#tcw echo x reader

[littlemissmanga]

Tell Me

A while back I wrote this post about how Echo teases in bed. I was revisiting that thot and then, instead of working on one of my 17 WIPs, this happened.

I regret nothing.

Pairing: Echo x F!Reader

Warning: Spicy, very spicy: Dirty talk, slight dom/sub if you squint, praise kink, teasing, fingering, p in v.

W/C: 1,147

Divider by rain-on-kamino

Minors DNI, 18+ only

You're cradled in the crook of Echo's arm, your hands trailing back and forth against his torso as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear, all the things he imagined doing to you.

The anticipation is electric, holding your body taut as Echo moves his hand over your skin, hovering just high enough to not touch you. A whine escapes you as your desperation overwhelms you.

Echo tuts before pressing a kiss to your temple. "You know better, gorgeous. Use your words if you want something."

You whine again, breathing out a barely audible "Touch." Stars, you sound so pathetic. But you are. You need Echo to touch you, to make good on every promise he made earlier.

"Touch? You want to touch me?"

You shake your head harshly, a correction on the tip of your tongue. But the words die there as Echo's palm brushes so close as it passes your nipple you swear your feel a phantom pressure. You keen, arching up in hope to feel the warmth from his hand on your stiffened peak, straining to close the last of that gap ... only to have Echo move away, his chest trembling with laughter at your clear disappointment.

"I need an answer, cyare."

Holding Echo's expectant gaze, you take a deep, steadying breath, calming yourself down enough to ask the way you knew he wanted. "I need you to touch me. Please, Echo."

While Echo's smile always gave you butterflies, the dark glint in his eyes makes your stomach drop.

"Good girl."

The praise rakes through you, almost as satisfying as this hand finally taking hold of your breast, his thumb running over your nipple.

"Is this what you need?" he asks, his calloused fingertips scraping over the soft surface deliciously before he squeezes, the flesh spilling between his fingers.

"More," you moan, pushing yourself into his touch.

"More?" Echo chuckles deep in his throat as he presses his lips to yours. "You're a needy little thing, aren't you?

You kissed him back greedily, wanting to drink in every ounce of him. But a quick nip to your bottom lip pulled your attention back to his question.

"Yes. Need you. Need your fingers."

Heat courses through you at Echo's responding growl. His hand leaves your breast to nudge your knees apart, trailing up your thigh before teasing your slit.

"So wet," he groans in appreciation, slipping two fingers into you with ease. You gasp as he fills you, rolling your hips to push them deeper. The motion catches Echo's attention, his eyes glued to where his fingers disappear inside you. "That's my good girl, take what you need."

Your cunt clenches around him, and a shit eating grin breaks out on Echo's face.

"Oh? What was that for?" he asks, slowing his pace, much to your dismay.

You try to roll your hips faster to keep that sweet friction where you need it most, but he is one step ahead, curling over you to use his weight to hold you still. You whine and writhe against him, letting your frustration be known.

"Tell me and I'll give you what you want." Echo bargains. You curl into him, burying your heated face in the crook of his shoulder, but Echo won't let you hide. With a 'tisk,' he removes his fingers from your heat, the sensation tearing a cry from your throat as his hand slips between you to press against your chest, forcing you to lay back. His pupils are blown as his eyes hold yours.

"Was it 'good girl?'" he asks, spreading your slick from your sternum to your chin as he brings his hand up to grasp it. "Or did you like me telling you to take what you need?"

You know Echo loves this part, watching how you lose all control with just the right words. And he's always in awe of how filthy those same words sound coming back in your voice. But he was just at adept at weaponizing silence. And right now, as he let his stare weigh heavy in expectation, that silence was a blaster to your back, compelling you to fight past your lust-fueled daze to answer him.

"'My,'" you croaked. "You said 'my good girl. I ... I like being yours."

For a moment, you wondered if he heard you. Echo doesn't move, doesn't react, doesn't breathe long enough for you to get a little nervous.

"Echo?"

Your quiet whisper is met with fierce passion as Echo crashes his lips to yours, sucking your bottom lip harshly as he slides his arm from where it supported you so he could roll to over over you.

His hips spread your legs wider as he grinds his hard cock into your wetness. You keen into him and press closer.

"You like being mine?" he growls as the head of his cock catches your clit.

You hiss out a "Yessss," knowing he won't continue if you don't respond.

Echo pulls his hips back and lines himself at your entrance.

"Mine. My girl." Slowly, he pushes inside you, your walls stretching gently around his hardness. "My gorgeous girl takes me so well."

His hand presses down on your pelvis, his thumb circling your clit. "Isn't that right? Tell me."

"Yes!" you shout, back arching at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so deliciously as lightening zaps through you with every swipe of his thumb. "Made for you. Made to take you."

Echo begins thrusting in earnest, matching pace with his ministrations on your clit.

You feel that familiar hot coil tightening deep in your core. It's intoxicating and you need more. Need to reach that peak and let it snap.

Reaching up, you run your nails over Echo's back, pulling him forward so he leaned against his scomp, his weight settling more firmly on you. The new angle pushed him deeper into you and you feel your cunt flutter around him.

"Made to make you feel good," you moan into his ear, smiling when he shudders against you. "Need to make you feel good, too."

"Fuck!" His hand grabs your hip, holding you tight and steady as he takes you at a pace that leaves you breathless. "Come for me then, cyare."

The drag of his cock twists that coil almost painfully tight inside you. You crave the release, the fall that only Echo could give you and with a few more thrusts, you shatter. You can feel your muscles tense, but all you can focus on is the starlight ricocheting through you.

Distantly, you register feeling Echo's hip's stutter before the warmth of his release coats you. Unable to open your eyes or catch your breath just yet, you curl into him as he settles at your side.

Echo's arm drapes over you, holding you to him as his lips brush your hairline.

"That's my good girl."

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#tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #spicy fic #tcw echo x reader

[sailorkamino]

i saw that requests are open, so could i request your headcanons about the bad batch reacting to a unexpected love confession from their crush (the reader)? ❤️🥰

you confess [bad batch]

relationships: gn reader x bad batch

warnings: inexperienced clones, jealous cross, insecurities, some internalized ableism (echo)

a/n: my first bad batch request! thank you so much!

crosshair

• cross will flirt with you all the time but when you confess he shut downs (like that brooklyn 99 episode where adrien is super flirty but when rosa asks him out he runs away)

• cross doesn't take your feelings seriously bc he doesn't see himself as lovable :(

• he rather keep you at a distance than be hurt when you eventually leave

• i think this fear is why he starts fights with regs, he rejects them before he can be rejected

• besides you're a liability, cross already has to keep his stupid siblings alive, he doesn't need another loved one distraction

• it might take seeing you flirt with someone else for him to admit his feelings

• i know that's low key toxic but so is crosshair so it works out

• within a second you're being pinned against the closest wall, long fingers squeezing your hips

echo

• echo's feelings are very obvious (he treats you like royalty ffs) but he never considers confessing

• his insecurities have convinced him that you could never feel the same way

• so when you do it feels too good to be true

• he's so expressive, you might as well just told him he'd won the lottery

• he doesn't understand why choose him when he has a million brothers with the same face and no baggage

• "because they're not you"

• you have to reassure him when it comes to his body

• "i like your prosthetics. they make me feel safe. like nothing can hurt me when i'm with you."

• your health/safety is echo's main priority so to hear you see him a protector >>>>

• thats when it becomes real for echo: the person of my dreams wants me

• he's instantly pulling you into him, kissing your check and showering you in mando'a compliments

hunter

• hunter first clocked your rapid heart beat around him as nerves

• does he intimidate you? he goes out of his way to be nice as possible but it keeps happening

• at this point he's concerned, he even brings it up to tech

• when he confronts you about your 'health issue' you're embarrassed but it's also funny as hell

• well since you've been called out you might as well shoot your shot

• "i'm love sick" "oh fuck is it treatable?"

• you can't help but laugh at your sweet, dumb, hunk

• "i want to date you, hunter"

• when he's silent you start to apologize but he quickly silences you with a kiss

• "oh sweetheart" he pants when you finally pull away

tech

• tech has a hard time understanding when someones serious vs joking

• so even if he does pick up on your flirting he might think you're kidding

• he's used to being teased by his brothers but no ones ever flirted with him

• when you confess you need to be very straight forwards

• "i like you romantically, tech" "...why?"

