#FEI drabbles

[realfeitan]

kurkur with “Stay back! I don’t want to hurt you.”

oooh angsty! nice pick////////////////////////////////////

(EDIT: I NEVER REALIZED I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS?? ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR YEARS, SO UH I HAD TO WRAP UP WHAT I HAD CAUSE I NO LONGER REMEMBER MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT BUT ITD BE A SHAME TO KEEP IT IN ARCHIVES ANY LONGER)

Chrollo shielded his face with his arms as he felt yet another wave of heat rush past him. He squinted his eyes towards the epicenter, watching Kurapika struggle to keep his abilities in check. He could feel his heart clench in his chest. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t leave him like this.

Nodding back to some of the phantom troupe’s worried glances, he started moving his way forward. He couldn’t help but thinking that it would be incredibly convenient to have Feitan here, but he couldn’t put too much time into that thought as another heat wave came from Kurapika. He hissed as he felt it burn through some of his clothes and hit his forearms.

The conjurer looked up at the noise, the temperature dropping minutely for a brief second before it returned. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t sound mad, which Chrollo took as a win, but he also didn’t sound too pleased to see him. It kind of surprised him though, given how obsessed Kurapika was, had been?, with obtaining every and all pieces of information before acting, and yet here he was, unaware that the phantom troupe had been in the vicinity at all. How strange, but he kept that to himself, forcing a smile onto his face instead.

“Here to see you of course, and my don’t you look brilliant.”

Kurapika frowned at that, fire flicking off the ends of his hair in an entransive way. “I honestly doubt that but-” he doubled over in pain with a small yelp, only one eye open as he manages to lift his head back up to face him, “nevermind that, you have to get out of here unless you want to be burnt to a crisp.”

“That doesn’t scare me,” he heard himself say as his eyes quickly swept over his form, looking for a source of the flames, “besides, if I can help my brother learn to control his fire abilities, I can help you with yours.”

The blonde’s eyebrows shot up at that, but he made no comment in favor of curling further in on himself, the temperature rising as he did so. He went to take another step forward, but was immediately yelled at. “Stay back!”

Chrollo felt frustration build in his chest, his agitations spilling over despite himself. “Why?” He shouted, and yet it barely seemed to make it over the noise surrounding them. When had it gotten so loud? “Why won’t you let me help you?”

“I don’t want to hurt you!” Kurapika glared out from under his flaming hair, his crimson eyes glowing and reflecting the fire around him. Chrollo tried to hold onto the eye contact for as long as he could, taking another step forward.

“Listen, I know we’re not on the best of terms, but that doesn’t mean you have to do all of this yourself. We know what it’s like to be outcasts, I know what it’s like to have to work against all odds on your own, and no one deserves that, so please-” his voice cracks from having to scream over the roar of the flames, when had he started screaming, “let me help you.” He couldn’t tell if Kurapika could hear him; He didn’t even know if he had actually said it or not, but he was hoping the pleading in his eyes got through to him regardless.

He coughed as the air burned his throat, his knees wobbling a bit underneath him as he widened his stance to keep from falling over. He thought he heard his name, but ignored it, reaching out his hand to Kurapika. The temperature had been steadily increasing around him, but for some reason, as the blonde reciprocated the gesture, he couldn’t feel the heat any longer. He felt toasty, sure, but nothing like the blistering heat from beforehand.

“Together?” He heard Kurapika ask, his voice small as he looked, dare he say, hopeful. Chrollo could feel a genuine smile pull at his cheeks as the tension in his chest unfurled into something much sweeter.

“Together” he confirmed, pulling Kurapika into him in one swift motion, wrapping his arms around him to make sure he couldn’t fall. He engulfed them both in his own power, and while he wasn’t one to actively avoid death, in this instance, he wished that they both made it out of there alive as the cold flames began to crawl up his arms.

He wanted to look down and check on the blonde, but the tightening of Kurapika’s shoulders and small gasps of pain told him all he needed to know about how hard he was fighting, so he did his best to ignore the iron grip from the other and focus his energy on disipiating the flames growing around them and dropping the temperature of the room. 

They’d be alright, Chrollo thought as they let their energies tangle together in unison, he’d make sure of it.

[nemaliwrites]

prompt: failing to meet expectations

Aunt Morgan’s favorite word is again. 

Your calligraphy is messy, she says. Your focus is off. Your tea is too bitter.

Do it again. Again, again, again. 

Each time, Maya bows her head and does as told. 

It wouldn’t do for the future Master to complain, after all. That isn’t what Feys do. 

She puts everything she has into it — until her hands are covered in ink, until she’s been sitting under a waterfall for so long that her skin feels like it’s peeling off, until she can boil water perfectly.

Still, Aunt Morgan clicks her tongue in disappointment.

“Again.”

[phoenixflavoredmarsbar]

based on this textpost of mine from forever ago

———

Phoenix screamed into a pillow. He couldn’t believe what just happened. He had finally gotten the courage to confess to his long time crush – Miles Edgeworth – and it went the one way he didn’t prepare for.

—

It had taken a long time to work up the courage to even get to this point. Though he had been told he was incredibly obvious, not many people seemed to know of his love for Miles. Of the ones that did, the Feys had especially resolute for a long time – light teasing and encouragement from Maya, pointed questions and amused sighs from Mia, even Pearls tried to strong arm him into confessing, easily switching from the idea of him and Maya being together (which, gross) that she wanted so long ago.

