Hello Clone wars and bad batch fandom, I will be writing short little silly stories here about silly men in armor from a galaxy far, far away.
My all time favourites are Echo and Rex 🤍💙 so I'll be focussing on them for a start
I focus on X reader/yn/ you content, from fluff to smut whatever invades my imagination.
Please note that ppl under 18 are not allowed on here since it's getting spicy 🔥
I write requests, but only if I have some inspiration, I can't just churn out stories. So if you have an idea let me know, but I can't guarantee I can write it.
About me: I am a 35yo cat lady with a boring office job that writes fanfiction. I am cis/White and write from a female perspective.
These are just the ones I have physical copies of. There are many many more I have checked out digitally from my local library or have purchased through kindle.
Watching bad batch for the first time and I may have watched peak earlier if someone told me that it was about 4 soldiers trying and failing to babysit a 13-year old while somehow expanding the world of star wars in meaningful ways???
Echo x Earthling f!reader OC (reader has a nickname)
Summary: Earthling reader finds herself in the SWU on Dantooine in her swimsuit during a force storm while a battle is being fought between the Separatists and the 187th with Mace Windu. She has amnesia and force sensitivity. She ends up enslaved by the Techno Union which is using her abilities for their biological experiments. The story opens on Skako Minor where she’s assigned to tend to Echo while he’s hooked up to the communication tower.
Warnings: Cannon typical violence, angst, grief, kidnapping, isolation, enslavement, breaking cultural taboos, lactation, mentions of pregnancy, starvation, adult breastfeeding, lactation kink, sexual arousal, torture, eventual spice (although the argument can be made that this game starts on second base), some relevant social commentary, and lots and lots of cringe.
I’ll add more as it goes.
Notes: this is not edited or beta read. It’s slow and takes its time. I did my best with the canon discrepancies, like the atmosphere on Skako Minor. So I feel like if I got anything else wrong about the SWU it’s fine. There’s a lot of memory flashbacks. Sorry for timeline whiplash.
Well here it is, my first attempt at writing something besides a research paper in forever:
Charity and Decadence
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Word count: 4211
Mostly dressed in your protective dark grey pants and boots, you tucked the mock neck of a long sleeve shirt carefully under the heavy black collar locked around your neck. You pulled your jacket on and slumped down on the barrack cot. You felt a heaviness that bore down on you in the quiet. The homesickness was bad today. Your old life always seemed clearer and more real in the morning when your mind was locked inside itself by the fully charged collar. You reached into your inner jacket pocket and pulled out the small pink shell you kept close, the only thing you still had from your old life. It was smooth and bumpy and familiar in your hand. As you pictured yourself finding it in the sand that day that seemed like ages past now, you wondered how long everyone searched for you. They’d never have closure, there’s no way to ever guess where you had gone. You had only recently realized how absurd the whole thing was as your memory continued to repair itself. Your predicament went from bewildering to a full on fever dream as you realized where you were. Shuddering a sigh you pocketed the shell and continued packing your few belongings into a small duffel bag.
The rows of bunks in the barrack were empty except for yours. It was an older outpost, on the outskirts of the dingy and smoggy city of Purkoll. A brief stop on the way to some new assignment you knew little about. Probably more of the same from the past years you've been in your enslaved servitude to the Techno Union’s bio labs. You unzipped a side pocket on the duffel and pulled out some absorbent pads you’d swiped from the last lab you’d been assigned to. You didn’t know when you’d get to your next quarters and didn’t want a boob leak ruining one of your few tops. The large, black, force-blocking collar that was locked around your neck did seem to reduce the frequency of these leaks. Why your body was doing this was part of the whole mystery package that was your life now. In a invented universe where these characters were actual people and the force was really real. You supposed leaking was better than painful engorgement and tucked the pads into your breast band (another oddity about this place, they have miracle medicine and city sized starships but no bras)
******
Your intact memory only goes back a couple of years. To as far as your collapsing on the stone floor of a ruined building open to the sky on Dantooine. Your memories and sense of self dissolving like a dream as you looked around. Through a shimmery blue radiance you saw rubble and crumbling of stone walls. You spin in a circle trembling, recognizing nothing, bewildered. An overwhelming feeling pressed in all around you and through you. Loud in your head with the life of a whole galaxy all babbling at once. You didn’t know what it was but you could feel it enveloping you and shifting your body. It felt healing and warm especially in your eyes and down your spine. You looked down at your hands and watched freckles and an old scar vanish. A pinch in your neck that seemed familiar relaxed away.