• he's not fishing for compliments, he genuinely wants to know your thought process

• tech, much like crosshair, is confused bc he doesn't see himself as boyfriend material

• in turn, he begans listing off everything he likes about you

• you actually have to cut him off because he won't stop-

• "i'm infatuated with you as well"

wrecker

• everyone knows about wrecker's feelings except for wrecker

• he's never had a crush before, or even a friend that's not a sibling, so he doesn't recognize the feeling

• but his crush is visible from space

• he considers you his best friend and wants to be with you all the time

• he will do anything for your attention (even share the good rations)

• when you first confess it goes over his head because you guys already have a really affectionate friendship

• "i like you" "aw i like you too" "no i mean i like you more than a friend" "like a best friend?" "no like i want to kiss you!"

• he stares at you in shock with those big puppy eyes, "you can kiss me. like all the time if you want"

• so you do

• he sweeps you off your feet and spins you around, almost knocking out poor tech who happens to walk by

• "TECH! WE'RE DATING!"

#clone wars #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb echo #tbb echo x reader #tcw echo #tcw echo x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tbb wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #arc trooper echo x reader #arc trooper echo #sergeant hunter

[arctrooper69]

Training For Failure

A/N: I just needed a pep talk from Echo today. (Also, I love soft!Echo fics with all my heart, but I think sometimes people forget that he used to be a badass ARC Trooper and still very much has that vibe going on when he's not playing Mom to Omega 😂)

Warnings: Tough Love from Echo. Reader is feeling bad about themselves.

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"Come on, keep up!" Echo called out, glancing over his shoulder to see you jogging several paces behind him.

You gave him a thumbs up and a grin to hide the fact that you were dying inside. Or at least that's what it felt like. Were lungs supposed to hurt like this? With every strained inhale, the chilly morning air burned it's way through your chest.

Echo jogged in place, watching as you ran over to him, breathing heavily. He clapped you on the shoulder. "You're doing good so far!" He encouraged. "Here, drink." He tossed you a water bottle giving you a little grin. "Just around this bend and we'll be done our warm-up."

You choked on the water, spilling a mouth full down the front of your shirt.

"Wait, this is just a warm-up?" You panted in disbelief.

Echo chuckled, "Yeah, like I told you yesterday. We jog to the training gym, go a few rounds, and then walk back."

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, resting your hands on your knees to help soothe your screaming lungs.

"You okay?" Echo put a hand on your back, looking at you, brows upturned with concern.

Nodding, you gave him a thumbs up. " I'm good!" You gave him a grin and stood up quickly. A sudden wave of dizziness hit you out of nowhere and you stumbled to the side. Echo grabbed your upper arm, keeping you upright.

"Whoa! Hey, take it easy now. Hands on top of your head."

"What, are you arresting me or something?" you jokingly scoffed.

Echo rolled his eyes. "No. It helps the blood circulate better. Helps you catch your breath."

Nodding slowly to avoid worsening your lightheadedness, you obediently rested your palms on top of your sweaty hair. As weird as it sounded, it did help. Slowly the ache in your lungs began to let up, your breaths came more easily and the dizziness abated.

Kriff, you were out of shape. A heavy feeling of shame settled in your core, replacing the sharp sting of laboured breathing.

"Sorry for slowing you down," you mumbled, looking down at your feet. What had you been thinking when you asked Echo to help you train? You were so not going to survive this. "Maybe you'd get a better work-out on your own without me. I'd just kriff it up anyway."

Echo stiffened, "No. Stop." You looked up at him in confusion. His eyes were sharp and serious as though they could see straight through you. It was the same look he had on the battlefield. The look of a leader.

"Look at me." He gripped your shoulders between his flesh hand and scomp link.

"I am." You avoided eye contact.

"No," he moved the tip of his scomp arm beneath your chin, bringing your eyes up to meet his.

"Listen, I don't want to hear that kind of talk." He said firmly. "The only way to get good is to keep going."

You swallowed and looked away feeling a little intimidated and embarrassed. Echo pulled you back so that you met his eyes once more.

"I can guarantee that if you keep thinking you'll fail, then you will fail. I know it's hard and sometimes it hurts but you have to stick with it."

"I can't...." you whispered feeling defeated. Tears clouded your vision, threatening to fall.

"You can." Echo reprimanded. "You can and you will. You're strong." He paused, thinking for a moment, and sighed.

"It does help though, when you have a partner - someone who can motivate you and push you to your limits."

He paused again, breaking eye contact for a fraction of a second. "My brother Fives was that person for me."

He met your eyes again.

"Our squad - Domino Squad - almost didn't make it though training. We failed every simulation. We couldn't work as a team and even the instructors said we'd never make it; that we were failures. I started to believe them because what they wanted from us seemed impossible. I wanted to give up. But Fives wouldn't let me. Fives believed in us - he believed in me. 'We will not train for failure' he told us. He pushed us hard, dragging us all out of our bunks to practice again and again and again. Until finally we made it. Fives was right. We don't train for failure. We train to better ourselves and therefore to better our brothers - our squad."

"I didn't know that," you said softly, wiping your eyes, "I guess I could use a friend like that." Echo nodded.

"Fives was that person for me. I will be that person for you. I will not allow you to fail. Yes, you'll make mistakes, you'll fall on your ass more times that you can count but that's not failure. You only fail if you give up. Failure is a choice."

Echo's voice radiated confidence. You could almost feel it invading your own skin and bleeding into your bones. No wonder they made him an ARC Trooper. He was stern when he needed to be, confident in his abilities, and adaptable to whatever situation was thrown at Clone Force 99.

In addition to all that, Echo was compassionate. He truly cared for his teammates and for that you were glad - for that and everything else, you loved him.

"So what do you say we finish off this work-out?"

You nodded your head, giving him a small smile. "Sir, yes sir!"

Echo grinned, squeezing your shoulder. "Good. Then wipe your face and follow me."

You took a deep breath and began to run, keeping pace with Echo. "And I know a great smoothie place we can hit afterwards."

"Sounds like a plan."

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[taska-rokanh]

Star Wars Masterlist

Prequels

Nothing yet

The Clone Wars

Good Night - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Attachment - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Overprotective - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (coming soon)

Fives drabble

Shattered Stars Masterlist (series featuring OCs)

The Bad Batch

Snowkissed - Crosshair x Reader

Standalone Movies/Shows

Georgia - Cassian Andor Drabble

Rebels

Something in the works!

Originals

The Mandalorian/TBOBF/Ahsoka Shows

Nothing yet

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[kaminocasey]

BAAAABE!!!! 700 ALREADY!???!

Congratulations!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

Clearly people known where to go for top shelf fics!

May I please request:

2. “I think I might be in love with you.”

With ARC Echo x g/n reader?

Something sweet, a little steamy, and full of feels, if that strikes your fancy?

Thank youuuu darling!!!!!!

😘😘😘😘😘

THANK YOU STEPH!!!! YOU'RE THE SWEETEST AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! I'm so grateful to have you as a friend!! <3 Also, I love thinking about Arc Echo. I hope this portrayed something sweet, a little steamy, and full of feels??

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Nudity, Sexual themes?, Fluff for sure.

WC: 900

A/N: I promise that I'm gonna start seriously working on the follower celebration requests!! <3 Very excited about them!!!

“Echo. Wake up.” You murmur, looking at your holoclock on the wall.

Kix had told you if you were late again, he’d make sure that you didn’t see the field for at least a month. And you couldn’t have that. You preferred to be in the field so you could keep better tabs on your partner’s wellbeing. 

“We’re going to be late.” You groan, throwing yourself out of bed.

“Five more minutes.” Echo rolls over. 

Looking down at his sleepy form, you can’t help but smile. The sun is shining perfectly through the blinds in your room, casting a glow over Echo’s tan skin. Unable to help yourself, you climb back into bed and pepper a line of kisses up his warm back until you get to his shoulder. 

He hums under your touch. “More please.”

You roll your eyes, amused. “Greedy.” 

He rolls over, pulling you into his arms, grinning at you. “You’re so pretty.” 

“You’re just saying that so we don’t get out of bed for five more minutes.” You kiss his chest. 

He pulls your chin up toward him so he can kiss your lips. You would absolutely stay in bed with Echo all day if you could. Unfortunately, you two had way too much going on for you to just call in sick. Though, that idea will remain in the back of your mind for another day.

“You’re absolutely right.” He smirks.

