Can i request up for a Miles Edgeworth and Franziska Von Karma with a younger sibling!reader who's also clever as them however reader doesn't use their 100% braincells most of the time unless it's necessary?
If that's a bit difficult to write for, it's alright! You can do just a Younger Sibling!Reader general headcanons if you like
Oooooo I love writing silly little guys don’t you even worry. I may have self projected a tad bit on the reader because <3 me too <3 also I hope I interpreted this right? sorry if not! I focused a lot on how this affects sorta your relationship with them, so sorry if it’s short </3
Warning: slight angst, mentions of family tension, etc etc.
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Considering you aren’t always on your A-game, people like to chat about and talk about you due to your well renowned family- and they don’t always say the nicest of things, unfortunately.
Miles, at all points in time, looks to defend you against peoples (very incorrect) idea that you got the short end of the stick when it comes to cleverness. In his own words, “You aren’t stupid, you’re just too intelligent to waste intellectual energy on any and all meaningless meandering.” It’s his nice way of referring to you as low-energy.
Franziska is a special sort. She will always look to challenge you and your deductions on any sort of case, looking to exploit your low energy to prove a point. While she doesn’t do it out of true malice, it can sometimes feel kinda bad too. Franziska considers herself cut from a very different cloth- she herself is unable to pick her battles, and instead feels she must pick them all. It doesn’t always work out for her in the long run.
That being said, it must be noted that Franziska doesn’t dislike you in any sort of way- quite the opposite. She has a bit of tunnel vision on how people should be in a court of law, and she worries others will exploit your low energy like she does in your meaningless little squabbling back at forth. In a way, it’s her way of challenging you to try and teach you. Unlike Miles, I don’t she quite understands that you’re picking your battles on purpose to conserve energy. She’s being supportive in the way she knows how, but it doesn’t always land. It can just feel like a mean big sister taking jabs at you sometimes, and it doesn’t even always help “improve” your critical thinking or anything- sometimes it just wounds your ego.
Miles, while worrying for you, always has faith in your ability. during the trials you were his aid in court, he willingly swats away the defenses attempts at dissecting your every word to catch you in an inconsistency so that you can focus and get to the major point. Miles always has faith due to what he calls your “gotcha” moment- the final and usually fatal blow you make to a defense’s argument that is iron clad. Miles revels in the discomfort of the defense and the court as they are completely unable to argue against your final claims, as he feels it must be something that heals your spirit after what the ignorant public say about you. He’s fine with taking the risk of you leading yourself to your main point- he’s taken much worse risks than letting you build your case as you speak. He even finds it a little fun- it’s suspenseful watching you go from the seemingly ditzy court aid to a big dog in the ring as the trial goes on.
Franziska on the other hand doesn’t quite like to risk it. She’s a very “I don’t need help, I never need help” type, so she doesn’t usually have an aid in court anyway. But in the rare cases that she takes your help, she still expects to do most of the “heavy lifting” per se. It isn’t that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she absolutely does not trust the defense to not exploit you into accidentally destroying the case you and her spent so long working on. Franziska doesn’t like to take risks, it stresses her out. she worries about you possibly never reaching a final major conclusion in court and accidentally making a fool of yourself.
While Miles heavily believes in your ability and treats you as an equal to him, You’re still the baby sibling in Franziska‘a heart- and her need to be overprotective of you never quite faded away. It causes family tension, most certainly, but things are always tense around here it feels like…
At the end of the day, Miles is a more understanding figure, as he has a bit of a need for understand things from the inside out before making his mind about them emotionally. Despite his cold nature, Miles understands your low energy and even has a limit of his own when it comes to energy towards certain scenarios. He understands you aren’t a candle that can be lit at both ends without major consequences, and he doesn’t see the issue with that. Despite it all, he’s aware you know what’s best for yourself- and knows that you wouldn’t allow yourself or anyone to be caught up in a situation that can be easily dismantled so long as you put your energy towards it. He will always be in your corner, and will always be ready to scold the cruel press for their awful interpretation of you.
Franziska is a more complicated sort, with a need for guaranteed consistency and absolutely no room for doubt. Franziska worries more than she’ll ever let in, she’s nearly riddled with anxiety if things aren’t in their perfect place- which is why she finds your demeanor so stress-inducing as she worries she can never properly count on it catching you or her if either of you tumble in court. It isn’t healthy, and she absolutely should believe in you more, but the anxiety eats her up inside. Even when she needs you most and you’re able to keep her case grounded in court when she can’t, the crippling anxiety she feels causes her to unfortunately be dismissive of it- which is absolutely painful. She doesn’t give your grand showings of your intellect the credit they deserve when she absolutely should, still too worried about the mistakes you may make rather than the victories. She couldn’t handle the possibility of you getting hurt to a point you give up your aspirations within the court of law due to a simple mistake in your judgement. so she looks to shield you at any point in time- despite it ultimately causing a rift and a feeling that she thinks you’re unable to handle yourself.
