Prompt: None/a fanart i found on Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/758575131012464441/ Pic below
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Timing: Between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Reader's Age: 24
Reader's Occupation: Defence Attorney
Reader's Relations: Apollo's girlfriend
Warnings: Talk of Trans things, small mention of sexual content, but it's like one line, so I don't think it counts as a lime.
Other notes: DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING HOMOPHOBIC IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE, DON'T FUCKING READ. This was an idea that stemmed from a Pinterest post I found. I did not come up with this idea the idea of Trans! Apollo i mean, the oneshot idea is mine. Also, the reader is bisexual in this.
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Walking back from the courthouse to the small flat I shared with Apollo was a pleasant journey. It was a lovely day, which brightened my mood, and I'd just managed to get a 'Not Guilty' verdict. Due to it already being past 4 o'clock when the trial ended, Mr Wright said I could just go home, rather than return to the agency, although I did have to drop past anyway to pick up a couple of things for Apollo as he'd been given the day off due to just having finished a stressful case.
As I took my shoes off, the flat was almost silent, something that was out of the ordinary as usual, Apollo would have been rushing around doing random things, wanting to clean the flat til it was spotless. Instead, I found all the shoes, some of which included his slippers, my slippers, his work shoes, and both our trainers, lying all around the floor. That's when I heard soft crying, which confused me, Apollo wasn't one to cry. I followed the sound to the bedroom to see him curled up on our bed, crying, trying to be quiet.
"Polly? What happened?" I asked, closing the door behind me, despite knowing that there was no one else there.
He looked up at me and I saw just how tear-stained his cheeks were, which broke my heart. I walked over and sat down next to where his head was, pulling it onto my lap and stroking his hair, "Polly, tell me what's wrong."
I felt his body wrack with another sob and he shook his head, "No, you're going to hate me."
"Apollo, I could never hate you. I'm your girlfriend, I love you so much."
He froze up at that reply, confusing me, "D-do you still love me? Is it that you want to break up with me and you just don't know how to tell me?"
"No! (Y/n), I love you so much. I-It's just I've realised I'm not comfortable with myself."
"Whatever do you mean, Polly? You're not overweight or anything like that, what are you talking about? You're my perfect little boyfriend."
"That's the thing, (Y/n)," he responded, sitting up and facing me, "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."
