut, the deep blue-black hue of his just-barely-there hair contrasting against his pale skin.

He waved his hand at you.

“I’m trying to not let her make it a habit but someone was recently taught what drifting was. Do you happen to sell speeder parts?” He punctuated his statement with a playful jab to the girl’s ribs, which elicited a giggle.

“As long as you don’t mind wiping dust off of them, I’m sure I can find something for y’all.” You replied, and you stepped out on the porch to open the door and let the two in. They quickly followed suit and headed towards you.

“I’m Omega by the way, and this is my big brother Echo.” The girl chirped as she walked by.

You smiled and gave your name in response. “Pleasure, it’s been a while since I’ve had real customers”.

“What’s a real customer?” She said, spinning around to look back at you once she filed into the small room.

“Someone actually buying parts, instead of what’s in the case.” You reply, as you turn your back and begin parsing the shelves for speeder brake parts. Immediately you regret this decision.

“What’s in the case?” Omega piped, and before you can turn around her face is pressed to the glass, memorizing its contents.

“Oh!—Uh, adult stuff, Omega. You really shouldn’t worry about it.” You said sheepishly, and you began to walk over to try and find something else for her to look at, but before you could Echo interjects.

“They’re right Omega, you have no business with this kind of stuff. Let’s just focus on the parts we need so we can get back to the ship before too long” He says, before clasping her on the back. She huffs, but obliges and stands up.

“So I have the parts you’re looking for, however the brakes come as a complete set. So you may end up with extras if you didn’t break the entire thing.” You explain, and waggle a box in the air.

“Judging by the sound when we came in, I’d imagine we’ll probably use the whole kit. I hope we don’t scare off too much foot traffic with the repairs.” Echo quipped, accompanied by a soft smile. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the man was flirting with you.

“Foot traffic?” You fake gawk. “Ain’t from ‘round here huh?”

Echo chuckles, and his eyes shone a little bit lighter. The bright honey-brown was rather stark against his skin, making it even more difficult not to get lost in them. The normally-dull blue hue of the overhead plasma lights made them pop out a bit more now that you were inside.

“Well, in any case, we’ll be out front for a bit. Appreciate the help.” Echo nodded and began to take his leave with Omega in tow.

“Last I checked the sign out front didn’t say charity.” You spoke, holding back a laugh with your teeth on your bottom lip.

Echo stopped dead in his tracks, and paused for a moment to reflect on what you meant. He sighed when it finally dawned on him.

“My apologies. Omega, take this out front and start taking the speeder apart while I pay for this.” He handed the box to the girl, and she skipped out the door.

Echo walked up to the counter, albeit awkwardly. Like his hips were too heavy. That’s when you noticed his legs. Or rather lack thereof.

“The heat and humidity makes my joints lock up sometimes.” He stated, noting your staring. Your eyes went wide.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I had only noticed your scomp earlier when we were outside.” You said quickly, trying to alleviate any awkwardness. You had just met the man, you weren’t trying to immediately make a handsome stranger hate you.

“It’s nothing new for me, though I did appreciate the lack of disgust in your face” He joked, self-deprecatingly.

Your eyebrows shot up, a mixture of quizzical and confused. “Everyone in the galaxy has or knows someone with augmentation at this point. What makes yours so gross?” You replied, emphasizing ‘gross’ with a sarcastic voice.

The man shrugged. “Most clones don’t look like me.”

You nodded. “Not exactly a GAR approved clone preset, I gather?”

“Sort of, I guess? I got placed with an experimental clone unit during the war, seeing as how I didn't fit in with the regs anymore.” He responded, now talking with his hands and relaxing his posture. You typed in the total for the engine kit into the register.

“Regs?” You ask, not looking up, but still very much invested in the conversation.

“Regular clones. The ‘approved presets’ as you called them. My unit is nothing of the sort, so I saddled up with them.” He replied with ease, while fishing into one of his waist bags for his credit pouch.

“I see. Well, your total’s gonna be 635 credits.” You chirp, looking up at Echo’s face, only to watch it drop.

“Six thirty five?” He half whispered, somehow going a shade paler. He had about 350 credits left in his pouch after the sorely needed supply run. However, if he couldn't fix the speeder, it wouldn’t matter.

Sensing his trepidation, and also using the moment to steal a few glances at how his biceps push against his armor with his arms crossed, you got an idea.

“Tell you what. Give me what you got, and I’ll smooth over the rest if you take me to dinner” You said in a joking tone, testing the waters.

Echo’s ears tinged pink and his cheeks warmed up at the thought. He pretended not to notice the way you sized him up when you met a few moments ago, but something about your attention on him at that moment made his stomach trip over itself. That feeling piqued his curiosity, but his response was laced with trepidation.

“I honestly don’t even know where we’d go. I’ve never been planetside here, and I’m sure you don’t want to eat the ration bars let alone smell what’s on the ship”

You shrugged. “Beats the stale air here. Plus for as many parts as I carry, I’ve never actually been on a ship.” You felt rather sheepish at your white lie, your eyes scanning the floor.

“The Marauder it is. What time were you thinking?” Echo asked. You couldn’t see it, but his fingers were twitching against his thigh, and the back of his neck was bright red. He hadn’t been on a date since he was still with the 501st, and even then it was usually a random one-off with someone he met at 79’s. By then the alcohol would be long gone and he would realize he’d spent the previous night with someone with bantha-shit for brains.

“Honestly? I could help you with repairs and we could head out. Not like I’d be missing out on any money.” You reply coolly, trying your best to have a ‘we can do whatever’ attitude as you leaned your weight onto one hip and cocked your head.

Inside, you were having ironically the same conundrum as Echo. You hadn’t been on a date in Force knows how long, your work clothes weren’t exactly date material, and holy kriff how did that actually work? You said it on a whim, ready to laugh it off to him and sob into your pillow about it later. Your brain had finally caught up to what you were up to, who you were now going on a date with, what you were doing, how you got there, and how his kid little sister wrecking outside your store was the best thing that could’ve happened.

“Are you gonna help me put this bike back together or are you two gonna flirt all day?!” A shrill voice called from outside.

Right, Omega, kriff.

Both you and Echo flinch and sigh at the sound of her voice. The temperature in the room also seemed to rise a few degrees, even if only for the two of you. You sigh, grabbing the credits Echo left on the counter and lock up the register. You make your way around the counter, and join him as he makes his way towards the door.

Once again faced with his back, your eyes wander down to where his hips meet his metal lower half. Somehow, his blacks tuck neatly into them, or maybe they’re clipped somewhere, you don’t know. You stifle a small laugh at the thought.

As you make your way outside, the thought crosses your mind of Echo’s legs having built in shirt fasteners. Then, before you can stop yourself, you let out a giggle at the thought of Echo having garters for his blacks underneath the armor and over his robotic legs.

Echo turns around at the sound. His eyebrow is raised quizzically, but his eyes betray him. He looks a little sad, worried that you’re laughing at him or Omega or their situation.

Noticing his composure change, you are now forced to have your queries answered.

“How do your blacks stay on if you don’t have them on your lower half? I thought it was like a jumpsuit?”

Echo was bewildered at the question. He cocked his head, and then settled on a response.

“They just .. fit? Like the shirt sits where it’s, supposed to? And it doesn’t move.” He shrugged, never having put much thought into it. “What about that made you laugh?”

“I imagined you having little garters or fasteners on the legs underneath.” You quietly replied, looking at the ground, mildly embarrassed.

Now it was Echo’s turn to laugh. His nose crinkled and he squeezed his eyes shut, and you made a mental note of the sound that came out of the sweet man’s mouth.

“Very funny. Echo can you please put this brake back on?” Omega piped up, exasperated. She loved her brother dearly and was very amused to see him interacting with you in such a manner, however she didn’t anticipate this would require her soloing her speeder rebuild.

“Sorry kiddo, I got you.” Echo crouched down and rested his hands on his knees, surveying what work Omega had done in his leave. She had actually finished about ¾ of the work, and Echo made a mental note to thank Tech profusely for his tutelage when they got back to the ship.

While he made quick work of what was left of the speeder, Omega busied herself with getting to know you. She plopped herself on your front stoop, and materialized some Mantell Mix from inside her jacket pocket. She threw a handful in her mouth, but before proceeding to chew she primed you with one of soon to be dozens of questions.

“Why’d you set up shop here?”

You frowned slightly, as there was no fun answer to this question. The Siege drove everyone off of Mandalore, if they survived. This planet just happened to be in the same section of The Rim and was taking refugees. Setting up a shop was never in the cards on your home world, but despite your utter lack of knowledge of retail, you relished the opportunity to do something different. Start completely anew. Though a part of you balked at sharing your past, this young girl seemed wiser than she let on and you enjoyed actually talking to someone outside of the usual “How are you” “Good, thanks” “Your total’s 45 credits” “Have a good day”. So, against your better judgment, you indulged her.

“Well, Mandalore doesn’t really exist, at least in its full capacity,” You sucked in your teeth. “And I didn’t trust that old Coruscanti freighter to leave the star system. Plus, the owner of the place doesn't like people too much and would rather just collect a paycheck.” You shrugged.

Upon mention of Mandalore, a thunk came from the speeder. Not loud enough to draw your attention over, thank Force, but enough to be heard. It was Echo dropping a tool. While Kamino wasn’t as much of a home to him as he imagined you would regard Mandalore, it was a similar weighty feeling. If all else failed, there was nowhere for either of you to go. There was no home. Sure, The Marauder and your little studio apartment were where the two of you resided, but that’s not where you’re from. Plus, it’s kind of difficult to compare a ship and a box room barely bigger than the storefront to an entire planet.

“This isn’t your store?” Omega replied, sensing it easier to focus on the latter half of your statement. You shook your head.

“For all intents and purposes, it’s mine. I run the day to day, order the products, harass people to actually get it delivered, everyone knows it’s me who runs it. But I don’t own it, no.”

Omega nodded in understanding, and was immediately buried in thought. Her dark brows knitted together as her brain formulated questions faster than she could ask. She nodded once more, seeming to have landed on a fitting one. But before she could ask, Echo piped up.

“The brakes are fixed up. We should be able to head back to the ship” Echo began to get up, but before he turned around he shot a question that you were dreading. Well, more of a statement.

“I thought you said you’ve never been on a ship?”

You gawked at him and then trained your eyes to the ground, suddenly very interested in the species of weeds that had taken hold in the cracks of the ground. You didn’t have any good excuses, and you’d already been caught in one lie.

“Got you to say ‘yes’ to the date, didn’t it?” You muttered weakly, knowing that this could very well end in him cursing you out and leaving you to your lonely little shop.

Echo sighed. He didn’t like lying, but the reason for it warmed his cheeks. He realized you just wanted an ‘in’. To hang out with him, of all people. He wasn’t used to someone, anyone, making that kind of effort to spend time with him.

“It did, though I’d have probably said yes otherwise.” It was his turn to reply coolly and pretend that his heart’s not in his throat for even uttering the words. He coughs in a feeble attempt to clear it. “Either way, are you two ready?”

You nodded and looked at Omega, who responded by excitedly getting up and hopping on her speeder. Echo walked a few feet, and grabbed his own by the handlebars. Before you could ask who you were riding with, he re-parked the bike in front of where you were standing so you could easily step off of the curb and onto the back.

“When’d you get smooth?” You chide, grabbing Echo’s shoulder for leverage as you kicked your leg over the side. Your feet found purchase above the altitude controls, gripping the cargo compartment with your legs to maintain balance. You brought your hands down and let them rest in your lap as Echo kicked over the ignition.

“Since I found a reason to be smooth.”

by the recommendation of exactly two (2) people i’m making the echo one shot (x) a liiiiiiittle bit longer so i thought i’d put a lil snippet here :P

Brake Check: Chapter 2 snippet

gender neutral pronouns, no use of y/n, teen(??) rating

The sun had begun to slump lazily in the sky. Outcroppings of clouds blotted around it, allowing the rays to gleam down rather than the barrage of heat from early this morning. Hues of bronze and amber were slathered across the atmosphere, partly due to the dust in the air. Here past the city limits, one became acutely aware of the planet’s true climate. Roves of sand and limestone were all the eye would be met with for miles. Large, twisted succulents shot randomly out of the ground, their insides bitter and viscous with water from a long many cycles ago. The stubborn fauna was a mirror image of the people that inhabited this planet. Fierce and unyielding, hoarding what little resources are to be found, if only to assure survival for longer than tonight.

While the sun had dipped in severity, your emotions seemed to not get the memo. In fact, your heart was rattling your ribcage and wracking your nervous system. In a matter of hours you had your first customers in days, albeit shallow pocketed, and instead of doing the proper salesperson-like thing and talking Echo down to another product, you ran his pockets and asked him out.

And he said yes.

Well, not in those words. But it wasn’t a No. Or a Sure, why not. And that’s more than enough for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Echo was relying on the speeder handlebars to maintain his grip on reality.

Echo tried not to get his hopes up whenever he noticed wandering eyes on him in the past. He’d said it jokingly, but he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was just happy you weren’t looking at him in disgust.

Or worse, someone to pity.

You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his metal arm and scomp. You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his gait on the way to the counter. Hell, you didn’t even make mention of the piece wrapping around his skull. He didn’t even have to ask.

And now you were wrapped around his back, pushing your weight into him as he ripped across the wastes. Your arms were slinked around his core, hands folded and your pinky ghosting across the tip of his navel. While Echo’s own hands on the speeder was his current tether to reality, the warmth of your hands was equally coaxing him back out. Coaxing him backwards to rest his shoulder blades on your chest, coaxing him to let go of the handlebars, coaxing him to close his eyes, savor the moment. But he doesn’t. The same steadfast, battle-tested resolve that made him an ARC Trooper, all of that resolve, is being called upon at this moment.

Echo flicked the gear shift forward and pressed his foot down evenly, eyes honing in on the gray dot of the Marauder coming into view on the horizon.

hey what if i

that'd be so crazy right

ch 1 。・°°・

gender neutral pronouns, no use of y/n, clones know mando'a, crosshair doesn't turn, no beta we die like tech.

The sun had begun to slump lazily in the sky. Outcroppings of clouds blotted around it, allowing the rays to gleam down rather than the barrage of heat from early this morning. Hues of bronze and amber were slathered across the atmosphere, partly due to the dust in the air. Here past the city limits, one became acutely aware of the planet’s true climate. Roves of sand and limestone were all the eye would be met with for miles. Large, twisted succulents shot randomly out of the ground, their insides bitter and viscous with water from a long many cycles ago. The stubborn fauna was a mirror image of the people that inhabited this planet. Fierce and unyielding, hoarding what little resources are to be found, if only to assure survival for longer than tonight.

While the sun had dipped in severity, your emotions seemed to not get the memo. In fact, your heart was rattling your ribcage and wracking your nervous system. In a matter of hours you had your first customers in days, albeit shallow pocketed, and instead of doing the proper salesperson-like thing and talking Echo down to another product, you ran his pockets and asked him out.

And he said yes.

Well, not in those words. But it wasn’t a No. Or a Sure, why not. And that’s more than enough for you.

Unbeknownst to you, Echo was relying on the speeder handlebars in front of him to maintain his grip on reality.

