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4ragon · 3 years

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Sorry, someone sent me a DM and I couldn’t figure out if they wanted to be credited so I’m doing it this way. If you want me to like tag or something just let me know and I will.

Alright so about Kristoph Gavin’s Black Psyche-Locks

Kristoph Gavin is my favorite villain, one of my favorite villains in any game. He’s a fun character. He’s charismatic, and ruthless, and yet I think if you really dig down into him, he’s still, ultimately, a very human monster at the heart of it all. But why is that? What is it about Kristoph Gavin I find so interesting? What secret motivations lie at the heart of this man that would drive him to murder, drive him to attempt to erase a literal child? Well, let’s explore this man in a little more depth, shall we?

So let’s start at the beginning. The Black Psyche-Locks. Kristoh’s Psyche-Locks were the first of their kind to appear in the series. When pressed, Kristoph explains he killed a stranger because he was “an evil human being.” It isn’t until Phoenix’s final accusation that suddenly, the Psyche-Locks click into place. “...I have to know. Why did you kill Shadi Smith? No... Zak Gramarye!?” Above all else, the reason Kristoph would go so far as to kill, his motive, is what prompts the Psyche-Locks to appear. But why, you ask? Isn’t it obvious? He killed Zak Gramarye for a whole host of reasons. To cover his tracks. To get revenge for being snubbed. And yes, those are all correct. Yet they fail to answer the most important question of all: What exactly is Kristoph keeping from himself?

According to Pearl Fey, “A red Psyche-Lock protects a secret that a person is consciously trying to hide. If the person folds under questioning, the lock breaks and the truth comes out... But a black Psyche-Lock protects a secret from the deepest place in a person's heart... ...a secret that that person isn't even consciously aware of… According to my research... A black Psyche-Lock is like a heavy chain wrapped directly around one's heart. If they are ripped off by force, it could cause permanent damage to a person's soul.”

So Kristoph killed a man, and he justified it. He’s vain, and he’s selfish. But that is all stuff that Kristoph is aware of. Conscious flaws. He’s a selfish, cruel man who justifies hurting those he perceived as wronging him. But what secret does he hold so deeply that it could shatter the very foundation of who he is?

So what, ultimately, does break the Psyche-Lock? It’s hard to say, as we never see Kristoph’s particular Psyche-Locks again once we take control of Apollo Justice. But we do see a breaking of sort: A Witness Breakdown. The series is full of them, to varying degrees of, uh, aggressiveness. BUT! It’s rare to see someone break down as completely as Kristoph does in his final moments on the stand. It’s not throwing a toupe and passing out. It’s not whatever the fuck happened to that goose hat in DGS. No, it is a complete and total breakdown. Screaming, hair disheveled. And laughter. Uncontrollable laughter.

So! What prompts this?

In the technical sense, it’s the reveal that Phoenix Wright outsmarted him. The jurist system, a system that went against all of Kristoph’s beliefs, implemented by the man whom he had already defeated once. It’s this one little detail that puts the final nail in his coffin.

But there are other little details around this moment that caught my attention. His reaction to the jurists, calling them “Riff-raff” or “a mindless, emotional mob of irrational mouth-breathers.” And then, there’s one last line, not from Kristoph, but from Klavier.

“Except for you, Kristoph. You aren't changing. You've stopped. You're not needed anymore.”

You’re not needed anymore.

And there. I think we found it. I think we found the chink in Kristoph’s armor. Kristoph, while vain, and entitled, and cruel, and monstrous, desperately needs to be needed. Not only that, Kristoph needs to be in absolute control of those around him. Kristoph is better than the people around him. Kristoph is better than Klavier. Kristoph is certainly better than Phoenix Wright. He is the most important man in the world, and anything that can threaten that is a threat to his very being.

Kristoph is a man who thrives on control. You can absolutely see it in the way he talks to Apollo, Phoenix, and Klavier. He needs to be the smartest man in the room at all times, even with the people he loves. Hell, especially with the people he loves. He needs them to look up to him. He needs them to need him.

Sometimes, people talk about how Kristoph didn’t love Klavier, and I don’t know if that’s the whole truth. I think that Kristoph loved an IDEA of Klavier. An idea of who he was and how he was supposed to behave. He loved a facet of Klavier, and that love was entirely conditional on Klavier behaving exactly as Kristoph thought he should. Klavier is the one who betrayed Kristoph first, you see? Klavier is the one who refused to be ‘lesser than,’ to adhere to the perceptions in Kristoph’s mind of who he should be. And every deviation from Kristoph’s control made him want to control Klavier the more.

It’s important to note that, before Phoenix even entered the picture, Kristoph began to pull the strings. I don’t subscribe to the notion that Kristoph was always willing to pay his way to victory, or murder anyone who got in his way. But this fight against his little brother was something that he could not lose, no matter what. He had to win. He had to win and take back control. Klavier was spinning out of his control. Klavier was rejecting him. He needed Klavier to obey.

There seems to be an element of control with every one of Kristoph’s personal relationships. His mentorship with Apollo was very much the same, though to a lesser degree. He was kind on the surface level, but quick to find ways to put Apollo down, to undermine him, to demand Apollo do what he say. I can’t imagine he was any different with Klavier, honestly, just with more time and more chances to slowly wear away at Klavier’s sanity.

On the other side, Phoenix Wright was a ‘friend’ he ate dinner with once a week. He was the only member of the ethics board (which HAHA Kristoph on an ethics board) to stand up for him, trying to frame himself as Phoenix’s savior, inserting himself into the story so as to never lose control of the situation. Once again, it comes down to control.

I was talking with a friend once, about the similarities between Kristoph and good ol’ Manny von Karma. Both have this weird obsession with perfection, but I think they come from wildly different character flaws. Manfred is a man who believes he is perfect, and nothing anyone says or does can shake that. Any challenges to his perfection are a threat, of course, but only because he feels entitled to the world bending to his will. He is perfect. Meanwhile, Kristoph is deeply insecure. His veneer of perfection hides a deep terror of being anything less than. A threat to his perfection is a threat to his very sense of self, sense of worth, and that must be destroyed at all costs. Still entitled of course, just also with the threat of collapsing in on itself at any moment.

Anyway. Uh. Hope that was coherent. I really like Kristoph.

#kristoph gavin #ace attorney #j #meta

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malewifeklaviergavin · 2 years

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The last 'i love you starter' prompt for Klapollo (the prompt is long and I'm on mobile)

(regardless of what happens tonight, I want you to know that I love you, okay?)

"You know, it's okay if you want to go. It's okay if you don't want to go, too." Apollo said quietly, watching Klavier fluttering nervously around the room. He had already wiped the counter twice, dusted the cabinet four times, and now was rearranging the three pairs of shoes by the front door. Killing time, Apollo supposed, until it was... Well... Killing time.

Tonight, Kristoph Gavin was being executed.

Personally, Apollo thought that it was mean to have it so late at night. Who wanted to die at 8:30 pm on a Tuesday? It meant that the whole day, people would be on edge. It meant that people had woken up that morning and had to go about their day knowing that before they went to sleep, someone they knew would be dead via lethal injection.

Apollo and Klavier were people, in such case.

"Ach. He asked me to come specifically. I cannot just not show up." Klavier replied smoothly, his tone far too casual considering he'd been sick three times in the last twelve hours, unable to keep even coffee down. "It's his last request, for me to be there."

'You know he only asked you to come just to hurt you.' Apollo almost said, biting back the sharp words. He knew that Klavier knew that this was all some sick last minute dig. One final twist of the knife from Kristoph. Two years of radio silence and refused visits only to turn around and demand his little brother watch him die.

And like a kicked puppy, Klavier came running at the first sign of a response.

"I know what you're thinking." Klavier sighed, standing up from where he finished inching the shoes back and forth against some imaginary line. "I'm foolish to go. And maybe I am. But... If I don't go, I'll never know. I'll always wonder how exactly it went. I would rather the devil I know against the pain of ambiguity."

"Like seeing a body in a casket." Apollo murmured to himself, tracing a finger over the ridge of his bracelet. Somewhere, Clay's jacket gathered dust. Somewhere, his own parents gravestones had probably grown over. The devil he knew against the pain of ambiguity.

"Exactly, Apollo." Klavier sighed and grabbed his jacket. "Don't wait up. I don't know how long it will take, and you have work tomorrow."

"Klavier." Apollo said suddenly, climbing off the couch and approaching his boyfriend. Carefully, he took Klavier's jacket and helped him slide it on. He took a minute to brush his fingers against the smooth leather and shut his eyes, resting his head between Klavier's shoulder blades. "Regardless of what happens tonight, I want you to know that I love you, okay?"

Klavier let out a soft noise, somewhere between a laugh and a sob and turned around, taking Apollo in his arms and holding him tight. "I know, Schatz. I think that's exactly what I needed to hear to get through tonight." He spoke softly into Apollo's hair. "Thank you."

And with a kiss to Apollo's forehead, Klavier slipped out the door.

Sighing, Apollo turned and walked into the kitchen. Fishing around in one of the cabinets, he finally pulled out what Klavier and him had decreed to be the In Case Of Emergency Whiskey and poured himself a drink. 'Go easy, Kristoph.' Apollo thought, lifting his drink in a vicious mockery of a toast before knocking it back. 'At least give him that.'

#anonymous #klavier gavin #apollo justice #klapollo #my writing #ace attorney #little sadder but it was that or me writing smut tbh #my brain was like sad or trashy thats it babey #i once again have thoughts about the Gavin brothers #if anyone needs this tagged just lemme know

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liketheinferno2 · 2 years

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blorbo questionaire(?):

preface: i have not watched any of these/played them besides Nier Automata and Replicant

kristoph g-something, (maybe gavin?): the inside of his head is an oil fire he is continuously pouring water on and fanning with his hands, he has this weird complex about Wanting the Black Haired Dude and also being disgusted by him. he is losing 4D chess that he's playing with himself. Also has anxiety tics

estinein: oh my god he's this like. white haired elven Guy who is in an abusive relationship with his telepathic(?) eye and i think he is also wearing the blood of the guy whos eye he just... took? questionable eye acquisition... he is coated in blood but he wouldnt smell bad because i think patch'ii cat cleans him or something, if so i think patch'ii should get a free toothbrush. i think a lot of the fandom seems to misinterpret him from what ive read of your posts and my god i can relate bc my favs also always get their nuance sucked out through their one personality trait people assign him

harchufaunt: HARCHUFAUNT

Nier (protagonist): im in act 2 after the whole tentacle ship in my first run and my grasp of nier is: cant swim, is the baby girl to kaines bad boy, he is very tunnel vision and just... Cognitive dissonances his way through the day while taking down more and more shades and tunes out any other options because otherwise nothing would be worth it. Half the time i almost forget yonhas the prerogative because niers so determined to be taking as many detours as possible and keep putting off the inevitable reality. Good boy!

