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[turnaboutimagines]

Aaa Hello! -w-/ I'm new to the blog, and I fell in love with your writing!! May I ask headcanons of what Simon, Athena and Juniper would do with their S/Os in rainy days?

Hello!  ヾ(^u^)  Welcome and thank you v much for the kind words!!!  This was such a cute request and thank you for request Juniper!  First time writing for her and she’s an absolute sweetheart. 💚

Simon Blackquill.

He thoroughly enjoys curling up with you and a good book with Taka perched nearby on his day off as the rain patters pleasantly on the roof overhead.  It’s cozy and safe.

If you ask nicely, he will read for you aloud, but only after thoroughly teasing you first (”Hmph.  Can’t read on your own?”).  You’re likely going to be learning a lot about traditional Japanese history and folklore or swords since he really enjoys studying them in his free time.

However, he won’t tease you as much if you were together before the UR-1 incident, he used to read.  It’s rather nostalgic for him

If you also enjoy the Steel Samurai franchise, he’d be willing to marathon it with you!  He is absolutely going to make commentary about what the show does and doesn’t get right about samurais and history.

On days when he still has a lot of work to do, he’s probably going to try and hide out at his desk combing through the evidence and case files.

Enjoys it if you just sit nearby and do your own thing, there’s something very intimate about it for him.

If the two of you go out, Simon will hold the umbrella for you and he may huff a bit and tease you if you place your hand over his to “help” but there’s a subtle smile on his face.

Athena Cykes.

It may be raining outside, but her attitude is just as sunny as always!  Rain or shine, Athena is going to make sure you have plenty to do and have a mostly active rain day.

She’d be delighted if you join her for her exercise routines, either working out yourself or just keeping her company as she goes.  You’re going to be dragged in for at least some stretches or yoga poses.

Games with PvP modes like Mario Kart and Smash Bros. and board/card games are going to get busted out.  Along with some board games, too!

Loves making pillow/blanket forts with you.  Usually, they result in getting into pillow fights before taking a nice, long nap.

Speaking of naps, they’re going to be a rainy afternoon staple for you.  There’s something about the soothing sound of rain.

It’s not entirely uncommon for the two of you to fall into Youtube rabbit holes, watching absolutely bizarre content by the time you decide to get off the app.  It’s… research, right?  It counts as research.

If the two of you go out, she’s absolutely going to get sidetracked by jumping into puddles and may get lost seek them out if you don’t keep a close eye on her.  It’s a very small, simple thing yet it makes her eyes light up and brings out her inner child.

Juniper Woods.

Knitting is her go-to rainy day activity and she’d love it if you. Juniper loves to knit and she loves spending time with you.  It’s an ideal combination.

If you’re a knitter (be it a self-taught novice or a Pro), the two of you will maybe put on an audiobook or a podcast you enjoy and knit for a spell.  Other times you’ll talk about anything and everything as you keep count of your stitches.

If you don’t know how to knit and would like to learn, she’ll spend these days teaching you and helping you work on your early projects.

Otherwise, she doesn’t mind it one bit if you do your own thing as you sit together and enjoy the comfy atmosphere together.

If you’d be willing to help her do her gardening for the day, she’d be most grateful!  It can be a bit more of a handful for her on rainy days and sometimes she almost slips in the mud.

Baking or cooking together is another thing that she absolutely adores on rainy days.  Things are liable to turn more playful than usual and you can start things like flour fights more easily than usual.  It may be gloomy outside, but the kitchen is filled with laughter and delicious smells.

If you enjoy documentaries (especially legal ones) or romantic flicks, she’d love to have a movie night with you!  There’s a lot of movies she hasn’t been able to see, so she has a good time watching them, cuddled up with you and enjoying a nice cup of tea.

If the two of you go out, she’d like to hold onto your arm underneath the umbrella, using it as an excuse to be affectionate and close with you.

[aceattorney-imagines]

Some hcs for Simon taking care of his sick s/o? Thank you and welcome!!

- Simon gets insanely worried about you even though sometimes his facial expressions seem to show otherwise.

- He would get the best medicine possible and tend to you at all times until you get better.

- He would also cook soups and even feed it to you even if you argue about being able to eat yourself.

[turnaboutimagines]

ahhh hallo!! It’s 🌺 anon! I hope i’m not overloading you when requests have only just opened them again but if it’s okay for me to request something then could I maybe request scenarios for Miles and Simon where reader catches them talking softly to their pets? I’m weak for the one shot you wrote with Miles teaching Pess to object ahhhhh the way he talks to him is so cute but also so in character

!!!  🌺 anon, no worries!  When requests are open you are hardly overloading me.  And I’m more than happy to write something for you, thank you for all the fun messages you’ve sent me, too, I’ve appreciated each of them.  💚 Miles is so soft for his dog……. I actually contemplated making that one a reader insert by having him get caught just like this, but I decided to not to for that piece since I was happy with how it turned out (so you can imagine how happy I was to see this request, haha).  We’re on the same wavelength, you and I!Simon’s under the cut.  ^^

Miles Edgeworth.