Climbing on top of him, sliding your hands up his chest, one of your hands sliding over his handprint tattoo on one side and the other hand sliding over his domino tattoo on the other side, you start to go to cup his face but he sits up and wraps his arms around you, your naked bodies pressing together. Echo crushes his lips to yours and you sigh into it, melting instantly.

“I’d do this all day if I could.” He murmurs. 

“I know, me too.” You whisper against his lips. 

The way that you crave him couldn’t be considered normal, right? It’s like your body stays on constant alert for him. The moment that you’re near him, you feel calm again. 

“What if we call-” He tries.

“Nope. Too late.” You shake your head. 

“Ugh.” He pouts and you can’t help but let out a soft laugh as you kiss his pouty lips.

“What if I promise to cook you dinner tonight?” You ask, trying to make it better so he’ll get out of bed.

“Will you do it naked?” He smirks, running his warm calloused hands up your bare back. 

“Absolutely not.” You roll your eyes. “That’s such a safety hazard.” 

“Such a medic answer.” He groans, playfully.

It’s true. You’re constantly weighing the outcome of things, safety-wise.

“Do you have any idea how many accidents could happen in a kitchen? Adding nudity to the mix-” You start to lecture him.

“Hey, hey. I was just kidding.” He grins at you before peppering your bare chest with soft kisses. 

“Yeah well… your inability to think about the safety of things is such an arc trooper thing to-” You start to argue with him but he quickly flips you over on your back and starts kissing you to shut you up.

Unfortunately, it works because your whole brain goes fuzzy like it always does when it comes to Echo kissing you. You’ve been in love with this man since the first time you ever fixed him up in the med tent on his first campaign as an arc trooper. 

Still not having told Echo that you love him, scared of him telling you that he’s not ready for something so serious, you keep your feelings to yourself. 

The way that he holds you and looks at you, though, always has you wondering if he may feel the same way.

“You’re so beautiful.” He nudges his nose against your jaw.

“You are.” You look at him, seriously. 

You mean it. He’s so fucking pretty, you’ll never not want to look at him. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours, you can’t look away from him. 

It’s as if something changes between you two. 

“What is it-” You start to ask.

“I think I might be in love with you.” He admits, a little rushed.

“You think?” You quirk an eyebrow up.

“I am. I don’t know why I said ‘think’... I’m definitely in love with you.” He smiles, slightly shyly, like he was the first day you met, but with a hint of confidence.

He means it. 

“I’m in love with you.” You tell him, never having been more sure of anything in your life. 

Echo was the only person you’ve ever wanted like this. No one could ever possibly compare. It just isn’t possible. He’s the sun that you wake up for every single morning, and to him you’re the moon that he wants to come home for every single night. 

“You mean that?” He whispers.

“I wish there were more words to convey just how in love with you I am… Perhaps they’ve not been written yet.” You look into his eyes, trying to will him to understand just how much you belong to him.

“Cyare…” He murmurs before crushing his lips to yours again.

Maybe you and Echo could call in late just this one time. You have a feeling that whatever consequence you face back at work would be worth it. 

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[stardusthuntress]

A Gala-ctic Evening (Part 1)

ARC Echo x female!reader 

(Part 2)

Word Count: ~6.5k (idk what happened, it got away from me!) 

Summary: Echo and the classic ‘Night at the Gala’ trope. What a fun way to start a relationship with a sweet, flirty trooper like Echo? Corporal, ‘fix it all and flirt the whole way’ is your date for tonight, how far will the night take you? 

TW: reader is wearing a dress/jumpsuit that is fitted to a stereotypical female body shape, but reader is not described in detail; Lots of fun teasing and flirty moments with our favorite ARC trooper; let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: had to try my hand at this classic trope, and who better to go with than Echo? This one got away from me… it’s like 14 pages, and ~2-3 times as long as my usual fics… and it will also have a part 2 that gets smutty. No minors allowed! 18+ only! I've been meaning to post part of this for ages, but last weekend was the local con - so much star wars, it was so nice to be around fellow nerds again - and time raced past me. So enjoy this extra-long lead-up to the Echo smut that will be part 2!

Mando'a translations: Mesh'la = beautiful

Echo dividers by @/djarrex, hyperspace banners are my own

Hunter turned when Echo stopped mid-sentence. That wasn’t like Echo. But he quickly realized Echo wasn’t likely to ever finish his statement. He was busy trying to remember how to talk and not gawk. She had just entered the room and Echo’s attention was glued to her. Echo could barely remember how to breathe. 

She was wearing a gorgeous blue dress, and Echo was captivated. 

The dress was two toned, The bottom layer was a rich, midnight blue. The top, a color near and dear to his heart, 501st blue! Rich royal blue in color, it was slightly shimmery, and covered in swirling stars, giving her the appearance of an ethereal goddess of the night in his eyes. This one looked soft, and made him want to reach out for her even more than he already did. Which was quite a lot, especially considering how the rest of the dress complimented her figure. 

His eyes quickly trailed across her, taking in all the details that just accentuated how beautiful she was to him. The sleeveless, plunging neckline, the way the fabric wrapped tightly round her lower waist so it flared out over her hips flowing serenly to the floor with a long slit up one leg. Paired with heels that kept her ankles as an angle that made Echo wish he could feel her soft feet pressing into his back at that same angle as she wrapped her legs around him 

He couldn’t quite tell if the bottom half was shaped more like a skirt or like pants, but it did things to him either way! 

But his favorite detail was a delicate white belt that adorned her middle, with an engraved buckle… emblazoned with the shape of a handprint! HIS handprint! 

She couldn’t have know that though, could she? The Bad Batch didn’t know it. They’d never seen his old armor. Except maybe Tech while doing his research on Echo’s past. But she joined the 99th after him. Did she know? 

Echo didn’t have time to think it over, his mind was a little too distracted. In the mirror behind her, he can see her back exposed. The dress wrapped over her shoulders, and crossed at the top of her back, and wrapping to cross again at the front of her waist this time, just beneath her breasts and across her stomach, accentuating the shape of her breasts and waist, while leaving her mid to lower back open. 

Echo was in trouble, there was no way he would be able to take his eyes off of her all night long. Forget searching for the target, he was going to have to guard her with everything he had. She’d be the envy of all. 

He became vaguely aware she was beginning to look nervous. 

“Do I look ok?” She asked, worry in her voice and painting her features. 

“You look stunning Mesh’la [beautiful]! Your belt just reminded me of something. That’s all.”  

She relaxes significantly, smiling a dangerous smile and stepping closer. Echo held his ground. He wasn’t about to back away from a gorgeous woman, especially not one he’d been pining over from a distance for so long. He still didn’t believe his brothers that she wanted him. Not even Rex could convince him of it. 

She placed her hand upon his chest, right where the handprint from Rex had once decorated his chest plate. 

He subconsciously puffed out his chest, watching her closely. 

“I liked your handprint,” she whispered. 

He nearly melted into a puddle and disappeared through the floor grates with that. She stood before him in his old colors, with his signifying handprint on her waist, in a dress that revealed so much more of her than he had yet been lucky enough to see. He was doing his best to regulate his own breathing, but even his ARC training was no match for a gorgeous woman who was doing everything she could to playfully tease him. 

With a shaky breath he finally let him consider that his brothers might have been right about her after all. He hadn’t been sure before, but he was starting to take the hint now! 

She’d given up on subtlety. Echo didn’t believe he was worthy of love like hers anymore… and she was going to prove him wrong. She loved him. 

Echo sighed, his eyes trailed to the floor. “I was a whole man back then. You deserve better than whatever I am now.” 

“You’re a whole man now too. Lots of people get mods. I should take you to Tatooine some time and show you the mod parlors there. Maybe they have a better solution for the chronic pain you’ve been dealing with.” She countered, without missing a beat. 

Still looking at the floor, Echo was suddenly aware that at this angle, he couldn’t miss the fact that her hand still rested on his chest.  Wanting to drag out the moment just a little bit longer, he placed his hand over hers, and just held her hand to his chest for a moment. 

As he looked at her hand resting on his chest, his gaze began to drift to her wrist, and up her arm, to the rest of her. The outfit she wore complimented her shape well, he thought. 

“This looks really good on you,” he told her, eyes lingering on the way it hugged her waist and flowed around her as she moved. 

She smiled, “Thanks! It has pockets!” And she stuffed her free hand into a pocket to show it off. 

Echo smiled back, and laughed at her enthusiasm. 

