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Me not so long ago: I have way to many accounts and this is getting too much for me. I really have to reduce my accounts...

Also Me: *planing new rp accounts because why not*

[lowkeychenle]

masterlist + all about me (and nct dream)

hi everyone! name change/rebrand alert ;)

prev @/lowkeyjaemle, now @/lowkeychenle :D

i'm juls (as some of you already know) and my ult group is NCT Dream! i'm chenle biased (this will never change lol) and the majority of my blog is also chenle biased lol.

i do not have a bias wrecker. chenle is safe (although jisung is my #2, which just makes sense bc chenji is a package deal okay).

i'm 23 years old, and my pronouns are she/her. now that all this intro/boring stuff is out of the way, please keep reading for my updated masterlist ;)

p.s. if u are also a chenle stan, there are so many chenle fics here just for u

AY YO! MDNI >:(

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labyrinth (M) fic teaser

Chenle was more complex than you originally gave him credit for, and unfortunately for you, that would be your downfall. Lost in the labyrinth, you’ll always struggle to find your way out when the rose-colored glasses don’t let the light shine through.

the hardest part (M)

You, Chenle, and Jay have been best friends since before you could even remember. After moving away to pursue your dreams, you don't talk to them as often as you should. One day, you get a call notifying you of Jay's passing. When you go back to your hometown, you find everything is different except for one person--Chenle.

Some Things Can't Be Taught (M)

In which you are failing college physics, and your childhood best friend offers up one of his friends as your tutor—except, there’s a little something he wants to learn from you in exchange.

Guilty As Sin? (M)

Chenle is everything you want--everything you need. Somehow, the thought of him manages to pull you back in even after you were free. Messy kisses, late night trysts, and him tracing the word 'mine' on your thigh--barely anything, so how could you possibly be guilty as sin? (based on Guilty As Sin? by Taylor Swift)

And Then It Was (M)

After your marriage with Chenle was arranged by your parents for a company merger, things with him aren't quite like you expect. In your life full of obligations, he's determined to finally give you the ability to make your own choices. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Cruel Summer (M)

He wants you. Everything to do with you--your heart, your body, all while keeping your friendship. What's a man to do during a 30-day hook up to get you to stay? (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

See My Sea (M)

You never expected your lab partner to be the captain of the basketball team...or a decent human being, but you get proved wrong twice. Despite a rocky past of your own, you find yourself falling for him faster than you thought. Maybe, with his help, you can finally find your way home and see your sea. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Like We Just Met (M)

Everything else about the day is completely normal when Chenle realizes he wants to marry you. It hits him like a tidal wave, and he's itching to tell you just how much he wants to love you forever. (smut/fluff) *WC>10k

SOS (M)

Road trips with Chenle are your favorite thing. Late at night, the two of you stop at a hotel, but it's not everything it seems to be. You barely have time to settle before you get a call to evacuate immediately. Beneath red neon flashing lights, you and Chenle have to try and escape the group of people hunting you down. (suspense/thriller/smut)

this is me trying (M)

Meeting Chenle was a fluke--a good one, at that, but you never expected things to escalate the way they did. But despite the whirlwind romance, you'd go back to December if you had the chance... (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Is It Over Now? (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Your relationship with Chenle is nothing but fight after fight. Amidst the toxicity, infidelity comes into play--except you're determined to one up him...but is it ever truly over? (angst/smut) *WC>10k

Within the Piano Keys (M)

For as long as you could remember, Chenle has been your neighbor and childhood best friend. That is, until one day he disappears without a word…or so you thought, since your mother hid all the letters he sent you. (smut/fluff/angst) *WC>10k

Paris (M)

Pure smut on a hotel room balcony in Paris! Woo. (smut)

Sunshine (M)

You're not usually able to wake up with Chenle due to his schedules, but on the days that you can, it's certainly worth it. (smut/fluff)

Quiet Down (M)

You and Chenle visit your parents, but he just can't help himself... (smut)

You're Not Sorry

You and Chenle broke up two weeks ago. The first time he calls you at 3am, you ignore it. Then he calls again. You answer, and you go to him knowing there's nothing he could do to fix what he's broken. (angst)

The Last Straw (M)

Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin). (smut/fluff/angst)

Chilled Nights, Fogged Windows (M)

After being gone for weeks, the first thing Chenle wants to do is get ice cream with you. One thing leads to another, and suddenly, you're in the backseat (oooops). (smut)

In Your Dreams (M)

What started as innocent phone sex hotline stuff (if that can ever really be innocent?), you get an offer you just can't refuse...you just have to be a little sleep deprived ;) (Chenle as Freddy Kruger Halloween thing lol)

Irrevocably (M) Series Masterlist

You were friends with benefits with Chenle until he got a girlfriend...fast forward months later, and now they've broken up--leaving Chenle to come back to you, very much in need of a distraction. (angst/smut/fluff)

Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle AU] Series Masterlist

Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do... (smut)

모래성 (ONE) (TWO) (THREE)

You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison. (smut/angst)

Late Nights (M)

Mark's busy schedule only gives him time to come over late at night, but it's safe to say neither of you are complaining by the time you fall asleep. (fluff/smut)

Empire State of Mind (M) (Feat. Jisung)

Life with Jisung is almost perfect. He loves you, and you love him. But when you run into your ex, Mark Lee, you realize the one thing you've been missing all along is him. (smut/angst)

Lost & Wayward Mini-Masterlist

After the worst couple weeks of your life, you finally break down in the middle of an alleyway. Jaemin hears you and comes to comfort you, and little do you know, he's about to change your life--in more ways than one. (fluff/smut/angst)

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Step Into The Daylight

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Prompt - "Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do anything about it.” “You... What?” &  "I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you"

The sun streaming through the windows did little to fight against the coldness he felt, he knew the room was warm, he knew the cold he felt deep in his bones wasn’t there and yet he couldn’t fight the shivers that wracked his body. It didn’t matter that he could see the small room his brother’s had shown him to once they landed on the planet, in his mind he was still there, still in that cold, small cell with no hope of escaping.

He’d been there for so long, long enough that he had lost track of the days. He could have planned an escape, could have made some attempt to leave their torture but what for? There was nothing waiting for him outside of his cell anymore.

Gone was his relationship with his brothers, gone was the easy back and forth banter with Wrecker, gone were the late night talks with Hunter, gone were the days him and Tech would sit together, his brother’s voice filling the silence without expecting anything back from Crosshair, gone was Echo’s steady presence, at his side whenever he needed it.

Gone were you.

Gone were the early mornings when the rest of his brothers were still asleep, only you and Crosshair awake in the cockpit holding a warm cup of caff and filling the space with softly spoken conversation. Gone were the days spent trying to stick by your side, gone were the stolen glances and lingering touches, gone was sneaking away after missions to explore together, gone were the chances he took to watch you smile, gone was the promise he’d tell you how he felt tomorrow.

Crosshair had run out of tomorrow’s a long time ago.

After all he had done, all the pain he had put his brothers through, the pain he had put you through, this was the least he deserved. 

And so when the chance came to make his escape, to leave the pain and the torture behind he hesitated. The cell door was open, it would be so easy to leave and yet he hesitated. 

If the kid hadn’t been there, if her life didn’t depend on him getting her out he knows he would have stayed where he was, he would have rotted in that cell for as long as they decided he was useful alive.

Now he was free and somehow he felt more confined than ever. It wasn’t just because Hunter wouldn’t take his eyes off him, it wasn’t because Wrecker hovered or the fact Omega had seemed to attach herself to him. It didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that you were here, stars above Crosshair couldn’t think of a time he would ever have ignored your presence and yet now he did everything to stay away from you, not able to face you yet.

No, it wasn’t because of you or his brothers that Crosshair felt confined. It was because he didn’t deserve this freedom, in his head he was still in the cold cell, destined to rot away.

Crosshair stood from the floor, unable to lay there any longer. The room had a bed tucked against the wall but Crosshair had only managed about ten minutes of tossing and turning on it before he gave the bed up for the floor, the bed too soft compared to what he had become used to.

Everyone else was still asleep as he made his way outside, no real destination in mind. His feet carried him through side streets until they grew sore and only then did he make his way back, stopping not too far away from where the others were to sit on the sand, the sun shining blindingly on the water. 

He didn’t deserve to be here.

“I used to come here.” A voice interrupted him some time later, a voice he recognised all too well. “It’s quiet, no one ever comes here.”

Crosshair didn’t turn to look at you, he couldn’t bring himself to do it but when you sat next to him it was too much. He went to stand but your hand softly grabbing his stopped him.

“Please stop running away.” You pleaded softly and Crosshair didn’t have to look at you to know your eyes were teary but he did anyway, his heart aching for having made you this way.

“I can’t do this.” He told you quietly, forcing his gaze away from yours and looking back out at the water. 

“I don’t know what happened to you,” You said after a moment's silence and Crosshair balled his hand into a fist, silently begging you to stop talking. “I don’t know what they did to you and you don’t have to tell me but-”

“But nothing.” He spat angrily, glaring at the sea and instantly hating himself for lashing out at you, so he tried again, softer this time. “But nothing. What they did to me was nothing less than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that.” You said, head shaking as you tried to compose yourself.

“It’s the truth, I tried to kill you, kill my brothers…I hurt you all and for what? For the Empire to throw my loyalty in my face.” Crosshair shrugged. 

“For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.” You told Crosshair, looking away from him as you spoke. “It didn’t matter what you did, how far you strayed from us, I never gave up on you.”

“You should have.” He muttered. “Everyone else did, Hunter doesn’t trust me, Wrecker wants to but he knows I’m nothing more than a lost cause.”

“That’s not true. Hunter’s just being Hunter, he needs time to adjust, needs time to figure things out in his head and then he’ll want to talk to you. Yeah you’re both gonna throw out words you don’t mean, maybe a punch or two but after that…it’s Hunter, he’s glad you’re back. As for Wrecker he wants to come to you, you know that as much as I do but he’s scared, he doesn’t want to spook you so he’s waiting for you to make the first move.” You explained, keeping your voice soft, not turning to face Crosshair as he turned to look at you.

“What about you?” He finally asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“I was with Wrecker. I kept my distance and waited to see what your move was. Turns out your move was to avoid everyone.” You laughed and Crosshair felt himself relax a little, the sound one he hadn't heard in so long and it somehow managed to push out some of the cold he felt. “I feel for you, Cross, I do. Stars only know what the Empire did to you but you’re free now, don’t let them win, don’t shut us out.”

“I never wanted anyone to feel bad for me, especially not you.” Crosshair said after a long pause of silence and you laughed again.

“We all feel bad for you, despite everything you’re one of us.” You told him so sincerely that Crosshair felt like he’d been punched in the stomach at the speed his breath was stolen from him.

You turned to face him, a small smile on your face and you hesitated for only a moment before you reached out and took his hand in yours, entwining your fingers together.

“I don’t deserve any of this,” Crosshair forced out and you smiled at him softly. “I don’t deserve you, you should be running away from me, leave me behind and move on.”

“Well, I’m sorry but I fell in love with you, okay?” You told him, watching as his eyes widened in complete disbelief. “It happened and I can’t do anything about it.”

“You…what?” Crosshair choked, for so long he had dreamed of you and him, of a life where you could possibly want him but it was such a far off dream, something that would never become a reality and now you were saying the words he had longed to hear for years.

“You’re stuck with me, Cross, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not running away. You’re it for me, always have been.” You said, laughing as a tear or two managed to slip down your cheek and Crosshair only second guessed himself for a moment before his hand cupped your cheek and he softly brushed the tears away, his thumb caressing your cheek bone.

“I don’t deserve you.” He repeated and you smiled brightly at him. “But I will spend the rest of my life trying.”

“I love you.” You told him again, watching as his eyes became watery and he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, so much.” He choked out and you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the small distance between the two of you, Crosshair not hesitating to meet you in the middle.

Crosshair’s hand on your cheek moved to your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he kissed you, savouring every second of the feeling, something he had longed for and convinced himself he could never have.

Eventually the two of you needed to pull apart for air, breathing heavily but not going far from each other, foreheads together as you both smiled at the other.

For the first time in so long Crosshair didn’t feel a single bit of cold, his body was warm, his heart racing as he held you close. For the first time in a long time Crosshair didn’t feel numb, he didn’t feel pain or fear.