Ultimately speaking, Franziska needs therapy- and needs to take a page out of your book. She has this idea she needs to create and be perfection, but it isn’t humanly possible, and shouldn’t be expected of her or you. She’s due for some development, and due to give you an apology for how she’s treated you due to her own anxiety. She’s been burning the candle at both ends herself, always putting 110% she didn’t have into all she does. Franziska loves you, but her skewed view on how things should be are what cause her hurtful behaviors towards you. she doesn’t want to hurt you, she aches at the idea- she just is hard on you as others were on her because she doesn’t want you hurting like she did growing up. Be patient, she’ll soon come to realize you don’t need to be “fixed” and that you’re doing what’s best for you. expect a lot of tears when she does.
Miles isn’t perfect either by any means, but in terms of conserving energy he can relate to your antics. He’s always been the lower energy type, mainly because he doesn’t like to overexert himself (it’s a fate worse than death in his opinion, he HATES being unable to compete a task due to lack of energy). Chances are you likely inherited it from him unknowingly, simply following the mannerisms of your big brother. Miles often tells you to not fret on Franziska’s criticism on you, as it’s criticism she’s given him too. He’s always looking to be a supportive figure for you, as he shares that same need to protect you like Franziska- especially after all that he’s lost. He’s not looking to lose you either.
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𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞
miles edgeworth x GN! reader
word count: 456
a/n: a small drabble i came up with. just wanted to get my blog started with some good ol angst! lmk if y’all want a part two. based off the song Alive by Pearl Jam! I love writing based off of titles and lyrics.
warnings: angst, mention of death/implied suicide, lowkey some fluff, idk let me know if i should tag anything else, contains spoilers for Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
There was a morning when you awoke to a cold side of the bed, where all you could hear is the silent breeze of the morning winter wind from the window being slightly cracked open.
It just the way Miles liked it. He hated when he’d sweat at night, and no matter how much he hated initiating cuddling - you two always ended up in each other’s arms. It was warm enough.
“Miles?” you croaked, still half asleep despite his blaring alarm that would go off each morning.
The flat was always tidy, it practically looked like a showcase home - but it wasn’t liminal. Little trinkets of his would line the shelves and there would occasionally be a little clutter of an assortment of items on a nearby table that he never bothered to move.
Beside it lay something new, next to his pile of receipts, pens, and a small Steel Samurai keychain he’d had since he was a boy. The paper was folded like a card, sitting neatly on the table, a pen left uncapped right next to it.
Miles Edgeworth chooses death.
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It had now been two years, nine months, and 12 days since his death, you didn’t take it very well, assuming that the final push must have been what all happened during his childhood and since Phoenix came along, his win streak, what mattered to him most, had been tarnished.
The media was all over the mysterious letter, the second being left in his office. You were glad you were kept mostly hidden from the public eye.
You kept the same flat, never touched any of his belongings - still believing this was all just some misunderstanding, that he was out there somewhere. It never went anywhere, with each passing day growing more dreary.
Two years, nine months, and twelve days since his death soon came to an end.
There was always a certain way Miles knocked on doors, two knocks, two quick knocks and finally two more. It was a little quirk about him, even to the point where you had picked up the habit. The door rattled and opened before you could even retaliate.
There he stood, suitcase next to him before he dropped to his knees and opened his arms for you.
You could have sworn this wasn’t real - pulling away from his hug just to see, and he gave you a sorrowful look before you sniffled and went back into his embrace.
There wasn’t any time for words, and nothing could express the longing, the pain, all of it coming back to the both of you at once, before he stood up, and held you to his chest, finally breaking the silence.
“I’m still alive.”
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*SLIDES INTO YOUR ASKBOX*
Hey, may i request for Herlock Sholmes x Reader where like how would Herlock confessing his love to reader headcanons? 👀
*as you slide into my dms I catch you in a little box, then moving you to a little terrarium* ah yes, my new specimen. enjoy your new home anon.
Headcanon format my beloved, you conserve so much energy <3 reader’s gender isn’t clarified so slay what you wanna slay and go cray. I focused a lot on his internal though process in this so I feel like I didn’t write him silly enough (a crime) I hope you will forgive me anon
The feelings, and eventual confession of Herlock Sholmes
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Despite his incredible mind, it takes an embarrassing amount of time for our beloved Sholmes to understand his actual feelings.
It’s not that he’s never been attracted to anyone, it’s more or less that he’s never felt anything too much deeper than general attraction- nothing ever too special.
But when he finds himself able to actually trust you enough to occasionally tell you what’s going on in his head, that’s when he becomes a bit alarmed.
It’s not as if he’s panicked or afraid or anything, it’s just that there’s a large portion of time that he was just… unsure. was it attraction? was it just a little phase of his? did he value you as a true friend, or was he wanting more?
