#'he would do it' yeah he would but not in the prosecutors office

[mintae-chii]

Simon hides *in* the fridge during summer

The desire to make Simon the prosecutor's office's resident cryptid vs the voice inside me saying "he would not do that" fighting to the death

[destinywillowleaf]

so apparently I've headcanoned these two as brothers since at least 2018 and I'm not stopping any time soon >:) debeste-fulbright sibling rights now and forever

also I think Sebastian would be a detective/investigator and not just a prosecutor, I can and will elaborate

[maglorthecrab]

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Ok so who was going to tell me not ONE but TWO chief prosecutors for my district have been arrested for murder

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Hey op do you live in fucking night vale

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I did the research for y’all in the notes going wild wanting to know where op lives (and also bonuses of being a law student yay) so the only area I can find where a chief prosecutor has been arrested for murder is L.A. then I reckon they said two because the present chief prosecutor for L.A. is Miles Edgeworth, who has been accused of murder twice but cleared of both charges

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fellow LA denizen here, fun fact! chief prosecutor edgeworth is married to a defence attorney

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He’s WHAT

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said defence attorney has also been accused of murder before.

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Oh yeah that defence attorney is Phoenix Wright btw- he defended me for a murder charge once

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oh nice! he defended my sister once :) she got accused of murdering someone in her offices parking lot lmao

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@skyrensics wait is your sister fucking Lana Skye

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The former chief prosecutor’s sister uses tumblr????

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*opens door of reblogs to whisper* the current chief prosecutor also uses tumblr folks

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WHAT

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apparently he likes the samuraiverse! I wouldn’t be surprised if he was lurking in fan circles on here. Evidence btw- he has a steel samurai figure on his windowsill + a signal samurai keychain.

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these updates just get wilder and wilder. I’m learning more about my city’s lawyers than I ever thought I would.

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everyone really skipped over the fact that it seems like half of LA’s legal system is on tumblr. god forbid they find this post

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hey

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NO. THEY HAVE AN OFFICIAL TUMBLR???

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Is this a good time to say hello?

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never did I think one of my tumblr posts would attract the literal state of California prosecutors office or the wright and co law officef ashnduhjsjkkshg

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[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

[k2ntoss]

Omg omg omg

Pls do “shit— do that again” and “this is so wrong” with dickie grayson pretty please

(The second prompt gives enemies to lovers vibes SO MUCH, so if it’s included the better.)

— ❤️‍🩹 xx

SECOND ANON WITH AN EMOJI, LET'S FUCKING CELEBRATE!! first of all, thank you so much for this request, i have an idea buzzing into my head and if i don't post it i'll go insane (i'm already insane) and second... i'm listening to the weeknd so yeah....

“do that again- shit, just like that, right there.” + "this is wrong... so wrong." (plus enemies to lovers trope omg yes please!!!)

dick has never been known to be a bad detective, his partners adore him and so does every kid and person he helps, he does his job so well everyone is aware that whenever he's got a new case he will be at it all the time but there is just one person that doesn't really agrees with that, dick knows it and it gets on his nerves because it's always just his cases and investigations the ones that you observe and deny before they reach the court.

he really hated the moment he had to go present his case to the prosecutor, mostly when it was you who was assigned to it and what's worse it's that dick knows that you take it personal because there's no way on earth you let mobs or criminals to pay for justice and that is pretty much clear when you have an amazing percentage of cases won where criminals end up getting what they deserve.

"you have to be joking," at this point is almost a routine. dick arrives to your office with a folder filled with documents and reports from the officers and his own, a box full of evidence he picked up and sent to check to the labs, all the signed paperwork and the hope that you won't send him back to re-do all the work from zero "everything is in that folder!"

"detective, would you lower your damn voice?" you'd ask him, the snark on your tone is upsetting and dick has to take a deep breath to cool down a bit "there are several forms you haven't filled, how do you expect me to work like this?" and it was true, paperwork was important even if everyone hated doing it.

"you can't return the whole investigation for a couple of stupid papers! it's a big case, if you return it to the station we'll have to let the criminals go because the time runs up." dick is starting to lose every trace of patience and good will he has, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers and his hands clench a little more when you look at him, unamused and with any intention to help him.

"i can't help you if you don't bring everything in order, not to say that there are so many things that don't make sense on your files," you say, reading through some pages "this doesn't looks like a real detective's work, how do you expect me to do anything with this?" you leave the folder down, looking at him with your arms crossed over your chest and leaning back on the chair behind your desk.

dick is about to scream, you're telling him his work sucks and sending him back to do it all over again when he is sure there are cases pilling up back in the station but he has to hold it back. it's weird that the person he despises the most isn't some villain he fights at night but a prosecutor that he desperately wants to shut up for once and for all.

you are way too cocky for your own good and since the first case you dismised from his hands he has wanted to show you why he had the reputation he had, he's fighting his rage right now because he knew that in this case you were right and it would be stupid to keep pushing but he was too stubborn and a little too lost on how much he liked to get in your nerves.

"there's no way you can't help me with that case," he says and dick's voice is now an indicator of how upset he is feeling, not only because of you dismissing his work but also because this time he wasn't right (not that he has been before, he always forgot a paper or the whole background of a piece of evidence because he was too distracted on thinking how jolly the moment would be when you'd had to accept his work) "you just don't want to do it and that's bullshit, you should be dismissed from all the station's cases because this is personal."

"detective grayson," you warn him, if it was on your hands you'd help him just as you always tried to help but as a prosecutor you had to stick to the rules and make sure your coworkers did just the same "i'd suggest you to lower your tone and keep your emotions in check, the fact that i can't work with this investigation it's not my fault." you said, letting the folder fall back on your desk before standing up.

there went the last string of patience and good will dick had, he stood up but stayed still until you started walking your way to the door and he'd be lying if your figure wasn't distracting him a little bit with the way that greenish button up shirt hung a little loose on your shoulders but gave a hint of your figure. he had to shake his thoughts away and as soon as he saw your hand reaching for the door he darted towards you, pushing the door closed shut again and standing a little too close to you.

dick is hovering over you, looking down as his eyes fix on yours and there's no way to hide the surprise of the sudden outburst that causes you to flinch a little.

"you think so high of yourself, y/n," dick hisses as his eyes narrow, he leans in closer and it sends a spark that danced between anger and pure expectation from what he could do "you think that you make the fucking calls and that is just so upsetting, i wish i could just bring you down from that cloud and show you just what you are." he points at you and it's distracting because dick grayson has always managed to keep his anger in check.

"keep your emotions in check, detective" it was another warning, it came throught gritted teeth and narrowed eyes as you stand still ready to snap back at him on the first chance "am i the one that thinks too high of themself? let me break it to you, grayson, at least i'm trying to do my job as i have to."

the banter between you two has always been a little more snarky and less heated, not to be taken so serious because what you wanted to do was to push dick to do his absolute best so you could also help people to be safe out on the streets, living their lives but this time was just different because there was something else fueling the words.

there's a spark that ignites inside of dick as soon as your words hit close to home and next thing you know is that you're being cornered against the door of your office and he managed to inmobilize you; he grabs your shoulder to turn you around, his right leg between yours and his face right next to yours.

"you think you're better than the rest of us just because you get to take the credit of putting the bastards we catch behind bars but you just have to sit pretty here," he speaks lowly into your ear, his tone making it clear that he was letting it all out, months of bottled up frustration flowing out of him "you do nothing but talk, that's all that mouth of yours can do and it was just time someone put you in your place."

"richard grayson, you better back the fuck up now or–" you start, the warning hanging in the air and interrupted by a low grunt that just escaped your lips when he pressed a bit more against you just to mess with your nerves, causing his thigh to press a bit more between your legs and sending a jolt through your spine that mixed with all the emotions "do that again– shit," and even tho he is surprised and a little taken aback by your reaction he complies, moving closer until he could feel his leg pressed up against your clothed core and he decided to grind it teasingly "just like that, right there..."

"that's all it takes to turn off your brain?" he asks mockingly, his hand pressed between your shoulders as his lips brush against your era and it's easy to hear the smirk on dick's voice "pin you against the door and let you grind yourself against my thigh? it's pathetic how a smartmouth like you turns to a puddle when someone touches your cunt like this."

yeah, it's pathetic because he managed to shut you up without even trying and he's proud of it. his hand trails down your back until it reaches the lower part of it making sure to hold your body in a way you couldn't move your hips to grind on his thigh.

"go on, why don't you move?" he asks teasingly, his hand pressing harder when he felt the jerk of your hips and an amused laugh escapes his throat when you grunt frustrated "who would have thought that miss great prosecutor was such a desperate little slut." and he could have stopped there, make you help him because you'd be too embarrased to deny him anything after putting this show for him but dick decided to lean in and press a lingering kiss on your neck that made your breath catch on your throat.

"dick– fuck, don't be such an ass" you say in a hoarse tone, looking at the ceiling as you try to rock your hips once again, feeling yourself able to do so when dick's hand wanders from your back to your stomach and then up, resting between your breasts as he breathes you in.

"pretty fucked up, isn't it?" he asks against your neck, nibbling on the side of your neck as his fingers start undoing the buttons of your shirt while you grind against his thigh and everything feels so forbidden, one of your hands moving to lock the door because there was no way you'd let yourself get caught being groped by the detective you've told all your department you hated.

it wasn't news for your coworkers that dick and you had a long history of not getting alone but truth be told, you just wanted to make dick give his best because that would also allow you to give your best. it was a win-win, if only he saw it that way because you weren't trying to buy more time for the criminals to make up evidence or build new alibis or get fake witnesses.

dick gets your shirt open, his hands messily working on pulling your bra down and growling lowly when he saw your breasts spilling out against the door, his eyes moving from your chest to the way your features contorted from the way you were getting yourself off like this. with every jerk of your hips he could feel your ass pressed against his cock, the bulge inside his dressing pants now hard in a way you could feel it againt your body.

he lets go of you, turning you around and ignoring your grunt when you were left without that pleasurable feeling on your aching pussy. his hands gripping your hips as he presses a hungry kiss on your lips, demanding and bruising between the smirk it draws from him when you kiss him back with the same need as your hands undo his shirt, pulling it away from his body as he manages to walk until he is sitting on your desk with you sitting on his lap.

the messy making out is only interrupted when the clothes come out of your body, heavy breathing as he squeezes and gropes your flesh into his hands in a rush of pure lust that's fueled by the way your wetness feels when pressed against his hard on as he moves you to tease your pussy, his shaft moving between your folds and the wet sounds are only muffled by the low moans and growls you both try to keep as low as you can.

"this is wrong..." you say breathlessly, feeling how dick picks your body up with his arm around your waist as his free hand lines his tip with your entrance and he grunts into your neck when you are the one that slides down on him with your eyes closed shut "so wrong, god."

it's not much when your body moves on its own, going up and down on his cock as he looks up at you, hands gripping your waist to hold you as his lips are around one of your nipples, sucking and licking at it while your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders.

you'd never set yourself into this kind of situations but there was no time to think about how wrong this was when it felt so good, the way he filled you up as you rode him slowly, teasing him to grip your hips in order to set the pace to make you bounce on him.

"you look so good like that, fuck," he whispers against your chin when you start grinding on him, his hands on your hips so hard that his fingers bruise your skin as he thrusts deeper into your pussy "so desperate fucking yourself like a bitch in heat, you think you're using my cock for your pleasure but you're nothing but a pretty toy."

his words work as a turn on, the way he looks at you with hunger and need as he pounds harshly inside your cunt makes you moan without care on who could hear you.

"you look so pretty like that, so tight around me" he grunts into your ear and it's right there when he takes the lead, setting a fast pace as he holds your hips to make your body bounce "you like it like this? when you're being used like a dirty whore, sweetheart?"

"i like it so much, fuck–" you whine and the sound of your voice makes him chuckle, this was pretty bad because the degrading words were making you needier and the way you couldn't hide it made you appear more like a slut for him, clenching around him the closer you got to your climax as he hit all the right spots with each thrust he gave.

it was hard to talk for you, between moans and whines of pure delight that came after each stroke dick made as he kissed your jaw but he had no problem on doing it while his hand moved and reached that space on your pussy.

his thumb pressed against your clit made you shiver into his arms, whinning pathetically as he played with your sensitivity with a wide grin "look at the little mess you are, always so collected and now you're here with your legs all spread for me to fuck you into a brainless slut."

"dick– i'm close" you say, eyes teary and voice broken as your face finds a place into the crook of his neck but it's not too much time until he finds your gaze, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss into your lips before he pulls back and nods, thrusting in a faster pace and with deeper strokes.

"c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart." he growls against your ear, both hands holding your waist as your movements become sloppier and erratic, the tension on your belly building more and more until your orgasm hits your whole body making your walls clench tighter around him "that's it, that's a fucking good girl... i'll pull out now, yeah?"

and he doesn't wait for your response, knowing you won't be able to think straight while you were still on your high and with you still straddling his lap dick moves, strocking his cock until he is throbbing into his fist before he reaches his own climax, painting your stomach with those milky white streaks.

maybe, just maybe now he could find a way to fix his work without feeling so upset about it.

[reasonsforhope]

I keep seeing news about charges and what-not being piled onto Trump, and all I can keep saying to myself is "but is he going to experience one (1) single consequence of this?" So... is there any iota of a hope that something could come of this circus that will make the slightest ding in his capacity to run in 2024?

So, the answer to this is a bit complicated - partly because there are a lot of factors and a long time scale, and partly because it depends on how you define "consequences"

If you mean "any serious consequences at all," good news, that has already happened!

If you need to catch up on the whole "cases against Trump" situation, read this: The Cases Against Trump: A Guide. Via The Atlantic, November 1, 2023

1. The New York Fraud Case

A judge has ordered that the Trump Organization must be dissolved in a ruling that is being widely described as a "corporate death penalty." This is an incredibly rare ruling, and a huge deal.

The details will take a while to hash out - currently, Trump's kids are in the middle of testifying in a trial for this fraud case, but it's not to determine whether he's guilty - only the extent of the damages and the outline of how the org will be dissolved. It's extraordinarily unlikely Trump will be able to get out of this one. And high up on the list of things he's probably going to lose? Trump Tower itself.

Now, admittedly, this actually isn't because of, you know, the whole attempted coup thing. It's because the Trump Organization's finances were built on decades of absolutely massive fraud - including the very wealth that Trump lied about in order to explain why people should vote for him.

Oh, and let's not forget that in this case, Donald Trump spent weeks absolutely shit talking the judge to try to "poison the jury pool" (make sure that people on the jury would go in with a negative opinion of the judge already). ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT THERE IS NO JURY IN THIS CASE because his attorneys forgot to request one, so the sole arbiter of his fate is the judge he just spent weeks absolutely slandering in an attempt to win over the jury! And all else aside, judges very infamously do not like being insulted

Oh yeah, and the prosecutors are seeking a permanent ban on Trump doing business in the state of New York

Fraud trial explainer (New York Times, no paywall) Sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

2. 14th Amendment Lawsuit

Okay so I did all the other sections first, then came back and wrote this one. It's shorter because of that, and because this issue is a lot newer and doesn't have nearly as much legal stuff or investigations going on yet.

What's happening here is that several states have people who are filing petitions and lawsuits to try to get Trump taken off the ballot for the 2024 election, under the 14th Amendment, which was passed in the aftermath of the Civil War and bars anyone who has committed insurrection from holding office.

So far (as of the first week of November, there are cases to kick Trump off the ballot in about 20 states. Oral arguments have started in Colorado and Minnesota.

Basically, my take on the short version is that this could happen, but we'll have to wait at least a few more months to see how likely it is.

However, even if it does go through, Trump would only be kicked off the ballot on a state by state basis. So, if Colorado kicks him off the ballot, he'll still be on the ballot in the other 49 states, and the process would have to be repeated in each one. Still, even if it was just one state, that could be a big deal, voting-wise - and if he gets kicked off the ballot in more than a couple states, he might not end up being the Republican nominee anymore, given the size of that disadvantage.

Correction, 6 min after posting: It's expected that if Trump DOES get kicked off the ballot in any state, the Supreme Court will hear the case and weigh in. The decision would be binding for all states. Supreme Court probably unlikely to ban Trump from the ballot since they cheated their way into a conservative supermajority and 3 of them are Trump appointees

Explainer: Trial to kick Trump off the ballot in Colorado Explainer: Strengths and weaknesses of cases to kick Trump off the ballot Sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x

3. The Classified Documents Case

So, the fraud case above is actually a civil case (that is, not a criminal case). The classified documents case, however, is a criminal case, and it's arguably the one most likely to lead to legal and political consequences for Trump, in large part because everything's very clear cut.

Like, Trump has literally admitted he retained classified documents on purpose - which is super against the law! Trump is just arguing a variety of nonexistent technicalities for why that law doesn't apply to him. But he did it! We know he did! We have photos of classified documents stored in the Mar-a-Lago bathroom! We have testimony from the employees he ordered to secretly move the boxes before the FBI probe. We have records proving he asked Mar-a-Lago's IT guy about erasing the surveillance footage of the move! We even have proof that a) he stole nuclear secrets, and b) a recording of him waving around the "plans of attack," bragging about them to other people!

All super damning.

(Post continues below, at length; sources at the end of each section.)

And another thing that's extremely key: Trump is charged in this case with violating the Espionage Act. And the Espionage Act explicitly does not give a single fuck about why you retained documents, or whether there's any proof you intended to show anyone. Any and all hoarding of national defense documents is illegal under the Espionage Act - EVEN if they're not classified, which is great since "I declassified them with my brain" (not how it works) is Trump's main defense here.

So, this case is basically the surest criminal conviction - and the most likely to have electoral consequences. Partly because Republicans, as few issues as they care about, generally are security hawks - "Trump stole nuclear secrets and showed them to people" is giving Repubs pause in a way that the insurrection just isn't, probably esp in the military and ex-military demographic.

Trump could also serve jail time if convicted in this case (which again he probably will be).

However, violating the Espionage Act doesn't ban you from running for or holding public office, which imho seems like a pretty major oversight.

