#marit watched bad batch

[rebel-ezra]

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[jjungkookislife]

Potions and Poisons

ღ pairing: warlock!hoseok x witch!reader

ღ genre: marriage au, magic au, smut [18+]

ღ summary: Reviving your memories last Hallows Eve was just the beginning for you and your warlock husband. You’ve quite settled in nicely to your life as his wife and even found a town where you won’t have to fear for your lives. Everything just seems to be falling into place while you simmer in marital bliss. However, your magic still needs some fine tuning...

ღ wc: 2.8k

ღ warnings: use of potions, hoseok accidentally eats a bad brownie, nudity, unprotected sex, marking (scratching, bruising, hickeys, biting), breast play, hair pulling, creampie

ღ a/n: this is a short one shot following AHE and this is the brownie recipe oc makes

ღ date: October 8, 2021

Candles illuminated nearly every surface that wasn’t covered in spellbooks, cauldrons, or ingredients for potions and poisons your husband was working on.

In the quiet corner of your home, you sat on a stool by the window, watching the raindrops hit your window and roll down the glass pane.

“I put a spell on you,” you sing to yourself. “And now you’re mine.”

“Careful, love,” Hoseok says as he stands behind you, his hand placed on your shoulder. You look up at him, smiling. “You might cast a spell.”

“I don’t think I’ve gotten that good yet,” you pout, rising from your seat to follow him back to the cauldron that was bubbling. Hoseok grabbed a wooden spoon, stirring his concoction, adding some dried herbs from a small plate.

BANG.

Smoke whirled upward and you coughed, groaning as your eyes water.

“Sorry, baby. I’ve got to get this done. Why don’t you try finishing the potion you were working on earlier. Your brownies are nearly done and it’d be nice to get something on the shelf tonight,” Hoseok looks at the empty shelf beneath his cluttered one filled with lotions and potions galore. Plenty to sell in his shop in the outskirts of the City of Hallows.

“Okay,” you agree as you work on the second batch of brownies, these intended for sale at the shop. You read off the ingredients in your cookbook, grabbing what you need before turning to work on your potion as well.

Your brows knit together as you stare at the spellbook, hoping you have everything you need. You grab a small vial from Hoseok’s shelf to place beside you while you stir the brownie batter and hum to yourself.

Hoseok is leaned over his own spellbooks, thoughts occupied by the specifics this spell requires. He’s been commissioned for a spell that seems nearly impossible and he’s been stressed for months to perfect it, and he thinks he may have a breakthrough, tonight of all nights.

It’s been exactly a year since he’s brought you back, and it took a mere few months to find the city where you would both be safe from the human world. He couldn’t relax though, he’d enchanted your home and forbid you to step outside the barrier without him at your side. He couldn’t risk losing you again, to be separated without a clue as to where you could be.

But here in the city, you lived safely. Monsters and ghouls alike lived in harmony and even attended schools, and worked jobs similar to those of humans. It had allowed Hoseok to open a small shop where he could sell his potions, herbs, and the like. Sometimes you’d go to the shop and help him out, other times you’d stay home and practice your witchcraft. Reviving your memories from your past life was one thing, but it seemed like your abilities were lacking despite having your husband as your mentor. You knew you were capable of more, and you spent hours and hours working on your craft.

“A little vanilla,” you murmur as you reach for a vial, a few drops going into the batter before you gasp as your cauldron bubbles erratically and you set your bowl down to calm it. Hoseok walks over, moving it out of the flame carefully.

“You left it unattended too long,” he states as he tries to salvage it, but it’s no use. A sheepish smile appears on your lips as your husband gets rid of the remnants, rinsing the cauldron and setting it back in its place.

“I’ll finish the brownies and then get started on redoing that potion,” you sigh heavily as you stir the batter some more before finally pouring it in a baking pan and putting it in the oven to join the other.

When your brownies are done and cooled, you set aside the ones for the shop and plate the ones for you and Hoseok on a pretty purple plate. You set them on the counter, calling your husband to come have some while you box up the others for the store.

Hoseok comes in running, sweet tooth ready to dig into the sweet chocolate treats. He picks one up from the top, doing a little dance before he takes a bite. You turn to look at him, smiling when his eyes flutter shut and he finishes the rest of the brownie in one big mouthful.

“That was delicious!” he exclaims as he pops his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. You smile, glad that he’s enjoyed your baking.

