fic: Not Just Cherry Stems
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bonnefoisTitle: Not Just Cherry Stems
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo, hint of Phoenix/Edgeworth, Trucy.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1219
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, splinters.
Nobody ever told Apollo the sorts of side-effects of being a lawyer. Nobody told him that he'd barely be making rent, and nobody certainly told him about the splinters. He'd just been emulating Mr. Wright in his best days, before he started a questionable career as a piano player and poker player. As far as he knew, slamming your hands down during a particularly dramatic moment was as much of being a lawyer as yelling objection. He'd been practicing for years, but in hindsight, practicing on countertops didn't really prepare him for the real deal of wood benches.
He'd even had to deal with the pressure and the pain in his hand until the next recess. Trucy and Mr. Wright were busy prepping for 'Uncle Miles' to visit, so he hadn't even been able to bum some scotch tape off of them, in hopes he could pull the splinter out. He'd never tried it before, but it'd worked on glass, so maybe it'd work on splinters too.
He stood out in the lobby, and tried to dig out the blasted little piece of wood which had embedded itself in his hand. Going to the doctor for such a small wound would be humiliating. Hell, Klavier would probably make a whole new insult just for that, if he found out.
And Apollo had a feeling he would.
He muttered several curses as he tried to pry, scrape and push out that little sliver, to no avail.
"Something the matter, Herr Forehead?" Klavier asked.
"Nothing," Apollo muttered as he dug his nails into his palm. "Just. Fixing. This."
He scraped them across his palm, which only left him more frustrated. Oh, and Klavier being around wasn't helping. The guy got on his nerves and had more than once, liked to insult his forehead and distracted him during court with his mad air guitar skills.
Oh yeah, and the whole 'on different sides thing.' Though, Mr. Wright seemed amused by his tales of Things Klavier Had Done. He'd also asked the bizarre question Has he whipped you? Call me when he does.
He wasn't quite sure how to react to that one.
"Here, let me–" Klavier said. His voice was surprisingly soothing, though it was always melodious. Apollo might not have thought much of his songs writing skills, but he had to admit the guy had a really nice voice, singing or otherwise.
"It's fine–" Apollo said, drawing his hand back.
But Klavier pulled Apollo's hand to him, and brought it to his lips. Apollo pulled back, startled at the feel of his lips to his hand, but Klavier held him fast. There was a rather intense feel of wetness, suction, Klavier's tongue against him–and in a moment, Klavier stepped back and removed the splinter from his mouth.
"You sucked it out?" Apollo said. He flushed.
Klavier shrugged. "What can I say? I have a very talented mouth. I can do things with my tongue that you can't even imagine, Herr Forehead."
Then, in case Apollo somehow didn't get the giant innuendo in that sentence, he winked to make it far more obvious exactly what he was talking about.
Apollo flushed about as red as his pants and vest combo, and hated himself for it. He couldn't help it, however, given the mental image that innuendo.
"You're welcome, by the way," Klavier said, his blue eyes sparkling with...something. Mirth, mischief, amusement at mocking him. Something.
"See you in court, Herr Forehead," Klavier said.
And Apollo was left in his wake, blushing, panting, humiliated and utterly turned on.
Well, shit.
*
Mr. Wright didn't look up from his paper as Apollo came in. He inexplicably had a plate of floating spaghetti balanced on his hat.
"Klavier sucked out a splinter today," Apollo said. "As in, with his mouth."
Trucy bounced up from where she was reorganizing her magic things. She had a small ball in her hands, possibly for juggling.
"Ooh! Ooh! I love this game!" Trucy said. "Did he throw a coffee cup at your head? Did he say you cause him to be saddled with unnecessary feelings?"
"Uh, no," Apollo said.
"Then daddy wins!" Trucy said.
"He did wink at me, and I think he implied something about suc–"
Phoenix gave him a pointed look. The same sort of pointed look he'd gotten when he'd had to explain why he had her panties in his evidence files.
Trucy waited expectantly.
"...about cherry stems," Apollo said finally. "He apparently likes to tie knots with them with his tongue. As a hobby."
"You're lucky to have a boyfriend with such a talented tongue," Trucy said, grinning broadly.
