#star wars echo

[greyangelpain]

The fact that echo abandoned his neuro implant so he could more effectively save omega HAS ME IN TEARS

He abandoned the one thing that keeps his brain his and safe from being controlled again without hesitation to save his family!

(AND YOU CAN ALREADY SEE HIM STRUGGLING TO UNSCOMP WITHOUT IT)

[131-vr]

After seeing how Tech's bed is a mess, I like to think that sometimes he leaves things lying around on the floor when he works or something, causing one of his brothers to trip over them.

This took way to long to finish, it's stupid.

[1inthemiddle]

Something, something, how far we've come from

to

and

I am, in fact, completely normal about this.

[wenalena]

I made this illustration thinking of God of War... Kratos carrying the ashes of his loved ones on his skin. I figured Echo had the same thing, carrying his brothers' ashes in his skin.

(the Ashes soundtrack was playing on a loop in my head, aha)

[echos-gal]

"formerly of the 501st and Bad Batch"

"a new mission"

so it's official: Echo is no longer a member of Clone Force 99. this devastates me. with that said, the possibility of a new clone-centric series about the clone underground seems more likely than ever. i'm guessing Rex and Echo would be the leads.

crossing my fingers!!

[catfur-and-greenscales]

Clones being surprised by hugs

Numa and Waxer and Boil

Ahsoka and Rex

And this one only as a pic to not to give spoilers

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Congrats on the followers, Mimi! You deserve every single one for being such a sweetheart and a great storyteller! 🧡

Time to spin the wheel for Echo... Looks like it's landed on 21 and 34! 😀

Hello love @eclec-tech

Thank you for spinning the wheel.

I hope you enjoy this Echo fic, I wrote with a F!reader. Love oo.

Misunderstanding

Warnings: Anxiety, not understanding feelings, pushing someone away, confrontation, confessions of feelings (somewhat), clueless Echo, I think that's it. Let me know if I missing any.

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Echo laid against his bunk as his mind drifted back to the briefing they had; they were going to be leaving for the Citadel in a day and a half. It bothered him that you’d be coming. Not that he didn’t think you could handle yourself. He’d seen you plenty of times on the battlefield able to handle some pretty narrow escapes. No, what bothered him was the high chance of either of you dying and you still thinking he hated you. 

He’s not even sure when that notion first popped into your head, if it was something he said or did; or maybe a rumour you heard? 

Fives always told him that he was being too critical of you, could that be what made you think he didn’t like you? He rubbed his forehead as he let out another sigh. 

“UGH! Just go talk to her already,” Fives leaned over his bunk and berated Echo, “if you keep sighing like that you’ll have to deal with me, and my irritation.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to talk to her…”

“Then what’s the problem. Walk up to her and say, ‘Baby, I don’t hate you. I love you.’ Then pull her into a tight hug and kiss her. End of discussion, moving onwards.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t love her.”

“Right, and I’m not the best looking vod in the GAR.” Fives rolled his eyes, focusing back on his brother and narrowing his eyes at him, “Either go talk to her now or I’ll make sure it take forever for you to fall asleep and stay that way.”

Echo closed his eyes and let out another sigh, “Okay, okay. I’ll go.” He stood from his bunk and stepped out into the hallway only to feel the cool breeze against his legs. He looked down shaking his head, walking back in to put on some pants over his boxers. Now that he was somewhat decent, he headed back out and made it to your room. 

He took a breath and knocked on the door. The moment you opened it, you stole his breath away. You were in a long sleeve shirt and shorts, somehow with the messy hair you had an almost ethereal look, like you were floating in zero gravity. He shook his head, “Um, sorry to disturb you.”

“What do you want, Echo? It’s late and we have to get up early to train for the mission.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You looked taken aback by that statement, your head even shifted further away from him, “Excuse me?”

“What I mean is…” he let out a sigh rubbing his forehead, Maker! Why was it always so difficult to talk to you? “Could I come in?” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

“I don’t …” your voice trailed off as you looked at him.

As you took in his expression, you couldn’t help wonder why he was at your door. You simply nodded and moved out of his way, as he walked in keeping his hands behind his back. He turned to look at you, trying to ignore how cozy and comfortable your quarters felt compared to the barracks he had been used to living in. 

“You know, for being someone you hate, I’m sure on your mind a lot.” 

