Helloo

How about how the Bad Batch would react to you showing up for an undercover mission (you know, a fancy dress-up occasion) looking amazing? You may have done something similar before, but I just can't get enough of how you write these guys!

I've defs done a few of these Fics (one with Tech and one with Hunter) but absolutely!!!

Hunter

Hunter hates the suit. It's so different from his armor and it's just. Restricting. There's a lot of noise and it can get overwhelming

You come in to help him with the mission and lay a hand on his arm

Not only are you breathtaking but you're a calming and familiar presence

Once you're alone with him he grabs you and hugs you tightly and breathes you in, relaxing

"It's good to see you Mesh'la."

You hug him back and let him have a few moments and tell him he looks nice and you're sorry you couldn't get back sooner, but you're glad you're here now

He's awe struck by you, not only how you look, but your confidence, your scent, just you overall

Tech

Tech is stellar on these missions because he's aware of all the topics and milleau of the planet- what to discuss, what not to discuss, who is who and what has been happening

He's in the middle of some haughty-toity conversation and looking smart and then he feels a tap on his shoulder

He turns around to say something and then all the smart words leave his brain because oh no, you're all dressed up and stunning

"what's wrong tech? Cat got your tongue?"

(insert some form of a partially coherent sentence here)

You tell him to go back to his convo and you'll do some recon

He nods, tells you good luck, and watches you walk away longingly

Eventually words come back but you don't leave his head

Wrecker

Wrecker is extroverted but he doesn't dress fancy. This is because if he so much as exhales or flexes the suit bursts because our boy is beefy

He would be laughing and having a good time I think, but once you walk in he freezes and stares

Ooooooh how he stares

You would go over and say hi, pull him away to resume the mission and go sneak around and retrieve info or cause a distraction or whatever y'all do on a mission

He nods and listens, and then bursts out with "hey uh... You're pretty tonight. And every night. But also tonight."

You laugh and thank him, tell him he looks good too, and then head off for the mission

He totally has a super goofy grin when he looks at you

Crosshair

Crosshair hates formal events. He hates them.

He would rather be sitting naked on Both with a sniper rifle

However this disdain vanishes when he sees you hurrying in, trying frantically to fix the ball gown (because you rushed here and probably got some mud or leaves on it)

His jaw would drop, but he's got a toothpick in his mouth and he really doesn't want to lose it

However, Crosshair is not the kind to stand to the side and watch and wait (at least when he isn't sniping)

He comes to you and takes your arm and pulls you away from a (not super) interesting conversation

You ask where you're going and he stops you on the dance floor and grabs you and y'all proceed to tango the hell away

That is right! Crosshair is a master dancer (it's the lanky legs)

Echo

Echo is more of a background guy. If he goes on a fancy mission he tries to stay in the background

So you're in the middle of everything right? Laughing and batting your lashes and flirting so he can go do his mission

He tries so hard to not get in your way or to distract you. But he fails because you're just stunning and he is. He is shook

Echo kind of waits in the shadows for the signal, but he watches you longingly

This THRILLS you

Echo hasn't made a move because he's lost so much, he cannot stand the thought of losing you too

You make the first move and go to him and wait by him, passing the evening and talking

Rex (because he's basically a batch member now)

Rex would go because he doesn't trust anyone else with this mission (he's the "if anyone messes this up it's gonna be me" type

Rex is shocked when you show up garbed in blue and gold, like shaken to his core

He blinks, shakes it off, and clears his throat and offers his arm

He cannot take his eyes off you. He is not subtle. At all.

You, at first, think something is on your face. Or in your hair. Or something. He stares at you from everywhere! From across the room, from next to you, from other conversations

You realize that his gaze is warm and loving and, once the mission is handled, you take his hand and lead him to the dance floor and tell him that you haven't even gotten a chance to have a dance

He clears his throat and takes your arms and leads you to a waltz, but it's slow and gentle, like he's shocked he's holding you, like you're precious

Bonus: Omega

It's for a fun fancy event

Y'all MATCH

It's so cute, you just dance and have fun with her

At the end when heading back she's sleepy so you pick her up and she falls asleep and you carry her

Echo and Omega Collage (season 2)

Bonus: Can't wait to get a proper gif out of this one when it airs

Could this be TECH?? Maybe 🤔

One reason that would discourage the theory: Crosshair was not successful because he (and CF 99) are known to be defective. It could be possible that Tech was was weak enough at the end of s2 to be brainwashed but who knows.

One reason that would encourage the theory: This operative SURVIVED heavy rocks on top of him, and managed to move heavy rocks easily. I think this is in reference to Tech when his femur was broken. He managed to overcome the pain and still fought.

