#and i think my january fic is gonna be an asoryuu enemies to lovers thing

[bevioletskies]

call it magic (when i’m next to you) [chapter one]

summary: As the long-lost grandson of the illustrious Gramarye family, Apollo already knew his life was going to change for the better and for the worse. After spending his formative years on the run, adjusting to his new place in magical high society was never going to be easy. It’s only when he finds himself locked in a metaphorical - and sometimes literal - dance with Klavier Gavin, both his potential suitor and the bane of his existence, does he realize just how complicated things are about to become.

word count: 3,022

a/n: This fic is a magical ‘verse set in the regency era, where some artistic liberties are taken with the time period to accommodate the story and the magic lore. Most of the details of how this ‘verse works is explained in the fic, but I’ve made an explainer that also includes some image links to characters’ familiars, which can be found here.

Spoiler warning for minor plot points and character relationships in Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney and other games, including Investigations and Chronicles. Fic title is from the song Magic by Coldplay.

preview:

“Oh, Mother - we simply must tell Apollo of tomorrow night!” Trucy cried, her eyes shining with delight. “There are so many preparations to be made and so little time to make them.”

“Tomorrow night?” Apollo said curiously. “Grandfather made no mention of such a thing.”

“Your grandfather intends to host a ball at Gramarye Park as a way of formally introducing you to society,” Thalassa explained, her cheeks somewhat flushed with apparent embarrassment. “Believe me, love, I told him it was far too soon, that you needed time to settle in and get your bearings, but Magnifi Gramarye is nothing if not...persistent, to put it kindly. Seeing as you’re his oldest grandchild and of marriageable age, I can only imagine that all of his energies will be spent seeking out your future wife tomorrow night, no matter what any of us do or say.”

Apollo cleared his throat. “...future husband, Mother, i-if it pleases you.”

Thalassa’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh! Of course, darling, forgive me, I should not have presumed such a thing. Well, had you not been raised alongside Prince Nahyuta, your grandfather would have hastened to make the match. But worry not, for there is an abundance of young men of fine upbringing that he would be all too happy to introduce you to.”

“Lord van Zieks the younger is still unwed,” Trucy added unhelpfully before Apollo could interject, as if he had the first idea of who she was speaking of. “But there’s talk of him having deep-seated affections for an old university friend of his, one his family would never let him marry. Perhaps you would have better luck with Lord Blackquill or one of the Lord Gavins!”

Thalassa chuckled, affectionately pinching her daughter’s cheek. “Lord Simon of Hawkstone, you say? He can be gracious and well-spoken, of course, but rather brusque all the same; I should like to see Apollo wed someone who shares his sense of humor.” Her eyes softened then as she cupped Apollo’s face once more. “You should know that your father and I shared many laughs in our brief time together. Not a day goes by where I don’t think of him.”

“I do hope my presence doesn’t disturb you, Mother,” Apollo said softly, having finally found his voice. “I-I would hate to remind you of a love long lost.”

“Only in the very best of ways,” Thalassa murmured, kissing his temples with a feather-light touch.

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