Hi!! Could you do hcs for some of the main AA trilogy characters (of your choice any are fine!!) reactions to their s/os profile being presented to them like how you can do in the games pretty please!
TAKE THAT! aa characters being presented with your profile!
fluff, use of y/n, they/them for y/n, blue text for phoenix are inner thoughts (like in game), probably ooc im so sorry lmao
a/n: this idea is sooooo cute im so inlove with it !!! im probably going to do versions of this with the apollo justice trilogy and tgaa games because this was fun, please enjoy!
PHOENIX WRIGHT
"Y/N? That's my partner, they usually come down to help me out around the office, cleaning, sorting files and bringing me lunch when I forgot.."
"Aren't they adorable? I mean look at that face, I really got lucky.."
"...Why on earth are they looking at me like that?"
"Wait-- You're not supposed to agree with me! People just say that to compliment their partners, this is the part where you tell me how perfect we are for each other or something.."
"This is why I don't talk about my love life at work..."
MILES EDGEWORTH
"Wright? Where on earth did you find a picture of my significant other?- Nevermind that, why exactly are you showing me this?"
"This is my spouse, yes. We've been married for around 3 years and I'm very proud of the fact. If you're looking for them, they aren't here, I make sure they stay far away from my work."
"You seemed shocked to know that I'm married. I'm actually.. sort of offended."
Phoenix catches him sighing as he gazes at the photo later on.
MAYA FEY
"Hey Nick! Where'd you find this picture of Y/N? Have you been spying on me? Rude."
"This is my lovely partner! Look look! Aren't they so cute? We make a cute couple, don't we? And they're so funny too, and they buy me burgers whenever I want them."
"And they're so smart as well, like--" She goes on for ages rambling about you.
"Don't be jealous Nick, your time for young love has long since passed, but maybe if you try hard enough you can find someone just as amazing as my partner."
MIA FEY
"This is Y/N L/N, my partner. They're a lawyer too, if you could believe it. But they don't handle cases like I do, I think I prefer it that way."
"They're always worrying about how much I'm working, and I can't help but feel bad sometimes. But just knowing they're waiting for me at the end of the day gives me the strength to push through trials."
"Did you show me this to get me emotional before the trial Phoenix? Come on, let's focus, I can chat to you about my spouse later, okay."
DICK GUMSHOE
"Oh, that reminds me! I gotta introduce you all to Y/N, you'd have a blast, pal."
"All the guys at the firm love them, one time they insisted on cooking hot dogs for us after I told them about that stressful De Killer case, and even weeks after most of the guys were asking me for seconds!"
"Yeah- Clear your calendar, Mr Wright, I'll even invite Mr Edgeworth too. I'm going to make sure everyone knows that my partner just so happens to be the best in the world."
FRANZISKA VON KARMA
Instead of your profile, I imagine Franziska would just have a painted portrait of you in her office, something grand and extravagant. Phoenix is investigating in there and clicks on it.
"You fool! You'll ruin the frame if you touch it like that! Who even let you in here, where is that scruffy detective, hm? I told him to keep all spiky haired lawyers out."
"Well, if you're curious, I may as well tell you. This is my partner. Beautiful, aren't they? Do not look so surprised, Wright, I can get along with people, just not you and your... entourage."
"They will be a Von Karma one day, once I marry them. They always tell me that I have nothing to prove to them.. that I can continue to be myself to make them happy. And that's why they're better than you, much more mature. Hmph!"
GODOT
"Funny, isn't it, Trite? For a guy who prefers his coffee to be bitter and harsh, to be so in love with someone sweet and caring."
"Y/N shines brighter than any star in the sky and that's a fact."
"Wondering why I'm dating them? Well that's for me to know and for you to ponder. But don't start crushing on them, or then I might just have to actually take you down. In court. Of course."
"Now give me that, they have nothing to do with this case, so you won't be needing any info on them anymore."
Hello there good sir, could I have some domestic head cannons for Franziska Von Karma?
Franziska Von Karma domestic headcanons
A/n: Doing domestic headcanons for a second time has made me realise that I don't think I know the difference between domestic headcanons and regular couple headcanons. Also, Franziska is very cute, I would let her whip me for real. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
-Franziska often gets up very early in the morning, begrudgingly pulling away from your embrace to prepare for the day ahead. She starts by making the bed (and making sure you're properly tucked in) then drinks the glass of water she always keeps next to the bed. She follows this up with some stretching before a quick jog to keep her mind sharp, then finishes by making breakfast, which is always hot and ready for when you wake up.
-Whether it be laundry, cleaning the floors or cooking, Franziska often prefers to do all the household chores herself. While she easily has the money to pay someone else to do it, she believes even the most expensive servants could not operate at the level of perfection that she expects.
-If you wish to help her out with anything, on the other hand, she's more than happy to let you. After all, her taste in romantic partners is also perfect, meaning if her perfect taste chose you, then you must also be perfect. And if you are, indeed, perfect, then your skills at housework must be as perfect as hers. She'll ramble on like this for a while if you don't stop and remind her the chores still need doing.
-Franziska mostly shops at the most high-end supermarkets, believing that only the kind of gourmet ingredients bought there can sate her expensive appetite. She often insists on sticking to the list she prepared, as it contains a perfectly balanced amount of each food group, and will usually refuse to buy anything she considers unhealthy. However, on occasion, she will pretend to look the other way if you sneak in a chocolate bar, some candy or other junk food, so long as you're well-behaved after.
-Every weekend or on days she has off, she likes to prepare a dinner by candlelight for you both, served on perfectly polished silverware with the presentation matching that of a three Michelin star restaurant. If you wish to help her make the dinner, she'll allow it, but will sometimes guide your hands if she thinks you're cutting the vegetables too thinly or not using enough salt. After all, you're perfect in her eyes, and she wants the food she cooks for you to be perfect too.
-Speaking of cooking, at times where the house is more quiet, when the TV is switched off and the washing machine isn't running, you can just about make out the sound of Franziska humming while cooking. It's some lullaby that was sung to her as a child, and the sound of her singing is beautiful, yet she always seems to blush and deny doing it whenever you catch her.
-Similar to everything else, Franziska also likes to have the finest furniture, and that each piece is in it's rightful place, finding herself unable to relax until she's sure it is. She especially likes having pieces of furniture imported from Germany, as it looks good and it reminds her of home. Whenever you have guests over, she makes sure to give every surface a quick dusting and a check for dirt. After all, she can't have others finding any spots in her perfect persona.
