#did he really get cloned?????????????????????????????

[greatatuintheworldturtle]

"God and I'm supposed to be the evil one?" The villain chuckled to herself, the 3rd margarita at the Islands restaurant they'd settled on causing a wave of giddiness. The situation was absurd from her perspective. Hours ago, she was frantically looking to escape from her latest evil plan blowing up in her face and now her nemesis was tearing into a teriyaki burger with fries and a comically sized glass of Blue Moon discussing a partnership. Out of all her Machiavellian machinations, she never would have expected this outcome in a million simulations.

"Hey if you're asking me to move to the Bay Area to be closer to HQ, I'm gonna need to be able to keep up with the Joneses. I wasn't the one who needed the relocation so bad, remember?", the fallen hero said, wiping teriyaki sauce off chin.

"it's just- that's like 3 times the median salary for most of my henchmen."

"To be fair, I knocked out like every single one of those henchmen the last time I defeated you. It's not like I'm not bringing a lot to the table here", he said, gesturing with a ketchup covered steak fry.

"And I respect that, but I would be a bit more flush with resources to throw around if SOMEONE, and I'm not saying who, hadn't destroyed years of Death Ray R&D, not to mention the millions of dollars of equipment that exploded. See my problem here?" She was trying very hard to hold onto the mask of scientific objectivity that served her well in the mad sciences, but it was hard to keep the bitterness of defeat out of her tone.

"Fair, but we wouldn't be here discussing this in the first place if you had destroyed the world like you planned to. So there's that." The Fallen Hero had mostly finished his plate, sopping up the last of the ketchup with the few remaining fries. "But be that as it may, I'm not switching sides just to be poor for someone else. I'm talking about being a right hand man, a partner, not just some henchman.

The scientist nearly snorted into her French Dip. Was he serious? "Look, don't get me wrong the fact that you can take out an entire facility full of armed guards is impressive, but is it six figures impressive? Really? Hell if I wanted to I could clone you and have a dozen yous running around punching things."

"Alright, first of all, rude. Don't just tell a guy you're thinking of cloning him. That's just bad manners. Second, would these clones of you have valuable Intel regarding the Heroes Council?", he said, washing down the last swig of beer from his plastic stein glass.

It was hard to keep a straight face at that, but she did. She had been caught off guard by this turn of events, and hadn't expected the fallen hero to come at her with all the angles covered. OF COURSE she wanted the intel on her greatest enemies, but she had been hoping to low-ball him and then weasel info out of him for free as soon as he got comfortable. But he was asking for a quarter million per year, full healthcare coverage, including dental and vision, and a 401k pension with matching contributions. Hell, even SHE didn't have a 401k. She'd had to swindle despots and monsters with more money than sense in order to fund her latest projects and she was still grappling with how to tell them that not only had she appropriated the death Ray they'd commissioned, but also was seriously considering hiring the guy who'd blown it all up. It had been an interesting 24 hours, to say the least.

The Fallen hero noticed the mad scientist had paused for a beat too long and waved a hand in her direction. "Doc, you still there? Hello?"

Curses, he noticed my hesitation. No use trying to hide it now. " I can offer you the salary and the healthcare coverage, but the 401k is completely out of the question," she said, matter of factly.

The former hero stuck out his hand to shake. " You put that in writing, we've got ourselves a deal. I got the feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership."

The villain gives their customary “join me and we can be great” speech. The hero accepts.

[magicpiano]

I have seen multiple Demon Twins AUs where Damian sees Danny, assumes he is a clone and tries to kill him. Then after the truth is revealed, Danny is just like, "oh okay no big deal! He just thought I was a clone." Then they hug or something. But I disagree?

Yes, Danny is very forgiving of harm done to him, he is friendly with a lot of ghosts who have attacked him. But how friendly is he with people who hurt those he cares about? Even more so, those who aren't even sorry about their actions? I can see Danny forgiving Damian for trying to kill him. I am more skeptical about him forgiving if it was done purely because he was believed to be a clone.

Danny, who has a clone he actually cares about, would be more pissed by this explanation, not less. I can see him thinking something like, "Oh you thought murder was okay because they were a clone? You don't think their life has value?" This explanation would do the opposite of reassure Danny. I can even see him feeling a kinship, a brotherhood, with Damian's dead clones. I can see him, a dead teen himself, mourning them.

This isn't really fair to Damian for sure. He has a lot of legitimate trauma around cloning. Even more so if we use the idea that he (and Danny in this AU) were test tube babies. And he has worked so hard to grow and change and leave his more violent upbringing behind him. His long lost twin believing him to be nothing more than a violent murderer would hurt a lot.

But even so... No matter what their relationship was like before, Danny would not trust Damian after this. How could he trust someone who would have killed Dani?

Idk, I just haven't seen a single demon twins AU where Danny is defensive of clones and I think it is a huge missed opportunity for angst and drama.

[traincat]

Is Peter sympathetic to his villains?

It depends on the villain and the circumstance. He can be very sympathetic to his villains. He can understand a villain's motivations but lack sympathy for his actions. Or he can just actively not care at all. It's circumstantial.

(Marvel Knights Spider-Man #12)

These don't have to be like, costume villains either. He's famously not cool about violent street crime or anything targeting women or kids.

Peter, please, a man just died. (ASM v2 #42)

There's villains I don't think Peter, if written in character, should ever have sympathy for. Characters like Morlun, for example, or the Jackal, or Carnage.

There are characters I think he understands but should never be sympathetic towards. I think any sympathy he had for Norman Osborn died with Gwen, and then again with Harry. (This is part of the reason the Good Norman plotline bugged me so much. It wasn't really about making Norman Not Evil, it's just that even if Norman could be un-evil and was genuinely remorseful, I don't think it's good characterization to have Peter treat him with anything but scorn.) It's similar with, say, Doc Ock or the Lizard. These are characters Peter has traditionally felt sympathy for, especially the Lizard who, as Doc Connors, WAS his very good friend. But these are also characters who have committed acts so unforgivable that I think any sympathy Peter has for them should have rightfully died. (It hasn't, in the case of Doc Connors, but we all know Spider-Man writing has been beyond lousy the past decade.) In Doc Ock's case, it was bodyjacking Peter. In the Lizard's case, it's that he ate his own son. (Shed, Amazing Spider-Man #630-633. Don't read it. It's bad and it's also genuinely the most depressing Spider-Man story I've ever read.) There are characters like Sin-Eater, where Peter is just not ever going to be sympathetic towards him, and he's right.

(Spectacular Spider-Man #134)

But there are other villains like Sandman or the Rhino where Peter is sympathetic to their circumstances. It doesn't mean he won't punch them in the face, but he gets it, and it keeps him up at night. There's characters who started off villains, like the Prowler, who became card carrying members of his extended polycule his friends. There's characters like Vermin, where, yes, he was eating people in the sewers, but that is NOT his fault, and Peter understands that. (This is a Vermin stan blog. You have to read Kraven's Last Hunt, The Child Within, and The Death of Vermin to understand. CW for childhood sexual abuse.) You have Kaine, his clone, although most of the sympathetic rumination on Kaine's tragic backstory comes from Ben Reilly, his other clone. There's Harry, who has frequently been a villain, who Peter loves beyond reason and is so greatly sympathetic towards.

(Spectacular Spider-Man #183)

(ASM #599)

There's characters like Ezekiel, who, yeah, tried to kill him, but Peter has a relationship with them. A lot of people have tried to kill him. He can't hold it against everyone. And if you want to count J Jonah Jameson as a Spider-Man villain, Peter is sympathetic towards him and does love him, even if he would rather stick his leg in a bear trap than admit it.

In general, Peter doesn't tolerate or show any sympathy towards people who hurt his friends and family. Lay a finger on them and that's the big red line for him. (See above with Sin-Eater, who murdered Jean DeWolff, a detective who was friends with Spider-Man.)

(ASM #665)

(ASM #598) The face of a man who is about to get parts of his face ripped off. Literally.

(ASM #637) And Kraven's wife getting her face ripped off for her part in the death of his clone, Kaine. (He got better. She did not, but that's Kraven's fault.)

(Spider-Man and Black Cat: The Evil That Men Do #6) Heavy content warnings on this one again for childhood abuse, sexual abuse, and incest. It also retcons Felicia's backstory in a way I don't love, but it has really good Peter and Felicia interaction and the Peter voice is consistently strong.

(ASM #540) With the man who shot Aunt May. As a note, the black suit here is NOT the Venom symbiote, it's the cloth version of the costume. A lot of the times when Peter is written harder and he's in the black suit, there's an assumption that it's the symbiote, influencing him, and that's simply not true in 616. 90% of the time you see the black suit, it's going to be the cloth variation.

Which leads into a big case of Peter Is Never Going to Be Sympathetic: the Kingpin.

(ASM #542) Please please please read Back in Black please please please. It's so good it's my favorite it's angry Peter at his absolute best yes it leads directly in One More Day and no I don't care. You can stop after the Nine Felonies if that's a dealbreaker.

So the Kingpin is the big one for me, because he hits all of Peter's buttons. He's rich, he's corrupt, he thinks he's the most powerful man in the room. Those are all going to tick Peter off immediately, and that was before the assassination attempt on Mary Jane where the bullet struck May instead. He's just never going to feel sympathy for the Kingpin, ever, Wilson Fisk's gay mob boss son is disappointing him is not an excuse that's valid to Peter.

Then there are the villains that Peter isn't sympathetic to not because their actions are beyond his threshold for sympathy, but because he thinks they're total fucking losers.

(Marvel Knights Spider-Man #11) This comic is so deeply bro-y but also really fun, if you can take that much Mark Millar. This is Mac Gargan as Venom, by the way, not Eddie Brock, and Peter has always thought Mac is a gigantic loser. He's not wrong.

(Spectacular Spider-Man #145) He hates a little rich boy. Unless it's one of the two little rich boys that are in love with him.

(Spectacular Spider-Man #185) Don't make fun of the gay walrus, Peter, come on.

Then there's this fucking guy.

This is the Black Fox, an old gentleman thief who thwarts Peter at every turn by looking like a kindly old man and going "heyheyhey c'man man I'm just a little guy I'm just a little birthday boy" at Peter until Peter just lets him go and the Black Fox gets away with everything and Peter tells himself it won't happen next time and then it happens next time.

Every single time and Peter is left standing there like an idiot.

[archivewriter1ont]

I could see this happening. Except no one shoots at Cody... because 1. because Dad-mode Obi-Wan says he would have a heart attack if his kids/adopted bros started shooting at each other and 2. that trooper would have to face the wrath of an overworked, undercaffeinated Commander Kote.

