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winduswindows10 · 6 days ago

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i loooooove ur writing first of all. second i had this idea and i wanted to ask—what if like. reader and jango fett are lovers and he takes her to see the baby clones in training. basically baby bad batch and domino squad, and they like… are totally enamored with her too. jango gets a little pissy but theres a ton of cute ‘so are you our mom?’ and general fluffy cute kid moments.

“Are You Our Mom?”

Jango x Reader

You hadn’t expected Kamino to be so… cold.

Physically, sure—the air was always damp and icy, even inside the sterile corridors—but emotionally too. Jango had been here for weeks overseeing training schedules, evaluating progress, and generally being the unshakable wall of muscle the Kaminoans leaned on when they needed something handled “personally.” You’d only just arrived to visit him, and already you could tell the place lacked warmth.

So it caught you completely off-guard when the moment the training hall doors opened, the sound of tiny feet thundering down the hallway echoed like a stampede.

“Jango’s here!”

“He brought someone!”

“Look at her hair!”

“Do you think she smells nice?”

“She totally smells nice.”

You blinked—and then you were mobbed.

At least a dozen young cadets (maybe seven or eight years old) were surrounding you, tugging at your sleeves, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. They were still in their blacks—training bodysuits scuffed at the knees, a few with visible bandaids and dirt smudges—and every single one of them looked just like Jango. Except shorter. With big eyes. And endless energy.

Domino Squad was the first to get to you. A tiny, baby-faced Fives blinked up at you with a crooked grin, followed by Echo who stood at attention like a soldier but was clearly vibrating with excitement.

“Are you our new instructor?” Echo asked, hopeful.

“Do you do hand-to-hand combat?!” Fives gasped.

“Can you braid hair?” Cutup asked seriously.

“I like your boots,” Droidbait muttered, hiding behind Hevy’s shoulder.

“I—” You looked over at Jango, but he just raised a brow, arms crossed. The tiniest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he was otherwise letting this happen.

Then came them.

Smaller than the others, but somehow already radiating chaos, a second wave of little clones approached—and these ones? They looked a little off.

One had wild white hair sticking out at odd angles, a toothy grin splitting his face as he clambered up onto a crate to get a better look at you.

Another had huge brown eyes behind a pair of oversized goggles and was scribbling something in a datapad with furious intensity.

The third stood a little apart from the others, arms crossed, frowning suspiciously.

And the last one? Big. Like, already bigger than the other cadets. He shuffled forward shyly, eyes wide.

“She’s pretty,” he whispered, nudging the one with goggles.

“She’s soft-looking,” the techy one muttered, without looking up. “She has a 94.8% chance of being warmer than the Kaminoans.”

“You smell good,” the big one blurted, then covered his mouth like it had just slipped out.

You knelt down slowly so you were closer to their eye level. “Hi there. What’s your name?”

The big one beamed. “I’m Wrecker!”

“This is Tech,” he said, pointing to the one with the goggles.

“Hunter,” he added, pointing at the one with the serious face.

“And Crosshair,” he said, pointing to the white-haired one, who winked at you.

“And you’re…?” Echo asked again, tugging your sleeve.

“She’s mine,” Jango cut in finally, stepping forward and placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see the tightness in his jaw—not angry, but definitely annoyed. Possessive, in the way Jango always was when something of his was being eyed off by others. It was a miracle he hadn’t scooped you up and hauled you out already.

“She’s my partner. Not your babysitter,” he added, eyes sweeping over the room.

Wrecker gasped. “So she’s yours?”

Tech nodded slowly, then looked up at you. “Does that make you… our mom?”

You sputtered, blushing. “I—uh—no, not—technically—”

“But you could be, right?” Crosshair interrupted, grinning like a devil. “She’s not a Kaminoan. I like her better already.”

“I would like to request you attend our sparring matches,” Tech said seriously, still scribbling on his pad. “You emit positive emotional responses, which I believe would improve performance metrics.”

“She gives good hugs,” Wrecker added, already wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Do not hug the general public!” Jango barked—but even he couldn’t pry Wrecker off immediately.

“Can you read to us?” Echo asked hopefully. “Shaak Ti always forgets the voices.”

“I bet she makes cookies,” Cutup whispered, eyes wide.

“I—” You were speechless, overwhelmed, heart melting like butter on a hot plate. You looked up at Jango helplessly.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“They’re not yours,” he muttered, “yet.”

Your heart fluttered.

But he was glaring now, gently pushing Wrecker off you.

“Alright, that’s enough. You lot—back to the pit. Training resumes in ten. If you can’t finish the obstacle course without crashing into each other, you can forget any ‘reading’ time.”

The boys groaned but slowly started peeling away—though not before Echo gave you one last smile, and Wrecker waved like his life depended on it.

As the door hissed closed behind them, silence fell again.

You turned to Jango, who looked—well. He looked like he’d just walked into a minefield of feelings and wasn’t quite sure how to disarm them.

“…That was adorable,” you whispered.

He grunted, eyes fixed straight ahead.

“They’re not supposed to cling to you like that.”

“But they did,” you teased. “I think they like me.”

“Everyone likes you,” he muttered. “It’s exhausting.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “Jealous?”

He looked at you, eyes sharp and dark. “Maybe.”

Then, after a beat—

“…If one of them calls you ‘mom’ again, I will throw them into the refresher tank.”

You laughed, grabbing his gloved hand and lacing your fingers through his. “You’re cute when you’re territorial.”

He scoffed. “I’m not cute.”

“Sure you’re not, dad.”

He groaned.

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winduswindows10 · 7 days ago

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Y/N: uses Hunter’s face tattoo to point to the bone that is currently throbbing

Tech: scribbling down information on his data pad

Hunter: tired of this whole situation

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winduswindows10 · 8 days ago

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Wash Away the Pain #1 - Echo

Returning to Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions after Anaxes, Echo receives the news he never wanted to hear.

Pairing: Echo x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: whump, reference to Fives death, Echo has self-esteem issues, mourning and grief, hurt and comfort, you and the boys rally around Echo, bittersweet ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their sad/angsty shower time, but they can be read as standalones.

Check out the whole series: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

The sound of falling water drowned out everything else in the fresher, the water temperature so hot it should’ve been uncomfortable, but after years in cryofreeze, Echo welcomed the heat.

He was gone.

He was really gone.

“I’m sorry, Echo. I really am. He should’ve been stunned. I still don’t know why it went down like that.”

Rex’s voice as he’d broken the news still rang in his head. Echo had received a message from him only an hour ago, after you’d all landed on Kamino following a string of back-to-back missions following Anaxes. He’d thought they would just shoot the breeze like old times. He hadn’t expected this.

Echo’s eyes drop, fixating on the metal legs the Techno Union had attached to his body. The scomp on his right arm, the ports littering his body. Self-loathing coils through him.

Why did he get to live? Why was he turned into a machine while Fives died, lost in panic, in a dirty Coruscant street? The only saving grace was that Rex had been there to hold him.

So lost in his thoughts, Echo misses the sound of the fresher door opening, of you slipping inside and shutting it behind you.

Echo might’ve only been with you and the boys for a few weeks, but you’d quickly grown fond of him. So much so that when he’d returned to the barracks 10 minutes ago, crest-fallen, clutching a bucket painted in the colours of the 501st, and then promptly headed for the fresher without so much as a word, you’d known something was wrong. Your datapad had pinged a few moments later, a message from Rex filling you in, asking you to keep an eye on Echo – as if you wouldn’t have done that.

Physically, he was fine, albeit still getting used to his new body. As the squads nat-born medic, called in because of the inability of your boys to get along with regs, it was your job to look after their wellbeing. And now it seemed Echo needed some care.

You step into the shower behind him, not caring that you’re still clothed, and slowly press a hand to his back. Echo jolts at the touch, caught off-guard, turning in place to meet your gaze. With space tight on the Marauder and sharing barracks, seeing the boys in various states of undress had become commonplace. Heck, half the time, they had to be stripped out of their ruined blacks when injured. The nudity no longer bothered any of you. Echo had adapted to it quickly, too.

“Echo…” His name falls from your lips quietly, hand rising to cup his face. His head tilts away from your gaze, taking your hand with him. Thumb smoothing across his gaunt cheek, you watch as a myriad of emotions flit across his face.