-At night, Franziska likes to wind down with a book. This will usually be about law or the legal system, if only to serve as a refresher before another case, but she will swap it out for anything you might recommend. If you both read in bed together, she likes to gently lean her head on your shoulder as she does. If not, she'll hold her book in one hand while running her other hand through your hair, only moving it when she has to turn the page. Either way, when she's too tired to continue, she puts her book on the nightstand, and wraps her arms around you. She gives you one last kiss on the forehead and a "Good night, mein Ein und Alles" before falling asleep in your embrace.
tags: hurt/comfort, established romantic relationship, reader having a panic attack, angst to fluff
franziska prided herself with knowing a lot about you. but one thing she didn't know, until it was too late, was that you were TERRIFIED of the dark!
the two of you had been dating for a few months now and had learned a lot about each other in that time. but franziska only learned about your fear of the dark due to a power outage in court…
you were picking her up after work that day and shortly after you entered her office, the lights in the entire building turned off. and immediately, you started to panic!
franziska hardly had the time to realize what was going on, as you suddenly crumbled onto the floor. she was worried at first, that you were hurt, but as soon as she realized you weren't physically injured, she recognized that behaviour; you looked just like miles having a panic attack during an earthquake!
franziska was quick to kneel down next to you and hug you, whispering words of comfort in your ear. she held you tight until the lights turned on a few minutes later
after the lights turned on again, franziska remained next to you, until you had calmed down some more. and once you were ready for it, she asked, somewhat hurt, why you had never mentioned your fear of the dark to her before
truth was, you were embarrassed about it. franziska is such a strong woman and telling her about your weaknesses was something you were afraid of. so you never told her, until she had to find out this way
franziska can't help but feel a little hurt by that. she would NEVER look down on you, especially not because of a simple fear! and she's not as strong and perfect as you might think she is either…
but through that entire experience, franziska and you grew a lot closer. you learned that there's nothing you need to hide from her. and franziska made an effort to show you more of her weaknesses in the future as well…
Franziska von Karma x Reader -- Helpful Compliments Pt 1
Summary: After the disappearance of Prosecutor Edgeworth, the new "prosecuting prodigy" is in town. With your background as a defense attorney, you've been tasked to assist Franziska von Karma with the upcoming case of Maya Fey as she settles in.
Word Count: 7k+
Author's Note: I like to follow canon events, and this is no exception. This takes place in Justice for All. It starts at Case 2, when Maya is accused of killing the doctor who came to talk to a spirit she channeled. Here's the wiki page to refresh your memory if needed. I'd have a small summary myself, but I'm pretty busy atm. I wrote this a while ago, so I hope you like it! Leave comments!
Tags: @oshaberi-usagi (I'm so glad you showed interest! Franziska is my favorite! It's nice knowing that at least 1 person is interested. Sometimes that's all I need)
Walking through the police department, you do a double-take upon spotting an unfamiliar figure. Pausing, you take in the appearance of a short young lady. She has white puff sleeves and a mini skirt. Brown hose covers her legs and ends in heeled boots. Her short, silvery-blue hair shimmers under the fluorescent lights. The whole appearance is completely different from what you usually see behind the scenes of the police station. However, her posture indicates she’s here for work. The young woman’s outfit is too constraining to be an officer, but you don't know what she does. Regardless, she has a bold fashion sense. You can’t help but be drawn to it.
“Excuse me, I love your outfit,” you compliment, coming up behind her. “The puff sleeves give you a nice silhouette.”
She turns around with wide, surprised eyes. Her pale skin is flawless. The charcoal eyeliner brings out the gunmetal grey irises, and the dark mascara makes her lashes stand out. The young lady is attractive, to say the least.
A pleased smirk makes its way onto her face.
“Thank you. I put a lot of thought and effort into how I style it.”
She has a slight German accent. It fits her. You observe her accessories.
“I can tell,” you agree, leaning in to admire her better. “The way you tie the turquoise into your outfit is strategic and tasteful. It creates a cohesive look and gives it a well-needed pop of color. Besides, it's a fantastic shade on you. It brings out your fair complexion. The exaggerated bow and cuffs match your puff sleeves perfectly. Overall, you look stunning.”
You glance up to find her with wide and stunned eyes. She looks like a deer in headlights, not expecting your in-depth analysis. You straighten up, apologetic. You didn’t mean to startle her.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You’re really pretty and deserve to know your hard work has paid off,” you explain.
The young woman continues to stare at you, shocked. She looks away with a fake cough to cover her flushed cheeks.
“That is very kind of you,” she replies, attempting to regain her composure.
It’s an admirable effort that doesn’t quite succeed as she involuntarily swallows. The young lady changes the subject.
“Thank you,” she expresses again before introducing herself. “My name is—“
RIIIIING!
It’s your phone. You pull it out, glancing at the caller ID. You look back up at the short girl.
“I have to take this, but will you be here for a while? You seem nice and I’d love to talk if you have the time,” you tell her.
The woman’s eyebrows shoot to her forehead as she murmurs, “Nice? I haven’t heard that adjective used to describe me before.”
She finds a clock on the wall and answers, “I have a few minutes to spare before my next appointment.”
You beam at her.
“I’ll only be a few minutes,” you reassure, before speed walking away.
You’d like to get back as soon as possible, so you immediately answer the phone.
“Detective Gumshoe?” you question.
“[Y/N]! I have an assignment for you! You know how there’s been a murder down at Kurain Village?” he asks.
“Of course,” you confirm.
“Well, the prosecutor is asking for some extra help. She’s from out of the country and is still settling in. I thought you would be the perfect person given your background,” he informs.
Your eyes light up. You haven’t had many opportunities to use your experience as a defense attorney, so this opportunity excites you.
“I’m happy to help. What’s her name and what does she look like?” you inquire.
“Oh, uhhh… don’t freak out, but she’s Prosecutor von Karma. She’s the protege of Manfred and is considered a prosecuting prodigy. She started at the age of thirteen. She’s eighteen right now, but don’t bring that up with her. You’ll get whipped. Anyway, she’s got short silver hair, carries a whip, and has massive puffy sleeves. The girl’s hard to miss, pal,” he describes.
You raise your eyebrows. You suppose the two prosecutors’ styles are similar, but their physical attributes are starkly different. Most people would overlook the specifics once they learned her name. However, you got a close-up, detailed observation beforehand.
They wore dressy outfits with flashy embellishments. Other than that, the physical similarities ended there. Yes, their hair color is similar, but it’s one too many shades off. The older man’s grey was from old age, while she was born with hers. Their eye color imitates the other, but it's not exact. Manfred's were blackened beads, while his daughter’s are the color of rain clouds. The father was a big, broad-chested man with an air of absolute evil authority. The permanent frown lines and brow wrinkles were so deep, even Botox couldn’t smooth them. The female prosecutor has a petite frame. She artificially enlarges it using her clothes. It helps gain the attention of the entire room, and makes people take her as a threat. However, her face is feminine and fresh.
Then, there’s one difference in personality.
You don’t know the female prosecutor well, so you're not sure about the other traits. However, she became flustered by your genuine and specific compliment. Manfred would’ve gloated at the praise.
You decide to give her a chance. She seems different from her father. It must be annoying for people to label you something before you’ve even met. The woman already made a good first impression, so there’s no reason to taint it by bringing in your judgment of a dead man. She must be having a hard time with the death and betrayal of her father.
With that conviction in mind, you chuckle. “I’ve already met her. Anything else?”
“Don’t make her mad or she’ll whip you real hard! I know from experience. Be careful and be safe, kiddo,” Gumshoe warns.
You laugh. “Ok, I will. Bye, Gumshoe.”
You hang up and stride up to the pretty prosecutor. She glances at you as you stick out your hand.
“I’m [F/N] [L/N],” you introduce. “I’ll be your assistant for your upcoming case. I studied to be a defense attorney for a few years so I’m the most qualified in the force.”
She zeroes in on your background and grabs your hand. The young lady returns the greeting.
“Franziska von Karma, prosecuting prodigy from Germany. Do you know Mr. Phoenix Wright?” she asks without pause.
You blink at the direct question.
“Yes, I know him. We worked under the same mentor for two years, so we’re close friends,” you answer.