You stated, annoyed that your sleep was being stolen away by Echo. After all, it had been no secret to you, how Echo disliked you. He always avoided talking to you or being around you. The times he did talk, it was less of a conversation and more of blunted statements thrown at you, like he couldn’t wait to get away from you. You never knew exactly what it was you did to cause him to dislike you so vehemently, and frankly you learned to deal with it, because regardless of how he felt about you, you respected and admired him. He was good at his job, and if he wasn’t so prickly, you could’ve even imagined you two being friends. 

At least according to Fives, he believed you two could be the best of friends, as he felt compelled to tell you over and over again. 

Echo let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead again, “That’s actually why I came to talk to you.”

“Because I’m on your mind a lot?” You asked confused.

“No … yes … well, somewhat. What I mean is…” he cleared his throat, “I … I haven’t exactly been the nicest to you, and I know I’ve been pushing your buttons and your patience.” He stood a little taller, he was proud he’d been able to say this much. “I guess what I’m trying to say is sorry. I wanted to clear the air before we headed to the Citadel. General Skywalker was pretty adamant about how dangerous this mission could be, and I don’t want to go in knowing there’s issues between us.”

You rubbed your eyes as you slowly moved your hands through your hair, “Why do you dislike me?”

“Well, it’s not that I dislike you… really. It’s just …” he let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I just don’t know how to act around you. Every time I’m near you, my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest, my stomach feels queasy and nervous, like I’m about to enter a battle. My hands feel like there’s ice running through them, and I can’t help but pay attention to everything you do. It’s overwhelming.”

You tried to fight the smile that wanted to fight through, “I see. Then maybe we should get to know each other better.”

Echo looked shocked, “Are you sure that’s wise? I mean after what I put you through?”

“Echo, are you sorry about that?”

“Of course.”

“Do you want us to be friends?”

His cheeks tinted, “Yes”

“Then, I don’t care. I’m not leaving you to wallow, especially since as you said you find it overwhelming to be around me, the best thing to do then is to spend more time with me. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He nodded smiling, “I guess you have a point.”

“I do. Now seeing as I’m more awake feel like joining me in the caf for a late night caf or tea?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

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[eli-am-confused]

Wanted to draw the domino twins in skirts and also alive

[euphoriacafe]

Song inspiration: I’m Yours by Isabel LaRosa

Bad Batch Echo x F!Reader

Main plot: Naughty dreams about my boy Echo- but the man doesn’t even call you by your name in real life.

18+ MDNI | MENTIONS OF DEGRADING DURING SPICY TIME (THERE IS NO PRAISING DURING THE SPICY TIME!!!) | P in V | cum slut.

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Yes right there.

His hand grip loosened from your neck as it traced down your chest, to your stomach then traced further down.

Fuck.

His thumb went to your small clit rubbing it…toying with it.

This couldn’t be real.

Your thighs shaking and were attempting to wrap around his waist, it was loose but the pleasure was causing your legs to grow in a tingly feeling.

It was almost a fever dream.

Your wrist was bonded down to the bed as your back was aching up as his hips slammed into yours aggressively. You didn’t know how you got into the position of being under Echo but you weren’t complaining since you were being pleasured and used for his pure enjoyment.

As you tried to look at Echo— your eyes began to water from the stimulation. His eyes were trained on your body moving from his sharp thrust. “Look at you being a selfish little cum slut,” his voice was raspy.

Fuck, you were close to cumming.

“But girls like you don’t deserve to cum…no you just deserve to be filled up like a little whore that you are.” His voice was seductive and low.

You were so close.

You were there.

But you weren’t.

You sat up quickly as your eyes snapped open…it was a dream.

All of it was fake…only a little imagination that your mind was wanting…well wanted but you always pushed it to the back of your mind.

Echo and you never even spoke like that unless it had to do with a mission. He doesn’t even say your name…it’s almost like he avoids trying to even mention you.

Beams of sweet was falling down from your forehead from the intense dream.

No…you shouldn’t even be thinking of that man like that.

