Silent Heartbeats (Kink Meme Inspired Onshot)
A piece created for the PW kink meme. The prompt asked for Apollo listening to Klavier's heartbeat so I created this really lame oneshot based around that idea. Warning: This piece contains Klavier/Apollo! If this isn't your cup of tea, feel free to ignore this! Enjoy and comments are much appreciated!
The day started off relatively normal. Apollo woke up to find the bed empty. "Well, it's not like I expected him to be there. We have court early this morning." Apollo sighed and dragged himself out of bed only to find a note on the bed side table written in-of all things-purple ink.
The defense attorney rolled his eyes but was touched by the note all the same. And of course, Klavier had known he'd be late and had written as a side note "don't forget your briefcase this time, ja?" Embarrassed, as that had not been a pleasant experience for him, but still pleased by the note, Apollo hurried through his shower, pulled on his red suit, styled his hair, and went flying out the door towards his bike.
And then of course, he went sprinting back in, snatched his briefcase, and was off.
By the time the flustered defense attorney made it to the court house, Mr. Wright and Trucy were already waiting for him in the defense lobby.
"Polly!" Trucy cried. "Late again! You're even worse living with your opponent in court than you were with us!" she giggled, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Get in there Apollo. Everyone's been waiting for you." Mr. Wright told him, and gave him a slap on the back and a gentle push towards the court room doors.
Taking a deep breath and wishing he had been able to practice his chords of steel before he left, Apollo stepped into the courtroom. Klavier was grinning at him from across the courtroom, and Apollo scowled back, knowing the prosecutor was teasing him for being late. He had gotten really good at reading Klavier's expressions, so much so that he didn't need to use his bracelet to tell when the other was lying. It was one of the perks of living with Klavier-and being his boyfriend of course. Klavier didn't lie often, and most of the time his facial expressions were very pleasant. Except of course, when Klavier was teasing him.
He almost shouted something rude at Klavier, because Apollo knew the prosecutor was aware that he didn't like to be teased about being late, because it really wasn't his fault in the first place. Heck, the least Klavier could do was wake him up -but was saved by the judge, who requested the trial begin.
The defendant was Ms. Lilly Bell, a petite and thin woman who by the looks of things, couldn't even manage to testify about even the idea of murder without bursting into tears, let alone kill anyone herself. Still, Apollo felt there was something off about her, and figured she was probably hiding something.
Honestly, he didn't know what to expect with this one. His bracelet hadn't picked up on any lies, but criminals had found ways to bypass that before, and he didn't really like the gut feeling he got that was telling him she had something to do with this murder.
As he objected his way through the case, it was looking better and better for the defendant, only, Apollo wasn't sure anymore if that was a good thing. Klavier's face was serious across the courtroom, and Apollo knew that the devil-may-care prosecutor only made that face when he was really trying to understand a case. Apollo had a feeling Klavier was getting the same vibes from Ms. Bell as he was.
"Objection!" Klavier, who had been oddly quiet throughout the trial, finally seemed to have a handle on the case, if the fire in his blue eyes was any indication. "Ms. Bell, I'd like you to recall Ms. Kross' testimony. 'I went by Ms. Bell's room around 3:30 to clean it before she returned from the party.' If what Ms. Kross says is true, you cannot have been in your room during the murder which means you have no alibi at the time of the murder!"
Apollo blinked. 'Oops. There goes my case.' Apollo consoled himself with the fact that Klavier had noticed a contradiction and it was his duty as a prosecutor to bring it to light.
"Well darn." Ms. Bell's voice suddenly seemed a lot stronger, and seemed to echo around the courtroom. "I didn't want to have to use this but-"
Apollo didn't waste time wondering how the defendant had managed to sneak a loaded weapon into a court house of all things, and concentrated instead on the face of one Klavier Gavin. He looked shocked, but the thing that really got Apollo was that the prosecutor was frightened. Apollo had never known his boyfriend to be frightened about anything-not since the second conviction of Kristoph Gavin.
'But,' Apollo reasoned, 'I'd be frightened too if there was a bullet in my chest.'