The gentle thrum of rain pattering on the roof fills your ears as you return with an elegant cup of tea warming each of your hands.  Comforting.  However, none of it as soothing as the voice coming from the living room.  

You pause in the archway, smiling at the sight of Miles seated on the loveseat with Pess seated in his lap, scratching him behind the ears as he talks to his beloved pet in a low, serious tone of voice.  The usual sharpness of his glare was absent, a gentle smile taking its place.

“—you’re the most adorable creature I have ever seen.  You are absolute perfection.”

You try and bit down on your bottom lip to prevent yourself from ruining such an adorable scene, but you can’t help yourself.  Teasing him is too easy and he’s the most adorable creature you’ve ever seen when he blushes.

“Even more adorable than me?” you ask, voice pitched with mock hurt as you cross the room.

Miles jumps, clearly having lost track of time doting on his dog while you were so kindly preparing the tea.  The blush that blooms across his face would make even the burgundy turtleneck he was wearing envious.  He splutters, words not coming to him like they do when he’s in court.  Not only had he been caught talking to his dog, but you were teasing him, too, and with an impossible question no less.  He was thoroughly out of his element and it made him all the cuter.

You let out a light laugh as you sit down beside him and pat Pess on the head, not taking your eyes off of his owner all the while.  “I’m just kidding, Miles.”

“Urk, o-of course…  Thank you for the tea.”  The tension seems to ebb from his shoulders as he gingerly takes his cup of tea from you, giving it a tentative sip as your smile twists into a Cheshire grin.

“Pess is cuter… but you’re the cutest.  Talking to your dog like that when I didn’t think it was possible for you to become any cuter…”

He chokes on his drink and you let out a triumphant laugh before cuddling up to his side and giving him a quick peck on the cheek as an apology.

Simon Blackquill.

Simon’s normally better about sensing your presence, the door to his office is cracked open (just enough to peer in, but not enough to slip inside).  However, his customary ‘Come in’ does not ring out, instead you can hear him talking.  Most likely a phone call, you decide.  It’s when you raise your hand to rap your knuckles against the door that you pick up on what he’s saying and begin to eavesdrop for just a little bit to see if you should come back later.

“—bloody excellent job in court today.  Did you see that bumbling oaf’s face when you descended upon him? Priceless.“  He chuckles, but a thoughtful pause follows as his voice grows faint, fondness blurring the usual edges.  “But not as priceless as you, of course.  I don’t know where I’d be without you…”

That’s definitely not a phone call.  Your heart skips a beat in your chest as you push the door open.  Sure enough, there’s a brief moment where you catch him in the act of scratching Taka under his beak.

Simon is quick to spin toward you in his chair (his hawk startling slightly at the sudden movement), expression softening into a genuine smile as he sees you before quickly turning as sharp as some of the blades displayed on the wall—cheeks reddening ever so slightly.

“Ah, eavesdropping were we?”

Your smile must have given you away, but you shrug in response.  “…Perhaps I did, but perhaps I’m just happy to see you.  Have you ever thought of that?”

“How coy,” he says, colorlessly. “You know, eavesdropping is a dangerous habit to have.  One of the lads a few cells down from me told me that he eavesdropped on his business partner and heard that he was extorting money…  I’m sure you can imagine what happened next for him to end up in the same part of the clank as me.”

“How riveting,” you fire back, crossing the room as you finally have the high ground in teasing him.  “But… this time I overheard my boyfriend being an absolute softie for his birdie.  Hardly grounds for inspiring murder…outside of maybe killing you with kisses, anyways.”

He glares at you, but the blotches of red breaking out across his face betray his feelings.  “Hmph.  I’d like to see you try.”

“Oh, gladly.”

[turnaboutimagines]

I love your writing! Pre UR-1 Athena letting it slip how happy the heart of Simon's crush is whenever they're around him (Reader asked Athena to keep it secret). The same happens again post incarceration.

Thank you!  ;w;  I tweaked this a little bit in terms of Athena’s intentionality in the second part, but I hope you enjoy it, regardless.

You’re very aware of the fact that you’re not alone in the little robotics lab the moment you enter.  Athena’s giggles as she plays with Ponco make that very clear, but your full attention immediately focuses on Simon.  He's standing in front of the sword displays (he was almost certainly admiring them earlier), he gives you a nod in greeting, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you for coming.  My apologies for making you come all the way up here yet again.  I hope it wasn’t too much of a hassle, with security and all.”

The sight of his smile is enough to make your heart skip a couple of beats.

“It’s not a problem!  I’m always happy to join you for one of your lessons, even with short notice.”  Getting to learn from Metis is always a treat, but you also just enjoy spending time with him.  Especially because—

“You’re always happy to see Simon’s smile, too!” Athena chimes in, flashing you a brilliant grin as she says what your heart was screaming out.

