#and phoenix is interrogating a cat

[theredcuyo]

I headcanon that the reason why Miles' "that man" instances get worse in the second game is because he's spent more time apart from Phoenix, like, working in a case with him specifically, since he also seems to not realize when he's near anyway

This also leads me to think that during all the time he spent overseas he was also like that, and, like, even more, explaining what he was talking about with Gumshoe at the end of the third case in jfa

Also, i like to think that when it got too unbearable, Gumshoe will convince him to call Phoenix for help in a case during the 7 years of hobo

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #narumitsu #this is why we aint getting a aai3 #his gay is showing too much for us to handle #but if there ever is and we dont get hobo phoenix helping like he said he did ill cry #like bro itd be so dang fun #imagine miles going as usual with the that man until bam #gumshoe brought him over #and in that same instance miles goes tsundere “i didnt need his help” he says #and he didnt #but hes happy to see him there #and instead of that man instances we get miles looking over at phoenix just before he does his usual bluffing #and he goes yeah this is the man that saved me just look at him resolving this whole case #and phoenix is interrogating a cat

[otomiyaa]

do you have any ToT fics?

Mr. Mouse

Lee!Marius & NXX Squad ft. Reader

[Fic Reupload] - Haha I thought you were crying but then thought oh right I've been sharing Tears of Themis posts lately. Well I've got one, only one, apart from some drabbles scattered around. I'll reupload the fic ^^ It's not lee Luke though, but Marius. (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 3.1K

The mood was dark and heavy. Though it had been your intention to shift the team’s focus off the complex investigation case just for a little, you did not expect it would arise new complications.

All you had done was suggest a funny game for some team bonding, fun, and to have a laugh, since there was just too much tension in this team and definitely not enough laughter. Alas, there was little to no laughter at all as the men glared at each other, even while playing the game. 

"Guys...” you whispered, watching them nervously. 

Even with those stupid cards sticking to their foreheads it didn’t look at all like the lighthearted situation it should be. Marius and Artem were exchanging death stares as if they could fly over the table any second and clash. Vyn appeared to be judging their behavior quietly, a little pile of successfully guessed cards of his own proudly placed before him as he stared at the duo with piercing eyes. And Luke...

“Luke,” Marius suddenly called out, glancing sideways at Luke who was, just like you were, observing the two nervously. “I’ll ask again, Luke. Am I Mr. Artem Wing?” Marius asked. Luke was stuttering, but couldn’t get in between them again with a firm ‘no’ or anything else, given the tense atmosphere.

Marius already continued to speak: “Summarizing all of your answers, I am a male, I am old, I am not big, but I do have big earsー”

“Mr. Wing does not have big ears though,” you whispered, but Marius didn’t hear and continued.

“You are also an animal, Marius. You are forgetting a key part of the interrogation,” Vyn said in all seriousness. You should have known. There was no such thing as playing a fun and simple game of Who Am I? with the NXX gang. 

“Ah, an animal. Right. I stick to my guess. Mr. Wing is also kind of an animal,” Marius said, shrugging. Artem glared.

“Your insults are getting less and less creative. I suggest you proceed with more clever guesses, or you should just give up and admit you cannot guess the character,” he said. Ah, these two really weren’t getting along! Still, it was hard to fight back your giggles as you felt your lips twitch unwillingly. 

On Marius’ forehead was the card that said ‘Mickey Mouse’ and for the past ten minutes it had been him trying to guess the name which was not that difficult. From Elvis to Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Leonardo da Vinci, Darius Morgan, Phoenix Wright and Mark Zuckerberg, everyone else including yourself had already finished some interrogation rounds successfully and guessed the right names. 

It was just Marius who was still Mickey Mouse for such a long while since the start of the game that all of you had decided to focus your attention on him alone until he would guess it right. Though usually enjoying to be in the spotlight, Marius did seem to get annoyed and had been trying to wriggle his way out of it by provoking Artem.

“Ask more about the animal’s nature,” Vyn suggested. 

“Or his career,” Luke said.

Marius rolled his eyes, a confused look on his face that said ‘an animal’s career?’ but he sighed and growled, “Fine. Am I a monkey?” 

“No,” chirped Luke.

“Am I a cat? Or a dog?”

“No and no,” Vyn said. 

“A fish?” You shook your head at him. Marius made a wild gesture with his hands.

“A bear?” 

“Nope,” Artem said. There was definitely something smug about Artem’s attitude, and unfortunately Marius did not miss this. He lunged towards him and sneered, “Ah I see. You thought of a difficult name for me, just to finally have something I am not better at. Hm?” 

“Just keep guessing, Marius,” you tried gently, but Marius was fixated on Artem again and you were kind of relieved that he didn’t catch Luke’s very soft “It’s not that difficult though...” because if he did, Luke would be enjoying all of that attention that was going to Artem now.

“Looks like we’ll still be here tomorrow,” was Artem’s calm remark, sparking Marius’ irritation again. There had been something mischievous about the usual serious Artem all day, something childish yet not more childish than Marius himself, and you were torn between amusement and fear of this all escalating into something bad. 

“Rosa~ Help me out here? They are bullying me,” Marius whined like a child, pouting at you. It was hilarious how he really did seem at loss with this game, and it didn’t even seem to cross his mind that you were the one who came up with the idea to play this in the first place. Or better, that it was your very own hand that wrote the name 'Mickey Mouse' for Marius to guess.

“Just keep on guessing. You are really close,” you encouraged him. He wasn’t close though. You could tell Marius had still no idea.

“Perhaps he will need a hand,” Vyn said. Marius let out a sudden guffaw. 

“Oh you guys are loving this aren’t you? The only way you guys can beat me is with silly games, or maybe even a prank. I’m not gonna be surprised if I take this off and there’s no name on it. It’s getting shady, why am I the only one who’s an animal?” Marius said, grabbing at the card on his forehead, but Luke reached out swiftly and caught his arm.

“Hey, don’t take it off now!” the brunet warned. Marius was sort of right. The guys were enjoying the hilarity of Marius failing at something as simple as a guessing game, but there was no prank going on here. Marius really failed gloriously and you couldn’t blame them - especially Artem - for rubbing salt into the wound.

“See? You don’t want me to see you’re fooling me huh?” Marius said, trying to pull his arm free from Luke who held him with both hands, but Marius reached for the card again with his other hand. This time Vyn got up fast and stood behind Marius, where he grabbed both his arms and moved them behind the seat. 

“You are going to play fairly, Marius. This’ll be a temporary measure to make sure you do,” he said, taking off his own tie and using it to bind his hands behind the chair. Marius laughed out loud again.

“Come on now! As if you guys are playing fairly! This is so childish!” 

“Or you are the childish one. Just because you are finally bad at something doesn’t mean it isn’t fair. You’ll have to accept you can’t be good at everything,” Artem lectured. 

“Oh yeah? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to play a game, I just don’t want to cooperate with your pranks! I’m going home,” Marius said, but Vyn tightened the light bondage on Marius’ hands and said: “Oh but you’re not going anywhere. And it’s not a prank, Marius. It is a fair game.”

“Rosa, help!” Marius made a scene on purpose, still smug and at the same time dramatic about the whole situation, and you shook your head at him.

Vyn sat down again, but Luke leaned towards Marius and poked him teasingly between the ribs.

“I’ll give you a hint. The sort of animal you are tends to get stuck by human traps as well,” he said, but the poke caused a different reaction than everyone expected. Marius literally squeaked. 

Your eyes widened. Marius von Hagen.... Could he be.... Ticklish? Judging from the look on Artem’s face, he seemed to notice too.

“The animal makes a similar sound too,” he said, poking Marius as well from the other side, making him squeak again.

“EEP!”

“The animal does, but the character does not make such a sound,” Luke said, watching how Artem’s single finger poked Marius not one, not two, but three more times.

“Haha-hands off, Artem, you don’t want to face the consequences once I get out of this,” Marius argued, dancing uncomfortably. 

“Hm.  That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position,” Artem retorted, and this time he made a claw of his hand, digging his fingers into Marius’ torso and getting him to let out another lovely squeak. Luke snickered.

“Shall we tickle him?  he suggested, wiggling his fingers. 

“We could. Until he guesses it right.” 

It was hard to believe what was happening here. You saw how both Artem and Luke surrounded Marius who sat tied to his chair thanks to Vyn’s bondage skills, and their fingers started to poke and prod his sides. Marius threw his head back, the card sticking to his forehead like magic while he let out the loudest most hysterical giggles.

“GAhaha-guhuhuys! Y-you ahahar the wohohorst!” 

You gaped at them and exchanged looks with Vyn. He was smirking. “Amused aren’t you?” he murmured while in the background, Marius continued to laugh because of Artem and Luke tickling him. Artem was calm and collected, tickling Marius with this concentrated look as if he was some kind of work project. Luke was much more playful and smug about it.

“Heehee, take that! Well, aren’t you gonna guess?” he sang.

You chuckled at Vyn. “Yeah. Amused, and confused. What is even happening?” you giggled, amazed that even Artem would do something of such a childish nature. Perhaps everyone would act a little different if a bratty person like Marius was involved.

“Well, I can tell you what’s happening. They are tickling him. What do you say, shall we help out?” Vyn asked you, leaning close as if the two of you were having an intimate and personal moment in the middle of the tickle fest. 

“Should we?” you asked, smirking. Vyn shrugged.

“I think we should.” And so you two rolled your chairs towards where Marius was laughing for his dear life.

“I refuhuhuse to plahahay your stuhuhupid gahahames!” he laughed, and he shrieked even louder when you joined in, clawing at his tummy while Artem continued to tickle his ribs and sides, and Luke was playfully wriggling his fingers under his arms, tickling his armpits.

“You’ll have to, Marius. Continue playing, I will be the one to answer your questions,” Vyn said, sitting right before him with his hands on his knees. He squeezed, and Marius let out a loud gasp.

“AHAHah!” His eyes widened, and you could see the realization on his face. He was stuck. He struggled with his bound arms, but even if he were to shake the tie off, you were certain these guys would not let him go easily. Heh. Neither would you. This was actually fun. 

“Ahaham I a rahahabit?!” Marius finally laughed, and you couldn’t help but giggle along. He was both cute and hilarious right now, and you continued to dance your fingers all over his belly. Vyn snickered and shook his head.

“No, you are not.”

“S-sehehehe, squirrel! A squirrehehel!”

“No,” Artem said firmly.

“A rahhaahat?!” Marius roared. 

Luke giggled. “Close, but no!” 

“AHAHAH! A MOUSEehehee! A stuhuhupid mouse!” 

Vyn smiled. “Correct.” To help ‘celebrate’, Luke switched to tickling Marius’ neck with scribbly finges as he taunted, “Bingo, finally you guessed something right! You are a mouse!” and meanwhile Artem continued to squeeze and pinch at different spots on Marius’ torso, from his upper sides to lower sides, his hips and back up towards his ribs, causing him to bounce hysterically.

“Thehehen stahahhap!” he laughed. 

“You are not there yet, Marius. You are a mouse, continue guessing.” 

“WHahahaht!” 

“Like I said, ask about his career!” Luke said, going back to tickling Marius’ underarms. Marius was giggling and snorting adorably, the grin on his face bigger than ever and a huge blush spreading on his cheeks.

“GAahahah-- a cohohop!?” he asked. Vyn shook his head.

“Can you name any mouse cop? You’ll have to do better than that, Marius,” he said, and he spidered his fingers all over Marius knees and thighs, making the poor ticklish heir bark out some more hysterical cackles.

“GAAGAHha! Not thehehere!” he roared. You were still tickling Marius’ tummy, gently and not too harshly, but you couldn’t help but move up his shirt a little and scribbled circles around on his stomach, fluttering all over the soft bare skin. Marius seemed to get even more flustered at this, and he shook his head. The card threatened to fall off, but Artem slapped it firmly back on Marius’ head, making the guy yelp out loud.

“HAHAHA! Artehehem you ahahaass-ahaha!” 

“Marius, remember the questions I asked when I was Harry Potter,” you tried to help him fondly even though you couldn’t stop your fingers from tickling Marius’ sensitive tummy without mercy. 

“HEYAhah!” Marius squealed and shook his head again, but this time the card was glued firmly to his forehead, and he continued his hysterical laughing fit.

“Hahahha! Ahaham I on T-Teehehee-TV?!” Marius laughed, indeed succeeding to copy your questions from earlier.

“Correct.” 

“OHOhoh! Ahaham I Jeheherry?!” Marius really appeared like he thought he finally guessed correct, but Vyn’s answer was a teasy “No~” and he punished the wrong guess with fierce squeezes right above Marius’ knees, making him howl for his ticklish life.

“AHhahahah! Nohhoho thihis ihiihisn’t fahahahair!” he laughed. You smiled, wonderstruck by how attractive the young heir looked laughing his head off like this.

“It’s a little fair, Marius. Continue guessing, you’re so close,” you encouraged.

“Come on man, can’t you really think of any other famous mouse on TV?” Luke asked - his tickles were the most energetic, switching from rapid pokes and finger wiggles and switching spots even when it would cause his hands to bump against yours or Artem's.

“PIHIHIKACHU!” Marius roared. Luke frowned.

“That’s a mouse?” he asked, to which you nodded.

“Actually it is. But wrong guess, Marius!” 

By now Marius was really turning beet red as he continued to laugh and struggle. Artem had been quiet for a while, tickling Marius with concentration and focus of a typical lawyer, and he smirked as he drilled his fingers between Marius’ ribs.

“I think it is a talent in itself that you give so many wrong guesses, Von Hagen,” he said, triggering Marius but all the graduate student could do was laugh and giggle more as he was attacked from all sides. You only noticed now that his arms were already free again after so much struggling, but both Artem and Luke were holding an arm each, and Marius could do very little with the strength he had left. 

Using their free hands, both men continued to tickle him, making him giggle and squeal even when he was nearly out of breath.

“Guess it right, or give up,” Artem said. Vyn made a face at that.

“Mr. Wing is right,” he said teasingly. “If you would like, you can give up. It means you lose the game.” 

Marius made a face that expressed his surprise and confusion that giving up was still a possibility. But then he shouted “Nahaha-neheheever!” while continuing to squirm in between them.

“Then have it your way~!” Luke said, getting up from where he was sitting so he could tickle his armpits more comfortably. 

“Heeehehehehe! Nahahaha!” You were getting the impression that stubborn Marius was going to laugh himself to death here if he couldn’t still guess the character that wasn’t even so hard. 

Maybe you were enjoying yourself a little too much by bullying your ticklish partner like this, and not just for evil reasons. But when you looked at Artem, Luke and Vyn, you recognized expressions that matched your mood as well. They all looked fond to have the usually arrogant heir laughing like this and refusing to give in.

“Ahahaahahlright I gihihive! Guhuhhuys, enahahaa-enough! I gihiive uuhup!” he finally wheezed. Surprised he still didn’t guess it, you were the first to stop tickling his stomach, and you sat back. Luke also stopped tickling, so did Artem, and finally Vyn stopped the squeezing and digging movements his hands were making on Marius’ legs.  

Leaning forward and bending his head, Marius panted and wheezed, catching his breath tiredly. And as he did, the card finally let go of his sweaty forehead and twirled down onto his lap. It fell with the text upwards, and you could see the realization on Marius’ face as he read it:

Mickey Mouse.

“N-no way,” he panted.

“Not so hard, huh? Can’t believe you didn’t think of the most famous mouse in the world,” Luke said smugly, patting Marius’ shoulder.

“Like I said, you can’t be good at everything,” Artem said, patting his other shoulder. 

“Unbelievable... Mi-Mickey Mouseー” Marius panted, and he raised his head suddenly and glared at everyone.

“You wrote my card, didn’t you-- R-Rosa?” he panted, smirking at you despite his exhausted state. You blinked your eyes.

“King,” you said, using his codename like he kept using yours, and you smiled nervously. 

“She did,” Vyn said, standing behind you with both hands on your shoulders.

“Anything you want to tell her, Mr. Mouse?” he asked. You giggled at the new nickname for Marius, but noticed this certain teasy remark wasn’t necessarily directed at Marius. Gulp. You looked up at Vyn. Why was this situation suddenly getting suspicious? 

“It was also not our idea to play this game. You can’t blame us,” Luke suddenly said. You gasped, turning your head towards him. Wha--?! Yes, it was your idea, so...? You finally looked at Artem, your eyes begging for his help, but you blushed to see the smirk on his face.

“Clever. You perhaps knew that such classic pop culture is Marius’ weakness? Are you the mastermind behind all this?” he said. You started to stutter, blushing like crazy. They were placing the blame for their stupid quarrels and the tickle incident ー which you joined but that wasn’t the point ー on you! 