Echo’s eyes were now clouded with grief and guilt. The water from the shower mixes with the tears streaming down his face, creating a bittersweet cascade that mirrored the turmoil within him.

“I should’ve been there,” Echo mutters, his voice strained and filled with regret. “I should’ve protected him. He’s gone because of me.”

Your heart aches for him, and you rest your free hand on his waist, pulling him closer. The prosthetic attachments on his body feel cold against your skin – even with the shower’s heat – a stark reminder of his sacrifices for the Republic. “Echo, you couldn’t have known. You’ve been through so much. Don’t blame yourself.”

He shakes his head, a mix of frustration and sorrow in his eyes. “I can’t shake the feeling that I failed him. And now I’m just a machine, a reminder of everything we lost.”

You gently trace the contours of the implants on his arm, your fingers dancing over the hard surface. “You’re not just a machine, Echo. You’re a survivor. You’re still here.”

He finally meets your gaze, and for a moment, he searches your eyes. You don’t know what he’s looking for, but you let him take his time. “I don’t know how to be here without him.” He finally admits.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Grieve, remember, but don’t forget that there are people here who care about you, who want to help you through this.” You tell him softly, the water continuing to pour down around you both.

Echo’s shoulders slump, and he leans into your touch, the warmth of your presence starkly contrasting with the cold metal that now makes up a significant part of him. The weight of loss and survivor’s guilt hangs heavy in the air, but your steady support gives him a small anchor in the storm of his emotions.

“I don’t want to be alone again.” He admits, voice barely above a whisper.

“You never will be.” You assure him, fingers continuing their gentle exploration of the cybernetic enhancements that have become a part of him, wanting to show him that it was okay, that there was nothing wrong with his new body. “We’re all here for you, Echo. The boys, Rex, and I.”

He nods, a silent acknowledgement of your words. The water washes away not just the physical grime but also some of the emotional turmoil that has gripped him since Rex delivered the devastating news.

As the two of you stand in the warmth of the shower, Echo may feel like a machine, a remnant of a past he can’t forget, but your touch, your empathy, reminds him that he’s still human beneath the prosthetics.

Eyes flitting towards the counter just outside the shower cubicle, Echo lets out a small sigh as he looks over his brother’s helmet. Memories of them painting their armour together surface, of the multiple attempts it had taken to get the lines crisp, of Fives dipping his hand in blue paint to reapply the print on Echo’s chestplate.

Following his gaze, a sad smile passes over your lips. “Remembering him doesn’t mean you must carry the weight alone.” You say, voice a gentle murmur. “We’re all here to share the burden. Fives will always be a part of you, and you’ll carry his memory forward.”

Echo's gaze lingers on the helmet. The loss of a brother is a wound that cuts deep, but perhaps, with time and support, the injury could heal into a scar - a testament to the strength it took to endure.

As the water cools, you guide Echo out of the shower. The small space feels intimate and comforting, a refuge from the harsh realities of the galaxy. You hand him a towel, and he begins to dry himself off on autopilot, his mind still processing the emotional whirlwind.

Over the following days, the barracks become a place of healing. The boys rally around Echo, offering support and understanding. When Echo’s new armour is finished – having undergone some modifications courtesy of Tech – they paint it in their colours while you distract Echo in the medbay. You’d also procured some blue paint from Rex, and they make sure to add a small Aurebesh ‘5’ and a fine-line domino to the back of the chestplate.

The tears that had clouded Echo’s gaze as he’d been presented with his new kit and had turned it over to find the hidden tribute were a mixture of sorrow and gratitude. The pain of loss still lingered, but each stroke of the brush, each carefully applied detail, was a silent affirmation that he was not alone.

In the quiet moments, you still find Echo gazing at Five’s helmet, stored securely on the Marauder. But now, there’s a small smile playing on his lips. The pain may never fully fade, but Echo carries the memories of Fives with gratitude for the time they shared, and the squad learns that even in loss, there’s strength in unity.

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winduswindows10 · 8 days ago

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— YOU & ME. pairing. echo x gn! reader

type. oneshot note. requested by someone via ao3! it's based on the conversation between queen charlotte & king george! warnings. angst, argument, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending word count. 1.5k

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When Echo came back, the joyous message quickly spread among his brothers of the GAR and even the Jedi celebrated the wonderful news of both the Republic’s victory over Anaxes as well as the return of one of their most loyal soldiers.

Captain Rex was in happy tears when he pulled you aside to share the message, a smile so bright like you’d never seen on his face before.

You’d immediately broken into tears at the news. He was back, the man you loved so dearly had survived. Your heart swelled with joy.

But Echo — he was broken.

“Echo?” Your voice was quiet when you approached him, his back to you.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he merely whispered hoarsely, almost as if he were in some sort of trance. You fiddled with your the cheap material of the tunic’s sleeves the Kaminoans had assigned you to wear. “I’m most happy to be here, though.”

Echo remained silent, not even granting you a glance. You bit your lip thoughtfully. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for not showing up sooner — he’d been through hell and back, and yet you couldn’t have granted him a single minute of your time to check on him? He just came back from the dead, goddamnit!

“I’m so sorry Echo, I should’ve come to see you so much sooner,” you started stepping around the cot to face him, sighing as you continued apologising with a heavy heart, “don’t worry, I won’t leave your side aga—“

“No.” Echo’s tone had grown snappy, catching you off-guard for a second. He looked at you and your voice was caught in your throat as it had been when you first laid your eyes on him: the anguish in his eyes screamed for support, for love, for any kind of comfort yet his expression remained unreachable. “No, listen to me: You shouldn’t have come,” Echo shut his eyes and took a shaky breath before continuing, “I don’t want you here.”

You frowned, though not a cold one—rather a confused frown, one that wasn’t sure what to make of his behaviour. He was acting strangely, not at all like the Echo you knew, practically begging you to leave him. And yet you didn’t budge. Echo shifted impatiently.

“Do you hear me? I said leave. Go back to the 501st, that’s where you work. And also where you belong.” Your heart shatters at that. He couldn’t possibly mean it. That wasn’t the man you knew. You remained unmoving. Echo got up, now towering over you with an expression so angered you almost took a step back. Almost.

Echo let out a frustrated groan. “I don’t want you here,” he barked at you, voice now growing louder and his tone now growing stricter. “I don’t want to see you. Get out!” Despite his angered expression, it seemed like he was begging you to go, his harsh words a mere cover for his genuine feelings. As if he wanted to protect—from what exactly though, you couldn’t really disclose.

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t exactly lie, although you knew he was hiding something, his words hit you deep. You remained silent for a minute, the room tense and quiet until you look him in the eyes. “No.”

“[Name],—”

“You just got back, Echo. I- I won’t leave you,” your volume was growing louder by each word and you slowly but surely felt the familiar pricking of tears in the corners of your eyes. Based on the swift way he glanced away from you, Echo noticed it, too. Why was he so focused on getting you to go?

“Leave,” he barked one more time, “that’s an order.”

You bit your lip tearfully, eyes shut tightly. He had no right, you thought. But he did. He was a superior and he very much had every right to order you around. Yet you refused to give up, anger, rage, pain boiling up deep inside of you and before you realised it, you were screaming at him. All the fear, all the emotions you’d shut in ever since his disappearance finally breaking free.

“I WILL STAY!”

A surprised expression crossed Echo’s face and he stumbled backwards, startled at the sudden outburst. Big tears had now escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for air from the overwhelming pressure. Echo’s demeanour started to shrink as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“[Name], please.”

“No.”

“[Name], you aren’t listening-”

You clenched your fists tightly at your side, sucking in a breath. “I am.” You spoke clearly and filled with determination. “I’ve heard that you don’t want me here, that you want me to go,”

“[Name],” He tried, raising a hand but you interrupted him.

“What I haven’t heard however, is that you do not love me.”

Echo had changed. So much was clear. He didn’t appear as the man he used to be, the mechanical changes to his body left him feeling uneasy and the self-assured confidence wasn’t as clear as it once was. But you knew him. His tendencies to put others before himself, to make sure of others’ wellbeing before caring for his own. Was he pushing you away to keep you safe from him?