However, you don’t return it with a grin of your own.  Instead, you stare at her in a panic, face on fire and heart hammering with alarm at the realization that she just said something you made her promise not to say in front of him.  You can’t look at Simon right then, you don’t want to know how he’s handling hearing that.  

Of course, Athena immediately seems to deflate as your expression jogs her memory, she pouts and her blue eyes begin to tear up from her guilt.

“…I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t supposed to say that… even if Simon’s heart says the same thing about you.”

(Wait.  What!?)

You hear him splutter and whip your head around to finally steal a look at him.  There’s a light color to his cheeks as he delivers a rather steely stare to Athena, unwilling to look at you.  Does this mean that he feels the same way about you?

Athena’s hands clap over her mouth, muffling her next words, “Oh—!  Sorry!  I-I wasn’t supposed to say that either...!”

The doors open once again and Metis enters, looking between the three of you with a raised brow.  Quickly, you and Simon turn your attention onto her, grateful for the distraction, but you can’t help but feel a bit bad for hurting Athena’s feelings.  She was just trying to help, after all.

The two of you will have to talk about that later.

A couple of months have passed since Simon’s finally found his freedom, but not his way back to you.  Or you to him, for that matter.  You’ve been keeping your distance, uncertain about where the two of you stood.

Even after all these years, you still care about him.  Even after he left letter after letter you sent him unanswered... with all of the distance that grew between the two of you... you can’t forget about him or the relationship you shared. 

It was easier to rationalize the distance while he was in prison, knowing Simon there were so many reasons that he’d avoid you.  None of them made it hurt any less, of course, but they at least gave you some comfort in knowing he had a reason that wasn’t simply he didn’t love you anymore.  

However, now that he’s out of prison, you’re struggling.  It feels like there are too many walls between the two of you, now.  Just that they’re not physical ones, anymore.  And it’s worse.  Because maybe he doesn’t love you anymore.  It’s been so long... it seems like a distinct possibility.

Perhaps you’re just clinging to the phantom of a relationship that no longer exists.

You stare into the cup of instant coffee Athena had so kindly prepared for you, the silent atmosphere between you and Simon tense enough to cut with a blade.  A lull in the conversation as Athena tries to find something else to talk about with the two of you, her eyes dart between where you are next to her and Simon on the couch across the way—the bright red jacket thrown over the back behind him.

No matter how hard she’s tried to get you two to say the words for yourselves, you won’t.  You’re both too stubborn and care too much about the other to dredge up what you believe the other has left behind.  Literal months have passed and you’re both still hurting when you don’t have to—when you can be together again.

“This is SO ridiculous!” Widget says, flashing red as it breaks the silence.

Both you and Simon look to her and the way he narrows his eyes is enough to set her into action before he can cut her off with one of his ‘hmphs.’

She lunches forward, slamming her hands down on the coffee table, finally having enough of watching the two of you hurt yourselves with misunderstanding after misunderstanding.  “Simon, can’t you see?!  Their heart’s crying out their love for you!  They don’t know if you feel the same way because you won’t tell them and you keep acting all tough and aloof!  They miss you...!”

Your face is aflame as you finally lean forward and place a hand on her shoulder, not wanting her to say anything further.  “Athena, please—”

“—No!  I know I said I’d keep this quiet, but I can’t watch the two of you hurt in silence like this any longer.  He wants to apologize for everything he feels like he put you through, he feels guilty but happy... happy whenever you’re around!  Just like you feel with him.  And it’s exactly like you always used to be!”

You feel lightheaded as you pull your hand away from her and force yourself to look at him... only to find that he’s already looking at you at that time.  From under the bird’s nest he calls ‘bangs,’ you can see his eyes are wide with surprise and his cheeks are flushed pink under the dark stains on his cheeks.

The silence between you is no longer stifling in its discomfort, instead, there’s an energy there surging through the air.  Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage as you set down the cup of coffee with your trembling hand, unable to take your eyes off of him.  As if he’d vanish the moment you did...

Athena stands up and places her hands on her waist, feeling a bit bad about blurting out your secrets like that, but trusting that it would be for the best.  “I’m... gonna let the two of you talk.”

The moment the door closes behind her, Simon gets up and crosses over to sit next to you on your sofa.  There’s so much you each want to say, but instead, he brings a hand up to the side of your face, thumb tenderly caressing your cheek before he closes the distance to press his lips against yours.  A shudder runs down your spine as you eagerly return it.  

Tears sting behind your eyelids as your hands come up to cup each side of his face, thumbs quickly wiping away the drops that were already starting to stream down his face—not allowing them to darken the stains there.

The two of you will have to talk about everything shortly.

[turnaboutimagines]

Greetings fellow human! May I request a scenario where reader and Simon Blackquill (who are in a relationship together) are playfighting/playwrestling and they accidentally kiss or something like that? It can be fluffy or hint at something NSFW? -Danish Anon

The perfect opportunity finally presents itself: an opening.  Simon’s just finished polishing one of his swords, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed, seemingly lost in thought.  His back is facing you, leaving him wide open.  You slowly crawl across the bed, mindful of where the mattress dips underneath you, not wanting to tip him off with such a careless thing.