And then the world came rushing back and Apollo was screaming "Klavier! Someone call an ambulance!" The jury was buzzing with excitement, Detective Gumshoe and the bailiff had grabbed Ms. Bell and wrenched the gun from her tiny hands, and the judge was trying his hardest to restore order.
But none of it mattered, because Apollo only had eyes for Klavier. The defense attorney leapt over his bench and streaked to Klavier's side, tears already running down his face. He managed to catch the prosecutor before he toppled over, which if Apollo had been thinking normally, he would have been proud of himself for.
"Klavier. Klavier!" Apollo gripped the rock star's shoulders hard, and met blue eyes glazed with pain.
"A..pollo…" Klavier coughed out, hands fumbling until he found one of Apollo's.
"The ambulance is on the way Klavier. Just stay with me."
"Can't." Was Klavier's mumbled response. "Sorry."
"No! Klavier, you have to stay with me. Don't leave me alone."
"A..pollo…love you…" Klavier choked out, and Apollo was sobbing, screaming but none of it mattered because blue eyes were empty, unseeing and Klavier was gone, gone.
"No!" Apollo screamed, searching frantically for a heartbeat, a pulse, anything to reassure him that Klavier would be alright.
Mr. Wright's hand was on his back and he was saying "It'll be alright Apollo," and gently pulled him away so the paramedics could get through, but Apollo didn't need to use his bracelet to tell him that his mentor was lying to him.
"It's not alright!" Apollo screamed, his chords of steel cracking as he flung himself out of Mr. Wright's hold and made a mad dash towards the body-Oh god, no, Klavier is more than just a body-and fell forwards, clutching at Klavier's cold hands.
That's when Apollo realized, touching those cold hands, watching paramedics desperately trying to restart his heart, that Klavier was gone, and that he wasn't coming back. "Why?" Apollo whimpered, and then he was screaming again, and Mr. Wright was trying to calm him down but he couldn't stop and-
"Apollo! Ach, Apollo!" It was Klavier's voice. Apollo clung to that, and then felt the other's strong hands on his shoulders shaking him.
'A dream.' Apollo realized, 'It was all just a dream.' It all felt like a cruel joke, and as his brown eyes, still blurry with sleep met Klavier's worried blue ones, Apollo couldn't hold back the cry of relief and the tears running down his cheeks. "Oh god. Oh god." He vaguely heard himself repeating.
"Apollo? Are you alright?"
"Klavier! Oh god, Klavier!" Apollo sobbed, clutching at his partner's chest, trying desperately to keep his gaze on the prosecutor through his tears because he was so afraid if he looked away, Klavier would be a corpse. Apollo grasped at his boyfriend's hands, relieved to find them warm with life.
"Apollo, liebe, what is wrong?" Klavier gently pulled his hands from Apollo's, running his hands soothingly through Apollo's wild un-gelled hair.
"Dream." Apollo gasped, "Bad one."
Klavier pressed his head to Apollo's chest. "Apollo, your heart is beating so fast."
"Klavier. I need-" Apollo choked out, arms reaching towards the blond.
"What do you need, liebe?"
Apollo didn't reply instead, pulling Klavier towards him. He thrust his head onto the prosecutor's tan chest and listened. Sure enough, when Klavier had gotten his hint and stayed quiet, Apollo could hear the soothing and even beat of Klavier's heart.
"I-I had a dream where you were shot. In court by the person I was defending. And I was there but I c-couldn't save you." Apollo mumbled against Klavier's chest and pressed himself even closer to his lover, as if he could hide from the memory of his bad dream.
"Silly Forehead. That would never happen. I would not allow myself to get shot." Klavier teased, stroking the back of Apollo's head with long tan fingers.
Apollo didn't quite believe him, but stayed quiet all the same because Klavier wasn't dead, and the relief and joy was incredible. He felt himself slowly drifting to sleep again…
"Ah, you better get up in a few minutes Forehead. I'll meet you at the courthouse. You have to defend Fräulin Bell, ja?"