The only person exempt from this is Rex, because in response to 1. he knows Obi-Wan is bluffing (based on their time in the slaver prison he thinks his brother's Jedi can survive anything) and 2. This man was raised with/by Cody. He has the typical younger sibling attitude of "you won't hurt me and if you do I'll ruin your life." He can get away with things that would make even Fox, the other crazy vod'ika, stare with his jaw hanging open.

Cody lets Rex get away with this stuff because he is still gripped by the typical older sibling mindset that Rex is a tiny little precious baby whose blonde head must be shielded from all harm.

Rex likes to irritate Cody because he is frustrated with this view...then he meets Hunter and goes "Knifey vod'ika. Must protect."

Cody is slightly irked that Rex stole "his" little brothers but at least now the Batch aren't just his problem.

I imagine that clones actually shoot at each other all the time. Like they miss every time on purpose and they always know where their bolts are going but if they bother each other they will pull out a blaster and start shooting. They just each trust their aim really well.

thire steals thorn’s caf and thorn pulls out his rotary gun and blasts a circle around thire. Thire stands still drinking the caf entirely unfazed.

[moonchild9350]

Perfect Love

summary: you and Jisung work together and he has two secrets: one that he really likes you and two he has a secret at home…his clone

pairing: Jisung x fab!reader x clone!Jisung

genre: sci fi au, coworkers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 8.2k

warning: spanking, unprotected sex (don't), creampies, squirting, clit play, voyerism, multiple rounds, nipple play, alcohol usage, other things essential to the plot i don't want to spoil

notes: andddd it's here, another part of the clone anthology series. this is standalone and you do not have to read the part one, but if you want to do so, it's linked below. let me know what you think!

if you enjoyed please like, comment, and reblog ♡

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©���moonchild9350 (2025)

Perfect Copy | General Masterlist

You love routine. You need routine. It’s what keeps you grounded and level headed as you go through this journey that we call life. Without it there’d be chaos, your life twisted, which is something you’d like to avoid at all cost if possible.

It’s a Monday morning and another work week is upon you, filled with meetings, projects, and listening to your clients harp on how slow you are at your job. You promptly get up and begin to make the bed, ensuring all of the wrinkles are smoothed down and pillows are fluffed and properly placed. Your stuffies that consist of a kitten and seal are placed strategically, each slightly catacornered so they can face each other accordingly.

You make your way to the bathroom and begin your routine, brushing your teeth, brushing and styling your hair, completing your skin routine followed by putting on your concoction of makeup creating the perfect neutral look. Satisfied with your appearance, you begin to put on your outfit that was carefully picked out the night before.

A beautiful ensemble of various shades of blue and beige, perfectly selected to impress the new client you would be meeting with. You loved to match your outfits to your clients personalities and if you’ve worked with them before, the genre that they most often worked with, wanting them to feel as if you are a good fit for them. After all, they are entrusting their work with you, relying on you to perfect and polish it so the mass of people will buy it.

You are an editor for Paperweight Publishing Company, a profession you truly can say you enjoy, unlike most of your colleagues. You love spending your day speaking with clients and reading the words they have carefully put down, often getting sucked into the world they have created.

As you fill your travel mug with warm coffee, you take a whiff of the aroma, smiling at the anticipation of tasting the nutty goodness on your tongue. Grabbing your work bag and keys, you exit your apartment, stepping into the rather shabby hallway. You may romanticize your life within the walls of your home, however, that feeling instantly fades away once you leave your little abode and enter the outside world.

The early morning hours are spent navigating the busy sidewalks, your heels steadily click clacking against the concrete and your coffee sloshing in your mug as you push through the horde of people on their way to their jobs as well. You are thankful it is a warm, sunny day, making your journey more bearable.

However, as the large, gray building comes into view, you feel your spirits begin to lift as you bubble with anticipation and excitement. You greet the security guard, something you always did as he would look out for you on your many nights spent late in the office.

Within seconds you were in an elevator, the box carrying you up to the fifthteenth floor where you spend majority of your day reading and typing away and getting to see him.

You spot your target in question preparing a cup of coffee at the beverage station, dressed to the nines. You smile briefly as you get to spend another day with him.

Han Jisung.

Another editor within the office, one that you have worked with on some occasions. His cubicle is right next to yours, where you can hear him typing away or clicking his tongue, a habit you notice he does when he’s frustrated or stressed.

He definitely fit the part, that’s for sure. Jisung always wore nice slacks with casual shirts, the fabric showing off his slim figure, one that you would kill for yourself. His hair was always slicked back with a tendril of hair dangling in his face, making him look cute and irresistible. His cheeks were round, almost full and eyes as big as saucers that shine as bright as the sun whenever he spoke to you. To top off his look, he wore a pair of glasses, the black rims perched perfectly on his button nose.

He was adorable, cute, and infuriatingly smart, so much so that clients would ask for him by name hoping to acquire his excellent services.

The best thing however, or at least to you, was that you knew his biggest secret: that he liked you. You see it in his eyes when he approaches you, the way he bites his bottom lip as he considers his next words that usually comes out in a jumble of nonsense. You see it in his gestures, how he lightly places a hand on your lower back as he ushers you into the meeting room or the elevator, a gentle smile on his round face.

On many occasions, Jisung has also brought you coffee, fixed just how you like with cream and no sugar and not too hot that you’d burn your tongue. Yes, Han Jisung likes you and does a terrible job at hiding it, but this just delights you more as it makes it easier to tease him and occasionally flirt with the man.

Because let’s face it, you like him too.

“Good morning y/n!” Jisung says cheerily, peeping over the divider that separates your desk from his. “Have a good weekend?”

“Morning Ji, I did,” you say with a smirk, not missing the blush that creeps up his cheeks at the nickname you gave him.

“Uh…t…that’s good,” he squeaks before disappearing from view to sit down.

You snicker and log in to pull up your calendar for the day. It’s a pretty light day for a Monday, with the meeting with the new client being the only time consuming task on your list.

“Let’s knock this out,” you think as you pull up the last work you were editing before the weekend began.

It was easy to get lost in the paragraphs, your eyes carefully roaming line after line, making sure thoughts were complete and grammar was perfect, making suggestions where you saw fit. This story was a good one, a thriller that left you hanging by a thread as you contemplated who stole the precious jewels from the centuries old manor.

You were just about to finish up the second to last chapter when there was a soft knock, the noise startling you out of your little world you were just in. You peered over your shoulder to see Jisung gazing at you shyly, a cup of coffee in his hands.

“Thought you may need this,” he said and quickly walked over to your desk to set it down.

“Thanks, I could definitely use the caffeine,” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

Jisung chuckled but the laughter quickly died down as he watched you bring the cup to your lips and take a sip, your eyes closing as you savored the warm drink. He was whipped, completely and utterly whipped.

He remembers the first day you started working here, all confidence and smiles, completely stealing his heart. You were absolutely stunning with your long hair and beautiful body that he’d love to reach out and touch. Does your skin feel as soft as it looks? Does every inch of you smell as sweet as your perfume that he gets whiff of every morning when you walk in the office?

Jisung believes it all to be true.

He finds little opportunities throughout the day to speak to you or be near you, the latter not hard as your desk was next to his merely separated by a thin divider. The only issue is he clams up whenever he gets near you, his pulse quickens and sweat beads his brow, his hands feel clammy and he’s sure he sweats through his shirt.

He nearly passes out whenever you tease him, give him fleeting glances, or when you purr at him, your voice soft and sweet drifting through his ears like silk. Yes, he’s whipped for you.

Jisung doesn’t think you know of his crush on you, at least he hopes you don’t. He’d be devastated and embarrassed, so he really hopes he’s not obvious in his encounters with you. Besides, there’s no way you would like him back, especially with the secret he has.

“Earth to Jisung!” You say, snapping him out of his reverie.

He blinks and shakes his head, noticing the smirk that’s plastered on your face as you grip the coffee cup tightly. He feels his cheeks heat up and his heart race at his negligence.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He murmurs as he shifts his weight from side to side.

“I asked how is the project going?”

“Oh, pretty good. Mrs. Newman is pretty pleased with the edits so far and has been prompt with her responses. I think I’ll be done with the first edit by the end of the week.

You nodded and seemed pleased. He definitely didn’t want to seem incompetent in your eyes. He loved his job, loved helping others achieve their dreams of writing and publishing a book, it was no easy feat after all.

“Good, good. You were a good match for her,” you said.

“I think so too.”

“Well, I should get back to work. I have a deadline coming up myself. Thanks for the coffee and chat.”

Jisung nodded and watched as you swiveled to face your computer, your fingers tapping away at once on the keyboard. He took a deep breath and let it out before walking back to his desk and settling in, pulling his laptop close to get to work. Jisung will find a way to get to know you better. He’ll need to be on the look out for anything going on the weekend so that you two could hang out. — — You sigh as you come across a particular tough spot in the paragraph, your fingers tapping on your desk as you pondered if you liked the sentence structure. You took a sip of the coffee Jisung brought you, draining the last of it in one go. It was thoughtful of him to bring you a cup, especially since it helped revive you a little.

He was definitely trying to find a way to talk with you, that much you knew and you’re pretty sure he was thinking about you. You remembered the glazed look he adapted on his face as he stared at you, watching you take sips of coffee in between words. You loved watching him in these moments, wondering what part of you he was thinking about. Was it your hair? Your outfit? Your body? Maybe one day you’d find out.

Until then, you had a novel to finish editing and it wasn’t going to happen by itself. However, a quick look at your watch made you think otherwise, as you had to make it to your meeting. Saving your work, you gathered your laptop and hurried to the meeting room, smiling as you noticed your new client was already seated.

You closed the door and settled down before beginning your speech on how you work, deadlines, and what to expect if you take them on. Your client seemed impressed and enthusiastic, wanting to sign right away. You gladly accepted and produced the documents they’d need to sign.

Once the meeting was over, you bid your leave and left to go back to your desk, a soft smile on your face. Another client and another successful day. You were very pleased and wanted to celebrate, but didn’t know what you could do.

As you approached your desk, you noticed a folded up piece of paper, your name written in sloppy yet neat letters. Opening up the paper, you noticed it was a note, a short message scribbled on the lines.

‘Y/n, how would you like to go to a party with me this weekend? -Jisung’

You grinned as your heart skipped a beat. What was this, middle school? You found it cute however, knowing he probably wrote the note over a few times before settling on what is now written.

Sitting down, you grabbed a pen and wrote ‘yes’ in delicate letters before folding it back up and then sliding it through the crack in the wall. You heard Jisung jump and then a rustle of paper. There was silence for a moment and then a little yelp. You chuckled to yourself as he must have been shocked by your answer.

You began to check your emails when you heard a soft knock behind you and then a little cough.

“Um, y/n?”

You turned around in your chair and eyed the man standing in the entrance way. He turned his gaze upwards as he took a breath and then let out it.

“About this weekend, the party is on Friday. I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Sounds good Ji,” you said with a smile.