Before Hoseok can continue complimenting your sweets, his hand begins to turn green. His brows knit together as confusion crosses his face.

“Hoseok, you’re green!” you shout as the rest of him turns green at a rapid pace. Your eyes are wide with shock as his legs and arms shrink, webbing as his clothes fall into a pile on the floor. Your husband is gone.

“Hoseok! Hoseok!” you scurry over to the pile of clothes, tossing his shirt out of the way as you fall to your knees to dig through the discarded clothing.

“Ribbit!” a croak comes from the waistband of his pants. A small green frog stares up at you. “Ribbit! Ribbit!”

“Hoseok!” You scream in terror and the frog hops away from you. You reach forward to catch it, panic filling your body as you pace back and forth.

“Oh no! Oh no! What did I do?” you ask yourself as you nervously continue to pace. You’re not sure how but you know this is your doing.

You clear a spot on the table and set Hoseok down on the worn wood. You look at your spellbook, but find nothing that could cause Hoseok’s transformation on the page you were using. Hoseok hops on your spellbook, reading the page before hopping onto the next.

When he hops onto the table, he bumps into an empty vial that spins before toppling over. He hops over to it, with you eyeing him warily.

Carefully, you reach out to lift the vial.

Oh no.

“I put a frog transformation potion in the brownies instead of vanilla!” You groan, smacking your forehead. You just wanted them to have a hint of vanilla and instead your husband is a frog.

“Ribbit!” Hoseok croaks as he hops onto your hand, using his little frog limb to point in the direction of his spellbook, which was more advanced than the beginners copy you’d been working with as of late.

Hoseok hops off your hand and tries to flip the pages of his book but he finds that it’s a hard task to accomplish. He hops twice to get you to come over and you slowly turn the pages for him until he hops onto a page and then jumps on it multiple times.

“Is this the right spell?” you ask as you skim it before nodding. Hoseok hops on the table, sitting in front of ingredients you’ll need. He’s not entirely sure if you’ll be able to pull it off, and perhaps the spell will wear off in time but to be frank, he didn’t like being a frog.

“What if I just kiss you? Like in those tales from the human world?” You ask, picking him up and kissing his slimy lips.

Nothing.

You wipe the slime off your lips with a grimace and you swear you see your frog husband rolls his eyes. After all, it wasn’t his fault he was slimy.

Hoseok croaks before hopping back onto the spellbook. You move quickly to gather the ingredients, double-checking labels in between apologies as you get the cauldron bubbling.

After creating what you hope is a reversal, you have Hoseok drink the potion but nothing happens. You aren’t strong enough to reverse the spell.

You’ve gone to bed with your frog husband beside you, whispering one last apology before curling up under the covers to go to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you roll over, your hand in search of your husband and when you feel his chest, your eyes open immediately.

Beside you, snoring lightly is your husband back in his human form. You shake him away gently, not wanting to startle him.

“Baby, wake up,” you whisper and he groans, asking for five more minutes. “Baby, please.”

Hoseok bats his lashes, yawning as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “It’s morning already?” His voice is raspy, a bit strained as he looks at you then at his hands.

“I’m not a frog!” he shouts happily. “It must have worn off!”

“I’m so glad!” you can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“We’re definitely going over the importance of labels tomorrow,” he jokes, kissing your forehead.

You hide your face beneath your palms and Hoseok gently peels them off your face. He plants a kiss on your lips, his forehead resting on yours after. “I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“Shh, enough of that,” he chides gently, kissing you again before pulling you on top of him. It’s then that you notice he’s fully naked.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, making him chuckle. Despite a year of marriage and a year of lovemaking, you still shied away from him whenever he was naked. He had a glorious body, and he had no shame in showing it off when you were around. He often found himself chuckling when you’d take peeks at him from the window when he was outside with an ax chopping firewood. Or when he was shirtless on those hot summer nights that have finally come to an end when autumn brought a gentle breeze that would grow stronger once the season changed once again.

“So pretty,” Hoseok says softly, his thumb caressing your cheek for a moment. His eyes flit to your lips then to your eyes before he’s leaning in to kiss you, stopping a mere millimeter away. You close the distance, kissing him tentatively as his hands grip your hips.

“My darling wife,” Hoseok grins, hands slipping under your nightdress not surprised to feel the bare skin of your bottom. His hands are warm against your skin, tingles running down your back as he caresses you. His lips find yours again, a moan escaping you when his tongue meets yours, one hand gripping the back of your head to pull you closer.

