#gavinners necklace around her arm

[just-posting-kalone]

Athena Cykes!!

#ace attorney #athena cykes #at first it was supposed to be casual athena but I remembered that I cannot draw anything other than shirts so... #finally not a doodle #there were meant to be more cute accessories from other characters but I couldn't think of a nice way of showing them here #the colors of the pants are a not-so-subtle reference to simon! #gavinners necklace around her arm #also a homemade bracelet from juniper! #I don't really know tumblr etiquette and I'm kinda scared to actually respond to people lol #but big thanks for reblogging guys!! #the tags people leave on my other art make me smile a lot #apollo justice #apollo justice ace attorney #apollo justice trilogy

[write-like-wright]

Your First Kiss With Them: Defense Attorneys Edition

Part two of this request

Phoenix Wright

Your first kiss happens so casually it takes you a while to even realise it happened.

Nick asks you to come to the Zoo with him and Trucy, finally deciding to introduce you to his daughter. You're terrified but agree, hoping the girl will like you.

It turns out you were worried for no reason - Trucy is the easiest kid in the world to get along with. She takes to you immediately, asking you question after question while dragging you from exhibit to exhibit. Phoenix is thrilled with the outcome.

You offer to treat everyone to some ice cream and go to the nearest cart. When you come back Phoenix thanks you profusely, takes two ice cream cones out of your hands and gives you a quick little kiss so nonchalantly you barely even register it.

You laugh about it later once Trucy is safely tucked in her bed. Nick apologises and teasingly offers you a mulligan, which you gladly accept.

Mia Fey

You walk her to the train station one day.

Mia decides to visit the Kurain village over the weekend after her Friday trial got postponed. You were meant to go on a date later that evening but she rarely ever gets the opportunity to spend a day or two with her sister and cousin nowadays and you couldn't find it in yourself to be upset when she asked you to reschedule.

You offer to take her to the station and she eagerly accepts, laughing about the idea of having a "mini station" date. That's exactly what it is in the end - you arrive long before the train and end up getting some coffee from the vending machine and chatting on the bench.

Once you finally see the train drawing near, you get up and say your goodbyes, opening your arms for a hug. She laughs and pulls you in for a kiss instead, leaving you flustered as she waves at you through the window.

Apollo Justice

Trucy and you drag him to a Gavinners concert one day. Poor Apollo wants to die, but he can't say no to either one of you. Besides, it's only marginally better than spending another afternoon polishing the toilet at the Wright Anything Agency during a dry spell.

He's huffing and puffing all the while, the vein on his large forehead pulsating while Trucy and you dance the night away. You know he's pretending not to like the music - you've seen his Spotify playlist after all. As it happens, Klavier got you some of the best tickets the venue offered and you happen to be eerily close to the stage. Apollo would rather die than let his rival/not rival see him rocking out to the Gavinners.

"Come on, Polly! Are you going to be this grumpy all night long?" You ask, taking his face in your hands. He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't think with all this noise." You laugh. How dramatic. "You're meant to have fun, not think! Come here." Somehow you get him to dance to the end of a song with you and you're so happy to see him in good spirits you just lean forward and press your lips to his.

"Ach, Herr Forehead! Even you can't resist the heartwrenching tune of my ballads, ja?" A voice comes from the stage and Apollo freezes momentarily, blood draining from his face when he pulls away. He leaves the venue immediately after, Klavier laughing on the stage and Trucy and you chasing after him through the crowd.

Athena Cykes

Happens during a date. She takes you out to do something involved, like laser tag or or paintball. You spend hours running around, shooting at the foes together, laughing and perhaps getting a bit too into it. The kids present fear you.

You return your equipment after the session, Athena clapping her hands together. "Wasn't that so much fun?! And what a great exercise too!" Perhaps exausting would be a better word, you think breathlessly. "What now? Wanna grab a bite?"