If this was Tech, could he be unbrainwashed???

Who knows 😭

I feel like Wrecker is the type of person to actually physically beat themselves up if they hurt someone they love

Like-

Wrecker: Who hurt you so I can squash them into jelly?

Tech: You

Wrecker: So be it.

Ima be real. My heart breaks for Tech. I always felt like Echo and him were besties, now all I can see is Tech in the pilot's seat turning about to ask Echo something only for Tech to go quiet cause the co pilots seat is empty.

He deserves some good sleep 💤

He do be sleeping tho

Graves of Memories Passed Away

ARC Trooper Echo x Reader Fluff

Summary: Echo was so quiet and kept to himself for a while after he'd been found. But yet, the medic of his team caught his eyes with a energetic personality, booming laughter, bright eyes, and voice of controller chaos. Why did he exactly like you?

Warnings: Just a whole bunch sweet of flashbacks, a bit of angst actually, mentions of Fives' death

GIF NOT MINE!!

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The bar was lively today. Not in the sense that there were a lot of people, but in the sense that everyone was relaxed. You'd all finished your mission yesterday and Cid saw how pent up even you were, so she allowed a small break. But she was happy too, seeing past her grumpy smile was the joking Cid that was enjoying Hunter's company.

But you, oh you were why the whole bar was so lively. At least, that's how Echo saw it. Your laughter was booming across the bar as Wrecker, you and Omega all were playing a card game. That sweet laughter, no wonder he loved you more than anything. Even more than Omega (don't tell Hunter he said that though).

Your mouth was open, teeth showing as you laughed at one of Wrecker's stupid jokes, Omega coming back with someone more clever in return. Smart kid, she always had a good comeback; and a way to make you smile. The top of your nose was scrunched as your eyebrows leaned to press together. Omega was giggling, watching you. His heart melted at the two of you - it always did, seeing the corners of your eyes crease with happiness whenever his little sister cracked a joke. He hoped one day he'd see a sight like that again, with a different kid, one you both named and watched come into the world. One day.

"Why is it that you find her so fascinating?" Tech asked, rubbing his index finger against the glass. He had moved his gaze from the liquid to Echo, a light tilt of his head and a look of pure curiosity. "I figured maybe you'd go for someone more... calm?"

Echo's face was somewhere between shocked and trying to find an answer. There were many answers, but what was one that Tech would like? Multiple, Tech would always want multiple answers, as many as there was.

"I guess- well, have you ever heard the speculation that you love someone that resembles your closest family member in personality?" Echo asked, envisioning Fives laughing at his words and clapping him on the shoulder with a taunt in mind, 'Maybe that's why I always liked the sassy ones!'

Tech looked surprised at that, "No, I've actually never heard that one. But please continue."

Echo cleared his throat, trying to ward off the image of Fives making fun of him for even believing such a stupid quip. "Well, I guess I see a lot of Fives in her. She's so out there and not embarrassed for being seen or heard. She's funny and confident and she just has this feeling of home to her. She's so smart too, hides it behind all that beauty. Fives used to be the same - he was second to you Tech, extremely smart, just was hidden behind his looks and hair."

"Not as smart as Echo though!" you cheered, mouth wide with a smile spread from cheek to cheek. Fives sat there on the other side of the booth in 79's with his eyebrows furrowed from the lack of attention as you sat next to Echo, his arm wrapped around your shoulders tightly.

"I'm as smart as Echo, you just can't see it past this sexxyyy exteriorrr," Fives said, drawing out the two words as he ran his hands playfully up and down his chest. He looked ridiculous, getting more giggles from you.

You returned the gesture by rubbing your hands across Echo's chest, "Echo's sexier than you, loser."

"We both look the same, di'kut."

"Liar, look at him," you reached up and squished Echo's cheeks together, him side-eyeing you with an unamused expression even if you knew he found it funny, "His right eye twitches when you make fun of me. And he's just soooo handsome," you pressed kisses all over his cheek, leaving lip-gloss marks across his tanned skin.

Tech wasn't focused on his drink anymore, his hand being the only thing that suggested he still knew about it. He watched Echo's eyes sparkle as he talked about the two people he loved most; though only one was still with him.

With a smirk, indicating Tech wanted to lose some of the legitimacy of how he usually spoke, he stated, "Of all the memories you've talked about, he's never come off as the smart type."

"He never did."

"We're gonna get in trouble," Echo spoke softly into your ear, making you smirk and turn to capture his lips in a mischievous kiss. When you broke from it, you still had that stupid look on your face; it made his heart flip every time he saw it.

