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snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--
Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--
All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton
Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--
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Snippet 22: clone meet clone
Ellie, dramatically: Danny!
Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!
Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!
Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!
Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything
Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]
Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?
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Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny
Ellie:...hey Danny
Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm
Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?
Danny:
Ellie:...its a fair question
Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.
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Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)
(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)
Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet
Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,
Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.
Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head
Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing
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Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)
Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:
Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--
Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*
Ember:
Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice
Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*
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Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)
Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing
Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees
Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?
Sam: probably
Danny: hm.
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Snippet 27: digging up cold case
Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....
Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)
Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along
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Snippet 28: sparring
Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting
Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.
Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.
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Snippet 29: daytime surprise
Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...
Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?
Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to
Phantom: *flips him off instead*
Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom
Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!
Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.
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Snippet 30: guilt
Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn
Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:
Damian: can i....
Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm
Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry
Danny: hm... I forgive you
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Day 17
Double Penetration
MINORS DNI
Warnings: amab soft dom bottom masc reader, Sub top Cater, double penetration, reader referred to as "sir", Cater's signature spell (he fucks with his clone), lil orgasm denial, lil pain play
"Ah," you sigh softly as you settle down in Cater's lap, his cock nestled deep inside your hole, filling you nicely. You could have him like this, and be satisfied, but both of you want more tonight. Glancing over your shoulder, you meet the heavy gaze of Clone Cater.
"Are you ready to join us, love?" you ask.
"Yes please, sir," the Clone Cater stumbles out of the chair from where he'd been watching you from, joining the two of you on the bed.
Original Cater has his eyes shut tight, trying to keep his breathing controlled and slow. His arms are wrapped around your waist, clinging to you tightly. You nearly let him fuck you (it could be fun to make his clone wait and watch), just because he looks so cute trying so hard not to. Fondly, you remind yourself he'll be rewarded for his patience.
The Clone Cater makes himself comfortable behind you, taking the lube from where you dropped it on the bed, and slicking up his fingers.
"Good boy, there we go," you hum as he presses them into your hole, rubbing against Original Cater's cock. Cater gasps at the sensation, and tightens his hold around you. The feeling of his fingers stretching you open around Original Cater's cock makes your own dick throb and leak as you imagine what it'll feel like to be so full.
Clone Cater makes quick work of stretching you open, and you know it's because he's eager to slide himself inside of you.
"Can I fuck you now, please sir?" Clone Cater begs sweetly, rutting himself impatiently against your ass.
"Yeah," you moan, your nerves tingling with anticipation, "I'm ready." Clone Cater wastes absolutely no time with sliding his fingers out, and lining himself up with your filled hole.
You run your fingers through Original Cater's hair, distracting yourself from the uncomfortable stretch that is about to come. He preens under the attention, his green eyes fluttering open to look at you adoringly.
Clone Cater slowly, but surely, presses himself inside of you, rubbing alongside himself, and causing Original Cater to whine.
You tug on Cater's hair when the stretch teeters on painful. He nuzzles into your touch, however rough it may be, and though it's faint, you think you can feel his cock twitch inside you.
"Feeling okay?" you ask Original Cater, who is panting into your skin. He takes a deep breath, and tightens his grip around you, trying to steady himself.
"Yeah," he whines, "I- uh-" he gasps when his clone presses deeper into you, rubbing against his cock, "I should be asking you that."
Overwhelmed with affection, you lean down to capture his lips. Clone Cater must figure this is the perfect time to thrust the last few centimeters of his length into you, because that's exactly what he does. You and Original Cater both moan at the action, mouths still pressed against one another in what barely passes as a kiss.
"Fuck," you sigh, pulling away to lean back against Clone Cater's chest. Part of you wants to wrap a hand around your weeping cock, but you know that you're already so worked up, that doing so would cause everything to end far too quickly.
"You feel so good," Clone Cater moans, holding onto your hips tightly.
They're trying to behave for you, mostly keeping their hips still, letting you adjust. It takes a good minute, as the stretch is almost unbearably uncomfortable at first. Slowly, you relax, the pain and discomfort eases away, and arousal sinks deep into your loins. Shakily, you raise your hips, then sink back down onto their lengths. Both moan at the feeling.
"Move," you finally command, and they don't need to be told twice. Original Cater is the first to move, and he jerks his hips quickly into you. He can't help it, being on the edge for so long. He's never been good at cockwarming.
You toss your head back as Clone Cater begins to move his hips, joining his original. As soon as Cater pulls back, his clone pushes forward, never leaving you empty. You feel so full, their cocks rubbing against every nerve inside of you. It's better than you could have ever imagined.
"Ahh, gonna cum, hah, wanna cum, oh can I?" Cater asks you, fucking you like an animal in heat, and giving you the puppy eyes to match.
You reach out, taking his hair into your hands, and tugging him close to you.
"Already?" Clone Cater teases, cutting off your attempt to grant permission. Cater whines, hiding his blushing face in your chest. He's pressed so close to you now; your cock rubs against his stomach.