Behind him, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair entered the room. Tech was already part way through explaining how his ingenious proximity data wiping device worked. Crosshair had several clothing bags slung over his shoulder. He silently thrust one at Echo. 

“Your turn, Echo!” Wrecker bellowed. “If we did everything right, it should match hers!” He pointed proudly at her. “Woah!” Wrecker realized she was already ready to go. “I thought you were pretty in just normal stuff already, but this is really pretty!” 

“Aww, thanks, Wreck!” She replied. “I haven't even put on any makeup yet.” 

Echo’s scomp brushed her chin and tilted her face upwards towards his own. His eyes raked her features with a respectful hunger, tracing from her cheeks, to the graceful swoop of her hair, to her nose, lips, and back to her eyes. 

“You don’t need makeup, Mesh’la,” his voice was quiet, “nothing can compare with you on a normal day anyways,” 

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, at a loss for words. Echo smirked. He liked being the reason she was rendered speechless. 

Tech’s final round mission briefings continued, and he turned to the pair, seemingly none the wiser to what was going on as his head was still clearly in his datapad. “Now, this will likely require any and all types of stall tactics to get enough passes to wipe the data without allowing the target to catch onto anyone. You two,” he points to Echo and the woman still standing just a little too close for friends “will be paired together to increase the likelihood of one of them being able to wipe the data while the other stalls the target. Hunter and Crosshair will also be in attendance, individually. I shall monitor from here, and Wrecker will be the getaway driver, ready to get you all out should anything go wrong, or awaiting the end of party signal for the multiple, individual pick ups at the end. I shall provide you all with earpieces when you are ready to go.” And he shuffles off, attention already on the workstation that he will be using to hack into the security system of the lavish residence. 

The boys disperse to dress, and she takes a few moments to step into the fresher and finish up, but inspired by Echo’s compliments, manages to stick to only a little bit of makeup for this evening. But she couldn’t resist a dark lipstick, just for something a little different and fun. 

A few moments later, Echo appears in the doorway to the fresher. His collar popped, and an untied bow tie draped over his shoulders. “Uhhhh, do you think you could give me a hand with this? I seem to be short one too many to figure this out.” He sighs, and finally looks up. His eyes widen, “Stars! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” 

She smiles and giggles, and Echo is mesmerized. 

Her attention turns to the blue fabric Echo was struggling with. He watches as she takes one in each hand, and uses them to teasingly tug him a little closer before tying it into a bowtie quickly and skillfully. She lets her hands linger on his chest, playing with the royal blue lapels that matched her own gown, enjoying how he once again, subconsciously puffs his chest out a bit at her touch. 

“Woah, guess I came to the right person,” he mutters. “Thank you.” He mental shakes himself, and his suave, flirty side reappears as he scoops up one of her hands in his, and brings it to his lips to kiss. “Is there anything these beautiful hands can’t do?” He asks. 

“Well, they could do to be a little softer. I do spend a lot of time working with power tools and utilizing my meager self-defense skills.” 

He rubs a thumb over her fingers. “They’re still remarkably soft, my Starlight. And if it’s self-defense that you feel you’re lacking on, I’d be happy to train you… if… that was… something you wanted, Gorgeous.” 

The thought of sparring together, glistening with sweat, and taking turns slamming each other into the mat with deliberate, drawn out touches, and the chance to hear what the other sounds like when breathing heavy and maybe even catch a few moans, if they’re lucky, distracts them both. Unbenounced to them, they’re drifting closer together. 

“That would actually really help,” she muttered, distracted by how close Echo is standing. 

“You’ve got it, Mesh’la. We can start tomorrow if you’re up for it?” He suggests. 

“Sounds like a plan,” she returns. “But for tonight, we should head on our way. We don’t want to get there after the target, and have to listen to Hunter’s lecture about punctuality tomorrow, would we?” 

She’s here on behalf of the senator from Alderaan. That way if anyone recognized Echo’s face (not likely amongst the higher class though) they could easily use the excuse that Senator Organa was hiring clones for his security detachments - which was actually true. He was aware the clones needed homes and had more than adequate training to serve as royal and senatorial guards. And he gave them wonderful salaries. In fact, he insisted on paying up front for this mission at double the rate that had been suggested, and buying all the attendees custom outfits because “that’s what privileged senators do for good friends”. And then he promised Echo that should he ever need repairs or adjustments for his mods, he was welcome on Alderaan and would be seen by the same doctor as the royal family. And should any of the clones need medical care - since they were not covered by imperial medical care they could not go to most medical facilities - he had a secret medical facility that would accommodate them. 

It wasn’t long before the speeder pulled up to the scene of the party, as Wrecker dropped them off, Echo made haste to step out first and reach out his hand to help her out of the speeder. She smiled up at him, and he beamed back. As she stepped out, a cool breeze came up, and he could see the goosebumps forming on her arms and shoulders. Instinctively, he pulled her towards him a little more, to shield her from the wind. Wanting to get her inside quickly, he nodded at Wrecker, who gave him a thumbs up, and then returned his attention to the road, as he pulled away. 

Echo turned back to his companion for the night. She stood next to him, nervously watching the guests enter. Echo shifted to her other side, so he could gently place his real hand on the exposed skin of her lower back to both reassure her and warm her up. He knew the metal of his scomp link would be cold, and she still had goosebumps. Besides, he needed to feel her skin on his own. Just this once. 

“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” He was determined to wipe the nerves off her face before they entered. 

She looked up at him, brow knitted, only to find a calm steadiness looking back. 

“No need to rush it. We are here, whenever you are ready.” His voice was comforting and even. 

Tech had tried to convince her to take this mission alone, but she had refused, requesting a partner. Echo had volunteered without hesitation. Any chance to support her he jumped at. 

She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on him, and letting the exhale sweep away as much of the dread as she could muster. 

They entered the gala to find a setting more luxurious than either of them had ever seen. Tall pillars lined the hallway, leading to a grandiose ballroom. Gold filigree and mirrors decorated everything. As they entered the ballroom, they could see that the pillars continued around the main dance floor, and up through three more floors that looked out over the dance floor and out over the extensive gardens that set a stunning backdrop behind the orchestra. It seemed like every exterior wall here was more window than wall. 

They exchanged glances, making an effort not to gawk too much. But both of them feeling out of their element. Used to armor and battlefields, dance floors with slow concertos for waltzing was a complete 180 from their normal. 

Echo’s eyes drifted easily back from the ballroom to the gorgeous woman on his arm, and smiled. Still the most beautiful thing in the room, he decided. He watched as her eyes drifted to the fourth floor, following her gaze to the glass ceiling and dark ambience up there, allowing guests to see the stars with less distraction from music. He looked back at her. 

“That seems like a good place to start, my Starlight. Likely candidate for someone wanting to hide away and smuggle data into the wrong hands unseen.” 

She looked up and him and smiled. “Oh Echo, ever the clever ARC. I’ll follow you, these shoes don’t exactly allow me to do much else.”

He spared a quick glare at her shoes, as though his stern soldier’s stare could convince an inanimate object to change it’s ways. And gently lead her away from the stairs and towards the transparisteel lift, like he’d been doing this all his life. 

They both gaped at the room as the lift doors opened and they found themselves on the periphery of what appeared to be a personal museum, owned by whoever was throwing this lavish party. Each object of interest lit from below with red light. 

“Red light,” she whispered as they perused the items “smart idea. Red light allows the eye to adjust to lower light levels in night-like environments and still be able to see what is lit without hurting the eye. Old astronomy trick.” 

Echo smiled. He loved finding topics she had random bits of trivia on, it was his clue that he’d found a topic that was interesting enough for her to dig into in her spare time. While he would sit and read up on reg manuals (so they wouldn’t be caught unawares the next time they had to infiltrate an Imperial base, of course), she would often sit and research with him. And now he knew just a little more of what she was researching at his side. 

He could feel her ever so slightly tugging them towards the telescopes near the window. She likely wasn’t even aware that she was pulling him in that direction. So he took the initiative and slowly but deliberately lead her to the telescope in the far corner. Besides, neither Tech nor Crosshair had seen their target arrive, so what was the harm in letting her heart lead them around for a few minutes? Echo relished in the chance to get to know her a little better. 

She bent down and peered through the telescope. He admired the open back on her dress, and the way her hair danced over her shoulders as she did so. He needed to distract himself before he started staring at the way her outfit fit her ass just right, so he hastily asked her a question. “What do you see, my Starlight?” 