Silence fills the atmosphere for a second and Echo’s eyes widen. When your breath finally calms, you continue.

“I’ve been suffering for so long, thinking you had died, thinking you were gone for good like so many before and after you. Day by day I watch your brothers pass, fully helpless and yet none hurts as much as your passing did,” you sniff, “I’ve felt like such a failure, and now you’re back yet you stay away from me as if I were some kind of disease.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you pull your sleeves over your hands to rub the sticky tears off your cheeks. Echo opened his mouth, but you continued without giving him a chance to speak.

“But now it finally occurred to me; perhaps you’re pushing me away because you care for me. Because you love me. Echo, do you love me?”

Echo hesitated, eyes searching for something, anything before he stepped closer to you, his healthy hand grabbing your shoulder and his scomp settling on your other.

“I’m trying to protect you!”

But you remained determined.

“Do you love me?”

He pulled away as if your skin burned him. “I can’t— we can’t— this conversation … I can’t do this.”

“Echo,” his face snapped back to yours, “do you love me?”

“[Name]. Please stop,” he begged, tears burning in his eyes.

“Is it that you don’t believe that I could love you?” You let the question float for a moment, staring at him intensely before continuing, “I do. I love you. So much that I will do whatever you ask me to. And if you don’t love me, it’s all you have to say. Tell me you don’t love me and I will go. I’ll personally request General Skywalker to reassign me and you’ll never have to see me again. We can both live our separate lives, and I’ll fill my days and survive on my own. I’m ready to go there. But first you’ll have to tell me straight. Tell me I’m on my own in this crazy world.”

Echo’s words were caught in his throat as he stared at you before whispering. “I’m not a man anymore, I’m not even a machine either.” He tapped his head, right where the ports had been planted. “The separatists… they’ve invaded my mind. The— the heavens and earth collide in there and I don’t even know where I stand anymore.”

You refused to acknowledge his begging. “Do you love me?”

Echo carefully cradled your face, as if you were made of porcelain ready to crack at any second. “You wouldn’t want a life with me; no one would.”

“Echo,” you snapped, gripping his wrists to keep him from pulling them away. He gazed in your eyes, brows furrowed in a hurtful manner. Your voice cracked. “I will stand with you between whatever heavens and earth. Do you love me?”

And suddenly his walls were breaking down as he softly sobbed, burying his face into your shoulder. “I,” he begins, interrupted by another sob, “I love you. From the moment you were assigned to us, the moment I saw you, I have loved you desperately. I can barely function when you aren’t around. I love you, [name].”

You pulled away, pushing his head of your shoulder and before he can react, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. Without realising, you kept pulling him closer, as if he couldn’t be near enough.

Finally, you had to break apart for air, though he immediately pressed his forehead to yours. “I wanted to tell you,” he whispers hoarsely, “I wanted you to know how much this weighed on me but … I didn’t know how.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled, “we can catch up on all we’ve lost now.”

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winduswindows10 · 8 days ago

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winduswindows10 · 9 days ago

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Hunter is the DadTM Dad. He was born to Dad. He is the best Dad. His Dad energy is over 9000.

Wrecker is the Fun Dad who no one understands how he became a dad in the first place because he's practically still a kid too. The type of dad who uses ice cream withdrawal as punishment but then caves on the condition that the ice cream won't have sprinkles.

Echo is the Mature Dad who's so emotionally intelligent and has been through so much that he's just naturally nurturing, hence why he could even be considered a maternal figure.

Tech is the Academic Dad who believes knowledge is power and strives to give a child the best preparation possible in any aspect (books, knowing how to operate crucial machinery/ships, etc)

Crosshair is the Cool Dad who his kids get their sarcasm from. Believes in do as I say, not as I do. Is much worse than Hunter. Any means are justified so long as it's for the benefit of the Kid, such as intimidating a child trying to extort you for information.

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winduswindows10 · 9 days ago

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Clinging to the shapes in the silence

@summer-of-bad-batch Week 4 | Alternate Prompt: "Can you hear me?" and Week 3 | Main Prompt: "Give me your hand."

Title from "Constellations" by The Oh Hellos

Cross-posted on Ao3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67783441

Rated: G | no romantic relationships (obviously) | Words: 2297

Author's note: I'm fascinated by linguistics, especially sign languages, but I'm hearing and only know a little ASL. I wanted to explore some headcanons about sign language and Deaf culture in Star Wars, so I did some research and reached out to my mom, who's a speech pathologist, but all my knowledge is secondhand. If I messed something up, please let me know!

Echo leaned back in the pilot’s chair, enjoying the light show of hyperspace swirling outside the viewport. Secretly, he also delighted in usurping Tech’s coveted seat while his little brother took a long-overdue nap. What Tech didn’t know wouldn’t kill him. (He supposed that was a fairly short list, anyway.)

A few months ago, he would never have taken the late watch with his implant turned off, no matter how badly he felt it in the morning. The silence, the isolation, the emptyness—it was too familiar. He was better now, he reminded himself. As long as he could see the full display of the ship’s controls and computer systems, nothing could surprise him. He was safe.

He swiveled the chair around briefly to peer into the cabin behind the cockpit, where he could just make out his brothers asleep in their berths. He rested his head against the back of the seat. It was a small blessing to sit in the quiet without listening to Wrecker snore, he thought as he spun his chair back to face the controls again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the curtain that separated the gunner’s mount from the rest of the ship shift and a little girl duck out from under it. She climbed down the ladder and crept past the occupied bunks, her pale hair reflecting almost blue in the low light.

She spotted Echo sitting in the cockpit and tiptoed up to the copilot’s seat. “Hi, Echo,” he saw her say as she hopped up into the chair.

“It’s late, Omega. Why aren’t you in bed?”

Omega winced and shot a glance back at the cabin. Too loud, Echo realised.

“Can’t sleep,” she said. “Can I sit with you?”

“Of course, kid,” he tried at what he thought was a better intensity. For a minute, he sat back in his chair again, eyes closed as the pulsing glow of light speed washed over his face. The peace was broken by Omega tapping his arm.

“What?” Echo asked, and Omega actually pressed a finger to her lips this time, shushing him. She stared at him for a moment, concerned. She tilted her head, eyeing the cybernetics that covered his ears. He didn’t have to be a lip-reading expert to catch what she said next.

“Echo…can you hear me?”

Well. This would take some explaining.

He shook his head, then spun in his chair to grab Tech’s datapad and opened up a blank document on its screen. I’m deaf, he typed. I lost my hearing in the explosion at the Citadel, back when I was an ARC trooper.

He held the datapad out to Omega so she could read. Her gaze traveled over the words and then back up to him. But we talk all the time and you always hear us, she typed beneath his words.

Echo gestured with his scomp to his cranial implants while he typed. I have a cochlear stimulator device in my implant that helps me hear.

Omega looked puzzled. But you’re not using it?

I have to turn it off sometimes for maintenance, or to give my brain a rest. The implant works by sending electrical signals to nerves in my inner ear that mimic soundwaves, but it’s different from actually hearing. It’s been a few months, but my brain still gets tired trying to interpret everything as clear sounds, so I have to take breaks throughout the day. Saves power, too.

But don’t you need to hear all the time?

Honestly, kid, some things aren’t worth listening to. He gestured to the cabin behind them, where he assumed Wrecker was still snoring to wake the dead. The smile that quirked at Omega’s mouth confirmed it. I only turn the implant off when we’re somewhere safe, like the Marauder.

He still recalled those first days out of stasis—first the battles on Skako Minor and Anaxes, when he couldn’t possibly do without his hearing, then afterwards, the time spent on ships and bases when his brothers had assured him that he would be safe, and that it was better for his brain to turn the implant off. But he couldn’t do it, couldn’t make himself let his guard down. So he’d kept it turned on until his mind was so tired he couldn’t see straight and Tech dragged him to a bunk, shot him with a sedative, and powered off his implant before his sluggish brain could protest. In the following weeks, he’d refused to turn the implant off unless he had one of his new squatmates right beside him the whole time.

I’m not very good at reading lips, but I manage. I don’t like to talk without my implant because it's easy to get too loud when I can’t hear myself. Mostly, I sign.

Sign?

Talking with hand signals instead of words, like what we use in battle. But lots of people use sign languages, not just soldiers.

