#let Apollo be the boss for once

[kora-kat]

Ace attorney swap au with veteran lawyer Apollo Justice and his two apprentices; Phoenix, who thinks he can fix everything and Kristoph, who needs to be put on a watch list

[riboism]

prettiest virgin

》 pairing: dilf! j.yh x fem babysitter! reader

》 wc: 7.8k

》 plot: every night this summer, you fantasized about your boss, Mr. Jeong. babysitting his adorable daughter all summer had turned your small crush on the young, single dad into a lust-filled infatuation. after an awkward encounter that left you both humiliated, you did your best to keep your distance at his daughter’s birthday party. that is, until fate trapped you in a bathroom with him while the party carried on outside.

》 content: oh boy, let's see, age gap, aged up yunho, virgin reader, reader lowkey down bad and porn-obsessed, bathroom sex, mirror sex, panties stay on!! grinding, cowgirl stand and carry, yunho basically using you like a fleshlight, use of sir and good girl, filthy dirty talk, cum eating, cum facial, multiple orgasms, reader obsessed with his cum lol, thigh fucking, sucking his dick while he watches porn??? MONSTER CAWK YUNHO

》 playlist: prettiest virgin- agar agar, candy- doja cat, I fucking lust you- d'african, taste so good- sabrina claudio, less of you- omar apollo, real life- the marias

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again, but here you were, laying in bed with a vibrator cupped to your clit, eyes glued to your phone screen as you tapped on the first video in the big dick category. It took a while for the vibrator to buzz you the right way, but once you found your sweet spot, your head sank lower into your pillow and you had to bite your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out of your mouth. This was the fifth night in a row that you jerked off, and honestly, you were exhausted; Tired of waking up late because of your little late-night endeavors, tired of feeling gross each time your wetness leaked out and stained your panties during the day, and most of all, tired of being a virgin. 

The video you were watching had your favorite pornstar in it. The guy himself wasn’t at all your type, but his cock was pretty. And big. It’s weird to admit, but this is how you imagined Mr. Jeong’s cock looked like. You had been babysitting Mr. Jeong’s six-year-old daughter for the summer while school was out. She was an angel. Hana reminded you a lot of Bubbles from the PowerPuff Girls cartoon, with her sweet little voice and sensitive nature. You loved spending time with her. 

Yes, throughout the summer, you had developed a crush on Hana’s Dad. How could you not? He was everything a man ought to be— tall, handsome, and kind. His being a good father was just a plus in your eyes. He worked from home, so you’d see him occasionally throughout the day. During his break, he’d come downstairs from his home office to color with Hana for a few minutes. During lunch, you’d sit with them on the patio, watching with heart eyes as he wiped ketchup off of her little mouth. 

Lately, your infatuation has become all-consuming, and you resorted to buying a vibrator from Amazon to help ease your frustrations. And that’s when this little habit of yours began. It felt odd, at first. You didn’t want to be the type of person who watches porn every night for hours, imagining your boss doing all these things to you. It just sort of happened. And instead of easing your frustrations, it made them worse. 

You hated being a virgin. Vibrators weren’t enough. You, for lack of a better term, needed to be dicked down. Preferably by Mr. Jeong, but that would only happen in your wildest dreams. It wasn’t like he made it easy for you. Yesterday for example, when you were preparing Hana’s PB&J, Mr. Jeong reached over your head to grab a mug from the cupboard above you. “Behind you,” he alerted, his fingers grazing over your waist as he pulled his coffee mug out. You stood frozen, the place where he touched you burning hot on your skin. 

Every time he touches you, whether it’s the accidental brush of his fingers when he hands you your check or the deliberate weight of his hand on your shoulder as he thanks you at the end of the day, it only makes you crave him more and more.

The video you were watching had an obvious size kink going on. The male pornstar was huge, and he was able to pick up his petite partner and fuck into her with ease. Your thighs clenched thinking about Mr. Jeong picking you up like that and pumping you up and down his length, stuffing just the tip of his big cock into you because that’s all that could fit. Your core tightened, and your orgasm was imminent, until…

It died. Your vibrator died. 

“Oh, fuck off!” You cursed, slamming your head back into your pillow. Stupid cheap fucking vibrator. Here’s to another night of being a lonely, twenty-something virgin, going to bed unsatisfied and unwanted. You sighed, exasperated.

Mr. Jeong was older. You didn’t know much about his wife. It was a sensitive topic for him. And Hana was too young to remember her final moments. He couldn’t possibly want anything to do with you, and instead, you filled your head with unrealistic fantasies to keep yourself up at night and made yourself cum to them. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you were around more boys your age. 

Too tired to continue with your fingers, you shifted to your side and tried to make yourself comfortable. It was 4 in the morning now, which meant you’d only get about 3 hours tonight. Just great, you thought to yourself, waiting for the exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep. 

—

You were rather sluggish today, struggling to keep your eyes open as you drove to Mr. Jeong’s house. The cold brew you picked up before heading over there wasn’t much help. Instead, it just made you even more tired. I need to stop jerking off before bed, you told yourself. Luckily, it was Friday, which meant you had enough time to catch up on the lost hours of sleep this weekend. 

You sighed as you measured out the detergent to wash Hana’s favorite tutu, the warm and fuzzy smell of fabric softener reminding you of your blanket at home, making you want to sleep even more. Hana got upset this morning before you dropped her off to ballet practice when some syrup from her drive-thru pancakes dripped onto her tutu. To quiet her tantrum, you promised her you’d go back home to wash it so it's nice and clean for her to wear when she comes back, and that you’d also bring her second favorite tutu for practice— a purplish-blue one with pink glitter dusted around it. It didn’t feel right just washing one piece of clothing, so you decided to go upstairs and quickly grab the dirty clothes from Hana and Mr. Jeong’s hampers. 

You yawned as you made your way up the stairs, stopping by Hana’s room first. Her room was, as always, a chaotic mess—Barbie dolls and crayons scattered across the floor in colorful disarray, old juice boxes, and snack bags left forgotten on the desk. No matter how many times you tried to teach her the importance of cleaning up after herself, the lesson never seemed to stick. With a resigned sigh, you grabbed the clothes from her hamper and stuffed them into the laundry basket.

Leaving her room, you headed toward Mr. Jeong’s, but froze mid-step as a strange, muffled sound reached your ears from his office. At first, you assumed he was in a meeting, but as you drew closer, the noises grew more alarming—strained and uneven, almost as if he were in pain or… crying?

You gently set the laundry basket down on the floor, carefully tiptoeing toward the door. Pressing your ear against the cold, wooden surface, you strained to make sense of the muffled noises coming from inside. A sharp hiss followed by a low, frustrated “fuck” caught you off guard, making your breath hitch.

Startled, you raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. “Mr. Jeong?” you called softly. No answer. Concern gnawed at you, and without thinking, you turned the knob. The door creaked as it inched open, the sound slicing through the stillness.

“Mr. Jeong, is everything—” you started, stepping inside.

Mr. Jeong swiveled in his chair, his face frozen in a mask of shock and embarrassment. The two of you stood locked in place as if time itself had come to a standstill. The only sounds in the room were the filthy, lewd moans of a woman coming from his computer. Your gaze dropped instinctively, trailing down his frame until your eyes caught on something in his lower half— his long slender fingers gripping tightly onto his erect cock. 

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice sharp with panic as he scrambled to pull his pants up, hastily stuffing himself back into his waistband. His movements were frantic, his face flushed a deep crimson. “I-I thought you were at the ballet school!”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the heat rising so quickly you felt your face must be as red as his. “I-I was,” you stammered, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you tried to steady your voice. “But… Hana’s tutu got dirty, and I… I came back to grab another one…”

The porn video continued playing in the background, the sounds of the ridiculously wet blowjob making the awkwardness even more unbearable.

Mr. Jeong, finally snapping out of his daze, spun back to his computer and fumbled to exit the site, the click of the mouse unnervingly loud in the heavy silence. He turned back to you, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came. His expression was a mixture of shame and desperation, his face still a deep shade of red.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted out, your voice breathless and shaky as you struggled to compose yourself. The urge to flee was overwhelming. “I-I should get back to Hana. So sorry again!”

Without waiting for a response, you spun on your heel and hurried out of the room, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to process what had just happened.

—

You had worried earlier about how you’d make it through the day, feeling so drained and sluggish, but the shock from what happened had jolted you awake like a surge of electricity. Now, a different concern gnawed at you—whether you’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Embarrassment burned through you, and you were sure poor Mr. Jeong wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth after that moment.

Yet, despite yourself, your mind kept racing, replaying the image of his cock. It was so big. It was prettier than the pornstar’s you watch every night. It looked so firm in his hands, the tip flushed pink just like his cheeks. You wondered how it would feel between your legs. Would you even be able to take it? You had dildos in the past, but nothing more than the size of your palm.

“Cash or card?” Hana chirped, her cheerful voice snapping you out of the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head about her dad.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, blinking down at her as she sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. The living room was a mess, scattered with the colorful pieces of her cashier playset. She pointed at the small plastic credit card in your hand, her expression expectant.

“Oh, uh… I guess card?” you replied, handing it over. You watched as she swiped it through the toy terminal, her little hand expertly mimicking the action.

“Boo beep!” she said with a grin, the sound effects spot-on, before handing you back the card along with a tiny plastic milk carton. “Here you go!”

You couldn’t help but smile, her playful innocence pulling you further from your earlier embarrassment. “Thanks, Hana. Can I have a bag, please?”

“That’s fifty cents extra.” 

“Little haggler, aren’t you?” You teased. 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, pulling Hana’s attention away from the transaction. “Daddy!” she exclaimed joyfully, rushing toward Mr. Jeong and wrapping her tiny arms around his legs in a tight hug.

“Hey, peanut,” he greeted with a warm smile, scooping her up and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Daddy, I did a pirouette today at practice! Wanna see?”

As Hana spun around, tripping over her own feet a couple of times, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag. You kept your eyes down, moving toward the door with a quiet sigh of relief. For once, you were thankful it wasn’t payday; no need to linger any longer, no forced small talk with Mr. Jeong. He seemed just as relieved as he tried his best to avoid you altogether. 

“See you next week, kiddo,” you said, ruffling Hana’s soft hair before heading for the door.

“Wait, Daddy! Can Y/N come to my birthday party tomorrow?”

Mr. Jeong’s smile faltered, replaced by an uncomfortable glance in your direction. “Oh, um, well… why don’t you ask her, sweetie?” he said, quickly deflecting the question back to you.

Hana ran up to you, pressing her small body into your legs and looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “Y/N, can you please please please come to my birthday party? There’s gonna be ice cream cake!”

The urge to say no was strong. You could sense Mr. Jeong’s discomfort, and honestly, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend away from him. But her hopeful gaze, the way her lips stuck out in a small, almost irresistible pout… it was too much to deny.

“Oh, well… I think I have to go somewhere this weekend and…” you started, but then her lower lip began to tremble, and you hated seeing her upset.

You let out a soft sigh, the words slipping out despite yourself. “I, uh, I guess I can come for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Hana cheered, her excitement spilling over as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You exchanged a quiet good night with Mr. Jeong, the awkwardness lingering between you both, before disappearing into the warm summer night. The air was heavy as you made your way to your car, but your mind was racing.

As you sat behind the wheel, you cursed yourself under your breath. You should’ve held your ground, should’ve said no when you had the chance. But now… now you are going to a party with Mr. Jeong. How were you supposed to handle that? How were you supposed to navigate a whole afternoon, trapped in the same space with him, when the last thing you wanted was to face him after walking in on him jerking off earlier?

You huffed as you put your keys in the ignition. This was going to be a long weekend. 

—

The next day came quickly, too quickly, and you dreaded the whole affair as you pulled up on the driveway. You showed up about thirty minutes later than the time on the invitation, hoping to blend into the chaos without much fanfare. Sure enough, no one seemed to notice.

The house was buzzing with activity. Little kids, probably Hana’s classmates and friends from ballet, darted around like wild animals, screaming and leaving a trail of toys and crumbs in their wake. You weaved through the commotion, making your way to the table piled high with brightly wrapped presents.

You set down your gift; a doll set Hana had been dreaming about for weeks. Suddenly, you felt a small squeeze at your leg. Looking down, you saw Hana beaming up at you, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.

“You came!” she squealed, bouncing with excitement.

“Of course I did. Happy birthday!” you said, smiling as you ruffled her hair.

“Come meet my friends!” she insisted, grabbing your hand before you could protest.

Hana dragged you into the backyard, where her friends were splashing in the pool, their parents sitting nearby and watching them like hawks. Hana proudly introduced you to two of her closest friends—“important friends,” as she whispered with a serious nod that made you chuckle.

As you chatted with Hana’s friends, you felt a familiar pull in the corner of your eye. Mr. Jeong stood near the grill, just within your peripheral vision. The moment you glanced in his direction, your heart gave a sharp tug. He was watching you.

Your breath caught, but just before you could process it, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the childlike conversation in front of you. As you nodded along, a thought crept in—was he still looking at you? The possibility made your skin prickle, a slow heat creeping up your neck, your pulse growing erratic. You fought the urge to glance his way again, but curiosity got the better of you. You glanced up again, a quick and casual move, but this time, he wasn’t looking anymore. He had already turned his attention to another parent, nodding along to whatever they were saying, sipping on his ice cold beer. Still, your skin tingled, like his gaze hadn’t fully left you.

The mix of the screaming children, the sun beating down on you, and the overwhelming energy of the party soon had you retreating. With a quick excuse, you headed for the shaded table, grabbing a Coca-Cola and savoring the brief moment of quiet.

You chugged the fizzy drink, the burn in your throat oddly satisfying as it momentarily cooled you off. As you set the half-empty can down, your ears caught snippets of a hushed conversation from the table next to you. Two women, likely mothers of Hana’s friends, were whispering, and one word made you tune in: Yunho.

“His wife passed away a few years ago, back when Hana was just learning to walk. Poor guy, raising her all on his own.”

“God, but he’s so cute, though,” the other one said, not bothering to lower her voice.

“I know, right? If I didn’t have Leo, I’d totally take him out for a spin.” They dissolved into giggles, clearly enjoying their little moment until their eyes flicked toward you.

You froze, caught mid-sip from your drink. The sudden attention made your cheeks warm as they realized you’d overheard them. One of the women quickly cleared her throat, trying to cover the awkwardness.

“So, which one’s yours?” she asked, her tone friendly, though her shoulders were tense—probably hoping you hadn’t heard the part where she casually considered sleeping with Mr. Jeong.

“Oh, none of them,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Hana’s babysitter.”

You took another sip of your soda, trying to ignore the way the two women were looking at you. It was obvious they had some kind of assumption about you and Mr. Jeong, and it made your skin prickle with discomfort.

“Oh, I didn’t know Mr. Jeong had a babysitter,” the long-haired woman said, glancing at her friend with a knowing look.

