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A Samurai's Hunger for Justice

This was originally longer, but I wasn't happy with the last part of it at all, and decided to just delete it entirely. But, I have returned with more gay fat lawyers! This time, featuring a certain samurai prosecutor and loud defense attorney! I never used to ship these two but uh, this dynamic is kind of super hot and gave me intense brainrot for months. Sooooooo I hope you all enjoy!

It was a rather nice spring day in Los Angeles, as Apollo Justice looked down at his phone’s screen. He looked back up at the restaurant in front of him, scratching the back of his head with worry. Prosecutor Simon Blackquill, the Twisted Samurai himself, had invited the young defense attorney out to lunch after their courtroom battle earlier that day, baffling Apollo. He had thought the stern former convict hated him, so being invited to eat with him was unexpected at the very least. As he walked up to the glass door of the restaurant, Apollo caught sight of his own reflection staring back at him. The anxiety plastered on his chubby face was quite apparent, so he took a deep breath and clapped either side of his face with his hands. He straightened his tie and walked in, spotting Prosecutor Blackquill immediately. The thick-haired black and white clad man was pretty hard to miss, sipping on a cup of hot tea as he shot a look at the chubby defense attorney as he entered. Apollo hesitantly made his way over to the table, pulling out the chair across from Blackquill and taking a seat.

Apollo awkwardly coughed before speaking. “So, uh, Prosecutor Blackquill! What’s, um… Why did you want to meet me?” he asked hesitantly.

The intimidating man chuckled mirthlessly. “I see you truly do assume the worst in me, Justice-dono. Why is it that acquaintances cannot just invite each other to a meal after a long battle?” Apollo snorted quietly at Simon’s ever-present dramatic and overly-traditional way of speaking, grabbing the menu in front of him and scanning it while he mulled over the prosecutor’s question. He had never really realized that Prosecutor Blackquill qualified as an acquaintance of his, mostly just thinking of knowing him as his coworker Athena Cykes’s older brother figure. Contrary to his thoughts, Apollo realized that he had fought against Simon in court a number of times now, almost as much as he’d gone against Klavier, who he saw as a close friend.

Apollo decided on ordering a sandwich platter and a large soda, and looked up at Prosecutor Blackquill to respond to him after he placed his order as well. “I guess I just never realized we were ‘acquaintances’, Prosecutor Blackquill. I kind of just thought you preferred hanging out with Athena since, well, you know…” Apollo trailed off as he saw the look on Simon’s face shift abruptly, and sensing danger, decided to drop that line of conversation. They sat in silence until their food arrived, Apollo blushing and staring at his lap while avoiding the gaze of the dark-eyed man opposite to him. While looking down, Apollo noted that the lowest button on his red waistcoat was starting to strain around his chubby gut a little. Apollo had never been a skinny man, especially during his law school days, when the stress of studying had him balloon up to 450 pounds at one point. After he got fired from his first law firm after finding his mentor guilty of murder on his first trial ever, Apollo had briefly gained some of his college weight back but he’d been working on trying to lose it again, though the strained button on his vest told him he wasn’t doing a very good job.

Apollo snapped out of his line of thought as their food arrived, and immediately he grabbed for half of his sandwich, not looking up until he had taken one huge bite. What he saw in front of him shocked him momentarily: Simon Blackquill had an entire party platter in front of him, and he was picking away at it diligently with a speed that surprised the much heavier defense attorney. “Wow,” Apollo mumbled through his mouthful of sandwich, “you must be pretty hungry Prosecutor Blackquill!”

The long-haired wannabe samurai stopped his strategic attack on his food to snap his head up and glare at the chubby man across from him. “What is that supposed to imply, Justice-dono?” he growled through gritted teeth, causing Apollo to immediately backpedal.

“W-well, what I uh, meant, was that, um…” the chubby lawyer stammered, his eyes wide as he worried that Blackquill might be hiding any number of weapons on his person at any time. He took a deep breath to compose himself before finishing his thought. “I’m sorry, I guess I just was surprised that you were intending to eat so much food.”

Simon glared at his dining partner again. “What’s wrong with how much I choose to eat to refuel after a long battle of wits?”

“Oh, nothing!” Apollo grinned awkwardly. “That’s just a lot more food than even I can eat, and I was thinking if you keep eating like that…” Simon growled again, causing Apollo to cut his thought short.

“I can eat TWICE this much, and my diligent samurai training regimen allows me to not gain a single ounce of weight from it, Justice-dono!” He slammed his fist onto the table fiercely, rattling the dishes and silverware, and sending their waiter scrambling over to see what was wrong. “Bring me another of these platters, on the double.” The waiter nodded and walked away quickly, while Simon continued tearing into his party platter with a much less methodical and calculated approach, instead just going for speed and ferocity. Apollo sat there dumbfounded, completely taken aback by the normally-stoic prosecutor’s competitive outburst. His own lunch lay completely forgotten as he sat there, transfixed by Simon’s frenzied eating.

When the second party platter arrived at their table, Simon merely gave a curt nod to the waiter, mouth too stuffed with bite-sized foods to verbalize anything. He finished his original platter and chugged the large soda he had ordered with it, draining it in less than a minute. Then he proceeded to begin attacking the new plate piled high with the tiny party sized foods, but this time noticeably slower. Simon was clearly wincing occasionally, trying to resist the urge to rub his overstuffed gut, which was just starting to look the slightest bit distended under his tailored waistcoat.

Apollo jolted out of his stunned silence. He saw Prosecutor Blackquill flagging in his consumption, his normally dark-circled eyes dropping even more underneath his thick, salt and pepper bangs. “Aw, come on, Prosecutor Blackquill!” Apollo grinned mischievously, “You’re not giving up that easily, are you?” Simon grunted through a stuffed mouth, shooting an exhausted and painted glare at the brown haired man. Apollo leaned back in his chair, and patted his tubby gut. “I was going to be so impressed if you managed to eat that much food in one sitting!” The young man sighed dramatically as he put his arms behind his head. “Oh well, I guess we’ll both just have to go home disappointed that you couldn’t keep your word.”

Simon snapped back up, ignoring the jolt of pain from his overstuffed gut. His honor had been challenged, and he would not let himself be defeated here. The black-and-white-clad prosecutor began stuffing his face with even more speed than at the start of his challenge, occasionally groaning in discomfort around mouthfuls of food. Apollo sat in his chair, grinning like a child in a candy store. It was so good to finally find a weakness in the stern Prosecutor Blackquill, and one that could be so easily exploited! Wait, Apollo thought with alarm, why do I care that I know Prosecutor Blackquill’s weak spot? I’m not fighting him or anything! We’re just legal rivals! The awkward defense attorney suddenly blushed furiously. Unless… maybe I want to see him do this more often?

Simon slammed his fists loudly onto the table, causing Apollo to leap up and yelp in surprise. The man’s thick ponytail was just slightly damp with sweat, his bangs sticking just a bit to his brow. He was panting heavily, and his face looked pained, but a smug expression was plastered all over his flushed face. “I… haah… win, Justice-dono.” Apollo looked down at the monochrome-themed outfit Blackquill always wore, his tight waistcoat straining around a soccer ball sized gut. Simon clasped both sides of said gut, running it to try and reduce the pain. Apollo coughed awkwardly. “You, uh, you sure did, Prosecutor Blackquill! I’m impressed you, um, managed it…” He trailed off once more as thoughts flooded his mind. Maybe… maybe he should start spending more time with Prosecutor Blackquill. He certainly seemed entertaining at the very least.

Apollo and Simon had been regularly meeting up for meals and conversation after their courtroom battles for about a month. Apollo found the former death row inmate absolutely fascinating, from his love of all things samurai, to his dedication and kindness towards his pet hawk, Taka. Most of all, however, Apollo loved how he reacted to being taunted when he was eating. Something about the way Simon got defensive over how much he ate, or could eat, delighted Apollo, and he thought he was finally figuring out why. He noticed that more and more often, even in court, he was able to get a reaction out of the ordinarily stoic prosecutor. Apollo would make a jab about Blackquill’s arguments in court, or his body in public, and Simon would get this look on his face that the defense attorney just loved. His brooding expression would break for just a moment, his eyes would look overcome with some strong emotion Apollo couldn’t quite identify, and suddenly it was gone again, hidden behind a burning glare of determination. He wanted to see that look every chance he could get.

The young defense attorney currently sat across from his new rival, watching him tearing into a triple cheeseburger with stunning speed. The amount of greasy meat being bitten off and swallowed so rapidly was staggering. Apollo smirked and said, “Wow, Prosecutor Blackquill, I think you might finally be wider than me now! Maybe you should cut back a little.” The defense attorney had spoken loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear, causing some other tables nearby to start muttering about the display of gluttonous depravity taking place at their table. Simon swallowed his crammed mouthful of beef and cheese, eyes narrowed, as he growled back at Apollo, “You know as well as I that I can lose weight whenever I want. I am a proud samurai, descendant of proud samurais, and I am not even that large, Justice-dono.”

Apollo laughed uproariously in response. “Hahahaha, you can’t actually be serious, Prosecutor Blackquill! Have you looked in any mirrors lately? Or, better yet, try looking down at yourself! You’re clearly almost too big for that little chair, and I’m not even close to being that big yet!” Apollo felt a jolt of satisfaction as he saw the cold expression on Simon’s face melt for a second, realizing that even if he outwardly pretended to hate it, Prosecutor Blackquill enjoyed his teasing as much as he did. The portly man had recently upsized most of his wardrobe, but his steady weight gain made it very apparent that he wouldn’t be able to keep that up sustainably. His new waistcoat already strained around his new moobs at the top, and around his ever softer abdomen, his gut sitting in his lap every time he sat down. His signature long black and white coat, which was a custom piece, was the one part of his wardrobe that hadn’t been upsized because it couldn’t be modified, so it now strained around his fattening arms and shoulders, the fabric clinging to them like it was painted on. His soft fat rolls on his sides and back pooled over his belted pants, forming a pronounced muffin top. His thighs and ass cheeks pressed gently into the arms of his chair, threatening to get him stuck in it if he kept eating. The once-muscular prosecutor had undeniably let himself go, and Apollo could tell that behind all the stoic attempts to deny it, Simon was enjoying it just as much as he was. Maybe even more.

