fic: True Crime and Chill
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bonnefoisTitle: True Crime and Chill
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2338
Summary: Dating Ema means listening to every true crime podcast on the internet together.
Author's Note: kink meme: anything Nahyuta/Ema, preferably fluff to break the dry spell.
Murderino.
The stuff she had him listening to was My Favorite Murder, The Trail Went Cold, and a fictional Youtube series. (I based in on some of Rob Dyke's style, but it's just a fictional series.)
AA6 spoilers. Also the summary doesn't note it, but it's largely period h/c fluff.
Ema hummed to herself as she shelved old evidence. Nahyuta was just behind her, with another box. He may have been the Prince Regent, but he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
"Another case solved," she said. "Hey, Nahyuta. Where's your cold cases?"
"There are no cold cases in Khura'in," Nahyuta said.
"Seriously? Not a single one?" Ema said.
"The Divination Seance tells all. I must warn, even implying that cases could go unsolved is a grave insult to Her Benevolence. In the previous regime, it would be an executable offense," Nahyuta said.
"Dang," Ema said. She really needed to update her notes on what gravely insulted the future Queen. She already accidentally embarrassed her by pointing out her love of Plumed Punisher, which was apparently supposed to be an open secret that no one talked about or remarked about.
She'd so looked forward to delving deep into the evidence room and solving things on her spare time, too. Ema puffed out her cheeks. Now what was she going to do?
A notification pinged on her phone. She glanced and saw about three of her podcasts had updated today. Oh yeah, the internet existed, and it loved unsolved murders almost as much as she did.
"Well, I'm going to head in early. My back is killing me. Do you have any extra time to spend with me tonight?" Ema said hopefully.
"For you, I will make time," Nahyuta said.
What a guy, she thought to herself, as she headed back.
*
Three hours later, it was chocolate and carbs time. Technically, it was always chocolate and carbs time, but this time she chased it down with some Advil and a heating pad.
Thankfully, the only murders that showed up today were on her podcasts. Well, except for the morning debate over breakfast with her about man buns, where she'd been utterly destroyed. He'd solved the debate by putting his hair up and showing just how good they could be. She still was reeling that he'd personally made man buns wonderful again after Prosecutor Gavin had ruined them for seemingly forever.
In fact, his hair was still up as he came in.
The room was almost completely full up with bookcases, and books which had cost a fortune to send over, but she couldn't bear to be parted with. It was small, but hey, it was free and she got to live in the castle and just across the hall from him. Which meant for plenty of sneaking over to his room after hours.
Ema drew up the thick beige comforter and patted the bed beside her. "I've got something I think you'd like."
She pulled out her laptop, and flicked through her podcast feed, until she came to just the one she wanted.
"Is this what you meant?" Nahyuta said, with a faint smile.
"Did you think I was trying to seduce you? You're going to want to wait a little bit, or it'll be very...messy," she said.
"I surmised, from the increased amount of laundry, chocolate consumption, and the fact that I had to personally keep you from throwing candy at foreign visiting prosecutors. Also, you're wearing sweatpants. Red sweatpants," Nahyuta said.
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Great deducing, Sherlock. Maybe next you'll help me figure out where the power cord is."
Nahyuta serenely lifted up the cord she'd spent the past half hour looking for.
"It was a rhetorical question," Ema muttered. "Also, why didn't you tell me you had it all along?"
"I didn't. I merely found it a few moments ago, hidden beneath your pillow."
So that'd explain why she couldn't get comfortable. She thought it was just a time of the month thing.
He leaned in and kissed the side of her temple, and said those magic words: I brought your 'Snackoos.'
She tore at the bag. She'd already used up the bag she'd taken with her, and the rest of her stash was across the room. Moving wasn't exactly in her plans until everything stopped hurting.
"I do not mind messy. However, this does not seem to be setting this kind of mood. What is it you have planned for tonight?"
"It's podcast time," Ema said.
His brow furrowed. "A...podcast? I haven't found this in my research," Nahyuta said.
"I guess you could say it's something like independent radio online? That's not quite it, but close, I think," she said.
"So, it is a form of music?" Nahyuta said.
"Nope--well, I guess some of it is. Some of it is educational, others are humorous, or even stories, like old time radio serials. Here, let me bring up some of my favorites."
He nestled under the covers beside her. She curled in close. "If I bleed on you, I'm not paying for the dry-cleaners," Ema said.
He chuckled. "I'm not climbing into your bed with anything that can't be washed. You'd leave chocolate stains," he said.
Ema shrugged at that. She couldn't exactly deny it. Besides, it was hard to be mad at anything when he rocked a magnificent messy man bun with wispy strands of silver falling down, even if she was in the middle of carb and Advil week.