-!-
Apollo woke refreshed and feeling better. Brushing tear stains from his face, he rolled out of bed. Only to find a note on the bed side table. Grinning, Apollo reached over and began to read. By the end of the note, Apollo was ready to start crying again. The note had told him "don't forget your briefcase this time, ja?" and it was written in purple ink. Oh god.
'Not again!' Apollo nearly had a meltdown right there, clutching the note and trying not to scream. "Klavier!" Apollo raced around looking for his boyfriend, heart pounding, but of course, Klavier had already left the house. Apollo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He took a shower to try to relax himself, but the realization that he had done so in the dream too had him tripping in his haste to exit the shower. His fingers were shaking styling his hair and getting into his suit, so by the time he was finished he was really, really late.
Worrying his lip between his teeth, Apollo raced through the door, and nearly had a panic attack when he realized he had left his briefcase inside. Just like he had in the dream.
'Events keep repeating. Oh god, it'll happen for real this time.' His brain was spiraling out of control. 'No, no! Get a hold of yourself Justice. Stop being so superstitious.'
Apollo peddled to the courthouse, dread like a weight in his chest. Trucy teased him for being late, and Mr. Wright gave him a gentle nudge into the court house.
It didn't help to see Ms. Bell looking innocent and helpless at the witness stand. Apollo was sweating up a storm and flinched at every movement from the defendant. Klavier looked concerned, and the judge asked if he was alright multiple times.
'No, I'm not alright!' Apollo wanted to scream, but just stuttered "I'm okay," in response. Klavier didn't look convinced, but it fooled the judge at least.
Apollo tried to appear as normal as possible, but it was getting harder and harder to stay calm. Every time Klavier objected, Apollo wanted to scream "Watch out!" but the bullet never came.
After the trial had been running smoothly for some time, Apollo regained some semblance of control. Klavier seemed relieved when Apollo objected to something that was out of place after being silent for minutes. 'See Justice. It was just a dream.' Apollo sighed in relief.
Ms. Bell didn't seem quite so menacing anymore and Apollo realized that she could very well be innocent. 'I could have sent an innocent woman to jail because of my stupid superstition!' Apollo decided to apologize to her afterwards if she was indeed innocent. In the mean time, he worked on proving her innocence to the best of his ability.
"Objection!" Klavier's voice brought Apollo out of mentally scolding his poor defense job thus far.
"I believe I have found a contradiction in your testimony Ms. Bell. Recall Ms. Kross' testimony. 'I went by Ms. Bell's room around 3:30 to clean it before she returned from the party.' If what Ms. Kross says is true, you cannot have been in your room during the murder meaning you have no alibi at the time of the murder!"
'Didn't that reasoning seem familiar somehow?'
"Well darn." Ms. Bell's voice was suddenly loud, echoing around the now deathly silent courtroom. "I didn't want to have to use this-" And there it was, the weapon that was to take Klavier Gavin's life.
'Not again!'
"Klavier! Duck!" Apollo screamed, chords of steel magnifying the command.
The sound of a firing gun. A scream.
The jury was in chaos. Detective Gumshoe and the bailiff had snatched Ms. Bell and pulled the gun from her. The judge's gavel was barely audible above the screaming and talking of the jury. "Someone call 911!" "Oh god, is everyone alright?" "I'm scared…"
Apollo didn't care about anything else. Only Klavier mattered. He leapt over the defense bench to shouts of "Hey pal! Stay put!" and "Wait Polly!" and only sped up when he couldn't even see Klavier standing at the other bench. 'Oh god he's on the floor already!' Apollo gasped, and rounded the bench to see Klavier curled behind the bench.
"Oh god no!" Apollo sobbed, falling to his knees beside the prosecutor. 'This is the second time. You'd think I would have been more careful. I should have taken that bullet. I should have snatched the gun from Bell's hands. I should have-'
"Apollo? Liebe, are you alright? Did she hurt you?"
Apollo froze, his sob of grief cut off in surprise. "Klavier!"
"You are not hurt are you?"
Apollo shook his head, turning tear filled eyes towards his lover.
There was no bloodstain on his chest. When he grabbed the prosecutor's hands, they were warm, sweaty even.
And when Apollo pressed his head to Klavier's chest, there was a beat-a fast one -but a heartbeat all the same.
