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hey, so I don’t really use this blog anymore since I don’t write consistently like I used to, but I’ve been getting a decent amount of notifications for some reason. I’m glad that my work is still being enjoyed years later, but it’s all collected under a better format on my ao3 account (along with newer works!)

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i forgot i had this blog and suddenly i’m getting notifications for my old ace attorney writing. thanks guys <3 

[alwayskaysanova]

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

“Come over here and make me.”

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

“Please, don’t leave.”

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Teach me how to play?”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“I think we need to talk.”

“Kiss me.”

“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

“So, I found this waterfall…”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

“The paint’s supposed to go where?”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Marry me?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“It’s not what it looks like…”

“You lied to me.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Tell me a secret.”

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

“No one needs to know.”

“Boo.”

“Well this is awkward…”

Writer’s preference

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I did like a fucking double take looking into the AA tag like “hey, someone else wrote a fanfic like mine! with the same title! what?” turns out it’s just a link to my Ao3 post of it. 

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Sit Beside Me

"Apollo, what happened to you?"

It's been too long since Klavier has even seen his favorite little arch-nemesis, and long enough for Apollo to become coated in bandages. And with one over his left eye, Klavier's stomach drops, the blond rushing forward to the attorney in the courtroom lobby.

"Nothing." Apollo might be as good as his mentor in bluffing, but this was a ridiculously thinly veiled lie. Klavier grabbed Apollo's shoulders, met not with his red vest and white shirt but a thick, dark blue uniform jacket. Everything about Justice was wrong, what possibly could have done this?

"Please tell me, I can't - " There's a lump rising in Klavier's throat, all too familiar in origin.

"Let go of me." Apollo shoves off the prosecutor's hands, with a look that's almost poisonous. "It's none of your business!" And off he is, Apollo disappearing back into the Courtroom. Klavier's left cold, a choking anxiety rising up and he's not sure why he's suddenly feeling so empty and and sick.

The next time they meet, Apollo's worn out, the eyepatch no longer there (Thank god) but a lot of the other bandages still remain. He's too exhausted to even fight Klavier's rapidfire questions, or shove him off when Klavier throws an arm around the smaller man's shoulders.

Klavier's a little out of it too, instinctually dragging Apollo back to his apartment instead of wherever Apollo lives. He's chattering, not sure about what - anything, music, cases - to keep silence from overtaking them, and the attorney only softly hums in confirmation every now and then, like he might be listening. It's desperate, but Klavier doesn't mind, as long as Apollo is here.

"Why are we here?" Apollo finally speaks up, once he's seated on the couch in the main room of Klavier's apartment. His arms are crossed, everything about him stiff, and Klavier is overtaken by that sickening worry again. But now he's starting to get a more clear picture. It had been nagging him, but he couldn't point it out earlier.

"You could use a little rest and relaxation, Herr Forehead." Klavier replies smoothly, swallowing his doubts for now. Apollo flinches at the nickname, begrudingly turning his head to look the prosecutor in the eyes. He's utterly cold. Klav had managed to catch some of the press details on Apollo's case, but whatever the papers and tabloids had said never conveyed how much the case surrounding the murder of one Clay Terran had hurt. Klavier didn't see it until now. He looks like a wet cat, his already small form shrinking back and eyes red rimmed from god knows how much crying.

"That's it?" Apollo lets out a pathetic laugh, something in him cracking at that moment. "Look, if you're going to waste my time, then I'm going home." He moves to rise, but Klavier is already at his side, hands on the attorney's wrists and urging him back down.

Apollo fights him, tugging away from Klavier pulling him close, but eventually relents when Klavier plants feather light kisses over his throat, inching up to his face. This isn't the first time they've done this, but it's certainly been too long. Apollo lets a low groan of annoyance out, but makes no other signs of protest - so Klavier presses forward, licking and nipping at the brunette's skin until he reaches the collar of Apollo's shirt. With a soft sigh Apollo starts undoing his vest, tipping back on the couch until they're in a heap.

They both throw their shirts and jackets on the floor without a care, Klavier pressing his thigh between Apollo's legs and the brunette gasps sharply. The brunette's eyes have clouded over, heat driving him forward and he grabs Klavier's head, yanking him in for a kiss. It's sloppy and desperate, but Klavier doesn't care in the slightest. Apollo's fingers run through Klavier's hair, the brunette brushing his tongue over the prosecutor's and Klavier groans and bucks his hips against Apollo in revenge. Apollo squeaks, his body arching up until their chests are flush together.

