Rex ~ Wants some fucking stability. Poor guy is in charge of the 501st. Rex’s ideal partner is very down-to-earth and someone he can build a strong, trust-based relationship with. Rex would do well with someone who is very sweet and can bring out his more playful side.
Cody ~ He’s a Marshal Commander which means he has a shit ton of responsibility. He needs someone who isn’t going to add to that. Cody’s ideal partner is someone who is mature, level-headed, and gentle. Someone who is going to help him relax after a long day (in more ways than one oyoy).
Wolffe ~ This guy is a total softie at heart even though it takes a while for a potential s/o to learn that. But once Wolffe is in, HE’S IN!! And he wants that dedication to be reciprocated. His ideal type is someone who is private like him but is incredibly loving when alone. Someone who prefers a night in to a night out.
Fives ~ Someone who will laugh at his jokes and crack loads of their own. Fives would thrive with someone who can bring out the side of him he tries to mask with humour. They can coax his more serious side out. His ideal partner is funny, passionate, and not afraid to say what they’re thinking.
Echo ~ He is best friends with Fives and he loves to make bad puns. His ideal partner needs to have a good sense of humour. Someone who is patient and genuinely enjoys listening to him ramble on about the interesting things he’s learnt. Maybe a bit of a reader themselves too.
Kix ~ His ideal partner is someone who is going to challenge him mentally. Kix wants someone who he can discuss politics/religion/[insert controversial topic] with. Someone who is caring too! Kix spends all his time looking after other people so to be looked after would be a treat for him.
Jesse ~ Someone who doesn’t take things too seriously would be ideal for Jesse. He is sassy and sarcastic and his s/o has to be able to know when he’s joking. Loyalty is everything to Jesse. He wants a partner who has his back always. If they’re a bit of a foodie, that’s a bonus.
Hardcase ~ He is full of energy and definitely needs a partner who can keep up with him. Someone who wants to spend their free time doing new and exciting things. However, Hardcase would really benefit from a partner who also knows when to take a step back and appreciate life when it’s slow.
Summary: Hardcase pays a visit to your apartment after not seeing you for a couple of months 💙
Rating: Pg & Sfw
Warnings: This is just a bunch of fluff! Kissing and cuddling
Word Count: 1 k
Note: Ner Jorbe means 'my reason' in mando'a! I felt like that would be cute for Hardcase to call his s/o 🥺This is something short I wrote over the past two days to calm my anxiety (cause college has restarted!! oh boy).
You heard the doorbell ring, and you paused. You weren’t expecting anyone, so who could it possibly be?
You started debating if you actually had school or work today, maybe someone was coming to yell at you or give you the work you missed. But why wouldn't they just comm you? Anxiety piled onto your chest as you walked to the door.
However, as soon as the door slid open, the anxiety was immediately thrown out the window. In front of you stood a man in very familiar white and blue armor. Your eyes moved from his chest, up to his helmet, tracing the blue lines with your eyes.
Usually Hardcase would comm you before coming to your apartment, letting you know beforehand. It had been almost a few months since you had last seen him, and you had started to fear the worst. There was relief mixed with surprise swirling around you, and your eyes threatened to tear up.
“Hi” Hardcase vocalized, his voice modulated with his helmet still on. For a moment you paused, before your smile grew wider as you jokingly rolled your eyes with how little he spoke.
You couldn’t stop your body from taking small steps forward, reaching your hand out to grasp the side of the helmet. You felt him lean against the touch, your fingers tracing over the blue lines that were positioned under his visor.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it, Hardcase?” You murmured dramatically, and you were sure he was practically grinning ear to ear as he took in your excited expression. He leaned down to press his forehead against yours, his large hand covering yours in the process.
You flinched with how cool his bucket was, eyes slipping closed as you adjusted. Hardcase squeezed your hand, his gloved hand bringing you comfort.
"I ran all the way here, sorry about there being no call, there was no time." He voiced, and you let out a small giggle.
"That determined to see me huh?" You teased, and you could tell with how his grip loosened that he had something planned.
You moved to pull away, but the hand that was resting on yours moved to your waist. As you were focused on his one hand, you didn't notice his other hand moving.
Laughter rang through the air as your legs were lifted off the ground. The feeling of not being able to move was exhilarating, that was until your face came into contact with the hard plastoid material of your lover's armor.
You let out a small 'oof' , causing Hardcase to let out another series of laughs (with you shortly joining him). You could feel him walking towards your bedroom, hearing the door slide open.
As quickly as you were put into the position of being flung over your boyfriend's shoulder, it came to an end as he practically launched you onto your bed.
There was no way the laughter was stopping now, even with it being modulated behind his helmet. In fact, that made you laugh even more.
You felt your body bounce onto the bed, trying to get your bearings as you moved to sit up. Hardcase was still in front of the bed, his hand covering where his mouth is over his helmet.
You couldn’t stop yourself from doing grabby hands towards him, and seemingly forgetting he had armor on he started to crawl onto the bed.
“Hardcase oh my force-“ You laughed out, the words tumbling from your lips as he just seemingly decided to rest his entire weight on you. You were forced to lay down straight on your back, his armor pressing uncomfortably into you.
You moved your hands from underneath him, your fingers slipping underneath his helmet so that you could lightly pull it off.
As soon as you heard the click, you slowly pulled it upwards, his face being revealed to you almost like it was the first time you saw him. The smile on his face lit up your life.
“I’ve missed you so much ner jorbe” Hardcase expressed, lightly kissing you on the forehead. He lightly trailed kisses down your face, kissing the corners of your mouth teasingly. You opened your mouth to reply, but you were immediately cut off by his mouth, finally pressing a kiss onto yours.
Even with his armor pressing into you at weird angles, you were able to melt into the kiss. You forgot how much of an amazing kisser he was, and you didn't want it to end. With the need for air, you sadly had to pull away.
“I missed you too my love” You breathed out as you pushed Hardcase up lightly, shifting his body weight off of you. Sitting up, you started working on his armor pieces, his hands moving to help you.
Once the armor was off, he shifted so his back was to you, resting against your own chest. You wrapped your arms around him, sighing as you rested your chin on his head. He let out a little ‘hmm?’ At your noise, shifting to get comfortable.
“Just still can’t believe you are here, that’s all,” You mumbled out to give him context, closing your eyes as you held onto your loved one. "I was getting worried that I lost you."
He hummed at your response, flipping around in your arms to hold onto you. His head was on your chest, and he was looking up at you.
“You won’t be losing me anytime soon cyare, don’t you worry about it.”
And then Hardcase went to Umbara, used the Umbaran sky fighter to blow up the supply ship and Krell, got promoted to ARC Trooper, helped Fives discover the chip and save Tup’s life, convinced the Jedi to remove every clone’s chip and give Anakin therapy, and then Commander Fox got to kill Sheev Palpatine.
The End!
could you do the going undercover as a married couple leading to realisation of feelings trope with Wrecker?