But just as that disappeared you had an odd warm sensation deep in your head and your chest got tight. Tighter and very uncomfortable so you undid the back of the bikini top. You felt a wave of adoration and a pang of love and a cramping sensation behind your nipples. Milk gushed, soaking your loosened swimsuit, and spilled down your dress and belly. This is only supposed to happen after having a baby, you thought. Which made you panic. No way! You ran your hands over your belly and looked down, but it was flatter and firmer than you expected. And you certainly didn’t feel like you’d given birth recently. How did you know how that felt? Your brain was stuck on worry mode. Did you have a baby? Where? You just couldn't think of anything or anyone at all as you felt panic rise up your neck.
At this point you were staggering toward anywhere, looking for people, but kind of embarrassed at the thought of someone finding you like this. As you walked further from the space with the shimmering light the stone floor gave way to grasses and the rubble of the structure disappeared below it. A wind picked up whipping your short loose dress around your thighs. You turned around to look back, the blue light around it swirling up to a huge dark storm cloud looming above, growing and roiling and flashing with lightning. The ruins were in a field of tall grass that stretched to the horizon. As far as you could see there was no shelter except back in there and you felt frozen, not wanting to see what else its power did to you. Over the growling of the storm and wind and the head-invading noise of the entire everything a studdering, machine-like sound grew louder behind you-
******
The com came through right on schedule. You steeled yourself, emptied your mind of the memories and pressed the com button on your wristband. “Good morning Dr. Tambor,” you mumbled. The Skakoan’s lumpy cylindrical head flickered into focus above your arm. It suddenly struck you that he looked like a compressed hammerhead shark. How distant and unreal that animal seemed to you now…
“Choy. Today you will go to your new assignment.” The abrupt deep voice jarred you out of your thoughts. “You will need to wear your breather and goggles for the journey. Even though the atmosphere is breathable for you it has gasses that may irritate your lungs and we don’t need you requiring medical treatment. Prepare to leave immediately.”
After a quick double check that you had everything you stepped out of your small quarters in your gear. Eye mask and breather on your face, duffel over a shoulder. The air lock hissed behind you as the door closed. Wat Tambor and his assistant scientist approached wearing their pressure suits and face coverings, the atmosphere being much less ideal for their bodies. They peered down at you with their cold black eyes, “You will be particularly well suited to this job,” said the assistant. “The experimental subject is your own kind. More or less,” He chuckled and Tambor chuffed “Less now than before.” They both laughed.
You felt sick to hear that the experiment you were being assigned to was human. Sometimes all you had to deal with were petri dishes or small experimental creepy crawly things. The sentient beings -human or not- were the most heartbreaking. You remembered your last actual person you were assigned.
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‘Im so sorry,” you said as you felt around in the Mirialan’s head with your mind, finding the implant. You willed the scar tissue between it and the brain tissues to dissolve. You felt like you were going to throw up as his face contorted in pain and he strained against the bed’s restraints as the implant took control of his muscles. You were quickly ushered away by the attending droids as you tried to manipulate the implant’s strength.
*******
You were grateful for your mask and goggles. They help to keep your facial expressions hidden as you were equally apprehensive and disgusted with the Skakoans. Their cruelty with the veneer of inside humor was always worse when they were together. You had lost a lot of your fear of them as you realized what their world would come to and how they would soon be killed by Darth Vader. They escorted you down the empty drab halls and outside. The buildings and ground were bathed in eerie orange tones matching the thick clouds and large sun of this world. You all loaded into a speeder driven by a droid.
