Ace Attorney x Reader Oneshots Book 3

Why Are You So Bothersome? - Bobby Fulbright

Requested?: Yes, by AceAttorneyWeirdo (Thanks, btw)

Prompt: "You're flirting is atrocious." "But it's working." "You're right, it is."

Timing: Pre-Dual Destinies (So this is the real Fulbright, not the Phantom, as per the request)

Type of oneshot: Fluff?

Reader's Age: Same as Bobby

Reader's Occupation: Detective

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: None?

Other notes: This might not be great cause I'm not used to writing for him... and I don't really feel too comfortable rereading it, so there might be spelling mistakes. I also made the reader from France instead, I hope that's alright... If you'd rather I made the reader as per your request, I can rewrite this. Also for the purpose of this oneshot, Fulbright can speak French.

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It was hard.... Being a detective in a new country always would have it's challenges, but with the extra language barrier it was even harder for me. I had recently arrived in Japanifornia after moving from France and my English wasn't the best, but I was ready to prove myself. One thing I was not ready for was Detective Bobby Fulbright. I'd been sent down to a crime scene, due to the police having found no leads yet, not even finding a potential suspect yet.

That had been my first interaction with the cheerful detective, and from the start I knew working with him would be difficult... His personality was nothing like I was used to in France, and his over-the-top speeches about 'justice' often got on my nerves. It got to the point where every time he opened his mouth, I found myself cringing and questioning how in the world he managed to have that much energy at 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Ahaha! Detective (L/n)! It's an honour to be working with someone from overseas! Let's bring justice to the people together!" He gave me a thumbs up and I blinked and looked at him confused, the only part of his sentence I understood being my name, "Je suis désolé... je n'ai pas compris ce que tu viens de dire..."

"Vous êtes français? Eh bien, laissez-moi me répéter: c'est un honneur de travailler avec quelqu'un d'outre-mer ! Ensemble, rendons justice au peuple!"

"Oui.... I'm... looking forward? To it..." I tried out, muttering in my broken English, wondering how I was going to get through this. His enthusiasm was unbearable to begin with, always being around me, popping up randomly when I was trying to examine the evidence, not leaving me alone while I was trying to do paperwork at the precinct... and so on. His constant talks of justice, truth and honour would always throw me off, and I found myself getting distracted by him as time passed as he slowly got less annoying and I found myself missing his energetic attitude when I was alone for the few short minutes when I escaped him.

I also realised, as time passed, that there was more to him.  When Bobby wasn't shouting about justice and stuff, he was surprisingly thoughtful, and I started to find small trinkets left on my desk, always with a small note, 'To help you find the justice! BF.' or things to the like.

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One afternoon, just as I'd finished sorting out some evidence to deliver to Prosecutor Gavin later for a trial, I heard a knock on the door of my small office in the precinct. I rolled my eyes, questioning who needed me at 8 in the evening, but I pulled myself together and allowed the person entry.

"(Y/n)! I was hoping you were still here!"

"Uhh.. hello, Detective Fulbright. What can I do for you this evening?" I asked, wanting to get home as soon as possible after I'd delivered the stash of evidence to Gavin.

"Firstly, I said you could just call me 'Bobby'-"

"Like how I told you, NOT to call me by my first name?" I retorted, giving him a small glare.

"Anyway.... I came to tell you something. I was talking to a friend earlier, and they told me something interesting... That whenever your heart races and your face gets all red when you're around a certain someone, it means you have feelings for them.

"Does it now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I realised I was starting to find his now red face, adorable.

"Yeah! And... uh..." he paused and put his fingers together, giving a small pout, before rubbing the back of his head, "I think that happens to me, when I'm around you."

I felt my heart clench, questioning if he was confessing to me.... but before I could respond, Bobby grasped my arms and looked at me directly in my eyes, "So, I've decided to take matters into my own hands! I'm going to start flirting with you, Detective!"

I blinked, wondering if I'd heard him correctly, "You're going to what?"

"I know you heard me, and I'm not repeating it!" he replied, striking a small pose, and causing me to chuckle. After each remark, or 'flirtatious comment', I found my face heating up, and soon he was teasing me about it, "I thought you didn't like me? Why is your face red?"

I crossed my arms, "Not my fault. I'm not making my face heat up on purpose! J'ai commencé à réaliser que tu n'es pas aussi ennuyeux que je le pensais au départ... peut-être que c'est même mignon?" Bobby just looked at me, blinking, obviously not expecting me to flirt back, but he chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Your flirting is atrocious!"

"But it's working!" I replied, noticing his face turning red as I stuck my tongue out.

"You're right... it is," was the reply I got before he closed the gap, placing his hands on my waist, "I-Is this okay?" he asked his usual energy shifting, for a more serious tone, as if he didn't want to mess up. I gave a short nod, feeling my heartbeat quickening, as he smiled, genuinely, and pressed his lips to mine.

It was a brief kiss, but sweet nonetheless, that was filled with warmth, something that made my chest feel lighter. As we pulled apart, I saw the nerves flickering in his eyes, as if he was anticipating me pushing him away or laughing at him. Instead, I softly smiled and placed my hands on his shoulders, as I leaned up and kissed his cheek, turning his face the colour of his shirt, or a tomato... Either works.

"Y-you kissed me back?"

"You seem surprised..." I giggled, "Did you want me to push you away? Think this was just a mistake?"

"No! I was just surprised, that's all. You've always acted like you hate me."

"I'll admit, you were a bit annoying the first few weeks I knew you, but you've grown on me, Bobby, and I'm ready to take this step if you are."

"R-really? Does this mean I can kiss you again?"

I chuckled and didn't give him a reply. Instead, I just grabbed his tie and pulled him down to my level, kissing him again, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him push me up against my desk...

Let's just say, prosecutor Gavin didn't get the evidence in time for the trial and, as a result, looked like an idiot in the courtroom...

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I hope you like! This is the first oneshot I've written in a while, and for a character I don't normally write for, so sorry if it sucks...