You rock your hips against his, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through your body as you press against him, feeling his cock twitch as it hardens.

“So needy,” he coos teasingly, hips rising to meet yours as his hands grip the hem of your nightgown, raising it over your torso and pulling it off your body to discard on the bedroom floor. A shiver runs through you when your body is exposed to the chill of the room, nipples growing hard almost immediately.

With one hand on your waist and the other on the bed, he scoots the both of you up further on the bed so he’s reclined against the headboard. The new angle allows him to easily pull you upright, your thighs on either side of his hips as he takes a pert nipple into his mouth.

A moan of his name escapes you, your hands gripping his shoulders as your arch into him, hips rocking back and forth. Hoseok groans, feeling your wetness coating his thighs and cock, your wet cunt yearning to be stuffed full of him.

Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer to your chest as his fiery tongue circles your nipple, teeth gently tugging it before releasing it with a lewd pop that has heat rushing to your cheeks.

Hoseok chuckles, thumb running over your bottom lip as his eyes meet yours. “I love you,” he says with a smile that reaches his twinkling eyes. You press your lips against his, your heart beating in tandem with his as you whisper you love him too.

Passionate kisses are exchanged in between promises of forever as heated hands explore each other, soft moans spilling from your lips as Hoseok strokes his cock, lining it up at your entrance. His hooded gaze meets yours, a brow raised in question.

“Please,” you plead, giving him consent. He swallows thickly, carding his fingers through his hair, pushing the damp locks off his forehead.

Moonlight streams through the delicate material of the curtains, illuminating your husband in its cosmic glow, making him more irresistible than he already was. You can’t help but kiss him, feeling his palms on your hips as you sink on him, moaning at the delightful stretch.

“Seok,” Your nails rake over his shoulders as he pulls you flush against his chest. His lips mark your neck, nipping and sucking at the flesh as you slowly find your rhythm riding him.

“Fuck, baby,” Hoseok breathes against your neck, forehead resting on your shoulder as you tighten around him. His hands grip every inch of you, gliding over your back and back down to grab handfuls of your ass. Your head lolls back, moaning when his lips plant kisses all over your chest before he’s gripping your waist and flipping you onto your back.

You gasp, surprised when you look up at him and he’s grinning. A pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks as he apologizes for surprising you. He grabs your legs, placing your ankles on his shoulders as he picks up the pace, fucking you harder, deeper.

Hoseok looks down where your bodies connect, his hips slamming against your ass as you moan, your hand slipping between your thighs to rub your clit. He curses, mesmerized by the shallow rise and fall of your chest, teeth sunk into your bottom lip to try to muffle some of your wanton cries but they still slip through. Your free hand grips the sheets, bunching them in a fist as you take each of his powerful thrusts, crying out for him.

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” he grunts, pleasure overwhelming each of his senses as he plants kisses on each of your legs. He fucks your harder, noting the change in your breathing and the arch of your back as your sweet cries of pleasure rise in octaves. You’re nearly there, your body flushed with heat and sweating from the pounding you’re taking.

“Always so wet for me, baby. Only me?” he smirks as you nod, your hand gripping his forearm feeling the muscles beneath your palms before he’s moving his hand to caress your face lovingly. “Let go for me, love. Come around my cock like you so desperately need to.”

You tremble, eyes rolling back as you pulsate around him. “Hoseok!”

“That’s it, baby. Take it, take what you need,” he encourages, watching you intently as your legs fall from his shoulders to his slim waist. He holds your thighs, fingers sinking into the flesh deliciously as you come undone. Your thighs clamp around him, your head tilted back into the pillows, hair a mess beneath your head as you come hard and fast, overwhelmed by the pleasure that courses through your body.

Hoseok can’t keep his eyes off of you. Memorizing every detail of your orgasm for a later date, always ingrained in his memories. He grips your hips, pistoning in and out of you as you pull him close, kissing him hungrily as your need for more brews inside you. Hoseok is close, so close and when you nip at his bottom lip, tugging it with your teeth before releasing it, he comes. A tingle runs down his spine, a deep guttural groan escaping his kiss-swollen lips as he buries his face in your neck. Sinful moans and hard pants graze your neck, your fingers weaved in his inky locks to hold him close as you feel rope after rope of cum fill you up.

Hoseok exhales heavily, nuzzling into your side for a moment. His skin is sweaty and hot, his hair clings to his forehead as he pulls out of you to lie at your side, worried about crushing you with his weight.