Jisung made a sound in the back of his throat and backed away, running into the wall in the process. You tried not to laugh as he quickly scurried away in embarrassment. This weekend was perfect as you wanted to celebrate your success of the week and a party was the perfect place to do so.

Jisung was nervous. He’s already had to change his shirt twice due to the sweat that kept accumulating on his skin. However, he willed himself to get it together and so far, everything has been good. He checks his outfit in the mirror, satisfied with the slim fitted shirt he chose with his jeans and sneakers.

He fixed a stray piece of hair and grabbed his wallet and keys and was about to head out of the door before he stopped in his tracks, forgetting to let the other member of the household know he was leaving. They were no where in sight and time was passing by. He’d be late if he wasted any more time, so he found a piece of paper and scribbled a quick note stating where he was going.

Leaving the note on the kitchen table, Jisung left the penthouse and made his way to his car. The ride to your apartment was not long as you lived only twenty minutes away. As Jisung pulled up, he spotted you standing in front of your building, your head turning left and right as you looked out for his car.

As Jisung parked the car by the curb, he took a moment to take you in. You were beautiful in your outfit, more stunning than ever. His mouth hung open as he eyed your curves, accentuated by the dress you were wearing. He felt a warmth in his belly, the blood rushing down to his cock.

Jisung took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm himself. The last thing you needed to see as you got in his car was his soon to be boner. As you opened the car door, a rush of cool air filled the car, rustling Jisung’s hair as you got in.

“Hey Ji. Don’t you look nice,” you purred as you settled in.

“Th..thanks,” Jisung muttered as he focused his attention on the road.

He carefully pulled away from the curb and began to drive, his hands holding the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

You took an opportunity to look at the man next to you, eyeing how he had an iron grasp on the wheel and little beads of sweat on his forehead. The poor boy was nervous you could tell and that delighted you.

‘Tonight was going to be fun,’ you thought as you adjusted yourself on the seat, your dress riding up your thighs slightly.

You smirked as you heard Jisung inhale softly, his hands squeezing the wheel even tighter. He didn’t say anything the whole ride, which was fine to you as you came up with your game plan.

As Jisung pulled up to your destination, you couldn’t help but be in awe of the house. There was a large lawn sprawling with people, some hanging around and chatting, others dancing as music poured out of the house. Jisung helped you out of the car and guided you to the entrance, his hand warm on your lower back.

Inside, the place was crowded, with people packed everywhere. Music blared from speakers hidden somewhere in the house, the base so loud, the house felt like it was vibrating. The atmosphere was electrifying you had to admit and you could feel the excitement brewing, as you were ready to let go and enjoy the night.

Jisung guided you further within the crowd until you approached the kitchen, his eyes on the spread of liquor that was on the counter.

“What would you like?” He asked, turning to face you with a questioning gaze.

“Hmm, rum and coke please Ji.”

Jisung nodded and walked over to the table and grabbed a cup. He swiftly made your drink and handed it to you which you accepted graciously. Taking a sip, you relaxed as it burned down your throat and settled nice and warm in your stomach. Jisung grabbed his drink and faced you with a big grin on his face.

“So…”

“Jisung! You made it!”

You turned toward the new voice, deep but loud in the crowd. A blond haired man with a wide grin bounded up to you two, his eyes sparkling even in the dim lighting.

“Felix,” Jisung replied sheepishly.

“And who is this? Wait, don’t tell me this is the famed y/n!”

You regarded Felix for a moment, scrutinizing his face and taking in the freckled that littered his baby face. Then you turned to Jisung and stared at him questioningly with your eyebrows raised.

Jisung blushed and looked down before clearing his throat.

“Yes it is. Felix this is y/n, y/n this is Felix.”

“I knew it! Wow, they really are gorgeous. I mean look at you, you are absolutely stunning in that outfit!”

You smiled and thanked Felix, relaxing in his presence. How could you not with his sunshine personality.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Nice to meet you y/n and talk to you later Jisung.”

Felix turned on his heels and scurried away, blending in with the crowd.

“Sorry about that. Felix can be….very enthusiastic.”

“That’s okay Ji, he seemed nice,” you replied with a gentle smile letting Jisung know it was okay.

He smiled back and then gestured to the dance floor. “Wanna dance?”

“Mhmm. Let’s finish our drinks and maybe grab one more or two and then go?”

“Sure thing. Whatever you want,” Jisung said as he stepped closer to you.

You downed the rest of your drink and poured yourself another. It wasn’t long before you felt a little tipsy, your body feeling light and the man in front of you seeming even more appealing. Jisung kept up with you and you could tell he was a little tipsy as well.

With each passing moment, he scooted closer to you, his big boba eyes on you, taking you in. He really was gorgeous with his heart shaped lips and muscular frame. Your eyes kept darting down to what looked like a tattoo peeking out of his shirt. You wondered what it was of, the design seeming intricate from what you could visualize.

His voice was like honey, sweet to your ears as he spoke, chatting away about something or another. You honestly stopped paying attention ages ago, opting to stare at the man in front of you and memorize his features so you could lock it into your brain.

Jisung was rambling, he knew he was as he was nervous, his heart pounding in his chest. He was definitely not sober anymore, his head feeling like it was floaty and more words spilling out of his mouth. You were staring at him, your eyes darting around his face as if you were looking for something. He took sip after sip of his drink and kept talking. Damn, why couldn’t he shut up.

He could tell you weren’t paying attention but you continued to listen to him, bringing your drink to your lips to take a sip. He felt his heart flutter each time, his mind wandering to how your lips would feel on his. Maybe he could find out? You seemed interested and you both were slowly gravitating towards each other as the tension rose between you two.

Jisung watched you down your drink and he did the same. He took your cup and set it aside along with his. As the music continued to play and those around you danced, shouted, and laughed, he walked closer to you. So close he could feel the heat radiating off of your body, feel your warm breath on his face laced with the scent of the coconut rum that you were just drinking.

He swallowed before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours, softly, gently, the music fading out as he focused on you. You eagerly responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his around your waist, pulling you even closer until his body was pressed against yours.

Your fingers drifted through the little hairs at his neck, teasing and pulling as Jisung deepened the kiss. The music played, people talked, but you two paid no attention. Time passed as you two made out, the tension growing, the tendrils wrapping around you two and the heat rising.

You let out a moan against his lips as he pressed his knee against your pussy, applying the slightest pressure that made your body tingle with pleasure. He did it again and again until you were gasping, whimpering ‘please’ over and over, you body grinding against him. You could feel his bulge, nice and thick, as he rocked his hips into you, his breath coming out in puffs of air as he nipped at your lips.

Jisung pulled away to rest his forehead against yours before murmuring, “Let’s find somewhere quiet yeah?”

He pulled away and grabbed your hand to guide you away from the kitchen, through the crowd and up the stairs until you got to a hallway. You could tell he was in a hurry, desperate to get you alone and devour you. Door after door he tried until one opened, the space dark and empty.

Jisung pulled you in and slammed the door, locking it behind him. He didn’t bother with the lights but instead pulled you to the bed before bending you over until you front pressed against the soft sheets.

You could hear him panting, the sound of his zipper and pants lowering. You felt his hands on your back, his fingers drawing patterns only he knew down your spine until he got to your ass. You yelped as his hand came down on the flesh, before the fabric was lifted to expose you.

“Damn baby, so wet,” he murmured, his fingers touching and pressing against your soaked panties.

You were wet, incredibly so. But how could you not be with how he has been teasing you, touching you, kissing you. You needed him and you weren’t too shy or proud to beg.

“Fuck me Ji,” you cooed getting on your hands and knees so you could look back at him.

Your eyes drifted down to his cock, now in his hands as he slowly stroked the shaft. He was average length but thick, his hand barely able to wrap around his length. You smiled as he stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to drag your panties down your thighs.

“Spread your legs baby,” he said as he stared at your pussy, his eyes widening as he watched your labia spread open with the movement.

He groaned as he watched a string of your arousal drip down, his mind going crazy at how beautiful you were.

“Pretty pussy,” he groaned as he brought his tip to your entrance, brushing it up and down your folds and gathering your slick on his cock.

Your breath caught as you felt the tip breach your entrance, his length spreading you open. You breathed in and out, in and out, willing yourself to relax as he pushed in, slowly inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you. He stilled, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back and your ass.

You felt full, the pain turning you on even more. “Move Ji, please,” you begged, needing to feel him even more.

Jisung didn’t wait any longer but instead pulled back until he was almost out and then slammed his hips into yours, causing you to shriek. He adapted a fast pace, his hands griped your ass tight, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you knew it would leave a mark.

He fucked you hard and fast, his moans tumbling from his lips as he chanted your name. God you felt good, your pussy wrapped around him, pulling him in with each thrust. Jisung glanced down, watching his cock slide in and out of your pussy, your ass jiggling as his pelvis collided with the flesh.

He wasn’t going to last long, but by the sound of it, he could tell you weren’t either.

“Ah Ji!” You moaned as you felt your orgasm build, the familiar warmth building and spreading slowly but steadily throughout your core.

“Come with me baby, please, please,” Ji whimpered as he increased his pace even more, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room mixed with the cacophony of both of your moans.

As he gripped you harder, you let go, your high hitting you hard. Your cries were music to Jisung’s ears and your walls pulsing around his cock pushed him over the edge. He let out a loud groan as he filled you with his cum, stilling his hips so you could take it all.

Your high slowly ebbed away and you began to feel tired, exhaustion taking over from the mixture of alcohol and your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered as you felt Jisung withdraw his cock, his cum seeping out of your hole.

You were in and out of consciousness, only slighly aware of him cleaning you up and redressing your lower half. You felt him lay you down on your side gently, the bed dipping as he moved to lay down next to you. Before you slipped off into a deep sleep, you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his thumb rubbing circles into your hips.

And everything went black.

Your head was pounding, the pain radiating across your skull and to your eyes. You felt sore all over. What the hell happened? You willed your brain to catch up, to think back to the night before. You went to a party with Jisung and you both talked and kissed and he fucked you.

Your eyes flew open, an action you immediately regretted as the bright light of the room blinded you and sent a sharp pain throughout your head. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes again only to be met with Jisung who was perched on the side of you, his eyes on you as he stared intently.

“Ji?” You questioned, wondering why he was looking at you like he was fascinated and in awe of you.

The more you looked at him however, you noticed some things were off. His eyes were slightly larger, the brown orbs that you’ve come to love baring down on you as if he was staring into your soul. His hair was different too as it seemed shorter and straighter.

“Are you okay?” Jisung asked as he continued to gaze at you.

You eyed the man next to you, who seemed completely fine and not affected by last nights activities. You took the opportunity to quickly look around, taking in the large space before you. You were lying on a couch, the cushions soft and comfy. There were large windows on the far end of the room, the sunlight pouring in and causing your headache to get worse.