CAN I EVER 🤩
Warnings: F L U F F F F FF F F F F F, TOO MUCH FLUFF, CUDDLES, DONT LOOK AT ME- ALSO CONFESSIONS (sorta) ON A BEACH (it's a lake but I'll count it)
The beach was damp, more like a lake than the sea. Wrecker crossed his legs as he settled back on the rock, rubbing his hands and looking over the crashing waves, rivuleting over one another in tandem. He ran his thumb over the ridged surface of the shell, thinking back on the mission for a moment- he and the special operative that had been working with the Batch for a while had to go undercover on this villa, and do some long term work.
That meant sticking together, joined at the hip in a small house, undercover as a married couple. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed it.
Wrecker chuckled to himself. Was he really so shocked? He really loved her, truly- and it was bizarre even to him how well he knew her. He didn't think he could know someone as well as he knew his brothers. But here he was, collecting orange and white speckled shells, and each one was a thought of her.
The interior was smooth, a pale pink, a bit like her cheeks when she woke up from sleeping on her arm all night. Her face was always so red when she got up in the morning, blotched on one side. It was so... cute. Everything was cute to him- he was a giant, and he knew this, but she just stood out to every other small or adorable thing he saw. She was a fully rounded person and he wanted to know that person the best he could.
Sand crunched behind him, and a hand landed gently on his back. "That's a conch." Her finger tapped lightly on the surface of the shell he was examining. "They're my favorites."
"Oh!" Wrecker opened his hand, watching her fingers with a gentle fascination as she took the shell. "I found it. Thought you could have it."
"Thanks." She chuckled, lowering herself on the rock next to him.
Moments that felt like hours passed, and they say in comfortable silence, the waves lapping closer and closer to their makeshift seats. She tucked her legs up to her chest, eyes moving back to the shell. Wrecker was normally more comfortable in sound- people who loved one another shouldn't ever have a quiet room. But this silence was a warm one, and welcome one, and besides, it wasn't that quiet with the ocean at their door.
"Hey, Wreck?" She said, softly.
He hummed in response, glancing over at her. She shifted, not looking at him, eyes still plastered to the shell. "What's up?"
"I really like working with you. A lot." She smiled at the shell. Smiles held a lot of information. Her smile was soft, tender, unlike her unruly fighting side.
“I like it, too. With you, I mean.” Wrecker grinned and looked down at his own shell, the wide shape not even covering his whole palm. “You’re always a lot of fun.” There was another pause, somewhat more weighted as he added, “I can do anything with you, you know.”
She glanced at him, a grin splitting her face. “Same. But with you.”
Their smiles were exchanged, bright, big, and Wrecker felt his palms warm under the shell. It didn’t matter how much the tide came in, he would be fine with sitting by here in the setting sun and looking at her.
“Kark!” She stood, splashing back into the water, sputtering. “The tide-”
Wrecker laughed and hopped off, walking around the rocks and helping her up. “Here.”
She planted her hands in his and stood, giggling. “I’m soaked.”
Shrugging his massive shoulders, Wrecker pulled her around the rocks. “Yeah. But that’s okay, you have extra clothes.”
The woman laughed, a beautiful and throaty sound as they trekked up the sandy hill towards their undercover house. But the whole time, her hands stayed in his, and Wrecker felt her squeeze his fingers- and this time, it wasn’t just for the cover of the role they were playing.
The Bad Batch Headcanons [Favourite Thing About You]
【ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG-13 and sfw! 】
【ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：Lots of fluff with mentions of cuddles, hugs, and displays of affection. Mentions of Echo having body image issues [body dysmorphia].】
【ａ／ｎ：I've recently fallen in love with the Bad Batch and decided to give another wack at headcanons. It's been a while since I have written any.】
Hunter:
In all honesty, his favourite thing about you is your smell. Odd at first glance, in fact, it's why he keeps it a secret from you. But, there is a reasoning behind it.
He was genetically enhanced to have heightened senses and he carries the weight of his entire squadron on his shoulders, so suffice to say things can be a bit overwhelming for him. But, your gentle scent reminds him of nights laying beside you in bed. The times when he would put his clothes on for the day to find that they still smelled faintly of you from when you borrowed them the day before.
Hunter is often gone for long periods of time due to the missions that Cid tasks him and the squadron to complete. He can be gone for days at a time and he misses you greatly. So, he'll often leave his blacks for you to wear when he leaves so he can take them on the next mission.
To him, you are home. When you, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair, and Omega are altogether safe and sound—that is this man's home and good lord does he miss it when you're not with them.
Crosshair:
Now Crosshair would never admit this, but he loves how you cuddle him after a long day—more specifically how your arms slide perfectly around him from behind.
He is constantly having to be on edge, alert, and aware of his surroundings. It is all he knew how to do when on missions during the Clone Wars and he always kept his sniper within arms reach of his bed. But, when he's in your arms in his bunk and you're pressed against his back he feels like he can relax. He would die before he would admit it, but you can tell that after a while all the tension would melt away from his shoulders.
Crosshair isn't an affectionate man by any means, it takes a lot for this man to give you a kiss or a hug on a good day. His form of affection is snarky, sarcastic comments. But, don't take it the wrong way, this man is touch starved.
He can barely sleep without you pressed behind him anymore, so much so, when you tried to return to your own bunk one night he refused to let you.
Wrecker:
Wrecker is the king of displays of affection, he will always pick you up to hold you close, he will lead you around by holding your hand, and loves wrapping you up in his arms. He will cuddle you any time of the day regardless of who's watching.
He loves every part of you, he can't really name a specific part because he will snuggle all of you regardless. But, you have noticed that he has an affinity for your hands. He always touches them, plays with them, and places them on his cheek whenever he wants. His favourite thing to do is compare the sizes of your hands and he will comment how small and cute they are in contrast to his own.
If you ever say you don't like your hands due to blemishes or scarring (or any other reason why), he will gasp loudly and kiss your palms, fingers, and snuggle them.
Wrecker has never outright said why he likes your hands so much, but you have noted repeatedly that he especially enjoys when you cup his face gently in your hands—placing small kisses on his face.
Tech:
The bluntly honest man that he is, Tech has answered repeatedly when you asked him what was his favourite thing about you was. Obviously, after a long explanation, he said that he said that he likes your eyes.
He likes that you give him your full attention and he can see within your eyes that you actually process his words. He admits it's what made him fall in love with you in the first place. The other members of his squadron don't always want to listen to him, but you give him all your attention with focused eyes and all. He also likes the colour of them and likes how they light up when you say his name.
Tech finds it cute how he can catch you looking at him with a smile on your face and he'll often deliberately point it out so he can see your cheeks redden with a blush.
When the two of you are heading to bed, he'll wrap you in his arms and kiss your eyelids as gently as he can. All the while, he'll be talking or reading allowed to you in order to help coax you into sleep.