Echo tried not to get his hopes up whenever he noticed wandering eyes on him in the past. He’d said it jokingly, but he wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was just happy you weren’t looking at him in disgust.

Or worse, someone to pity.

You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his metal arm and scomp. You hadn’t given him the sad eyes when you noticed his gait on the way to the counter. Hell, you didn’t even make mention of the piece wrapping around his skull. He didn’t even have to ask.

And now you were wrapped around his back, pushing your weight into him as he ripped across the wastes. Your arms were slinked around his core, hands folded and your pinky ghosting across the tip of his navel. While Echo’s own hands on the speeder was his current tether to reality, the warmth of your hands was equally coaxing him back out. Coaxing him backwards to rest his shoulder blades on your chest, coaxing him to let go of the handlebars, coaxing him to close his eyes, savor the moment. But he doesn’t. The same steadfast, battle-tested resolve that made him an ARC Trooper, all of that resolve, is being called upon at this moment.

Echo flicked the gear shift forward and pressed his foot down evenly, eyes honing in on the gray dot of the Marauder coming into view on the horizon. You gripped tighter with the increase in speed, and Echo’s cheeks got warm. Omega tailed closely behind.

Earlier, before the three of you had broken the city limits, Echo gave you the rundown of his ragtag family.

Tech. Wrecker. Hunter. Crosshair.

You mentally listed the members of the Batch, trying your absolute best to commit them to memory. It’ll be a lot easier once you actually see them, trust me. Echo’s words rang through your head, a metaphysical balm to your mild-yet-steadfastly brewing social anxieties.

A loud, metallic groan roused you from your thoughts. The ramp of the Marauder began to descend, and an overwhelmingly large figure appeared at the lip of the ramp.

“9-1 odds, that's Wrecker?” You call out loudly, desperate to be heard over the speeder engine. Before Echo could respond, a surly, thickly accented voice cut through the air.

“What stray did you bring in from the rain this time, eh Echo?!”

“You would be correct.” Echo glances over his shoulder at you, before turning back and calling out to his brother. “Adoption is Hunter’s speciality. Is your chip acting up again?” Wrecker answered with a barking laugh, walking off the ramp that is now level with the planet’s surface.

Echo brought the bike to a rolling stop, the engine softly tut-tut-ing before being kicked off. Omega came up beside the two of you, parking respectively. Echo stepped off the bike and stuck his hand out for you, while Wrecker came over and swooped Omega off the bike and onto his shoulders. You coyly took his hand. “Still keeping up this smooth charade?” You chide, throwing your leg over the bike and pulling yourself up with his assistance.

“Charade? Now that’s just rude.” Echo stuck his nose up, fake indignantly.

You grin, leaning into the bit. “Oh my, how may I make up for this transgression Milord?”

Wrecker and Omega watched on with shit eating grins. Neither of them were going to be the ones to break the moment, nor were they going to be the ones to tell either of you about the matching blush the two of you were wearing.

“I’m sure I’ll find a remedy in time, fret not serf.” Echo smiled as he stuck his elbow out for you to take.

“Serf? I’ll have you know my father was a knight!” It was your turn to act fake indignant, huffing and whipping your head away from Echo. Both of you erupted into laughter at the shared moment, closing in on the ramp.

Unbeknownst to you, Hunter was in the hallway, up the ramp and around the corner, a soft smile stitching its way onto his face. He, like Wrecker and Omega, was deeply enthused about his brother’s stroke of luck with you. Hunter had heard the two of you before you’d arrived, his acute senses hearing the rumblings a few klicks away.

Hunter decided to make his presence known, slipping out of the shadows and into the main doorway.

“What’s this about me adopting someone else?” Hunter says, eyes casually shifting about the group, seeming to do a mental headcount.

“Well I’m terrible with a blaster, but I can sell exhaust pipes something fierce!” You reply sarcastically, and you offer your name and a handshake. Instead, the clone claps your forearm and shakes it once. You follow the motion, entirely through muscle memory, clapping his forearm with similar force. A soft smile sits on your face at the gesture, it was something you hadn’t done in a few cycles at this point.

“Hunter, though I’m sure Echo’s filled you in already.” He offers a pleasant smile, now more curious about the stranger aboard his ship.

“He’s only given me names.” You shrug. “But, I’ve run into two of you now, and it’s a 50/50 on whether or not your moniker’s obscenely obvious. So I think I’ll be okay.” You finish the statement with a soft, mildly forced laugh, hoping to make it as obvious as possible that you’re joking.

I just made sure Echo can kinda stand my presence, I can’t have his brother be the hard sell now.

Hunter nods and closes his eyes with a soft chuckle. “You got nothing to worry about, kid. None of us bite.”

“Except maybe Crosshair.” Three separate voices say at the same time.

Laughter erupts from the hallway and cockpit. From the gunner’s nest, a hissing grimace. Hunter beckoned Wrecker and Omega into the cockpit, nodding to you and Echo as he went. The aforementioned biter slunk his way down the ladder and towards the cockpit, casting nary a glance to the new person aboard the Marauder. A toothpick flew from in front of him, twirling in the air nonchalantly before sticking upright in a crack between the durasteel paneling of the floor. Your eyes honed in on it.

“He won’t actually bite you, but good luck getting more than three words that aren’t snarky outta the vod.” Echo spoke quietly and clasped a hand between your shoulder blades, noting your gaze. “I wouldn’t let him.” He said even quieter, barely above a hum.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Once again, Echo’s simple words are a balm for mental wounds he did not cause, and completely unintentionally. You relax your shoulders, and pull them in a circle.

“So, Tech’s left, right?”

Echo nodded, and gestured with his scomp for you to lead the way. You obliged, and went up the stairs. Through a small hallway filled with a myriad of colors and buttons, you led the two of you into the cockpit.

A somewhat larger space opened up, with similar durasteel walls peppered with buttons and lights. However bulletproof panes of glass took up a majority of the wall space, looking out at the expanse of the wastes. It made the desert look even more swallowing, seeing it from a slight elevation. Nothing else for miles and miles had the view you did right now. Something about Desert Fever slung its way through your brain, some whispers you had barely overheard from stallworkers about afflicted moisture farmers on the outskirts.

“Also colloquially known as desert mania, desert fever is usually characterized with bouts of irrational behaviors and depressive episodes, as a result of the absolute nothing around you. Some hypothesize it to be an amalgamation of chronic understimulation.” A tall clone materialized next to you from the pilot’s chair.

“That was supposed to be internal, my bad. I take it you’re Tech?” You say sheepishly, rubbing a hand on your neck as you extend the other, introducing yourself.

“You are correct. Pleasure.” He replies, holding his hand up softly as to say None for me, thanks in response to your hand out. You quickly pulled it back to your side, eyes flicking to Echo behind you for mild reassurance.

Getting the message, he cleared his throat. “Where’s everyone finding themselves tonight?”

“Hunter’s busying himself inventorying the supplies brought in, Crosshair is brooding on top of the ship, and Wrecker and Omega are outside testing her ability to detonate multiple delayed explosions.” Tech replied curtly, understanding Echo’s meaning instantly. “I will retire to the bunks if you need me. I have my holopad and charger. Kandosii, vod’ika.”

Echo’s fingers twitched at his thigh again as color shot up from his collar. “Thank you Tech!” He said, very abruptly. He politely spun you around and began to push you towards the copilot’s seat.

A part of Echo prayed you weren’t paying attention to Tech all that much.

A bigger part of him knew you understood every word thrown about.

HALLO :D

i do apologize that i didn't have a snippet out like i wanted but, compromise, here's the whole damn thing. i also switched some stuff around in ch2 for continuity reasons :3

i got very very busy with prepping for an art faire (if anyone knows where to get cheap high quality prints let a mf know PLSSS) and i was muy busy. but we're back. and echo's a sweet dork.

mando'a translations!

ke'pare - wait/hold on

ge'tal - red

vor'e - thanks

udesii - chill out/its okay

gender neutral pronouns, no y/n usage, only main descriptor im sticking to about the reader is that you're ginger. cus i am. sorry nerds.

-immediately follows the events of the preceding chapter-

You were fighting back a smile. You had no idea that some of the clones knew Mando’a, let alone that the Mandolorian-adoptee turned clone-donor Jango Fett was taught during his short time on your home planet. You wondered if it was something the Kaminoans decided or if they all went about teaching themselves in Jango’s honor. The idea of a bunch of clone soldiers sitting around a Mando’a children’s dictionary makes the smile stitching onto your face that much harder to fight.

“I’m sorry about Tech. He can be, ah, a lot.” Echo grimaced while swiveling around the copilot’s seat, presenting it to you.

You obliged, and sat down. “Oh he’s fine. There’s plenty of topics I could infodump about, just as annoyingly. I just have a bad habit of my thoughts becoming verbal.” You shook your head, soft auburn tresses flicking about. The lights from the cockpit glinted around the natural highlights of your hair, and it didn’t escape Echo’s gaze.

The man cleared his throat. “Still, I appreciate you being so accommodating of my brothers. Nat-borns don’t seem to get it, you know?”

You furrowed your brow and cocked your head slightly to the left, looking him in the eyes. While he didn’t physically shudder, you could see the slight panic pulse in his iris when you met his gaze.

“Where do you think clones get their camaraderie and brotherhood from?”

Echo shrugged. “Kaminoans, I presume?”

You barked a laugh. “Well, yes. Ke’pare, what did they tell you guys about Mandalore?”

“Not much. Jango was around for the first few years, but I rarely saw him. He didn’t seem to hold much emotion for the regs. He seemed to like the higher ups, but I didn’t become an ARC Trooper until I was shipped off that wet rock.” Echo finally slumped into his chair opposing you. As he spoke, he slowly relaxed into his seat, his hinges quietly scraping together as he moved. Once again his amber eyes met yours, a new twinkle seeming to arrive.

“You know more than you let on, ge’tal.” Echo said, narrowing his gaze.

He seemed to be sizing you up. Trying to parse out his next line of questioning. Truthfully, you were better at it than him. While his observation skills have been battle-tested, the ease in which you peppered questions at him showed years of practice he was simply unable to acquire. Outside of the occasional conversation at 79’s or a senator he was required to escort, Echo’s entire social sphere only extends to his brothers. You made him nervous. In a very good way.

You blushed at the newly acquired nickname. “I prefer to call it ‘not showing my full hand’, but I’ll slide a few cards your way since you seem cute.”

The back of Echo’s neck started to bloom a soft red. He rubbed a palm on his knee, mindlessly self soothing. “Seem? What, the gray skin and hollow cheeks not working their magic?” He joked, gesturing to each feature respectively with a pointed index finger.

“You seem to deflect compliments because you can’t believe them, so I was starting small.” You extended your own index finger and poked at his shoulder, annunciating the seem.

The now-scarlet tint of Echo’s neck began to creep towards his face. Eyes darting towards the floor, he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He pressed his lips together for a moment. The only thing he got out was a weak “Vor’e.”

“Udesii. I came here, didn’t I?” Your face softened. Echo’s almost immediate vulnerability around you made your knees feel like jelly, and you were sending a silent prayer somewhere that you were both sitting down. “You’re not gonna scare me off, but you can’t immediately go cracking jokes just ‘cus I said you’re handsome.” You continued. Soft, yet firm. You weren’t allowing Echo to talk poorly of himself, even in jest.

Echo nodded, meeting your gaze once more. He looked off for a moment, seemingly in thought, before returning your gaze and asking softly: “How do you always know what to say?”

You let out one quick heh. “Since I found someone to give the words to.” You reply cheekily.

Echo smiled once more and dipped his head. “Walked into that one huh?”

You both smiled, and a comfortable silence began to envelope the two of you. Both of you were looking out on the horizon. The sky was a deep pink and purple haze, stippled with the indigo hues of the impending twilight. Echo was scanning the distance, as if anything alive would be out there, let alone a threat. You were content watching the 2 ½ clouds in the sky move millimeters at a time, but something told you to look at your companion. Gazing at him, your eyes slowly roved up his face. His jaw was set in a defined line, lightly gritted in concentration. His cheeks were hollow, but his cheekbones sat quite prominently, catching the light. This, juxtaposed with his deep set eyes, allowed the light to dance right at the forefront of his face. As if a candle was eye level with him, across the room.

“See anything cool?” You finally speak, hoping Echo didn’t catch you staring.

“Nah, perimeter check. I’m sure all I’ll see is bones and dirt but, old habits die hard.” He replied, not looking away. After a beat, he nodded, and seemingly relaxed the scrutinous gaze he had moments ago.

“Huh. So, what makes your squad different from the other clones, other than haircuts, tattoos, and builds?” You change the subject.

“Being experimental meant the Kaminoans could enhance certain characteristics. Wrecker’s strength, Tech’s smarts, Crosshair’s accuracy, and Hunter’s senses.” Echo spun his chair to face you and threw one leg over the other.

“Huh.” You think for a moment before replying. “So you think Hunter heard us approach?”

Echo nodded. “And I’m willing to bet he’s going to call me a serf for the next 3 rotations.”

You barked out a laugh before realizing his implication. A hand shot over your mouth and your eyes grew wide.

The man laughed. “Just be glad he’s not close enough to hear your heartbeat.”

“What CAN’T he hear?” You said, mildly exasperated. “How do you get any privacy?”

“He’s got noise canceling headphones but that’s mainly for his own sanity. Wrecker got them for him after his snoring kept him up for 3 days in a row.” You laughed at that, and Echo felt a twinge of pride before continuing. “He showed up in the cockpit one morning with his bandana over his nose and Omega had to ask him about his new fashion choices.”

You let out a series of giggles at that, holding your stomach slightly as you lean forward into it. If your eyes weren’t scrunched shut, you would’ve seen Echo’s face bloom in 4 different shades of pink. Every single part of him was committing this to memory. The way your eyes crinkled at the sides. The way your cheeks almost wanted to push your eyes out of their sockets. He never wanted this to end, the sounds of your joy echoing across the hold of the Marauder.

——————

Hours had passed, the sun well below the horizon by this hour. The sky was peppered with numerous constellations and star systems, the names of which always seeming to escape you. The deep blue sea of sky felt more vast than ever in your little perch aboard the Marauder.

You and Echo went back and forth, sharing tidbits from your respective lives up until this point. You learned about the Rishi Moon incident that gave Echo his ARC status, he learned about the Siege that gave way to your arrival here. He told you about the Domino Squad, you told him about your own clan’s untimely demise. Hours of stories shared back and forth, as if you were both once stationed on the same battlefield and then whisked away, only to be brought back together once more after all these years. But there was no mutual history to draw upon this familiarity from. The two of you just fell into a steady rhythm. One that you’d individually practiced and honed for years, like a song that was never intended for a duet, only for the two to sound identical.

“...And that’s where I learned Keldabe Handshakes are applicable as a neutralizing tactic across species.” You finished, explaining the first and only time a Shriek-Hawk has successfully taken you off guard.