“N-no of course nohot! Marius I thought it wahahasn’t difficult, ahaahah M-Mariuhuuus!” you whined when Marius lunged at you and started to avenge whatever was left of his dignity by tickling you, the one most responsible for his predicament just now.

“Guys, I might just forgive you for what you did to me if you help me out right now,” Marius purred, smirking at the others. It was no surprise after what all of them said, but still to suddenly have the tables turned with you ending up in Marius’ position of the one tickled by all of the NXX squad, well, that was something you could never ever be properly prepared for.

“HAHahaha- guuuuys!” you howled, but these four had the time of their lives wrecking you, and you were surprised at their well-played teamwork. 

Well all in all, you had achieved your goal though: team bonding, check. Having fun, check. Having a laugh? Thanks to Mr. Mouse, double check! 

#reupload #tears of themis #tot #tickling #tickle fic #marius von hagen #x reader #vyn richter #luke pearce #artem wing #otomiya!writes #lee!marius #ler!artem #ler!vyn #ler!luke #ler!reader

[ninadove]

Ok, I'll bite, what is "The Miraculous Tales of Chat Noir"?

Yesss I love this one! Thank you! 🖤🐈‍⬛

As you may recall, Chat Noir got his hero name from a storybook Emilie read him as a child. This fic is an attempt at recreating the storybook in question, while of course exploring characters from canon.

My favourite part is that it has a very, very passive-aggressive narrator, who is very, very aware of the tropes:

“My love,” he announced, “I believe I have found the answer to your woes. You wish for a friend, but tremble at the thought of the cruelty of man. You wish for a companion that will be pure of heart, free of any passions, and as entirely devoted to you as I am.”

“My beautiful husband, this is certainly true,” the wife said, dreamily. “But I do not believe there is a single soul in this kingdom that fits this description, apart from your own.”

“My love, you are giving me too much credit. Such souls are everywhere around us: they watch over the sapphire skies; they follow you along as you trail the path to the forest; they hide in magnificent caves and under the humblest of pebbles. Animals, beloved, are better people than people themselves; and so, it stands to reason than the only person worthy of your affection is, in fact, not a person. Name any creature you would like by your side, as big or tiny as you want, as dangerous or rare as you desire; your wish is my command; there are no lengths I would not go to to see you smile again.”

The wife agreed that it was a wonderful idea, because her husband’s ideas were always wonderful; but, like many heroines before her, she was too virtuous, too humble to ask for a dragon, for a unicorn or for a phoenix. Instead, she interrogated her heart, searching for the perfect companion.

“My beautiful husband, I ask only one thing of you. I want my new friend to be just like me: curious, but attached to its home; graceful, but protective.”

“What you want, beloved, is a cat,” the husband said, for he was well-traveled and had met many creatures in his younger years. “A cat will curl up by your feet in winter; a cat will laze next to you in the sun; a cat will stand on the rooftop in the darkest of nights, protecting you against nefarious spirits. I shall find you the most beautiful cat there is, as beautiful and perfect as you are; and it will keep your heart warm, when I am unable to do so.”

And so, it was agreed that the husband would find his bride the prettiest, the smartest, the most perfect cat in existence.

Totally normal behaviour, and not a metaphor for anything. This is fine. Everything is fine.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #chat noir #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #ask games #nina writes #the miraculous tales of chat noir

[cyphertripping]

omg this is very exciting!! your writing is very nice!! 🥺 could you maybe do a pre-relationship Fade x fem!reader where the reader is clearly fond of her but Fade is a little suspicious/wondering if it's in her head bc people aren't usually that nice to her bc of all the stuff that happened? i think my girl deserves some softness in her life :/

also while i'm here, are you really open to doing character x character prompts? oooo

so true!! cat girl deserves all the nice things :)) also, yes im 100% down to do character x character my brain is currently valo brain rot!

Tea Break (Fade x f!reader)

Word Count: 699

Fluff

After it was announced to the team that Fade would be joining, needless to say the reaction was tepid at best. The atmosphere at the base which had been tense the past months with all the dossiers had hardly lifted. 

As much as Fade wanted to act like it didn’t bother her— after all, she’d wanted them to be scared of her— but it was… difficult. 

Being ignored, she could understand. She was used to that— being a shadow, the others not wanting to even meet her eye. 

But after awhile, it settled into the familiar dull ache of loneliness. The others were always cordial and cooperative on missions, but after when the toughened facade for battle was dropped, she’d watch Jett joking with Phoenix, or Neon’s loud laugh that filled the plane, and feel alone. 

The only person who treated her somewhat normally was Cypher, whom she’d come to a tentative agreement with through the interrogation, and strangely… you

From the research she’d done, you’re one of the newer agents. Perhaps that’s why you don’t hold the same reservations about her— you hadn’t been as integral in the protocol so Fade hadn’t targeted you as much. It seemed you were friendly with all of the other agents, yet you were often on your own.

She would see you in the community kitchen. It seemed you enjoyed baking and making food in general— that was how you bonded with the other agents.

One day, Fade was heading to the kitchen after her workout for a snack and found you there. You turned around and beamed— not something she had expected at all

“Just the person I was looking for!” you smile. It turns sheepish, “um, would you like to have some tea? The leaves just started steeping.”

Fade nods silently, almost hesitant. The two of you begin chatting, mostly you talking about anything and Fade nodding, a neutral expression on her face. It’s empty conversation— not about anything in particular. Her workout, you complaining about Yoru always flashing you around corners. It’s… actually really nice. Bit by bit, she feels her guard receding.

Soon the tea is done steeping and you pour it out into two sizable mugs and the two of you sit down. The warm mug clinks against her rings and she looks down at the steaming liquid— black tea, her favorite. Suddenly it feels easier to look down at the mug than at you. 

You shift in your seat a bit, awkward. Fade is honestly an intimidating person, not just from what the other agents had said and the information she had released, but she was just so cool.

You consider yourself not the most extroverted person. You enjoyed your hobbies and work in the Valorant protocol, but talking was never always easy. The way Fade commanded herself on the battlefield and around others filled you with awe. She just seemed always in control, though a bit sad.

That’s why you’d had the thought to make some tea. You knew Fade liked to come into the kitchen around mid-morning for a post-workout snack and, well, nothing cheered someone up like a bit of home. While Fade was always brewing some sort of coffee, you’d hoped perhaps she’d like something different, that showed your thoughts about her—

Well, not like that sort of thoughts. You flush slightly and realize it’s been quiet for some time. Oh god, were you making this awkward?

Fade sips the tea. The strong flavor washes over her, a hint of citrus and sugar in the blend. It was like home. She blinks fast, suddenly aware of burning in her eyes. 

“It’s good,” she says.

You feel like she’s still on guard a bit. Your worry at your lip, hoping desperately that your gesture hasn’t made her uncomfortable. 

“Hey,” you start, awkward. “I just… I’m happy you joined the protocol. I never feel scared going into site when I know your eyes are watching.”

Fade’s expression softens. “Thank you, canım (my dear).”

She hadn’t been sure of what to make of you, what your intentions had been. But when she looks at you, there’s no fear, no shadows. It’s just… you. You’re radiant.

Fade smiles.

#fade x reader #x female reader #valorant x reader request #valorant x reader fic #fade headcanon #fade fluff #x reader insert #x reader request #reader insert #fluff #fic #reader fic #valorant fanfiction

[electricbluebutterflies]

Garcy + a kiss as encouragement.

Usual post-canon-divergence, PG-ish, also on ao3.

Most of the aftermath, Lucy expected. The part where they’re very briefly in the public eye… not so much.

To be fair, none of the team is the ideal person to tell a few while lies on camera for a news program desperate for ratings, and she suspects this is only happening because someone from one of the she-isn’t-even-sure-how-many government agencies they’ve dealt with recently made a phone call they shouldn’t have made, and… how this is her problem, she isn’t sure, but this is shaping up to be a worse day than the week of interrogations combined.

Honestly, the lighting in that office building was less harsh and the feds put them in a nicer hotel. Is that something she’s allowed to disclose, at least?

Lucy suspects she got the short straw here because she’s a mundane-pretty thirtysomething white woman who did not threaten anyone during said interrogation process, because all of those things make her non-threatening if not quite charismatic. She’s never been in this position, but she watched her mother do it so many times over the years and some idiot somewhere must think that rubbed off, and-

“I got something for you.”

By technicalities, she isn’t alone, but only because Flynn hasn’t let her out of his sight since the feds… “gave up” is probably not the description that got put on official paperwork in triplicate, but it’s basically what happened. The clinging is mutual, and how obvious it is that they’re having the most trouble readjusting to civilian life, and-

A slip of paper in his hand and a Cheshire-cat smile is never a good combination. She’s curious anyways.

“What did you do?”

“Happened to find the questions they’re about to ask you on camera.”

“Found, or…”

“If production assistants want to leave clipboards so accessible, that’s their decision.”

Lucy isn’t sure how much she believes this, and even less sure if she cares. “How bad?”

“Bad, but not as invasive as…”

“Are we walking?”

“They want an outsider’s view on working with a genius. This isn’t about us at all, really.”

Somehow, she thinks, this is a best-case scenario. Not quite how the interview had been pitched a couple days ago when she’d felt like she couldn’t say no, but… yes, she decides, she can say whatever feels right in the moment to boost Connor’s eternal phoenix of a career. If that’s all there is…

“So I have to go out there, having spent more time getting my makeup done than I will getting interviewed, and…”

“It won’t be that bad.”

Lucy gives her partner the best deer-in-the-headlights look she can manage under said makeup and good grief she really hopes those fake eyelashes come off easy. “It will be that bad.”

He leans down and gives her a heartbeat kiss, barely touching, not enough to do damage to her immaculate lipstick. “Look at it this way, you can’t say the wrong thing.”

She’s not sure she believes him, but right now…

“Stay where I can see you?”

“Always.”

#ebf writes fic #garcy #queue

[carewyncromwell]

“Remember all the places you can hide... Remember, we are always on your side! You're gonna see how the best survive --  We make an art out of staying alive! If you do just as you're told, These are streets of gold! Ev'ry boulevard is a miracle mile -- You'll take the town, and you'll take it with style... If you play it brave and bold, These are streets of gold!”

~“Streets of Gold” from Oliver and Company

x~x~x~x

JAE!! My favorite contraband courier, it feels great to give you some love!! 🥰

In my headcanon, post-Hogwarts, Jae opens up his own restaurant and bar right at the boundary of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, which he calls the Niffler’s Burrow. This bar ends up being a great place to both make under-the-counter deals and catch wind of any less-than-legal activity, which ironically enough makes it both a great place for Jae’s old friend Carewyn to pick up useful information on potential clients or witnesses and a perfect hiding spot for Muggle-borns and political dissidents during the Second Wizarding War. You’d best believe there were plenty of times that the Death-Eater-controlled Ministry tried to arrest him on trumped-up charges or just flat-out threaten and terrorize him, but Jae was as both as slippery as an eel and fearless as a tiger, and he stood his ground until the Ministry was reclaimed and peace was reestablished. 

The background for this was a combination of elements I drew (like the sign) and an edited photograph (the bricks itself)...it didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted, but hey, I’m still a complete novice when it comes to doing any sort of backgrounds. 😅 Being a restaurant owner, Jae’s poshed up his wardrobe somewhat, though I see him never completely buttoning his collar. The feather is supposed to evoke a phoenix feather, so as to showcase Jae’s subtle allegience to the Order of the Phoenix -- though yeah, I see Jae frequently feigning ignorance, if any Death Eater in Ministry clothing tried interrogating him about it. “Order of the what? Mate, this is just a token from my old neighbor Ollivander, as a reference to my wand. You remember old Garrick Ollivander, right? Most famous wandmaker in Europe, used to own a shop down the road? A shame he had to leave so suddenly...” Other musical accompaniment I used while working on this was Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal,” Janet Jackson’s “Black Cat,” and “My Petersburg” from Anastasia the musical. 

Much love, all! Have a magical night! ❤️💛❤️💛

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #jae kim #headcanon

[anime-dub-transcripts]

Ace Attorney Episode #6: Turnabout Samurai---2nd Trial Transcript

This episode has the second part of Turnabout Samurai.

Phoenix [narrating]: Maya chose our first case: defending a children’s hero on a murder charge. Backed into a corner and desperate for more time, I accused the chatty old security guard, but she had only begun to talk, and in a rage, dropped a bombshell.

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{Caption: Turnabout Samurai--2nd Trial}

Oldbag: There was something…that I was told to keep mum about.

Phoenix: What? Seriously?

Edgeworth: Is that so?

Oldbag: Yeah. No one tells me to shut up, so I won’t hide it anymore. I SAW MORE PEOPLE ON SET THAT DAY!

Phoenix: Ehauh!

Maya: Ahuah!

Edgeworth: ABSURD! Why was I not told about this?!

Judge: Explain this! Why would you conceal such crucial evidence from the court?

Oldbag: Ah, really, come on! Look, I just told you why I didn’t say anything. They told me that I was supposed to keep my big trap shut, and besides, them being on set had nothing to do with Jack's murder.    

Phoenix: Who else was on set that day?

Oldbag: It was those big production muckety mucks: the director, and the producer too. 

Phoenix: Is that right? And where were they?

Oldbag: Meeting in the Studio Two trailer.   

Maya: That sounds important. We should look into this.

Phoenix: Your Honor, please. We’ve just discovered some extremely valuable information. Seems there may be more witnesses to interrogate. Without questioning them, a verdict cannot be reached. 

Judge: Hm. Do you have any objection to that, Mr. Edgeworth?

Edgeworth: Grr…I don’t, Your Honor. 

Oldbag: AUOAH! My goodness, I haven’t been looked at so passionately in years!

Judge: Very well. I hereby declare this court is adjourned for the day. 

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{Caption #1: May 12, a certain time}

{Caption #2: Detention Center}

Maya: What?! You knew about the other people there?! Why didn’t you say something?!

Powers: Well, I should’ve…but I was told to keep quiet too.

Maya: Yeah, but if you don’t tell us these kinds of things, we’re gonna lose the case! Nick’s a rookie. He’s so new; he’s barely even an attorney.  

Phoenix: That’s going too far.

Powers: I’ll do better.  

Phoenix: Anyway, we’ll have to go over to the studios again.

Maya: Oh! I hope that little boy comes back.

{Text on book: Steel Samurai Path to Glory}

Maya: He dropped his book last time. 

Powers: Wait, you talkin’ about the kid with the camera?

Phoenix: You mean you know him?

Powers: Yeah. He’s been sneaking onto the lot a bunch lately.

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Powers [flashback]: Snore…

(Powers: So I’ve seen him around) 

Powers [flashback]: Snore…HUAH! DUAH! Is that a ghost?!

Cody [flashback]: Aw, gimme a break. 

Powers [flashback]: Awuah!

Cody [flashback]: How can a grownup be such a scaredy cat? Huah huah huah…

Powers [flashback]: Uhnah, hey!

Cody [flashback]: The Steel Samurai could teach you to be brave! And a lot more than that. He’s awesome!

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Phoenix: Huah…he could teach you, huh?

Maya: Why didn’t you just tell him that you were the Steel Samurai?

Powers: Like I said, I don’t want the kids to stop believing in their hero, you know? It’s okay, I don’t mind. As long as the kids are happy, so am I.   

Phoenix’s thoughts: Yeah, there’s no way this guy would put the Steel Samurai’s reputation in jeopardy.  

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{Text on sign: Global Studios}

Phoenix’s thoughts: And that means the murder was definitely committed by someone else. But who could it be? 

{Caption #1: May 12}

{Caption #2: Global Studios--Studio One}

Maya: The place looks empty to me. 

Phoenix: The guard said the director was in here.  

Maya: Ewuah?

(Sal: Heh, neheh!)

Sal: Heah…

(Maya: Eum?)

Sal: …heuah, ehuah…score! There you are! 

{Text on script: The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo}

Sal: Gotcha! 

Maya: WAAAAAHHHH!

Phoenix: Hey! Just who in the heck are you?

Sal: Who am I?! 

{Caption: Director | Sal Manella}

Sal: You don’t recognize the great Sal Manella? I’m, like, the man! SUPERSTAR DIRECTOR OF THE STEEL SAMURAI!

Maya: WOAAAAH! You’re the director?!

Sal: Uwahuah! Ohwoahoah…

Female voice: Hehehe!

(Sal: Hoohoo, oohhoo!)

Sal: Nice! 

Female voice: Come on! 

(Sal: Hehehehehe!)

Female voice: Samurai!

(Sal: Really, really nice, hehe!)