The defense attorney grinned smugly, resting his chin on one of his hands. “Well, I guess if you can lose this weight whenever you want to,” Apollo said, his tone dismissive, “you can just give up on our lunch right now…”

Simon’s head shot up, a mouthful of burger hanging from between his overstuffed cheeks, shooting a glare full of anger and something else at the pudgy attorney. He flagged down their waiter, hastily swallowing his food before speaking. “I want you to bring me three—no, four—more of these triple burger combos, and I want them on the table before I’ve finished this one. Understood?” The waiter nodded, visibly shaken by his murderous tone, and ran back to the kitchen while Simon resumed tearing into his burger with renewed vigor. Apollo watched in amused silence. There was no way Simon would be able to finish five triple decker combos in one sitting, not even at his size. He couldn’t wait to see the sinking look of defeat on his rival’s face when he realized he couldn’t do it.

Simon stuffed his face with his current burger as fully as possible, cheeks bulging as he chewed and swallowed the massive amounts of greasy beef, cheese, and buns that he loaded into his mouth. He took fistfuls of fries and shoved them into his greedy maw as well, his double chin flecked with crumbs fallen from his overfilled mouth. The waiter scrambled up with the four other plates of food, overflowing with fries, and placed them on the table before running back to the kitchen again. The portly prosecutor smirked around his final mouthful of his first combo meal, looking Apollo in the eye cockily. The brunette smiled back dismissively, silently mouthing the words Four more to go! at his dining partner. Simon glared once more before picking up his second burger and ripping an enormous bite off of it, then a second and a third. Apollo’s confidence began to waver as Blackquill finished the second plate in record time and moved onto the third without slowing down at all, though his face was covered in grease and crumbs, as was the front of his vest, whose buttons were straining ominously.

Simon finally started to slow down after the fourth platter, his movements visibly slowing down. His round gut strained the buttons of his vest to their very limit, and pressed firmly against the edge of the table in front of him. The surly prosecutor was sweating, pale face flushed around his round food-stained cheeks and his black and white bangs plastered to his forehead. He winced as he lifted the final three-tiered burger to his greasy lips, breathing heavily as he opened his mouth for another massive bite. Apollo could only look on in stunned silence, watching the obese prosecutor exhaustedly swallow the final plate of food. When Simon stuffed the last of the fries into his mouth and swallowed them, he leaned back in his chair and let out a groan of triumph, his hands immediately rubbing his straining gut.

Apollo blinked in shock, then rose from his chair to offer Blackquill his hand. “All right, fair is fair, you win this time.” Apollo smiled. Simon looked up at him, his exhausted face giving nothing away as his grease-slicked hand grabbed Apollo’s. They both strained and tugged to try and get the stuffed man out of his chair, and eventually he popped free. Prosecutor Blackquill stood up, and Apollo finally got a good look at the damage his challenge had done to his rival. The seams of Simon’s pants had started to split from the thunderous thighs straining them, his pale flab poking through like bubbles of lard, but most notable was his finely tailored vest, whose buttons looked like they were going to shoot off of his distended abdomen at any moment. Simon’s pronounced dome of a gut stuck out at least a foot from his body, and looked firm to the touch.

Realizing he might have gone a bit too far this time, Apollo offered his shoulder to the obese man. “C’mon, big guy,” he grunted as Simon leaned his considerable weight onto the presented shoulder, “Let’s get you back to my apartment to sleep this off, okay?” The chubby defense attorney and rotund prosecutor made quite a pair as Apollo helped Simon painstakingly waddle his way to the train station, the overstuffed taller man huffing and panting the entire trek. He immediately flopped onto one of the seats on the train up on entering, his thighs and love handles overflowing just slightly into the seats next to him. The pale prosecutor’s face was flushed and sweaty from the walk to the train station. When they reached their stop, Apollo helped hoist the exhausted man from his seat and once again supported him with his shoulder to help him up the stairs to his apartment. The two men were panting for breath by the time they reached the apartment door, Apollo fumbling for his keys while Simon leaned his bulk against the wall, his taut orb of a gut still straining the buttons of his vest nearly to bursting.

Apollo finally unlocked his door and led his tired rival inside his sparsely decorated apartment. Simon spotted a loveseat sofa and immediately waddled over to it, collapsing onto it gratefully. He laid down on his back and immediately began massaging his painfully stuffed stomach, groaning in discomfort. Apollo made his way to the kitchen, humming a little song as he opened the fridge. Simon was too exhausted to notice what the defense attorney was doing until he was standing next to him, holding a large white box in his hands and grinning mischievously.

“What… what do you want, Justice-dono?” Simon grunted, “Can’t you see I’m a little preoccupied?”

“Oh, I noticed, don’t worry.” Apollo responded cheerily. “I was just bringing you your dessert!”

Blackquill winced. “D-dessert?! But I… I don’t have any room left for anymore—”

The box was placed firmly on Simon’s distended abdomen, Apollo opened the top and grabbed a slice of the chocolate confection inside with his bare hands. “Don’t be silly, Simon,” he said in a soothing tone, “you can’t just ignore dessert! How else are you supposed to finish a proper meal? Plus…” Apollo chuckled. “You can’t really consider me impressed by your eating capabilities until you’ve broken out of that tight vest of yours.”

Simon narrowed his eyes. “Is that another challenge, Justice-dono?”

Apollo nodded, and silently lifted the cake slice to the obese man’s lips. Simon immediately snapped forward and took a huge bite of it, then another. In three bites it was gone, and Apollo promptly lifted another slice to his mouth. With his other hand, he rubbed Blackquill’s straining gut, trying to relieve some of the pressure inside and make more room for the rest of the cake. The sounds of straining seams and ripping fabric was slightly overshadowed by the loud chewing and heavy breathing. Halfway through the cake, the bottommost button of Simon’s struggling vest finally gave up the fight, pinging off and flying across the room at top speeds. The rest of the buttons straining around his bulging gut snapped off in quick succession, but the buttons holding back his huge moobs continued to hold on. With three slices left, one of the buttons finally broke off, with another flying off after the second to last slice. Simon’s face was covered in sweat, crumbs, and smears of frosting, his eyes glazed over from the oncoming food coma. Apollo gently guided the last cake slice into his mouth, and as he swallowed, the last button flew off. Simon was breathing heavily, his panting mouth leaving his cheeks and double chin jiggling with every breath. His chubby cheeks were suddenly grabbed by a hand on either side as Apollo straddled his enormous gut and planted his lips against Simon’s, passionately kissing his rival for the first time. Simon froze at first, but then melted into the kiss, realizing that this was all he had wanted all along: Apollo Justice‘s love and approval.

Just a few months after their first kiss, Apollo and Simon were once again back in the courtroom against each other. The red-clad defense attorney threw back his arm and pointed, letting out one of his law firm’s famously-yelled “Objection!” cries. The entire court was stunned into silence by the force behind his self-proclaimed Chords of Steel, so he had a quiet moment to piece together his argument before proceeding.

“Your Honor,” Apollo began, his voice uncharacteristically confident, “the prosecution is drawing a lot of assumptions about my client without any evidence. I would like to present my own evidence that contradicts everything Prosecutor Blackquill has been arguing so far!” He slammed his hands onto the desk for emphasis. “My client could not have cooked the seafood stew that was used to kill the victim, as he is also deathly allergic to shellfish, like the victim was!”

“Silence!” The growling shout echoed from the opposite side of the courtroom. Simon Blackquill banged his fists onto the desk in front of him, chuckling darkly before speaking. “Justice-dono, is that really your argument? Couldn’t the defendant merely have worn gloves to prepare the deadly meal for the victim?”

Apollo smirked. “Well, Prosecutor Blackquill, if you had been paying more attention to the case instead of stuffing your face with all those snacks you have hidden behind your bench, you would know that that’s not possible.” The defense attorney’s voice was smug, but in a teasing manner, like a parent chiding a child for getting into the cookie jar. Simon’s chubby cheeks flushed, embarrassed that Apollo would tease him in front of the entire courtroom. “Or,” the defense attorney continued, “perhaps your stomach might be covering up some of the files on your desk?” He grinned. “It does seem to be pressing into the desk pretty hard these days, Prosecutor Blackquill. Maybe you should consider getting a specially modified prosecution bench for someone as… ample as you.”

Simon bit his chubby lower lip to cover up the whine he almost let out in response to Apollo’s public teasing. The courtroom gallery murmured, Blackquill able to catch snippets of some of the onlookers commenting on his skyrocketing weight. It truly was undeniable now how much the once-muscular Simon Blackquill had let himself go in recent months. The former death row inmate had lost all of his once intimidating facial features, his chubby chipmunk cheeks and prominent double chin softening his usually dark expression. He had just gotten a new suit tailored to his current measurements yesterday, but his obese body was highlighted more than ever by it. His biceps were covered in jiggling, saggy fat, hiding any muscle he once had and even beginning to fold over his elbows just slightly. His wrists and hands were even getting fat now, his fingers almost akin to little sausages. His chest was already starting to strain the buttons of his tailored waistcoat slightly, his enormous moobs resting comfortably on either side of his gut, the clothes preventing them from sagging under their own weight for now. His monstrous gut, when tucked into his waistband like it had to be for court, sat like a dome sticking out almost 2 feet from his body, pressing firmly around the prosecutor’s bench in front of him and even resting on top of it in places. His love handles and side rolls bulged out over his waistband, forming a pronounced muffin top and preventing his fat arms from resting flat at his sides. His suit pants looked like they had been painted onto his legs, so form-fitting across his thighs and ass cheeks that you could practically see every roll, fold, dimple, and stretch mark under the tight fabric. His thigh fat, much like his biceps, was starting to collapse over his knees and melt into his calves, which, combined with how much he had to spread his legs apart to keep his thighs from rubbing together painfully, meant he had to walk in a pronounced waddle whenever he needed to get somewhere now. The jab Apollo had made about the snacks behind his bench was also true, Simon now notorious for “sneaking” a bite or three during his opponents’ arguments. This was, however, detrimental to his own formation of counterarguments, the once-whip smart prosecutor now more frequently stumbling through trials because he was too distracted by food to notice a contradiction. Many people were making fun of Blackquill for what they perceived as his degradation into becoming a useless fat slob, but little did they know, it was all what he most fervently desired.

