summary: it's snowing outside, and the reader seizes the chance to spend time with edgeworth.
pairing: Miles Edgeworth x gn reader
warnings: none, edgeworth is a little shit at the start but not that bad
word Count: 369w
notes: yeehaw!! i love edgeworth so much. reader is very much channelling the inner gumshoe in this, if you can tell, but we love that
“Hey, Mr. Edgeworth?”
Miles held up a hand and sipped his coffee. Seeing you shift from foot to foot, he sighed and set down his mug. “Is there something you require, Y/N?”
You wiggled nervously. “It’s snowing pretty hard outside, sir.”
He would’ve rolled his eyes if he didn’t think you actually had something to tell him. “Yes. If you notice, my curtains are open. The snow is rather apparent.” You nodded when he motioned at the window. The snow was piling up on the windowsill, with a solid six inches already on the ground.
“Right. Uh, well... I was wondering, do you have any gloves?”
Miles huffed a little. “Y/N, if you wish to play in the snow like a child, you may borrow my gloves and do so during lunch break. Currently, you are needed to check the reliability of witness accounts... which is your job."
You didn’t flinch, but you did blink in response. “Oh... no, sir, I have my own gloves. I wanted to make sure that your hands would be ok before I asked you to enjoy the snow with me.”
Now it was Miles’s turn to blink. He examines your face before coughing quietly into his hand (it was a reflexive move and he instantly made a note to wash his hands.) “I see.”
“...so, do you have gloves, sir?”
“I believe that I have a lunch meeting that runs past your lunch break, Y/N.” Your face fell a little, and you nodded again. Miles averted his eyes. “However, if you have time at the end of the day... I seem to be free at five.”
From his peripheral vision, he watched your eyes light up. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet now. “Sure thing, Mr. Edgeworth! I’ll see you then- do you like marshmallows in your hot chocolate?”
If you found the smallest marshmallows available so that he could have just the right amount, you wouldn’t tell anybody that Miles turned bright red at the sight.
And if he tugged up the front of your scarf to protect the tip of your nose, he would never mention the way your smile went straight into his heart.
summary: you’re somewhat forgetful, but franny is always there.
pairing: Franziska von Karma x male reader
warnings: none, franny is uncharacteristically sweet
word Count: 829w
notes: yeehaw!! this is one of the oldest things i’d ever written for ace attorney, back when i was cis and thought i was gay,,, and i AM gay but in the opposite direction. however i think my crush on franziska has still carried throughout my whole life so i’m not terribly bothered posting this or taking future requests for her. she’s a delight <3
→ Franziska von Karma forgets nothing. Not when it came to court, and most certainly not when it came to you. Your favourites, things you’ve mentioned in passing. It engraves itself in her mind when you’re the one saying it.
→ You were much the opposite. As hard as you tried, committing something small to memory was insanely difficult. Of course you remembered the important things- one of the only things you COULD consistently remember was things about people’s pasts. You couldn’t help it. You were drawn to people who needed help, knowingly or otherwise. It only made sense you’d fall for Franziska.
▲ Franziska messed with your tie, tightening and straightening it, then began searching your suit for lint. “Only the fool of fools would foolishly allow the greatest fool of all to make a foolish fool of himself.” She responded in reply to your gentle protest. She ran a hand through the ruffles of your shirt, airing them out.
▲ You smiled sleepily. “I get the feeling you just insulted me. Your brother can’t be that bad.”
▲ “Of course he is,” She snapped. “He is a von Karma. He will be testing you to see if you are worthy of me, and I of you. This is the first time we’ve seen each other in nine months, he will surely be looking for a change in my worldview. When he finds no such change, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth will turn his full attention to you!”
▲ Absent-mindedly, you reached to pluck a stray hair out of her face. She took your hand in hers, pausing her cleanup. Wordlessly, she held it to her lips, inhaling deeply before letting it go and nodding briskly. “You are ready. Let’s leave, before Miles Edgeworth arrives.” You glanced at your watch. It was still only 5pm, and you were expected at 7pm. Shrugging, you followed her out the door.
▲ “Miles Edgeworth, I introduce you to Y/N L/N, my lover.” Miles looked at you, scrutinizing the tired look on your face- he didn’t yet know that was permanent- and something akin to approval blossomed when you bowed. Not an inch more than Franny taught you.
▲ “Well met, Miles Edgeworth.” With pride, Franny noted that Miles was smiling a little. The three of you were led to your seats, Edgeworth pulling out the chair for both Franny and yourself.
▲ Later Franny would ask you if it was necessary to hold her hand as hard as you did throughout the entire dinner, and your reply was to nod enthusiastically. Of all the tales Franny had told of her childhood, lately the ones concerning her family were beginning to bother you most. Miles was a hardened man, and you were asking him to accept you into his family as Franny had. Of course, the two weren’t actually related, the difference was so small that you didn’t care to recognize the fact.
▲ She shook her head at your far away eyes. Knowing you weren’t paying attention, she laid her head on her shoulder and startled when you wrapped an arm around her. “It’s very much like a royal court’s speak, the way you and Edgeworth talk. Do you think it went well?”
▲ “Yes.” Firmly, she added, “You practiced your bows. That was a wise decision. Thanks to that, Miles Edgeworth may yet learn to hold respect for you.”
▲ “Hm.”
→ Of course, you did try to remember things Franny disliked, if nothing else.
▲ “What is this?” Franny asked, looking at the spread of cakes arranged neatly on the table. You looked sheepish.
▲ “I couldn’t remember what your favourite type of cake was, so I got everything but polish cheesecake and raspberry. I thought I remembered you voicing your dislike for them.” She looked astonished. “Happy Birthday? Hahah.”
→ The nice thing about having a girlfriend who could tell you the exact time without looking at her watch was that you were constantly being reminded of time-sensitive appointments. The downside was that now you knew how time sensitive everything was.
→ On the flip side, Franziska didn’t need any help remembering plans she’d made. Instead you usually had to (gently) remind her of the ways to best interact with others.
▲ Franny marched into the living room. “We are leaving in an hour to meet with Phoenix Wright and his unsightly crew.” You looked up from your phone, startled.
▲ “Oh, right. I guess we should start getting ready. Little Pearls will be there, won’t she?” Franny nodded, already leading you to the bathroom for a face wash. “Delicate thing. She might not be over the last case she was involved in. Try not to take anything she says to heart.”
▲ Eagerly, Franny added, “I have made a list of everybody who will be joining us. Shall we go over it together?” You agreed, smiling at her.
→ You made a strange couple, that was undeniable. But you also complimented each other perfectly.
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