It felt like he was finally off that awful planet, it felt like he had finally left his cold cell behind and stepped into the daylight, able to feel the sun of Pabu for the first time and it was because of you, you were the source of this warmth, this love, this joy, this overwhelming relief that things would be better.

For the first time in a very long time Crosshair felt like things would be okay, he had you, he swore he’d make amends with his brothers, spend the rest of his life making up for everything, spend the rest of his life proving he was worthy of yours and his brother’s love. It felt easier, it felt doable with you at his side once again.

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The Distance We Make (Wrecker x F!Reader)

Summary: When Wrecker's overthinking starts to get in the way of your relationship, he becomes determined to put matters right and show you how much you mean to him.

Word count: 1.9K

Warning: 18+ / MDNI! Smut. Oral (m! receiving). Fingering (f! receiving). Unprotected PiV. Little bit of angst. Established relationship/marriage.

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While balancing a stack of paper bags, you closed the door with a nudge of your hip and managed to wriggle the key into the lock. You muttered encouragements under your breath as you persuaded the mechanism to twist and latch shut. 

“That you, sweetie?” the low tones of your beloved resonated from the kitchen. 

“Yeah, just trying to get these stupid keys out of the door,” you called. The bolt had sealed, but you now had the task of wrestling to remove them, the inner workings stubbornly clinging on. 

Wrecker peeked around the corner into the entry hallway and scooped the bags from your grasp, bundling them away. With your hands unoccupied, you extracted the set of keys from the lock and let them drop into the pot on the sideboard. 

As you arrived in the kitchen, Wrecker was already arranging the groceries into their proper places with precision and care. No matter the task at hand, be it cooking gourmet meals or going fishing, his dedication never failed to amaze you. He was patient and committed, and as if you couldn’t love him more, he carried out everything with the brightest grin you had ever seen. The way his entire face lit up had you beaming, his joy infectious and your life made all the happier for his presence. 

But lately you noted a dim of his light, his smile less genuine and his cheery disposition slipping. You had presumed it resulted from his efforts in helping the island, the summer fish stock needing quick replenish and arduous repairs requiring his strength to fix. Each evening, you would soothe his aches with gentle massages, but once you finished, he would distance himself, sleeping farther from you and intentionally creating more space if you needed to walk by him. Whenever your kisses grew passionate, he’d quietly retreat and snuggle you close instead. Not that you minded, his cuddles were the best, but you sensed him withdrawing from you and had no idea why. 

As you organised the fresh batches of herbs and spices, your fingers skimmed the side of his hand, and his body tensed. 

“Is everything okay?” you questioned, hoping he hadn’t strained a muscle again. “Do you need to sit down? I can finish sorting this out.” 

“I’m fine,” Wrecker replied, but the reassurance didn’t quite reach his voice. 

He offered a faltering smile, the same one he had been showing you for weeks whenever you asked how he was. You saw right through it, and the sickening suspicion that you had somehow hurt him bubbled at the forefront of your mind. 

“If I’ve done anything to make you uncomfortable, I apologise,” you said, pausing in the middle of organising the groceries and focusing your undivided attention on him. 

Wrecker’s gaze rounded to you. Is that what you thought? Had the distance he created made you doubt yourself? No, he couldn’t bear that. He wouldn’t. 

Before he had chance explain himself, you spoke again. 

“I never want to make you feel like that, and I am so sorry if I have.”

Tears trickling and remorse settling into his soul, he brought you close, a protective hand cradling the back of your head and the other arm pressing you to him. “You’ve done nothing wrong, love,” he assured you. “You are perfect as always. I just… find it difficult to do many things that I used to, and there has been a lot of people asking for help lately. I’m not as fit as I once was, and I haven’t been able to do what I promised you. There’s a ton of stuff in the garden that needs fixing, that patch of roof has to be replaced, and I swore to rebuild the shed ages ago. You put in so much effort, and I’ve been letting you down.”

You drew back enough to run your hands up his chest and rest them on his cheeks, fingertips wiping away the tears and gliding over the ridges of his scar. Oh, this kind-hearted man believed he was disappointing you, retracting promises that you hadn’t even considered until he brought them up. How wrong he was. “Wrecker, you are not letting me down. You’ve been occupied with more important things. And just so you know, you are still as handsome, wonderful, and dedicated as the day we first met, and…” You swallowed the grief. You knew of Wrecker’s accelerated ageing, noticed it more over the years, but your love for him never diminished. “That will never change. We’ve always known that eventually, you wouldn’t be able to sprint about and lift stuff as you did before. I love you, every day, whatever it brings.” 

“I love you too,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours before bridging the gap. “Love you always. Forever.” 

Your breath hitched as he roused his kisses, fierce and ardent, and resolved to be closer to you. You clung to his shirt, driven by your desire to absorb his warmth and bask in it until the stars ceased to shine. 

“Come with me,” he invited, guiding you across the corridor and into the bedroom of your cosy, shared bungalow. A gift from Shep to celebrate your union a few years ago, the place had become the sanctuary of your most treasured memories. 

Wrecker’s touch was always tender when it came to you. A skim of his fingertips on your waist, a light graze of thumbs on your jawline as he cradled his love and his life within the confines of hands calloused from hard work. 

When the back of his legs reached the end of the bed, you coaxed him to sit, giving him a moment to realise what you were doing as you encouraged him to remove his trousers and underwear before kneeling. His cock pressed against his abdomen, already producing precum and all but pleading for your attention. You inched closer. 

“Sweet pea,” he breathed, “you don’t have to…”

You kissed his thigh and rested your cheek on the hair-dusted skin, gazing up at him with all the reverence in the galaxy in your eyes. “What if I want to?” you whispered. “What if I want to make the man I adore feel good?” 

The lust-blown stare he directed towards you couldn’t have grown wider if he tried, and as your fingers explored his inner thigh, you attentively watched for any indications of discomfort. 

“Won’t keep my girl from what she wants,” Wrecker said and scooted closer to the edge of the bed for you. 

You continued your trail of kisses, lavishing care onto every stretch mark, and scar, and wound he had sustained, until you reached the one place that waited so patiently for your touch. Normally, you would have teased him, kissing and licking while he let out the most delicious rumbles, but you wanted to shower him in your love.

You sucked on the head of his cock before taking him into your mouth. A smothered moan shot from his parted lips and he bunched the bedding into his fists. You loved this, loved him, loved seeing him unravel inch by inch at a feeling only you provided. 

The way he rocked into you, craving more but refusing to take it without your permission, had your core aching. Ever the gentleman, even in moments of intense passion. 

You descended a little more before hollowing your cheeks to suck back up and lap the pearly beads at the tip, tasting him on your tongue. “You know I love every part of you, don’t you?” you murmured, punctuating your words with soft kisses to his warm cock. “I admire the thighs that carry you. I adore the smile that never fails to reassure me and the laughter that fills me with warmth. Love the embrace of those strong arms and resting my head on your tummy when I need a moment of quiet.”

As you spoke, your hands made their way up to his midriff, and you helped him in removing his shirt. 

Blissed out and blinking slowly, he welcomed you onto the bed, rearranging your positions until you were underneath him and snuggling you against the soft pillows. He took his time undressing you, planting wet-mouthed kisses as he went. While he ascended your exposed body, his erection pressed against your thigh. When you attempted to wrap your legs around him, he halted your movements and silently requested that you keep them open for him. 

His fingers explored and meandered, drawing circles on your sopping entrance, before he inserted one finger, gradually followed by a second. He swallowed your moans with his kisses and nibbled on your lower lip, delighting in the soft whimpers he elicited from you. You clenched his digits as he curled them and rubbed the sensitive spot that had you lifting your hips. 

“Someone’s impatient,” Wrecker chuckled. 

“Just… fuck…” you managed. You nails grazed his shoulder, and you gulped. “Please. Need you.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” He withdrew his fingers and substituted them with the tip of his cock. For the first initial thrusts, he eased little by little before pulling out again, letting you get used to the stretch before pushing in as far as you could allow. He was conscious of his size and had no intention whatsoever of hurting you. Despite your persistent begging and attempts to entice him, he took his sweet time, driving you wild with every touch to your curves and each delicate, tempting kiss. 

“You… you’re amazing,” he groaned, finding his rhythm and squeezing your thigh, finally permitting you to tighten your legs around his hips. 

As he closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation of you, you caressed his cheeks, nose to nose, and holding him steady. He had a way of making you feel divine, whether it was through his comforting presence and uplifting words during your most difficult moments or while buried inside you. This man had literally bouldered into your life and flooded it with an immeasurable amount of happiness. 

“Don’t stop,” you babbled as he ground down. “So good.” 

His lips discovered the connection between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling before he gently bit down at the spot he knew would have you mewling. It had the desired effect, and as the sensation travelled straight to your core, your hips instinctively arched to meet his. 

“Got ya,” he breathed in a mischievous chuckle. 

“Wrecker,” you whimpered. “I’m gonna…”

Urging you on, he sowed a trail of kisses down to your breasts, where he licked and sucked on your hardened nipple. The internal pressure ignited and surged, and you gripped onto him as though he was the sole lifeline tethering you to the galaxy, the waves of your orgasm cresting and coursing through your body. He continued thrusting, hitting his climax seconds after you, forehead against yours and a smile forming as that dreamy glow overtook you both. 

His gaze hovered on your connected bodies as he caught his breath, where his release had begun to seep out of you and onto the sheets. It was difficult for him to fully grasp that you were still there, giving him the opportunity to bask in this profound pleasure.

You guided his attention to you. “Please don’t distance yourself from me,” you said. “You could never be a disappointment. I only want to be here for you.”

“I won’t,” Wrecker said, sealing his promise with a kiss and lazily pulling out. He knew it would be a good idea to clean up, but he decided to leave that task for his future self. Instead, he flopped onto his back and coaxed you to snuggle on his chest, sweat cooling and bodies still a little heated. “I want to be here for you too. And I will do whatever you need me to.” 

You lifted yourself to give him a peck on the cheek. “Keep being the wonderful man I love. That’s all I need.” 

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A Goodbye to The Bad Batch

I don’t even know what to say first. Because this is goodbye, but it is also everything but. But I suppose I should start at the beginning.

Just a couple of years ago I found my love for Star Wars. My entire life, as far back as I can remember, my dad has tried to get me into the fandom. Now, he’s not a fan the exact same way some of us are, he’d only watched the saga and the Mandalorian, funnily enough I was the one to introduce him to The Clone Wars and beyond, but it’s been a joy in his life for a very long time. I was never interested in it when I was little, but then I got a little older and Star Wars started to capture my interest.

One random weekend, I believe in 2021 or 2022, I decided that I was going to watch all nine saga movies in those forty-eight hours, and then start on my goal to watch every show and the additional movies.

This is, without a shred of doubt, one of the greatest decisions I have ever made, and one that I will never regret. I would not be the person I am had I not given Star Wars a chance.

It would sound ridiculous to anyone anywhere else, but this has become such a safe place for me that I know I can be honest.

Everyone finds that one thing that makes them happy like nothing else. A person, a hobby, a place, a fandom. Mine is the galaxy far, far away that lets me escape from my life whenever I need to.

The Star Wars fandom has its faults, and there is so much hatred.

But more than anything, there is love like no love I have ever experienced before. The love between fans and our love for these movies and shows is something I never expected to have in my life. But somehow, for some reason, it has all found a permanent place in my heart, and I couldn’t be happier.

At this time, the first season of The Bad Batch had just been released. I was branching out, watching The Clone Wars and then jumping to The Book of Boba Fett, though I’m not sure why I chose to watch everything in such a completely random order.

But then I started The Bad Batch.

I had no idea what Crosshair, Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, Echo, and Omega would come to mean to me.

I have dealt with a lot in the last few years. Nothing compared to others, but depression finds a way to wedge into your life. I love to be alone, but I don’t like to be lonely, and I have managed to isolate myself to a point of misery.

I found more comfort in The Bad Batch than anything else in my life, and I will never forget the joy The Bad Batch brought me in these last few years.

I began to write when I found Star Wars, and I was inspired to do so by The Bad Batch. Before, I had never felt so compelled by any one piece of media to add my own part of it to the world, until this. Writing has become another escape, one that gives me an outlet to continue the stories of characters left behind.

