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( @sylibane also asked for 8 and 11, so I'll answer all of them here)

Fanfic ask meme

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

I would really like to finish Sanctuary this year, and am really excited for the next chapter. Here's a preview:

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

The Epic Tragedy that is the love story between Misty Fey and Gregory Edgeworth. If I ever write it down it will be my magnum opus, and perhaps this will finally be the year that I do.

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Happy birthday!

happy birthday, dear archivist~

Not my favorite │ Average │ Cute │ Adorable │ Best │ Ultimate fave

HIM ROUND

HIM GOT LI’L FANGS

HE WAS ON MY TEAM IN XD

HE EVOLVES INTO A BIG OLD WALRUS

@sylibane I hope you like klavpollo

The song Klavier sings is Truly by Lionel Richie, because as I was thinking, “what song should Klavier sing,” that came on, and I’m not one to question fate.

15. Loud, so everyone can hear

“Thank you for coming out here tonight,” Klavier said into the microphone as he gazed out into the (mostly) female audience, “Khura’in has never been so rocking!”

The audience went wild, and he heard a few shouts of “Marry me Klavier,” but his eyes darted to the backstage area where Apollo was waiting. His body language said ‘annoyed,’ but the smile on his face said he was enjoying himself.

He should be. After all, the benefit concert was his idea. Not that Klavier hadn’t been planning out a comeback tour that just so happened to pass through Khura’in after he failed to convince Edgeworth to send him as part of a prosecutor-exchange program that he also made up as an excuse to visit Apollo.

But now he didn’t have to, since Apollo invited him.

Which is why he felt, not a hundred percent sure, but reasonably confident about this.

He strummed a few notes on his guitar, causing the crowd to go wild again before he said, “This next one goes out to all the defense attorneys in Khura’in.”

Apollo frowned, clearly suspicious, as the crowd cheered even louder. They settled down once Klavier started playing, the opening slow and sweet, as all love songs should be.

“Tell me only this,” he began, “That I’ll have your heart for always. And you want me by your side, whispering the words,” he looked backstage at Apollo as he sang, “‘I’ll always love you.’”

Apollo’s face went redder than his favorite suit, but he made no move to stop him, his gaze fixed on Klavier as he continued the song.

The crowd was eating it up, but he only had eyes for Apollo, who grew even redder if that was possible. Apollo’s eyes never left him, and if it weren’t for the tv cameras and the cheering crowd, he could pretend it was just the two of them.

When he came to the final verse, he made sure to put his whole heart and soul into it.

“Because I’m truly, truly in love with you. I’m head over heel in love with your love. I need you, and with your love I’m free. And truly, you know you’re alright,” he let his guitar trail off, his whole body turned towards Apollo, so there was not doubting who this was all for, “With me.”

The crowd went wild, cheering harder than they had all night. Klavier watched Apollo carefully, waiting for his reaction.

As soon as the song was over, Apollo marched out on stage and grabbed Klavier by his lapels. For a fraction of a second he thought he was going to get punched, but instead Apollo yanked him forward into a searing, possessive kiss.

The crowd went ballistic, the noise of it shaking the stage. Before Klavier had a mind to kiss him back, Apollo was pulling away and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“Never,” he said, soft enough not to be picked up by the microphone, “Do that again.”

He kissed him once more, quickly, before pulling away and stomping backstage again. Klavier didn’t mind, he was too giddy and drowning in the roar of the crowd and Apollo’s everything to care.

After all, he’d spoken his heart, and everyone had heard.

Not my favorite │ Average │ Cute │ Adorable │ Best │ Ultimate fave

Happy birthday! Here’s some Jupeter.

(Sorry if I already submitted this, I wasn’t sure if it worked before)

Bodyguard AU, Vacation Fic(listen, i’m sorry about this but last time i did a ship meme i thought of bodyguard au for them and you did leave the ship choice open so really when you think about it this is your fault)

Okay, so maybe Juno should have thought before dragging Pilot Pereyra back into the shelter from the baking Martian desert. Still, he wasn’t looking to be any more of a murderer than he already was, and Pereyra was the only surefire ticket he had to getting that damn eye out of his head.