And then he's being shoved off, Apollo skittering back against the armrest of the couch and Klavier sitting up to let the attorney go.

"I - I'm sorry, I c-can't - " Apollo chokes. His face is still flushed with desire, but tears have welled up and threaten to spill over.

"Apollo..." Klavier gingerly reaches forward, and when Apollo doesn't try to fight him again he cups his face and puts a gentle kiss on the brunette's forehead. "I'm not going anywhere." Klavier knew what he had to say, somehow -

Apollo just whines, starting to tremble in Klavier's hold, but his arms loop around the prosecutor in return and he buries his head into the crook of Klavier's neck.

"I won't go, either." He says with such determination, even with his voice shaking, Apollo is certain. Klavier laughs softly, stroking his fingers through the brunette's hair. 

"Come on, you could use a nap." Klavier stands, scooping Apollo up in his arms and Apollo protests rather quickly, kicking and squirming when he ends up cradled in Klavier's arms.

"I'm not a kid!" Apollo shouts. This was more like it. "Put me down!" Klavier just hums in reply, heading to his bedroom and Apollo's fighting so hard by now he practically drops the attorney on the mattress. Thank god it wasn't on the floor. Apollo's had some second wind, scrambling to get himself upright, but Klavier moves next to him and pulls him close again.

"I love you." Klavier says softly. He'd tried this in his native language too many times, but English was best - Apollo flushed a deep red rather quickly, going docile.

"... I love you too." Apollo says it like he's afraid someone else might hear. Klavier plants a quick kiss on Apollo's cheek, pulling the blankets over them.

"Now sleep, Herr Forehead."

"Shut up."

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You Say You Don’t Know

Kyle was sure he had become numb to it by now. At first he had always expressed alarm at Forde's injuries in battle, but he couldn't freak out every time. Every scrape, every bruise, every burn from magic... Kyle started to block it out. It was for the better. He had to focus on aiding the young princess Eirika, just as Ephraim had ordered...

Even when the Prince had rejoined them, there wasn't much time for celebration or relaxation. While the green cavalier had been prepared for the worst since the moment he knew Castle Renais had been invaded, it was only getting more and more difficult with every passing moment.

No, there was no need for sentimentality in war. But Kyle was only human. And there was that idiot Forde...

Too many distractions. Right now, he needed to focus on defending the throne room in Castle Rausten. The only way Forde would be important was if he was standing alongside Kyle, keeping the hallway closed to the intruders - and he was.

He wasn't sure if it was a surprise to himself or not, but he knew it was to everyone else regardless - A few seconds of head on combat, the red cavalier raising his sword against an enemy paladin. How stupid, Kyle thought. His sword won't reach as far as that lance. But no matter, Forde would dodge, he always managed to scrape by through some miracle -

The green haired man hadn't even consciously noticed it. He didn't know what had happened until he had already pulled free from the saddle, a yell tearing from his throat. Not that Forde was in any better of a position. The blond had managed to avoid serious injury, but was splayed out on the stone floor, face up and steel sword several feet away.

"Forde!" Kyle was at the red cavalier's side, pulling him up into his arms and only a weak wheeze came from Forde as a response. He must have had the wind knocked out of him. "Forde, it'll be okay, I - " Kyle stopped himself as Forde's expression grew panicked, staring past his best friend. The green cavalier didn't bother turning, and the red cavalier didn't bother waiting. He roughly shoved Kyle to the side, both falling to the floor unharmed and within seconds both had managed to get back to their horses. A swing and a narrow miss from a knight, Kyle noted - a stinging guilt already rising in his stomach at his own carelessness.

Without another word, they carried on for the rest of the battle, driving back opponent after opponent in silence.

"Kyle." He was lost in thought again, almost so much that Kyle didn't notice Seth addressing him. With a quick jump he was standing up properly, giving the General his full attention.

"Yes, sir?"

"At ease," Seth waved a hand, definitely wearing the on duty face. Kyle didn't relax in the slightest, but shifted his stance to at least pretend he might be. "I wanted to ask if you were doing alright."