"My sweet Echo, we'll be fine, you were the one that said you were hungry," you whispered back, giggling sweetly as you snuck through the kitchen on Kamino. Fives had found a back entrance that was always locked - lucky for the Domino Twins, Echo had a hot girlfriend that could lock pick. Fives' words exactly.

Echo grumbled, "I don't want you in trouble cause I was hungry."

"Can you guys stop initiating a reproductive ritual right now, I'm hungry as fuck!" Fives whisper-yelled.

"Watch your mouth vod."

"'Watch your mouth vod.'" Fives mocked back, holding up his hand like it was a sock puppet to make the pretend Echo talk in a high-pitched voice. That earned a slap to the arm by your Arc Trooper boyfriend.

"What did you mean by she 'has a feeling of home to her'? I do not understand what that entails."

Echo looked back at the girl he had loved for years and years. She'd always been there, by his side, telling him how much she loved him, how she felt about him, what he meant to her. For someone that looked like the most basic clone ever made, she loved Echo more than she had loved anyone. All those rotations, alone with only the men that had always been around her. She'd lost a lot but she still waited for him, even when Fives died, her hope almost gone, she waited.

"Echo, can we talk?" you sweet voice rung through his head as he turned around. You invited him over, cooked dinner for the two of you and laughed with him the entire night. The absence of Fives was weird, Echo wasn't used to Y/n completely leaving Fives out of a hangout night, but he didn't question anything.

Echo saw you, hair blowing in the wind, covered in a hoodie that was way too large for you with shorts he had to strangle himself not to admire. The clone got up, walking over to you and looking at you with curious eyes. You looked so tiny and nervous with your bottom lip quivering as you looked at him. You didn't look upset though, you just looked like you were about to explode if you didn't see him.

"I- I think that I love you," you whispered, reaching up to rest your hand on his cheek. He'd know you for months, laughed with you forever, been your partner in crime since the day you had met. The feeling of your soft skin resting on his face, breeze blowing against him.

Echo moved his hands to your waist, holding you in his hands like you were made of glass, "Mesh'la, I've.. I believe I've always loved you."

The kiss he was sucked into killed him. Destroyed him. If Echo ever left you, he'd never love again and he believed that with all of his heart. The moment you two shared completely ruined him, he didn't believe there was love other than this. He'd be destined to live out life with you till he died.

"It means that I love her. You'll understand, trust me. Everyone deserves to understand."

You dropped your datapad on the floor, making a loud sound across the hangar. You looked at Echo with a sadness he had never seen you wear. You were so happy all that time ago. But then Fives had left you, the only person who soothed the pain to numbness.

Tears rose, turning your eyes into glossy marbles. You ran at him, maybe with the armor on it would be a heavy hit, but you gave up all sense of logic. Hitting him hard, you clung to him, arms around his neck. But he did what he knew best; Echo caught you in his arms, your feet barley touching the ground as he hid his face in your neck.

You were real. He felt Hunter staring at him but he didn't care. His girl was alive. When Echo let you back on your feet, you held his arms with soft fingers. You were crying, the skin around your eyes red and damp and your nose also red and irritated.

"Echo, my Echo, I knew you'd be alive."

"I did promise you that I wouldn't go anywhere," Echo joked, smiling so wide, tears threatening his own eyes. He felt safe, the least tense he'd been in forever.

"So uhhhh, are we getting a new teammate?" Wrecker asked, voice booming from behind the two of you.

"I hope so," Tech responded, taking a sip out of his glass, "Though it's not likely."

Echo only laughed, shaking his head at the stubborn nerd. 'You also thought it was,' Fives teased before fading into the background as he always did when Echo's thoughts stopped rushing around. They'd stopped a lot recently, ever since the day you first referred to the Havoc as home.

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Masterlist

Some Like It Hot

Pairing: Echo x Female Reader

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Summary: With the Marauder marooned in a desert planet, Hunter take Omega and the others to town in search of parts while you and Echo stay behind to find a way to fix what you can and beat the hear.

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), facesitting, edging, praise, slightly soft!dom Echo, cum eating.

A/N: Based in this ask from a wonderful, Echo loving Nonnie!

Word count: 1.9k

It was hot. Uncomfortably hot. Oppressively hot. So hot it was all you could do to tolerate your own skin covering your own body, much less a full kit of armor. Yet there you were, perched atop the Marauder in the burning sun of some backwater planet, desperately working alongside Echo while Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, and Omega had gone to the nearest port for parts and supplies.