Grinning, you shift your weight forward and prepare yourself to—

“Hmph.  And what do you think you’re doing?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.  “Or should I say ‘you’ve been doing’?”

So, he’s noticed your little game, hm?  You cross your arms over your chest as you pout at him.  “I’ve been trying to see if I could sneak up on you…”

“Hah, fat chance of that!  You have all the subtlety of a bull in a China shop, love.”

You gasp in mock offense, resting a hand over your chest.  “For your information, I can be very sneaky.  Thank you very much!”

“Sneaky, you say?” he asks, turning more fully to look back at you with that, a spark of mischief in his eyes.  “I’ll demonstrate for you what ‘sneaky’ actually looks like.”

The only warning you get is seeing his muscles tense for a moment before he pounces on top of you, pushing you back against the mattress.  Before you can so much as blink, his fingers are under your shirt and tickling your sides.  You squirm underneath him, bursting out into uncontrollable laughter as you try and escape from his nimble fingers.  You try and push his face to turn away from you, shoving up against his chest to try and get him to move away, and even using your knees to try and create some distance between your bodies…but all to no avail under his steely determination.  He keeps tickling you and tears of laughter begin to stream down your cheeks.

“S-SIMON!”  You manage to get out in-between your giggles.  “ST-STOP, PLEASE!”

“Of course,” he says and pauses his tickle assault, giving you a brief moment of hope as he lowers his face close to yours with a sadistic smile, “but only if you admit your defeat with honor.”

“…N-Never!”

“Ah, a pity—”

You can feel his fingers twitch, but before he can move them you lean up and capture his lips with your own.  There’s a satisfying moment where he doesn’t immediately kiss back, taken off guard.  But when he does return it, it’s a clumsier kiss than usual, you’re smiling like an idiot into it (still reeling from the tickles) and he can’t help but do the same.

Keeping it short and sweet, you pull away and smile up at him triumphantly, to which he only rolls his eyes.  “Tsk, perhaps I underestimated you.  However…”

“However, what?”

“You used it to commit an act of theft, a petty crime and against a prosecutor no less.”  He leans down closer, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Which means… I’ll just have to prosecute you.”

Even though your limbs feel like jelly, you gather all your strength to flip your positions, although judging by the smirk on his face—he clearly saw this one coming.  Straddling his hips, you smile down at him, rather enjoying this change in position and control.  He seems to as well, you can feel him shudder with anticipation under you and the subtle blush that colors his cheeks is quite telling.

“Well, before you prosecute me, I’d like to commit some more acts for you to…investigate.”

You cut off what was, undeniably, going to be some sort of witty legal-based retort by grabbing him by the lapels of his coat and pulling him up to kiss him once again.  

There’s no clumsiness this time as your lips claim his in a series of heated, open-mouthed kisses as both of your hands began to wander… stealing so much more than just a simple little peck.

[turnaboutimagines]

May I have a Simon Blackquill declaring to a fem!Detective while they were eorking toghether on a case? Thank you very much ❤️❤️❤️ I love your blog!!

Hell yea you can, pal!  Thank you!!!  Did something a bit different for this one.  :-)feat. Detective!Reader and Pre UR-1!Simon.  Still playing around with that characterization for him, so I wanted some practice!

You nudged the door to his office open, stepping inside with your armful of goodies, a cup of coffee for him (with just a dash of cream and sugar) and a cup with your beverage of choice as well, along with some doughnuts that you think he might like.  

Still, you were just thankful to be out of the storm that was raging outside.  If you hadn’t been planning on pulling a long night (and spending it with him) perhaps you wouldn’t have bothered.

Simon was bent over his desk, rubbing his chin as he seemed to be having a stare down of sorts with the crime scene photos.  There was still something critical missing from your case and he suspected it had something to do with the unusual blood splatters.  You had everything, of course, but it was just a matter of connecting the dots at that point.

“You know, glaring at the crime scene photos isn’t going to scare any new information out of them…”

“Hmph.  It can’t hurt to try, but good evening to you, too,” he said, not even bothering to look up at you.  A rarity for him, he must’ve been seriously engrossed.

You rolled your eyes and set the coffee cup down beside him before you took your seat at the opposite side of his desk and placed the doughnuts squarely between the two of you.  He broke his focus to pick up the cup and spare a glance at the doughnuts.  Success!  

“Ah, thank you.” He gave you a small polite nod before he took a sip, a ghost of a smile formed on his lips as he finally looked toward you. “Hmph, it seems as if you know me too well.”

You flashed him a cheeky smile, unable to resist the opportunity to flirt.  “Oh?  I’d say that I don’t know you well enough, Prosecutor Blackquill.  I just have your order down pat by now… but I’d certainly like to get to know you better.”