Sal: Woohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo! It’s a buffer overflow! My creative juices are spilling all over! 

Maya: Ehauah?

Sal: You! Just incepted the sequel to Steel Samurai! Pink Princess, Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo!

(Female voice: Hehehe!)

Phoenix: What? “Pink Princess”?

Maya: Hey! Why wouldn’t she be in Grand Olde Tokyo too?!

Phoenix: Why does that matter? 

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Sal: I see; so you’re gonna defend the Powers. Good luck with that. 

Phoenix: Yeah…let me get this straight: as the director, you have to deliver the script to the producer?

Sal: She’s brutal! All during rehearsal, she’s constantly barking out orders and demanding script revisions for practically every line in the freaking show! My pain…is the only thing that makes her happy!

Phoenix’s thoughts: She sounds very hands-on…not to mention extremely demanding. We need to talk.

Phoenix: You were in a meeting with her at the time of the murder?

Sal: Mmhm. I oversaw the action scene rehearsal that morning, then the meeting until four. 

Phoenix: You were at the rehearsal too?

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Powers [flashback]: Auh! DUAH! 

Spear: CRACK!

Phoenix’s thoughts: That means he was there to see Powers get hurt. He knew about the injury. 

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Phoenix: Uahn? Woah, what is that gigantic thing? 

Sal: Man, you don’t know anything about entertainment. That’s the Forest Imp, our studio mascot. 

Phoenix: I wasn’t asking who the character was. 

Maya: What’s its head doing in the road?

Sal: Eh, thing’s super old. All that wind the day the Hammer was killed blew it off.

{Caption #1: May 12}

{Caption #2: Global Studios--Studio Two}

Phoenix: So this is a secondary studio?

Maya: It seems a little out of the way.

{Text on building: No 2}

Sal: Yeah, it’s been mothballed for, like, five years. 

Phoenix: Why is that? 

Sal: Apparently, there was some kind of bad accident. The old security lady should know all about it. She was around back then. 

Maya: Euah?    

Sal: Ehuahuahuahuah, heuahuahuah, heuaheuaheuah… 

Phoenix: Can you tell me anything more about your producer?

(Sal: Heauh…)

Sal: Her name’s Dee Vasquez. Like I said, she’s brutal…but she single handedly brought the studio back from out of the toilet. SO NO ONE EVER GOES AGAINST HER! 

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Sal: AAHAHUAH, AAHUAH, HEAHEAHEAH!  

{Caption: Producer | Dee Vasquez}

Sal: HEHEHAHAHA, hahuah, huah…

Phoenix, Maya: Uhah?

(Sal: Huah…)

Maya: Euoh…

Sal: Huah…

Phoenix: Uh…please excuse me, Miss Vasquez. My firm is defending Will Powers…and I was wondering if you could talk to us a bit about the day of the murder?

(Sal: Huah huah huah huah huah huah huah huah huah huah huah huah…)

Vasquez: Stop flapping your gums.

(Sal: Huah huah huah…)

Phoenix: Ehuah?

Vasquez: Can you not see that I’m trying to read here?

(Sal: Huah huahuahuah!)

Sal: Quiet! Or you’ll get punished too!

Phoenix’s thoughts: Definitely don’t want that.

(Maya: Auh!)

Maya: Hey, look! Check out all those movie posters!

{Text on poster #1: Lie of the Wry Samurai}

{Text on poster #2: Dynamite Samurai}

Phoenix: Yeah, and every single one of those films stars Jack Hammer. 

Maya: Awuah! I love The Dynamite Samurai!

{Text on poster #3: The Lute Samurai}

Phoenix: Lie of the Wry Samurai makes me wanna cry.

{Text on poster #4: Samurai Summer}

{Text on poster #5: The Bearded Commander}

Maya: I watched all of The Bearded Commander series!

Phoenix: Samurai Summer?

Maya: That was a good one too. A summer romance done as a samurai period drama. Beautiful! 

Phoenix: Wow. Seems Jack Hammer was a bigger star than I thought. 

Vasquez: So you’re his attorney? And you wanted to know about the day he killed Jack.

Phoenix: Uh, yeah.

Vasquez: I’m sure you probably won’t like hearing this, but at the time all that went down, nobody here could’ve made it over to Studio One.

Phoenix: And why is that? What happened?

Vasquez: The roadway was completely blocked.  

Phoenix: Eguah!

Vasquez: On your way over here. You saw it. The Forest Imp.  

Phoenix: Yes, we did. 

Maya: The poor old thing’s head fell right off. 

Vasquez: The winds were strong enough to blow that rusty monkey’s head into the road, along with several large branches. After a while, a crane was called in to move it, but that wasn’t until after three o’clock in the afternoon. It took them about an hour to clean up the mess. We were all stuck over here until the job was completed, so none of us could’ve killed Jack.   

Phoenix: But if the head had fallen over after 2:30 that afternoon, you could’ve made it over to Studio One.

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{Text on caution tape: Safety First}

Vasquez [narrating]: Each hour, the Forest Imp announces the time. “I daresay it’s 4 p.m.” and so on.

{Text on clock: 02:15}

Vasquez [narrating]: It’s also on the back of its head. The clock stopped working at 2:15.  

Phoenix: It doesn’t add up. That’s before the time of death on the autopsy. 

Maya: Which means that no one at Studio Two that day could’ve gone over and killed Hammer.

Phoenix: Ehuam…

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Oldbag: Euwah?! YOU BACKSTABBING, SPIKY-HEADED LAWY---!

(Maya: WAAAAHHH!)

Phoenix: I’m sorry! But I only said that you could’ve done it. By the way, I’m surprised to see you here so soon. 

(Oldbag: Grraaugghh…)

Oldbag: The cops took me back and made me try on the Steel Samurai suit and pose for them for quite a while! I think they enjoyed it, but it was humiliating! When they finally got it through their thick skulls that there was no way I could’ve been the one on the camera, they let me go! I won’t forget how you wronged me! If you ever come back here to talk to me about anything, you’re not going to get so much as a peep out of me!

Maya: We’ll get way more than a peep.

Oldbag: I warned you; now my silence starts in three, two, one!

Phoenix: Euh, oh, all I wanted to talk about was how awesome Jack Hammer was. 

Oldbag: Mmuhm!

Maya: Mmhm, mmhm! That Dynamite Samurai poster…it’s just so dreamy!    

Oldbag: Mm…mm! Hmm!

Phoenix: I’m more of a Bearded Commander guy.

Oldbag: Ooh, The Bearded Commander is my favorite! He was such a hunk in that one! If I could turn back the clock---yeah. To before the accident. Auah!

Phoenix: Wait, the one that happened five years ago? 

Maya: You gotta tell us everything you know!  

Oldbag: I’m sorry; I can’t do that.  

Phoenix: Please, ma’am. What is the real connection between that and Studio Two shutting down?

Oldbag: No. I said I wasn’t talking to you anymore. 

Maya: But you’ve been talking to us since you said that.

Oldbag: Well, I’m really starting in three, two, one!

Maya, Phoenix: Aah!

Oldbag: HEY!

Maya: It’s that kid! Eheaheaheah…

(Phoenix: Ehauh!)

Phoenix: Neah!

Oldbag: Wait right---uoah! Geaugh…

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Phoenix: Hey, kid! Hold it!

Cody: My name’s Cody! Don’t call me “kid”! You ever disrespect me again and you’ll taste my steel, old man! 

Phoenix: Euoh…old man?!

Maya: So anyway, you dropped this the other day. Here.

Cody: Eah!

Maya: It’s such an amazing collection! 

{Text on book: Steel Samurai Path to Glory}

Maya: Are all of them your pictures?

Cody: Yeah! You can keep it if you want. I’ve got the originals. 

Maya: For real?! Awesome! Thank you, heheheah!

Phoenix: You’re way into the Steel Samurai.

Cody: Duh! ‘Course I am. I go to all the live shows and appearances and stuff.  

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Steel Samurai [flashback]: HUAH! HUH! HEYAH! 

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Cody: And after he totally owns the bad guys, I always get a picture. Pretty sweet, don’t you think? I’ve got killer pics of every Steel Samurai victory.

Phoenix: That’s cool. You didn’t happen to get any the day of the incident, did you? You were here, right? 

Cody: Eumph… 

Maya: Eum? What’s wrong, Cody?

Cody: Yeah. I saw everything that day.  

Maya: Huah!

Phoenix: Everything? Meaning what, exactly?

Cody: I mean the Steel Samurai. I saw him killing the bad guy, obviously!

Maya: Waahah!

Phoenix: Wait! AAHUAHEHN! 

Phoenix [muffled due to the grate]: Cody!

Maya: Oh no! Let me help you!

(Phoenix: Euh! Eaugh!)

Phoenix: Would you stop pushing me, I don’t wanna drown in the freaking sewer!

(Maya: Nick, I can help you get out!

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Phoenix: So we found out who else was there that day, but it seems like none of them could have done it. I’m running out of ideas. Huahungah!

Maya: Check out what I’ve got!

(Phoenix: Huh?) 

{Text on DVD cases: The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo}

Maya: Let’s have a Steel Samurai marathon!

Phoenix: Yeah, sorry, but I’m busy.

Maya: Are you crazy?! This is all about the case! I think we might find a clue or two that’ll turn things around.

Phoenix: That’s not a bad idea. 

{Text on TV 1a: The Steel Samurai}

{Text on TV 1b: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo}

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Maya: Ehuah…please, Steel Samurai, save me…

Phoenix: I binged every last one. Anyway, I guess I need to talk to Cody again. Ehuan? Mm. Wait, hold on… 

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Cody [flashback]: After he totally owns the bad guys, I always get a picture. I’ve got killer pics of every Steel Samurai victory.

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Cody [flashback]: Yeah. I saw everything that day. I mean the Steel Samurai. I saw him killing the bad guy, obviously!

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Phoenix’s thoughts: If that’s true, something is definitely off here.  

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{Text on sign: Global Studios}

Maya: Steel! Wielding the steel of justice against evildoers!

Phoenix: Uh, you’ve disgraced me for the last, uh---AAH!

Maya: Come on! Put your heart into it! You gotta be the bad guy!

Phoenix: What’s the line? “Dance with some guy in the pale moon”…“the pale moon something”…

Cody: “The pale moon in the sky cries out for your blood”.

(Phoenix: Auh!) 

Maya: Yeah, that’s it. See, Cody knows what’s up! 

Cody: I thought that everybody knew the line.

Phoenix: Fine, I get it; I’m not cool. But I need you to tell me about something else. Yesterday, you said you saw the Steel Samurai kill the bad guy that day, didn’t you? Did you take a picture when that happened? 

Cody: Uh…

Phoenix: You told me yourself you’ve gotten every single victory of his. So that means there should be a picture of that last one. 

Cody: I deleted it.

Phoenix: Uhah!

Maya: Woah, seriously? 

Phoenix: But you snuck in here just to take one.

Cody: Uh…well, I kinda…who cares? I can do what I want.

Phoenix’s thoughts: Yeah, something is off.

Maya: Hey, so what was it like? It must have been pretty cool to see him! In real life, I mean.

Cody: Oh! Yeah, it was! But it wasn’t the first time, you know!

Maya: So awesome! I would’ve freaked out!

Cody: I actually called his name to get his attention. I think I kinda surprised him or something. But he still turned around and struck a cool pose. 

Maya: Wow! I am so jealous! Can you show me what kind of pose it was?

Cody: Yeah, he went like this and waved. 

Phoenix: Uah!

Maya: Awaaauah! Wow!  

{Caption: Hold it!}

Phoenix: HOLD IT! Hey, Cody, show me that again. And make sure it’s just like the way he did it.

Cody: Huh? He went like this.  

Phoenix: I knew it! That’s not the Steel Samurai. The Evil Magistrate does that pose.

Maya: Huh? Yeah, you’re right!

Cody: Not gonna lie, but I thought it was pretty weird that he would do that one.

Phoenix: I see.   

Maya: What? Did you just get an idea?

Phoenix’s thoughts: It’s out there, but I can’t think of any other possibility. 

Phoenix: Cody.

Cody: Uah!

Phoenix: Even though you got a one-of-a-kind picture of the Steel Samurai, you deleted it.

Cody: Eumph! 

Phoenix: And I know why. You told us that you saw him kill the bad guy that day. But actually, it was the other way around. 

Cody: Eaumph!

Maya: What do you mean? 

Phoenix: I mean that the bad guy was really the one who defeated the Steel Samurai. 

Cody: Aahuoah!

Phoenix: The Steel Samurai lost. That’s why you wanted to delete the picture. 

Cody: Heaugheaheah…eauagh…heuamph…geahgeah…

Maya: But…the Steel Samurai doesn’t lose.

Phoenix: That’s not my point. 

Maya: Huah?

Phoenix: The one who was wearing the costume when Cody saw him was not Will Powers; it was actually Jack Hammer. 

Maya: WAAAAAAHHHHH!

Phoenix: Hammer went to Powers’ room while he was sleeping and stole the Steel Samurai outfit. He put it on and walked to Studio One. Obviously, he was there when Powers sprained his ankle, so he knew he had to hobble past the gate. When Cody called out to him, it completely caught him off guard. He did do a pose for the camera, but it was the Evil Magistrate’s, out of habit. After that, the unthinkable happened. The bad guy won. He killed the Steel Samurai, which was actually Jack Hammer. 

Maya: Wahuah!

Phoenix: You saw it happen, didn’t you, Cody? You saw your favorite hero lose. That’s why you erased it and lied to us. Am I right? 

Cody: Mm! No, it can’t be true. Mmhueah! The Steel Samurai never loses! Mm! Never! AND I’LL NEVER BELIEVE IT’S TRUE!

Phoenix: Cody.

Cody: Ehuah! Yeah?

Phoenix: Why do you think the Steel Samurai never loses?

Cody: Because…he’s stronger than everyone.  

Phoenix: That’s not it.

Cody: Aahuoh!

Phoenix: You know what he always says. What is it?

Cody: Eeh, geaugh! “Wielding the steel of justice against evildoers”.

Phoenix: Yes, the steel of justice. It’s not strength alone.

Cody: Huahoh!

Phoenix: He risks his life to fight for what’s right. That’s the reason why you look up to him. So as a fan, you can’t turn your back on injustice either. 

Cody: Mm! Euh, euhgeahgeah…WEHEHEHEHEHEH! Weheauh! 

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Cody: You’re right. What really happened after I saw him was, geah, well…I followed him, but he didn’t see me, and then some bad guys showed up. Mm! The Steel Samurai went down…

Cody [flashback]: Geauaheah!

Cody: …and then he stopped moving.  

(Cody [flashback]: Geauh!)

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Phoenix: Thanks for telling the truth. 

Maya: So…did you really delete all the pictures you took?

Cody: Not all of ‘em.

Maya: Huah?

(Phoenix: Eoh?)

Cody: There’s one more left on the camera. Let me look for it.  

Maya: Really?

Cody: Yeah. Here. 

{Text on building in photo: 2}

Phoenix: Ahuah! He’s going there?

Oldbag: For justice. Huh. 

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Vasquez: What do you want? I’m rather busy. 

Phoenix: This picture was taken the afternoon of the murder. Hammer showed up here, didn’t he? Wearing the Steel Samurai costume. Yes, Hammer was killed at Studio Two. There goes your alibi. Because you were at the exact spot where he was last seen, and you couldn’t leave.  

Vasquez: Are you saying Jack Hammer walked all the way here just so he could die?

Phoenix: No, ma’am. Euh? Ahuah! Euahah! What is this? Tell me!   

Vasquez: Keep spewing this kind of nonsense, Mr. Wright…and you might end up missing court tomorrow.  

Maya: Nick, I’m getting scared. 

Gumshoe: Wait just a second, gal! 

Maya: Euahn?

(Phoenix: Hm?)

Maya, Phoenix: Detective Gumfoot?

Gumshoe: Miss Dee Vasquez. I’m here to deliver your summons for Powers’ trial tomorrow. But what exactly is going on here?

Vasquez: Well, I think you should be asking the boy lawyer here that question.

Phoenix: Boy? What?

Vasquez: Listen. No matter where Hammer was killed, it’s impossible for me to have done it.  

Maya: Why? What do you mean by that? 

Vasquez: He was run through with the Samurai Spear, was he not? There’s no way a petite woman such as myself could wield it. I could barely even lift it without a struggle.  

Phoenix: Ahuah!

Gumshoe: That is true. The weapon used in the crime was pretty dang heavy. I don’t see it happening.

Vasquez: Jack Hammer was a big star who made my studio a lot of money. Why on earth would I ever want him dead?