What I already knew has been reaffirmed, the lessons I have learned remain with me, and will even after this is over.

That it’s okay to feel afraid, because everyone does, and to make mistakes, provided you learn from them.

That feeling out of place for one reason or another does not make you unworthy of love, and having limitations with affection isn’t something you need to apologize for.

That being goofy, having fun, finding joy in the dark places, is just as vital a part of life as anything else, if not what we need more than anything.

That taking time for yourself, to make sure you don’t fall apart, even while taking care of others, is important.

That our worst moments can be one of two things, what consumes us, or what we grow from.

That being a young woman is not a detriment to your worth, intelligence, talent, or any other aspect of life, but is in fact what makes you strongest.

That what makes us unique and our faults are a part of who we are, but they do not define us, and we are so much more than the ideas people have of us.

My only regret is not making friends when I had the chance. I’m bad at that, opening up and putting myself out there, and I shy away from talking to new people because it makes me uncomfortable. But I wish I had been able to put that aside before it was too late and found people who love The Bad Batch the way I do to continue talking to, even after the show ends.

But to all the people who have supported me and who I have supported, thank you for being part of my Bad Batch experience.

It's very difficult to believe that this is it.

Though The Bad Batch has not been around long, it feels like it has, because as long as I have been watching Star Wars, The Bad Batch has been in its active run, and I’m so grateful I got to be here when it was.

I know that even when the credits roll for the final time, when the greater fandom forgets the show that they never really understood the way we have, I’ll be here, and hopefully, so will all of you. I think that the family brought together by The Bad Batch will endure, even if we go quiet for a while.

We’ll stick around, for the day the Batch comes back. Because I know they will.

Thank you Clone Force 99, the Bad Batch fandom, Dee Bradley Baker, Michelle Ang, the Kiners, and everybody who played a part in telling this story.

The impact The Bad Batch has had on my life has been profound, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything. It’s been a wild ride, and I have enjoyed every second of it. It has been a privilege to be a part of this piece in the ever growing history that makes up Star Wars.

Goodbye, Bad Batch. Until next time.

“Change takes getting used to. You’ll see. Just give it time.”

[photogirl894]

“Do not go far from me.”/”I won’t.” With a protective/ jealous Wrecker ❤️

Aw, my dear Wrecker! 😊 Hope this is to your liking, anon!

"A Change in Price"

1. “Do not go far from me.”/”I won’t.”

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

***

It was just another mission to get more intel for Cid, but somehow, you and the Bad Batch always managed to deal with the shadiest of people. Cid certainly kept questionable company, but that wasn't surprising.

You, Wrecker and Hunter were walking into a seedy bar on another planet to meet with a client while Tech, Echo and Omega were stationed outside in case things went south. You didn't like the unsavory way a lot of the men in the bar were staring at you...and neither did Wrecker.

Seeing how uncomfortable you looked, his arm came protectively around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to him. "I've got you, don't worry," he reassured you. .

You inched a little closer to him and pleaded quietly, "Do not go far from me."

With a comforting squeeze, he promised you, "I won't."

Normally, you did okay on missions on your own, but something about this place gave you a really bad feeling.

Finally, you guys found the client: a Zabrak male who was sitting at a booth cleaning his blaster.

"We're here for Cid's intel," Hunter said straightforwardly to the Zabrak. Then he signaled with his head to Wrecker to give the client the money he was owed.

Wrecker lifted the case he had in his other hand, removed his arm from your shoulders and opened it up, revealing the vast amount of credits inside. Then he set the case on the table and slid it towards the client.

The Zabrak eyed the case for a moment before taking a data disc. However, instead of handing it to Hunter, he held it back and stated, "Actually...there's been a change in the price for this information."

"What?" Hunter asked, taken aback.

The man leaned forward, a malicious grin on his face...as he turned his sights on you. "I want the money...and the girl."

Wrecker's arm immediately shot out and moved you behind him as he glared threateningly at the client.

"She's not part of the deal," said Hunter, his own tone growing darker.

"That's my price," said the Zabrak. "No girl, then no intel. Take it or leave it."

Hunter tried working a way around this deal in his head. They needed this intel for Cid or else she wouldn't give them the money they needed for more supplies, which they were dangerously low on, but there was no way he was giving you to this man. He would never do that in a million years. But what could they do? If they started a fight, then the whole bar would get involved and he wanted to be as discreet about this as possible. They could pretend to give you away, but that could potentially break your trust in them and he wouldn't do that to you either. Maybe they could--

"You can take your deal and shove it where the sun don't shine."

Both you and Hunter heard Wrecker's declaration and, to both your shock and Hunter's, Wrecker had taken one step forward and thrown a hard punch in the Zabrak's face before the guy could even react. The client slumped over on the table, unconscious.

You quickly jumped forward and pulled the data disc out of the Zabrak's hand while Hunter just looked to Wrecker, his disbelief apparent even with his helmet on.

"What? He deserved it," Wrecker justified. "No one threatens our girl like that."

Hunter just shook his head and, since the guy was out cold, decided he didn't really need the money, so the Sergeant picked the case back up and told you and Wrecker that it was time to go.

Before you went after Hunter, you took Wrecker's hand and told him, "Thank you for that, Wrecker."

He smiled. "How was I supposed to keep my promise to not go far from you if you get taken away?" he asked. Then he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "No one's ever gonna take you away from me. I've always got you."

In that moment, you'd never felt safer or more loved.

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[dreamswithghosts]

Bad Batch x One Bed Trope

Prompt: You and the Bad Batch were on a mission and things went differently than planned. You and [Insert Desired Clone] got separated from the rest of the batch. You were told that they had escaped off-world and would return in one rotation to come and get you two. So you two find a motel to camp up in. Tired from the mission you accept the first room that was available and the cheapest. You two go to the room only to discover that there is only one bed. How will this pan out with the two of you have been pining for each other but not realizing it?

Notes: This is Gender Neutral friendly!

Hunter

Both of you just stand by the door shocked for a moment, taking in the room. 

"I can sleep on the floor if you want." Hunter offered first, throwing his bag down on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

You instantly shake your head not wanting the higher-ranking sergeant to be sleeping on the floor, "No, I can't let you do that. I can sleep on the floor." 

"Don't worry about me, I've slept in worse places." Hunter was not budging. 

You had to come up with a compromise realizing he was going to be stubborn about this. You quickly realize that no matter what, you will be sleeping on the bed. 

But what if it wasn't just you in the bed? 

"Well, the bed is quite big. What if we both sleep in the bed?" 

Hunter looks genuinely surprised, but reluctantly agrees that was probably the best solution. 

Both of you get ready to go to sleep crawling into bed and keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

When the lights go out, your anxieties from today's mission start to grow in your mind. 

It doesn't take Hunter long to realize you are nowhere near falling to falling asleep.

"What's wrong?" His voice is quiet as if he had found you after one of your nightmares and the two of you were trying to keep quiet to not wake the others. 

"Do you think the others are okay?" 

"They should be fine."

The two of you talk quietly to each other about the mission and what is to come next. Quietly talking into the late hours of the night about anything and everything. 

His voice slowly calms your nerves and you start finding yourself relaxing. 

After a moment, Hunter spoke softly again, “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

Hunter reached out into the darkness for you without any more words and quietly pulled you closer to him. 

You were surprised at first, but you trust him enough to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to his body. 

“I’ve wanted to do this since we first met you.” He buried his nose into the nape of your neck, his arms wrapped around your torso as your legs tangled with his. 

You smile into the night, finding his hands and entwining his fingers with yours. You pressed yourself back up against him, “Me too.”

You were quick to fall asleep in his arms, Hunter falling asleep just as fast, holding onto you. 

Wrecker

"Oh, this could be fun!"

You are stunned by Wrecker's excitement that there is only one bed in this room, "What?"

"This can be like one of those sleepovers you told me about! We could stay up late and eat snacks and watch movies!"

He somehow made you laugh and feel a bit better about the whole experience. He was moving around the room excitedly putting all the gear away. 

"I'll go get some snacks! You stay here and start picking out a movie." 

"Be careful, please. They might still be out looking for us." You voiced your concern, considering you two just got finished with a mission. 

He just gave you a dazzling smile, telling you he would be fine. 

You got ready for bed, staying to one side respectfully looking through the movies to watch. 

Wrecker returned quickly, his arms full of all kinds of different foods.

He practically jumped on the bed, the frame groaning from his weight making you laugh. 

"What do you want to watch?" You asked him as he settled himself in the bed, laying out all of the snacks he managed to get. 

"Something fun." 

You nodded, eventually picking out a movie for the two of you to watch and grabbing from Wrecker's food pile to snack on your own.

Not long into the movie, you felt Wrecker's strong hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

You weren't surprised at the physical affection, Wrecker being the one to show that type of affection the most. 

You relaxed into his lap, your head resting back on his shoulder. 

His warmth quickly pulled you to sleep, with Wrecker turning the movie off and wrapping his arms around you, and falling asleep with you.

Tech

You were stunned when you saw only one bed in the room. 

Tech took a moment looking between the bed and his holo pad. 

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He stated, moving to put down everything the two of you had. 

“Do you think one of us should sleep on the floor?”

Tech paused what he was doing looking at the bed, “I don’t think that is necessary. The bed is plenty big for the both of us to have our own respective space.” 

You were honestly surprised he was so calm about the entire thing, watching him go back to putting away and organizing your and his things. 

"You don't have a problem with sleeping in the same bed with me?" 

"Why would I?" 

You had no more words for him and decided that this was okay. So you got ready for bed, settling yourself in with your own holo pad. 

Tech joined you not long, the both of you staying in silence with your own devices.

"Hey look at this," Tech said after a moment, leaning over to show you what was on his device. 

You found yourself smiling and scooting closer to Tech in the bed, "That actually reminds me of something." 

You show him something on your holo pad and before you know it the two of you are quietly sharing information with each other. 

Throughout the conversation of showing each other things from your devices, you realized the two of you got close enough in bed where his shoulder was pressed up to yours. 

Deciding to make a small leap of faith, you laid your head on his shoulder. Tech was unphased, still currently showing you what had interested him on his holo pad.

You don't know when, but you fell asleep like this, with your head on his shoulder. 

You woke up hours later to discover that Tech had fallen asleep as well. His arms wrapped around you with his cheek resting on top of your head. 

His holo pad was squished between the two of you. 

You smile feeling completely warm and comfortable, minus the hard device digging into your skin.

You carefully pull it out from between the two of you, laying his holo pad on the bed next to your own. 

You happily cuddled up closer to Tech, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek against his chest.

Echo

Both of you pause for a moment, staring at the room with only one bed. 

"I guess we can both sleep in it or would you rather I sleep on the floor?" Echo spoke after a while, "I don't mind. I've slept in worse places." 

You shook your head instantly saying no to Echo sleeping on the floor. He had already been through so much, the idea of him sleeping on the cold hard floor did not sit well with you. 

"We can sleep together. The bed is big enough." You offered. 

"Are you sure?" Your comfort was obviously the main concern for you. 

"Yeah. I'm fine." You assured him.

The two of you settle into the bed, keeping a respectful distance between the two of you. 

Echo ends up finding the holo drama the two of you have been watching when you got some downtime. The two of you decide to watch at least one episode. 

“Oh come on. This is a classic trope. Watch, because she’s now in the hospital, he is suddenly going to tell her his feelings about her.”

“Actually I think he’s going to try to tell her, but then feel guilty because she’s hurt. So he decides against telling her. Especially if there are family members in the room.” 

You ended up being right, the both of you softly laughing over the whole thing. 

You started to feel cold, wrapping the blanket around you and starting to shiver, and Echo noticed.

“Are you cold?” He sounds concerned. You shake your head no, but then your body betrays you and starts to shiver. 

Echo reaches over, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you to him. His legs are surprisingly warm, the machinery of his legs under covers staying warm compared to when you’ve felt them out on a mission and they were cold. 

“You’re like a heater.” You muttered instantly curling up against him seeking out his warmth.

“Yeah. It surprised me too. My guess is when I’m covered, the airflow seems to get circulated less thus heat. Almost like if you leave a computer on while running a program that's intensive on the CPU.”