After the case wrapped up with Apollo victorious, Simon sat in the prosecution lobby ravenously devouring the rest of his pile of snacks while waiting for Apollo to meet him. Just as he was pouring the last crumbs from a potato chip bag into his greedy mouth, the doors opened, and the chubby defense attorney walked in. He silently offered his hand to the obese prosecutor, helping him up off the groaning antique sofa beneath his corpulent rear. Apollo planted a kiss right on Simon’s chubby lips, still covered in snack crumbs, and began helping his rotund boyfriend waddle to the train station. The courthouse was only a block away, but that was still one block of agonized waddling for the out of shape prosecutor. Huffing and wheezing the entire way, his face flushed and his body sweating profusely, Simon had to stop to catch his breath no less than 5 times in such a short distance. Apollo teased him the entire time, calling him a pig and commenting on how far he’d let himself go since they started talking more often. Simon loved every second of it, whining between breaths as he tightened his grip around Apollo’s hand.

When they finally got on the train, Simon immediately sat down, his enormous behind requiring two seats, one for each cheek. Apollo laughed. “Oh, gosh, Simon, you’re so huge! How selfish of you, taking up two whole seats on the train! What if someone else needs one?”

Simon blushed. His breathing was still heavy from the trek to the train station, so he had to speak between wheezes. “I… h-hope… haah… that I-I… hhhh… t-t-take u-up… haah, haah… an entire… row… s-someday… haah…” He squirmed a little in anticipation for that day, making his flabby body jiggle and wobble. This made Apollo blush in return, imagining his boyfriend so desperate to please him that he became too fat to even move. He leaned forward and kissed Simon’s sweaty blushing cheek, whispering in his ear, “I’ll make sure you get that big and even bigger, you greedy hog.” The lardball of a prosecutor couldn’t stop himself from moaning when he heard that come out of his boyfriend’s mouth. Apollo loved seeing that pleading look in Simon’s eyes, that desire to eat and become as fat as he could, just to impress him. He wanted to see that look every day of the rest of their lives.

When the train arrived at their stop, Apollo once again helped hoist his boyfriend off his prodigious rear, and held his fat hand to help guide him to their apartment. Once they arrived at the building, Simon made for the elevator, but Apollo stopped him. “We’re not doing that today,” he whispered deviously. “You’re much too fat now, Simon. What would the other tenants think if they found out some landwhale broke the elevator with his fat ass?”

Simon whined, but then readapted his surly demeanor. “What are you suggesting, Justice-dono? How am I supposed to get to our home if not for the elevator?”

Apollo took his chubby hand again and guided him to the staircase. “It’s either these, or no dinner for you, Simon.” The defense attorney grinned mischievously as Blackquill stared up at the stairs, his initial worried expression morphing to determination when food was mentioned. The rotund man grabbed the railings on either side of the staircase with his soft, round fingers, and began slowly and painfully lifting his bulk up the stairs, one lard-coated leg at a time. After just one step he was wheezing and coated in sweat, and he had to take a break after three steps up the stairs. Apollo stood behind him, ready to catch his bulk in case he lost his footing or if his overburdened legs gave out on him. Thankfully that wasn’t necessary, but it did take over half an hour for Simon to get to the second floor where their apartment was.

Once Apollo unlocked the door and they were both inside, Simon immediately grabbed his boyfriend and held him against the nearest wall, his plush gut enveloping Apollo in a warm embrace as they made out passionately in the dark. Apollo found his hands roaming his boyfriend’s folds and rolls, pinching and shaking them, delighting in how soft and flabby he has become because of his encouragement. Simon, being much taller than Apollo, loved seeing his boyfriend’s body buried between his flab and the wall, his face just barely poking up between his moobs. He bit his boyfriend’s lips a bit between kisses, pressing his own bulk harder and harder against the wall. Suddenly, his stomach gurgled, and the lovestruck pair realized that Simon hadn’t eaten since court. Apollo ran to the kitchen to grab snacks, while Simon sat down on the couch to order himself delivery from a couple restaurants nearby. Apollo returned from the kitchen with his arms full of bags of snacks, dumping them on the table in front of his morbidly obese boyfriend, who immediately began ripping open the packaging and devouring the snacks in a frenzy. About 20 minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and Apollo got up to grab the stacks of take out containers, leaving Simon to continue stuffing his fat face on the couch. Gently placing the towers of boxes on the table, Apollo opened one and straddled his boyfriend’s flabby gut. “Here’s tonight’s challenge,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “You rip all those clothes off you just by eating all this food, and I’ll feed you dessert in our bed.” Simon moaned, nodding frantically, reaching for the greasy quadruple decker burger in the box that Apollo offered him. His boyfriend smiled and let him take it. “Guess that’s a yes, then. All right, I’ll keep the food coming.” Apollo pulled out his phone, ordering even more food just to make sure that finely tailored suit was reduced to shreds by the time the night was done.

It didn’t take long for some of the tighter seams of Simon’s suit to start straining and ripping. After just a few of the greasy towering burgers from the nearby burger restaurant, little diamonds of soft, pale flab were poking through on the outer seams of his pants, and the shoulders of his dress shirt were starting to suffer the same fate. His fat face was covered in grease, his cheeks wobbling and his double chin budding into a triple chin when he chewed. The button on his dress pants, which his massive gut was still stuffed into, pinged off after an alarmingly short period, allowing the surge of stomach rolls to begin billowing forth onto his lap. Simon moaned in delight, the sound muffled by a mouthful of juicy bacon cheeseburger. His fat hands began stuffing his mouth at an even faster pace, the chubby sausage fingers greedily grabbing at anything Apollo held out within reach. After about an hour, all the buttons of his waistcoat had burst off, revealing the straining buttons of his dress shirt, complete with rips around his impressive moobs. The seams of his sleeves were almost completely torn apart, his flabby shoulders nearly ripping the sleeves right off the shirt entirely. Suddenly, after eating a party size tray of deep fried cheese sticks, the buttons of his shirt gave out one after the other, starting from the bottom of his sagging gut and working all the way up to his trifecta of wobbling chins. With the demise of his shirt buttons, his cascading stomach rolls surged forward with no barrier, with the largest lower roll almost flowing to the edge of where his knees once were.

Apollo chuckled, withholding the next box of greasy fast food from his hopelessly obese boyfriend, waiting until he finished his current batch to see if he noticed the food had stopped. Sure enough, Simon immediately noticed as soon as he swallowed the last of his fried chicken wings, his flabby hands grasping around desperately for any nearby food. His gray eyes suddenly locked with Apollo’s, as he saw the bag of delivery boxes dangling from his hand. “Justice-dono,” he growled, “give me that, now “

Apollo smirked. “Not until you beg for it, Simon.” He waggled the overflowing sack of food back and forth, watching his corpulent boyfriend’s glare soften into a look of desperation, his pudgy lips quivering as he unconsciously whimpered. The voracious overstuffed man raised his jiggly arms, his fat sausage fingers grasping desperately towards the delicious fattening treats he so badly craved. Apollo felt a surge of pride, mingled with desire, at seeing the once-proud samurai prosecutor reduced to a pitiful blob of adipose, too addicted to being fed to even put up a fight anymore. The chubby defense attorney never thought he could be so attracted to someone so pathetic, but something about finally being the one in control gave him such a thrill.

Apollo finally relented after watching his barely-clothed partner struggle to reach for the food for a good few minutes, placing the bag of food directly on top of Simon’s overstuffed gut. The greedy hog of a man eagerly began ripping open the takeout containers, desperately stuffing the food within into his mouth to sate his hungry stomach. The more he devoured, the more the sounds of ripping fabric and busting seams began to fill the apartment. His flabby arms and pancake stacks of love handles and side rolls reduced the remains of his shirt to shreds, and his enormous couch-filling ass cheeks and jiggling thigh rolls quickly burst out of the restraining dress pants, immediately pooling out beneath him and spreading across the cushions being crushed underneath his bulk.

As the final death knell of his tailored suit ripped through the air, Simon swallowed the last of his dinner, his entire chest jiggling from how hard he was panting. His flabby face was flushed and sweaty, but his gray eyes glowed with pride. The morbidly obese prosecutor looked over at his boyfriend Apollo, who was walking into the kitchen. The red-suited man returned with a bag filled with bakery boxes, a soft smile on his chubby face. “Well, a promise is a promise. You did great, Simon.” Apollo grabbed his boyfriend’s chubby wrists, hoisting the enormous man off of his flabby ass and helping him waddle his way into their bedroom. The lowest roll of his overfed gut loudly slapped against his thunderous thighs with every slow step he took, and Apollo kept glancing back to look at Simon’s shapeless ass cheeks jiggling and wobbling constantly the entire time. When they arrived in the bedroom, Simon gratefully collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving from the effort to walking just a few feet. After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, an exercise in futility at his size, the obese man shifted his flabby physique so he could lay on his back. Apollo straddled his boyfriend’s lap-covering gut, laying himself between his pillowy moobs, and opened the first of the white boxes. Inside was a decadent chocolate cake, with lots of gooey frosting and ganache. Grabbing a big slice with his bare hand, Apollo lifted it to Simon’s waiting mouth. “Open wide, babe. You’ve earned this.” In between stuffing pieces of the sticky sweet cake into his boyfriend’s chubby mouth, Apollo also took breaks to make out with him, caressing his jiggling jowls and chins while licking the frosting off his lips between kisses. He relished in hearing Simon’s labored breathing up close and personal, feeling his panting breaths against his own mouth as their lips met. Apollo thought about how lucky he was to have met Simon, and how much luckier he was to have discovered his softer side, as he heard his flabby boyfriend moan softly, his hunger for more cake eclipsing his lust for more kisses.