“Fuck,” he breathes with a chuckle. His glittering eyes meet your own and you smile, lacing your hand with his. “Can’t do that as a frog.”

“Hoseok!” you chide, gently smacking his chest a few times until he’s grabbing your hand to stop you, bringing your wrist to his lips.

“I jest,” he whispers, kissing his way up your arm until you plant a kiss on his lips.

“It was an accident,” you hum in response. He moves you until your head is resting on his chest, his lithe fingers gently brushing your hair absentmindedly.

“I know, love. I hold no malice. How about tomorrow we take the brownies to the shop and sell them as a Trick.” Hoseok suggests and you giggle.

“A kiss won’t turn them back,” you respond.

“I guess I’m no prince after all,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“No, but you are the man I love.”

“And that’s what I’m so grateful to be.”

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Notoriety is a gilded cage for her, where she’s watched and analyzed and criticized by people who see opportunity in her acquaintance. Suddenly, it makes sense that she would be hard to reach. In “cowboy like me,” high-society scammers meet their match in each other and rejoice in having someone around who’s able to see through the posturing. “Ivy” compares the rush of a growing marital affair to the methodical skyward advance of climbing plants.

As folklore did, these stories ask us to consider what motivates women when they act desperately against their interests, suggesting, as Swift has in songs like “Blank Space” and “I Did Something Bad,” that it’s always knottier than “She went crazy.” It’s a clever way to reframe her own personal mythology, that of the beloved starlet on the mend from a bad hit to her fame and self-esteem, retold so succinctly in “long story short” as to suggest she’s tired of telling it: “Pushed from the precipice / Climbed right back up the cliff / Long story short, I survived.” What’s true of Swift is true of her subjects. Push them, if you dare, and you find out what they’re made of. The second album complements the first; folklore is a descent into bad vibes that begins on a somewhat chipper note with “the 1,” a song about trying to improve your life by changing up routines, and ends in the brokenness and despair of “hoax.” Here, we get through the nagging dissatisfaction of “tolerate it,” the holiday breakup drama of “champagne problems,” and the mirthful parting ways of “happiness,” and we land on “evermore,” the most uplifting tune in both batches — a song where we’re not out of the woods yet, but realizing that nothing lasts forever and neither do bad times, the Swiftian happy ending folklore jarringly held back.

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[drblueneck]

Massive Genderbent AU - Rookie 9 edition

Ok. I should really NOT be writing that, but that little shit of a story wouldn’t leave me alone and I couldn’t focus on my studies and I was going CRAZY. So, here. It’s written. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE BRAIN, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!! I decided to post it, because I want people to enjoy the beauty of genderbender. This will turn into a fullfledged story. Maybe. Probably. Certainly. But not right now. Because I don’t have time. I NEED TIIIIMMMME.

As spring was in full bloom, it was time for Hideo-sensei - Head of the Academy - to peruse the new application forms for the upcoming year. Going through each of them and smiling at the familiar clan names, he took him a moment to notice the higher than normal percentage of girls being enrolled. As he took a closer look, his surprise went up a notch. The heirs of the most prominent ninja clans were to be in the same year class, and all but two were females. It had been a long time since such a thing happened! Hideo-sensei idly wondered if the girls would be up to par with the boys, and winced at the ludicrous idea of Genin teams made up mostly of kunoichi - their strength would never amount to that of their male counterparts, science said so. Or, well, science said so before Tsunade-sama gave it the finger... Hideo-sensei shook his head and snorted. Frankly, what were the chances for all these girls to end up like the legendary Sannin? Prodigies were a fluke, not the norm.

With a rueful sigh, he closed the files and signed them, already mourning for this future batch of Genin who would more likely than not bring down their forces’ strength for months, if not years - that is, if they ever graduated instead of mooning over boys like so many were wont to do in their debute... Hopefully, these kunoichi would have a wake-up call sooner than later!

Years later, looking back on this biased oversight, Hideo-sensei would berate himself for dismissing so easily what Konoha saw as its new rising stars and the best ninja of their generation.

  Shikaku stared at his ranting kid from where he was sitting under the shade of the great oak in their backyard, ears used to relentless tirades after years of mariage to his dear banshee of a wife. He loved her, really, he did, but damn if that troublesome woman didn’t turn him half-deaf in the first two months of their marital life. It’s without shame that Shikaku would readily admit to having prayed for his kid to turn out like him - lazy and fond of long stretches of silence. The Nara genes were usually strong, to the dismal of those who married into the clan, but it looked like Yoshino’s were as stubborn as her!