He would have said more, but a light on the dash switched on, flashing an urgent orange that caught his eye. It was a silent alarm he’d set for himself. It’s Hunter’s turn to take the watch, he explained after he shut off the blinking button. And that means it’s your turn to be asleep.

Omega smiled and caught him around the torso in an unexpected hug. “Goodnight, Echo,” he saw her say.

Echo laughed. “Hurry back to your room now,” he whispered, careful to keep his voice low this time, “‘Else Hunter’ll scold me for keeping you up all night.”

“He’s not the boss of you.” Her grin was positively impish.

“I like the way you think. We should have a mutiny.” He ruffled her hair with his biological hand, then schooled his face into what he thought was a fairly intimidating ARC glare. “But for now, I’m pulling rank and ordering you to be under the covers by the time I wake up the sergeant.”

She snapped him a sloppy salute and scurried back to the gunner’s mount.

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Early the next morning, Echo was combing the star charts for the next safe place to stop when Omega plopped down next to him, Wrecker’s Lula doll still tucked in the crook of her arm and half-eaten breakfast rations in hand. “Will you teach me to sign?”

Lessons began that day. Everyone agreed that it would be good for Omega to learn battle signs, both for the ability to communicate with Echo and because, as Tech pointed out, Omega’s streak of involvement in firefights was already impressively high, and she’d only been onboard for a week.

“It wasn’t too hard to communicate without my implant when I joined the squad because everyone already knew Republic military hand signals,” he explained while they sat together on his bunk that afternoon. “Well,” he amended, “Wrecker could learn them better if he’d apply himself.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault they all look the same!” their brother hollered across the ship.

Echo ignored him and continued. “Signing with one hand is harder, but most signs can be adapted. A lot of words only use the non-dominant hand as a base for the dominant hand to sign around. Look. This is the sign for a right flank maneuver; see how I’m just moving my hand behind my scomp? You would sign it with your open palm facing you, since you have two hands.”

Omega nodded and copied him.

“There is one problem with hand signals: they’re efficient for combat, but they don’t cover all the bases in casual conversation, so we use Galactic Basic Sign Language for any words we don’t have.”

Slowly, he demonstrated the GBSL alphabet for Omega, explaining how each handshape and motion corresponded to an Aurebesh letter, and could be used to spell out any word she didn’t know. Omega copied him. They went back and forth for some time, practicing the letters until she could sign each one correctly.

Omega was a fast learner. Only a few times did Echo have to help her with a new sign. “Here, give me your hand. You’ve got the angle wrong.” Gently, he guided her fingers through the motion. “See? The speed of the sign can change the connotation. So can the size of the gesture and the facial cues you give while signing.”

“That’s complicated.”

Echo laughed. “Of course it is. Battle sign is a straightforward code, but GBSL is an actual language, just as nuanced as Basic. I’m still learning, too. If you don’t know a word, you can always fingerspell.”

“It’s so slow,” Omega said with a frustrated huff as her fingers stumbled through m-a-r-a-u-d-e-r. “What if there’s an emergency and I don’t have time to spell your name?”

“You won’t have to. Watch.” He curled his hand into an esk handshape and drew it away from his ear in a bouncing motion. “This is the sign for my name. Echo. ”

Echo, Omega signed back, a small smile on her face. Hi, Echo.

“Lots of people who sign make up special signs for friends and family whose names don’t translate.” He held two fingers for a herf handshape by his forehead and flicked it away sharply. “That’s my sign for Hunter. ” He tapped a trill handshape against the bridge of his nose, right between his eyes. “Tech.”

“Like how he pushes up his goggles!” Omega giggled.

“Yeah. He didn’t think it was as funny as I did.” Echo thumped his fist against his opposite shoulder, more forceful than the other name signs. “This one is Wrecker, for obvious reasons.” He curled his biological hand into a cresh handshape and held it up to his eye like a scope. “And, um, that,” he said after a moment’s hesitation, “is the sign for Crosshair. ”

The mention of their missing brother had a dampering effect. It had been a week since they’d left Kamino without him, but nobody wanted to talk about it.

“Echo?” Omega piped up after a beat of silence.

“Yeah?”

“What’s my sign?”

Echo blinked. “I—I guess you don’t have one.”

“Oh.” Omega’s face fell. “Right. I’m new.” She did not say, I’m not your family yet. But he heard it anyway.

Echo wasn’t sure what to say. He’d felt the very same when he first joined the Batch—he was an outsider who came to them because he no longer belonged anywhere else, but that didn’t mean he fit. Omega was looking for her place, like him, but she wasn’t a highly skilled commando, just a little girl who happened to be a clone. After Saluecami, Hunter had told her that she could stay, but Echo couldn’t help worrying that every day with Omega was just improvisation on the part of soldiers who had no business raising her. They’d barely survived their first week on the run; he couldn’t let himself believe that this would last. So he didn’t, not yet. In signed conversations with Hunter and Tech, she was just the kid.

But she was much more; he saw that now. She was Omega, the girl who sat with him on the late watch and hugged him like he wasn’t half droid and wanted to learn everything in the whole wide galaxy. She was his little sister, and, even if only for now, she belonged in his squad. In his family.

And she was worth a name of her own.

“Tech told me that in some languages, omega means the end, or the last part. But I get the feeling that you’re more of a beginning than an end.” He twisted his forefinger against the tip of his scomp. “This is the sign for begin. ” He then repeated the motion with an osk handshape. “And this is you. Omega. ”

She copied the sign, smiling. “I like that.”

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Do you have to leave?

It was a useless question to ask as they climbed the hill up to the landing strip where Echo’s ship was waiting, but Omega needed every possible way to slow time. Signing while navigating the steep, rocky path wasn’t working; Echo didn’t so much as falter as he watched her hands. Still, it was nice to speak to him like this.

I have to go where I’m needed, Echo signed back. The Empire is still holding so many of our brothers prisoner. Someone has to give them a way out.

I know. She knew she was being selfish, asking him not to go. Still, after Tantiss, after how hard they’d all fought to be together, she’d hoped it could last, if only for a bit longer.

Their hands swung loosely at their sides as they walked, silent in more ways than one. Omega supposed it would be like this from now on. Signing had become their special language, in a way. The rest of her brothers hadn’t worked to learn much GBSL beyond bare essentials and fingerspelling, except for Tech, who had researched signs with them and archived every new word. But now Tech was gone, and Echo was leaving again, and it hit her that she would not have anyone to sign with for a very long time.

Omega watched Echo’s scomp swinging with his gait, stubby and stiff compared to his flesh hand. Echo had endured more than any of them, and yet he still fought harder for what was right than anyone else Omega knew. All of her brothers were courageous, she thought, but Echo was the bravest of them all.

Omega would be brave like him.

You can finish the mission. I know you can. But I’ll miss you.

Echo smiled and pressed a two-finger handshape to his chestplate.

I love you.

A warmth pulsed around Omega’s heart like a handprint against her own chest.

The beginning, not the end.

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Omega: but Rex lost so many men. Is he okay?

Echo: not gonna lie this is an average Thursday for him

Omega:

Omega: THAT DOESNT MAKE IT ANY BETTER-

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You Need A Break: Echo x Reader (ft. platonic bad batch)

summary: modern!au (characters and species are the same pretty much just irl …..just no jedi, sith, or death :3) ; a rough time at work begins to crack at the facade you keep. echo and his brothers are there to help you pick up the pieces. pairings: Echo x Fem!Reader; Wrecker x OC warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of burnout, mentions of death, spoilers for the ending of Tim Burton's The Corpse Bride (2005), crosshair in a pink frilly apron. words: 3.2k credits: echo divider by @djarrex ; check out their fics and dividers !! a/n: hola amigis :3 Im back with what was meant to be a one shot that turned into a vent piece. I also got permission from my proofreader Aron to base the oc I used after him, and as a reward I shipped them with wrecker. I also based this off some very real feelings I currently have. Work is a lot, especially with severe 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷🌈🦄💖, anxiety, and a constant worrying about the current state of the world. Remember to take care of yourself, and that its okay to not be okay. Just don't loose hope for yourself, or that things won't get better. As Aron once said, "no beta we die like padme" so apologies for any errors (and for that phrase). Enjoy!!