“I got you some water and painkillers,” Jisung said as he grabbed a bottle of medicine and a cup filled with water.

He shook out two of the pills and handed them to you followed by the glass. You accepted the items and tipped the pills into your mouth and gulped down the water, the liquid sliding down nicely as you were parched.

“I’ll make you some breakfast once you’re ready.”

You stared at him as he smiled at you, the action seeming so…mechanic. Something seemed off about him. Why wasn’t he suffering from a hangover like you? Why did he seem so…robotic?

“Okay…” you said cautiously as you gripped your glass tighter.

You adjusted yourself on the couch, jumping slightly as Jisung scooted even closer to you. What the hell is going on?

“Ji, what are you…”

But your words died down as Jisung rounded the corner, his hair wet after a shower. He had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, and was pulling a hoodie over his head as he walked.

You looked at the man kneeled next to you and then to Jisung who was coming closer with a smile on his face when he noticed you were awake. You must be dreaming…you had to be because there were two Jisung in front of you and that is just not possible.

“What the hell is going on?” You shrieked as you jumped off the couch, the jisung who was next to you toppling over onto the floor. “There’s two of you?!”

“Y/n! Wait! I can explain!” The other Jisung pleaded, his eyes large and worry etched on his face.

You shook your head and looked for your bag and shoes. Finding them, you grabbed them and ran for the door, your fingers fumbling on the locks. You needed to get out of here and fast because you were obviously losing your mind.

“Please, y/n! Please let me explain. There are two of us! This is my clone y/n. please don’t leave.”

You froze in place as you listened to Jisung’s words. His clone? The fuck. Is that even possible? No, definitely not. This wasn’t some sci-fi movie. You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Slowly you turned around to see who you assumed was the original Jisung look at you with pleading eyes. The other Jisung, the clone was standing next to the couch, their gaze locked on you once more.

“Please…” Jisung softly said, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

You were curious, wondering how this was possible. There was only one way to find out and that was to hear Jisung out.

“Okay.” — — A little while later, you were perched nervously on the edge of a bar stool in his expansive kitchen, as he sat in front of you and the clone standing rod straight next to both of you. You sat silently waiting, as you sure as hell wasn’t going to be the one to start this conversation. Jisung seemed to be considering something or pondering how he wanted this to go as his face was scrunched up, his teeth biting his bottom lip over and over.

Finally he looked up and took a breath before saying, “First, welcome to my penthouse. We were both pretty intoxicated last night so I had him pick us up.”

You briefly glanced at the clone but quickly looked away as he was giving you a gentle smile.

“This is my clone, I call him J. He was special made as I was curious as to how it would be with a clone. I love it and think everyone should have one, I mean look how handy he was last night.”

You had no idea that there were people out there buying clones for their personal use, the thought only in books and movies, or so it seemed. But here one was, an exact replica of Jisung, the man you’ve worked with for years.

“You know I like you y/n, I mean how can I not. You’re smart, funny, and absolutely stunning. And it got me thinking, maybe you can be not only my partner but J’s too, yeah? What do you say?”

Date both of them, two Jisung’s? You felt a little uneasy, the concept new and foreign but there was a slight appeal to it as well. Two lovers, both the same person, same body…same mind?

You looked up to see a hopeful look on Jisung’s face, his big boba eyes wide and staring into your eyes, his lips slightly parted in anticipation of your answer. You then turned to catch J’s gaze, how he was staring at you intently, seeming to anticipate your answer as well. This was definitely an odd situation, but you liked odd and were always willing to try new things.

You gave a brief nod and Jisung jumped up excitedly to pull you into a bone crushing hug. You giggled at his enthusiasm and wrapped your arms tightly around him as well. Your hug was cut short however, as Jisung pulled away just to crush his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

You melted against him, playing with the tendrils of hair at the nape of his neck, smirking against his lips as he let out a low groan. His body was pressed against yours, his cock semi hard against your thigh causing your pussy to clench in want.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom hmm?” Jisung purred.

It was a flurry of movement as you both rushed to his room, your eyes darting to each room you passed. You didn’t hear J behind you, hot on your heels until you all were in Jisung’s room. You were pushed onto the plush bed, Jisung pouncing on you in the next moment, his hands everywhere as he attempted to get your clothes off.

As he was pressing wet kisses to your neck and squeezing your breasts, you couldn’t help but noticed J standing in the corner, his eyes full of lust on you.

“Umm Ji, what about him?” You asked as you attempted to push Jisung away.

“Don’t worry about him baby, let’s let him watch yeah?”

Let him watch? You eyed the man standing in the corner and took in his stance, his mouth slightly parted and a bulge starting to form in his sweats. As J bit his lip, you let out a moan succumbing to the predicament you found yourself in.

You turned your attention back to Jisung, who at some point had removed his clothes, his toned chest and dusky brown nipples present. Your eyes roamed his chest and landed on his tattoos, delicately placed on his chest which made you gasp. You ran your fingers over the designs, watching as Jisung let out a shaky breath, his eyes closing as you touched him.

“Mmm feels so good,” he sighed as he opened his eyes to find yours.

“Yeah? My pussy feels even better,” you cooed, smiling as you watched him stroke his cock, his wrist enveloping the head with a squelch.

Jisung pushed your legs apart and sheathed himself inside you in one fluid motion before he set the pace, snapping his hips sharp but slow, so his cock could reach deeper within your walls. You cradled him to your chest as he let out a whimper, playing with his hair as you eyed J in the corner.

You smiled as you caught his bottom lip trembling, his eyes wide as he watched Jisung fuck you, his hands reaching down to grip at his cock within his pants. However, he’d quickly drop them to his side as if he were in trouble, his eyes sparkling as tears formed in them.

“Come here J,” you said, your heart going out to the clone.

J scrambled over quickly and stopped at the edge of the bed, his eyes on yours as you bit your lip. He felt like he was going crazy as he stared at your beautiful face, scrunched up in pleasure. His cock was hard and leaking and he wanted nothing more than to be inside you. Maybe if he’s good, Jisung will let him fuck you, make you scream his name instead.

“Stand there and watch J, watch as I fuck our girl.”

J let out a whimper but watched nonetheless as Jisung thrusted within you over and over. You were close, the thought of J coming in his pants at the sight of you being fucked spurring you on as you felt your high build, steadily until you let go, your pussy spasming around Jisung’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cream around my cock,” Jisung grunted before he crashed his lips to yours.

He kissed you gently, lazily as he came inside you, rocking his hips into you, causing you to whine out at the feeling of his warm cum coating your walls. Once he emptied the last of his cum within you, he withdrew with a smirk, his eyes traveling down to your pussy, stuffed with his seed.

“They’re all yours J,” Jisung said as he stepped aside, sliding his pants back on quickly just to sit on the bed, placing your head on his lap.

J slid his sweats and boxers off, his cock finally free from its confines. You smirked as you took in his length, thick just like the real Jisung and leaking with precum. He stepped between your legs and focused his gaze on your pussy, his eyes dilating at the sight of your engorged clit, red and puffy as your slick mixed with Jisung’s cum slid down your ass.

“Go on J, touch em, make em feel good,” Jisung said from behind you.

J slowly reached a finger out and pressed it to your clit, his cock twitching as you moaned. He applied more pressure and began to circle the bud, his eyes on yours as you succumbed to the pleasure. You whimpered as his finger slipped from how wet you were, the sensation ebbing briefly before returning as he was eager to continue pleasuring you.

Jisung grinned as he watched his clone touch you, proud that he was letting his instincts take over. However, he wanted you squirming under his grasp and begging, so he urged J to go ahead and fuck you, to make you feel really good.

You eagerly watched as brought his cock to your entrance and pushed, a loud groan falling from his lips. He felt good, just like Jisung, the thought driving you insane. He began to thrust his hips, albeit sloppily at first before finding a good rhythm.

Steady moans left your lips as J fucked you and Jisung played with your breasts, brushing his fingers against your nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You watched J’s face, taking in his eyes, wild with lust. His eyes were glued to where his cock was disappearing into your hole, mesmerized by how you were sucking him in.

He suddenly brought his finger to your clit once more and rubbed hard and fast, grinning as you squealed and squirmed, the sensation becoming too much. However, Jisung held you tight against him, so you had no where to run, leaving you at the mercy of J’s cock and fingers.

It didn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, your release gushing out at the overstimulation as J didn’t slow down but instead picked up the pace as he chased his high. His moans rose in pitch until he let out a deafening groan, stilling his hips against yours as he released himself within you, his breath heavy as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“So good,” Jisung murmured in awe as he watched the two of you come down from your highs. “Let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

You laid there as both men took care of you, closing your eyes as they cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheeks, lips, neck, until you were clean. Jisung tucked you into bed and pressed a kiss to your head before you drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the afternoons activities.

And so your life changed, your routine looking different now. Instead of waking up alone, you had either Jisung or J next to you, sheathing their cocks within your walls and rutted into you slowly as they whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You left for wrk with Jisung, both of you discussing your projects and clients, and spending late nights together just to go home to find a warm meal waiting, cooked by none other than J himself. You became used to the clone around the house, finding the subtle differences between the two men to distinguish between them, such as the way J walked with long strides but yet cautious, his movements always seeming mechanical.

Jisung showed you how to update the clone, to ensure his hardware ran smoothly, and wouldn’t malfunction. He answered all of your questions and was patient with you, always showering you with kisses afterwards. Every time you asked him about where he got the clone made however, Jisung would dodge the question, changing the subject immediately. You found that odd, but maybe he was sparing you from the details due to the process.

You lived a life in luxury, getting used to the views from the penthouse, watching the sunrise from the balcony on days off, succumbing to the seduction of your boyfriends as they made love to you as you watched. You couldn’t believe the turn of events, having everything you could have ever wanted in your career and love life.

But, you always knew to accept things at face value, to understand that after many sunny days, storms will come.

Both Jisung and J were out, shopping for the month as they always do, leaving you behind to have some time to yourself. You were browsing the shelves in Jisung’s office, gazing at the many books that you knew were only there for show. There were some good titles there however, and you felt sad that they had never been touched or opened so others could get lost within its pages.

You came across an interesting looking title and pulled it from the shelf, deciding settle in and read while the boys were gone. Surely Jisung wouldn’t mind you borrowing one of his books right?

You made yourself some tea and settled into the couch, draping a blanket across your legs and opened the book, just for a bunch of papers to slide out. Startled, you froze for a moment, slightly panicking that you had ruined the book. The longer you stared at the pages however, you noticed that it seemed like a document of sorts, one that seemed pretty important.

But why was it tucked away in a book and not in a folder?

You picked up the papers and read over its contents, disbelief filling you as you came to realize what it was.

“Take this clone in exchange for your services…” “They will be sitting at the cafe this Sunday in jeans and a black shirt…” “Must be discreet.” “Clone can help you on future jobs.”