Knowing his order came with the territory of being his usual detective partner, of course.  You were almost always assigned to his cases nowadays after he’d requested you enough.

Thunder echoed in the distance, boisterous and unrestrained, in direct contrast with the look of delicate regard that he gave you.  You’d noticed him give you that look on a semi-regular basis lately, as if there was something weighing heavily on his mind.

“Is that so?”  A subtle smirk broke out across his usually reserved countenance.  “Well, once this case is closed, perhaps you and could perhaps… go out to get some dinner at the Whet Soba?”

You blinked a few times, not entirely comprehending what he just asked you.

“…As a date,” he clarified, eyes not quite meeting yours.  “In case I haven’t made it obvious, I... fancy you.”

“W-Wait, what…!  Really?!” you asked, face flushing with warmth as you sat up straighter in your seat… maybe a bit too enthusiastic, judging by the grin you felt spread across your lips.

“Heh, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t mean it, Detective.”

“Then, yes!  I’d love to, because... I like you, too.”  A pause before you moved to roll up your sleeves, ready to get to work to make that date come all the sooner.  “Let’s get right to it!”

“…You know that this bloody case is going to be closed after the trial, right?”  His eyes were crinkled as he spoke, amused by your sudden fervor.

You pouted a bit at the reminder and slumped back in your chair, rubbing the back of your neck apprehensively.  “Oh, yeah, of course… but still!”

Simon let out a light rumble of a chuckle before he handed you the case file.  “Well, with that attitude… how about you start by reviewing the autopsy report as I continue to analyze these photos.”

“Back to business already, eh?”  With a disappointed sigh you took it from him and got back to work as the storm continued to rage outside.  Yet you couldn’t quite wipe the smile off your face as you did so… and neither could he.

Definitely the most best coffee and doughnuts you’d ever bought in your life, that’s for sure.

[turnaboutimagines]

ok i know i only usually send in a few at a time but i am just LOVING the idea of simon with 185. “I don’t want to hurt you.” - “I’d like to see you try.” tbh?? like he's teaching reader how to swordfight and they're just Really Inexperienced? hattie pleas i beg of u gimme the Good Shit -❤

Ah, swordplay fic with Simon… that’s good stuff, alright, pal!  Leaned into the localization’s characterization here.  Reader makes a bad pun in this one, I could not help myself.  Prompt is from this list!

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about having Simon teach you swordplay.  As much as you want to be able to share his hobby, along with starting to exercise with him… this is pretty intimidating.

The polished wooden katana in your hands feels pleasantly cool against your sweaty palms as you adjust your grip.  A small comfort.  The past couple of sessions had been spent with him teaching you the basic components and stances of swordplay.  All leading up to today, when the two of you are going to cross blades for the first time.

You look down at the pale wood of the blade, admiring the craftsmanship for a few moments before looking up to him.  “…So, we’re actually going to be using these wooden swords for this, huh?  They’re kinda heavy…”

“Bokken.”

“What?”

“These types of practice swords are called ‘Bokken’,” he reminds you, mild exasperation giving way to a teasing lilt in his voice.  “Have some class.”

“Well, somebody’s being a bit of a stickler for the details.”

“Hmph.  These are not sticks, that’s like comparing a forged blade to an ingot of steel.”  The sour look on his face is absolutely priceless and you can’t help but grin, feeling proud of yourself for getting under his skin for once.  It’s a definite confidence booster, that’s for sure.

“Oh, come on, you have to admit that was a clever pun!”

“The only thing I’m going to admit is that you’re doing a rather poor job stalling for time.  Enough jabbering.”  He raises his Bokken into position to punctuate his order, quickly wiping the grin off your face.

And you’ve been read like a book, as always.

You respond by raising your sword, newfound confidence waning.  “I just… don’t want to hurt you.”

Something about what you just said must’ve been awfully funny, because he lets out a snort.  “Heh, I’d like to see you try.  Besides, that’s what practice swords are for, my dear…”  (Aw, that was almost swee—) “…little novice.”

(Bastard.)

Before you could come up with a witty retort, he lunges forward, blade ready to strike.  You’re able to defend yourself successfully at the last moment, blocking his hit as you take an instinctive step back.  The dance of clashing wooden blades begins, him pressing ever forward and you sidestepping and moving backwards.

Any complacency he’d subtly instilled in you before beginning the swordplay is quickly swept out from under you—it’s a struggle.  But you’re learning faster than you expected, able to implement the movements he’d taught you from your lessons into this sparring match.  Still, it’s no contest, given his years of experience and ironclad focus.

Your nerves similarly evaporate as the two of you spar.  It’s actually… a lot of fun.  Even though you catch him intentionally trying to throw you off balance with the occasional jape or flirtation, he never takes the chance to land cheap blows on you.  He just seems to enjoy making you squirm while you’re too focused to quip back at him.  Plus, it isn’t like he exactly needs to resort to cheap tricks when he’s landing blows on you with incredibly ease due to your inexperience.