“Charming.” A voice hissed, and then a pair of boots dropped to the ground with a soft thunk. “Echo, shouldn't you be putting your toys away? It’s late.” Crosshair slunked into the cockpit, seemingly from the shadows. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “I must be a pretty expensive toy to trade for speeder brakes.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised you’ve never been with someone and lost track of time, Cross. That does tend to require social skills and, y’know, liking people?” Echo crossed his arms and stared his brother down.

“Well unless they’re taking your bunk, you should tell Tech someone’s joining him in the cockpit tonight. It’s too late to take them back now.” Crosshair seemed to spit the last part of the sentence, annoyed that someone else is in his space and bothering his brothers. While you understood hesitancy, you felt as if he reveled in his current position rather than proceeding with caution.

Echo turned to you and looked into your eyes softly. “It’s up to you.”

“I’m already cramping an already small ship. I can kick it up here with Tech for the night.” You said, smiling. While you very badly wanted to just crawl into Echo’s bunk with him, you weren’t doing that the first day. Plus, you don’t know how Echo feels about his personal space, or his sleeping positions, or if he prefers one side of the b—

“How touching.” Crosshair cut off your thoughts with the remark. He spun on his heel, and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared. Echo sneered at the doorway.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind sleeping up here. Like I said, Tech can be a lot sometimes.” Echo looked back at you, eyes full of worry.

“Tell you what, I’ll come get you if he’s being too much and we can switch, okay?” You compromise, getting the understanding that Echo’s going to worry either way.

“Deal.” Echo said firmly with a nod, and stands up. “For as much of a dick as he is, Crosshair’s right, it is rather late.” You nod and shrug slightly in agreement.

Echo turns to you and leans down. “Try and get some rest.” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning on his heel and borderline speeding out of the room.

When the door shuts automatically, you ghost your hand along your cheek, and an uncontrollable smile breaks across your face.

I think he likes me.

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Echo Relationship Headcanons

notes: can you tell i love echo? i love echo. there's a poll at the bottom of the post where you can vote which character i'll do this for next. link to the original ask meme. want to see more works from me? i have my commission info on my blog now! do you love these clones? join my clone discord! I would appreciate some reblogs and comments, it motivates me to keep writing.

contains: echo x gn!reader, fluff, can be romantic or queerplatonic if you want, kissing, cuddles etc.

warnings: none

❤️ — How does he react to being told "I love you"?

Echo is definitely shocked, even if it happens after you got together or after it's very abundantly clear than you like him. He never thought anyone but his brothers would ever say that to him. He's so used to being just a number to the nat-borns; so used to being treated like property or like a droid. He doesn't know how to react at first. Echo.exe is not responding.

He eventually closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours, gently taking your hand into his and whispering a barely audible "I love you too". His voice even cracks a little. If you insist you love him more, he lets out a chuckle and you can see a happy smile on his face that he doesn't show to just anyone. Remember Ben Solo's expression after Rey kissed him? That kind of smile. Echo then pulls you into a tight hug, wrapping both his arms around your shoulders and resting his head on top of yours; thinking how lucky he is to be loved by someone like you.

🧡 — Is there anything he's most excited about when it comes to spending his future with you? What is it?

Echo chose to keep fighting against the Empire and for the freedom of the clones. Whether you choose to join him or not; doing that comes with travelling the galaxy and going to all sorts of different planets. Echo wants to spend his downtime between missions exploring them with you; making memories and finding beautiful places he'll never forget. Even if you don't join him in the Clone Rebellion, he makes notes of all the places he eventually wants to take you to and make some happy memories with you that will get him through any fight that's yet to come.

💛 — What's his go-to way of brightening up your day?

This depends on if you're genuinely upset about something / feel bad or if he just wants to make you a little happier than you already are.

If it's the first one, Echo has learned to cook for himself after leaving the batch, so he might make you a nice warm soup and hold you in his embrace for however long you need it. He'll also take a relaxing bath with you if that's something you're up for, holding you in his arms. If you accidentally fall asleep on him, he either doesn't dare to move or attempts to put you to bed without you waking up. Regardless, if you're having a bad day, Echo will provide everything you need to feel better. He insists you don't have to worry about anything, he'll take care of it just as you have taken care of him so many times.

If he just wants to make you happy, he has a tendency to take you on a nice evening walk. It has become a tradition at this point, especially when he's returned from a mission you weren't on with him. The two of you would talk about anything and Echo would eventually watch the sunset with you, enjoying the fresh evening breeze and telling you that he loves you.

💚 — Does he get jealous sometimes? How does it show?

It's less jealousy and more insecurity really. He trusts you enough that he knows if you tell him you love him, you mean it. But before he knows how you feel about him? He's not sure whether you would want someone like him. A clone who's, percentage-wise, more machine than man, as Tech put it. Echo is simultaneously a pretty confident person but also has an incredibly skewered relationship with his appearance after Skako Minor (because we have to remember in S1E1 it's only been like 6 months since he was rescued, that's incredibly recent). So most of the time he's fine but if he sees you getting closer to someone else and he's alone with his thoughts, he spirals a bit. He'd never act on these feelings but you can still tell. That mood blows over pretty easily though if you reassure him that he has nothing to worry about. Echo loves you because you're kind and honest. He has no reason not to believe you.

🩵 — What can you do to help him unwind after a long day?

Honestly just cuddling with him is enough. Sometimes when Echo had a particularly taxing mission, you just laying down on his chest and him getting to hold you already makes him feel more at peace. You can practically feel his breathing becoming calmer and his muscles relaxing. If you want to do more, Echo also loves a nice back massage. He has muscle tension. Really all of Clone Force 99 does (except Tech who does actual exercise to avoid that).

💙 — How long does it take for him to trust you? How do you notice that he does?

Echo's trust is earned but that depends entirely on your actions. If you show him that you have his back no matter what, he can trust you within a week. Echo is pretty good at assessing whether he can trust someone once he spends some time with them. So in a way he trusts easily but not without reason.

You can tell Echo trusts you because he is fine with you taking responsibility for vital parts of a mission and actively wants to hear about your thoughts when it comes to the plans you discuss. You could have significantly less battle experience and skill than him; if you're part of Echo's team, you're part of Echo's team. That means you get equal say on every matter, at least if he has anything to say about it.

💜 — What's an experience he daydreams about and eventually want to have with you?

Honestly Echo just wants to see a day where all his brothers can lay down their weapons and spend their remaining days healing and finding peace. And he wants you to be by his side when that happens; to be able to celebrate that moment with you and everyone else.

Also: slow-dancing with you. He's seen people do that but he's never actually tried anything like it. He's a clone, if he's ever been invited to any festivities it was to guard them. He's not sure if he'd actually like it, but he does daydream about dancing under a bunch of pretty lights with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his forehead against yours while you sway to the sound of the music, quietly talking about whatever comes to mind.

🩷 — How does he tend to show physical affection?

Echo is a hugger, full-stop. Also, leaning his forehead against yours. That's a big one for him.

🤍 — How does he confess that he loves you?

If Echo realizes his feelings about you have changed and he wants something committed with you, he takes some time to really come to terms with his feelings and understand where he wants to go with you from here on out, simply enjoying getting closer to you. Echo's a little nervous about the possibility of being rejected but he doesn't fear it. He knows if there was something to fear, he wouldn't have gotten this attached to you in the first place. If Echo loves you, you're someone who would let him down gently and be kind and respectful to him no matter what.

When it actually comes down to explaining how he feels about you, Echo waits until you two are alone and have some time, preferably during an evening walk. He tells you he needs to talk to you about something and then lets you know how much you mean to him and that he loves you. He's calm, stumbles over his words once or twice but overall it really feels like a conversation you have with someone you deeply trust. If you want a considerate confession by someone who knows what he's doing and gets straight to the point while also making it really, really sweet — Echo's your guy.

🩶 — How does he comfort you when you're sad?

I already kinda answered this with the third question but basically the same way you would pamper a sick loved one. Soup, hot bath, wrapping you in a blanket and letting you rest while he takes care of whatever you don't currently feel up for doing. He's the mum friend of the group for a reason.

🖤 — What's his biggest flaw in a relationship?

Honestly Echo works great with someone who communicates as well as he does and can always come back around to having an open and honest conversation about anything but he's completely lost if his partner has an emotional outburst or is upset / anxious about something and doesn't dare tell him what it is. If you cannot open up to him when he can clearly tell something is wrong, there's a good chance he will accidentally make it worse.

💝 — How do his friends / family notice he loves you?

His brothers notice by seeing how talkative he gets around you. Echo is usually a man of few words. He says what he feels needs to be said. So when the rest of the batch see him have like, 30+ minute conversations with you about the planet you're on or his memories with the 501st etc. they know he's attached. They will tease him about it.

💘 — What makes his heart beat faster?

Compliments and Words of Affirmation. Just genuinely making him see how much you value him with your words. Making him feel unique and special to you. You could make it cheesy as hell, he'd adore it.

💖 — What does he think is most beautiful about you?

Echo loves your smile. Especially when he sees you interact with the clones you help and spread some hope and kindness. He'll smile at you from the side and Rex gently nudges him with a slightly teasing smirk on his face.

💗 — How much does he express his love for you verbally? What does he say?

Echo says everything that needs to be said for you to feel loved and content with his affection but it isn't excessive. He assures you that he loves you multiple times throughout the day and everything else is placed where it fits. Echo doesn't go out of his way to compliment you and pour his heart out to you just because but he always finds the right words when you need him to.

He'll tell you you're beautiful if you feel insecure about your appearance or you bought some new clothes you really like. He'll tell you that you did your best and that he's proud of you when you're unsure whether what you did during a mission was enough. He'll tell you about how much he missed you when you were apart. What verbal affections you get from him depends on the situation, really.

💓 — How does he deal with being away from you for a while? What does he do when he misses you?

Echo misses you, of course. He's confident that what you have can stand the distance, but he still misses you. Not in a way that makes him sad, but his thoughts keep coming back to imagining reuniting with you and he keeps finding things everywhere that remind him of you. He'll bring you a gift or souvenir for sure.

I also said this on my Love Languages post but if the mission allows it, Echo will sometimes keep his communication device turned on at night when you go to sleep and stay in the call so that you both can feel closer to each other.

💞 — What are his hugs and cuddles like?

Echo has mastered any form of hugging. He can hug you from behind, he can hold you while laying down, he can have you lay on top of him... it always feels like being home and like the safest place in the galaxy is Echo's embrace. Echo is almost always the big spoon when cuddling with you. Except when he's doing really bad. After a full-blown, very vivid PTSD nightmare you're gonna be the one holding him.

💕 — Does he have a nickname / pet name for you? What does he like to be called?

Echo calls you by your name. He was born in a lab surrounded by clones who all got addressed by their CT-number until they were eventually given a name. Names have more meaning to him than to the average person because they're not something he sees as self-evident. Many people still see him as a number. He likes your name, he's using it.

He absolutely adores when you call him a pet name though. His favorite is cyare. He eventually gets used to it but it gets him so flustered the first few times you use it.

❣️ — What traits does he love most in a partner?

Kindness, honesty and compassion are basically a prerequisite for being with Echo. He doesn't compromise on those; Echo wouldn't start any committed relationship with someone who's not genuinely good at heart and cares about the people around them. You don't need to be the nicest person in the galaxy, he isn't either. He can get frustrated and a little grumpy at times but at the end of the day Echo has a heart of gold. He wants someone who'll treat him and other people with kindness and respect and who's able to openly and honestly talk to him.

Some other traits I could see Echo really being into are emotional intelligence, a strong sense of justice, a strong moral compass, introspection and a good general awareness and understanding of what is going on in the world around you. If he can tell you clearly spend time thinking about the state of the galaxy and the feelings of the people around you, that's something he takes note of. I could also see him matching very well with someone who has a calm and rational approach to solving problems.

I feel like Echo also really appreciates some passion, dedication and idealism; someone who looks up at the stars and whose eyes light up when talking about their dreams, with an unwavering resilience and faith that they can make them happen. For what Echo is doing; fighting for his brothers against all odds, he can really use some of that hope and he will give you some of his in return.

❤️‍🩹 — How can you cheer him up when he's not feeling well?

Hold him and read him the reg manuals. I'm serious. You know how people can find comfort in holding a stuffed animal they had since childhood even when they've long outgrown them? That's what reading the reg manuals is like to Echo. He definitely felt like you were gonna judge him for that one and he isn't mad if you do. He gets it. But it does come with a certain nostalgia that brings him comfort... even if they're objectively full of propaganda bullshit like "good soldiers follow orders". Maybe skip that part and focus on the chapters that explain the equipment and how to make a mission protocol instead. It reminds him of the nights he used to spend with Domino Squad in the barracks, reading silently and listening in on the conversations of his brothers. He misses them dearly. Revisiting something that he associates with the time spent with them helps.

💔 — What would break his heart?

I think Echo moves on from breakups fairly well. If you separate on good terms, he finds peace in the idea that you will be happier eventually and if you separate on bad terms, he knows that despite how much it hurts, neither of you would have been happy in that relationship in the long run and that it wasn't what it used to be in the beginning.

No, what would really break Echo's heart is you dying or turning on everything he stands for. Joining the Empire, killing innocents, embracing the dark side etc. That would scar him for a long, long time.

💋 — What kind of kisses does he like to receive?

Echo is a sucker for forehead kisses. He loves when you gently press your lips to his forehead or temple. He'll feel very loved and appreciated when you do that. Also I went into detail about this in this post a little more but I think he loves soft kisses to his shoulders.

❤️‍🔥 — Is he clingy? How does he act when he is?

Echo loves physical affection but he isn't a particularly clingy person. He could live without it if need be. If Echo actually clings, he's either sleep-deprived or having a mental breakdown. Sleep-deprived Echo will nuzzle your neck, mumble something incomprehensible and hug you tightly. He's not getting up anytime soon and you're not either.

Echo during a mental health emergency clings to you like you're the only thing that's holding him in this reality and if he lets go he's magically teleported back to Skako Minor. Please hold him close and assure him you'll stay by his side however long he needs you to, it'll help.

😘 — How does he kiss?

Echo's kisses are so sweet. He's so gentle with you. I think he prefers the quick pecks to your skin over drawn-out and deep kisses. It's like telling you he loves you but without having to speak.

🤕 — How does he act when you're injured?

Echo supports you however he can but he doesn't baby you. He asks you what you need and does what you ask of him; whether that's bringing you stuff, tending to your wounds, helping you get up etc. He doesn't push his help on you, if you don't want it, then that's that. Unless you're genuinely overexerting yourself, then he makes you sit down and tries to get you to listen to reason. He will however keep you company until you feel better, so long as you don't express a desire to be alone.

😳 — How can you make him flustered?

Unexpected flattery. One time you sat down around a table on Pabu with the rest of the batch and Lyana told Omega about a story she read. Omega asked her what exactly a hero is. Lyana explained that it's a person of distinguished courage or ability, admired for their brave deeds and giving their all to fight for what's right. And you added "yeah, like Echo!" so loud that the whole table heard it and the poor guy almost choked on his drink. The rest of the batch were having the time of their lives.

🗣️ — What compliment would mean a lot to him? How would he react?