She smiled, straightening back up, her cheeks warm as Echo’s new nickname for her sank in. He’d called her that at least twice tonight already, and it was hard not to love such a sweet nickname from a man like him. “Remember that ringed planet Tech pointed out on our way into the system? You should take a look, it’s quite pretty.” 

Echo laughed lightly, “I doubt anything could compare to the Galaxy in front of me right now.” The adoration in his eyes caught her off guard. She blushed and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Echo reaches out and curls a finger beneath her chin to redirect her gaze back up from the floor “Chin up, ‘My Lady’, tonight you are as royal as anyone else here.” 

Her smile was all the motivation Echo needed. His attention slipped to her lips as she did so. 

She caught the movement in his eyes and could feel the tingle of excitement race through her limbs to her core. She straightened up, relaxing her shoulders, tucking her tailbone down, and allowing him to draw her chin upwards. And tossed a confident smirk his way. Echo almost decided to forgo the mission right there. But something in him stopped him. Something that wanted to draw out the teasing and flirting for as long as he could. He didn’t know where this night would lead after they discreetly wiped the data from the disk during the handoff tonight, but he could make this part as fun as possible. And considering the spark of wild confidence he could see stirring in her eyes, she didn’t mind the fun and games one bit. 

“The suspect has arrived” Tech’s voice crackled the comms in their ears to life. 

Her eyes remained trained on Echo’s, and his on hers. 

“Confirmed. They are heading for the bar on level 2,” Crosshair hissed, doing his brotherly best to one up Tech, just a tad. “I’ve got them for now. Echo and y/n are on level 4.” 

“Yes, I see them too,” Tech responded, either oblivious to Crosshair’s competitive streak, or attempting to ignore it. “Though I question whether their attention is really on the mission at hand…” 

She spared a quick, annoyed glance away from Echo’s expressive eyes, at the nearest security camera, before returning to Echo’s captivating gaze. Echo’s eyes lit up as he laughed and wrapped his hand around to the small of her back. 

“The data disk is not up here” she spoke softly, but her voice held the power of royalty. She played her part well, Echo thought. 

“I am merely stating that—“ Tech started, but was cut off as Hunter interjected. 

“—Let ‘em be for now, we just need to know when the target moves.” 

“Yessir” came Tech’s curt, but nonchalant reply. 

Echo’s signature smirk from his 501st days with Fives had returned. And as far as she was concerned, she would make a point to keep it there all night long. He wore it well. 

Echo used the hand on her lower back to guide her towards a table with tall stools near the wall farthest from the stairs. “I thought you might like a chance to sit for a moment, ‘My Starlight’, those heels of yours can’t be comfortable.” 

She smiled and took a seat, glancing around. This spot was farther from the security cameras, Tech couldn’t be as nosy while they sat here. 

“You should sit too, this might be our only chance all night.” 

Two floors down, Crosshair was busy being a brother in a different way. He subtlely bumped into an already tipsy bar patron, who knocked into the tray the bartender was holding, upon which perched an array of drinks, amongst which sat the target’s drink. All of which topped to the floor, and the sticky contents splashed everywhere. The wobbly bar patron apologized profusely to the bartender and Crosshair used the distraction to comm the others. 

“Service is a little slow down here, why don’t you two hold your station up there. Hunter has some time to reach the gardens, those are the most likely locations for the exchange.” 

There was a muffled grunt in Tech’s voice, and distant and poorly suppressed laughter from Wrecker behind h im. It seemed Tech had been about to point out that Crosshair was not going to get his drink any faster when he did that either, but Wrecker had just punched Tech’s shoulder to keep himself from laughing and Tech from delivering his annoyed speech. 

Back up on the fourth floor, she and Echo were admiring the stars and exchanging war stories, and she was attempting to get him to try the slice of decadent cake he had retrieved from a buffet table for her. They spent a solid half an hour chatting and laughing together. 

The comms in their ears crackled to life again as Crosshair cleared his throat. “‘Scuse me,” he muttered, as sounds of shuffling made their way through his transmitter, “yes, four as well.” He must be in the lift, likely with the target. 

She looked up at Echo and raised a brow. He nodded descretely. So that was Crosshair’s signal. How very Crosshair. 

“How about a walk in the gardens, Handsome?” She asked Echo, who nodded with a smile and reached out a hand for her to lean on as she hopped down from the tall bar stool, keeping her on his arm as they walked to wait for the lift. In their ears, Tech read off the amount of data wiped every 10th percentile. 

As the lift doors opened, Crosshair’s eyes met Echo’s. One exchanged glance, and Echo paused. She could feel him bracing for impact. 

“52% data erasure,” Tech whispered. 

As the lift occupants exited, Crosshair feigned a drunken stumble, and knocked into the target as they passed Echo and y/n, clearly sober enough not to spill a single drop of his own drink. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled and walked off. 

Y/n and Echo paused, to ‘help’ the target. 

“Are you alright sir?” She asked. 

“Quite fine, thank you, my dear” the man answered. “My apologies for bumping into you two.” He turned to Echo “didn’t mean to run into you, my good man. Please accept my apologies.” 

“Consider it accepted,” Echo responded. 

“Have a good evening young lovebirds” the man chirped happily, and moseyed off. 

They stepped into the lift and the doors closed behind them. 

“65% data erasure, all large files removed, it should go significantly faster from here. I estimate a maximum of 3 more passes to complete the data erasure process.” Tech supplied. 

Echo added into the quiet of the lift they now had to themselves “Seemed like a nice guy, too bad he’s nice to the wrong people. Doesn’t seem like the type I’d have thought was selling data to our enemies.” 

“I watched him receive the package near the door,” Hunter’s voice joined the conversation. “I don’t think he knows what he’s selling nor who he’s selling it to. Seemed rather oblivious to anything but the credits transferred into his account. He’s just a middle man. A front.” 

“Well at least he’s got enough money to bail himself out when his luck runs out here shortly,” y/n added. 

The doors to the lift opened, and she and Echo exchanged places with Hunter on his way up to level 4. Continuing with the plan to have as many of them rub shoulders with the man as possible to lower the likelihood that he could point a finger at any one person, nor a group of people. 

Out in the cool air of the gardens, Echo could feel his date clinging more tightly to his arm and taking smaller, more deliberate steps. He guided her to a bench, muttering about those damn shoes. 

She laughed. “I’d complain about them myself, but it seems like you have that covered” she giggled as he knelt and gently scooped up her ankle with his scomp so he could remove the troublesome accessory. 

She was supposed to look up, to watch the exchange of places by Hunter and Crosshair and make sure they weren’t spotted by the target, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of how sweet Echo was being as he slipped her heels off, and massaged her feet a bit to loosen the knots he could feel in them. 

She sighed as he rubbed her feet, relaxing and leaning towards Echo as he shifted towards the to place the heels neatly on the bench next to her. 

He’d been half hard all night, especially with the way she’d listened to his stories so intently, asking questions that recognized each of the clones he described as real people worthy of all the same things everyone else in the galaxy took for granted. Not to mention the way she’d been playing footsie with him under the table through the whole thing. Despite having metal lower limbs, he could still tell when someone nudged his legs or tangled theirs with his. That, at least, Tech wouldn’t have been able to see from the camera angles he had access to. 

But when she sighed with relief right next to his ear! Echo could feel the heat rising along his neck. Oh, what he would give to hear her make more noises like that from his ministrations alone. 

She pressed her forehead to Echo’s temple as he sat there so sweetly continuing to massage her sore feet. Trying desperately not to pant into the comm device in his headset. 

Speaking of the comms, snippets of conversation were making their way through the two hazy minds. Hunter seemed to be idly prattling on with the target, bits of small talk about the gardens and displayed artifacts. Something about “nice comfy benches farther from the noise of the party in the eastern wing of the gardens” in Hunter’s voice filtered through the emotionally controlled fog of their brains, and they both looked towards the now-alluring eastern paths heading east, deeper into the gardens. 

She reached for her heels making to put them on again, but Echo snatched them up before she could do so. 

“Not on my watch, my Starlight. It looks to be paved with nice large, flat stones the whole way. You won’t need these anymore, if I have anything to do with it.” He offered his other arm to her, and she beamed as she allowed her hands to slip around his arm a little more sensually than she would have with any other man. 

As they walked, Hunter’s small talk with the target drew to a close, and Tech provided a status update. “92%, well done, Hunter. One momentary pass amongst the artifacts should be enough to complete the mission.” 