What was this? A meeting of some sort that had to be done in secret? You shifted the pages to look at the others, and what you saw made your jaw drop.

“Jenna…Angela…Mia…Jason…Silas…”

Name after name you read, the horror spread within. This was a diary, one to remember all of the names of his victims. The answers all fell in place as you continued to read, how if Jisung took care of these people, how he would be rewarded with a state of the art clone, one that only a billionaire could afford.

Jisung was a hitman.

You were astounded, not sure what to think or say. No wonder he would always dodge your questions when you asked how he got the clone. The clone was a gift for blood.

You heard voices outside in the hall and quickly scrambled to gather the papers up. However, Jisung walked in the door followed by J and saw the horrified expression on your face.

“Baby what’s…” but before he could finish the sentence, his eyes landed on the book in your hand, the papers sticking out haphazardly.

You watched his face drain as he realized you knew his secret, his double life so to say. As he opened his mouth to speak, you held up a hand and threw the book at him, causing both men to scuttle back to avoid being hit.

“What the fuck Ji! You’re a hitman! A murderer! And he’s collateral!” You shrieked.

“I’m sorry baby…I was going to tell you at some point, but it never seemed like the right time!”

“Not the right time?! I think when I asked about his origins would have been the right time but what do I know. And now you’re taking advantage of him, making him come along with you as you do your dirty work. You’re disgusting.”

“Baby please! Please listen to me!”

“No! I’m leaving and I’m taking J with me.”

Yes, you would take the clone, free him from this servitude life. He was innocent in all this, part of a trade. You knew how to keep his hardware up to date as Jisung taught you how, even letting you do it some times. Yes, J was better off with you.

J looked between you and Jisung. He was horrified at the implications, that the man who brought him to his home was such an evil person. He was torn however, not wanting to leave Jisung but wanting to stay with you as well.

He watched as you walked around the penthouse, gathering your clothes and personal effects, Jisung scurrying around behind you, pleading for you to stay. You were having none of it however, as you didn’t even slow down, opting to ignore the pleas of your lover.

J decided he would go with you, keep you company. He could love you just as much as Jisung did. He can provide for you, make sure you’re well cared for and loved. He quickly hurried to his room to pack a few things, making sure to grab all of the essentials he would need.

Once he was done he came out of his room to find you at the door, two large bags in hand with Jisung trying to reason with you. You grinned as you saw J round the corner, bag in hand ready to leave.

“You too?! No! J, you have to stay. Don’t go with them, they don’t know how to care for you like I do,” Jisung begged, a glint of something evil in his eyes.

J is used to this look, one reserved only for him in their most quiet moments, alone, away from prying eyes. However, he let it show in front of you, giving up his charade. J was glad Jisung took notice of you and fell for you, brought you in his life.

He was saved because of you, treated nicely, like he was something more than an object that was made in a lab somewhere. He scrambled to your side and followed you out the door, the screams of Jisung following close behind as he shouted obscenities at the two of you.

You didn’t stop however, but continued to walk to the end of the hall where an elevator was waiting. You let out a sigh as the door closed shut and looked over at J who was gripping his bag with an iron grasp.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll go to my place,” you said.

J merely nodded and continued to stare ahead. You both quickly walked to your car and got in, neither one of you looking back as you drove away. You passed the fancy buildings where only the rich lived until you arrived in the not so safe part of town, your apartment building coming into view.

You both scurried into your place, setting your bags down in relief, happy to be away from that situation of a man.

“I will call the authorities,” you said as you held up the book, filled with the proof you’d need to turn Jisung in.

You didn’t care what happened to him, all that you know is you want him to pay for the crimes he committed, the lives that he snuffed out all for a clone, as if they were nothing.

Once the deed was done you sat down and smiled, looking around your familiar safe space, your items all in place, just how you like it. — —

It was easy to fall back into your routine, the kind that you thrived on, that made you feel sane. The only difference now was that J joined you in your everyday activities, caring for you, loving you, and becoming your second half.

You couldn’t be more happier as your simple life fell back in place, all with J by your side.

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Hello!

Can I please request this prompt for your event with the beautiful Sargeant Hunter???

“You love me?” || “I always have”

hello! sorry this is so late, but i hope you enjoy it!! i always liked thinking of pabu as a place where people don't lock their doors and neighbors drop off baked goods to each other just because they wanted to share, like small new england towns in the 80's, so this is kind of based on that

Not Exactly How One Plans a Love Confession

words: 1,230

summary: Hunter originally doesn't want to tell you how he feels, but after you overhear him talking to his brothers, he decides to take the plunge.

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Everyone talks about falling in love like it’s a boulder that rushes down the side of a mountain, mowing down the unsuspecting people standing in its path. But for Hunter, things came on a little bit slower than that. Maybe it was the fact that he was still adjusting to life on Pabu and experiencing so many new things each day, but after a while he didn’t even question the way he felt about you, or the way your lives had become so effortlessly intertwined. 

Shuffling out to the kitchen one morning (with a particularly egregious case of bed head), he barely took note of the fact that there was already a steaming pot of caf waiting for him, and he grabbed a muffin from the basket sitting on the counter without a second thought. It was only when he moved to sit down and enjoy his breakfast that he realized the confections were new. They still didn’t have much in the way of material possessions (despite being here for almost a year now), and a wicker basket like this definitely wasn’t on any of the lists he and his brothers had made of all the things they still needed to fix up and buy. 

As Hunter took a sip of his caf, Crosshair stepped into the kitchen, signature scowl on his face as he filled a canteen with water from the chiller. It wasn’t a shock to see him awake, since he slept on the couch most of the time. “Those better be good,” he said plainly, gesturing towards the muffins. 

Hunter wasn’t quite awake enough to catch his drift the first time around, and he just looked at Crosshair in confusion. “What?” 

“Your girlfriend woke me up when she left them on the counter,” his brother responded. “She walked in like a gundark in a china shop.” 

Hunter just raised his eyebrows, his mind having not even registered the fact that you were never referred to by name, but he knew exactly who Crosshair was talking about. “I doubt that’s exactly how it happened,” he said. “If it was that loud, are sure it wasn’t Wrecker who brought the muffins in?”

Crosshair raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure. No one else would be humming when the sun isn’t even up yet. You know, the two of you should just hurry up and get married, or at least invite her to move in. Maybe then I won’t get woken up by the door slamming open at 0600.” 

Although still half-asleep, Hunter did catch Crosshair’s words the second time his relationship with you was referenced. “Shut up, you know she’s not my girlfriend.” 

Crosshair snorted. “I don’t know a single person who would wake up at the crack of dawn and break into my home to leave freshly baked muffins and start a pot of caf this way she knew I ate something.”

“That’s because no one wants to be around you,” Hunter shot back. 

The sound of someone descending the stairs stopped Crosshair from whatever he was going to say in response, and it was Echo who stepped into the kitchen next. “Good morning,” he said sleepily, trying to stifle a yawn as he shuffled over to the caf machine. “Where did the muffins come from?” 

“A little fairy dropped them off before sunrise,” Crosshair said, raising his eyebrows as he looked over at Hunter. 

Echo nodded, knowing exactly what Crosshair meant. “Make sure to thank her today when you go over there,” he said. 

“What makes you think I’m going over there?” Okay, his brothers were right, he did plan on seeing you today, but Hunter didn’t really want to admit that so easily. 

“We know you,” Echo responded. “And even if you don’t want to admit how you feel about each other, it’s kind of obvious.” 

There were only so many times Hunter could vehemently deny the accusations before he broke, and apparently this was the moment that his defenses came crumbling down. “Fine, I will make sure to thank her.” 

Crosshair gave him a look. “And you’ll tell her how you feel?” 

Without even thinking about what he was saying, Hunter spoke in response. “I’m not going to just tell her that I love her without even going on a date first.”

Both Echo and Crosshair’s eyes widened, but they didn’t even get a chance to make a joke about the situation, because a new voice had entered the conversation. “You love me?” 

Silence fell over the area in an instant, and all eyes turned towards the doorway, where you were standing. The sound of the front door closing behind you made it clear that you had just arrived, and there was a basket of fruit in your hands, no doubt a gift from Shep and Lyana, who you were very close with as well.

Hunter froze, his mind racing as he weighed his options. 

Did he lie and try to save face? But what if you felt the same way? 

Did he own up to his feelings? What if that ruined your friendship?

Whatever was going to happen though, it was clear that Crosshair and Echo had no intentions of being part of it, because they cleared out so fast it was almost as though they dissipated into thin air, and Hunter couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse. The room seemed so much emptier now, and the silence was starting to grow awkward. 

Well, the damage was already done, he thought, before taking a deep breath and speaking. “I think I always have,” he said, getting up from his chair as you took a few steps closer to him. “Even if I didn’t realize it until a little while ago, and I wanted to tell you in a slightly more acceptable way.” 

You laughed, taking the final few steps so that you were close enough to take his hand. “I’ll admit it’s not the most romantic way to find out,” you said. “But I don’t care, I love you too.”

If he was dreaming, he officially never wanted to wake up. “Really?” 

“You’ve become such a big part of my life that I don’t think I ever want to go back to the way I lived without you,” you said. “I’ve lived on Pabu my whole life, but you make it feel like so much more of a home.” 

Okay, now Hunter was trying to keep from tearing up (even though he would never admit it if asked). “Can I kiss you?” he asked, moving even closer. 

“Yes,” you breathed, before finally closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to his. He could hear the basket of fruit clatter to the floor the moment his hands found your waist, but at the moment, he didn’t really have it in him to care. 

When you finally broke apart, he couldn’t help but smile, saying the first thing that came to mind. “By the way, the muffins were really good.”

You just laughed before leaning in to kiss him again, a quick peck this time. “If that was your way of saying thank you, I’m certainly not complaining.” 

“Well then, allow me to fully express my appreciation.” 

Hunter supposed he might have to eventually thank his brothers for getting him to admit things, but he wasn’t ready to admit that just yet.

- the end -

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WIP excerpt behind the cut; "the one where Kon's soulmark is fake". I remembered that, like, SEVERAL of my older WIPs are just a hot mess at the starts of their tags and also realized that I had posted like, very little coherently-connected parts of specifically this one's beginning, for some reason? Despite the fact that I love hurting and being hurt?? Somehow???? TERRIBLE oversight on my part, gang, sorry, here y'all go, enjoyyyyy~ 💙 (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon is sort of fucked-up in a lot of ways, but he didn't deliberately get the tattoo. Like–he's not that fucked-up. Hell, even Black Zero wasn't that fucked-up. 

Black Zero's Westfield didn't even give him the tattoo, actually, so maybe that's part of why they had a better relationship than Kon did with his version of the guy. Kon would also have hated the asshole a lot less if not for the tattoo, probably. 

But his Westfield had made damn sure to give it to him.