Franziska leans in with sharp interest. “What can you tell me about him?”
You raise an eyebrow. Usually, prosecutors aren’t invested in defense attorneys because of the high conviction rate, but this is Phoenix Wright. He is the man who manages to turn every hopeless case around and win. It looks like his reputation precedes him.
You ponder. You could say a lot about him. He’s risky and ridiculous. He doesn’t take cases where he believes the client is guilty. It’s a bad business move because he doesn’t make much money. Phoenix is stubborn, empathetic, and incredibly sassy. However, you decide to forgo emphasizing his questionable traits and shed light on the positive ones.
“He’s unconventional,” you decide. “He’s creative and quick, and he commits to bold choices. I’d describe Phoenix as an improvisational actor in the courtroom. His three years as an art major come through.”
Franziska raises a judgmental eyebrow. “Why would an art major change to law when he was so close to graduating?”
You look away with pursed lips. This could go sideways if you aren’t careful. Franziska must know Edgeworth through their connection with Manfred. You don’t know the nature of their relationship, but the magenta-suited prosecutor disappeared recently. She deserves the truth.
“He switched because of Miles Edgeworth,” you reveal.
Franziska jerks back.
“Miles—Miles Edgeworth? Explain,” she demands, leaning in.
“They were childhood friends but lost contact after Gregory died. One day in college, Phoenix saw a newspaper declaring Edgeworth a demon prosecutor. Wright was horrified. That wasn't the Miles he knew and wanted to help him get back onto the right path. However, he thought that if he just told him, Edgeworth wouldn’t listen. So, Phoenix took an artist’s approach; the best way to impact your audience is to show, not tell. Therefore, he changed his major to beat Edgeworth in court and show him that he was wrong,” you explain. “It’s rather poetic that it worked, but none of us foresaw Miles’ reaction. I’m sorry about his disappearance, by the way.”
The last statement hangs in the air. Franziska stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief. It takes her a full minute before she finds her voice.
“Phoenix Wright went into law because of my little brother?” she clarifies.
You nod, taking in the implications of her statement. The two of them have a familial bond. You’re glad Miles has someone who cares about him as much as the blue-suited defense attorney.
“Yes, the initial pull was because he cares about Edgeworth,” you confirm. “He found other reasons along the way.”
“Does Miles Edgeworth know this?” she asks.
You pause.
“Yes, Phoenix confessed that after winning both of Edgeworth’s cases. I wish he would’ve also confessed his feelings, but I was asking for too much,” you comment.
“And then my little brother ran away?” the German clarifies.
“Yes.”
Franziska stays silent.
After a moment, she says, “Excuse me.”
She turns around, takes a few steps forward, and lashes out with her whip. The prosecutor hits everyone and everything in her way. She is careful to avoid you.
“When I find that foolishly foolhardy fool of a foolish prosecutor, I’ll whip him into oblivion!” Franziska yells.
Her whip and war cries thunder throughout the precinct. Police officers scramble for cover, moving out of lashing range, as she continues to rain down upon them.
“That foolish fool leaves because he can’t handle his feelings!? He disappears and leaves me worried sick because he lost a few cases!? Miles Edgeworth has no awareness of how his foolish follies affect his loved ones. I looked everywhere and found nothing! I came here to beat Phoenix Wright and avenge him. I thought he might come back if I did. Now I find out my anger should be directed at my little brother rather than Mr. Phoenix Wright,” Franziska rants.
She continues for a few more minutes before slowing her moments and calming down. Her whip stops, and the young woman brings her free hand to massage her temple. She lets out an exasperated sigh. The prosecutor turns back to you.
“I apologize for the outburst,” Franziska says.
You shake your head with a chuckle. “No, like you said, Edgeworth is being a fool. He didn’t think about the consequences of his actions and only thought about himself. You have every right to be mad and upset.”
She relaxes, comforted by your words.
“Yes, I do. When he comes back, I will scold my little brother,” she replies. “For now, I need help reviewing the case and assistance doing more menial tasks.”
“Alright, let’s get started.”
—----------
“So, a ghost committed murder in a possessed body,” you conclude, leaning back in your chair. “I never thought I’d say that sentence before.”
Franziska hums in agreement. She continues to skim over another document.
“If that’s what the data says, then to win this case, I’m adjusting my mindset,” the prosecutor comments. “Usually, I wouldn’t believe this nonsense. However, I’ve looked over other cases and have found it to be legitimate.”
She must be referring to DL-6.
Her leather gloves and whip are set next to her on the table.
You hum and ask, “Shouldn’t we lower the charges to manslaughter? Maya wasn’t in control of her body at the time. We can’t prosecute a spirit with first or second degree murder, so the best we can do is charge the body with manslaughter.”
Franziska’s head snaps up with daggers in her eyes.
“That’s foolish! The defense can easily use the insanity plea to get a not-guilty verdict. The defendant is a danger to society and should be charged with the harshest punishment to keep them locked up,” she sneers.
Your eyes widen. That was a violent reaction, and you disagree with it. You’re quiet for a moment. She looks back down, believing she won the argument. However, you can spin this.
“So, you’re ok with Edgeworth dying?” you clarify.
The young woman gasps, horrified. Her hand flies to her whip, and she stands up with such force that it knocks over her chair. Her knuckles are bright white as she holds the leather cord. Her voice shakes in rage.
She snarls, “How dare you insinuate I’m fine with his death?!”
She moves to crack her whip, but you shoot across the table to grab her. One knee is placed on the wooden desk. You firmly hold her wrist and use your other hand to press an index finger to her lips. You don’t wait for her to protest.
“Listen!” you hiss with an unmatched intensity. “Manfred charged Edgeworth with first-degree murder during the DL-6 retrial. Miles was a minor at the time of the crime. It was an accident, and he felt guilty. The real charge should’ve been manslaughter. The other factors would’ve reduced his sentence. Manfred went for the highest punishment just because he could, and it would benefit him. If Phoenix hadn’t won, Edgeworth would be on death row, the real murderer would’ve gotten away, and you would be living a lie. If you charge Maya with first-degree murder, you would be doing the exact same thing. Is that what you want?”
Your eyes bore into hers as she stares back, stunned and horrified at the truth of your words. You watch her swallow and look away. You gently move your hand to her cheek, gaining her attention again.
“Franziska, you can be better than both your father and Edgeworth. I’ve only worked with you for a few hours, but I know you don’t back down from a challenge. Instead of blindly competing for the harshest winning streak, become someone who finds the truth and aims to punish wrongdoers accordingly,” you advise.
You hold her cheek, letting your voice linger through the air. You watch the tumultuous storm in her grey eyes. You chuckle.
“I’m sure you’ll make up your mind before the trial. You’ll pick the right decision for you even if it’s hard. You’re quick to commit, and I have your back. I won’t leave you as long as you stay. You’re nice company,” you add.
You release her, climbing down from the table. You smooth out the crinkled papers that became collateral in your heroic stunt.
Putting them in your file folder, you tell her, “It’s late. We have a plan for tomorrow, so let’s call it a day. We should get some rest before then. I’ll put the evidence away.”
There’s no movement from Franziska, but after a while, she coils her whip and slips on her gloves. You relax, knowing she plans to leave as well. She wouldn’t put on her gloves otherwise. You finish and grab the evidence.