"Wait, what, boyfriend–" Apollo burst out. He grimaced. "He's not my damn boyfriend, he's the prosecutor–"
"But you don't just suck out the splinters and make oral jokes to just anyone," Trucy said Oddly enough, Mr. Wright didn't even flinch at the reveal that she was a mite bit less innocent than he thought. He must have already suspected it.
"Well, apparently you do if you're Klavier Gavin!" Apollo said.
"Maybe I'll give him extra cherries for your wedding present," Trucy said. "We could do a whole cherry theme in the wedding invitations."
"We're not getting married!" Apollo protested. "Also, people might get the wrong idea about cherries–"
"What wrong idea?" Trucy asked, looking ever so innocent. Apollo had learned that was when to watch her for some sort of prank, or possibly blame pushed over onto him. "That you're a pure, innocent maiden?"
Apollo sputtered. The newspaper shifted slightly, like Mr. Wright might be holding in a bit more tightly, but he still hadn't looked up.
Thankfully, he was saved by the sound of a car.
"Uncle Miles is here!" Trucy said. She threw the ball up, and for a horrifying moment Apollo saw all her magic boxes tumbling down. However, it landed right up in place, and the boxes only teetered for a moment.
"Oh, and one more thing—" Trucy said. She peered around the doorway with a sort of smile that Apollo knew to look out for. "Maybe Daddy and Uncle Miles and You and Klavier can have a double wedding? I'm really overdue for a mommy already, daddy. And really, you're not fooling anyone, especially me."
The paper had definite marks where it was crunched in by now. Apollo could only stare at the figure who appeared, clad in magenta and a grey overcoat.
"What's this, now?" Prosecutor Edgeworth said.
"I'm planning you and daddy and Polly and Klavier's gay wedding!" Trucy said cheerfully. She bounded up, hugged a very flustered Edgeworth, before running out to the car to take care of prosecutor Edgeworth's things.
"....what?" Edgeworth said, looking like he used to when Mr. Wright did found some really outrageous possibility which turned out to be the truth.
"Don't ask," Mr. Wright said. "It's better that you don't know for now."
Edgeworth shook his head and shrugged out of his coat, and Mr. Wright put his coat aside.
All Apollo could think was that if he really did marry Klavier, he'd have a saner life than this one.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo, hint of Phoenix/Edgeworth, Trucy.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1219
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, splinters.
Nobody ever told Apollo the sorts of side-effects of being a lawyer. Nobody told him that he'd barely be making rent, and nobody certainly told him about the splinters. He'd just been emulating Mr. Wright in his best days, before he started a questionable career as a piano player and poker player. As far as he knew, slamming your hands down during a particularly dramatic moment was as much of being a lawyer as yelling objection. He'd been practicing for years, but in hindsight, practicing on countertops didn't really prepare him for the real deal of wood benches.
He'd even had to deal with the pressure and the pain in his hand until the next recess. Trucy and Mr. Wright were busy prepping for 'Uncle Miles' to visit, so he hadn't even been able to bum some scotch tape off of them, in hopes he could pull the splinter out. He'd never tried it before, but it'd worked on glass, so maybe it'd work on splinters too.
He stood out in the lobby, and tried to dig out the blasted little piece of wood which had embedded itself in his hand. Going to the doctor for such a small wound would be humiliating. Hell, Klavier would probably make a whole new insult just for that, if he found out.
And Apollo had a feeling he would.
He muttered several curses as he tried to pry, scrape and push out that little sliver, to no avail.
"Something the matter, Herr Forehead?" Klavier asked.
"Nothing," Apollo muttered as he dug his nails into his palm. "Just. Fixing. This."
He scraped them across his palm, which only left him more frustrated. Oh, and Klavier being around wasn't helping. The guy got on his nerves and had more than once, liked to insult his forehead and distracted him during court with his mad air guitar skills.
Oh yeah, and the whole 'on different sides thing.' Though, Mr. Wright seemed amused by his tales of Things Klavier Had Done. He'd also asked the bizarre question Has he whipped you? Call me when he does.
He wasn't quite sure how to react to that one.
"Here, let me–" Klavier said. His voice was surprisingly soothing, though it was always melodious. Apollo might not have thought much of his songs writing skills, but he had to admit the guy had a really nice voice, singing or otherwise.
"It's fine–" Apollo said, drawing his hand back.