Classified documents case explainer Sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

4. The Insurrection

So, this is where things get really complicated, because the case is complicated and so many things about it are so unprecedented.

There are two different cases here: a criminal case in the state of Georgia and a federal criminal case (that's the one run by Special Counsel Jack Smith, who is also running the classified documents case).

I definitely can't summarize all of this huge situation here, but here's some key points re: whether there will be legal consequences:

I actually have a pretty high level of trust in Jack Smith, in large part due to his record: he's serving as special prosecutor while on sabbatical from his normal job of prosecuting war crimes at the Hague. And he's specifically been prosecuting war crimes from the wars and genocides in former Yugoslavia in the 80s and 90s. That specifically gives me a lot of confidence because - as someone whose family is from the region - I think it's a really strong demonstration of his abilities. It means he has a lot of experience prosecuting high-level government and army officials, in a complicated, multi-year, multi-war conflict, where there were way more sides and factions than we have, along with way less documentary evidence (bc 90s), and a lot of history of political corruption and coverups. I find that really reassuring, especially the "experience prosecuting high-level government and army officials" thing in a situation with, shall we say, extremely contested and variable national leadership, during the course of multiple civil wars

"Schwendiman compared it to prosecuting Kosovo’s equivalent of Benjamin Franklin and Alexander Hamilton. “If you indict these people, you’re saying, ‘The founding fathers of Kosovo have committed atrocities, and I’m ready to prove it, in an independent court, with independent judges and rules that apply to everyone.’” And that was Kosovo's founding president. So yeah, I think Jack Smith can handle Trump. Source

Okay now to the points you might have actually heard of lol

The Georgia case is a state level case, which means that no matter what, Trump can't pardon himself in that case

The Georgia case is also charging Trump under the RICO act - aka the rackeeting act, usually used to prosecute organized crime. And convictions under the Georgia RICO Act come with MANDATORY jail time

I think the evidence here is pretty compelling, see: the congressional Jan 6 hearings

There is a pretty high chance that, in a massively unusual step, filming will be allowed inside the trial/hearings. This is HUGE, especially because Trump supporters would actually be watching it too (unlike, generally, the congressional hearings), and that evidence all laid out looks really goddamn bad

Also, if yesterday's fraud trial testimony is any indication, Trump is likely to end up yelling and screaming at the judge, etc. in the trial, which is going to look wildly unprofessional

The federal trial will be taking place in Washington DC, where it should be very doable to get a jury that isn't stuffed with Trump cronies (unlike, say, if the case was brought in Florida)

Trump has attempted witness tampering on a lot of occasions, and tried to poison the jury pool, and he got caught so now he's under a gag order that restricts what he can say re: both of those.

Important note: Jack Smith has brought the narrower of two possible cases against Trump. He's filed against Trump with several conspiracy charges, including "conspiracy against rights," which was historically created to prosecute the KKK for racial terrorism

However, Jack Smith did not actually charge Trump with inciting an insurrection. There are a lot of possible reasons for this, but it mostly boils down to the fact that "inciting an insurrection" is significantly less objectively provable, in this case, esp since "insurrection" isn't actually defined in the relevant law

So, Jack Smith has traded a broader case (the one including insurrection charges) for a case that is much simpler and quicker to argue, and that he's sure he can prove

Jack Smith absolutely knows that he has an effective deadline of November 2024 (aka the next election, because a Republican president would shut down the investigation immediately), and he's planning accordingly

Look. Federal prosecutors - and the prosecutors in Georgia and the other NY case, for bribery of porn star Stormy Daniels - would not be bringing these charges if they did not feel sure they would win. Democracy aside, if any of them lose their cases? That is almost guaranteed to end their careers. So they have a very vested self-interest in only taking on what they are absolutely sure they can prove

The judge in the federal Jan 6 trial is the judge who has given the harshest sentences against any of the Jan 6 rioters, and she is the only judge to have sentenced rioters to more time than the prosecutors asked for

Jan 6 charges against Trump, explainer Sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

A Very Hot Take: It might not be a bad thing that Trump is still allowed to run

So, this is my personal take on the situation - I acknowledge that it's a very hot take on the Left, and that I might well be wrong about this. I might be totally misreading the field here. But I genuinely do think that Trump being the Republican candidate for president could be a good thing, and in fact I'll genuinely worry significantly more if Trump isn't the Republican nominee for president.

The why all basically comes down to this: I think Trump will be easier to defeat in the 2024 general election.

Again, look, I may totally be misreading this, and that would be really bad, but here are my thoughts:

Trump is super popular with the far right base - but that same strength makes him a huge liability in the general election. You CAN'T WIN a presidential election without the support of independents and moderates (including "moderates"). This is a really common problem for Republican candidates, actually: the more they move to the right to win the core Republican base, the more they risk hurting their chances in the general election

Independents and moderate Republicans - again, who Trump needs to win with to get the presidency - are significantly more likely to care about, you know, all the stealing classified documents and committing treason things

I can't think of anything that will guarantee people on the left get their asses to the polls better than "Vote or Trump is president again." A lot of the time, with someone who hasn't been president before, voters can lie to themselves and go "Oh it won't be that bad once he's in office," esp among moderates. But now we have proof that isn't the case!

Look, I don't know if Trump is getting dementia or what, but his faculties really do appear to be declining. They'll likely be significantly worse in another year - his speeches are already way worse than there were in 2016. He just can't track what he's saying well enough anymore. This makes it harder for him to make his case to the electorate

He's also the only actual Repub candidate that's about the same age as Biden - which will do a lot to stop the Right from using Biden's age as an effective weapon to get a Repub in office

Honestly, my biggest worry is that DeSantis will be the Republican nominee. I am way more scared of Biden vs. DeSantis than Biden vs. Trump.

Reasons I would absolutely rather Biden face Trump than DeSantis include: DeSantis is way younger and he has way less baggage. Because he hasn't been president yet, voters can do that self-delusion thing that he won't be that bad - that he'll be better than Trump - and that unlike Trump's, his plans will work. People on the left and in the center often don't know who he is yet, and there's not such a huge current of electoral energy to get them to the polls. And most of all - unlike Trump, DeSantis is actually smart. And as part of that, he is capable of a deep and absolutely premeditated cruelty that Trump just doesn't have the attention span or the patience for. Biggest example: actually literally kidnapping undocumented immigrants and sending them to Martha's Vineyard, and all the awfulness that went along with that, including the part where he started a goddamned trend.

Nikki Haley I'm less worried about because her core support base - conservatives - is also the country's core support base for misogyny. I hate to be glad about misogyny, but it genuinely would make it harder for her to turn out ultraconservative votes, especially evangelicals.

Sources: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

So, yeah, all told I don't actually have "Trump still gets to run for president" super high on the list of things I'm worried/mad about.

Also worth saying that we don't want just being indicted (aka charged with a crime) to disqualify people from running for office, because then all Republicans (or anyone) would have to do to disqualify an opposing candidate is find literally any excuse to charge them with something

But back to your original question! I genuinely DO think he'll face legal consequences, and I genuinely DO think he'll probably face jail time. Which obviously I am rooting for very hard

[periwinkla]

haha I’m back again haha-

If there was one thing you could change about the ace attorney story what would it be?

Personally it would be having the gap between where Phoenix and miles were in contact be a lot shorter. Because sometimes people forget Phoenix kinda stalked miles, they knew eachother for like a few months when they were 9 years old! So it is kinda creepy that Phoenix just stopped everything for him because he “looked sad.” The thing is we don’t even have confirmation that Phoenix tried contacting him. It would also make more sense if they were constantly talking to each other and it just stopped. Phoenix would have a better reason for the going into law school for a friend then “hE wAs sAd.” It’s honestly insane that nobody actually questions this for more than a minute! Like yeah, it’s the ace attorney universe. But are you telling me that no one thought “oh my god that is absolutely insane you need to talk to a therapist!” Anyways tell me what you think!

Haha hello again, anon :) (a few SOJ spoilers for the 1st paragraph) I don't think I would change any major event, but... I think I would change the way Trucy's relationship (or lack thereof) with some characters is depicted. Apart from the final SOJ scene with Edgeworth, it feels like Trucy doesn't have much of a relationship with the first trilogy's characters. In SOJ Maya doesn't mention her at all, even though it would make sense to have a dialogue with her asking Phoenix how his daughter was doing.... so maybe, if I were to change any part of the story, it would be for Edgeworth to notice she stuck in his suitcase a bit earlier so that she can take part in 6-5 at least. What she was even doing throughout the whole mayhem still baffles me... please don't tell me she was in the suitcase the whole time... I understand your point, although at least for me it just represents a character flaw & relationship flaw, and I find it interesting. I don't think it's something that's ever treated as a 'normal' decision in-game, either (Maya is flabbergasted when he tells her the reason he became a lawyer, for example). It shows how easily he gets attached to people and obsessed with saving them. It's an actual problem he has as a character. Also the class trial sells to me the narrative that Phoenix was a bit of an outcast in childhood (he had only Larry as a friend which is also mentioned to have had a not-so-good childhood).  And in such a circumstance there was this one person to stick out for him so vehemently. Then he sees that same person - someone he saw as a hero - in a newspaper depicted as a demon who would do anything for a guilty verdict, and he can’t accept it. Phoenix does this to an extreme degree, but he does everything in his life to extreme degrees, really. And it seems like to him, as long as he gets to save people, nothing is a big deal. Like ‘yeah this is just a thing I need to do to save that person’. It’s no biggie to change life paths to save someone, it’s no biggie to swallow a necklace, it’s no biggie crossing a bridge on fire, it’s no biggie adopting a kid at 26 when your life is in shambles. I like that Phoenix and Miles’s relationship is not an idyllic love story thing. Phoenix’s tendency to get too attached, obsessed, and fixated on saving people is one of his character flaws, which is something he needs to work on. Miles’s tendency to self-isolate and do everything by himself contrasts with that and they both need to learn from each other, really. Both are incredibly unhealthy. What drives this point home is 2-4 for me, because Phoenix makes Miles’s death all about himself, like it’s somehow his responsibility. When it really isn’t. Miles had to take some time for himself and figure himself out. It’s the way he did it that was wrong. They’re both wrong here.

By the way Phoenix confirms he tried to contact him, we just don't know the 'how'. I suspect he may have just phoned/sent something to the Prosecutor's office, but who knows. Miles didn't reply, regardless. Unless he sent like, dozens of stuff to the Prosecutor's office, I wouldn't define that as stalking; he also never even tries to be in his vicinity if not in the courtroom. By his logic, he only can get through to him via the law, after all. By showing him and reminding him what Miles himself taught him as children. That's why he became a defense attorney and not something like... I dunno, a detective? Would have been easier to talk to him if they worked together, no? But that wasn't the point. He wanted to inspire Miles to go back to being the person who inspired him when they were children. That's my understanding, anyway. (also I like to consider the fact that the whole Dahlia fiasco reminded him of the feeling of being accused, but I'd ramble so I'll stop here... there's a lot behind his decision to become a lawyer) I do think it would have been nice if they had at least a few more months together as children though. In the game it’s ambiguous when the class trial takes place (and the JP school year starts in April) so initially I had thought they were friends for something like 8ish months… but in the anime it’s set in September. To me this may imply that Phoenix didn’t have a nice childhood either; maybe it wasn't tragic, but he was lonely enough that he hanged on the memory of those 3-4ish months because those were his most precious ones. It’s… sad.

P.S. Sorry if I rambled too much anon, I tend to overanalyze stuff.

[ichore]

CHAPTER 1

pairing(s): nanami kento x afab!reader x higuruma hiromi

synopsis: the three of you passed the bar and decided to celebrate in your own little way

warnings, tags: MINORS DNI, no curse au, nanami is kinda ooc, kissing, fondling, smoking, not proofread

wc: est 2k

masterlist

“It's like a church.” you whispered as you stood in the empty courtroom; the chemicals of the cleaning supplies still lingered in the air. It mixed with the woody smell of the stand, seats and tables of where usually life changing decisions were argued for and against.

“And then there she is, with her tits out in all their glory.” said Nanami Kento, who was on your left, while staring at the small statue of Lady Justice who stood proudly on the Stand ahead of where a Judge normally sat. His comment earned a furrow of your brows, but as he lifted the rim of his beer bottle to his mouth, you realized he already drank the majority of his drink - and he was already at his fourth one.

“Do you have something against breasts, Nanami?” Higuruma Hiromi slurred, the heat of his body warmed your right side. His black strands of hair fell messily on his forehead, his tie slightly loosened and awry enough to see the drops of sweat pearling on his neck. He was a mess, but the glint in his dark eyes told you that perhaps this was the happiest day of his life so far.

“Shut up, and enjoy your free drinks.” Kento spat. “Not like you look like you need any more, though.”

“Be nice, Ken-Ken…” your hand rested on Kento's shoulder blade for the span of his fleeting annoyance. Unlike Hiromi and you, Nanami Kento came from a rich family; he had the money and the arrogance to easily survive Law School, to be the second best of his class. The dreams of many came easily and fell on his lap. No matter what he wanted, he got it. Except for you, and the first place of the class - which Hiromi earned.

“I've told you not to call me that.” a defeated sigh left Kento's lips as his eyes wandered to yours that already had the curve of a mischievous smirk. “What are we doing here, anyway? We just passed the Bar, we're going to see this place a lot from now on.”

“Not like this,” you began to walk towards the stand. The lull of your own beer became evident in your unstable steps, the clicking of your heels echoed against the wooden floor, and both men silently watched and followed you as you sat on one of the tables. You held your cold drink against your chest to soothe yourself. “I'm going to be a Judge.”

“That's five more years.” Kento hissed. In that moment, he realized he was never going to have you; when he asked you if you would be his girlfriend, you said you weren't open for a relationship until you passed the Bar and now you just broke the new that he'd have to wait five more years, and even then, he would have to face the ethical concerns and troubles of dating a Judge as he was going to be a Prosecutor. For you, perhaps he wouldn't mind, but he had the suspicion that you would rather not.

“Yeah, no shit.” Hiromi mumbled, his widened eyes stared at the red bottoms of your black shoes as his index finger kept tapping against his empty bottle. He, on the other hand, hoped that despite the obvious choice of your classes, you would change your mind and become a Public Defender like he was going to be. Your sense of just mixed in with the right amount of kindness was what drew him to you. On his lonely nights, he pictured himself opening his own law firm with you, how he would give you the best office with the best view. Where together, you could save the helpless. And now, he just learned that you were going to be the one who would often take one's hope away with your decisions.

“Uhh… Thanks for the support, I guess?” you said, your sarcastic tone snapped both men back to the present where you were staring at them with raised eyebrows as your arms were tightly intertwined ahead of your bosom. “How lucky I am to have such great friends who always motivate me for more in life.”

“It's not that,” Kento clicked his tongue. His honey colored eyes looked Hiromi up and down, the fingers of his free hand fidgeting beside him like they always did before he said something vulnerable. You realized he was thinking that Hiromi was completely out of it. “I'm gonna miss you, is all.”

“Jesus… You said it yourself: we're going to be in court aaaall the time. We're probably going to see each other enough.” you shook your head as you reached out for Kento's hand and began to play with his fingers; he was always well kept, and the softness of his enormous hands and pedicured nails were something you always wished you could feel on your skin. The thud of his beer being placed on the desk next to you, his wide chest being mere inches away from your face and the way his legs were in one line with your knees in between your legs suddenly created a wave of heat in the courtroom.

“But not like this,” Kento whispered, the coldness of his drink remained on his palm and now it was pressed against your cheek. A golden strand of his hair fell ahead as he slowly leaned in, his alcohol drenched breath tickled your skin before he pressed his lips against yours. The softness of his kiss reminded you of a pillow; ever so gentle and weightless, until soft pecks turned into his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He let go of your cheek to cup the flesh of each of your thighs to pull you closer and open your legs wider. 

The view of the vibrant red of your lacy underwear against Kento's black suit pants jolted Hiromi back to reality. His heart sank as his soon to be mortal enemy devoured the woman he ached for for years, and yet, he could not bring himself to stop staring. He wanted his feet to take him out of that place, but they brought him closer to you instead. The smacking of your lips, your sighs, your hums all echoed in his ears as he stood right next to Kento. 

Whereas Hiromi was in pain, Kento was on cloud 9. All he wanted was you, your touch and your skin, your warmth that was seeping in between your groins and pampered his cock into rock hardness. So when his kisses found the sensitive crook of your neck, he didn’t mind that your lonely lips found Hiromi's. In a strange way, your hand pulling the black haired man into your shared, desire filled air made his cock twitch in anticipation and the first drop of his precum began to roll out.

Hiromi's kisses were more hungry and desperate, his tongue massaged yours with the aftertaste of a punishment. His teeth sank into your bottom lip as one of his hands slapped your ass before kneading the abused flesh some more while his other hand began to fondle your breast.

The rustle of the janitor's key from outside the courtroom door made the two men nearly jump away from you. Hiromi held your hand to help you off the table while Kento fixed your skirt just in time before the old man opened the door, and found all three of you in a messy state. Kento covered his mouth with his hand, his fingers slightly pinching his cupid's bow, as if he was boiling with wrath that he got caught in such a situation - but underneath his cover, you could see that your lipstick was all over his face. Which made you realize that it meant your own face was also a mess.

“What are you doing here? The ceremony has long been over.” the janitor asked, his eyes studying the three of you with suspicion.

“Just saying goodbye, y'know…to the place.” Hiromi said, giving half a smile and half a laugh.

“Yeah, well, now I have to clean this place again. So leave.” 

The walk of shame to the parking lot of the school was silent. Each of you had their eyes fixed on the tip of your own shoes until Hiromi pulled out a cloth napkin and handed it to you, motioning that you should clean up around your mouth a little. Your skin was still red from all the rubbing when it was Kento's turn to get rid of your makeup, meanwhile Hiromi decided to light a cigarette.

“That's a nasty habit that you got there.” Kento said as he took the cigarette out of the other man's hand and replaced it with the stained napkin. His free fingers wriggled from the adrenaline while his lips wrapped around the butt of the cig and he took a deep inhale, and held the smoke down.