Kon doesn't remember much before he got broken out of the cloning tube, but he does remember getting the tattoo. It'd taken a really long time, and it'd been the first time he'd ever felt pain. So like, it'd made an impression. 

He hadn't even known what it was for, then. Hadn't even known what it was supposed to be. A brand? A method of identification? Some kind of weird serial number analogue? 

Not so much, it'd turned out. 

Superman's soulmark is a gorgeous Kryptonian sunrise spread out across his chest, bold and bright and beautiful. It looks like the rising truth and the clarity of a new beginning and the very literal physical manifestation of hope. 

And Kon's tattoo looks exactly like it. 

Except for the part where it's obviously just a tattoo, of course. 

Tattoos don't pass for soulmarks, after all, which is the only reason Kon has the damn thing to begin with. Westfield hadn't wanted him to make the mistake of thinking that he was a real person, or to make the mistake of thinking that anyone was ever going to give a fuck about him as the person that he was. He was a clone, an experiment, a weapon, a thing. He didn't have a soul or a soulmate. Didn't have a mark. 

He got over that. Like, it sucks? It really sucks. And he still hates it. But he'd gotten over it. 

Or he'd thought he had, until he'd found out who Superman's soulmate was. 

"What?" Kon says, staring blankly. 

"Dad's my soulmate," Jon repeats, pointing at the Kryptonian sunrise spread out across his chest, brightly illuminated by the noontime sun as they stand on the dock at the edge of a little pond on the outskirts of Smallville. "Why, who's yours? Or don't you know yet? Like, has it not come in?" 

"Clones don't get soulmarks," Kon says, wanting very, very badly to just throw up and die. 

"Huh?" Jon says, looking actually surprised. Kon continues to want to throw up and die. Or maybe bury himself in magma in the center of the planet and stay there 'til he suffocates. "But I thought everybody got soulmarks!" 

"Naw," Kon says instead of fuck you, because the kid's ten and doesn't deserve that. 

"Why not?" Jon asks, because again, he's ten. Ten and apparently as emotionally intelligent as a pudding cup, but whatever. Not like Kon's never had this conversation before. 

Never with Clark's kid who is apparently so much his kid as to be his literal fucking soulmate, which no one ever thought to mention to the stupid shitty clone in the past like four months since Clark had finally admitted to the secret identity that Kon had long since figured out thanks to Hypertime bullshit, but whatever. He only even officially met Jon a couple months ago. 

Probably they all figured it just wasn't his business, he guesses. 

Which–it's not, really. It's not his business. It never has been. 

It's not. 

"I mean, I'm sentient or whatever, but I'm manufactured," Kon tells the kid with a shrug. "Therefore no soul, therefore no soulmate, therefore no soulmark. That's all." 

"You don't have a soul?" Jon asks in bewilderment. 

"Naw," Kon says again, with another shrug. "So like, we gonna swim or what?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah," Jon says, still looking bewildered. 

So they swim. 

Kon, obviously, doesn't take his shirt off for it. 

Jon, mercifully, doesn't ask why. 

It's fun, aside from being the worst afternoon of Kon's life. They fuck around for a couple hours, then fly back to the farm after and mostly dry off on the way, and Clark comes out to meet–well, not them, obviously, but Jon. Jon lights up at the sight of him and throws himself straight into his arms like he's never once had to question whether or not Clark would ever want him there, and Clark smiles down at him like he's the most important person in the world. 

Kon should just count himself lucky that Clark trusts him enough to leave him alone with his kid for more than thirty seconds and be grateful. 

What Kon actually is, of course, is jealous and angry and fucking heartbroken. 

Jon is ten. Kon was manufactured two years ago. Clark had a real kid long before Kon was even a theoretical spark in a scientist's eye. 

And Jon had Clark the whole time Superboy was just desperately hoping that Superman would decide he was worth his attention. Worth the "S". Worth . . . 

When Clark had offered him a name from his family–specifically a name from an adopted member of his family–Kon had been . . . stupid, a little, and thought that it might've been, like . . . another step. Like he'd hoped that Superman even letting his weird stupid clone wear the "S" to begin with might've been.  

He hadn't been a complete idiot or anything. He'd known Clark would never, like–want to keep him around or have him too close or anything. He'd just thought that maybe he'd . . . that someday he might've . . . 

Kon isn't a real person. Like–obviously he's not. It isn't subtle. Hell, he'd have known it even if Westfield hadn't bothered tattooing him with a copy of Clark's mark. And really, he guesses he should be grateful Westfield didn't tattoo his own soulmark on him, whatever it was. 

Just, like, of course he's not Clark's . . . family, or whatever. Of course he's just like that one weird kid from down the street that somebody occasionally invites over out of pity who only learns the family secrets by accident or through osmosis and isn't actually kept in the loop or anything. Kon knows that. 

But watching Jon beam up at his dad and Clark smile down at his son is still making him want to curl up and die right here and now. 

Kon does kind of wonder what it's like to be, like . . . loved, or whatever. 

Everybody always makes it sound really nice. 

"Dinner's about ready," Clark says. "You two mind setting the table?" 

"Sorry, I gotta get going," Kon says instead of admitting he has no idea how to set a fucking table, especially not to whatever Martha Kent's standards are. Cadmus did not actually see fit to educate him on typical household chores and he has very rarely ever sat down at any semblance of a normal family dinner. Like, in Hawaii they all just ate wherever and not even all together half the time, and Cadmus has a cafeteria, and Young Justice just dumps a pile of junk food or takeout on the nearest unoccupied surface and they all just go to town on it like the weird gaggle of semi-superpowered and usually-ravenous teenagers that they are. 

He could look it up on his phone, and he probably will later, but there's no way he's gonna run the risk of getting caught looking it up on his phone. Like–no. Never, thanks. Miss him with that particular little bit of "further proof of being a fake person" humiliation. 

So it's . . . whatever, he guesses. 

"Well, that's alright, we'll just have to catch you another time," Clark says with a polite smile that looks nothing like the one he was just wearing for Jon, and doesn't even fake like he's disappointed or like he's gonna miss him. Because like . . . why would he, after all? 

Kon misses him all the time, but Kon's the pathetic counterfeit of a person with a copy of said person's soulmark tattooed on him. 

"Yeah, sure," Kon says, thinking longingly of suffocating in the center of the planet. 

Sometimes he thinks about what's gonna happen when he finally gets his dumb ass killed and whoever, like, autopsies or embalms him or whatever sees the tattoo. Thinks about what they're gonna think, if they . . . 

Superman's soulmark isn't a secret or anything. Clark's gotten smashed around too often for the suit to have kept it covered all this time. So like, if someone ever saw the tattoo on Kon's chest and didn't know that Cadmus put it there . . . 

Like . . . well. The natural assumption would be that Kon got it on purpose, obviously. That Kon was actually, like, that fucking pathetic and disturbed of a person. 

He never wants anyone to see it. Never wants anyone to know. Never . . . just never. None of it. Ever. 

And Clark will never smile at him like he smiles at Jon, so maybe Clark will just never know about the tattoo either. Maybe that's a thing that Kon can manage. 

He's managed it so far, at least. 

Kon goes back to Cadmus and buries himself in his eternally unmade bed in his cramped little disaster of a room and desperately tries to not be the absolute fucking freak that he is. 

He definitely fails at not being the absolute fucking freak that he is. 

He cries about it for a little bit, like that's something he even has the fucking right to do, and tries so fucking hard to forget how Jon's very real soulmark had looked when he'd stripped his shirt off and bared it so unselfconsciously. Not even deliberately or proudly–just as a simple, inalienable fact. A thing that he knew. A thing he just had. 

Although Kon wouldn't even care about the stupid goddamn mark, if Clark would ever look at him even a little bit like the way he looks at Jon. 

He tries not to think about the way Clark would actually look at him, if he ever found out that Cadmus had tattooed his fucking kid's mark on him. 

Kon's never let himself think too much about Clark's mark, on account of not wanting to torment himself that bad. He'd just vaguely assumed that it was Lois at some point and then just shoved said assumption in a box and drowned it in concrete and made sure to never, ever take his shirt off in front of anyone else or any possible cameras or spy equipment or anything similar. Ever. 

He should've known it wasn't Lois. It's a Kryptonian sunrise. Why would it be Lois? 

If it were Lois, though, Kon wouldn't care this much. If it were Lois, it'd be a romantic mark, and Lois is straight-up gorgeous and a total fucking badass, yeah, but Kon doesn't, like, want her or anything. There's nothing to be jealous of there. 

So of course it's not Lois. Of course it's not romantic. 

It's Jon, and on top of that it's a mark that only actual Kryptonians would ever share. 

It's Clark's real kid. The one he had long before Kon was even a single strand of stolen DNA or a cell in a cloning tube or even a scribbled theoretical on a whiteboard or in somebody's notes. 

The one he actually wants. 

Not for the first time, Kon wishes that prick Westfield weren't too dead to punch. 

And while he's wishing for completely impossible shit that’s never gonna happen, he wishes he could've been able to stay in Smallville for that stupid dinner without fucking embarrassing himself, too.

[kotemf]

Stargazing

My first fill for @codywanfirstkissbingo 2025, kiss on the cheek.

Being away from Kamino was weird. It wasn't bad, Cody was glad he was out of there. It was a good kind of weird. A good kind of weird that wasn't letting him sleep.

The rooms in the Jedi temple that were assigned to the clones were so different from Kamino! The familiar buzzing of droids cleaning the corridors, the clashing waves, the constant storm outside, that was all replaced by the humming of traffic of Coruscant, the quiet gurgling of the water fountains somewhere in the temple, the occasional sounds of the animals that lived in the gardens... Even the smell was different, the Kamino facility always smelled like the cleaning product that the Kaminoans used to sanitize the place, the scent of the temple was one that Cody couldn't quite name but it was warm and comforting. He kind of liked how the temple felt but that didn't make it less weird.

Wolffe snored loudly at the other end of the room as he shifted a bit in his sleep. That was another difference from Kamino. While batches shared rooms on Kamino too, they all had soundproof bunks. Cody didn't really know how he felt about the beds they got in the Jedi temple. They were soft, which was a clear plus. And they could talk after bedtime or make sleeping piles sometimes, Cody was glad they weren't isolated for the night. But the snoring of his brothers, their breathing, the rustling of their sheets when they moved in their sleep... All the sounds were making it hard to sleep.

Cody finally gave up after almost an hour of unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep. He knew that he wasn't going to get in trouble if he went for a short walk, if he ran into some Jedi master, he would probably just be told to go to sleep. He was still careful not to run into anyone.

"Cody?"