Upstairs, Hunter decided to bide his time. For the sake of his own cover, of course. It had nothing to do with the sexual tension he could practically feel radiating off of Echo and his date when they passed him at the elevator earlier. With his heightened senses, it was hard to miss. 

The walk to the garden benches was quiet and beautiful. The peaceful nature of the gardens felt like it deserved only the quietness of whispered voices as they strolled. Pointing out the glimpses of brilliantly colored plants lit by strings of lights that wove above and through the gardens. Vines wove patches of canopy overhead, punctuated by trees with broad leaves and arching branches. Low foliage spilled onto the edges of the large polished stone slabs they walked across. Reading off the names of plants that caught their eyes. 

Each one they read off was quickly researched by Tech, and rapidly followed by a summary of whether the plant was safe to touch and smell, and if the critters that harvested from it were dangerous or even present on this planet. By the sounds of it, many of the plants here were imported and had no natural predators here. 

As they reached the benches Hunter had spoken of, conversation became more and more sparse. They were certainly secluded. Far from prying eyes and only monitored by distant cameras. There was even soft music playing through hidden speakers. It was as if the host was aware of the handoff and had made the perfect spot for the handoff to take place. 

Well, too bad. They couldn’t use it for a handoff if it was already occupied by a preoccupied couple, now could they? 

Echo spoke up. “Since you four seem to have that last 8% or so handled from here, I think we will tune out for the night. We will keep this garden handoff site occupied for a while so it can’t be used by the opposition here. We will let you know if we run into trouble, but I don’t think anything in these gardens seems particularly dangerous. Catch you boys in the morning.” 

To keep up appearances, they had all decided to leave the ball at different times, and by different means. Echo and y/n would wait to rendezvous till the morning, just to be safe. Which meant that for the rest of the evening, they were off the hook. 

“Understood,” Tech chimed in, taking a moment to orchestrate their movements for the next few hours. “As planned, Crosshair will pick you both up from the hotel at noon tomorrow. Wrecker is on his way to the first meet up site for Crosshair now, and will return for Hunter shortly, before the expected end of the party. So, we shall see you both tomorrow.” 

Echo clicked a button on the side of his headset to turn off his comm, and saw her discreetly do the same via a button hidden in her pocket. 

Tapping his foot to the music playing, Echo stood back and watched as his date bent down to smell some flowers Tech had informed them were safe to humans. She looked beautiful and happy enjoying the scenery and luxury not usually afforded to them. 

So what if they were only here for a mission. Echo knew the importance of making the most of what life deals you, and he wasn’t about to let this moment slip away from him. He set down her shoes on a nearby bench and returned his attention to her. 

“Care to dance, my Starlight?” He asked, extending his hand in her direction. 

He enjoyed the look of delighted surprise on her face when she turnd his way. And he watched happily as she gracefully swooped across the space between them to take his hand. 

“I didn’t know they let troopers learn to dance.” She teased, hand gliding into his. Her steps so smooth, and her outfit so fluid, he felt as though she floated to him like an ethereal being. 

“Well, technically I don’t really know how, but you look so beautiful I had to try it. Just to see what all the hullabaloo was about.” He pulled her to his chest. Scomp arm settling at the small of her back, careful not to press the metal into her skin. 

“Well that’s lucky,” she giggled, “because I don’t actually know how to dance either. But I’ll gladly try anything, so long as your with me.” 

They continue to sway for a while, until the romantic setting gets to them. 

Echo’s hand cups her cheek, and slides back towards her ear. Gently, and discretely taking the earpiece from her ear, and moving it to her pocket, as his hand makes its way to her waist. 

When the kiss breaks, their foreheads meet, and he watches her hand slide down his chest, a flower she’d picked and had been toying with drops into the pocket of his suit jacket. 

His hands hold her waist. And he begins to let his hand squeeze her waist a bit and begin to slide towards her back. Finding the edge of the open patch at her back, he lets his fingers swirl patterns over the fabric and dance at the edge of the exposed skin of her back. 

She shivers and hums with delight, and Echo does everything he can to maintain appearances that he is an upstanding gentleman worthy of a lavish gala like this. If they weren’t here - oooh if they weren’t here - the things he wants to do with her. 

She can tell from the way his hand tightens around her hip that he’s right on the edge. This is one grip, she wouldn't mind leaving a mark for later. 

He swallows hard, and slowly allows his fingers to once again find the spot where the skin of her lower back peeks through. He’s delighted to find that she lets him continue exploring her like this, relaxing into him with every brush of his fingers. Her skin is so soft, and his hand shifts so that more and more of the opening at her back is covered by his hand. 

When the whole of his hand rests skin to skin, he presses her into his chest. His other arm, holding her upper back to him, gentle but confident that he wants this, and so does she. Not only is she allowing him this, the twinkle in her eyes, the way she’s panting, and the smirk on her lips is teasing him to keep going. 

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head down a touch, as he gazes into her eyes, as if to ask if she’s still okay with this. 

She beams, and nods once, her eyes never leaving his own. 

Slowly, carefully, he allows his hand to continue around her waist, until his fingers find the other side of the opening, and begin to slip beneath it. Echo is mesmerized by the way she breathes in happily, and leans her forehead against his, her gaze still magnetized to his own. His breathing gets faster as his fingers begin to slip between the fabric and her skin. 

She hums in contentment as his fingers continue their path to get to know her. Closing her eyes, she allows her head to tilt forward and settle on his chest. 

Echo hugs her tight, finally allowing himself to enjoy the realization that she really loves him, and maybe he can allow himself the luxury of loving her up close and not just from a distance anymore. So he stands there, her form wrapped tightly in his arms, his hand still resting between her skin and the dress, squeezing tightly to reassure them both that this is real. 

He loosens his grip after a few minutes, leaning back slightly. 

She notices and leans back a bit too, a concerned expression on her face. Hoping this isn’t Echo’s nerves pulling him away from her already. But what she finds instead, wipes all worry away. 

Half lidded eyes stare back into her own. And the cool metal of his scomp rises to bring her chin up towards his own, while his eyes move to her lips, and his own part. 

She smirks, and tilts her head to one side as her own gaze moves to his lips. Closing her eyes, as their lips finally meet. 

She presses into him, and he pushes back, melting at the way her lips fit between his like they belong there. He begins to move his lips against hers, and is delighted when she complies. The pressure from her lips against his own, a welcome push into a new world for the two of them. He is all too willing to learn her rhythm, not just that of her lips, and learn to dance through life by her side. 

All too soon, the clock bells ring through the night, declaring the end of tonight’s escapade. 

Slowly, they separate, still wrapped tightly together in the cool night air. 

When he finally opens his eyes, he finds a smile lighting up her whole being. She giggles and presses a kiss to his cheek. 

“Whoops!” She laughs, looking at the spot she just kissed. “Forgot I was wearing lipstick!” 

She pulls a small container from her pocket, and extracts a makeup wipe to brush at his cheek. Still smiling brightly, she moves to wipe at his lips. 

“I wouldn’t mind wearing your mark all night if you let me, my Starlight.” He laughs back. 

He didn’t think her smile could get any brighter, but it does. 

She leans forward, pressing her cheek to his so her lips are next to his ear. “Then let’s get back to the hotel room, Love, so I can take this makeup off and kiss you all night long.” 

“Yes Ma’am!” Echo breathes, a tingling excitement running from his core to his extremities. 

“But first lemme fix my lipstick.” She shifts in his arms, but doesn’t break out of them. Pulling a small mirror from her other pocket, and using the makeup wipe to fix the edges of her own lipstick enough to be seen as acceptable in the uppity company of a gala like this. 

Echo just watches while she does, certain he’s the happiest man in the galaxy right now. Reciprocating a kiss to her cheek and making her giggle again. That’s a sound he would never tire of hearing! 

As she tucks the items in her hand back into her pockets, and puts her troublesome shoes back on, she shivers. It had gotten rather chilly, and without Echo’s body heat wrapped around her as tightly as it had been, she was beginning to succumb to the chill. 

Echo hadn’t missed the small movement, and swooped his jacket off, wrapping it around her instead. It still carried his warmth she noticed, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. 

He remained practically attached at the hip the entire way to the hotel for the night. Taking every opportunity to just look at her, the gorgeous woman at his side, wrapped in his jacket. Making silent vows to himself the whole way. All the little things he wanted to make sure they experienced side by side every chance they got. 