"If I'm doing alright?" Kyle repeats incredulously, Seth's words hitting him like a punch. "Of course I am." It's time to keep things short. The less words, the less chance to mess them up.

"I caught a glimpse of a stunt you pulled in the halls of Rausten." There's definitely real concern laced into Seth's voice. But duty comes first. "It's unlike you, to put things simply."

"I... I know, Sir." The green knight swallows his uncertainty, but it still slips out. "I don't know what came over me. I won't do it again."

"That's good. That's all I wanted to know." Seth allows himself to smile, and gives Kyle a firm pat on the shoulder. "Don't overexert yourself. We need you." Kyle is almost shocked again, looking up at Seth with near confusion in his eyes - but nods in affirmation.

"Thank you, Sir." With this talk done, Kyle tried to relax. Still impossible. There was one other issue that needed to be tackled, notably that dolt Forde.

Rausten allows them to stay in some temporary rooms in the soldier's quarters of the castle. It's been a long time since Kyle has slept in an honest to god bed, let alone a bunk. And he's rooming with Forde. And Forde wanted the top bunk pretty badly. Kyle lets him have this one, it's fairly petty. Now the green knight is staring up at the slats holding up the mattress above him, hands folded together over his stomach.

They've gotten comfortable, but that same oppressive silence pushes down on them, the one from after Kyle did that life threatening stunt.

Forde has apparently gotten sick of it, his head poking out from the top bunk, ponytail flopping over the side of his head.

"Hey, Kyle?"

"Yes?" Kyle shifts, leaning out as well to look his friend in the eye. It almost hurts, somehow sustaining eye contact is physically taxing. But Kyle persists nonetheless. Forde doesn't answer right away, licking his lips to excuse himself from talking for a second longer.

"I'm touched you're worried about me." He starts. It's quite polished compared to his usual fare, he's been thinking this one over a lot. "But don't do something that stupid again, okay?" Forde retracts the moment he's done speaking, the bed above complaining as the blond threw himself back down on it.

"I already got scolded by General Seth." Kyle rolls his eyes. "Forde, get back here." There's a long pause, and finally Forde moves and climbs down to the floor. He's still wearing his armor.

"Aw, man." Forde laughs weakly, Kyle's face already expresses the thought he has before it fully formed. "You gonna tell General Seth so I get scolded too?"

"Idiot." Kyle hisses, rising up and nearly clocking his head on the bunk. Next time, he's going to make sure to get the top one, he's too tall for this. "How on Earth could you possibly sleep like this?" His body moves without thought, and he's crossed the distance between them, already undoing the straps of the red knight's armor.

"Dunno." Forde answers honestly. "I just do."

"These beds are wasted on you." Kyle grumbles, and the blond laughs, compliant with Kyle's hands.

"I could always nap in the saddle."

"Don't."

Forde's laughing again, and once Kyle has pulled off his breastplate and single shoulder plate he takes a step back, working on undoing his gauntlets himself. For some reason, Kyle has to stop what he's doing, just letting his gaze linger on the other knight.

It hits him hard in the chest again, that Forde is here, they're alive, and laughing about something stupid. Something like this was mere moments away from being destroyed. This conversation might never have happened. This thought is poisonous, Kyle feels himself growing weak, all the things he'd been trying to shove away pushing back with such force he's not sure if he can even survive it.

"Kyle?" Forde's voice is soft, but it's enough to break the green haired man out of his trance. Kyle grows tense, the other knight drawing close. "Hey, you doing okay?" his hand has tentatively reached out, hovering over Kyle's arm. They aren't touching, but Kyle still feels the palm print that isn't there.

"I... don't know." Kyle can't bring himself to lie anymore. He's too tired for this farce. Forde simply nods, locking eyes with Kyle, and there's something in his eyes that Kyle can't ignore. He knows something. A faint smile tugged at his lips. The complete moron, he knew something!

"First you're stripping me, now you're giving me these sultry looks." Forde teases, and Kyle's face flares red in record time.

"Forde, you know that's not what I'm doing!" Kyle can barely restrain himself from shouting, backing up until his heel hits the frame of the bed. "Go to sleep. I don't want you dozing off in battle again." He turns, but gets caught, Forde catching his arm and spinning him around so they're facing again.