It took him some time to figure out, “testing” his own emotions on the littlest of interactions to see what got a reaction out of himself.
Whenever you laughed at his ridiculous antics, he noted how he’d often want to pause to laugh along with you- he found the sound of your happiness so infectious. Or when he’d give you little pieces of information on cases he was working on, how you’d lean close listening eagerly- he noted his deeper desires begging for him to pull you closer.
He noted how he valued your thoughts and praise on his work more than anyone else across the world. he noted how he felt his blood rush when you told him how lucky someone would be to have him as their own- completely unaware that he wanted you to be that someone.
Though, he wasn’t unaware for long. Watching his own mannerisms and noting his own reactions to things he felt would be normal in a friendship brought him to the conclusion that he most certainly had deeper feelings for you.
He didn’t exactly like this conclusion.
It’s not that he didn’t like you, that was clearly the opposite of the issue. It was that he wasn’t exactly willing to ruin a current friendship with his (in his opinion) useless and (what he believed to be) unrequited feelings. As a busy man, he felt he would simply make things more difficult for himself if he even took the time to woo you.
So he didn’t. He absolutely wanted to, the dreamy fantasy of taking you somewhere nice and enjoying nothing more than indulging in your presence nearly plagued him.
So much so, he became fairly frustrated with himself. No matter how much work he put in front of himself, there you still were, taking up a good bit of his thoughts.
And with time, it only got worse.
He could hardly focus any more, others took note of it and even Iris herself seemed confused at the slight change in his demeanor.
So he decided the next course of action was to stop it. How so? confessing.
He wasn’t… exactly looking forward to it.
Sholmes is by no means a man with no confidence, however he was thoroughly convinced these were unrequited feelings. he swore to himself this was fact, that it was one of his great deductions he had made…
But nonetheless, he prepared to inform you that he was in love with you attracted to you.
He didn’t plan anything overly romantic, there were no rose petals or candles lit or anything like that. He asked if you cared to accompany him for lunch, to which you agreed.
You had visited a little restaurant for lunch, the two of you chatting about the most recent case of his (complete with him sharing details he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t bear the idea of leaving you too curious).
He’d ramble to you about the little details, telling you his more outlandish theories (some he made up on the spot- just to see you laugh) before getting to his more serious ones. When you told your own little theories, he almost felt guilty for how closely he listened- and when you gave your praise to his own work… he felt even worse about how much he enjoyed it. You truly held a monopoly on his mind… or so he felt.
After that, the two of you walked along the streets of London, avoiding the most populated ones as to not get bombarded with people too curious about Herlock himself.
The two of you ended up at a quiet little pier, looking out over the water. in the distance, you could see the bustling city with its countless carriages and crowds, below you occasionally could see little fish and the waves. Despite Herlock’s desire to not go all out (he didn’t want to pressure you into pretending you had the same feelings for him), he somehow ended up bringing you somewhere slightly romantic. Damn.
As you leaned against the rail and looked at the view before you, Herlock’s demeanor slightly… changed.
“[Y/N], I fear there’s something I may have been fairly… evasive about, regarding you.”
While he was still our beloved Sholmes, it was as if he was purposely trying to keep up his usual act while attempting to show he was serious. For you, it worked.
Upon questioning what he meant, he turned from your gaze a bit, and took a deep breath.
“Well, I suppose you could say I find you attractive- Though, that’s not quite it. You’re someone I’ve found myself very fond of, and I seem to place you above most others. The best way to describe my current predicament is that… I have feelings for you more complicated than I’ve had for anyone else.”
Assuming you reacted how anyone would to such sudden bluntness with surprise and accidental silence, only then would he glance at you from the side, watching you process what he’s said. He tries to hide it, but he’s clearly desperate for any sort of answer- even though he thinks he already knows what you’ll say next.
Assuming you confess your own feelings back to him, his immediate response would be a nearly scripted response of his own.
“As expected, I knew you were unlikely to feel the same way but I felt it was imperative- I- sorry, I beg your pardon?”
The worlds greatest detective absolutely did not consider the possibility of his deductions being incorrect. He turned his head to look at you, a foreign look of surprise and pure confusion on his face.
Upon hearing you repeat yourself, he blinks a few times before turning back forward- you can almost hear the gears turning in his head. He’s silent as he’s processing your words, not entirely sure if he believes them.
You’d likely have to continue the conversation from there, as he’s lost in his own thought and desperately needs to be tugged back out of his own head. If you were to suggest a date, or any sort of pursuing any relationship with him, he would grow almost flustered.
He never planned you to feel the same way, much less desire a relationship with him. he is disastrously underprepared for such a thing.
But invigorated with the frazzled feeling of his feelings being requited after all, he’d be ready to make it all up on the spot for you as if that was what he expected all along. Not that he has you fooled, of course.
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