Echo:
Echo is a simple man, he loves the sound of your voice. He likes the way you say his name, the way you hum him to sleep after a bad nightmare, and how you will never fail to give him words of affirmation when he isn't feeling the best.
He's been through a lot and he thought he would never find someone who views him more than his prosthetics. You understand that they are a part of him, but aren't the only aspect of him that you love. When he gets nervous about not being able to give you what an ordinary person could, you remind him with that sweet voice of yours that you wouldn't have anyone else in the universe.
Echo often finds himself listening to your every word, he swears he could listen to your voice for hours. He especially enjoys it when you would tell him about your interests and the way your eyes would light up melts his heart.
The loving, gentle, tender words you would mutter to him and only him in the late hours of the night is something he would never trade for the world.
maybe how the bad batch (+rex?) would try and learn about your culture?
Interesting Idea. There are so many different people and cultures out there, I think the batchers might be curious too. Maybe some a bit more than others. Let's see....
The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Learning About Your Culture
Hunter
Take it slow. He want's to do and understand everything right. Step by step, bit by bit he will learn slow but eager each aspect of your culture.
Traditions, believes, myths, history. He is thoughtful and attentive in his way to learn more about you and your way of life.
He's an outdoors guy, so take him to sights that revolve around your culture, he'll be all in for that. Hunter is always willing to travel with you.
Echo
He is especially interested in how you grew up in your cultur. He didn't have a real childhood, his life has been very short so far and only characterized by military training and missions.
Tell Echo about how you grew up within your culture, he will listen to you very attentively, ask questions. You will see, he is genuinely interested.
Maybe you can combine this with exploring his ancestors culture aswell.
Wrecker
The best way to get him interested is by showing him the *food* side of your culture. Wrecker will try absolute everything. Spicy, sweet, sour and beyond.
A huge aspect of his personality is his playfulness. Celebrations revolving your culture are something he'll be showing great interest in too. Colorful traditions, myths and historical aspects are something he'll be all ears for aswell.
Tech
As soon as you two became an item, he started studying everything about you, of course, including your culture.
By the time you are talking to him about it, he'll 'surprise' you with his knowlegde about your culture. He may even know more about it than you do, at least in theory.
But he is always open to learn more. He picks up and gathers information like a sponge.
Crosshair
He may not show too much interest openly, but he is attentive. Crosshair looks into it, quietly, makes mental notes and sometimes surprisingly throws in his gained knowledge in little gifts he gives you.
However if you 'accuse' him of being so thoughtful and caring because of that gift, he'll wave it of and role his eyes. Calling you 'easy to please'. He's just not good at admiting that he cares.
With the food side of your culture it could get a little tricky. Crosshair is a very picky eater.
Rex
He is generally curious about your background and culture. Rex will ask questions on his own, wanting to know and understand where you are coming from.
Food, history, celebrations, traditions, myths, all of it is interesting to him because it's all in some way a part of you. He is a careful and skeptical person usually, but he is open minded and willing to partake in your culture.
Everything that brings him closer to you, is worth trying it out.
summary: honestly this is just pure fluff. kind alien takes care of you :). you’re a jedi. also, pining. GN reader as always.
warnings: brief mention of mild injuries and mentions of a nosebleed. use of the nickname ‘little one’ jic
notes: title from hozier’s ‘almost (sweet music).’ honestly this may be ooc, i’ve only recently got into star wars so i apologise if somethings are off. also, i’m very tired and i haven’t edited this much, i have to post it b4 i get too nervous lol. hope you enjoy? <3
((the gif below isn’t mine))
certainly, it probably wasn’t the best place you’d ever taken a nap—but beggars can’t be choosers. besides, the steps of the jedi temple were blissfully cool against your warm back, who could’ve blamed you for drifting off?
the distant sounds of coruscant blurred together, humming like white noise in your ears.
it was pleasant—calm, which was something you’d been sorely lacking recently.
travelling the galaxy looking for ancient artifacts for weeks on end took a lot out of a jedi. the nights of no sleep seemed to catch up to you as soon as you’d sat down for a break.
it was getting late, anyway, the sun just disappearing below the horizon.
all this to say, you were exhausted. the spoils from your galactic tour were carefully packaged in your bag, which you were clutching to your side like a lifeline. another near death experience to add to the list.
though, it had been undoubtedly thrilling. maybe you’d been spending too much time with skywalker.
your sleepy mind didn’t register the footsteps approaching until they were in attacking distance— a testament to your tiredness.
“little one?”
your eyes snapped open at the familiar voice. sure enough, there above you stood plo koon, his head tilted curiously.
it made the kel dor look bizarrely like a cat.
you stared up at him silently, pupils blown wide.
“how badly are you injured?” he asked, voice laced with concern that made your chest ache.
plo knelt by you, slowly reaching over to press a hand against your forehead. if it weren’t for the mask, you’d imagine he’d be frowning.
“‘m just tired.” you offered lamely, voice slightly slurred.
“you have a nosebleed.” the kel dor replied, “did you hit your head?”
your face scrunched in thought. you couldn’t remember much, having been on autopilot for at least three days now.
“um—“
plo sighed softly.
“let’s get you to a medic, little one.” he suggested.
you shook your head, unwilling to wake anyone up
“i’m fine, plo, honest.” you brought up a hand to shield your eyes against the last rays of sun, “just need to sleep. maybe for a week.”
he let out a soft chuckle before gently reaching over to pull you into a sitting position, mindful of his talons
“can you stand?”
instead of answering him verbally, you gathered your strength and pushed yourself up from the steps. every muscle in your body protested the movement and you groaned lowly in pain.
the kel dor held your shoulders in his strong grip, steadying you. you forcefully ignored the way your chest warmed at his touch and reached down to snatch your bag from the floor.
“what is it you’ve discovered this time?” plo asked in interest.
“hymns, i think.” you replied.
(yes, you’d risked your life over songs. in fairness, you hadn’t realised it at the time.)
“hymns.” plo repeated, voice mildly amused.
you scowled playfully, hitching the bag over your shoulder.
“i’m going to learn them.” you explained, “then teach them to the younglings, you know they love singing.”
the amusement bleeding into his force signature disappeared, being replaced by something warm and fond. something soft—
“that they do.” he agreed quietly before taking a step forward, encouraging you to do the same with a light nudge to your back.
embarrassingly, as soon as you took the first step, your legs collapsed beneath you.
luckily plo was there to catch you, holding you up easily.
force he was strong.
“sorry.” you said, cheeks heating.
“it’s quite alright.” plo comforted, “it’s quite a walk to your rooms, would you let me carry you?”
whatever you had expected him to say, it wasn’t that. your eyes widened.
“uh—sure. if—if that’s okay?”
in reply, he plucked your bag from your shoulder and placed it on his own. you sighed in relief as the weight was lifted. honestly, the things you did for those kids—
“bend your knees, little one.”
oh fuck.
you did so immediately, like the good little jedi you were, and let out an undignified squeak as he literally swept you off your feet.
the kel dor said nothing as he carefully cradled you to his chest.
maker he was warm. and strong, did you mention strong?
