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FANDOM: Ace Attorney
CHARACTER/S OR PAIRING: Apollo/Franziska
PROMPT: Apollo tops.
FIC/DRABBLE/SENTENCE-PROMPTS: "I've had enough of your shit, Franziska."
RELATE IT IN SOME WAY TO BANANAS: Franziska tries to use one.
The slam of fists against the kitchen counter resounded through the largely silent room. Tension had been brewing for too long, far too long in his opinion, and this latest antic of hers - taking to waving a banana under his nose and making vauge assumptions of its size in relativity to the size of other things - had finally just pushed him over the edge. Apollo glared daggers at Franziska, hissing out his words from between gritted teeth.
"I have had enough of your shit, Franziska."
For a man of his somewhat diminished stature, Apollo could really move; he had Franziska backed up against the wall in a handful of seconds, too full of anger and pent-up tension to heed her protests, too focused on his goal to worry about how her hand was reaching for that omnipresent whip. His eyes flashed red, bracelet pinching, noting the alarmed widening of her eyes, the very, very brief stammer to her voice, the less-than-completely confident grip on her whip. His lips were against hers, elbows pressed against the wall as he brought himself as close as it was possible to be without melting into her, those gaudy teal buttons digging into his chest. She protested at first, even as she was kissing back, muffled 'fools' coming at the same time as the hard, punishing hits to his shoulders and back. She protested as he pressed harder, all but grinding himself against her as the blood pounded in his ears. She protested slightly less as he moved off her lips, letting out a much soft stream of foolishly foolish fool as he found that sensitive spot on her neck and dipped down, lips parting in relief.
It was, he reflected, pretty much a role reversal from that first meeting in the courtroom hall, after he'd suffered that rather humiliating defeat. Now he had her backed up and vulnerable, squirming slightly as her cheeks burned a light pink. A very flattering light pink, he thought, as much as he was able to think as his hands roamed upwards. A definite turnabout, he thought, feet scraping backwards as he started making his way down, down, down...
Until his foot promptly came in contact with the banana, laying abandoned and forgotten on the ground, sending him towards the floor with a spectacular crash. Searing pain flashed across his conciousness as his head contacted the floor, the defense attorney letting out a loud shout of pain as he grabbed at the back of his head, a large bump already forming.
"Oww..."
"Apollo Justice."
Apollo froze, shoulders tensing as he slowly looked upwards. Franziska's feet were shifting, legs moving into position as...yes, she held the whip taut and ready to strike, fire in her eyes. He swallowed, quietly prayed for a happy afterlife...and then his world was pain.
"Foolishly foolish foolish fool of a fooooooool!"
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FANDOM: Ace Attorney
CHARACTER/S OR PAIRING: Maya/Miles
PROMPT: Rain
FIC/DRABBLE/SENTENCE-PROMPTS: Drabble
RELATE IT IN SOME WAY TO BANANAS: Miles is a guy. With guy parts. Bananas look like- no. I just... I can't do it. That's too horrible an analogy. Er. How's about... uh. The prompt is rain- rain helps banana trees grow bananas. See? There's your relation to bananas!
Only Maya Fey, Edgeworth decided, would possibly see the thunderous storm clouds gathering outside the windows, heavy with the promise of rain, and decide to go out without a jacket or umbrella. She had insisted - upon her honour as a 'professional spirit channeler', in a somewhat disturbing echo of a woman he had once known - that she would only be gone just long enough to get their lunch from that wonderful little patisserie they'd found together a few streets from the Prosecutor's Office, that there was no way it would start to rain before then.
Odd, how you only noticed things once they were brought to your attention; he would never have given a second thought to that small shopfront with its quaint French cuineform beforehand, nor Maya's plight as the rain started pattering down, quickly turning almost monsoonal. Edgeworth looked at his unfinished paperwork, deadline drawing ever closer, and sighed. Sometimes, Maya Fey was almost more trouble than she was worth.
Almost. He donned his jacket, ignoring the quietly judgemental stare as he passed Franziska - currently berating Gumshoe for reasons he most assuredly did not wish to know - and the loud protests that it was way too wet out, pal, you'll catch a really bad cold! The downpour was audible even as he crossed the lobby, giving a short nod to people he knew as he passed them by, and hesitated on the doorstep. It really was very wet out there. His suit would get soaked through, even with his heavy coat and umbrella. Was this really worth it?
Edgeworth mentally berated himself, shaking his head. Of course it- she - was worth it. He was raised under the von Karma name. He only did things that were worthwhile. Only formed relationships that would be worthwhile. Only found himself very, very content when she was around.
Edgeworth stepped out into the rain, extending his umbrella with a soft pop, and hoped Maya wouldn't be too wet by the time he arrived. His jacket was big enough for two, after all.