You look up at her again. The prosecutor slowly packs up.
“Franziska,” you call.
She looks up at you.
“Don’t overthink it. You’ll make the right decision,” you say.
You turn away, heading out the door.
“Gute nacht, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
—----------
The next day, Franziska meets you in the prosecuting lobby. Unlike the previous night, she strides up with confidence.
“I’ve thought over your words, and I agree my previous mindset clouded my judgment. I do not want to become so competitive that I lose sight of what’s important: finding the truth. Both my papa and little brother forgot about that, so I will be the first to change. I strive to get the perfect punishment and sentence for the criminal. If that means I have to alter the charge, I will do so. While I am firm and intimidating, I am not unreasonable. Thank you for your words yesterday. I’m sure this will give me an edge against Phoenix Wright,” she states, before curtsying.
You give a fond smile. “I’m glad to help. Would you like me to keep you in line? This is new for you after all. Besides, I don’t want you to present anything less than your standard, especially when you’re on TV.”
Franziska nods. “I will take you up on your offer. You handled me once. I trust you to continue to help me.”
You grin. “Of course, I’m invested in your success after all.”
The pretty prosecutor blinks, surprised. She chuckles with a ghost of a smile.
“Thank you. As a woman in the industry, I’m mostly on my own except for my papa and little brother. Now that they’re both gone, I’m grateful for someone assisting me,” Franziska states. “Let’s head to the courtroom, shall we?”
The trial doors open, and the two of you enter. You spot the cameras and the crew members the prosecutor hired in the courtroom. People in the gallery give confused glances.
The defense arrives at the last minute. Phoenix steps in with Maya and a little girl in similar attire trailing behind him. He spots you and his gait falters. His expression reads, “Why are you with the prosecution?”
You raise an eyebrow before mouthing, “Gumshoe.”
The defense attorney grimaces and moves to the defense table. It isn’t until he’s finished laying out his notes that he sees Franziska. Phoenix looks surprised. Before he has a chance to say anything, the judge cuts in.
“Court is now in session for the trial of Maya Fey! Are the prosecution and defense prepared?” the judge asks.
Franziska interjects, “Before we start, I have something to say to Mr. Phoenix Wright.”
She addresses him, “The reason I moved here was to enact revenge on you. However, my plans changed when I learned about your relationship with my little brother. Now, my goal is to show that foolhardy foolish fool that he has people waiting for him back home. This trial will be broadcast worldwide. No matter where he is, my foolish brother will see it. I request your cooperation to make this a trial worthy of international attention.”
Phoenix stares, clueless.
“Who are you talking about?” he asks, confused.
“Miles Edgeworth,” she punctuates.
The defense attorney jolts at the name.
“Miles—Miles Edgeworth?” he stutters before saying. “He’s dead. He left a suicide note.”
Phoenix crosses his arms, grimacing. He closes himself off with an upset expression and tension in his shoulders.
Franziska’s whip flies across the courtroom, hitting the young man square in the face. It snaps the lawyer out of his misery.
“Ow!!” he cries in protest. “What was that for?!”
“Pull yourself together, Mr. Phoenix Wright! No body has been found. How can you accept suicide without proper evidence? Are you not the foolish defense attorney who believes in people and fights to win hopeless cases? Why are you giving up at the first hurdle?” she accuses. “Until we have exhausted all possibilities, I refuse to believe Miles Edgeworth is dead!”
Franziska emphasizes her declaration by snapping her whip on the desk. She grabs it, pulling it taut over her head. The prosecutor glares, challenging him. Phoenix stares at her with wide eyes.
There’s a pause before he questions in a small voice, “You think Miles will watch this?”
Franziska huffs, “His two favorite people are fighting in court. Of course he will watch.”
“Two favorite people?” the defense attorney echoes.
The German raises an eyebrow.
“Yes, my little brother cares about you despite his inability to show it,” she states before sharpening her eyes. “I will only say this once. As his big sister, I thank you for caring about that fool. He needed a reminder about what it means to be a prosecutor. We’re supposed to find the perfect truth. That is why I’m asking for your help to bring him back home.”
Franziska flourishes a hand toward the defense with a smirk. “Are you in, Mr. Phoenix Wright?”
A slow grin makes its way onto Phoenix’s face. He stands tall and renewed.
“Absolutely. Let’s get Edgeworth back, Ms. Franziska von Karma,” he agrees.
The young woman scrunches her nose at her full name before smirking.
“Good. I hope you can keep up, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Even if our overall goals align, I still intend to crush you in court,” she announces. “My winning streak is on the line after all.”
The young man gives a wiry, taut, and tired smile. “I never expected anything less from a Von Karma.”
The younger woman hums in amusement as the judge speaks up.
“I will also participate!” he claims enthusiastically. “Mr. Edgeworth is a valuable prosecutor. If the young man ran away rather than killing himself, I’ll play my part.”
“Please don’t, Your Honor,” Phoenix begs.
Franziska snaps her whip at the old man. It grazes him rather than hitting him full force.
“I agree. As a judge, you’re supposed to be impartial. This is a murder trial. Even though the entertainment value increased, people’s lives are still on the line,” the woman scolds.
Phoenix murmurs, “At least she takes this trial seriously.”
The judge looks guilty before replying, “The prosecution and the defense are correct. I will keep my involvement to a minimum. Now, does the defense want to enter a plea of ‘not guilty’?”
Franziska cracks her leather cord at nobody in particular.
“The prosecution would like to amend the charges against the defendant,” she announces.
Phoenix’s brows furrow.
“This is most unusual, Ms. Von Karma. What would you like to change it to?” the judge asks.
“We would like to change it to manslaughter,” Franziska declares. “It is most fitting for the crime that took place.”
“Very well. If the prosecution believes they have a better case for manslaughter, the court will reduce the defendant’s sentence,” the judge agrees.
You can see the gears turning in the defense attorney’s head. Franziska smirks.
“Too stunned to say anything, Mr. Phoenix Wright?” she taunts, waving her index finger. “To have a perfect case, I must have the correct charges. It minimizes the risk of failure, and it compromises my morals. Unlike my predecessors who competed to charge the most criminals with the highest sentences, I strive to punish those according to the severity. I will show you what a real prosecutor is like, Mr. Phoenix Wright, and I’ll beat you while I do it.”
She gestures to the blue-suited man. He stands there with a slightly impressed face. There’s a heavy dose of concern, but he decides to take this as a blessing.
“Ms. Von Karma is very admirable. I look forward to your work,” the judge compliments before turning to the defense. “Would the defense like to enter the plea of ‘not guilty’?”
“Yes, the defense will take the plea of not guilty, Your Honor,” Pheonix confirms.
Franziska scoffs, “Foolish. This trial could be over in less than 5 minutes with little loss on your part if you went for the insanity plea. However, I won’t waste my breath debating with you. You match my brother. Both of you always go to extremes. You’ve been lucky up until now, but I intend to break your streak.”
The man purses his lips but sticks to his guns.
“The defense stands by the plea of not guilty, Your Honor,” he states.
The judge nods. “Very well. The prosecution may call the first witness.”
Gumshoe takes the stand.
—---------------
The detective’s testimony is going fine until Phoenix pokes a hole in the prosecution’s argument. Literally. There’s a bullet hole in Maya’s robe. You glance at Franziska, who lashes out at Gumshoe with a deafening crack.