-Fin-
Thanks so much for reading! Once again, comments are greatly appreciated! Also, I am not German, so please let me know if I have spelled something wrong. :D
The day started off relatively normal. Apollo woke up to find the bed empty. "Well, it's not like I expected him to be there. We have court early this morning." Apollo sighed and dragged himself out of bed only to find a note on the bed side table written in-of all things-purple ink.
The defense attorney rolled his eyes but was touched by the note all the same. And of course, Klavier had known he'd be late and had written as a side note "don't forget your briefcase this time, ja?" Embarrassed, as that had not been a pleasant experience for him, but still pleased by the note, Apollo hurried through his shower, pulled on his red suit, styled his hair, and went flying out the door towards his bike.
And then of course, he went sprinting back in, snatched his briefcase, and was off.
By the time the flustered defense attorney made it to the court house, Mr. Wright and Trucy were already waiting for him in the defense lobby.
"Polly!" Trucy cried. "Late again! You're even worse living with your opponent in court than you were with us!" she giggled, blue eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Get in there Apollo. Everyone's been waiting for you." Mr. Wright told him, and gave him a slap on the back and a gentle push towards the court room doors.
Taking a deep breath and wishing he had been able to practice his chords of steel before he left, Apollo stepped into the courtroom. Klavier was grinning at him from across the courtroom, and Apollo scowled back, knowing the prosecutor was teasing him for being late. He had gotten really good at reading Klavier's expressions, so much so that he didn't need to use his bracelet to tell when the other was lying. It was one of the perks of living with Klavier-and being his boyfriend of course. Klavier didn't lie often, and most of the time his facial expressions were very pleasant. Except of course, when Klavier was teasing him.
He almost shouted something rude at Klavier, because Apollo knew the prosecutor was aware that he didn't like to be teased about being late, because it really wasn't his fault in the first place. Heck, the least Klavier could do was wake him up -but was saved by the judge, who requested the trial begin.
The defendant was Ms. Lilly Bell, a petite and thin woman who by the looks of things, couldn't even manage to testify about even the idea of murder without bursting into tears, let alone kill anyone herself. Still, Apollo felt there was something off about her, and figured she was probably hiding something.
Honestly, he didn't know what to expect with this one. His bracelet hadn't picked up on any lies, but criminals had found ways to bypass that before, and he didn't really like the gut feeling he got that was telling him she had something to do with this murder.
As he objected his way through the case, it was looking better and better for the defendant, only, Apollo wasn't sure anymore if that was a good thing. Klavier's face was serious across the courtroom, and Apollo knew that the devil-may-care prosecutor only made that face when he was really trying to understand a case. Apollo had a feeling Klavier was getting the same vibes from Ms. Bell as he was.
"Objection!" Klavier, who had been oddly quiet throughout the trial, finally seemed to have a handle on the case, if the fire in his blue eyes was any indication. "Ms. Bell, I'd like you to recall Ms. Kross' testimony. 'I went by Ms. Bell's room around 3:30 to clean it before she returned from the party.' If what Ms. Kross says is true, you cannot have been in your room during the murder which means you have no alibi at the time of the murder!"
Apollo blinked. 'Oops. There goes my case.' Apollo consoled himself with the fact that Klavier had noticed a contradiction and it was his duty as a prosecutor to bring it to light.
"Well darn." Ms. Bell's voice suddenly seemed a lot stronger, and seemed to echo around the courtroom. "I didn't want to have to use this but-"
Apollo didn't waste time wondering how the defendant had managed to sneak a loaded weapon into a court house of all things, and concentrated instead on the face of one Klavier Gavin. He looked shocked, but the thing that really got Apollo was that the prosecutor was frightened. Apollo had never known his boyfriend to be frightened about anything-not since the second conviction of Kristoph Gavin.
'But,' Apollo reasoned, 'I'd be frightened too if there was a bullet in my chest.'
And then the world came rushing back and Apollo was screaming "Klavier! Someone call an ambulance!" The jury was buzzing with excitement, Detective Gumshoe and the bailiff had grabbed Ms. Bell and wrenched the gun from her tiny hands, and the judge was trying his hardest to restore order.