“comfortable?” he teased lightly. you let out a soft laugh, and let your tired head fall onto his shoulder.
plo stilled momentarily, so quick you didn’t catch it, before starting the walk back to your room.
the heat of his body, combined with the rocking of his movements soon lulled you into a near-sleep.
you forced your eyes to blink open, looking up at him curiously.
“what were you doing outside this late?” you wondered.
plo glanced down at you a moment, then focused his covered eyes in front of you.
“i was watching the stars.” he answered quietly.
your mind flickered back to the start of your friendship, years ago. sunsets spent outside the temple talking until the stars appeared. you’d recount stories of constellations you’d picked up from your travels and he would sit beside you, listening intently.
something unfurled in your stomach.
“did you miss me, plo?” you teased, delighting in the way he chuckled beneath you.
a memory of master yoda’s voice entered your thoughts, warning you of attachments.
a bit late for that, isn’t it?
“i missed you too.” you admitted quietly.
nothing else needed to be said and plo continued to navigate the maze that was the temple.
he stopped a few minutes later outside your door, looking down to find you sleeping quietly on his chest.
plo’s heart clenched in his chest as he observed your peaceful expression, then the eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks and blood drying around your nose.
you were beautiful. he looked away.
“little one.” he coaxed softly, shifting so he was holding you with one arm. his left hand reached up and he stroked your cheek gently with his knuckle.
you let out a little sigh, pressing yourself closer to him.
he called your name then, and you blinked awake for the second time that night.
“oh.” you muttered, wriggling a little in his arms until he set you carefully on your feet.
“thank you, honey.” you offered sleepily, the endearment easily slipping out without you realising. something warm trailed up plo’s neck and into his cheeks.
you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.
you opened your door and tested your legs hesitantly. to your relief, they didn’t fail you this time, though plo hovered close just in case.
“goodnight, plo,” you smiled at him.
“sleep well, little one,” he replied, cheeks lifting as he returned the smile under his mask.
This was requested and you can find it here. This number 1 from my prompt list here. I hope everyone that reads enjoys:)
Also my requests are open
It wasn’t easy for Echo to open up, even as he sits here watching you desperately try to get him to talk to you about what’s going on in his mind. He just can’t find the right words, words that would ease the worry on your face. He hates it because he just want to tell you everything. He doesn’t want to be harsh and push you away anymore.
Perhaps he could start with how he so desperately just wants to be held by you. He wants your arms around him. He want to hear sweet nothings whispered into his ear as he listen to your heart beat in your chest. It would be so soothing and he’d finally get a peaceful rest. No nightmares of waking up on a metal slab with wires and tubes hooked up to him.
Would you be repulsed by him? The scared tissue that litters his body from his accident or would you run your fingers along them with a feather light touch that would send shivers down his spine. He doesn’t know why you’re always here when he needs someone but he’s thankful that you’re still here trying.
His eyes land on you again, your eyes searching his face as your hand reaches out to touch his knee. He almost pulls away but stops himself. His lips press into a thin line before he lets out a shaky breath.
“I could love you, if you let me” Your tone soft and loving and he feels his heart squeeze in his chest as the corner of his lips twitch into a smile, one that reaches his eyes
“I-I can’t do that to you” His forehead winkles as his head lowers in shame “I wouldn’t be able to give you everything you’d want, I’m more machine than man”
“I just want you” He looks up at you “You are not a machine, you are a man, the man that I love with my whole heart” you tilt your head to the side as you reach up, cupping his face and he leans into to it, his eyes fluttering shut “Echo, I’ll wait until your ready because I’m not going anywhere”
“Lay with me?” Echo asks lowly and you nod as he begins to lay back, and you manage to squeeze yourself into the small bunk, he moves a little so that his head is rested on your chest, your heart is beating fast as you begin to run your hand up and down his back, touch feather light and a shiver runs up his back, a smile creeps up onto his face as he whispers “thank you”
Your arm tightens around him as you tangle your legs with his, you feel him stiffen in your arms and you start to hum. Trying to calm him and calm your beating heart. He’s never let you be this close to him before and you don’t want to mess it up. You just want him to know that you’re here and staying put for as long as he wants you. He slowly begins to relax in your arms, and you hear the soft snores leave his lips and you grin to yourself.
“You’re the one for me” You whisper as you lean down to press a kiss to the top of his head and let your eyes close as you begin to fall asleep as well.
Numbers 5&16 on my prompt list, requested by anon. I apologize for how long these are taking but I hope you all enjoy :)
Echo glances over to where you stand as he collects the data from the prison database. He softly smiles as he watches the way your fingers wiggle along the side of your lightsaber a small trinket hanging from it. He squirts his eyes to try and get a better look at it but in the dark corner of the control room he can’t make it out.
“Hey” he calls softly and you turn with a brow raised and he nods to your lightsaber “What’s that?” He asks
“It’s-“ you pause as heat fills your cheeks “It’s that little ring you made from your old armor and my armor” you answer as you begin to fiddle with it
“You still have that?” His voice filled with disbelief, the old armor was when he had been a shiny and your old Jedi armor back when the war was just reaching its height. He feels his cheeks heat up as his chest swells with love as you nod your head as you say “of course I still have it, you gave it to me”
It silent again as you study the screens making sure the way out would still be clear. You spot the rest of the team heading towards the cells that held the person of interest. You glance over to Echo and give a small nod before looking back to see the cell door open. You quick tap along the keys to find a different angle as you press the button on your comm link.
“You’re all clear boys, we’ll meet you back at the ship” You announce as you turn back towards Echo as he pulls his scomp from the port and stands. He walks over to you as he begins to take his helmet off. He places it down beside the panel and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Your raise your eyebrows as a smile slowly creeps onto your face.
“Marry me” He whispers and your breath catches in your throat and he lets out a soft chuckle “Marry me” He whispers once more as he press his forehead to yours and you bit you lips as you eyes flutter shut
“This really isn’t the best time to be asking me that” You giggle as you reach up cupping his cheek and he leans into your touch
“I never did have good timing” He says as he pulls back to look at you, his eyes searching your face
Blaring alarms fill the silence and you look back over at the screen. The boys were cornered and you turn towards Echo. He quick leans down pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before grabbing his helmet and pulling you from the control room.
The door swooshes open and a whole squad of police droids stand before you. Pushing Echo into cover as you force push the droids back, you free hand now grips your lightsaber clicking it on as you make quick work of destroying the droids.
“Just like old times, eh general?” Echo teasing tone cause you to smirk as you look over at him and give a slight shake to your head
Sitting back on the Marauder with a worried Echo hovering over you as Tech places a bacta patch over the little wound you suffered while saving Omega. You wince slightly as Tech runs his hand down the patch to make sure it’s in place.