"Kyle." Forde's giving him the dead serious look, his hands on the green cavalier's shoulders to keep him from escaping. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"You, apologizing to me?" Kyle snarks back, but his pulse has began to speed up. He starts to wonder if he's sick, he feels so lightheaded and and weak. Forde must know this, the blond moving closer until their chests are almost touching. Kyle's all too aware of the other man's hands on his arms, and when one of them breaks away, Forde's fingers brush over his cheek until his palm is resting against Kyle's face.

"Hey," Forde practically purrs, guiding Kyle a little closer. Kyle's heart is racing so hard he feels every beat, unable to look Forde in the eye anymore. "Is there something you wanted to tell me?"

Kyle starts to blurt it out without thinking, while he's keeping this streak up.

"I lo-- "

He never finishes that sentence, Forde's crashed into him and they're kissing. Suddenly everything's so clear, but now's not the time to wander anymore. Kyle wraps his arms around the other knight, clawing at Forde's back like he's the only thing that'll keep him from drowning, he can't breathe right now as Forde deepens the kiss but who even cares. Forde pushes further, Kyle parting his lips to let him take over, the blond moaning into his mouth and -

They've toppled over on bed, the kiss breaking and Forde yelping in shock. Kyle hisses in pain when the blond lands on top of him, and when Forde starts laughing again the green haired man just scowls.

"Okay, okay." Forde's out of breath, moving to get more comfortable and touching his forehead to Kyle's. "Sleep now, more of this later?"

"... Yeah," Kyle's voice is kind of hoarse. "Sleep is good." Forde just nods in reply, his hand finding the other knight's and he threads his fingers into Kyle's. This small action, more than anything else, turns Kyle a shade closer to Forde's armor.

Forde's curled up against him like a cat, and Kyle's unfortunately stuck like this for the rest of the night. But there were worse things in life, he supposed. And it was all the more reason to fight harder for nights like this to keep happening.

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[electrictvland]

Apologies. gayblackquillweek may take longer than anticipated. They updated Pokebank.

[electrictvland]

Okay, so maybe I’m just failing to finish at all. Pokemon has ruined everything else yet again

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Apologies. gayblackquillweek may take longer than anticipated. They updated Pokebank.

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futile - day 6

"Go on. What are you waiting for?"

It wasn't the first time Simon had ended up like this, stuck in his jail cell far in the back of the clink - and no one else around but the man who wasn't Bobby Fulbright.

He might have been in his cuffs, but the Phantom hadn't bothered actually restraining them more than that. Simon was just lazily sprawled back on the uncomfortable cell bed, the Phantom straddling his hips with that all too sweet Bobby Fulbright smile.

"Go ahead and escape. I dare you." He taunted, his tone as easy going as ever. Simon didn't answer - he honestly could, he knew it - He was strong. The chain around his wrists were just as much a weapon as it was a restraint - with just the right amount of swing, he could wrap it around the Phantom's neck, and -

In one swift motion, Simon lurched forward, sitting up as much as the other man's weight on him would allow and throwing his hands up to drag the chain over the Phantom's head. He got his hopes up too much, that despicable creature halting him faster than he could comprehend. The Phantom's hand shot out, wrapping around Simon's throat and shoving him back down. Simon's head slammed against the cot, a dull ache lingering - but it was nothing compared to the gradually tightening chokehold from the Phantom.

"Now, now, Prosecutor." That man eased himself down, lips grazing along the underside of Simon's jaw. Simon hissed out a small curse, raggedly forcing short breaths as the Phantom's hand was cutting off his air more. "You should know better than that!" He was nagging like he was speaking to a child, leaving feather light kisses that left Simon squirming uncomfortably.

"You still need to finish serving for your crimes, Simon." His tone never changed. It wasn't really Bobby Fulbright, but Simon's heart was still sinking.

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tense - Day 5

Apollo made a mistake. There was no doubt about it. A heated, not quite argument later, he was at Simon's apartment on a stiff couch coated in molted Taka feathers.

The next big mistake was Prosecutor Blackquill sat down next to him reaching over right away and Apollo tried not to shy away like a frightened bird. He still flinched, Simon firm as ever and grabbing Apollo's bangs for a tug.

"Justice, you're getting tense again." He noted, although any hint of concern was mostly invalidated by the ever present amused grin on his face.