Ema turned it over to a website with a cat logo. "We're going to start from the verrrryy beginning."
"How interesting. Is this a podcast about cats?" Nahyuta said.
Ema broke into a big smile. "No, something even better: a podcast about murder."
As the jangly acoustic theme song started, he opened up the bag and started to feed her Snackoos. It almost made her monthly bleed, carb and rage week tolerable.
*
An hour and a half later, Ema eagerly looked over for Nahyuta's reaction. Sure, she had peeked from time to time, but he was so hard to read, it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.
"Sooooo. What did you think?" Ema said hopefully.
"These women are rather irreverent about death," Nahyuta said.
"That's all part of the fun," Ema said.
"It was certainly an educational experience," he said.
"Oh, it's just for fun. If you want hard facts about murder podcasts, I listen to about fifty more."
He raised his eyebrows. "Fifty?"
"Yeah, the internet is really dedicated to discussing and solving murder. That, and cats," she said.
Because the episodes were so long, Ema took a break and switched to a website with a background of dark trees about cold cases. It was a total throw back to the days when she stayed up to watch Unsolved Mysteries, and daydreamed in class about how she would be the one to solve those mysteries, as soon as she could get let loose with her fingerprint dust and the rest of the science kit she'd gotten through the mail.
The creepy music ended, and the host finished through. Nahyuta focused. It was good it was one she'd already heard, because it was hard to focus on the podcast when her boyfriend looked like he was transcending into prosecutor nerd god mode. Really, it was damn hard to focus when he smirked and mocked the defense's desperate bluffs.
Even more when he looked so dedicated and intelligent as he sped-read his way through a pile of books in a single night. Just as the host started to go to a commercial about socks, Nahyuta lifted his hand. "Pause it, please."
"Did you notice something?" Ema said eagerly.
"Yes... There is no Accused?"
"There isn't enough evidence to try him yet, but Shaun sounds really guilty. Like how he was the last one to leave, and was seen carrying several plastic bags? Thaaat's got guilty all over it."
"Despite there being no security footage, it says there was a piece of material left on the one window. Could it have not been analyzed?"
Ema tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. "Without a body, it'd be hard to try. The evidence seems pretty circumstantial. There isn't even a murder weapon. Still, his story is really shaky under the evidence."
"Hmm," Nahyuta said. He turned over his notebook to another page. "Shall I turn it back on?" Nahyuta said.
"Wait, lemme check the subreddit. It said they released pictures there."
Nahyuta frowned." I have heard things about this place. Do these these 'subreddits' respect women?"
"Some of them do, and some of them....well, let's just say there's some subreddits which would probably make you say a dozen sermons. But we're just going for the internet sleuths today, and they're usually okay. And when they aren't, I just tell them to fuck off."
"If any of this 'subreddits' say anything to you, I will be the one to set them right, with a sermon," Nahyuta said. His green eyes grew more brilliant when he was angry. She could just imagine Nahyuta versus the internet. Something told her he'd win.
"They're called Redditors, and that'd be fun to watch."
Ema couldn't help but hum with excitement as she visited her favorite one. They'd even someone involved with the case posting recently with updates. Ema ached to get ahold of that evidence, and process it. With her superior forensics, and enough Snackoos, the case was bound to be solved.
But instead of flipping back, she switched over to Youtube and peered through her subscriptions. "Oh, this guy hasn't updated in ages," she said. and pulled up a cold case documentary called Are You Bready? The Baker Murders.
"A pun in a murder case?" Nahyuta said.
"Yeah, it's his signature," Ema sad.
A man in a suit and a grave expression stepped out in front of a dark background. "One day you're making bread, and then...you're dead. That's what happened to professional baker Hammond Rye."
He started to list through the many gruesome details, and put crime scene photos which had been released on the screen.
"You do not wish to finish the first one?" Nahyuta asked.
"I'll get to it in a minute. This is short," Usually she had at least 5 windows paused in various states of completion. Some days, she didn't even manage to finish them all before she headed to bed. Then she'd have about 30 tabs to wade through the next day while she tried to catch up with notifications.
"There were thirty stab wounds. The crime scene notes say it must've been serrated, like a combat knife. It had to be someone who had a grudge," the announcer said gravely.
"Or a bread knife," Nahyuta said.
Ema covered her gasp with her hand. "You're right! They mentioned that one of the bread knives were missing. Because the victim was a baker, and had recently sent her knives in for sharpening, they didn't even look into it."