“Tech!” Echo snaps as he pulls him back
“Echo it’s okay!” You as you roll your sleeve back down “Thank you Tech” you add with a smile and he nods as he walks back to the front of the ship, taking Omega with him despite her protests
Echo tilts his head to the side as he looks you over, looking for any other injuries that he may have missed. He doesn’t find any and he softly smiles at you. He takes your hand and pulls you with him towards the bunk. He sets you down as he reaches for your lightsaber, his fingers run along the cool metal before taking the small ring into his hand.
“Why do you wanna marry me anyhow?” You ask as you reach up to cups his face, your legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer towards you
“So I can kiss you whenever I want” he chuckles softly as he looks up at you
“You already do that” You smile a teasing tone to your voice as you lean down to press a quick kiss to lips before pulling back and he closes the space again, his lips soft and warm
“I want more” he whispers, his eyes on yours, both filled with adoration as you nod your head “so why don’t you put this on your finger and then when we get back Ord Mantell we find someone to marry us” he smiles widely and you look down at the ring and nod your head once more
The smiles on both your faces are wide and bright. He leans up to kiss you once more and when he pulls back you’re pulling him in for another one and another one before laughing as he slips the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly.
I want to give Rex as many children as he wants. Seeing what kind of big bro was he to Ahsoka he def would be a perfect daddy
*:･ﾟ✧ 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲
pairing: dad!captain rex x f!reader
warnings: MDNI, brief mention of breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, wholesome dad!rex, wholesome vode and their niece, fluffiest hcs ever, no explicit sexual content!!
a/n: you know i’m just a girl with a bad case of baby fever 🥺 i 10000% agree with you, nonni, i had to go for fluff for this one—hope that’s okay!! <3 feel free to share any other soft thoughts about dad!rex that you want to see my take on <3
𝗱𝗮𝗱!𝗿𝗲𝘅 (𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁.)
- but seriously, this man causes the baby fever in me to elevate even higher than it usually is (if that’s even possible); he’s so gentle and caring behind all that ‘captain’ business, something that we’ve seen with both his little sis and brothers <3
- i wouldn’t be surprised if one day he’d just reveal his MASSIVE breeding kink. you can’t tell me that rex hasn’t thought about having a family of his own after being knocked down a few pegs at cut and suu’s place.
- the idea of having a little family of his own, his own babies that look at him as if he hung all the stars that glitter the skies above them? like actual babies that hold his dna, that look like him; whether than be his nose or his eyes, he helped create that bundle of joy that he calls his child!!
- just picture post-war rex, no order 66 or any of that sad shit :(( just a man whose efforts helped win the war and kept the galaxy safe. so, of course it’s only fair the man can finally go public with you, showing you off and just cheering you on every opportunity he gets—and you, of course, are there with his gift (pssst da gift is da coochie)
- no surprise when you’re waddling around with a miniature captain growing inside you, constantly kicking just like his fricking dad and leaving you restless, waking you on many occasions.
- for example, one time when rex had a long night at work (permanent position at the GAR but more to do with admin for now!!) and finds you awake at an awfully late time.
- “your baby can’t seem to settle—just like their bu, huh?”
- and then he walks over, kneeling by the side of the bed so he’s level with your bump and has a hand rubbing where he can see the familiar, monster-like imprint of the baby’s foot as they kick.
- “babybug, i know you’re excited and you can’t help but want to say hello whenever you get the chance to, but you have to let your mama here sleep. we’re both so excited to meet you, so don’t you worry—there’ll be plenty of time to say hello soon.”
- but you’re not surprised once the baby starts amping up the kicking, the movement hitting rex’s palm as if they’re greeting their dad, recognising his voice and excited that he’d finally come back home.
- “easy, little one, time to settle down, okay? bu’s right here, ad’ika, and so is mama—now, how about we both let her sleep and in the morning you can say hi again to us? that sound like an okay deal for you?”
- and as if it were magic, the baby finally settles, the kicking coming to a stop as if soothed by rex’s voice and presence, and you let out a sigh of relief at it.
- once the baby arrives? she’s the love of his life!!! his own little princess!! (maybe joint spot between the both of you)
- constantly holding her and trying to do everything he can so that you can rest. wants to make recovery as easy and as comfortable as possible for you that he sometimes even forgets the feeding involves the milk from your breasts.
- “rex, baby, you know i have to feed our little babybug; hand her over,”
- “you just relax, cyare, i can deal—”
- “last time i checked, your boobs don’t produce food for our little one, and i haven’t pumped yet,”
- heartbroken that his boobies don’t have any milk and he has to hand her over </3 but is over it as soon as you give him the green light. gently holds her on his lap and burps her, praising her for being so good 🥺
- “there’s the little burp i wanted to hear; good job, ad’ika; think you might even beat ba’vodu fives with how good that burp was, huh?”
- wait wait wait—when he takes her in to work on his day off to show his vode their niece?? these war-torn men, hardened by the destruction they’d been victim to just falling to their knees at how precious their niece is? like, literally TEARING UP at how much they already love her?
- all of them basically fighting over her, wanting to hold her and cuddle her, read her bedtime stories and sing her lullabies that they’d been taught from when they were just little like her.
- “hey, it’s my turn to hold her, echo!”
- “no it’s not, you held her for basically the whole day yesterday!”
- but they needn’t worry as soon enough, you’re expecting your second child!! yeah, rex doesn’t chill for one second when it comes to expanding his family (but is totally respectful if you want to wait a bit longer!)
- and ba’vodu ahsoka? you know she’s entertaining her niece with all the silly force games that she’d constantly get told off for when she was just a youngling (anakin also joins in and on more than one occasion, rex falls victim to building blocks falling from the sky)
Bad Batch!Echo x Reader, takes place after episode one but is basically pure fluff
Warnings: none unless you count a couple fo canon-typically swears, just pure fluff
A/N: I figured I should post something this week and I am currently going through writer’s block for all of my other pieces in the work… so this came out. Anyways I hope you like it!!
“It’s just one date,” Echo murmured to himself as he snapped his socket-arm back in place. He quickly caught a glimpse of his ghostly figure in the mirror. The reflection was one that was still unfamiliar to him. The doctors told him that he would start to look normal after a couple of months on a regular diet, but he had yet to see any changes.
“Echo? Echo, you there?” He heard Hunter’s voice say, accompanied with a knock on the bathroom door, “That girl from earlier is here. She’s asking for ya’,”
The door swooshed open and Echo stood there in his plastoid armor, “Do I look okay?” He asked, trying to keep his nerves to a minimum.
Hunter gave him a him a quick glance up and down, “You look-”
“You could’ve done something with your hair!” Wrecker joked with a loud laugh that probably shook the entire ship.
His hand immediately went to the exposed skin on the top of his head. The thought of possibly wearing his helmet for the entire night crossed his mind. But earlier, you had complimented his eyes saying how pretty they were which made him hesitant to cover up his whole face. Maybe if he had something like Tech’s helmet…
“Echo,” Hunter pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Yes Serg?” He answered.