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heaven-s-black-box · 6 months

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The Edgeworths-Prosecutors office

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Recovery date: July 13th, 2020

Description: Edgeworth and his kids

Notes: An entry from my 2020 research project into the universe of Ace Attorney. You can find the next entry here.

Word count: 563

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“Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay screamed as she tackled him in a hug.

“Oof! It is good to see you again Kay. How have you been?” He smiled, awkwardly returning the hug.

“Good! Good! Is Sebby here? I haven’t seen him in forever!” Kay let him go and began scanning the room.

“Prosecutor Debeste is currently in the middle of a trial, however you can stay at the prosecutor’s office until he returns. I have some people I think you would enjoy meeting.” He turned around and waved at her to follow him.

Kay had spent the last few months abroad, helping Franziska and interpol. With the recent end to an investigation, Franziska and her had returned to LA. Franziska would be leaving again in a few days, she only had to retrieve a few files, but Kay was planning on picking up an investigation here. She really did miss LA and it’s prosecutors.

“So, who am I meeting? Is it “that man”?” She asked, doing a terrible Edgeworth impression. He rolled his eyes.

“No. We’ve acquired two new prosecutors I’d like you to meet.”

They climbed the rest of the stairs, with Kay telling him all about her time with Franziska. Apparently Franziska had been done with Kay’s antics after day two. So, she’d told Kay to just investigate on her own, that explained the call he’d gotten. Not long after the two had left, Franziska had called him to tell him he was insane, and nothing else.

“Now, they are a little strange to say the least,” Edgeworth said, as they approached an office. “I’ll introduce you to prosecutor Gavin first, he’s the more… calm of the two.” He muttered something else that she missed. “Prosecutor Gavin,” he said, as he pushed open the door. They were met with yelling so intense, she was surprised they hadn’t heard it outside.

“Herr Samurai while you have a point-”

“Gavin-dono your refusal is futi-”

“Oh my god! You’re Klavier Gavin!” Both men stopped yelling at each other and turned to the door.

Kay stood jaw dropped, pointing at Klavier, and Edgeworth just sighed. She ignored him and ran up to Klavier.

“I love your music! Can I get an autograph? Or better yet,” she fished around in her bag and pulled out a Gavineers CD, “Can you sign this?”

Klavier shook off his shock, and glared at Simon who had started snickering. He turned back to Kay and smiled, “Of course Fraulein.” Kay let out an almost deafening squeal. “And who am I signing it to?”

“Kay, Kay Faraday. I thought Sebby was lying when he said he worked with THE Klavier Gavin… I guess I owe him an apology,” she grumbled the last part. The two prosecutors were shocked when Edgeworth gave Kay a fond smile.

“Now,” he said, turning back to the two prosecutors, “What on earth were you two fighting about?”

“Gavin-dono and I were merely having a heated debate on whether Justice-dono would accept the proposal of a date with him,” Simon smirked, watching as Klavier’s face turned pink.

Edgeworth nodded, “Please keep these debates civil, or do not have them at all. But for the record, I’m sure Mr. Justice would absolutely accept the proposal of a date.” He smiled, before turning around to leave. “Do not cause too much chaos Kay, Prosecutor Debeste should be returning soon.”

“Yes sir!”

#researcher s's recovery #S's 2020 recovery project #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #klavier gavin #simon blackquill #fluff #ons oneshot #aa oneshot

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tabithwaslost · 1 year

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30 Ace Attorney Headcanons!

Keep in mind though, some of these are dark. I have darker headcanons but I'm not gonna use them yet.

1. Kristoph was very rebellious against his parents through the ages of 10-17 until they started threatening that they'll kill him.

2. Klavier learned to rebel and break all the rules from Kristoph. If it weren't for Kristoph, Klavier would've never built up the courage to start a music career.

3. Simon watched anime as a child but quit for years. Then, when Athena was 3 she also started watching anime and she wanted someone to watch it with her. There was no one else other than 13 year old Simon so he became an anime fan again.

4. The prosecutors' building have a group chat on every single app and even Kay and Ema are in it.

5. Kay usually sends cursed images and memes on the group chat meanwhile Ema apologises/apologizes for her.

6. Klavier is actually severely depressed.

7. Klavier takes serotonin pills [anti-depressants] and other pills to be more stable.

8. Klavier has more than once overdosed on anti-depressants and has fainted.

9. Ga'ran used to hit Rayfa and Rayfa would have bruises that are very visible and that is why they made her the cloak she wears.

10. Rayfa didn't have a childhood because of terrible "parents" so she now acts like a primary/elementary school child around her family to relive her childhood.

11. Miles, Phoenix, Maya, Trucy, Athena, Pearl, Ema, Rayfa and Kay all suffer from sever ADHD.

12. Klavier has the exact same nervous ticks and [subconscious] habits as Kristoph. When he's being "tense" the muscles on his right hand would get tense like Kristoph and a lot more [subconscious] habits and nervous ticks that he has that are just like Kristoph's.

13. Every Gramarye gets their first bracelet on their dominant hand. Apollo got the first bracelet on his left hand because it is his dominant hand, and Thalassa will give Trucy the other bracelet on Trucy's right hand because it is Trucy's right hand.

14. If a Gramarye is ambidextrous [uses both hands] then the parent will give them the opposite of their dominant hand. So if the parent is a lefty, they'll give their child the bracelet on their right hand.

15. Mia used to always tell Maya that Maya acts like Mia when Mia was younger and Mia said that it was like she was rewatching her childhood because child Maya acted exactly like child Mia. That is why Maya still acts like a child.

16. After the events of AA6, Apollo wanted to see what his father was like so he asked Queen Amara [the former queen] to channel Jove. When she did, Jove still thought he was in the fire and his first words were "....my son... I couldn't save my son..." and then he saw a face that looked just like him and Apollo said "Papa, it's me, your son." then Apollo proceeded to explain everything to Jove. Yes Apollo called Jove "Papa" because he never got to use that word.

17. Miles thinks his father would be proud of him while Franziska thinks her father would be disappointed in her.

18. Even after the big reveal, Amara, Apollo and Nahyuta still subconsciously call Rayfa "Your Benevolence".

19. After Misty failed to channel Gregory, Mia tried to channel him and she succeeded but no one believed her because she was 12 years old at the time.

20. All of the girls in the Fey Clan used to have nightmares about demons when they first learn to channel spirits.

21. When Aura went to prison and met Lana, Aura told Lana stories about Metis and Lana told stories to Aura about Mia.

22. When Geiru went to prison, she also had stories to tell to Lana and Aura about a woman she also missed.

23. The women's prison trio [Lana, Aura and Geiru] all make fun of their little siblings and tell each other stories about their little siblings in prison.

24. Geiru didn't get a death sentence because the judge was corrupt and he believed she was "too pretty" to get a death sentence. The dark age of the law hasn't fully ended, but most of it has.

25. Sebastian and Kay sometimes use a British accent because they picked it up from Justine and Miles.

26. Although she will never admit it, Franziska loves a version of the steel samurai called "The Rainbow Samurai". We see it on the TV for a split second in "Sound To The Turnabout Melody", she went back to it after a few hours, watched it, and absolutely loved it. She still loves it.

27. Apollo is also a steel samurai fan, he constantly argues with Rayfa about which is better, the steel samurai or the lady kee'ra show that Rayfa watches.

28. When Thalassa committed perjury in Turnabout Serenade, she knew that Apollo knew that she lied. She knew exactly what he was capable of but she wanted to test out his abilities.

29. If Thalassa gives Apollo the second bracelet, even Nahyuta will not be able to use his telekinesis to stop Apollo from perceiving him.

30. Every Gramarye gets really scared and afraid when they first learn about their talent but then they get used to it. This talent dates back to the era of The Holy Mother where their ancestor Gramarye started paying attention to every move that a person does whilst talking to them and she taught her kids, which then taught their kids and one of her descendants was a miner and he invented the Gramarye's heirloom bracelets.

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hot-take-tournament · 10 months

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Klapollo isn't for everyone obviously so I won't say that it is, but they actually foil each other really well and I think that's where the shipping aspect comes in. Apollo wears his heart on his sleeve and is super distrusting of pretty much everyone. Klavier hides his true thoughts and feelings away to be the person he thinks others wants to see and throws himself into trusting people, he wants it so desperately. The people closest to Apollo trust him while the people closest to Klavier don't. They're both grieving so many things, running from and fighting them. They have the potential to help each other in a way that no other characters presented can (in aa4 imo. Not out here saying you couldn't possibly ship them with anyone else, I'm a multishipper myself lol). Some people might be looking for wrightworth, but tbh this ship is the opposite of them. I totally understand not liking the ship, it's hard to be as compelling as wrightworth when capcom decided to do ALL THAT to Apollo rip my guy, hope you can reconcile your 8 backstories, and then do absolutely NOTHING with Kalvier rip my guy, hope you're doing something somewhere and didn't like join Clay offscreen or something. Probably moved to Borginia with Apollo's mom /j I could say more but idk the character limit on an ask and you don't want my essay in your ask box.

TLDR; It's not for everyone but it's not baseless.