“You know this isn't a blunt, right? Like you don't have to hold it in.” Hiromi laughed, his hands motioning the blond man to exhale already and to give the cigarette back, but before he could have it, you snatched it from the meeting of their fingers. Kento watched you from the corner of his amber eyes as he blew the smoke in the opposite direction of where you stood.

To their greatest surprise, despite your shaky hand and trembling body, you were smiling. “This was fun.” you said, finally.

“My parents aren't home tonight if you…both wanna come over.” Kento said, hiding his fists in the depth of his pockets. The late afternoon sunlight made his eyes look like two sunsets of their own, his messy blond strands gently danced along with the wind and his arms looked enormous in the posture he stood next to you - but all you could look at was the wet stain on the left side of his lap.

“Maybe another time,” you slowly exhaled the smoke before handing the almost fully finished cig to Hiromi, your fingers caressing the side of his hand as he took it from you. Suddenly, your lips crashed against the dark haired man’s while your fingers remained intertwined as Kento was nervously looking around if anybody else was witnessing the scenario - as if he knew, you were going to kiss him, too. A smile tugged at both your lips and his when you made your way to him; he devoured you like he wanted to memorize the very taste of you, his palms pressed against your cheeks to hold you as long as possible. “Be good, okay?” you said to both as you pulled away from Kento, and began to make your way to your car. Only when they were far away from you, you realized that your heart was raging against your ribcage like a bird begging to be freed. You wanted both men. You loved them, in fact, but Law was your life and you were not ready to throw your career away on the very day it just began.

“I'm going to destroy you, Nanami.” Hiromi eyed the blond man with darkness in his gaze. “In court.”

“Oh? Is that so? I think you're going to be more broke than ever.” 

“Money isn't everything. It's about the people.” 

“But money is everything,” Kento inched closer to Hiromi. The magnetic haze of your existence no longer pulled them together. Their tones were condescending, bile swelled at each of their words. “You won first place here, yeah, but this is a school. In real life, you won't have the manpower or the resources to win your cases.”

“Justice will prevail.” 

“Do you even hear yourself? How pathetic you sound? I swear, I don't understand what she sees in you.” 

“That's none of your business, Nanami. See you in court soon.” An all consuming rage began to bloom in Hiromi, his fists were tight and it took all in him to not hit the man standing ahead of him. Were it not for you, he wouldn't have walked away. But perhaps if it weren't for you, Nanami wouldn't have this type of power over him; it was you who introduced them to one another, the two very best men of the class. What was your reason to do such a thing? He wondered.

[igotanidea]

Bodies : Hotch x reader (part 2 to cold weather)

previous part

You would think that the end of the year would be a nice, peaceful time filled with joy and reflection about the passing year, and probably somewhere in the world it was like that. However, when you are a DA in one of the busiest cities in America, you can only quote some comic heroes while saying: the crime never sleeps.

To put it bluntly, Christmas and New Year’s Eve were nothing less, but a perfect opportunity for both petty criminals and organized crime groups to commit atrocities. Theft and assaults were – well – as tragic as it may sound – normal - but in the crowd of people at the city events there were always a risk of something bigger and worse.

Killing.

Shooting

Bombing.

You live and you learn.

And Y/N had seen enough of it, both in her career and in her private live to behave cautiously even though it was not her job to secure the place or make sure everyone was safe. But hey, here comes a surprise – being DA is not only about inspecting dead bodies and prosecuting killers.

For her – it was about people and serving justice.

Truly. Not only in theory.

And given her experience she knew something big was coming making her dread.

***

“JJ. I’m being serious.” She was sitting in her office, talking through the phone with her friend from the BAU, who also happened to be the only person who could get the whole team of agents to come. “this whole situation is serious. I can’t let it accure.”

“I can only do as much as present it at the briefing.” JJ responded though it was clear in her voice that she was struggling between her professionalism and sympathy for the young DA.

“Right. Sorry.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose swirling in the chair nervously while looking at the street below her. Full of police officers, CSIs, reporters and very characteristic yellow tape. “Didn’t mean to be demanding. I’m just – “ the words barely got through her throat but Y/N was pretty sure if there was anyone trustable in the whole wide world it was definitely JJ “ I’m kind of desperate. This is way beyond my pay grade.”

“I promise I’ll do my best Y/N, but it’s not my call.”

“Yeah, I know….”

Oh yes, she did.

There was too much to risk and Y/N could not sit in her chair doing nothing. If the mountain won't come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain. 

***

“Y/N!”

“Get out of my way Morgan I’m here on business.”

“Oh wow! Slow down Katrina.” Morgan chuckled and  Y/N raised an eyebrow at him “The hurricane.”

“I understood the reference.”

“What’s with the stormy attitude then?”

“Where is he?” she swiftly avoided the answer getting straight to her point.

“Can’t you at least say hello first?”

“Hello Morgan. Now where is he?”

“Who?”

“Stop playing with me.” She warned throwing daggers at him. It was the first time anyone at the BAU saw her act like a force of nature and even Emily couldn’t hide the amused smirk of approval. Y/N was finally showing her true side as driven and strong DA and not the withdrawn public prosecutor’s trainee they met her as. And it was both admirable and terrifying, especially to Reid who was so taken aback that his mouth hung open for a moment. The girl  woman, who saved him from drowning some time ago was a lioness and after the initial shock, he was the one to point her to the direction were the reason of her visit has been currently sojourning.

***

“The local authorities-“

“For god’s sake Hotch I am the local authority!”

“The mayor-“

“The mayor is a knucklehead who can’t speak publicly without having the speech written by ghostwriter. He has no idea what’s happening in his own backyard. And frankly I don’t think he cares.”

“You’re forgetting yourself.” Deep, calm and cold voice of the BAU chief was an evident contrast to his smirk and watchful eyes. Y/N was definitely a view when she walked into his office with a face expression so stern it could match his own.

“Oh I am?” she spun around, loosening the collar of her shirt, since the situation was making her blood boil. A little gesture that did not slip by the agent, even if he didn’t let it show at all.  “Okay then. I’ll calm down and resort to your way of understanding.”

“Which is?”

“Logic, obviously. You have no imagination whatsoever. Everything must always make sense to you and form a perfect whole. Let me present it to you then.”

“Please.” Hotch responded, still calm and collected pointing the chair to her. “You know the rules.” He added when she finally took the place instead of walking around his office like a caged animal.

“I got a killer on the loose.”

“Yes. Like many other states and cities.”

“A very specific kind of killer.”

“You’re wasting my time.”

“And mine apparently.” She muttered

“If you excuse me I got-“

“No.”

“Sorry?”

“I won’t excuse you. I’m here for something and believe me I won’t leave until I get what I want.”

“You’re being-“

“Unreasonable? Crazy?” she leaned slightly forward, almost leaning on his desk “Go ahead. Think what you want, I’d rather consider myself driven and concerned about my people. It’s part of my job to make sure no more families cries at night because some psycho is on a killing rampage. And you’re the fucking BAU supposed to –“

“I know my duties.” Hotch cut her off getting a bit agitated by her behavior.

“Do you now?”

“Leave L/N.”

“Nah, don’t think so.”

“You have no authority here.”

The sudden slap of a paper file on his desk didn’t make as much dramatic effect as she expected, but got his attention regardless.

“Come on Hotch. Don’t be shy, open it.”

 The ruffling of the pages was the only answer she got as Hotch’s eyes were moving though the file and the photos attached, scanning through every detail and blood mark on the bodies of the killed. Every line, every cut and wound inflicted on the flesh had a meaning. They both could sense in their bones even if didn’t make any sense at the point.  

“Bet they didn’t show you that, did they?” she whispered taking in his seemingly unfazed expression.

“This is-“

“Yeah, I know.“ she bit her lip hard enough to make it turn red from the pressure.

“Try to not bleed on my papers L/N.” his eyes flickered to her mouth for a split second.

“Look Hotch, I know we have our differences, many differences, but please.” She noticed, but decided to drop it due to the more urgent matter than his gaze and the sudden wave of heat. “Please work with me on this.”

She sighed hating the fact she was forced to plead with him. But it was all for the greater good and if that was what it took to ensure safety and peace in town – so be it.

“Why?” his dark eyes landed on her, piercing right through and it made her shiver in the same way she did when he grabbed her hand at the lake when they were working together before Christmas.

God, she hated her feelings. It was job, for crying out loud, and she didn’t need any exposure. Aaron could read her like a magazine, and it was very uncomfortable, to think he knew her better then she knew herself, while hiding his own motivations and emotions at the same time. Treating her like a mouse he could play with.  

“What do you mean why? Why do I want you to come?”

“Why are you pleading with me? You’re proud. You’re hot tempered. You do what you believe is right even if it violates someone else’s rules and patterns of behaviors.”

“And procedures.” She smirked

“Yes.” He nodded “So why?”

“You really want me to say it, don’t you? Some ego-feeding agent Hotchner?”

He looked at her in predatory, warning way even if his whole posture was revealing he was the lion falling for a lamb.

“Fine. Fine! You’re my last hope. I need you.”

Hotch’s face expression didn’t change even in the slightest when he stood up and opened the door motioning her to walk out.

“Aaron I –“

“Y/N.” He shook his head and waited patiently till she finally moved from the chair, defeated.

So she fought and lost and now the stupid mayor, who was only caring about the pretenses and appearances would be on top.

Over her dead body. She would catch that killer freak herself even if it meant –

“We’re going to Washington.“

Wait, what?

Hotch’s voice got through to her brain, but his words made no sense to her.

Did he just say -?

She frowned and looked at him in a bit of confusion.

“why does your action and your words never match?”

“Better get yourself on the plane L/N.”

“Since when do you take additional passengers?”

“Since I need to keep an eye on a rowdy DA, who wants to pursue a dangerous criminal on her own.”

“I did not-“

“You did.” He muttered handing her the coat in a very telling gesture

Um. Thank you?

“Are you concerned about my safety or something now?”

“You’re reckless and tend to put yourself in danger. I’m always concerned about your safety. Who would be my partner in investigating the bodies if something happened to you?”

Sure.

It was all about the bodies.

Not necessarily the dead ones though.

And very natural human instincts, even if forced to stay in hiding.

@somest1 @taygrls

[buckybarnesisdaddy]

All is well Part 4

Summary- Ransom reflects on how he ended up in this place. Daisy has so much love to give. And Baths are a love language for sure!

Pairings- Bucky x Daisy!Reader, Steve x Daisy!Reader, Ransom x Daisy!Reader, Ari x Daisy!Reader, Jefferson x Daisy!Reader, Jake Jenson x Precious!Reader, Andy x Peach.

Rating- Explicit, 18+

Warnings- polyamorous relationships, masturbation, mentions of jail, sex (piv), Oral (f & m receiving), edging, scissor play, mentions of; spanking, biting, edging, toy play. Teasing, making out, lots of sex, aftercare 18+ only!!

Word count- 14.3k

Authors notes- Obviously takes place in an AU where all the guys stories mix perfectly! As I’ve told @rainydayandmondays and @theinheriteddutchess Daisy is a little slut when she wants to be. 🤭😏

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous

Ransom sits on the back patio, sipping coffee and watching the leaves fall. The door opens behind him and he doesn’t bother to turn and look. A strong hand clasps on his shoulder and he knows who it belongs to. “What do you want Ari?”

“Oh Nothing much.” Ari sits next to him and smiles, “Andy was just checking in to see how it was going. What should I tell him?” Ransom rolls his eyes and looks at Ari.

“That I really love camp and can’t wait to write home about it.” Ransom shakes his head and takes a sip of coffee. Ari sits back and just watches him for a moment before he lightly laughs.

“Yeah cause sleeping with three different women and having someone cook all your meals sounds like the worst experience in the world.” Ari says, Ransom is about to say something snarky when Ari talks again “What was it that Daisy said? That you had to hold your tongue to get one of your precious baths?” Ari laughs and pats Ransom’s shoulder. “I won’t tell if you won’t, but you have to talk to me.” Ransom looks up at the sky, wonders if his mom’s house would be better than this. Then he remembers the sweet way Daisy rubs his back or the way Precious holds him close, when he asks of course, or the way Dutchess laugh makes him smile. This house is way better than his mom’s. So what if he has to clean a little and not be so quick to cut someone down. He can live with that.

“I don’t mind it, it’s better than jail that’s for sure.” Ransom finishes his coffee and sets the mug down.

“You know it’s not nice to talk about Linda’s house like that.” Ari jokes and Ransom actually cracks a smile. “I never thought she’d go for this arrangement but I I’m glad she did, it’s what you needed.”

***5 months earlier***

The ringing phone pulls him from his sleep, grumbling as he silence’s the ring, not wanting to wake his sleeping fiancé and baby. He quickly gets dressed and is almost out the bedroom door when he hears her voice, “Andy?” He turns around to see her sitting up in bed. “Andy where are you going? It’s still early.” Andy smiles.

“Someone I helped put away is getting released. I need to go see why.” He walks over to her. “Then I will be back, I promise. Take care of little man for me, okay?” She nods and gives Andy a kiss, “see you later, sweet peach.” and that he is gone. Andy would love nothing more than to crawl back into bed with his fiancé and spend the day relaxing like he had planned to. He got a second chance at a family, he’s not going to let anything ruin it this time. Knowing Ransom Drysdale somehow got his sentence overturned breeds nothing but worry in Andy’s mind, worry that his life isn’t going to be so relaxing for the foreseeable future.

He fidgets and taps on the steering wheel as he gets closer and closer to the courthouse. When he finally arrives he is ready to fight, he sure as hell isn’t letting Ransom walk without a fight. Siting in his office is an older women with white hair and glasses. Linda Drysdale. She demanded Andy get up and get to his office at the crack of dawn to talk to her, there are some conditions about Ransom’s release. And seeing as he was the prosecutor on Ransom’s case, he needed to sign off on these conditions. He can’t wait to tell the Drysdale’s to go fuck themselves and lock Ransom back up. Murders don’t go free, not on his watch. He locked up his own ex-wife for god sake, he has no issue locking up this asshole… again. “Linda? You wanna tell me why you beckoned me here at this hour?” Andy asks as he walks around his desk and takes a seat. Linda smiles.

“My son is going free. There is no doubt about it but he is only free on the condition that he either comes back to live with me. Or he goes to a halfway house and is monitored while he is reintroduced to society. The judge already cleared it.” She gives him another smile, Andy wants to slam his fists against his desk and tell her to get the hell out of his office, but he doesn’t.

“Then why are you here?” Andy says through clenched teeth, angry that justice won’t be served.

“I need you to meet with him and his lawyer at the jail this morning to go over these options. Once he decides you will bring the paper work to the courts and approve his release.” Linda explains.

“And why on earth would I help your murderous son walk free?” Andy asks, a little humored at her demand.

“Because money talks and I know about your first wife and son-” Linda starts but Andy stops her.

“That’s enough!” Andy sighs and stands from his desk. “Get out of my office so I can go.” Linda gets up and walks to the door.

“I look forward to hearing what he decides.” She puts her purse on her arm. “I know he will make the right choice.” She leaves and closes the door behind her. Andy sits in his chair and lays his head in his hands groan and just wishing he could be back home in his sweet peaches arms. Andy meets with the DA before he leaves and he explains that Linda pulled all the strings she had and used almost all the money she had left to get the conviction overturned. “So by week’s end he will be out.” Andy shakes his head and runs his hand over his beard in disbelief and anger. All the hours wasted on this damn case, hours he could have been with his sweet peach. “This is bullshit and you know it!” The DA raises his hands and says some line about how his hands are tied.

Wanting to make Ransom wait a little, Andy takes his sweet time getting over to the jail. When he arrives he is informed that Ransom and his lawyer are waiting in a meeting room and have been for a while. Andy responds with a smile and a simple I know. He is escorted back to the room and the first thing he sees is Ransom’s worried face. For some reason a sense of pity washes over Andy.

“Why am I here?” Ransom asks. He looks worried, agitated. Andy motions for him to sit, so he does.

“Your mom got your conviction overturned.” Andy says, Ransom is shocked.

“How?!” He exclaims.

“How else? Money.” Andy says with some edge in his voice. “Anyway, it’s under the condition that you return home under monitoring or go to halfway house and they monitor you there.” He looks at Ransom and then his lawyer. “So what’s it gonna be?”

His lawyer glares at Andy and starts to say, ‘let us talk it over’ but Ransom answers fast.

“No. I-“ He looks away. “I won’t go back with her, I can’t. I’d prefer jail.” Ransom stands up and knocks on the door, telling the guard he is done.

“Ransom you’re a free man.” His lawyer says. Ransom shakes his head and lets out a broken laugh.

“No one is free in that house. No one.” With that he is taken away and his lawyer start to bargain with Andy. Andy doesn’t listen because he actually feels sorry for the kid. As he is leaving and walking to his car a reminder from his calendar pops up. He forgot that he has a lunch meeting today, and then he gets an idea. “Well damn, maybe those ladies are exactly what he needs.” Andy gives the building another glance before he leaves. He sees Ransom looking out of the community room window, watching him.

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“Do you think they would be up for another?” Andy asks as he takes a sip of his beer. Ari laughs and shrugs.

“I don’t know. You could have called any one of them and asked. I’m not their handler.” Ari laughs and Andy nods in agreement.

“I know but you are like the big brother-“ Andy says and Ari cuts him off.

“Whoa! No. I’m more like a ‘late in life Step-brother’, I do sleep with them so let’s not compare us to a bio-sibling relationships. In fact let’s not compare me and the ladies in any way that would make us related.. at all.” Ari says and Andy lets out a loud laugh. Ari can’t help but smile, he hasn’t seen Andy this happy in years. Lori going crazy and Andy finding Peach to start over with while also helping with Jacob was the best thing to happen to him.

“Anyway, all I’m saying is you aren’t attached to any of them, at least not permanently. So you can be unbiased on if a new guy would work.”

“Well sure,” Ari says, “But that doesn’t mean they have the space for another guy.”

“Just meet him. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, he is an asshole but I think he needs it.” Andy begs. “I can’t let all the work I put in on that case go to waste. I need him to actually do some time and come out better for it.” Ari sighs and agrees.