“I guess that makes sense. Have you ever overheated?”

Echo shook his head no. 

The two of you focused back on the holo drama you were watching. Once the first episode was over, Echo asked if you wanted to watch another. 

You fell asleep curled up against Echo’s side with your head on his shoulder watching the second episode. Echo was quick to follow suit with his arms wrapped around you.

Crosshair

“Well I guess you are going to be sleeping on the floor,” Crosshair teased the second he saw that there was only one bed in the room. 

“What? No! You are the one who’s going to sleep on the floor.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed.” 

“No, I’m going to be sleeping in the bed!”

“Well, I guess we will have to sleep together then,” Crosshair smirked, putting his things away first and then moving to help you, by just taking your things. 

“Fine.” You huffed already tired from the mission today. You would rather have fewer arguments, “Just don’t get handsy with me. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Been around more than you have.” 

“Oh, and that makes you a better person?”

Crosshair just snorts in response. He starts getting ready for bed and you decide to follow his lead. 

The two of you get into the bed, keeping a fair distance between each other. 

“Well, goodnight then.” you sigh and turn off the lights, settling yourself in under the covers. You just hear a small grunt from Crosshair.

It takes you a little to fall asleep, but you eventually do. It was a lot faster than normal considering the fact you had another person in the bed with you. 

In the middle of the night, you wake up feeling a lot warmer. Actually, you feel really warm. 

Throughout the night, Crosshair had inched his way over to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. He held onto you like you were a lifeline in his sleep. 

You found yourself smiling and slowly wrapping your arms around him as well, feeling very comfortable with him here like this with you. You quickly fall back asleep, hugging him to your chest.

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hi! I've read a couple of your fics and guidelines for requesting and I'd like to give it a go. Can I get a Tech x reader who's a friend of Phee (canon divergence where He lives) where he falls in love with reader and spends time relaxing on Pabu. Hope you have a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for you! 😁

Falling Swiftly

Tech x Reader

Summary- Being a friend of Phee's, you meet The Bad Batch. Tech catches your eye, and you eventually get to live out your dream with him on Pabu.

A/N- *slowly slides in*.....So its been almost three months since I've posted.... SORRY! Better late then never? Either way, it's here now!! I hope you enjoy, TYSM for requesting!!! I went a little crazy at the beginning, sad to happy is MY FAV! The timeline is slightly exaggerated.

Word Count- 1,622

Tech. CT-9902. Brown Eyes.

You had first heard of the name when your friend Phee had sent you a Holo message. One that explained she ran into a group called 'The Bad Batch,' that they would be returning to the island with her.

You were ecstatic that your long-distance friend would be returning to Pabu. It had been weeks since you had seen her, you needed to catch up.

She always told you about the trifling adventures she went on, she was the thrill seeker of the friendship. You were content living vicariously through her.

Though, her bringing in a new 'batch' of people? Mild concern flowed through you, but you trusted Phee's judgement. Even if she had barely escaped death many times.... Okay, maybe you didn't trust her completely.

When word spread through the island that a ship was inbound, you knew it was her. Pabu didn't get many visitors.

You eagerly awaited her at the top of the island, a safe distance from the landing pad. You were practically bouncing on your heels with excitement.

"Phee!" You exclaimed as soon as you saw her exit the ship. She laughed and walked over with open arms.

A warm hug was exchanged, but cut short as the rest of 'The Bad Batch' walked down the ramp.

A small girl and three men, who vaguely resembled clones, appeared.

Your eyes immediately landed on the quirky looking man. He wore glasses, shaded yellow, and had his head down to look at his Holo pad. He somehow managed to not trip or run into anyone. This slightly impressed you.

"This is Pabu. My home away from home!" She announced to the group.

"And this, is my dear friend." She shared your name to the group while you awkwardly waved.

The tension was eased as soon as the young girl, ran up to you.

"That's such a pretty name, I'm Omega!" She radiated energy, her kindness was contagious. "Thank you. It's really nice to meet you, Omega."

Pleasantries were cut short as Phee continued her tour. You trailed along with them, mostly keeping quiet.

You always noticed how people tuned you out, almost forgetting you were there. It was something you were used to, so why change? You were talkative to the people you were comfortable with, wasn't that enough?

Somehow you didn't feel that way with, who you learnt was, Tech. Sure, his eyes were glued to his pad most of the time- but the few days you spent with him felt different.

When traveling around the island with everyone, Tech didn't let you trail behind. He always kept up with your pace. Only a few words were exchanged alone, but he always made you feel... human. He didn't let you be forgotten.

It shocked you when he knocked on your door, asking to go on a walk. You could faintly hear Omega and Wrecker snickering behind a bush.

Fighting your surprise, you accepted.

From there, the two of you spent hours upon hours together.

The smile on your face would only grown when he started ranting about his current interest. His vast knowledge amused you.

When he recounted tales of him and "The Bad Batch's" adventures, you felt like you were really there. Not to mention some of the recordings he had showed you.

One night, the two of you had found yourselves by the sand. The sound of the water splashing up made you sleepy.

With your arms crossed under your head, you laid flat. Tech, who was next to you, sat bent over. Of course- his Holo pad was between his hands.

"Did you know some beaches glow?" He started, eyes still down.

"Hmm? Really?" You asked, shifting your attention to him.

"Well-" He pushed his goggles up. "They are not technically glowing. The bright light is caused by ostracod crustaceans, which are bioluminescent organisms."

You closed your eyes, listening to him rant on about different sea life that illuminated light.

Your smile soon dropped, sadness overtaking you. A wave of emotions hit, you remembered all too well that he was leaving in the morning... You understood he had to save his old friend, Crosshair. Though, it didn't hurt any less.

Desperately, you tried to conceal your pain. Only a sniffle escaped.

Tech, oh so observant, Tech. "What is wrong?" He set his Holo pad down, eyes locked on you.

He cared about you so much... You squeezed your eyes shut and shuffled to a sit. You could barely respond, your tears overtaking you. "You're leaving..." At that, you shoved your face in your hands.

You didn't notice that Tech had moved closer until his hands gently pulled at your wrist. "I'll be back." He insisted, trying to see your face.

"Tech, I'm worried for you. What if something happens?" You stared at him, an argumentative tone present.

With an unintentional scoff, he spoke. "I have been on many improbable missions. If I thought this one was impossible, I wouldn't be going."

You sat there, wrist still in his grasp. "You don't understand.." Your eyes filled again.

It's true Tech was not one for emotions, or picking up on tension. It was difficulty for him to process others feelings.

"I know. Please... Help me understand."

You just sobbed, he pulled you tight against his chest. You could feel his heart beating, it was fast like yours.

He kissed the top of your head, at a loss for words. Eventually, a hand fell down to rest on your back. He slightly rubbed it every so often.

That was all you remembered of that night. It had been days after, no one knew when they would be coming back. If they were coming back. It was a no contact mission, the risk was too high.

Your mind was filled with thought of him. Sure, he was gone, but he seemed so vivid in your memory.

He was genuine. You knew he wasn't lying when he pushed your hair back and complimented your eyes.

You knew he wasn't lying when he held your hand softly and told you how he yearned to stay with you.

You knew he wasn't lying when the two of you picked flowers and promised a future together.

Who knew that future would be at such a high stake? Was your Tech going to come back alive?

It had been a painful two weeks. Each day without him was a stab to your heart.

What had stressed your out most, was seeing their ship fly in... It was about to be reality. Was he alive? Dead?

You anxiously shifted on your heels at the top of the island, not unlike the first day you met Tech.

Hunter was the first off the ship, next was the man you assumed to be Crosshair.

"Hunter! Is he-" You would later feel bad for not welcoming Hunter back as well, but he'd understand.

Your question was answered as soon as you saw him pace out the ship. For once in his life, he wasn't holding his Holo Pad.

As you would later learn from Hunter, Tech had never been this eager to land the ship...

"Tech!" You ran up, meeting him. A slight jump had you wrapping your arms around his neck. His own hands joining on your lower back.

All you could do was bury your face in his neck and whisper thanks to the Maker.

Your arms only relaxed when you felt kisses on the top of your head. "Oh, Tech. I missed you more than words can describe." You said, pulling slightly away to look into his eyes.

"I think I understand." He said looking down at you. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, confused. Then it hit you- the beach.

With a sob, your grip tightened again as you held him.

A slight pang hit your chest when remembering that moment, it quickly went away. You were completely content with Tech, living out your days on Pabu.

The memory did, however, make you want to see your husband. Getting up from your chair in the kitchen, you headed out to your somewhat of a shed. Tech mostly worked in there, tools and projects that helped Pabu.

You gave a quick knock on the wooden door to let him know you were there, but you assumed he already knew by him calling you name.

A mischievous grin came across your face when you realized he had taken his sleeved shirt off and tied it around his waist. The Pabu heat was no joke in the summer.

"What ya working on?" You queried, leaning over him. Your chin rested on his sweaty shoulder.

"Experimenting on an echolocation device to persuade fish towards the fishermen's ships." He explained briefly for you, head still down working at a handheld device.

When you didn't move nor respond, he shuffled to look at you. "Did something happen?"

His eyes absentmindedly scanned you for any physical injury. Deep down, Tech was still a soldier.

"No, just thinking about you." You smiled at him, just wanting to spend time with him.

He understood well enough and moved to pull a chair up by the table. "Here, you can watch." His words seemed off putting, but you knew that's just how he was. That it was his way of showing he cared and also wanted your presence.

So, you sat and listened to him rant about the technological side of his piece, and that the last step was to make it bolt to the base of the fishing boats.

You couldn't offer many ideas or solutions, but Tech being able to talk out the project helped him tweak his wires. He always worked better with you next to him...

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! This is BARELY proof read, sorry! I just wanted to get something out for you guys!!! Please let me know of any constructive criticism!

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss @dangraccoon

[ghostofskywalker]

Since you want some star wars requests could I please request something with my baby girl echo????

I don't mind what it's about other than it being really fluffy and maybe Omega being included (she deserves the world)

thanks for sending this!! i hope it's fluffy enough for you :)

words: 554

summary: when echo falls asleep, his armor gets re-designed.

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It was hard to hold in your laughter as Echo stepped back into the cockpit of the Marauder, and you felt a little bit bad for how long it took you to calm down enough to speak. You had elected to stay inside and watch the ship while the others got some fresh air. They acted like you had done them a huge favor, but in your book, this was just as relaxing. “Did you have fun with Omega?” you asked as you put the book you were reading down. “Because it sure looks like she had a good time.” 

Echo rubbed his eyes and yawned as he shot you a confused look, and your face lit up once more when you realized that he had no idea what had just been done. 

Every free inch of his armor was now covered in colorful doodles, with some even glittering in the lights of the ship, and Omega’s name was carefully printed along the bottom of his chestplate, the signature making sure there was no confusion when it came to deciphering who had created this glorious masterpiece. 

When Hunter and Tech had returned from the Ord Mantell market with some art supplies last week, Omega’s face had lit up, and she was especially drawn to the simple palette of paints that her brothers had purchased. You had guessed that she wanted to make something to hang up in her room, but it seemed that at least part of that excitement was based in a mischievous desire to prank her brothers. 

“What are you talking about?” Echo said, and you were shocked that he somehow managed to make it all the way back from where he had been peacefully napping outside without once looking down at his armor. “Omega was over with Hunter and Wrecker.” 

“Are you sure, cyare?” you asked, still unable to hide the smile that crossed your face at his new armor embellishments. You gestured at his body when he still didn’t seem to get what you were implying, and you watched as the realization dawned on him. 

And much to your surprise, he began laughing too. “I think this belongs in some kind of museum,” he said, looking fondly down at the clouds, rainbows, and tooka doodles that decorated his plastoid. “But I don’t know if this is going to be the best choice if we end up in battle.” 

You nodded in agreement. “Don’t we have some extra armor in the hold of the ship?” you asked. “You might not have to wash this off.” 

Echo paused for a moment to think, and his face lit up when he remembered that you were right. “Good,” he said. “I don’t plan on erasing any of this.” 

He walked off towards the back of the ship, and you peeked out at the field where the ship had been parked. It seems that Tech was the next victim of Omega’s guerrilla artistry, as he snoozed against the trunk of a tree, and she had already started doodling on his arm braces.  