Adam: woman, but no, but yes and a mother, had a stab wound baby he didnt want by deadbeat dad 2b and popularly dubbed incel 9s (i think this is the dumbest and funniest interpretation of his character and how it is held by more than one person i do not know)

9s: decidedly small and also he has half the arm of his dead not gf attached to him because he is small gender

GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS TREMENDOUS READ THIS IS ALL VERY ATTENTIVE AND GOOD. BUT I'M REALLY DELIGHTED THAT YOU SOMEHOW GOT THE CONCEPT OF PATCHAH'LI CLEANING ESTINIEN SOMEWHERE IN HERE. Because he doesn't but I definitely have him as cleaning younger characters like a cat. You can't lick Estinien's hair he wouldn't allow it. But you CAN take a bath together in an onsen:

I also want to show you Estinien's Special Guy:

This is why the eye's like a big sticky bowling ball. Big man is BIG. He's just also sentient through the eye and can talk with it, just to Estinien though. The eye was taken a thousand years ago and held as a treasure by the Blatantly Just The Catholic Church until Estinien stole it and started running around with it to draw Big Man away from the people in city and towards him, because he's a dragoon knight, a knight that kills dragons. He's like "I will be a delicious hunk of meat this guy wants to tear to pieces. What could POSSIBLY go wrong there?" When they meet in person he takes the OTHER eye out of his head and this leads to 1. covered in blood, 2. my favourite Estinien image of all time

I keep that MF THANG ON ME!!! I've ended up so attached to Esti for a great many reasons but part of it that I'm playing as another dragoon knight and that nets you a bunch of extra scenes and context for him. And he likes you best. This isn't just ANYONE'S blorbo, he's mine lmfao.

Also people struggle with Estinien I think largely because he's characterised as a very socially stunted person so where another character would tell you their tragic backstory and try to explain what they're doing, Estinien just kinda... doesn't? You have to hear it from his dad, and that's optional. So they present you with a guy who is going through some extremely heavy shit but it's mostly private, you're never getting the whole story of this nebulously terrible relationship he's in; he thinks he's got more power in it than he has and the player's inclined to believe him. The curtain comes off about exactly how bad it all is pretty late in the game and even then it's not of his own will and he's resistant to being saved from this situation too. He's a Difficult Bitch. But then you do bleed and cry and help him and seeing the emotional recovery afterwards is really fantastic. Slow burn character.

Also Haurchefant? That's pronounced as "Orshufon." I know.

ALSO YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT INCEL 9S BEING THE DUMBEST TAKE TO EVER HIT THE INTERWEBZ. THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND GOOD MORROW

#asks #butcherofyanginlar #also you are playing nier replicant CORRECTLY

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spazztrapavacado · 3 years

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AA headcannon pt 15: Apollo's childhood

• Strangely enough, the only things he remembers of his actual parents are the smell of his dad's hair-gel because he got into it a few times and his mom's singing voice because she was always humming. These memories become fuzzy and distant, but it's why Lamiroir's voice had been so strangely soothing and why he feels the need to put extra hair gel on even though he could accomplish his style with less

• Not that he knows this is why, if you ask him, he'll probably say 'Her voice is familiar, but I can't place it' or for the other, 'it just feels like the right amount'

• Our boy was so slow to develop in the time he was going from foster-home to foster-home that the people that took care of him were legitimately concerned he had other problems going on, so he got taken to the doctor a lot

• When he took his first steps, no one was really there to hold his hands and lead him along so he fell over twice crossing the room to get a toy, but he was determined

• When an older kid tried to take his bracelet from him to tease him, they both quickly discovered that if Apollo was not intending to part with it it would refuse to come off. This thing has a death-grip on little Apollo's wrist and he's just "It comes off when I take it off so it must not like you." >:/

• Believed for a long time that his bracelet liked and didn't like certain people, all based on his own opinions of course because it's his best friend and always has been.

• The main reason Dhurke wanted to adopt is because he ends up not having enough time to play with Nahyuta and is worried his son's going to have social issues later. Plus, he can afford to have another kid, no problem. It might even be fun :)

• When Apollo gets told by Dhurke he's going to be adopting him, he is all starry-eyed and beaming

• It's his turn to go home with someone, and he is sure it's gonna be the best thing ever. Dhurke can only look at him like 'I was here because I needed company for Nahyuta when I go away, and now I'm looking at the most adorable child I've ever seen in my life besides mine, who left this boy??'

• Him and Nahyuta hit it off surprisingly well, but in weird ways. Apollo will see him meditating instead of playing and walk over to sit a little ways away, trying to mimic him and figure out why this is fun instead of immediately judging him like other kids. Nahyuta curiously asks about the bracelet Apollo always wears and respectfully doesn't touch it until he's been given permission to. They're both really careful with each other and it's appreciated

• When Dhurke has to take them to live in the woods, he's very glad he got Apollo. He'd be worried they would get lonely if they didn't get along so well

• It was a whirlwind of confusing feelings getting sent back to America, and it left a bitter hole in Apollo's heart. He didn't understand why his dad just gave him to a foster home across the sea with hardly any warning. It was just him and his wrist-band again, lost and alone. He felt more alone then than he ever did in that new house full of kids than in the woods with just Yuty.

• He was promised Dhurke would come back, but the words were hollow, and he knew it. He turned away any chance at getting adopted by other parents because he couldn't deal with this if it ever happened again, he was okay to just be him

• When he meets Clay and cheers him up, he's a little unsure what to do when the boy keeps pulling him along to go play. Clay seems to really like having him around and who is he to turn down a chance at having a friend, at least?

• Their teachers are always taken aback seeing them play because in class they're so respectful and focused and at recess they are fighting with sticks and screaming

• One wants to go to space and one wants to be an attorney, they're definitely an odd pair, there was no getting around it

• Phoenix Write's name starts appearing in newspapers and Apollo starts reading them. This is the coolest attorney in the world, he hopes he can be half as cool as Wright.

• High school was the last stretch of time before childhood was over and he could go be an adult

• He is so ready for it to end, he sees adulthood as a sense of control he's never had and he desperately want it, he's tired of being swept along by tragedy and loneliness

• Clay's still gonna have his back, though, so he's got that going for him

• His grades are great, he's making all A's, even if he has to study hard in all his free time and do all the extra credit his teachers are willing to give him, his average scores are over 100% and his report cards always say something about 'excellent work ethic'

• Kristoph Gavin, who scouts for new attorneys to mentor, has never visited his school in previous years, but keeps walking in and addressing Apollo directly so he's confused but happy about that. That's a good sign, right?

• Kristoph is, at first, dissapointed his scores are from extra credit and not that he's some kind of genius, but he's testing him anyway just to see if he's got the guts to go with his more than perfect scores

• He passes, much to Kristoph's satisfaction, he does very well and has all the skills he'll need to be useful. Kristoph pays for his college and picks all his classes with the faith the boy will manage.

• "You gotta pick a protege young so you can have that level of control over their career." -Kristoph 'perfectionist' Gavin

• Around that same time Clay is accepted into a college, as well

• So this is goodbye...

• They're both sobbing, they've both lost people before and it feels like this is the last time they'll ever see each other

• They promise to write and call, and go their separate ways. They really should have expected it, I mean one wants to go to SPACE, but it's all tears and sniffles and promises to stay in touch

• When he looks back on it, Apollo's childhood is a jarring mess of feeling tossed around by the whims of fate and losing things that are important to him, but if there's anything he's thankful for, it's that he's getting a chance to tie those loose ends up now

#ace attorney #apollo justice #headcannon #headcannons #a timeline #dhurke sahdmadhi #nahyuta sahdmadhi #aceattorney

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ultraviolet-ink · 2 years

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Well, you just know which character I'm going to ask about, don't you? Klavier Gavin!

AAHHH!! Yes!!! My favorite Glimerous Fop! Klavier Gavin favorite thing about them: I really love his demeanor in court! He was the first Prosecutor we had that didn't mention a thing about a "perfect win record" and legitimately wanted to find the truth to the point of helping out the defense! I think that was a really interesting subversion of his role, and it really helps hammer in that upside-down feeling that AJ has going on. least favorite thing about them: Honestly, I'm not a super big fan of his 17 year old design. I don't know what he was trying to do with his hair but it wasn't it for me (sorry Klav XD), but then again, we didn't make the best fashion decisions when we were 17 so he gets a pass! favorite line: I know it'll be super basic, but, "I must say I'm used to being inspected by the ladies... But this is the first time I've felt this way with a man." I mean COME ON??? it was CALLING TO ME! I can't NOT like it!!! XD brOTP: Ema! I think they have the kind of friendship where it sounds like they hate each other, but it's all just a bunch of inside jokes! Basically, Ema's the only one allowed to be "mean" to him, and she will be the first one to defend him! <3 OTP: Klapollo, if my favorite line wasn't enough lol! :D nOTP: This is a really hard one, mostly because I don't think I really have any ships that I feel strongly "no thank you" for with Klavier because I like to focus on what I DO like (AKA Klapollo <3). I guess Gav/nc/st, mostly because that's a huge squick for me. random headcanon: Klavier is a JoJo fan, it explains his fashion (I don't really know much about JJBA other than the stuff I get from my sister, but I might actually check it out now!). From what I know, I feel like his favorite JoJo would be Josuke! unpopular opinion: I don't know how unpopular this is, but I think Klavier is actually a natural blonde lol. It's darker than Kristoph's, but still blonde. I like to think that he actually dyes his eyebrows so he HAS them XD For one I KNOW is unpopular, I actually didn't mind his DD voice. Maybe if I got more than a few lines, I could make a better judgement, but it's not that bad to me XD song i associate with them: Karma by AJR. I feel like it really fits him! It's super upbeat, despite the lyrics. I feel like it really captures his feelings after AJ, just a series of disappointments from Daryan and Kristoph, and the fact that he can't look at his first trial the same way anymore. He really does try his best in court, and he clearly wants to do the right thing, but everything keeps coming back to punch him in the gut. Fundamentally, I think Klavier is a very lonely character because of this, and the rockstar persona is just that, a persona. There's so much you can explore with him, so many possibilities, and I'm really sad that there was no follow up with him. I guess my dream AA7 would acknowledge what the hell happened in AJ favorite picture of them: This is my favorite! I think his and Trucy's friendship could be really fun, especially their love of performing! It's also funny how they're not quite on the same wavelength haha Poor Polly is so confused XD

#ask #ask me things #ask me anything #ask away #ask me stuff #ask game #ace attorney #aa #apollo justice ace attorney #ajaa #klavier gavin #kyouya garyuu

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bevioletskies · 3 years

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if i keep my heart out of sight

summary: Apollo used to think Klavier was an open book - someone honest, someone uncomplicated, someone who didn’t have anything to hide. But when Klavier asks Apollo to accompany him on a visit to see Kristoph, Apollo finds himself starting to think otherwise.

word count: 4.2k | read on ao3

a/n: For @klapollo-week, day three of seven (prompt: "protection"). All seven of my fics take place in the same continuity! However, each can be read as a stand-alone, with the exception of day seven being a sequel to day five.

This fic takes place at some point in time between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice, but doesn’t reference any specific plotlines otherwise. Fic title is from the song If I Keep My Heart Out Of Sight by James Taylor.

“You don’t have to, Apollo. I know I’m probably asking too much of you, so if - ”

“No, i-it’s okay, you just - you surprised me. I’ll, uh, I’ll be there! Only...we’re not going on your bike, are we?”

Klavier blinked. His expression scared Apollo; he’d never seen Klavier so stoic, so serious, not even during the most crucial moments of a trial. Then, Klavier burst into laughter. “Achtung, I ask you to come with me to visit mein Bruder in prison, and that’s what you’re concerned about?”

Huffing, Apollo narrowed his eyes at him. “Actually, I’m more concerned about you calling me ‘Apollo’ a second ago. You feeling okay, Gavin?”