Of course he wasn't successful. He turned around to see who found him. It was one of the padawans Cody's batch had a few lessons with. The one that Cody, for a reasons unknown to him, felt drawn to. It was a bit like when he saw Rex in the mess hall once and somehow felt that he needed to make friends with the younger clone. Only this was different, somehow. "Padawan Kenobi." Cody nodded in greeting. His instincts told him to salute to the Jedi, that's what the Kaminoans taught them, but the Jedi didn't like it when the clones saluted them.

The young Jedi chuckled. Cody wasn't sure what was funny. "You know, you could just call me Obi-Wan. Especially when we happen to meet in an empty in the middle of the night."

"That would be unprofessional."

"Is there a need to be professional at one in the morning in a dark corridor?"

"I suppose not," Cody admitted.

"Then you can call me by my name." The Jedi grinned and for some reason, that made Cody feel real weird. But it was a good weird, just like everything in the temple seemed to be. "What are you even doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep," Cody admitted.

"That makes two of us." Padawan Kenobi smiled again and manda, there was something wrong with Cody, his cheeks certainly shouldn't be heating up every time the Jedi smiled. "Come on, I will show you my secret spot."

"Your secret spot?" Cody repeated dumbly.

"Well, it's not that secret..." The padawan's cheeks darkened and Cody wondered if he should ask if he was okay. "It's just the place where I go when I can't sleep. It always helps me relax."

"Oh."

"So... Are you going?"

Well, this was technically an order, right? And Cody couldn't refuse an order, could he? So he had no choice but to follow the Jedi. "Okay. Lead the way." He let the other boy lead him through the maze of corridors that was the Jedi temple until they found themselves on the roof. What were they doing there? Cody was pretty sure they weren't allowed to go there.

Obi-Wan didn't seem concerned in any way. He just sat down at a random spot near the edge and looked at Cody expectantly. "Are you going to sit down?"

Did that classify as an order? Probably. "Of course." Cody settled down next to the Jedi. He still didn't know why did the Jedi lead him there. Would it be inappropriate to ask? Or would it look like he was questioning the padawan's orders? Obi-Wan seemed nice so far... He probably wouldn't mind if Cody asked nicely. "With all due respect... Why are we here?"

"You can't see it?"

Cody looked around. "I don't think so."

"Then look again," Obi-Wan prompted and it sounded a bit as if he was making fun of Cody. Was he? "Come on, Cody. Look straight ahead. What do you see?"

"The sky."

"Exactly! Isn't the view beautiful?" The padawan was looking at him with excitement in his pretty blue eyes. Wait. Did Cody just subconsciously add an unnecessary adjective? Why would he do that? Not that the Jedi's eyes weren't beautiful. It was just Cody has never been one for inserting extra words into his sentences, his thoughts were always straight to the point. So why did the Jedi's eyes somehow belong with the word pretty, his fiery hair with stunning, his voice with sweet, his soft features with cute and his whole being with perfect? "Uh... Cody?"

"Oh..." Cody realized now he never answered the question. He was acting defective. Maybe he should really get a medical check up. "The view is... It's nice." Only now he really took the time to look at the sky, at all the little lights above them and he couldn't help but gasp. The padawan was right, the view really was beautiful. Through not nearly as much as the young Jedi next to him. And there were the treacherous thoughts again...

"Right! Look!" Obi-Wan caught Cody's hand and guided it to point in a specific direction. It took Cody an embarrassingly long time to recover from the blackout that followed. He could barely focus on anything but the nice feeling of the Jedi's slightly cool hand gripping his own, pointing somewhere into the sky. "That's the Mudhorn constellation. And that there is called Jedi Knight."

"Oh." Cody didn't even really register the meaning of Obi-Wan's words but he sure liked to listen to his sweet, excited voice.

"Can you see that really small constellation? That's Wine Glass. Through I have no idea why is it called that, it looks more like a pencil. And right next to it is the Temple constellation. That one is my favorite. It supposedly looks like an ancient temple on Jedha. It's my favorite..."

Cody didn't even notice how much time has passed until the Jedi suddenly stopped babbling about the stars and said it was getting too late. He was right, of course. They were both supposed to be in their beds, sleeping. He was still disappointed. He was probably not going to get to talk to the Jedi like this ever again.

"... but maybe we could meet up again tomorrow?" Obi-Wan suggested. It took Cody a few seconds to understand what he just said but he couldn't be happier.

"Yeah!" That sounded way too enthusiastic... "I mean, I would like that."

"Great, me too. See you here tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, sure." Cody couldn't do anything but smile dumbly. He was so giddy! And then the padawan leaned closer and Cody's heart started beating so fast he was sure he was, after all, defective. His face felt so hot! What was it that the Jedi's presence was doi- Obi-Wan kissed his cheek gently before he quickly pulled away. Cody noticed his cheeks were burning red but the Jedi was already rushing away.

"See ya!"

Cody held his hand up in an awkward wave and was left standing on the temple roof, alone. But his heart didn't seem to want to stop beating ridiculously fast.

[tealmisthams]

Hello! I'd love to request Foxiyo and Accidental feelings reveal

(it was so hard to just narrow it down to one request!!)

Thanks so much for the request! 💙

I really enjoyed writing this one and, as necessary as my word limit is, I'm currently regretting it because I really wanted to keep going. 😆 I guess it's up to you to decide what happens next. 👀

It’s also here on AO3.

Fox cast a swift glance at his surroundings, ensuring that no one in the Galactic Senate hallways was paying him any attention as he approached the door to Senator Riyo Chuchi’s office. Confident that no one’s attention was focused in his direction, he casually knocked on the senator’s door and then froze. One of the few benefits of senators paying clones little mind was that standing at attention made him nearly invisible.

He waited exactly one standard minute before knocking once more. After the second minute, he checked once again that no one was watching, before overriding the lock on Riyo’s door and slipping into her office.

A quick glance at his chrono verified that it was now 1003, three standard minutes after the designated time of his and the senator’s daily caf appointment. They had established a protocol in which, if Riyo hadn’t been able to return to her office by the time Fox arrived at 1000, he would enter of his own accord. They weren’t doing anything illicit, of course. They were merely meeting for caf and a brief discussion, nothing more, but they had still decided that it was best to keep their meetings as discreet as possible.

They didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea and Fox made sure that his own mind didn’t get the wrong idea either. Riyo was his… friend? Not his coworker, that was for sure. She wasn’t an acquaintance either, though. Probably best not to put a label on it. More than likely, she didn’t see it as anything meaningful anyway. Whatever it was, caf with Riyo was the highlight of each of Fox’s dreary days. However he felt about her—and there was no real use in analyzing it—he resolved to just be thankful for whatever time they spent together.

Riyo’s office was empty, as expected, so Fox sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, as he always did, to wait for her. He pulled off his helmet and set it on the table. She’d likely be here any minute.

That was when he noticed the datapad perched at the edge of the desk. He was just about to shrug and pay the device no mind, when a word on the screen caught his eye. The datapad was not only unlocked, but open to a message conversation. Fox had never been one to invade someone’s privacy, especially not intentionally, but his brain was too quick. It processed the words on the screen before he could force himself to look away.

P: Have you figured out what you’re going to do about Fox?

R: Not yet. I just don’t want to ruin what we have now.

P: But if you have feelings for him, isn’t it worth taking a chance?

R: That’d be wonderful, but I don’t think he sees me that way.

“Fox, what-?”

Fox practically leapt out of his seat and away from the datapad, when he heard Riyo’s voice.

“Senator! Sorry, your datapad, I didn’t mean…” He couldn’t remember ever being this flustered in his life.

He felt heat rushing up his neck and he was certain his face must be as red as Riyo’s was now purple. She quickly snatched the datapad off the desk and held it against her body, almost like a shield.

“No, don’t be sorry!” she insisted, her voice equally shaky. “I’m the one who left it and now you must feel so uncomfortable. I’m the one who should be sorry.”

Fox stared at her for a moment. If someone had told him that Riyo could ever have feelings for him—feelings that reflected his own—he never would have believed them. But between the content of the messages he just read, the blush on her face that still seemed to be deepening, and the way her gold eyes were shimmering earnestly when she looked at him… the evidence was difficult to dispute.

“Did you,” he paused to awkwardly clear his throat, “mean what you said in those messages?”

Her gaze shifted away from his. “Yes.”

“What if I…” His voice faltered. He’d been trained to face all sorts of unexpected situations, but this was uncharted territory. And yet, it was territory that a part of him desperately wanted to become familiar with. Fox forced himself to take a breath and his next words were quiet, but steady.

“What if I have feelings for you too?”

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[goddessofroyaltyarchieve]

Okay but first of all the Council’s reaction: because they told Obi Wan to lead the clones into battle NOT get pregnant by one of them (how did you manage to mess that up so bad?)

Anakin thinks it’s HILARIOUS and is constantly finding new jokes from it. His favorites: - “the instructions were unclear I got my dick stuck in it” (”well… his dick stuck in me… well… I actually don’t want to think about it too much you get the picture”) - “I cannot believe you are one of those being’s whose type is a race” (”it’s the armor isn’t it? Come on, you can tell me, it’s the armor”) - “And see snips. This is why you must never get pregnant.” (anytime everytime Obi Wan suffers some symptom)

(Don’t worry though when the news of Padme’s pregnancy breaks Obi Wan gets his revenge starting with “what was it you said? ‘the instructions were unclear I got my penis stuck in her?”)

Oh and the shovel talk. Anakin is 100% serious for it and when Obi Wan finds out he is NOT HAPPY because 1) Very un-Jedi like behavior 2) “I’m already pregnant. It’s not like there’s anything to ‘defend’ me from” 3) “I can look after myself Anakin”

Really though it was just something Anakin had to get out of his system. Once he’s done it he’s cool with everything.

Seriously though, if anyone so much as BREATHES in a vaguely threatening manor towards Obi Wan they’re dead because the clones are NOT LETTING ANYTHING happen to him or the child (funny idea - it’s actually how Grievous dies in this version - Obi Wan isn’t even THERE but Grievous says something about getting at Obi Wan + the child and even with 4 lightsabers he can’t block all the blasters that get fired on him in like the 10 seconds afterwards.)

Oh and with Order 66 Palpatine comms one of the clones and they’re like “k cool, problem though - I’m like an hour off babysitting duty and if I don’t show up General Skywalker will try and steal the time and LIKE HELL I’m giving it up to him.”

And thus the Jedi don’t fall but instead learn a valuable less about the importance of family.

I need happy thoughts so how about Rex (or Cody, I'm not picky) getting Obi Wan pregnant sometime during the Clone Wars and all of the clones collectively decide that they won't let anything happen to their future niece/nephew and so they boycott order 66? With bonus Anakin giving Rex or Cody a terrifying shovel talk :)

Well seeing as I’m not picky either I’m gonna’ go with vague unspecified father of vague unspeceified…ness

(Also cut because this got REALLY LONG)

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[bunnieswithknives]

As much as I love angst I think it would be funny if he just didnt give af

[kacievvbbbb]

Some Goth Fam Modern AU headcanons I can't stop thinking about and will probably explode if I don't put pen to paper or in this case- Type to screen

Here we go. This is going to be a long one;

-Shanks isnt officially part of the goth family. Even though he's know these kids since mihawk had them, helped raise them is always there in the morning to take them to school and is practically their other father. Perona and Zoro still refer to him as "Mihawk's bum of a boyfriend" (byprodcut of hearing mihawk call shanks a bum one to many times).