Still, every hit he lands on you is precise and controlled, simple light taps.

You aren’t sure how long the match lasts for, all you know is that you’re having a great time… even if he is absolutely wiping the floor with you.  However, it comes to an end when you manage to finally out maneuver him, using his expectations of you against him.  In a clever move, you act like you’re going to feint using the method he’d taught you, only to carry through with the blow at the last possible moment.

The wood of the sword connects to his shoulder with an audible smack.

There’s a moment of frozen silence as you both process what just happened.  His eyes are wide with surprise that you’d actually managed to hoodwink him, but you’re more concerned about the fact that you’d actually hit him.  With force.

Dropping your training sword to the ground, you quickly rush over to him.  “I-I’m sorry!” 

He lets out a laugh, eyes crinkling in one of his rare smiles—anything but angry or stern—as he drapes one arm around your waist and pulls you close.  “Tsk.  Not bad.  Perhaps you do have a glimmer of potential after all…”

“Really?”

“Just not class,” he says with an insufferably smug smirk and raised chin.

“H-Hey!  That’s still rude.”  For good measure, you give him a playful smack on the chest and earn a low, rumbling chuckle from him.

“…Need I remind you that you’re the one who oh-so-rudely wounded me?  Seems to me a case of the pot calling the kettle black.”  A pause before a devilish smirk breaks out across his face as suggestion creeps into his voice.  “But I suppose that you can at least apologize for your transgression by kissing it better.”

“You are absolutely unbelievable,” you say with a blush as you avert your gaze, his teasing having precisely the effect he intended.

“Ha!  Pot meet kettle.”

Unable to stand that pleased look of his any longer, you take his cheeks in your hands and draw him close to kiss it off of his stupid face.  He immediately returns the kiss and tightens his grip around your waist to pull you closer… but simultaneously crouches down, bringing you along with him.  You’re momentarily confused until you hear his Bokken carefully hit the mat on the ground.  You can’t help but smile into it as you realize what just happened.

His newly freed hand grasps the back of your neck, erasing your own smile as he deepens the kiss.

Absolutely unbelievable, indeed…

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(rubs my little gremlin hands together) hi im feelin up to some Pain rn, could i get some simon with 16. “Control your anger or you’ll have *me* to worry about.” ?? tension is Good Shit and i think it'd fit w him pretty well skdjf -❤

Had a hard time deciding on a situation for this one!  Wanted to do more of a protective Simon thing with this prompt (which is Anger 16 from this list!).  ^^  Hope you enjoy it, pal.Feat. Server!Reader who works at the Whet Soba.

You’re glad to see that your boyfriend’s peacefully enjoying some soba as he waits for you to finish your shift.  Work hadn’t kept him as long as usual, which means that you’ll be able to enjoy some quality time with him for once.

But you’re quickly brought back down to reality as you carry another customer’s meal over to them, dread pooling in your stomach because you know this type of customer.  He’d been rude to you the entire time and you’d heard him making a fuss over how long it was taking.

You force your best service smile as you come to a stop at his table, moving to take the plate from your tray to put it on his table.  However, he’s too impatient for that, apparently.  He leans up to grab the bowl—the one filled with a steaming hot bowl of fresh soba, no less.

“S-Sir—!”

That’s all you’re able to get out before the idiot grabs it and moves to set it down on his table.  He lets out an undignified yelp when he realizes it’s hot a bit too late, immediately dropping it.  Due to the angle, it careens downwards, splattering across the booth and over his slacks with noodles and broth.  He howls as he hops up onto his feet, shaking off the hot liquid before he turns his ire to you.

“Look at what you did, you idiot!” he shouts at you, face going red.  “I have somewhere to be and now my clothes are ruined, all thanks to you!  You better—”

“—Silence!”  The word is punctuated by the napkins on the table being sliced in half by iaijutsu.  You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, thankful to hear Simon’s voice suddenly coming from right beside you.  In the blink of an eye, he grabs your wrist and pulls you away from the stranger, tucking you safely behind him.  The protective gesture is enough to make your face flush with heat and bring a small smile to your face.

From where you are, you can hear the man splutter with indignation as he goes to speak, clearly still out for your blood, but your partner’s having none of his jabbering.

“Control your anger, you half-wit,” he says, cutting him off as he tilts his head to one side—allowing you to catch a glimpse of the downright dangerous glint to his eyes.  “Or you’ll have me to worry about.”

“Oh, is that so?  And what exactly is a punk like you gonna do?”

Punk, really?  You fight the urge to scoff outright at the suggestion, but this isn’t really the time for it.  Instead, you curl your fingers into the fabric of his coat as you peer around him, wanting to watch this first hand.

“Hmph, it’s simple.  Your hideous suit was ruined by your own exceptional imprudence by trying to grab a hot bowl of soba, not by any fault of your server.  I saw the events that transpired with my very own eyes, which means,” he leans down and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice, “that you have no leg to stand on by airing your empty complaints to management.  Ergo, I will make sure your lies are exposed and that you stand to gain nothing from them.”