I think this goes for any of the clones but anything that makes him feel special to you. He was made to die as a face in a crowd; forgotten by the rest of the world. To the Kaminoans and large parts of the Republic, the clones were sacrifices for war; nothing but numbers and copies of one another. But to you he's so much more. Irreplaceable. Unique. And he has to admit he didn't know how much he craved feeling like that until you made it happen.

Also compliment his appearance. I like to think Echo already knows he's handsome and gets hit on pretty much as soon as he sets a foot into 79s but I think after everything that happened to him on Skako Minor, his mind switches back and forth between feeling insecure about his appearance and feeling confident. To hear you call him beautiful really tips the scale towards him being at peace with it. The words leave your lips and you can already see a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Also I think complimenting his bravery and the dedication he has to helping others means a lot to him as well. He went from rigidly following orders to making big decisions for himself and the fate of the Clone Rebellion and sometimes he feels a little lost; like he's falling without a safety net. The path he chose is so different from the rest of the batch, it means a lot to him that you think he's made the right call.

💤 — How do you sleep together (like, actual sleep)?

Echo tends to have his arms wrapped around you and holds you with your face buried in his neck. He rests his chin on top of your head and gently runs his fingertips up and down your back until you've fallen asleep. Sometimes you will rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, the sound comforting you and making you feel safe.

Echo feels a little bad about all the times he accidentally woke you up by jolting awake from a nightmare he had. He even made it very clear that he wouldn't be mad if you wanted to sleep in a different room than him; he understands wanting to have a peaceful sleep. But you want to be there for him; hold him tightly until his breathing calms down after the nightmare. You'd softly whisper to him that you're with him and he's safe and that you won't let anything hurt him. There's a good chance Echo can handle himself better than you could protect him, but he still appreciates the sentiment. He knows you mean it.

😈 — Does he tease you sometimes? If so, how?

Echo isn't much of a tease. He got nicknamed killjoy by Cid for a reason. But if he's cuddling you and feels a little playful, he might press some soft kisses to parts of your skin where you are ticklish. He likes to hear you laugh. He'll let out a chuckle when you gently swat him away, going back to resting his head on yours.

Also he has definitely put his cold metal scomp onto your exposed waist before to get you to shriek.

💥 — How does he react when someone else upsets you or is mean to you?

Well, Echo will definitely comfort you until you're no longer upset. How he acts towards the person who hurt your feelings depends on how much you want him to step in. Could be anything from a fist fight like in Episode 1 on Kamino to just keeping his distance and letting you handle the conflict yourself. Echo is always ready to fight for you but only if you're okay with that. He doesn't intrude where his input isn't wanted.

👀 — Does he stare at you sometimes when you're not looking? Why?

Echo is a very observant person. If he's taken an interest in you, he sometimes looks at you from across the room as you do your own thing, seeing how you will react to things and what little habits you display. Seeing you being kind to others is always something that makes him smile. His eyes definitely lingered on you for a little longer quite a few times when you helped others, being lost in thought about your kindness. Rex had to tap his shoulder so Echo even noticed he was being spoken to.

🌺 — Would he like to receive flowers? What flowers would be best for him?

Echo would love flowers, please give him flowers. He has no idea how to react but it makes him feel so special.

I'm not too familiar with flowers in the Star Wars universe, but if we're talking Earth flowers: Burgundy Roses. They symbolize love, longing, passion and unconscious beauty. You'd basically be telling him he doesn't even know how beautiful he is.

😰 — What's a fear he has when he gets attached to you?

Losing you. It's something that makes him wonder whether getting this close to you is even a good idea at first, until he thinks about it a little more and realizes you'd both have a lot more regret if you never got to be happy together. But losing you or seeing you lose him is something that happens in his nightmares sometimes. He tries to push that fear out of his mind as best as he can.

🌷 — How does he enjoy spending time with you? What activities do you do regularly?

As I said, probably sightseeing on the planets you visit to help other clones; getting souvenirs and gifts for the rest of the batch. You repeatedly have to tell Echo to stop inspecting the local food like it's a projectile or something before putting it in his mouth because people are staring already.

He also likes to take some nice walks through nature with you. On rainy evenings you snuggle up to Echo in a spaceship seat that's big enough for both of you and the two of you pick something to read together. If you have the time, Echo also likes to cook with you rather than buying food. At least if he prepares it himself, he can trust it.

🎁 — What kind of gifts would he give?

Well with Echo it's either something really thoughtful or a deadly weapon. Depends on the day really. For big occasions like an anniversary it's both sometimes. You unwrap a present that's just like,,, a beautiful necklace with a symbol that means something to you in a color that Echo said reminds him of your eyes and then he's like "open the second one" and it's just this massive badly wrapped "surprise" that's clearly a missile launcher. He loves you and he wants you to be able to protect yourself. Still, the duality is jarring.

😂 — Does he joke around with you? What do you laugh about?

It's Echo. He makes a joke like once a month and it's something like "Is there an echo in here?" "I'm Echo" when you least expect it. It cracks you up every time. He does chuckle and laugh about shenanigans you participate in though.

✨ — What's a quirk of his that takes some getting used to?

Sometimes when you compliment him or say anything to him that he doesn't know how to respond to he still just kind of... repeats it. It takes some getting used to but you've always found it endearing. It's just one of the many things that make Echo himself. And you love everything about him.

😒 — Does he hold grudges? How easily does he forgive after a fight?

Echo can hold grudges for a lifetime if there is no closure but if you talk things out with him he almost always lets it be water under the bridge. Unless you did something he considers deeply morally wrong, Echo forgives easily but not without a genuine apology and an attempt to do better. He's pretty reasonable about it.

🗯️ — How open is he with you? How good is he at communicating?

Echo is good at communicating as long as you're willing to do that. If he's so close to you that he considers a committed relationship with you, he sees no reason not to be open with you. Echo's the type of person you can talk to about anything. He's compassionate and sweet; there's no need to fear being ridiculed or judged by him for your feelings. If there's anyone you can 100% trust with your heart it's Echo. He's not always the most talkative person, but he has a lot of emotional intelligence and he navigates calm and honest conversations effortlessly, especially if you take the time to sit down with him in a safe space and focus on working through whatever is troubling you.

🤐 — What's something he struggles to talk to you about?

Echo struggles to talk about his feelings, his PTSD and his time on Skako Minor; but this is just something he struggles to talk about with anyone. It's not specific to you. However, once you've witnessed his strong exterior crack and are there for him to talk about his feelings with him, he trusts you enough to open up to you about it. It gets easier to talk about it with you as time goes on and your bond grows.

🎶 — What song describes a relationship with him?

The song I picked for a relationship with Echo is "We're not gonna fall" by Daughtry (just my favorite band ever). The lyrics for me represent the bond of two people who fight by each other's side, for one another and for a brighter future; which is fitting for Echo's journey as well as his commitment he would have to a partner.

❝ just when these four walls try to cave in and the ground underneath starts shaking it's the hope in your eyes that I cling to and I hope to god it never leaves you. after all this time we're not gonna fall now. [...] even if they come for us; everything can turn to dust, you and I are never going down. ❞

🧠 — How often does he think about you?

Echo has a busy life and he's always rushing from one task to the next. He thinks about you when something reminds him of you, which happens pretty frequently. Even on missions where you're not with him he sometimes assesses the situation and imagines what you would say or do if you were beside him right now. When he's alone, thoughts of his time on Skako Minor tend to come up, so he tries to distract himself by thinking about you. He always falls asleep thinking about you.

🛡️ — How protective is he of you?

This is Echo we're talking about. The guy who knew Omega for a day and a half and went "Harm her and you're a dead man". He's very protective. He would defend you with his life and he wouldn't hesitate to fight for you when you need it.

🗡️ — How does he feel about you fighting beside him / for him?

Echo may be very protective, but he's not the kind of protective that would cause him to try and keep you out of a fight. If you want to come along and join his cause, that's your decision and he will respect that. Besides, when you're apart you just worry about each other's safety. It's a dangerous galaxy with the empire on the rise and at least if you fight together, you can protect each other and have each other's back.

⭐ — How would he try to impress you?

Well, sometimes he's just going to show off that ARC Trooper training. He's cool as hell and he knows it. He tries to impress you by standing up for what he believes in and putting up a good fight on missions.

Additionally, Echo's not very used to wearing something that isn't armor or some type of practical gear provided to him by the Kaminoans but once he takes a liking to you he keeps looking at clothes he sees and briefly thinking "Okay would they like this?" He doesn't really know what he's doing but he decides to try something new once in a while and it always ends up looking very good on him. Nothing extravagant or excessive, but you're the catalyst for Echo finally getting into casual clothes. He gives you a brief and friendly "Thank you" when you compliment him on his look but he's secretly feeling a little giddy inside.

Hola, how are you!?:) I think your an amazing writer, especially love how you portray the characters personality perfectly *french kiss* if I may request a bad batch x reader plus Rex and Fives, how they would react to a fem reader(gf) having an old ex that's obsessed with them still and will randomly arrive to planets they are on, and one day the Readers ex takes it to far and arrives at the maurader and acts like he "owns the reader" I totally understand if your not comfortable with this, but either way I'm happy if you write it or not have a good day:)

Aloha! Thank you so mu... wait, what?

*french kiss*

Excuse me? I really like my personal space...

😜 Just joking around, I know you probably meant 'chef's kiss', right? That GIF also kinda, really fits the topic in a way...

You've got an interesting idea right there. As it happens, I have had personal experience with such an ex, twice. To think about it still creeps me out a bit. *shudders* Honestly, I can't wait to explore the guys' reactions, though! 😁

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - The Obsessive Ex (The Creep)

Warnings: Angsty/Unwanted Pining/Unwanted Attention/Stalking/Obsessive Behavior/Tension/Might Also Include Some Violence, Threats Of Violence, Some Very Angry Clones And Strong Language

This took much more time than I expected...

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The Creep

It's not so easy to follow you, again, and again you escape from him. He is still watching you from a distance. He doesn't know the people you travel with, but he has seen how familiar you are with one of them. He doesn't like it, because he feels that you belong to him and only to him. The jealousy, tingles sharply under his skin, from his feet to the crown of his head. He has aggressive spurts where he destroys things, little things at first, small objects, especially when he sees this guy put an arm around you. You broke up with him, told him he was a control freak, patronizing and jealous.

He's a scumbag and coward to boot, but that's not how he sees himself. He is the man you should look up to, he is sure of it. Only he can make you happy and should be obeyed.

Hunter

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Mesh'la, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to look inconspicuously if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

Hunter shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

Hunter frowns and asks you, "Is there any reason you know of that he should follow us?"

With a sigh, you explain, "He doesn't know anything about boundaries. He's an overstepping control freak, always has been. Besides, he didn't take it very well when I broke up with him, I practically had to run away from him."

You can see Hunter gritting his teeth. Nothing you just said pleases him.

"Maybe I should talk to him, make it clear to him exactly where the boundaries are."

You shrug your shoulders a little helplessly and say honestly, "I have no idea if that would help. Are you sure he followed us?"

"Yes, and he's not exactly stealthy."

You ask Hunter to ignore him for now and return to the ship. He gives in and walks with you back to the Marauder, but he knows for a fact that your ex is still following you, and slowly but surely, things start to simmer under Hunter's surface.

Just before you reach the Marauder, Hunter snaps. He wheels around, takes a step back and reaches behind one of the stands, pulling your ex out from behind it by the collar.

"What the hell do you want with my girlfriend?"

Very meekly and barely audibly, your ex says while staring wide-eyed at Hunter, "Actually, she's my girlfriend."

"She's what now?" growls Hunter.

"Look-"

Hunter interrupts your ex, "You listen very carefully now. You're the ex, I'm the new guy, she doesn't want you anymore, deal with it! If I catch you stalking her or anyone in her inner circle again, I will take you apart piece by piece."

When your ex just blinks dumbly at Hunter, Hunter snaps angrily, "You got that?!"

Very meekly, your ex says, nodding vigorously, "Yes, yes of course."

Surprised and somehow swooned by Hunter's protective and energetic effort, you look at Hunter as he comes back to you. The expression on his face is still hard with anger, but he gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek before grabbing your hand and walking on with you.

Hunter is not a violent person, at least never without good reason. However, when it comes to protecting you, Hunter is particularly fiery and there might be some violence. Basically, you can be sure that in him, you will always have a very vigilant, eager protector.

Echo

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Mesh'la, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to look inconspicuously if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

"Your ex?" repeats Echo critically, glancing in his direction again, "Why would he follow you?"

"In a nutshell, he doesn't know boundaries, can't take no for an answer, and didn't take it very well when I broke up with him. However, I have no idea what he hopes to gain from this stalking."

"Somehow I feel the need to kick his butt," Echo says so calmly and dryly that you have to grin.

"What, why are you grinning like that?"

You kiss his cheek and say, "I like your dry sense of humor."

"That's nice, Mesh'la, but I wasn't kidding, I don't like the guy, he's a creep".

You shrug your shoulders and say, "You can try, but I don't think he'll necessarily learn anything from it"

Echo nods and says, "Guys like that are basically resistant to learning, but I have to do something, I can't let that guy keep stalking you."

Echo kisses your cheek and says, "Stay right here Mesh'la, okay."

"Uh… okay"

You watch him go as Echo seems to walk away, but he does a sweep out of your ex's field of vision and finally approaches him from the side.

"Hey."

Your ex almost jumps out of his boots, startled. His gaze bounces back and forth between you and Echo, but finally fixes on Echo, who could possibly be a threat.

Echo smiles firecly and says in a playfully friendly manner, "Would be great if you would stop stalking my girlfriend, otherwise I'm going to have to hurt you, very much."

Echo's hand lands heavily on your ex's shoulder. Lifting his scomp link, he says, "You should see the nasty things I can do with that thing."

"No, thanks," your ex says nervously.

"No? You really don't want to? Then I suggest you get the hell out of here and never show your face in my range again, let alone hers"

You watch your ex back off and Echo come back to you.

"You got through to him?" you ask, surprised.

"Well, sure I did," Echo says with satisfaction.

"Did you use your scomp link threat again, like you did with that poor guys who tried to buy me a drink in Cid's bar?"

Echo shrugs, takes your hand and says, "Why not, works almost every time."

Echo will always protect you and always keep an eye on what's happening around you. As demure and patient as he is most of the time, when it comes to your safety he will not compromise.

Wrecker

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Mesh'la, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to look inconspicuously if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

Wrecker frowns critically and asks, "Is he dangerous or something? Do I have to worry about your safety?"

You feel uncomfortable just talking about it, but Wrecker should know.

"He's one of those guys with a big mouth but nothing behind it. He's a mental leech, and a creep, but he hasn't been violent to me."

Wrecker growls, "But stalking is usually the start of something that can end pretty ugly. I should put a stop to it"

"Should be pretty easy, probably all you have to do is look at him hard enough, and he'll pee himself, on someone of your appearance" you say, unable to help a small smile at the thought.

"Okay, Mesh'la, leave it to me."

Wrecker marches straight towards your ex, who then becomes visibly restless, you already suspect that he will run away. Wrecker also seems to suspect this, because he rumbles, "Don't you dare run away, if I have to run after you, it will end badly for you".

Of course, he runs away anyway, but ends up in a dead end and finally faces an angry giant.