“Obviously I’m feeling just fine, Forehead, as you can plainly see by me wanting to talk about Kristoph for a change,” Klavier drawled, his lazy smile betrayed by the sharp glint in his eyes. “And nein, not my motorcycle. Did you forget I have a car?”

“Apparently,” Apollo said. “You ever mess up the exhaust pipe on that one, too?” Now it was Klavier’s turn to glare. “Kidding, kidding. So, uh...what brought this on? Why do you even wanna see him?”

“Misguided need for closure?” Klavier let out a short, harsh chuckle. “Or maybe I’m just bored.”

Apollo had to look away from Klavier for a moment, the rush of emotions that had crossed his face just then too overwhelming to bear. They were standing in the courtroom, which was long empty now that their latest trial was over. Phoenix and Athena were waiting for Apollo in the defense lobby, while Trucy was back at the agency, eagerly awaiting the outcome. For Klavier, on the other hand, the only things waiting for him were the journalists on the courthouse front steps and the paperwork on his desk at the prosecutor’s office. “And...why do you want me to go with you?” Apollo asked, looking back up.

Klavier shrugged. “We don’t hang out enough,” he replied, grinning cheekily. He then turned and headed for the courtroom doors, lifting a manicured hand to wave him off. “I’ll text you, ja? Auf Wiedersehen, Herr Forehead.”

“Liar,” Apollo muttered, rubbing his wrist where his bracelet had squeezed him.

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Another week or so went by before Apollo found himself getting into Klavier’s car, his stomach turning unpleasantly. It was mid-morning on a Saturday, a time in which he was usually at his most relaxed - sleeping in, watching TV, and hanging out with his cat. But now, all he could think about was Klavier’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“...Gavin.”

“Ja?” Klavier’s response was too quick, too loud.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Apollo asked. “You shouldn't force yourself to do something you don’t wanna do. If he, I dunno, contacted you and called you out or whatever - ”

“He didn’t,” Klavier interrupted swiftly. “And before you ask, nein, I didn’t contact him, either. Just this once, I’d prefer that he didn’t have the upper hand.”

Apollo’s face softened; he nodded. “Good call. Who knows - maybe it’ll work in your favor.”

They pulled into the Central Prison parking lot less than thirty minutes later. Apollo, trembling with anxiety, followed Klavier closely as they made their way through security. Prison, Apollo thought rather stupidly, felt cold, impersonal. At least Klavier radiated warmth, familiarity, though the guards seemed surprised to see him. That was to be expected, Apollo supposed, since it had been nearly two years since Kristoph’s imprisonment, and Klavier had never visited until now.

“Here he is,” one of the guards said gruffly after leading them through a confusing series of corridors. “Go on, then.”

Things were unsettlingly quiet for a moment. Apollo and Klavier stared at the reinforced door before them - Kristoph was no longer behind literal bars - waiting, anticipating, dreading what was to come. The only view they were afforded was a small window of an even smaller room, meaning they would only be able to see Kristoph from the waist up at most, even if he was on the complete opposite side of his cell. His back was to them, hands clasped neatly behind him. Klavier’s breath hitched. Kristoph turned abruptly at the sound.

“Ah.” Kristoph smiled pleasantly. “What an unexpected surprise. Mr. Justice, I didn’t know you still cared.”

“Hardly,” Apollo said through gritted teeth. Already, he felt the hairs on his arms stand on end. “Gav - Klavier asked me to come, so I did.”

“Still taking orders from a Gavin, are you?” Kristoph stepped closer. His face was gaunt, his skin ragged. Even his hair seemed to have lost its shine. “And here, I thought you were working for Wright. Or does he not pay you enough? Honestly, I wouldn’t think he’d be able to pay you at all. He’s very fond of working pro bono, from what I remember. How...charitable of him.”

“Hallo to you too, Kristoph,” Klavier said evenly, stepping in front of Apollo. “If you’re done being an arschgeige, it’s me you’re talking to, not him.”

Kristoph’s eyebrows shot up. “Is that so? I wouldn’t have guessed it, what with you shaking like a leaf.”

Klavier sucked in another breath between his teeth. “Do you really have nothing to say to me? Do you not think of our parents and what they think about you? What everyone thinks about you?”

Kristoph smirked, taking a few measured steps back. “Did they not teach us not to concern ourselves with the opinions of those who don’t matter?”

“So breaking Mama and Papa’s hearts, that doesn’t matter to you?” Klavier snapped. “If I were to bring them here, could you really say that to their faces?” Apollo glanced at him, worried. He’d never heard either Gavin mention their parents before, had always assumed they were gone in some sense. He couldn’t imagine what they were like, what Kristoph and Klavier’s childhood had been like, for them to turn out the way that they did.

“You’re better than that, Klavier,” Kristoph scolded lightly. He seemed to be enjoying himself; it made Apollo’s throat burn with disgust. “Emotional manipulation, hypothetical scenarios...they aren’t becoming of a prosecutor of your caliber.”

“That disappointment you feel? It’s mutual, vertrau mir,” Klavier retorted, letting out an irritable exhale.

“Is that really all you came here to ask me about?” Kristoph paced to the back of his cell, neatly dropping down onto the small cot he'd been given, covered with a threadbare blanket. At the very least, Apollo was satisfied to see how little he had. Phoenix had told him what Kristoph’s first cell was like, how infuriatingly luxurious it was. This was more fitting for a man of his morals. “If I’m broken up about hurting poor Mother and Father’s feelings?”

“Nein, that’s only the beginning,” Klavier said coolly. Apollo shivered, moving away entirely so Klavier could stand directly in front of the little window. “You know, even now, there are still people who think that I’m the arrogant one. The one who so desperately seeks validation, while you don’t have a care in the world. But tell me, Kristoph - if you really care so little about what people think, why are you the one in prison for killing someone who passed you over for a case that would've made you famous?”

Kristoph scowled. “Klavier…”

“And does it bother you, knowing that even before you became a killer, that everyone always preferred me?” Klavier continued, unflinching. “Our parents, our teachers, our family friends...the world at large.”

“Your silly insults are more suitable for a playground than a prison, how depressing,” Kristoph said, quickly regaining his composure. “After all this time, your lack of maturity still disappoints me. Not surprising, though, considering you were worshipped by the masses from a young age. But that worship, it doesn’t quite fill that emptiness, does it?” Klavier went pale.

Apollo let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “The hell does that mean?” he demanded, his voice echoing throughout the prison’s hallowed halls.

“All Klavier ever wanted, ever since he was a little boy, was to be loved. How asinine,” Kristoph drawled. “It was our parents’ love of soaps and Austen novels that...inspired him. Made him the romantic he claims to be. Personally, I don’t believe he was ever deprived of love. As he said, our parents adored him, our teachers and classmates thought he was just so charming...but apparently, that was still never enough.”

“Kristoph,” Klavier warned, eyes narrowing. “Halt mal.”

“Did you know, Mr. Justice, that he’s never been in a long-term relationship?” Kristoph’s gaze went to his brother’s reddening face. “For all his talk, all his literal song and dance about love, he’s never had what anyone would call a romantic partner. Just...sex and bad dates.” He cocked his head, looking at Klavier inquisitively. “Is no one good enough for you, Klavier? Is it that you haven’t found anyone yet? Or...is that you have found someone, only they have no intention of ever loving you back?” He neatly folded one leg over the other, smirking. “I’m inclined to believe the latter. I know your tastes, after all.”

“You don’t know me,” Klavier said lowly. His fists were clenched so tightly, he was leaving fingernail indents in his palms. “I don’t think you ever did.”

“That’s more than most people can say,” Kristoph replied. “When was the last time anyone cared enough to get to know you?”

Klavier reeled back like he’d been hit, his eyes wide and suspiciously wet. “I - I - ”

“Alright, enough!” Apollo said sharply, tugging on Klavier’s elbow. It took a few tries before Klavier moved away from the door, his chest heaving with emotion. Apollo cast him a brief, concerned glance - Klavier refused to look back - before stepping in front of him so he could look Kristoph in the eye. “You know what, Mr. Gavin?”

“Tell me,” Kristoph said, smiling devilishly.

“I obviously wasted my time thinking about what I was gonna say to you, if I was gonna say anything to you,” Apollo said, his own hands trembling by his sides. “But I’ve made up my mind. I-I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of letting you continue to stroke your own ego. Save that for when you’re alone.”

Kristoph chuckled, amused. “I’m sure that sounded wittier in your head, Mr. Justice. Next time, perhaps.”

“Asshole,” Apollo muttered, pulling on Klavier’s arm once more. “C’mon, let’s get out of here before we do something that gets us thrown behind bars, too.”

Klavier was worryingly silent, barely managing to plaster on a polite smile for the security guards who led them out. By the time they returned to Klavier’s car, Apollo expected him to be furious, to be beside himself, to be completely falling apart. Instead, Klavier was smiling, leaning casually against the side of his car like nothing had happened. “Achtung, I’m starving. Where do you want to eat? I’ll pay.”

“I - huh?!” Apollo’s anger was quickly replaced with confusion. “Wait, we’re just gonna...eat? After all that?”

“Maybe today will finally be the day you have a meal with me, ja?” Klavier teased, his grin widening. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes that suggested he was feeling anything less than perfect. “I mean it, Forehead. You choose.”

“Um.” Apollo cleared his throat. “I...I guess I have a place in mind.”

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Klavier stared down at his food with more suspicion than Apollo had ever seen anyone have while looking at a bowl of ramen. “...Gavin?”

“This might contain more sodium than I consume in an entire week,” Klavier mused. He then picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. Apollo exchanged glances with Mr. Eldoon, who merely shrugged and returned to his station by his stockpot. Sighing, Apollo started eating, too. He’d given up on the notion of Klavier talking about what had happened, and honestly, he couldn’t blame him. There was a reason Apollo despised Kristoph like no other, even after all this time. The less said, the better.

“It’s good, right?” Apollo said, chuckling awkwardly. He wasn’t sure whether to go with small talk or stifled silence.

“My compliments to the chef,” Klavier said, loud enough so Mr. Eldoon could hear. He seemed unbothered, waving a hand in bare acknowledgement. “Anyway, what are your plans for the rest of the weekend, Herr Forehead?”

“The same thing I do every weekend - sleep, video games, more sleep,” Apollo replied. “How ‘bout you?”

“MIght go for a run tomorrow, it’s been some time,” Klavier said, popping a piece of chashu into his mouth. “But sleep sounds sehr gut, too. I worked more than usual this week, so maybe I should sleep in, get a massage…”

“Sounds...nice.” Apollo was starting to think silence was the better option. He felt seconds away from bursting with a dozen questions he knew he wasn’t going to get answers to. “Hey, are you - ”

“Do you - ” Klavier cut himself off with a soft laugh. “Sorry, you go first.”

“Are you feeling…” Apollo trailed off when he realized Klavier’s eyes were fixed on him intently; there was something in them that almost felt like a warning. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “Never mind, i-it’s not important. What were you gonna say?”

“Do you…” Klavier went quiet for so long, Apollo turned back to his ramen, intensely aware of how close they were sitting, how uncomfortable they both felt. “...regret coming with me?”

Apollo nearly choked on his noodles in surprise. “Oh - no, no, n-not at all! I mean, it’s not like I wanted to see him again, but...I’d hate to think what would’ve happened if you’d gone by yourself.”

Klavier hummed. “...then let’s not think about it, ja?” Just like that, he was smiling again. This time, it looked off somehow. “Herr Blackquill told me Taka made a nest in your hair the other day. Your forehead makes quite the landing zone, doesn’t it?”