Tambor turned to you,“This project is over budget. The medical droid in the facility will be sold to the Arkanians. They are scaling up their production of their new experimental GeNode clones. So you, Choy, will take over its responsibilities with our experiment.” You shuddered remembering the battle that raged around you on Dantooine near the hidden Arkanian facility when you were spirited away from home.
*****
The boom and blast of sand as impossibly huge machines hovered in the air smashing the republic’s soldiers. Their terror in the force ripping through you and you could hear thousands of men screaming and feel them die. Then your brief time helping the fearsome but kind Jedi and his wounded troops. The scale of everything here was so huge, including the death and carnage.
*****
Tears threatening to well up steamed your goggles. You steadied yourself with as deep a breath as you could manage with the mask on. The idea of being isolated with this ‘experiment’ and a bunch of battle droids was already stressful, but now you’d have no assistance if anything serious came up.
“We are confident that your abilities will be sufficient. Besides, Admiral Trench is about to start a campaign to take Annaxes. When he wins that battle the war will be in our favor. And it won’t be long until the Republic relents at which point we won’t need this experiment. Just keep him alive a little while longer. You won’t be here very long then you will be delivered to Count Dooku per our agreement with him.” The Count had agreed to postpone some sort of training with him until after the Techno Union contracted you for your particular abilities that they had realized were useful in their cyborg division.
A cartoony image of Trench being struck down flashed in your mind. He was much more revolting in real life, a true horror. You just couldn't put together the rest of the story. Who kills him? You were pretty sure it was a jedi.
You internally recoiled at the thought of going to Dooku. It was his goons that captured you with the aid of that clone spy, but the Union claimed you on the grounds that you’d be most useful to the cause under their control. Dooku wanted to take you under his wing, mold you into whatever dark side bullshit he was on. The man was so full of himself he’d probably never listen to you if you tried to warn him about Palpatine but you figured when he dies you might have the chance to get rescued. But rescued into the shitshow of Order 66? You just weren't sure of the timeline from there.
“My abilities are greatly dampened by this,” you tapped the bulky black collar around your neck.
“That is a non-negotiable part of our contract with Count Dooku. It will remain in place. It is set to allow you to fulfill your job with the experiments you are assigned to,” boomed Tambor.
You sighed, it was worth a shot. What they didn’t know--because you hadn’t pointed it out- was that your abilities most valuable to them were only available to you when the collar’s power was below 50%. It had become the main routine in your life. When the droids came by with a new power bank for it in the evening your connection to the force went from mediocre to dead. It was only through concerted efforts to connect to the Force through the night and the morning that the power would be worn down enough to allow you to fulfill your duties caring for the poor souls in the clutches of the Confederation’s scientists. It did, however, keep the full connection to the force down and you were unable to manipulate much more than a deck of cards’ worth of mass at a time. Which Dooku felt was necessary until you were trained to control your power.
After a long speeder ride while ignoring the Skakoans’ conversation in their own language you arrived at a large array of interstellar communication towers. A pair of droids led your group to an elevator that whisked you far up one of them. Then through a long curved passage that wrapped around the tower, lined with windows that let in the sickly hazy light from outside.
You stopped in an alcove with your Skakoan keepers and their droids. The heavy tech around your neck digging into your skin despite having stuffed your shirt collar under it. Your goggles and breathing mask feeling tighter than usual and a chilly sweat of dread creeping up the back of your neck. Tambor Wat’s assistant tapped a code on the security panel. A cold draft hit you as the doors to the room slid open. The two Skakoans flanking you ushered you into the room. It was almost too dark to see the far wall -which suited them just fine as their eyes were accustomed to the dimness of the system’s planets. It was a new innovation of Tambor Wat’s. A combination stasis facility and transmission center of some kind. You had been familiarized with both over the last couple of years in his custody but had never seen them together like this. Facilities for biologicals usually were separate from the rest of the techno union’s experiments and equipment. Your stomach dropped as you considered this, remembering their words to you on your way to the tower. Your kind. More or less.
The stasis chamber above the large curved control bay was open, condensation clouding out of it like steam. The door behind you slid shut as fans kicked on in the ductwork overhead.