“Okay, I’ll meet him and then bring it up to the ladies if he seems like he’d be a good fit.” Ari says. “But you owe me another beer.”

“Deal.”

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Ari gets one look and conversation with Ransom and he just knows, the house is where he needs to be. Ari calls a family meeting that night and tells you all about Ransom. The boys aren’t super thrilled and you ladies are the slightest bit hesitant.

“Will he bunk downstairs with Jefferson?” You ask. Ari nods.

“Look, he’s not the greatest guy and he is an asshole. He was in jail for attempted murder of his grandfather and murdering the maid.” He looks at you, he knows you are the one that would give in. “Come on, Daze. Trust me, he needs it.” You look at Ari and then at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh come on Daisy- don’t look at me like that.” Steve says.

“Yeah that’s not fair. You know we can’t say no to those eyes.” Bucky says. He sighs and nods. He looks to Steve who is the deciding factor and he nods as well. You look at Ari and smile as the others agree.

“I’m not gonna lie, yall are gonna hate him.” He looks at you all. “You are all kind and you’ve become family. He is new and he will push buttons. Just be prepared and remember you all agreed.” He gives it a minute for anyone to back out. When you don’t he smiles and uncrosses his arms, he didn’t realize when he crossed them to begin with. “I’ll call Andy and let him know.” Ari gives your shoulder a little squeeze as he walks out of the room.

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“A house full of 9 other men and 3 women? And the three women make the rules and call the shots?” Random asks.

“Yeah, I live there and we are like a little family.” Ari says, Ransom rolls his eyes. Ari looks at Andy and Andy urges him to continue. “Look Ransom, it’s a nice place. Food, freedom, a bedroom to yourself. You get your life back and if I’m being honest? The ability to have sex again with a person and not just your hand.”

“Whoa wait- the women sleep with you all?!” Ransom asks, way more intrigued than before.

“Well it’s not like a requirement and they aren’t just giving it out to anyone there. They are all married and have another man or two that they spend time with as well. And those men live in the house. You play your cards right and just maybe one will take a liking to you.” Andy looks at Ari and then looks back at Ransom, he can tell that Ransom is already sold and isn’t really listening anymore. “Again it’s not a promise but it’s definitely a possibility. But you’ll have to really work at getting on their good sides. They are all about rule following and having a harmonious environment. And they let us live there for basically free. I mean we have to help pay the bills but no rent fees and stuff like that.” Ransom still looks slightly skeptical. “No check ins with parole officers, no ankle monitors, this is your best option. Unless you wanna go to a real halfway house?”

“No.” Random answers.

“Or back to your mom’s.” Andy says

“No, please-“ Ransom says desperately. “Please don’t make me go back there. I can’t.”

Ari nods and puts his hand on his hips.

“Okay then, the house it is. Don’t worry it will all be okay. All is well and stuff.” Ari smiles and Andy laughs. “Alright, let’s get you released!”

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“A halfway house??” Linda asks, staring down Ari and Andy. “That’s really what my Ransom decided on?!”

“Yup!” Andy says. “I was surprised myself when Ransom chose it. But I think he just wants a fresh start.”

“What kind of halfway house is this?” Linda asks. “I want to research it.”

“You’re not gonna find it online ma’am.” Ari explains. “But I promise Ransom will thrive there.” He smiles and Linda looks at him still skeptical.

“I need to see this house.” She demands.

“I’m sorry but for this to work for Ransom he needs to go ‘no contact’ for the first few months.” Ari gives Linda a perfect smile and she blushes. “We will take great care of him, I promise.”

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Ransom gets released and says goodbye to his mom. She’s weepy and Ransom is counting the minutes till they are in the car. The drive there is quiet, Ransom is either scared that Ari is actually taking him somewhere to kill him or he’s sad. Ari is betting on the first one. “Well here we are.” They pull up into a long driveway covered by trees. You can’t see the house from the road and it’s surrounded by forest. The house is huge, Ransom counts at least 10 windows on the front of the house, and that’s just the bottom floor. It’s a new build but it looks old, it makes Ransom smile, reminds him of his grandfathers house. Not the same style, just the grandness of it.

“Whose house is this?” Ransom asks once the car is parked. Ari just smiles.

“Come on in, you can meet guys.” Ari says as he climbs out. Ransom is skeptical he bets this was all a trap and there aren’t any women at all. If he’s honest that the only reason he agreed. Free place to stay and 3 ladies who he can get in bed with. What more could a guy ask for? If there are no women inside he’s gonna lose it, these men will feel his sharp tongue and the weight of his lawyers. The entryway is nicely decorated, there is a place by the front door where everyone leaves their shoes. There are cookies baking in the oven, and the house is almost spotless. “It’s usually never this clean. Clean but but not this clean.” Ari laughs. “I think they just wanted to make a good first impression.”

“Where are they?” Random asks as he sets his bag on the floor. “Seems like no one is here.”

“Well the ladies and a couple of the guys aren’t but some of the men are still here. Something important came up this weekend that pulled away a few and then the others are visiting friends and family.” Ari explains.

“Why would they leave town when a new guy is arriving? Seems a little rude if you ask me.” Random pouts a little. A weekend with just a bunch of dudes? Not his idea of a good weekend.

“They wanted you to meet the guys first and let you get settled in. Then the emergency happened and pulled two of the guys away as well. You’ll meet them when they get back.” Ari explains and motions for Ransom to follow along. They walk down the hall and bump into Jake.

“Oh hey! I’m Jensen- well Jake, you can call me Jake.” He shake Ransom’s hand. “Nice to meet you.” With that Jake is walking down the hall, “follow me, allow Ari to rest a little. I’ll show you around.” Ransom gives Ari a look and Ari pats his shoulder.

“Jake’s great, he will show you to your room.” Ari says as he walks to his room.

“Great, I get the puppy dog to show me around.” Ransom mumbles. Jake hears him but he just smiles and keeps walking.

“This here is Daisy’s room, she share it with her Husband Steve and her boyfriend Bucky.” Jake says, that catches Ransom’s attention.

“Boyfriend?” Ransom questions. “I didn’t realize this was that kind of house.” He smirks and Jake turns around. “I mean I knew the ladies could get around if they wanted but I didn’t realize they had boyfriends and husbands.” Jake shakes his head and laughs.

“Oh they are gonna have fun with you.” Jake laughs again and Ransom smirks.

“I’m hoping.” Ransom answers and Jake can’t help but laugh again. He pats his shoulder which Ransom is getting really tired of, when did people start to think they could touch him, Ransom Drysdale.

“Follow me.” They walk farther down the hall. “This is Dutchess and her husband Frank Adler’s room, Her boyfriend Bucky lived here too.”

“Wait- so Bucky is with Daisy and Dutchess?!” Random is starting to get very excited at the possibilities in this house.

“Oh no! You see- Huh how to explain this?” Jake thinks for a moment. “Guess the truth is best.” Jake looks at Ransom and smiles. “A few of these guys are Avengers. Like Tony stark, saving the world, Avengers.” Ransom stares in disbelief. “And Daisy’s Bucky is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes that was cleared of all crimes as the Winter Soldier. He has been living here with Steve Rogers, yes ‘the’ Captain America, they’ve been living here in domestic bliss since the world ended and then is suddenly didn’t.” Ransom nods, he remembers that. One day he is fine and then next day the women he had been having sex with was just gone. She showed up 5 year later in the same spot she disappeared from. Sadly he had moved on and neither of them took kindly to three people suddenly being in Ransom’s bed. It was a rough day. "Anyway. They are with Daisy and happy as can be. They sometimes still go help out but for the most part they are retired. Now Dutchess Bucky is from another timeline.”

“Like time travel?! Where the fuck am I?!?” Ransom looks around to see if he was being punked. Jake laughs.

“Yeah it takes a lot to get use to but they are all really great. But as I was saying. Dutchess Bucky is from like 8 years ago. He was brought forward in time and he was gonna be used by some evil men to help end the world again but Steve and Bucky saved him. So now we have two Bucky’s. We call them both Bucky while they are separate, cause well that’s their name. But if they are both present then we call Daisy’s Bucky, James. And Dutchesses Bucky, Winter. Since he is still kinda the Winter Soldier. But he’s in therapy so no worries!” Jake just smiles like all he said was completely normal, Ransom shake his head and motions for Jake to continue the tour.

“Mine and Precious’ room is down there, we already passed it. This door leads to the basement and that’s where your room will be.”

“The basement? No, I don’t do basements.”Ransom complains.

“Well Ari has the attic so the only place left is the basement.” Jake says and then starts down the stairs. “But it’s really nice, honestly!” Ransom grumbles as he follows Jake. The basement is completely finished and has 5 rooms with 2 shared bathrooms. Only two of the rooms are occupied and the rest have very basic furnishings. “Jefferson! Come on out, meet the new guy!” Ransom has to hold back a laugh when the man walks out in a knee length dress coat and has a three piece suit on, he was obviously working on something.

“Did I miss something? Are we going to the opera?” Ransom jokes and Jefferson glares at him. Jake lightly laughs and steps between Jefferson and Ransom.

“Okay, not the best way to make friends, Ransom. Also Jefferson could slice your neck open without you even noticing or it hurting. So be nice.” Ransom rolls his eyes and gives a polite wave, Jefferson closes his door without a word. “Okay next is Frank, different than the one that’s upstairs, obviously. He has no last name and he comes and goes as he please, and I think he is actually here for once. Frank?” Jake knocks on the door and Frank answers.

“New guy?” He asks. And Jake nods. “Hi, good luck. If you do as they say, you’ll love it.” He smiles and closes his door. Ransom looks at Jake who just laughs.

“Now your room!” Jake takes him to the room next to Jefferson’s. “This will be yours, keep it clean and make yourself at home. I’ll leave you to get settled and then you can come up whenever you’re ready” Ransom nods and then looks around the room. He slowly walks in and takes stock of his new living arrangement. He sighs and drops his bag on the ground.

“Well fuck.” Ransom mutters. “I better get a lot of sex.” He opens his bag and starts laying things out. Yes he grew up with servants and he hardly had to do anything for himself, but he wasn’t helpless. Although he thinks, it would be nice if one of the ladies could wash his clothes, that he never learned how to do. Eventually he makes his way back upstairs. He bumps into Dutchess’ husband Frank and her Bucky- or Winter? Is that what Jake said? Yeah that’s what he said. They both eye him wearily and then just nod, still unsure of their new housemate. The day goes on and Ransom settles in. He has basic conversation with the guys, they all seem nice, a little soft if you ask him.

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Things start to take a turn when the first of the ladies shows back up. Frank walks outside and opens a car door for a beautiful women. Ransom can tell from here that her smile is perfect and that her eyes are incredible. Frank pulls her into his arms and gives her a kiss. Winter walks out and meets her too, she pulls him close and kisses his cheek. When they come walking in Jake waves hello and Jefferson smiles. She is polite to the guys and they seem to like her. She spots Ransom and she smiles.

“Hi, you must be Ransom, I’m Dutchess.” She extends her hand and Ransom smile and gives her hand a shake. Her voice is a sound Ransom wants to hear all night long.

“Nice to meet you too, Dutchess.” Ransom answers back politely. She then heads off with Frank and Winter. Jefferson and Jake lightly laugh and joke how they won’t see those three till dinner. Ransom watches them disappear down the hall. Once they are out of sight, or at least they thought, Dutchess gives Winter a kiss, a pretty passionate one at that. Then she turns and kisses Frank as Winter opens the bedroom door and they all three disappear into the room. Ransom laughs to himself and then smiles.

“So Ransom? You think you’ll like it here?” Jake asks. Ransom nods.

“Definitely.” He gives another look down the hall where Dutchess just disappeared to.

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The next one Ransom meets is Daisy and it’s a little more chaotic. It’s the next day and Ransom is sitting in the living room scrolling the TV channels when he hears car doors slam. There is a lot of commotion and then someone is swinging open the front door and stomping inside.

“I told you to stay in the fucking jet! I didn’t want him seeing you!” The man says to the shorter woman walking in behind him. Wow she’s beautiful too, Ransom thinks.

“It was fine, I was able to draw him out and I subdued him. Now, Steve is getting him locked away in the basement as we speak. You would still be fighting him if it wasn’t for me.” You smile and pat his cheek, his metal arm reaches out and takes your wrist in his hand. He knows his strength and he know she’s not hurting you. Ransom finds himself wondering what her skin feels like, soft for sure. He wants to nibble on that wrist.

“I didn’t want him to know you even existed. Now he knows Steve and I have someone we care about. Someone he could hurt if he ever got free.” The man explains. You pull your hand free and lay it against his face again, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Bucky,” you say as you look up at him. Ransom concludes that this is the ‘other Bucky’ or ‘James’ as Jake called him. “That’s why he is here, for us to help him be free. To help him heal.” You lean in and kiss him. Just then another man comes walking down the hall, coming up from the basement.

“He’s locked away with the special chains Tony made out of Vibranium.” You nod and kiss this man’s cheek. “And we are horrible housemates,” Ransom realizes he has finally been spotted. “Hey there! I’m Steve and this is my wife Daisy and our boyfriend Bucky.” Ransom clocks the words ‘our boyfriend’, that is something he will have to find out more about later.

“Stevie, if you keep introducing me like that people are going to think we are fucking.”Steve laughs and Bucky steps up and offers his hand for a shake. “I am Daisy’s boyfriend and Steve’s best friend.. he just likes to joke and weird people out with our situation.” Ransom laughs and shakes Bucky’s hand.

“Why is that?” Ransom asks. You answer before they can.

“Because Steve can be a little shit and Bucky jokes around telling people they ‘were roommates’ back in the war.” You explain and Ransom laughs again.

“Well, nice to meet you, all of you.” Ransom says, then he gets a little bold. He eyes up up and down, you three definitely notice. He decides to play along and make friends, keeping the jokes going. “So you two never fuck?” He motions between Steve and Bucky. They both laugh and shrug.

“Ehhh I guess you can’t say never.” Bucky shrugs and Steve slaps his chest.

“Yes you can, we’ve never fucked.” Steve glares at Bucky who just laughs. Ransom can tell that is a, Don’t be sharing our business with people we don’t know, look. which leads Ransom to believe that the answer is actually yes, they have, at least in some sort of way.

“Okay okay, boys. Go get unpacked and showered. I plan to spend all day in bed and I need my squeaky clean men with me.” You give them kisses and send them on their way. Steve and Bucky talk and joke and shove each other as they walk away. Ransom can’t help but smile, which is a weird feeling for him but this place just seems right. Especially with this beautiful women standing in front of him. You smell so good, Ransom wants to bury his face in your hair and just live there. Your suit leaves nothing to the imagination, the only thing Ransom needs to know that he can’t see because the suit is black, is if you have tan lines.

“What was your name again?” Random asks politely but starting to let his gaze linger on your body.

“Daisy,” you smile and bring yourself a little closer. You know he is looking you over so you tease him a little by getting closer but not touching him. The name is perfect for you, Ransom thinks. You are the personification of a Daisy; soft, sweet, and sunshine. Wow he really wants to run his fingers through your hair, so much so he physically puts his hands in his pockets to keep himself in line.

“Well Daisy, it is very nice to meet you.” Ransom smirks, turning on his charm. “I can’t wait to get to know you better.” You blush a little and reach out, taking his hand from his pocket and giving it a squeeze.

“You too Ransom. We will catch up later, okay? Right now my two men need my attention and I need sleep. 72 hour, turn around missions are not for the weak.” You smile and turn to leave, Random calls after you.

“Something tells me that nothing about you is weak, Daisy Mae.” You just wave over your shoulder as to hide the blush forming on your face. He is a cutie you think. When you bump into Steve and Bucky they make it their personal mission to make sure that blush is from them and them alone. They remind you that the ‘new guy’ may be cute but they are sexy as hell and they can go multiple rounds in the same hour. You sleep well into the next morning and you are sore the next day but so satisfied. Ransom tries to not let that bother him too much.

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The last one Ransom meets is Precious. She comes walking in that morning with her suitcase in hand. Jake walks over and he gives her a big kiss and she smiles and rubs his chest as she looks up at him. “Hiya Jakey.” She says, her voice is soft and sweet, Ransom wants her to say his name in that voice. “How did our new friend settle in?” Ransom turns around to see that She is talking to him.

“Pretty good, would have been better if you ladies had been here to welcome me yourselves.” Precious laughs and Ransom hears your sweet laugh from the hall as you walks out to grab some snacks.

“Well, we were all busy and we thought it would do you well to meet the guys first.” You explains. Ransom glances over to you and sees you are in a slip nightgown. It’s silk, blue, and really hot. He watches you walk away and sees how the dress hangs right at your ass. He turns to see Precious and Jake getting comfortable, Jake is leaning his chin on Precious’ shoulder as he watches her flip through the mail. Her eyes flick up and meet his, she smiles and then turns to Jake.

“I desperately need to shower. Join me?” She asks him and Jake is practically running to the bathroom. Precious smiles at Ransom, “We are all happy that you’ve decided to join us. Make yourself at home, it’s yours now too.” Precious leaves the kitchen and heads to the bathroom with Jake. Ransom smirks and watches as her hips sway as she walks away.

“Oh believe me, I will.” And with that he starts to strategize.

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He gives it a day, he sleeps in his bed and ignores the soft sounds of mattresses squeaking and headboards knocking against the wall. It’s unfair that they are all getting laid while he sits down here having to keep himself company with his hand. He needs to make his move, but on who, he starts touching himself as he thinks about all three ladies. “Dutchess wouldn’t work, she’s gonna make me work for it, I can tell.” He laughs to himself as he keeps thinking aloud, slowly palming over himself. “Which I am not against but that obviously doesn’t help me now.” He takes himself in his hand and gives one full stroke, he moans as he arches off the bed a little. “Mmhmm and Daisy Mae, she seems like she’s gonna be fun, willing to fulfill some dirty dreams of mine.” He quickens his pace, his breath catching a little. “But that husband of hers and her boyfriend, they will be touch ones to get past.” He works himself right to the edge, “Precious, mmhmm fffffuuuccckkk! Jake shouldn’t be a problem to get past. She won’t be easy though, I’m gonna have to work for it. She seems like one I can play with, she will be fun. Oh! Mmhmm yes!!!” He cums hard and it splashes all over his chest. He catches his breath and just smiles, it’s been a while since he’s been able to work one out. Jail isn’t exactly known for privacy. “I’m gonna have to pull out all the stops tomorrow.” He wipes himself off and collapses in bed completely naked, letting the cold air cool his overheated skin. “Fuck I can’t wait.” He smiles as he drifts off to sleep.