But Klavier pulled Apollo's hand to him, and brought it to his lips. Apollo pulled back, startled at the feel of his lips to his hand, but Klavier held him fast. There was a rather intense feel of wetness, suction, Klavier's tongue against him–and in a moment, Klavier stepped back and removed the splinter from his mouth.
"You sucked it out?" Apollo said. He flushed.
Klavier shrugged. "What can I say? I have a very talented mouth. I can do things with my tongue that you can't even imagine, Herr Forehead."
Then, in case Apollo somehow didn't get the giant innuendo in that sentence, he winked to make it far more obvious exactly what he was talking about.
Apollo flushed about as red as his pants and vest combo, and hated himself for it. He couldn't help it, however, given the mental image that innuendo.
"You're welcome, by the way," Klavier said, his blue eyes sparkling with...something. Mirth, mischief, amusement at mocking him. Something.
"See you in court, Herr Forehead," Klavier said.
And Apollo was left in his wake, blushing, panting, humiliated and utterly turned on.
Well, shit.
*
Mr. Wright didn't look up from his paper as Apollo came in. He inexplicably had a plate of floating spaghetti balanced on his hat.
"Klavier sucked out a splinter today," Apollo said. "As in, with his mouth."
Trucy bounced up from where she was reorganizing her magic things. She had a small ball in her hands, possibly for juggling.
"Ooh! Ooh! I love this game!" Trucy said. "Did he throw a coffee cup at your head? Did he say you cause him to be saddled with unnecessary feelings?"
"Uh, no," Apollo said.
"Then daddy wins!" Trucy said.
"He did wink at me, and I think he implied something about suc–"
Phoenix gave him a pointed look. The same sort of pointed look he'd gotten when he'd had to explain why he had her panties in his evidence files.
Trucy waited expectantly.
"...about cherry stems," Apollo said finally. "He apparently likes to tie knots with them with his tongue. As a hobby."
"You're lucky to have a boyfriend with such a talented tongue," Trucy said, grinning broadly.
"Wait, what, boyfriend–" Apollo burst out. He grimaced. "He's not my damn boyfriend, he's the prosecutor–"
"But you don't just suck out the splinters and make oral jokes to just anyone," Trucy said Oddly enough, Mr. Wright didn't even flinch at the reveal that she was a mite bit less innocent than he thought. He must have already suspected it.
"Well, apparently you do if you're Klavier Gavin!" Apollo said.
"Maybe I'll give him extra cherries for your wedding present," Trucy said. "We could do a whole cherry theme in the wedding invitations."
"We're not getting married!" Apollo protested. "Also, people might get the wrong idea about cherries–"
"What wrong idea?" Trucy asked, looking ever so innocent. Apollo had learned that was when to watch her for some sort of prank, or possibly blame pushed over onto him. "That you're a pure, innocent maiden?"
Apollo sputtered. The newspaper shifted slightly, like Mr. Wright might be holding in a bit more tightly, but he still hadn't looked up.
Thankfully, he was saved by the sound of a car.
"Uncle Miles is here!" Trucy said. She threw the ball up, and for a horrifying moment Apollo saw all her magic boxes tumbling down. However, it landed right up in place, and the boxes only teetered for a moment.
"Oh, and one more thing—" Trucy said. She peered around the doorway with a sort of smile that Apollo knew to look out for. "Maybe Daddy and Uncle Miles and You and Klavier can have a double wedding? I'm really overdue for a mommy already, daddy. And really, you're not fooling anyone, especially me."
The paper had definite marks where it was crunched in by now. Apollo could only stare at the figure who appeared, clad in magenta and a grey overcoat.
"What's this, now?" Prosecutor Edgeworth said.
"I'm planning you and daddy and Polly and Klavier's gay wedding!" Trucy said cheerfully. She bounded up, hugged a very flustered Edgeworth, before running out to the car to take care of prosecutor Edgeworth's things.
"....what?" Edgeworth said, looking like he used to when Mr. Wright did found some really outrageous possibility which turned out to be the truth.
"Don't ask," Mr. Wright said. "It's better that you don't know for now."
Edgeworth shook his head and shrugged out of his coat, and Mr. Wright put his coat aside.
All Apollo could think was that if he really did marry Klavier, he'd have a saner life than this one.
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Date: 2017-09-20 11:39 pm (UTC)