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Arthur Lester, professor in the music department, has a steady and comfortable life. After a rough couple of years, he's finally gotten his ducks in a row and has steady work, steady friends, and a family (as non-standard as it is).
He's comfortable with putting his past behind him, until he's reunited with someone who saw him at his worst. And because fate has a sense of humor, he keeps fucking running into him.
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"Christ, John, you're burning up," Arthur hisses, moving his hand to John's forehead.
John grumbles and reaches for Arthur's hand to return it to its rightful place on his cheek. "Yeah, 's why I was fighting the stupid blanket."
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John falls ill, and Arthur has to play nurse. Honestly just 5,000 words of them being very cute. It's self care.
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Jean's mind never leaves him alone. Trant wants to help - and so he offers a solution...
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03 Jun 2026
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“Remind me again what you’re trying to prosecute me for?”
“Having a leather kink. I may not be able to read tells, but your reactions are anything but secretive. You also tend to react when I wear dark lipstick, and when I wear heavy eyeliner,” Again, Klavier was far too cocky for a man about to be tied up.
“And the gloves?” Apollo raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, these are just cute. Same with the belt and the earrings.”
Apollo took note of how he didn’t mention the collar.
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in which apollo has a thing for leather and klavier wears leather. and a collar.Series
- Part 5 of klapollo <3
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It's not the car ride he was expecting before returning home with the prosecutor.
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- Part 4 of Domestic AU - Klapollo
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prophecy (in your pure perfection i'll never doubt) by kkeumomi
Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
24 Mar 2023
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Klavier’s thighs are a gorgeous rosey-red, his breathing heavy. Apollo doesn’t think he’s ever seen anyone fall apart at the seams so elegantly, admirable from beginning to end.
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He wants nothing more than to be the clay Klavier shapes between his palms, to be placed in a kiln of trusting embers and fired till he cracks and crumbles. It’s a collaborative piece that only requires Apollo to feel—and his body’s more than content to do just that.