You can practically see the light die out from the man’s eyes as he wilts away from the tall prosecutor, clearly terrified out of his mind.

Simon stands up straight once again and crosses his arms over his chest as he delivers the final blow, “Own up to your mistakes like a man and go... before I decide that further punishment is in order.”

The twisted smile that spreads across his face at his little ‘joke’ is enough to strike fear into the old man and he quickly skitters away and out of the restaurant.  Taking what little hope you had of a tip with him...

“…Hmph.  Yet another ill-mannered dotard.”  He mutters under his breath before turning around to face you, a concerned scowl tugging down on his lips.  “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine, thank you...”

He glances you over to confirm it and you can see his shoulders relax as he offers you a softer smile, the kind only you were privy to.  “Good.  If there’s any more trouble, you know where to find me.”

You have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not going to let you out of his sight for the remainder of your shift.  But you give him a small nod in response and watch him slink back on over to his seat to finish off his dinner.

As you clean up the mess your unruly customer caused, you brainstorm ideas for how you were going to properly thank him later that evening for coming to your rescue...  More than a few ideas came to mind and you can’t help but bite down on your lip with anticipation.

The end of your shift certainly couldn’t come soon enough.

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Can I get a Simon Blackquill imagine from the prompt list? "Are you trying is seduce me?Also female pronouns please.

This is just where my mind went for this prompt (which is 51 from this list!) and Simon adslfjasdflk.  All in the name of psychological manipulation.  This is really stupid, but I hope the Bonus at the end makes up for it lmao.Features Fem!Defense Attorney!Reader.  Pronouns came up in this dialogue, so I went with the pronouns requested.  ^^

When you heard that Prosecutor Blackquill was on the case, you knew you were in for a world of trouble in facing him for the first time.  The last thing you anticipated was for the Twisted Samurai to fire off innuendo in your direction, but perhaps that was the point.  It certainly knocked you off balance, that was for sure.

“Your Baldness, it seems as if the Defense still has much to learn about jurisdiction... of which I’d be more than happy to educate her on, to make her understanding as fine as herself.”  He leaned against the prosecutor’s bench at that and made direct eye contact with you, looking way too smug for his own good.  “...Although that authority is limited to the boundaries of my place, so a change of location would be required.”

That was the fifth time in the past hour that he’d flirted with you and the judge had yet to call him out on his poor decorum.  So, it seemed you'd to take the matter into your own hands... at the cost of bringing your argument on jurisdiction to a grinding halt.  But it’d be worth it since it was becoming a serious distraction...

“Prosecutor Blackquill… are you trying to seduce me?”

“Depends.”  He said, turning his back toward you before sparing you a glance over his shoulder, one of Taka’s feathers jutting out between his insufferable smirk.  “Are you seducible?”

“What kind of question even is that?!”  You slammed your hands down on the bench in front of you for emphasis.  “O-Of course not!!!”

“Hmph.”  He turned his face away, but you could still hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.  “Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

The implications of that line make your face heat up, both from indignation and embarrassment as the gallery whispered louder than usual…  You really walked right into that trap, huh?  But thankfully, the judge finally bangs his gavel down.

“Order!  Order!  Prosecutor Blackquill, I fail to see what relevance this line of questioning has for the case at hand.”

“...Your Baldness, don’t let the Defense fool you, this tangent is entirely her own doing.  She’s the one who made an inquiry on the subject of seduction, after all.”  He turns around to face the court properly again then, but there’s a glint in his steely eyes.  “But while we’re on this subject, I actually do have a question for you.  One that only you can answer.”

The judge blinked in surprise before perking up at the massaging of his ego.  “You do?  Well, I suppose answering one question couldn’t hurt...”

“Indeed, I do, a most important one at that.”  He tapped at his temple.  “Is the Defense not objectively fine?  In which case, this tangent is not necessarily an attempt at seduction, but rather stating the obvious for the court record.”

The judge paled at the question, you all knew well that his wife was in the gallery that day to observe the trial (he’d told you as much in his opening statements).  “Erm, I suppose, well, um, I wouldn’t...  I mean...”  He cleared his throat.  “Th-The only woman I find to be fine is my wife.”

Simon laughed at the judge’s meandering response as he smacked the prosecutor’s bench in his delight.  He was way too happy about ensnaring the judge into his little game...  Yet your cheeks still felt as if they were on fire.

Damn this man... he had this court wrapped around his finger.  You doubted the judge’s wife was going to be very impressed by his performance...

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Bonus:

You stormed toward the Prosecutor’s lobby he was in, not agitated by your loss (as your client was guilty), but rather frustrated at Simon’s japes.  In more ways than one.

You knocked on the door and it opened in only a matter of moments, as if he’d been expecting you.  This bastard...! 