You shifted under their stares, suddenly feeling like you were being sized up. They both looked down at your exposed legs, your flowy skirt just barely covering your knees. You knew what they were thinking. Their curiosity wasn’t just innocent small talk. It felt more like they were trying to figure out if you were a threat. A young, single dad and his younger, pretty babysitter? Sounded like an overdone porn plot. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your fingers anxiously slipped against your soda can, sending the cold, fizzy liquid spilling down the front of your shirt.

“Oh, shit—” You gasped, stepping back as the sticky sweetness seeped into the fabric.

The two women let out little gasps, covering their mouths, but neither of them moved to help.

“Ugh,” you muttered, shaking your hands off. “Excuse me.”

Quickly, you turned and made your way inside, walking past clusters of parents and kids until you reached the staircase. Your face was burning with frustration. This whole weekend was just one embarrassment after another. Everything had felt weird since yesterday. Mr. Jeong had been acting strange, you’d been acting strange, and now you had people assuming things about you that weren’t even true.

You climbed the stairs, the noise of the party fading as you finally reached the bathroom. With a sigh, you pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting the door behind you.

The cold air from the vent hit your damp shirt, making the fabric cling to your skin uncomfortably. Grimacing, you pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the sink. You turned on the faucet, grabbing a towel to try and clean it before the stickiness set in.

As you rubbed at the stain, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were still flushed, your hair slightly messy from the heat outside. You looked… flustered. Not just from the soda incident, but from everything. From him. From the way he was staring at you, from the way you’d been thinking about him all day, despite knowing you shouldn’t. It was no surprise that you couldn’t sleep the night before, your hands stuffed inside your panties all night, forcing yourself to cum over and over as you thought about Mr. Jeong pumping his big hard cock after a long day. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of categories he liked. MILF? Hentai? Gangbang? Did he have a favorite pornstar? You desperately wanted to know what he liked, how he liked it, his greatest desires. But what was the use? You were only driving yourself mad with these little fantasies. 

You let out a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sink. Get it together.

Before you could pull yourself back to reality, you were startled by a sudden commotion outside of your door. And before you could even react, the door knob turned and the door creaked open.

Your heart jumped into your throat as Mr. Jeong stepped inside, his eyes focused on something behind him, mid-sentence. “I’ll be right there, just gotta take a leak—”

He stopped. Completely frozen.

His eyes landed on your bare skin, the lacy edge of your bra, the way the damp fabric of your shirt sat crumpled in the sink.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then, as if snapping out of it, his eyes shot up to yours, and his face turned to that shade of red you’d seen before. “Shit” He spun around so fast he nearly slammed into the wall, and shut the door in front of him.

Your face burned with mortification. You grabbed your shirt, holding it up against your chest even though it was still wet. “What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, trying to sound indignant, but your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

He ran a hand through his hair, his head still facing the door. “It wasn’t locked! And my friend is outside and—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll go.”

Silence lingered between you. You should’ve told him to hurry up and leave. Should’ve thrown something at him, and scolded him for barging in like that.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your pulse pounded in your ears as you watched the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way the muscle in the side of his jaw tensed. He was still standing there, motionless and breathing a little too hard, like he was trying really, really hard to control himself.

“…Are you gonna go?” you asked, your voice softer now.

Mr. Jeong hesitated, his hand lying still on the doorknob. He let out a shaky breath. “My friend is still out in the hall, maybe, I don’t know, I don’t want him to come in after me and see you. I’m just gonna give it another minute, just to be safe.” He whispered. 

The bathroom felt impossibly small like the walls had closed in on you. The silence stretched, almost suffocating, broken only by the soft inhales through his nose and the distant chatter from the party downstairs. The faint drip of the faucet filled the space between you, but neither of you moved, let alone spoke.

It had only been a few seconds—maybe ten, maybe twenty—but it felt like minutes, like an eternity of you two just standing there, backs turned, bodies tense.

You both strained your ears, trying to pick up any signs of his friend lingering outside, but the house was too noisy, too alive with the sound of kids playing and parents chatting. There was no way to tell.

Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyes lowered down to your body, just for a second, before he snapped his head forward again, almost too quickly, like he’d been caught looking.

His throat bobbed. “I think he might be gone,” he murmured. “I don’t hear anything.”

You nodded behind him, staying in place.

He exhaled deeply, his shoulders finally relaxing. “I’m really sorry,” he said, sounding defeated.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied, gripping your damp shirt tighter against your chest. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I should’ve locked the door.”

“Right. Um… thanks,” he said. Then, after a pause, he added, “I also meant about yesterday. I feel so embarrassed. I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable about working for me. Hana really likes you.”

The mention of yesterday sent a small twist through your stomach. You swallowed. “I’m sorry for that too. I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that.”

He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “I guess we’re both just bad at locking doors. Makes us even.”

A small, nervous laugh slipped out of you, easing some of the tension in the room.

“And you don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it—it’s normal,” you said, trying to reassure him, though you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe to ease his discomfort. Maybe to ease your own.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Oh yeah?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “You jerk off in front of your babysitter too?”

The teasing tone in his voice made your cheeks warm up. But it was the way he turned then, fully facing you, locking his deep brown eyes onto yours, that made the air shift; buzzing with something neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt.

His smirk faded as quickly as it had come as if he suddenly realized how inappropriate his words were. But he didn’t apologize this time. And more importantly—he didn’t leave.

Your stomach twisted into knots again, breath growing heavier, shallower. Fuck. He was so hot. His sharp jawline, so strong and well-defined, tensed ever so slightly. His broad shoulders, so effortlessly commanding, made you feel smaller in the best way. And those eyes—deep, warm brown, always soft when he looked at Hana—weren’t so soft now. They were sharp, locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race. Even the faint crinkles near his eyes, the ones that usually appeared when he smiled, seemed more pronounced at this moment, only adding to how devastatingly beautiful he was.

You should have said something. You should have slipped on your cola-stained t-shirt and left the bathroom. But instead, you stood there, heart hammering in your chest, letting the weight of his gaze consume you. You couldn’t leave him. Not yet. 

And then, without a second thought, you let your damp t-shirt slip from your fingers, the fabric pooling at your feet. 

Mr. Jeong's gaze dropped to your cleavage, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His initial serious expression made your heart flutter with uncertainty. Have you crossed a line? But then, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when his eyes met yours again, they held a spark that made your heart skip a beat. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mixture of sternness and intrigue.

“I just want to help…” you replied softly, stepping closer with careful slowness. Each step brought you nearer until you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with intent and a hint of mischief.

With a soft but bold touch, you reached out to cup his clothed cock, feeling its firmness beneath your palm. You applied a teasing pressure, grinding your hand against him. The sudden contact made him draw in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he absorbed the sensation. “You didn’t get to cum last time, did you?” you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper that broke the tense silence between you.

His eyes opened slowly, a mix of desire and astonishment etched on his features. The initial hesitation seemed to melt away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop a moan from escaping. You could feel him hardening in your hand, his pant seam threatening to burst open. 

As if all his restraint had snapped, he pressed one hand against the back of your head, fingers burrowing into your hair, while the other slid just under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. He slammed his lips onto yours, finally giving in to the wild desire that had been simmering between you all day. Your lips moved messily while he grinded himself against your hand.  “Fuck, you’re fucking crazy,” he said breathlessly into your lips, “And no, I didn’t, but I did think about creaming on your face before bed last night.”  

You could already feel a wetness pooling between your legs, his words being the boost you so desperately needed to move forward. You kept kissing him hungrily while undoing his fly, his half-hard cock springing out in anticipation. You took him into your hand, your fingers barely meeting as you gripped around him, stroking him gently while he cursed into your mouth. 

Mr. Jeong pulled away and spun you around in one swift move, pressing your body against his chest and trapping you in his embrace. Your hand remained obedient and eager, pumping his cock as his big hands roamed your body. One hand squeezed your breast, while the other slipped underneath your skirt. “Wore this skimpy little thing on purpose, didn’t you?” His words cascaded down your neck, “Little slut.” 

You moaned softly as his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit, your sticky wet juices leaking through the fabric. Mr. Jeong gathered the front of your panties together and pulled with a force that made you gasp. The fabric wedged against your throbbing pussy, leaving you whimpering as you bucked your hips against the friction. 

“Your so fucking wet, Y/N…” He teased, his lips pressed against your ears, sending a rush of butterflies in your stomach. “You liked what you saw yesterday, didn’t you? Couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Bet you came in on purpose, hmm? Heard what I was doing and wanted to help me cum?” 

A deep, throaty moan escaped your lips. You loved the way he was talking to you, the way he reduced you to a horndog little pervert, and deep down, you knew it was true. You were addicted to the thrill of it all. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “I wanna be your good girl, your slut. Wanna help you cum sir, please. Want your hot load on me. Please, sir, I need it.” Your words were an invitation, a desperate plea for the intense pleasure you’ve craved for so long, and you knew he couldn't resist.

Mr. Jeong shifted from behind you and you felt the warmth of his cock, a tantalizing tap against your cunt, which forced an excited yelp from your lips. His hand covered your mouth, a gentle yet firm reminder to keep quiet. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, do we baby?” 

His cock was sandwiched between your sopping-wet folds and the tight fabric of your panties. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but grind your hot, eager pussy over his length. Your back rested against his chest, and you could feel his heart pounding in sync with your racing pulse. The fabric of your panties provided delicious friction, and you moaned softly into his hand, the sound muffled but still carrying the weight of your satisfaction. 

You pressed your thighs together, squeezing his cock as you rode him, the sensation being too much for the both of you. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” He panted, his head falling forward and burying into your shoulder. 

You grew restless, your grinding becoming faster and wild, the sounds of your quiet and desperate begging like music to his ears. “Please, sir, cum in my panties, I’ll be so good,” You pleaded with tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. The thought of walking around in his cum-soaked panties gave you a thrill. You could feel your clit pulsing as you rutted against his shaft, the sheer bliss of it beyond anything you’d ever experienced. “I’m gonna cum, sir, please…oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

As your orgasm subsided, his cock still pressed against your swollen clit. You felt a numbness, a euphoric high that left you floating, your wetness a warm, inviting contrast to his hot, throbbing length. Shivers ran down your spine, and you felt like you were hovering, your consciousness detached from your body. 

Mr. Jeong lifted you in his strong arms, carrying you like fragile glass. He brought you to the bathroom mirror, and as he held you up, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of his length against your body. It was almost surreal, the difference in scale, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He snaked a hand around your waist, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your wet, glistening cunt to the cool air. You shivered, feeling a rush of vulnerability. He slapped his cock against your wet cunt, grinning, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. 

“What are you doing, sir?” you asked shyly, your voice soft and hesitant. You had never experienced this position before, and the sight of your legs spread wide and your cunt so open and exposed made you nervous. Mr. Jeong's hands grasped under your thighs, supporting your weight, and you could feel his strength and his muscles bulging as he held you up. “I wanna see this little pussy take my big cock,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Wanna watch it stretch and take me deep.” 

You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. You had never taken something this big before, and Mr. Jeong was indeed impressive. The thought of being stretched, of accommodating to his size, both excited and intimidated you. You wanted to tell him about your virginity, but the words caught in your throat. You didn't want to turn him off, and so you remained silent, your mind racing with a mix of emotions.

Noticing your worried glance reflected in the mirror, Mr. Jeong's eyes narrowed, a hint of disappointment creasing his features. “What's wrong, baby? You wanna stop?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. 

“No,” you said quietly before reaching down to grasp his cock. With a firm grip, you began to work him up and down, the weight of his hard length in your hands making your pussy twitch. You pushed his cock against your entrance, the head pressing against your tight, virgin opening. “Please, sir,” you begged, your voice pathetically dry. “I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Wanna be good for you.”

The thought of giving up your virginity to him was both scary and exhilarating. You wanted to be his, to belong to him in the most intimate way possible. You pumped him desperately, your core aching to have him stuffed deep inside you. 

The head of his cock pressed against your tight opening, and you could feel the stretch, the burning sensation of being filled for the very first time. A sob escaped your lips as Mr. Jeong slowly lowered you over his cock, the mirror reflecting it all. You watched in awe as his hot, throbbing rod disappeared inside your body, the sight of it stretching you, filling you, almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he grunted, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and awe. The sensation of being filled by his impressive size was intense, and you were intoxicated by a mixture of pain and bliss, the feeling making your mind numb. He was incredibly gentle at first, pushing just the tip of his cock into your walls, treating you with the utmost care. But as tension built within him, his eyes grew darker, a fierce lust taking over. With a sudden, primal urge, he began working you over his cock, pulling you up and down, your tight pussy gripping his length. You felt incredible to him, like a fleshlight come to life, and even he struggled to mask his moans as your body adjusted to his size. 

The pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, satisfying pleasure. “Oh god, sir” you whispered, your voice strained. “It feels so good. So full... Please, don't stop.” Your sweet pleas made his ears buzz, his stomach fluttering from just how sweetly you begged for more of him. 

“God, you’re doing so good for me,” He praised, almost giddy with how effortlessly you fit him. His eyes never left the mirror, his thick bulge disappearing into your tight, wet pussy, a sight too mesmerizing to look away from.  “Such a good girl…look so pretty on my cock” He huffed, “My little cumslut.” 

His words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you felt your pussy clench around him in response. You wanted him to keep talking dirty to you, to fill your ears with every filthy word and fantasy he had while pounding into you. 

Mr. Jeong grew tired, and he placed you back on the ground, pushing your body down against the sink, the cold marble against your bare stomach sending a chill down your spine. He lifted your skirt, rubbing himself against your puffy pussy lips, the overstimulation driving you wild. You felt his cock, thick and hard, lining up with your hole, and you knew what was coming. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pushed into you in one swift, powerful motion, filling you up completely. He stilled his hips, giving your pussy a chance to adjust to his size, to wrap itself around him, to pulsate and invite him deeper. You were stuffed, every inch of your pussy filled with his cock, his balls swinging and slapping against your raw skin with each thrust.

With each snap of his hips, you cursed under your breath, your fingers gripping tightly to the sink as if it were your only anchor in this storm. "S-so big!" you yelped, your voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. Your body was now completely at the mercy of Mr. Jeong, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure and pain through your sensitive pussy.

As he continued to thrust into you, he brought one hand up, pressing his fingers against your mouth, effectively silencing your moans. "Gotta do something about that mouth, baby," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers, still wet with your juices from before, found their way into your mouth, and you gladly accepted them, your lips closing around his digits. You moaned deeply, your tongue wrapping around his fingers, tasting yourself on them. You lost yourself in his touch, his hard cock massaging your gummy walls, his fingers probing and exploring your warm mouth, his lips licking and sucking your ear lobe as he whispered filth to you, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm.