Phoenix: Yeah. Good question.

Vasquez: Hm. You should know if you accuse someone of murder, you should bring proof.

Phoenix: Euamph!

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Oldbag: You can’t turn your back on it. Huh. I’m sorry, Jack.

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{Text on building: No 2}

Vasquez: If you don’t have that, then you can leave.  

Phoenix: Okay. But in the courtroom tomorrow, I’ll be ready. 

Vasquez: Hm.

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{Text on screen: Ace Attorney}

Phoenix: OBJECTION!

Phoenix [narrating]: The true culprit smiles, smug with the idea that she’s too smart for justice. But no one is above the law, and I vow to wipe that smile off her face. But how? Why did Hammer have to die, and what really killed him? Was his death planned out long in advance? I will wield this steel of justice against evildoers! That’s my job as an attorney. Find the contradictions, believe in the truth! 

{Text on screen: Next Episode: Turnabout Samurai--Last Trial}    

Phoenix [narrating]: Next episode: Turnabout Samurai--Last Trial! Take that!

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Voghel Apodis

This page contains mention of cult, stalking, blood, death and use of drugs.

Danger scale: Dangerous

Key notes: Cultist, Obsessive, Religious, Creepy smile, Brainwashed

🙂Voghel’s mood🙂

Wanted poster / Interrogation / Smile tutorial

Name: Voghel Apodis

Age: 10.15 sweeps (22 y.o.)

Height: 5’3 (160 cm)

Blood colour: Jade

Wiggling day: 6 October

Symbol: Phoenix

Gender: Non-binary (They/Them)

Orientation: Bisexual

Occupation: Cultist, The True Dolorosa’s follower, Grub Caretaker (undercover)

Place of residence: Big abandoned hive on the outskirts of the city with all the members

Lusus: DadPhoenix (Big size; No longer lives with them)

Hobby: Recruiting new followers

Hemoloyalty: Despises mutants a lot

Fetch modus: Sacrifice. Sacrifice something in return for the item.

Strife specibus/Weapon: Sacrificial knife/Knife Kind

Troll Tag: consecratedCounsel [CC]

Typing quirk: Put •ᴗ• on both sides

Typing quirk example:  

[CC]: •ᴗ• Save their imperfection souls from The Dolorosa’s wrath! •ᴗ•

God Tier: Seer of Hope

Ancestor: The Preacher

Dancestor: Indica Apodis

Personality:

If you ever run into Voghel, the only advice I'll give you is...

...RUN.

Run as fast as you can because Voghel won't spare your life if you are a mutant. Voghel is a manipulating, cruel and arrogant troll whose mission is to recruit as many jades as possible, opening their eyes about mutants or as Voghel likes to call them - 'imperfection(s)'.

Voghel is a dangerous troll to be around. You can spot the creepy vibes quickly if you look at them carefully - eyes and smile are the most noticeable thing in their appearance, but, unfortunately, Voghel isn't that naive and uses mask and contact lenses to disguise themself. Even if you see them with disguise acting calm, friendly and a little bit chatty, it doesn't mean they are genuine or enjoy the conversation. Voghel is calculated and patient (sometimes depending on the situation). They put a 'mask' on their face to pretend to be approachable, to lure you into thinking they are not bad before striking you. That's how Voghel is.

Voghel doesn't trust other trolls so easily for obvious reasons and in return they can betray anyone for being useless... except, probably, other cult members.

Voghel isn't shy to get into fights, taunting and threatening other trolls. They enjoy it pretty much.

Voghel is petty, super petty and won't forget anyone who crossed their path. They'll do anything to get rid of you, so be warned if you decide to mess with them...

It's hard to throw Voghel off, but not impossible. :)

Likes:

Dolorosa’s image

Their Cult Leader

Knives and axes

Their Cult Uniform

Recruiting new followers

Biscuits with cheese

Taunting trolls

Cats

Dislikes:

Mutants

Other cults

Clown Church

Carrots

Clear mind

Doing paperwork

Getting blood on their clothes

Disrespect towards the Leader

Trivia:

Voghel had their own symbol before. After they joined the cult, they burned/forgot it as it was part of the cult's rule.

Voghel has a decent collection of knives and axes that they stored in their second room. They got the second room after the owner of this room mysteriously disappeared...

Voghel can lift around 60-80 kg in one set.

Voghel can't dance nor they can't sing.

Voghel doesn't have any spare clothes nor outfits (expect that one time or that time or other time.)

Voghel is pretty good at throwing knives and axes. They wish to visit the hatchet house at least once.

Relationships:

Matesprit - Open!

Moirail - Open!

Kismesis - Open!

Auspistice - Open!

Out of quadrants

Acquaintance - Atelie. Voghel met Atelie in one of her Art Exhibitions where her actual art was displayed. Sometimes they bring her extra limbs which Voghel couldn't dispose of. Why? Ask her.

Acquaintance - Muarae. Voghel met Muarae in the hospital where he was practicing. Sometimes they bring him extra bodies which Voghel couldn't dispose of. Why? Ask him.

Enemy - Alioth-Serpen Family. Voghel despises this family. :)

Victim - Auruma. After the incident, Voghel stalked her to find a perfect chance to kill her, but her roommate intervened.

Backstory:

Before joining the cult, Voghel lived a pretty normal life in the Brooding Caverns as a rookie (8.31 sweeps; 18 y.o.) before becoming a Grub Caretaker. They liked their job and never compalated about it.

How suddenly...

...they heard gossip about the 'organization' from one of their coworkers. The 'organization' was recruiting jades from all caverns to reveal the truth of what actually happened with one Ancestor of 12 zodiac signs. At first, Voghel wasn't interested in it, thinking it was stupid, but the more they heard about the 'organization', the more they got interested in it.

Soon enough, Voghel asked a coworker, who told them about it, how to reach this 'organization' and they happily helped Voghel to write the request to join it. Voghel was a bit hesitant, but didn't run away. They want to know what actually happened.

It didn't take long for one of 'organization's members appear in front of Voghel and gave them a handkerchief full of green balls. Something was definitely wrong with it.

It was... pills, right?

But Voghel couldn't stop listening to a troll in front of them. Something about her was... so convincing and comforting. All their questions just disappeared in their head, like she answered all their questions, but at the same time not.

They took a drug.

After that they don't remember anything, at all. They woke up in the center of the room with an axe in their hands, blood was everywhere: hands, face, axe, clothes, walls, windows and floor...

...and on the floor was a body, dead body of a troll.

Voghel felt nothing,

Why should they?

...

Voghel joined the, organization, cult after proving themself. They were still a Grub Caretaker in their own caverns, but now it was mostly undercover to not bring too much attention to themselves. Later on, Voghel was promoted to a higher rank and started recruiting new followers to the cult.

Of course, Voghel's story didn't end here as it only started...

#Dangerous Trolls #Bio

[abriefingwithmichael]

Pilot

Old Man Out, Part 1

Old Man Out, Part 2

Memory

Operation Rogosh

Odds on Evil

A Spool There Was

Fakeout

Wheels

The Ransom

Elena

Zubrovnik’s Ghost

The Trial

The Carriers

The Short Tail Spy

The Legacy

The Reluctant Dragon

The Frame

The Diamond

The Legend

The Confession

Snowball in Hell

Action!

The Train

Shock

A Cube of Sugar

The Traitor

The Psychic

The Survivors

Trek

The Bank

Operation ‘Heart’

The Slave, Part 1

The Slave, Part 2

The Widow

The Money Machine

The Seal

Sweet Charity

The Council, Part 1

The Council, Part 2

Echo of Yesterday

The Astrologer

The Photographer

The Spy

A Game of Chess

The Emerald

The Condemned

The Counterfeiter

The Town

The Killing

The Phoenix

Trial by Fury

Recovery

The Mercenaries

The Heir Apparent

The Diplomat

The Contender, Part 1

The Contender, Part 2

The Execution

The Play

The Cardinal

The Elixir

The Exchange

The Bargain

The Mind of Stefan Miklos

The Freeze

The Test Case

The System

The Glass Cage

Live Bait

Doomsday

The Bunker, Part 1

The Bunker, Part 2

Nitro

The Vault

Nicole

Illusion

The Interrogator

The Controllers, Part 1

The Controllers, Part 2

The Code

Mastermind

The Numbers Game

Commandante

Robot

Fool’s Gold

The Double Circle

Submarine

The Brothers

The Falcon, Part 1

The Falcon, Part 2

The Falcon, Part 3

Time Bomb

The Amnesiac

Chico

Terror

Gitano

Phantoms

Lover’s Knot

Orpheus

The Choice

The Crane

Death Squad

The Martyr

Butterfly

Homecoming

The Rebel

The Killer

Flip Side

My Friend, My Enemy?

The Innocent

Decoy

Flight

Hunted

The Amateur

The Catafalque

Squeeze Play

The Merchant

Cat’s Paw

The Hostage

Takeover

The Missile

Kitara

The Field

Blast

A Ghost Story

The Party

Encore

Blind

The Bride

Run for the Money

The Miracle

Mindbend

The Tram

Encounter

Shape-up

Underwater

The Visitors

The Connection

Invasion

Image

Blues

Nerves

Committed

Stone Pillow

Double Dead

Bag Woman

Casino

Trapped

Speed

Two Thousand

Underground

Leona

Break!

The Deal

Imitation

Crack-Up

TOD-5

Cocaine

The Question

Hit

Movie

Ultimatum

Kidnap

The Puppet

The Fountain

Boomerang

Incarnate

The Western

The Fighter

The Pendulum

#Mission: Impossible

[theredcuyo]

AAI3 fanfic ideas :D cuz i have no time to actually write this and like i said before Miles' gay is showing too much for this to ever happen

Is set during Apollo Justice

There is a case set in the past as a trademark from the investigations games

There is a case overseas with hobo Phoenix helping out at some point (Zheng fa cuz Lang)

There is a case where we go with Sebastian and Kay mostly

The first case is in a library

This case starts because Miles is helping Kay study for her exam, she's up to be a detective just like Gummy and then someone dies, the usual

The second one is a museum

The gang is visiting for a reason, and Kay convinces Edgeworth to do some tourism by pointing out how excited Sebastian and Gumshoe are to be overseas, and they visit a museum, Lang is here

and bam another person dies

Miles tries his best to protect his kids, but Sebastian was pointed as the major suspect, and as the case grows more and more complex, the more "that man" instances happen, every now and then Kay stoles his phone to call said man for advice because "if he knows what to do then ask him", and when he is in a particularly tight spot, Phoenix calls him from behind, having been brought by Gumshoe (Apollo is on babysitting duty)

Third one is our case in the past, in a hospital

Ending of last case leads to this memory along with the major plot in this story (like in the other games), and is mostly a case where Miles was working on a case but when he gets really close to the truth he's attacked by the real culprit and left out of commission, with someone who clearly innocent on the stand and him unable to reach the truth in time, hence the reason why he leaves the case in the hands of Sebastian and a certain man who'll act if they don't get enough evidence before trial is set

This is the moment where we see Sebastians pov

The last one is set on a cemetery

Back home, they want to question an old witness from the last case, but bam, they died while visiting someone's grave

#ace attorney #ace attorney fanfic #aai3 #aai3 ideas #aai3 fanfic #aai #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #kay faraday #sebastian debeste #narumitsu #wrightworth #implied wrightworth #well i made more on this at this point imma end up writting it #ill see if i get time for it #currently writting this while in a break from writting other fanfic #and yes i want the phoenix interrogating a cat part

[timelesstimesgoneby]

EPISODE SEASON 1 DISC 1 S01E01 PILOT 1960 S01E02 MEMORY 1960 S01E03 OLD MAN OUT (PART 1) 1960 DISC 2 S01E04 OLD MAN OUT (PART 2) 1960 S01E05 ODDS ON EVIL 1960 S01E06 WHEELS 1960 S01E07 THE RANSOM 1960 DISC 3 S01E08 A SPOOL THERE WAS 1960 S01E09 THE CARRIERS 1960 "S01E10 Zubrovnik's Ghost H 1960" "S01E11 FAKEOUT H 1960" DISC 4 S01E12 ELENA 1960 S01E13 THE SHORT TAIL STY 1960 S01E14 THE LEGACY 1960 S01E15 THE RELUCTANT DRAGON 1960 DISC 5 S01E16 THE FRAME 1960 S01E17 THE TRIAL 1960 S01E18 THE DIAMOND 1960 S01E19 THE LEGEND 1960 DISC 6 S01E20 SNOWBALL IN HELL 1960 S01E21 THE CONFESSION 1960 S01E22 ACTION! 1960 S01E23 THE TRAIN 1960 DISC 7 S01E24 SHOCK 1960 S01E25 A CODE 0F SUGAR 1960 S01E26 THE TRAITOR 1960 S01E27 THE PSYCHIC 1960 SEASON 2 DISC 1 S02E01 THE WIDOW 1960 S02E02 TREK 1960 S02E03 THE SURVIVORS 1960 S02E04  THE BANK 1960 DISC 2 S02E05 THE SLAVE (PART I) 1960 S02E06 -THE SLAVE (PART 2) 1960 S02E07 OPERATION HEART 1960 S02E08 THE MONEY MACHINE 1960 DISC 3 S02E09 THE SEAL 1960 S02E10 SWEET CHARITY 1960 S02E11 THE COUNCIL (1) 1960 S02E12 THE COUNCIL (2) 1960 DISC 4 S02E13 THE ASTROLOGER 1960 S02E14 THE ECHO OF YESTERDAY 1960 S02E15 THE PHOTOGRAPHER 1960 DISC 5 S02E16 A GAME OF CHESS 1960 S02E17 THE EMERALD 1960 S02E18 THE CONDEMNED 1960 DISC 6 S02E19 THE COUNTERFEITER 1960 "S02E20 THE TOWN C 1960" "S02E21 THE KILLING H 1960" DISC 7 S02E22 THE PHOENIX 1960 S02E23 TRIAL BY FURY 1960 S02E24 RECOVERY 1960 SEASON 3 DISC 1 S03E01 THE HEIR APPARENT 1960 S03E02 THE CONTENDER PART I 1960 S03E03 THE CONTENDER (PART 2) 1960 S03E04 THE MERCENARIES 1960 DISC 2 "S03E05 THE EXECUTION T 1960" S03E06 THE CARDINAL 1960 S03E07 THE ELIXIR 1960 THE DIPLOMAT 1960 S03E08 DISC 3 S03E09 THE PLAY 1960 S03E10 THE BARGAIN 1960 S03E11 THE FREEZE 1960 "S03E12 THE EXCHANGE T 1960" DISC 4 S03E13 THE MIND OF STEFAN MIKLOS 1960 S03E14 THE TEST CASE 1960 S03E15 THE SYSTEM 1960 S03E16 THE GLASS CAGE 1960 DISC 5 S03E17 DOOMSDAY 1960 S03E18 LIVE BAIT 1960 S03E19 THE BUNKER (PART 1) 1960 S03E20 DISC 6 S03E21 THE BUNKER (PART 2) 1960 S03E22 NITRO 1960 S03E23 NICOLE 1960 DISC 7 S03E24 THE VAULT 1960 S03E25 ILLUSION 1960 S03E26 THE INTERROGATOR 1960 SEASON 4 DISC 1 S04E01 THE CODE 1960 S04E02 NUMBERS GAME (AKA THE KEY) 1960 S04E03 THE CONTROLLER (PART 1) 1960 S04E04 THE CONTROLLER (PART 2) 1960 DISC 2 S04E05 FOOL’S GOLD 1960 S04E06 COMANDANTE 1960 S04E07 DOUBLE CIRCLE 1960 S04E08 THE SUBMARINE 1960 DISC 3 S04E09 ROBOT 1960 S04E10 MASTERMIND 1960 S04E11 THE BROTHERS 1960 S04E12 TIME BOMB 1960 DISC 4 S04E13 THE AMNESIAC 1960 S04E14 THE FALCON PART 1 1970 S04E15 THE FALCON (PART 2) 1970 S04E16 THE FALCON PART 3) 1970 DISC 5 S04E17 CHICO 1970 S04E18 GITANO (AKA TOYS) 1970 "S04E19 PHANTOMS H 1970" "S04E20 TERROR H 1970" DISC 6 S04E21 LOVER’S KNOT 1970 S04E22 ORPHEUS 1970 S04E23 THE CRANE 1970 DISC 7 S04E24 DEATH SQUAD 1970 S04E25 THE CHOICE 1970 S04E26 THE MARTYR 1970 SEASON 5 DISC 1 S05E01 THE KILLER 1970 S05E02 FLIP SIDE 1970 S05E03 THE INNOCENT 1970 S05E04 HOMECOMING 1970 DISC 2 S05E05 FIGHT 1970 S05E06 MY FRIEND MY ENEMY 1970 S05E07 BUTTERFLY 1970 S05E08 DECOY 1970 DISC 3 S05E09 THE AMATEUR 1970 S05E10 HUNTED 1970 S05E11 THE REBEL 1970 S05E12 SQUEEZE PLAY 1970 DISC 4 S05E13 THE HOSTAGE 1970 S05E14 TAKEOVER 1970 S05E15 Cat's Paw 1970 S05E16 THE MISSILE 1970 DISC 5 "S05E17 THE FIELD C 1970" S05E18 BLAST 1970 S05E19 THE CATAFALQUE 1970 DISC 6 "S05E20 A GHOST STORY H 1970" S05E21 THE PARTY 1970 S05E22 THE MARCHANT 1970 SEASON 6 DISC 1 S06E01 BLIND 1970 S06E02 ENCORE 1970 S06E03 THE TRAM 1970 S06E04 MINDHEND 1970 DISC 2 S06E05 SHAPE-UP 1970 S06E06 THE MIRACLE 1970 S06E07 ENCOUNTER 1970 S06E08 Underwater 1970 DISC 3 1970 S06E09 Invasion 1970 S06E10 Blues 1970 S06E11 The Visitors 1970 S06E12 Nerves 1970 DISC 4 1970 S06E13 Run For The Money 1970 S06E14 The Connection 1970 S06E15 The Bride 1970 S06E16 Stone Pillow 1970 DISC 5 1970 S06E17 Image 1970 S06E18 Committed 1970 S06E19 Bag Woman 1970 DISC 6 1970 S06E20 Double Dead 1970 S06E21 Casino 1970 S06E22 Trapped 1970 SEASON 7 1970 DISC 1 1970 S07E01 Break 1970 S07E02 Two Thousand 1970 S07E03 The Deal 1970 S07E04 Leona DISC 2 1970 S07E05 TOD-5 (aka The Carrier) 1970 S07E06 Cocaine 1970 S07E07 Underground 1970 S07E08 Movie 1970 DISC 3 1970 S07E09 Hit 1970 S07E010 Ultimatum 1970 S07E11 Kidnap 1970 S07E12 Crack-Up 1970 DISC 4 1970 S07E13 The Puppet 1970 S07E14 Incarnate 1970 S07E15 Boomerang 1970 S07E16 The Question 1970 DISC 5 1970 S07E17 The Fountain 1970 S07E18 The Fighter 1970 S07E19 Speed 1970 DISC 6 1970 S07E20 The Pendulum 1970 S07E21 The Western 1970 S07E22 Imitation 1970 88 DISC 1 S01E01 THE KILLER  1980 S01E02 THE SYSTEM TO SHUT DOWN 1980 S01E03 HOLOGRAMS 1980 S01E04 THE CONDEMNED 1980 DISC 2 1980 S01E05 THE LEGACY 1980 S01E06 THE WALL 1980 S01E07 THE CATTLE KING 1980 S01E08 THE PAWN 1980 DISC 3 S01E09 THE HAUNTING 1980 S01E10 THE LIONS 1980 S01E11 THE GREEK 1980 S01E12 THE FORTUNE 1980 DISC 4 S01E13 THE FIXER 1980 S01E14 SPY 1980 S01E15 THE DEVILS 1980 S01E16 THE PLAGUE 1980 [DISC 5! 1980 S01E17 REPRISAL 1980 S01E18 SUBMARINE 1980 S01E19 BAYOU 1980 89 1980 DISC 1 1980 S02E01 THE GOLDEN SERPENT PART 1 1980 S02E02 THE GOLDEN SERPENT PART 2 1980 S02E03 PRINCESS 1980 S02E04 COMMAND PERFORMANCE 1980 DISC 2 1980 S02E05 COUNTDOWN. 1980 S02E06 WAR GAMES 1980 S02E07 TARGET EARTH 1980 S02E08 THE FUHRER'S CHILDREN 1980 DISC 3 1980 S02E09 BANSHEE 1980 S02E10 FOR ART'S SAKE 1980 S02E11 DEADLY HARVEST 1980 S02E12 CARGO CULT 1980 DISC 4 1980 S02E13 THE ASSASSIN 1980 S02E14 GUNSLINGER 1980 S02E15 CHURCH BELLS IN BOGOTA 1980 S02E16 THE SANDS OF SETH 1980