After working outside for several hours stripping away broken parts in preparation for the group's return, you both retreated to the interior of the ship as the sun hovered overhead. The moment you were out of the sun's harsh rays, you shucked your armor, leaving it in a heap on your bunk. Although ditching the plastoid plates helped release a little heat from your body, you still felt sticky, itchy, and overheated.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower," you informed him. "Then I'll be up to help you with the electrical panel."

"Sounds good," he replied, doffing his upper body armor and compression suit to let his skin breathe as well.

He kept his back to you as you peeled away your soaking base layer. There had been electric tension between you since you first met months earlier, time alone was a rare commodity but neither felt particularly in the mood to be close enough to explore those amorous feelings given the circumstances. Instead, he stole a glance at the curve of your panty-clad backside while you reached for your shower kit. You likewise studied the sculpted tone of his shoulders as he quickly righted his gaze, thinking you hadn't noticed, and walked to the cockpit.

After a quick and largely unsatisfying sonic shower, you emerged from the fresher feeling slightly cleaner than before. With a glance to the bow of the ship, you saw Echo on his back under the console, toiling away to try to get at least part of the power restored to the ship for the sake of climate control if nothing else. As you stared at your meager clothing options, you shuddered at the thought of putting your compression suit and armor back on, so instead you opted for a pair of panties and a loose tee-shirt. Even with the lack of significant clothing, you still felt the heat of the day across your exposed legs as you joined Echo in the cockpit.

A string of profanity greeted you as he shifted and jerked under the control panel, “Dank FERRIK!” He growled in frustration.

“I’m here,” you reassured, carefully stepping over him. “How can I help?”

“There’s a cable that I’m trying to reroute,” he began with a strained grunt. “I can’t get it plugged in to the proper board without being up top, but it isn’t stable enough to stay put for me to access it.”

“Which panel?” You asked, knowing how to communicate with him.

“Life support panel. Top tier, one o’clock from where I am.”

Repeating his directions, you carefully stood over him and popped open the required button panel. Peering through the durasteel firewall, you saw his face and the end of the cable he had been fighting with being thrust in your direction. Taking it, you easily plugged it in as he shifted beneath you to finish his task of rerouting the power cables. The panel illuminated and around you there was the distinct hum of fans activating. A moment later, a crisp chill of recirculated air prickled across your body, giving you goose flesh under your scant clothes.

“Sounds like that worked,” Echo stated optimistically.

A violent shiver rippled down your spine and into your toes, visible through the sudden jerking of your legs, which prompted him to laugh. His warm hand grazed the skin of your ankle, making you straighten quickly and look down. He had scooted out from the control panel and gazed up the length of your body with dark eyes, which darted to the apex of your thighs, visible from his prone position. Unconsciously, he licked his lips as his fingers traced up the curve of your calf and back down, teasing gooseflesh from your skin.

“You feeling better now, meshla?” he rasped.

"Much," you nearly gasped in reply. "I'd say you've earned a reward for your efforts. Name it and it's yours."

A dangerous chuckle reverberated in his chest, "You should be careful, little one. Don't say that unless you really mean it."

"I always mean what I say. Question is…" a sultry smile crept across your face as a velvety chuckle rolled from your throat, "Are you going to finally tell me what you want?"

All at once the air between you was thickly silent as his hand stilled on your ankle holding you in place, “Do you really mean that?”

To answer his question, you slid your panties down your hips until they fell to your knees, while holding his gaze. His eyes flicked to the garment with a reflexive chuckle of near disbelief at your directness. Rather than stepping out of them, you waited for him to move with an expectant expression. A crooked, roguish smile pulled at his cheek as his hand drifted up your leg to take hold of the cloth and tug it further downward. Only then did you lift your foot to remove it, one leg at a time.

He tossed them aside, eyes fixed on your exposed folds as they peeked out from under your shirt. His bare chest rose and fell as he breathed faster in anticipation. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you rather enjoyed your literal position of power over him a little, curious to see what he’d do next. Eager to spur him on, you let your hands glide down your abdomen and graze your thighs. At the sight of your fingers sliding into your folds, his mouth fell open and he released a soft moan. Smirking, you stepped forward until you stood his face.

“So…” you teased, "is this what you want?”

“Bring that gorgeous pussy down here. I'm starving."

Despite your confidence, the lustful rumble of his baritone voice made your knees tremble as you knelt, his face disappearing under the hem of your shirt. You felt his hot breath across your slick folds, which sent an electric shiver up and down your spine. A moan shuddered from your throat at the first sensation of his tongue grazing your slit. He huffed a smirk into your thigh before guiding you further downward until you felt his lips ghosting across yours. Wanting to see him, you pulled your shirt overhead, your naked flesh contracting in the cold air of this ship.