“You shut it or I’m stealing your egg,” Apollo threatened, elbowing him. Klavier laughed, making a point to eat the remaining half of his soft-boiled egg before Apollo could snatch it from his bowl. Hesitating, Apollo set down his chopsticks. “Actually, y’know what? Never mind my ‘never mind’ - are we really not gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Klavier reached for his tea. “I asked if you regretted coming with me, you said nein. What else is there to say?”

“Oh, I don’t know, everything?” Apollo shot back, trying not to raise his voice. He didn’t want Klavier to think he was angry at him - after all, for once, he really wasn’t. He just wanted something, anything, aside from Klavier’s too-bright eyes and his indifferent smile. “Gavin, he - I - ”

“I think I liked it better when you called me ‘Klavier’,” he commented, taking a long sip.

“Don’t change the subject,” Apollo said, frowning. “Look, I-I’m not saying we have to talk about it now, but are you...okay?”

“I’ll be better once I get that massage,” Klavier said airily, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I should book it now before I forget. Personal massage therapists can be so finicky, you know? Especially when I want something specific.”

Apollo narrowed his eyes. “I see what you’re doing, Gavin.”

“Making an appointment? Ja, Forehead, very observant of you.” Klavier turned to look at him, then winked. “Don’t worry, you’ll have my full attention again in a moment. I know you’re desperate for it. Just be patient, bitte.”

“You are impossible to talk to,” Apollo grouched, picking up his chopsticks again. “Fine, I give up. I guess I won’t, quote-unquote, ‘get to know you’ after all.”

“Hey.” The sudden bite in Klavier’s voice made Apollo jump. “Don’t do that.”

“I - ” Apollo shrunk in his seat, simultaneously stunned and subdued. “...sorry. Sorry, that crossed a line. It’s just - you’re…”

“I hate it when you sound like him.” Klavier turned back to his own food, pocketing his phone more forcefully than necessary. “It happens more often than you think, you know.”

“I...didn’t realize.” Apollo tried, and failed, to clear the lump in his throat. They ate in silence for the next few minutes, painfully aware of how their legs were pressed together, how they kept brushing against each other’s elbows and shoulders. “Listen, um...I know it might not seem like I’m on your side most of the time, but...if you wanna talk about it, I’m here. No judgement.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Forehead,” Klavier said, though not unkindly. “Anyway, I won’t bother lying to you, I won’t insult your intelligence. I think I do enough of that in court. So...I’d rather not talk about it at all. Why bother?”

“Why bother?” Apollo repeated, confused. “You don’t wanna, I dunno, process your feelings or whatever it is you’re s’posed to do?”

“And then what?” Klavier sounded more bitter than angry now. “Talking about my feelings won’t make them hurt less.”

“I...guess not,” Apollo said slowly. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Right now, it seemed like nothing would bring Klavier any kind of comfort. “...besides, it’d be kinda hypocritical of me to ask someone to open up, huh?”

“I wouldn’t know. I...haven’t had the chance to get to know you, either.” Klavier finished his tea, then wiped his mouth. Another uncomfortable silence passed between them. “After all, it seems like neither of us is particularly forthcoming.”

Apollo shot him a bittersweet smile. “Yeah, that, uh, that about sums it up.”

Klavier then hung his head, almost as if he were ashamed of something, possibly himself. “...sorry, Apollo. I don’t mean to take this out on you, it’s just...I’m not used to this.”

“Visiting your brother?” Apollo guessed.

“Talking about mein Bruder.” Klavier gave Mr. Eldoon a grateful smile when he wordlessly came over to refill his tea. “Or talking to you, whichever one sounds better. Or, you know, worse.”

“Try all of the above?” Apollo suggested, managing to get a short laugh out of Klavier. “Hey, I’m just keeping our options open. And, um...it’s okay, Gavin, you’re fine. Things got...really rough back there. I don’t blame you for being...you know.”

Klavier nodded slowly, his expression inscrutable. Suddenly, he sat up like he’d just remembered something. “Ach, look at me - I still haven’t said danke schön for today!”

“Oh. You’re, uh, welcome?” Apollo turned back to his food and began shovelling noodles into his mouth, his face growing steadily warm; he wasn’t sure how else to respond.

“Wait, I haven’t actually done it yet,” Klavier chuckled, the light in his eyes gradually returning. “Danke schön, Herr Forehead, for coming with me to see Kristoph. For...cutting him off after he said...you know…”

“...that.” Apollo cleared his throat. “Yeah, I know.” They both went silent again, though it wasn’t nearly as stifling this time. Klavier waited patiently while Apollo finished his ramen, humming idly to himself. He seemed to be in better spirits now, though there was still a fog in the air that hadn’t quite lifted.

“I can tell you still have questions,” Klavier observed, right as Apollo was taking his last bite.

“I-I’m not gonna push it!” Apollo protested. “You don’t wanna talk, you don’t have to talk. Simple as that.”

“Pick the easiest one, then, and I’ll answer it. Just so you don’t walk away empty-handed.” Klavier’s smile was pleasant, friendly, as if he’d merely offered to play a game of twenty questions to pass the time instead. Apollo stared at him for a little too long, still unsure of how to figure Klavier out, if he’d ever figured him out.

“Okay. Um…” Dozens of questions seemed to flood Apollo’s mind all at once, none of which seemed “easy”. None of them seemed remotely appropriate to talk about here and now, not while they sat on rickety seats at a noodle stand on a colder-than-usual Saturday afternoon. He supposed there was one question that seemed less invasive in comparison, only he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer and all it implied. Apollo sucked in a breath. “Was he right about you, er…‘finding someone’?”

Klavier blinked. “...are you trying to ask me if I’m single?”

“Gavin, I swear to - ”

“Because I’d rather not get into it,” Klavier continued. “Ja, I don’t have anyone. But I do have someone. Someone who means a lot to me, even if...even though they barely give me the time of day. And...that’s all I want you to know.” His voice cracked slightly.

“I...oh.” Apollo was more confused than ever. “Fair enough, I guess.”

“I can’t believe that’s what you went with,” Klavier said, laughing quietly, more to himself than to Apollo. “Of all the things to ask about, achtung. My relationship status, Forehead, really?”

“Apparently.” Apollo finished his tea as well, then sat back with a satisfied sigh. “Well, this has been...awkward.”

Klavier couldn’t help but snort. “You don’t say.” He then softened. “I’m still grateful you’re here all the same. Even though it made you uncomfortable, you stuck around. Danke again, I mean it.”

“You needed someone to look out for you,” Apollo shrugged. “That’s why you asked me, right? Not ‘cos we don’t hang out enough or whatever that bullshit reason was that you gave me, but ‘cos...I-I was there. When it happened. I made it happen.”

Klavier stood, averting his eyes so Apollo couldn’t see his face. “You could’ve said no. To be honest, I was expecting it.”

“I’m sorry you expected it,” Apollo said, his voice barely above a whisper. For some reason, he felt as if he couldn’t speak at his usual boisterous volume. “And I’m not saying, y’know, sign me up again, but...if you ever go back...let me know, okay?”

Klavier merely hummed, then tossed a handful of bills in Mr. Eldoon’s direction before Apollo could even pull out his wallet. He wordlessly started heading across to the street where his car was parked, Apollo trailing after him. “What about you, Forehead?”

“Huh? What about me?” Apollo asked. He was really starting to get mood whiplash, though it definitely wasn’t the first time today or even the first time in the last ten minutes, not by a long shot.

Klavier smirked. “Have you…‘found someone’?”

“Wh-what the hell does that have to do with anything?!” Apollo exclaimed. “And even if I did, I-I wouldn’t tell you!”

“Then let’s keep our secrets, shall we?” Klavier sounded strangely serious all of a sudden; it sent a shiver up Apollo’s spine. “Let me take you home now, ja? I think we’ve had more than enough of...everything.”

“Agreed,” Apollo said, getting back into Klavier’s car.

The drive back to Apollo’s apartment would’ve been completely silent, if not for Klavier’s insistence on blasting the radio at nearly ear-splitting volume. It didn’t leave Apollo much room to be alone with his thoughts, though he supposed at a time like this, he was glad to not have the opportunity. He snuck the occasional glance over at Klavier, who seemed to be back to his usual self - drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, head bobbing along in time with the classic rock they were listening to, lifting a hand every so often to fiddle with his bangs. If Apollo didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought this morning never happened. He found himself wondering, of all the countless number of times he’d been around Klavier before, if he really was as calm, cool, and collected as he seemed to be.

“Have a good weekend, Herr Forehead,” Klavier said once he stopped outside of Apollo’s building.

“You too,” Apollo said, getting out of the car. He hesitated the moment his feet hit the sidewalk; he turned back to look at Klavier. “Hey, Gavin? Good luck with your...someone. There’s no point in me telling you, y’know, that you should think about moving on to someone who actually cares about you, ‘cos…” He swallowed. “...that’s just not how it works. You just - you end up feeling your feelings before you even realize you have feelings. And it sucks. Like, a lot.”

Klavier smiled ruefully. “Eloquent as ever, I see.”

“Gavin - ”

“But I appreciate the sentiment all the same,” Klavier finished, grinning. “Speaking from experience, are you?”

Apollo glared. “Gavin,” he repeated, more bitingly this time. Klavier merely laughed, tossing his head back as he did. His blindingly white smile was even brighter in the sunlight; everything about it seemed familiar to Apollo somehow.

“Ja, ja, I hear you,” Klavier said, still chuckling. “Auf Wiedersehen, Apollo.”

“See you around,” Apollo replied, waving as Klavier pulled away from the curb. He let out a long, desperately-needed exhale, then turned and headed into his building. Their conversation still felt disjointed, unfinished, and he knew he had to be okay with that. He had to, or he was never not going to think about Klavier and his indifferent smile ever again. Right as he reached his door, his phone pinged, informing him that he’d gotten a text message.

maybe we’ll get to know each other someday, ja?

Apollo bit back a smile, then sent a reply before heading inside.

I think I’d actually like that.

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a/n: Welcome to my third entry for Klapollo Week 2021! Continuity-wise, this is the first of seven fics, but again, there is no need to read the others to follow each fic on its own. So...this got angsty. Someday, I'd like to write a fuller version of this premise; I feel like Dual Destinies implies that Apollo and Klavier are closer than the way Apollo makes things seem, so I can definitely picture this happening. Also, I've mentioned this before, but I weirdly enjoy writing Kristoph despite him being, you know, Kristoph.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated. Hoping you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

#KlapolloWeek2021 #klapollo #kyodoroki #klapollo fic #ace attorney #ace attorney fic #myfic #long post #this got a liiittle angsty #also to the lovelies who run the archive blog (i hope this doesn't sound rude)#but i think my day two fic hasn't been archived yet! just letting y'all know #hope everyone's doing well!!

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queenlua · 3 years

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i realized that Simon Blackquill and Kristoph Gavin canonically overlap their prison terms for like 20 months

and then i went into a fugue state and just wrote a bunch of ridiculously self-indulgent Kristoph And Simon Sniping At Each Other. enjoy

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They bring the new prisoner in while Kristoph's enjoying his afternoon tea.

