#tbb echo
jessiebanethedragon · 2 days ago
White Sands Warm the Cold Sea (pt 16)
Summary: the reader, betrothed to a disgusting Coruscanti Lord flees her home world and lands herself in a plethora of trouble, a ship of clones, and one pirate captain whose cold exterior needs much more than the tropical seaside sun.
Chapter one
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Warnings: Swearing, takes place in time periods where women have dowery's and suchlike. The readers' dad and betrothed are asses. there will be kissing in some chapters. oh and ANGST
Chapter Sixteen: The Galaxy
Night Time, you decide, is your favorite. Especially the nights at sea, the few of them you’ve had aboard the Havoc Marauder feel so special, so free. And you can see so much of the stars, nothing else compares.
You can’t seem to find sleep tonight, in part because your hammock has been taken by its rightful owner. In part because your veins still feel alive with something after the events from the day.
But you can still blame Echo for stealing back his comfy spot. Granted Wrecker offered to share his area with you, but you’re fairly certain if you’d taken him up on that offer, he would have crushed you by now. So you resigned yourself into a pile of blankets on the floor of the crew's quarters. But instead you make your way all the way up to the poop deck to stare at the stars.
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Hunter knows better than to creep up on you, and he certainly knows better than to stare at beautiful women.
Hunter in fact, knows many things. He just seems to forget it all whenever you’re near. It’s embarrassing, infuriating, and addicting. But there’s not much he can do about it.
Hunter should also be used to women wearing trousers. It was common enough amongst the Twi’leks and the Jedi back during the war. But the thick material clings to your legs, so differently than the dress you’d met him in. You change so much about so many things, you drive the Sergeant mad.
Enhanced senses hear you let out a deep breath, watching as it condensates in the air. If Hunter concentrates enough, the sound of the waves against the hull fall away, and he can hear the gentle rhythm of your heart.
“Sergeant?” He hears your voice call out over the salty cool air. And immediately he feels shame for watching you unabashedly.
You’re acutely aware of his presence, even before you call out to him. Hunter may be stealthy, and have enhanced senses on his side, but the sixth sense of human nature tells you when you’re not alone.
He doesn’t respond to your calling, and you wonder for a moment if it was someone else who’d stumbled upon you. Looking over your shoulder you confirm just who has joined you tonight.
It is Hunter, standing in his dark slacks tucked into his boots, and nothing else. No belt contained blasters and long swords, no hat hiding his face away, no coat disguising the mass of muscle underneath.
And no shirt either, the heathen part of your mind whispers. You barely gasp, but turn back to the stars in a feeble attempt to leave his modesty intact.
“If I am making you uncomfortable I can leave.” His voice is deeper at the moment, still ladled with fatigue.
“I don’t wish to be prudish.” You say, neck starting to hurt from the angle. “But I assumed you’d not want me to see you in your current state of undress.” The firm taps of his boots get closer and closer to you.
“I’ve been on a medical table enough times that this no longer bothers me.” Hunter is wary of getting too close to you, crossing some invisible line that he’d later regret. “I can find a shirt if you would like me.”
“No.” You tell him all too quickly, turning back to face him just in time to catch the raised eyebrow. “I mean, it is fine, if you wish to stay like that.” You correct yourself. And for a brief moment you allow yourself to look over the scars that have been hidden away.
There's a large patch of lighter skin on his left shoulder that catches your eye.
“Blaster bolt, went right through the flimsy plastoid armour.” He explains each and every mark to you as your eyes glance over them.
“An altercation in a coruscanti bar, daggers and drinks evidently don’t pair well.” - The mark to the right of his stomach.
“Hunk of droid wedged itself in between the panels.” - The spider’s web of healed cuts on his shoulder blade.
“Hunter…” You murmur to yourself, thinking about the pain and the suffering he must have gone through. You’re wondering about the shake in his hands when they reach for your elbows. When was the last time someone looked at him like this? Not a medic, or a brother or an armourer, when was the last time someone just looked at him.
Hesitantly you grasp his hands. Holding them in front of you, the scars, cuts and burns you can still in the pale moonlight. Turning them over you see the word that was burned into his arm.
“I, I didn't betray anyone.” He says suddenly. Scared of what you might be thinking. As always the Sergeant is hyper aware of everything, you seem to glow in the moonlight, with no scars or burns or anything. You exist as perfection.