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The day goes by so slow Ransom keeps waiting and waiting for the perfect time. Daisy and her puppies went on a walk, that’s what He has decided to call Bucky and Steve for the time being, although Jake fits the ‘puppy demeanor’ as well. Dutchess and her cucks are off shopping. Is cucks too mean? Ransom thinks, nah. Thats kinda what they are, he tells himself. Precious is here all alone, well except for whoever is in the basement screaming, Ransom isn’t touching that with a twelve foot pole. Steve and Bucky brought that person in and he’s gonna leave it alone. Even Jefferson is gone, something about needing to see someone, Ari went with him. It’s just Ransom and Precious. He strips as he walks to Precious’ room he slams the door and goes to sit on her freshly made bed. He picks up the book from her bedside table and starts to flip through the pages. He sees phrases like He licks up her neck as he pushes inside her, Ransom smirks “oh Precious.” He flips some pages. She is on her knees and looks up at him with big doe eyes. She smirks and leans forward to kiss his- the door opens and pulls Ransom’s attention from the book. He sees Precious standing in the doorway, her arms are crossed and she’s just looking at Ransom. “So this is what you read.” He smirks and bite his lip as he tosses the book on the bed, letting Precious get a full view. “You know reading can only get you so far.” Precious smirks back and lightly laughs.

“I do alright for myself.” She uncrosses her arms and Ransom stands from the bed, walking closer to where she stands near the door.

“Is that right, Princess?” Ransom says dawning her a new nickname.

“It is.” She stands from where she is, keeping her gaze on his face and not his abs and definitely not that wonderful treasure trail and where is leads.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Ransom quips. He walks towards the door, he knows her eyes are on him, checking out his ass. He walks out the door and sees Jake walking in from outside. He is shocked and slightly angered at Ransom’s forwardness, a new nickname and strutting around naked?! Ransom just laughs and keeps walking. Everyone else had made it home by now and from where they were in the living room and kitchen they got a full view of Ransom’s goods as well. Jake makes a b-line to his bedroom and he sees Precious staring down the hall at Ransom, she’s biting her lip a little and doesn’t notice her husband walking in the room. That is until the door slams closed and her view of Ransom’s fantastic ass is disturbed. Precious blushes, knowing she’s been caught.

“Jakey,” she lightly laughs.

“Princess? Now, is that your name, Precious?” Jake walks forward and takes her jaw in his hand, his touch is light and soft but Precious knows what’s about to happen. Jake smiles and then it turns a little devilish. “What’s your name?”

“Precious.” She answers as he rubs his thumb across her lips.

“Whose are you?” He asks, so possessive and hot. Precious lets a moan slip as he pulls her close.

“Yours, Jakey.” She opens her mouth and she teases his thumb in her tongue.

“You got that right.” He walks her backwards to the bed. They aren’t seen till much later in the day and Precious has the most blissful look on her face as she hangs on her man as they snuggle on the couch. Ransom just laughs, he laid the foundation, he knows Precious wants him, it’s only a matter of time, and Ransom’s got plenty of it. ‘Now onto Daisy’, he thinks. Ransom looks at you across the room and you blush and then lean into Steve a little more.

*** Present day***

Ransom looks at Ari and smiles. “Yeah, it is definitely what I needed.” Ransom stands up. “And you can tell Andy that I really am loving ‘camp’.” Ari laughs as Ransom heads inside.

It is your last night with just Bucky and he wants to make sure you feel special.

“Where are we going?!” You giggle as Bucky pulls you close. “Why do I need all this new stuff?!” Bucky kisses your cheeks and down your neck.

“Because I want to dote on ‘my wife’.” He kisses you and then pulls back as he slaps your ass. “Go open your gifts and be ready by 6.” He winks as he leaves the room. You turn and open all the bags that Bucky had placed on the bed. A new purse, new earrings, new heels, and a new dress. It’s black and hugs you in all the right places.

“Bucky Barnes you know how to spoil a girl” you say to the empty room. You get dressed and your hair and makeup done just in time. You are slipping on your heels and spraying on your perfume when Bucky walks in. He is dressed in a well tailored suit. The blue brings out his eyes and he looks so good. His beard is nicely trimmed and just long enough. His hair is perfectly styled and ready for you to run your fingers through. You bite your lip and walk over to him. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply.

“You look beautiful, Doll.” Bucky says as he kisses you again. You giggle and thank him.

“You look pretty good yourself.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and you two walk out into the living room. You grab your new purse and head out the door. Bucky is the perfect gentleman. He opens your door, helps you in, before you get going Bucky lays his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a little squeeze. He always does this and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You wrap your arms around his and kiss his arm as he starts the drive into town. You have a lovely dinner under the fall stars. To end the night he orders wine and a creamy, delicious dessert. He feeds you about in between his and when it’s all gone he kisses you and licks some of the chocolate you missed off your lips. “Mmhmm Bucky, take me home,” you whisper, “Please baby?”

“You never have to beg me, Doll.” Bucky answers as he pulls your hand up and kisses your knuckles. He pays the bill and you two make your way home. You should have known something was up when the bedroom door was cracked open, Steve always makes sure it is firmly closed. When you walk in the whole room is dark except for the glow of the candles around the window and on the dresser. You can see the bathroom has candles as well and that the tub is full and going with the jets.

“Bucky?” You turn and ask.

“You deserve to be doted on,” he says as he slowly turns you around. He moves your hair out of the way and unzips your dress, his fingers grazing your back and causing goosebumps in their wake. He kisses your shoulders as he pushes the dress off of them, letting it fall and look at your feet. “So all night is what you need and want.” He unhooks your bra and lets it fall to the ground. You turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss, he moves his hands around and cups your breasts in his hands, one real one metal.

“Bucky,” you gasp, needing more.

“Let get in the bath, huh?” He suggests and you nod. You pull him closer and slip off his jacket. You unbutton his shirt and let your hands roam over his toned body. You kiss his lips as you fiddle with his belt, pulling it out and tossing it across the room. Bucky unbuttons his pants before you can and he is stepping out of them just as fast. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist as he drops you to the bed first. “On second thought, I need a taste first.” He winks as he settles on top of you, boxing you in.

“I need these off, now.” You tease as you snap Bucky’s boxer briefs.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky coos as he stands up to slips them off. He reaches out and completely rips your underwear off.

“Bucky!?” You gasp. “I really liked those!” Bucky smirks and pulls you closer by, massaging your ass.

“And I already bought you 12 new pairs and they are washed and in the dresser.” He kisses down your body spending time on each breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and lavishing them with his tongue. You hum and play with his hair, it’s just long enough for you to run your fingers through and grip when you need to. Bucky kisses done you body and settles between your legs, he leaves kisses and love bites all along your inner thighs until he reaches your center. His gaze flicks up to yours as he leans in and places a little kiss on your clit. The shudder it sends through your body makes you both smile.

“Please Bucky!” You breathlessly moan and to answer you he seals his lips over your clit and begins to suck and lick, bring you to the edge so fast that you don’t have time to warn him, not that he cares in the slightest. He moans as he licks up your juices and continues to eat you out. Bringing you close to the edge again before he stops and kisses up your body. He lifts you into his arms and you wrap you legs around his waist as he massages your ass. He makes is way to the bathroom as you kiss him desperately. He meets your desperation with his tongue shoved in your mouth. You moan around it as he teases the rim of your ass with his finger tip. He pulls back and smirks down at you before he kisses down your jaw to your neck. He climbs into the tub with you still in his arms and that small display of strength has you dripping in need. Thankfully when you built this house You had the bright idea to put all the tub inside the showers, that way when it overflows, which it will because the men are big, it overflows into the shower and drains. So when Bucky sits down with you in his arms, most of the water escapes the tub. You giggle and Bucky continues to kiss all over your neck and chest.

“What’s so funny Baby girl?” Bucky teases as he slips his real hand between your bodies.

“Nothing, just my big tough man surrounded by bubbles and lavender.” You smile and kiss him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You kiss his nose and he acts like he’s gonna bite yours. You sit in Bucky’s lap and your hands roam over each others bodies as you make out. Eventually you start to grind your aching center over his hard cock. The sounds he makes are music to your ears.

“Oh Daisy- mmhmm yyeesss!” He moans before he pulls you closer by the small of your back. His other hand guides his cock to your entrance and you capture his lips as he bottoms out in you.

“Bucky- so- mhm so full baby.” You choke out. You can take your men at the same time, but that doesn’t mean you ever get use to the stretch. Bucky kisses your jawline and down your neck as he whispers against your skin.

“I know baby, I’ll move in a second. I just need a minute.” He leaves a love bite on your collarbone and you moan loudly. “Squeezing me so good. So tight.” You whimper as he starts to move his hips, the water splashing around but you don’t care. Bucky is good at many things but one thing he is excellent at? Getting you to the edge in record time. He gets you there and then slowly backs off, calming you down only to get you right back on the edge. He is the master at edging and he can tell by your moans when you’re in the mood for it and when you aren’t. And you most definitely are tonight. He loops his arms around your back and reaches up to grab your shoulders. He pulls you down against him and begins to fuck up into you.

“Yesyesyesyes!!! Bucky!” He kisses your neck and then he completely stops. You whimper but lean in to kiss him anyway. You kiss him until he starts thrusting up into you again. You whisper against his lips “Yesyesyes, right there- Don’t stop! Ffffuuuccckkk!” Bucky is feeling a little soft tonight so he edges you once and then lets you cum, working you right over the edge.

“That’s it Baby girl, mmhmm fuck yes! Squeeze me tight- yyeess!” He cums deep inside you as you milk him dry. You nuzzle into his neck and kiss all around as he works himself through his high. His head tilts back and rests on the edge of the tub as he catches his breath. You kiss up his jawline and meet his lips and he moans into your mouth. “Mmhmm Daisy, my Baby girl- woohhh you really know how to pull one outta me.” He smirks and you blush. You kiss him and lean against his chest. He is still buried inside you and he stays like that till you decide it’s finally time to actually bathe and get ready for bed. When the tub starts to drain Steve takes that as his cue to come in.

“Hey Daisy girl,” he kisses you sweetly. “Did you have a fun night?” he asks, already knowing the answers seeing as once you and Bucky got into the bathroom he went and laid on the bed. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. “Good.” Steve says with a pat to your ass. Bucky walks by and Steve gives his shoulder a squeeze before Bucky leans in and kisses you.

“We had a great night, didn’t we?” You nod and giggle as he kisses you neck.

“We did!” you look back at Bucky.

“I think only one thing could have made it better.” Bucky says and you bite your lip.

“Oh? And what’s that?” Steve asks. You look at Bucky and smirk. Bucky laughs and motions to you.

“If you had joined us,” You answer. “You were left out. You deserve some attention too.” Steve smirks, his eyes turning a little dark. He simply unties his drawstring sweatpants and slowly pulls himself out, stroking himself while looking at you. Blush starting to spread across your cheeks and you tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Well how about I get some attention now.” Steve suggests and you bite your lip again and look at Bucky. He lightly laughs and settles back against the counter.

“Well I’m not gonna do it, Baby girl.” He crosses his arms. “But I’d love to watch. Get your fill baby.” You settle on your knees after Steve moves the bathmat for you to have a cushion. You take him in your mouth and work him over. Bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue all around, even playing with his balls and teasing his ass a little. When he cums he does as he fucks your face, you don’t waste a single drop, you even open your mouth and stick out your tongue to show him what a ‘good girl’ you are. Steve moans and pulls you into a kiss and then Bucky does the same. Not ‘grossed out’ by the fact you taste like Steve, he doesn’t care one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Bucky says. He squeezes your ass. Steve decides to be a little tease.

“Well, thanks Buck! But this is really about Daisy right now.” Steve kisses your neck from behind. As you laugh and Bucky shakes his head and slaps the side of Steve’s ass. He then pulls you into a kiss.

“Mmhmm let’s get to bed.” Bucky murmurs against your lips.

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Once in bed you explain to them what you plan to do with Ransom the following morning. “My one request,” Bucky asks, “is that after this the bath is saved for me and Stevie. I know that’s your go to aftercare but I need something special that’s just ours.” You think for a minute and then look at Steve, you can tell he is thinking the same thing. “I know he loves baths and I don’t mind you sharing one with him but I don’t want you to have sex with him and then start washing his hair and taking care of him like you do us.” You lay a hand on his chest and agree.

“Okay, aftercare baths are only for my husbands.” You say. “I will still let Ransom have his baths if he wants them with me, but we will move it to the bed after the fact. How does that sound?” You ask. Steve nods and Bucky kisses your head.

“Thank you, Daisy. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too, Daisy. I’ll tell they guys.” You silently thank him. Steve picks up his phone and sends out a message to the guys that are with Daisy.

***Text conversation***

Steve- Update to Daisy’s rules. Bath aftercare is saved for husbands alone. Baths and sex in the bath/shower are acceptable with Daisy but no form of aftercare will take place in said bath or shower. Sign back if you agree to the new rules.

Ari- wasn’t that already, like a thing?

Steve- no

Ari- oh, okay. Yeah I agree.

Jefferson- I agree.

Frank (EB)- I agree.

Ransom- who the fuck is this guy?^

Frank (EB)- 🤦🏻 We’ve met multiple times…

Ransom- no recollection

Steve- Ransom do you agree or not?

Ransom- yeah yeah, I agree.

Steve- thank you

Ransom- but what happens if I didn’t 🤔😏

Steve-

Frank (EB)-

Jefferson-

Ari- 😒

Ransom- who the fuck is banging on my door?!

Steve- it’s Bucky… he just wants to talk. 🙂😊

Ransom- well call him off, I agree and won’t try anything!!

***End Text***

Ransom hears Bucky’s footsteps retreating up the stairs and he rolls his eyes. Bucky crawls back into bed with you and you hold him tight as Steve holds you. Happy as can be with your men.

You wake up to the door creaking open and someone making themselves at home on the end of your bed. You turn over and see it is 8am. Steve and Bucky had left to go on a run, they knew your plans with Ransom this morning and they wanted to be out of the room when he arrived but back before you were done. Just in case Ransom tried to pull anything regarding the new rule. Your boys are always so concerned for you, you smile at the thought. Sitting up and stretching as you scoot to the edge of the bed, Bucky had left you a warm cup of coffee just the way you like it and Steve had left you a little love note. You lift your coffee and warm your hands with it as you stand and head to the bathroom. You haven’t given Ransom a look since he snuck in the room. You throw a hand over your shoulder and beckon him to follow, you know he is watching, and follow you is exactly what he does. You smile as you enter the bathroom and see that Steve and Bucky did exactly as you asked before they left. Ransom walks in, a little too smug, that is until he sees the tub filled with ice and water.

“What- what the hell is this?!” He looks at you, “Daisy?!? I held my tongue and was decent to everyone-“

“Just barely. Besides ice baths are great for you.” You smile as you pull him closer to the tub.

“They aren’t good for my dick.” He starts to pout. “I thought I was getting some sweet time with my Daisy Mae, not torture before 9am.” Ransom complains yet he doesn’t leave. He stays, arms crossed and staring at the ice floating around. You giggle to yourself and pull off the shirt you were wearing, it’s a shared shirt between Steve and Bucky. They both wear it so you are surrounded by them even when they aren’t there. Ransom sees your bare skin, no underwear or bra, absolutely bare. Ransom looks you up and down as he smirks. “Well well, Daisy Mae-“

“Shhh if you want all this,” you motion to your body, “then you will get in the tub.”

“But why?!” Ransom strips off his shirt and tosses it with yours, secretly hoping his scent will stay on your shirt as well.

“Because,” you start to explain. “Even though you held your tongue, you still insulted Bucky yesterday. Calling him a machine?! He was abused and you decided to turn it into a punch line. So if you wanna make jokes then you have to endure a fraction of what he endured. If you want the warmth and embrace of my arms, you will get in the damn tub and understand the weight of the jokes you make.” You stand firm, arms crossed, voice steady. Ransom’s eyes flick to the tub again and then to you.

“Okay, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.” Ransom snaps. You smile and rub his back as he walks closer to the tub.

“I’d expect nothing less.” You kiss his cheek, “I’m even letting you keep your pants on, so be happy. They weren’t as kind to Bucky.”

Ransom takes a deep breath and slips one leg in. “Fuck!!” He groans. “I better get a good blow job after this.” He takes a breath and fully slips into the tub. You smile and lean over the side to kiss his cheek.

“You’ll take whatever I give you and you’ll like it.” You beam at Ransom and how he is simply obeying. You can take his attitude, to be fair you’d be a little peeved if Steve or Bucky did this. Ransom looks at you and makes a point to shiver as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“You know I get cold easily, that’s why I wear my sweaters.” Ransom says. You sit on the edge of the tub and rub up and down his chest. He lets a little moan slip out as he feels your warm hands across his cold skin.

“Warming up?” You tease and he grunts.

“Daisy, you are lucky I-“ he stops himself, he can’t say that. Nope not now, not ever. No one will have control over him, he’s Ransom Drysdale. Instead he says, “You’re lucky if I let you even suck my cock after this.” You laugh and pat his head.

“Okay, Ransom.” You take a deep breath without him noticing. You brace yourself and use all your strength to keep a calm face as you slide into the water with him, straddling his lap and placing your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll ‘let’ me do that and so so much more.” You coo in his ear. You press your body against his and he is mesmerized.

“How- Daisy you’re naked- you will freeze.” Ransom starts to stumble over his words as you kiss over his chest.

“I’m fine. I use to do one of these every morning with Bucky.” You explain.