It had been a rough few days. Well more like, a few days that had turned into a few weeks…that had turned into a bad month. A terrible month that had stolen any semblance of positive energy, and will to go above and beyond what was normally expected of you in your current job. It felt as if the harder you tried, the harder life got. Never in your life had you ever felt such defeat. This week was no different. It had been a long week of going to work and trying your best, only for it to fall apart. And it was barely Wednesday.

You sighed as you approached the front door of the home you shared with the Batchers and their youngest sister Omega. They had welcomed you into their fold, and after living with them for quite some time now you couldn’t remember or imagine your life without them. However, it seems that even the happy thoughts and memories of life with your found family didn’t put a dent in the stormy cloud in your mind.

You stared at your hand shaking from exhaustion as it strained to insert your key into the lock on your door. You closed your eyes, gathering your center before opening the door. You froze, not expecting any of your housemates to be home so soon. Echo and Tech sat on the couch of the living room, the game they had been playing momentarily forgotten as they turned to look at you.

“Ah, mesh’la, you’re home. A-are you okay?” Echo asked, pausing as tears watered in your eyes.

“N-no…but I want to be alone for a bit if you guys don’t mind.” you said quietly, closing the door behind you. Instead of leaving your belongings in the mudroom like you normally did, you gunned for the stairs barely acknowledging Crosshair as he brushed past you.

“What’s up with her?” the silver haired man asked, turning his gaze away from your retreating form to look at his brothers. Tech and Echo shrugged, sharing a look.

They had noticed the drastic change in your behavior, and in your appearance. It was like your life force was slowly being drained from you. Normally neatly done hair thrown in a bun or hidden beneath a bandana. And you were quieter. Voice quiet when you responded; gone were the accents, voice impersonations, and jokes you generously peppered into conversation.

“Hold that thought, Wrecker!” Crosshair yelled, pulling a toothpick out of the small container he carried in his pocket.

“WHA DEW YOU WAN?!”

“Come here!”

Wrecker trudged up from his room in the basement, his cellphone in his hand. “Wha’ dew ya want? I’m on the phone with Lyn.”

Lyn’koyi was your closest friend, and your freshman year college roommate. You had spent a great deal of time together, and it was no surprise that eventually when you decided to introduce them to the Batchers that the man with a vast knowledge of explosives would fall for the twi’lek chemist. Now 3 years later after responding to an ad you found at the library looking for a 6th person to split a lease on a house, yourself, Lyn, and the Batchers were like a small family.

“Perfect! Ask them if they may know why (Y/N) is upset,” Echo said, finally turning his attention back to the tv behind he and Tech.

“Shouldn't we ask (Y/N) that? I theorize that asking her closest friend could prove to be detrimental to our cause. I don’t believe she’ll appreciate the invasion of privacy.” Tech said, his attention still on his brother, who had changed the voice call to a video call.

“Hi guys!” the pink tip of Lyn’s right lekku appeared at the bottom of the screen in greeting.

“Mesh’la, tha boys wanna kno if you kno if summ is wrong with our vod’ika?”

“Ohhh yeah…well don’t tell her I told you but she’s been having a rough time at work. She didn’t have a great performance review, and ever since she’s felt like shit. I think she’s being too hard on herself. I also think she needs to stop trying to do and fix everything and be a ‘team player’, and just do the bare minimum.” Lyn said, using their fingers to put quotations around the word team player.

“Kriff, I forgot about that.” Echo grimaced, he now recalled the packet you had thrown on the coffee table one evening. You had a strange look on your face, like you were trying to smile but your mouth kept contouring into a snarl. The words “doesn’t meet expectations” and “meets expectations but needs improvement” had been all over the pages in red ink. At the time, you had assured him that you weren’t upset and that you knew you needed to do better. Echo had left you and your review packet alone, thinking it was what you had wanted. Now he realized that wasn’t the case at all. And the guilt from not asking you about it, asking you to be honest about how you felt, began to eat at him.

“Wha should we dew then?” Wrecked asked, turning his phone back towards himself.

“I think if she’s asking for space give her some but don’t wait too long. I think she likes to say she needs space, but she won’t like being left alone with her thoughts for much longer. I would also try to make things around the house easier for her. I know you all enjoy having a woman around to do stuff for you, but she can’t de-stress if she’s raising you all.” Lyn said, bidding Wrecker a goodbye before hanging up.

“Well fellas, we’ve got some work to do.” Echo said, heading for the kitchen.

“-esh’la….mesh’la wake up.” You rolled over batting away whatever was prodding you.

“Go awayyyyy, leave me here to rot” you said burying your face in your pillow, your voice slightly muffled.

“C’mon (Y/N), Crosshair made your favorite for dinner.” Echo coaxed, sitting on the edge of your bed. He placed his hand on your shoulder, squeezing softly.

“Crosshair cooked for me?” you picked your head up, your voice watery as you turned to look at Echo. He nodded, smiling softly at the look on your face, an adorable mix between crying and smiling.

“He did, even baked your favorite dessert." Echo chuckled softly, watching as you sat up. You were wearing his favorite hoodie, the Domino Squad one from when he and his brothers started a paint ball league. He had wondered where it had gone, and now seeing it on you he decided you should keep it. Besides, Echo borrowed your graphic tees all the time.

There wasn’t necessarily a label for the relationship you had with Echo. You both had gotten very close very fast, and were practically inseparable. Then one day during one of your many late night conversations, he had been talking about his late twin brother Fives. The way Echo spoke about him, about missing him, you felt like you knew him. Like you could understand and feel that mourning and melancholy Echo described like they were your own feelings. In a moment of vulnerability, you had kissed him. And thankfully, he kissed back. You didn’t need a label, but everyone knew you belonged to Echo and Echo belonged to you.

“Well, I guess I can’t allow Crosshair's hard work to go to waste.” You said, crawling around Echo and moving to stand in front of him. He smiled up at you, using his hands to bring you forward by your hips. Echo had been with one previous partner, them having known Echo before and after the accident that took his legs and his right arm. The relationship didn’t last long after that, Echo’s “defects” making it hard to keep up appearances. You, however, never flinched at the cold of his hand or moved away when he tangled his legs with yours at night. Never made Echo yearn for the whole man he had once been. You loved him, shiny metal parts and all.

“Also, I know you have some stuff bothering you with work. We don’t have to talk about it now, but I want you to know I care and I am here for you.” he said, bright brown eyes locking on yours.

“We can talk, but first I need food if I am going to function normally.” you replied, taking his hands in yours and pulling him up from the bed and into a hug. He felt you sniff a little, burying your face into his shoulder, a small sob escaping your lips.

“Shh, I’m here cyar'ika .…I've got you. Let it out, that’s good.” He cradled the back of your head, swaying the two of you side to side in a slow rocking motion.

“Dinner can wait, take as much time as you need. I’ve got you.”

Five minutes later, the two of you were walking hand and hand down the stairs and into the common area of the house. The lower floor was buzzing with activity from your housemates, the tv loudly playing some cartoon with a blue and orange dog while Omega and Wrecker watched. Their eyes never left the screen of the television, but their arms fed them on autopilot. Tech sat at the dining room table, his half eaten plate long forgotten as he continued to tinker with what looked like a robot.

“Omega, are you making Tech do your science homework again?” you asked, leaning over the back of the couch to look at her.

Omega smiled sheepishly, the fork she was bringing towards her face frozen in action, “In my defense, he said he didn’t want me to electrocute myself. Plus he said he’d be able patch AZI’s voice module!”

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” you ruffled her hair moving towards the kitchen where Hunter and Crosshair were cleaning. Crosshair looked up from where he was at the sink, eyes narrowing as you took in the sight of him in your pink frilly apron. You didn’t know whether to laugh at the apron, or cry because the stoic man had a softness in his scowl when looking at you.

“Plates in the microwave. Eat and shut up.” Crosshair said, turning back to continue scrubbing.

“Omega wants us all to watch a movie tonight when you’re done. She’s already decided she wants you to pick it out.” Hunter said, closing the cabinet he had been stacking clean plates back into.

“I-i can’t, I have work tomorrow,” you sighed, turning to press the 1 minute button to start the microwave. You faced Echo and Hunter again, leaned back against the appliance to feel the hum as it warmed your food.