“You’re supposed to be a detective, you fool! Why was I not informed about this?!” she yells, gritting her teeth.
Gumshoe’s whole body cringes as her whip connects.
“Yowch!! Sorry, Ms. Von Karma! We must’ve missed it,” he apologizes, rubbing his neck.
“That’s no excuse. Do better next time! You’ve created a flaw in my logic! It’s unforgivable. We will be talking about your pay after this,” she promises with a glare.
Franziska turns to Phoenix to counter, “So, what? Just because there’s a bullet hole in her clothes doesn’t mean the defendant’s not guilty. The evidence still holds.”
The defense attorney frowns. He skims over the outfit with a determined look, as he searches for a contradiction.
“Ms. Von Karma is right. If the defense cannot prove the bullet hole is important, then I must ask we continue with this trial,” the judge agrees. “Well, Mr. Wright?”
There’s a moment of silence before Phoenix slowly straightens.
“Yes, I can, Your Honor,” he responds.
“He’s bluffing,” you inform Franziska.
“Let’s see what this famed defense attorney comes up with,” the prosecutor whispers, amused.
Phoenix burns holes into the cloth before his eyes light up. He slams his hands on the desk.
“There’s no gunpowder burn on the robes! Therefore, the defendant wasn’t close to the victim when she was shot at,” Phoenix declares.
Franziska jerks away with a grimace. She clutches her shoulder with a sound of distress. Instinctively, you place a hand on her back to stabilize her.
“Furthermore, there’s a bullet hole eight inches off the ground on the folding screen. The defense proposes that they were made by the same bullet!” he declares. “Maya Fey was not preparing to strike the victim like the prosecution claims! Instead, she was squatting by the folding screen when the shot was fired.”
Franziska sneers, her shoulders hiking up to her ears. You snatch her waist. She jerks in surprise, overriding her anger.
“We didn’t have all the evidence,” you point out, before adding. “Besides, for someone who just learned about gunpowder burns, I’m impressed.”
Your statement does its job and she loosens up at the quip. She can’t help the small smirk on her face.
Then, Gumshoe comments, “I knew there was some connection there.”
Franziska raises her whip, but the defense attorney beats her to the punch.
“Finding evidence and putting pieces together is your job, detective,” Phoenix berates.
The young woman pauses and gives a nod of approval.
She concurs, “That’s another thing we can agree on, Mr. Phoenix Wright. He was the one who didn’t present all the evidence to me in the first place, resulting in a grievous oversight on our part. I am sorry. He will be punished accordingly.”
Franziska pushes you behind her before rallying her whip and dishing out a series of cracks. Gumshoe cringes in pain with a loud, “Yowch!”
“Get out of my sight, Scruffy, before I knock you out!” she commands.
“Yes, sir!” the big man complies, jumping off the witness stand like a scared mouse.
The judge interjects, “Let’s take a five-minute recess before the prosecution calls their second witness.”
The crowd filters out of the courtroom, chatting.
You give a forced smile. “Let’s go get to Lotta.”
Franziska sneers.
“Yeah, she’s not the greatest witness,” you agree.
The prosecutor purses her lip, before leading you to the annoyance.
——————
Midway through Lotta’s testimony, you catch strange movements from the other side of the courtroom. The little girl standing next to Phoenix grows into a familiar, big boobed woman. Your eyebrows shoot up. You nudge Franziska, who’s too caught up in her apparent victory to notice much else. She glances at you, and you nod toward the defense’s bench.
Franziska turns, and her eyes glimmer with excitement when she finds out what you’re referring to. She bites the inside of her lip to suppress the grin threatening to burst out. She leans over to you.
“Excellent job,” the German praises. “It looks like we have the perfect example of a spirit channeling in this very courtroom. We have more concrete proof when presenting the second photo.”
The second photo is of Maya Fey channeling Mimi Miney and holding the murder weapon with blood splattered all over her outfit. The entire court has the first picture, which is of the spirit medium’s back.
Before you have a chance to respond to the prosecutor, your attention is pulled away by the judge denying the defense more testimony to cross-examine. In a flash, Franziska slashes him.
“It’s fine,” she states haughtily. “I’ll allow another testimony. A Von Karma’s case is perfect. The defense should leave here with no questions unanswered. That’s how airtight it is. I look forward to watching your arguments crumble, Mr. Phoenix Wright.”
The ace attorney looks dumbfounded at her rescue before Mia snaps him out of it. Franziska slides up to you again, continuing your conversation in a quiet voice.
“Who’s being channeled?” she asks.
“It’s Mia Fey, my old mentor,” you identify. “She’s stepped in a couple of times to help Phoenix with cases after her death. I don’t know who’s channeling her now, but the judge has never noticed.”
Franziska pauses to refute one of Phoenix’s claims. She returns to you, and you can’t help but notice how close the silver-haired woman is. Her shoulder brushes the inside of yours as she looks up with a smug smile. Your eyes crinkle back at her.
“The judge is a fool,” she retorts. “I’m thrilled to watch Mr. Phoenix Wright dig his own grave. We’ll present the photo after he finishes cross-examining.”
“So vindictive,” you chuckle. “That’s a good idea.”
Franziska speaks. “Even though we’re employing a different strategy, I’m still a Von Karma and a force to be reckoned with.”
“I don’t think you need the Von Karma name to be ruthless. That’s all you and your whip,” you counter.
She dons a soft smile. “Thank you. Many people compare me to my father. The fact you don’t is a breath of fresh air.”
“I’m just telling you the truth,” you state.
Phoenix gains the attention of the entire courtroom.
“Maybe the dead body doesn’t belong to Dr. Grey!” he suggests.
You pause, letting the words sink in.
“Did he say that?” you question.
Franziska shreds into him. “If the body inside that room was not that of Dr. Grey, then whose was it, Mr. Phoenix Wright?”
She readies her whip for another stupid argument, and the man doesn’t disappoint.
“Well, what if it was Maya Fey after the channeling? Or maybe—“ Phoenix offers.
Franziska whips him.
“Foolish fool spouting foolish nonsense. If that was the case, then Maya Fey is dead. That would make the defendant’s chair a lonely place, wouldn’t it?” she snarks.
“I don’t know if he’ll figure out the second photo at this rate,” you murmur.
The prosecuting prodigy purses her lips in a silent agreement. It takes a while and a little more goading and objections, but the man makes the leap in logic you are looking for.
“You took two photos!” Phoenix declares, pointing at Lotta Hart. “Where’s the other one?!”
Franziska cracks her whip, striking the blue-suited lawyer in the stomach. He grimaces, but he tanks the assault. Over the years, you’ve noticed the man’s physical constitution is insane. He can walk off most incidents. The other day, he got clobbered over the head with a fire extinguisher. He went through half of the trial with no memory and still secured a ‘Not Guilty’ verdict.
“It took you long enough to bring it up. The prosecution was waiting for you to finish your cross-examination before we presented it,” Franziska declares, before turning to the judge. “The prosecution would like to submit the second photo as evidence.”
Franziska hands the photo over to the court clerk to detail and copy.
“This—This isn’t Maya Fey at all! Ms. Von Karma, how do you explain this?” the judge cries.
Phoenix jumps in, “Exactly, Your Honor! Someone must have snuck in and traded places with Maya.”
Franziska's whip smacks him with a deafening crack.
