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he is risen babygirl

i finally wrote another fic (sorry, ace attorney ones are still in progress, this is critical role)

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which unfinished fic should I work on based off the last line i wrote before i stopped

This was definitely weird. After the strained cases he and Prosecutor Gavin had gone head to head on, the last thing he expected was persistent requests to get dinner.

Tamaki made a small cheer that sounded close to a whoopie!, but also like a French word he wasn’t familiar with, and Kyoya couldn’t help but chuckle as he stood up and followed the blonde, who was excitedly leading his spectacled friend through his home.

And then punched him in the arm as hard as she could. / “Ow! What the hell?!” / “Alright! Let’s get moving!”

Phoenix smiled fondly, his head lulling to the side to face Edgeworth. “This was very sweet of you. I can’t thank you enough,” he said.

And Joe offered her the biggest, dumbest, happiest grin. It was a cheap arcade keychain, but he felt like it was worth the entire planet. Because Sara Chidouin gave it to him!

pick one

"this was definitely weird..." ace attorney

"Tamaki made a small cheer..." ouran

"And then she punched him..." persona 5

"Phoenix smiled fondly..." ace attorney

"And Joe offerred her..." your turn to die

Voting ended onJul 5, 2024

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(I wrote this in the break room at work and it’s short and on a cliffhanger bc that’s what I do best, but user @eleccy u hit my exact brand of fic preference. I probably will make this a full fic on ao3 soon if I get around to it.)

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Oh.

Oh, it seemed so obvious now that it hit him in the face.

All Klavier could think about as Apollo’s crackled voice mentioned his father over the phone, attaching an image in their text messages, was of the guitar.

The guitar Lamiroir had gifted him so graciously when he had visited Borginia. She had traced her fingers delicately at the base of the neck of the guitar until they landed on a small carving. She explained that she’d had the guitar for so long that she forgot where it came from. She didn’t play the guitar, and was struggling to learn—partially from her loss of sight, mostly from her inability to have time to herself and no one to teach her.

“Your guitar playing moved me,” she explained. “The melodies are so lovely… it almost feels familiar. I don’t know where this guitar came from, but whoever played it before… I think, must’ve played as beautifully as you. I would like you to have it.”

And, of course, with great honor, Klavier accepted. It was such a sentimental gift, he felt the need to protect it. On top of that, the guitar was such high quality and in such excellent condition, it felt like he’d won the lottery.

Alas, it was unable to be saved. The incident in the summer of 2026 ripped the precious gift from his grasp before he could even put her to safety. But he was able to save a single, singed piece, with a barely legible carving, from the base of the neck of the guitar.

Now all he could do was stare at the cased up piece of wood with J.J. carved into it sitting in his guitar display as Apollo rambled on about his days in Khura’in, while the name Jove Justice rung through his head, and the all-too-familiar guitar stared back at him in an old picture of Apollo’s father.

So many instances played through his head. From the first time she reconnected after the incident, to their semi-regular coffee get-togethers where she would make comments that started to click. Things like, “How is Apollo doing? And Trucy?” and the hesitance, then denial every time Klavier offered to deliver mail or extend a phone number. And comments about remembering her past, but the resistance to provide details.

It all started to make so much sense, and Klavier wondered… did he know?

Subtly, as Apollo continued to talk, Klavier extended a text to the singer to ask what she knew. To ask for clarification. Did she know? Did she remember?

And god, what was Klavier going to do now that she admitted she’d known everything? It felt wrong not to say anything. Especially with Apollo right there on the phone, talking in total oblivion. God, Klavier even heard him mention how “they said they couldn’t find any information on my mother. It’s too bad. I hope I can find her one day—“

“Apollo.”

God, he needed to stop. It’s not his place to be doing this. He doesn’t need to be a hero right now.

“Your mother is Lamiroir.”

It’s quiet. It’s so quiet that Klavier can hear the silence. And it’s screaming at him that he should not have done that.

“What do you mean?” Apollo’s voice broke through the phone speaker again. “Klav, that’s not funny.”

Another beat of silence. More silent screams of shame and guilt.

“Please don’t get quiet after saying that, what do you mean?!”

“The guitar. Your father’s guitar?”

“…Yeah?”

“I have what’s left of it.”

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HEY YOU

you should give me ace attorney short fic prompts (if u want, I’m hoping it will motivate me to write and eventually I’ll migrate to my big fics in my doc)

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I love the idea of Mikeko having the "tricolor menace" nickname given to her by Phoenix, but in reality Mikeko is the most loving kitty cat out there and loves ro be pampered. It's just that, for some reason (maybe the reason is hearing how her owner complains nonstop about him), Mikeko doesn't like Phoenix at all, and the first time they had to babysit her in the waa Phoenix became her personal scratching post.