"I think you should- ah- wait until sir has cum," Clone Cater suggests, angling his hips to press even further within you. You gasp, clinging to Cater as his clone fucks you hard and deep. Luck is on Cater's side if he has to wait for you, for you can feel your own orgasm quickly approaching.
"Can't," is all Cater whines pitifully. Looking at his clone with watery eyes.
"Wait," Clone Cater insists, "ah, cum when I do," he cups Cater's face with a hand, then leans in to kiss him. That's what pulls you over the edge. Your vision whites, and you clench like a vice around their dicks, letting your weight fall back against Clone Cater. You barely register it in the moment, but Cater ignores his orders and follows seconds after you, cumming inside as he gasps your name against his clone's lips.
Clone Cater, for all his talk about waiting, cums soon after Cater. He's whiny and clingy as he fucks you through his orgasm.
Overstimulation hits you hard and fast. Suddenly the stretch is too much, and you let out a pained whine. As Cater helps you off his lap and onto the bed, all you can think about is how exhausted, sore, sticky, and euphoric you feel to be loved by him.
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i need content of codywan that just started working together like the first few months where their dynamic is cody barely resisting the urge to strangle his general and obi wan being like. already fucking head over heels for him.
like cody was expecting someone highly impressive based on his records so he obviously is excited to work with him cause his batchmates already met him on kamino and genosis and they all liked him which was, looking back, probably a prank on codys sanity and his bastard gremlin vode were absulately dying laughing at him. anyway so he obviously has high expectations and then this slutty "hello there" mf turns up with no self-preservation whatsoever, a feral demon child of a padawan, half the republic tailing him for every bullshit imaginable and beef with EVERY SINGLE SITH EVER???? WHICH HE SOLVES BY ???? FUCKING FLIRTING WITH THEM????? so you can imagine codys not having a great time.
meanwhile, obi wan daydreams about cody constantly. draws up their wedding invitations before even meeting him. praises him every opportunity he gets. kicks his feet and giggles about codys sarcastic comments ABOUT HIM while being in a room with CODY. stops talking in the middle of his sentence when he spots cody across the room and waves at him with the biggest smile possible. sets up regular sparring practices with the vode just so he MIGHT have an opportunity to be close to cody. labels the time when cody accidentally fell on him because of an explosion and touched his lips for 0.00001 milliseconds as their first kiss and gossips about it to quinlan. calls bant regularly to update her on everything cody does ever. buys every kind of tea and caf he can afford as an excuse to talk to cody and go into his courters. flirts with cody 24/7 and blushes tomato red when cody smirks at him and thinks about it so much he constantly walks into walls and tables and chairs and shinies and. breaks a table after cody stubs his toe into it. passes the fuck out when cody carries him this one (1) time, not bc of blood loss or anything simply too much attraction. constantly searches the force for codys signature even when they're not in the same system. calls him disgustingly sappy petnames in every other sentence. corners all of codys batchmates and asks thousands of questions about cody bc he cannot get them out of the man for the life of him and yes, wolffe, he absulately will die without knowing codys favorite color what kind of question is that. cody smiles once a month and obi wan thanks him everytime. cody hands him back his lightsaber for the first time and he proposes, loudly, cody ignores him completely and walks away. convinces anakin and ahsoka to drop "subtle" hints that he would be a good husband.
and everyone around them is having the time of their life watching codys right eye twitch whenever he's in a room with kenobi long enough while the man himself doesn't take his eyes off the commander during the entire 4 hour meeting and blushes everytime cody looks at him without a fail. cody barely refrains from throwing his datapad at his general when he suggests some self-sacrificing bullshit again.
it's truly like:
obi wan, beaming and eyes possibly gleaming with adoration: hello there, cody. how are you today?
cody, grinding his teeth together: fine, sir. wanted to talk to you about this report cause it's seems to be mistaken. surely, you're not thinking of blowing yourself up just so that TWO man, who are not even in any immediate danger whatsoever, can escape. right?
obi wan, brightening even further bc he loves their daily "banter": oh but of course, my dear, they're valuable men and anyway, i promised anakin he'd get to use the explosives this time.
cody, right eye starting to twitch horribly: right, of course, stupid of me to ask. one more thing, general, you wouldn't decommission me for anything i do, would you, sir ?
obi wan: what– darling, of course not. why would you–
cody: alright then [punches obi wan then walks away]
obi wan:
obi wan: i'm so in love with that man.
it's said that to this day obi wan still giggles in the most inappropriate times about that punch because cody was SO HANDSOME YOU DONT GET IT MACE THE LIGHT HIT HIM JUST RIGHT AND–
anyway codys hatred lasts till obi wan saves rex by putting himself in danger and when they get back, both bruised and bloody but amazingly alive and obi wan smiles at him like he always does with rex draped across his scarred shoulder, something in cody just settles and thinks. oh. oh. so this is what bly was talking about.
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