The galaxy might still be at war, and your lives might still be in danger for every second you disobeyed the Empire’s wishes, but during moments like these, you couldn’t help but feel like things would be okay eventually. They had to be.

- the end -

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[yunggoblin]

Hello!! I just read "A Not So Silent Night" and omg so hot. I love jealous Hunter and cocky Crosshair. If you're interested, could we get a little Hunter/Reader/Crosshair sandwich with some competitive vibes?

(and if you like, maybe some Hunter/Crosshair sprinkled in too? Reader's gotta make sure they aren't *actually* fighting, after all.)

Double Affection - Hunter and Crosshair (18+)

Pairing: Hunter x Female!Reader x Crosshair // Hunter x Crosshair

Summary: It's not easy sharing two dominate brothers but you somehow manage.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cussing, Shower!Sex, Anal, Clonecest, PiV, Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,823K

Note: I did reach out to this anon and they requested it to be Fem!Reader.

The lukewarm water sprayed down your achy back as you leaned forward, your forehead pressed against the cool shower wall. Your hair was soaked, sticking to your damp skin as the water continued to run down your tense muscles sliding down your spine.

Today was anything but easy. The Marauder decided to act up in the worst possible time, making you and the clones stranded on some Maker awful back waters planet, stranded. While Tech and Echo fixed the ship Hunter did rations check while Wrecker and Omega goofed off in a nearby field. You wanted to join them and relax but Crosshair had different plans for you.

Target practice.

You’d groan not liking the idea but knowing you needed the practice and Crosshair was an excellent teacher. Sometimes too excellent. One shot after another you’d improve only to slowly get tired as the recoil of the blaster made your shoulder ache. The blaster having a bit of a kick fire, digging into your soft flesh, you haven’t built up a callus which caused you to whine and whimper after each shot.

“Again.” Crosshair’s voice spoke and you compiled, anything to make him proud.

Leaning away from the wall the water ran down your frontside making you hiss loudly as the slightest pressure of water hit the large bruise forming on your shoulder. Looking down at it your eyes gazed over your discoloration skin, turning into a dark bluish purple from the butt of the blaster.

“Kriff.” You sighed.

Hunter wasn’t going to like this.

Just like that there was a soft knock on the door, whooshing open and close bringing a cool air rolling into the steamy fresher. “Mesh’la?” Hunter's voice rang out softly, calling for you.

Kriff.

Your tongue swiped over your wet lips before you answered. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?” You could hear him take a step closer to the shower. “When you came back after shooting practice you seemed… quite and bit distanced.” Hunter trailed off. “Did he do something?”

You couldn’t help but to let out a soft laugh at Hunter’s overprotectiveness towards you, but you knew he wasn’t going to be happy at the new and large bruise you had. “No Hunter, Crosshair didn’t do anything to me. You should know he wouldn’t.”

“I know, I just had to make sure.” No words were spoken for a few seconds, the only sound was the water falling on the floor and down the drain as you kept soaking your body under the waterfall.

“So, you’re okay?” Hunter asked once more to reassure.

“Just a little sore.” You spoke truthfully, you weren’t lying but you didn’t want him to worry.

“Would you like me to join you and give you a massage?” You could hear Hunter shuffling his feet in a shy manner.

“I’d love a massage.” You broke out into a smile hearing Hunter quickly fumble over his clothes, getting naked. You knew he was going to see the bruise sometime so might as well have him see it now before it got even worse.

Feeling the cool breeze along your skin made you break out into goosebumps as he pulled back the curtain and stepped inside. He immediately knew something was wrong while your back was still turned to him, not greeting him once he fully stepped in. “Mesh’la?” Hunter’s voice was back to its soft tone, full of curiosity and concern. His hand placed upon your shoulder where the bruise was, his long slender fingers were on top of it as you let out a soft wince. Hunter quickly pulled back his touch and moved his hands upon your waist, forcing you to spin around to look at him. A loud gasp escaped his lips at the sight of the new marking.

“Karking hells, Y/N.” A hard frown settled upon his mouth as he looked at the painful bruise. He raised his hand up, fingers just barely brushing over it making you whine out in pain just by the soft touch. Hunter’s eyebrows knitted together, angry at Crosshair. “Next time I see him, I’m gonna-“

“Gonna what?” A smooth voice behind the curtain question. You didn’t even notice that the door contracted and Crosshair entered.

“Crosshair.” Hunter snarled. “You pushed her too far during practice.” Hunter grabbed the curtain, harshly pulling it back and exposed your naked body to him. Your nipples become stiff as the cool air danced along your chest.

Crosshair’s gaze lingered over your bare chest, admiring your breasts before he got to look at the bruise. “It’s training, how else is she going to learn that the blaster has a bit of a kick to it.” He shrugged nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Doing it a few times is fine, not for two hours straight.” Hunter snarled, he kept track of how long you two were gone for earlier today.

“Would you prefer her to find out about the recoil on the battlefield or during practice?” Crosshair sneered at his brother. The two brothers stared down at each other, glaring and on edge.

“Okay, enough of this you two.” You placed your hand upon Hunter’s wet chest. “I’m fine, Hunter, really I am.” You promised. “Crosshair is just trying to make me better.” Hunter’s shoulder sagged, becoming less tense as you confronted him. “But you.” It was now Crosshair’s turn to be scolded. “You know Hunter is protective of me Cross, don’t be mad at him.”

Crosshair frowned, his eyes softening as he looked over at the large bruise painted on your shoulder and slightly going into your inner armpit where the butt of the blaster was snugged in. “If it hurt so much why didn’t you tell me?” Crosshair sounded sad, hurt that you didn’t inform him about your condition.

“Come here, Cross.” You tilted your head towards the shower, inviting him in. Crosshair didn’t hesitate, stripping himself from his blacks that he put on earlier he tossed them into a small pile and stepped inside, wedging himself behind you and his back against facing the shower head, shielding your body from the water. “M’sorry I didn’t say anything before.” You leaned into Crosshair’s touch, your back pressed up against his chest, lulling your head back over his shoulder you nuzzle your face into his neck. “I just wanted to impress you.”

“You always impress me, cyare.” Crosshair placed his hands upon your waist, pulling you back against him, wanting to feel you closer. His cock nudging against your ass cheeks makes him already hard. “Can I make it up to you?” Crosshair turned his head, facing you as you stared up at him with a smile.

“I think I can think of a few ways.” You giggled, eyes sliding towards Hunter as he watched. “Maybe Hunter here can help too?” You hummed.

Crosshair’s brown eyes looked at Hunter with a bit of a dominate glare and mumbled; “I suppose he can help.”

“Good boy.” You whispered to Crosshair about being a team player.

“What do you have in mind, Mesh’la?” Hunter’s hands came up, cupping your breasts as he massaged them gently.

You arch your back off of Crosshair’s chest, pushing your chest more towards Hunter with a soft hum. “I want you both, at the same time.”

“Are you sure you can handle both of us, love?” Hunter's sweet voice hit your ears while Crosshair growled out his words.

“Of course she can.” Crosshair’s fingers dug into your waist, pushing his hips against yours, grinding his cock into you. “Let’s get you prepared for our cocks first.” Crosshair hummed, his hand dipping in between your legs as he traced his fingertips over your heated sex. “Already wet for me.”

“For us.” Hunter corrected Crosshair with a snarl.

Crosshair rolled his eyes with a huff as he slowly dipped a finger side of your pussy. “Kriff,” you sighed out softly. “Play nice, boys.” You reminded them.

“He started it.” Hunter mumbled, leaning forward as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly lapping his tongue over the sensitive nub, his other hand caressed and cupped the other breast, pinching and tweeting the other nipple.

“Play nice or I’ll just kick you both out of the shower and finish this myself.”

Crosshair pushed another finger inside, pulling out and pumping back in as your moans left your lips and hips meeting his thrusts. “We’ll play fair.” Crosshair nudged his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses up and down your nape and slightly sinking his teeth into you. Your cunt clamped tightly around his fingers as you arched your back once again. “Kriff!” You squealed out at the harsh bite. Your hands flew up into Hunter’s hair gripping and tugging it forcing a groan to escape Hunter throat.

Hunter pulled off your breast with a soft pop. “Easy Crosshair.”

Crosshair pulled his mouth away from your neck, his teeth marks indented into your skin as he smirked at his work of art. “She’s a big girl, she can handle it. Right, sweetheart?” Crosshair’s fingers kept pumping in and out of your soaking pussy, making your walls flutter around his digits, nearly bringing you to your climax.

“I- I can handle it!” You cried out, wanting to prove to your Sargeant you can handle his brother's roughness.

“Told you.” Crosshair smirked, his fingers pulled out of your quivering pussy. “Let's get this ass ready for my cock.” Using the same fingers that were in your cunt, now dripping with your arousal, he pressed them against your tight muscle and slowly pushed inside. You tossed your head back into Crosshair’s shoulder, pushing your hips back against his touch, trying to take all of his fingers at once. “Easy, Y/N.” Crosshair whispered. “Take your time.”

“I want you, I want you both.” You breathlessly moaned, watching Hunter jerk himself off through your half lidded eyes.

“In time love.” Crosshair scissored his fingers in your ass, pushing and pulling his thick digits out of your tight channel. “Few more pumps.” He murmured, once he was satisfied with how stretched you were he slowly pulled his fingers from your ass. “Here we go, love.” You could hear Crosshair jerking himself off from behind you.

Shivering at the feeling of Crosshair’s cock head nudging in between your cheeks, you moaned loudly at the feeling of him splitting you open as he sunk his girth inside of you. “Hmm fuck, so sweet.” Crosshair let out an animalistic growl. Holding you by your waist he slowly pulled you back against him, his cock sinking further inside of you. Once settled in your tightness, Crosshair lets you adjust to his size. His hands ran down your waist to the back of your knees, bending over you slightly.

“C- Cross?” You questioned only to cry out softly as he picked you up, holding you by the back of your knees, his cock angling in a different way than before as he held you up, exposing your pussy to Hunter.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to fuck her?” Crosshair snapped from the new position.

Hunter smirked to see how flustered both of his partners were, stepping forward he placed himself in between your legs, rubbing his dick up and down your slit. “Such a pretty little thing.” Wasting no time, Hunter pushed the tip of his dick past your folds. You sobbed loudly as Hunter stretched you wide while his brother was deep in you from behind.

“Feel full princess?” Crosshair hummed, kissing the back of your head.

“Y- Yes! Please- Please move! I want to come, I need to come!” You didn’t know how it was possible but you were already near your peak just by being full from their cocks deep inside of you and no friction. While Crosshair’s grip was still on the back of your knees, Hunter grabbed ahold of your waist, keeping his balance while you leaned back against Crosshair’s chest.

Both brothers pulled their hips away from you, leaving their tips inside each hold and pushing forward, driving their cocks deep inside of you. “KRIFF!” You screamed. Hunter’s hand flew up and covered your mouth, muffling any sobs, screams and moans from your throat.

“Take it baby, you’re taking us so well.” Hunter cooed, looking down he watched his cock plunge into you, a few moans slipping past his lips.

“Feels good to be stuffed this full, hmm?” Crosshair teased from behind, matching his brother's pace, but he soon decided that his older brother’s thrusts were a bit too slow for his liking. Crosshair soon started to pick up the pace, the loud echoing of skin against skin started to pick up and become louder.

“Easy Crosshair, she’s still sore from your training.” Hunter grunted as his cock pushed inside of you in a caring manner where Crosshair’s cock was already pumping in and out of your tight hole from behind.

“She’s not fragile, Hunter.” Crosshair sneered, teeth gritted as he snapped his hips forward, harshly. “You would know this if you were rough with her and didn’t baby her all the time.” Crosshair groaned as the skin on skin contact erupted throughout the refresher shower.

“Someone has to treat her like a princess and we both know it’s not going to be you.” Hunter snarled right back to his snarky brother. The tip of Hunter’s cock nudged and brushed against your cervix making you sob out a moan.

“Yeah? Well look at how she moans for me fucking this tight ass.” Crosshair hissed, his hand colliding with your cheek making you yelp.