OMFG POOR PHOENIX </3

It’s Apollo’s first time going away since he got Mikeko and he’s like FREAKING out about it bc that’s his baby and he can’t abandon her (and at this point, Clay isn’t there and cannot be the one to take care of her, and the trip is with Klavier so he can’t ask him).

So Phoenix sees him stressing and is like “relax, kiddo, we’ll watch her for you while you’re gone for the weekend.”

So Apollo drops Mikeko off with the Wrights for 2 days (Saturday -> Sunday, that is IT) and as he’s unloading all her stuff in her little duffel bag he packed, he’s saying “she can be a little prissy, but she’s a lover, and all she wants is to be told she’s perfect. So pamper her and everything will be fine! And call me if there’s any issues, I will be back as soon as possible”

And Mikeko is just staring at Phoenix the whole time and he’s trying not to stress about it.

And at first it’s fine. But then Apollo leaves officially, shuts the door, and Mikeko looks the father of the house in the eyes and immediately coughs a hairball into his dress shoes that were left by the front door.

In the span of 48 hours, in between getting treats from Trucy and snuggling on Miles’ lap while he reads a book, she manages to scratch Phoenix’s side of the couch, scratch Phoenix’s leg, sleep with all her weight on Phoenix’s throat, and coat his work suit pant leg, which had been freshly washed and laid out, with fur.

So when Apollo comes back, Phoenix immediately holds her out and is like “please take your tri-color menace home”

Now Mr. Wright is made fun of at the office for beefing with a cat.

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Klavier is half disney princess half allergic to most animals, so I find hilarious that the"tricolor menace" that is Mikeko would instantly latch onto him, much to Klavier's love/detriment and Apollo's amusement at his bf's situation.

STOPPPPP THATS SO FUCKING GOOD

oh my god imagine the first time he comes over after Apollo gets Mikeko and he’s just stuck for a minute trying to decide if it’s a blessing or a curse

And then Mikeko eventually crawls into his lap later and makes herself comfy, and as time passes, Klavier starts to sneeze a bit more, and his eyes get watery, and after staying for a bit too long his hands are red and itchy and finally Apollo is like “are you dying????” and this smart ass goes “of cuteness”

And there’s a pause and then he goes “no I’m not dying but I am allergic to frau mikeko”

I do want to expand on this and say, miraculously, his allergies are minute with Vongole, maybe even well adjusted at this point—he only has to pop a Benadryl every now and then since taking her in officially—but for some reason, Mikeko is the bane of his existence (it definitely has something to do with her fur and how fluffy she is in comparison to Von)

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I personally hc that Vongole and Mikeko actually get along quiet well, they just pretend to be beefing and fighting each other when both their humans start to ignore them bc they're too focused on one another and not giving them attention and cuddles.

SOBS and you know it was Mikeko’s idea bc Von is a big softie and she was so heavily trained by Kristoph before Klavier took her in that she’s still not used to being “bad” or doing anything wrong at all.

But Mikeko definitely makes a show of it. She will crouch down, do a little wiggle to show she’s ready to pounce, and then launch herself off the bed and land on Vongole’s back.

And honestly, Von doesn’t care, she’s just more confused than anything, but Apollo immediately stops whatever he and Klavier are doing and assumes Mikeko is attacking.

Works every time.

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5 times Phoenix “joked” about Apollo and Trucy being siblings + the one time Apollo found out he actually meant it

It started with little comments, though. Like the day the office was a wreck, and everyone was all over the place. One person was deep cleaning, another was trying to work, then someone bumped into a table and all the work got messed up, then everyone was yelling, then Trucy left to go get paper towels, and the chaos descended.

“Great,” Apollo muttered as he grabbed two, now soggy, sheets of paper with the tips of his thumbs and forefingers, “now I have to reprint these and fill them out all over again.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t write with your elbows sticking out,” Athena said, sticking her tongue out at the grumpy lawyer.

“Maybe you should put a lid on your drinks!”

“Maybe you should just get good! ”

“Hey!” Phoenix’s voice cut in. Athena and Apollo whipped their heads around like children caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. “Stop fighting! Where— is Trucy still getting paper towels?”

“I think so…”

“How about we focus on her instead of bickering?” Phoenix chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Apollo, go get your sister.”

Apollo sputtered a bit, and Athena snorted. He expected Phoenix to just laugh and go with it—there were running jokes about how he was basically fathering Apollo now as well, so it wouldn’t be that weird. What was weird was the fact that Phoenix looked just as startled by his own statement as Apollo, and with a reddened face, attempted to clumsily remedy his words.

But Apollo decided not to think too much about it. He rushed quickly off down the stairs to the front lobby (it was an unoccupied front desk by the doors with a sign that pointed W.A.A. clients up the stairs to the actual office, and a small janitors closet) where he found Trucy in a pile of cleaning supplies. It was a total off day.

AND YOU SHOULD READ THE REST OF IT HERE BECAUSE THIS SHIT GETS INTENSE AS FUCK:

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