He kept his hand in contact with her as much as he could along the way. And she enjoyed the warmth of being tucked into his side for the entirety of the journey. 

[NOW FEATURING a part 2 that picks up at the hotel, serving up a romantic evening for our favorite ARC and his gala date!]

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[candyfloss5000]

Instantly thought this during this scene 💀

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[littlemissmanga]

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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[bb-8]

Last day of Celebration and I'm cosplaying as y'all

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[rexs-wife]

Y’all think Fives ever just yells “HIGH FIVES” and just straight up BODY SLAMS people? People is Echo.

#like you can hear him yell high fives then a big clank and Rex just SIGHS and comms Kix #tcw fives #arc trooper fives #star wars the clone wars #fives x reader #star wars #fives #echo

[arctrooper69]

Mine

Here's my piece for the wonderful @isaidonyourknees for the @cloneficgiftexchange! So sorry it's a day and a half late! 😂😅

Warnings: Suggestive spice (nothing explicit), unwanted advances, jealousy, angst

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"Leave me alone, Crosshair." The order meant to be snappish slipped out instead with a tired sigh.

"No," came the reply.

You sighed again as you felt him shift and sit down a few feet away. No more words were exchanged - the silence felt both peaceful, yet suffocating.

"Why are you up here pouting?" He finally spoke.

You glanced at him sharply. "I'm not pouting!"

"Yes you are."

"No. I'm not!"

He huffed dryly. "Sure looks like it to me."

"Hunter benched me!"

Crosshair shifted and sighed, "It's for your own good."

You scoffed, "And how would you know what's good for me?"

"You're exhausted. You're off your game."

"I'm fine. I feel fine."

He sighed again and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes. "That constant tapping of your foot and the way you're shaking tells me you're trying to run on stims and caf."

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. "And how would you know?"

He was silent. "Because I've done the same thing."

"So that makes you think you're better than me?"

"No."

You crossed your arms, turning away from him. “I’m still not pouting.”

“Sure.”

You glared at him out of the corner of your eye. “Just go away.” This time the words did deliver the sharp edge you’d wanted before, but now you weren’t sure it was exactly what you wanted.

You didn’t know what you wanted.

“Fine, came the equally snappish response. Crosshair stood and headed back down the wooded trail. A sudden disappointment threatened to overtake you and a heat burned in the back of your throat as you tried to swallow it back.

“Crosshair wait…” you called out, turning to face him as he paused and turned back.

“What?”

“I…” You stopped. No. Crosshair had better things to do than to deal with emotions that you yourself couldn’t even decipher. “Nevermind.”

For a second he paused, almost as if waiting for you to once again change your mind. He shook his head and turned around once again, disappearing into the woods, leaving you on your own.

Fine. It’s fine. You’d asked for privacy and that’s exactly what he gave you. Yet, it felt lonely nonetheless.

Crosshair was confusing to say the least. One moment it felt like he was trying to make an emotional connection, and the next he acted like he wanted nothing to do with you.

The roar of engines echoed through the trees from the base of the hill as the Marauder soared into the sky and disappeared into the atmosphere.

***

It seemed like forever ago that you'd met the surly sniper on a job. It was forever ago. So much had changed since a heated exchange of angry words led to a moment of heedless passion. One night. A romance ignited by the very intensity that divided you. The same fingers that rested pompously on the trigger of a rifle soon pulled through tangled hair and moved with purpose against your warmth. Tongues once sharp and taunting, now slotted through parted lips with desperate pleas for more.

And then it was over. Back to the cold realities of war. No words were spoken, only awkward avoidances and inverted eyes.

Talk to me, you'd wanted to say. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.

Perhaps that's all it was to him. Maybe you'd given him everything he wanted in that moment. Maybe that's all you were to him - a distraction - a soldier's relief from the stress of a never ending war.

You'd wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come. Then the galaxy changed and as the Republic fell, so did your hopes.

And now after so long, he was back.

***

It was nearing dusk before you finally pushed yourself from the ground and headed back down the path.

Fueled by a growing sense of hunger and the need to be around others, you found yourself walking towards the local cantina.

The music blared from somewhere above, pumping a bass that rattled your bones.

Despite the club-like atmosphere the lighting was dim, illuminating the same bar scene that haunted almost every planet in the galaxy.

The air was thick with the scent of spice and the sound of raucous laughter. You sat at the bar, nursing a drink. Despite the bustle, it still felt lonely.

“Hey there, sweetheart.”

Fingers ran across your back as you spun around to face the unfamiliar voice.

A large nikto smiled drunkenly over at you as he leaned against the bar.

“You look lonely. You here alone?”

His breath reeked of alcohol. “You're real pretty,” he slurred, reaching out to grab your arm.

You jerked away, shooting him a glare. "Back off," you growled, voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

The nikto persisted, his grip tightening. "Come on, don't be like that.”

“Dude,” you rolled your eyes, “leave me alone.”

He sighed, seemingly annoyed at your refusal.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone in a place like this. Let me at least walk you home, baby.”

“Don't call me that,” You spat, wrenching your arm from his grip.

His jaw stiffened as he stood up straighter.

“You should be more grateful that I'm even giving you the time of day, bitch!”

Now it was your turn to stand. The nikto grabbed your arm again. Your fingers curling into a fist, ready to strike the stupid smirk from his drunken face.

"She's not yours to touch."

A familiar voice growled from behind as the nikto’s hand was wrenched from your arm with a cry of pain.

Crosshair.

What was he doing back already? You turned to face him standing behind you, expression dark and dangerous. His hand rested on the blaster at his hip, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

The nikto's eyes narrowed. “And who do you think you are, asshole?”

Crosshair glowered, taking a menacing step forward. “I'm the guy who's going to put an extra hole in you if you don't leave immediately.”

The nikto paused, unsure if he was bluffing or not.

Crosshair clicked the safety off, loosening the blaster from its holster.

"I'm not gonna ask you again," he said, voice low and threatening.

The nikto had enough. “Geez, okay fine! I'm leaving!”

Without another word, he turned and fled, disappearing into the crowd.

You stood silently watching as Crosshair stepped forward, his practiced eyes scanning every inch of you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, “Did he hurt you?”

You let out a shaky breath, “No,” you murmured, “I'm fine.” A smile flitted across your face as you looked up.

Honey brown eyes stared sharp, pierced with concern and something else.

Jealousy?

“Good.” He replied. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something more but couldn't find the courage to do so.

But this time something rose within your own chest, warm and encouraging.

“Crosshair?” The words came timidly despite their bold intent.

He looked sharply, “What?”

“What did you mean by that? ‘She's not yours to touch’?” You asked. His hand, still on your arm, gripped a bit tighter, pulling you close. Something flashed in his eyes. It wasn't the hardness you'd come to expect from him.

“It means you're mine. You've always been mine.”

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[sinfulsalutations]

𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕒𝕣𝕔 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴇᴄʜᴏ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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

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

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 3.7ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

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

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

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

“We can make this work.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He frowns.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another sob is ripped out of him.

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

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

Why does he feel so much pain then?

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

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

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

"–If you'll allow me."

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Echo?" She calls out to him.

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

"Would you please brush my hair?"

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

“Of course, cyare.”

She grins softly. He tilts his head slightly.

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He answers with full certainty.

”More than you’ll ever know, cyare.”

She sighs delicately.

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

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

”Cyare?”

She nods.

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

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

”…I’ve forgotten.”

She nods again, void of maliciousness.

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

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

”…I remember now,” Echo says.

Her hair shifts, head perking up.

”Oh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Ever the gentleman," She mutters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like real people do.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @thebahdbitch

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[sinisterexaggerator]

Rebel With A Cause

Echo x Gen! Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff and a kiss. A little bit of angst in relation to wartime and heartfelt goodbyes.

582 words

Notes: I decided to write a series of "goodbye" ficlets where the reader takes / removes something from each of CF99 as they part ways. I plan to do the others. I wrote Crosshair some time ago.

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The Rebellion was in its infancy, yet you were amongst those placing themselves on the front lines, determined to make a difference in a galaxy that otherwise seemed uncaring and oblivious. Your native home had been overrun by the Empire and all its lackeys, leaving you to find a greater purpose, one shared with many others; it was something to be proud of, and you had never once looked back.

Neither had this soldier, a clone who had been dealt a rough hand in life, parts of him not man, but mechanical, yet this in no way put a damper on your feelings.