“I’m looking at someone who moans the same way when their ass gets licked.” Hunter didn’t break eye contact with Crosshair who was glaring at Hunter with a shade of red tinted on his cheeks at the confession his brother spoke.

“E- Enough!” You moaned against Hunter’s hand, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away from your mouth. “Stop fighting, please.” You begged. “I’m so close to coming but I can’t focus when you two keep bickering!”

The thrusts didn’t stop and neither did their death glares, their cocks pushing inside of you deeply, pulling out and pushing back inside. “You two need to make up before we come.” You demanded, your breasts bouncing from the force of their thrusts.

Hunter was the first to break the gaze between the two, his eyes softening when looking at you. “M’sorry, baby.” Hunter apologized first.

“If- If you’re really sorry.” You panted, your eyes dropping down to where Hunter was thrusting in and out of you only to look back up at him. “Kiss and make up.” You could feel your orgasm building up, you forced yourself to hold back.

Hunter furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at his brother. “But mesh’la, he started-” Hunter was cut off by Crosshair grabbing his long locks and pulling him closer, sandwiching you between both clones. Crosshair smashed his lips against Hunter’s moaning softly at the harshness.

“Shut up, I want to come.” You heard Crosshair in between the hot kiss they shared. Their thrusts never let up, only snapping their hips harshly against you. You watched as the brothers shared a heated kiss only to have your jaw drop slightly as Crosshair slipped his tongue into Hunter’s mouth, giving him open kisses and fighting for dominance. That slight broke the dam within you. Your walls and muscles clenched around their cocks as you cried out their names.

“I’m coming!” You gripped at Hunter’s shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he moaned into Crosshair’s mouth.

It was Hunter’s turn to climax next, his hot seed burying deep inside of you as he pulled away from the shared kiss with a groan, eyes squeezed shut. Crosshair’s thrusts didn’t let up as his Hunter’s cock was stilled inside of you. “Tell me you want it.” Crosshair growled in your ear.

“I want it, please give it to me giveittome!” You begged, your left hand reaching down to Crosshair’s waist, gripping him and pulling him closer. The contact made Crosshair groan, bottoming out his hips into you as ropes of come filled your ass.

Both clones moaned and panted, trying to catch their breath as they held you tight against them. The shower still going, the water now slightly cold but the refresher was still steaming from your actions. Hunter was the first one to slip his cock from you then Crosshair. “Lets get you cleaned up.” Hunter placed a soft kiss upon your forehead which made you smile. Your jelly like legs nearly gave out on you but Crosshair was quick to hold you up.

A loud knock banged against the door. “You know there are other people on this ship that want to shower too!” Tech’s voice called out.

“Let’s go, I believe I was promised a massage.” You smiled up at Hunter.

Crosshair’s Masterlist

Hunter's Masterlist

[xecutivecucumber]

Executive Cucumber's thoughts on the Bad Batch episode 3×08 (spoilers after the cut)

Forgive me if these thoughts are less coherent than usually, I'm pretty freaking tired atm. Thoughts are as much in order as I can manage.

Firstly, this episode was a much needed, lower emotionally charged break from the last...seven episodes of the season. The thing about stories is that they can't be running at warp 9 the entire time. It will burn your audience out. Heck, I'm at a lower energy, transitiatory part of my long fic. So yeah, this episode didn't cause the emotional damage and stress that the last 7 did, but that's a good thing.

Omega has the neurodivergent ✨️leg jiggle✨️

Poor dear needs a hug and for someone to free the Tantiss clones.

PHEE MY QUEEN

Crosshair's face when Omega says 'liberator of ancient wonders' I love him.

Okay, I know that a lot of people are upset about Phee not being more emotional about Tech. I've got a few thoughts on that. My expectations going into the scene with her was that she wasn't going to be mentioning Tech. So when she did, I was really happy. She doesn't need to bring him up in the conversation, but she does.

So let's dive a little deeper into this. There are only two people who have brought up Tech without any prompting so far: Echo and Phee. Omega only mentions him when it's a direct answer to Crosshair's question. Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker have not mentioned him once by name. Now, I think this is because Echo and Phee have both known loss and know better how to handle it. The rest of the Batch hasn't, before Tech. We have watched practically all of Echo's loss, but not Phee's. However, we know that Pabu is a place for refugees, which Phee likely is. She's lost at least a home, if not family and friends. Add on top of that Phee is just in general a world wide person, and I think we can assume that she's someone who's got a more healthy way of processing grief than our emotionally stunted soldiers.

Something that you do with people that you've loved and lost is remember them. That's what I see Phee doing here. She's managed to process her grief in the last 4 months, and she's keeping the memory of someone she cared about alive by mentioning him in conversation.

So yeah. I liked that scene and it warmed my Tech/Phee loving heart.

Anyways,

Oooooh Fennec!!!

I love Crosshair not knowing anything but it also makes me sad.

Hunter: try to get Crosshair to get his hand looked at

Omega: what do you mean 'try'

Thoughts on Crosshair and Omega scenes:

What did my poor boy go through????

Poor man is probably resisting the idea that it's in his head because he already HAD a thing in his head that ruined his life

Omega: you don't like anything

Crosshair: true

Your honor I would die for them. Also I find his 'true' to be a little sad (and adorable)

OMG THEY'RE MEDITATING (and they have somehow stolen YET ANOTHER thing from my fic, this time before I've even gotten past the concept stage)

Omega: you missed a lot

Crosshair: I know

He's thinking of Tech in that moment.

Oh my gosh her hand on his and how he lets her move his hand THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL ME.

The Bad Batch says take care of your mental

Thoughts about Space Everglades:

I really loved Wrecker this episode. He really got to shine. He has the most banter with Fennec, he gets to do his demo thing, he freaking curb stomps space alligators, and he's the MVP in getting the bug man. It was really nice. Also, 'YOU HEARD ME!!!!' Let Wrecker go feral.

Bro, I really liked the bar music. I like seeing more of the music that plays in universe.

Wrecker and Hunter are definitely having flashbacks to Cid this entire episode. Except Fennec gives them more intel.

Fennec is a delight as always.

My prediction to who she's selling them out to? Ventress. And I don't think Ventress' intentions are bad.

So yeah, a solid episode! I'm honestly probably going to leave a lot of the star wars subreddits just to avoid everyone and their dog complaining about filler. Which this was NOT.

And as the next episode is called the Harbinger, I feel like this might be one of our last breaths before the plunge and everything goes sideways.

Oh, and in case you forgot. Tech lives ❤️

[vodika-vibes]

Hi, Vod’ika! I hope you’re having a good weekend!

(This is long; feel free to ignore.)

I’ve had clones and marriage on my mind recently. Like how would they get married? I would imagine most had to marry in secret. Whether by exchanging traditional Mandalorian vows or by made up vows to each other.

Did any get to have a wedding surrounded by a few family and friends? Were there any clones that were lucky enough to marry into a family that didn’t hate clones?

It’s just been weighing on my mind. I hope at least some got to have a not-so-secret wedding. Maybe with their brothers and new family surrounding them. Maybe some had children and families during and after the war.

Idk, just thoughts.

Hi there! I'm having an okay weekend, it's hot which makes it hard to want to do anything, lol

I know in legends that at least some of the Nulls got married. One to a Jedi, though some married just ordinary people if I remember correctly. (also my knowledge comes from Wookieepedia since I haven't read the books yet.)

And on to my own opinion. I like to think that the clones would make their own marriage traditions based on Mandalorian traditions, plus the traditions of the people that they worked with.

Like, can you imagine? Howzer offers you a piece of his armor, molded into a ring or a pendant for you to wear while following the Twi'lek marriage tradition?

Or Cody carefully crafting a piece of jewelry from his armor, while making a vow that's somehow a mix of Mandalorian and Jedi, but in the end, he's promised to you and you're promised to him?

I like to imagine that the Batch, at least, managed to settle down and live average lives while on Pabu. Can you imagine Crosshair with a pair of identical daughters with his silver hair? Or Wrecker with a son, a daughter, and then a baby son? Hunter raises Omega, and then his partner gives him a baby boy and then, a few years later, another baby girl so there are three kids in the house.

[zoeykallus]

hihi! i really love your writing and every contribution you add to the clone lover fans! your account is one of the few that i check nearly everyday :)))

i have a request if you don't mind. how do you think the bad batch would react in a situation where you're being mind controlled to attack them? (similar to how ahsoka was in the mortis arc)

thank you if you do this!

Aloha! Oh wow, thank you! Love to read that! :))

Interesting idea... let me see...

The Bad Batch x (mind controlled) Fem!Reader HC's - Not Yourself

Warnings: Tension/Strong Language/Angst

Summary: You are the only one in the group who does not have a helmet that can filter pollen, gases and the like. On an alien planet, this becomes your undoing when you and your batcher run through the alien vegetation, and you accidentally stir up pollen that has a similar effect to rabies.

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Hunter

He sensed it coming somehow, still, as you lashed out at him, you got him good, almost knocking him off his feet.

"Damn... Cyare! Easy there, it's me, Hunter"

He can see in your reddened eyes that you don't see and much less care who he is right now.

Hunter fends off your attacks, punches, kicks, you even try to bite his hand. Finally, he gets a good grip on you, spins you around and clasps his arms and legs around you. However, he can't do much now.

He tries to get to his com, but you use every little opportunity and he has to strengthen his grip around you again and again.

"Cyare, listen to me! It's Hunter, I'm not a threat to you!"

He has no choice, he hastily grabs his blaster and stuns you before you can break free. Hunter sighs, finally reaches for his com and warns Tech. He puts binders on you and throws your unconscious body over his shoulder.

"Let's hope Tech knows what to do with you".

___

Of course, Tech knows what's going on. When you come to, you are yourself again, but with the worst headache you've ever had.

"Fuck...", you grunt, "My head"

"Cyare?"

You blink and look at Hunter's worried face.

"Hunter? What's going on?"

He sighs relieved.

"You were not yourself"

He explains what happened, and you feel so sorry and guilty.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, not really", he says with a smile, "You worried me though"

"Sorry", you say meekly.

Hunter kisses your forehead and says, "It's okay. But maybe we should think about getting you a helmet"

Echo

He's so surprised, your kick wipes him right off his feet. Echo just manages to throw up his arms as you throw yourself at him.

"Mesh'la! What are you doing!!!"

He can only grab one of your arms, he only has one hand. He has no choice but to turn your arm behind your back and pin you to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Cyare, but I have no other choice. I don't know what's wrong with you, but please snap out of it!"

You squirm under him like a wild animal and Echo just doesn't know what to do. He doesn't want to hurt you, but at the moment he already does, by necessity.

"Please, Cyare"

You growl and roar full of unfounded rage, you don't know where it's coming from, you don't know anything, just that you want to lash out and attack everything. Who is sitting on top of you right now, holding you down, you don't even know.

But Echo is in luck, Wrecker is coming his way.

"Over here! Wrecker quick!"

Wrecker rushes over.

"What's going on?!"

"I don't know, but I don't know what to do with her. She's aggressive, attacked me."

Wrecker tries to look at you and you also immediately try to attack him.

"We need to sedate her if we don't want to hurt her" Wrecker says seriously "There's something really wrong with that, but we can't help her here, Tech needs to take a look"

Echo knows Wrecker is right, he doesn't like the thought, but he has no other choice.

Wrecker understands that Echo has reservations and takes over the task of stunning you.

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Back in the Marauder, Tech knows what to do, thanks to the Maker. When you come to, you have a headache and are a little disoriented. But you see Echo's face and know you're safe.

"Echo, honey, what happened?"

He patiently explains to you what happened while holding your hand.

"I'm so sorry about that! Did I hurt you?"

Echo smiles at you.

"No, you scared me, I admit that, but you didn't wound me".

You sit up with his help and hug him tightly.

"I would never have forgiven myself for that either".

Echo kisses your temple," It's alright, my darling".

Wrecker

He holds you with one arm of his while you fidget and flail. For an outsider, this would probably be an incredibly amusing picture. Wrecker, however, doesn't find it funny at all.

"Stop that! Mesh'la, what are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself!"

He doesn't really know what to do, you're not really a danger to him, he can keep you at a distance relatively easily, but your behavior really worries him.

"Mesh'la, you're scaring me, please stop that, it's not funny".