You tightened your thighs together trying to relieve any tension that was burning between your legs- you wiped your forehead and groaned from annoyance.

~~~

You were sitting in the arcade area, not being able to sleep anymore since the dream replayed in your head of your body willingly being used by Echo. You remained in the shadows with no thought behind your eyes.

Finally the rest of the Bad Batch members and Omega came into the building wearing their regular armor.

“There you are,” Tech spoke out loud as he noticed you first. “You got up early this morning.”

“Yeah- I couldn’t sleep anymore so I just came here…” you spoke softly getting up from your seat and looked at them until you locked eyes with Echo.

Echo eyed you up and down before looking away.

It felt as if he knew what happened.

Oh my kriff… what if he heard you.

What if he could see it all over your face.

You crossed your arms under your bust looking away.

As the others walked to Cid’s office Echo looked at you once more his eyes traced your figure up and down taking its time.

You blushed under his gaze shivering and all he did was walk away.

Fuck.

This was going to be a long assignment… how would you be able to look at him in the eyes when you just had a dream about him railing you with no mercy.

~~~

Should I make a PT 2?

[greyangelpain]

Having echo back shows how the writers removed him coz he's too competent

he clutched that entire mission and looked fabulous while doing it

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Bonus

Echo didn't tell him.

Hunter looks like he drinks Tea.

Here is another stupid drawing inspired by something I just to do when I was a kid.

[haven-is-happy]

Meeting the family

Summary: Echo gets some shore leave and turns his comm off

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Just kissing, this is completely sfw

A/N: Had a ton on fun writing this, I hope it's good enough for your expectations. The sentence prompt is in there

Tags: @cloneficgiftexchange @wizardmando

As a general rule (gently suggested by Captain Rex to the 501st), Echo is not to be disturbed when calling with his girlfriend. Not only because of possible less-than-innocent activities on the call, but also because of how damn happy Echo was when he ends the call himself undisturbed.

When he got together with Y/N, his optimism skyrocketed. Every mission, assignment and battle was done quickly but thoroughly, so he could come back to her. He made the other troopers work faster to be done with the paperwork (much to the displeasure of Fives), cleaned up when others didn’t want to, anything to get rewarded more time off.

Even general Skywalker noticed a difference. Echo no longer went with any crazy plan Fives threw on the table. He’s stubborn enough to convince them of a safer route, or staying behind on base for the craziest assignments. 

“I want to come back home,” he answered every time. Nobody asked him what “home” was. It was against regulations, but everyone turned a blind eye.

Rex has never actually met her, but he was sure he like will like her when he does.

—---

“Well, call him again! What if it’s an emergency and we need to leave for an impromptu mission?” 

Despite Rex loving his men with all his heart like brothers, sometimes, he gets quite frustrated with their headstrong attitude. Especially if he does a headcount at breakfast and finds some of them missing.

“Maybe he went to a bar and slept over?” Jesse suggests and shovels a spoonful of military rations into his mouth.

“Impossible. It’s been more than a day. Echo is not that kind of person,” Kix counters, “I would expect that more from Fives.” He points at the trooper with his clean spoon, his face sporting a half-smirk.

From the other end of the table, he hears an offended “OI!”.

“Don’t pretend to be offended, Fives, your tab at 79’s is still open. Besides, Echo has someone waiting for him home, he wouldn’t do that.”

As if a lightbulb went off in his head, Kix turns to Rex.

“Have we checked if he isn’t with them?”

Rex shrugs. “We don’t even know if the person lives on Coruscant, much less know their location.”

Fives froze for a second in realisation. He starts hitting Jesse next to him, as if possessed.

“She is on Coruscant! I have her address in case of an emergency!”

The entire table groans.

“Then kriffin lead with that!” “Fives!” “And you didn’t tell us this sooner?!”

—

"Hear me out: Melted cheese with carrots."

"You know what, that actually might be good."

Since your leftovers ran out for lunch, Echo and you were brainstorming cooking ideas. 

Well, it is more of "Echo says a food combination and you shoot it down". It sometimes feels like he has no sense of taste, his tongue fried from eating republic rations all the time.

The holomovie has become white noise at some point, background in your conversation while you cuddle on the couch.

"The carrots have to be boiled so they don't crunch, we could maybe even use blue cheese," you list off ingredients, in thought.

"I'm sorry, WHAT cheese?!" Echo is half horrified and half curious at your statement. 

"Oh, you know, a cheese that has a bit of grown mold on it. It adds flavour and it's not bad for the body at all," you explain, watching his expression go from 100 to 200.

"How could mold on cheese be anything other than bad?"

"Actually, I have no idea. It just is," you shrug and pull out a datapad, putting in a shopping list.

Echo peers over your shoulder. 