As your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, you were struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. Your makeup was smudged and running, the black mascara staining your tears and streaking down your cheeks. Your hair was frizzy and chaotic, some sweat-drenched strands framing your face and sticking to your warm cheeks. Your lips looked wet and swollen as you gagged around Mr. Jeong’s long fingers, the saliva dripping down your chin. You loved it. You looked like a woman who had been pleasured beyond measure. There was an intoxicating power in seeing yourself like this, a power that made you feel alive and desirable. It reminded you of the pornstar Mr. Jeong was watching yesterday, her fucked-out expression now mirroring your own. 

"Oh god, sir, it's too much!" you moaned, pulling his fingers out from your mouth. "I can't take it! I'm gonna cum again!"

“Fuck, me too,” He grunted as he pulled out of you, feeling the inevitable approach of his own release. Relief washed over you, your body weakening, your walls clenching and spasming around nothing. Mr. Jeong spun you around, placing a hand on the top of your head, pushing you to your knees just as your body swayed with the first waves of your climax. 

As Mr. Jeong jerked himself off with his hand, his eyes never left your face, now a beautiful canvas covered in the ropes of his hot cum. Though still reeling from the intense orgasm he had just given you, you opened your mouth wide, obediently accepting his thick, white cum as it splashed over your tongue. The taste was both bitter and sour, but you loved it, a unique flavor that was all his.

You licked your lips, moaning softly as you savored his taste. You kissed his tender tip, running your tongue over his slit, relishing the feeling of his cum leaking out, warm and sticky.

With a playful smile, Mr. Jeong rubbed his tip against your lips, leaving a trail of cum as he did so. "Shit, baby, you look so pretty with my cum on your face," he said, his voice shaky with post-orgasmic delight. "My sweet little cumslut."

Taking him into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around his sensitive head, moaning from the taste and texture of his cum. You pulled off with a plopping sound, a satisfied smile on your face. "Taste so good, sir," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "Thank you for letting me taste your cum.”

Mr. Jeong, clearly pleased with your gratitude, ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, there was a hard knock on the door, snapping you both out of your little daze. 

“Yo, Yunho,” a voice called from the door. “Are you taking a shit? How much longer are you gonna be? Hana’s ready to cut the cake.”

Mr. Jeong flinched, his hands moving fast as he pulled his bottoms up, stuffing himself back inside like a guilty teenager caught red-handed. “Uh, just a minute! I’ll be right out!” he called back, voice strained.

The man sighed. “Alright, well, hurry up. The cake’s melting out here.”

You both snapped into action, scrambling to fix your clothes and smooth your hair. The rush of reality crashing back down made your heart pound even harder than before. Just as you were ready to bolt, Yunho suddenly froze, his expression shifting once he realized the mess he left on your face was still dripping down your cheeks. 

Then, without a word, he grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped the sticky white jelly from your flushed face. “Sorry,” he murmured, his fingers barely grazing your skin, his eyes burning with the same embarrassed, heated look from before.

Once you were clean, he lingered for a second too long, standing so close you could feel his breath on your lips. He parted his mouth as if to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, his fingers anxiously tapped against his thigh, a nervous habit you had never noticed before.

“You should go first,” you said quickly, sensing the weight of the moment. “I’ll come down after.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, then he nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered, stuffing his shirt back into his waistband before slipping out the door with hurried, uneven steps.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sank onto the toilet seat. The room still smelled faintly of him, and it felt unreal how fast the energy had shifted. Had he just been hit with regret? Was he now scrambling to shove this whole thing into a locked box in his mind? Now no longer in the heat of the moment, did he think what you two did was wrong? Were you going to get fired? 

For the rest of the party, Mr. Jeong successfully avoided you. He busied himself slicing tiny squares of cake for the kids, nodding along to endless small talk with the other parents as if nothing had happened.

You took the hint, feeling a slight shame in your chest.

Slipping out early, you gave Hana a tight hug before heading back to your car. The second you settled into your seat, your phone buzzed in your pocket. With a sigh, you pulled it out, expecting something mundane.

But when you read the message, you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

Jeong Yunho: See you Monday ;)

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Your sleep schedule had indeed improved, and you found yourself no longer relying on toys to satisfy your desires. The structure and routine of your new life, with Hana and Mr. Jeong, had brought a sense of balance and fulfillment. You enjoyed the daily interactions with Hana, whether it was playing frisbee in the backyard or teaching her simple math in her room. Your bond with her grew stronger each day, and you found great joy in being a positive influence in her life.

However, it was the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays that held a special place in your heart. These were the days when you dropped Hana off at her ballet recitals, and while she was practicing her pliés and pirouettes, you would return to their home to tend to your other job.

Your knees were growing sore from scraping against the carpet under Yunho’s desktop table. Sounds of girls moaning emanated from his monitor. Though you were curious about what he was watching, you knew it was none of your business. Instead, you focused on the task at hand and wrapped your warm mouth over his throbbing cock, nestling yourself between his legs from under his desk. The width of his bulge filled your throat, and you gagged lightly, a sign of your complete submission to him.

Yunho, lost in the porno he was watching, seemed momentarily unaware of your presence. He was engrossed in the images on his screen, his eyes droopy and his breathing heavy. Your mouth bobbed up and down, your lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, and you could feel his excitement building. The sound of his moans mixed with the pornographic sounds on his computer made you clench around nothing, forcing you to slip your hand past your waistband. 

As you continued to suck him, you could feel his hands running through your hair, gently guiding your movements. You massaged his warm balls with your free hand, feeling his cum bubbling up in his sack, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he released his load into your waiting mouth.

"That's it, baby," Yunho whispered, his voice soft yet dominant. “Keep that pretty mouth on me. So good…so, so good for me.”

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[supercrazyangel4]

The thing I've always loved most about aa4 is how much darker the tone is than the rest of the series in a way that isn't just edgy for the sake of it, but subverts your expectations from the original 3 games in a really interesting way. The trilogy was built upon the trust Phoenix had in others, and it was something we as players could almost always feel certain in. AA4 flips this on its head and makes it so Apollo effectively can't trust anyone but himself.

Your mentor, who the in the trilogy was a paragon of wisdom you could always turn to no matter what, gets revealed to be the culprit and sent to jail in the first trial and by the end of the game his list of crimes has stacked high but you still have so few answers on why he did any of it.

Your boss, the goofy protagonist of the trilogy, is now inexplicably a washed-up, disgraced, cheating poker player with an implied drinking problem who seemingly found a new hobby in evidence forgery and jury rigging.

He has a codependent relationship with his daughter, your assistant, who usually is a completely innocent and hapless victim of circumstance. She sees herself as the provider for the house and will help her father cheat at poker, or forge evidence, or guilt trip the poor attorney they knowingly screwed of out of a job into working for them for dirt cheap.

The detective, the only other returning main character, a previous assistant, is completely changed since we last saw her. In the trilogy she was chipper and bright despite the hardships she faced, and now she's unfriendly and burned out, turned bitter by the world. The scene we're first properly introduced to her in Apollo genuinely spends several minutes thinking his boss is making him bribe her with cocaine.

Every single defendant is a criminal guilty of something other than what they're charged for. Each case centers around an underground black-market poker ring, a mafia family and medical malpractice, a smuggling ring, and a family of forgers and an incredibly shady troupe of magicians. The one thing all of these people have in common is that none of them will tell you literally anything about what's happening, half of them clearly reveling in being as big of cryptic assholes as possible.

The only person who doesn't fit this description is, for once, the prosecutor. Usually your biggest obstacle and the most morally corrupt of the main cast, he's the only person who's both 100% on the side of truth and on the same page as you for the entire game. He's just as clueless as you, being used nothing more than a chess piece just like you are.

But the truly masterful thing about AA4 is how morally grey it is. These characters aren't just one note villains. They're not even villains at all. Most of them aren't even malicious.

Your boss, for all the low levels he stoops to, is underneath it all the same guy he's always been, doing everything he can to bring a criminal to justice and protect his family. Your assistant is a sweet girl who truly cares about you, she's just prioritizing herself and her fathers safety before anything else. The detective is the same passionate and kind woman under everything else. The rest of the defendants are genuinely well-meaning young people who got involved in shady stuff they didn't fully understand.

The game is filled with good people trying to make the best of bad circumstances. The game has just as many fun moments as the original trilogy. For all it's rough appearance, the game has a similar heart. For every unanswered question or unrighted wrong, there's a smile or a hope for a better future. For every bad action, there's usually someone trying their best behind it. The game is melancholic and dark, but isn't afraid to let good shine through. It knows there's no shadows without the light.

[wtfwriter]

I Promise - Clarisse La Rue x F!Reader

Reader Age: 16-17

Reader Godly Parent: Poseidon

Synopsis: Reader has just returned from the Labyrinth onto a battlefield. In an adaptation of the Battle of the Labyrinth, the Reader is faced with their own internal battle and wonders if keeping their relationship with Clarisse a secret is truly worth it, as well as facing the realities of war and its implications for their little brother.

Word Count: 3197 (I had thoughts and suddenly there were words on a google document. I had nothing to do with this.)

Preface:

Some of the lines and dialogue are written directly or slightly changed lines from Rick Riordian’s novel “Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth.” Not all of this story is originally from me. Majority of these events happen in the order that they occur in the book with some minor tweaks

Also don’t ask me how the prophecy works here okay. I just think Percy deserves a big sister idk

I'm not 100% sure what age Clarisse is in this book, but google says she's about 16-17, so keep that in mind

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Even if pegasi are like neutral territory between Zeus and Poseidon, I never would fully relax while flying on the back of one. I held on tightly to my pegasus the entire time, muttering apologies for my grip to her the whole time. It’s alright, boss, she told me. If you could just let up on my skin, that would be great. 

Once we landed in Camp Half-Blood, I dismounted, petting my pegasus’ snout and apologizing again until she turned with the rest of her friends back towards the stables. Once I turned towards everyone else, Percy seemed to have already shared our story with Chiron and Silenus was arguing with Grover about Pan.

I didn’t pay much attention to this. Not because I didn’t care, but because the lines of half-bloods around Zeus’ fist caught my eye first. I watched as every single half-blood seemed to fall into place, with the Hephaestus cabin maintaining their traps, Apollo and Hermes’ cabins ready with bows in the trees, and Aphrodite kids running around combing people’s hair and straightening their armor.

What I was truly looking for, however, was the Ares cabin, which I found exactly where I knew they would be: the front lines. I surveyed for the girl I had been aching to see since I had left camp, a time that seemed much longer than it probably was. My eyes eventually found her, barking orders at her siblings.

I watched Clarisse move across the lines, prepared for battle and preparing those that stood with her. My eyes moved wherever she moved, never letting up, as if they were people who had finally gotten their first sip of water after years in a desert. I was so focused on her movements, I barely noticed when she finally looked at me.

I wondered if anyone else was following her line of sight, or mine. I wondered if we held the same expressions on our faces. I wondered if anyone could figure out what we were saying.

I love you. I’m sorry we can’t talk right now. Not with what’s happening. Not with this many people around. I will find you after all of this is over.

I promise.

We nodded at each other, faces determined, before we both turned back to our respective duties. I watched as each of my friends dispersed to do what they had to: Annabeth with her siblings, Tyson with the Hephaestus kids, and Grover went over to Juniper.

“Both of you, stay with me,” Chiron spoke. “I want you to wait so we know what we are dealing with. You must go where we need reinforcements.”

Percy and I nodded at him. “I saw Kronos,” Percy suddenly said. “It was Luke.. but he wasn’t…”

“He had golden eyes, yes? To merge with a mortal body would be… arduous. I’m not sure how he could have merged with Luke’s form without it burning into ash,” Chiron wondered aloud.

I chimed in, “Kronos said he had prepared the body.”

“I fear what that can mean. Perhaps it will limit his power, being in a mortal form.”

“Chiron,” Percy’s voice was laced with worry. “What if Kronos is leading this attack?”

“He is not,” Chiron replied, incredibly sure. “I would sense if he was drawing near. I believe you have… inconvenienced him when you two pulled his throne room on top of him.” He paused. “You two and your friend Nico, son of Hades.”

Percy looked down at the ground as I spoke. “We know we should’ve told you. It’s just—”

“I understand why you did not tell me. You felt responsible. You sought to protect him. However, if we are to survive this, we must be able to trust each other. We must —”

Chiron was cut off by the sudden wavering of the Earth. I heard Clarisse yell, “Lock shields!”

Then the Titan Army was upon us.

At first, all I saw was the Laistrygonians. Beckendorf yelled orders to fire the catapults, one of which fired a boulder that took one of them down. Arrows flew through the air. Campers gathered to bring down the remaining giants. I watched as Clarisse yelled even more orders.

Just when it seemed we were winning, another wave came out of the Labyrinth, this time of dracaenae. They were completely covered with battle armor, carrying nets and spears. I watched as some fell into traps while others were battling with campers. I looked for Clarisse again, finding her in a locked fight with one of the reptilian women.

I thought about how unfair this all was. How we were all just kids. How we were forced into this war. How all of this hate and pain was caused by hunger for power. 

I thought about how badly I wanted to take Percy away from all of this. How every day I wanted to get him away from his prophecy. How I wanted more than anything for him to be a little kid again.

I thought about how much I wanted to do with Clarisse. How beautiful she was. How she never failed to be the person I could always return to. How she promised me the world and I promised her the universe and it was still less than the both of us deserved.

I thought about how different my life could be if we were brave enough to change it. Maybe being a half-blood wasn’t something we wanted or something we could change. But, we didn’t need to be hiding anymore. It all seemed so stupid now, in the face of life and death,

Suddenly, a hellhound burst out of the opening and Chiron was yelling. “GO!”

Percy and I ran towards the hellhound. All I could see was horrifically clear images in the midst of a blur. Past friends and siblings fighting on opposing sides. Monsters disintegrating whilst others yelled triumphantly. I watched as Nico summoned a dozen undead warriors in various army attire before crumbling to the floor.

“Nico!” I yelled.

“Go! I’ll get the hellhound. You make sure he’s okay!” Percy yelled, running off as I slowed down. I pivoted to Nico, getting on my knees beside him.

“You okay?” I yelled over the commotion of battle.

“Yeah…” he panted. “Go, there’s more of them. You need to help.”

I looked up and got my first full look at everything that was happening. At the gruesome sights of battle. I watched as campers defended their home, the one place they were meant to be safe. I nodded to Nico before getting up.

I almost started to run back where Percy had gone when I heard Grover. He and Juniper were desperately trying to stop a fire that was getting dangerously close to Juniper’s tree. I rushed over, seeing Percy do the same.

I wasn’t sure what to do and by the look on his face, Percy didn’t either. The closest water source was nearly half a mile away, and we didn’t have petrified seashells here. All we could do was concentrate, praying to Poseidon, until I felt a pull in my gut. Suddenly, a wall of water appeared through the trees, dousing the fire. I sighed in relief, glad at least one crisis was averted.