(so... now that persona 3 is getting a remake, i can't stop thinking about this one time i was on my way home and i passed by this weird family-owned sweetshop i'd never seen before. so on impulse i decided to go in and buy something, and i ended up buying this huge novelty lemon sherbert, because i needed to study and i wanted something that would last a long time. so i get back home, sit on my bed and look for some calming study music to put on, and for whatever reason the first thing i think of is kimi no kioku from persona 3. at this point, i remembered i had the sherbert, so i put the song on loop, went to get it, and then got back onto the bed to eat it. and because i live alone and there was no one around to make fun of me, for fun i decided to eat it all sexy like cleopatra eating grapes (you know, when you lie back, tilt your head towards the ceiling, hold it above your head, and lower it into your mouth). but as i'm holding it over my head, the sherbert slipped out of my fingers, bounced off my tongue and went straight down the collar of my shirt. i immediately forgot where i was, panicked, awkwardly fished it out and just flung it straight into the back of my throat and accidentally swallowed it whole - at which point it immediately got lodged in my oesophagus and completely cut off my airway, and no matter what i did, i just couldn't get it out. so i stumbled out of bed and started frantically clawing at my throat as i tried to find the door, unable to breathe, unable to scream, until my vision began to darken around the edges and i couldn't see - and the next thing i know i'm lying on my back gasping for air, with a dumbell that i had left lying on the floor now lodged between my shoulder blades, and the massive sherbert fused to my eyelid. so what must've happened is i'd blacked out, toppled backward and fell on this dumbell in just the right way that it dislodged the sherbert and launched it out of my throat, sending it arcing through the air and landing it on my face. and ever since that day i've always wondered - what if i had just died there? if i had fallen very slightly differently and missed the dumbell, would i have died alone on that carpet, desperately begging for help that i knew would never come? and if i did, how long would it have been before someone even noticed i was gone, let alone care enough to come check on me? and what would've happened when they did? since i had the song playing on loop, and my laptop was plugged in, there's a chance that when they did finally find me, they'd find me lying on my back, eyes closed, with kimi no kioku playing on repeat in the background)

#asks #not a poll #aa4 spoilers #klapollo #aa4

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digitalstowaway · 2 years

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Klavier has fits. He's a diva. He can be an absolute brat.

And one day, after Apollo tells him no they can't go see a movie that weekend they have way too much housework to do, Klavier ends up on the kitchen floor. He lays on his back, yelling that they can just push housework off until later.

Apollo leaves him alone. He walks away and let's Klavier whine in frustration. He has firm boundaries with Klavier, and he won't let Klavier have a temper tantrum in front of him like that.

An hour passes, Apollo gets laundry folded and put away, and the kitchen is quiet. He walks back in. Klavier is still on the floor. His hair is fanned out around him, and he states up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

Apollo sits next to him, back pressed against the cupboards. "What was that about?"

"I want to see a movie."

"No. What was it about?"

"I want to see a movie, and you said no."

Apollo sighs. Klavier rolls over until he's he's laying his head in Apollo's lap. Apollo rubs his back, gently.

"You weren't told no much as a kid, huh?"

"I had very reasonable requests."

"Klavier. Come on. Why did you have an absolute breakdown over a movie?"

"Because I don't want to clean this weekend."

"Why not?"

"I don't like cleaning. It's hard."

"We can make it easier."

"And I want to spend actual time with you."

"If we get it done quickly, we can spend time together."

"But I don't want to get it done first."

Apollo understands Klavier doesn't have much of a sense of delayed gratification. And he can't blame him. He seems like he was a spoiled kid. Years of being a rockstar probably did some damage.

But, still, Klavier is an adult. He needs to learn better ways to communicate.

"We can get started Saturday morning," Apollo says. He moves his hand to Klavier's hair. "And if we're done by Sunday, we can see a movie. But we really need to get the house sorted out. It's a mess, and you promised I could put up new wallpaper in the dining room. I already got the paper."

"I thought you'd pay someone to do that, I'll be honest."

"It's more satisfying to do it yourself. You'll see that when you help me with it tomorrow."

Klavier sighs and buries his face in Apollo's lap.

"Tired?" Apollo asks.

"Yes."

"That's what happens when you have tantrums. Come on. Get to bed. I have to do some paperwork."

"Can you do the paperwork in bed with me?"

"No. You're going to go to sleep, and I'm going to work. If you wanted to spend quality time together, you shouldn't have had a fit."

Klavier lays there, quiet. Apollo pats his back, signaling they need to get up. In the morning, he'll make the housework seem easy to tackle. He'll break it up so Klavier doesn't get frustrated again. And when they accomplish the little bits of it, Apollo will make sure to make Klavier look at their progress.

"Bed, Klavier."

"Carry me?"

"Carry you." Apollo scoffs.

"Tuck me in at least?"

"I'll tuck you in."

#klapollo #this is based on howl #as in #the wizard with the castle that moves #klavier gavin

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riseninsaturn · 1 year

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do you think that was the first time kristoph told klavier to calm down? do you think he used to tell him that repeatedly in their childhood? do you think even when klavier became a rockstar, with all his eccentric ways of speaking, people told him to calm down? do you think his band members did when he disbanded the gavinners? do you think daryan did before he was called to the stand in serenade? do you think klavier had to teach himself to put on a smiley face whenever he got angry? do you think that klavier gavin has ever felt anything that wasn’t cut off by his carefully manufactured personas, up until his brother’s second conviction?

#saturn.txt #TALK TO ME ABOUT KLAVIER GAVIN.#saturn.judas (the gavin brothers)

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mutxnts · 1 year

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okay my own take on seven year gap and what phoenix thinks of klavier: i think in general he thinks klavier is an alright kid and talented even if he does not respect the copoganda music AT ALL, but that takes a long while to get to.

because i think the immediate aftermath of the disbarment, the most obvious suspect for who set this up was klavier. he was the cocky hotshot making a debut, he had the exact forger ready to testify, he was the only person to benefit from that mess. and even once phoenix figures out Kristoph was involved, there is no hint of a connection between Kristoph and Zak until Zak and Klavier tell you in 2026. There is no reason to think Kristoph would do any of this on his own for his own benefit. But it would make sense for a big brother to help out his baby brother.

So I think Phoenix early on just sees this kid who wanted anything to win, like phoenix has faced a dozen times before. but this kid was all talk until he got what he thought he wanted, and couldn't handle the guilt of what he did. And ran away instead of doing anything about it.

I think learning Kristoph had more controlling devious side only provided context for why Klavier would have done any of this. And then Kristoph killed a man and Phoenix was like Oh. Wait a minute

okay wait yeah this is actually a really good point bc you’re right, klavier did have the forger immediately ready to testify. even if he did say he had inside info that there might be a forgery presented in court, that’s still super sus since he never said who his insider was. i guess i’ve always kind of thought phoenix would despise klavier simply bc he was involved with the case in which he got disbarred, but i think you’re 100% right in that his hatred might run deeper during early 7yg bc he doesn’t really know much about kristoph’s involvement yet and would just think it was klavier trying to win a case. it’s not unheard of for prosecutors to have the mentality of doing anything to win, even if it means forging evidence. phoenix would obviously be very well aware of that fact, and so i think you’re right that his first suspicions would be against klavier first

#ask #meta #aa meta #ace attorney #phoenix wright #klavier gavin #kristoph gavin #okay thank you for sending me this bc this is actually really helpful for what i’m trying to write

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thesimpsbasement · 2 years

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Request for Mod Betty! Can I ask for headcanons about how would Edgeworth, Apollo, Phoenix, Godot, Simon, and Klavier react if their crush remembered something they mentioned a long time ago please?

Yes of course! Apologies for taking so long I sort of saved this one for last due to the amount of characters and I've been unmotivated lately so apologies for the long delay hope you don't mind!

But with that out of the way I hope you enjoy reading!

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Fandom: Ace Attorney

Characters:Phoenix Wright ,Miles Edgeworth, Godot,Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin,Simon Blackquill

Author: Mod Betty

Warnings: Spoilers for AA3, Slight AA5 spoilers

Reader is gender neutral

A/N: finally cleared our inbox hehe I dunno when we'll reopen requests again personally I want to write oc related stuff( won't be posted though)since I told myself I would this summer so Mod Saya will take over for a bit most likely we'll see

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ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕩 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

-You two were classmates in university and often hung out with each other

-You never really liked his relationship with Dalhia,it was a gut feeling and not wanting to upset your friend you just kept it to yourself

-You were in the gallery during his trial, you knew Phoenix would never kill some like that

-You were honestly at the edge of your seat the whole time and oh boy you were relieved that he got a not guilty verdict

-After the trial you were walking to congratulate him on escaping by a slither

-You walked up to him and congratulated him and thanked Mia for getting him out of trouble

-As you 3 sat on the sofa of and started chatting

" You know I'll take some law classes so I can be a great lawyer!"

-Timeskip to present day you found yourself quite in the predicament

-It happened so fast you still are registering what occurred but here you were in the detection center because you were accused of murder

-Before you could wonder how or why you were framed you heard 2 people walking in, a blue suited gentleman and a black haired girl besides him

-Looks up at the gentleman's you immediately recommend who it was and so did he when he got a good look of your face

" PHOENIX!?" You shouted " _____!?" Phoenix shouted back leaving the black haired girl confused

-" Do you know each other?" The girl who later introduced herself as Maya asked " Uh yeah they were a friend of mine during university " he explained scratching his neck "Sooo why are you here" you asked curious until you notice the badge on his chest " Wait don't tell me are you here to?" You trail looking at him " yeah I am I can't let you sit here by yourself with a murder accusation up your sleeve " he said looking determined " So you were serious back then when you sold you'll be lawyer huh" you say reminiscing about old times

-Phoenix was surprised that you remembered such a silly thing from years ago but he cracked a smile but before he could say anything he was interrupted

" hate the cut the sweet moments bit we came here to ask questions " Maya said pouting " Oh yeah I guess that's true please tell us what happened " Phoenix asked getting all serious " Right" you say before explaining the situation

-You were surprised by his skills in court even if he had some silly and embarrassing moments but that was just the Phoenix you knew and you were glad you got to see him again

-After the trial you 2 met up and started talking, it felt nostalgic and familiar almost " you really became the oh so great lawyer you said you'll be" you said " Yeah I'm surprised you remembered something like that considering it's been how many years since we last talked" Phoenix replied smiling but deep down he was glad you still remembered him even if the version him that you knew was more dumber than his current self.

𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝔼𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

-You were a fellow prosecutor just like Edgeworth

-Despite him not being the talkative type you 2 managed to grow rather close(( even stirring some unnecessary feelings within him)

-When you grew close enough he began opening up to you about what happened those years ago in that elevator and how it still haunts him to this day, he also mentioned his fear of elevator and earthquakes which you kept in mind

-You always took precautions to be close to Edgeworth just in case am earthquakes would happen since he doesn't usually take the elevator

-One faithful day as you 2 were hangings out at his place after work when suddenly an earthquake struck which prompt Edgeworth to panic, noticing this you quickly rushed to him trying to calm him down and to support him so even if he did pass out he wouldn't hit face first into the floor

-You 2 were lying on the floor you hugging Edgeworth protective, the earthquake wasn't strong but it still shocked the man to his core

-When it did finally calm down you laid him down on his bed waiting for him to wake up

When he did he was a bit confused at first but the remembered what occurred before he lost consciousness " I must've failed " he concluded sitting up

-You walked in the room with a cup of tea in hand " Oh Miles you're awake here I made this cup of tea for you" you said handing out the cup ad he took it, his hands still shaking a bit "Apologies for passing out like that back there I-" before he could finish you started talking " No need to apologise Miles I already knew something like that would happen so I made sure you'll be alright , I mean you told me yourself how much earthquakes affect you " you say looking at him

-He was surprised , what he said wasn't exactly something minor or easily forgettable but he was still surprised you removed that bit of info

-Sighing he took a deep breath before taking a sip of the tea " Thank you ____" he said with a small smile appearing on his face " Of course I'll do anything to help!"

𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕥

-You've been working at Fey and Co office for some time alongside Diego for quite some time

-You,Mia and Diego were like 3 peas in a pod and could barely be separated

-Sometimes when Diego is too busy you or Mia would take the liberty to make his favourite blend to help energise him a bit and to take a break every now and then

-When Diego first told you how to make his coffee blend you had to write it down but eventually you knew it by heart and that was sorta a bonding moment for you two

-But things wouldn't be the same ever since that forsaken case

-You all had your suspensions on Dahlia and when Diego eventually got poisoned you were both devastated meanwhile Mia tried her best to console you in his place and promised the both of you everything will be fine

-And then Mia passed as well you were practically left all alone, you lost the 2 people you cared about ,feeling bad Phoenix took you as one of his assistants and tried to be there for you which you appreciated

-When the new prosecutor introduced himself you could've sworn he seemed so familiar it couldn't be could it? But you chose to ignore it until he revealed who he truly was

-The whole trial left you stunned and unable to comprehend what you were hearing and seeing

-after the trial you were devastated once more but you did visit Godot often when he wasn't feeling guilty about the whole thing

-Till he was released this is how you two communicated

-On the day of his release you decided to celebrate by making his favorite blend considered he probably wasn't allowed coffee during his time in prison

-You offered the glass of the warm beverage to him and he took it ,he trusted you and knew you wouldn't think of poisoning it

-Taking a sip an all too familiar taste took over his mouth as he drank the bitter drink

-" Hah looks like you still remember how to make my Godot blend no.107 down to the last detail" he said smiling at you before taking another sip of coffee.

𝔸𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

-It happened once with a chat with you, him and Trucy.You don't remember what the actual conversation was but you remember Apollo mentioning having a pet rabbit , it was a bit surprising since he didn't look like the type of have a rabbit as pet but you found it cute

-One day he was particularly stressed so you took it upon yourselves to cheer him up so you suggested going somewhere to take a breather

-Apollo was a bit hesitant but he agreed plus Phoenix insisted he can go

-" So where exactly are we going?" He asked as you literally dragged him to whatever destination you had in mind " oh you'll see" you simply said continuing to drag the poor boy to who knows where

-Eventually you came to a stop and he recognised the building as a bunny café " Let's have a drink here and take a break for a bit my treat" you say before walking in

-Ordering your drinks of choice you 2 sat down at a table enjoying your drinks

-" I have to ask why did you choose this café specifically we passed some you know" he asked curious about your choice "Oh I didn't just drag you here for a drink come we still have a bigger and a fluffier attraction wanting here " you say before taking Apollo to the bunny room where bunnies of all shapes and sizes were waiting

-" Still a bit confused about why you chose this place" Apollo said reaching to pet a rabbit nearby " I remember you mentioned having a pet rabbit once so I thought this place would be perfect to sort of bring you like a sense of nostalgia you know" you explained sitting next to him also petting the rabbit that's been sitting on his lap

-" You remembered someone as small as that!?" He exclaimed trying to keep his voice down to not scare the other bunnies and to not disturb the other customers " Maybe you'd be a better lawyer than me" he chuckled enjoying the moment

-You definitely took pictures and showed them to rest of the agency much to Apollo's dismay since there were some photos of him being all soft while playing and feeding the bunnies

-You,Apollo and Phoenix also had to stop Trucy from running to a pet store to buy a rabbit

𝕂𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟

-you two were childhoods friends

-you would usually goof around and talk about things you aspired to be even if some would sound super unrealistic you were just kids after all

-" I want to be a popular singer and have my own band!" Little Kalver said smiling "woah that's so cool I'll be your first and biggest fan!" You respond with a smile appearing on your face as well. "You better show up to all my concerts and let me wow you with my music " he demanded, looking forward to following this dream " But of course I wouldn't miss them for the world!" You 2 giggled having fun with your little conversation

-Growing up you did split ways Kalvier choosing the pursue law while you chose something else and you two often found yourselves too busy to talk with each other but you 2 would meet soon

-You were just reading the newspaper having finished work and found a familiar face and name "Rockstar prosecutor sweeps the courtroom floor!" Wow, talk about eye-catching titles and there he was looking all high and mighty.

-This suddenly gave you the idea of giving him a visit hoping he won't be busy that is

-You made your way to the prosecution's office,a bit nervous considering how scary people make the other prosecutors seem

-Taking a deep breath you enter the building and ask around for Klavier's office and eventually you found yourself standing in front of his office's door

-You knock and hear a " come in" signaling you to enter.You were pondering how he'll react ,would he even remind you? Would he kick you out? But before you can pinder for longer you hear Klavier's voice

-"____!?" He exclaimed" What brings you here? I haven't seen you in years!" Despite looking older he was still the Klavuer you knew

-"Wanted to come for a visit, a little reunion if you will, hope you're not too busy" you said rubbing your neck " No no it's alright I've just finished some stuff so I'm all yours" he said winking causing you playful hit his arm

-Looking around you quickly notice the display case of all his guitars "Woah there are so many you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to be a singer" you said looking at the different types " My my you still remember those silly chats we had when we were young " he asked walking next to you " Obviously you'd never stop talking about it " you said both to giggle at each other's foolishness in their youth

-You two spent catching up with things and reminiscing about old times and Klavier was honestly glad to have you back and be able to be by your side once more.

𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕝

-The first time you met Simon was before the UR-1 incident

-He often talked about wanting to study physiology and you've supported him but ever since the faithfull day where his mentor died and he was accused with and sentenced to death he cut ties with you, no matter how hard you tried it was futile so you just let it go

-All those 7 years you couldn't stop thinking about how he was and sometime you've had sleepless nights pondering if he did or did not get executed

-When you found the charges were released you were ecstatic but weren't sure if you should visit him or not consider how he pushed you away for so long

-Surprisingly you heard a knock at your door a few days after his release and speak of the devil there he was standing in the door frame which left you shocked

-He was a lot more different looking and had a hawk accompanying him

-" Simon you're..you're here!" You exclaimed still trying to process everything " Keh apologies for the long wait. I wasn't exactly in the best of circumstances.." he trailed off walking inside your house, closing the door behind him. "Please take a seat, I'll get some tea for the both of us!" You said before rushing to the kitchen

-Simon took a seat in the living room as he looked around and started to notice how much me longed for your presence and attention

-Coming back with 2 cups of tea you sit down next to him and you 2 start talking about what happened in the past 7 years. At some point you remembered what he said before his arrest " Are you still into the whole studying psychology ordeal?" You asked trying to be careful with your words to not open old wounds considering his mentor has been killed " Quite so maybe I should teach you a few things you sure were rooting for me back then about it " he chuckled taking a sip of his tea " oh yeah I meant to ask you this but who's your friend you got there?" You ask pointing at the bird on his shoulder " Oh this is my loyal companion Taka it's been helping me through the time in clink " he said rubbing the bird's chin " If you'd wish I can let you pet him but don't be surprised if he bites keh"

#fanfiction #ace attorney #fanfic #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney fanfiction #apollo justice x reader #phoenix wright x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #godot x reader #diego armando x reader #klavier gavin x reader #simon blackquill x reader

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askaceattorney · 6 months

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Dear Gumshoe-letty-fan,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Agreed. Klavier got the short end of the stick when it came to his character. Though, he’s not the only one. Franziska also lost her father to prison and has to carry a damaged reputation because of it. If we were to go by location, which is in Japan, there’d have been great shame upon the von Karma’s to the point where Franziska would only be seen as the daughter of a criminal. Thankfully, she did develop from that, but I believe there is a huge character arc missing from Franziska and one I think a lot of fans wish to see.