"NOW YOU KISS ME!" Widget exclaims, momentarily turning red then yellow immediately after. You raise your eyebrow at Athena, who presently looks like she wants the ground to swallow her. "Your necklace wants a kiss?"

"W-Well, not quite."

"No?"

"No, I do."

You laugh, bridging the gap between you.

Kristoph Gavin

Kris takes you to his favourite high end restaurant, dressed in his finest suit, smelling of expensive perfume.

It's a perfectly pleasant evening and he makes small talk, lets you lead the conversation while he smiles sweetly.

He spends a lot of the time looking at the piano player, but you brush it off. After all, the man is so bad it's difficult not to stare.

"May I kiss you?" He asks, just after your desserts arrive. You're caught off guard momentarily, but agree. His kiss is short and sweet, tasting of grape juice.

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

Happens immediately after his murder trial.

You're worried sick, waiting outside the courtroom. His predicament is difficult but Kazuma is there to take care of him which helps settle your nerves. As long as Ryu doesn't do something stupid, all should end well.

They exit the courtroom after what feels like hours and you immediately notice the wide, awkward smile on Ryunosuke's face and the pleased expression on Kazuma's.

"You're free?!" You run up to him, clasping your hands together. "Y-Yeah, I am." You grab him by the uniform and pull him into your arms, kissing him without reserve in your moment of joy. Kazuma laughs and Ryunosuke is wide eyed and stunned, a blush creeping up his face.

You thank Kazuma, pulling him in for a hug. "Don't thank me," he laughs, "My partner here handled his own defense."

"You did WHAT?!" You hiss, smacking his arm. "Ryu, you're so irresponsible sometimes. Wait, you defended yourself and won?"

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #mia fey #apollo justice #athena cykes #kristoph gavin #ryunosuke naruhodo #headcanons #x reader #godot is in the first post bye #is that everyone tagged #poor apollo #call me klavier gavin cause i live to bully apollo justice

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

Klavier releases a new single and part of it features Taka's screeches as part of the song, Apollo thinks it's weird but it's hailed as artistic and avant garde.

Hey did you remember this ask from a month ago because I did and here’s the payoff.

“No.”

“It would be hilarious.”

“No.”

“You let Fräulein Cykes talk you into making him an Instagram.”

“That is different.”

“And a Twitter.”

“That is also–”

“Just say that you like her more than me, ja? I won’t be offended.”

“You should already know that I like her more than I like you.”

“I should have expected that.”

“Do you not have work to be doing, Gavin-dono?”

“I do not. I have nothing better to do than bother you. I imagine the Fräulein would quite enjoy some photos of our dear Herr Birdie in a recording studio for his insta, ja?”

“You are not going to ask her–”

“It is far too late; I texted her ten minutes ago.”

“You are an absurdity of the likes of which I have only ever seen on a witness stand or the defense’s bench. What compels you to be as you are?”

“In general, or specifically why I want my next single to feature Herr Taka?”

“Yes.”

“There are too many music critics with heads so far up their own asses that they can taste the prohibitively expensive wine which they drank with lunch, whose superiority complexes have bid them to dismiss every song I have ever written simply because teenage girls like me, and I want them to be crushed under the weight of their own pretentiousness as their alleged artistic sensibilities struggle to reconcile the avant-garde aspect of featuring a bird of prey on a track with the fact that I was once the lead singer for a boyband.”

Klavier waits, his elbows propped up on Simon’s desk, grinning at him, waiting for any sort of reaction. The seconds tick by as Simon, staring past Klavier, slowly blinks once and refocuses his eyes on him. He blinks again. Klavier is still grinning.

“You are not… actually going to bring him into a recording studio, are you?”

“Of course I am. I am an artiste.”

“You are a witless lunatic.”

*

Apollo has not had time to close the door of the office behind him before Trucy, bouncing, has appeared in front of him with a grin on her face to inform him, “Prosecutor Gavin put out a new single!”