Suddenly, a screech filled the air, followed by the sound of loud flapping wings. Kampê shot into the sky from the labyrinth entrance. Her right hand carried Ariadne’s string until her belt of animal heads rotated to the lion. She stuck the string into the lion’s maw. Safe keeping, I suppose.

Kampê drew her twin swords, which seemed to be dripping with poison. Chiron sent an arrow through the sky towards her, which she sensed as she moved at the last moment. Campers started to run away in fear.

“No! Stay and fight!” Tyson yelled, before being promptly slammed to the ground by a hellhound. They went rolling away.

Kampê landed on the Athena tent and Percy and I ran after her. Annabeth appeared on Percy’s side.

“This might be it,” she said.

“Could be,” Percy replied.

“Okay… morbid,” I muttered under my breath, but neither of them seemed to hear me, or acted like they didn’t.

“Nice fighting with you, seaweed brain.”

“Ditto.”

We all rushed towards Kampê, who lashed at us with her swords. My eyes burned from the poison lacing the blades. My lungs couldn’t seem to fully fill with air.

“We need help!” I yelled.

But there was no one to help. Either each half-blood was locked in their own fight or was too afraid to move towards us.

“Now!” Annabeth yelled, and all three of us rushed in at different angles. But it wasn’t enough. Kampê’s belt of animals snapped at me and I went back trying to not get bitten. 

Suddenly, I was on my back, ears ringing and head spinning. I couldn’t breathe due to a heavy weight. I opened my eyes to see Kampê’s leg on my chest, Percy pinned under the other, and Annabeth thrown off to the side, dazed and not getting up. Kampê raised her sword and I realized this was it. I prayed that Percy would get a fair judgement from the council in the Underworld, that they hadn’t all been bought out by Kronos.

Suddenly, a whirl of black pounced onto Kampê, throwing her off of us and I gasped for air.

“Good girl!” Daedalus called after her. I turned my head and watched as he slashed down monsters, followed closely behind by a friendly face… and many hands.

“Briares!” Tyson called excitedly.

“Hail, little brother!” Briares bellowed back. “Stand firm!”

Briares took up a boulder in nearly each hand, throwing them at Kampê, piling them around her. She was encased within her own makeshift monument taller than Zeus’ fist. By the time he was done, the only evidence that there was an ancient monster inside was from the twin swords still poking out between the stones.

The rocks shifted slightly, slotting into place.

Before I could celebrate that victory, I heard commotion over to the side. I turned just in time to watch Chiron get knocked down from his hind legs, laying on his side. I tried my best to get up, ignoring the ache in my chest from Kampê’s attack. 

As suddenly as I had gotten up to start running towards Chiron, I was back on my knees, covering my ears. The shrill sound seemed to come out of nowhere until I looked over at Grover. His mouth open wide, he seemed to have infinite lung capacity as the sound continued.

The enemies seemed to think better than to stick around after that. I watched dracaenae put down their weapons and sprint towards the labyrinth entrance. I watch laestrygonians rush towards the entrance right after them. More and more of the armies retreated until eventually they all seemed to have gone back underground.

Once the screeching had stopped, the sudden stillness in the air was agonizing. All I could hear was my own breathing as I heaved, still trying to recover from the previous heaviness crushing my lungs. I eventually pushed myself up and grabbed one of Annabeth’s arms with Percy.

I ran with the other two over to Chiron and kneeled in front of him.

“Are you alright? What can I do?”

“Nothing. This is embarrassing,” Chiron chuckled. “Thankfully, we don’t shoot centaurs with broken legs. I’ll be alright eventually.”

“Let me get someone from the medic tent,” Annabeth rushed, already standing up before Chiron stopped her.

“No need, Annabeth. There are far more severe injuries.”

“Guys!” I whipped my head to look for the source of the voice. “Come quick! It’s Nico.”

I shot up, running over to the black heap on the floor. I’d forgotten about him after the intense battle. Dammit.

I got down next to him, looking at his sweaty face. I grabbed his ice cold hands for a pulse.

“He needs nectar! Quickly!” Percy yelled. One of the Ares campers quickly came over with the bottle as I propped Nico up as best as I could onto my knee. Percy dribbled some of the liquid into his mouth. I let out a sigh of relief as he stirred.

“Gods, Nico. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

The boy coughed slightly before nodding. “Never tried to summon so many at once before. I’ll be okay.” He turned his head to look beside me. “Daedalus.”

I looked over at the man as Mrs. O’Leary loomed behind him, licking his wounds that were leaking oil. Freaky.

Percy and Daedalus spoke as I tried to convince Nico to rest for a moment. Of course, he refused. I shook my head at him. “One day, you'll have to stop being so stubborn,” I told him.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. “Bianca would say the same thing. I’ll stop when it doesn’t work for me anymore.”

“But Daedalus,” Percy said. “Even without the string, Kronos’ army still has a way into camp.”

“You’re right,” Daedalus sighed. “As long as the Labyrinth is here, your enemies can use it. And so, the labyrinth can no longer continue.”

Annabeth stepped forward. “But, you said the Labyrinth was connected to you. If the labyrinth’s gone –”

“Yes, Annabeth. I too will be gone. And so, I have a present for you.”

Daedalus removed his satchel from his back and pulled out his laptop, engraved with a greek delta, and handed it to Annabeth. “That holds several designs of mine. Some unfinished, some I think you’ll find interesting, others I felt could never be in the mortal world. I'm positive you will find some things useful there.”

Annabeth was speechless. “This… This is priceless. And you’re just giving this to me?”

“It is less than you deserve. Less than I should do to atone for my mistakes.”

As Daedalus spoke of his time coming to an end and accepting whatever punishment he will be given from his judgment in the Underworld, I came to realize just how small we all are. Just how little we are meant to live. How many regrets we still have over such little time.

I looked around at all of the half-bloods scattered around. I saw some over at the medical tent, others scattered just hugging their friends and siblings, some sitting by the ones we lost who had been covered by thin fabrics.

I questioned my own mortality, and Percy’s. We weren’t meant to live forever. We were never going to. But with the little amount of time we both had, how many regrets would we hold with us?

I thought of Clarisse. I thought of how I hadn’t gone up to her before the battle. How I’d always regret that. I thought of how we both decided to keep our relationship a secret. How that was something I didn’t want to do anymore if it meant having to live with regrets. I thought about how I hadn’t seen her since I had joined the battle.

I looked back at the scene before me as Nico pulled out his sword and stepped before Daedalus. After being zoned out for a second, it freaked me out, until I realized Nico wasn’t raising it.

“Your time has long since come. Be released and rest.”

The relief in Daedalus’ eyes was freeing for us all. Knowing that he was truly ready brought us all some consolation. We watched as his body turned to dust.

I took Percy’s hand in mine and gave him a small smile. “I know there’s a lot to do, but there's something I have to do first.”

Percy nodded. “I know,” he said, and for some odd reason, I knew that he fully did, even though he didn’t say it. I looked down as he continued to speak. “You really didn’t have to hide it from me, you know? I was a bit upset about it at first but I think I was more… sad that you felt you couldn’t tell me.”

I looked back into his eyes and breathed out through my nose, smiling softly. “I just didn’t want you to hate me for this. More than just the ‘Clarisse’ part.”

“Oh, well, that part I might hold a bit of a grudge about,” he smiled at me in a way that told me he was joking. “But otherwise, all I care about is that you’re happy.”

We smiled at each other before Percy suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. It felt like he was just a little kid again, like he was just my little brother, nothing more. It felt like we suddenly weren’t in the middle of a battlefield and there was an ancient monster buried in rubble just a few feet over. It felt like I was back home. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“I will kill her if she makes you cry.”

We laughed harder than we should have.

He pulls away first, telling me to “get my girl.” I don’t even think twice before turning and starting to run through the battlefield.

I frantically looked around for Clarisse, hoping and praying to every single god that she was okay. I was so frantic that I nearly missed her over by the Ares station, seeming to be ignoring something her brother was saying in favor of looking out at all of the other half-bloods.

I didn’t even think before my feet were moving. Clarisse started to walk around, looking for something. It wasn’t until we made eye contact that I realized it was me she was looking for, when her eyes softened in the way they always seemed to whenever she looked at me, like she was letting go of the anger embedded within her skin and cooling off just a bit.

It didn’t matter to me that we were surrounded by people, and Clarisse made no complaints when my left hand cupped her cheek and my lips met hers. Her arms held my waist as my right arm circled around to hold the back of her neck. I could feel the sweat that was dripping down from the battle and the adrenaline that was just beginning to crash.

I didn’t realize she was crying until I tasted the saltiness. I withdrew slightly before pecking her lips once more. The thumb of my left hand moved to her cheek and under her eye to wipe the tears.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Clarisse’s left hand left my waist to wipe the tears on the right side of my face. We both laughed slightly, bringing our foreheads together and closing our eyes. I angled my head to kiss her one more time before hugging her properly. She buried her face into my neck and I laughed at how it tickled.

“Gods, we both smell horrible.”

“I know.”

We didn’t speak for a while, soaking up each other, but it still didn't feel like enough.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

It didn’t matter that everyone at camp could see us and Clarisse didn’t seem to mind it either. There were more important things than reputation right now.

[brodorokihousuke]

On a scale from "felt really bad about drugging Solomon Starbuck that time" to "would’ve beat Kristoph Gavin to death if he ever physically hurt Apollo", what are your opinions / speculations on the morality of canon Clay Terran?

Bringing up the drugging deal is important because people forget about that a lot (I do admittedly... not ignore it, but don't focus on it very hard). However, it makes sense that he was convinced to do so, despite having a (presumably) generally "lawful" morality.

Lets put this into context: You have finally achieved your dream job. This is a very specific job, that requires years and years of training, as well as luck. However, you find out from your boss(?) that there is a threat against your workplace. A repeated threat, that had been made once before, and resulted in a major cover-up as well as the death of one person, and near-death of at least one other. Reporting this threat could have dire consequences, he says. The government could see this as a weak point, perhaps. Was it worth funding something if every attempt at it would get sabotaged? Especially if it was just for science data. Who cares about that. So, for the good of your job, for the good of them all, he asks one thing of you.

Drug your coworker. Drug him, and then carry him out. You'll be safe, he'll be safe. Your job will be safe too, along with those of everyone else working there. You'll be a hero to everyone.

Why wouldn't you want that?

-

To more specifically answer, I think he has a perhaps more malleable morality than Apollo, but not by much. I can see him getting really fucking mad at Kristoph (and anyone who's wronged Apollo), but not to the point of physical violence- I see him having more restraint than Apollo in that regard.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

How would Thor, Loki, Apollo, Hades, Buddha Rudra react to arranged marriage? fem!Raeders (human or go, idc) is a perfect fit for a wife - smart, attentive, attractive, a bit motherly, if possible she can be chubby/busty, how would everything work? (if possible can you write some nsfw stuff?) I sent a lot of love and support 💋

-For many, the thought of an arranged marriage would feel controlling, stifling, like one’s freedom was being snatched away.

-That’s what both you and (Love) had initially thought when you were told that you were to be married, however, your opinions had changed after you both met each other.

-(Love) had never met someone like you before, you were witty, funny, caring and motherly, but also intelligent and you weren’t a pushover by any means, you were feisty, but he liked that.

-You were stunning to him, your looks made his blood run hot, seeing how curvaceous you looked, and pairing your stunning looks with your wonderful personality- you were the perfect person!

-It was you that took a bit longer to warm up to him, as you found him to be almost a little intimidating, being such a powerful god, you felt like you weren’t worthy of being with someone so perfect.

-To (Love), you were the perfect one, and he had started courting you, properly courting you so instead of being a loveless arranged marriage, this union would be one of love and happiness.

-You appreciated his honesty and his attention to you, unlike others in your past who just expected you to roll over and do what you were told, and you loved that he was taking time to woo you.

-Many had learned of this arranged marriage and many were expecting to see both of you looking miserable as you were being forced to do this, but seeing the smiles on both of your faces was quite surprising.

-The ceremony was lovely, and the party afterwards was so much fun, you enjoyed yourself, dancing with your new husband and he loved seeing you so happy as the two of you celebrating the first day of the rest of your lives together.

-Once at home however, (Love’s) switch was flipped, as you had been playfully flirting with each other leading up to the wedding, teasing each other, and now he finally had you.

-The first two days of your honeymoon were spent in bed, as he refused to let you get out of bed, he waited on you hand and foot, getting you anything you needed, food and drink wise, and refused to let you wear any clothes. Other than that, you were having your mind blown by his skillful hands and wicked tongue, bringing you mind blowing pleasure until you were near passing out, begging him to stop. He couldn’t and he didn’t, he adored seeing you writhing beneath him, drunk from pleasure, the pleasure he was giving to you. He couldn’t help it- you were too alluring, and he just wanted to keep drowning in you. He felt like he could have you every day and never get tired of your breathy gasps or hearing you calling out his name in want.

            -Apollo, Rudra, Buddha, and Loki

-You were his queen, his partner, and he treated you as such, putting himself beneath you- you were the leader in this relationship, he would do anything you asked of him. However, that led to some issues during your honeymoon, where he would praise you, showering you with his love, worshipping your perfect body. He told you numerous times that you were the boss, but then when you would beg him to stop pleasuring you, your mind melting from pleasure, he would just grin, almost evilly, and tell you no, going even harder. It would up being a big part of foreplay in your relationship, where you would tell him to do certain things and he would defy you and you were powerless to stop it, not that you minded~

-Thor and Hades

[characteroulette]

Since I finally got an answer to the Apollo character question, let's look into it!

Apollo is the player character. The player surrogate. Like Phoenix in his debut game, he doesn't reveal much more about himself besides his personality. He's less obviously unhinged as Phoenix, begrudgingly resigning himself to the whims of his new assistant and his new deadbeat boss, making him the perfect pawn in Phoenix's game. Even when Apollo asks questions, wanting to know why he's doing any of this, the answers he gets are either cryptic or nonexistent. So he sighs and complains to himself, but continues trudging along anyway.

He appears, to those not looking for it, complacent. He appears then, to those same people, as if he has no wants or desires for himself. Nothing to motivate him besides the need for the plot to continue.

But that just isn't true.

Apollo may not have the deeply personal motivation of Phoenix in the first game (to save Edgeworth), at least not yet, but he is still motivated by something intrinsically personal to him: to be a defence attorney. It's smaller, less in your face, but the thing Apollo wants most is to do his job as a lawyer. We spend the entirety of the first part of 4-2 with him bemoaning that this isn't in his job description, he's a lawyer, not a detective. But that brings about his second driving force in his life: he wants to find the truth.

This might seem counter to how he's presented at first glance. After all, if he wants to find the truth, then why did he never look into the case that disbarred Phoenix? How did he not even know his previous boss had such a famous brother?

Well, it's because of that first character trait we rub up against: Apollo takes the path of least resistance. A learned behaviour no doubt from his experiences in his life (being an orphan, being abandoned, having to fight and care for himself at every step of the way to his goal of becoming a defence attorney).