And, well. Pereyra was out of a bodyguard without the Piranha, and Juno was fresh out of a job, and both of them were angry with Ramses. It made sense. Alessandra disentangled herself from the whole business, and they parted ways as soon as they returned to Hyperion City. Juno could tell she didn’t approve of their little team-up, but he was beyond caring just then. The important thing was getting answers.

Pereyra got Juno to a discreet and hypercompetent hospital. It was still a struggle to dislodge the eye that had taken root in his brain, but enough sedative to knock out a death millipede and a week in the hospital did the job eventually. Juno awoke to find Pereyra pacing and making phone calls. They still hadn’t announced their formal return to office, but, they informed Juno with a flash of bared teeth, they fully intended to take back what was theirs.

With Rita’s help (after a prolonged apology), the data still contained in the Theia Spectrum, and Pereyra’s contacts, taking down Ramses was easy enough. The old man, once caught, just seemed like he felt like he deserved this. Pereyra themself presented Juno with hard-won details about the past of one Jack Takano soon after.

Excuse Juno if it didn’t make him feel any better.

Pereyra was comfortably reseated in the mayor’s seat, but as Juno was ready to pack up and leave, a bitter taste still in the back of his mouth, they said, “You know, plenty of space for you here. If you’re still interested in making a difference. I guess I do owe you.”

“Of course you owe me,” Juno snapped automatically, even as his eye flicked down to their outstretched hand. “I saved your life. Several times.”

“Yes. And I think I would really prefer to have you around just in case anyone needs to do it again, buddy.”

Juno could hardly care less about saving their obnoxiously-patterned hide, but they made a point about making a difference–if he couldn’t make it by putting a good guy in the mayor’s seat, he could at least put himself in the seat next to the slimeball sitting there instead. He didn’t really expect to have as much sway in the political nonsense as Pereyra claimed they would give, but even so, being given a contract with half the power signed over to him was a start.

A month later, Ramses dies of a heart attack, and Juno’s so busy with investigative and administrative work that he barely has time to let the news destroy a part of him. Not work on Pereyra’s behalf; no, Pereyra’s content enough to laze around in luxury and shirk any duties that happen to find their way to them, and is constantly trying to get Juno to ‘loosen up’. But Juno has to do something, even with it obvious that his job as a bodyguard is superfluous in any of the places Pereyra deigns to hang around.

But once Ramses’s death breaks and Juno attempts to simultaneously drink and work himself to death to forget it, Pereyra puts their overly stylish high-heeled foot down. 

“We’re going on vacation,” they announce, giving an easy smile with enough iron behind it for Juno to know that there’s no arguing with it. Not that he doesn’t try, but he knows from the start that it’s a doomed effort.

Pereyra insists that the two of them are now a package deal, and frames it like the vacation is for themself alone, and Juno is required to go due to the contract he signed in case of stray assassination attempts. Juno doesn’t need to be a detective to know when Pereyra is lying at this point, even if they’re better at it than most when they want to be.

That’s how Juno ends up dragged kicking and screaming off Mars for the first time in his life. It’s not technically a kidnapping, which is how he imagined was the only way he’d be leaving if he left at all the last twenty years (short of a notable night’s exception). He still doesn’t let go of the ship’s cushy armrests until he can see Earth clearly, looming over them, and ends up mesmerized right out of his anxiety by the massive spinning source of all human life.

“See? Vacation,” Pereyra says, and Juno is surprised to see something soft in their usually sly features when he looks back at them. They come over to Juno’s chair and lean over him to look out the window. “You’re going to love Japan. It’s beautiful this time of year.”

“You’re too damn rich,” says Juno, his throat suddenly tight. “But yeah, I’m sure it’s great. Here’s hoping I won’t actually need to save your ass. I’d miss my paycheck.”