"You little worm. You're the kind who likes to harass and annoy women but otherwise can't get anything done, right?"

Your ex is frantically looking for a way out, but Wrecker is getting closer and there is no way out in sight.

"I'm only going to say this once, stay away from her".

"From whom?" your ex asks as if he doesn't know who is meant.

"You know very well, stop playing dumb! I take no prisoners when it comes to my girlfriend. If I see you near her again, I'll break you apart."

Demonstratively, Wrecker rams his fist against a house wall, right next to his head, where it leaves a hole.

"Next time, that's your head, got it?"

"Understood," says your ex, hoarse with fear, squeezing his legs together for fear of pissing himself.

Wrecker is a great softy, loving, kind and forgiving, however, he can pull quite different strings when it comes to your protection. When it comes to your safety and well-being, Wrecker will not compromise, he is like a force of nature and is not afraid to get his hands dirty.

Tech

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Mesh'la, there's this person who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to look inconspicuously if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

"Ex-boyfriend?" Tech repeats thoughtfully with a critical look in your pursuer's direction, "What's his problem? Why is he stalking you?"

With a sigh, you explain, "He didn't take it very well when I broke up with him. He's a control freak who knows no bounds, pushy, creepy…. well, all those unpleasant things."

Tech looks surprised.

"You never told me about that"

"I never thought it would be necessary."

Tech thinks for a moment and finally says seriously, "I don't like him stalking you, it's very suspicious, unhealthy behavior and could turn into something dangerous, it seems like an obsession to me."

You nod slowly and utter a guess, "Probably it is indeed an obsession."

"Do you mind if I look into this?"

"No, of course not, but be careful, he may be a coward, but he is also a loudmouth and cowardly loudmouths tend to resort to unfair means"

Tech smiles at you, "Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

You watch as Tech approaches your ex, who eyes him critically and unwillingly.

Tech opens the conversation, "Excuse me, but I noticed that you are stalking my girlfriend and I feel compelled to point out that you should leave her alone".

Tech is not a scary guy, even if he is quite tall, and his calm way of talking is not intimidating. So your ex is not really impressed at first. He crosses his arms in front of his chest and asks challengingly, "Says who?"

"Says me, the new guy. See, you're an old story from yesterday that no one wants to hear anymore, but seems to keep imposing itself without being asked. I am the current model and my job, apart from making this woman happy, is to dispose of the old garbage if it doesn't dispose of itself."

Your ex blinks, tries to follow the words, and finally runs red with anger when he realizes that he has just been insulted. He makes the mistake of attacking in a blind rage, but Tech already has a stun gun ready, shocking your ex before he can even touch Tech.

"I was hoping we could avoid this nonsense. But have it your way," Tech says, sending another shock into the body of the man on the ground.

He wriggles and convulses and the electric shock.

"That hurts a lot, doesn't it? Well, that's a very simple but effective approach. However, I am extremely intelligent, I have an extraordinary mind, and a lot of ideas on how to make your life miserable, be it through pain or other things. You have a choice, if you come near us again you will get to know the variety of my nasty ideas, if not you will be spared this experience".

Tech is usually calm and patient, but even he has his limits, and he is absolutely not afraid to do very ugly things to someone in order to protect you.

Crosshair

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Kitten, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to sneak a look, inconspicuously, if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

His eyes immediately become critical slits.

"Your ex, huh?"

"Yes," you say uneasily.

Crosshair sighs, looks again in the direction of your pursuer, and finally says, "Let me guess, he's one of the kind who doesn't take no for an answer? Can't handle the separation?"

"Pretty much, yeah"

Keeping an eye on the stalker he asks you, "Has he done this before? Stalked you, or approached you since you broke up?"

You shrug your shoulders uncertainly and say, "Once or twice. But the last time was a while ago, I thought I was finally rid of him."

Crosshair snorts, "Oh you'll be rid of him for good very soon, don't worry."

A little nervously, you frown and ask, "What are you going to do?"

"Is better if you don't know anything about it"

You don't quite know what to say and listen as Crosshair contacts Wrecker and asks him to pick you up, everything else doesn't happen in your presence and Crosshair never tells you what he did with your ex. All you know is that your ex never crossed your path again.

Crosshair has no mercy on anyone who crosses your boundaries. There may be a warning first, but he only warns once, followed by action. If your ex really has the balls to mess with him, it is safe to assume that the end result will be serious injury or death for your ex.

Rex

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Cyar'ika, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to sneak a look, inconspicuously, if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

"Your what?"

"My ex-boyfriend"

You see Rex tense up.

"And why has your ex-boyfriend been following you across multiple planets for the past few days?"

You shrug helplessly and say, "Honestly? I don't really know. He's never been good with boundaries."

"And that means?"

"Well, he was a very jealous control freak, he didn't really take our breakup well either. I finally just packed up my stuff and snuck away because I couldn't really communicate with him"

"Interesting," Rex mumbles, "Excuse me for a moment."

Rex walks right up to your ex, taking a holo-shot of him as he stands right in front of the guy, which makes your ex look very confused.

"You know what I am, I take it?" asks Rex coolly.

Your ex replies uncertainly, "A clone?"

"A clone captain to be exact, and I now have a picture of you. If you get too close to my girlfriend or keep stalking her, it doesn't matter how far away you try to run. I am sending this picture to my brothers, and as you know I have a lot of them. So it doesn't matter where you go, I will find you."

Your ex stares at Rex in disbelief.

"I don't think I need to tell you or threaten you about what's going to happen then."

Your stalker shakes his head.

"So my message got through?"

A nod.

"Good. Now get out of here while you still can."

Rex is a protector through and through. He'll make sure you feel and are safe, come what may.

Fives

Of course, he noticed at some point that the same guy keeps appearing near you, no matter where you are. Your batcher doesn't like this at all, his instincts tell him there's something wrong with this guy.

"Cyar'ika, there's this guy who keeps following us. Behind you on the left by the fruit stands. Try to sneak a look, inconspicuously, if you can."

You do as he says and shivers run down your spine.

You ask uncertainly, "What do you mean, he follows us everywhere? Today, since we've been on the road?"

He shakes his head.

"No, he's been following us since Tattooine. Do you know him?"

Actually, this guy is a chapter you want to put behind you. But now you're having to face this one more time.

"That's my ex"

"Your ex-boyfriend? Really? Why does that clown follow you everywhere?"

"I'm not sure, but I wish he wouldn't."

Fives frowns and asks, "Has he ever bothered you before?"

"Yes, but that was a while ago, I thought I was finally rid of him".

"Hmm" Fives grumbles, "One of those who doesn't know when to call it quits?"

With a nod you say, "Simplified, sort of."

He thinks for a moment, then smiles mischievously, and you know he's cooked up something.

"Okay, Mesh'la, you go home and wait for me there, I'll be there soon".

You're not sure if you should listen, somehow you have a feeling that something is up. But you trust Fives, so you do what he asks.

Afterward, you find out that your ex has been tarred and feathered and tied up in a more or less public place. Fives has not claimed responsibility for the crime, but you later hear that he, along with Hardcase, Jesse and Echo, were disciplined by Rex for allegedly "harassing" a civilian. So in a way, you know he's responsible.

Fives will do anything to protect you, though whenever he can, he'll always slip in some of his cheeky silliness to do so. He's not particularly subtle, but very caring and always ready to protect you.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Omg omg. Your awesome. Can I make a request? Can I request either hunter or echo with a winged S/O? I absolutely fell in love with what you wrote for tech. (Bonus points if you could also write hunter/echo when S/O asks their help in cleaning their wings/straightening some feathers)

Aww, thank you darling! I’m gonna do Echo cause he’s my second favourite after Tech, and I’m gonna make a Drabble since I’ve been writing a lot of head canons

Ruffled Feathers

Echo x GN! Reader

Type: Drabble

Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff. This can be seen as platonic or romantic

Enjoy

"Echo, could you come here for a minute?" You called from your bunk, looking down to the cockpit to where Echo sat.

“Coming.” He replied, standing up from his seat and walking over, a soft smile on his face. You smiled back as he approached, shifting your wings so that the tops were visible. His eyebrow rose questioningly, and you moved your wings again. Some of the feathers were rumpled and out of place, and they were in spots where it was hard to reach without twisting the wings in painful ways.

“Could you please help me with the feathers? They’re pretty uncomfortable and I can’t reach them.” You explained. He smiled softly, coming over to sit behind you. "Of course, meshla." He said, reaching out with his hand to carefully smooth out the feathers and put them back into their usual positions. You sighed softly, patiently waiting as he fixed your feathers. It was quiet moments like these between you that brought you closer together. He worked carefully for a while, his hand carefully smoothing out the feathers. “Echo?”

“Mm?”

“Thanks for doing this.”

He smiled softly. “It’s okay, meshla.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Woow, I finally got this done. To the poor soul who requested it, I am so sorry that this took so long to get done. I hope you enjoy it.

-Axel

💜💐

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

501st x F!Jedi!Reader General Skywalker clearly wasn't a reliable source of intell, having pointed you and Rex's squad into the icy tumbra of a long deserted planet, however, it was due to his calculated mistake that the Clones were able to reveal your deeply hidden desires. Being stuck in a cave with numerous handsome, attractive men was not on your to-do list, yet you weren't complaining. Word Count: 3028

Warnings: Unedited, random brain rainbow vomit I had whilst practicing writing techniques <3 It's somewhat (quite) spicy towards the end. There is a lot of fluff throughout most of it! A/N: This is mostly just Tup, Rex and Fives x reader as this was a very spontaneous fic T_T pls forgive me.

"General Skywalker said this would be an easy mission," Fives hissed under his breath, the deep, reverbrating sound of his voice lost underneath the wolfish howling of the wind, clusters of snow beating at his helmet. This was supposed to be a quick and easy diplomatic trip, but where did he and the 501st Legion find themselves? Somewhere on a deserted, icy, snowy planet. "My toes are about to fall off!"

"Yeah, he promised us there'd be clear blue skies and hot weather. A beach even!" Echo added on, shrugging his shoulders in defeat. Rather than being on a hot, sandy beach, the brothers had found themselves treading through waist-deep snow, their fingers and toes turning into icicles, their blasters heavy in their grasps. 

"I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic trip, Captain," Fives continued, his voice becoming white noise as Rex all but ignored his brother, gracing him with an occasional hum or grunt, to let him know he was listening. But he wasn't hearing. Rex was also unhappy with the circumstances, but it was his job to do this kind of thing. It's not like the clones could refuse not going on a mission, not going head-first into a battle, so he definitely would have appreciated General Skywalker's honesty, over trickery. 

The weather was only getting worse, the wind and snow beating at the men cruelly, the blue paint on their armour completely disappeared under the clusters of snow that had latched themselves onto the clones. 

He paused in his tracks, scanning the area through his optical goggles. He spotted something. Something dark, something round. His men stopped behind him, eerily silent as they anticipated their Captain's next words. 

Rex, turning to face his brothers, couldn't help the way his shoulders visibly relaxed as he relayed the news, "I see a cave entrance just a couple yards ahead, boys! We will seek shelter there!" He exclaimed, waving his arm, signalling for them to keep going, to keep following him. 

In the very back, just behind Tup and Jesse, a lone, female Jedi guarded their backs, one hand hovering protectively over her weapon, the other shielded away in the pocket of her coat. A backpack hung onto her shoulders, the leather material soaked and cold, receiving most of the onslaught of the weather. 

Her mind was wandering, body craving to feel the heat of a hot sun glazing against her bare skin, just as Anakin had hinted to. But instead, she was stuck walking through a blizzard, her body cold and tired.

She had also been excited to spend some quality time with the boys from the 501st, whom she had been recently often paired with for missions. The sight of them all relaxing and enjoying their time on the beach, with their tops exposed, tan skin glistening under the sunlight.. Yeah, that would have been a sight worth seeing.

A sudden, much harsher gust of wind jolted her from her thoughts, clumps of snow quickly settling against the icy skin on her face. 

Her robes, too, were soaked, struggling to maintain the warmth in her body as she did her best to follow the path created by the clones, snow crunching under her winter boots. 

She too wasn't made aware of the true conditions of the mission. She couldn't tap into the force either, to predict or to feel some kind of warning of the mission ahead. What was Skywalker thinking? He was lucky none of her men had fallen! The moment she'd get back, the moment her eyes would land on him, he would be wise to run for the hills. She could imagine the fear in his eyes as she comically choked him out, swaying the male back and forth in a fit of anger.

Relief flooded the squad as one by one, they made their way into the cave, it being cleared by their Captain and medic, Rex and Kix. 

Quickly setting camp, the clones hovered around their makeshift fire, some huddled close together, others snuggling under individual, soaked blankets. The snow had penetrated all of their supplies; food, water, tents and blankets. All they could do was hope that the fire would last long enough for the storm to pass, for their blankets to dry out and warm up. 

"What the hell was the General thinking?" Fives muttered, his eyebrows furrowed. He rubbed his bare hands together until they were warm enough, and then he shifted closer to the fire. 

His feet stung, the feeling just barely coming back to him after that gruelling tread. He was sure if his feet didn't fall off yet, then something else soon would. 

You exhaled a heavy sigh, a blanket resting over your shoulders as you extended your palms out towards the fire. Rex had been kind enough to lend you his blanket, noticing that your robes and skirt were practically drenched from the weather. Sure, you weren't dressed for the beach, but you also weren't dressed well enough for a blizzard. 

You were lucky to have been warned, or rather told, by Master Kenobi of the true conditions of your mission. If you hadn't been, your troops wouldn't have had enough time to prepare for the weather. 

Looking over your squad, you made eye contact with Tup. A worried frown ghosted over his rough features, the creases that you hated so much appearing on his forehead. 

Slowly, you made your way over to the trooper, one hand outstretched.

"Tup? Are you okay?" You asked, resting your hand over his shoulder. As if startled, the man looked to you, his brows quirked in surprise. 

"G-General? Why do you ask?" He questioned, gaze flickering down to your hand, before coming back up to stare into your eyes. A soft, pink hue dusted over his cheeks, and your heart fluttered at the sight. Sure, he was sweet and kind, he was the shyest of your men. He was almost like a puppy, his chocolatey brown eyes so deep, so sweet, you had lost yourself in them again. 

He was the only man who gazed into your eyes long enough for you to drown, a soft smile erupting on your face as you fought your best to not reach up and caress his cheek in your palm. 

"General? Are you listening?" He asked, his gloved hands reaching up to shake at your shoulders, gently. 

Your lashes fluttered over your eyes, taking in a deep exhale, you shrugged. Were you really okay? 

Taking a moment to respond, your gaze flickered up, noticing how wet his hair was. 

"Tup, d'you want me to dry your hair?" The words tumbled from your mouth before your brain could finish processing their meaning. Tup's eyes widened into saucers as he stood there, frozen. You had never been so caring to your men, at least, not like this. 

Remember that pink hue that dusted his cheeks just a moment ago? Yeah, now that's turned into a beetroot blush, the colour painting his ears, his face and neck in a deep shade of reddish-purple. Would it be okay for you to display such blatant acts of affection? Wouldn't that be against the rules and regulations of the Jedi council? Against the regulations of the GAR? If so, would his brothers snitch?