Yes, we don't really learn /why/ he wants to be a defence attorney. Not yet, at least. But what deeper reasoning does he need? It's a job he feels calling to him, to dig into the truth and defend those who may need it. He says to Trucy that his talent is defending; he considers it his best asset, even over his Chords of Steel. It's very notable that, upon learning his clients are all not as innocent as they first appear, he doesn't immediately turn on them. He continues to defend Wocky despite his intent to kill a man, he stays with Machi despite his part in the smuggling, he doesn't abandon Vera despite her being the true forger. It's also notable that when Phoenix reveals his trick in painting over the truth, of the trap used to snare Kristoph, Apollo is upset enough to punch him. Right there in the courtroom. And while it breaks Apollo's trust in Phoenix's word, he still never once considers leaving the man. He still searches for a crumb of belief, of praise, which Phoenix is rather cruel about yanking away from him at every chance he gets.

Apollo's motivations run deep, colour how he interacts with everyone around him, even if it's easy to misread them due to his complacency. The way that 4-4 ends, with Phoenix having to finally come clean and include Apollo in on the whole trap, I think is the reason why Apollo doesn't continue begrudging Phoenix after that point. Phoenix literally finally gives Apollo all he's been asking for from the man: the full truth and acceptance. Phoenix trusting Apollo with this torch is an acknowledgement of Apollo's skills, of his place as an attorney, so of course Apollo doesn't think twice about presenting a second piece of fabricated evidence. (In my heart, he will always be mad about it, but Apollo very clearly does not hold grudges. Apollo embodies Nahyuta's catchphrase better than he ever could; simply let it go, and move on.)

And it makes sense. He's had no space to really hold onto grudges if he wants to survive. If he truly wishes to be a defender, to dig until the truth is laid bare in court, then he has to let things go and keep moving forward. He has to continue walking towards the future, not dwelling on his past, because that's how he's kept his head above water and kept faith in his profession for so long.

(This can connect to Dual Destinies as well. His wavering faith in Athena makes sense with this mindset; the truth is important to Apollo, so of course he recoils and retreats when he feels he's being lied to. Of course he defaults back on taking care of things on his own, it's all he's ever known. But that's not the focus here so I won't dig more into it.)

It also helps make sense as to why he doesn't regard Kristoph as a complete monster after everything. He clearly worshipped Kristoph, to the point of being willfully ignorant to all of Kristoph's jabs and passive aggressive comments about his ability. That love doesn't just go away because Kristoph turned out to be the worst. That Kristoph was a murderer doesn't just erase the fact that he wasn't lying to Apollo in his tutelage. (Kristoph may not have taught him much, but he does explain the game mechanics and that is something at least!) Up until the end, Apollo doesn't see Kristoph as the devil he truly is because why would he? The man gave him a job. Kristoph and Phoenix both similarly use Apollo as their pawn, but at least Kristoph wasn't bold facedly a jerk about it. It's only after Kristoph's darkness is revealed by the mountain of investigations Phoenix has performed does Apollo finally see Kristoph for the liar he is.

But he doesn't begrudge the guy. Kristoph is evil, but he's also not worth ruminating on. It's better to keep moving forward and continuing to forge his own path.

I do get it. It's easy to miss Apollo's deeply rooted motivations when Phoenix's whole deal is front and centre. It's easy to think of Apollo as a simple player surrogate when he's being dragged along by the plot. But it doesn't change the fact that all of his character is right there for you to see. All his personality, his motivations, and the explanations for both are within the text! But then again, that didn't stop them from dialing back Phoenix's character as it was laid bare here, so I suppose I'll have to agree to disagree on this point.

[meep--tm]

found an old twt thread of my apollo maya bestfriendism ideas + dustings of klapollo/franmaya SO HERE IT IS.

maya is one of the only people apollo texts more often than once a week because she always sends like 10 mssgs in response to his 1 and she takes on the heavy lifting of the convo and it makes it sooo much easier for him (notoriously bad texter)

even though they aren't that far apart in age she calls herself his Wise Elder and he lets her because by the time he meets her (trucy introduces them) he's gone to the WAA school of Tolerating A Bad Bit

apollo is very very nervous to meet her initially because she's phoenix's sister and trucy's aunt and he wants to make a good impression but maya senses this and cranks up the goofiness so high during their first meeting that finding her intimidating becomes completely impossible

maya still has a dedicated fan turned full hater grudge against klavier because phoenix doesn't talk about anything ever and she never got the full kristoph story so when she finds out that apollo spends half his time with him she gets CRAZY PROTECTIVE.

eventually apollo confronts phoenix about it like I Know You're My Boss And This Isn't My Business But Communicate With Your Fucking Sister Maybe and the next time he sees maya after that she's like. :) sooooo you and klav.

on the other side of things apollo is TERRIFIED of Prosecutor von Karma because she's so accomplished and stern but he sees her with maya one time and sees her getting all soft and happy and relaxed and the next time he sees maya he's like HOW DID YOU DO THAT. TO HER.

[literallyjusttoa]

My top 7 Apollo exes from Ancient Greece

DISCLAIMER: Though I have done a lot of research of mythology for this, it is based off of the riordanverse version of Apollo. I won't be acknowledging any awful implications in versions of these myths, not because I don't think they're important, but because it simply isn't a part of riordanverse Apollo's characterization in the books. Also I'm not going to mention Copollo. I love Copollo like the rest of you, but sadly that is a Rick Riordan exclusive, and also technically Commodus is an ex from Ancient Rome, not Ancient Greece :3

Ok with that out of the way lets talk obscure and non-obscure Apollo relationships

7. Apollo & Thyia

This one clocks in at number 7 because I love the idea behind it, but it is the most bare bones relationship myth wise. All we really know is Thyia is a priestess of Dionysus and she and Apollo maybe had a kid once. But like, the idea of Apollo dating his brother's priest? Hilarious, A+ stuff. Also, Thyia isn't just one of Dionysus' priests, she is THE priest of Dionysus. She runs his temple in central greece, is thought to have offered the first sacrifice to him, and might have been the first Maenad? Either way this relationship must have been insane. Also she's a nymph so she's definitely still kicking out there, would love for these two to meet again.

6. Apollo & Hyacinthus

Ok ok I know what y'all are thinking. Number 6?? This is like Apollo's number 1 most tragic relationship of all time!!! And yes as an angst lover I do enjoy the pain this relationship brings our boy, but I just feel like there's not many places to go with this relationship besides what we already have. Like Apollo and Hyacinthus were kind of the perfect couple. Which, like, great for them, but it doesn't give me much space to add anything? I guess, great ship, no notes.

5. Apollo & Hypermnestra (& Oikles)

Ok, half the reason this is here is because her name is Hypermnestra. Slay. But also this is a great place to bring up my favorite little headcanon. In a lot of Apollo's relationships, there will be a child, and myths will have different versions with different fathers. Some say it's Apollo, while other's say it's whoever he dated's husband. In this case, myths disagree on whether Amphiaraus was Apollo's son or the son of Hypermnestra's husband, king Oikles (Oikles??? I love these names). The implication here is infidelity, but I disagree. No, I think every time there's confusion over who parentage it's because Apollo was dating both the woman he's said to be with and her husband, and therefore no one knows who ended up, y'know, fathering the child. Anyways Apollo dated both Hypermnestra and Oikles and you can't convince me otherwise.

4. Apollo & Branchus

I like this relationship because in my mind, I always thought it was Apollo's first. In one version of their myth, it is said that Apollo met Branchus after leaving Delos as a dolphin, which I always thought implied this was soon after he established Delphi, which was really early on. Idk something about a young Apollo accidentally revealing his godliness to this boy he really likes is just so sweet to me. And he makes Branchus into a prophet, which is so cool! These two are cutie-patooties is what I'm saying.

3. Apollo & Kyparissos

C'mon, the man died of grief because his deer died. Throughout ToA we learn that deep down Apollo is a mushy ball of emotions and compassion, and that convinced me that these two spent 75% of their relationship crying over baby animals and pretty people. I love the idea of Apollo dating someone who's honestly just as much of a loser as he is. And while it is sad that Kyparissos is another lover Apollo had to turn into a plant, I have to emphasize again that he died of heartbreak, because his pet deer died.

2. Apollo & Cyrene

Listen, these two are boss bitches and you cannot convince me otherwise. In the same way I like Kyparissos bc I feel like he and Apollo are so similar, I like Cyrene bc I feel like, in a lot of ways, these two are very different. Like, don't get me wrong, Apollo can be strong and wild when he wants to be, but Cyrene wrestles lions. I like to think the time these two spent together really helped each of them grow in their own way, which makes for a really fun and interesting relationship. Also, just like Thyia, Cyrene is sometimes referred to as a nymph, so she could still be out there!

1. Apollo & Admetus

The more I think about these two, the more I love them. Admetus meeting Apollo at his lowest and helping him through it. Apollo falling head over heels as a result and doing everything in his power to repay the man. The two of them still holding such strong affection for each other even decades after the time they had together, to the point that Apollo would mess with fate to extend Admetus' life. Apollo's life is full of turmoil, and this period of it was probably the worst, but despite that, his relationship with Admetus seems so steady. The other gods are said to be embarrassed of Apollo's love of Admetus, and I think it's because Apollo loved him in a way that went directly against the values of the gods. Apollo and Admetus' relationship was defined by service and care, filled with selfless intent and genuine love. While many gods give their lovers gifts and special favors, the idea of actually going into servitude for someone you love is as ungodly as you can get. Apollo spent time with Admetus, and he wasn't possessive of him, helping him to find a wife after their time together was through. I think this relationship is a great example of how Apollo, even in his lowest moments, is a genuine and caring person, and how that often separates him from the rest of his family. Also these two are just cute and they both love cows and they're cows in love.

[simplydannie]

Strobe Rageon || Goyle Rageon || Gorgen Rageon || Agni and Apollo

I was working on some other WIPs and request when I began listening to Brianna’s new song and omg! It inspired something. I had to get this WIP out of my head before I went crazy! I can imagine Velvet singing that song… but about her brother and father… because she feels betrayed.

What if, after their adventures in the under city, after reuniting with their father, after taking down Mistress… what if the life of mafia gang was Velvets calling all along? Instead of abandoning the Montegue name, she now embraces it. She learns how to control her ability making her nearly as menacing as her father… so she grows followers. Her target to overrule is not Under Rageous…. No… Her eyes are set to own and rule one place… Mount Rageous.

Velvet looked herself in the mirror…

Her hair dazzled, her make-up radiant… she was back. She was back at the top, back at Mount Rageous… and this time there would be no mistakes. This time she will succeed. The whole Troll fiasco? Well, let’s just say that was taken care of. It was all just a set up according to the media, Velvet was innocent.

There was a knock on her door.

“Five minutes boss.” A Gorgen Rageon peeked his head in.

“Thank you… Now scram.” She demanded. The Gorgen nodded as he closed her door. She looked herself in the mirror again, a smirk coming across her face…. Being a Montegue had its rewards. For so long she had wanted to abandon that name, that burden, but now she was using it towards her advantage.

Her father could run the damn under-city, she didn’t care. What she wanted was Mount Rageous. A year and half ago she was Queen. She had these people eating out of the palm of her hand… but then her stupid brother had to grow a pair and admit their wrong doings.

“Traitor…” she murmured. She hated him, hated him, hated him…. She missed him.

“No Velvet. He’s a traitor. You hate him. HATE HIM!” She screamed at herself. He decided to stay in Under Rageous. He wanted to remain with their dad and fix everything, he wanted to remain with the stupid Troll.

Once they took care of Mistress, once they all faced that near death experience, that’s when their father decided to change….their father wanted them together again…. But the life of the mafia was calling to her, it was looking promising and pleasing…

“It’s a life I thought I had wanted for you…a life drilled into my brain that it was for my own children. I’m sorry. Please don’t go down this path.” Her father had told her. He began to see the desire in her eye, the poison still twisting her brain.

“I’m not a little girl anymore.. I know what I want!!”

She began to search, threaten, steal, kill… that’s how she gained her followers… that’s how she began to become queen of the under city…but that’s not what she wanted. She brought her followers to Mount Rageous where any power dared to threaten her would be met with an iron fist…. It began with the smaller districts up in the upper city. One by one she began taking over…. District by district she began owning Mount Rageous.

“Proud of me now, dad.” She stood up fixing the crown on top of her head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it…. A picture…. A picture of her and her brother. Why the hell do I still have that? She took it in her hands and gazed on it…. They were happy. In a world that treated them differently, they were all they had. She thought she could trust him their first round up here, she thought that’s what he had wanted… she had done it for him. But no, his heart was never in it. He missed home, he missed dad…. So that’s what he chose…

She knew it would be a matter of time before they came looking for her. Before him and dad came looking. But she was ready. She was done. She was her own boss, she had her own gang now… she kept growing and growing, and nothing was going to stop her. Velvet stepped out her dressing room and came face to face with a Strobe and Goyle Rageon: her hired guards. Funny, they were once hired to capture her and her brother back in the under-city… but now they worked for her…Apollo and Agni.

“Your crowd awaits.” Apollo gestured, skin and hair illuminating the hallway.

“Keep an eye out. I know they’ll be looking for me.” She said as she walked ahead of them, leading the way to the stage.

“We stationed our men around. No one should be getting through.” Apollo replied.

She snarled, “They have the damn Trolls now. They all know how to sneak through.”

“And if we see them, do I ram them?” Agni said, his horns glistening against Apollos light.

“… Hmmm… no. Not yet. Just keep them away from me. I’ll find them… when I’m ready.” She stated.

“Yes, m’am.” They said in unison. They retreated each going there separate way.

Velvet could hear the crowd chanting her name behind the closed door. She closed her eyes and began to take in the essence of it all. Being a succubi she learned she didn’t need any Troll essence to give her what she needed. She began on feeding those around her… it was her drug. Velvet gave them a show and they gave her the euphoria… and she’d soak it all in. She opened her eyes as they glowed again, a maniacal grin on her face.

“Ladies and gentlemen!! She’s back! Back and better than ever!” She could hear the host on the other side of the doors. Today she would sing her new song… a song she wrote for her brother, for her father….the doors opened. The crowd screamed as the lime light was on her…again she absorbed the essence around her… a tingling sensation running through her body….

She stepped out, mic in hand…Thinking of her brother and father, she pulled the mic up to her lips as the song started to play…

“This one for you bro, this one is for you dad.” She spat…. They had picked their poison, so she picked hers…

[minervakarsh]

So I remembered the existence of the “describe it in exactly 9 words” challenge. And I decided: why not do this challenge with EVERY Ace Attorney case? Warning - may be a little cringe. Also no TGAA

1-1: Friends help friends even if said friends are stupid

1-2: You lost your boss but you gained your assistant

1-3: About kids and adults but most importantly about fans

1-4: Save him - from his mentor, his past and himself

1-5: Fighting corruption with science, sisterly love and wriggling plywood!