He tries to be discreet as he watches, stealing little glances between sips, watching over the top of the book he's reading. The new prisoner looks rough, and roughed up, with a long bruise marring his jawline, and his long hair arrayed in tatters. But he hardly looks beaten, walking with huge strides that the guards have to jog to keep up with. When one of the guards unlocks the cell directly across from Kristoph's, and the other moves to shove the man in, he dodges the shove with an enormous shrugging motion that, bizarrely, sends the guard cowering backwards. Then the man laughs, and walks into the cell of his own accord.

One the guards leave, Kristoph realizes there's a bird with him. With the prisoner, there in the cell. The sight's so improbable that for a moment Kristoph thinks it's some medieval bit of grotesque: a hungry bird left to peck the man's eyes out, or to nip at his toes when he tries to sleep. But it must be a pet, Kristoph realizes at length, watching how it clings to its shoulder, and then how it clacks across the floor, and walks close around the man's feet. O thin men of Haddam...

The man doesn't acknowledge Kristoph—doesn't even turn around to look at him, just stands in the center of his cell and stares at the wall.

Strange. But Kristoph's seen stranger.

When Kristoph's watched long enough, he clears his throat. "So. What did you do to get yourself locked up here?"

Here, meaning, the solitary cell block, far from the rest of the prison. He knows better than to expect someone to confess to their real crime outright.

The other man turns and stares long enough that Kristoph assumes he's going to be one of those tedious, taciturn types who speak only in grunts and two-word sentences. Then: "Some new fellows arrived a few days ago. Apparently they didn't care to break bread with a former prosecutor."

"Ah. So you're here for your own protection."

"No," the man says with a savage smile. "For theirs."

Kristoph looks closer. The bruise on his cheek is a slight thing; and the ragged cut of his hair, upon closer inspection, appears to be some sort of fashion choice.

The man is still smiling. You should see the other guy.

And, improbably, that's the moment Kristoph realizes he knows this man. The hair's different, the frame heavier, but the long face and those dark eyes are much the same. A man he remembers from melodramatic headlines some years ago, prosecutor confesses to cold-blooded murder: "You're Simon Blackquill."

The other man nods. "And you're Kristoph Gavin."

Kristoph stiffens.

Simon smiles again. "The Macnamara case. I never forget a face."

Yes. Blackquill did prosecute that one, didn't he. Kristoph doesn't care for the way the man's eyes are glittering, now. He can't quite remember how that case played out; it's been years. He smiles blandly and says nothing.

At ease now, Simon leans back in his little chair, hands behind his head as he scrutinizes Kristoph's abode—what he can see of it, at least. Taxidermy. Flowers. A violin. "Interesting," he decides at length. "And what about yourself? How were you brought to—" he reads a plaque "—Solitary Cell 13?"

"Oh, by request." When Blackquill raises a brow, Kristoph laughs: "Please. I'd hardly fit in with the riffraff down there in the main block."

Simon smiles thinly. There's an evaluative glimmer in his eyes, hawk and man staring at Kristoph as one. At last he says, mildly as though discussing the weather: "I should think a murderer would fit in quite well with his fellow murderers."

Oh. So he knows. Kristoph scowls. "So you're not an illiterate. Which paper reported on it?"

"None that I read," Simon says with a smirk. "I only had a hunch. Which you so kindly confirmed."

The arrogant little worm. Kristoph's right hand clenches around his teacup, unbidden. How he'd do anything to wipe the smug look off this man's face, how he'd like to—no, he reminds himself. Patience. He relaxes his hold on the cup, sets it back down primly. They have nothing but time, after all, and at the very least that time now promises to be more interesting.

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At two o'clock each day, the guard shift changes; Peterson and Mendez walk out, and Flynn walks in. Faithful Flynn, who brings Kristoph fresh loose-leaf tea each day, who brought him the water boiler and the teapot to fix them properly. Who's been receiving striking little bonuses in his bank account for the past six months.

Each day, Simon watches Kristoph drink, his expression inscrutable. The man's too much like his bird, Kristoph thinks. Too at ease staring and sitting still. He imagines the effect would serve him well in the courtroom, but here it's just tedious. Doesn't the man have something to read?

Still. After a few days of wordless stares, Kristoph whispers some instructions to his man. Flynn bites his lip. He doesn't like it. He does it anyway—finagling with the cell locks in a way that almost doesn't look like he's unlocking the things, then wandering down the corridor to very firmly look the other way.

"Would you care for some tea?" Kristoph calls across the hall to Simon, gesturing grandly at the little table and chairs he has set up.

Simon stares. "I haven't the taste for it."

"Come over to visit, at least. Your door's unlocked."

Simon scowls at that, like Kristoph has just confirmed something Simon already knew and didn't like.

"What, are you concerned about breaking some... rule? I assure you Flynn here is quite discreet." Kristoph nods at the guard he's been paying off for the past six months.

A flicker of contempt passes over Simon's face—Kristoph sees it, and is fascinated to see it. Even in prison, Simon must still have his precious little principles. He'd known the DA's office to have its share of honor-bound fools. He hadn't expected that spirit to survive in here.

"Come here," Simon says.

"What?"

"Bring your tea over here instead." Simon smiles apologetically. "I can't abandon Taka, you see. He screeches most piteously when we are parted."

Bring the damn bird over here, then, Kristoph thinks, then thinks better of it, because that creature probably molts or defecates or tears up furniture. No.

And besides—it's not about the bird, is it? That's just the excuse. He simply doesn't want to be the one to move.

They could stare at each other, see who caves first. But that could well end in stalemate, which is a far less desirable income to Kristoph than even his own concession, so—he stands, abruptly enough that Simon startles. He crosses the corridor, tea tray balanced perfectly in his left hand, opens both doors and closes them both neatly behind him.

Simon stands, relinquishing the dinky little chair he'd been sitting on with a gesture: "Please." Kristoph looks around for a place to set the tea tray—the only spot's a desk that's nailed into the wall, an awkward distance from the bed where Simon's sitting now. But it will have to do.

Simon doesn't drink the tea. But they talk a little. Trivialities. A book Simon is reading. Some chess puzzle Kristoph is working on.

The bird doesn't take his eyes off Kristoph the whole time.

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The tea becomes a regular occurrence. Always in Simon's cell, and Simon never drinks a drop.

"It's not poisoned, you know," Kristoph says once. Simon's only answer is a grunt.

Kristoph tolerates it—the brusqueness, the lapses into silence, the random glares—because he knows full well it will fade with time. Cannot help but fade with time. In the solitary block there's no one else to see, nothing else to do; they all take their exercise and their meals on their own. Who else can he talk to, have as a... friend?

Maybe Simon knows it, too. Because when Kristoph tries to touch him—in passing, during a conversation—Simon responds by grabbing him by the waist and hurling him onto the floor.

It happens so quickly Kristoph only barely has time to process it. One moment he's managed to get an actual chortle out of Simon, and he's reaching out to graze the man's cheek—then, the next, his head's cracked against something hard, his vision's streaked with violent darkness, and there's a sandaled foot pressing against ribcage.

He hears a quick flurry of footsteps and a metallic fumbling. Flynn, to the rescue. "Stay back," Kristoph wheezes, still lying on his back. "I'm fine."

Simon casts the guard a look of such blistering contempt that Kristoph's certain the man will be provoked, certain he's going to shout for help and rush in to wrestle Simon to the floor and make some huge tedious scene, from which Kristoph will have to claw back what little privileges and entertainments he's secured for himself, an utterly untenable waste—

But, no. The guard stays put. At length, Simon removes his foot, and Kristoph sits slowly, achingly upright. Simon's fists are clenched at his sides; he rather looks like he'd enjoy any excuse to punch. “Simon," he manages at last. "I thought we were friends.”

“Did you,” Simon says, flat as the back end of a blade.

"I was only going to wipe away a bit of dirt," he says, reaching out again—Simon flinches away, before Kristoph can touch, eyes narrowed to slits.

"No. You weren't."

Kristoph sighs as though talking to an unruly teenager. "Really, Simon, you must admit you're at least being a bit touchy—"

"You don't remember how you lost the Macnamara case, do you?" He doesn't give Kristoph a chance to answer. "These little tricks of yours, all these little manipulations—I mastered them first." Then he tilts his head upward, looking the guard dead in the eye. "I think it's about time for Mr. Flynn's shift to end. Don't you?"

Mr. Flynn stammers. And, so help him, if Flynn answers to anyone other than Kristoph he will wring the man's neck personally. "Flynn," Kristoph announces sharply, "I'll be returning now."

"I bet you will," Simon mutters, smirking.

"Yessir," Flynn says.

"I'll be back later," Kristoph says, with forced brightness, but Taka ruffles every feather on his body in answer.

#fanfiction #if you're reading this like: hey lua where is this train going #i don't know man. i legit don't #could be going to darkfic town #could be going to just a bunch of ridiculous petty sniping in a competition neither of them actually know the rules for #the characterizations could drift until everything is total nonsense #anyway once again i succeed in avoiding my main WIP by starting another... thing?#was kind of a fun exercise to see how much i could get done in one sitting #this was like ~4hr speedpaint

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erenaeoth · 3 years

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hot prosecutor and antenna boy

Sorry it took a while! I love these lads but it’s been a fresh minute since I last played AA!

Klavier Gavin

First impression

wow he’s flirting with Apollo before we even know his name. who is this guy who looks suspiciously like Kristoph… wow he came in with a lot of swag. seems kinda narcissistic and arrogant

Impression now

This poor tortured soul who’s so good at hiding his feelings. I only want gentle things for him, he deserves some peace and happiness. He’s so good at masking it all behind his public persona and flashy prosecutor skills, he seems like he just wants to curl up and be held by someone he trusts. Has there ever been a gentler character in these games ):

Favorite moment

Bear with me because I last played these 10 years ago. There’s at least one point where Klavier realises he’s in the wrong, and he doesn’t want the person on trial to be convicted, so whilst he’s prepared to give a good prosecution, he starts turning up all over the place and saying hey Apollo hey did you notice this thing, hey Apollo. And Apollo is mad because he didnt notice, and Klavier is actually a really bright guy and why is he helping the defence.

Also all Klavier’s pet names for people, and all the times where he stops smiling and is too upset to keep up an act so lets people see some of his vulnerability.

Idea for a story

I read so many good stories about him, and I think they all covered the ideas I would want to see fleshed out about him. I guess I’m always interested in gentle childhood moments that show it wasn’t always inevitable the way things would go. I’d love a story where we could see Kristoph maybe genuinely caring for Klavier.

Unpopular opinion

I don’t think I have an unpopular opinion about Klavier. I have some probably popular questions, like who tf would call their son ‘piano’.

Favorite relationship

Klavier has some great relationships. Of course I love his teasing relationship with Apollo, and how much genuine care and respect Klavier has for him, and how their friendship comes out of solid dependency. I also like the tragic relationships Klavier has with Kristoph and with Daryan, and the vulnerabilities they reveal in Klavier’s character, like his willingness to trust people.

Favorite headcanon

That Klavier and Kristoph had a somewhat tumultuous childhood that resulted in Kristoph doing most of the raising of his brother, and Klavier having a tendency to form unhealthy attachments to people who take charge, are somewhat dictatorial, and make him feel safe and watched out for.

Apollo Justice

First impression

short shouty boy. where is Phoenix? how does he do that with his hair. seems like a sweetie.

Impression now

is a sweetie. He’s had such a sad life and has been abandoned so many times, and yet has this resolute inner strength to keep going despite this. He could be the most tragic character in these games but he just keeps going and weathers it all… I’m really glad he found people who respect his abilities and treat him well.

Favorite moment

Every time he gets confused and flustered by Klavier.