Before he could open that stupid bloody mouth of his to greet you, you grabbed onto the knot of his black tie and pulled him down to your level.  Your noses brushed against each other as you gave him a chance to reject your advances.  He only smirked in response, an amused gleam in his eyes, as he remained perfectly still.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“That depends,” you said and leaned forward a touch, just enough so your lips were just barely brushing.  “Are you seducible?”

“Hmph.  Well, there’s only one way to find out now, isn’t there?”

You took the bait and hungrily pressed your lips against his without any further hesitation.  You could feel him smirk into the kiss before he began to move his lips against your own and pulled you back into the lobby and allowing the doors to bang shut behind you.

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So what do you think Simon's like when he's in a relationship pre/post 7 year incarceration?

Simon isn’t my strongest characterization, as you know firsthand lmao, but I know he’s your fav so I tried my best, pal!!!  Hope you enjoy. 

Pre-incarceration!Simon.

Prosecutor Blackquill is known for being reserved, but you get to see a different side of him.  He’s a big fan of banter, quick paced and witty.

He loves getting you flustered, but he’s careful to avoid going too far since the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

He’s not one to lie to you, he’s a direct man through and through.  Yet he’s able to soften his blows, another way he’s mindful of your feelings.

It’s very obvious when he likes someone, both to others and himself.  He’s more talkative and expressive, his eyes quite literally light up when you enter the room and he’s got a bad staring habit.  

He likes to just observe you, dedicating your quirks and expressions to memory.  But he’s surprisingly good at always looking away before you can catch him in the act.

There are no frills when he asks you out for the first time, it’s simple and to the point—a dinner date followed by an activity that you off-handedly mentioned you wanted to try or a movie you wanted to watch.

He’s always about the little details with you, he dedicates so much to memory.

Loves sharing his interests with you!  Date nights to the Whet Soba or to go to a Rakugo show make him incredibly happy.  He’s very enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with you and nothing makes his heart beat faster in his chest than seeing you enjoy his interests, too!

If you express an interest in learning swordplay, he’ll be more than happy to teach you!  It gives you

He’s subtle about any signs of affection in public, placing a hand on the middle of your back or on your shoulder.  He’s gentlemanly, doing things such as walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the street.

Simon’s kisses are either chaste or intense, there is no middle ground with him. 

His more teasing side tends to come out in the bedroom, with wandering hands and playful banter—he knows how to get you to make the noises he wants to hear and the expressions he wants to see.

Your relationship ends for him the moment he decides to protect Athena by taking the fall himself.  He becomes cold, distant.  He ignores any and all attempts you make to reach out to him, be it letters or his monthly visitations or phone calls.

The red thread that connects the two of you feels as if it has been completely severed… it’s kinder than you loving a dead man walking.  Even if it twists the blade all the deeper into his heart.

Post-incarceration!Simon.

Simon’s… different, yet still the same.  It’s hard to place, at first, when the two of you are trying to figure out if you each still feel the same for the other—as impossible as it may seem—and sort out the complicated feelings that come with seven years of him ignoring you.

His tongue has grown sharper toward everyone… including you.  But it’s still softer toward you, only playful and flirtatious in his antagonism.  He’s bolder now, as if his reservations have vanished.

His humor has grown darker as well, something that he may be a bit more mindful of around you if his gallows humor brings back painful memories or worries you harbored on his behalf.

He thoroughly enjoys it when you play with his hair or try and style it, even if it’s to a mixed success.  You’re the only person he permits to touch it and it feels lighter in your hands.

If you massage his scalp, he will absolutely melt.

While he wasn’t the biggest fan of simply idle cuddling before, after seven years with a lack of touching you… well, he’s changed his tune completely.

He loves holding you close and, especially, when he gets to rest his head against your chest and listen to the sound of your heartbeat.  It’s really something that he took for granted.

When you’re in private, he’s more often touching you than not… and he manages to put a twist on it, too.  He likes to try sneaking up on you and hugging you from behind, giving you a startle before pressing kisses into your neck.

He was always protective of you, but he only becomes more so once your relationship is re-established.  His glares are sharper, his japes meaner, and his threats all the more dangerous.  

It certainly doesn’t help his reputation, but your safety is his utmost priority.  He doesn’t give a single flip about his reputation.

At first, his kisses almost have a desperate, intense element to them—as if he’s making up for lost time.

And once that initial stage wears off, his kisses are still more frequently of the passionate variety than the chaste compared to before.  He’s just as dominant and relentless, but his teasing is only bolder and more insufferably attractive.

Even after seven years, he remembers all your little quirks and tastes.  And he’s still just as happy to share his interests with you.  They’re often very subtle and you may miss them, but… those parts of him are still very much there.

No matter what though, his love and appreciation for you have only deepened over time and through your shared suffering through time apart.

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve having a partner who would still choose to find happiness with him after everything, but he couldn’t be more appreciative or grateful for you… even if his ways of showing it at times may be strange.