“Why?”

“You really wanna know?” You ask and Ransom nods, “I’m letting you in, Ransom. I’m trusting you with a sensitive time in mine and Bucky’s life and relationship. Are you ready for that?” You ask again, wanting him to under that this is not information he can use at a later date to hurt or make fun of Bucky with. You see a rare moment of softness break in Ransom’s eyes. He nods.

“Yes, Daisy. You can trust me.” Ransom answers as he moves his hands out of the water and across your back. A little smile and moan breaks through as you feel his touch.

“I would do this every morning with Bucky to show him the cold can’t hurt him anymore and that it can be healing. Healing from pain, from stress, it can wake you up to the world around you. It’s something beautiful, cold, and pure. To show him that Ice also melts.” You reach behind you and pull the drain and then turn on the faucet to warm water. “When heat is applied ice melts. When warmth is added, hard, cold, ice, melts away and leaves room for growth.” You rub his chest, “for heat,” you lean forward and kiss his jawline, “for love.” You kiss him and he leans into it. “I would do this every morning to show him that the ice, the cold is a part of him and that he shouldn’t be scared anymore, that after the ice I would always be there for him. That after the ice I would be his warmth.” You gently take Ransom’s jaw in your hand. “That is the man you called a machine, Ransom. The man that so desperately clings to life and love because he has been controlled and frozen in time, in place, and in life. He never chose to be a “Machine” but he chose to let go of the past that hurt him while still finding something good from that time.” Ransom feels like an asshole, which is rare. Hardly anyone could make him feel that way or even care. But knowing just a little bit more about Bucky, knowing how content and happy Bucky is even after everything he has gone through, Random wants that.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Daisy.” He continues to draw circles on your hips with his fingers. He can’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Not while he is apologizing and you don’t push him to, which he is thankful for. It’s a big step, and you’ll let him take that as slowly as he needs. You hug him tightly and rub his back.

“Thank you, Ransom.” You pull back and kiss his cheek, that’s gets him to look at you. “We love you, I hope you know that.” He laughs and then scoffs.

“Okay, well you know what I love? Your pretty lips on my dick, which is frozen by the way. So you think we could get to the good stuff.” He teasingly thrusts up against you. You shake your head and sigh before you smile.

“I guess I should have expected that. Not ready to talk about ‘feelings’? Fine. But I’ll give you something better than my lips, huh?” You smile and stand up on your knees. Adjusting the temperature of the water and making it a little warmer. You turn around to see Ransom has taken off his pants and boxers and has thrown them on the tile floor, soaking wet. “Ransom?!? You will be cleaning that up. Understand?!”

“You got it, Daisy Mae!” He places his hands behind his head and he spreads his legs a little and watches you settle back over him.

“Oh I almost forgot!” You grab the bag of petals and bottle of bath oil.

“What? Oh my god- are you serious?!!” He throws his head back as you sprinkle the petals all in the water and pour some lavender oil in the water and on his chest.

“Yup! You wanted to ruin my flowers so I made sure they didn’t go to waste.” You smile and settle on his lap. You pat his chest. “Go on, get your fill.” Ransom smirks and reaches below the water, adjusting himself so he can slam up into you. Right before he does Steve and Bucky come walking back into the bedroom and then the bathroom. You smile over Ransom’s shoulder and they wave back.

“Should we come back in like what? 5 minutes?” Steve asks, teasing. Random is about to use his quick whit but you quiet him with your chest before he can. You pull his head forward and urge him to kiss your breast as you handle your husbands.

“Very funny, Bucky please go and get breakfast plates for us 4.” You turn to Steve, “you go get the mop so you can help Ransom clean up the water after we are done.” Steve winks and nods. Bucky comes over and kisses you sweetly, Ransom purposely thrust up into you and you moan against Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughs and reaches down to give your breast a squeeze.

“Yeah yeah, he feels good. We know.” Bucky teases as he leaves. Random looks up at you and smirks

“Do you talk about me to your Husbands?”

“Nope, it’s just you aren’t quiet at all.” Ransom gives you a look and you laugh. “Okay neither am I- just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” Ransom smirks and then makes it his mission that even the dude chained in the basement who gives him the creeps can hear you scream as you cum. He is more than successful at that feat.

“RANSOM!!!!” You scream as you pass out on his shoulder. He cums deep inside you as you just moan and try to come back to earth. Ransom tries to move you off him so he can get up and get you out, not wanting to be accused of breaking the rules, but your dead weight and the angle in the tub makes that impossible.

“Daisy? Daisy Mae can you stand?” He asks.

“Mmhmm not yet. My legs are jello.” You smile and pat his face. “You did good, Ran.” You kiss him and then lay your head back down. About 45 minutes later Ransom finally gives in and does what he vowed he’d never do. He calls Bucky for help.

“Why just me and not Steve too?” Bucky asks as he easily lifts you off Ransom. You whine and cling to Bucky. Ransom gets out and grabs a towel.

“Well, she told me- the ice bath-“ Ransom sighs. “I just understand you a little more. She told me about the ice baths and- I’m sorry.” He looks at his feet, not looking Bucky in the eyes. “Anyway, I kinda know what it’s like- I mean not to your extent. I know what it’s like to feel like no one cares about you.” Ransom fiddles with his towel as he wraps it tighter. Bucky nods and looks down at a sleeping you. He gently smiles.

“Trauma is trauma, Ransom. I was beaten, used as an assassin, and frozen for years. You were neglected and never felt seen or truly loved for who you were.” Bucky kisses your cheek as you nuzzle closer. “Both are valid traumas that deserve healing. I’m glad Daisy didn’t give up on me and you should be glad she won’t give up on you.” Bucky gives him a nod and then walks into the bedroom with you curled up in his arms. Ransom dries off and ties the towel low around his waist, he gathers up his clothes before he walks out into the bedroom. He sees Bucky brushing your hair out of your face and whispering sweet nothings to you. Your breakfast is ready and waiting when you finally come back to earth. Bucky looks up and sees Ransom watching them. “Do you want to take care of her? She’s out of the bath, you can.” Ransom shakes his head.

“No I’m- not really an ‘aftercare’ type of guy anyway, bath or not.” Ransom looks at his feet as he answers and Bucky is taken aback. For the first time Ransom actually looks sad or maybe unsure. Bucky nods.

“You’ll never know till you try.” Bucky offers but Ransom just shakes his head. “Well if you see Steve out there go ahead and send him in with the mop.” Bucky says and Ransom nods. “Oh and Ransom?” Ransom turns around and looks at Bucky. “The next time you sleep with my wife, you will take care of her after. It’s what she deserves.” Ransom nods and goes to leave. He looks back at you and without even thinking he walks over and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips before he leaves the bedroom, having the decency for once to close the door. Bucky kisses you sweetly as the door opens, Steve walking in with the mop and a bucket. He walks over and kisses you.

“Hey Daze, did you have a good morning?” Steve asks as he lays a kiss to your forehead.

“A great morning!” You say as you open your eyes to look at him. “Did Ransom leave?” You ask, looking around, sad that he just left after the time you had.

“Yeah Daisy girl, he did” Steve pushes your hair away from your shoulders.

“He umm- he was running late-“ Bucky tries to find an excuse, he can’t. And he knows that you can see through it. “He’s just not ready for this part. Not yet, Daze.” You look down and fiddle with the blanket. You had thought he’d at least hold you for a few moments, especially after the time you had together.

“It’s okay, he’s still learning.” You snuggle close to Bucky as Steve cleans up the bathroom for you. Soaking up the water with a mop and emptying the tub. “Thank you Stevie, now come snuggle. I’m coming down real hard and need lots of love.” Steve smiles and abandons his job to snuggle with you and Bucky.

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Ransom looks around his room and he feels so alone, he shouldn’t have left you. “Damn it!” He screams and tosses a pillow off the bed. “You always fucking do this, Ransom.” He lays back against his bed “You have something good and you just push it away.” He thinks about you lying in Bucky’s arms, happy and content. He could never give you that and he needs to stop thinking he ever can.

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“I need to go see him.” You say as you sit up. You jump up and grab Bucky’s shirt to throw it on.

“Who?” Steve asks as he sits up, looking at Bucky. You 3 had just gotten comfortable and now you’re leaving.

“Ransom.” Bucky says as he sits up and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve nods understanding and then looks to you.

“Go ahead,” Steve smiles and gives you a nod.

“He needs to learn that he can’t just run away. Because we will chase him down.” Steve says and you three laugh.

“Exactly!” You giggle and blow them a kiss as you head towards Ransom’s room. You don’t knock, you just walk right in. Ransom sits up, startled by the door.

“Daisy Mae-“ Ransom starts but you cut him off.

“Nope, we had sex and I require lots of snuggles and kisses after the fact. Bucky and Steve have been filling in for you but that stops today. If you want sex with me then you have to take care of me after. Deal?!” You look at him and you can see the smallest smile break across his face. He lifts his blanket and you walk over and crawl under the covers with him. He pulls you close and you snuggle to his chest. “Thank you, Ran.” He kisses your head and smiles

“You’re welcome, Daisy Mae.” He rubs your back and holds you tight as you fall asleep. About an hour later you wake up to Ransom kissing your forehead. He doesn’t know you’re awake and that’s the only reason he is showing such a sweet gesture. You shift a little to let him know you’re ‘waking up’ and to see if he stops. He presses one more kiss to your forehead and then moves off the bed to get dressed. “Hey Daisy Mae, we gotten get going. It’s almost lunch.”

“Mmhm okay.” You sit up to stretch and as you look around you see Bucky’s shirt laying on the end of the bed for you but Ransom has already left. You huff and pout. “One step forward, three steps back.” You slip on the shirt and just to poke at Ransom you take a clean pair of his boxers and slip them on. Needless to say Jake and even Ari had some whistles for you when you come out sporting the clothes of two different men. You just smile and walk straight over to Steve, sitting in his lap and letting him feed you some fruit from his lunch plate, you couldn’t be happier.

Later that day you pass by Ari in the hall. At this point you’ve gotten dressed but the leggings you are wearing are pretty tight. Ari looks up and down the hall before slipping a hand around your waist and kissing your cheek. “You get sexier by the day Daze.” You giggle and he kisses your jawline. “We haven’t had some fun in almost 2 months, what say we have some fun tonight.” He spins you around and pins your back against the wall and his body.

“I’d say, I already promised Jefferson and it’s been almost that long for him too.” You kiss Ari and he smiles against your lips. “So, rain check?” Ari nods and squeezes your ass.

“Rain check.” And with that he is walking out the door to meet Andy. You turn to see Natasha Romanoff sitting in your living room.

“Well hey stranger!” You laugh and cross over to her.

“Hey. You know if I didn’t know any better with all the men you are juggling I’d think you were a slut.” She smirks and you laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t know any better.” You tease back, and now she laughs. You give her a big hug and she returns the gesture. “What brings you here? Other than to stop by every six months to make sure I know what a slut I am.” Nat laughs again.

“I am here to get Steve and Bucky, Tony’s got something for them in a few days and I need to brief them.” She explains and you nod.

“A dangerous something?” You ask.

“Isn’t it always.” Nat says, with a hint of sadness.

“They are down in the basement with Cap, I’m headed that way now.” You walk with her to the basement door.

“Overdue for a date with your kitten?” Nat teases and you nod.

“Very!” Walking downstairs you hear the screams coming from Cap.

“Well he’s not happy.” Nat says.

“No, he’s not.” You say. “Well I’m going this way. They don’t like it when he sees me so,” Nat nods and waves goodbye as she goes towards the screaming. You hear him scream,

“Why the hell is she here?!?” Your stomach turns, knowing what the 3 of them did to get Cap free from Hydra. What they told him before he ended up here. Your heart aches to help him, but you know with helping him you’d also probably fall for him. Your heart lives in your vagina and you’d find it pretty easy to fall for a man who looks and sounds just like your husband. Maybe Nat is right, maybe you are a slut.

Oh well! You think and smile to yourself. It’s all in good fun and you know she, nor anyone else would ever think of you that way, at least not really. You laugh as you knock on Jefferson’s door. He opens and you slink against the doorframe. “Hi Kitten.” You bite your lip and cross the threshold. Jefferson smirks and his eyes turn dark. He pulls you close and kisses you roughly.

“You ready to play, Bunny?” He asks as he whispers against your lips. You nod and that’s all the consent he needs. He lifts you into his arms and kicks the door shut before he carries you to the bed to have his way with you.

Jefferson tosses you down on the bed and you bounce with a laugh. You then pop up and scramble to the other side, out of his reach. He smirks “My little Bunny, always one for games.” He leaps across the bed and you let out a scream as you dash away from him. He laughs and smiles as he chases you around the bed. Jefferson grabs your waist and pulls you back against his body as he snakes his hands down your front, groping your breast and kissing your neck. “But you’re always too slow.” You hum and smile at the feeling of his lips on your body.

“Mmhm maybe I like being chases and caught.” You tease as you grind your ass against him, you can feel him grow harder. He moans against your skin and leave a love bite on your shoulder.

“Oh I know you do,” he slips his hand down you front of your underwear and he feels the slick that’s coated your folds. He gives a dark chuckle and pulls his fingers free, licking them clean and humming. “Mmhmm you definitely like it.” You nod and giggle. Jefferson turns you around in his arms and seals your lips in a kiss. Pushing you back on the bed and boxing you in, he takes you apart slowly. Kissing every inch of your body while he strips you down. He pulls out his scissors and you gasp a little as the cool metal touches your skin, he cuts away clothes and leaves the shreds on the floor. “Whose boxers are you wearing, Bunny?” He asks with a little bit of jealousy in his eyes. You bite your lip and he trails his scissors down the bare skin of your stomach, stopping at the edge of the elastic of the boxers.

“Ransom’s” you say breathlessly. Jefferson huffs and then you hear a ‘snip’. He cuts away the crotch of the boxers, exposing your dripping center to the cool air.

“Oops,” he says, completely unbothered. You meet his gaze and he smirks. “I don’t know if you chose them for comfort or if he chose them for you,” he trails his fingers along your wet folds as he inches close and closer to your lips. “But he should know that a pussy this sweet should never be covered.” He kisses your lips. “Ever.” You whimper as he rubs your clit and brings you close to the edge. “Even the wolves keep you in tiny underwear, easily pushed to the side for ripped. This just won’t do.” He says as he rips away the rest of the fabric. “My pretty little bunny, so needy.” He pulls back and watches your face as he slows down his fingers and tease you even more. “Tell me where you want me, Bunny. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Please Kitten, I want you inside me.” You beg and Jefferson smirks as he looks your now naked body up and down.

“Done.” Jefferson says, the darkness in his eyes says it all and before you know it you are devoured and floating away in pure bliss.

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When you wake up an hour later, your neck hurts and you can feel the sting of the bite marks he left. Your ass is red and sore from the spankings you earned and from his teasing of your ass, your throat hurts a little from when he fucked your face, and your hair hurts from where he pulled so hard. You feel his cum leaking out of you and you melt at the kitten kisses he is leaving on your back right then. “Mmhmm wow.” Is all you say and Jefferson laughs and kisses your neck.

“Haven’t gone that hard in a long time.” Jefferson teases as he kisses up and down your spine. “Not since Summer at least. When we chased you around the orchard in the back. It’s when your wolves and I discovered that playing tag is so much more fun with vibrators.” You give a sleepy giggle. That night had been lots of fun, a full moon that peaked through the storm clouds rolling in, the smell of rain growing stronger as the night went on, and you in nothing but a black slip dress. The three of them chased you through the woods while you hid and waited to get the jump on them. The gold in Bucky’s arm gleamed when the moon peaked out from the clouds, it made him an easy target for you. But in finding him, Steve and Jefferson knew right where you were. They use the toys to ‘tag’ you and bring you over the edge. That night was filled with endless highs and many texts from the others to keep it down. Ransom didn’t mind though, you caught him a couple times peaking out of the living room windows. You blushed and thanked god that Ransom was far enough away to not see it. “At the first hint of spring I’ll meet you outside.” He kisses your lips. You smile and pull him closer as you roll over.

“It’s a date.” Jefferson nibbles on your lip before stealing one more kiss. You snuggles close as he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Before you leave you pull Jefferson close. “You are amazing, you know that?” He gently smiles. “And the court will give you back your visitation and then your custody. You have Andy on your side, so there is no need to worry.”

“I just wanted her back.” Jefferson says softy, look at the floor. You tilt his head up and give him a kiss and then a hug.

“They will see all the work you’ve done and see that it was a mistake in the first place.” You rub his back before you pull away. “And she will have her own room here soon. We will make sure it’s safe and close to yours. You deserve to have your Grace back as much as she deserves her papa.” Jefferson wipes away and tear and nods. He hugs you one last time before you slip out and head upstairs.

Later that night you find yourself with just your Husbands while Dinner is being made. You wince as you sit in Steve’s lap, Bucky quickly grabs out the heated pillow and pops it in the mirror wave to warm it up. When it done he gives it to you for your ass, you kindly thank him with a sweet kiss. Both men know how hard Jefferson can go so they know how sore and red your ass probably is right now, they also know the best thing to do is to get ahead of the pain. Bucky lets you taste a bite of dinner and with your approval he knows it’s good. Before long your quality time with your two soldiers is over, Ransom walks in and sits at the table; on time for a meal for the first time in his life. He gives a polite nod to Bucky and then just looks at Steve. You smile and reach out to squeeze his hand and Ransom smiles at the gesture and then rubs his thumb over the back of yours. “Daisy Mae, how did you turn out so sweet?” Ransom asks, knowing only Bucky and Steve were in the room. You blush a little. This is the first time he’s ever said that sweet nickname and there wasn’t some kind of snark with it. He genuinely turned it into a name of endearment. Steve and Bucky share a look, catching the change as well. Steve hums and kisses your neck as Bucky smiles at the three of them. While still holding Ransom’s hand you explain.