Idea for a story

I haven’t played his latest games yet, so I’m excited to get all the details on his early life from those. I read some sad fanfics about his time working for Kristoph which worked really nicely to compliment his character and emphasise his in-game character arc even more. I’d love to see a story about young intern Apollo meeting young Klavier at Kristoph’s office.

Unpopular opinion

(Spoiler) At the time of playing, his family relation reveal with Trucy felt a bit shoehorned and weak. I do like that they find each other, but I feel like with some tweaking and foreshadowing, especially with either Phoenix or Kristoph causing them to end up at the same place, it might have worked better. It seems unfair to judge this before I’ve finished all the Apollo games though.

Favorite relationship

Oh, lots, but especially Apollo and Phoenix, and the infuriating Dad energy Phoenix gives off, and Apollo’s irritated but unending patience with him. And of course Klavier and Apollo, and the dynamic of flirty vs irritable but joint mutual respect and the implication they would do anything for each other. Honourable mentions to Apollo and Kristoph and the dismissive bastard energy of Kristoph and the way Apollo has to grow in confidence of himself to get out from Kristph’s influence. And Apollo and Trucy with how much Apollo looks out for her.

Favorite headcanon

That he didn’t really know who he was until he stopped working for Kristoph because his personality was so crushed by the desire to please him and get everything right. And that his hotheadedness and skill at his work are markers of him being given space to flourish and others putting faith in him.

#klavier gavin #apollo justice #ace attorney #game #send a character meme

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askaceattorney · 3 years

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Turnabout Memories

Hello and hap’piraki, everyone!

(Whoa... Déjà vu.)

Now that we’re finally nearing the end of this (*twitch, twitch*) year, and now that I’m preparing to step off this blog for a time, I’d like to take a moment to reminisce about all the ground we’ve covered since the day I first discovered the uniquely fun experience of Ask Ace Attorney.

It all began a few years ago when...

Oh, right -- this’ll probably be pretty lengthy, so I’ll continue below the cut.

It all began a few years ago when I discovered Ask Ace Attorney through a Google search. I don’t remember most of the details, but when I first found out about a blog that attempts to bring video game characters to life through blog posts and the power of imagination, I thought the idea was both strange...and amazing.

I’d only recently started getting into Ace Attorney at the time (after seeing Matthew Taranto’s hilarious mashup between it and the Kirby series), so I decided to send in a few letters and see if they’d get an answer. Sure enough, a few months later, I saw the first response to one of them! It was a pretty exciting feeling, to say the least.

I’d share that letter response here, but unfortunately, it included my real name, so we’ll have to save it for later. For now, here are a couple of the earliest ones from me: a deeply emotional one from Dahlia to Iris (a little far-fetched, maybe, but I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING, THE MOD), and a short, punny one from Moe to Phoenix. Not surprisingly, I enjoyed seeing the characters react to them in ways I found believable as much as I enjoyed writing these and several other letters. I knew the Mod (the only moderator here at the time) wasn’t affiliated with Capcom, but his character portrayals were spot-on each time, and my creative spark and love for Ace Attorney received some constant fuel for a while thanks to this blog.

And then...this happened. For a brief moment, I thought about how fun it would be to see if I could do what the Mod had been doing for so long, but then I decided it’d probably be better to leave it in someone else’s hands. Sure, I was a huge fan of Ace Attorney and its loveable characters, but did I really love them enough to pretend to be them on a hugely popular blog? Naaah.

I went over the rest of that story once before, so I’ll just give a brief recap here: my friend the Modthorne won the audition to become the next de Modder, I asked her if I could join, and then it ended up just being me here, followed by Mods Paups, Kristoph, and Maya. That’s the way we became the Ask Ace Attorney bunch.

So, when I first made my debut as the Commode Co-Mod, my only real strategy for answering letters was to emulate the Mod's style. I honestly wondered if I could accurately portray so many different personalities in a believable way, but, with a few hiccups along the way, I somehow managed to pull it off to some degree. I also started developing my own style and becoming less conscientious about how my portrayals looked (that definitely took some time, though), and worrying less about the blog’s popularity and overall performance review. That, I believe, was a big part of what made both of those steadily rise over time, until we ended up reaching and surpassing 12,000 followers! (I’m still geekin’ out about that one.) Just relaxing and going with the flow made things a lot easier for me, and apparently helped Ask Ace Attorney reach its current level of popularity. Something tells me that choice paid off in the end, and thank goodness.

I of course have to give credit to the popularity of Ace Attorney and its characters, as well as the Mod for giving me and the other moderators so much material to start off with, but I sure never expected my role in helping to build the Ace Attorney fandom’s strength and size to be quite this large. Heck, just getting to create things for so many people is a huge honor, so...what can I say to that, except a huge thank you to Capcom and the Mod?

Don’t worry, I’ll get to thanking all of you in just a moment. ; )

So, anyway, that’s all the general stuff. Let’s talk about the highlights of the last three years, now, shall we?

My first holiday-related post was an April Fool’s Day one, so let’s start there. We came close to hearing about Phoenix’s lawyer camp incident...

...gave a few of the characters a chance to ask some questions of their own...

...had a little run-in with some of the bad guys...

...and briefly opened the window into some characters’ minds.

We sure didn’t fool around when it came to fooling around, did we?

Then there was Halloween. We dealt with a creeper in the darkness...

...let one of the lesser-known characters go on a brief venture beyond the fourth wall...

...let some characters switch outfits and personalities for a short while...

...and paid homage to a classic interactive cartoon by letting them give out candy.

We sure had our fill of sweets and spooks, didn’t we?

And then there was Christmas, which included some of my favorite content. We enjoyed a musical performance by several members of the Ace Attorney cast...

...a less flattering musical performance by yours truly...

...a short play taking place in Pearls’s dreams...

...and a fan-made song parody about a non-canon (but believable) incident involving Phoenix and a reindeer.

(Sorry if that image cursed anyone for life, by the way.)

I don’t know about you, but I loved every bit of our holiday hijinks.

And of course, we can’t leave out some of the great moments that occurred on non-holidays, including Her Benevolence falling victim to a classic comedy gag...

...Pearls meeting herself from a different time period somehow...

...Apollo taking a trip to the Pokemon world in his dreams...

...Athena getting tricked into thinking she had passed on briefly...

...Trucy getting caught red-handed by Arnold Schwarzenegger himself...

...and, uh...this thing happening to Iris.

No idea what I was thinking back then. Sometimes you just have to go with the moment.

Not to mention one letter response that received an unexpected explosion of popularity. Edgeworth always did know how to drop a sass bomb, didn’t he? And one moment I’ll likely never forget is the letter regarding Athena’s hair. For the record, I thought the shorter hairstyle looked okay, but somehow I didn’t think she would feel the same way. Make of that what you will. X )

Of course, it wasn’t all fun times and laughter -- I ended up stepping on some toes by accident, making a few jokes in bad taste, struggling to keep a balance between blogging and the real world, and...well...

...that happened. I don’t regret a moment of it, though, because if Ace Attorney (and life) have taught me anything, it’s that powering through the less enjoyable moments in life is what makes us stronger, and what makes the good times that much more enjoyable.

But out of all the fun, hilarious, thought-provoking, and deeply touching moments that stood out in the last three years of blogging, the one I would say I enjoyed the most is this one. It was my first attempt at responding to a letter in character (with one of the biggest “characters” in the series, no less), but, as with many of my letter responses, it also included some of me in it -- specifically, the part where Athena tries to sound optimistic, but not too prideful. That was the sort of attitude I wanted to have whenever I answered letters -- I wanted to keep the fun and creativity of Ace Attorney and its characters going without injecting too much of myself into it. The series wasn’t mine, after all, and neither was the blog, so my main goal was simply to sound like the characters.

And with that in mind, let me just say this: If any of these letters (even one of them) have made you smile or laugh on an unpleasant day, made you think about things from a different perspective, or simply helped you suspend your disbelief for a moment and believe you’re actually talking to someone from a video game, then my goal has been reached.

Anyway, I didn’t mean for this to be my goodbye speech (I’m saving that for later). What it is is a sincere thank you for the fun and creativity that I and the rest of the moderators were able to engage in with all of you, thanks to our shared love of Ace Attorney, its characters, and its unique humor and depth. Every last piece of witty dialogue, every picture, every song, and every custom sprite (the last of which can be found here), was inspired by your creativity and willingness to participate in this imaginative collaboration work.

I hope you’ve enjoyed it at least half as much as I have. You guys are awesome.

-The Co-Mod

#Mod Post #Co Mod #Mod Commentary #Feel free to share any of your favorite moments that I missed

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sylvanfreckles · 3 years

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Day Three: Family

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Summary: A chance meeting with Klavier Gavin pushes Phoenix to invite the younger man to the company Christmas party. After all, no one should be alone for the holidays...not even a prosecutor.

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Snow was starting to fall as Phoenix Wright climbed the steps to the front of the prison, bottle of wine under one arm. He still didn't quite understand how his old friend had gotten to keep so many amenities in his cell, but that didn't really matter...Kristoph Gavin would be behind bars for the rest of his life.

He reached for the handle to the front door, only to jerk back when the door swung inward without his touch. For just a moment Phoenix stared, almost sure he was seeing Kristoph here in person, only for the slight difference in the man in front of him to sink in—hair and skin a shade darker, fewer lines in his face, dressed in an elaborate jacket that Kristoph would never have been seen dead in.

For his part, Klavier Gavin looked just as startled to see Phoenix. He recovered quickly, nodded his head to the defense attorney, then turned to the side to slip past him.

Phoenix adjusted his coat and ran one hand through his spiky hair. He didn't hold anything against the young prosecutor—they'd both been deceived by Kristoph all those years ago. It was just still awkward, sometimes, now that they were working in the same city again.

“Are you going to see my brother, Herr Wright?”

He paused and glanced back over his shoulder to find Klavier looking up at him from a few steps down. He had his hands jammed in his pockets, and was staring at the bottle tucked under Phoenix's arm.

“He's still allowed visitors, isn't he?” Phoenix asked. Damn, he hadn't even thought to check...just assumed.

Klavier made a face and crossed his arms over his chest. “He won't see anyone.”

Phoenix let the door close and studied the younger man for a moment. “Anyone?”

“Not even me...not even his family.”

Blowing out a sigh, Phoenix leaned back against the railing that ran up the center of the prison's front steps. “Do you know why?”

Klavier's eyes met his briefly before looking away. He was uncharacteristically subdued, with no sign of the flamboyant prosecutor that had made Apollo's first cases so challenging. “He says he doesn't want pity.”

“Pity?” Phoenix frowned. He could imagine Kristoph saying something like that, but there was no way Klavier would actually act that way. From everything Phoenix had heard the younger Gavin still held his older brother in high regard—Kristoph had practically raised him, after all.

“It's his way,” Klavier shrugged.

Phoenix shifted away from the railing and took the few steps to be closer to the young prosecutor. “Are you all right, Klavier?”

Klavier shrugged again. He met Phoenix's eyes for another brief second before looking out over the empty steps and blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “He's all I have, Herr Wright. He's never...I didn't want it to be like this.”

With a grimace, Phoenix looked away. It was hard...they'd both been deceived by Kristoph, and they'd both had a hand in making sure he stayed behind bars for good. And while that had been the first steps for Phoenix getting his life back after losing his attorney's license, it had been one final loss on top of a year of losses for Klavier.