“The prosecution has no need for the defenses’ foolish theories. They have yet to prove that there was a third party in the room. However, the prosecution knows why the defendant looks this way,” Franziska counters.
“That‘s certainly a feat, Ms. Von Karma. How do you explain this?” the judge prompts.
The young woman pulls on her whip in an unconscious manner.
“As I mentioned before, the Kurain channeling technique allows those who channel spirits to physically change their appearance to that of the deceased. Furthermore, the prosecution has a witness to prove it,” she responds.
“You have another witness?” the judge echoes, confused.
Franziska lets out a Cheshire Cat grin. She gestures to the defense with her signature flourish.
“The prosecution requests that Ms. Mia Fey takes the stand!” she demands.
Murmurs resound throughout the courtroom. The audience is taken by surprise. Phoenix’s eyes widen, and he snaps to his mentor. The former defense attorney has her lips pursed in a thin line.
“Order! Order! Order!” the judge commands. “What is the meaning of this, Ms. Von Karma? Mia Fey is dead.”
The young woman smirks. “Exactly, so why is she standing behind the defense’s desk right now?”
The judge turns and locks eyes with Mia who has regained her composure. His eyes widen in horror, but before the old man can say anything, the prosecuting prodigy cuts in.
“The only explanation for a dead woman’s sudden appearance is that someone from the Kurain village is channeling her. Ms. Fey’s attire also resembles the defendant’s, so they’re most likely related,” she states. “Are you willing to testify, Ms. Mia Fey?”
The former defense attorney straightens herself.
“Yes, I am,” she agrees.
“Perfect,” Franziska purrs with a deadly smirk.
“Mia!” Phoenix cries.
She puts a hand on his shoulder, whispering to him. The prosecutor allows them to converse, unbothered. The dead woman walks up to the witness stand, and Franziska starts her questioning.
“How are you here, Ms. Mia Fey?” she prompts.
Mia’s formal testimony begins.
“I’m currently being channeled by my niece, Pearl Fey. She’s using the Kurain spirit channeling technique. The ability has been passed through our family line for generations. One of the defining factors is that the medium’s appearance is altered to match the spirit’s physique when they were alive,” she confirms.
The woman beside you turns back to the judge.
“There you have it, Your Honor. The reason why Maya Fey looks like that in the photo is because of this specific spirit channeling technique,” Franziska concludes.
The judge hums, “This is almost unbelievable, but it’s right in front of my eyes. Considering this new information, it’s quite clear that the person in the photo is Maya Fey.”
“Objection!”
Everyone turns to the blue-suited defense attorney.
“The defense has the right to cross-examine the witness,” he says.
“Yes, that’s true. Carry on, Mr. Wright,” the older man agrees.
Phoenix gives a decisive nod, before pressing Mia.
“What’s your relationship with Pearl Fey?”
Mia explains, “She’s the daughter of Morgan Fey, my aunt. Pearls is a part of the branch family.”
“What do you mean by branch family--? “
“Objection!” Franziska cuts in. “That line of logic is irrelevant to the case. There’s no need to pursue that.”
“Objection!” Phoenix cries, slamming his desk. “Both Morgan and Pearl were at or near the scene of the crime! The defendant has a relationship with both of them. The defense argues that it’s important to examine all possibilities and circumstances when reviewing this case.”
“Mr. Wright makes a valid point. Continue with your line of questioning,” the judge permits.
The pretty prosecutor crosses her arms. She looks at the defense attorney in distaste, but doesn’t say anything. You pat her back in encouragement. She gives you a surprised look but doesn’t object to the affection.
Phoenix continues, “What is a branch family in this context?”
“The Fey branch family is not the first to inherit the title of the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique. In this case, it consists of Morgan and Pearl. In contrast, Maya is the last member of the main family and is set to inherit the title when she comes of age,” Mia answers.
You frown at that and lean down.
“Wouldn’t that give Morgan a motive for getting Maya out of the way?” you question.
She frowns, answering, “Yes, but it shouldn’t be relevant to the case.”
“But wasn’t Morgan alone for a while after the murder? She could’ve tampered with the crime scene,” you point out.
Franziska pauses.
“That’s true,” she replies slowly before countering. “It won’t matter though. Ms. Maya Fey is guilty.”
You raise an eyebrow. You aren’t so sure anymore. You glance at the defense’s bench, as Phoenix interrogates Mia.
The defense lawyer tends to be right about his client’s innocence. He makes himself more credible by refusing any cases where he believes the suspect is guilty. The strategy is detrimental to him, considering he’s under constant financial stress because of it. If Phoenix thinks Maya is innocent, then she probably is. You glance at Mia. You wouldn’t be surprised if she agreed to this in order to sow doubt in you. It’s a smart strategy. It’s clear you’re close to the prosecutor. Your eyes drift back to Franziska. Perhaps there’s another way for her to win. It would be unconventional but it would still be a personal victory.
You focus back on the conversation. Phoenix has already moved on.
“Who would inherit the title if the main family couldn’t?” Phoenix asks.
You notice Franziska narrowing her eyes, seeing a place to object but doesn’t. It looks like she also wants confirmation.
“It would be passed onto Pearl Fey,” Mia replies.
Phoenix blinks. “Why wouldn’t it be Morgan?”
Franziska comes in with her whip blazing.
“Foolish defense attorney who doesn’t know foolishly simple information. Ms. Morgan Fey is the sister of the former master. She had her chance to become the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique but didn’t. Therefore, her daughter would inherit the title,” she answers with an annoyed look.
Phoenix pulls a face and you can practically hear his internal snark. He moves on.
“You mentioned that the technique has been passed down for centuries. How is it decided who gets the master title?” Phoenix presses.
“Objection! The method of how one gains it is irrelevant! It does not prove the defendant’s innocence,” Franziska argues.
“Objection sustained,” the judge agrees.
Franziska looks pleased, and the other attorney purses his lips.
“Are there any other defining features to the technique?” he presses.
“Yes, the medium doesn’t dream and is knocked completely unconscious during the channeling,” Mia adds.
“Hold it!” Phoenix stops. “My client stated that she had a dream while channeling.”
Franziska shields you from her whip, before slamming it against the defense attorney.
“Foolish fool presenting foolish, unsubstantiated proof! Not only is that circumstantial evidence, but Maya Fey hasn’t given a testimony,” the prosecutor corrects.
You watch Phoenix grit his teeth and glance at the judge. He’s cornered. Franziska catches on, and a razor-sharp grin appears on her face.
The judge speaks up, “It looks like you’ve cross-examined the witness enough, Mr. Wright. There is no further line of questioning that can be added. With that, I believe it’s fairly certain that the person in the picture is the defendant, Maya Fey.”
Phoenix is scrambling to find something to delay the verdict. Franziska steps forward to lean against the desk, waving her index finger one last time.
“Looks like you’ve done your best, Mr. Phoenix Wright. However, it wasn’t enough to get your client off the hook. It’s been fun playing with you,” she taunts with a devious smirk. “Your Honor, feel free to pass the verdict.”
“Very well, this court finds the defendant, Maya Fey—“
“Objection!!”
All eyes turn to the witness stand.
“Yes, Ms. Fey?” the judge asks, confused.
“May I see the second photo again?” Mia requests. “I believe I saw a contradiction.”