But none of it mattered, because Apollo only had eyes for Klavier. The defense attorney leapt over his bench and streaked to Klavier's side, tears already running down his face. He managed to catch the prosecutor before he toppled over, which if Apollo had been thinking normally, he would have been proud of himself for.
"Klavier. Klavier!" Apollo gripped the rock star's shoulders hard, and met blue eyes glazed with pain.
"A..pollo…" Klavier coughed out, hands fumbling until he found one of Apollo's.
"The ambulance is on the way Klavier. Just stay with me."
"Can't." Was Klavier's mumbled response. "Sorry."
"No! Klavier, you have to stay with me. Don't leave me alone."
"A..pollo…love you…" Klavier choked out, and Apollo was sobbing, screaming but none of it mattered because blue eyes were empty, unseeing and Klavier was gone, gone.
"No!" Apollo screamed, searching frantically for a heartbeat, a pulse, anything to reassure him that Klavier would be alright.
Mr. Wright's hand was on his back and he was saying "It'll be alright Apollo," and gently pulled him away so the paramedics could get through, but Apollo didn't need to use his bracelet to tell him that his mentor was lying to him.
"It's not alright!" Apollo screamed, his chords of steel cracking as he flung himself out of Mr. Wright's hold and made a mad dash towards the body-Oh god, no, Klavier is more than just a body-and fell forwards, clutching at Klavier's cold hands.
That's when Apollo realized, touching those cold hands, watching paramedics desperately trying to restart his heart, that Klavier was gone, and that he wasn't coming back. "Why?" Apollo whimpered, and then he was screaming again, and Mr. Wright was trying to calm him down but he couldn't stop and-
"Apollo! Ach, Apollo!" It was Klavier's voice. Apollo clung to that, and then felt the other's strong hands on his shoulders shaking him.
'A dream.' Apollo realized, 'It was all just a dream.' It all felt like a cruel joke, and as his brown eyes, still blurry with sleep met Klavier's worried blue ones, Apollo couldn't hold back the cry of relief and the tears running down his cheeks. "Oh god. Oh god." He vaguely heard himself repeating.
"Apollo? Are you alright?"
"Klavier! Oh god, Klavier!" Apollo sobbed, clutching at his partner's chest, trying desperately to keep his gaze on the prosecutor through his tears because he was so afraid if he looked away, Klavier would be a corpse. Apollo grasped at his boyfriend's hands, relieved to find them warm with life.
"Apollo, liebe, what is wrong?" Klavier gently pulled his hands from Apollo's, running his hands soothingly through Apollo's wild un-gelled hair.
"Dream." Apollo gasped, "Bad one."
Klavier pressed his head to Apollo's chest. "Apollo, your heart is beating so fast."
"Klavier. I need-" Apollo choked out, arms reaching towards the blond.
"What do you need, liebe?"
Apollo didn't reply instead, pulling Klavier towards him. He thrust his head onto the prosecutor's tan chest and listened. Sure enough, when Klavier had gotten his hint and stayed quiet, Apollo could hear the soothing and even beat of Klavier's heart.
"I-I had a dream where you were shot. In court by the person I was defending. And I was there but I c-couldn't save you." Apollo mumbled against Klavier's chest and pressed himself even closer to his lover, as if he could hide from the memory of his bad dream.
"Silly Forehead. That would never happen. I would not allow myself to get shot." Klavier teased, stroking the back of Apollo's head with long tan fingers.
Apollo didn't quite believe him, but stayed quiet all the same because Klavier wasn't dead, and the relief and joy was incredible. He felt himself slowly drifting to sleep again…
"Ah, you better get up in a few minutes Forehead. I'll meet you at the courthouse. You have to defend Fräulin Bell, ja?"
-!-
Apollo woke refreshed and feeling better. Brushing tear stains from his face, he rolled out of bed. Only to find a note on the bed side table. Grinning, Apollo reached over and began to read. By the end of the note, Apollo was ready to start crying again. The note had told him "don't forget your briefcase this time, ja?" and it was written in purple ink. Oh god.