2-1: A lawyer with no memories is still a lawyer

2-2: Secluded villages produce spirits, murders and deeply traumatized girls

2-3: No one is the villain. Except apparently borderline pedophilia

2-4: Poor Phoenix, you will doubt everyone… except your friends

3-1: He who gets weird clients once himself was one

3-2: A tale of Cinnamon Roll and his foe Spamton

3-3: A shark can be a tiger… a loan shark

3-4: No one wins, except the devil who was arrested

3-5: Of the mountains and the clan and the coffee

4-1: Ace Attorney but Ace stands for the bloody ace

4-2: Full of noodles, doctors, gangsters and thieves of panties!

4-3: A particularly messy concert of Klavier Gavin, now colorized

4-4: Let me take you back to seven years ago

5-1: Finally, at last! The victim actually wrote the message!

5-2: The prosecutor looks more demonic than the actual demon

5-3: My Little Lawyer: Friendship is Magic. Also school! Yay!

5-4: Yeah, I understand Apollo. I would go postal too.

5-5: When you chase phantoms, look who has your back…

5-6: Fish, orcas, penguins, pirates, shanties - and a happy end!

6-1: What to do abroad? Risk your life in court!

6-2: Magic? Troupe Gramarye?? TRUCY AS A DEFENDANT?! HELL YES!!

6-3: Ah, Khura’in. Crispy mountain air, magatamas, prayers, rebels, murders…

6-4: Lots of food, sake and rakugo performances! And Uendo!!

6-5: First a theft… then murders, revolutions, family drama. Classic.

6-6: All friends here! And the case is about love!

I1-1: A dead body? Nah, the folders are more important

I1-2: Edgeworth and his worst nightmare: being surrounded by women

I1-3: Badger madness versus Yatagarasu coolness! Also, Lance is there.

I1-4: Little Franzy! Little Kay! Slightly littler Edgy! CALISTO YEW??

I1-5: At least Manfred was cool. This guy is INSUFFERABLE.

I2-1: Bodyguard? Fake. President? Fake. Tabby? Lloyd. Love this case!

I2-2: A new defense attorney, prosecutor and judge. Full collection.

I2-3: Aw, guys, look! His son is practically him copypasted!

I2-4: Something is wrong. Deeply wrong. Because Excel Document exists!!!!

I2-5: Remember that one little guy? Well, remember him again.

…my reason for making this is unknown to anyone, and especially myself. Enjoy!

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1257: The Great Ladder and Step Ladder Debate! (Ace Attorney)

2:12 p.m. Outside and Below of Wright Anything Co.......

Apollo: (Let's Out a Very Relaxed Sounding Sigh as He is Seen Walking with his Peers) At long last. We finally made it to a brand new year.

Klavier: (Flips the Side of his Hair Forward with a Laid Back Smile on his Face) I couldn't have said it any better, Herr Forehead. There's so much to look forward to this day of age: new beginnings, new faces to meet, new life changing opportunities-

Ema: And a new set of problems dying to wring their heads at us eventually.

Klavier: (Turns to his Girlfriend Behind Him) Not too excited about this one already, are we Fraülen?

Ema: (Shrugs) Eh. I'm more netural about it if anything. The world can be a cruel mistress if you're not too careful.

Klavier: That is true.

Wocky: (Punds his Fist onto the Palm of his Hand With a Determined Grin on his Face) Then we'll just have face those problems head on and smack 'em out of our faces!

Ema: (Raises an Eyebrow at Wocky) Figuratively or Literally?

Wocky: .........Yes.

Apollo/Ema/Klavier: Wocky!

Wocky: (Holds his Hands Up in Front of his Face with Sheepish Smile) Kidding, kidding. I meant that figuratively. You know i wouldn't tank my family's business like that.

Apollo: Speaking of which, I'm kinda surprised to see the O.G. Cracker closed this time around.

Wocky: Oh that cuz I convinced my folks to give the fellas and I the day off. They work their asses off to provide the greatest muffins and a nice eat n' hangout experience imaginable till the very end of last year. It's only right for them celebrate this ocassion by taking a load off for once.

Ema: (Wraps her Arm Around Wocky's Shoulder) Well, look at you being a cool co-leader to your team~

Klavier: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Very impressive indeed, Herr Wocky.

Wocky: (Puts on a Proud abd Slightly Cocky Grin on his Face) ('Heh') It was nothing to it for the prince of the Kitaki Clan! Ma's words, not mine.

Apollo: (Snickers a Bit While Rolling his Eyes) Okay then, prince, since we're now here at the office, which game you want us to play first for the day?

Ema: Please don't say any Mario Party titles....or any party related games for that matter.

Wocky: (Smirks at Ema) Afraid you'll lose?

Ema: (Scoffs Playfully Shoves Wocky Off of Her) As if! I just don't wanna start the new year off in utter chaos.

Apollo: You and me both. How about we start with Ultimate MVC 3 instead? (Walks Up the Steps With Everyone Else Following Behind)

Ema: Yeah, sure.

Klavier: Of course.

Wocky: I'm down with that. You know, I never understood how and why your boss and Maya got themselves wrapped up in that game to begin with, Justice.

Apollo: (Shrugs) I'm just as confused about it as you are at this point. (Opens the Office Door and Walks Inside Before Closong it Behind Him and the Others) But I'm sure they'll tell us once we- ask.....them.....

Apollo's eyes slowly starts to widen up in Horror as him and co bear witness at his boss, Phoenix Wright, yelling and arguing with his old assistant, Maya Fey, her younger cousin, Pearl Fey, and Apollo's girlfriend and little sister, Athena Cykes and Trucy Wright, from two seperate sides of the room.

Phoenix: How many times do I have to get this through you girls!? STEP LADDERS ARE JUST LADDERS!!

Maya: And how many times do WE have to tell YOU is that STEP LADDERS ARE THEIR OWN THING!!!

Phoenix: LADDERS!

Ladies: STEP LADDERS!

Phoenix: LADDERS!!

Ladies: STEP LADDERS!!!

Apollo: (Slowly Facepalms Himself in Pure Agony) Oh my god....Of all the times they could've done this, why does it have to be now?...

Klavier: This is uh....Interesting drastic turn of events for the day.....

Wocky: Apollo, what the hell are we watching right now? Some kind of debate?

Ema: ('Sigh') Yeeup. Ladders v. Step Ladders. A battle as old as time itself. (Rolls her Eyes) And the one Pollo and I have to get dragged into on fat too many ocassions....

Klavier: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) But aren't step ladders alrwady part of the ladder family by default?

Ema: Yeah. Always have been. But the girls would always find counter arguments for every statement made. While it's impressive on their part, it only makes the debate itself drag on longer than it already has.

Apollo: It gotten so bad and out of left field that the JUDGE of all people, got involved in one......

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Disbelief) The same judge in our city? That's insane....

Klavier: I don't believe the countless debates I've encounter in my family were ever nearly as intense as this...(Notices Something in that Said Debate in Front of Him) It doesn't seem like they noticed us at the moment.

Ema: No suprise there. This might be their heated one yet if that's the case.

Apollo: (Quickly Brings his Friend Group into a Group Huddle Before Whispering to All of Them) Okay, look, I know they're our love ones and everything, but there's no point of getting ourselves involve in this. They clearly settling it themselves, so let's just let 'em be and get the hell up outta here.

Wocky: (Starts Whispering as Well) All in favor of going to my place for the rest of the day, say "Aye".

The Gang: (Raises Their Hand Up Little and Whispers Out....) Aye!

Apollo: Then, it's settled. Let's roll.

Apollo silently tells his three friends to keep quiet as he slowly reaches his hand towards the office door's knob.

???????: HOLD IT!!!

The gang gets startled by the booming voice as they turn their attention to their appointed love ones pouting and glaring at them from the mid distance.

Phoenix: And where do you think YOU FOUR are going right now?

Ladies: YEAH!

Apollo: (Looks Down and Curses Under his Breath as He Snaps his Fingers) Shit. Uhh...(Clears his Throat Before Smiling Awkwardly at his Founded Family) H-Hey, you guys! Happy New Years! (Chuckles Awkwardly) We came here to say hi, but we'd figured you all are busy at the moment, so-

Trucy: Oh hush! We're never too busy for you guys, Polly!

Athena: (Smiles Brightly) In fact, you all are just in time for the nearby climax!~

Apollo: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Ladies) Nearby climax, you say?

Pearl: (Happily Nodded) I believe we're this close to cracking Mr. Nick under pleasure thus far.

Maya: (Smiles Brightly) So, step right up and join our merry crew!~ (Points at her Opponent, Phoenix Wright) And together, we'll prove this porcupine looking menace wrong once and for all!!

Phoenix: (Gives his Best Friend a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Maya, I'm not even close to looking anything like a porcupine.....

Maya: (Crosses her Arms While Smirking) Takes one to know one, Nick the Porcupine!~

The rest of the ladies then proceeds to lower down one of their eye lids, stick their tongues, and make 'Nyeh!' Noises towards Nick in front of them.

Phoenix: (Unfazed by the Ladies' Taunts) Charming. (Turns Back to Apollo and Co.) Anywho, rather than joining alongside those immature children over there to be right-

Ladies: (Immediately Pouts Offensively at Phoenix) Heyyyy!!!

Maya: (Comically Glares at Phoenix) I'm in my thirties, you jackass!!

Phoenix: (Puts on a Confident Smile on his Face) Come to my side and I'll provide you anything you want and need afterwards.

Apollo: (Raises an Eyebrow at his Own Boss) Really, sir? You're bribing us no- WHGH? (Suddenly Got his Face Covered by Ema's Palm)

Ema: What are you offering?

Phoenix: Nothing too complex. Just a simple raise of your bonuses is all.

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise to the Offer Along with Ema and Klavier) No freakong shot...You can do that!?

Phoenix: (Chuckles Lightly) Of course I can! Your parents and I would usually talk to each other over muffins and coffee in the morning time while you and the crew were working. Both were fantastic by the way, keep up the good work.

Wocky: (Puts on a Very Proud Grin on his Face) Will do, boss! Glad you enjoyed our service.

Phoenix: (Turns to Klavier and Ema) And I've know Edgeworth since we were in grade school together. You two let me talk to him for a few minutes and you'll be living the rest of month golden in no time. I'll even convince him to give Gumshoe the same treatment. Lord knows him and Maggey need more good luck in their lives together.

Ema: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmm very tempting indeed, Mr. Wright.........I am in need of a new, more advanced, scientific equipment these days.

Klaiver: (Smiles Fondly at the Thought) And it would be nice to finally get my hands on that legendary guitar my band mates told me so much about.........

Wocky: I want that new Nintendo console that's coming out this year. Let's-

OBJECTION!!

Maya: (Comically Glares at Phoenix Some More) SHAME ON YOU, NICK! Leading these poor kids to false hope just so they can join your dumb cause!

Phoenix: (Comically Glares Back at Maya) Hey, it isn't fasle hope if I can manage to get it done!

Trucy: Oh yeah, like you can convince a former yakuza couple to give their baby boy another raise after doing so beforehand. Be more realistic, daddy

Athena: (Rolls her Eyes) And I highly doubt that Mr Edgeworth is close with you enough to accept your requests.

Pearl: Especially if it's anything money related.

Apollo: (I could've said all of that in under two minutes.)

Phoenix: Really? And what, pry tell, will you do for them if they choose your side, hm? I bet is something cheap.

Maya: Um, no! It's quite simple than that. Their contributions to our cause could prevent- (Tears Starts to Build Up in hers and the Rest of her Crew's Eyes) our pure, maiden hearts- ('Sniff') from breaking in two~

Apollo: (Rolls his Eyes) And now we've reached guilt tripping territory.......

Pearl: (Tearfully Pouts at Apollo) We are NOT guilt tripping, Polly!~ ('Sniff') We're only expressing how hurt we would be if you choose poorly!~

Athena: Yeah!~ ('Sniff') It's not our faults this debate has gotten us teary eyed all of the sudden!!~

Trucy: Quit being so skeptical and help us prove daddy wrong about STEPLADEEEEEERS!~ (Finally Crying Her Eyes Out Along with her Fellow Teammates)

Klavier: (Watches the Tear Jerking Madness Going on in Front of Him) Never in all my days that I've seen such emotions display over something so......

Ema: Trivial, dreadful, a waste of time and energy?

Klavier: (Turns to his Girlfriend with a Small Sheepish Smile on his Face) I was gonna say Unusual, but....(Chuckles Lightly) You're not entirely far off there, my Fraülen~

Apollo: I think now would be a great time for us make our exit. Am I right, Wocky? (Turns to Where Wocky Is Standing.....Only to Notice Wocky is Nowhere to be Seen) Wocky?.....Wocky?

Apollo hears the sounds of cheering as he turns and then has his eyes widened in complete disbelief at the youngest member of his friend group standing next to Trucy on their side of the debate.

Apollo: WOCKY, WHAT THE HELL!?

Wocky: (Casually Shrugs) Sorry, 'Pollo. I gotta support Truce on this. You know I hate seeing her sad.

Trucy: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as She Hugs her Boyfriend Very Loving Hug) Oooh my sweetheart of a Munchkin you!~

Wocky: (Starts Blushing in a Bit of Embarrassment) Babe, I thought I told you not to call me that........

Trucy: And I thought I told you that it's far too cute of a nickname to pass up. (Starts Snuggling into Wocky's Chest) My sweet, handsome Munchkin you!~ (Starts Kissing Wocky on the Cheek)

Ema: ('Sigh') Okay....Obnoxious cuteness aside, I think The Fop and I have a clear answer on which side to take now.

Apollo: (Turns to the Couple on his Left) You do?

Klavier: (Happily Nodded) Indeed so, Herr Forehead. (Joins Ema as the Two Walks Over to Phoenix Side)

Phoenix: (Pumps his Fist Back in Rejoice) Yes! Finally.

Ladies: ('GASPS')

Maya: (Pouts at Ema) Damnit, Ema! Again!?

Ema: Yes- (Speaks in a bit of a Mocking Tone) Again!~ Step ladders has always been a lower class in the ladder category and I'm sick of pretending that isn't.

Klavier: (Casually Shrugs) My thoughts exactly. It's silly to see Step Ladders as it's own seperate entity these days. (Places his Hands onto Ema's Shoulders) It's even sillier to not take my cleverly beautiful Fraulein's logic to heart as well.

Ema: (Looks Up at Klavier) That's your way of buttering me up today, is it?

Klavier: Perhaps....(Looks Down at Ema with a Seductive Smirk on his Face) Is it working by any chance?~

Ema: Hm. (Smirks Back at her Glamorous Fop) O say it does to some capacity~

Klavier: Works for me~ (Shares a Peck on the Lips with his Fraulēin)

Phoenix: Well, aren't they adorable? (Turbs his Attention Back to Apollo) And now it's your turn to join as well, Apollo.