He realizes relatively quickly that you're not playing a prank on him, there's something really wrong with you. He drags you back to the Marauder like a wriggling, growling bundle.

____

Tech raises his eyebrows.

"What the hell? Oh, I should have guessed that, bring her over here, hold her tight."

Wrecker looks puzzled.

"Please tell me you can help her, I want my Cyare back."

Tech nods and says, "Don't worry Wrecker, you'll get her back, I know what to do, she just needs a sedative and an antidote. I have both right here. Hold her tight"

Wrecker does as he is told and Tech gives you two injections. Gradually you stop fidgeting and fall asleep.

When you wake up you feel exhausted and your head is killing you, but you are yourself again.

Wrecker gently strokes your cheek and says, "Hey, Cyare. Are you yourself again?"

"What?" you ask, dumbfounded.

Wrecker and Tech tell you what happened.

"Shit," you grumble, "Thank goodness you're so much stronger than me."

Wrecker chuckles, "That's right, you were pretty wild".

"Sorry," you say meekly.

Wrecker kisses your temple and says, "Don't worry about it, the most important thing is that you're okay again".

Tech

At first he is indignant, because he is once again engrossed in his holopad when you knock it out of his hand.

"Hey! What… woah!"

He hastily backs away from your blows. At first he is completely overwhelmed and confused. But his mind turns on, he suspects what's going on, because he read about the trigger of your behavior at the same moment you knocked the holopad out of his hand.

"Cyare…?!"

He doesn't want to hurt you, so he has to react quickly. He draws his blaster just in time to stun you. Tech leaps forward and catches you before you can hit the ground.

"Sorry, I should have researched about the flora and fauna first," he says guiltily to your unconscious body.

The treatment is quite simple, and he has everything necessary with him. He gives you the antidote right on the spot and puts a breathing mask on you before calling for help to transport you safely back to the Marauder.

____

When you wake up, Tech is sitting next to you. He smiles at you as you look at him.

"Hey, Cyare. How are you feeling?"

"I think my head's about to explode," you say honestly, rubbing your temples.

"That's normal, in a few minutes this feeling will pass, don't worry".

You reach for his hand and ask, "What happened anyway? How did I get here?"

Tech explains to you what happened and he looks crestfallen and dejected.

"I'm sorry" he finishes his explanation "I should have done my research much earlier before we went out there"

"Oh sweetheart," you say softly "It's not your fault"

He avoids your gaze and sighs, "It kind of is".

You stroke his cheek and gently say, "No, it's not tech."

When he looks up again and into your face, you ask him, "Did I hurt you?"

He shakes his head.

You say with a grin, "My smart boy probably reacted quickly and correctly"

Tech smiles shyly and steals a kiss from you before smugly replying, "He did"

Crosshair

He doesn't see it coming. It happens fast, and he is very confused at first.

"What the hell, Kitten?! Don't... Aahrg!"

You bite his hand as he tries to hold you back. It's a reflex, he doesn't mean it, but he smacks you with his backhand right in the face.

"Ah shit... Kitten, I didn't mean t-Ugh"

He hit you pretty bad, your lip is bleeding, but you don't seem to feel any pain, you ram your shoulder into his stomach and him right off his feet, interrupting his apology.

Crosshair lands hard on his back, and you're right on top of him, clawing and punching at his chest. Without the armor of his, you'd probably would have made quite some damage by now.

"Kitten! Stop!"

With a growl, he rolls around, pins you down under him. Wriggling, twitching and squirming under him, you give off sounds he's never heard from you before.

"Kriffin hell! Would you stop that?!"

He finally realizes he can't get through to you and has to immobilize himself somehow to get you back to the Marauder.

He takes his blaster to stun you.

"Sorry, Kitten"

____

He is furious when he gets to the Marauder.

"TECH!"

Tech comes towards him with a furrowed brow.

"What's the matter? What happened?"

"You tell me! She freaked out all of a sudden and attacked me!"

Tech frowns and says, judging, "She's bleeding on her lip. Did you hit her?"

Crosshair sighs, "She bit me, it was a reflex, I'm sorry, I'll apologize as soon as she's back to her senses."

He looks worried and adds, "She will be back to her senses, right? You can help her?"

Tech nods.

"She'll be okay, I think I know what the Problem is"

____

As you wake up later, you feel like run over by a speeder, your head hurts, your bones hurt and your lips hurt. Groaning, you open your eyes.

"What the fuck happened?", you ask, blinking against the ceiling light.

Crosshair's face appears over yours.

"Hey Kitten. How are you feeling?"

"Like having the worst hangover ever"

Tech says in the background, "That's normal"

Crosshair explains what happened, and you pout, "You hit me, didn't you? My mouth hurts"

He sighs and looks away, a little ashamed.

"Well, you bit me, it was a reflex. I'm sorry, it'll heal, don't worry"

"How bad was the bite?"

Crosshair shrugs and says, "Didn't have a look yet"

As he tries to pull off the glove, you can see it hurts him pretty bad to do so. He seems surprised about it himself. Tech jumps up.

"You di'kut! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

The bite looks pretty bad, the teeth marks are deep, it's even bleeding a good bit.

"Oh shit... I'm so sorry!" you say and feel like crying any moment.

Crosshair shoots you a look. "It's fine, don't you dare and cry now"

You bite your tongue and lower your gaze.

Crosshair sits down next to you, wrapping one arm around you, while Tech takes care of the bite. The sniper kisses your cheek and says, "Relax, it's fine, love"

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Spark of Hope

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Request -  @narcissa-of-kaas - Hey there! Could you please do something with Tech for #39 from your prompt list ?💜

Prompt - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” (Set post season 2, pre season 3)

You couldn’t even say how much time had passed since that Force forsaken day. It had been months at best and yet somehow it felt more like years. You had never been able to adjust to a life without Tech, how could you? It was impossible to believe that there had ever been a time where you hadn’t had Tech in your life, hadn’t had him ready at your side rattling facts of, filling silences with knowledge or just sitting together as he tinkered away. Whenever you needed somebody, it was always Tech you turned to.

Then all of a sudden Tech was gone. 

You still remembered the day, still remembered watching him fall from the cart, still remembered the heart wrenching scream that escaped you as you could do nothing but watch, only Hunter kept you where you were, stopping you from following after Tech, dragging you against his chest and forcing you to stay on the cart as it sped away from Tech. 

You had no memory of leaving, everything since then had passed in a blur and you were certain it was only thanks to Hunter you had managed to make it back to safety.

A day hadn’t passed where you let yourself believe Tech was dead. You couldn’t ever let yourself believe that, the second you did you knew you’d be done. You had to force yourself to keep that small spark of hope that seemed to dim as each day went by. 

You spent your days sat on the comm, pleading for hours for Tech to answer you, pleading with him to come back home, to come back to you. Hunter and Wrecker watched on with aching hearts as you refused to be moved, refused to let yourself accept reality.

The loss of Tech was only worsened by the loss of Omega, then Echo left to go help Rex, unable to stand being on the Marauder. You didn’t blame him, some days being on the ship drove you crazy, there were too many memories, too many constant reminders of those that should have been here but weren’t. Some days you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed, the smell of Tech on the sheets lessened with each day he was gone but you had to believe he’d be back one day.

Months had passed since that day and you were startled all of a sudden when the comm came to life, a distress signal that was used by the Batch could be heard. Hunter watched your face fill with relief, with hope. It broke his heart but still it was a code they used, they had to check it out.

You were relieved beyond words to see that Omega and Crosshair were safe and alive and yet you were disappointed. You hated to even admit it to yourself, hated the fact that when you saw the pair your heart dropped because it wasn’t Tech.

It was meant to be Tech.

Nobody blamed you for withdrawing after that, they knew you wanted Tech back. You had felt the spark of hope you had fizzle out, desperately wanting to stay alight but you didn’t know how to keep believing, didn’t know how to carry on without Tech.

It seemed that even though things had gotten better, two members of the Batch were back where they belonged, it was never right. There was constantly an empty space in every room of the Marauder, a silence after somebody said something where you still waited for Tech to talk, there were no longer random projects left out for you to fall over, it wasn’t home without Tech.

You still sat at the comm but your heart was empty as you spoke, you would give anything for a reply. 

Then one day it came. 

A strange message that consisted of nothing more than a set of coordinates and a cryptic message of ‘pl45’. Suddenly that spark of hope that had gone out weeks ago was back with a mighty flame, pushing out all the darkness and you just knew, it had to be him.

“Hunter!” You called, looking at the coordinates and the message, Plan 45, it was definitely a code the Batch used.

Hunter frowned as he looked at the message, Plan 45 meant mission gone wrong. It was their code, a random one to use but still their code. He wasn’t sure about it, one look at your face and he knew you had gotten your hopes up, he hated that you were going to be left more broken than before, he wasn’t sure you’d recover from this one.

“Y/N,” Hunter sighed softly but you were already shaking your head at him, standing from your seat and pushing past him into the cockpit. “Hey, I want it to be him too!”

“Then let’s go!” You snapped at Hunter, immediately feeling bad. You knew that whilst you hadn’t been coping well with the loss of Tech, without Hunter you probably would have completely lost it months ago. He truly had been your saving grace. “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s Tech, I know it is.”

Hunter looked at you, his face contorted with sympathy but eventually he nodded, taking a seat in the cockpit as you typed in the coordinates. He didn’t say anything but that was just what you needed, to have Hunter by your side as you went to find Tech.

It had to be Tech.

It had to be.

It took two days to land on the planet the coordinates led to, a planet you didn’t know the name of and was so far off the map. You were sure Tech would have a fact or two about it if he were here.

You had sat on the comm, watching it, willing it to come alive with another message but nothing more came through. 

The ship finally landed and you were the first off it, eyes scanning the forest around you, looking for any sign of Tech. The others followed you out of the Marauder, each of them looking around and seeing nothing, knowing it was going to be bad for you when you came to another dead end.

It was Hunter who heard him first, a crunch and snap of twigs under a boot alerted him and he let out a small gasp, feeling Crosshair and Wrecker look at him. 

It took a few more moments but Tech appeared from the trees and you felt your legs nearly give out as you looked at him, unable to move. 

“Y/N.” Tech breathed out and that was all you needed to force your feet forward, practically falling into his chest and Tech didn’t care how sore his body was he still wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

“You got my message.” He whispered into your hair and you laughed though the noise sounded more like a sob as silent tears made their way down your cheeks.

Tech felt his own eyes well up but he managed to keep the tears contained as he looked past you to his brothers, though a few tears did manage to trickle out as he saw Crosshair looking back at him.

Eventually you managed to pull away and Tech brought his hand to your cheek, brushing away your tears before he leant his forehead against yours.

“I knew you were alive.” You told him, your voice barely audible as you tried to hold back more tears. “I knew you were.”

Tech leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours and you couldn’t stop more tears from falling as you kissed him back, savouring the feeling after doubting if you would ever feel this again. 

You never strayed far from Tech when the two of you eventually pulled away and he was embraced by his brothers, each of their eyes watery and a few of their cheeks wet where tears had fallen. 

Eventually you all made your way back into the Marauder and Tech excused himself for a much needed sonic. You were reluctant to let him go but watched him leave, assuring yourself he was back.

“I told you.” You said softly as Hunter came to sit next to you. “I told you he was alive.”

Hunter pulled you against his chest, his arm going around your shoulder as he placed a soft kiss to your head.

“He’s alive.” Hunter murmured against your hair, still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.

By the time Tech had left the fresher Hunter had gotten the ship into hyperspace and everyone was sat together. Tech immediately made his way over to you, not wasting any time in pulling you close to him, your hand finding his as the others spoke softly, your thumb stroking over his knuckles in a constant reminder that he was there.

The six of you sat there for hours, Tech filled you in on what had happened since his fall, Omega had excitedly told Tech about her and Crosshair’s daring escape and the rest of the night was spent reliving old memories until you were all yawning.

None of you wanted to pull yourselves out of that moment but the need for sleep was too much and you forced yourselves up and into bed. 

You were happy to go to bed though when Tech climbed in after you and pulled you close, the sound of his steady breathing was enough to lull you into an easy sleep, something that you hadn’t been able to do for months, your eyes falling closed feeling warm and overwhelmingly relieved.