She quickly scanned reddit to see if anyone else had made that conclusion. After speed-reading several long threads, she had to surmise maybe it'd gone unnoticed by the internet-sleuths. Which was a feat in itself, because she was always amazed at how fast the internet could leak and solve things. If only they'd put bored retail and office workers ignoring their job to scroll on Reddit, the cold case division would be empty in no time.
"I should contact them right away!" She jotted down the numbers always listed in the last sections of the shows.
"If it is not solved, then would they take the consultation of a visiting prosecutor and forensics expert team?"
Ema looked up with an expression of wonder. "Really? You'd do that?"
Nahyuta nodded. "The spirits of the dead call out for justice. Khura'in has the Divination Seance. But across the world, cases go unsolved."
Ema dreamily rested in the crook of his arm. It'd be like one long honeymoon. Seeing the sights of the world, and processing evidence, solving all those cases which the other detectives missed. And best of all: she'd never have to try her friends. At least, not unless Phoenix and Maya went on vacation anytime soon.
"And you'd take me with you?" Ema said softly.
"Of course. You go where I go. Leaving you would be as unthinkable as leaving without my limbs."
"Oh, Nahyuta! Spending time with you is just like a great murder," Ema said.
Nahyuta lifted his pale silvery eyebrows.
"Solving a great murder, I mean," Ema said.
"Ah, understandable. Nothing is more satisfying than giving the souls of the dead their last rites."
"Not even the Jalapeno Southwestern Burger?" Ema teased.
Nahyuta smiled. "A close second."
Ema grinned. "Well, there'll be plenty of those when we go on Cold Case Journey Two Thousand and Whatever. Just one more thing--think you could make the man bun be a regular thing?" Ema said. She looked up hopefully at her boyfriend, who was one coffee cup away from a bohemian chic hipster model.
He bent down to kiss her forehead. "Of course. Whatever you wish will be my pleasure to grant in any way possible."
"How about more Snackoos?" Ema said.
He reached down to grab his bag beside the bed. As Ema glanced down, she saw it was filled to the brim with an emergency Snackoo stash.
"Jeez, you raise the bar when it comes to being a boyfriend. At this rate, everyone else is going to be jealous," Ema said.
Nahyuta smiled, and handed the bag to her. "Let them be jealous."
"Good idea." As the sweet carb glory of snackoos filled her, she leaned up to kiss him. She had to admit, he was full of great ideas.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/pairing: Nahyuta/Ema
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 2338
Summary: Dating Ema means listening to every true crime podcast on the internet together.
Author's Note: kink meme: anything Nahyuta/Ema, preferably fluff to break the dry spell.
Murderino.
The stuff she had him listening to was My Favorite Murder, The Trail Went Cold, and a fictional Youtube series. (I based in on some of Rob Dyke's style, but it's just a fictional series.)
AA6 spoilers. Also the summary doesn't note it, but it's largely period h/c fluff.
Ema hummed to herself as she shelved old evidence. Nahyuta was just behind her, with another box. He may have been the Prince Regent, but he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
"Another case solved," she said. "Hey, Nahyuta. Where's your cold cases?"
"There are no cold cases in Khura'in," Nahyuta said.
"Seriously? Not a single one?" Ema said.
"The Divination Seance tells all. I must warn, even implying that cases could go unsolved is a grave insult to Her Benevolence. In the previous regime, it would be an executable offense," Nahyuta said.
"Dang," Ema said. She really needed to update her notes on what gravely insulted the future Queen. She already accidentally embarrassed her by pointing out her love of Plumed Punisher, which was apparently supposed to be an open secret that no one talked about or remarked about.
She'd so looked forward to delving deep into the evidence room and solving things on her spare time, too. Ema puffed out her cheeks. Now what was she going to do?
A notification pinged on her phone. She glanced and saw about three of her podcasts had updated today. Oh yeah, the internet existed, and it loved unsolved murders almost as much as she did.
"Well, I'm going to head in early. My back is killing me. Do you have any extra time to spend with me tonight?" Ema said hopefully.
"For you, I will make time," Nahyuta said.
What a guy, she thought to herself, as she headed back.
*
Three hours later, it was chocolate and carbs time. Technically, it was always chocolate and carbs time, but this time she chased it down with some Advil and a heating pad.
Thankfully, the only murders that showed up today were on her podcasts. Well, except for the morning debate over breakfast with her about man buns, where she'd been utterly destroyed. He'd solved the debate by putting his hair up and showing just how good they could be. She still was reeling that he'd personally made man buns wonderful again after Prosecutor Gavin had ruined them for seemingly forever.
In fact, his hair was still up as he came in.