Maya: (Glares at Nick Again) No, Polly is coming with us!!

Ladies: Yeah!

Apollo: (Already Done With All the Foolishness Happening in Front of Him) Can't I just speculate the whole thing in the background?....

Everyone: No.

Athena: (Glares at Her Boyfriend) Babe, you can't keep yourself in the middle of this any longer. You gotta pick a side!.

Apollo: Okay, but do I really have to though?

Athena: YES, YOU DO!.....(Starts Streaming her Ponytail Down a Bit While Faltering into a Cute Pouty Look) It isn't fun when you're not participating with us. Come on.....

'Door Pushed Open'

????????: It is seems we've arrived just in time, detective.

????????: You said it, Mr. Edgeworth. I was getting cold out there already.

Another collective gasping sounds escapes from the ladies' mouth as everyone now turn their attention to very familiar faces walking into the office. One is everyone's favorite unrpaid detective, Dick Gumshoe, and his boss and the city's most well known prosecutor-

Klaiver/Ema/Wocky: Mr. Edgeworth!?

Maya: (Glares at the Prosecutor in Question) Miles.....

Gumshoe: And Gumshoe!! (HappilyThrows Confetti In Front of His Face) Happy New Years, everybody!!

'Crickets Crpping'

Gumshoe: Okay, I'll be over here if ya need me. (Walks Over to Where Apollo is Standing)

Apollo: (Smiles Softly at the Detective) Hey, Happy New Years to you too, Detective. (Sticks his Hand Out Right in Front of Gumshoe) Sorry you had to get dragged into this too.

Gumshoe: (Happily Shakes Apollo Hand) D'aww thanks, pal, and don't worry about it! We've been doing this kind of thing a lot longer before you and Ema came into the picture. I'm used to it at this point.

Phoenix: (Smiles Brightly at his Old Friend) There's the duo of the honor! And here I thought you two were never gonna make it.

Edgeworth: ('Hmph') (Puts on a Competitive, Smug Smirk on his Face as He Walks Over to Phoenix's Team) And miss another opportunity to debunk any sort of halo statements and counterarugments our opponents are naive enough to obtain on a brand new year? I'd foolish enough not to participate.

Both Phoenix and Edgeworth casually giving themselves a high five.

Maya: (Glares at the Latest Member of the Ladder Team) For your informati-on, Miles Edgeworth,we have plenty of factual statements and rebuttal than you hope to realize. (Forms a Competitive Smirk of her Own) No matter. I've sent a text minutes before coming here. Help is on it's way for my team soon enough.

Phoenix: Oh, like that's gonna intimidate us in any-

'Door Kicked Open'

????????: SEIZE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!!!

Apollo: Oh no.

The Ladies free cheers for the latest member of their pack and Miles Edgeworth's little big sister, Franziska Von Karma.

Ladies: Franny!!!~

Maya: (Happily Waves at her Girlfriend) Hi, honey!~

Phoenix's team starts stepping themselves back from their leader as his eyes starts to widen up in fear.

Phoenix: D-D-Did you have to bring Franny along tho-

'WhHIPLASH'

Phoenix: (Gets Struck by Franziska's Whip) YEOOOUCH!

Franziska: (Proudly Tightens Up her Whip) Yes, she have. (Walks Over to Maya's Team) I refuse to have the love of my life get overwhelmed by your repetitive foolishness any longer, Phoenix Wright. This means war!

Maya: (Wraps her Arm Around her Girlfriend's Waist While Pumping her Fist Up to the Air) And we're gonna keep fighting and fighting till we claim victory! (Turns to Franziska) Thanks for coming over here, Franny. I know you have a million other things you rather be doing right now.

Franziska: (Simply Shrugs) It's fine. I wasn't completely preoccupied at the moment, in hindsight. (Smiles a Little) Even then, I'll never be to busy for you, my darling Water Lily~

Maya: (Giggles Softly While Blushing) Awwww~ I love you so much~ (Kisses Franziska on the Lips)

Franziska then notices a familiar face standing behind her as she returns to her professional demeanor.

Franziska: Kitaki.

Wocky: Von Karma.

Franziska: I see you are on our side in this debate.

Wocky: Just my way of supporting Trucy like I always do. I hate seeing her get sad and cry.

Trucy: (Heart Starts Melting Some More in Silence Before Hugging Wocky Again)

Franziska: I see. Regardless, you've chose wisely this evening. Also- (Politely Bows at Wocky) Happy New Year.

Wocky: (Stares at the Older Woman For a Brief Second Before Grinning) Likewise.

Franziska gives Wocky a small smile before turning her attention back to her opponents.

Trucy: (Starts Snuggling Up on Wocky Again) Seeeee?~ I told you my auntie would come around to liking.

Wocky: Pretty sure that's her way of being nice and junk.

Trucy: True, but it's still a start, right.

Wocky: Yeah. Guess so.

Edgeworth: ('Sighs in Annoyance') This is getting ridiculous. All these years later and you two are still believe in this pointless delusion.

Phoenix: That's what I've been saying. Sad really.

Franziska: (Glares at Her Main Competitors) How dare you.....Stepladders are not nearly as delusional as you foolish fools!

Maya: (Does Phoenix Signature Objection Pose) They are their own being and you all will treat them as such!!

Phoenix/Edgeworth: LADDERS!

Maya/Franziska: STEPLADDERS!!

Team Ladders: LADDERS!!!

Team Step-Ladders: STEPLADDERS!!!

And just like that, the two teams has finally commence their back and forth arguing and yelling towards one another, neither of which are ever gonna back down without a fight anytime soon.

Apollo: (Watches the Chaos Unfold In Front of Him and Gumshoe, Even More Dumbfounded Than Ever Before) ............Is it too late for the both of us to make a run for it right now?

Gumshoe: We can try. But I'm pretty sure Franny would drag us back here with her Whip alone.

Apollo: (Grimances the Thought While Shivering) That sounds worse than the Tiger tackling you to the ground.

Gumshoe: (Shivers as Well) You kidding? That's sounds even more terrifying! I keep forgetting how strong that girl really is....

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yeah, she's full of surprises alright. Still love her all the same.

Gumshoe: (Chuckles Lightly) That's good to hear, pal. I hope you and your friends have been doing alright today.

Apollo: (Turns to Gumshoe) Thanks. Other than going through this train wreck of a debate again, we're doing pretty good so far. How you and Maggey been doing these days?

Gumshoe: (Smiles Brightly) We're great! Mags started her first day at her new job the other day.

Apollo: Nice. What kinda job she works at?

Gumshoe: She's a waitress for that brand new fancy restaurant a few miles from here. (Holds up his Phone) I took a few pictures of the place if you wanna-

'Knock Knock Knock'

Gumshoe: (Turns his Attention to the Door Along with Apollo) Hm? Another person's at the door already?

Apollo: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Who wanna bet they're here for the debate.....

Gumshoe: Only one way to find out. (Opens the Door and Greets the Guest) Welcome to the Wright Anything A- genc-

Gumshoe's eyes widens a bit at the gues in question, a gorgeous woman with black long hair, wearing a bright pink robe, and a smile that could brighten your day up in an instant.

Gumshoe: (Chuckles Lightly) Hey-ey! It's been a long while since we've seen you again, Iris.

Iris: The feeling is very much mutual, Mr. Gumshoe. I hope you and Maggey have been doing well as of late.

Gumshoe: Oh, don't you worry. We've been doing great these days. And get this: Maggey got herself a new job at that new fancy restaurant the other day.

Iris: (Smiles Brightly) That's wonderful!~ I pray it all goes well for her going forward.

Gumshoe: You and me both, pal. She seems to really like it so far.

Apollo: Uh...Gumshoe? Who is this?

Gumshoe: Oh! (Chuckles Again) Where's my manner? (Turns Back to Apollo) Apollo, meet Sister Iris. The shrine maiden back at the Hazakura Temple. (Whispers to Apollo) She's also your boss' G-I-R-L-F-R-I-E-N-D.

Apollo: (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) (Girlfriend, huh? Now that he mentioned, I do remember all the Mr. Wright would announce that he was going to the detention center to see a certain someone a few years back.....Was she the person he was visiting this who time?)

Iris: Polly!~

Apollo: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality and Quickly Turns his Attention to Sister) Y-Yes!?

Iris: (Smiles Brightly) Polly. It's your nickname, is it not?

Apollo: ('Sigh') It's the one Trucy and Pearl's keep calling me on a daily basis for some reason.....

Iris: (Giggles Softly) I thought so~ The girls and Feenie has to me so much about you in the past. It's such a pleasure to finally meet you in person.

Apollo: Thanks, you- Wait. (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Feenie?

Gumshoe: (Whispers to Apollo Once Again) That your boss' nickname.

Apollo: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) Get out. Are you serious?

Iris: (Giggles Some More) It's the truth!~ (Places her Hands onto Both of her Now Blushing Cheeks While Smiling Very Fondly at the Memories Her and Phoenix Shared in the Past) It's the very nickname I gave to him on the very first day we started date in our college years~ To this day, he would always light up like a Christmas Tree whenever I call him that. My sweet, adorable Feenie~

'WHIPLASH'

Phoenix: (Screaming in Agony in the Distance) YEOOOOOOOUCH!!!!

Apollo: ('Sighs Heavily') Speaking of Feenie.........

Iris: (Frowns a Bit at the Chaos That's Happening in the Distance) Oh dear....Are they having that Ladders and Step-Ladders Debate again over there?

Apollo: Yeeeup. On the first day of the new year.

Gumshoe: Pollo and I been watching them on the sidelines thankfully. Doubt they're gonna stop anytime soon.

Iris: I figured as much. (Smiles Softly at the Two Men in Front of Her) In the meantime, how about I tell you the history Feenie and I shared together. It's been quite a while since I've told it to anyone thrse days, so please try and bear with me for the time being.

Gumshoe: (Turns to Apollo with a Bright Smile on his Face) Yo, you gotta give this one a listen, pal. It's sad, but really sweet at the same time.

Apollo: (Simply Shrugs) Hey, if it helps keeping from us from ever participating in that disaster of a debate, then you can count me in. (Smiles Softly to Iris) I hope it won't be too much trouble for you, Sister Iris.

Iris: No need to worry about me at all, dear. I'll do my very best. We do have the whole evening to ourselves, after all. So let's savor it while we can.

@apollo-justice-for-all

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[dragons-hoard-of-fandoms]

(Murder Drones Episode 6 spoilers!)

MEDUSA ROBO RAPTORS

Oh thank goodness, Tessa still actually cares about her robots. I was worried she would've gone all "cold and professional" and just treat them like tools to dispose of once they've outlived their usefulness.

Uzi sees a real-life human for the first time and immediately bites it. Never change, ya little gremlin.

Whoa whoa whoa wait, so Cyn is the one who sent the Disassemblers??? Huh. I actually considered that being a possibility a while back. Maybe I've got a bit of Nori's gift of prophecy myself. >:)

YES YES YES UZI CAN ACTIVATE HER WINGS AND TAIL AT WILL I WAS LITERALLY SO WORRIED THEY WERE GONNA SHOOT THAT DOWN SOMEHOW

That awkward moment when you reunite with your dead boss. My heart goes out to all the J fans, I wanted to see more of her too. 😔

SHE WANTS TO HOLD HIS HAND DON'T TOUCH ME I'M WEAK

'Kay bye Tessa, nice knowing you for like five minutes.

Cowboy baby? Cowboy baby.

Wait ew gross, egg spider cowboy baby.

Secret underground society of crazed Drones?? Also forcing them to get high via magnets.

NOOOOO STOP TORTURING N

Oh that's screwed up. That's so screwed up. They're lucky they're robots because there's NO WAY YouTube would let this fly if they were human.

Wait, was that Earth? Is Earth destroyed?? ARE THE DOGS OKAY

I'm starting to see where that "Nori caused the Core Collapse" theory is coming from.

Tessa. Dude. No. I legitimately want to like you but if you're presenting trolley problems like that then you're gonna make that very difficult for yourself.

How to Train Your Dragon moment- Wait, no, never mind. Also blood?? Like actual blood?? From a human???

NO NO NO NO CYN PUT HER DOWN PLEASE PLEASE PUT HER DOWN

Is that the Singularity???

HUGGING!!!!!!!!

SHE'S ASKING HIM "YOU GOOD?" LIKE HE DID TO HER IN EPISODE 2

HAND HOLDING AND BLUSHING HAND HOLDING AND BLUSHING HAND HOLDING AND BLUSHING HAND HOLDING AND BLUSHING

REJOICE NUZI NATION WE HAVE FEASTED WELL THIS DAY

Doll can you please just... not? Also Sonic reference maybe?

V GOT HER GLASSES BACK

CYN NO LEAVE THEM ALONE HAVEN'T YOU ALREADY DONE ENOUGH DAMAGE

NOOOO V WHY WE WERE ALL FINALLY STARTING TO GET ALONG

And yet another episode with no sign of Thad. I'm going to assume he got adopted by a pack of wolves at some point during "Cabin Fever" and is just vibing in the forest with them, which means this post got hit by Apollo's dodgeball of prophecy.

[the-bar-sinister]

Dinner and a Good Bottle of Wine (1717 words) by thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Fluff, First Dates, Boss/Employee Relationship, Mentor/Protégé, Romance, Getting Together, First Kiss, Kristoph Gavin Has Feelings, POV Kristoph Gavin

Summary: Kristoph Gavin takes his protege Apollo Justice out to dinner to celebrate and relax after a trial, but he finds himself growing fonder of him than he knows is appropriate.

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It was past 4:30 pm when court let out for the day, and Kristoph Gavin made his way out into the lobby, with Apollo Justice– his legal assistant and protege– following at his heels.

Kristoph carefully kept his shoulders squared and his chin up while they were still in public, but he couldn't deny his weary exhaustion. He rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses.

"Quite the trial today, wouldn't you say, Justice?"

"It was sure a long one, Mr. Gavin," Apollo nodded. "But we won, right?"

"By the very skin of our teeth," Kristoph agreed with a huffed breath that was almost a laugh. "Organized crime cases can be fun, but the judge always starts out against you. Tricky stuff. It often comes down to perception of character, and shadow of a doubt, as you saw at the end there."

"It was impressive, sir," Apollo nodded. "I thought for a while our goose was cooked. You sure turned it around, but–" 

Kristoph noticed him hesitate and cocked his head. "Go on?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "You do seem a little worn out, sir."

"Ah, you've seen right through me, Justice." He shook his head, brushing a lock of hair out of his face. "Don't tell anyone, will you? I have a reputation to uphold."

"Yes sir!" he nodded. "But if– if there's anything I can do…"

Kristoph felt his cheeks heat at the suggestion from his eager protege. He was well aware of the young man's crush on him, and, three months into their working relationship so far, had been very careful not to do anything in response to it that might be considered untoward. He did have a reputation to uphold after all, and he didn't want it tainted by accusations of an inappropriate workplace relationship.