Though the one I’d have to choose that had the saddest things happen to him or her, it would be Maya. She’s lost her sister, then was arrested for it. That’s got to be traumatic for her. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my sister and found myself convicted for her murder in one day, let alone five minutes. I mean the girl was so traumatized that she fainted and Phoenix had to carry her to the couch. Then, to find herself arrested because her name was on the receipt her sister supposedly wrote? It doesn’t even end there. A year later, Maya gets arrested again because her Aunt wants to get rid of her to make way for Pearl to be the new Master. Morgan Fey had raised Maya throughout most of her childhood. To find out that someone who is supposedly a second mother to you wants you arrested and possibly dead has to be one of the most dreadful things to swallow, not to mention a serious betrayal. And, just when you think it couldn’t get any worse for Maya, her Aunt makes a pact with her daughter Dahlia WHILE IN PRISON to set up a plan to trick Pearl into channeling Dahlia to kill Maya. Not only is that traumatizing for Pearl, but that is an extra burden on Maya from her end. That’s not counting her mother being killed because she was channeling the very person that was trying to kill her and her sister’s fiancé had to step in to save her. This is just the trilogy. I haven’t even got to the Inmee’s and that whole debacle.

To this day, I do not know how Maya could move on from that. Most people would be suicidal at this point. Yet, she’s able to pick herself back up and move on. I’m convinced Phoenix and Pearl are the reason, but I cannot understand how Maya can go through all that shit without developing some form of PTSD or Depression. It’s one thing to think you killed your parent, but to have your own family try to murder you is another kind of trauma I would not wish on my worst enemy. If I had to choose between Edgeworth’s and Maya’s backstory for anyone, I’d choose Edgeworth’s because he at least can move on knowing he didn’t kill his father and that his mentor is a bitch. I’d like to ask anyone how they’d be able to move on from knowing their secondary mother and Aunt tried to kill them over a leadership position? Edgeworth barely was able to move on from DL-6. How Maya was able to move on from all this shit is a godsend.

Co-Mod: That’s a tough one, but for me, I’d say it’s a tossup between Maya and Athena. Both of them lost their mothers and were apparently abandoned by their fathers, but unlike Maya, Athena had to actually see it happen during her childhood (and it sure wasn’t a pretty sight), which was so traumatic for her that she didn’t even remember most of it until years later when she had to confront it in order to prove her innocence, and she even had to face the possibility that it might have been her who committed the murder on top of that. To not only come out of that okay, but to have a constant can-do attitude afterward is nothing short of an incredible feat.

A close second would be Simon Keyes, who developed trust issues at a young age and came to believe that even the law was against him. As cruel as he became, he was someone in need of saving, as Edgeworth pointed out, and that rescue didn’t come until the very end. Better than nothing, but it’s still hard for me not to feel for him, or for anyone with that level of mistrust.

Dear Charicla,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I’ve never used it, so I wouldn’t know.

In any case, I’ve already decided to delete any letters that look or read like what that troll had been putting out. Even now, they’re trying to sneak in letters from Hotti under different Anonymous names. Thankfully, it’s easy to know which is them, because of their writing style alone.

(Referenced Link)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: We never get to the letters in the inbox for a month or a few weeks. Either way, it seems you guys didn’t need our help for Shoe and Wagahai to win against the Baron.

(I’d have voted for both to be honest. I love The Cat Returns.)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Clay Terran. Apollo kept mentioning him throughout Duel Destinies and we never get to see him. I think we should have seen Clay instead of just being told of his existence by Apollo.

Co-Mod: Cindy Stone comes to mind. I’m not a big fan of models, but it’d be nice to know why she had a soft spot for Larry despite having so many other men who admired her.

Dear Charicla,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I’ve never used the block tags on here, so I don’t know what to do about that. As I have said before, the Hotti letters from that troll are gone now, so it shouldn’t be a problem anymore.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Yes and no. The Squid Game letters were going around at the time and I couldn’t come up with better ideas for Gant’s response.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Pun,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I wasn’t a mod at the time. I’m assuming this is from Co-Mod. If it is, he’ll answer below. Either way, your words are appreciated.

Co-Mod: Yep, that was me.

I probably wouldn’t have noticed it myself if you hadn’t pointed it out. It’s always fun discovering things you didn’t notice before like that, so I’m glad I was able to create that moment for you.

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Honestly, all of them. I did mention in your previous letter about not telling the same joke more than three times. This is one example of how it could be done if you were to break that rule. The reason it works is because you’re using the same joke to multiple people, each one of them being different from the other.

If you really want to start doing letters again, I’d start by either STOP making Hotti letters altogether or writing letters that do not involve Hotti. Take a lesson from Dawsongfg. If you want to write letters again, stop writing the very letters that got you blacklisted in the first place.

Co-Mod: Do old ones count? If so, I’d probably go with this one.

Dear Rogertheegg,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: To be honest, I’m not sure. However, someone on here did create an OC that is close to an ideal Prosecutor for Athena. The only thing I remember is that her name was Steele. I loved her design and how she has that Old World/by-the-books mentality that opposes Athena’s New World/technological views. It’s an interesting idea and something I feel we need more of in Ace Attorney: Prosecutors that aren’t assholes and just have a different perspective on things. Sure, we had Klavier, but it’s clear he was only there to represent a reflection of his brother, who was the asshole villain.

This is why I’m excited about having Kazuma being a Prosecutor because this means the third game of TGAA will give us a Prosecutor that isn’t an asshole. I think Kazuma would do better as a Prosecutor that isn’t an asshole (the unlikable kind anyways) and is just a Prosecutor with a different set of views. The last case gave us an idea of what that would look like. Just get rid of the revenge thing and you have a Prosecutor who’s stubborn with his views and how he views a crime scene that would be an excellent opponent to Ryunosuke with an overarching conflict that would flow well with it.

Co-Mod: Simple -- use Franziska’s sister (or her niece if she’s a prosecutor by now, which wouldn’t be surprising). In the words of Phoenix, it’s scary when women fight, and who wouldn’t want to see women like them in a face-to-face courtroom brawl? I don’t even know what Franziska’s sister or niece are like, but I’m still willing to bet it’d be pretty epic.

Chief Mod Edgeworth: Why does every von Karma have to be a Prosecutor? Can’t we have female prosecutors that are original?

Dear Anonymous,

Chief Mod Edgeworth: I think your letters with Phoenix acting stupid are great examples of this. The reason your letters with Phoenix acting stupid work is because he often does this. Granted, there’s context behind it, but it’s because he’s done this before that even Edgeworth can believe those letters are from Phoenix, even if it makes him OOC or more stupid than he normally is. That’s usually the key: it has to be something other characters could believe the character you’re writing would say/do. I will give you one example by using another character known for doing stupid stuff: Dick Gumshoe.

Dear Mr. Edgeworth,

Man, that Wright character ain’t never gonna win this one for sure. The man I just arrested was the only one found next to the victim inside the bathroom. Sure, the fingerprints don’t match the weapon, but he probably wiped it off or something. It couldn’t have been anyone else but him. Let’s see Mr. Wright try to beat us this time!

- Detective Gumshoe

Now, while this one does put Gumshoe OOC for arresting someone, knowing the fingerprints don’t match the gun, it is like his character to arrest someone because their name is on the back of the receipt. He also sees Phoenix as an opponent and someone to prove that he’s a good Detective, given how many times he gets his salary cut. You could have him arrest Oldbag because she lost her temper and it would work. Then, you have this:

Dear Mr. Edgeworth,

I just arrested Mr. Wright. I always knew that guy was up to no good! You can count that we’ll get that guy in prison in no time!

- Detective Gumshoe

Not only is this OOC of Gumshoe, but this is not the kind of man he is. He’s not someone who arrests or finds joy in arresting anyone he considers a friend. Hell, he couldn’t even think straight when he had to testify to his crush being a murderer TWICE. He demanded Phoenix to defend Edgeworth the moment he was arrested and he defended Kay when she was accused of murder while amnesic. He might be reckless when arresting someone, but when he has to arrest a friend, he’s going to investigate and find anything he can find to prove his friend didn’t do it. If he has to testify to his findings that point to his friend being the killer, he’s going to be sadder than Ema Skye eating snackoos.

That’s what you do right with Phoenix. Yes, you’re having him point to everyone being the killer except the killer, but it’s closer to the kind of person he is. He does tend to do that under pressure. You also make sure that he’s not pointing to every character in the games and only points to those who testified in court (like he’s not pointing to Larry and Maya when neither of them testified. I don’t even think you had him accuse Ema since she kinda was in the middle of the trial and Phoenix pulling that stunt would make him seem less stupid and more cruel). Does this help?

-The Mods

#Most Post #Chief Mod Edgeworth #Co Mod #gumshoe-letty-fan #charicla #rogertheegg #Ace Attorney #Mod Commentary #I've mostly been putting this off because of school so if you're wondering why I haven't posted mod letters in months that's why

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axolotlsupremacyowo · 9 months

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Ten Random Lines

Hello! It's been a while, hasn't it?

I got tagged by the AMAZING @mrsmungus for this game, and I just had to play! It's been quite a while since I've played a tag game, I miss it so dearly! So, here I am, playing another tag game!

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Who shall I tag...HMM...well, that'll be @hylianjo @lena-hills @bleepbloopbotz @mikaharuka @aislinnstanaka @oceangirl24 @tsunderewatermelon and open tag! I couldn't exactly tag 10 people, so I hope that's ok.

Just like what Miranda did, I picked out the fics from my AO3 stats page with a number generator, and if I get a chaptered fic I choose a chapter through the number generator. So yeah! Let's get on with the excerpts!

Blossoming In the Rain (Ace Attorney, Rated T, 1107 words)

Their relationship blossoming together into a beautiful thing that they would take care of together. Franziska was willing to take care of it, nurture it until it grew into a thing with great beauty, and she knew that Maya Fey was going to be next to her. There may be hardships, rain pouring down on the blossom, but without rain…a blossom would never grow.