“About that,” Echo said, moving to lean back against the counter next to you. “Tech hacked into your work email, we told them you had a family emergency. And before you get mad cyar’ika, we’ve noticed what's been up with you. You need a break.”

You sighed, looking up to the ceiling willing yourself not to cry. There was never time for a break. It was always go,go,go. And while part of you wanted to be upset, you couldn’t be. Tech didn’t invade anyone’s privacy ever. Not even for cold hard cash. This meant something to him. To all of them.

“We uh-also cleaned and did all your chores for yuh. Didn’ wan you to have to do all the work around here vod’ika.” Wrecker said, joining you and his brothers in the kitchen. Despite your best efforts, you bursted into tears. Echo hugged you first, and his brother joined creating a shell around the two of you.

Maker knew how lucky you were. A loving partner, and a family that had no blood relation to you but still treated you just. You began to sob, the weight of everything that had occurred over the past month becoming lighter as you unburdened yourself. It has been hard lately, too hard to keep pretending that you were fine. That you could push yourself to keep up with the world around you when you wanted nothing more than to stay in the dark recess of your bedroom, with the hopes you’d find peace within yourself to finally rest. But it was busy season, and that meant being all in. That meant black out dates. That meant sacrificing your energy, sanity, and time with your loved ones. You had missed a lot. Summer Vacation had come and gone, having to skip beach days, museum trips, visits with Rex and other close friends. It hurt. But you told yourself it would pay off in the end. But "comp-time" (4 hours of which couldn't even begin to cover the difference of what you had actually worked) couldn’t give back all the time you had lost.

“Take it from me vod, they won’t think twice about replacing you.” Crosshair said, stepping back from the cluster you all had created in the kitchen.

“Crosshair,”

“No, he’s right.” You said, interjecting before Hunter could chastise his brother. Crosshair turned back to face you, placing both hands on your shoulders. He smiled, just barely.

“Vod’ika…you work hard. Too hard. You put your all in, but the minute you can’t deliver they will find someone who can. If you drop dead tomorrow, they will not be the ones mourning you. Burying you. Sure, I would hope your work friends would care, but they may not. WE will be there. We are here for you, and to support you. But at the end of the day, the only one you can rely on to always care about you, is you.” Crosshairs, squeezed your shoulders before moving to finish the dishes.

Crosshair wasn’t the first person to string those words together and hand you back a necklace of awareness. Your Dad had said something similar when you had tried talking to him about what had been going on at work. They weren’t wrong, and that is what made their words ring all the more true. You had seen it yourself. Coworkers, Directors, other miscellaneous admin had come and gone. The rehiring process began almost immediately afterwards, leaving no time to even think about the previous person. The cycle repeated itself every quarter, turn over rates growing ridiculous. Your thoughts churned, turning Crosshair’s words along with your fathers in your head. The brothers returned to their previous spots, giving you space to eat.

“Thanks guys, really. You’re right, I need to put myself first.” you said, finally pulling your lukewarm food from the microwave. “So, what kinda movie are we feeling?”

“But..why didn’t Emily choose Victor? After all that time alone?” Omega asked, her voice a little muffled as she had buried her face in your side. She had allowed you to pick the movie, agreeing to watch one of your favorite animated movies. She, like you had once been, was puzzled at the fact that the Corpse Bride Emily had chosen to pass on instead of staying in the land of the living. Or the dead for that matter.

“Well sweetpea, I think her unfinished business was getting married. And when Victor married her and freed her….well her business was finished.” you replied, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head.

“That’s lousy…I wanted them to be together. Next time I’ll pick the movie.” she said, effectively revoking your movie picking rights.

“Heh, me too. And okay, sorry for the bummer Omega.” you chuckled, finally taking in the sleeping men around you. Echo was laid back over the arm of the couch, with Hunter on the other side of Omega serving as the other sleeping book end. Tech and Wrecker sat in separate arm chairs also knocked out, Tech with a tablet in his lap and Wrecker with Lula. Crosshair was nowhere to be found. You and Omega stood, stretching before turning and waking her sleeping brothers.

Sleepily you followed Hunter, Echo, and Tech to the stairs. Wrecker yawned a good night before trudging down to the basement. Hunter, carrying Omega in his arms, turned towards the left hallway once you reached the second floor landing. Omega sleepily waved goodbye over his shoulder, the two of them disappearing into her room. Tech turned to the right, bidding you both a good night. You decided you would join Echo in his room, following him past Tech’s now closed door.

When finally you two were settled in his bed, Echo pressed a soft kiss to your temple. You shifted, untangling your legs from his and crossing your arms to lay on his chest. He smiled, rubbing your back with one hand and cradling your face with the other. His brow furrowed, and you reached forward, rubbing the soft crease.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you said, smiling when he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed the pads of your fingers repeatedly before holding it flat to his chest over his heart. You felt it beat, and hoped that he could feel yours. And you prayed that he willed both of them to synchronize as much as you did.

“I just wish I could take away all that troubles you. I hate seeing you so upset, I wish I could fix everything for you.”

“Oh my sweet Echo, just being loved by you and getting to love you is more than enough. I appreciate all that you and your siblings have done for me. I love making memories with you all, and helping to raise Omega. I wouldn’t want it any other way. I was thinking earlier after I called my dad, I know I need to put myself first, but I don't know how.” you leaned back away from him, licking your lips before continuing.

“Work has been my life for years now. I want to be home more, I want to not wake up and spend my day waiting for 5 pm so I can home. I want to enjoy life, enjoy being me again. I want to try to find ways to work on my mental health, and I want to have a self care day. I need to treat myself.” you said, sniffing a little laying back down on Echo’s chest. You buried your face into the loose fabric of his t-shirt, sighing. It was so easy like this, laying in the dark. Limbs tangled and heavy. But the good heavy, the kind that makes you feel at home.

“I’ll always be here for you (Y/N). I know the boys and Omega will too. You’re one of us now, we take care of our own. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to that coffee place you like and we’ll figure out the way forward. This may be your fight, but you don’t have to fight alone. Heh, maybe I’ll even do a face mask with you.” He chuckled softly, pulling you closer to him.

You leaned in, placing a soft kiss to his lips. He yawned, and you giggled, placing another kiss on his cheek. You laid back down, laying your head in the space between his arm and body. “I love you, Echo. Thank you for always looking out for me, and for having amazing siblings.”

“I love you more, mesh'la. Always. You’re one of us now, you're stuck with me.”

“Good. Cause I’d never want a break from you.”

a/n this work means a lot to me, it is definitely vent piece. love me some echo tho, he needs more fics imo!! I hope y'all enjoyed. Sorry if anyone is OOC, I gotta rewatch some episodes to get my characterization right. give me and @djarrex some love, and I'll see y'all in the next one :3 - captain roach signing off-

#tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #echo tbb #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #sw tbb #sw tbb fanfic

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Oh my god, these Star Wars dividers are so freaking awesome! I love them to bits! Would you ever consider making tcw or tbb inspired ones?

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Hello!! I had an idea for a 501st x force sensitive reader (maybe a bad batch cameo pls?), where she can see force ghosts of passed clones and she wants to try and find a good way of telling Rex and the others boys that their brothers are ok and happy. Maybe she gets headaches because ghost fives is talking her ear off while she’s trying to listen to the briefing.

Hope you had a good weekend!! Love your work!xx

Summary : You have a secret... You can see dead people. What happens when Captain Rex finds out? Pairings : Captain Rex x Fem!reader (Mechanic reader) x Fives? Warnings : ansgt, talks of death, talks of ghosts, talks of fives death and the beginnings of order 66, fluffy, cute ending, Rex is adorably awkward Words : 3.8k A/N : Okay I am in LOVE with this request! I had so much fun with this and I went a little crazy but I really hope you love it! It's absolutely one of my favourite stories I've done so far! And the Yoda cameo? we love to see our favourite little green Jedi! All ghosts talk in italics masterlist here

Be quiet

Be quiet!

Your head was pounding as you and your astromech R0-80 (or ROBO) were currently welding new paneling to a shuttle that is scheduled to leave in the morning. All around you whispers and cries that only you could hear were bouncing off your skull, giving you a wicked headache. Normally you could just ignore it and push through, you have your whole life but, on days like today when the talking is so loud you can’t think straight.