CHARACTER/S OR PAIRING: Apollo/Franziska
PROMPT: Apollo tops.
FIC/DRABBLE/SENTENCE-PROMPTS: "I've had enough of your shit, Franziska."
RELATE IT IN SOME WAY TO BANANAS: Franziska tries to use one.
The slam of fists against the kitchen counter resounded through the largely silent room. Tension had been brewing for too long, far too long in his opinion, and this latest antic of hers - taking to waving a banana under his nose and making vauge assumptions of its size in relativity to the size of other things - had finally just pushed him over the edge. Apollo glared daggers at Franziska, hissing out his words from between gritted teeth.
"I have had enough of your shit, Franziska."
For a man of his somewhat diminished stature, Apollo could really move; he had Franziska backed up against the wall in a handful of seconds, too full of anger and pent-up tension to heed her protests, too focused on his goal to worry about how her hand was reaching for that omnipresent whip. His eyes flashed red, bracelet pinching, noting the alarmed widening of her eyes, the very, very brief stammer to her voice, the less-than-completely confident grip on her whip. His lips were against hers, elbows pressed against the wall as he brought himself as close as it was possible to be without melting into her, those gaudy teal buttons digging into his chest. She protested at first, even as she was kissing back, muffled 'fools' coming at the same time as the hard, punishing hits to his shoulders and back. She protested as he pressed harder, all but grinding himself against her as the blood pounded in his ears. She protested slightly less as he moved off her lips, letting out a much soft stream of foolishly foolish fool as he found that sensitive spot on her neck and dipped down, lips parting in relief.
It was, he reflected, pretty much a role reversal from that first meeting in the courtroom hall, after he'd suffered that rather humiliating defeat. Now he had her backed up and vulnerable, squirming slightly as her cheeks burned a light pink. A very flattering light pink, he thought, as much as he was able to think as his hands roamed upwards. A definite turnabout, he thought, feet scraping backwards as he started making his way down, down, down...
Until his foot promptly came in contact with the banana, laying abandoned and forgotten on the ground, sending him towards the floor with a spectacular crash. Searing pain flashed across his conciousness as his head contacted the floor, the defense attorney letting out a loud shout of pain as he grabbed at the back of his head, a large bump already forming.
"Oww..."
"Apollo Justice."
Apollo froze, shoulders tensing as he slowly looked upwards. Franziska's feet were shifting, legs moving into position as...yes, she held the whip taut and ready to strike, fire in her eyes. He swallowed, quietly prayed for a happy afterlife...and then his world was pain.
"Foolishly foolish foolish fool of a fooooooool!"
-------
FANDOM: Ace Attorney
CHARACTER/S OR PAIRING: Maya/Miles
PROMPT: Rain
FIC/DRABBLE/SENTENCE-PROMPTS: Drabble
RELATE IT IN SOME WAY TO BANANAS: Miles is a guy. With guy parts. Bananas look like- no. I just... I can't do it. That's too horrible an analogy. Er. How's about... uh. The prompt is rain- rain helps banana trees grow bananas. See? There's your relation to bananas!
Only Maya Fey, Edgeworth decided, would possibly see the thunderous storm clouds gathering outside the windows, heavy with the promise of rain, and decide to go out without a jacket or umbrella. She had insisted - upon her honour as a 'professional spirit channeler', in a somewhat disturbing echo of a woman he had once known - that she would only be gone just long enough to get their lunch from that wonderful little patisserie they'd found together a few streets from the Prosecutor's Office, that there was no way it would start to rain before then.
Odd, how you only noticed things once they were brought to your attention; he would never have given a second thought to that small shopfront with its quaint French cuineform beforehand, nor Maya's plight as the rain started pattering down, quickly turning almost monsoonal. Edgeworth looked at his unfinished paperwork, deadline drawing ever closer, and sighed. Sometimes, Maya Fey was almost more trouble than she was worth.
Almost. He donned his jacket, ignoring the quietly judgemental stare as he passed Franziska - currently berating Gumshoe for reasons he most assuredly did not wish to know - and the loud protests that it was way too wet out, pal, you'll catch a really bad cold! The downpour was audible even as he crossed the lobby, giving a short nod to people he knew as he passed them by, and hesitated on the doorstep. It really was very wet out there. His suit would get soaked through, even with his heavy coat and umbrella. Was this really worth it?
Edgeworth mentally berated himself, shaking his head. Of course it- she - was worth it. He was raised under the von Karma name. He only did things that were worthwhile. Only formed relationships that would be worthwhile. Only found himself very, very content when she was around.
Edgeworth stepped out into the rain, extending his umbrella with a soft pop, and hoped Maya wouldn't be too wet by the time he arrived. His jacket was big enough for two, after all.