Troublesome woman indeed, Shikaku thought with fondness as his daughter finished her rant about ‘not being a kid anymore’ and thus demanding to be ‘trained as a real kunoichi to kick butts’. Maybe he stayed quiet for too long because she started tapping her tiny foot on the grassy ground, arms crossed as she dished out her best glare, and all that was done in a perfect imitation of her mother - and it only made her father want to laugh and squeeze her in a hug.

Which he did.

“Daaad! I’m serious!” Shikaru wailed, tugging harshly at her father’s spiky ponytail to punctuate her words.

“Yes you are,” he cooed, rubbing his scratchy beard against her chubby cheek.

“I wanna leaaarn!” She wailed again, squirming in his grasp and trying to escape his beard, struggling not to laugh and keep up her angry pout. It tickled!

Trapping her into his arms, Shikaku let himself fall down on his back, adjusting comfortably his neck so that he could watch the fluffy clouds go by.

“Maa, why couldn’t you be a lazy one just like your dad, hm?”

The child instantly stopped her useless squirming and with fire burning fiercely in her brown eyes, she hissed like an angry cat, “Cause I’m gonna beat Inoshi! He made Chou cry!”

Aaah, right. The first time he and his teammate decided to officially introduce their kids to each other when they were four, Inoichi’s boy - who lacked a brain to mouth filter - had taken one look at Chouza’s girl and pointed at her before saying with all the innocence of the world, “Daddy, look, she’s fat.” The poor Chouko had bursted into tears and clung to her father the whole day while Shikaru, true to her name, spent a good ten minutes scolding the boy before launching herself into a philosophical pamphlet of sorts on the serious issue of body image within the shinobi world. Inoshi had gaped at her, a bit pale, before hunching his shoulders and muttering a bit too belligerently, “Well, you’re definitely not cute...”

Inoichi had confided that to this day, his son still obsessively kept his hair short, traumatised by Shikaru gripping on his tiny ponytail so hard that she tore out a big clump of fine blond hair. Another of her mother’s bad habits... It was a good thing Shikaku got so used to the rough treatment that it felt like his head was made of steel, otherwise, between his two troublesome girls, he would’ve turned bald yeard ago!

Anyway, all that had been a year ago, and Shikaku had to marvel at his daughter’s ability to hold a grudge.

He hummed under his breath at another of his daughter’s whine about ‘stupid boys’ and wanting to train.

“Then you’ll be happy to know that you start the Academy next month,” he said, nonchalant, happy to stare at the powdery blue sky with the light weight of his kid securely held against his chest. Said kid abruptly sat up, pushing a bony knee into his ribs and he ‘oofed’. Kids... so uncaring...

“Really?!” she cried out as she bounced on his stomach, her almond-shaped eyes almost glittering with stars.

“Really.”

Shikaru dropped back down against him, squeezing her skinny arms around his neck with all her strength - and Shikaku was proud to say that it was actually a lot - as she smothered her excited ‘”thank yous” into his shirt, her feet kicking out in a show of unrestraint happiness and narrowly missing his jewels.

Inoshi was going down. Ha!

  It had been a long time since a masculine presence had been felt in the Inuzuka household. From as far as she could remember, Kiku had always been surrendered solely by her mom and sister and their dogs, with the occasional clansmen dropping by to check in with their Head. And if asked, Kiku would tell you that her mom was badass.

Once, she had asked where her father was and mom bristled and waved a fist in the air. “Who needs that pussy when you got me, huh?” Hana later told her that dad had left them because mom scared him. Tch, mom was right, what a scaredy-cat! Inuzuka women were the bomb!

And Kiku wanted to be just like her mother.

It actually amused Tsume greatly to see her youngest daughter following her everywhere like a lost puppy, even when she went to work in the Jounin HQ or meeting with members of the Council for clan matters. Kiku would closely watch her every move and copy them – sitting with an arm thrown on the back of a chair, legs slightly splayed out or crossed at the ankles; fingers drumming on the table when she wanted to fuck with uptight people like Hiashi or Fugaku; lips turning into a snarl when she wasn’t happy… Yep, her daughter was cute as a button in her mom-worship antics.