“Uh-huh,” Apollo says, trying to feign disinterest, which is difficult given the special powers of every single other person who inhabits the office. Athena has appeared in the doorway, grinning at him. She doesn’t stop grinning, either, and her expression doesn’t waver in the slightest, like some static image at home on the poster for a horror movie. “Athena, why are you grinning like that?”

“No reason,” she says, and her smile reappears larger than ever.

“Uh-huh,” he says. He decides to ignore her. “Have you listened to it yet, Trucy?”

“No, I was waiting for you, since it just came out this morning!”

“Don’t these things usually happen at midnight?” Apollo asks before he realizes that knowing this fact probably does not help his intended image of appearing disinterested in the music industry and Prosecutor Gavin’s career.

Trucy shrugs. Athena has not stopped grinning. “Stop making that face,” Apollo says.

“No,” Athena says, through her teeth, her smile still plastered across her face.

“You look like Professor Means.”

“Augh!” That did it. Her face twists like she is trying to get peanut butter out of her mouth, massaging the remains of the smile out. “That’s mean, Apollo, that’s really mean.”

“It’s Means, I think you mean,” Trucy says, expertly dodging the smack that Athena aims for her arm. “Have you heard it yet, Athena?”

“No,” she says, now looking like she is trying to stifle the smile that is again spreading across her face.

“You’re lying,” Apollo and Trucy say in unison.

“Ooh, Athena, do you know something about this?” Trucy asks, bouncing again as she makes her way over to her laptop.

“No.”

“I don’t even need my bracelet to tell that you’re lying now,” Apollo says.

“Is this finally the love confession for Apollo that all his music from the past year has been building up to?” Trucy asks.

“The what,” Apollo says.

Trucy waves a dismissive hand at him. “I’ll explain later; I have charts to back me up.”

“You have what,” Apollo says.

“If it is that,” Athena says, “then he didn’t tell me.”

“What did he tell you?” Trucy asks.

“Just play the stupid song,” Apollo says.

“Finally!” Widget crows and Athena slaps her hand over her necklace.

If Apollo were to admit it, which he won’t, most of Prosecutor Gavin’s music isn’t bad. Some of it isn’t to Apollo’s tastes, especially not at the cacophony of a live concert, but all of the Gavinners albums are at least okay in places, and the solo stuff is better. And it’s probably good for his sanity that he thinks so, because every time a new single drops, Trucy plays it on loop for at least a week and never ever uses headphones.

He sort of hopes she won’t do that with this one though, because it’s just… weird. Not Klavier’s usual style, inasmuch as there has been a coherent thread between his solo releases, and not to Apollo’s liking. Trucy is bobbing her head though, tapping the desk as they huddle around the laptop, and Athena is the one bouncing on her heels now. “What’s that sound that keeps coming up?” Apollo asks when he’s turned it over in his brain enough to decide that whatever the hell is going on in the background mixing is neither an instrument that he knows nor a normal human sound.

“Shh!” Trucy hisses, and her frown means that he’s earned himself a second loop of the song for talking through part of it.

About twenty seconds later, he asks, “Is that some sort of bird?”

“Looklook look!” Athena has an arm around his neck in a second, pulling Trucy close with the other, and she shoves her phone under their noses. “Look!”

“That’s a bird in front of a microphone,” Trucy says, a little confused and probably more disgruntled that Athena is now talking over the music too.

“That’s… that’s not Taka, is it?” Apollo asks. His head is starting to hurt.

“It’s Taka!” Athena drops her phone on the laptop keyboard and does a hopping dance around the desk. “Taka’s a singer now! Look!” She wedges herself in between them again to swipe through more pictures on her phone, the first eight of which are the first picture from slightly different angles, with Taka barely having moved. There’s one that is obviously a candid with Klavier talking to someone off-camera to the left, his guitar in hands, Taka on his shoulder; another with Klavier doubled over laughing at something, Taka halfway out of the frame, Simon standing off to the left staring straight at the camera with the barest hint of a smirk on his face; Klavier sitting on an amp, Taka perched on the head of the guitar. A selfie of Athena making a peace sign in front of a shelf of shiny awards; a wobbly picture obviously not taken by Athena because the subject is her grinning and poking one of the trophies. A video looking to be taken accidentally, unfocused angled at the ground as Klavier’s voice comes from somewhere: “–murdered with that as the weapon they will find your fingerprints and arrest you for it.”