“She’s waiting for you. If you don’t get out there soon I’m gonna have to show her a good time” He smirked with a hand on his shoulder.
Echo shook his head and brushed his commanding officer’s hand off before walking towards the exit of the ship.
“Echo, one more thing,” He heard Tech address him from the front.
“Yes Tech?” He asked before rolling his eyes. The last thing he really needed was a comment from his most analytical brother.
“Statistically speaking you-”
“Shut it Tech,” He yelled, his head shaking, trying to get rid of all the thoughts everyone for the last couple of hours had put in his head. Kriff, even Omega was amazed that he was able to score one night with you.
“It’s just a date,” He sighed before pressing the door open.
Once the door opened, he immediately spotted you. It wasn’t hard as you were casually twirling in a pastel-dyed dress in front of the ship. Your attention was on how the fabric of your dress fluttered up every time you turned a little faster.
Echo grinned from watching your reaction from something so simple. For once, he couldn’t find a word to describe what he was looking at. Stunning didn’t even come close to the sight of you, but pretty was far too simple and elementary.
As the moonlight reflected off your skin, highlighting every one of your features he contemplated the word, lovely. Too caught up with you, he didn’t care to notice when his heart stopped skipping beats and changed to beating out of his chest.
You stopped twirling for a moment, finally noticing him.
When his eyes met yours he swore in that moment that time stopped just for the both of you. He took in every detail, knowing the rarity of these moments. The softness of your eyes, how your hair shined and the small giggle just about to escape your lips as you had been caught by him.
“Echo,” You said, and it rolled off your tongue, sounding like the sweetest word to him.
We need more fics where Tup is visibly angry at the fact that Dogma has been reconned
That Tup can’t bond with a recon Dogma, not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s not the same
Because how he bonded with Dogma was different to now; he grew up with Dogma. This one isn’t his Dogma and it’s hard to look past that
We need Tup struggling with wanting to be nice and being passive aggressive to this new Vod that is Dogma but is also not
We need Tup less wanting to help and more wanting to forget that his brother is gone
We need more human emotions beyond kindness and sadness and empathy and hope
I want to see Tup angry, resentful, bitter, hopeless, only to crawl back up when he’s ready and when he can and of course when he’s not alone
I want to see less of Tup taking a recon Dogma in stride and more of him having to come to terms with the situation and the fact that it may never be reversible and he probably can’t ever get Dogma back
His Dogma at least
Dogma is there but it’s not the one he grew up with
it’s because Jesse is an extremely touchy feely, physical touch is a love language kinda man.
he tattooed his literal head just to feel something ya know?
I can imagine him as the kind of man who is insanely warm all the time
and you just want to nuzzle your entire body into his. He tends to sort of hang on you right back like a big lovable puppy.
his hands are on you from the second you hit the bed and it’s not always in a sexual way (tho he LOVES that way too) a lot of the time he just wants to feel your skin, how soft you are, how your body reacts to his touch, how you crave the contact the same way he does
he is so easily intoxicated with physicality and sensual touches and actions. He’ll kiss your entire body head to fucking toe because he likes it. He’s also really fucking good with his tongue…you know…
I could honestly see him as like a giant pillow for you. He’d prop his body up against the bed frame and let you rest your head on his lap or his chest or whatever. He wants you to be comfortable.
He’s also the type to hug you close to him when he sleeps and not so subtly press your ass right into his lap. The grind of your backside on him drives him up the fucking wall. You could get him to do anything you want like that hahaha
He’s so fucking soft under your touch and he’s surprisingly gentle with his own. But don’t fucking tell anyone he is…he’ll deny it. That side of him is private and reserved only for you and he doesn’t need anyone else, especially not his brothers, to think of him any differently.
I firmly believe that if you gave this man a massage of any kind he’d fucking cream himself. Seriously. He’s that touch starved hahaha.
I really really love him. I love the idea that who he really is inside is a contrast to how he presents outwardly. Big tough scary macho man prefers to be loved passionately and held close 💙
I'd love your thoughts on something domestic with Echo? Making dinner together? Apartment kitchen are so challenging because they're tiny, but you find a way to work together despite tight quarters.
oh my god this is so cute. Echo my sweet sensitive gentle brave boy. I literally have the softest ✨feelings✨ for Echo I love this idea.
Small apartments and small kitchens (&+ Coruscant) always remind me of my days living in New York City and I love writing about the way big cities make me feel ☺️
(Whoops I accidentally wrote a lil ficlet omg)
This entire gigantic planet’s worth of space and they had to shove every conceivable living being into tiny apartments like yours. It’s the only way they could fit everyone.
Most days, it’s fine. When you’re by yourself. You spend most nights people watching out your window at the speeders hovering in the air and the people shouting and moving on the tram’s below. You like your cozy apartment. You really do. But when he’s not here, it feels too big somehow. Without him to occupy more than half the square footage, it doesn’t really feel like home.
Echo’s big, wide shoulders could take up every last inch of space in your galley kitchen. The last time he was there you spent an entire day cooking for him, so he didn’t have to eat the supposedly nutritious gray slop every clone in the GAR was served as their only real meal. In all the time you’d known him, he never saw any reason to actually enjoy food. He literally didn’t know how.
So that day you made it your mission to show him how good real food can taste. You and him crammed together between your stove and the tiny two person table you bought for yourself. You made him something similar. Literally just pan frying meat and boiling salted and buttered tiny potatoes. A simple homey something that you figured would satisfy the growing pains of an over exerted soldier.
He wanted to learn too. “How do you know when it’s done if you can’t cut it to see the inside?” “Why does this spice make me sneeze so much?”
“It’s just pepper. It tastes good. You’re not supposed to inhale it.” You giggle, watching his face blush as he sneezed again. He stood up from his seat at your little table and walked up behind you to get a closer look at what you were doing.
“You’re sure I’m gonna like this? Seems like an awful lot of work. I could just eat a ration stick or two. Really. You shouldn’t have to fuss this much over me.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck and apologizing as he bumped you in the little space he had.
“Echo.” You scold, rolling your eyes playfully and smiling. “You’re going to love it. And you deserve to be spoiled. To live a little.” I joked, flipping the burner to off and letting the meat rest.
Suddenly, two arms slid underneath yours and he rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck. “Thank you, mesh’la. You’re way too good to me.” He complimented, every bit a flatterer in his own right, just like his twin brother.
You plate everything and make him sit down, showing him how normal dinner dates usually go. You let him go first, waiting to see his reaction to probably the first halfway decent thing he’s ever eaten. He eats slowly, cutting the meat like an awkwardly self-conscious carnivore and stops to stare up at you.
And he honest to god has tears in his eyes. “This is…amazing. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this my whole life…” No one had ever given him enough care to just make him a fucking home cooked meal. To have basic normal shit that civilians take for granted. You reached across the table and grabbed his hand, his fingers curling over mine immediately. “Thank you. I…love it.”