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You started, your mouth quickly dropping into the shape of an 'o' as Tup interrupted you.

"General, I would love for you to dry my hair." He said with a soft smile, scratching at the back of his nape.

Realising it was too late now to back out, you gave a small nod of your head before taking his gloved hand in yours, the leathery material scraping nicely against your soft skin, as you led him closer to the campfire. 

Motioning for Tup to sit down, you stood directly behind, and, above him, reaching to remove your dry blanket from your shoulders. You didn't have a towel, so a blanket should be a good enough substitute. Your hands reached to remove his hairtie, sliding it over your hand to rest on your wrist, your fingers quickly making their way to masssage Tup's scalp. 

As he leaned his head back into your soft hold, Tup couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Your fingernails grazed softly against his skin, tugging gently at his soft curls, sending eletric shivers down the male's spine. 

But it was when your hands slid from his scalp, over to his nape and shoulders, applying soft but firm pressure against his tired muscles that the involuntary groan escaped his lips, rumbling deep from within his chest. 

Your body stiffened, stopping your ministrations as a familiar spark shot through your heart, right down to your abdomen. 

Your eyes, wide and unblinking, stared into Tup's as the colour red flushed his cheeks once more. His eyes searched yours, a worried glint dancing across as he waited for your reaction. His lips stuttered as he was about to apologise, provide an excuse, tell you it was okay if you didn't want to continue. 

But the words fell short on his tongue as the corners of your lips tugged upwards, your hands applying the slightest bit more pressure to his sore muscles. 

A grunt was stiffled in his throat, his eye fighting hard to stay open, looking anywhere but at your face. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable, give you the wrong idea-

None of his brothers did. 

Though a lump formed in his throat as Tup looked around the cave, noticing the numerous lingering gazes of his brothers as they sat there, watching your movements. He could almost feel the jealousy vibrating off of Rex in waves, his gaze hardened as the corners of his lips fought to stay straight. 

A smirk tugged at Tup's lips, as he noticed Jesse squint his eyes at him. Deciding to add fuel to the fire, Tup groaned again when your hands pressed against a particularly tense muscle in his shoulder. 

"Woah, General, where did you learn this?" He asked, a familiar warmth blooming in his abdomen as your nimble fingers danced across his shoulders, tugging at the black suit he wore, exposed now as his armour rested beside a sleeping bag nearby. 

"Oh, you know, just learned bits here and there when I was stationed with Commander Wolffe," You chuckled, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue, "That man was full of knots in his shoulders." You added, feeling Tup's shoulders relax more and more, until you had mentioned Wolffe. That's when his posture straightened, from a relaxed lean, to a pin-straight sitting up position. 

He tilted his head back to look at you, a curious yet worried glint in his golden eyes.

"Were you and Commander Wolffe close, by any chance?" He questioned, his breathing paused. 

If you were Wolffe's girl, then he knew the 501st couldn't, wouldn't pursue you. 

Or, if you weren't, then they knew at least they could ask the Commander of his previous.. Experiences, with you. 

Slowly, you caught onto Tup's drift, and your gaze travelled around the room. Some of the men were fully facing the two of you, legs spread, eyes laser-focused as they listened to your conversation, the cave suddenly, and eerily silent.

A shiver travelled down your spine, and a gentle smirk tugged at your lips.

"Oh, just you know, the occasional date here and there.." You said, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. Your smirk threatened to grow as you heard someone scoff, and you looked up to see Rex rolling his shoulders, a scowl on his face.

"Date? Isn't that, like, forbidden?" Fives questioned across from you, leaning over curiously, his eyebrows raised, resembling the blue markings on his helmet. 

A giggle escaped your lips as your hands returned to Tup's hair, suddenly remembering why you were giving him a random shoulder massage. You reached over to grab the blanket Rex had given you, placing soft curls between the two valleys of softness created by your hands, which were hidden underneath the soft cushion.

Your hands brushed through Tup's soft hair, gently dragging the strands through the dry, fuzzy material of your blanket. 

"I don't mean a romantic date, Fives, though I wouldn't be opposed to one." You mused, softly tugging at the locks. "I don't particulaly agree with the 'No Attachments' rule. But that doesn't make me less of a Jedi, or does it, do you think?" You questioned, your gaze softening, a small scowl now tugging at your lips. 

"Of course not, General," This time, it was Rex who spoke up, albeit too fast for his liking, "You're one of the most dedicated Jedi I've had the pleasure of working with," He stated, soft footsteps making their way closer and closer to you, "Plus, it is human to wish to form attachments." He whispered that last part, now standing directly above you as you twisted Tup's hair into the towel.

Your heart fluttered at the proximity, warmth enveloping your pinkening cheeks.

"Is it now, Rex?" You asked, looking up at him. Your heart palpitated at the close proximity, your hands gliding down to caress Tup's shoulders. Your gaze stayed unwavering, unbreaking as you looked into Rex's deep, honey-gold eyes. The Captain suddenly shifted, breaking eye contact as he stepped back a little. 

"I-I believe any of us s-should be able to form attachments," He paused, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips, and back to your eyes, "Romantic ones, especially." A chorus of 'Yeah's' and humms of agreement followed, catching your attention as you looked around.

The atmosphere in the cave seemed to have completely shifted, the sound of howling wind drowned out underneath the loud beat of your heart. You swallowed a forming lump, looking between Rex and his brothers, Tup now stood by your side, sandwiching your body between his and Rex's. 

Gloved hands came up to softly caress your shoulders, fingertips lightly tugging at the edge of your collar, grazing the skin underneath. 

"What do you think, Commander?" He whispered into your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin.

"Of?" You prompted, turning your head lightly to look at Tup. 

"Of close relations between Jedi and their Clones?"

Your eyes widened, feeling a familiar heat rush over your body, and you took inhaled a slow, deep, shaky breath. As you looked between Tup and Rex, the latter had made his way closer to your body, his hands making their way to your hips.

The sound of soft footsteps reached your ears, and you saw Echo, Fives, Jesse, Kix, Dogma and Hardcase making their way closer to the three of you, looking completely entranced by the conversation. You hadn't casted any spells on them, have you?

Your breath hitched in your throat, shivers overtaking your body as someone nuzzled their nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, exhaling with a shaky sigh. As they spoke, your heart fluttered with recognition. 

"General, answer the question." Fives whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, one gloved hand gently grasping your chin, twisting it to face him. His gaze flickered to your lips,  just mere inches from his own. He could almost feel the taste of you on his tongue. Oh how he wished to kiss you, right then and there. He was so sure you'd let him, too.

Sure, maybe you did fantasise about the men from time to time, when your thoughts weren't preoccupied by ongoing battles and Jedi duties. How you wished to be allowed to form a connection deeper than General and Trooper, but did they?

"I- I.. I don't k-know?" You questioned, a soft whimper escaping your opened mouth, before you knew it, his lips crashed against yours, his hands latching themselves into your hair, pulling you closer, if physically possible.

The kiss was, to simply put it, sweet. His goatee rubbed nicely against your chin, his lips melting together with yours, as if they were always meant to. His tongue prodded at your bottom lip, asking for permission. Slipping in, it danced with yours, hot breaths mingling together as you felt something press up against your front.

Rex.

You had almost forgotten you were trapped between Rex and Tup, too engulfed with the sudden kiss Fives had engaged you in.

The smell of pine and smoke invaded your nostrils, their scents overwhelming, flooding your senses as Fives became rougher, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair. With one hand, you grasped the side of his face, thumb rubbing soothing circles into his rough skin, your breath hitched as a groan escaped his lips.

"Okay, that's enough I think." Kix spoke, the kiss abruptly interrupted as he pulled Fives away by the scruff of his neck. 

"General? Are you okay?" Rex's voice was soft as he neared you, his breath fanning over the sensitive shell of your ear. 

Inhaling a shallow breath, you grasped his biceps with both hands.

"Call me Y/n.." You whispered, hazily meeting Rex's stare, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide.

"R-Right.. Y/n, d'you want us to continue?" He questioned, bringing a hand to gently clutch your chin. 

Your eyes widened as you took in the situation around you; eight men surrounded you, watching. Waiting. Ready to pounce, the moment they received your permission. 

And receive it, they did.

With a brisk nod, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as Rex closed the gap between the two of you, his lips rough but warm as his body pushed roughly against yours, your back meeting Tup's chest in a close embrace. 

Your hands rested against Rex's chest, feeling the soft material of his shirt underneath your thumbs. His chest was warm and firm under your touch, the feeling of his heart racing beneath your hand had your own chest swelling with joy. A sigh left your lips as you felt a pair of lips press open-mouthed kisses against the expanse of your neck, a new pair of hands rubbing up and down your hips, encouraging you.

You weren't dreaming, were you? You weren't about to wake up, were you?

Your questions were answered as you felt Rex bite your bottom lip, his hands tugging at the roots of your hair.

No, this definitely wasn't a dream.

And if it was, it wasn't one you wished to wake from.

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧

Fives x F!Reader x Echo Pt. 1 After the events of the Citadel, Fives is forced to embark on a journey - inform people of Echo's passing. Fives knew his brother like the inside of his pocket, but who knew Echo had been hiding a gem all this time? Certainly not Fives. Word Count: 2886 Warnings: Echo's death, swearing, sad Fives, alcohol consumption A/N: I'm missing fives because he didn't get enough screen time and it's called 'The Clone Wars' for a reason :c

"I'm sorry," His voice carried a certain lightness to it, spinning in your ear canal like a pearly white feather on a windy, gloomy day. Though his words, oh his words, they pierced through your heart like a rusty dagger, the bitter metal permeating through the organ like a chartreuse, acidic poison. "There was nothing we could do to save him."

You were always afraid that one day, after a long, dreadful mission, he just wouldn't be back.

No matter how many times your best friend reassured you, that fear just lingered somewhere deep within your subconscious, sharpening its' shiny black talons, awaiting the day it could re-emerge into your heart.

Fives swallowed harshly, counting down the number of awfully loud heartbeats echoing in his head. He could feel a tension headache rising as he eyed you wearily, ready to offer comfort if you were to start crying, or having a go at him.

Your lack of response worried him. It was like you knew as soon as the door opened, his fist stuck in mid-air as the gears turned in his head. By the time he had gone over the pleasantries and the uncomfortable silence, your eyes had seemingly lost their spark, your face paled in the early sunshine of the Coruscantian morning, and your voice lost that high-pitched note to it when you spoke.

And now, here he was, his neck feeling awfully warm, his gut twisting as he thought of every whichever way to escape this hellhole. He hadn't even had the time to mourn his brothers death, yet alone truly understand it and now he had to go making rounds to people, informing them of it?

The Republic was cruel, and shitty, and full of shit and-

"H-How did he..?" His gaze was laser focused on his hands, the tension in his shoulders worsening as he looked up from his lap. You had unshed tears trudging the edges of your waterline, your eyelashes already wet from having to blink away thick, hopeless tears.

The green of the wallpaper that peered round the corner seemed much more inviting to look at than your eyes were, Fives thought. The colour was that of pine trees, lighter swirls of white decorating the expanse of the wall behind you. It used to be Echo's favourite colour. His brother always said how it brought joy for him to see that dreaded colour, how it always made him feel hopeful in an otherwise unsure battle. Fives, even though having made fun of Echo for being such a sap, had also secretly shared the same opinion.

But now all he felt when he saw the colour was disgust, nausea, and worst of all, guilt.

"Fives..?" Your voice gently lulled him out of his thoughts, like a lighthouse at sea, calling out to his ship, and his eyes widened as he realised you had reached your hand over to his, your thumb rubbing at his armoured forearm. Kriff, he didn't even take his bloody armour off.

His lips opened and closed, his eyelashes fluttering as Fives tried to map his way around, trying to find the right words to say.

Eventually, he settled on a fairly common pair.

"I-I'm sorry," He winced at the shakiness of his voice, scrunching his eyes shut. How the hell was he supposed to say it? For some odd reason, you were the one comforting him, rather than the other way around. What kind of soldier was he? What kind of man was he?

"He.. He died heroically," His voice was soft, trembling. Fives couldn't bring himself to speak any louder, afraid that the deeply buried emotions in his chest would come crashing down, like waves against a rocky shore, "He was the bravest man on that battlefield, ready and willing to do anything to complete the mission. He was so.. He was so inspiring. What happened next.. I- I couldn't get to him.. in time." He took in a shallow, shaky breath, forcing his eyes shut as tears began to prickle at his eyes.

"I couldn't save him."

"Fives it's-"

"The droid blasted the ship just as he reached the entrance and I wanted to help him, to get him out of there, but someone screamed my name and all I remember is seeing his body fly, and his helmet drop at my feet. I wish it were me instead of-"

"He would never forgive himself for that and you know it." Your voice tore through his tangent, sharp, snappy and cold as ice. It was as if you had thrown cold water in his face. You knew Echo, you knew he would never let his brother sacrifice himself for him, "He was a good soldier and he died as one." You whispered, peering down at the man seated in your small, pale yellow kitchen.

The wrinkles on his forehead and the tired bags under his eyes told you everything. He desperately needed a safe place, and some well deserved rest.

Has he even had the time to process Echo's death? You truly doubted it just by seeing his reluctance, the difficulty he felt of talking about this. As though it was the first time.

You couldn't let Fives go back to the GAR. Not in this condition, not yet. You were afraid he would simply shut down if he were surrounded by countless faces and voices, similar and the same as Echo's. He would have constant nightmares, constant night terrors, constant guilt.

But what about you? What about your time alone, your time to process the news of your best friends death?

That wasn't your priority right now, you could wallow in the bubbling feelings of grief and despair after you've taken care of his brother, his twin.

Taking in a deep breath, you kneeled beside Fives, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh.

"Stay here for the night. You can be gone by morning and we never have to talk of this again." You offered, squeezing his thigh to get his attention. You could tell by the way his eyes widened that he wasn't expecting such an offer, and by the quick downturn of his lips, that he was about to reject it.

"It's not for my comfort, it's for your own," You interjected, determination seeping from each word you said, "I- I don't think you'll be able to sleep there-" You paused, getting up from the floor with a huff, "Here's the plan; I'll draw you a bath, make you some food and then you can go sleep in my room, how's that?" You asked, leaning against the countertop behind you.

A few moments of silence passed, Fives completely stunned and speechless. Where was Echo hiding this.. t-this gem? He had never met such a compassionate woman, person, ever.

All he was familiar with were the one night stands with numerous different women he'd met at 79s. Did Echo meet you there too? Were you really just friends?

Shaking his head, Fives stood up from his seat, looking, no, glaring at that stupidly green wallpaper behind you. At that grisly irritating reminder of hope. Of Echo. "I-I couldn't take such a-advantage of your kindness, ma'am. I appreciate it, but I'll be fine." He stated.

A frown replaced the hopefulness on your face as you noticed the awful change in his demeanour. You weren't talking to Fives, the man, anymore. No, you were talking to Fives the ARC Trooper, CT-5555. You could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed, how his gaze hardened, how his chest puffed up and his shoulders stood to attention.

He's just like Echo.