Fitted Suits (Ace Attorney, Rated G, 200 words)

It was Franziska and Maya's wedding, and Edgeworth had refused to let Phoenix to wear one of his usually loose suits. He had refused at their wedding, and he had refused now. No way in hell was Edgeworth letting Phoenix wear a loose suit to his best friend's wedding.

Master of the Kurain School of Boobery (Ace Attorney, Rated M, 10563 words)

Maya really had changed a lot about Franziska…but it was for the better. Franziska smiled. Just as Franziska was in the middle of reminiscing about Maya, that was when she was snapped out of her trance by a very familiar sound.

No Longer a Chained Man (Ace Attorney, Rated T, 300 words)

“The court finds the defendant not guilty.” Miles turned to Phoenix, examining his face, studying the subtle ways his face changed with emotions, so subtle that it took years for Miles to understand. “It’s…all over.” Phoenix had said, stunned.

Orange Dyed Hair (Stardew Valley, Rated G, 355 words)

He was working on something on his laptop, when he had heard Dickon enter in from their farmhouse. Sebastian hadn’t seen Dickon all day, since Dickon always woke up early for work. Sebastian never really minded that his husband wasn’t always there every morning, they were both busy people.

Cookies for My Sweetheart (Ace Attorney, Rated G, 1711 words)

Maya stared at Franziska in disbelief, her jaw dropping. “Wait a minute, Franzy. You’ve never baked?” “…Yes, I have never baked.” Franziska admitted. “I just never found a reason to bake. I always thought it was a foolishly foolish hobby.” “Jeez Franzy! You should have told me!” Maya said, adding. “I forget that you’re spoiled sometimes.”

Newly Painted Deluxe Coops (Stardew Valley, Rated T, 2423 words)

Sebastian walked down the stairs that lead to one of the entrances of the farm, and he let in a deep long breath as he admired the farm that he lived in. The farm was truly a beautiful place, the crops and farm buildings were all neatly organized, and the farm was decorated with paths, fences, and other various decorations that Sebastian couldn’t name. Dickon spent so much time decorating their farm, and he even changed the decorations every few months to match the seasons.

That Someone Will Never Be Me (Ace Attorney, Rated T, 6682 words)

Klavier couldn’t help but think of Apollo as he sang, think about the defense attorney who had so quickly stolen his heart. He thought about the way Apollo smiled, at that smile that he had so quickly fallen in love with. It was every kind of smile that Apollo made that Klavier had fallen in love with.

Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16 (Ace Attorney, Rated T, 10713 words)

Franziska was looking away at the wall, a cacophony of emotions crossing through her face all at once. Anger, guilt, shame, fear…Maya didn’t want to see those expressions on her face. Maya wanted to see Franziska smile and laugh, as weird as that was.

This Petty Game We're Playing (Ace Attorney, Rated M, 900 words)

Miles didn’t even know why they played this game, why they danced around what they both so desperately wanted, both refusing to cave in and admit defeat, letting the other win. And truly, neither of them ever admitted defeat, at least not without a fight. Perhaps it was the thrill of the competition, perhaps it was the satisfaction when they finally had sex, perhaps it was because they were both petty and refused to lose, perhaps it was all three and so much more.

Welp, that was it...hope you enjoyed my excerpts!

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Variations on a Sin, Ch. 3: Greed

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Written for @intrulogicalweek's Seven Deadly Sins writing event.

Remus was working through the third movement of Beethoven’s 29th Sonata and his hands flew across the keys. The metronome kept time, ticking just a little faster than it had during his first session with Logan. That day's lesson had begun a half hour early.

“Logan!” Remus had stood on the doorstep, a sheaf of sheet music clutched in one hand and a to-go coffee holder in the other. “Logan, what was the metronome set at for the Hammerklavier?

“Good afternoon, Remus,” Logan said smoothly, blinking for a moment before smiling at his new favorite student with one eyebrow raised. “Won’t you come in? You are ahead of schedule, but we may begin whenever you’re ready.”

“Thanks!” Remus grinned. His bright eyes danced between Logan’s face and the papers in his hand. “Oh, and I got us coffee! Well, I needed a little caffeination and I thought it would be rude to show up with a half-drunk cup of the fucking best coffee in Seattle and not have one for you, too, so I got you one.” He stepping inside and handed Logan the coffee tray with a happy little dance. “I didn’t know how you took it so I brought a bunch of different sweeteners and some of that fancy pants raw agave crystals that are the latest clean eating sugar we’re all supposed to use so we don’t die like cancerous lab rats.”

He peeled off his jacket, holding the sheet music tucked under his chin, his voice a little muffled and strained as he continued. “So, anyway, about the beats per minute? I was doing a little research and apparently there’s this big controversy about the piece and whether our dearly departed Ludwig had a faulty metronome or was just too deaf to hear that the piece was too fast at the tempo he’d marked on the score.”

Logan followed, still holding the coffees as Remus continued his explanation on the way to the piano. “And I read that this is the only piece that Beethoven included beats per minute on! That’s just wild! Is that true? I mean, I read that same bit of info on two different websites and then when I hit the library downtown—did you know they don’t open until nine o’clock in the morning on weekdays? It’s even later on weekends. What are you supposed to do when you’ve got something to look up?”

He sat down on the piano bench, facing the wrong way for a moment and took the coffee tray from Logan’s hands and set it down next to him. “So, the piece. Two more books I found both said the same thing. Is this just one of those one schmuck wrote it down wrong and that ‘fact’ has just been carried from documentarian to documentarian in error or is the poor schmuck who wrote it down wrong Beethoven himself?”

Remus let out a laugh and then took a long sip of his coffee. “I mean, that’s what a couple of sources were saying, too, that it wasn’t the metronome but just his mistake. He was kind of getting on in years when he wrote it. Oh!” He set down the coffee and spun around in his seat, hands hovering over the keyboard. “So what was I playing it at? I listened to some recordings, but I should have tried my own memory first because after the sixth one—Mitsuko Uchida is goddamn amazing, by the way! Her rendition of the last movement of Sonate für Klavier was just… ah!”

Before getting the signal to begin from Logan, Remus began the first few bars of the last movement, then switched over the the third, pounding the keys in a furious scherzo, tapping his foot to the beat. He looked up at Logan, still playing, “It was just so good.” He finished with a small flourish then spun back around and drank more of his coffee. “Oh, you should have some while it’s still hot. Seriously, Downpour is the be- \hest coffee in Seattle. Okay, it’s not technically Seattle but you know what I mean. We all say we live in Seattle ‘cause who the fuck’s ever heard of Kirkland outside of the a fifty mile radius from Lake Washington unless you’re staring at your soap from Costco, right?” He threw his head back and laughed, shaking his head.

“So what was the beats per minute?” He tapped his heels against the floor, still drinking his coffee. Logan picked up the carrier and set it on a side table before prying out his own cup and popping the little tab to take a sip.

“I take my coffee black, except for my first cup of the day,” he said slowly, watching his student over the top of his cup. “Are you feeling alright, Remus?” He took another small sip and eyed the syncopated tempo of Remus’ tapping. “You seem like you might have had a little extra coffee today.”

Remus giggled and shook his head. “Nah, actually this is my first cup today. I know, weird. Usually I’m on cup three by this time of the afternoon.”

Nodding, Logan picked up the metronome and showed Remus the settings, moving the little knob up a few notches. “I had it set for 124 beats per minute. Most modern theorists fall in the figurative ‘Beethoven must have included the bpm in error' camp.” He set down the metronome and watched it tick for a moment. “It was, as you mentioned, the only piece for which he included a recommended tempo.”

“I wanna try it the way he wrote it!” Remus announced, snatching up the metronome and ratcheted it up to 138 beats per minute. The little arm swung back and forth at an impossibly fast rate. “Will you tell me where I miss it?”

And so, at Logan’s quick nod, Remus swung back around on the bench and began to play. His first run through was nearly flawless, only missing a note on one little trill, but he went back and started from the beginning and did it again until he’d gotten it right. The final notes still vibrated on the low G when Remus looked up. “Can I try it faster?”

For the next hour and a half, Logan edged up the speed of the metronome a few beats at a time. Finally, Remus was playing the piece at 147 beats per minute when the doorbell rang. Logan looked down at his watch, brows knit together. “Oh, we seem to have let time get away from us.” He rested his hand on Remus’ forearm. “We have gone over our allotted time.” He gestured toward the door with a sheepish grin. “I believe that is my next student.”

“Oh, fuck, Logan, I’m so sorry. I probably ran right over the time that you use to take a break or breathe or just be a human for five seconds between lessons.” He stood up. “I’ll pay you for the overage, of course!”

“That is not necessary, Remus, I’ve enjoyed this time,” Logan smiled and raised his now-cold remaining coffee as Remus gathered the sheet music and his own empty cup. “Besides, you brought me coffee.”

“Fuck that noise,” Remus muttered, shaking his head. “You have a skill and you shouldn’t undervalue it.” He shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills. As Logan moved to open the door, Remus peeled off several and pressed them into his hand before he could see the denominations. Grabbing his coat and holding the music close to his chest, he stopped. “Hey, I was wondering if maybe I could add a few lessons a week. Like do you have any openings on other any other days?”

Logan greeted his next student and their parent and let them in. “Hi Mx. Nadella. I’ll be right with you both. Please go ahead, Cory, take a seat at the bench and begin your scales.” The little girl skipped into the front room, dragging her parent along by the hand.

“Well, I just had a few students graduate and start school out of state.” He scribbled on a piece of paper from the little notepad at the door. “I have three openings you can choose from.”

Remus took the paper and glanced down at it, smile dazzling. “I’ll take them all!”

"We— Well I will see you tomorrow, then," Logan stuttered as he gave a little awkward wave before closing the door.

"See you, tomorrow, Teach."

#Variations on a Sin #ts logan #ts remus #Logan Sanders #Remus Hyde #prequel to Play Us a Song #yes‚ you know what that means #Love and Madness series #intrulogical #intrulogical week #intrulogicalweek2022 #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction

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