[write-like-wright]

u asked for requests so im here to comply😳could you maybe do a ”should you date them” with the defense attorneys in the series?? or just generally some other characters?? bc the prosecutor one added like 20 years to my lifespan lmao. hope u have a great day!!

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Here's the sequel, just for you <33

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney defense lawyers edition

Phoenix Wright

yes, you really should

probably one of the best, if not the best, boyfriends in the series

wanna get married? husband material

wanna have kids? father material

has a tendency to casually adopt children actually, could be an issue at some point

worships you

you know how some guys brag about how they'd die for you?

Nick would unironically die for you

may even come close a few times but I'm pretty sure he's canonically invincible (eating poisoned glass and falling off a burning bridge, who?? tis' but a scratch!)

massive gossip

gets home after an investigation and immediately starts like "you won't believe what I found out about Gumshoe today"

somehow surprisingly mature and good at keeping secrets in spite of everything

has a lot of really cool friends!!! and larry

have you seen those shoulders tho?? mans built like a dorito, smashing through massive wooden doors n stuff

biggest monthly expense is hair gel

claims his hair is natural but you know better

don't be the big spoon, he will poke your eyes out

can somewhat read your mind tho? a bit off-putting but ok

marry him before Edgeworth someone else does

Mia Fey

hell yeah, dude

cool, calm, collected

has literal superpowers

successful business owner at 27!!! unironical #girlboss

went from being a lame rookie to a literal legend with her own practice and an apprentice in, like, three years

she's so smart, I fear her

has the fashion sense of a female character drawn by a cis man... oh, wait

god help whoever tries to hurt you

will literally kick their ass to hell

family-oriented

believes in second chances

took phoenix under her wing after everything, mia has the patience of a saint honestly

drops cool oneliners in everyday speech like a marvel character

curve lovers rejoice

doesn't mind being called dorky nicknames

major wife material

Diego Armando/Godot

I already covered him in my prosecutors list,, literally did not occur to me to split Diego and Godot into two lists

but to sum up, if I had to choose between the two, I'd go for Diego

i like my men like i like my coffee - tall, dark and bitter

^^ eats up pickup lines like those

Apollo Justice

Polly is such a sweet babey boy, please be nice to him

short king

low on confidence, makes up for it by being loud

*voice cracking* HE'S FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

your neighbours will hate him

such a pushover, will do anything you ask of him

sensitive boy, not afraid to cry

pretends not to be dorky - is very dorky

consumes nerdy media almost exclusively (canonically a Whovian! but Capcom can't say that)

bikes everywhere and is apparently good with a hula hoop

Polly got cake is what I'm saying

have you seen his cool street style clothes?? sk8er boi

very grounded, literally

might play around and hold your hand for comfort

won't come to visit you if you live on a high floor, sorry

cat dad!!! cat pics!!! yes!!!

about 7 different tragic backstories

new secret family member drops every week

stares at you when you speak sometimes

is he jealous of Klavier?? does he have a crush on him??? who knows but it's funny watching them interact

bicon

spends way too much time on his hair

someone please date him, he deserves some love

Athena Cykes

holy childhood trauma batman

been through a lot

total empath

if you're sad, she's sad

can kinda read your mind... why is this such a common thing in AA games?? I like my privacy

super energetic

will drag you to the gym, take you on hikes, practice wrestling moves on you...

you will always be sore but also in the best shape of your life

has minus 25 chill

incapable of keeping secrets from you

her weird goth convict uncle threatens you every once in a while

she promises he means it in a friendly way

loves europop

way too accomplished for her age, everyone in this game is so smart, help

i feel like she'd enjoy theme parks idk

date her, she's baby and she needs some TLC

Kristoph Gavin

no

he's scary

thinks he's better than you

thinks he's better than everyone

has the audacity to wear white shoes with a blue suit??? are you going to prom????? sir????

obsessed with phoenix wright to an alarming degree

perfectly manicured nails!

the kind of guy who warns you never to go into his basement

nice on the outside but it's all fake

deeply rooted issues even he's unaware of

if you like drillbit hair consider Klavier instead

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

world's biggest baby

secretly a bitch

loves to clown on people

fake it till you make it

has no clue what he's doing most of the time

very determined in spite of that

everyone loves him

so many cool friends

cries at the thought of your bare ankles

physically incapable of walking by a shop and not buying something he doesn't need

"look, i got you a gift!!" "awh, how sweet! ...what is it?" "i don't know, i'll ask Mr Sholmes when he gets home!"

good with his tongue

may be somewhat trapped in the closet

has literally zero chill

remember when he just casually chased armed robbers??

must be a family trait

Iris interrogates you about your intentions with her brother

she has a gun

you have no privacy at his place

Sholmes crashes your dates

his bromance with Kazuma sometimes drops the "b"

becomes ultra cool eventually

hop into that time machine and date Ryu's ass, but be prepared to deal with period-appropriate homoeroticism and misogyny lol

Extra little shout out to Kazuma Asogi for that one time where he was a defense lawyer for, like, an hour and a half and somehow managed to cram 50 of the horniest one-liners in the game in that very limited time. Date him.

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #mia fey #diego armando #apollo justice #athena cykes #kristoph gavin #ryunosuke naruhodo #is that everyone? #hope you like this kajfkjkanjkang #aa ramblings #headcanons #request

[awritingtree]

Never Enough (2/7)

Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N Black is back at Hogwarts after running away from her father’s, Sirius Black’s, house during the summer. The year passes by and soon it’s the end of the year, with the OWLS finished. What happens when she finds out that her father was captured by Voldemort?

Words: ~2.5k

Warnings: angst, shitty father-daughter relationship, self-deprecating thoughts.

A/N: I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW! I know there isn’t a lot of Sirius x reader interactions in this chapter. There are some indirect interactions - or lack of. But I felt it was important to have this chapter and not skip a whole year from the summer to the end of 5th year. It also allowed to me to give more insight into the reader’s feelings. And I realize some parts seem rushed but like they aren’t really that important so... This chapter was important for the entire plot I have planned because we all know what’s coming in the next chapter :) Anyways I hope you enjoy this filler chapter in the mean time xx

Series Masterlist

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The rest of your enjoyable summer back home with the Tonks flashed by and the next thing you knew, you were boarding the Hogwarts Express on September 1st. The return to Hogwarts was accompanied by a change in season, the green leaves changing colours ranging from red to orange to yellow; falling, leaving the trees bare. Following autumn came winter, which passed by just as fast. The grounds covered in soft snow, crunching beneath the feet of the various students making their way in and out of the castle.

Christmas arrived sooner than you’d thought. The white layer made the world look so pure, so peaceful. You had opted out of going home for Christmas. Any chance of actually staying home would be impossible with the Order of the Phoenix still in place at 12 Grimmauld Place. Since you hadn’t returned, you had sent Mr. Weasley a get-well-soon present on top of his Christmas gift.

So instead you had spent the holidays at Hogwarts in the company of your Slytherin friends, spending your days reading, enjoying the grand feasts in the Great Hall and catching up on some much-needed sleep. You had expected a gift, but you were left disappointed as you saw the only presents lying at the foot of your bed were from the Tonks, Ginny, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley and your Slytherin friends. Lying in bed that night, your memories took you to a time somewhere around the beginning of November.

“Ew! Could you maybe consider showering before deciding to show up in public?” Parkinson’s whiny voice entered your ears as you ventured into the Great Hall on a Saturday morning.

Your broomstick was tucked in your underarm as you tied off one end of your French-braided hair. You wore your green and silver quidditch uniform messily, having rushed out of bed from waking up late. You had decided not to take a shower beforehand, knowing you’d get filthy all over again in a matter of a few hours. The sleepiness was still visible on your face, eyes drooping with weariness.

“Piss off Parkinson. Go drool over Draco elsewhere if my appearance is bothering you so much,” you sneered, plopping down on the bench, pouring yourself some pumpkin juice.

The arrival of owls stopped Parkinson from cursing you out. You looked up to see a snowy owl make its way towards the Gryffindor table, dropping a letter into the hands of Harry Potter. Upon reading who had sent him a letter, Harry, Ron and Hermione quickly glanced your way before quickly looking away, huddling together to prevent anyone from reading whatever the letter entailed. You sighed looking down solemnly, knowing whose letter would elicit such a reaction from the trio. In this moment you had never hated the snake emblem across the area over your heart more.

You’d cried yourself to sleep that night. Not even the fact that Slytherin would finally have a chance to win the Quidditch House Cup, due to the banning of Gryffindor’s seeker and beaters, had cheered you up. 

Both of those nights you had cried yourself to sleep, beating yourself up for ever expecting, for hoping, that this time away from your father had him changing his opinion on you. You didn’t know why you still cared. You didn’t understand why you craved his love, why you hadn’t given up on having any kind of relationship with him. You didn’t know why you still cared - you shouldn’t. You hated yourself for caring; but a small part of you, the five-year old girl that cried, begging for a chance to go visit her father for a year, still existed. No matter how many times you repeatedly denied it to yourself, you seeked his approval, his love.

You had fallen asleep on both of those nights wondering what you could possibly do to be worthy of his love, wondering why you were never enough.

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Winter had come and gone in a jiffy. May brought sunshine, warmth and the blossoming of new life along with it. By now, the D.A. had been found and disbanded, the Inquisitorial squad was thriving off making every non-Slytherin’s life miserable - all because you, now, had a toad for a headmaster.

Your OWLs were coming up soon, pushing you to study more than you had ever before, distracting you from thinking about anything else.

“I don't understand why you talk to that blood traitor and mudblood.”

“Because they’re my friends, Draco,” you sighed, for what seemed like the millionth time, “And stop calling them that. It’s despicable.”

“You don’t need such friends. You have us,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, friends such as Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini? I think I’m good,” you replied, scoffing.

Draco pulled you around to face him by your upper arm.

“I’m just trying to look out for you. These times, they aren’t the best. You don’t need to risk putting yourself in danger by associating with such...” he trailed off.

“Such what?” you prompted him, encouraging him to say something he’d regret. He stayed silent, staring at you, trying to say what he couldn’t out loud through his eyes, but your irritation didn’t allow you to see past his words.

“And I don’t need you to look out for me. I don’t need anyone to look for me! I can do that very well on my own, thank you. You’re not my brother,” you exclaimed, wrenching your hand out of his grip.

A series of emotions; hurt, anger, sadness; flashed across his face - gone before you could make anything of it. Your face softened as you realized what you’d said.

“Draco, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” you apologized immediately.

Draco moved out of the way just as you were about to lay our hand on his shoulder.

“No you’re right. I’m not your brother, Y/N,” spat Draco before softening his tone, “but I see you as my sister so I will continue to look out for you, no matter how you feel about it.”

He stormed away before you could get a second to respond, leaving you staring at the spot he’d previously occupied with a mixture of feelings.

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OWLs were finished. You couldn’t believe that you were finally done. Your plan was to set off towards the Black Lake right after your last exam, lie back in the grass with your eyes closed to soak up the warmth shining down on your face. You longed to hear the sound of overlapping water from the cool breeze lulling you into a state where for the first time since last year, you’d feel a sense of peace and quiet.

But it seemed the universe hated the idea of you relaxing, which is why you were currently in Umbridge’s - Umbitch as you liked to call her - with the rest of the Inquisitorial squad along with a few former D.A. members. You were all waiting on Professor Snape to make his way to office, upon Umbridge’s order request. In addition to the purrs of the many cat pictures hanging on the horrid pink walls, the office was filled with the sounds of D.A. members trying to pull away from the Inquisitorial Squad’s grips.

“You wanted to see me, Headmistress?” asked Professor Snape entering the room as he eyed the struggling students, unconcerned.

Umbridge stood up smiling widely, almost cynically, “Yes. I would like a bottle of Veritaserum. I wish to interrogate Mr. Potter here.”

“You used up the last of the Veritaserum I had on your previous interrogation with Potter. Surely you didn’t use it all?”

“I’m sure you can make some more,” Umbridge replied with an overly sweet smile that made you want to vomit from the sight of it.

“Unless you wish to poison him - I have the greatest sympathy if you do - I can’t help you, not until it’s ready after a month,” Professor Snape said as he looked towards Harry.

Harry’s face scrunched up, seeming to concentrate on communicating something to Snape but his attempt was futile.