“The air on these top floors is designed for your biology.” The assistant’s voice was gravelly through the vocorder. “Everything your species needs has been well appointed for you and your charge. But he won’t be using the rations. He is on an intravenous nutrition system which is sufficient for his survival.”
You were doubtful about their anticipation of your needs, “What if there is an incident in which I will need to evacuate the tower?”
The Skakoans looked at eachother and back at you. “The droids will escort you to a safe location,” grumbled Tambor. “But there will not be a need, everything is in working order and we are off the Republic’s radar. Ah! Here is our experiment.” He rubbed his heavy gloved hands together.
At that moment a rather large repeller lift gurney was pushed in through a side doorway you hadn’t noticed in the gloom. Followed by the medical droid. There was a human-looking figure strapped onto the lift laying face down. His head and spine covered in metal ports and plating. Tubework snaked around his intact arm, around his hips. Prosthetic legs came up to his thighs, open hinges at his knees and ankles, oddly designed feet that reminded you of birds.
“Come closer and see, we will walk you through all of his details and the duties you will need to perform,” said the assistant scientist.
You walked over with them and noticed his right arm had been replaced by a prosthetic, but it was a scomp. What the hell were they doing with him? The droid produced a holo projection of the man’s vitals for the Skakoans to read. It switched from their language to Basic and you were grateful for the reading lessons you’d had before your arrival on the planet. When you were found you had been given a device that translated and taught your brain the Basic language, but reading had to be learned the old fashioned way. As you carefully scrutinized the readout your heart sank. His heart rate was irregular and blood pressure too low.
Looking down at the man you felt a jolt of recognition. His head was turned to the side and, despite his almost skeletal face, you could see the classic profile of a Republic clone trooper. Not that they all weren’t skinny guys, being on strict rations that barely kept them filled out. You figured the feeling of deja vu was just because clones look the same, but there was something familiar about him and his head full of ports that you couldn’t quite place in your sloshy memory.
He had signs of extreme malnourishment. His eye was closed but sunken, like the skin between his ribs. If the metal plating was off his spine and head you were sure you’d be able to see every vertebrae and definition around the base of his skull. You peered closer. The plating looked as though it was installed before he had lost so much weight and was gapped around the edges. This man was quickly approaching third stage starvation if he wasn’t already there.
“What did you say about intravenous nutrition? This man is suffering advanced starvation, he needs more.” You really tried to keep your voice steady and impassive but your concern fired it up.
“That is not in our project budget, he will continue to be fed the amount we determined is sufficient. It is your job to make sure that it is enough to keep him functioning for our purposes,” Tambor Wat bristled over you.
You glared back at the fleshy headed turd and looked up at the medical droid. It avoided your gaze and pressed the button on the scanner, turning off the projection. “Let’s go over the controls and I will show you the process for lifting the subject in and out of the chamber and for connecting and disconnecting the ports,” it said, turning to go to the large control desk. The gurney followed him and positioned itself in front of the chamber.
The droid and Tambor’s assistant went over everything with you, while your secret fury at them burned at your heart. They taught you the sequence for removing and reattaching the hoses. Lifting him into place with the repulsor lift which was equipped with a bed that tipped him into the chamber (so that’s why he was strapped to it face down). There were certain times he could be removed and had to stay in if he was sending or receiving data from the system he was plugged into.
“Remember, it is of particular importance to administer the cyber anesthesia program prior to complete removal of all the neural links. You don’t want him waking up.” The droid lowered its voice and leaned closer to you. “He won’t want to go back and you will be alone with him” the droid looked at you then over at the scientists.
“All safeguards are in place, you will have a schedule sent daily of times in which to complete your tasks with him and when he needs to be in the chamber ready for use,” explained the assistant.
“There will be harsh consequences for not following the schedule. I don't think I have to remind you of your prior shortcomings.” Tambor Wat threatened in his domineering tone. Your hand automatically touched the skin under your collar where the thing had shocked you as a punishment for making a mistake. It had been enhanced with tech pirated off of a slaving collar. You had only hesitated, not wanting to hurt the Mirialan anymore. That was enough to earn a shock that knocked you out for a few days.