Neither men preferred to face the difficulty of opening up to others, you noted. But whilst Echo would stutter and refuse, Fives completely shut down, solidified into a steel-strong soldier. But neither of them seemed to like accepting help, whether it be from a friend or a stranger.

Funny.

They truly were like twins, born of the same strand of DNA, or whatever the Kaminoans did, you thought.

With a heavy, disapproving sigh, you gave a slight nod of your head.

It seemed to surprise Fives, as you noticed that momentarily, miniscule raise of his thick brows. He definitely wanted you to be more pushy, but you had learned from Echo that that often led to nowhere.

"Do you have anywhere else to go? Anyone else to inform?" Your voice was soft when it reached his ears, and a defeated expression rested on your face. Since you wouldn't need to take care of Fives, your mind felt at ease enough to let in the new, yet still familiar feelings.

It took him a moment to respond, his throat having gone completely dry.

"Just a couple of friends, really. You were number one on that list so.. I- I guess I'll leave you to it." He half muttered, looking up at you. The kitchens' yellowy dandelion wallpaper behind your frame did very little to brighten up your features. Instead, it seemed to dull them, deep shadows were casted over your features as you frowned.

"Are you sure? You can stay longer if you'd like-"

"No! No, it's okay. Really. I'm on a tight schedule anyway, y'know, ARC Trooper things and all that." Fives insisted as he finally rose from his seat, rubbing his nape with one hand awkwardly.

This was his chance to get out of there, to escape the stuffy, small kitchen. It was like a rainy cloud had settled itself over your shoulders, and he wanted to be gone by the time it began to pour.

"Alright. I won't keep you here any longer. I-I'm sure you've wasted enough time here already." You muttered out as you followed suit, rising from your seat, albeit slower than Fives. 

Did you want to be alone? You weren't too sure. Some of your focus was still locked onto the man before you, worry gnawing away at your conscious. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." You followed up, rounding the rectangular, wooden table seated in the middle of your small kitchen.

Echo used to always nag at you, complaining it was too short for tall people like him. Interestingly enough, Fives had no intention of mentioning the height of the table.

Although Echo had told you many stories about Fives and the Domino Squad, it felt like the two had switched personalities. Your Echo seemed to behave more like Fives when around you, and Fives behaved more like Echo from the stories. 

Your arms were crossed over your chest as you led Fives to the door, and you caught a peek of his expression as you quickly peered over your shoulder. 

He seemed to tower over you as you bid your goodbyes, thanking him for coming all this way, and wishing for him to stay safe and get well. Your chest felt heavier as you unlocked the door, moving aside, observing him as he stepped out.

The dull greyness of the corridor outside did nothing but crumble any resolve that may have lingered within his chest. 

A lone, glaringly white light bulb flickered from time to time, doing very little to actually brighten up the space. It also seemed to wash out Fives' features, make his sun-kissed skin look paler, his eyes more somber, his frown look deadlier.

If anyone were to come by him, they'd tremble on the spot.

The corners of his lips seemed to twitch, just slightly, as he thought over what to say. What do you say to someone you're not sure you'll see again?

Your vocie beat him to is as you bid a short, yet comforting goodbye.

That was it then.

He waved you goodbye as he descended down the stairs, his gaze locking with yours one last time before he disappeared behind the concrete railing.

The distant sound of a hum accompanied your thoughts, the electrical cables working hard to provide light to that narrow corridor, becoming background noise to your running thoughts.

Would he be okay?

Maybe you should have given him your comm number, in case he'd wanna reach out. It was too late though, as his figure had already disappeared down the long staircase, the warmth of his gloved hands still lingering on yours.

The loud boom of the music bounced of the walls of 79s, and Fives' head. It was like a headache that just kept on going, and Fives was refusing to take pain meds, nullifiers. He didn't want the pain to stop. It was the only thing that kept him awake, aware, attentive to the fact that this was reality.

Many of his brothers had died; Domino Squad to be specific. Their deaths were all too sudden, just like Echo's. But he got past them, keeping his brothers memory alive on each and every mission he was sent to. But through all that, he had Echo by his side. And now, Echo was gone. 

How was he meant to get over his death? 

How was he meant to carry on?

How many of his brothers had gone through the same situation, lost their closest friends? Were forced to continue on into battle as though nothing had happened? Were they really, truly that expendable? Did they not mean anything to the Republic? To the Jedi?

Fives wasn't just a number. Echo wasn't just a number. Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait weren't just numbers. They were men, they were men with feelings and they were men who were filled with hopes and dreams for their futures. 

Echo wasn't just a number.

He suppressed a sob as he leaned forward, reaching for another shot glass, the pinkish liquid sparkled in the dim lights of 79s. 

Usually, he took his shots with pride. 

And now? Now he took them with shame, slamming the clear glass onto the table as he roughly wiped at his eyes. God. It burned so bad. But it also eased the pain, bit by bit until all he felt was fire burning through his lungs, and dizziness tugging at his vision. 

He couldn't go back to the GAR in this state. But who cared? He and the 501st had come back, completely and utterly wasted, many times too many. And nobody even batted an eyelash. On Kamino they'd get a thorough discplining, maybe even a smack on the back of the head. 

He was sure the old geezers back there would be more than happy to hand his ass back to him.

Kriff it, he thought.

One more shot.

The liquid burned, the taste smacking at his tastebuds like a blaster to the back of his head.

Another.

It went on for long enough for the barman to stop him, shaking his head disapprovingly at the trooper.

Getting up from his seat, Fives wished the liquid tasted as good as it looked. He thanked the barman and made his way to the exit. 

Where was he going? 

He wasn't sure. He just knew he needed to move. Or rather stumble.

Waking up to loud banging on your front door certainly wasn't your preferred method, but it was definitely an effective one.

"Kriffing hell, what time is it?" You mumbled, rubbing the sleep crust from your tired eyes. The old, digital clock on your bedside table read 0300, in big, bold neon green numbers, casting a gentle green glow on the otherwise pitch-black room.

Your heart pounded wildly, almost as harshly as whatever idiot was pounding on your door at bloody 3AM in the morning.

You already had a hard day, falling into your bedsheets just moments after Fives had left, thick, shiny tears quickly staining the soft material of your duvet a shade darker for the foreseeable future.

"Who do you think you are-" Your voice harshly cut through as you ripped your front door open, leaning forwards, just narrowly missing a black, gloved fist to your face. Your frown quickly dropped as you noticed the idiot behind the awful disruption, and your anger seemed to evaporate into thin air. "Fives?"

As he looked up, the sight of his honey-gold eyes and tear streaked face, had your heart dropping in an instant.

The sound of humming electricity above your head filled the silent hallway, mimicking the white noise inside of Fives's head as his drunken mind tried to scramble up some words.

The smell of strong vodka and whatever else invaded your senses, you couldn't help how fast your hand flew to cover your nose.

"Y/n..- I-I'm sorry-" He hiccupped, pressing one arm onto your doorframe, his figure towering over you. "I couldn't- I couldn't save him, he's dead. He's dead because of me!" Fives gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut as more tears pooled at his waterline.

"What? No no no!" You exclaimed, quickly opening your arms for him to fall into. "Shh, come on, it's okay." You whispered, easing him into your apartment with slow steps. You shut the door behind, seating him down on your sofa before you went back to lock your front door.

His sobs and hiccupped breaths filled the still silence of your small, colourful apartment. Rubbing at your sore eyes, you quickly fetched a glass of water for him before kneeling at his side.

"Here, drink this," You lifted the glass to his lips, letting him take slow sips, "Slowly, you'll feel sick."

You watched him carefully, taking the water away as he gasped out. Your sofa looked too small for the trooper, his frame easily taking up over almost half of the space. A grunt escaped his lips, and panic flooded you. 

This way going to be a long night..

I'm adding onto this with some more charcaters.

Star wars

- darth maul

- savage opress

- Din Djarin

- Arcann Tirall

- Darth Marr

- Darth Revan

- torian Cadera

- Jango Fett

-boba Fett

And the extra 20 lines.

51- "fuck!, sweetheart I'm so sorry. You scared the shit out of me, are you alright"

52- "Don't you ever talk about my commander like that every again"

53- "I missed you Cyar'ika" "I missed you too handsome"

54- "You know that the boys and I have a bet running over when you are going to ask them out"

55- "Can I have a word in private with you?"

56- "Don't stop on my account Beloved"

57- "In a little sweetheart,  let me finish this then I'm all yours"

58- "We have much to discuss, pet" "As you wish My Lord"

59- "This is really good!"  "Don't talk with your mouth full"

60- "This is amazing, y/n! It's like a picture! I didn't know you could draw!"

61- "can you climb up there?" "Sure that easy"

62- "baby it's midnight, please come to bed, it's cold without you"

63- "fuck sweetheart!, well if that isn't a sight I don't know what is"

64- " can you teach me how to fly?" "The last time I did we nearly crashed into a moon"

65- " gods I wish that were me" "getting beat to shit by a ____?!"

66- "dinner will be done on a little" "i've found something different I want eat"

67- " no!! Please put me down!" "But you looks so good up here"

68- "your playing with fire now sweetheart!" "Well I am a Pyromaniac what do you expect,"

69- " give me a fucking break!" "How about I break that pretty little neck of yours"

70- " You'd look nice with a child" "you just have baby fever"

So while I'm working on Match ups and the last request I have here are some things you can ask for. For Mortal kombat and the bad batch/Clone wars. You can ask for up to 4 numbers and I'll make a mini fanfic for it. I won't be doign these until after I've finished the match ups.

So enjoy some more content. P.s all of these are lines from fanfics I've written over the years.

"I'm the leader here!"

"What did you do this time?"

"Can you repeat that, I was to busy staring into your eyes"

"I got spiked by something"

"Look I'm not the brightest tool in the tool box"

"Please don't shoot me for being an inconclusive"

"Statistically we have a 20% chance of dying"

You think I act bad you should see yourself, blushing little virgin"

"Fuck I hate people "

"Please stop nearly getting yourself killed!"

"Maybe I don't want to behave"

"You would like that wouldn't you"

"You're the reason we are in this situation"

"You better Fuck as good as you fight"

"Are you jealous?"

"You look good as a dad"

"I'm gonna lose my shit" "At the old people?!"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Dear Lord, your a father now."

"Get back here, Vermin!"

"You're starting to make a nasty habit of being in trouble"

"Why the fuck would you buy that?"

"At least I have a nice ass"

"I think I'm in love with you, and I don't know what to do"

"Is this what it takes to make you quiet"

"But I wasn't smart enough for that"

"Drinking drink?"

"Then bend me over and fuck me, hard and fast"

NO! don't move your comfy"

"Oh god, that's your ' I did something I shouldn't have' "

"Are you drunk?"

"Welp it's times like this I wish _____ was here with us"

"Murders on my mind"

"How much do I look like a fuck boy? " *Points gun* "Enough"

"You will not make progress if you do not practice"

"I know you are in here, we must talk. Now"

"You act like a Bitch in heat, it's shameful"

"Behave"

"Just kiss me!"

"Keep that foul mouth shut"

"are you alright?"

"you an I will be having words on our way back"

"Lets do this again some time"

"I will meet you in five minutes"

"Oh, Hey ____, good morning ain't it?"

"Doesn't matter your not leaving here by yourself anyway."

"Lot worse ways to go out, being Slammed into a wall by a handsome man"

"He's an asshole. But he's all handsome, socially out of tune"

I don't want to lose you"

"Stop messing with things you don't know about!"

Welp since I've done a Tech Piece planning to do one based off the scene with the wall becuase that man makes me feel shit.

But hey any other Bad batch/clone wars fic ideas you wanna see send them to my ask or reblog with it so I can see it. And I'll go from there.

But yea I wanna write some more fics when I get the time. Plus I'm a simp so...

But now for me to work on some more Mortal kombat stuff becuase I've kinda neglected it for

Tech

Hello!! I was wondering if you’re still doing match ups, could I possibly get one for the bad batch?

I’m female, I have short, blonde hair and green eyes. I’m only 5’3, a curvy body. My favorite thing to do is be out in the garden or working with animals, though I love anything involving outdoors and nature (hiking, kayaking, swimming, etc.). I also love to play music and sing, I can play 6 different instruments! I also really love traveling and seeing new places! My animals mean the world to me, as well as my plants.

I’m really outgoing and love talking to people/making new friends, though I do love some quiet time once in a while. I literally always have so much energy when I’m out and about though. Concerts are some of my favorite social events!

I tend to think about some crazy things and am always spitting out these wild ideas and questions whether that be involving the universe, life, how something was made, etc. I really just love learning and asking questions, even if the answer isn’t so clear / obvious. I have an extremely curious mind with a nice and active imagination.

I’m not sure what else to put, but if you don’t wanna do me that’s totally ok!! Thank you so much in advance!!

I match you with.....

Echo.

Echo loves running his hand thought your hair it's something of a reminder of things he has lost. Fives used to do it to calm him or make him stop talking when he would go on his tangents. So be now does it as a comfort for you and himself.

Please trace patterns and symbols on his skin he melts having you touch him. Becuase he doesn't expect anyone to want him after everything.

He misses his brother and Rex dearly but you make the days just a little bit easier to live.

He loves your eyes. They are like looking across a vast field. A place that to him feels so calm. It was one of the places he got to see right after joining the bad batch.

He loves how outgoing you are. He loves that yoy enjoy learning. Has asked you to play a few songs becuase He loves listening to music.

Plez Please sing for him. He loves your voice. And will ask you to sing when ever he can.

He loves spending time with you just the two of you. He will pull you to play in his hammock with him placing gentle kisses to your forehead.

Omega has found her way to join you both curling up in the hammock Echo finds it quite cute and doesn't say no.

You have both fallen asleep like this on many occasions and hunter has come looking for Echo. Most times he will leave you with a soft smile on his lips.

You sadly don't have much luck getting Echo going swimming anymore but he still enjoys watching. Hiking on the other hand he will do all day with you.

He loves just being with you or having you ask him to join you becuase to him it's means you want him, want to be near him.

"Echo?" You call out walking the halls of the ship. Echo turns from tthe pilot seat and smiles lightly too you. "Hello Cyar'ika, what are you doing?" He ask with a smile.

You make your way towards him and grab his arms. "Come on! Come with me" the smile on both of your faces never faulter. " Alright I'm coming, Tech! Take over" he calls out to Tech, Tech gives Echo a quick nod as he goes back to working.

Echo is quick to follow you as you pull him down the hall towards the area his hammock is set up. "really? Is this what you had in mind" he chuckles giving you a soft kiss to the forehead.

"Well I happen to want to spend some time with my boyfriend. And this so the closed to alone time we get so yes. I wish to cuddle in the hammock" he shakes his head with a smile as he moves to sit in it.

Echo waves you over, you make take a few quick steps to be standing infornt of him before his arms wrap around you and pull you into the hammock. "Come here you" he says while laying back and and pulling you to his armored chest.

The laughs are shared between you as he pulls the pillow from behind his head and rest it agaisnt his chest do you.

He missed your forehead right before he pulls you down to play against his chest. " What would I do without you?" He ask lightly.