"Does it really need that many ingredients?"

"Yeah. You need the pasta, salt - which we already have - and the sauce needs some cream, garlic, cheese and carrots. If you want to spice it up we can add some ham," you say, counting the ingredients on your fingers. You're by no means a master in the kitchen, but you want to feed your boyfriend food with ACTUAL flavour.

Echo lays his head on top of yours, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Can you teach me how to do it? I want to cook you something someday," he mumbles into your scalp, pressing another peck after he finishes the sentence.

"I will if you want to, but you don't need to cook me anything! I can always look up recipes or we can order takeout."

"But I want to."

It makes the corners of your mouth rise and warmth spread to your chest. What the republic thinks is a hardened soldier is also a softie who wants to learn how to cook for someone he loves.

"Thank you, love."

Echo doesn't need to move his head to see your smile, he just knows. The tone is obvious to him.

"Cooking is really complicated," he puffs out.

"Oh you have no idea. Pasta is mostly simple to do, one of the easiest dishes in fact," you point out. After sending the shopping list into the app, you toss the datapad to the side.

Now just to wait half an hour for the groceries to arrive, carried by a simple task droid.

You don't want to point your attention towards the TV or go out shopping. It feels like you're wasting precious time you have while Echo is on shore leave. You want to be wrapped up in him for the entire remainder of his vacation.

Curled in his side, you can feel every single muscle of his athletic body through the thin shirt of his blacks. He knows you don't mean anything by it when you snake a hand under his shirt and start drawing shapes into his skin. 

As always, his skin is warm to the touch, bringing you instant comfort.

By the time the movie ends, the hypnotic nature of drawing circles into Echo’s skin puts you in the sweet zone between awake and asleep. His chest rises and falls as he watches the credits (something only he ever does), syncing your breathing with his.

Warmth blooms in his heart at your sleepy form, like small fireworks in his veins. He feels as if body will burst.

“I cannot stop smiling when I look at you,” he whispers to you, making you smile in return. He isn’t even sure if your brain registered it or turned it into a pleasant dream. 

He slowly moves by centimetres on the couch into a more comfortable position to take a nap and let you snooze.

However, before Echo could even begin falling asleep with you, a sharp ring makes him flinch out of his own head.

An adorable whine leaves your throat.

“Is the food here?” Echo asks and gently takes your arm off him, getting up to get whatever is at the door.

“Hopefully,” you grumble out and lay down flat on the couch, covering where Echo was sitting.

“Can you put everything but the bread in the fridge? I’ll cook in an hour,” you speak up, louder than usual so Echo hears you through the apartment.

You hear the door open and then-

“What the kriff are you doing here?!”

You shoot up from the couch so fast your head nearly spins. Echo rarely swears so to you, this would be a jedi-level threat.

“Well you didn’t answer your comm so Fives told me where your partner lives-” “That information is for emergencies!” an identical voice replies to your boyfriend before getting shot down by (what you assume is) your Echo.

When you get into the line of sight of the door, you realise why.

There, right outside the threshold of your door, stand at least six clones, all wearing the same armour Echo has left neatly in a pile by your shoes. All of them have lines, triangles and patterns painted on their helmets in blue, black or red.

Echo’s legion.

“Well you weren’t answering your comm and… oh…” a blonde trooper in the front with his helmet under his arm speaks out and trails off when his eyes land on you.

“Yeah, I have told you I am away.” You’d think his annoyed voice is hot if you weren’t in a situation that could put him at such risk.

Right behind the blonde clone (who you assume is his caprain Rex from what he Echo told you) is a clone with a standard haircut and a number five tattooed on his temple in galactic basic.

His twin, Fives. You remember his tattoo from a conversation you’ve had with Echo. You wanted to meet him some day as he means so much to your boyfriend, but you have hoped that the meeting would be in better circumstances.

Before anything else can happen, you want to diffuse the situation. You don’t know if a clone trooper legally be in a relationship, as the war made the Senate refuse to look at anything else (certainly not look at the rights of the soldiers fighting said war). You might be in deep waters.

“Good afternoon sir. Is Echo in trouble?” You inwardly grimace. That was such a stupid question to ask, acting guilty in the court before even getting called to the stand.

A small smile gets to the captain’s lips.

“No, he isn’t. We’re just here to check on him because he wasn’t answering his comm.”