“Oh? It wouldn’t hurt to check. Bailiff, please bring Ms. Fey the photo,” the judge orders, before turning to the former defense attorney. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t waste our time. I hope you have substantial proof.”
Mia takes the picture, examining it.
“Your Honor, there’s no bullet hole in the robe sleeve,” she says.
Phoenix’s mouth drops as Franziska stiffens. She grabs her shoulders and stumbles into you. You snatch her waist to steady her. The crowd erupts into conversation.
“Silence!” the judge bangs his gavel. “What does this mean?”
Phoenix is the first to recover.
“It means that the person in the photo is not Maya Fey!” he states.
“Objection!” Franziska shouts, leaning forward in your hold. “Ms. Lotta Hart said that there were only two people in the room when she took the photo! If that’s the case, then where did the defendant go and who is this person?”
Phoenix takes a confident pause.
“I don’t know,” he replies with an even tone, before he tilts his head downward, sending a narrowed-eyed smirk.
Franziska’s eyes widen. Her back becomes ramrod straight. She knows he’s challenging her.
“But she did escape because I have this!” Phoenix cries, pulling something out from his pocket.
He holds up an antique key with a muted green gem in the middle.
“This is a one-of-a-kind key to the channeling chamber! Maya locked the door from the inside when she started the channeling job. However, upon her arrest, she didn’t have it on her. The defense proposes that someone took it off her between the murder and her arrest, since I have it,” Phoenix presents.
Franziska goes to scream an enraged objection, but you yank her back. The wind is knocked out of her, as she’s pulled into your chest. You move your arms to brace her against you.
“The only thing he can do is draw out the trial and extend it to tomorrow,” you hiss into her ear. “You haven’t lost yet. Would you rather throw a tantrum here or be smug about the fact you’ll win tomorrow?”
Franziska is silent and stiff. After a moment, she relaxes.
“Isn’t it much better to insult Phoenix this way?” you question with a grin.
“Yes, I suppose,” she acquiesces.
The two of you listen to the judge before he dismisses the court. Franziska puts on a cocky smirk, addressing the defense. She presses herself against you to ground herself.
“Well played, Mr. Phoenix Wright,” she praises. “However, the only thing you’ve done is delay the inevitable. It will be more exciting to watch your defense fall apart after scrambling for more proof. I look forward to our fight tomorrow.”
Phoenix stares at her with narrowed eyes. His eyes flicker to you for a moment before landing back on the prosecutor.
“You know, Edgeworth lost it every time I extended the trial because he lost. I expected you to do the same,” he comments.
Franziska scoffs, “Please, I’m a much better prosecutor than my little brother. He still has much to learn, including keeping his emotions in check.”
Phoenix tries to hold back an amused snort and pointedly ignores you.
“I agree it was a fierce battle today, Prosecutor Von Karma. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”
Your partner nods, as you watch him pack up. You give Franziska one last squeeze before stepping away.
“We should head out too. I was thinking we should travel to Kurain Village to investigate ourselves,” you suggest.
She gives a pompous look and agrees, “I’m sure we can do a much better job than Scruffy.”
You giggle in agreement.
(How was it? I liked it, but tell me your comments!)
Can I get ace attorney prosecutors and an S/O who likes to sing even though it sounds bad?
Thank you!
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ACE ATTORNEY. out of tune
summary ; you love to sing, but you aren’t so great at it
characters included ; miles edgeworth, franziska von karma, godot (diego armando), klavier gavin, & simon blackquill
tags ; gender neutral reader, fluff
author’s note ; absolutely! this is a cute idea— and I’ve been waiting for an excuse to write some ace attorney, so thank you anon! :))
— MILES EDGEWORTH
— Despite how he is in court, Edgeworth isn’t as cold and ruthless in a relationship as you’d might think. If you weren’t that amazing at singing, but you loved to do it, he wouldn’t stop you. You being happy is his top priority. If you sing a little out of time, so be it.
— Miles isn’t that great at singing himself, but he can play an instrument. He’d offer to play along with your singing, and if you really wanted him to, he’d sing along with you. He knows you’re both out of tune, but seeing you smile as you sing your heart out is enough for him to think that it doesn’t matter whether or not you’re both musically talented or not.
— If anyone ever tried to tell you that you couldn’t sing because you were bad at it, he would refute it in a heartbeat. He’s protective of you, and the last thing he wants is for someone to make an uncalled for comment and crush your passion.
— If you ever wanted to take singing lessons, he’d make sure it isn’t from a place of insecurity or upset. If it isn’t, he fully supports you. But he doesn’t think you need to take them if you don’t absolutely desire to. He adores you. Out of tune singing and all.
— FRANZISKA VON KARMA
— Franziska has more trouble with expressing her honest thoughts in a delicate way. Growing up with Manfred von Karma as a father definitely didn’t help her much in that area either. Being in a relationship is very much a learning experience for her as she learns to be more vulnerable and comfortable expressing her emotions without striving for perfection.
— Given that, when you first start singing around her, she automatically defaults to her mindset revolving around perfection. She tells it to you straight that you’re completely out of tune with the song and that you should probably take classes or do some vocal training.
— Once she realizes how rude she sounds, and how much she probably hurt you with her inconsiderate attitude, she profusely apologizes the best that she can manage. She’s still trying to get out of the mindset she was raised in.
— She tells you then, with all compassion and love, that as long as you’re happy, you’re free to sing your heart out. Perfection isn’t defined by talent or achievements. It’s what you make of it. She’s definitely a hit standoffish about being so vulnerable, but she tells you that maybe she likes the way you sing as is. That maybe changing that would be a shame.
— She definitely refuses to join you in singing, but occasionally, you can catch her humming along with whatever tune you’ve decided on singing on any given day. However, if you call her out on it, she will vehemently deny it.
— If anyone tells you that you can’t sing, or dares call your habit annoying, they’ll face Franziska’s whip of wrath and a string of curses from her. After she becomes used to your singing, she’ll become fiery and defensive when anyone dares try to tear you down.
— Because yes, your singing may not be great, but it’s you. And in Franziska’s eyes, you’re the definition of perfect.
— DIEGO ARMANDO (GODOT)
— Godot is a smooth talker, but he’s also honest. He’s been through a lot though, so his nature makes sense. When he hears you sing for the first time, he essentially lets you down easy, telling you upfront that you’re singing out of tune with the song you’d been listening to.
— Seeing your reaction definitely makes him feel bad, but he assures you that it’s not a bad thing if you don’t get it right the first time. He tells you that it’s nothing to be insecure about— everyone has to start somewhere, right?
— He offers to take you to classes, even take the classes with you. With every step of progress you make, he praises you. However, even if your singing doesn’t improve by a lot, he still compliments you because he knows you’re passionate and trying your best. Hearing you sing your heart out and seeing the complete shift in demeanor when you do so makes his heart flutter in ways it hadn’t in a long time.
— He ultimately decides that it doesn’t matter whether or not you can sing. All that matters is that you’re happy with what you’re doing. Seeing the light in your eyes— how lively you are when you’re in your head singing a song— that’s what matters. His life has been filled with a lot of tragedy and darkness and your passion with singing is a light for him. If anyone were to dare comment on it, he’d shut them down immediately. It isn’t about skill level. It’s about how you feel. And that’s what he truly cares about.