“I know,” you look into his eyes, they’re darker, more richly coloured than they are in the sunlight.
“I couldn’t bear you to think of me like that.” Hunter admits, the hand you were admiring moving to cup your face.
“I could never think of you like that.” You whisper, subconsciously moving closer to him. “Hunter, how could I ever think that?” He shakes his head slightly, like he’s pushing away something he wanted to tell you. In an effort to get through to him, you thread your hands into his hair.
It’s soft and thick and feels familiar to you now.
“Listen to me, you stubborn man.” You tell him firmly watching a smile, a real genuine smile take over his face.
“I’m the stubborn one?” He teases, hiding himself away again. “And here I was hoping you found me devilishly enticing.” He continues to smile when you blush at his words.
“You could be both.” You say smoothing the hair at the nape of his neck.
You remember all of the stories you were told as a child, where the boy grasps the girl in his arms to swoop down and kiss her. You’re burning with wonder, if that's what Hunter will do with you. You want him to kiss you so badly it makes your heart beat faster. His eyes scan yours wildly, and his eyebrows crease together, a sign you’ve noticed means he’s thinking.
“Tell me no.” He breathes, the hand cupping your face moves into your hair, the other meeting the small of your back that has you gasping like you did in the alley.
“Tell me to stop, that you do not want me touching you, looking at you, feeling for you like this.” He says, pulling you closer, resting his forehead on your own. He must be able to hear your heartbeat now, and the tiny gasps you make trying to remember how to breathe. How he has the capacity to do this to you, you have no idea.
“What if that is not what I want to tell you?” Your left hand leaves his hair to travel down his shoulder, keeping your forehead pressed against his and glancing down to look at his bare chest again.
“You cannot, we cannot.” He tells you firmly. “You do not know me.”
“I know enough.” You whisper, lips almost touching his. You should not be doing this, hells you should not even have hugged him earlier. It is so improper so scandalous, if anyone saw what was transpiring here…
But there is no one here except him. And Hunter makes you feel like there is no one else in the world.
You’re not sure if it’s you moving first or if it is him, or maybe it is both of you finally giving up on trying to be proper.
Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99 kisses you like it is the last thing he will ever do. It’s uncoordinated, and you’re more firm than you meant to be, but you can’t get enough of him now. His mouth is breathy and warm against your own, and the feeling of stubble against your smooth skin sets you alight. You become obsessed with the feeling, the way it pulls at your soul, like something is finally free.
“Hunter…” His name flies through your lips as you try to remember how to breathe. He pulls away at the feel of your voice on his mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asks sincerely, his nose pressed into your face and he tries to remain as close as possible to you. You shake your head ‘no’ as best you can.
“Need to hear you say it.” He mumbles, and you go dizzy feeling him talk against your lips, but not kissing them again.
“I think I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me again.” You tell him, relishing the smile on his face.
“Don’t worry gorgeous, I've got you.”
He kisses you hungrier this time, like he is more sure of himself. A small lick up with his tongue has you opening your mouth, trying to get more of him closer to you. You’re worried you’re hurting him the way your fingers scrunch those stunning brown locks of his. But all Hunter does in response is pull you closer via the arm that's wrapped around your waist.
You realize very quickly that the sergeant runs his mouth when he’s not over thinking everything. While you are overcome with pushing your lips onto his again, to feel the warmth from him, every time he breaks from you, Hunter starts mumbling.
“Beautiful...” You don’t let him finish catching his breath before kissing him again. “At jate par ni.” A phrase he repeats a few times that you do not understand. Too good for me.
You are both panting against each other by the end of it. Pressing your forehead against his, your eyes stay closed, still basking in the feelings from moments before.
He pulls away from you all too soon. Turning away with one hand on his hip and the other feeling his mouth.
“That was a mistake.” He speaks before he thinks. And you become aware of how cold it is outside.
“What did I do wrong?” A small voice asks him, he can see cracks starting to form within you. Where your heart realizes again you care for someone who might not care for you the same way.
You are a clone. Hunter’s head tells him. You will never be enough for someone like her. You won’t even come close. Who in their right mind would ever choose a clone traitor over a coruscanti lord?
Best to save himself the pain now.
“What did I do?” You call into the air when he begins to walk away, before walking after him.
“That.” He tells you roughly, “Should not have happened. It was a momentary lapse in judgment. Nothing more.” He’s become that man again, the one that you met first. The kind of man that ignores the tears that gather in your eyes.