'Not again!' Apollo nearly had a meltdown right there, clutching the note and trying not to scream. "Klavier!" Apollo raced around looking for his boyfriend, heart pounding, but of course, Klavier had already left the house. Apollo took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He took a shower to try to relax himself, but the realization that he had done so in the dream too had him tripping in his haste to exit the shower. His fingers were shaking styling his hair and getting into his suit, so by the time he was finished he was really, really late.
Worrying his lip between his teeth, Apollo raced through the door, and nearly had a panic attack when he realized he had left his briefcase inside. Just like he had in the dream.
'Events keep repeating. Oh god, it'll happen for real this time.' His brain was spiraling out of control. 'No, no! Get a hold of yourself Justice. Stop being so superstitious.'
Apollo peddled to the courthouse, dread like a weight in his chest. Trucy teased him for being late, and Mr. Wright gave him a gentle nudge into the court house.
It didn't help to see Ms. Bell looking innocent and helpless at the witness stand. Apollo was sweating up a storm and flinched at every movement from the defendant. Klavier looked concerned, and the judge asked if he was alright multiple times.
'No, I'm not alright!' Apollo wanted to scream, but just stuttered "I'm okay," in response. Klavier didn't look convinced, but it fooled the judge at least.
Apollo tried to appear as normal as possible, but it was getting harder and harder to stay calm. Every time Klavier objected, Apollo wanted to scream "Watch out!" but the bullet never came.
After the trial had been running smoothly for some time, Apollo regained some semblance of control. Klavier seemed relieved when Apollo objected to something that was out of place after being silent for minutes. 'See Justice. It was just a dream.' Apollo sighed in relief.
Ms. Bell didn't seem quite so menacing anymore and Apollo realized that she could very well be innocent. 'I could have sent an innocent woman to jail because of my stupid superstition!' Apollo decided to apologize to her afterwards if she was indeed innocent. In the mean time, he worked on proving her innocence to the best of his ability.
"Objection!" Klavier's voice brought Apollo out of mentally scolding his poor defense job thus far.
"I believe I have found a contradiction in your testimony Ms. Bell. Recall Ms. Kross' testimony. 'I went by Ms. Bell's room around 3:30 to clean it before she returned from the party.' If what Ms. Kross says is true, you cannot have been in your room during the murder meaning you have no alibi at the time of the murder!"
'Didn't that reasoning seem familiar somehow?'
"Well darn." Ms. Bell's voice was suddenly loud, echoing around the now deathly silent courtroom. "I didn't want to have to use this-" And there it was, the weapon that was to take Klavier Gavin's life.
'Not again!'
"Klavier! Duck!" Apollo screamed, chords of steel magnifying the command.
The sound of a firing gun. A scream.
The jury was in chaos. Detective Gumshoe and the bailiff had snatched Ms. Bell and pulled the gun from her. The judge's gavel was barely audible above the screaming and talking of the jury. "Someone call 911!" "Oh god, is everyone alright?" "I'm scared…"
Apollo didn't care about anything else. Only Klavier mattered. He leapt over the defense bench to shouts of "Hey pal! Stay put!" and "Wait Polly!" and only sped up when he couldn't even see Klavier standing at the other bench. 'Oh god he's on the floor already!' Apollo gasped, and rounded the bench to see Klavier curled behind the bench.
"Oh god no!" Apollo sobbed, falling to his knees beside the prosecutor. 'This is the second time. You'd think I would have been more careful. I should have taken that bullet. I should have snatched the gun from Bell's hands. I should have-'
"Apollo? Liebe, are you alright? Did she hurt you?"
Apollo froze, his sob of grief cut off in surprise. "Klavier!"
"You are not hurt are you?"
Apollo shook his head, turning tear filled eyes towards his lover.
There was no bloodstain on his chest. When he grabbed the prosecutor's hands, they were warm, sweaty even.
And when Apollo pressed his head to Klavier's chest, there was a beat-a fast one -but a heartbeat all the same.
-Fin-
Thanks so much for reading! Once again, comments are greatly appreciated! Also, I am not German, so please let me know if I have spelled something wrong. :D