“We can do this more often if you want, baby. Anything you want to try, I’ll make you. But next time you’re gonna help me more.” You laughed, looking at the chaotic mess of dishes all over every bit of counter space you had.
“Of course, I will. But now…there’s something else I’m a little hungry for, my pretty girl.” He smirked, getting up and giving you his hand to lift you up. “But uh- you should keep the apron on.”
So we know Omega is nearly at the same age as the Bad Batch. I will let that sink.
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Done? Great.
I doubt they ever REALLY thought about their accelerated aging as everybody they were close to was just like the same. But here is that little girl they love, they care for. And she is the same age as them. They fought a war, risked their life continuously, and well Echo almost lost everything.
I’m not saying Omega had such an enviable life so far, but she has many years left. They don’t. And I can’t believe it doesn’t bug them at least a tiny bit. Those “that could be me” or “what ifs…” in the back of their minds.
I know that I would be angry. Not at Omega, but the Kaminoans.
The fourth instalment of the Touch Starved Series and this time it’s with the handsome Echo who feels as though he’s not worthy of any comfort.
warnings: This ones a little angsty as Echo is super insecure about his relatively new ‘modifications’. Reader comforts Echo so fluff will be expected too.
Masterlist 🤍
My Ko-Fi 🤍
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Echo being touch starved was not a surprise to anyone. Echo knew he was and so did you and so did his vod to be honest.
The only problem was that he did not like to be touched. At all. The only contact he had recently was with Tech who makes adjustments to his newly modified body and the thought of anyone else touching him made him feel sick.
Sick because he no longer felt like a human and sick at the thought of someone being disgusted by him.
When he met you however, he saw no signs of disgust on your face when you first met in that hangar. However, he stayed way back from you whenever it came to physical contact.
In fact, you thought that you had insulted him when you stuck out your hand to shake his but as he went to put his hand towards you he winced silently and just nodded instead.
But, the two of you got along and that’s all that mattered.
It was a quiet day for the squad, drifting through space as Hunter and Crosshair took control of the cockpit, Wrecker was snoozing in his bunk meanwhile Echo and Tech were tinkering away in the main hull of the ship.
Echo was calibrating something for Tech, the use of his scomp being a valuable asset to the task but Echo noticed that it began to malfunction. He pulled it out of the socket and gave it an experimental twirl but sighed as it got jammed. This wasn’t the first time either, it had been happening at least three times a week and it happening in the middle of working wasn’t great.
“Hey Tech,” he called over to the goggled clone who was head down in his datapad and scanning through the ships files, “my scomp is jammed again.”
He looked up and frowned. “I’m afraid I can’t assist you at the moment.” Then, you walked in and a lightbulb ignited in his brain. “Y/N can help you.”
“Help you with what?” You question, surprised at the sudden task being put on you as soon as you entered.
Echo felt a little nauseous. “Oh, er- it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing when we need your help with repairs on my ship. Now let them help.” Tech said almost dismissively as he stood and went to speak with Hunter about whatever which just left you two alone.
You immediately sensed his slight hostility about you helping but you were now adamant to tend to whatever he needed and so sat on the swivel chair next to his and smiled. “Is it your scomp?” You nod towards his arm and he arches a brow.
“How did you know?”
“Heard you were having trouble with it a few days ago is all.” You tell him, grabbing some of Tech’s tools that he left on the side by his workbench. “I probably won’t get it working perfectly but I could have a nosey at it.”
Echo chewed on the inside of his cheek, tossing the proposition of you helping him up in his mind until he sighed and nodded. “That’ll be helpful.”
“Not a problem, just place your arm up on here.” You pat the workbench and Echo does as he is told, begrudgingly laying his arm or what was left of it on top and watches as you inspect it before grabbing a small scalpel.
“I’m just gonna see if it’s jammed with dirt first.” You figured telling him what you were about to do with his body was the best step to take, not wanting to do something that might make him snap at you which if you were being honest, didn’t think would ever happen. Echo was always so kind to you and made you caf in the mornings but you soon began to realise you didn’t know much about him. You knew he was a ‘reg’ but you were not told the whole story of how he joined the squad in the first place.
You only joined a month or two after he did as a medic who also knew their way around a power converter and repairing engines so Echo knew he was in somewhat good hands.
You scraped the scalpel alongside the socket, gently tugging at any dirt or oil residue that may have slipped in and cleaned it on some tissue before putting it back in.
Echo sat still but rigid. Your hand not occupying anything came up and gently rested over the crook of his elbow and his heart jittered a little at the odd warmth sensation that traveled along his upper arms. He didn’t mean to but he let out a sharp exhale which caused you to look up with panic stricken eyes.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” Your voice was so soft yet so fearful Echo instantly felt bad at his randomness and he quickly shook his head.
“N-no, I uh…” he tried to think of a lie in his head but nothing could come through. As his mind raced for an answer, you had softly rubbed against his upper arm again as if to show comfort and his heart stopped. “I like you touching me.”
You blinked rapidly at his rushed words and Echo instantly realised what he said probably came across as super odd or super weird… or both.
“O-oh.” You squeak in surprise, cheeks burning pink as you were now unsure if you should let go of his arm as you looked back and forth.
“Wait! I meant as in I like that you’re helping me.” He rubbed the back of his head, cursing internally at his lack of grace in his words.
Sensing his embarrassment, you ease the atmosphere with a soft laugh and nod in understanding. “Well good. I’m glad I don’t make you uncomfortable.” You tell him, swapping for a bigger tool this time as you began to unbolt a screw that attached the scomp to his arm, wanting a closer look. You tell him this of course.
Echo relaxed a little more then. Glad that he didn’t creep you out as that would never be his intention. Especially with someone he kind of had a small crush on.
He didn’t want to admit it to himself at first. He thought it was foolish to be so attracted to someone they’ve only just met but as weeks went by and then months, his attraction to you grew stronger and so did his starvation of touch.
But now you were sitting across from him, your fingers delicately fixing a device on his arm that he never thought he would have. That’s when a twisted feeling settled in his stomach. What were you thinking about as you fixed this foul modification on his arm? Did you see him as a man or a mere machine? His jaw clenched at the thought that didn’t go unnoticed by you as he turned his head away and closed his eyes.
You watch him for a moment and a horrible feeling sets in your stomach as you just had an inkling you knew what was bothering him. But, being the slightly inquisitive person you were, you just had to ask: “Echo? What happened to you that made you end up like this?”
Your question was hushed in the fears that Echo didn’t want anyone else to overhear. If anyone else had asked, he may have dismissed them but with you? His expression softened just the slightest.
“I, uh, got blown up.”
Although it shocked you, you kept your face neutral. Echo wasn’t one who wanted pity or sympathy so you just nodded and carried on your maintenance on his arm. “Oh… and you lived?” Dumb question, obviously but this earned a small laugh from the Clone.