“Hey,” he grabbed Klavier's arm as the younger man was turning to leave. “We're, uh...we're having a party. At the office. You should come.”

Klavier stared at him with raised eyebrows. “With Herr Forehead and all the little frauleins? I'm not so sure I'd be welcome.”

“It's not like that,” Phoenix scoffed.

“And what is it like?” Klavier challenged. “Hmm? My brother won't accept your pity so you try to force it on me?”

“This isn't pity!” Phoenix dropped the wine, not caring if the bottle shattered on the ground, and took Klavier's other arm to force the younger man to face him. “This isn't about pity, Klavier. This is about friendship. About family. About being together to...to celebrate what we do have.”

Klavier's head was lowered and his shoulders slumped in Phoenix's grasp. “Herr Wright...”

“You know Apollo and Athena respect you. Hell, Trucy asks about you all the time...and it's not just us who'll be there, Edgeworth's coming.”

Edgeworth. High Prosecutor Edgeworth. Klavier almost perked up at that, glancing up at Phoenix through his bangs.

Encouraged, Phoenix went on. “I invited a few old friends from the police force, and Athena's bringing a couple of students she's tutoring. Maya and Pearl are coming...Larry will probably show up whether I invite him or not...” He knew Klavier didn't know half these people, but something about the thought of the young prosecutor spending the holiday season alone was just unbearable.

Impulsively, Phoenix pulled Klavier into an embrace, right on the steps of the prison. “You're not alone,” he murmured. “You've still got us, Klavier. I know it's not the same, but...please. You've got us.”

Klavier froze for a moment, then his arms came up to wrap around Phoenix. God, when was the last time someone had hugged this kid? “Danke, Herr Wright. I'll try.”

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Larry had finally given up on trying to spike the punch and was by the table with Maya, engaged in an all-out competition to see who could make the most disgusting plate of meatballs. So far Maya was in the lead, Phoenix thought, with her creative use of wasabi and chocolate syrup, but Larry had downed that like a champ and was creating an abomination with tartar sauce, whipped cream, and a jar of pickled onions he'd dug up somewhere.

A knock on the door pulled Phoenix out of his conversation with Edgeworth, and when he opened it he was pleasantly surprised to find Klavier on the other side, holding up a box from the bakery like a peace offering.

“Herr Wright,” Klavier began, hesitantly, but a squeal from behind Phoenix had the older man jumping out of the way.

“You came!” Trucy yelled. She wrapped her hands around Klavier's forearm and tugged him into the room. “We've been waiting—why are you late? I need you on my team for trivia, Athena and her kids are trouncing us and Polly's no good with anything other than nerd stuff!”

There was a protesting “Hey!” from the corner where Pearl was presiding over a game of trivia (currently Trucy and Apollo vs Athena and her students).

“Trucy, let the man take off his coat first,” Phoenix complained as he rescued the bakery box before Trucy's enthusiasm sent it crumbling to the floor.

“Never!” Trucy shouted. “Take no prisoners!”

“But you're taking one now!”

“Never!”

Phoenix dropped the box on the table, wincing as Larry immediately dived into it for an eclair to add to the monstrosity he was about to force-feed Maya, and chased after Trucy and Klavier. “Klavier, quick! I'll distract her and you can run!”

Klavier was already laughing, and he simply shrugged out of his coat as Trucy shoved him down to sit next to Apollo. “No, no, the fraulein's honor must be avenged.”

“Yes! Take that, Athena! We're here for vengeance!”

Phoenix held his hands up in surrender and picked up the prosecutor's coat to drape over the back of the couch with the other winter jackets and retreated.

“I didn't realize your parties would be so...enthusiastic, Wright,” Edgeworth observed when Phoenix returned. His expression was carefully controlled as usually, though a muscle in his cheek was twitching as he watched Maya take a big bite of Larry's disgusting meatball-and-eclair combination.

“Yeah, well,” Phoenix shrugged. “Sometimes family's like that.”

Edgeworth snorted, though Phoenix was pretty sure that was just to cover a gag as Maya swallowed down the last bite of Larry's creation. “Indeed.��

Phoenix smiled, looking from where Maya was triumphantly pulling a jar of Vegemite out of her pocket (to Larry's horror) to where Trucy was pumping both hands in the air in victory at Klavier's first correct trivia answer. “Yes, indeed.”

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(The Ace Attorney series is the second of my top three video game series that I’m writing for. There was some headcanon here, but I hope you enjoyed it!)

Next Time: Warmth - “Yes, of course. Because a cold nose to the jugular is such a renowned aphrodisiac.”

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Day Two - Master List - Day Four

#ace attorney #fanfic #phoenix wright #klavier gavin #trucy wright #miles edgeworth #kristoph gavin (mentioned)#Christmas #friendship #post-dual destinies #angst #klavier needs a hug #twelve days of fictmas 2020

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jayrart · 4 years

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HPHM Profile

Character Profile template is from @hogwartsmysterystory

Identity

Name: Jenny Callisto Romero

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Birth Date: December 12

Species: Human

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Ethnicity: Hispanic

Nationality: American, British

Residence: Romero Forest Manor

Myer Briggs Personality Type:INFP-T The Mediator

The Mage

1st Wand: Eleven-inch Redwood wand Unicorn Hair core

2nd Wand:Ten-inch Alder wood wand Phoenix Feather core

Animagus: Munchkin Cat

Misc Magical Abilities: Zoolingualism- can speak with animals and understand them.

Boggart Form: Her Aunt Bianca

Riddikulus Form: N/A

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Honey, Roses, Apples, Mint

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Fresh laundry, Forest, Sandalwood,

Patronus: Jaguar (family trait from mother side)

Patronus Memory: finding out she can speak with animals

Mirror of Erised: relaxing with her family back home

Specialized/Favourite Spells:Bambarda, Disillusionment, Silencio, cheering, Ferula, Orchideous, Colovaria

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

Voiceclaim: N/A

Game Appearance:

Height: 5'2

Weight: 147 pounds

Physique: Average

Eye Colour: Lime Green that glows in low light

Hair Colour: Black

Skin Tone: Light tan

Body Modifications: Stephanie's gifted earrings

Scarring: the Aztec symbol for death (Miquiztli) between shoulder blades

Other: Birthmark under left eye, Right shoulder, stomach, Inner left thigh, bottom right foot, and light heart shape one on her back. purple hair clip on the right side (Jacob gave it to her before he left.)Pearl bracelet on the left hand (past down from her mother)

Inventory: Potions (Draught of Peace, Wiggenweld Potion, Invisibility Potion, Memory Potion, Wideye Potion), Journal with her forgotten memories (Jacob wrote down memories that their parents obliviated from Jenny), Wand, Hair ties, Journals, Pens, Snacks, Animal food.

Fashion:

Winter/Autumn: sweater, layers, warm tone colors

Spring/ summer: flowy, simple, pastel colors

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Thunderbird

Affiliations/Organizations:

Prefect

second-order of the Phoenix

Auror department

Professions: Auror, Later becomes a healer at school

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Flying: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Herbology: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Electives:

C.O.M.C:★★★★★★★★★★

Muggle Studies:★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Ancient Runes:★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Quidditch: Only friendlies

Extra Curricular:

Potions club

Frog Choir

Favourite Professors:

McGonagall

Flitwick

Snape

Least Favourite Professors:

Rakepick

Relationships

Brother:

Name: Jacob Vincent Romero

Age:20

Eye: Teal

Hair: Dark Brown, Wavy

Height: 5'11

Schoolhouse: Slytherin

Info:

He left during winter break to keep his family safe.

Was going to tell Jenny but decided not to. She saw him leave

Also Zoolingualism

Expert at Non-verbal magic

Learn to Apparition by himself

Extremely smart

Heir to the Romero family funds but passes it down to Jenny

Shy around strangers

Hates crowds

Misc Siblings:

Name: Dalton Nash Romero (baby brother)

Age: 1

Eye: Skyblue

Hair: Brown, Curly

Name: Cordelia Roselind Romero (baby sister)

Age:1

Eye: Skyblue

Hair: Brown, Wavy

Info:

Born at the start of Jenny's 5th year

Unexpected

Doesn't have the Zoolingualism gene

Father:

Name: Kristopher Vulcan Romero

Age: 43

Eye: Blue

Hair: Black, Wavy

Height: 6'1

Schoolhouse: Slytherin

Job: Auror

Info:

One of the strongest Aurors

Has a brother and sister

Traveled to America when Voldemort started to gain followers (orders for parents because he was the youngest)

Met his wife after a bad accident. Eventually got married and had Jacob and Jenny before moving back home.

Was divested when Jacob left and tried everything he could to find him.

Regrets not being around due to work

Mother:

Name: María Celeste Gallegos

Age 40

Eye: Emerald Green

Hair: Brown, Curly, Knee length

Height :5'6

Schoolhouse: Thunderbird

Job: Healer

Info:

Comes from a family of 13 (2 Parents and 11 kids)

One of the 5 kids of her family with Ancient blood

family of healers

Moved to England after her sister tried to kill Jenny

Part of a special healer unit (basically the ICU) at St. Mungo's

Takes time off after Jacob left to comfort Jenny

Emotionally unstable for 2 years until she eventually comes to terms

Love Interest: Jae, Barnaby, Cristiano (Au)

Best Friends: Rowan, Tonks, Barnaby, Charlie, Bill, Jae, Badeea, Talbott, Chiara, Andre, Merula

Rival: N/A

Enemy: Rakepick, R, Bianca

Dormmates: Rowan, Liz, Merula, Ismelda

Pets: owl, dog, cat, Abraxan (back home)

Closest Canon Friends: Tonks, Barnaby, Charlie

Closest MC Friends:

Stephanie @hanihonii

Dia @dia-m-o

Samuel @moko-sh

Kyril @kyril-hphm

Cristiano @chrisception13

Luna @lunasilvermorny

Helene @heleneplays

Septimus @brothergrimm71

Ethren @hogwartsmysterystory

Flavio @sirfluffig

Background/History

Pre Hogwarts: Jenny was born in the US and lived there for 2 years. She was proclaimed the heir of the Gallegos fortune due to her strong Magical Abilities. This angered her Aunt Bianca so much that she abused Jenny. Often hitting, yelling, and cursing her but she would always obliviate her memory after. She cursed Jenny making it so she was unable to have kids (unless they are born with strong powers). When she was unsuccessful she decided to just kill her off by marking her for death and sacrificing her to Tezcatlipoca. Jenny's mother found out about everything her sister has done and fought with her before leaving the country and moving to England. They once more obliviated Jenny's memories and forbidden her from leaving the Manor. She was fine with that until Jacob went off to school and both her parents started working longer hours. Her aunt who is a Muggle would often come over to babysit Jenny and show her a lot of muggle things. But One day a death eater made their way into the Manor sent to kill Jenny as a warning to her father. Her Aunt got in the way to protect Jenny from dying in front of her. Her father was able to make it before the death eater was able to finish their task. Not wanting his daughter to remember seeing the death of her aunt he once more obliviated her memories. After that Jenny became very lonely and depressed when she was left alone. Often having nightmares of her forgotten memories. When Jacob ran away she broke down mentally and physically refusing to eat and never leaving her room. Once her Hogwarts letter arrived she began to open up again.

1st Year: Jenny is excited to finally go to school and explore other places outside the manor ground. She isn’t really used to talking to others so she comes off as odd. Often mimicking others’ actions and personality. She doesn't focus on any of the vaults and just pays attention to school and friends. You would see her exploring and talking to people and animals often.