Please! I know you can hear me!

“Robo can you do the bottom of the shuttle while I weld the top?”

He chirps happily and rolls off under the ship to continue welding. Slowly and shakily, you climb up to the roof of the shuttle and start welding again.

I need to complete my mission!

Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ignore it.

You take a deep breath and continue your welds, slowly with slightly shaky hands but still straight. You finish your panel and move onto the next one, slowly crawling over to the next spot and it is only then that a voice yells out to you.

Please listen to me!

The shout makes you jump and lose your footing, and you go flailing backwards and fall off the top of the ship hitting the hangar floor with a hard thud! You lie there for a moment stunned, the voices quieter than normal, your vision slightly dizzy, when you hear heavy footsteps approach you.

“You alright ma’am?”

A gloved hand waves in front of your eyes making you jump. You look up to a blonde head and the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Once the dizziness settles for a moment you realize that Captain Rex is standing over you looking concerned. You can hear quiet chuckles in the distance whether those are from other soldiers or from the voices you're not sure.

Your cheeks go bright red as you slowly sit up instantly regretting it as your head pounds behind your eyes, “I’m ok- Ouch!”

“Don’t move I’ll call Kix to come look at ya.” he says already comming the medic before you can protest, “Kix, we need you in the hangar and bring your kit!”

You look down closing your eyes to ease the aching of your head and to ignore the gaze of the beautiful captain above you, “Really captain I’m alright. No need to waste resources...”

“There’s no such thing as wasted resources when someone's in need.” he says gently patting your shoulder with a small smile.

You’ve watched Captain Rex and his men of the 501 since your first day. Like all the soldiers they gave a strong presence wherever they go and even though they are a bit radical like their general and commander you always admired them. They are really sweet and goofy and have even come over to talk to you sometimes while you were working asking you random questions, you think it was pre mission jitters that made them come over to you because there really isn’t any other reason to come talk to you but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Looks like captain is flirting. Didn’t know he knew how.

“He’s not flirting shut up!” you hiss.

Rex looks down at you with red ears, “What was that?”

You look up at him your cheeks burning bright, “Umm nothing!”

Rapid footsteps approach the two of you and you both turn to see Kix, “I’m here captain! Where’s my patient?”

“Our mechanic here took a fall from the top of the shuttle. I think she hit her head pretty good.” he explains while Kix opens his med kit and grabs a scanner. You sigh as he goes over your whole body, feeling the embarrassment of lying on the hangar floor being checked for injuries while groups of soldiers walk by and stare as they get prepped to leave on their next mission.

Kix looks down at you with a smile, “Good news is there’s no concussion. Just a visible bump on the head for the time being. A bacta patch and you’ll be good to go.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” you say gently with a smile.

Kix applies the patch to your head making you wince, “Just doing my job. Now you be more careful up there. Don't wanna bruise that pretty face of yours.”

And now Kix is flirting... I shouldn’t be surprised all the boys are fawning over you. You are beautiful. Maybe I should shoot my shot too eh cyare?

“Kriffin hell please stop talking!” you say exasperated only to realize you said that out loud and both clones look at you with sheepish, confused expressions. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I... wasn’t talking to you...”

Rex and Kix both look at you confused, “Who were you talking too?”

“U-Uh... myself.”

Kix grabs his scanner from his bag again with a concerned look, “I’m gonna scan you again just to be safe...”

What the three of you didn’t know is that Master Yoda had made an unexpected trip down from the temple to the hangar when he felt something odd in the force. He stood from a far watching you as various fallen clones try to get your attention. The only way they would be this persistent is if they knew you could hear them, or see them...

As Kix stands over you with the scanner and Rex beside him you hear a faint tapping sound getting closer and the three of you turn to see Master Yoda coming toward you.

“General!”

Master Yoda nods at them as he stares directly at you with a curious smile, “come with me young one. Much to discuss we do!”

...

You remember the first time you seen a ghost, you were five years old. Your parents had been telling you a story about your grandma who had passed away many years ago, reminiscing on the time they had with her with fond smiles. You had never met her, but you had seen a holophoto of her taken a few days before her passing. As they told stories from the memories they had of her an old woman faded into view behind your mother. She had the same bright blue eyes that your mom had, and her hair was long and grey, braided in two braids just as your grandma always wore.

She smiled at you with a brightly, and you tilted your head curious, “What’s your name?”

Your parents looked at you startled wondering who you were talking to when they see you were talking to the empty wall behind your mother.

My name is Mary-Ann.

“Mary-Ann is a pretty name. My grandma has that name!” you say happily. Your parents look between you and the empty wall in horror not understanding what is happening in that moment. The old woman walks across the room slowly with her cane and stops in front of you.

You my granddaughter have a gift. Something special that not a lot of people have.

“I have a gift? You mean like superpowers?”

She chuckles warmly. Yes, you have been given the sight to see those who became one with the force once more.

“What’s the force?” you ask.

It's what connects all living things and if you have a special power like yours, it can connect you to things that are no longer living as well.

“So... I can see ghosts?”

Yes, that right. Though many of us do not have the strength to appear before you. You will hear most of us without ever seeing us.

“So, I can’t see the ghosts but... I can hear them?”

As you grow, so will your gift. It will be hard, and you will suffer, but my dear the force chose you for a reason. Never forget that. Take care and may the force be with you...

She fades away slowly, and it is just you and your parents again. You look at your parents and their shocked expressions as tears fall from your eyes, “can you tell me more stories about grandma?”

After that encounter you started to hear people, whispers and quiet conversations of people who weren’t there. You very rarely seen a ghost, but you did on occasion. You came to learn that the more you knew about someone, if you had pictures or memories or stories that connected you to them in some way you had a higher chance of seeing them if they chose to appear before you.

You thought it was really cool at first, you had a super power that nobody else had, not even the Jedi, but as time went on and you would constantly hear voices talking in your ear, or cries of those who suffered before they died it changed you. You constantly got headaches, you mumbled and whispered to yourself as a way to ease the voices to thinking you were talking to them. You had no friends because everyone labeled you the weird kid, the one parents told their kids not to play with because something wasn’t right with you. Your parents tried there hardest, they took you to doctors, specialists and shamans, but nothing helped and nothing worked.

You continued to grow up isolated and alone with only the voices and ghosts of the past to comfort you over a gift you never asked for. You started to ignore the voices, ignore the ghosts and instead do everything in your power to drown out the noise. You took up mechanics, constantly tinkering and building, taking things apart and putting them back together. The loud noise of the tools, the memorizing of manuals, the comfort you felt in being able to fix something that's been broken like you wish someone could do for you, it became your life. You excelled in mechanics and when the war started you decided that you could use your skills for good and joined the GAR. It was also because the Jedi were the only people you haven't tried to talk to about your gift, and you figured if they couldn’t help you then nobody could.

You sat on a mat in front of Master Yoda as you told him all this his eyes never leaving yours. Somewhere during your explanation, you started crying and you felt as crazy as you probably looked to the old Jedi. He smiled at you, “Yes. A gift you have... From the force indeed it is...”

You sigh wiping the tears from your eyes, “but why me? I can’t do anything a Jedi can. I can’t lift things or jump high or fight with a saber. All I can do is hear people I don’t want to hear!”

“A mystery this is... Research we must do... Louder the voices have become, yes?” he asks you.

You nod, “Yes. I think... the fallen soldiers are talking to me.”

“Yes... Sense them around you I do.” he says as he sits in front of you now grabbing your hands, “Know you can hear them, they do...”

Master Yoda waves a hand around your head and your headache eases, the voices that were trying to get your attention now a whisper. “What did you do?”

“Trick of the mind. To quiet the voices. Still there they are but... less.” he explains simply and gets up again, “tell no one of this you must. Call for you when I know more, I will.”

You nod gratefully toward him, “Thank you, Master Yoda!”

...

The next day you sat in the mess hall at a table in the far corner away from everyone. Rex walks in with Jesse and sees you out of the corner of his eye and smiles slightly at you. You sat cross legged on your chair, your sandwich shoved in your mouth while you were tinkering with a bunch of small parts that looked like junk, but he could tell it wasn’t junk to you. Your hair was pulled up into a high tail that swung every time you turned your head, and your eyes kept scanning around you like you were looking for something. Rex grabs his lunch and against his better judgement walks over to your table.