The only reasons to remove him from the chamber were to tend to his physical body; check for infection around the prosthetics and clean him up since he was still metabolizing and kept hydrated -barely. He had a catheter and stoma for this purpose so you would just be changing the bags. You were used to the more grueling aspects of this job, as your duties typically overlapped all areas of nursing your patients as you secretly called them. Your force skills were mainly used for removing the microscopic scar tissue in neural hardware interfaces and general healing to save the union money on things like bacta and nano bots; and to prolong the lives, and therefore the suffering, of their captive experiments. It broke your heart every day.
Your mind stayed on the man, this poor clone they had rebuilt and kept enslaved and starved. You kept reaching out to the force to wear down the collar’s power bank and finally were able to feel him in it. At first just a glimmer, then a real presence, he struck you as having been quite a warrior before they got ahold of him. They didn’t explain what the clone was being used for, but you figured it had to do with the war effort against his own side. As you maintained a force connection with him the medical droid had started giving you a tour of the floor which was just the stasis room and a med bay through the hidden door. Out in the main circular hallway he pointed out a door to the room that housed the large array of processors and equipment that had to do with the tower’s transmitter.
Your quarters were down below the level with the clone, you learned, one stop on the elevator and there were no stairs. The assistant and droids accompanied you there, a tiny barrack room with adjoining fresher, a small mess down the hall which wasn’t much more than a wet bar and long table. There would be security droids stationed at the lift’s doors and you would be scanned before getting on the lift each time. You couldn’t bring anything with you between floors.
When the Skakoans finally took their abrupt leave, taking the medical droid with them, you were shown back to your quarters by the security droids. You were surprised they didn’t actually take you to the bunk room but to a separate room down the hall.
“Here's your quarters, ma’am. We’ll be by later to change your collar’s power unit,” one of them said.
“Thank you,” you always tried to be polite to the droids.
The droid seemed surprised, “No one’s ever said that to me before,” it said to the other as they walked out of the small quarters.
The room was simple, just a cot and a small table below a small window of very thick transparisteel . There were shelves and drawers built into the wall on one side and a ‘fresher door on the other. This must be the officer’s quarters, you mused. Checking the fresher revealed more built-in cabinetry with soap and towels. It even had a mirror. You checked your reflection and felt the same startle at it as always. You supposed you looked like you, but the face staring back just kind of seemed different, younger than you felt somehow. ‘What year was it when I came here?’ you just could picture that day you disappeared on the beach, finding the shell, checking out the sea cave, but you couldn’t put all the final pieces together. You meant to ask the droid later about laundry. You really hoped you weren’t going to have to hand wash your clothes. This place didn’t strike you as set up for long term living. You kneeled on the cot and looked out the small window. The view was incredible, canyons and gloomy clouds all converging on the horizon.
It felt lonely already, but you were used to it. You’d worked with other people off and on while you were with the Union’s projects, but there was never anyone to really talk to, to trust. You knew it wouldn’t be for long, even though Tambor Wat was wrong about why. You felt the storyline from here was brief, and at least the clone wouldn’t be here much longer. But dead or alive? You wanted to say alive and fighting, but was that just your own wishfulness? So many questions circled in your mind. You had the general idea that the war couldn't be going much longer since you’d been here two years already, but the details escaped you. You had stronger and stronger understandings about things in the galaxy as your memory reemerged. You had kept it secret, how could you ever explain it to someone here anyway? ‘Oh hey I know how this all turns out because I watched a cartoon?’ ‘If you think the Republic’s bad just wait for the Empire?’ So you just kept quiet hoping to evade disasters, especially the one where they kill all the Jedi. Would you be considered one?