2nd Year: The start year is similar to her first year. Often hanging around Rowan, Merula, Barnaby. Once the Ice vault starts to affect her and her friend Jenny takes an interest. When she found notes left behind from her brother she became invested in finding him. Jenny starts to sneak around closed-off areas of the school and in the forest at the end of the year.

3rd Year: she meets Tonks at the start of the year and joins her for pranks. Eventually meeting Tulip and things got very very chaotic whenever the three are together. She starts to spend a lot of time with Barnaby. Eventually, he finds out about her ability and they become really close. They were often seen with one another, and everyone thinks they are dating but they aren't. As the vaults become more dangerous Jenny starts to get more involved so she can protect her friends.

4th Year: She meets Charlie this year and starts to hang out with him and Bill. They both become a brother figure to Jenny. They even take her back to their place during the holidays. She focuses less on the vaults this yeah and more on her friend. Eventually going on a date with Barnaby without knowing it and being her date to the dance. Jenny still got in trouble for looking for the vault in the woods and ends up in detention.

5th Year: When the year starts Jenny was ready to start looking for any clues but because of detention she wasn't able to. She actually starts developing a crush on Jae. When Rakepick shows up Jenny does not like her at all. She didn't say anything because she didn't want to be rude, but when Snape said not to trust her Jenny told him her thoughts. As year 5 continues Jenny became more stressed but didn't show or told anyone. She helped others with their problems to ignore her own. Once at the vault, she tried to talk to the dragon, but when Rakepick attacked there was nothing she could do but fight it. when Jenny found Jacob she was happy it was finally over. (It was the first time anyone has seen her cry) of course, when he eventually left she was really hurt ,but she put that to the side and tried to help her friends that have been hurt both physically and mentally. Before going home she goes back into Jacob's office and finds the journal that is full of all the obliviate memories. After being taken from mad-eye Jenny returns home and reads the journal. She loses all the trust of her friends and family and locks herself away from everyone the entire summer

6th Year: Jenny tried to hide her emotions and make things back to normal like things where before, but ultimately failed when she noticed everyone acting strange. She literally was doing everything to help her friends, find her brother and the next vault, and keep her grades up that she neglected her health. She rarely slept or eat and the only time she did was because Snape made her. ᴴᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃᵈᵐᶦᵗ ᶦᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ. When Rowan was killed Jenny literally broke. She was a mess cry and screaming as she held on to her lifeless body. After that, she joins Merula and Ben wanting to kill Rakepick. Once she finally meets back up with Jacob she confronts him for running away. Before he leaves again she hands the hair clip to him and makes him promise to bring it back once everything is done. Once Alanza arrives at the school Jenny didn't like her at all. She felt like Alanza was trying to take Roman's place.

7th Year: Jenny gets engaged to Barnaby to help him from being forced into an arranged marriage. They become more of a couple then just friends to make the marriage work eventually Jenny does fall for him.

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War: Becomes an Auror after school joining Tonks and becoming an apprentice of mad eye. Joins the Order helps with Intel, investigating, and spying. Fights at the battle and finally is confronted by her aunt. Jenny is able to kill her after everything she has done.

Post-War: Jenny still works as an Auror until her 50 where she becomes a healer at the school. Jenny becomes pregnant a few months after the war but loses her kid before they were born. During one of Jenny's assignments, she finds an infant child whose family was killed. Knowing that the child has no other family Jenny adopts him and raises him as her own. Jenny eventually gets pregnant again and had a girl named Melody who has the same powers as her.

Old Age & Death: Jenny is 97 when she dies of old age.

Personality

Good: Loyal, Loving, Kind, Optimism, Adventurous, Resourceful, Bold, Playful, Affectionate, Funny, Smart, Lively, Strong, Reliable, Determined, Cheerful, Friendly, Honest, Easygoing

Bad: Wild, Talkative, Rowdy, Fidgety, Cunning, Silly, Careless, Foolish, Impulsive, Sarcastic, Secretive, Clumsy, forgetful

Misc

Talents: Singing, Playing the Piano & Guitar, Baking, Ice Skating,

Knew that something was off with Rakepick

Actually really good at potions but doesn't like to show off (snape knows but doesn't want it to go to her head)

Goes to the forbidden forest when she is upset to speak with the animals

It's strange to see Jenny when she is serious because she acts like a completely different person.

She stopped growing so she wears heels

Joined the order because of Tonks

When she goes home she invites Barnaby to stay, so he doesn't have to go back to his place if he feels uncomfortable.

The Romero family has 3 house elves but they are all "free". They were bought and set free the very same day, but given an option to say and look after the house and kids while they were at work in exchange for housing and food.

Never had a real friend until she started school.No one other than the family has seen her up until then.

#hphm #hphm mc #jenny romero #jenny profile #hogwarts mystery #romero family #feel free to ask me any questions

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Klavier really should have expected something like this.

What was it that his family used to say about him? Something about having the best luck about the worst things, he thought, and wasn't that delightfully prophetic of them. His first case was the resounding success that collapsed the courts into the dark age of the law, his band gave him all of the fame he could ask for with decreasing returns on creative satisfaction, and his best friend of several years ago was standing in front of him in the hall on his first day back as a prosecutor.

His best friend who he had not spoken to since he left, and who was staring at him like he was a stranger. Klavier Gavin's luck struck again.

He didn’t know why he was surprised. Nearly seven years was plenty of time for a new degree and a new badge no matter how devastating the setback had been at the time, and it would have been ridiculous to expect Sebastian Debeste to be anywhere else after the work he put in. Klavier knew that time didn't stop for other people, just because he'd been gone - but it was a different feeling, confronted with the evidence that he'd missed things. He'd missed seven years of things, and in that moment it felt like a wholly unnecessary move.

Sebastian had grown his hair out. The ponytail was pulled around the side of his head, brown curls falling down the front of an outfit that said "professional" more than "student." He'd traded in the extendable pointer for a real conductor's baton, and his straight-backed posture seemed more relaxed and natural than a show at being something he wasn't. And he was tall - Klavier had stood at least a head above Sebastian the whole time they were at Themis, but Sebastian had inherited his father's height after all and was at least eye-to-eye with Klavier, if not a little taller.

He wasn’t sure he even really knew this person anymore, and the only person he could blame for that was himself.

"Ah," was his breathtakingly eloquent first syllable, followed by a too-long pause before the stunning follow up of, "Sebastian. How... nice to see you."

"Klavier." Was it worse that his voice was the same, that Klavier could tell from the way that Sebastian shifted his weight and glanced beyond him that he was uncomfortable? Even the things that were the same were different, because that voice used to greet him warmly and that hint of discomfort had always been directed at someone else. "I, uh, I hadn't heard you'd gotten back?"

He wouldn't have, he didn't say, because Klavier hadn't called. Not when the tour took off, not when it ended and they were recording at a studio that was maybe twenty minutes away if traffic was good, and not when Klavier decided now was a good time to upend his life again, because success just wasn't enough to keep him from looking behind him. He barely remembered that one last call, and he didn't remember at all if he'd said goodbye at the end of it. "Yeah, decided to keep the news off of social media for a while. No need to bring chaos to the office on my first day, right?" He flashed a winning smile, and only realized his mistake a moment later when Sebastian's frown deepened.

It was the smile he used for cameras and audiences, and something in Sebastian's face said he'd realized that. "Right. How com- ...considerate of you."

For a (nostalgic, silly) moment, Klavier wanted to know what the wrong word would have been. It was the kind of thing that used to get Seb mocked behind his back, but Klavier always found it kind of charming - a very human mistake from someone so anxious about being more than he was. Sebastian could make whatever claims about his skill he wanted to and puff up his chest like a little bird when he got praise in class, but Klavier preferred the boy who once accidentally called Professor Courte a first-rate protractor to her face, hidden behind all of the bluster and distraction.

It was too soon to say if that boy Klavier used to know was still in there, or if this more-refined version of his friend was a hint that Sebastian finally found a way to let that part of himself go. He could find out, he realized, and it would be as easy as letting the shine of stardom drop and asking if he could show Klavier around the office. If he was back anyway, if he was really thinking about making a second go at the prosecutor thing, then wasn't he allowed a second go at this, too? If Sebastian would let him. If they weren't too different now.

But that wasn't really what he was here for, was it?

"For heaven's sake, Klavier, I'm not asking you to give up your life for me. Keep that ridiculous band of yours if you really must. All I want is for someone I trust to keep an eye on my former subordinate - surely you've heard who he went running off to, and what that implies about his credibility. Surely you won't sit idly by while your brother is falsely imprisoned, or does upholding justice not mean as much to you anymore?"

He'd been back for five minutes, and it had only taken three of them to knock him into uncomfortable territory. Seven years of careful avoidance, and he hadn't gotten as far as the elevators before he was right back where he started. The whole ridiculous plan had been a mistake; let Kristoph prove his own conspiracy theories. For now, Klavier needed a quick getaway and a few hours of hiding in his office, away from the unfair distraction of those big, brown eyes.

"We could get coffee sometime?" Sebastian was fiddling with the baton, twirling it between his fingers instead of bending it to a dangerous degree. The smile on his face was nervous, but it was definitely a smile - small and unsure, but hopeful. Klavier felt pinned by it. "I mean, I'm sure you're busy so if you don't have time for that, I get it. It just seems like a nice opportunity, since you're in town and I'm... also. In town." The smile was not less genuine, even if it was starting to look a little strained.

"Coffee?" Klavier managed.

"Or tea. Or, uh. There's a new smoothie place down the road." The smile was very strained, and Sebastian twirled the baton faster. Alarmingly, Klavier felt the vice-grip on his chest tighten a little. "Yes fantastic, Sebastian, offer him a smoothie, Kay would be so proud." The mutter, which Klavier definitely wasn't supposed to hear but was too loud for him to ignore, coaxed something genuine to his own face.

An excuse. He needed any excuse that gave him time to dash for the elevators and freedom. Anything.

"I missed you."

Klavier didn't know which one of them said it. It hung in the air between them, almost echoed in the quiet hallway, and he knew the wide-eyed look on Sebastian's face was exactly mirrored on his own. It didn't seem to matter where it came from; it was true, either way.

Well, Klavier thought, somewhere between a dizzy kind of happy and a frantic kind of nervous, You're really in it now. Say hello to your day job for a while, rockstar. "I could do coffee," he said. "Or a smoothie, if you had your heart set on that."

Sebastian chuckled, and it sounded exactly like Klavier remembered. "Coffee is fine. I'm in the middle of a case right now, but maybe tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, when it finally sinks in that I have to get up early all the time, now? Sounds perfect." And, because Sebastian was starting to eye the elevators again and that felt like too little to leave him with: "I'm glad it was you."

"Me?" He cocked his head to the side; when his hair was shorter, the gesture would make his curls bounce. As it was, it still made him look like a curious bird, a description he pretended annoyed him when Klavier teased him about it.

"The first person I ran into, getting back. I'm glad that was you."

#ace attorney #sebastian debeste #klavier gavin #klavbastian #aa #aai2 #aai2 spoilers #for clarification!#in aa4 the judge says something about klavier returning #so my headcanon is that he pursued music after the gramarye case #and it was in part to run away from the fact that something about the case felt OFF #so there's been a seven year gap for him too #i've been wanting to write something for this pairing for a while #this won't be the last you'll see of it here

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