“You’re on probation! You’re deliberately being unhelpful. Now get out of my office!” shrieked Umbridge.

Snape blankly looked at her unbothered before turning to head out of the door.

“He’s got Padfoot! He’s got Padfoot at the place where it’s hidden!”

You felt like you had just been drenched in ice cold water at Harry’s shouts.

‘He? Who is he? It had to be Voldemort. Who else could have Harry in such a terrified state? But no, it couldn’t be possible,’ you thought. 

Ginny’s wince brought you out of your spiralizing thoughts. You loosened your tightening grip on her hand, too panic-stricken to mutter an apology. Your wide eyes drifted from Harry to Professor Snape.

“Padfoot?” exclaimed Umbridge, “What is Padfoot? Where what is hidden? Snape, what do you know about this?”

Snape turned back around to face Harry. His face was unreadable. You just hoped he would get some help, that he understood what Harry was shouting about.

“I have no idea,” he drawled, “Potter is speaking nonsense.”

You watched him walk out the door. Your palms had started to shake and sweat, everything drowned out. The only thing you could concentrate on was Snape, hoping he would give away any sign that he understood, he was going to do something. For once it seemed the universe had your back because just before he shut the door, his eyes made contact with yours as he moved his head, his nod bare visible. Relief flowed through your nerves; help was on the way.

You tuned into the conversation when you heard Hermione’s shrieks, “No! Professor- that’s illegal.”

Umbridge paid no mind to Hermione, raising her wand at Harry. Your hands clenched around your wand, preparing to take any action if needed as Hermione tried to convince Umbridge to stop.

“What Cornelius doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Umbridge said, “Cruc-”

“NO!” your shout was drowned out by Hermione’s.

“Harry, we- we have to tell her,” she cried.

“It seems little Miss Question-all is going to give us some answers! Go on, then,” said Umbridge, triumphantly.

You stared at Hermione questionably. What was she doing? She couldn’t tell that toad anything. The Ministry would surely get your father and then- you didn’t want to think what would happen if they got their hands on him.

“He was trying to speak to Professor Dumbledore,” Hermione said in between her cries.

You felt Ginny tense in your grip in surprise as you suppressed the urge to sigh out loud in relief. Your eyes drifted around the room trying to think of a way to get yourself out of this situation and to Professor Snape. You needed to find a way to leave and help. You think you heard Hermione tell Umbridge about some weapon Dumbledore left in the forbidden forest in between your racing thoughts. You found the perfect opportunity as Umbridge headed out the door with Hermione and Harry. As soon as their footsteps could no longer be heard, all hell broke loose.

Ron slammed his head back into Warrington’s nose. You let go of Ginny, moving to get Crabbe off of Neville Longbottom, as she moved to go help Luna.

“Stupefy!” you yelled, pointing your wand towards Crabbe. You rushed to Neville, crouching down next to him as he caught his breath, “You okay?”

Neville weakly nodded. Satisfied with his nod, you got up to go help the rest. You felt Draco look at you, betrayed that you were helping the others, right before Ginny got him with the Bat-Bogey Hex. You felt a curse fly by you, grazing your cheek as someone pushed you to the side. Blood trickled down your cheek, dripping down staining your robes.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing, Ginny!? She’s one of them!” yelled Ron.

“No she’s not. She-”

“What do you mean? You see that badge, right? You do remember when she was holding you hostage right now? How about all the time she spent trying to catch the D.A.?” he rambled.

Ginny rolled her eyes exasperated, “Oh stop being so dramatic and listen. She’s not one of them. She’s been helping us all along. Why do you think no one patrolled near the seventh-floor corridor on the days we had a D.A. meeting?”

Ron shifted his eyes from Ginny, whose cheek had long scratches much like yours, to you before returning back to his sister, “That’s a load of codswallop.”

“We don’t have the time for this; We need to get going,” you said, impatiently. You did not have the time to convince anyone on whose side you were on. Your father could be dead by now for all you knew, and you had no clue how quick the Order would be informed to make their way towards wherever he was captured.

Ron opened his mouth, preparing to spew out an argument, “I’m sorry. We-”

“Look. Voldemort has my father right now and Salazar knows what he’s doing to him. No matter what has happened, he is my father. And you are not as smart as I give you credit for if you for a second think, I am not coming with you lot.”

“She’s right. We should get going. We’re wasting time,” Neville spoke up.

Ron looked between Ginny, Neville and you before begrudgingly agreeing.

You all quickly made your way out of the castle and towards the Forbidden Forest. You bumped into Harry and Hermione on your way there.

“How’d you get away?” asked Harry, surprised.

“Couple of hexes. Neville threw a good Impediment Jinx. Though, Ginny was the best, she got Malfoy good with a Bat-Bogey Hex. Anyway, what’ve you done with Umbridge?” replied Ron.

“Carried away by a herd of centaurs.”

“They left you behind?” asked a shocked Ginny.

“No, they got chased off by Grawp.”

“Whose Grawp?” questioned Luna, intrigued.

“Hagrid’s little brother,” explained Hermione.

“Never mind that!” interrupted Ron, “What did you find out in the fire? Does You-Know-Who have Sirius or-?”

“Yes” said Harry, “I’m sure Sirius is still alive but I’m not sure how to get there to help him.”

Everyone fell silent, the situation looking hopeless.

“What’s she doing here?” Harry asked, his eyes finally landing on you.

“He’s my father, Harry. Did you really think I was going to let you go alone?” you said, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Why? It’s not like you’ve cared before,” he retaliated causing rage to consume you at his unfiltered and forward words.

‘How dare he say that? I haven’t cared!?’

You opened your mouth to rebuttal, ready to release your wrath on the boy looking at you accusingly before Luna chimed in, paying no attention to the tension in the air.

“Well, we’ll have to fly, won’t we?”

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Whump drabbles — Separated for Mac & Jack ☺️

Hope this one is good ;) 

Alina Chernyshevsky was a Russian scientist working at a lab in LA, on a scholarship who was kidnapped by a rogue crime group almost a week ago. The Phoenix was tasked with recovering her and capturing any of the members of the group they could find. It turned out that the son of a banker, the daughter of a businessman and the brother and sister, the kids of one of the most powerful Romanian crime groups had one thing in common. They wanted to get out from under the shadow that their parents put them in. So they formed their own union, and thanks to the ties Andrei Bogdan, their leader, had from his father's world, they quickly made their way up in the underground dark world. Climbing up the ladders, they did the odd jobs here and there, hits on important people for hire, and it was based on their combined knowledge of the finances, the system and the law, that they stayed undetected and under the radar for so long. Until Alina discovered some sample or another in the lab that was brought for testing and she made herself a target and was kidnapped in broad daylight. 

When the search for her didn't yield results, the team stepped in to try and find her. And if their intel and the search that Riley did on the dark web was correct, they were on their way to rescue her. 

Mac and Jack split up to cover more ground while Riley provided tech support from the van as a TAC team was securing the place. 

It happened all of a sudden. Mac found Alina. She was locked in a room with a see-through door and there was someone inside the room with her. It looked a lot like Andrei and Mac had a split of the second to decide what to do before someone put a gun to his neck and punched the digits to the lock. The door opened with a whoosh, sliding to the left and Andrei approached Mac and whoever was pointing a gun at him. 

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Who are you and what are you doing on my premises?” 

Mac stared at Andrei. At 6'2'' he was taller than Mac and bulkier, so he towered easily over him. But Mac held his ground and the guy's look. He wasn't going to give in to the fear. 

“You must be here for our beautiful friend here, no? I doubt you got lost out here by yourself… Tell me, pretty boy, is there someone else with you here?” 

Mac tried not to flinch at the pretty boy comment, but was unsuccessful. 

Andrei noticed. 

“Aww, don't tell me no one has called you pretty before… because you are. Now, where were we. Ah, our friend. I assume you are here for her?” 

Mac still didn't say a word and watched with a bored look. At least he hoped it looked bored. 

“I've been into business since before you were born, boy, so I suggest you start talking. Or I'll make you talk.”

The suggestive once over Andrei gave him made Mac feel nauseated. The indication of how exactly Andrei planned to make him talk… 

“If you won't talk, I will continue talking with my friend Alina here. Sonja, take him to another holding cell.” 

Those last words were spoken on Romanian and thanks to Mac learning a brief and short course in Romanian he was able to understand. 

"Wait. Wait. I… I'm here to trade myself for her. Our government wants her. And they are willing to make the exchange. Me for her."

Mac could see Alina's surprise. It wasn't like she knew that he was bluffing, but if he could get her out… then maybe Jack was right behind him to help. Mac could do that. He could stall. 

Andrei seemed to consider the trade and then he nodded and motioned for the guy… or rather the woman who was holding him at gunpoint, to grab Alina. 

"Very well, you will get what you want. You in exchange for her. Now that she is out of our way… what are you offering in return?"

Mac gulped. This wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to get her out and then… then what? 

Think, genius, think! 

Where was Jack? 

As if on cue there were sounds outside in the hall of flesh hitting flesh and Mac sighed in relief. But it was short lived because before he knew what was happening, Andrei was shoving a butterfly knife to his side. 

"As much as I like to have fun with you, I'm sure you'll prove yourself quite useful…" Andrei let his gaze linger on Mac's body, driving the knife deeper, "I must go. La revedere, dragul meu." 

In a flash, Andrei was gone and the door closed behind him. Mac realized what was going to happen when he saw Andrei use the same knife he stabbed him with, to jam the key code panel and thus effectively locking him inside. 

He looked at the wound in his side, it was deep and already soaked the side of his shirt and jeans. Wearing white shirt didn't work well with the blood, and Mac knew Jack would panic when he saw it. 

Mac pressed against the wound with both hands, as hard as he could. It stung and it hurt, making him yelp and twist in pain. 

He heard footsteps and could see that Riley and Jack were coming to him. 

Riley was the one who saw him first and she couldn't hold the gasp that escaped her lips. That in turn alerted Jack who was staring at the ruined panel. And then Jack saw him. 

…

There were so many times Jack got scared for his life early into getting in the Army and then the CIA. But as time went by and he saw close combat, came in touch with death and cheated it, he became sort of immune to all the talk about mortality and death and most of all fear. He made peace with himself that at one point he'd die, sooner rather than later. But that didn't make it any easier when he acquired the kids. He was in a desperate need to stay alive. He wanted to be there for them, and dying would defy that purpose. 

Right now the bone deep fear he felt was not for himself, but for Mac, who was bleeding from somewhere in the general direction of his left side. If Jack had to guess, it was from a stab wound. 

Currently he stared daggers at the little knife standing out of the ruined panel. Mac was locked in. And Jack didn't know how to get in. 

"Jack…" Mac gasped then and Jack's attention got diverted to Mac. 

"Hey, Mac." 

"I'm sorry…" 

"What are you sorry for?"

"For getting stabbed." 

Jack felt a stab of fear go through his heart at those words. 

"Oh kiddo, it's okay. Not your fault. We'll get you out." 

Jack could see that Mac wasn't convinced of it, but Jack had to make sure Mac didn't lose hope. They would find a way out. 

Jack already checked the door and while it looked like it was made of glass, Jack had seen enough to know it was reinforced, and he didn't want to risk putting a hole in Mac while trying to shoot at the glass. 

The panel was jammed, and even if Jack pulled the knife out, the circuit board was shot to hell. At least, Jack thought so. 

Riley was typing on her laptop furiously fast and Jack could see that she was just as worried for Mac as Jack was. With the corner of his eye, Jack noticed that Mac was now sitting on the floor, head leaned against the glass door. The shirt was soaked now and Jack wanted to scream. 

"Hey, Mac, talk to me buddy? How is it looking?" 

"I'll live. I hope." 

Jack cringed at the sound of those words, but Mac wasn't far off how it looked, so for him to say that… Jack figured that it must feel even worse than it looked. 

"It's going to be okay. We're working on getting you out. Ri?" 

"I can't hack this Jack. I am trying to access it remotely, but the knife must have hit the main motherboard. Sorry." 

Riley sounded dejected, but Jack refused to give up.

"How long till we get a team to get those guys into custody?" 

"Thirty minutes." 

"Get me the closest hospital and tell Matty to clear things with them. We need them to have someone on standby for when we get Mac out." 

"Jack…" 

"Yes, buddy." 

"It hurts…" 

Jack hated to see how Mac looked even paler than he was. What he hated even more was that greyish tint his skin was getting. They really had to get him out of there. 

"Look at me, bud. Mac?" 

Mac took a few seconds too long to look at Jack and Jack did the first thing his heart told him to. He put his palm up against the glass, and waited until Mac got his palm mimicking Jack's. 

"I know I'm not there with you, but I'm here, boss. I'm here. I ain't goin' anywhere until you get out of there, okay?" 

Mac nodded, getting weaker. 

Jack took a look around the room and except for two chairs and some ropes that were lying haphazardly Mac was the only thing or person inside. He was out of commission for the time being. Until something came to Jack. 

"Hey, Mac?" 

"Mhm?"

"Remember when Patty locked you in the interrogation room for your own safety. When Murdoc was hired to take you out?" 

"I do." 

"You think we can try and do the same thing here? With the code and the wires?"

Jack could see Mac lifting his head slowly. He had both his hands pressed against the wound now and Jack was left staring at the bloody imprint where Mac's hand was before. But Mac seemed to perk up at the mention of a possible plan. Nevermind how far-fetched it sounded or how it may not even work… Jack was desperate enough to try. 

"I… I don't know if there's enough circuit connected to the wires…  To the wires." 

Mac sounded winded, and that last part was whispered before he said it louder, and that was all the motivation Jack needed to go through with this plan.

"It's worth a try. Did you see the combination on your way in?" 

Mac nodded and as Jack worked around in trying to locate the wires and pry the cables off of the secured posts, Mac did that on his end as well. Thankfully they didn't take his SAK or paperclips, so with a little bit of a push, they both started working on the wires. 

When five minutes later the door opened with a whoosh and Jack rushed to get to Mac, it was all the relief he could feel before he had an armful of his kid, unconscious. 

Jack looked up and pleaded for one more miracle. 

…

Mac slowly came to the beeping of monitors and the standard hospital smell of disinfectant, meds and industrial bleach cleaner. Not to mention the scratchy gown and the crinkle of the pillow under his head. 

He slowly raised his hand that wasn't connected to an IV to touch his face and found he had a nasal cannula attached. There was something warm around his other hand and with a little bit of effort he turned his head and found Jack holding his hand, and sleeping with his head propped on his forearm. 

Mac was too tired to keep his eyes open so he gently squeezed Jack's hand and went back to sleep.

The next few times he woke up were a mix of doctors and nurses asking him questions, his vitals being taken, and after the third time he actually managed to stay awake for longer, they decided to transfer him to a regular room. 

Jack was there every step of the way, fussing over him, adjusting the pillows just as Mac wanted them, pulling the blanket higher, and generally just being a fussy parent. 

Mac took it because he knew how worried Jack was and Mac secretly loved when Jack fussed over him. 

Once the doctor left the room, Jack took his usual place at Mac's bedside and Mac relaxed more in the fluffed up pillows. 

"Hey, it's good to have you back, sleepy head." 

"It's good to be back." Mac grinned. 

"Oh, they've got you on the good drugs, huh? You are grinning." 

"Maybe I'm just a little bit high." 

"Only maybe a little?"

Mac burst in a fit of giggles and it took him a while to get himself under control. 

"You scared me, kid. Don't do this to me again, okay?" 

Mac solemnly nodded, fully knowing he'd do it again. But it was all he could offer to Jack now. And it was enough for them both. 

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The girl of the 12, Grimmauld Place

Hey guys! Here is a Fred imagine!

I have to say I’m quite proud of this one, it’s a bit longer than what I’m used to but I really like it. Plus I’ve discovered I’m a sucker for Wolfstar in the role of the protective fathers and it gave me another idea. I don’t know yet if it will be a series or just very long but I can ensure you our dear Sirius and Remus will be there! (and it will be angsty but you don’t need to know it right now)

I guess I can say there’s a light mention of sex but really nothing shocking.

Anyway as usual feel free to give me feedbacks, and I hope you’ll enjoy!

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The night was cold for a June night. The skin of my arm was bare but the occasional goosebumps were nothing compared to my tremors of fear. I was holding firmly my wand, in fact, I held it as if my life depended on it. Which was truer than ever. 