"Stop that!" Apollo protested, swatting Simon's hands away. "Don't mess them up!" He almost whined, up on his knees and arms held defensively to keep the prosecutor at bay. At least Blackquill didn't seem like he was going to try again, too preoccupied with quiet laughter.

"Must you always style your hair so ridiculously?" He asked, Apollo letting out a whimper of defeat. Now Blackquill was going to mock him on this too...

"Well, you... How can you even see past your bangs?" Apollo countered weakly, assuming defeat and slumping over against the cushions. Simon only gave a noncomittal hum, his arm falling around Apollo's shoulders and it took every ounce of willpower in the attorney's body to not jerk away. However, when Simon's fingers slowly worked into his hair, Apollo shuddered and melted right into his touch. Deep down Apollo felt a rising frustration at how easily Blackquill played with his feelings, but he also had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't the Prosecutor's fault either.

"Should we get some grub later?" Simon wondered aloud, Apollo going more limp under his hand as he kept running his fingers through the brown locks.

"Sure..." Apollo mumbled, eventually his head rolling to the side and resting on Blackquill's shoulder. One of these days, he'd have to get revenge for this. But for now, this had to be the most comfortable Apollo had been in ages.  

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Irritable - Day 4

Simon liked to think he was good at hiding his feelings. So good that Athena had a hard time getting a handle on him. It was a silly thing to be prideful about, but it all went to add to the Twisted Samurai.

And then there was Sahdmadhi.

Simon cursed Nahyuta's ability to coax him into things all the time, the most recent offense being waiting in line at the renowned Burger Barn.

"This is unlike you, Sad Monk." Simon might have been here against his will, but he wasn't going to let Nahyuta get away with this atrocity. "I thought you would rather eat more... high class."

"Look at all the people in line." Nahyuta countered. He may have been standing in line for 20 minutes and god knows how many more, but he still had his patience and ethereal beauty - Simon had to swallow down what had to be irritation as Nahyuta smiled up at him. That was the damn courtroom smile, he wasn't supposed to be doing that... "If this Burger Barn wasn't of considerable quality, the line would only hold us five minutes."

"What a bunch of..." Simon paused, cycling through his head to find the proper word to describe his current level of frustration.

"Now, now." Nahyuta cut him off, causing a spike in Simon's anger when he slipped his hand into the taller man's and intwined their fingers. "Let it go, and move on."

"Quit that!" Simon hissed, but the monk payed no heed, lifting the samurai's hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss at the knuckles. Simon's protest died in his throat, at an even bigger loss at what on earth he was supposed to say to this.

"Now, just wait. Once we're done here there will be more." Damn that Sahdmadhi, throwing in a wink as well. Simon's face went a deep scarlet - how dare Nahyuta show him up like this...

At his limit, Simon just stayed quiet the rest of the long wait, Nahyuta continuing like nothing had happened.

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I got busy IRL but I’ll try to catch up with gayblackquill week soon. I might just write a bunch of short drabbles at once LOL

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comparison - day 3

"Hold still."

It had been about five minutes, and Apollo wasn't ready for anything Simon was throwing at him today.

"What is it?" He replied carefully, crossing his arms over his chest to try and appear more confident than he truly was. Simon didn't seem to be fooled for a second, the prosecutor staring him down with Taka perched on his shoulder. Together they were quite the frightening duo...

Apollo also had no idea why he completely obeyed Blackquill and had went completely rigid, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. (Was this the power of suggestion?)

Simon just smiled, one hand raised to his chin in careful thought. The blood was starting to raise to Apollo's face, his shoulders tensing the slightest bit more and the brunette was starting to feel sore.

"Justice-dono, calm down." Simon spoke again, not so subtly attempting to stifle a laugh. Apollo might have been imagining it when he saw Taka mirror the motion. He didn't have time to contemplate it longer when Simon hooked an arm around Apollo's small form, pulling him close enough that they bumped together and Apollo's head was practically buzzing.

"Wh-what is it?" The attorney's normally strong voice came out a pathetic whimper - he was done for. His brain was ceasing function, caught up in the oh no he's hot and oh god he's getting way too close and Simon's unbreaking stare.