Having no one to talk to you would steal moments to yourself later in the evenings to talk to the Force. It felt like someone was listening out there, or maybe that’s just you finally going crazy. Now, as you stretched out to the Force you found the man in the stasis chamber again and you felt a core of humanity- sadness and fear and hope under the digitized mind. How were you going to be able to increase his ration of nutrients in his iv? The scientists had that part of the programming firewall protected. You wouldn’t be able to take any rations to him. Could he even swallow at this point? You were hit again by a wave of compassion and felt your milk saturating the pads you had stuffed in your band that morning. Great, you thought as you pressed your fingers to your temples, a suffering clone, your heart’s kryptonite (and your boobs’)
#jango was really out there cooking up 10 new excuses to keep the clones alive a day 😂#staking out in Lama Su’s office#kaminoans: these clones are not up to standard. we’ll recondi—#jango: BUT WHAT IF THEY’RE EVERYTHING YOU’RE LOOKING FOR
Hello Clone wars and bad batch fandom, I will be writing short little silly stories here about silly men in armor from a galaxy far, far away.
My all time favourites are Echo and Rex 🤍💙 so I'll be focussing on them for a start
I focus on X reader/yn/ you content, from fluff to smut whatever invades my imagination.
Please note that ppl under 18 are not allowed on here since it's getting spicy 🔥
I write requests, but only if I have some inspiration, I can't just churn out stories. So if you have an idea let me know, but I can't guarantee I can write it.
About me: I am a 35yo cat lady with a boring office job that writes fanfiction. I am cis/White and write from a female perspective.
Short little echo X reader scribble about how Echo is absolutely adorkable and insecure about kissing. Very chaste, no spice, slow and lots of thinking about each other. Set after the last episode in season 3.
I am no native speaker so please ignore minor mistakes in grammar and spelling. Hope you enjoy!
Echo
Echo sat in the cockpit, trying to make repairs after the last mission on tantiss, but he was distracted. After losing track of what he was even doing for the 5th time, he gave up. Leaning back into the chair, he closed his eyes. Tried to get his focus back. But his thoughts wandered back to before the mission.
As him and his brothers had been getting ready, just minutes before go time, y/n approached him. He was so attuned to her step, his heart had begun beating a little faster as soon as he heard the tip tap of her boots on the hangar floor. As he turned towords her, he had tried to put on an easy smile to show her how confident and cool a soldier he was. He had practiced that look in front of the mirror until it looked just right. And promptly failed when he saw her expression.
She had an upset look on her face, wringing her hands nervously, and his easy going smile turned into his usual, stern expression.
"please, stay safe. And come back", she had said, looking up at him with such sad eyes it had almost broken his heart. It felt both good and bad to have someone special worry so much about him.
He would have liked to calm her, if he only knew how. Even after all this time spend with her and Omega, he didn't quite get girls. Or women. So he said the only thing that came to mind:
"There's no guarantee a soldier comes back from a mission" he repeated what Rex had hammered into him before every mission.
"Oh" she had looked down. Echo had cursed himself for upsetting her even more. His playbook with the opposite sex was at an end now. It made him so nervous, he had started stuttering nonsense, trying to come up with something to make her happy.
"I didn't mean to- I meant to say- y-y-you know...", he had felt like such an idiot.
He wouldn't even have dared to dream what had happened next. Y/n had stretched her arms out, wrapping them around his neck. They almost never touched, especially not where he could directly feel her skin on his. Completely caught off guard, he barely had time to feel his skin tingle with the feeling of her warmth. She had pulled his face towards hers and kissed him. His body had gone into panic mode, freezing in position, heart beating so fast that he feared she might feel it through his chest plate.
The kiss had only lasted a few, heavenly seconds before she let go and ran away, denying him to do anything more than stare after her as his brain tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Echo had to smile at the memory, feeling his cheeks flush once again as he replayed the moment in his mind over and over again. Her lips had been so soft and sweet. Her hug so warm.
After coming back, he didn't have a chance to talk to her. The clones they had saved had to get settled in, everyone had to heal and rest.
Had she kept her distance? He wasn't sure. At moments like these, he wished fives was still here. He would surely know what to do.
Imagining his brother in his mind, fives would surely tell him to go to her and play it smooth. Whatever that last part meant. All he knew is that he had to man up and go to her. Talk to her. He was back, just as she wanted. And he was damned if that wasn't worth a second kiss.