A few hours earlier, my life was totally normal. Well, as normal as it could be for the daughter of two members of the American part of the Order of the Phoenix obsessed with revenge. My parents were both locked in an office arranged especially for whatever concerned the former Death Eaters, probably mumbling incoherent things they were the only ones to understand, and I was in my room, staring into emptiness while daydreaming about futile things when everything had begun. I didn’t know when the Death Eaters had intruded our house, nor did I know how they had managed to do it, but I had understood something was wrong the moment my father had screamed. I had quickly grabbed my wand and made my way downstairs, having good sense enough to stay hidden despite my fear. The four men hadn’t had any difficulty to kill both my parents, and I had heard one of them shouting the others to come upstairs find me. My heartbeat had increased at an incredibly speed and I had done the first thing I had thought about: getting out by the window. With a wave of my wand, I had freed the tiny bird my parents kept in a little cage in case of emergency (“It will know where to go if something bad happens.” My father had assured me.) 

And now, I was walking at a constant speed, always glancing above my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t followed and cursing because I was unable to apparate. I had been raised like a soldier, yet my parents had never thought it would be useful for me to be able to apparate. I groaned and turned in another empty street of the neighborhood without history of the suburbs around New-York. The neighbors would gossip for sure. 

A cat ran between my legs and I jumped, ready to cast a spell. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what the bird would do, and I didn’t know what the Death Eaters would do. It was a lot of unknown. Suddenly, I heard a pretty melody. Looking up, I saw the red bird I had freed half an hour earlier. It landed on my shoulder, repeating once more its song, and vanished as quickly as it had came. Roughly three seconds later, I heard a soft pop and Remus Lupin was standing in front of me. 

Remus was the only British I knew. My parents had been close to him and his friends - the Marauders, if I remembered correctly - one of them being my mother’s half brother. It was her favourite tragic story to tell, how her beloved Peter along with James and Lily Potter had been betrayed by this awful Sirius Black. Remus was the only one who had bothered to come in America to see my parents and me, and I had seen him a few times in my life. He had always seemed quite sick and tired, but it was nothing compared to what he looked like tonight. I glanced at the sky - yes, almost the full moon. I knew about Remus’ secret, he had told me about it when I had asked him why he had scars when I was seven. I had never been afraid of him, he was the only one I could consider like a friend. 

“Y/N, what happened?” 

His voice was quiet, and he grabbed my arm. 

“My parents are dead. Death Eaters. How is it possible?” 

Remus groaned. In a few words, he managed to explain me what had happened in England the day before. It looked like the 24th of June would stay in the world’s memory as the day He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned. 

A few hours passed - the time for Remus to summon a Portkey and contact Albus Dumbledore with a bird like the tiny red one. I was now in front of the safest place for me, in Remus’ words. 

“Welcome to the Order Headquarters, Y/N.”

The 12, Grimmauld Place was quite a strange house. Its facade was completely run-down and the windows were dirty. I had imagined a lot of things for the Order of the Phoenix, but not this. Remus had told me about the Secret Keeper, that it was protected with strong spells, but after entering, I was pretty sure it was useless. Who would approach these giant cobwebs and this awful portrait screaming whereas I had just hit the umbrella stand? 

I followed Remus in a long corridor and he gently pushed me into a big living-room. Three persons were here, but I only recognized one: Sirius Black. I groaned and narrowed my eyes. My mother had told me a lot about him, how he was the biggest git at school, how is family was the typical pure-blood-and-proud-to-be family, how is own brother had been a Death Eater. I had learnt to hate him just because my parents did. He had massacred Peter and was the very first one to breakout from Azkaban. 

“Y/N, we have a lot to explain you.” murmured Remus. He was looking carefully at me, maybe he feared I would explode or worse - cry in front of them. “But I guess it can wait if you want.”

“No, I want to know everything.” My voice was secure, without an ounce of sadness. It obviously surprised him. “You know I had never been really close to them.” 

Remus nodded.

“In a first time, let me introduce you to Alastor Moody,” a scary man with a magical eye nodded abruptly, “Nymphadora Tonks -”

“Just Tonks.” She had bright pink hair and smiled softly at me.

“And Sirius Black. No, he’s not a murderer.” Remus added quickly. “As I said, we have a lot to explain.” 

Long story short, Peter was the git of the story. He had betrayed James and Lily Potter, condemning them to death, before fleeing. Sirius had tried to kill him, yes, but he had failed, and the coward had faked his own death. He was the one to help He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, it was because of him he was back, and probably because of him my parents were dead. Quite ironical, wasn’t it? Then he had processed to explain what had happened during the Triwizard Tournament, and now, Remus had finished his story, and I felt four pairs of eyes on me. 

“That doesn’t explain why they have killed my parents.” I said. 

“I guess they haven’t been as discreet as they thought. Now that You-know-who is back, maybe his followers will feel free to attack everyone who’s against them.” suggested Remus. 

“Anyway, you’re safe here, Y/N.” said Sirius. I nodded and yawned. “Let me show you your room.” 

I followed him without a word. He gestured me to stay silent in the corridor, obviously not wanting to wake the portrait up. We climbed the stairs, ran into an ugly house elf and finally reached a room I could actually sleep in. 

“I guess your parents have only told you what an abominable man I am.” 

I nodded. 

“You know, Y/N, back at Hogwarts, I really liked your parents.” Sirius’ voice was strangely emotional. “I remember when they had announced they would be parents. Yes, I’ve seen you when you were just a baby. In fact, I have seen you regularly during two years, until… Their death.” His eyes darkened. “I won’t tell you I’m sorry, I know what you’re feeling. I’ve never really liked my family, you know. I’m nothing like them. I just wanted you to know it.” 

Sirius turned his heels. I decided I trusted him.

“Sirius?” He turned toward me, clearly surprised. “One day, do you think you and Remus could tell me some stories about your Hogwarts years? It seems pretty fun.”

He smiled, and for a brief moment, I saw a younger man. A man whose life hadn’t been destroyed unfairly. 

Thinking my life in England would be more entertaining than it was in America was undoubtedly a big mistake. Indeed, the next morning, I was eating some eggs when Alastor Moody arrived while muttering. It seemed to be his only way to communicate, and I was almost surprised to hear a true sentence. 

“Look at that.”

He threw a newspaper on the table in front of me. A photography occupied the front page. It showed a girl that looked vaguely like me, but her hair were longer than mine, her face was rounder and her teeth - God, it was horrible. Above the photo, a title in bold caught my eyes: Y/N Y/L/N, a dangerous murderer. Underneath that was written Reward for whoever give us her localisation. It was ridiculous. I quickly scanned the article. Killer. Muggles and children. Psychopath. 

“What the hell is that?”

Remus was behind me, his eyes fixed on the photo. 

“I think it’s the proof we were looking for.” answered Moody. In front of my interrogative look, he added: “We know for sure the Ministry is infiltrated.” 

I had spent my first week here hidden in a room, only joining the others when I was hungry or when someone dragged my downstairs. I was in the same boat as Sirius now, wanted for something I had never done and forced to stay in this horrible house. I was pretty sure I would kill someone if I heard once more the portrait of Sirius’ mother screaming me insults.

I was currently in the same room as Buckbeak, a beautiful hippogriff, when my stomach started to rumble. I decided to sneak into the kitchen, hoping I wouldn’t run into Kreacher, the ugly house elf. I tried my best to be quiet and I was on the verge of entering the kitchen when I heard my name in a conversation. 

“Sirius, have you seen Y/N today?” It was Remus. He had been really worried about me since my arrival, and he didn’t like me being alone all the time. I guessed he didn’t want to force me, maybe he thought I needed time. It wasn’t totally a lie.

“Who is Y/N?” I didn’t know the woman who had spoke. 

“The Y/L/N’s daughter.” answered Sirius. “They are dead.”

The woman gasped. 

“The poor girl! And you let her alone?”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t need anyone to worry about me, thanks. I showed myself, passing in front of a plump woman with ginger hair. I ignored everyone, grabbed some sandwiches on the table and left without a word. I thought I could join Buck’s room without seeing anyone, and I groaned loudly when I came face to face with three boys and a girl, all of them having the same ginger hair as the woman in the kitchen. Two of them were twins. 

“Look who’s also in this fantastic house!” It was one of the twins. “Why is a cutie like you here?” 

His face when I forced my way between him and his twin without answering was priceless. I quickly gained Buckbeak’s room and enjoyed the silence. Two hours later, the door opened and Sirius sat next to me. 

“Our guests are quite offended,” he laughed. “Fred wants you to think he’s blubbering right now. If you want my opinion, he wants your attention.”

“How long are they gonna stay?”

“Until September.” 

I groaned, and Sirius chuckled. He patted my shoulder, telling me diner would be ready soon, and left. I sighed, I knew I didn’t have the choice. I left the room and came downstairs. The kitchen was way more animated than usual. The woman I had seen earlier was there, preparing something that smelled really good, along with her children. Sirius was talking with Remus and Mad-Eye Moody while Nymphadora Tonks - who wanted to be called just Tonks - was listening to a man with ginger hair - again? I caught a glimpse of the twins standing in the corner of the kitchen. It looked like they didn’t want anyone to interrupt, so I walked straight toward them. 

“I thought you were crying like a baby because of me.” 

One of the twins smirked. He was slightly smaller than his brother, and I was pretty sure he was Fred. 

“Why, love, were you worried?”

“No, darling, I just wanted to tell you that you look cute when you’re offended.”

He laughed frankly, and a sparkle appeared in his eyes. I had to admit he was quite cute when he laughed too. 

“I’m Fred, and this is George.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

Fred and George exchanged a surprised look. 

“Don’t ask: yes, I’m a dangerous murderer and yes, if you bother me, I’ll kill you.”

I turned the heels and sat next to Remus without hearing Fred mumbling “I like her.” 

The next day, the woman with ginger hair, Molly Weasley, came in my room and woke me up. 

“Hello dear, how did you sleep?”

“Well, thank you Mrs Weasley.” She scoffed, not wanting me to call her that. I had understood that quite well after the fiftieth time she had told me so the previous day, but what do you want, old habits die hard. 

“Sirius wanted me to tell you he needs to see you.” 

I nodded in agreement and quickly put on a jumper, it was an unusually cold morning. I followed her downstairs and ran into Fred and George. They were arguing with their father. 

“Why can’t we stay? We’re adults now!” protested George. 

“Because your mother thinks you’re still too young. Don’t argue, George, you neither, Fred, and go to your room!”

They sighed a bit too loud for it to be natural and finally left the living-room where the meeting would take place. Fred winked at me and followed his brother. When I entered the room, I came face to face with a man I had never seen before. He was wearing a black robe and had oily black hair, but what I saw first was his big crooked nose. We looked at each other a few seconds and I looked away only when Sirius coughed. He put an arm around my shoulder and dragged me away, not without glaring at the man. I couldn’t help but notice two things: first, a true hatred had arisen from the man as soon as Sirius had arrived, second, Sirius had stood straighter and lifted his chin. 

“It’s Severus Snape.” he murmured me. “A total creep.” 

“Why aren’t you besties then?” I smirked. 

“I’m afraid my hair will become like his if I stay next to him for too long.” 

I rolled my eyes. However, my smile faded when I saw how worried Remus looked. He was frowning and his grin seemed a bit too forced when he saw me. 

“Y/N, how are you?” His tone was too cheerful. Yep, something was wrong. 

“I could ask you the same question.” I eyed him suspiciously. He promptly looked away. 

I asked Sirius what was happening and he shrugged. Now that I thought about it, Molly had seemed worried too, but she was nowhere to be seen. A regular noise indicated me Mad-Eye was approaching. 

“Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” I nodded. “Soon we will send you back to America for a mission. You don’t have to know the details for now. I will talk to you about it later.”

Even if a lump was forming in my throat, I nodded once more and hurriedly headed toward the door to leave the living-room. No one followed me; the meeting had probably begun and that meant I wasn’t needed anymore. I was on the verge of running upstairs when I stop dead in my tracks. You’re going crazy my dear Y/N. An ear was floating in the air. I saw it rising, my mouth wide open, when I heard muffled voices from upstairs. Sighing and rolling my eyes - it was another of my bad habits - I dragged myself to my room. I stopped when I heard Fred’s voice. 

“Y/N has the right to stay for the meetings,” he mumbled. “I wonder why she can and not us.”

“Because her parents didn’t forbid her to.” I had never heard this voice. Maybe it was from the twins’ brother. 

“Have you seen them? Her parents?” It was a girl voice, probably their sister. 

“No, you’re right. You know what, maybe we can ask her to tell us what happens in the meetings?”

“Yes, Ron, obviously no one has told her not to tell anything.” It was George. 

“I’m sure we can make her talk.” Fred’s voice was now cheerful. “I’m sure with a little Tickling Charm -”

I decided to open the door. Clearly surprised, the four siblings turned simultaneously their heads toward me. Their mouths were slightly opened, they looked like fishes. Stupid fishes, might I add. 

“It wouldn’t work Fred, I hate tickles.”

“What a shame.” he replied. “Are you here to tell us everything you know?”

“No way.” I saw the boy who had to be Ron frowning. “I’m here to tell you to be more careful when you try to spy on the meetings. I’ve seen the ear.”

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea!” hissed the girl.

“Don’t worry, I’m the only one.” I add. I winked at Fred, quite happy to see him smile at me, and I left. 

“Wait!” 

I let the door of my room open and sat on my bed, looking curiously at Fred. He passed an hand in his hair, ruffling it a bit, and joined me. 

“You seem upset.” 

It wasn’t a question, and I didn’t deny. Of course I was upset. I didn’t want to go back to America. I hated this country and I hated the memories I had there.

“Why do you think I’m upset?”

“Your eyes seem darker, and your smile isn’t the same either.” 

It was scary, how well he could understand me. It was the very first time someone saw through my armor, and I wasn’t sure how I had to react. 

“You can trust me.” Fred added softly. 

“They want me to go back to America for a mission but…”

“You don’t want to, right?”

I nodded. Fred slowly put an arm around my shoulder and, seeing I didn’t push him away, he pulled me against him. I enjoyed this embrace and after a few moments, I put my arms around him. None of us talked or moved, we were just melting in this hug. 

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He murmured in my ear. I sighed sadly. 

“I don’t have the choice.”

“Or you murder everyone.” His tone was playful and when I raised an eyebrow at him, he pretended to be deadly serious. “No one could force to go anywhere.”

“That means I would have to murder you too, right?” 

“You wouldn’t do that.” He seemed pretty confident. 

“And why?”

“I bet you’re a little angel behind this facade of sarcasm.”

After this day, I grew closer to the Weasley siblings, but I had something way more special with Fred. He just seemed to know me perfectly even though we knew each other for barely two weeks. Molly was lovely with me, but I wasn’t sure it was because of my friendship with her children. She acted like a mother to me, and I had to admit it was new for me. My own mother had never been particularly tender or loving with me, neither had been my father. Our interaction consisted in homeschooling and training with plenty of spells, along with the history of the Order and of course, the life of Peter Pettigrew. That was it. I had never really left the house I had grown in, and the only person other than my parents I knew back there was Remus. 

That’s why having a family as loud and joyous as the Weasley family was strange, but I couldn’t say it displeased me. The only thing bothering me in this new life was the Weasley siblings’ obsession with what happened during the meetings. I hadn’t had news about my mission yet, but I had to stay to describe the surroundings of my house and how was the American part of the Order. 

However, I never assisted to the meetings until their ends, and when I had to leave the living-room, I usually joined Fred, George, Ginny and Ron in the twins’ room. Today was no exception: Molly had hurriedly gestured me toward the door - she didn’t like at all my implication in the meetings - and I quickly climbed the stairs. When I opened the door, I immediately felt Fred’s look on me. 

“It was an important meeting today, wasn’t it?” 

“Yes, it was, and no, you won’t know anything.” 

He sighed and I mimicked him. He was cute and kind, and very funny, but he was also irritating as fuck when he wanted to. 

“Why won’t you say anything?” It was George. “We need to know.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” I replied. “And your mother would kill me if I even told you on which chair Moody sits.” 

“We don’t care about Mum!” Ginny lost her temper. “This is too important, we need to know everything Y/N! Why can’t you understand this?”

“Why can’t you understand Molly wants to protect you?” I felt my blood boiling in my veins, not a good sign. “She loves you. You can’t blame her for loving you, you don’t have the right!” I had screamed the last words and the four ginger heads in front of me stared at me in shock. I didn’t know why, but I felt like the next article about me in the Daily Prophet would be perfectly justified. “Why do you want so badly to know?” My voice was quieter. “These people I see during the meetings, each member of the Order, everyone is threatened. You know what happened to my parents, right?” Their guilty looks gave me my answer. “As soon as the war will start, we will be on the front line, maybe all of us will die. Why would you want to be a part of this? Trust me, you should run away, not rush into the battle. At least I would know you’re normal.” 