"Taka," Simon turned his head to the hawk, reaching up and holding his hand ready. Taka moved without a sound, reaching under their wing momentarily. The hawk returned with two large feathers, one slightly larger than the other, and Apollo's panic was swiftly overtaken by utter confusion. Simon took them in hand, smiling down at the attorney again. And he held the feather up, right to Apollo's hair horns -

"Look at that. Perfect match." Simon chuckled, Apollo gawking in return. He regained enough of his senses to roughly shove the prosecutor away with a frustrated shout.

"Oh, come on!" Apollo yelled, his face still hot with embarrassment and only getting worse. "That's not funny!" He had a distinct feeling that everything - his flushed face, his meek posture compared to Simon, and the hair - Simon wasn't taking him seriously for a second.

He stormed off despite Blackquill's half serious protests, trying to calm his panicked heart. This wasn't fair.

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snow

Participating in @gaysimonblackquillweek! If I’m lucky I can get all seven days!

The first thing that crosses Nahyuta's mind when he looks out the window to see a good four inches of snow is that he may have to wear his winter boots today, depending on whether or not people have gone to the trouble of clearing the sidewalks.

Much later, it hits him that no one is ready for it, least of all Simon Blackquill.

"You don't have any?" Nahyuta questions, paused at the entrance to the police station. Simon has stopped right outside, staring the snow down like it's some kind of alien object.

"I got boots." He answers carefully.

"But they aren't waterproof." Nahyuta points out quickly. He doesn't have to be a genius to know that the twisted samurai's outfit is more for show than practicality. And in this part of the world, snow is an incredible rarity.

"It'll be fine." Simon stays steady, breezing past the doors and out into the snow. His steps are more pronounced that usual, managing to press forward. Nahyuta follows - it snowed so much in Khura'inese winter that this was nothing. He kept pace with Simon, who quickly realized the fact and dashed ahead.

... And seconds later, the black haired man went toppling over, falling flat on his back in the snow. Nahyuta shook his head, doing his very best to bite back a smile. That would definitely anger Simon.

"Perhaps you should be more careful," Nahyuta teased gently. "You don't know what kind of dangers you're dealing with."

"Silence." Simon lapsed a little into that samurai persona again, slowly pushing himself up. Nahyuta held his hand out, offering support, but Simon took the lead again, still coated in snow. His pride was something else, and the monk could only sigh in defeat.

"At least get this snow off of you." Nahyuta's touch was as light as possible, and he dusted off Simon's broad shoulders first. He flinched at the unexpected contact, but soon slowed his pace, at least begrudingly tolerating it. "You'll likely need to get changed later as well. Wearing wet clothes in this weather could be bad for your health."

"Thanks." Simon grumbled, his gait matching the other prosecutor's. Nahyuta smiled in return, considering this one at least a small victory.

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shaken

Guy has never met Leila.

He'd heard her name, but it doesn't hit him quite until they find her strung up at Dread Isle. He doesn't really get it right away, the realization comes like a wave crashing on the beach - Once he sees her corpse, the warning is more than clear.

He's also never seen Matthew shaken before.

Guy really takes for granted how cheerful Matthew is most of the time. When he thinks about it, he's almost never seen the brunette truly angry or upset at anyone. Sure, he was kind of rough with Guy, but Guy could still feel the good intentions behind the teasing. (Perhaps that's why he tolerated it? He really shouldn't regardless)

The Sacaen tries harder than normal this time. Matthew insists he's fine, that it's what Leila would want him to do - to carry on with his mission. But Guy knows better. He might not be as experienced as the thief, but he's attune enough to the other that he can see a telltale tremble in his fingers, a slight crack in his voice every now and then. Dread Isle's fog is too thick for Guy, so the least he can do is keep strain off of his partner while Matthew simply points him in the right direction, leading along Lowen and Rebecca as well.

Once it's all over, Uhai's been defeated - Guy has to sit out while Matthew talks to the lords again. Hector appears quite riled up, Lyn and Eliwood more apologetic - Matthew just smiles. It looks like it's almost hurting him by now.

They have to take a risk and bunker down for the night in a more ragtag camp than usual. And that tactician puts Matthew and Guy together, seeing as they aren't going to kill each other.

An oppressive silence hangs over them, Matthew wordlessly laying down his bedroll and keeping his back to the myrmidon. Concern has begun to bubble up within Guy's heart - it's all so unusual. Matthew is always steady, always in good spirits - this is all so frightening. He almost wants to shout stop it, stop being so gloomy and quiet, mock me some more and put another favor on the oath paper! But this couldn't possibly help...