Tsume actually thought it was all just a phase and that her childish wonder would soon fade out, but Kiku never stopped praising her mom with starry eyes, asking stories of her missions, and more recently, pleading to start her training in the shinobi arts like Hana. She had already given Akamaru to her a few weeks ago, wanting her to acclimate herself to her life-partner, but Tsume had wanted to leave the shinobi training for a bit later to make sure the dog would be able to follow… So what to do, what to do?

Sighing over her dilemma, Tsume entered Shikaku’s office and dropped her latest report on his desk, not feeling one bit sympathetic as he groaned while glaring at the pile of reports that would soon turn into a tower. Usually, he had to hunt down his Jounin to get their reports on time, but strangely these past few days, they’d all been quite eager – gleeful even! – to complete their administrative duties…

Tsume shot him a mean smirk. “Serves you right for ditching us last week with the new recruits,” she said snidely, still peeved that heir commanding officer had disappeared for a whole afternoon and let the more seasoned shinobi drill the baby Jounin. Shikaku was way too good at hiding from them, the sneaky bastard.

“God, I’m surrounded by nagging women,” the man groaned, signing the papers he was reading with a flourish and attacking a new batch.

“Beats being surrounded by whiny men,” was Tsume’s quick retort.

Shikaku shrugged and stretched his arms, which Tsume took as her dismissal. All too happy to leave the Jounin Commander to his own suffering, she skipped to the door with a bounce to her step, only to reluctantly stop when Shikaku called out her name.

“What.” She was a busy woman, dammit.

He smiled apologetically before asking, “I was just wondering if you were putting your daughter into the Academy this year? Mine is going, and I’d be more at ease if some of the kids she knows were to attend too… Shikaru really needs to up her social game,” he added thoughtfully.

God, that man could be such a mother-hen sometimes! Tsume wondered if he would’ve been this dotting had he had a boy as laidback as him… Probably not.

“I’ve put in Kiku’s application but didn’t tell her anything yet. You know how my clan likes to keep the kids as long as possible and teach them at home before sending the little brats to schools, what with our dogs needing proper training too…”

Shikaku nodded. Many clans were like Tsume’s, enrolling the kids only for the last two or three years of the Academy as they preferred – or simply needed in some cases – to train their kekkai genkai first and foremost before even thinking about formal schooling.

“Well, if your girl is anything like you, she’s going to take to shinobi training like a fish to water,” he said in a smile, complimenting his Jounin’s ruthless efficiency on the field, and Tsume grinned back, showing her sharp teeth.

Maybe sending Kiku earlier than expected would actually be a good thing. Her girl was driven after all!

“She’s been bugging me about training her for weeks now. I think she’s ready to commit,” she mused outloud in a prideful tone.

With a wave of the hand, she turned around and leisurely walked out Shikaku’s office while calling out, “My girl’s totally gonna make you turn prematurely grey when she’ll be under your command, Nara!”

Chuckling at the muttered “troublesome” that her enhanced hearing caught, Tsume made her way back home, the grin never leaving her face. Damn right, her Kiku was going to become a kickass kunoichi!

(Shikaru means “to scold” which I found hilarious. Inoshi comes from inoshishi which means boar, Kiku means chrysanthemum because I just wanted to have some coherency between her sister and her, and Chouko means butterfly child, which is cute af. Next one should’ve Female!Sasuke, Male!Hinata, and I’m gonna have so much fun.)

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lmao welcome back crosshair i missed you so much

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OMEGA MADE HERSELF A DOLL THAT LOOKS LIKE THE ONE WRECKER GAVE HER?????? 😭😭😭 let her OUT she's just a kid

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crosshair: don't risk anything for me me, watching: I would risk literally anything and everything for you

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wrecker telling hunter to slow down because the last time they tried to infiltrate an imperial facility they lost tech and hunter immediately going to the cockpit to fly them there saying "omega has been waiting for us a long time" well hunter... honey... you know who else has been waiting a long time... someone who is also a prisoner... someone who is also family...

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starting with tech's line about following orders??? oh thats EVIL

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PROJECT NECROMANCER!?!?!?!?

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time to watch bad batch !! im still gaslighting myself btw tech is alive anyways time to be punched in the gut with the truth probably

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tech: technically, [omega] is older than us

crosshair:

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DID THEY JUST FUCKING LEAVE CROSSHAIR BEHIND AGAIN

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this is NOT how I wanted crosshair to reunite with his brothers

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SMILING TECH !!!!

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“but, wrecker, I'm your friend”