Looking down, you saw his dark eyes staring back at you intensely from between your splayed thighs. The apples of his cheeks shifted upward, squinting his eyes slightly as his mouth opened the stubble of his jaw rasped across your thighs. Taking his time, his tongue slowly licked from your entrance to your swollen, aching clit, circling it several times, before descending back down to your dripping hole. He teased you relentlessly, giving you only a fraction of what you wanted as your hips began canting on his face.

“Hold still, sweetheart. You’re far too delicious to rush things,” the lascivious rasp of his voice was punctuated by his hand gripping the globe of your ass. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered in a gasp, nearly coming undone at his words alone.

“That’s a girl,” he praised with a gentle tap to your backside, prompting you to relax onto him. “Oh, just like that…”

His words trailed off as he resumed lavishing your pussy, unabashedly moaning into your folds, gathering and spreading your slick with his tongue. He consumed you with a deep, aching hunger. The pressure quickly built in your belly as he so expertly unwound you. Your breaths came in sharp gasps, having been utterly unprepared for his skilled mouth. It took all your willpower to hold your hips steady when all you wanted to do was rut against his face to feel the delicious friction of his nose against your swollen node.

Sensing your torture, you felt him grin against your cunt. When you met his gaze, his eyes were smiling smugly. Just as your mouth fell open to deliver a whining plea, he began flicking the flat of his tongue across your clit rapidly. The sudden white hot sensation made your eyes cross and your back arch, thrusting your pussy into his mouth. Your hands gripped the edges of the console with white knuckles as you teetered at the precipice, poised and ready when he stopped with a wicked chuckle.

“Does my pretty girl want to come?” He teased, shifting his hand from the bruising grip on your side to begin tracing your entrance.

“Y-yes, gods Echo, let me come!” You howled.

He edged a finger into your core just slightly, only to withdraw and continue to tease, “Have you forgotten your manners already? What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” You cried, unable to contain the quaking of your thighs. “Echo, please make me come!”

“Hmm, my good girl,” his praise was punctuated by his thick middle finger sinking easily into your pussy only to have a second stretch and fill you more.

The moan that left your body was a hedonistic wail of ecstasy as you began rolling your hips against the digits buried inside you. He grunted in approval, nodding as his mouth latched back onto your clit. His pace was unrelenting as his scomp arm encouraged you to ride his face, which shifted from side to side, adding friction exactly where you wanted it. With a handful of deep thrusts, your core fluttered and throbbed. Pulling his hand away, he buried his mouth into your entrance, moaning wildly as he consumed your release, tongue probing your pulsing walls as you rode your orgasm and they finally stilled.

Dizzy and breathless, you all but collapsed against the console, resting your burning face on the cold durasteel panel. Your entire body buzzed with fizzy, tingling energy as oxytocin flooded your bloodstream. You looked down at Echo, who had never looked happier, despite being a soaking mess. Finding the will to move, you tried to stand, but your legs were wobbly and useless. He chuckled lightly, shimmied out from between your thighs, and planted a kiss on your exposed neck. The warmth of his chest felt like a blanket against your shivering back.

“Stay here,” he crooned in your ear. “I’ll be right back.”

Your pulse was still slowing when he returned a moment later, draping a blanket around your shoulders and helping you to your feet. He guided you to the fresher so you could relieve yourself. As you cleaned up, he disappeared and you heard the sound of disinfectant spray being used. Undoubtedly Hunter would be able to smell what you had been up to when the group returned and Tech wouldn’t appreciate his precious cockpit being used as the location of your tryst. Upon his return, you departed the fresher in search of your clothes, which he held in hand.

“You know, I’ll get you back for that,” you warned, tracing your fingertips across the ridges of his codpiece. “I can be just as patient as you when I want to be.”

“Sweetheart,” his dark eyes narrowed dangerously at her challenge, “I’m counting on it.”

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Echo has some pent up tension that needs to be released 😅

Echo with Omega vs. with the rest of the Bad Batch

@moonlight-sonata99 you brought hope 🥹🥹

My friend has just brought this to my attention and I might cry. What if the eventual Ep in S2 where Rex teams up with the bad batch, echo leaves with him. Although I’m not mad at that decision and I’ll actually be sorta ok with it? However, if it means he will leave the show entirely or not get anymore screen time or any new character development I will be very disappointed and sad and die of sorrow.

(I’ll also point out, yes if he goes with Rex he will die at some point but..as long as I don’t see it happen I will survive..for the most part)