“This world is so cruel and mean, Ransom. I figured it couldn’t hurt to combat that with a little sweetness.” You pull his hand up and give it a gentle kiss before you stand up and give him a kiss on the lips. “Now, go down to Jefferson’s room and grab your shredded boxers. He left them there for you to clean up, seeing as they are yours.” You give him a cheesy grin and Ransom sighs and rolls his eyes, grumbling as he walks away. Steve watches and teases a little.

“Aww there’s the Ransom we know!” Bucky laughs at Steve joke and Steve smiles proudly. Dinner is wonderful and everyone is in good spirits. Bucky and Steve finish up and leave Jake and Ransom to do the dishes while they head downstairs to feed Cap. The rest of the night is spent with Steve massaging out your sore muscles and then you hold Bucky and Steve all night. You have to wipe a tear when you realized how blessed and loved you are.

The next morning your coffee warms your soul as you sit at the table waiting on your pancakes. Steve flips through the paper like the old man he is and Bucky has some fun 40’s music playing softly in the background. That peace is slightly disturbed by Jake and Precious leaving their room in a slight frenzy.

“Big day!” He is dressed in his Petunias shirt and he has his gym bag ready to go. Precious is grabbing snacks and water for the both of them. “You guys really need to come to the next one! Not a lot left in the season before Christmas break- even Andy and Peach are coming to the game today.” You smile and nod.

“I know, I was really hoping Jefferson would be able to join us when we go but his visitation hearing isn’t until next week. So I’m not going till I can go with him. Steve and Bucky are free to go though!” You look at them and they share a look.

“Hey don’t be like that. Even Ransom is gonna go to the next game. Although I think that’s just because he wants to get out of the house.” Jake says and then squeezes Bucky’s shoulders and gives them a shake. “It’ll be fun!” He looks at you. “I understand, Daisy. Should I tell Grace that he says hi?”

“Yes, please.” Jake turns and sees Jefferson. “Tell her I hope to be at her next game.” He smiles and Jake nods happily.

“I will.” Jake turns and takes Precious’ hand. “Alright, we will see you later!”

“Go Petunias!” Shouts a mixture of voices of different excitement and levels of enthusiasm. You laugh and wave as they disappear out the door. Bucky sits and pulls you into his lap as Steve sits beside you two. He places your plate in front of you and hand some to Steve. Jefferson sits down across from you three and Ari comes shuffling in to grab his morning coffee. You all start talking and sharing about the days ahead when Ransom quietly joins. He leans against the doorway as he watches you all interact. You cuddle with Bucky as Steve eats and feeds you between bites, enjoying watching you and Bucky. Ari laughs at Bucky’s invitation to train and says he ‘likes being able to walk’ Bucky tends to go too hard when training and working out. Jefferson says he has some new suit designs for Steve and Bucky and he hopes to have them done soon. This little family unit that was weirdly formed yet works so well. You see Ransom behind Ari and you lean forward and hold out your hand. All the men turn around to look, they share glances and you can tell their energy changes a little.

“Come sit, there is plenty of room.” You invite him over and he cautiously joins you. He looks around at you all just staring at him and then rolls his eyes.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but I’m not into dudes.” He grumbles as he settles in his chair. The men all sigh and just laugh, because what else would they do. You smirk settle further into Bucky’s arms as you joke.

“Well good thing I am” you bite your lip and look at all your boys, some shared, others not, but all there with just you for a moment. And for a moment it’s perfect. “My men, together. I couldn’t be happier. We are only missing Frankie.” You beam at them all. Jefferson and Ari even make a point to squeeze Ransom’s shoulder and pat his back, as an almost ‘welcome’. Ransom panics and like all trauma responses, his just happens.

“And that’s a good thing cause I’d really like to get into you later.” Ransom snarks. He stands and leaves the room as he waves over his shoulder. “See ya later, Daisy Mae.” You sigh and lean your head against Bucky’s shoulder. He kisses your temple and Steve rubs your back. Ari takes Ransom’s seat and squeezes your knee as Jefferson reaches across the table to hold your hand.

“One step forward, three steps back.” You sadly admit. The boys continue to comfort you. Even though Ransom put up that wall and strutted away to hide his worry and happiness in being accepted by the guys, he still chose to say your name in the new, sweet way and that gives you a little hope.

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Drunken Words Reveal Sober Thoughts (Phoenix Wright x Reader)

YAY my first Phoenix fic. I’ve been in love with him for a while this should’ve happened a lot sooner.

You should’ve drunk more that night.

Some friends of yours from the detective squad decided to go to a bar, and invited you with them. You had work the next day, but decided to go anyway and keep the drinking light. But that was the problem: while you were trying to avoid a hangover tomorrow, everyone else was drinking the night away.

As you try to find someone to talk to, you pass by many of the invitees. Detective Gumshoe was teetering back and forth, telling some tall tale to Maggey, Officer Marshall was making some dubious threats to someone you didn’t recognize, and Prosecutor Edgeworth… was… was he drinking tea? There wasn’t a hint of flush on his face. Although you were initially relieved to finally find someone to talk to, you weren’t drunk enough to forget that doing that was a bad idea.

Just as you were about to look on the other side, someone else catches your eye: Phoenix Wright. The two of you had talked before, mostly exchanging information about a trial you were both working on, but it was hardly enough to even call the two of you work acquaintances. Still, it didn’t stop you from falling head over heels for him, much to your dismay.

Wright was talking to a man you could’ve sworn you’d seen before, but had no clue where. The other man didn’t matter all that much, anyway. You couldn’t help but be drawn in by Wright’s drunken complexion. His hazy eyes seemed to glimmer from the neon lights around the bar, and the blush on his cheeks complimented his face perfectly.

You snapped yourself out of it. You were being creepy, staring at some guy you hardly knew! What if he caught you? How would your work relationship suffer? Plus, he was drunk! People shouldn’t be cuter than usual when they’re drunk!

Sighing, you decide to go outside for some fresh air. You were in no position to be anywhere near Wright at the moment, as you could let your feelings be known without even meaning to. You knew that bottling them up like this was bad in the long run, but it would be worse if every single case you were both working on was awkward.

God, what am I supposed to do?

“Whoa.”

A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to see Wright staring right at you, mouth agape. In his hand was a bottle of beer, but it was quickly dropped and forgotten about.

Was this it? Was Wright about to confess? Would you finally get to be free of the heartache you felt every time you see him? Would you and Phoenix finally enter a relationship?

“You look exactly like this detective I work with! That’s crazy!”

Oh.

“Really?” You ask, feeling too awkward to reveal your true identity to him.

“Well, I say that I work with them, but it’s really more…”

You stopped listening once Wright started explaining your work relationship, losing yourself in your own thoughts again. It seemed that he was the forgetful type when drunk, and painfully unaware. Of course. Why would you think that he was going to tell you that he liked you? Why would he feel that way about you? You barely know each-

“I mean, I’d love to be closer than we are right now, though. After all, I have a huge crush on them.”

What?

WHAT?

Did Wright just say he had a crush on you? Just like that? To a supposed stranger?

“Oh?” you asked, trying so hard to hide your excitement.

“Yeah, huuuuuge crush. Like this big.” Wright stretched his arms out as far as he could, and almost slapped you in the face. “I mean, I’m head over heels for this one.”

And now, Phoenix was describing everything about you as if you were a Greek sculpture. Every single word he spoke had love poured into it as he went into detail about what he liked about you. He wasn’t great with his words as drunk as he was, but you didn’t care.

“You know, sometimes I look at their lips and I wonder what they’d feel like against mine,” Phoenix said. The way his gaze was suddenly fixated in the distance meant he was probably zoned out, thinking about it right now.

You decided to shoot your shot.

“Well, what if you kissed me?” you asked. “I look exactly like this person, right? My lips would probably feel the same as theirs.”

Phoenix shook his head. “No, sorry. I want to save it for them, once I finally tell them.”

Although the irony of that statement wasn’t lost on you, you were more focused on the loyalty of it. Phoenix, a man you weren’t dating yet, was saving his kiss for you. And here you were, pretending to be someone else, trying to steal it prematurely while he was drunk.

Oh, god. Wright was drunk. You were drunk. You just asked if Wright wanted to kiss you. You were both drunk. You had work in the morning. You had a healthy work relationship with Wright. You tried to kiss him.

“I think I should head home,” you suddenly spoke out, almost involuntarily. “It was nice to meet you. Goodbye.”

“See ya,” was all he said as you hailed a taxi to be driven home.

***

You were glad you didn’t drink more that night.

It was a bright, sunny day, and although you had a small headache, some pain medication would fix your issue right away. You were walking down to the precinct to clock in for work, but you decided to make a detour first. Gumshoe said it was right next to that hotel, right?

Eventually, you found the building you were looking for, and then the office inside of there. You took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. As it opened, you were greeted with… a girl. She had straight, black hair, partially tied up in a bun, and a purple robe. This wasn’t who you were expecting.

“Welcome to Wright and Co.,” the girl said. At least you were at the right place. “Sorry, Nick’s a little tied up right now. He said he probably got food poisoning from the restaurant he went to last night, and so he’s been in and out of the bathroom.”

Restaurant. Food poisoning. Right.

If this girl didn’t know why Wright was really in the bathroom, then this is a conversation you needed to have out of her earshot. “That’s okay,” you said. “Is it alright if I wait for him in the other room?”

“Sure!” the girl said. You went into the next room, closing the door behind you.

It wasn’t too long before Wright came to talk, but as soon as he opened the door and saw you, his face went pale. He remembered.

“Look, about what happened last night, I’m-”

As Wright was rambling, you suddenly stood up. You didn’t really mean to, nor did you mean to walk up to him and grab his necktie, pulling him into a kiss. It ended as quickly and abruptly as it began, though, as you quickly pulled away and sat back down.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” you said, quieter than usual. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you who I was last night, but once you started talking about me, I just wanted to keep listening to you talk about me. If I’m honest, that was the most I’ve really felt loved recently.” You finally looked back up at Phoenix, who was giving you a thousand-yard stare, hands hovering over his lips.

The realization kicked in.

“Oh, my god,” you whispered. “I kissed you. I… oh my god. I’m so sorry! I… that… I’m… it wasn’t… that wasn’t professional! I’m so, so sorry! I just got so caught up in my emotions, I didn’t even…”

As you were rambling, you were suddenly cut off by Phoenix’s lips against yours. This kiss, however, lasted a bit longer, and the pull-away was softer than before.

“Don’t worry,” Phoenix told you, his voice softer than before. “I won’t press charges or anything.” He let out a small laugh. The way he laughed at his own jokes made you involuntarily speak again.

“Dinner tonight?”

Phoenix seemed just as stunned as you were that you asked so bluntly. “Uh… yeah, sure! Anywhere specific you wanna go?”

“What if we walked around… holding hands… and we decided then?”

As soon as you said that out loud, you cringed. What were you, a grade-schooler? Phoenix didn’t seem to mind, though, as he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” through stifled laughter.

“You’re laughing at me!” you cried out, laughing yourself.

“Sorry!” Phoenix released the laugh he was holding. “It was just unexpected!”

As the two of you calmed down, you stood up again. “Should I meet you here after I’m done with work?” you asked.

Phoenix nodded. “I’ll be waiting!”

[thestormynobody]

Turnabout Timeloop Chapter 1

“I’ve heard enough. It’s time to declare my verdict.”

(This is bad.) Apollo didn’t have the evidence needed to turn this around. (What should I do???) He was out of options, wasn’t he? (That doesn’t matter!! I can come up with a good reason why. For now, I just need to ob-)

“Guilty.”

(….ject)

Almost instantly, a voice rings out across the courtroom. “NO!!!!! Frin would never do something like that!! Let them go!!!” Bonnie struggles helplessly in Odile’s arms. They must have found a way to sneak into the courtroom after all. Odile’s expression is unreadable as she tries to usher them back out of the courtroom. None of them had wanted Bonnie to see this.

Apollo’s client, Sifferin, nomiddlename nolastname (Still can’t believe that was allowed), stares in horror at the commotion. “Bonbon….”  They look shattered. Understandably so, considering they were just declared guilty of murder, and in front of Bonnie, no less. 

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t- I just- wanted to-I’m sorry.” Their voice is small. Practically drowned out by the scuffle happening in the back of the room.

(What do they mean?) Was there something he missed? There had to have been. It just didn’t add up. (I wish I had more time to investigate, maybe I could’ve-)

Apollo

Feels 

A 

Tug 

On 

His 

Stomach 

Apollo wakes up at his desk in the Wright Anything Agency. (A dream? Man. I must be really stressed about this case if I’m dreaming about losing it huh? That dream was weirdly detailed though….weird.) 

He tilts his head back and forth to try and deal with his stiff neck. It pops unpleasantly.

“You’re going to end up with back problems like me, you know.” A familiar voice calls out.

Phoenix. Wright. His boss. Didn’t he say something like this before? Apollo had just kind of responded noncommittally in the dream, something about not doing it again. It was pretty passive, and he’d felt weird about it after. Like he was a kid getting scolded by his dad. (Gross.) 

“Dunno, Mr. Wright. You sure you’re not just old?” 

“HA. I guess you don’t want this coffee then. More for me.”

“Wait, no I was just joking-” he wanted that coffee.

“Yeah, yeah I know-” He pauses and with a devious smirk adds “....kiddo.” and ruffles Apollo’s hair.

(Eugh.) Apollo nabs the coffee from Phoenix’s hand and downs it. He’s not sure how long he slept but he needs to get to work. There was lots to do. Meet with the client, investigate the crime scene, interview the witnesses…the sooner he got started the better. He didn’t want a repeat performance of his dream.

“Alright, you know Trucy and I are going to be out of town for her next show. Gonna have to get your own coffee for a few days. “

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” It was kind of a shame. Mr. Wright did make weirdly good coffee. Maybe he worked at a coffee shop at some point when he was disbarred? Who knows. Wasn’t like he’d tell Apollo if he had.

“Good luck on your case. I know Prosecutor Von Karma can be intimidating but she’s mellowed out a lot since I faced her in court. You got this!”

Prosecutor Von Karma…she had been practicing law abroad for some time now and had only just recently returned to Ka Bue. The daughter of Manfred Von Karma, the prosecutor with one of the longest win streaks known in the law world as well as the adoptive sister of the head prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. Family legacy aside, she was well known to be very good at what she did and to take very little nonsense in the courtroom. He’d have to be at the top of his game if he was going to be facing her. In his dream she’d been as formidable as he’d imagined… Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious warning against complacency? Sure. He’d go with that.

“Athena’s out of the office today but should be able to assist you in the trial tomorrow if you need back up.” He knew she’d been enjoying some down time after her last big case and didn’t want to drag her into his own workload. Still, her skills were invaluable in many past cases so he should consider his options carefully.  

“Water Charley for me, won’t you?”

Oh, he’d been in his own head about the case and not responding to Mr. Wright, oops. “Of course. I’ve got things here Mr. Wright. Go enjoy Trucy’s show”

“I know you’ve got this, I just gotta do my job as your boss, heh. See ya in a few days.”

“Don’t forget to take a few videos of the show for me!”

“‘Course.” He says as he leaves the room with a small wave.

 He fixes his signature spikes and pulls on his suit pinning his badge to the lapel. 

His pretrial nerves were starting to get to him as well as lingering weirdness from the dream. Well. No one was here to judge him for doing his cords of steel warm ups as he got ready sooo-

“APOLLO JUSTICE IS DOING FINE!!”

“APOLLO! JUSTICE! IS DOING FINE!”

“I'M FINE!”

“I! AM! FINE!”

(Alright!! All warmed up! It's go time, Apollo!)

He hops on his bike and pedals away to the detention center. He vaguely remembers how there had been a traffic jam in his dream so he takes an alternative route where he could stick to side streets more. Silly maybe but hey if his subconscious was trying to protect him from being late who was he to argue?

  A woman is waiting for him outside the building. She is technically the one who hired him. (Odile if I remember correctly. She’s a Ka Buan citizen but has been abroad up until recently. She was part of a group that saved the country of Vaugarde.) 

This case was somewhat of a diplomatic nightmare. Despite the distance, Vauguarde and Ka Bue were in pretty good standing with one another. Convicting one the saviors of Vauguarde carried steep political implications. A citizen of Ka Bue had been murdered though and the law was clear that justice must be served regardless of the circumstances of the accused. It was his job to prove his client innocent and possibly prevent an international incident. (No pressure!)

“Mr. Justice.” She says it more as a statement than a question. HIs defense badge must have given him away.

“Yes, ma'am! At your service!”  He realizes he sounds a bit too over eager and tones it back a bit. “You must be madame Odile?”

“That’s correct.” She gives him an appraising look. Her expression does not give away any conclusions she may have drawn. “Thank you for coming out on such short notice.”

“Of course.” (Short notice is kind of the norm in my experience…) 

“Siffrin is inside. They wouldn’t let me inside to talk to them but they should let you in as his lawyer.” 

(She seems calm for someone whose friend is currently being held on suspicion of murder. She’s either one tough lady or she’s convinced they didn’t do it.)

“I’ll see if I can get you visitation privileges after I talk to them.” 

She gives him a small nod. “Thank you.”

Apollo enters the detention center trying not to think too hard about how Odile had appeared so accurately in his dream. It was probably just his brain mixing up memory with dreams after all. She just looks similar enough that his brain THINKS it's the same! (....yeah that’s gotta be it)

His client looks very distraught. Understandable considering the circumstances but they look like they’re on the verge of a panic attack. (I should do something to calm them down.)

In Vauguardian he says: “Hey, breathe for a second alright?” When their attention snaps to him he hesitates for a moment then: “Here um. LIke this?” He breathes in. Then out. 

They follow his lead and after a bit seem to have centered themself a bit. A realization seems to dawn on them a moment later however. “How did you know to do that?”

“A breathing exercise? I mean. It's a pretty common calming technique isn’t it?”

“No- You…did it differently before” 

“Before…?” (I did do it differently in the dream didn’t I? This way seemed to work better for them in the dream so I guess I just led with it? But that was just a dream. Wasn’t it???)

They seem to be deep in thought for a long moment then they fix an intense look on him. “Something of mine was found on the victim. What was it?”

“A coin.”