“Then we spent like twenty minutes talking about what the best murder weapon in the room would be,” Athena adds.

“It looks like you had fun,” Trucy says. Apollo can hear the jealousy seeping into her voice and Athena’s head jerks up in alarm.

“I was only there because Prosecutor Gavin told me about the idea of having Taka on the track, so that I could help convince Simon, but then it turned out that Simon agreed because - something about spite, I don’t know what they were saying - and then I blackmailed him into letting me come to the recording session too because otherwise I could tell the world about his upcoming single. I’m sure if you wanted to see the place you could ask him! I’ve wanted to tell you guys about this for like a month!”

Apollo has a sinking feeling that Trucy won’t be the one overplaying the song, but rather Athena instead will. This suspicion only intensifies when she retrieves her phone to show them the last of the pictures, which includes a selfie of the four of them, Taka perched on Athena’s head, and at least two dozen more of Taka from various angles, in front of a microphone, on the amp, on the guitar, doing absolutely nothing, scratching his head, sleeping. “I was going to delete some of these,” Athena says, “the ones that are basically the same as others, but then Simon asked me to send all of them to him and I didn’t get around to it.”

“I can’t believe Prosecutor Blackquill’s pet bird is now a rock star,” Apollo mutters. “I can’t believe Gavin featured a bird on one of his songs.”

“Believe it!” Trucy says. “And since you talked through it, we will be listening again. Hey! Don’t walk away! Polly! Get back here!”

Apollo sighs.

*

“What are these papers?” Simon slowly lifts the offending stack from his desk, gingerly rifling through as though he expects a threat to spring from the pages.

“Reviews,” Klavier says, “of my new hit single. These are all the ones that said artistic or avant-garde. I highlighted every instance for you.”

Simon sets the papers back down and slowly shakes his head. “A question for you now,” Klavier says. “Is it you or Fräulein Cykes who runs Herr Taka’s insta?”

“She does.”

“I will have to apologize for her for being inundated with follower notifications.”

“What do you mean?”

“I tagged the account in my latest post.” Klavier holds his phone up to Simon, showing a picture of him with his guitar and Taka sitting on it, a microphone positioned in front of him. It was purely a photo-op that Athena wanted; I’m not going to accomplish anything with a bird on my guitar, ja? “So I imagine that several thousand of my followers, at least, have gone to follow Herr Taka.”

“Is he famous now?” Simon asks.

“Perhaps - if not yet, then soon.” Klavier glances at Taka asleep on his perch. “He is handling his rise to stardom very well, but he does have the best manager.”

“Would that be you?” Simon’s lips twitch in a smirk. “The most humble as well, I suppose.”

“Oh yes. I am very humble. You put enough dents in my ego on a daily basis for me not to be.” Klavier stops in the doorway and grins. “Enough that what Fräulein Cykes told me about your ringtone won’t go to my head.”

“She said what to you?”

“Ach, brushes with stardom make informants of the closest friends. It is nothing unusual for the celebrity world, that she sold you out.”

“She said what?” Simon repeats.

His phone rings, loudly, and he cannot lunge to silence it quickly enough. Klavier’s grin, impossibly, grows wider. He raises his phone in his hand, the screen showing that whoever he called has just hung up on him, and waves it. “It won’t go to my head,” he repeats. “It was not me, but the featured artist with me, ja?”

“Do you not have work to be doing, Gavin-dono?”

#ace attorney bullshit tag #klav's motive isn't purely spite - he genuinely thinks it's a fun idea - but he figures #that spite is definitely the reasoning that will get simon on board #runningwolf62 #roddy fanfics