"Are you okay?" Guy finally speaks, his voice dragging roughly over the words - he hasn't realized how silent he's been for the past few hours until he talks.

"I'm fine." Matthew responds rather automatically, not moving at all.

"No you're not!" Guy huffs, but immediately flinches when Matthew does move enough to glare at the myrmidon over his shoulder.

"Guy." There's an undercurrent of threat in Matthew's voice, a shiver going up Guy's spine. "I'm fine. Go to sleep."

"B-but..." His stutter starts rearing up again, Guy momentarily biting his lip as if it'll help. "Are you o-okay? Really?" He tries again, and is met with silence.

"Really." Matthew rolls away again, shuffling under his cloak to get comfortable again.

"You weren't r-really during the fight." Guy presses more, shifting so he's sitting on his knees on his own bedroll. When he doesn't receive any response, he decides to take this as an okay sign and continue. "It's okay to be sad about Leila - "

In a flash Matthew is up, his hands wrapped around the collar of Guy's tunic and pulling the myrmidon close. Guy had never seen such fury in the brunette's eyes, especially not directed at him -

"What do you know about it?!" Matthew snaps, fingers digging into the blue fabric of Guy's collar. Guy's only in a shock, unable to move, to speak - He just stares, wide eyed like a frightened deer. "Of course it hurts, but we don't have time for that! Now leave me alone!"

Guy clenches his eyes shut, nodding rapidly. There's still no words, any protests he had dying in his throat. His heart beat rings in his ears - he'd made an awful mistake, a deadly misstep...

Matthew doesn't let go, but his grip does go slack, and even with his eyes closed Guy can sense the anger simmering away in the thief. The instinctual fear in him recedes, the myrmidon managing to crack an eye open.

"Guy." Matthew tries again, this time his tone more defeated. "I'm sorry." The thief swallows thickly, his expression growing pained. Guy nods slowly in understanding, letting out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

When words failed, Guy wriggled out of Matthew's hold all the way, but curled close to him. He buried his head into the crook of the thief's neck, his arms gingerly wrapping around the other man's back and under his cloak. In an instant Matthew's carefully wrought defenses cracked. The brunette almost crushed Guy with a hug in return, the myrmidon squeaking as the air was forced out of his lungs.

"I was going to ask her to marry me," Matthew choked, every breath coming out unstable while he still fought to keep his composure. "Gods, Leila..." Guy felt a few stray tears hit his shoulder, and he nuzzled closer in hopes it'd calm Matthew at least a little bit.

They stayed like that for a long time. When exhaustion finally washed over the pair, Guy cuddled up with Matthew on one of the bedrolls, both on their sides and facing each other. The myrmidon comfortably nestled up against Matthew's chest, letting out a contented sigh.

"Guy." Matthew spoke very softly at this point, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers trailed over Guy's back, finding a slow rhythm. "Thank you."

Guy gave a noncommittal hum, sleep tugging him further away.

[gaysimonblackquillweek]

1 Week Until...

Gay Simon Blackquill week officially begins next Saturday, January 21st!

In case you haven’t already heard this is an eight-day even in January from the 21st to the 28th celebrating Simon Blackquill as a gay man and all the Simon/men ships that come with it! 

Are all ships acceptable?  Yep!  Simon + any character who identifies as a male and is at least 21 years of age by Spirit of Justice!  

Are original characters alright?  Absolutely!  

What can you do?  Art, writings, graphics, or anything else you can think of!  Any and all content is accepted and wanted!   

The themes of the week are as follows: 

Day 1 (January 21st): Snow Day 2 (January 22nd): Soba Day 3 (January 23rd): Wings/Flight/Feathers Day 4 (January 24th): Embarrassment Day 5 (January 25th): Hair Day 6 (January 26th): “I dare you.” Day 7 (January 27th): Chains Day 8 (January 28th): Red String of Fate 

Please read the Daily Themes, About, and FAQ pages for more information!  And contact Allie ( @aceprosecuties ) or just message the blog if you have questions!  Posts for the week will be tagged as #gayblackquillweek! We look forward to celebrating Simon and Simon/men pairings soon!

If you’re interested, please reblog this post to help spread the word!  Looking forward to seeing everyone’s creations in a week!