A silence followed my last words, and I caught myself hoping they were convinced. Note to self: never think Fred can be serious if the situation isn’t immediately life-threatening. 

“We’re quite proud to say we’re not normal.” He had a big grin. 

“Idiot.” I muttered. 

He stood up and walked toward me. I knew I was supposed to be angry at him, but when he opened his arms in front of me, I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck. It felt too good to be here, it felt right. 

“I promise we won’t bother you with that anymore.” His voice was muffled by my hair. I heard the floorboards creaking and the door softly closing. We were alone. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” I nodded. “Were you close to your parents?” 

“I think you know the answer.” 

He sighed, and I reluctantly looked him in the eyes. I didn’t want to see the pity I always saw in Remus’ eyes, or in Molly’s. To my surprise, it wasn’t the case. Fred had the same look in his eyes as Sirius, which I saw like a  it’s-sad-to-know-you-weren’t-close-to-them-but-I-swear-I-won’t-bother-you-to-death-with-that-and-I’ll-try-to-make-you-forget-that look. 

Our faces were only inches apart, and not really knowing why I did that, I grabbed his face and kissed him. His lips were softer than I had imagined. My hands slowly made their way to his neck and to his hair. Our lips were moving in sync and muffled groans escaped our mouths. I felt my heartbeat increasing and way too soon, I ran out of breath. We reluctantly broke the kiss, keeping our foreheads pressed against each other, and I couldn’t help but smile brightly. 

“You’re a good kisser, Fred.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Y/N.”

I was quite happy Sirius hadn’t the same way to make me forget, it would have been awkward.

I was really comfortable with the new kind of relationship I had with Fred, but I didn’t know how to tell Remus. The guy had always acted like a father to me, even back in America where he would bring me chocolate each time he visited us. And I had a feeling he wouldn’t be overjoyed by what I had to tell him. Fred understood perfectly my state of mind, obviously not really wanting everyone to know either. We had never spoken a word about it, yet we had both kind of agreed we would hide our relationship, for a little while anyway. That resulted in us sneaking into every room of the house and snogging as long as we could, until one of us was needed and our name echoed in the corridors. 

George had been the first one to become suspicious, and he figured it out approximately two hours after our first kiss. From this point - and after a pretty convincing threat from Fred and I - he had promised not to tell everyone and to help us keeping the secret. He usually lied well and was able to cover us long enough for us to appear reasonably presentable. Unfortunately, swollen lips were difficult to hide. I guess that’s why Ginny soon understood what was happening, and Ron couldn’t stay oblivious when his sister was constantly joking about a certain leech unable to let me alone. Molly had become quite suspicious too, but the incredible thing was that Remus hadn’t any clue of what was happening. Sirius had begun teasing me the day the Weasleys had arrived, it had never really changed.

Fred and I both wanted to keep this a secret, but that didn’t prevent us from touching each other. We were always sitting next to each other during the diner, and when we couldn’t hold hands, we just made our knees or our elbows enter in contact. Fred winked at me approximately a dozen of times per day, and each second we could spend alone was used very wisely. However, a sort of tension was building itself between us. It wasn’t the bad kind of tension, it was the intimate kind. When we were alone and kissing, our hands moved more and more, and our bodies were closer and closer. I discovered a new kind of need, the one that was felt deep inside me, I needed to feel him closer to me. And I could tell that Fred was thinking exactly the same. 

I was sitting in front of my opened window. The fresh air of the night was slightly caressing my face as I was thinking about Fred. Again. God, what had he done to me? I was unable to get him out of my head. I groaned and sat on the floor, the back resting against the wall. I was simply unable to sleep, and unfortunately, the sparkle in Fred’s eyes and his soft hair weren’t the only thing preventing me from sleeping. Mad-Eye had told me, a few hours ago, that I would soon receive the details about my mission in America. I wouldn’t admit it, never - I had a reputation of murderer to preserve, after all - but I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than forget about this part of my life. It wasn’t perfect right now either, I was locked up all day in this house, but I had parental figures that loved me - Remus, Molly and even Sirius, I had friends and I had a wonderful boyfriend. It was closer to perfection that it had never been. 

I knew I wouldn’t sleep, and I decided to be a bit selfish. Fred and I almost hadn’t seen each other this day and I missed him. I got out of my room, tiptoeing to avoid this creepy house elf and I made my way to the twins’ room. They weren’t sleeping, I could hear their muffled voices. I slowly opened the door and, after the second of shock, they both smiled at me and Fred extended an arm. I sat on his lap, snuggling up with him and vaguely listening to them. 

Eventually, George yawned and announced us he would go to sleep. 

“Don’t do anything nasty while I’m here.” He winked. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll find another room for tonight.” Answered Fred. 

I smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him out. We barely heard George’s comment (“Try not to wake everyone up!”) and I was going to join my room when Fred stopped me. 

“No, love, follow me.”

We climbed the stairs and I noticed he had two pillows and blankets under his arm. We choose one of the room of the top floor and sneaked in. With a wave of his wand, Fred lighted a fire in the chimney and he put the blankets on the floor, one laid out and the others stashed next to the first one, in front of the now burning fire. Then he turned toward me and put his hands around my waist. He slowly leaned in and kissed me. 

“Are you sure you want to do it?” His voice was a whisper.

I nodded, I didn’t want anything more than to feel him against me in the most intimate way possible. We shared another kiss, and another, and we slowly undressed each other. We laid on the blanket without breaking the kiss, both naked and discovering our bodies in a new way. This night was full of love and full of trust, Fred and I weren’t just two young adults hiding and snogging, we were now two lovers. 

My head was resting against his torso, and his heartbeat slowly becoming normal again was the sweetest melody to me. We were still naked and laying on the blanket, Fred’s head resting on the pillows. His arms were around me and I was literally laying on him. A comfortable silence took place, only disturbed by the crackling sounds of the fire. A shiver ran down my spine. Fred grabbed a blanket and covered me. 

“Better?” he whispered. 

“Perfect.” 

He chuckled, and the vibration in his chest seemed to echo in mine.

“Fred, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, love.”

“Promise you won’t laugh.”

Without seeing him, I could tell he was raising an eyebrow and a smirk was on his lips. 

“I will try, but I can’t promise.”

I sighed, knowing my question would seem quite strange, but I was imagining a perfect life and I needed him to help me.

“What is it like to go to school?” 

Much to my surprise, Fred didn’t laugh. He didn’t let out a sarcastic or incredulous comment, he just tightened his grip on me and kissed my hair. 

“You’ve never been to school?”

I shook my head. He sighed sadly, probably imagining a little girl locked up in a cold house, her parents only teaching her the strict necessary, an unhappy girl only dreaming to have friends and be normal. He wasn’t really wrong. 

“Whatever we say, going to school is incredible,” he started. “especially if you go to Hogwarts. That’s where I go. You live with your friends, you can do everything with them. Eating your breakfast, playing Quidditch, sneaking into the kitchen for the parties -”

“Is it even allowed?” I laughed. 

“Well, you’re missing the point.” He chuckled. “And as cliche as it sounds, it’s the most magical way to learn. Sometimes, you miss your house and your parents, along with your siblings if they aren’t with you, but your friends in there, they are your second family. You would do anything for them, and they would do anything for you, even going to detention. And even detentions are fun if you’re with the good persons. And you can explore each corner of the school and live wonderful adventures.”

Fred stopped, obviously feeling my tears on his bare skin. He murmures apologies and stroke my hair.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have -”

“No Fred, thank you. Now I can imagine my perfect life.” I murmured. 

“Am I a part of it?”

“Of course you are.”

And I fell asleep. 

The castle towers were illuminated by the sunset. The sky had taken a bright red tone, and a sweet breeze ruffled our hair. Fred was in front of me, running slow enough for me to follow and holding my hand. We were in a park, surrounded by huge trees. The air was fresher here, and the grass underneath my bare feet was soft. Some birds were still up there and singing for us. It was truly perfect. 

Suddenly Fred stopped and turned toward me. His eyes were shining, he had this sparkle that showed every time he was happy. 

“Ready for our adventure, my love?”

I opened my mouth, eager to tell him I would follow him everywhere, but it wasn’t clearly not my voice that echoed in the peaceful atmosphere of the forest. 

“What the -”

A sudden airstream made me shiver and I snuggled closer to Fred. I didn’t want to open my eyes, my dream was too beautiful. Maybe if I could go back to sleep right now -

“Good job, Mum. You might want to close the door now, no?”

I heard the door closing and I sighed in contentment. I felt myself falling asleep again when two loud sounds made me jump. The door had been slammed open and a loud gasp echoed in the room. Instinctively, I tried to get up but Fred pulled me against him.

“Don’t think you want to get up right now.” he murmured with his husky voice in my ear. 

I turned my head, ready to scold whoever had disturbed my peaceful dream when I saw him. Remus was on the threshold, his face as white as the hairs of Kreacher’s ears. I was sure mine was dark red by now, and I caught George’s look behind him, silently telling he was sorry. Finally, this little bastard pulled Remus backwards and closed the door, not without dodging the pillow I had thrown him for daring wiggling his eyebrows. 

“I’m going to die…” I murmured. 

“So am I.” answered Fred. “At least we’ll be together.”

“What a consolation.” I muttered. 

“Oi! You didn’t think that a few hours earlier.” He winked at me and grabbed my arse. 

“Not now, love, I promise in ten minutes you’ll wish you’re facing a banshee and not an angry Remus.”

Once dressed - and Fred’s giggle gone after he had seen the hickeys I had in the neck - we finally got downstairs. We entered the living-room, not really knowing what was going to follow. I wanted to tell Fred to let go of my hand, but it felt too right. I didn’t say anything. 

Remus was pacing in the room, groaning at Sirius who was laughing. They were alone in there. When he heard us, Remus looked up and Fred shifted next to me. 

“Where’s your courage, my dear Fred?” I whispered. 

“Shut up.”

I wanted to chuckle but in front of an angry werewolf it wasn’t a good idea. 

“Y/N, in the kitchen, please.”

I bolted, surprised by his tone. It wasn’t sweet but it wasn’t harsh either. I barely heard Fred groaning (“Courage my ass.”) before running face to face with Molly. She was probably as red as me, and I remembered George’s voice a bit earlier. 

“I’m sorry Mrs -”

“Molly, dear. You don’t have nothing to be sorry about.” 

She smiled and I let out a sigh of relief, one I didn’t even know I was holding. However, my smile turned into a grimace when I heard a scream in the living-room. Molly and I immediately ran behind the door and listened closely.

“I’m sorry, Professor… Mister… err…”

I chuckled, mentally promising myself I would tease Fred as soon as I could. Molly rolled her eyes. 

“She’s fragile right now!” I snorted. “She doesn’t know how to feel and you just take advantage of her situation!”

I furiously shook my head to reassure Molly, whose eyes were wide open. I was ready to barge in and calm Remus’ ass down when Fred spoke up.

“I didn’t take advantage of her Remus! She’s an adult, she can make her own decisions whether you like it or not!”

“Maybe she wanted it but how can I know you -”

“Because fell for her! I love her!” 

Fred’s voice was clear as crystal, and so was the love in it. I gasped, and realized I was feeling exactly the same. I loved him. I loved Fred Weasley. This time, I barged in the living-room, yes, but I ran toward Fred and kissed him. He gladly melted into the kiss, pulling me harder against him. We quickly interrupt, not wanting to shock poor Remus more than he already was.

“I love her, Remus, and I know what she went through. I would never, never, to that to her, I swear to you and everyone here.”

Fred’s voice was sweeter now that he didn’t feel threatened anymore. His arm was around my waist and he didn’t loosen his grip when Remus sent him a harsh look. 

“I think the boy is sincere,” softly said Sirius. “Maybe you don’t have to murder him right now.”

Remus groaned, looked at me and left in the kitchen. Catching the message, I pecked Fred’s lips - doing it in front of everyone was so strange - and I followed Remus. 

“How long has it been?” 

“Three weeks.” 

“And when did you… you know… for the first time?”

“Yesterday.”

My voice was quiet. Among everyone who was in this house, Remus was the only one I couldn’t bear to disappoint. He was like my father since I was seven, and I knew he wanted nothing more than to protect me. God, I couldn’t even look him in the eyes. What if I saw anger, and disappointment? A shaky sigh escaped my lips. 

“Hey, Y/N, look at me.”

He lifted my chin and I saw a small smile on his lips. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, I am the one owing you apologies. It’s just that… You know, I know you since you’re a baby, and I saw you growing up into a beautiful woman, and when you send this bird to me, I swore I would protect you. And I will protect you, from everything you need to be protected from, even if it’s a boy.”

“You don’t have to protect me from Fred, Remus…”

“I know that. But I hope he’s scared enough to know what will happen if he hurts you.”

“I bet his pants will remember for him.” I chuckled. 

And Remus did something he had never done before, something no one had never done before: he hugged me, and I felt the love of a father enveloping me like a protective cocoon. I even felt a tear rolling down my cheek. 

Later this day, I learnt that Mad-Eye was on his way to the 12, Grimmauld Place when Molly had been looking for me. Not finding me in my room, she had wanted to ask Fred if he had seen me, only to find out he was missing too. She had understood that we were together, and George, who had been roughly woken up by his mother, had panicked and had been unable to say anything. 

Mad-Eye wanted to explain me my mission, which happened to be less difficult than I thought: I had to go back to my former house, find an highly important file and come back. Fred had refused to let me go alone and, an hour later, we had taken a Portkey. Finding the file hadn’t lasted more than half an hour during which Fred had never let go of my hand, and we came back with the same Portkey after I had cast a spell for it to bring us back to London. 

Fred leaving for Hogwarts had kind of broken my heart, I wasn’t ready to spend moths without him, but he had promised me to send me a letter each day. He kept his promise, and while reading it, I had the impression I was with him. 

I was still locked up in this awful house, but I was with Remus and Sirius. And I loved Fred, and he loved me, and I had friends. 

My life was closer to perfection than it had never been.

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@jelloapocalypse your read-through of PL vs AA was fantastic and although I do love the game, I will wholeheartedly admit that all the predictions you guys came up with could’ve been strung together to make a MUCH more interesting ending

Espella burned the Storyteller’s book when she was little, causing the Great Fire

The Great Witch Bezella, aka Patty Eclaire, had often looked after Espella while her father was busy and cared for her like she was her own, so she desperately used a memory-altering spell on everyone to make them think the fire was forever ago

Patty then promptly stole Espella away and made her think that her father had sent her away, when actually she was threatening the Storyteller to keep him away because “screw you I’m a much better parent”

She’s got magic but ALSO has “spells” nobody’s ever heard of, which are all compounds she received from the Alchemist while he was alive because they were in cahoots. She’d mix those compounds into flour to throw at people or bread to sell to them, and nobody would ever be the wiser

I don’t even think the Storyteller is all-powerful, maybe he has some power but he’s faking being able to write literally ANYTHING bc honestly otherwise he could’ve ended the Story ages ago

Darklaw was originally the leader of the Shades (actual reincarnations of burned witches) who infiltrated the courts as High Prosecutor to collect more Shades for her own agenda

I like to think that prophecy says once all witches are persecuted, all Shades will return to their former selves, regaining their memories in exchange for their magic (as Shades, they don’t have witch magic, but instead they can turn into Familiars— aka the magic creatures that look like animals— and the witch spell “Famalia” can summon a Shade in their Familiar form and force them to do that witch’s bidding)

When not on duty, Darklaw would scout out witches while masquerading as a cat (Eve); suspicious of Espella for being the Great Witch, she pretended to be a stray and let Espella “adopt” her

...but then got kinda fond of Espella, which only made her want to get Espella found guilty even MORE because once she was turned into a Shade, either she’d be revealed as Bezella and all Shades would go free, or if Darklaw was wrong (which she would’ve been) then at least Espella would just be a Shade now, away from all the persecution

Luke would reveal this by interrogating Eve and revealing her to be Darklaw, and the rest would follow from there, eventually revealing Patty as the Great Witch but learning that her motives were only ever to protect the people she loved and punish those she thought deserved it (like Robbs and Muggs)

Layton would still arrive like “ACTUALLY THAT PERSON IS GUILTY AND I SHALL PROVE IT” and lead Phoenix to finding the whole truth, but in this case, the truth ends up being that it’s okay for Patty to be pronounced “Guilty” because then all the Shades (including Patty herself) will go free and magic will be expelled from the town

...which of course means that the magical forces which brought the AA/PL characters to Labrynthia would ALSO be expelled, and all the main characters would be sent home, never able to return again but still having the memories of the cool time they had in a magical far-off land

#...apologies for the tag on the long post #plvsaa #jelloapocalypse #not a prompt #personal