“I did… and I didn’t…”
Eyes flickering up to him with a quizzing look, Echo began to tell you the horrific tale of how he ended up being used as a war-tool for the Separatists. You pushed halfway through your work to listen with intrigue and a part of you wished you never asked him the question as your eyes began to slightly water and a dejected look crossed his features.
“Echo… I’m sorry that happened to you.” Ever so gently, the hand that was resting on the crook of his elbow travels up to his cheek where a jolt of warmth shot through his body at your sincere touch.
Echo hisses, so unfamiliar with such a lovely gesture but as you quickly go to pull away due to his reaction, his flesh hand comes up and hovers over yours to hold it back to his face.
The gesture was sweet and unexpected but you kept your hand there and tilted your head to the side as he began talking again. “I don’t know how you can do it.”
“Do what?”
Echo gulps a little and gestures down to his scomp that was now in little pieces on the workbench. “Act like this doesn’t bother you.”
You frown and stare at him. “I’m a medic, Echo. Things like this don’t bother me at all.” Your voice is a little stern and you feel your heart sink momentarily as you hear him scoff.
“Come on, don’t do that.” You shake your head at him and this time pull your hand away, the warmth of your touch vanishing from Echo. “If this kind of thing bothered me I certainly wouldn’t be in this profession.” You began welding some pieces together, very aware that he now had a slightly strong gaze on you.
“Why doesn’t it bother you?”
You chuckle. “I’ve treated many soldiers - I’ve seen worse. I’ve… dealt with worse.” Your chuckle subsides as the thoughts of men you have tended to during battles, some never making it back home to Kamino. You weren’t sure Echo was particularly lucky but he was lucky to still be alive.
“I suppose. But doesn't seeing a Reg like this bother you?”
You had reattached the compartments back onto his scomp, using a small welding tool to forge it together for more durability when he asked the question. “You’re different from the Regs.”
You pull away from his scomp and swivel round in your chair, rummaging through a toolbox as Echo settles on your words. “Different how?” He questions, sensing that it wasn’t just his appearance you were suggesting too.
Glancing over your shoulder, you idly look him up and down and your mouth ran dry at what you really wanted to say. “W-well, you’re a lot kinder than a lot of your brothers. You’re not arrogant like some I’ve met.” You mumble, looking away as you try to hide how you truly felt about him.
“Huh, really? Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” He crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly looking a little smug.
His words surprise you and you turn to him with slightly wide eyes as you try to read what he was suggesting. Did he know that you liked him? Your stomach twists at the thought and you try to shake out your nerves.
“Shut up.” You say almost bashfully, grabbing a small tool and facing him fully. “Now give me your hand again.” Outstretching your hand to him.
And he did.
You instantly looked down to see his flesh hand take a hold of your own and you let out a small breathless laugh. “I meant the, uh, other one.” Cheeks turning pink a little as he smiled warmly at you, his digits gently grazing against the skin on the back of your hand.
“I know what you said.” He replied casually but he just had to feel your touch once more. In fact, he found himself longing for it as you had pulled away, begrudgingly, after a few moments and reached over for his scomp for some final touches.
You were silent for the next few minutes and Echo began to feel unnerved, as if what he did had bothered you as you refused to meet his gaze from then on.
“Sorry.”
His apology made you look up but nothing but confusion crossed your face. “What for?”
“For uh, the hand thing.” He mutters, running his hand over the back of his neck. You offered him a small smile.
“That’s okay,” you reply, setting your tools down after finally finishing up, “I don’t mind holding your hand.” Okay, you definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud as you believed it was just an internal thought.
Echo almost chokes on air and your eyes went comically wide as you both looked at each other awkwardly. Neither of you knew what to say so you settled on just slowly turning your chair away and placing everything away before standing to your feet. “I should go and see… see something.” You pointed in the direction of the cockpit.
As you go to move past, from the corner of your eye you see Echo quickly stand and turn to you. Instinctively, you gaze back upon his tall frame and watch as he takes a few steps towards you. There was a conflict in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen for some time as he decided on his next set of actions but his flesh hand slowly raised, a little shaky if you really took the time to analyze it and extended it out to you. “I don’t mind holding your hand either.”
Your heart thumped crazily against your chest, a grin spreading onto your lips as your hand slipped into his own, watching him physically melt under your touch as he slowly brought you to him, scomp resting gracefully on your waist. “Echo.” You breathe his name softly, a small gasp emitting as he brings you flush against his chest.
“Is this alright?” He says so quietly that you weren’t sure if he had even spoken at all. The hand that held yours let go and soon trailed up towards your cheek and you inhaled sharply. Echo eyes shone with warmth, his breathing a little ragged as he trailed his fingers over the softness of your skin that felt like heaven to touch for him. So long he had wanted to embrace someone like this; someone like you.
“It’s perfect.” You close your eyes as you bathe in his hold, allowing him to explore your features. “You’re perfect.”
Echo felt his heart about to explode in his chest. Eyes wide in disbelief at your words but you had been nothing but honest with him since you met.
“I’m not-.”
“You are to me.”
Echo's mouth closed and a small smile flitted onto his lips. “I feel like it’s fairly obvious now but I may as well tell you cyare… I have feelings for you. Have done for a while.”
You hum, eyes opening to meet his own and a smile of adoration graced your features that made his knees shake. “I think I gathered that.”
His warm chuckle filled your soul as he embraced the warmth of your body you were kind enough to share. “I should thank you for helping me too with my scomp. Can be tricky to do but you seem to have no problem with it.”
Both of your hands move up his body, tracing over his chest plate until his arms wrap around the back of his neck. “And how do you plan on thanking me?” You purr softly, hoping he would get the hint that you wouldn’t mind sharing a little kiss with the clone.
Echo tilts his head to the side, a little bit of nervousness evident on his face at your indirect suggestion. Your fingers tickle the back of his neck making him shiver and subconsciously bringing you nearer to him. Your noses practically touching.
“You don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to.” You tell him sweetly, easing him but he quickly shakes his head.
“No, I want to!” He said, a little too eager for his liking but this only satisfied you as you lean into him.
“Good… because so do I.”
Your lips brushed up against his and Echo felt his whole galaxy collide. Explosions erupted in his chest as his eyes closed and he embraced the sweetness of your kiss.
He cups your jaw, finding the confidence to finally move his lips along with yours and testing the waters. A heat courses through his veins, the sweetness of your lips doing nothing but filling his mind with clouded thoughts of how perfect this situation was. But, unfortunately and horrifyingly for you both, you’re both interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
You both snap away from eachother, yet the hold is still there as you both spot Crosshair leaning against the wall with a smirk on his lips. “Interrupting something?”
You blush a deep red and you shyly pull away from Echo, whispering a ‘I’ll talk to you later?’ To which he nods. Once out of sight, you giggle a little to yourself at what just happened but laugh even more as you hear Echo complaining to Crosshair.
