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fostering, adopting, and red tape and the pieces of youth
for the past year and a half (yikes) i've been slowly working on red tape and the pieces of youth, a marriage of convenience au where phoenix and miles get married to adopt trucy
the first "arc" of the fic is about phoenix (and later miles) fostering trucy and then adopting her. however, just as the game handwaves a lot about her adoption, i also changed, ignored, and left some things out for the sake of storytelling
in part, this is because i didn't do as much research as i should have before starting this fic. if i were to do an edit of it, i would probably change the order of events and conversations significantly. but for fanfic, everything i post except zine pieces are first drafts, because i know i'll lose motivation and never finish if i go back and start doing significant edits
therefore, i'm leaving the fic as is, but this post is meant to explain some choices i made or things that i just straight up ignored to make this a viable au. i want to respect the actual realities of fostering and adoption that this story does not always reflect
anything i say in this post is based on california rules and fostering and adoption advice for that state. i am not involving japan in it legally, however my approach to most ace attorney things is 'if it's wrong it's because we're in japanifornia, where i can make everything up'
as this post is very long, you can read it here on google docs. you can use the outline feature to navigate to different sections of the document! the entire post is also available under the read more below
disclaimer: i am not a social worker and i have never personally been involved in the foster care system or an adoption, though i have friends who were adopted and some experience with families who were trying to adopt out of the foster system. everything in this post is based on research that i've done. i have done very little research on adoption in japan, and this document (and the fic) will reflect that
ooooo was going through my writing discord and if i can pull it together i have an au i can post for new years (yes i realize that's forever away but: grad school)
red tape and the pieces of youth
Phoenix is pretty sure you’re supposed to remember your wedding. But the time between the moment he got in the car to the second he stepped out of the courthouse feels like a fever dream. He knows what happened, but it didn’t feel like happening to him . It was almost like he was watching a play, sitting in the audience in a stupor or standing in the wings in the grip of stage fright. Now, back at Miles’ home, Phoenix is all too aware of himself. He’s almost too heavy in his body. “Can I have some of that?” Maya asks, reaching for the champagne flute he’s been holding since they took photos…however long ago they took photos. Honestly, the toast and cake photos are also a haze. “Underage,” Phoenix mutters, sinking lower into the armchair. He’s wrinkling his suit—he’s been wrinkling his suit. Hopefully, Franziska won’t yell at him and will just let him hang it up in the bathroom when he showers. Maya perches herself on the arm of the chair and then looks very pointedly in the direction of Miles and Franziska. Franziska has a glass of champagne of her own, and it’s not her first. “German.”
here’s where i admit not updating red tape has made me feel incredibly guilty but these last two weeks have been just so much schoolwork so i’m really gonna try to update tonight because hhhhhh
tell me why i tried to post this yesterday and it didn’t show up until now. tumblr is trying to pressure me into a second update that isn’t written
red tape and the pieces of youth
Phoenix is pretty sure you’re supposed to remember your wedding. But the time between the moment he got in the car to the second he stepped out of the courthouse feels like a fever dream. He knows what happened, but it didn’t feel like happening to him . It was almost like he was watching a play, sitting in the audience in a stupor or standing in the wings in the grip of stage fright. Now, back at Miles’ home, Phoenix is all too aware of himself. He’s almost too heavy in his body. “Can I have some of that?” Maya asks, reaching for the champagne flute he’s been holding since they took photos…however long ago they took photos. Honestly, the toast and cake photos are also a haze. “Underage,” Phoenix mutters, sinking lower into the armchair. He’s wrinkling his suit—he’s been wrinkling his suit. Hopefully, Franziska won’t yell at him and will just let him hang it up in the bathroom when he showers. Maya perches herself on the arm of the chair and then looks very pointedly in the direction of Miles and Franziska. Franziska has a glass of champagne of her own, and it’s not her first. “German.”
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