The room was almost completely full up with bookcases, and books which had cost a fortune to send over, but she couldn't bear to be parted with. It was small, but hey, it was free and she got to live in the castle and just across the hall from him. Which meant for plenty of sneaking over to his room after hours.
Ema drew up the thick beige comforter and patted the bed beside her. "I've got something I think you'd like."
She pulled out her laptop, and flicked through her podcast feed, until she came to just the one she wanted.
"Is this what you meant?" Nahyuta said, with a faint smile.
"Did you think I was trying to seduce you? You're going to want to wait a little bit, or it'll be very...messy," she said.
"I surmised, from the increased amount of laundry, chocolate consumption, and the fact that I had to personally keep you from throwing candy at foreign visiting prosecutors. Also, you're wearing sweatpants. Red sweatpants," Nahyuta said.
Ema puffed out her cheeks. "Great deducing, Sherlock. Maybe next you'll help me figure out where the power cord is."
Nahyuta serenely lifted up the cord she'd spent the past half hour looking for.
"It was a rhetorical question," Ema muttered. "Also, why didn't you tell me you had it all along?"
"I didn't. I merely found it a few moments ago, hidden beneath your pillow."
So that'd explain why she couldn't get comfortable. She thought it was just a time of the month thing.
He leaned in and kissed the side of her temple, and said those magic words: I brought your 'Snackoos.'
She tore at the bag. She'd already used up the bag she'd taken with her, and the rest of her stash was across the room. Moving wasn't exactly in her plans until everything stopped hurting.
"I do not mind messy. However, this does not seem to be setting this kind of mood. What is it you have planned for tonight?"
"It's podcast time," Ema said.
His brow furrowed. "A...podcast? I haven't found this in my research," Nahyuta said.
"I guess you could say it's something like independent radio online? That's not quite it, but close, I think," she said.
"So, it is a form of music?" Nahyuta said.
"Nope--well, I guess some of it is. Some of it is educational, others are humorous, or even stories, like old time radio serials. Here, let me bring up some of my favorites."
He nestled under the covers beside her. She curled in close. "If I bleed on you, I'm not paying for the dry-cleaners," Ema said.
He chuckled. "I'm not climbing into your bed with anything that can't be washed. You'd leave chocolate stains," he said.
Ema shrugged at that. She couldn't exactly deny it. Besides, it was hard to be mad at anything when he rocked a magnificent messy man bun with wispy strands of silver falling down, even if she was in the middle of carb and Advil week.
Ema turned it over to a website with a cat logo. "We're going to start from the verrrryy beginning."
"How interesting. Is this a podcast about cats?" Nahyuta said.
Ema broke into a big smile. "No, something even better: a podcast about murder."
As the jangly acoustic theme song started, he opened up the bag and started to feed her Snackoos. It almost made her monthly bleed, carb and rage week tolerable.
*
An hour and a half later, Ema eagerly looked over for Nahyuta's reaction. Sure, she had peeked from time to time, but he was so hard to read, it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.
"Sooooo. What did you think?" Ema said hopefully.
"These women are rather irreverent about death," Nahyuta said.
"That's all part of the fun," Ema said.
"It was certainly an educational experience," he said.
"Oh, it's just for fun. If you want hard facts about murder podcasts, I listen to about fifty more."
He raised his eyebrows. "Fifty?"
"Yeah, the internet is really dedicated to discussing and solving murder. That, and cats," she said.
Because the episodes were so long, Ema took a break and switched to a website with a background of dark trees about cold cases. It was a total throw back to the days when she stayed up to watch Unsolved Mysteries, and daydreamed in class about how she would be the one to solve those mysteries, as soon as she could get let loose with her fingerprint dust and the rest of the science kit she'd gotten through the mail.
The creepy music ended, and the host finished through. Nahyuta focused. It was good it was one she'd already heard, because it was hard to focus on the podcast when her boyfriend looked like he was transcending into prosecutor nerd god mode. Really, it was damn hard to focus when he smirked and mocked the defense's desperate bluffs.
Even more when he looked so dedicated and intelligent as he sped-read his way through a pile of books in a single night. Just as the host started to go to a commercial about socks, Nahyuta lifted his hand. "Pause it, please."
"Did you notice something?" Ema said eagerly.
"Yes... There is no Accused?"
"There isn't enough evidence to try him yet, but Shaun sounds really guilty. Like how he was the last one to leave, and was seen carrying several plastic bags? Thaaat's got guilty all over it."
"Despite there being no security footage, it says there was a piece of material left on the one window. Could it have not been analyzed?"
Ema tapped her lower lip thoughtfully. "Without a body, it'd be hard to try. The evidence seems pretty circumstantial. There isn't even a murder weapon. Still, his story is really shaky under the evidence."