Some of the weight leaves your shoulders. You really didn’t want the first meeting with his brothers to be about disciplinary actions.

Echo’s entire face goes red, caught in the act. “I thought I put it on emergency only,” he tries justifying.

“Next time, double check. I sent you a message an hour ago. We wanted to know where you are,” another clone, one with a republic tattoo across his face, suggests.

“I told commander Cody that I am taking a day of shore leave. Did he not tell you guys?” Something shifts in Echo, like a knot coming loose. His stance shifts to be more relaxed and a single hand reaches out for your own.

His captain takes out a datapad and reads through messages while you two watch, previous anxiety dissipating just a smidge  .

“Ah, Cody got called away yesterday for a diplomatic mission.” The captain puts away his device and turns back to Echo.

“I- didn’t know that. Sorry Rex” utters your boyfriend and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back, seeing the guilty look on his face.

“It’s alright, you couldn’t have known, General Kenobi got the call and needed to leave immediately,” the blonde, Rex, reaches out a hand and pats his shoulder. 

Then, his head turns to you and he nods respectfully. “Nice to meet you ma’am. We’ll be going, sorry to bother you.”

“No problem at all,” you reply and watch the troopers utter variations of hellos and goodbyes, with his twin being the last to leave your porch.

He sends you a mischievous smile and reaches out a hand to shake yours. “I’ll stop by some time.”

He sends him a glare as he pulls away. Fives pats his shoulder and turns around, jogging to catch up with the rest of his brothers.

You lead Echo back inside your apartment and shut the door behind. His hand leaves yours and he kneels next to his armour to take out the commlink from his pack. He pushes a button, switching it on.

A bit sheepish, he puts it back and stands up. “Sorry you had to meet my captain and brothers for the first time like this,” he looks down.

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek and lift up his head to make him look at you.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re not in trouble,” you say softly and curl your free arm against his waist. His hands instinctively reach out to rest at your hips and bring you closer.

“I really wanted my comm to be off for the day, to spend the time with you. I’m sorry mesh’la.”

“Stop saying sorry for things out of your control. Your captain is sweet for wanting to check on you.”

He brings your foreheads together, something you have learnt is a kiss in his culture.

“Still, we could have gone through our day without this. I want to be here with you. For you. I don’t want you to feel like we are one message away from never seeing eachother again,” he murmurs.

You sigh with a sad look on your face.

“But we are, Echo. And that’s the reality. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t here for me,” you reply and pull away just enough so you can kiss his cheek and then bury your face in his neck. 

His hands go from your hips to hugging you. It’s the kind of bear hug that makes it impossible to breathe deeply, but you’re okay with that.

“I’m here for you too,” you whisper into his skin and land a peck on the junction of his neck and shoulder.

His arms falter and he pulls away, only to kiss you like his life depends on it.

He has no qualms pushing his tongue past your lips, multitasking while gently walking the two of you over to your couch.

“Kriff!” you squeak out as you stumble a bit, unaware of your surroundings from the haze of kissing. You stabilise yourself against Echo’s muscular chest and plant your feet firmly, making your boyfriend almost lose balance in return.

As you both regain your footing, your eyes meet again and you both snicker at the clumsy attempt at romance.

You want to lead Echo towards your couch to continue the session, but the bell rings again.

“So help me force Fives, if it’s you, I am going to put sand in your bed!”

“I think that’s just the delivery droid. It’s been an hour.”

“Oh, cool. Can you show me the recipe?”

[candycatstuffs]

Echo study!!

[therealcalrissian]

“yeah, just like old times”

i just know echo was so excited to go home to the 501st after skako minor. he knew it would never be the same, that he would never be the same, but at least he would be reunited with fives. fives who would treat him the same as old times, who he would share even more adventures with as he did before. fives who was his best friend. his brother.

oh wait nvm fives is dead.

[moreclonesplease]

Echo: *is on screen*

Me: “Oh my gosh it’s Echo! It’s Echo, I love him!!”

[uwingdispatch]

Don’t panic but I upgraded all of my Bad Batch earrings! They now have red Czech glass hearts!

I am running low on a couple of these guys so if you see your fave sold out, don’t worry, I will be restocking him as soon as I get my new shipment of minifigs. They’re already on the way.

I have some more clone trooper treats on the way, too. But those will have to wait for another day. 💜

Shop is here. Enjoy!