The answer was so automatic he surprises himself. That wasn’t right. He hadn’t even been to the crime scene yet. Sure in his dream there’d been a coin but that was just-

“Stars. You remember.”

[vashtijoy]

Hey there! First off, I wanted to thank you for all your analyses and thoughts on P5 - they've really helped deepen my appreciation of this monster of a game! Now, onto the question (why yes I did create a Tumblr just to ask this, ha) - when do you think Akiren was arrested? I'd guess late March from context clues (or a little earlier if he's from a warmer place), but a couple weeks seems like a really quick turnaround to be placed in Sojiro's care. Curious to know what your thoughts are!

Wow, thank you! That's really kind of you. Great journal name, BTW.

I don't think it will have been two weeks. IMO it will have been some time the previous year, most likely in the summer holiday. Ren is out after dark, and he and the woman are both lightly dressed. You can see green leaves on the trees in the background—this is not definitive by any means, but by September, leaves on trees in P5 tend to have faded to brown, while in March the trees tend to be pink and in blossom.

(Also, notice how built-up this area is, and how tall the buildings are. A lot of people think Ren is from somewhere like Inaba, but this scene makes it look like he's from somewhere more like a regional capital.)

Ren is what's known as a "Type 1 Juvenile" (p. 123)—he's been sentenced to probation by the family/juvenile court, for at most until his 20th birthday. After a year, he can be discharged from probation if he's behaved himself:

If the probationer has complied with their conditions and has led a sound life for at least a year, the Director of the Probation Office can permit an early discharge.

Note that "live a sound life". We see it quite often in the top right-hand corner, as "live an honest student life". And that period of a year that Sojiro keeps bringing up is important—Ren won't have been allowed to sit around waiting for the new school year; he's likely just been sentenced, and reported in short order to Leblanc.

How long was the trial process? Ohya mentions in her confidant that she looked into Ren's conviction and thought it was obviously unsafe: "I have to say though, the ruling made in your case was really odd. Some kind of deal must have gone down behind the scenes to make sure that was the end result."

So it was probably rushed through. But it's Japan—even a rushed trial is going to chew up a fair amount of time. The prosecutors have to investigate and compile reports that make them look good and not corrupt, the trial date has to be set, the judge has to read everyone's reports and make a decision (Japanese trials are often essentially conducted on paper). Then there's sentencing and appeal. Then Ren's professional probation officer in his hometown (Sojiro is a volunteer probation officer, or VPO) has to find a school that will take him and a place for him to stay and (technically) receive guidance.

Could it be seven months or so, August-ish to March? Probably easily, yeah.

why doesn't he repeat a year

So if Ren is arrested around August 2015, and started his first year of high school in April 2015, why doesn't he repeat the year?

Well, first of all, do we know Ren is 16? Could he have been in his second year in his home town? I think we would have heard about this, honestly—someone would mention that he looks too old, or Kamoshida would have mentioned that the terrible transfer student is Repeating A Year. Ren likely is the same age as the rest of his year group.

While it's almost unheard-of for children in Japanese elementary and middle schools to repeat years, it's quite common in high schools. You can repeat for not getting good enough grades, or for poor attendance. But repeating must be approved. If you're seen as having, say, a poor attitude? You're likely to be politely told to shove it, and move up with the rest of your year.

I don't think we can fairly say that post-conviction Ren is perceived as having a good attitude. He certainly is not at Shujin. I think Kobayakawa threw him into the second year not caring too much if he sank or swam.

Ren also may not have been expelled from his original school until he was convicted—which would mean, based on this timeline, that he did get most of his first year of high school.

[bottlecap-joe-spooky]

How bad is the extent of Miles Edgeworth's mental state in rise from the ashes?

Tw: suicide, implied self harm

Obviously he ends up essentially leaving a suicide note of "prosecutor edgeworth chooses death", but that could be symbolic. He HAD already quit his job (one of the only things that had held his life together possibly since his father died) so him as Prosecutor edgeworth had essentially "died".

There's also the ambiguous definition of "dying" in the note. Did he mean it as in he would not be coming back (from death or to prosecution or to japanifornia or whatever) or as he would never come back as the same person (the "demon" prosecutor) or just to fake his own death for a little moral/mental break or whatever (everyone's allowed a little gay panic break every once in a while).

Who knows, and I genuinely love the ambiguity the game leaves.

Obviously, phoenix takes it as a serious suicide note, and is obviously absolutely wrecked by it for the next year. This is a topic often touched upon in fanfiction, though not in the game quite as much. Obviously it is hard to talk about mental health issues in a lawyer game, and they do it really well for a game not technically focused on it and from the early 2000s. Specifically for Maya and Edgeworth I think, as they both have loads of trauma that they deal with in fully different ways. Miles is more worrying though, as most of his coping skills are absolutely horrible, he has very little emotional support, and he's been pretty messed up in the head.

I honestly wonder a lot which people and relationships are meant to mirror the main characters, like phoenix saying shit like "that's so romantic- he saved you- I guess I'd fall in love too-" for the Delite's love story or edgeworth saying Adrian andrews codependent situation is very similar to how Franziska operates with her father or definitely Lana and ema reminding Phoenix of Mia and Maya or him literally telling Adrian andrews to kill herself in court. Specifically that last one. He specifically phrases it as "if you're going to say you would 'choose death', that is of no concern to me."

There is some especially worrying evidence in rise from the ashes, when he was at the most mentally unstable he's ever been. The only time that would compare was when his dad died when he was 8, but even then he had a new foster family to rely on (more or less). He's at his very worse, because, after 15 or so years, all of his past has just been dredged up and solved (by "that man" no less. Also, side note, does he only start saying Phoenix "saved him" after he came back from the dead?)

I really don't like any implications of why edgeworth would have traces of blood on the ground, especially at this point in his life.

So the options here are 1) it's someone else's blood, and maybe he fucking slapped someone so hard they bled or 2) it's his blood on his office floor for whatever reason. Neither imply anything remotely good for his mental state.

At this point it really could just be coincidence and ema is right or whatever. It's an easily missed peice, completely unrelated to the case and just an interesting tidbit for lore maybe. But sadly I found more evidence to support that that is not indeed the case.

I can't remember what the plot point for edgeworth's knife besides the fact that he had it in the car for Lana to find.

Mmm yeah ema. What is that little fruit doing with a knife? Very low chance that gay man knows self defense tbh.

Ema goes on to suggest he spends weekends "roughing it in the wild" and Phoenix basically laughs in her face (does this girl not understand what a homosexual man he is) as Edgeworth has probably never been in "the wild" a day in his life.

This doesn't feel like a coincidence anymore. There is cleaned up blood on his floor, enough for a nosebleed, and there is a knife in his car. One which he would probably never actually use on another person. This and then added to the fact that he had just quit his job and "died" shortly after. it's pretty obvious he is doing worse than even what he says, as he actually is kind of open about how he is doing throughout the games. Obviously he's always trying to hide his feelings (which Phoenix always sees right through), but during the case he does mostly explain to them exactly what is happening. Not that they do or even can help.

His entire career was based around punishing himself for something he didn't actually do. There is no way he isn't harbouring a lot of self loathing, and it's hinted at throughout the games (again, hard to touch on in a lawyer game). This game is so hard to tell what the writers originally meant, both beacause of it being looked at through translations and it being written in the 2000s (like how fruity they 'accidentally' made them in the first game lol) so that's not an angle I can look at this from.

So, to recap, he

had all his past dredged up, obviously very painful

he is open about talking about it, but doesn't show the true extent of how it effects him

has a knife in his car that no one has any real theories on why he has it (and the blood)

There is traces of blood on his office floor

he has spent his entire life punishing himself, and then can't forgive himself for it

he then chooses death

when he comes back, he repeatedly projects onto Adrian Andrews

No wonder he's always saying Phoenix "saved him" he sure needed a bit of saving.

This poor, poor man. His story arc is so beautiful to me.

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Blood Curse Ch.1 (?)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Melody Cartwright (OFC)

(possibly also Sy x Melody and August x Melody I haven't decided yet. I also don't know if this is going to go anywhere so temper your expectations)

Walter walked down the hall from his office, paper cup of coffee in his hand. Getting called into the Captains office first thing should have worried him, but he was too tired for that. Knocking on the door once to announce his arrival, he pushed open the door, his eyes immediately going to the woman sitting across from the Captain. She had long, curly dark hair gathered in a thick braid down her back which was to him as she sat in the chair.

"Lieutenant." His Captain said, "Thanks for coming to see me this early."

"Of course." He said, "Everything all right?"

"Absolutely." He said, "I'm calling in the senior officers for a one on one meeting before making a general announcement. Walter, this is ADA Melody Cartwright, she's our new liaison with the District Attorney's office." She stood at that, turning to face him, and he was momentarily struck by the purity of her blue eyes.

"What happened to Frank?" Walter asked, turning his attention back to the Captain.

"Frank retired, Ms. Cartwright transferred from Port City to fill the vacancy. She was the DA's liaison to Organized Crime there." His Captain said and he looked at her again.

"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant." She said, extending her hand with a professional smile. Reaching out, he took it, but as his skin touched hers, a small buzz went through his palm and there was a enraged snarling in the back of his mind. She must have felt it too, a flicker of confusion crossing over her features before she pulled her hand away, shaking it slightly.

"How long did you work with Organized Crime?" Walter asked.

"Five years, before that I was a Prosecutor who worked with anyone who needed me." She said, clenching and unclenching her hand.

"Something wrong with your hand?" He asked but she shook her head.

"Must be dry in here, you shocked me pretty good."

"That's just my electric personality." Walter said and she snorted, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"That was terrible."

"I know, I'm sorry." The snarling in his mind was getting louder and he felt the muscles between his shoulders stiffen. "Is that all, Captain?"

"Yeah, Walter, that's it." His Captain said.

"It was nice meeting you, Melody." He said and she gave him another small smile.

"You as well, Walter." She said and he left the office, heading to his own and closing and locking the door when he was inside. His heart was pounding, his muscles spasming, and he sat down heavily in his chair, breathing through the urge. There was only one reason why his Beast would be reacting the way it was, and it made sense given her surname.

She was a Cartwright witch, a line whose progenitor had cursed his to transform into a ravening beast on the full moon. His ancestor had deserved it, but the curse made it all the way down to him and his male relatives, and only the males. Due to this, it had passed over his daughter from a previous marriage, thankfully. Angie despised him enough. Punching a number into his desk phone with a slightly shaking hand, he put it on speaker and it rang for a bit.

“Sy.”

“Derek.” His voice was tense, the mans name said through gritted teeth.

“The fuck happened?”

“Cartwright witch.” He said simply and he gave a sigh.

“Fuck, man. Breathe. She do anythin’?”

“New ADA.” He said, “It reacted to her. Don’t think she knows.”

“Walt, man, you gotta breathe. You can’t go shiftin’ in the middle of the station, it’d be a bloodbath.”

“I know.”

“You ever run into one before?” Sy asked and Walter shook his head but then remembered the other man couldn’t see him.

“No.” He said.

“What makes you think she’s in the dark about it?”

“The fact that she didn’t try to kill me the moment she saw me?”

“That’d do it.” Sy said and there was a knock on his office door.

“Lieutenant Marshall? It’s Melody. Are you—are you okay?”

“Fuck, that her?” Sy asked.

“Yeah.”

“She must be feelin’ your Beast tryin’ to push to the surface.” He said, “Get rid of her.”

“I’m fine, Melody!” He called back, but he knew he sounded anything but.

“Lieutenant Marsh—Walter, I know we just met but...I can tell you’re not. Can I come in?”

“No!” He snapped, a growl to his voice.

“Walter, breathe.” Sy said, “Get her away from your door, she’s makin’ it worse.”

“I’m—I’m fine, Melody.” He said, carefully controlling his voice, even as the snarling in his head grew louder, “Just a bit of a headache.” There was silence on the other side of the door before the lock clicked back on it’s own and she pushed into the office.

“Sorry, I picked the lock, I—” She was cut off as he crossed the room, pushing her against the wall and making the shelves clatter. Her fear spiked in the air and he resisted the urge to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze.

“Breathe, Walter!” Sy said through the speaker, his tone urgent. “Fuck! I’m on my way over to the station! Don’t do anythin’!”

“No!” He snapped back. If he was having this reaction, Sy would only throw gasoline on the fire. Her hands pressed to his chest to put some distance between them and a shock went through him, making him jerk. The snarling turned into a roar and he felt the bones of his hands start to pop and shift.

“Easy.” She whispered, her hands sliding over his chest through his sweater. “Breathe, Walter.” Taking his hand, she pressed it to her own chest, taking deep measured breaths. “With me. Breathe with me.” He could tear out her heart, it would be easy, simple, let the change come, rip through skin and bone. Feast on it while it was still warm and beating. Let her blood coat his fur, hot and thick. “Walter.” The roaring cut off, the crashing silence making him flinch. “Breathe.” She pulled him into her arms, tucking his face into her neck and he breathed. His hands slid over her suit jacket and he breathed. His arms moved to encircle her waist and he breathed.

“How did you—how did you do that?” He asked, his voice thick.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “But I could feel...something building inside me and it just...came out. Now, you want to tell me what that was, exactly? You looked like you were going to tear me apart."

"Why didn't you run?"

"You would have chased me." He would have chased her. He would have hunted her.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"About your family?"

"I don’t talk to my family."

"The Cartwrights?"

"Stevens. Cartwright is my birth surname, legally changed it back when I turned eighteen. Parents died when I was little, spent some time in the system before I was adopted. To say my adoptive family wasn’t the best would be an understatement so I went no contact."

"Walt?" He had forgotten all about Sy on the phone.

"I'm here." He said, his face still buried in the curve of her neck. "I'm fine. She made it quiet."

"They gave it to us, they can control it. If, ya know, it doesn't kill'em before they get the chance." Sy said.

"Walter?" Melody asked, and she tried to pull back, but his arms tightened around her, keeping her still as he pressed his face further into her neck.

"You made it quiet." He said, the low growling that was a constant in the back of his mind since his first shift utterly silent. Sy had turned it into white noise, ignoring it. August listened to it, giving into it more than they did. "You make it quiet."

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My fandom hot take is: Ace Attorney has legal corruption as a theme and no idea what it's doing with it. It starts as a pretty straightforward "the legal system is unfair and slated towards the defence, prosecutors care about nothing but guilty verdicts and routinely forge evidence, you are the underdog attorney performing miracles" before retconning that the two major prosecutors implied to have forged evidence didn't do it on purpose after all, instead pinning it on higher officials, which at once widens the scope of the universe and makes the corruption run much deeper, but also somewhat "exonerates" the prosecutors of their more blatant wrongdoings (although not of all of them). And then after that, it makes two defence attorneys, including our heroes, into forgers, which itself is never retconned. And then there's this whole impersonating officers thing and it just goes completely sideways. It makes no sense. It's fascinating.

A really interesting question! The thematic inconsistency in Ace Attorney is really palpable, despite having some of the most comprehensive stories, so I'm with you on this one

Strongly agree | Agree | Neutral | Disagree | Strongly disagree

There are many, many Doylist reasons as to why the theme of corruption gets thrown from one side to the other, but saying that "Well yeah DD is kinda shit without nuance because it wasn't written by Takumi" would be a low-hanging fruit in terms of criticism. So I will try to compile my scattered thoughts about this topic here with another approach.

Seems like as a series Ace Attorney has this "protagonist biased" fault. We are rooting for Phoenix when he tricks Furio Tigre with the bottle. And we are supposed to be mad at Edgeworth for coaching Bellboy to deliberately misinform the court. And considering that, we can't even say that the series tried to imply the "defense attorney always good, prosecutor always bad" type of mindset - despite being first and foremost a game with a necessary element of satisfaction of defeating a malicious foe - because in the very first game there's Robert Hammond. And some time later we see Klavier Gavin. Apollo was a protagonist, so presenting the bloody ace was never called out. Meanwhile Edgeworth has entire drama around him handling SL-9. So that's why in my opinion this is exactly protagonist bias, when you win a game against Edgeworth and prove that this pink suit indeed tried to coach Bellboy to give a false testimony you get a portion of serotonin. The same serotonin runs through your brain when this sleazy new lawyer character gets caught.

But when you think about the grander scope, the things start getting sketchy.

In my opinion, it all can boil down to one sentiment, that again stems from the essence of this series - it's a game, and a story with black-while morals (yes, even games like Apollo Justice are pretty clear cut about who's in the right and who is not in my opinion). So it's a given that the protagonist will do things for the good of others. And the antagonists (which are often the prosecutors) will hinder that objective. So it's much more understandable that Phoenix will use tricks when he was trying to corner a loan shark who manipulated many people, or when he tried to bring the man who ruined his career and lives of others to justice. And with Edgeworth in SL-9 and Manfred in IS-7 is more like a flashback material, a foundation that have its story being built upon. SL-9 was a past case that doesn't quite have this urgency of saving a friend. And Manfred tried to put an innocent man in the jail anyway. I don't really like both of these (in my opinion) retcons, because they make the things unnecessarily complicated and REALLY rob Miles and Mandfred from their agency in some capacity whatsoever - but your writeup makes me think that my distaste could be precisely because these plot points have some serious implications which makes the inherent story structure of AA to bite more than it could chew. Anyway "you can use some tricks if it's helping people" is a pretty concise message that may encapsulate this conundrum...

...which is understandable in a game and a heroic, but an utter rubbish if we detach ourselves from the protagonists' POV. Like, even Edgeworth was truly believing he's doing the right thing in his early career. Besides even the "helping other people" part is fluctuating between different representatives of one profession. Phoenix is called out by Edgeworth in 2-4 becuse defense attorneys aren't heroes and they just make sure everyone is tried fairly. But only 4 games later we got a character who represents this message - Raymond Shie Eddie Fender. I probably derailed your ask beyong possible, but this too, is an argument of how inconsistent the series in its priorities.

I hope there is at least one comprehensive thought about this matter, because this issue is something that could be explored and discussed from very different perspectives... And here I mused about how and why these inconsistencies work, but all in all, I agree that there's no clear-cut stance in the series about what is corrupt and what is not even within one writer team's works