It wasn’t until you gasped awake, shivering at the cold air that you knew something wasn’t right. You looked around and felt your heart sink as you realised you were on a cart, Storm Troopers shooting at you from across the way. It wasn’t until you saw Tech running across the rail line that you felt panic build up.

“No.” You whispered to yourself, Omega looking up at you in confusion. “No, he’s alive. I got him back.”

“Um, Hunter, something’s wrong with Y/N.” You heard Omega say but you didn’t pay attention to Hunter calling your name, instead keeping your eyes locked on Tech like your gaze alone could change everything.

“We’ve got three ships inbound.” Hunter said, dragging his gaze from you and back onto the fight.

You shook your head, how many times had you been forced to relive this day? How many times had you been forced to lose Tech? You thought you had him back, you had him back. Was that just a dream, a way to cope with him being gone?

Power came rushing back to the cart, snapping you back to reality and your eyes filled with tears as you watched Tech running back towards the cart, trying to outrun the blaster shots aimed at him.

You could only watch through blurry tear filled eyes as Tech fell from the rail line onto a falling cart, watching as he just about managed to secure himself with his grappling line but there was nowhere for him to go, the cart was falling faster than he could climb.

“Wrecker, get him on board.” Hunter commanded, though the command was filled with underlying worry.

You let out a choked sob, knowing that command wouldn’t be carried out. 

“You must sever the connecting hinge. Now!” Tech instructed and you shook your head madly.

“Tech.” You managed to choke out. “Please.”

“Y/N,” You heard Tech sigh and your name falling from his lips had more sobs escaping you. “I’m sorry, my love.” 

You watched as he pulled his blaster out and knew what was to come.

“Plan 99.” He said and you screamed as he fired his blaster, only able to watch as he fell, seconds away from blinding following after him only to have Hunter snatch you away from the edge, holding you tightly against his chest as you thrashed madly against him, unsure of what you could do if you managed to get out of his hold but the only thought in your mind was that you wanted Tech.

He couldn’t be dead.

You shot up with a gasp, silent tears falling down your face and sweat clinging to your body as you looked around, assuring yourself you were in the Marauder. Your heart hammered in your chest when you realised you were alone.

Had Tech ever been back?

You forced your body out of bed, of course he was back, he had to be.

Your feet silently carried you through the Marauder, only stopping when you got to the cockpit and you felt a sob escape you when you saw Tech in the pilot’s seat, looking out of the window as you flew through hyperspace.

The noise had Tech turning to face you with a worried look.

“What happened, my love?” The pet name had your mind flashing back to the last thing he said to you but you shook your head, wiping the tears away as best you could.

“I had a nightmare about you,” You told him, watching as his face softened and he made room for you on the chair. “And I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay, dear.” He assured you as you sat in the chair, his arm wrapping around you as he held you close, guiding your head to his chest so you could feel his heart beat loud and clear. “I’m alive.”

The words were a reassurance to the both of you as you sat there holding each other in silence whilst you passed through hyperspace, Tech was here. 

He was alive and he was going nowhere. 

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A/N: eyooo!! I found this little comfort fic I wrote a long time ago with non other than my beloved Crossbitch

TW. MENTION OF SH/THINKING ABT SH, HINT AT SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

I'll put a > < to mark the beginning and end of the possibly triggering parts (1st part is mild, 2nd part is a lot heavier)

I rlly disappeared and reappeared with a heavy asf fic LMAO SORRY

keep in mind that- what I made Cross say is just what I really really needed someone to tell me at the time, I knew I would handle things on my own somehow, but i just really wanted to hear those words from someone

BREATHE

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Truly: you felt miserable.

You are in that phase where you feel like you're just existing with no purpose, like you're just walking around and you have no idea what is going on around you nor what you can possibly do. You have absolutely no energy left, talking to anyone is hard because all you do is force yourself to answer. You're pretty sure Hunter picked up on it quite fast and only didn't confront you about it because he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by picking such a subject next to the others.

Failure Failure Failure Failure Failure Failure Failure

The constant pressure in your chest from the anxiety has been suffocating and has only grown. It hadn't left you for a whole standard rotation and only now that you were back in the Marauder with the rest of the squad did you allow time to yourself to assess your emotions. Hunter and Tech went to run some errands while Wrecker and Omega went stars know where to most likely stir up trouble that Tech and Hunter will have to deal with later. That left Crosshair and you alone. You were sitting on one of the chairs in the cockpit, trying to sort out your loud thoughts and emotions.

All that happened was that you kept zoning out, really. Your mind spiralled into a dark place, full of your failures or your sudden feeling of being completely worthless among the squad for absolutely no reason at all. > Only when you feel your arm twitching and itching for something missing < did you force yourself to snap out of it as you feel the rising heat to your cheeks, you find it a little harder to breathe and you feel yourself tearing up.

You force yourself to take a deep breath and force your emotions down, refusing to break down right then and there. It's okay, you didn't need to cry. Deciding to make it easier for yourself, you make your way towards the only person that always managed to make you smile: Crosshair.

He was sitting on his bunk, legs to the side of it as he cleaned his Firepuncher that layed on his lap. He acknowledges your presence by looking up at you, momentarily stopping what he was doing in order to give you his full attention, in a way of asking what you wanted.

Since you didn't trust yourself to speak without having to cry, you silently make your way over to him, sitting down next to him, slightly more behind him so you could comfortably snake your arms around his waist and lay your head on his shoulder without hindering him from his task too much.

You felt a quick puff of air that was neither too cold nor warm hit your hair and you realized Crosshair let out an amused huff before he returned to his previous activity, not minding your presence since you're not hindering him that much from cleaning his weapon. Quiet moments like these where you both just spend time together either cuddling or just in the same room with a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence, were the ones you both cherished a lot.

You didn't expect him to ask you if anything was wrong, truly you didn't even know if you would have told him the truth. You didn't mind this silence- that is until your mind began to spiral again.

> Stars, how you would love to take out a knife right now, just to cut your forearm at least once- maybe even your throat? Not to kill yourself, just.... make you bleed. And let fate decide whether you make it out or not. Perhaps you don't even want to cut yourself that deeply. You've done self-harm before, you know it doesn't actually help you, but sometimes all you find as a means of escape is that short stinging pain and the blood to remind you that you were indeed still just a human. You let out a frustrated sigh as anger starts to build up within you, you had managed to stay clear of such thoughts for so long and Crosshair and yourself had been so proud of yourself for it, and now here you are again. <

You hadn't realized that Crosshair had set his sniper rifle to the side until he turned around in your arms and returned the embrace, his movements already practiced.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?"

Great. Guess you were obvious after all. Your hold on him tightens as you bury your face deeper into the space between his shoulder and his neck, muttering a weak "I don't know." You don't bother restraining your tears anymore, allowing yourself to let it out now that you finally felt somewhat safe for the first time in weeks. Crosshair only hummed as a response, trying to give you as much time as you needed to figure out your thoughts. His hold on you tightened just a little, hoping he could ground you somehow.

After a while he decided to suggest to you to lay down with him by lowering the both of you slowly to the mattress, without much force as to let you know that you can always refuse his offer at any time. When you didn't, he used one of his hands to pull his blanket above your bodies and his hand reclaimed its spot on your back.

"It'll be okay. Whatever it is, I'm sure we will figure something out. You're not alone."

You let your eyes close and take a derp shaky breath when you feel his lips pressing shortly on your head, which truly melted your heart. You will be fine, because you won't be alone for the recovery. It'll take some time, but it's okay. He's there to support you, even if he won't know how to help to some problems.

"Thank youuu, I love you soooooo much."

A small smile formed on his face, "I love you too Cyare."

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You are SO right about the Death of Optimus Prime.

It feels so one-sided which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing if it wasn’t clear the narrative is pressing that the Autobots are just as bad as the Decepticons by literally refusing to have anyone but Prowl argue against what the Decepticons have done versus the Autobots and treating him like he’s being ridiculous even by his comrades! When the NAILs come back it’s not just that they’re tired of war and just want peace they seem to have no concept of anything about Autobots or Decepticons except that they’re both Bad but somehow Autobots are worse?

And seemingly no one points out anything the Decepticons did like blowing up one of the last energon mining facilities but that’s just frankly ridiculous because by all accounts the NAILs would all *have* to be from before the war and somehow they’re the only group who doesn’t remember what it was like before they left? Later we find out Soundwave was apart of pogroms specifically against Neutrals, Decepticons put Autobots heads in bombs to make them beg for their life by bomb disposal and had at least one facility dedicated to smelting Autobots alive and none of the Autobots seem to disagree with NAILS opinions on them? It just reeks of trying so hard to press “they’re both equally as bad.”

The whole Starscream as ruler too honestly conceptually I like, that he manipulated his way through shaky political ground and underhanded tactics and continued those away from public eye once he was in position in a tense post war society that doesn’t have any real system of government and would crumble if they tried to overthrow Starscream, but the idea that somehow no one could manage to point out that Starscream was second in command and complicit to all of Megatron’s crimes from the very beginning and that all the NAILs were totally cool with voting for him in power without any real discussion of that the first time he won felt so farfetched.

Honestly all of it could work, condescending NAILs, Optimus being forced to leave, Starscream becoming ruler of Cybertron could all genuinely work if they actually bothered making the arguments feel balanced because it relies way too hard on everyone just agreeing the Autobots are basically just as bad as the Decepticons and don’t have room to argue because War Is Bad.

THIS. Anon said everything I wanted to say except in a clearer conciser way. The whole premise of “Autobots are just as bad” is something I never understood, both from character perspective and as a reader. What exactly did the Autobots do to merit this sentiment? Like we all know there’s Prowl and the Wreckers, okay. Mostly Prowl. But the neutrals don’t know about what he did. Even the Autobots themselves don’t know! Whereas the Decepticons have this looooong list of insane evil shit they take pride in (including burning the entire planet and halving its population), were committing terrorism acts against the general populace before the war, and have specifically implemented anti-neutral pogroms during its course. How. do the Autobots compare. A hell lot more of “show, don’t tell” is needed rather than just having every non-Autobot transformer repeat it as an irrefutable mantra. And the Autobots just accepting it without even making an attempt to defend their position. 

Like if the ‘Autobots just as bad’ statement was true, they wouldn’t even have been in such a difficult position in the first place, outnumbered and stuck between the NAILs and Decepticons. They could just detonate all the Decepticon inhibitor chips and shoot/banish every NAIL who doesn’t accept their authority. This is our home that we won back, we’re ruling it, and that’s that. That’s what the Decepticons would have done. That’s what the old government would have done. It’s as if the reason the NAILs were causing so much trouble was because they were perfectly aware of this difference; they knew the Autobots were restricted by their principles, so they were bold with their protests/lynching. Which again rubs me the wrong way because it implies that morality is a weakness to be taken advantage of that lets people walk all over you without fear of consequences. 

Same goes with treatment of Optimus in DoOP and the Optimus Prime series honestly, the narrative is blatantly unfair. Characters keep shitting on him and doubting him and accusing him of being a tyrant when it’s repeatedly shown that none of his actions are ever self-serving. Like haven’t you all met multiple actual tyrants. Would they ever tolerate you guys. They make accusations because they know Optimus is a decent person who cares about the opinions of the people and the morality of his actions. Decency is never not taken advantage of. 

To the colonists, the sins of the past primes are somehow All His Fault. To the humans, the atrocities of the Decepticons are also somehow All His Fault. Whenever he does anything, there’s always someone there to accuse him, regardless of the fact that his actions almost always turn out to be right and extremely foresighted. But he gets. no chance to explain himself. When he presents the matrix as a divine artefact (which it culturally is) someone goes: primes are evil I don’t believe in them. When he admits that he privately thinks the matrix is just a bauble and himself as just an ordinary person, the same person goes: how dare you not believe, gimme the matrix I can do better. He can say something as innocuous as “we should focus on dealing with Unicron rn” and there’s literally a colonist who goes “bringing people together because of a shared enemy is literally Fascism.” Seriously. The narrative is that skewed. Selflessness and trying to do the right thing despite being misunderstood by others are all well and good, but when the ‘misunderstanding’ becomes increasingly contrived to the point where the one person is constantly getting pilloried for no sound reason, then it just makes both sides look stupid.