You mean up to him chest pushed into the pillow as you place your hands on the sides of his face and lean in to kiss him. Both of you enjoy the touch being close and wrapped in each others embrace.

You both pull away smiling. Your hand moves up to the side of his head feeling the light fluff of hair staring to grow again. " Your hair is coming back slowly" you mumble agaisnt his lips. He hums contently.

"I might have to have you shave the sides and leave the top to grow. I'd like to try and grow it" he says lightly. Your hands slowly brush thought the light fuzz with a smile getting bigger each time.

Echo closes his eyes enjoying the touch. Enjoying having you wrapped in his arms as you both lay about in his hammock. "Maker I love you"

"I love you more handsome"

Hi I was wondering if I could do a ship request for The Bad Batch.

I'm 15 almost 16, I'm also 5'3½. My eyes and hair are brown. I am quite pale and apparently have very soft skin. I have very bad social anxiety and can't start or hold a conversation to save my life unless it is about books, I can talk about them for hours. I have a few friends, but with my friends I like to think I am the quiet yet mum friend. I like to make sure everyone one is okay I carry everything with me so if someone needs something I have it but I also shy away and don't like making plans (I am also very loyal). I am frankly boring I like books, knitting, politics and history. History is fabulous and I love learning all I can about everything that has happened in the time before I was born. I also hope to be a nurse when I become of age. I am also apparently more mature for my age and have been since I was little. I took the Pottermore quiz several times and I got a mix between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff but I think I am more a Ravenclaw.

- thank you :)

Woah I haven't been on Pottermore in years. I kinda got out do Harry potter after the who JK Rowling drama. But hey I'm also Hufflepuff used to call myself the Hufflepunk warrior back when I was 15. Good times hahah.

I match you with.... Echo

Echo much to the amusement of the bad batch was very nerdy when he was a shiny. He would go thought books after books of anything he could read. Sever module manuscripts. He's read it. The life of Bantha's read it. The crappy little comic which he adored that Fives and Hevy used to make. He misses those.

Ask him to read to you. You may have to flick the pages but he can work with that. Echo has such a soothing reading voice and enjoys reading for both you and Omega who joins in sometimes.

He has learnt that if he needs something just ask you. 8/10 times you will have what he's after just on hand without any preknowledge.

Echo understand social anxiety. He didn't have much trouble with it as a Reg before the Citidel but after socialising really gets to him. He gets mistaken, sold and all sorts so he takes comfort in being near you becuase you understand.

Please knit this man a fluffy sweater. He will rock it and go "yea my lover made this for me" and it does need. 'I'm a luxury' 'few can afford' or 'to tired for this shit' just something snarky becuase he will stand wearing it with a cup of Caf of a morning and he is a picture of domestic.

He loves listening to you talk about your hobbies. Will sit and listen for hours on end as you talk about the mitochondria being the power house of the cell. Or anything really. At this point you and Tech and a small rivalry and Echo loves it.

Please just shower this man in affection, he needs a confidence boost to deal with all the drama. Which he secretly lives for.

"Echo what are you wearing?" Omega ask looking up at him in absolute glee. Echo stands with a cup of Caf in the cockpit of the ship with a. Tired expression on his face. Omega smiles reading the text across the sweater. ' Sarcasm loading Please wait' Echo smiles as he takes his seat in the pilots seat and waves Omega over to jump up with him.

"If you ask Y/n they might make you one too" he says with a smile which makes Omega shout with glee before she runs down the hall towards where you are set up reading. Echo chuckles to himself as he takes a mouthful of his Caf. The flavor is horrible but it won't stop him from drinking it.

Not even five minutes later you are walking into the cockpit with Omega on your heel as you take the seat near Echo. "Morning Cyar'ika" he says lightly leaning over to place a kiss to your forehead. You smile to him as Omega makes herself comftable agaisnt your lap as she watches the stars fly by thought hyperspace.

"Y/n can I get a sweater with something on it?" She ask with a smile trying to look up at you. "Hmm how about 'Collector of Dads?' " you ask which makes Echo cough on his Caf.

You and Omega both laugh as He shoots you both a look. "Come on its true tho" you say with smile. He shakes his head as the smile works it's way onto his lips.

"How about 'menace to Society' and 'apprentice to the Menace' for the both of you" Echo jokes lightly.

"What in the hells are you wearing?" Tech says as he walks into the room Echo now stands in. Echo turns to stare Twch down. "Fashion"

Hi, I was wondering if I could get a Bad Batch Matchup?

I am 19, female, standing at 5ft 1 with short and wavy brown hair in a bob, I’m pretty pale, with many freckles and I have central heterochromia, the inner ring of the iris (the closest to my pupil) is hazel and the outer ring (along the edge of the iris) is blue. I am pretty shy when first meeting people but when I warm up to you, I’ll always try and make sure you have a smile on your face! I love to draw, write, sew and play my guitar. I usually end up being the leader in situations but I’m always listening to everyone’s ideas. However I can get pretty insecure about my looks and weight even though I weight around 55 - 60kg.

I understand if you don’t want to do it, I’m sure you are busy 😁

I feel that about being insecure about weight. I've been stuck at 49kgs for nearly 8 years becuase of my heart condition, Tyroid and other factors. It... it sucks alot. It's hard to gain muscle when you don't have any mass to use. Joys of Malnutrition.

I match you with.... Echo

It's no secret that Echo loves hand made things wither it be clothing, art or writing. He loves everything you make for him.

Your eyes fascinate him, he knows some clones who have Hetrochromia but it's a very rare thing. And your seems even rarer to him. It's like the Ocean meeting sand cliffs to him.

Your smile makes him feel like a Shiny Reg again. Something he hasn't felt in a long time.

Let's face it your still smallcompared to him. Your small compared to all of the Batch.

Please play him songs it helps him feel calm and light the galaxy isn't out to get him or his brothers.

He loves that you listen to his ideas without sassing him like Tech does.

He knows what it's like to be insecure of looks. He hates how he looks now and doesn't know how he ended up with someone as gorgeous as you.

Sometimes he doesn't feel enough with now being more machine then human.

Echo can easily pick you up and spin you around when he is excited or just relieved to see you.

"Hello cyar'ika" Echo says lightly as his arms wrap around your waist light resting his chin on your shoudler as he stares back at you though the reflection of the mirror.

He places a soft kiss on the side of your neck as his eyes flick back to yours. "Cyare, what are you thinking about.?" He ask lightly slowly turning you to look at him.

"Echo... am.. am I good enough?" You whisper only for his eyes to go wide as he lifts your chin up so that your now looking him in the eyes. "Princess, of course why wouldn't you be?" He says.

"My looks and weight. I.. I don't feel good enough for you" you say only for him to wrap his arms around you pulling you closer.

"cyar'ika, you are everything I could ever dream of and I should be the one not depeing good enough for you. Hells I'm more then half machine now yet you still look at me as if I was that young shiny troop being assigned to the 501st" he says bringing you in for a soft kiss.

"You make me feel alive again. And I'll spend every day I have proving to you that you deserve more then I can ever give you sweetheart. And I love you more then I can ever express" he whispers agaisnt your lips.

"You give me a reason to keep going kar'taylir darasuum" he says making you tremble and cling to him. He closes his eyes holding you close in the confines of the small shower room.

"You are my beloved and I will never, never stop trying to prove that" Echo states and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

I really like your Bad Batch match ups! Would I be able to get one please?

I’m 5’2 with an hourglass body type and I have short black hair that goes to my shoulders. I’ve alway been really into cosmetics and beauty; my nails are always done, I dye my hair frequently and I’ve got a huge makeup collection. Despite this I still look like a 2013 emo kid. I still religiously listen Fall Out Boy and I bought tickets to the My Chemical Romance reunion tour before the pandemic (rip 😔). I’ve also got a nice collection of rings and bracelets that have various different crystals in them that I wear daily. For the past several years I’ve been a practicing witch and advanced tarot reader. I’ve got a huge collection of tarot cards and crystals and I’m my friends go to person for anything to for crystals and herbal medicine. I’m a very lively person and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my friends. In fact everyday we’re either out dancing or making a late night snack run. I’m a huge workaholic, I always take on way too much to handle and it always makes my depression worse. All my friends describe me as “mean but loving”, I’ll viciously roast you and then make you a meal cuz you don’t feel well. I’m a Taurus Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising

Ahhh another witch on here. I can connect with this and this. And blessed be my friend. I feel that I do readings for my friends alot. But I mainly stick with plant work. (I love plants) also sorry this one was short.

I match you with... Echo

Please paint Echo's and Omega's nails they will love it echo with blue and black nails he will rock the shimmer ones. While Omega would love red glittery nails or grey with little skulls and 99 on them and there is no in between with her.

Echo finds it amusing watching you dye your hair. And Omega is just so fascinated by it becuase he hasn't ever see anything like it. Yea she knows some clones have different coloured hair but now she understands.

Echo falls hard when he hears little giggles from Omega's bed to see you doign her make up and yours. And Omega turns to echo. "Echo! Don't we look pretty?" She ask with a bright smile. " You don't need make up to look beautiful. The both of you"

Echo can hear you any where on the ship due to your jewelry. He loves how to looks but it does give your position away.

He does love your style. It's not something he would personally wear these days but he does like it on you.

He is very interested in witch craft he knows of the Witches of Dathomir but other then that he hasn't really had much to do with it.

Brain goes brrr with crystals. He just thinks they are neat. (No one. I mean no one can convince me this man didn't collect pretty rocks while out on missions)

Please do tarot readings for the Batch.

"Echo!, Echo! Look!!" Omega calls out to the man as she waves her hands around. Echo gives a raised eyebrow as she moves closer to show her painted nails.

"Y/n did them for me come on! They'll do yours too!!" She says almost pulling him to follow her. Echo laughs light and let's Omega take him to her destination.

"So rumors have it your illegally supplying b modification" Echo says light with his arms crossed.

You look up from your spot to see him and omega stand together. "Why Sir!, I would never" you call out in an over dramatic voice.

Echo chuckles and follows Omega up the ladder. Once up on the bed he holds his still human hand out. "Can I get some of these not so illegal mods" you smile at him with a nod.

"So what colour would you like?" You ask moving to scatter thought the different polishes. He thinks for a second before pointing to the light blue and the shiny black polishes. "Those too please"

The fifteen minutes is spend with both him and Omgea showing off the colours to each other until Wrecker makes his presences known.

"Can you do mine too? "

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a match-up with one of the clone boys ( either from clone wars or the bad batch) if that's okay?

I'm 16 and about 170cm tall. I identify as female and use She/her pronouns. I am pansexual. I have a curvy body and really small hands. I have big blue/green eyes and a small scar going through my upper lip. I have long dirty blonde hair that is usually really messy.

For my character, I have always been told I have side-kick energy. I am an INFJ-t and a Slytherin. I am a very shy and kind of awkward person at first but as you get to know me better I open more up. I love to read and write and have always been considered a huge nerd. My humor is very sarcastic and I tend to make a lot of inappropriate sexual jokes when I'm with my friends. I have been an unapologetic feminist my entire life and could talk about misogyny for hours if someone lets me.

When it comes to School I have always been at the top of all of my classes and I am the friend that helps everyone and gives the answer to tests. My preferred classes are English, social studies, and history. I am also the student that calls teachers (and sometimes other students) out on their sexist, racist, or homophobic comments. Besides that, I am also on the debate team. My absolute dream job is to become a civil rights lawyer

For things, I like the first thing that came to mind was music. I listen to music 24/7 and am never seen without my AirPods. I mostly listen to classic rock and indie rock such as arctic monkeys. The second thing that came to mind was reading. I have always adored reading articles on Wikipedia and usually read at least one before I go to sleep. I love politics and have always loved to talk about and discuss current political crises and the current news from around the world.

thank you so much!

This is the first time if found someone who I feel would match a thought and thought of Echo

Clone wars

I match you with..... Echo!

Echo has quite a soft spot for you when he first meets you. Takes a while for him to work up the courage to talk to you.

Lots of reading between you both it's who ge trs you to spend more time with him and he loves it.

Will run his hand thought your hair taking out the knots while you both sit together reading.

Be prepared for Fives to invite himself to reading night so he can tease you both. 'Ve love birds, held hands yet?'

He loves how small your hands are compared to his. Please just hold his hand and he will be a very happy Clone.

Run your hand thought his hair and mess it up from the normal crew cut. He will melt in your hands.

He loves curling up agaisnt you wirh his chin on your head as he cuddles. This man's body is very warm to the point some times you don't need blanket becuase of him.

He's very shy when you first kiss but he's alot more confident after being wirh you long enough.

Play your music for him, he loves hearing new music and your collection is very nice.

" Cyar'ika, are you here?" He whispers lightly moving thought the dark room. You hum lightly looking up from your spot on the couch.

"Echo?, is that you" you ask tiredly as you spot him at the door. A soft smile graces his lips as he moves to the couch.

He gentle brushes your hair out of your face as he sits down on the corner on the couch. "Hello sweetheart" he replys only for you to wrap your arms around his waist.

He chuckles lightly as you sit up only for him to move his body to lay on the couch and pill you to his chest. "How was your mission?" You ask lightly into his chest.

He plays back and closes his eyes enjoying being close to you again. "It went well, no casualties and minimal injuries" he says, cinnamon eyes meeting yours.

You smile to him leaning up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. "In glad your home finally" you say lightly. It's quite between you both again into he speaks up.

"Do you want to continue our reading session from where we stopped last time?" He ask lightly snuggling into you.

"Maybe another time I'm tired and I'm just glad to have you home" you whisper as he smiles again. "Ofcourse get some sleep"

Bad batch

I match you with..... Echo!

Bad batch Echo is alot more confident, sassy, snarky and sarcastic.

Since you have known him since before the bad batch it takes him a little to get used to being around you again.

Once he is comftable with you again he is alot more forth coming with affection. Alot more hugs, kisses and PDA around people.

Please reassure him that you s ttill love him, it's something thag gets him alot not being the same man as he used to be.

He has a lot of trauma and Ptsd and you help calm the storm in his head. Was bee gentle with him.

He loves having small snark off with you, will pull you into his lap and just rest with you against him while he pilots or works.

He loves gripping your hip with his flesh hand, he's alot more touchy with you now then he used to be.

He loves reading reports and just listening to audio logs wirh you alspee against him or just laying with him.

Echo lays in his hammock set up rocking lightly to the sway of the ship in hyperspace. His eyes are closed as he rest.

Your eyes land on him as you walk thought the door smiling widely as you make your way over to him. It goes wider on your lips as he mumbles something in his sleep and moves lightly.

You are quick to move your face near his. " Echo, Echo. Baby you awake?" You ask lightly. His pale honey brown eyes land on you as he smiles up to you with a tired smile.

You move quickly pulling yourself into the hammock and resting against his chest. "Hey baby" you whisper lightly and press a soft kiss to his lips.

"Hello Cyar'ika" he chuckles arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. " What are you doing here beloved?" He mumbles into your hair and giving you soft kisses.

"Want you to read for me" you whisper lightly into his chest as he smiles down at you. He reaches over to the small table pulling one of the books off it and brings it closer.

He opens the book turning to the page marked and continues reading lightly to you.