— KLAVIER GAVIN
— Klavier may be a flirt and just a tad bit cocky, but that doesn’t mean he’s at all mean. Hearing you sing and knowing that you have a passion for music makes him excited. He absolutely loves that you share a passion for lyrics as he does— and he feels especially starstruck when you sing songs from his band. He’ll play guitar when you sing any day of the week— he adores that you both share that love for music.
— If anything, he’d help you improve your singing probably more unintentionally. He’d help you listen for the notes and adjust your voice to the music. He’d become your singing instructor, but has no ill intents while doing so. Even if your voice is out of tune, he thinks it’s beautiful because you put everything into every note you sing.
— Whether you improve at singing or not, Klavier adores your voice. When he’s having a particularly rough day, he’ll ask you to sing to him. It makes him happy, and seeing your content expression when you sing is something he loves. Whenever you sing, if he doesn’t feel like playing guitar, he joins in with his own voice as well.
— No matter what anyone says, band mates, fans, friends— he’ll never let them tear you down. He wants you to be confident and he wants you to keep a tight grip on your mutual love of singing. When people try telling you otherwise, he’s quick to tell them that it was fine since you were singing for yourself and you were singing for him. You didn’t need to please anyone else and he made sure people knew that.
— If you do get insecure, however, he’ll be right by your side and will tell you that it doesn’t matter if you get the note right. It doesn’t matter if you’re in tune or on beat. What matters is that you’re happy, and that you don’t change to please anyone else but yourself. He assures you that no matter what happens, he’d pick you as his duet partner over anyone else in the world. And that your voice is his favorite.
— SIMON BLACKQUILL
— Simon is definitely the deep and brooding type but deep down, he’s someone who loves learning and is a little bit of a dork. He has his own passions and you support his, so he will go out of his way to support yours.
— Before he even hears you sing, he’ll offer to take you to any classes, karaoke bars, concerts— anything if it means making you happy. His opinion doesn’t change when he does hear you sing. He doesn’t care if it’s out of tune because he knows you’re having fun and that’s all that he wants.
— He usually quiet when you’re together, so your voice is a welcome sound when you two are spending time together. Even if it’s bad, he loves it because it’s so authentically you. Every missed note, lyric or beat just makes it you and that’s what he likes. Sometimes he’ll hum along with you, but if you convince him, he’ll sing along with you as well.
— He doesn’t have the best voice either, but he’d sing with you any day since it makes you happy to see him participate in something you enjoy. Hearing your voices mix together, even if they clash— even if they’re out of tune— is something that Simon loves. He thinks it’s a good representation of your relationship. A little messy, but still harmonic and in tune with one another in a way that only you both understand. And hey— even Taka will chirp along with you both!
— People don’t dare comment on your singing with Simon around. His demeanor is enough to scare people off, but even if someone attempted, he’d shut them down immediately before they get a chance to finish their thought. He tells them that it’s not their business or place to comment on how you sing, and that he loves your voice. He loves you, and he won’t let anyone try to tear you away from your passion.
Hi, can I have franziska von karma with an detective s/o
mhm! sorry for the long wait- hoping to get back on my rhythm soon :)
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franziska von karma
Franziska actually really enjoys working with her partner because it feels like a huge weight off of her shoulders. She trusts you fully and knows that you won’t make silly mistakes like ahem some detectives would.
You’re 100% her detective on call for all of her cases. No one has a problem with this. No one. The other detectives are all super terrified of her so they have absolutely no problem with you working all of her cases.
Plus you’re most likely to be able to give her bad news and make it out alive. So that’s a win, right?
Values your theories, ideas, etc. Even if it is a really outlandish theory she is willing to hear it out because she values any and all perspectives that you may provide. It can shift her views of the scene or provide her with a new explanation that she wouldn’t have previously thought of.
She also comes to you to talk through ideas a lot or get a second opinion. Well, she won’t straight up as for advice because her pride won’t let her admit that. But she’ll more or less come up to you and force you to listen to her ideas.
And if you provide a counter argument or say something she didn’t think of, she’ll huff and act like she had thought of that already. Again- it’s her pride and the von Karma in her. She doesn’t mean to be full of herself but it’s just the way she was raised.
She does appreciate all of your input, even if she rarely admits it! There have been several times where you’ve helped her prepare for court by helping her work through all counters that the defense could possibly present, and successfully strengthen her argument.
She always makes sure to thank you with a nice dinner after the trial has been won. Always. She never misses taking you out on a dinner date in celebration.
Lots of late nights working. She tends to fall asleep at her desk often and wakes up with a cup of coffee in front of her and your jacket wrapped around her shoulders. It’s comforting to her, she can’t deny.
Please make her take breaks. She literally won’t otherwise. Her whole family is workaholics so what can you expect? There have been times where she’s avoided sleeping for days in order to prepare for a case.
But maybe (and by maybe I mean definitely) if you coax her to the couch with cuddles she will take a step back from work. Just for a moment.
She’ll most likely pass out in your arms within seconds.
THIS IS AN IDEA I HAD AND I GOT HELP FROM MY FRIENDS! I REALLY APPRECIATE THEM SUPPORTING MY CHAOTIC IDEAS.
Anyway, everything about the supposed “game” is described below. I just really needed to explain. So if you don’t want “spoilers” keep scrolling. <3
Okay! So this started as a joke cause I was talking on discord to my friends and I said “I really wish there was an AA dating simulator cause Franziska makes me very gay and I would 100% date her.”
And I think someone said like “make one” or something. So I said “Yea I’m gonna make one”
Now here’s the thing
I have no way of making this an actual visual novel (hopefully i will soon). The only thing I have is an art tablet, and art skills I guess.
But, luckily, I am very good at google slides. So, that is where is friend-exclusive prototype started.
The original 4 datable people were
Phoenix
Miles
Larry
Franziska
But I didn’t think Larry would fit so my friend told me to add Maya instead. And basically. It’d be an x Reader type dating sim.
But since my brain does not know where to stop, it decided. “What if you added another story where you play as ___?” and so. the final (not exactly final but) idea was born
So. Basically.
If you chose to date Phoenix you could play as yourself (reader) or as Miles (Edgeworth)
and same goes for Miles but opposite.
And if you chose to date Franziska you could play yourself or play as Maya.
and once again, it's vice versa.
but for the actual "game" if it is ever made ofc. you need to unlock characters.
but it wouldn't be an x reader. you'd play as the characters listed above.
the unlock order is
Phoenix (already unlocked)
Maya (unlocked when you finish Phoenix)
Franziska (unlocked when you finish Maya)
Edgeworth (unlocked after you finish Fran)
I know it’s a weird order but I thought that’d make the most sense. And you might be thinking; “Why is it only Franmaya and Wrightworth?”
Well. Making a game is out of my comfort zone and I wanted to have something be familiar. Also I am not trying to please anyone. This is just a fun idea I had.
And that is really it. Like I said this is just an idea. I really think it’d be super fun to make it an actual game and put it on itch.io but alas, I don’t have the skills to do so.
franziska von karma, one of the best and scariest prosecutors this country had to offer, was burying her face into your chest, hiding during her moment of weakness. everyone knew her as powerful and strong, but this side of her was something only you knew.
“don't let anyone see me like this…” franziska mumbled, looking up at you with flushed cheeks.
“can't have people know that even franziska von karma gets sick or has a bad day~?” you teased, only for franziska to glare at you, causing you to laugh. “fine, i won't say a word.”