With renewed resolve, he slapped the ships console and got up, determined to find y/n and play it smooth.
Y/N
You were so glad that everyone came back. Not everyone was in one piece, but they were alive and well. When you saw Echo's familiar silhouette appear from the ship, your heart skipped a beat. Relief washed over you. Soon followed by stress. In an instant of anxiety, you have decided to kiss him. Absolutely convinced that he would not come back, you decided to screw consequences and just go for it.
Now he was back and surely had questions, or at least a comment. Or a rejection.
Already hearing his deep, raspy voice say something like "I'm sorry, I don't like you that way" made you want to get on the next ship away from Pabu to live on a remote planet as a farmer.
Since that wasn't an option, you buried yourself in busy work, keeping your distance to Echo.
You sat at your usual spot at the beach, bare feet in the sand, watching the ocean waves. The calming sound of the water was relaxing after the busyness of the last days.
You sighed, lost in thought. So lost in fact, that you almost missed the crunching steps coming closer. The familiar sound of combat boots. Completely unprepared for that conversation, you saw Echo approach with his dark armor, helmet under his arm and golden eyes fixed on you.
Trying to pretend everything was normal, you waved and smiled, coaxing a lopsided grin from his face.
"hey", you greeted him, avoiding his gaze.
"hey" he answered, sitting down next do you.
Silence.
Awkward. Silence.
"So...", you started, at the same time as he said "Well..." Both of you stopped. He chuckled nervously.
You turned towards him, finding his golden amber eyes studying you. You felt your cheeks and ears furiously blushing.
"I'm back" he stated, leaning forward, "just as you ordered me to", his voice was low, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.
"yes, I'm glad" you drew your knees close and half buried your face in your arms to hide the embarrassment.
He etched closer, his arm almost touching you.
"Uhm, you know, before I left. What- what did it mean?" He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing.
You pondered your answer. What did it mean?
Noticing your hesitation, Echo nervously clarified:
"the uhm...the k-k-iss." He whispered the words like it was something forbidden and secret.
His expression changed. Now that the words had left his lips, he looked insecure. The faintest hint of red could be seen on his pale, bony cheeks. That face, document to all the hardships he had endured, pale and sunken, yet it was all you could think about. His amber eyes were what drew you in. Kind and intelligent, determined they looked at you. You couldn't help but wanting to comfort him.
Slowly, you lifted your hand to his cheek and let you fingers glide down his face. Feeling his warm skin, the slightest hint of stubble.
"it meant that I would miss you a lot" you finally answered.
He swallowed hard again, eyes darting.
"you, too" he rasped, and very carefully lifted his good hand to your chin, lifting it so you faced him directly. He licked his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. Leaning in for a kiss, you could hear his nervous breathing. He tried to shift his weight and lean on in the scomp link attached to his arm.
It was stable, sure, but still just a metal rod. He hit a stone and it glided away to the side. Just as he was about to touch your lips, he toppled over to the side, landing in the sand with a loud curse.
It was puzzling how he could manoeuvre with absolut precision in one Moment, and trip over his own body the next. You had to laugh. It was freeing and relaxing, breaking the tension. You could hear his barking laugh chime in. It was such a rare sight to see him laughing, full of warmth.
The uneasy atmosphere was gone, Echo stretched and rolled on his back, still smiling at you. He looked good like this.
When he was about to get up, you put a hand on his chest and pushed him gently back down. With newfound boldness, you straddled his hips, earning a surprises gasp from him, and bent down to finally kiss him.
Authors note: I recently read a post about how he sometimes really is a bit clumsy, and I think it's adorable. I also like to think that he's the kind who likes to be prepared, so he is surely helpless in the face of romance. I hope you enjoyed my little debut story, leave a comment and let me know what you think
I'm just,,,,, deeply enamored with Echo's golden eyes. I don't care what canon says, I headcanon he's always had them and when Fives and he would switch places during their shenanigans, Echo would have to wear contacts because people would always recognize him by his eyes.
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