As in times of war, his was another hasty exit, leaving your heart aching and your mouth dry as he strode with purpose, meaning to board the ship that would carry him away.

“Echo!” you called out, desperation coating that single utterance of his name; your legs felt like jelly, even as you forced them to propel you forward. The distance was short, finding yourself to be in the presence of your lover before he could even turn around.

You stood before him and swallowed back your spit, butterflies having taken flight in your belly. Still, you would not allow him to leave without saying farewell; there was always the real possibility he would never return to you, or you to him.

“Officer,” he started, one of his brothers watching from aloft. Your gaze darted upward, and he drifted inside the cover of his ship; you were thankful Rex understood you wanted this time alone.

“Don’t leave without saying goodbye,” you pleaded, unable to stop the tears that were beginning to well in your eyes. That stoic face softened, brows knitting in concern. Echo reached out to you with his scomp, then hastily lowered his arm.

“I’m…” The clone trailed off, unsure of what to say, or how it might be received. You smiled at him, finally daring to take up the one hand left to him.

Carefully, deliberately, you removed his glove. He watched you intently, deep brown eyes rising to meet your face. It felt as if time stood still, the thrum and hum of the rebel encampment behind you all but dying on the breeze; it was welcomed wholeheartedly as it cooled and refreshed your balmy skin.

Gently, you lifted his wrist, setting his hand against the curve of your cheek. This allowed Echo to feel your sorrow as it trickled from you in discrete drops, your lips brushing the inside of his palm as you whispered your one and only wish: “Be careful.”

Echo drew you in, fingers curling behind your ear as his thumb swiped away your tears. His lips met yours, kissing you fervently, and as if his life depended on it.

Words no longer felt necessary, his sentiments expressed through the impassioned swirl of his tongue. You loosed a whimper, Echo pulling back to study the intricacies of your face, those things that made you, you.

“I will,” he affirmed, temporarily placating you. He took up the glove offered shyly back to him, stowing it away, then turned on his heel to board the ramp, one final glance cast in your direction.

This alone would keep you hooked, desiring nothing more than for this blasted war to end, a life spent by his side something that may have already crossed your mind.

#Echo #The Bad Batch #TBB #Echo x Reader #Echo x Gen! Reader #Gender Neutral #Star Wars #Rebellion #TCW #Clone Wars #clone force 99 #ct 1409

[vodika-vibes]

It's My Choice

Summary: Echo is in recovery at a GAR medical facility on Coruscant after being assumed KIA. You want to see him, more than anything, and you hope he knows that he's your choice.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: reader is described as having hair long enough to style, and as a supermodel.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I had an idea, and I decided to run with it. It might not flow well, simply because I'm very sick and have been for the last two days, but I'm happy with it. (Also, pardon any typos/grammar errors, I typed this while not wearing my eyes.)

You lean back in the hard, uncomfortable chair of the GAR medical facility, your gaze drifting to the ceiling as you wait for an update on Echo. The chairs really are terrible, but then the clones were never meant to have worried family you suppose.

Jokes on them. Echo has you.

You allow the back of your head to thump against the wall behind you and you stretch your legs out in front of you and cross your ankles.

You've been here for almost 12 hours now.

Fives contacted you as soon as the Resolute landed on Coruscant and informed you that Echo was alive and was being treated for his injuries here. He mentioned that you didn't have to come, but clearly he's lost his damned mind.

As if you'd be anywhere else.

Of course, you probably should have taken the time to make sure that you fixed your hair and washed the extreme make-up off…and changed out of the six inch stilettos you had been forced into for work today.

But, whatever. Echo's alive. Nothing else matters.

Even if your agent has been blowing up your com for the last six hours. And even if General Skywalker has been side-eyeing you like he thinks you're trespassing. 

Your comma chimes again, and you absently lift it over your head to read the message. And then promptly deleted it. Your agent will just have to deal.

A door at the end of the hall opens, and you tilt your head to the side, before you sit up straight as Fives steps into the hall and walks over to you.

He takes in your carefully styled hair —artfully tousled, your stylist called it— the dark make-up, and the impossibly high stilettos and he huffs out a laugh, “You come here right from a shoot?”

“Echo’s more important than any photo shoot. Besides, I had already finished when you called.” You reply as you kick your heels off and scramble to your feet, “Can I see him?”

Fives smiles at you, “Yeah. Follow me.” He waits for you to scoop your heels, and your bag, off the ground before he starts walking, “I should warn you…he looks bad.” Fives says quietly as he stops next to the door.

You lift your chin and glare at him, “Contrary to what you, and apparently everyone else, believes. I'm not dating Echo because of his pretty face.”

“Okay, okay. Sheathe your claws, kitten. I just wanted to warn you.” Some of the offended tension drains from your shoulders, you didn’t mean to snap at him, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone made an assumption about you and your choice to have a relationship with Echo.

Fives opens the door and moves to the side to let you into the room, and your breath catches when you see him.

Like Fives said, he looks bad. Thin, too thin by far, and so pale. The prosthetics and cybernetics are new, but honestly, you’re only bothered by them because you’re sure that they must have hurt.

“Echo,” You step into the room, and set your heels and your bag in a chair, before you move closer to his side. There are tears in your eyes, but they’re happy tears, “Welcome home.”

Echo blinks at you, twice, and then he slowly slides up in the hospital bed, “Cyar’ika…when…how did you know I was here?”

“Fives commed me and told me. I’ve been sitting out there for hours.” You look around and then huff out a sigh, before dumping your stuff on the floor and moving the chair next to the bed. You lightly take his prosthetic in your hand, a scomp, rather than a hand.

You hope that it was his choice, rather than one made for him. 

He tenses, but he doesn’t pull away from you, “You didn’t have to.”

You smile at him, “Echo. You’re here, and you’re alive. Where else would I be?”

His gaze flickers across your face, and then over to the heels lying on the floor, “Well, judging by the height of those heels, a photoshoot.”

“Not half as important as you.” You reply dismissively.

He shifts and slowly sits up, properly, before reaching out and pressing his flesh hand against your cheek, “Cyar’ika…” Echo hesitates, and then flashes a wry, self-deprecating smile, “I don’t think I’m pretty enough for you.”

You bite your tongue to stem your immediate, and loud, disagreement. Instead you reach up and press your hand over his, rubbing your cheek against his hand. “Why would you say that?”

“Why-? Cyare. Look at me!”

“I am looking.”

“Then I shouldn’t have to explain-”

“Would you like to know what I see when I look at you, Echo?”

“Not really.” You tilt your head, and he sighs, “Tell me.”

“The man who, after meeting me, an actual supermodel, invited me to go to a bookstore with him.” Echo flushes, and it’s obvious due to how pale he is, “A man who overheard me mentioning to my agent that I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to meet my favorite author and made sure that I arrived on time.” Your smile widens, “A man who learned who my favorite author was, simply so he could read the books too, so he’d have something to talk about with me.”

Echo averts his gaze, “We talked all night.” He murmurs.

“We did. And I got in so much trouble the next morning because I had dark circles under my eyes, and you got in trouble because you were late to formation…but we did the exact same thing three nights later.”

Echo laughs softly, “I thought Rex’s head was going to explode.” He admits.

You release his scomp hand and reach up to press your hand against his cheek, “I see the man I fell in love with. The man who looks at me and sees more than the dumb supermodel that everyone expects me to be.” You scan his face, almost anxiously, “And I’m hoping he still loves me.”

He looks at you, something soft in his gaze, “You still want me-?”

“Always. Forever. Until the stars go cold.”

“Your agent is not going to approve.” Echo warns as he lightly tugs you off the chair and onto the edge of the bed.

“I cannot emphasize enough how little I care about my agent’s opinion.” You admit quietly, “If I have to choose, I know who my choice will be.”

Echo exhales slowly, and slowly tugs you in until your forehead lightly bumps against his, “I love you.” He whispers, “I never stopped loving you. Even when I could barely remember anything, I still remembered your smile and the smell of your lotion and the feel of your skin under my fingers.”

“Charmer.” You whisper.

“Mean every word.” Echo whispers right back, and then he tugs you once more and catches your lips in a kiss that’s soft and loving enough that it nearly brings you to tears.

You have your Echo back. He might look a little different, but he’s here and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #star wars au #the au part is that Fives is alive #and palpatine was shot by Fox and Fives

[clonesuperiority]

I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

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