"Hmm," Nahyuta said. He turned over his notebook to another page. "Shall I turn it back on?" Nahyuta said.
"Wait, lemme check the subreddit. It said they released pictures there."
Nahyuta frowned." I have heard things about this place. Do these these 'subreddits' respect women?"
"Some of them do, and some of them....well, let's just say there's some subreddits which would probably make you say a dozen sermons. But we're just going for the internet sleuths today, and they're usually okay. And when they aren't, I just tell them to fuck off."
"If any of this 'subreddits' say anything to you, I will be the one to set them right, with a sermon," Nahyuta said. His green eyes grew more brilliant when he was angry. She could just imagine Nahyuta versus the internet. Something told her he'd win.
"They're called Redditors, and that'd be fun to watch."
Ema couldn't help but hum with excitement as she visited her favorite one. They'd even someone involved with the case posting recently with updates. Ema ached to get ahold of that evidence, and process it. With her superior forensics, and enough Snackoos, the case was bound to be solved.
But instead of flipping back, she switched over to Youtube and peered through her subscriptions. "Oh, this guy hasn't updated in ages," she said. and pulled up a cold case documentary called Are You Bready? The Baker Murders.
"A pun in a murder case?" Nahyuta said.
"Yeah, it's his signature," Ema sad.
A man in a suit and a grave expression stepped out in front of a dark background. "One day you're making bread, and then...you're dead. That's what happened to professional baker Hammond Rye."
He started to list through the many gruesome details, and put crime scene photos which had been released on the screen.
"You do not wish to finish the first one?" Nahyuta asked.
"I'll get to it in a minute. This is short," Usually she had at least 5 windows paused in various states of completion. Some days, she didn't even manage to finish them all before she headed to bed. Then she'd have about 30 tabs to wade through the next day while she tried to catch up with notifications.
"There were thirty stab wounds. The crime scene notes say it must've been serrated, like a combat knife. It had to be someone who had a grudge," the announcer said gravely.
"Or a bread knife," Nahyuta said.
Ema covered her gasp with her hand. "You're right! They mentioned that one of the bread knives were missing. Because the victim was a baker, and had recently sent her knives in for sharpening, they didn't even look into it."
She quickly scanned reddit to see if anyone else had made that conclusion. After speed-reading several long threads, she had to surmise maybe it'd gone unnoticed by the internet-sleuths. Which was a feat in itself, because she was always amazed at how fast the internet could leak and solve things. If only they'd put bored retail and office workers ignoring their job to scroll on Reddit, the cold case division would be empty in no time.
"I should contact them right away!" She jotted down the numbers always listed in the last sections of the shows.
"If it is not solved, then would they take the consultation of a visiting prosecutor and forensics expert team?"
Ema looked up with an expression of wonder. "Really? You'd do that?"
Nahyuta nodded. "The spirits of the dead call out for justice. Khura'in has the Divination Seance. But across the world, cases go unsolved."
Ema dreamily rested in the crook of his arm. It'd be like one long honeymoon. Seeing the sights of the world, and processing evidence, solving all those cases which the other detectives missed. And best of all: she'd never have to try her friends. At least, not unless Phoenix and Maya went on vacation anytime soon.
"And you'd take me with you?" Ema said softly.
"Of course. You go where I go. Leaving you would be as unthinkable as leaving without my limbs."
"Oh, Nahyuta! Spending time with you is just like a great murder," Ema said.
Nahyuta lifted his pale silvery eyebrows.
"Solving a great murder, I mean," Ema said.
"Ah, understandable. Nothing is more satisfying than giving the souls of the dead their last rites."
"Not even the Jalapeno Southwestern Burger?" Ema teased.
Nahyuta smiled. "A close second."
Ema grinned. "Well, there'll be plenty of those when we go on Cold Case Journey Two Thousand and Whatever. Just one more thing--think you could make the man bun be a regular thing?" Ema said. She looked up hopefully at her boyfriend, who was one coffee cup away from a bohemian chic hipster model.
He bent down to kiss her forehead. "Of course. Whatever you wish will be my pleasure to grant in any way possible."
"How about more Snackoos?" Ema said.
He reached down to grab his bag beside the bed. As Ema glanced down, she saw it was filled to the brim with an emergency Snackoo stash.
"Jeez, you raise the bar when it comes to being a boyfriend. At this rate, everyone else is going to be jealous," Ema said.
Nahyuta smiled, and handed the bag to her. "Let them be jealous."
"Good idea." As the sweet carb glory of snackoos filled her, she leaned up to kiss him. She had to admit, he was full of great ideas.