“Hey uh... Mind if I sit here?” he asks with a hesitant smile.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you rip your sandwich out of your mouth, “S-Sure!”

He sits down and looks over at your bandage, “How's your head?”

“Hmm? Oh! It’s okay, I’m okay!” you say smiling, your cheeks burning. You look down at the parts you were tinkering with to avoid his gaze.

“What are you working on?” he asks trying to carry on the conversation.

You look up your gaze flickering between the parts in your hand and the warm brown eyes of the captain, “Umm... it will be a solar energy powered stun grenade...”

He looks startled, “You're building a stun grenade in the mess hall... for fun?”

“It’s solar powered. Which means it won’t go off and hurt anyone unless its charged with sunlight. And I... like to build things... keeps my hands and my mind busy.” you shrug as you continue to pull parts and jigsaw them into a sphere.

Oh Cap’s got it bad! He’s getting embarrassed look at his ears!

You casually glance up and see his ears turning red as he stirs his soup and you smile at him warmly, “You know Captain, this is the first time someone's sat with me at lunch.”

“R-Really?” he asks stunned.

You nod again, “Yeah, I’m... a little weird. Most people don’t enjoy my company...”

“Well, I enjoy your company.” he states matter of fact making you both blush and look down.

We all knew the captain was awkward but this is just painful...

You sigh at the soldier's voice and put the final pieces of the grenade together completing it. You smile at your little contraption and when you look at Rex, he’s watching you with a gentle smile, “You’re not weird you know. I think your pretty interesting.”

“Just wait. You keep hanging around me you’ll see...”

He chuckles, “Can’t wait.”

Captain you sly dog you!

Jesse comes over to your table and puts his tray down beside Rex eyeing you and him with a grin, “Hope you don’t mind captain but the other tables full and I would rather sit at a table with a beautiful view.”

Kriffin hell! The di’kut stole my line!

You chuckle at him as Rex looks at him exasperated, “who taught you that line? It's terrible.”

“Fives obviously. Who else?” he says with a sad smile that Rex returns.

“Whose Fives?” you ask curiously already thinking you may have the name of the soldier whose been annoying you for the last two months.

They both look to each other and nod, “He was one of the finest arc troopers in the army of the republic. He was also a terrible flirt.”

“And he had the most ridiculous sense of humor!” Jesse laughs.

Rex smiles warmly, “Yeah. He always stood up for us and all our brothers. Losing him hurt more than most...”

“Sounds handsome.” you smirk and the two of them start laughing.

Jesse slaps the table he’s laughing so hard, “We all have the same face ya know!”

“Thanks for the reminder” you wink at Rex, and he blushes hard rubbing the back of his neck.

Maker just ask her out already! It's embarrassing captain. Man up!

You try not to laugh at the nagging fallen soldier, “Why did he choose the name Fives?”

“His number is CT-5555. He even got a five tattooed on the side of his head,” Rex explains thoughtfully as you take a sip of water. It is then that a soldier starts to appear beside Rex, his hand on his shoulder. You lock eyes and you choke spitting your water across the table at Jesse and Rex.

“Oh maker! I-I'm so sorry I- hold on!” you stammer completely flustered as you grab a napkin and lean across the table to wipe Rex’s face.

You can see me! You see me! I know you did!

“It’s alright. I can get it y/n you don’t have to...” he says flustered as Jesse chuckles wiping his own face beside him.

You hand Jesse another napkin, “I am so sorry I promise I didn’t mean to do that I just... kriffin hell! I gotta go!”

You jump up grabbing your stuff and shoving it into your bag as you run off flustered and embarrassed beyond belief, leaving the two soldiers wet and confused. Rex looks beside him to the empty space wondering what you saw that spooked you so bad.

...

You sat on top of Master Yoda’s starfighter giving it routine maintenance to keep your mind busy. You heart hadn’t stopped racing since you left Captain Rex and Jesse in the mess, you really are ridiculous. Why do you even try to make friends? Honestly as if Rex would see you as anything other than a mechanic with a tendency to do the stupidest things. This is why you're better off alone, so you don’t get your hopes up.

Don’t throw a pity party it was a mistake. Honestly it was my fault.

“Of course it was your fault! You’ve been yapping in my ears for the last two months! What do you want?”

Fives sits on the hood of the starfighter looking down. Honestly, I’m not sure. I just... can’t rest until I know my brothers are safe.

You drop your tools in your toolbox, “Fives were literally in the middle of a war! Nobody can promise their safety!”

I know Rex put in a report on what happened when I... died. I know he’s searching for answers. Please tell him to be careful, it’s not his time to join me yet. He needs to finish what I started, for all of us but he has to be careful.

You sigh rubbing your aching head, “That’s an awful lot of responsibility to put on one man.”

Yes, but he can do it. He’s Captain of the 501, if he can put up with us and General Skywalker he sure as hell can do just about anything...

You hop out of the star fighter and sit on the hood beside Fives. You were right he was handsome. His hair was cut short showing his fives tattoo on the side of his head and a cute triangle goatee on his chin, and this lazy smirk that you could tell got him in all kinds of trouble.

“Is there something else?” you ask quietly.

He looks at you startled for a moment and then smiles knowingly. Yes. I want him to be happy. We all have had our fair share of loss but Cap he... has had to deal with so much. He needs a light at the end of the tunnel ya know?

You nod not really understanding where he was going with this.

He's had a crush on you for a long time and I-

You gasp, “He what!? Fives that’s not true...”

I’m not lying. It's pathetic really. He watches you when he thinks no one is looking. He even drunkenly admitted at 79’s one time that he wanted to ask you out but he’s just too busy to commit to anything and he wants to do right by you if he’s gonna ask you.

Your cheeks heat up, “Th-There’s no way. We barely talk. I literally spit water at him today like a lunatic! And that’s not including I'm literally sitting here talking to you beyond the grave right now! I am a mess, he doesn’t want me!”

He smiles at you warmly, y/n... you might just be what each other needs and you both don’t know it...

You sigh, “You said it yourself. Rex has been through so much. The last thing he needs is another person with issues to come into his life and cause more chaos for him to clean up. No matter how much I like him... I will not put him through more grief...”

“You like me?”

You jump as you look down and see Rex standing in front of the ship with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, you turn to Fives and he’s laughing, “You did this on purpose didn’t you? You knew he was there?” Fives just shrugs his shoulders and continues to chuckle. “If you weren’t already dead I would strangle you right now!”

You slide off the ship and stand in front of Rex your cheeks on fire, “How much of that did you hear?”

“I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been here for a while and I think we need to take you back to Kix because-”

“Rex... I have a secret. A gift that I’ve had since I was a kid, it’s... I can hear and sometimes see people who have... died.” you whisper while not looking at him. You can’t bear to see his expression.

“You...? Can see ghosts?” he asks confused.

“Y-Yes I can. And it’s alright if you don’t believe me, it's a lot to process which is why I don't tell people, and I shouldn’t even be telling you right now, but I just want you to know that I’m not crazy! I- well honestly, I might be crazy-”

“y/n”

“And I really don’t want to cause you any more trouble than I already have I-”

“y/n”

“Even if you don’t believe me, I just want to continue being frie-”

He grabs your waist and kisses you, hard. You freeze, all around you, you can hear cheers from thousands of soldiers only you can hear making your ears ring and your head pound, but you could care less in that moment. Fives stands off on the side hollering with a huge smile.

Atta boy Cap!

He pulls away and strokes your cheek, “I believe you y/n. And like I told you earlier today, I think you’re really interesting. I didn’t realize how interesting you were going to be but... I still wanna ask you out if that’s okay with you?”

“Really? After knowing what you know about me?” you ask stunned.

He nods, “The Jedi can do impossible things so who's to say there aren’t other people in our galaxy that can do them too?” he leans forward his head touching yours, “so can I ask you on a date then?”

You smile and you feel his breath on your lips, “I would love to go out with you Rex.”

Finally! I’m dead and even I didn’t know if he was gonna go through with it!

You can’t help but laugh, “Shut up Fives!”

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