“But I thought…” You’re so cold all of a sudden, having ended up on the stairs down to the rest of the ship. It’s happening again, you’re going to be left alone, with no one.
“Pick yourself up before the crew wakes. You might be able to get away with this at home, but on my ship, we have things to do.” It might kill him to say those words, and it might shatter his heart when you firmly shove him away so you can get past. Hands scratching and clutching at the tops of your arms, your galaxy crashing around you.
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thebaddestbatch · 16 hours ago
For season 2 of The Bad Batch I would like all of the guys in tank tops at some point please. Sleeping, working on the ship, idc. Just… tank tops.
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alasion-art · 5 months ago
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Bad Batch 💥
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thememerman · 2 months ago
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me whenever a clone laughs or fires a blaster or rests their helmets under their arms or runs their hand through their hair or winks or comforts their brothers or tells a joke or scrunches their nose or lies really terribly or rolls their eyes or breathes or just. me when clones
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gaylucanis · 4 months ago
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Echo, i feel like he thinks about a lot
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bucketfvcker · 5 months ago
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Just found out Echo is an inch taller than the rest of his brothers he really said
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ren-fangirls · 5 months ago
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Echo & text posts.
+ Bonus:
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Tech Wrecker Omega Hunter Crosshair Pt.1 Crosshair Pt.2
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brittandbiscuits · 3 months ago
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Leave him be, he’s got a big headache.
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dailyrex · a month ago
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theballerinajedi · 5 months ago
I have spent the last 9 hours rewatching Echo holding Omega. 🥺❤️
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The way she wraps her arms around him immediately!🤧
How he hoists her up on his hip. He has no hesitation in holding her! You just know he was saying “I got you, kid.”
Their relationship dynamic is one of my favorites because they equally look out for each other. He’s always right there for her. You see how she’s soften his harden exterior. He’s so good with her. From target practice, to acknowledging her toys, to explaining things, and calming her down and keeping her focused at the task at hand. Noticing when things are triggering her. Making sure she doesn’t get into trouble. And now this layer of physical contact of holding her! 😭
I just really love them. That is all.
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peachpatrols · 6 months ago
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new besties alert and they’re ready to cause trouble on purpose
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lukeishope · 4 months ago
One thing about the clones that I’ve always really loved and thought was kind of funny is that many of them would have what a lot of people would consider “abnormal” names like Matchstick, Trauma, Cutup… one of the clones is called Droidbait for crying out loud (Droidbait my beloved),,, But then there are a few clones who have completely normal names like Cameron and I think that’s beautiful <3
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bbqfish · a month ago
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Day six: Favorite Location
The little corner in Force 99′s quarters, where Tech’s bed and Echo’s hammock are located.  Hammock is always a fun and friendly choice for interior design, and I love this nice resting area for Echo is so close to Tech’s.  It brings some comfortable feeling to think they as best buddies and have cozy conversation while not out for missions.  Kamino is always raining and cloudy, but with friends near by, weather seems doesn’t matter anymore.
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arcjesse · a month ago
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I did it! Unwhitewashed Echo for your enjoyment!
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thememerman · 5 months ago
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This is one of my absolute favorite stills because it looks like Echo is about to wallop Fives to within an inch of his life and what makes it even better is that I can 100% see it happening canonically
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minniethemoocherda · 8 months ago
Echo this episode be like:
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transformersluna · 6 months ago
Just a silly little animation that has helped keep me sane this week.
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jvanrijnart · 8 months ago
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Just some doodles of Omega trying to be like her big brothers 💕 I love her and I think she’s adorable, but it doesn’t look like Crosshair shares my opinion lol
EDIT: so my intention for the last picture was for Omega to be asking crosshair to teach her to shoot and he’s all like ‘naw go away kid’ but everyone seems to think he’s covering her eyes so she doesn’t see him sniping someone and honestly either interpretation works for me ✌🏻
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darthbooks · a month ago
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alasion-art · 6 months ago
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Alternate future Omega Ω
When you're a little more than inspired by a certain missing member of your found family 😪 (and your identical brother).
Alternate future Omega design! Mandalorian-esq armour rather than the clone trooper mix up of the other design.
My first design is Gordon Ramsay with kids vibe and this design is Gordon Ramsay with adults vibe.
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