But Apollo, standing there with his big eyes and eager to please expression– more than that, with his strength and determination– was deeply, deeply difficult to resist.

And Kristoph was feeling tired.

"I suppose," Kristoph said thoughtfully, "I wouldn't be averse to some company for dinner, if you were free."

Kristoph dined alone most nights, with his brother long away on tour. Once a week of course he had his dinners with Wright, and those were entertaining in their own way. But he would never consider them truly relaxing.

Dinner with Justice, who was so eager to please and so full of life and intensity, that sounded like it could be relaxing. Provided he didn't get so excited he passed out in his soup.

"I'd love to, sir!" Apollo agreed with his usual breathless intensity. Then he seemed to realize how loud he'd been, and bashfully rubbed his neck again, "I mean, if you think you'd like my company."

"You're a pleasure to have in the office, Justice. I'm sure you'll be a pleasure to dine with."

And a pleasure to take to bed. The thought snuck in unbidden. Desirable. But inappropriate. 

"Thank you, sir!" Apollo beamed brightly, seemingly delighted by the compliment. His smile lit up the room like the sun.

We'd probably look very dashing and handsome together in pictures. If only I could do something about his hair.

Kristoph shoved the thought away again.

"Come along then, Justice. I have no intention of lingering in these halls when dinner awaits."

Without another word, he started toward the exit, with Apollo following behind him like an eager dog.

Kristoph found himself really looking forward to this dinner.

–

Halfway through dinner at his favorite restaurant– a lovely little Italian place with much better food than that horrible little hovel that Wright played at– Kristoph was already feeling much restored. Apollo, in addition to being a bright and eager assistant, was as he had suspected, a fascinating conversationalist, even if he tripped over his words sometimes.

"So you really spent the first part of your life in Khura'in? I did know you had been in the foster system, but I had no idea you were from another country." Kristoph leaned over the table a little in fascination. "That's off in the Himalayas, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Apollo bobbed his head, his bangs flopping in his face as he smiled a nostalgic smile. "It's not something I talk about a lot, but, well, it's true. It's where I was raised. It's… really beautiful."

"Do you miss it?" he asked. He could see the answer written all over Justice's face. Of course he missed it. Kristoph didn't have to be a master of reading people to know that– or to know that he felt abandoned, or even exiled, into this country. No wonder the boy was so eager to please.

"Sometimes," he admitted. His nose and his smile crinkled as Kristoph 'caught' him. "I feel kind of out of place in LA still, even though I've been here most of my life now."

"I'll tell you a secret, Justice," Kristoph said, shaking his head. "Sometimes I do as well, and I've lived here my whole life. LA is a mysterious stranger, the femme fatale of an old movie."

Apollo chuckled. "I suppose it is, sir."

Kristoph leaned on his hand. "I notice you eying the bottle of wine, Justice– would you like me to pour you another glass?"

"Ah! Well, if you think it's alright?" 

Apollo had already had two glasses of wine, and his usually rosy cheeks were even rosier. It was probably the only reason Kristoph had gotten anything about his past out of him at all. Usually Justice was as cagey about his history as Kristoph himself was.

"I don't see why not. It's not like you drive, is it?" Kristoph chuckled and happily poured them both another glass. "Do you like the bottle?"

Apollo raised his full glass, giving it a sniff and then a sip. A surprisingly refined gesture that tugged at Kristoph's heartstrings.

"I don't have a lot of opportunity to drink wine, sir," he admitted between drinks, "So I don't really have a very informed opinion. But… yes I really like it."

"You'll be pleased to note that it's a good bottle then," Kristoph smiled, raising his own glass in toast. "Maybe we ought to have one to celebrate successful cases more often."

"Could we?" Apollo's eyes lit up.

"I shall make it a plan," he agreed.

-

After dinner, Kristoph called a cab for the both of them, and they rode on either side in the back of it, still chatting away. Apollo had finished the bottle of wine, and was by now quite talkative. He'd loosened his tie a bit, and undone the top button of his shirt, and Kristoph couldn't help but find him quite handsome and charming.

It was exactly as he'd worried it would happen.

The cab turned suddenly down the final street to Apollo's apartment, and the rather drunk young man fell across Kristoph's shoulder.

"Whoops! Sorry, sir!"

Kristoph laughed it off, and tried not to show he was flustered. He tentatively– he really shouldn't– he tentatively put a hand on Apollo's shoulder.

"Easy there, Justice. But it's alright."

Their faces were quite close for a moment, and Kristoph's heart beat a thump in his chest as he wondered for a moment if his protege was going to kiss him.

But Justice got flustered, and pulled back a little with an awkward grin. "I uh, had a really good time at dinner tonight, sir."

"So did I, Mr. Justice." Kristoph couldn't take his eyes off him. He hadn't taken his hand off him either.

The cab pulled up to the curb in front of a rather dreary apartment building.

"Well! Uh, this is my stop!" Apollo said breathlessly. He hadn't moved.

"So it is," Kristoph agreed. "Have a good night then."

He took his hand away slowly.

Apollo nodded, his hair bobbing. "You too, sir. I uh, like I said, had a good time. I'm looking forward to uh—"

"Those future bottles of wine?" Kristoph teased. "You'll need them if you don't want to be a cheap drunk."

He laughed and rubbed his neck. "Sorry, sir. But. Thanks. Um. Good night."

"Good night, Justice. I'll see you in the office in the morning."

"I'll see you then."

The moment lingered for another heartbeat, and then Apollo got out of the cab.

Kirstoph watched him start to walk away– and his heart thumped again.

"Wait here, please," he said to the cabbie, hefting himself out and onto the street. 

Kristoph hurried after the retreating young legal assistant.

"Mr. Justice!" he called, just as Apollo had stepped onto the first step up to his apartment.

Apollo turned, just as Kristoph caught up to him. The extra step of height brought Apollo just about to eye level with him.

"Sir?" he flushed, looking confused but hardly unhappy. "Uh, did I forget something?"

"No," Kristoph shook his head. "But I did."

His manners. His dignity. His reputation. He forgot them all in the face of handsome, bold, sincere, eager, lonely Apollo Justice.

Kristoph reached out and brushed Apollo's cheek with trembling fingers.

"Justice, I–"

He didn't get to finish what he had been about to say when Apollo threw his arms around his shoulders suddenly and dragged him into a kiss. Kristoph melted. The kiss was just like Apollo– sincere and eager, and lonely and bold, and a bit sloppy– and in this case tasting very much of wine.

Kristoph eagerly returned it.

When it broke, and they stared at one another breathlessly, blue and brown gazes interlocked, Kristoph suspected that he was just as flushed as his protege was.

"Sir, I– sorry– that was–"

Inappropriate. 

Oh well.

Kirstoph cupped his chin. "That was lovely, Justice. I hope that I can take you to dinner again soon. Maybe next time you won't get quite so drunk, and I can invite you back to my home."

Apollo turned absolutely scarlet, and the wattage of his smile could have drowned out the sun. "I'd really love that, sir."

"So would I." He stroked his fingers for a moment through Apollo's hair. "Good night, Mr. Justice. I'll see you in the morning."

Kristoph strolled back to his cab, sure that Apollo Justice was watching him all the way, and he hummed pleasantly under his breath.

Who cared about 'appropriate', anyway?

[jadelynlace]

Ivar & Children Part III ⎮Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU One-Shot [Ivar x F!Reader]

find the series masterpost here.

author’s note: much like what this holiday represents, we’re having the re-birth of Ink Drinker. yes, that sounded much better in my head. 

content warnings: medical jargon, children getting hurt, Ivar and children

word count: 1000+ words

You recognize the address as soon as the report sings from the radio. Despite the nature of the call, you’re worried it’s actually Floki who has injured himself and not his son—and in the confusion the child called for the emergency response. 

When you step into Floki’s home, Hvitserk is right on your six and you’re scanning for evidence of trauma that doesn’t seem to exist. Instead, Helga’s holding their youngest son, Apollo who has just reached his second birthday last week—your mind recalls the quick image of Ivar dancing with him to celebrate before he blows out his birthday candles. Apollo shirt was torn off in a rush and his chest is red—ruby red and you already know.

“I didn’t know he could reach the counter,” Helga nearly cries softly. “Next thing I knew he was wearing my tea,” She adds. “The pediatrician—”

“She told us to take him to the emergency room,” Floki says for her. “I knew this would be faster once I realized who was at work today,” He finishes, winking at you. 

Apollo screams when your chief attempts to take a closer look at the burn.

“Let me try—coordinate with medical control, you know what’s going to happen,” You say.

“When did you become my boss?” He teases.

“When you hired me,” You joke back. “Apollo—it’s me, baby,” You say softly while you pull your mask down. “It’s Miss Y/N,” And the familiar voice calls the boy to calm slightly in your presence. “We’re just going to take a look at you tummy, Mommy and Daddy aren’t going anywhere, alright?”

“Floki, can you pack up some of his things?” Hvitserk asks. “I’ll pull vitals,”

“Do a manual heart rate,” You start, “On his back, there’s no room for it on his chest it’s too burnt—he’s not allergic to anything that you know of, Helga?” You ask and she nods. 

“This is going to give your arm a real tight hug, alright?” Hvitserk says as he attaches the pediatric cuff. “Do you want to try to squeeze my hand just as hard? He then offers, holding up a gloved hand. Apollo reaches out quickly, grabbing the first two fingers and barrels down, despite the soft grip Hvitserk lets out a huff of improvised impression. “You’re a strong little man!”

“Breathing rate is high,” You mumble.

“Mine would be too!” Hvitserk says, “It’s scary when you hurt yourself. We have 110 on 72,”

“Little high, too,” You say. “Can you walk me through what happened, Helga?”

“I had my back turned just to grab the sugar—I didn’t even know he was able to reach that high and I had just taken the kettle off and poured a cup…next thing I knew he started screaming and I—I took his shirt right off,”

“He didn’t lose consciousness?”

“No, he just started screaming,”

“Nothing in his diaper?”

“No, that was the first place I looked too—it just got on his chest and on his one wrist—oh sweetheart I’m so sorry I should have known better—”

“Helga these things happen to all parents, this is how we learn,” Hvitserk says.

“Helga,” You start, “There’s not much we’re going to be able to do from our end. We can give him pain medication but he’s going to have to be air lifted to a burn center,” You say firmly. “Now, they’re going to put him in a burn dressing—for someone his age it’ll likely be a silver sulfadiazine suit or a biobrane dressing. From what I can see, it looks like a partial thickness burn, which is what we would prefer over a full thickness,”

“Phoenix is still in school—how far is the center?” Helga asks.

“A few hours away,” You start. “I’ll call Ivar,”

“Thank you,” She says to you. “I can’t think straight right now,” 

*

When Ivar knocks on the door to the classroom, he’s greeted with the warm smile from Phoenix school teacher.

“His father called you?” Ivar asks.

“He did, Phoenix has not stopped talking about it since we told him,”

“Mr. Ivar!” Phoenix beckons. “It’s Mr. Ivar,” He says proudly to his teacher. Ivar kneels to his height before speaking:

“How about you and I go get something to eat?” Ivar suggests.

“Tacos?” The child requests.

“A man wise beyond his years,” Ivar hums, lifting Phoenix’s backpack onto his shoulder.

*

Ivar waits. In doing so, he watches the child before him inhale one taco after the other. He can hardly see Phoenix chewing. Finally, as his mouth slows, he peeks up at Ivar through eyes that match Floki’s perfectly.

“What did you do today, Mr. Ivar?” “Did you go to work?”

“No, no, I was off today. I talked to Y/N, and I talked to your mommy and daddy about Apollo,”

“Why?” Phoenix asks, Ivar takes in a breath and mentally prepares himself.

“Little brother got hurt, he’s with mommy and daddy at the doctors,”

“I hurted myself on my bike the other day,” 

“Yes, I remember, and what happened?” Ivar asks.

“My knee was all red,”

“Little brother hurt himself with Mama’s tea. Remember how mama likes her tea each morning? And how Mr. Ivar drinks his coffee, and so does Y/N?”

“Daddy says Miss Y/N drinks coffee like it’s ‘going out of style’,” Phoenix replies, air quotes and all—it makes Ivar snort.

“Yes, well Apollo got the hot tea on himself, and on his chest. Do you know where your chest is?"

“Right here!”Phoenix replies. “And, here is my heart—mama says that’s where kindness comes from,”

“Mama’s right,” Ivar starts. “Now, do you remember when Mr. Ivar was at the doctor’s office after he hurt his legs?”

“Daddy said not to touch them,”

“That’s what it’s going to be like for Apollo—we have to make sure we don’t touch where he hurt himself because it’s going to be sore—just like your knee when you fell off your bike. Now, I was thinking maybe we could draw a picture for little brother, so he can feel better when he’s home?”

“Mr. Ivar?”

“Yes, little man?”

“Is Apollo going to be alright?”

“He’s going to be just fine—Miss Y/N and Mr. Hvitty made sure of it,”

“He got to go in the am-bu-wance?” Phoenix gasps. “I went in one when we saw them at the school!” 

“He did,” Ivar replies, leaving out the part where he was also air lifted in the helicopter, because he knows that Phoenix will be asking you for that for the next year once he finds out. 

As Phoenix makes sure to leave no crumb behind, Ivar peaks down at his phone to see your message:

All set at the hospital, see you tonight xo

“Ready for the art store?” Ivar asks.

“Can we get a taco to go, for later?” Phoenix asks.

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[brodorokihousuke]

Oooo the idea of Apollo coldly planning and even framing someone for Athena’s murder is great actually.

Like imagine that he purposely tries to frame someone that Wright isn’t likely to take the case of, but of course Wright does so anyways.

Imagine if someone ends up making the connection to *Kristoph* of all people, imagine Phoenix going to talk to him about it, imagine that conversation 😭

Oh, yeah, like it's a genuinely not-great person who already has some degree of rap sheet... though I don't have a hard time seeing Phoenix taking someone like that 😅man has a sixth sense for innocence ongod

Apollo knows that. But he still tries anyways, crosses his fingers... and has to hold back a torrent of anger and terror when his boss mentions picking up the case.

Phoenix Wright never loses his trials, never lets a single detail escape. The truth will come out... or maybe, just maybe, all Apollo's planning would destroy that reputation once more. It made him feel bad. of course, but it was Wright's fault for taking the case.

Perhaps it's the elaborate, well-planned setup to the murder that makes others bring up the topic of Krisoph. Of course, the man is still in jail, his execution date approaching. But asking him for advice, that was doable. While the situation is being described to him, Kristoph smirks, just slightly. Something gave it away, some little detail reminded him distinctly of his mentee.

But the question was... did he bring his observation up? Or did he let the chaos of the world outside roar on?