-Zoro and Perona relentlessly troll mihawk for having only 2 friends and they are his boyfriend and business partner. even though perona herself only has like 1 friend and a gaggle of minions.

-Perona got a giant bear cut out all the stuffing and used to make a baby zoro wear the carcass of her destuffed bear. baby zoro was very chill about all this.

-People think mihawk is a housewife but he actually has a job with the government that nobody really knows what it is and nobody is really allowed to talk about. he just never goes in except for the once a month meeting where they threaten to fire him.

-They have a groupchat just the three of them called "The Family" and then another one with shanks sinces hes the one that actually drives them places called "the family and shanks"

-Mihawk is the type of person to get a family portrait every time the kids have grown to look significantly different from the last so every couple of years. They are all extremely giant and actually painted. these are the only family picture hanging on the walls. even tho mihawk secretly scrapbooks all the pictures shanks takes.

-Mihawk has had them since they were toddlers they still call him Mihawk tho. excpet zoro hits 13 and starts exclusively referring to him as Hawkeyes or "that guy".

-Mihawk is a crunchy mom tm and they grew up in an ingredient household. But because mihawk is a grazer at heart and zoro needs fuel like a truck and all their little friends all practically live at their house. Theres awlays charcuterie boards on hand. Zoro never had a pop tart until he went to Luffy's house one time. He asked Mihawk what fruit snacks are and he reacted like zoro just summoned the devil into their home. He's very Nara smith I cook all my kids meals from scratch coded. He's definitely running one of those mommy blogs and being really bitchy and personal attacky about the whole thing and hes not even trying to hide it. Literally two steps away from bring a mommy influencer. literally just needs the instagram page (which he has but doesn't know its run by perona).

-Despite this zoro and perona cant cook for shit. That one tiktok video of the woman showing her husband what she used to have for a midnight snake as a kid in an ingredient house and it was just a bowl of mixed vegetables is so them coded. Despite mihawk's nara smith tendencies once thye get to a certain age every meal but dinner is every man for himself. mihawk only cooks once and so raises a family of girl lunch havers and grazers. Zoro thinks a greenshake is a snack. his eating habits are a source of constant stress for sanji.

-Perona is definitely an influencer her content ranges from fashion stuff to content about her strange family (she tries to get them to make tiktoks and msot of the videos are just zoro's resignantion and mihawk's funnily shutting that shit down with a swiftness) and just stories of her weird family and her brothers even weirder friends. nobody can figure out what their family dynamics are.

-shanks definelty makes those "dealing my italian husband psychic damage videos" except they are like my Spanish-Romanian husband and mihawk get genuinely upset and every video ends witrh the threat of shanks being murdered.

-Nobody on these channels realizes that this mihawk is the same internationally recognized as the best swordfighter to ever live Dracule Mihawk.

-Zoro goes to the local community college with most of the gang while perona goes to a fashion college as a fashion/fashion history major. she lives on campus but is home every weekend tho so mihawk can do her laundry and restock her fridge.

-Only luffy and nami who are his childhood friends truly know just how fucking rich his family is even tho Zoro and the parent that zoro and luffy both weirdly share, despite not being otherwise related, look and act like bums. They meet the rest of the straw hats in college.

-At no given time do shanks or zoro even have 20 dollars on them something that endlessly frustrates everyone else around them. Usopp has bought one to many meals for zoro to be nothing other than incensed when he is invited to "summer" at their lake house thats more like a resort. Zoro can live in a converted mid century castle but Usopp has seen him pay for a sandwhich with a collection of change.

-people often wonder where exactly perona got her bratty attitude from because zoro and mihawk are pretty chill, composed guys. and then they see how mihawk acts around Shanks and the lenghts of childishness Shanks can push him too and then they

-Zoro and Mihawk are endlessly competing at petty meaningless activities espoecially if they involve cutting things with a blade. they have a running count into the 300s off how much mihawk has won vs zoro and he is endlessly smug about it. Zoro has only just begun to start clawing more victories for himself. He recently won their speed cucumber cutting challenge and mihawk was non to pleased about this.

-Adopted this one from a mutual; but Mihawk used to take Perona to all the twighlight, pop girlie, pastel goth stuff and pretends that its all a hastle even tho he's really into the stuff and has been since perona got into it.

-They are the kind of family that always had dinner together but would have every other meal wherever and whenever but since perona is away at college it became sunday lunch and dinner which just turned into sunday bruch for practically the entire neighborhood because zoro and perona keep inviting their weird friends over. and now its a whole thing and mihawk is none to pleased.

-Mihawk was about to be an empty nester and then s-hawk falls in his lap and heres another kid he has to look after and makes sure survives till adulthood 🙄. S-hawk ironically for all he looks exactly like him is the child that acts the least like him (This is largely zoro's influence) And he's definetly that stereotype of when you parents decide to have a kid in their 40s and they grow up in a completely different household than you did. like who even are these people?? S-hawk actually gets to have fruit snacks and zoro is still super salty about this. Because Mihawk was just off achieving his biggest dream with nothing better to do that to pout all his energy into being a parent to these two monsters. but now he has actually has a job that he actively needs to work at🙄

-Zoro looks baby sits s-hawk the most and like s-hawk is like 5 to zoro's 20 and zoro is definitely one of those people that doesnt "play" with kids instead he just folds s-hawk into whatever routine he has for the day without missing a step. He takes him with him to his classes at the community college. He pulls up a chair for s-hawk he has his own little notebook and everything everytime people try to coo at him Zoro tells them to leave him a lone the little dude's trying to learn here. He takes him to the gym like all those videos with dads and their babies repping sets. He gives s-hawk baby dumbells and teaches him proper form and everything. just goes about his life like there isnt a 5 year old trailing him like a duckling. Zoro puts on act for mihawk but he loves having a little buddy since chopper's kind of outgrown it.

-Zoro and Mihawk both talk to baby s-hawk like a regular person. Mihawk talks to him likes he's a distinguished gentleman with thoughts and opinions and who should know better than to fling food and toys and he often reads him the news. Zoro talks to him like he's just a dude definetly the type to have a beer with the baby while they sit on the couch watching sports. Perona and Shanks are the ones that actually treat him like a baby and baby talk him and shanks is definietly one of those parents that's always doing extreme sports stuff with a baby while Perona essentially treats him like a teddy bear / dress up doll. she and mihawk are the only ones allowed to make clothing decisons for him after the time he came home from a shopping trip with zoro and shanks looking like both a bum and a middle aged dad on vacation. Shanks was allowed to keep one tiny s-hawk sized haiwain shirt.

-Zoro essentially raises s-hawk like he's his child 😭. Like Junior and devante from Black-ish but he's less upront about this. He keeps adding things to the kid's schedule without telling Mihawk and essentially treats mihawk like the unwanted third in their relationship. He takes him everywhere with him. People would think that was his kid if he didn't look so intensely like mihawk. He signs baby hawk up for kendo classes from the age like 3 cause he'll be damned if he takes after mihawk's swordsmanship. He attends every practice he gets very intense during matches. its a whole thing. He also keeps signing baby hawk up for random extracurriclars that Mihawk can't keep up with and change depending on season. Baby hawk is in baby gymnastics with all the other seraphim. Zoro is very invested in this. Zoro the type to pull up to a heist with a baby.

[just-null]

I have never seen or read Demon slayer (and tbh I don't really plan to). And I've also never even heard of the clones up until your blog, so my only knowledge and understanding of them is almost solely formed on your interpretation. You made me want these guys in ways that are concerning feminism. I can't even think about picking up the manga because if the canon is somehow different by your interpretation I fear I would feel as if the canon ones were ooc. Like, no, Null never said they would do that🤨 does this guy Koyoharu even know what she's talking about??🤨🤨

Your cult leader loves background characters and tries give them as much love as the popular ones!!

bUT I TAKE A CHARACTER AND TRY PUSHING THEIR WORST QUALITIES ACCORDING TO MY DELUSIONS, SO THEY COULD BE JUST A LITTLE NICER OR WORSE.

sighs.. but tysm.. I try my best to make them in character as possible even if some qualities might irk you, but isn't that what makes them even more loveable? I hope I can bend the perception of more characters in due time.

Even if you did watch/read demon slayer, you wouldn't see these jerks until season thREE and EVEN THEN. SLAMS HEAD AGAINST THE WALL. WITH SO LITTLE SCREEN TIME. That's also probably why you haven't seen them around. they don't have much content or focus on their backstory, so the Fandom didn't get as attached. and I make it up with the scraps given.

holds your hands. I do recommend at least watching the scenes with the clones in the anime. their VAs did such a good job, I love both sub and dub. Sekido's grunts, Karaku's laughs, Urogi's laughs (and screeches), And Aizetsu's WAVERY VOICE all echo in my head constantly. I miss them.

[!!DEMON SLAYER AMOUNT OF BLOOD!!]

[dixieconley]

Thorn: You're not really evil at all! Fox: What? Who told you that? Give me their names or descriptions and a general location and I'll have them killed immediately. Thorn: ::tempted to start naming off senators:: Fox... I can see the tooka mug from here. I know the truth and it's that you're secretly hiding a soft squishy heart. Fox: ... Thorn: Do you know what the others are going to say when I tell them? This is priceless! Fox: Thorn. You made one mistake. Do you know what that is? Thorn: What? Fox: ::smiling evilly:: Not running while you had the chance.

[starry-bi-sky]

Ideas of what clone^2 duo looks like! The full body photos are before they got their suits, then with their suit designs below in a more cartoony-look

I thought anout giving Danny a jacket with his pre-suit look but. I didn’t wanna risk ruining the pose with an attempt to make a jacket

[mamawasatesttube]

i do firmly believe tbh that kesel & co intended kon to be a fully kryptonian clone of superman from the start, and only brought the "metahuman clone of paul westfield with a metagene to mimic superman's powers" thing in because of editorial and the last son mandate. kon introduces himself as a clone of superman, is recharged later in his solo by exposure to concentrated sunlight, and, crucially, in superboy/robin: world's finest three, is vulnerable to kryptonite. also, notably, during "the harvest" arc in superman comics a little later, he's vulnerable to red sun energy. this is before anything remotely to do with geoff's stupidass luthor retcon - kon's pretty much just written as fully kryptonian as soon as editorial isn't scrutinizing him after his debut. it's interesting to ponder...