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Im a firm believer (and always will be) that maya and mia had a very complicated relationship. I think part of what makes mia so interesting is the fact that she kind of sucks? She left home to chase down what ruined her family, but she never even got the chance to fix it. And now maya’s left with this huge burdan to deal with alone. Don’t get me wrong, maya *loved* Mia and always will, but i think their relationship is alot more interesting once to take into account how much strain mia put on it by leaving. Idk. They’re the sisters ever

I LIVE! AND PRESENT TO YOU BUNNY!KLAV AND LEATHER!APOLLO SMUT.

i dedicate this fic to my grems and to @queenychu, the regent supreme of klapollo. this is for you <3

please enjoy!!

fic summary:

I'm probably going to hell for this, he thinks.
He's not a believer in the traditional sense (see: ghosts, magic bracelets, and whatever it is that makes Trucy the real deal), but morally, he can say he's objectively in a gray area. Legally, it's an offense that could easily disbar him, should the details come to light. Not that it would matter, because he would immediately hurl himself from the roof of the nearest skyscraper the moment the story broke, but the point stands— on a scale of dessert for breakfast to embezzling money from dying orphans, this is probably closer to the latter than the former, and not for the last time, he wonders how he found himself agreeing to anything like it.
Eyes reluctantly glued to the mirror in front of him, the flush curling beneath his face and neck, reminds him why. Definitely immoral, he thinks, the last of his reluctance chipping away into shy pleasure.
But I look good.