So, much to the relief of all three of them, Phoenix finally committed and confessed. He invited Miles over to his apartment (originally he was going to ask Miles out for coffee, but the type of place Miles would probably be willing to drink tea from made Phoenix’s wallet hurt), and they had dinner together. Near the end, he took a deep breath, and, staring at his hands, spilled his heart. 

Miles had looked thoughtful while Phoenix spoke, not interrupting him. Once Phoenix finished, he looked up to Miles smiling at him.

“I feel very similarly.” Miles had said, and Phoenix felt his heart soar. “I’ve considered you my best friend for sometime, so I’m glad that it’s finally reciprocated.”

Phoenix felt something crack in him, staring at Miles with thinly veiled disbelief. He had no idea how to respond to that, and barely enough awareness to close his mouth, which had opened at some point when Miles was speaking.

The rest of the night was awkward to say the least, Phoenix trying his best to act like nothing was wrong while internally his brain was like a building on fire. He’s sure that Miles could tell, but Phoenix was a bit too preoccupied trying to not totally fall apart to care.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, he bid Miles goodbye. Closing the door, he immediately texted Maya and threw himself onto the couch.

—

That’s how Maya found him half an hour later – sprawled across the couch, his face shoved in a pillow.

“It go that badly?” She asked, leaning on the couch arm closer to Phoenix’s head.

“He said he felt the same and that he was glad that we now both consider each other best friends. Best friends, Maya!” Phoenix cried, burrowing deeper into the pillow.

Maya winced in sympathy, patting his head. She remembered when she kissed her now girlfriend, Franziska, for the first time and afterwards Franziska thanked her for the “friendship kiss.”

[fairyfei]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ — hand in hand.

pairing — ateez wooyoung x gn!reader

warnings — blood, mentions of blood, death

word count — 212

Your shirt is drenched in blood, your blood. It's everywhere, slowly drying in your hair, on your shirt and steadily seeping into your jeans.

The metallic stench spreads through the clearing at rapid speed and it's getting harder to breathe. You always hated the smell, even now it makes your eyes water.

Blindly reaching out, you make contact with his hand. It's cold to touch, you tug at it but the body doesn't budge, unmoving, long since dead.

You're not sure how much time has passed, the concept of time lost. You cannot see him, but you know he's there.

It brings a slight smile to your lips, however sick that may be. Interlocking your fingers with his, you give the hand a weak squeeze, knowing better than to expect one back.

You're crying again by the time you're done. Turning your head, you're met with his pale face, still so beautiful as the day you first met.

With the pain now unbearable you manage to shift a bit closer and close his eyes with your good hand.

Examining his features one last time you feel yourself slowly slipping away. His hand still clutched in yours you're not afraid to die.

Because you know you're not alone and you'll never be.

Hi its me again!! So this was lowkey inspired by wooyoungs neck tattoo! Short and sad, whipped out in fifteen minutes 🤧 hope you like it and tune in for more in the future!

[hueynomure]

Prompt: black gloves (Kagami/Marinette/Fei)

[Sorry! That OT3 is Fascinating but for the life of me I'm unable to grok the ship dynamic (if you have some fics to rec me I'll gladly put em in my To Read list and possibly return to the prompt later) so I took the liberty of reimagining the Fei/Marinette first encounter in the Feralnette AU. If you don't know @bigfatbreak's wonderful AUs check em out - you're in for a treat!]

Fei swiped the bag from the foreign girl with ease; enboldened by the girl's drowsy look she even popped the earrings off her, turning-

-a small hand caught her gloved one with a surprisingly steely grip.

"So-sorry," the girl stuttered in uncertain Mandarin, apparently surprised by her own reflexes, and let Fei's hand go. "Wait," she continued in French, eyes drifting down to the bag peeking from Fei's pocket, "isn't that my-"

Fei sprinted for the labyrinthine alleys.

The girl didn't speak like a local.

She should lose her easily there.

Then how the hell was she gaining on her?

You can check out my other Miraculous drabbles here!

(I'm not currently taking more prompts)

[frickingnerd]

Phoenix Wright Masterlist

Phoenix Wright

↳ Masterlist

Miles Edgeworth

↳ Masterlist

Maya Fey

sleeping beauty - oneshot

asking out maya fey - headcanons

yandere maya fey - headcanons

maya's s/o attacked by the culprit - headcanons

Dick Gumshoe

dick gumshoe with a crush who's already in a relationship - headcanons

Franziska von Karma

dating franziska von karma - headcanons

franziska with a sweet but relentless s/o - headcanons

franziska with a s/o with "childish" interests - headcanons

dating phoenix & franziska - headcanons

Mia Fey

cuddling with mia fey - headcanons

Godot

telling godot "i love you" for the first time - headcanons

godot crushing on phoenix's sibling - headcanons

Lana Skye

yandere lana skye - headcanons

Jake Marshall

dating jake marshall

[catgirl-catboy]

"Nick may forgive you, your sister may forgive you, but I'll never forgive you."

Miles didn't used to pay Maya Fey much attention. But he's certain he's never seen her this angry before.

"You can't say you love people, then leave them with no idea if you're alive or dead!  No excuse in the world can justify it. And don't you dare say they coped with it fine; you weren't there. You're a coward, and you won't hurt Nick like this again."

He found his voice.

"Of course I won't. I'm sorry."

It isn't enough.

"I'm not who needs it."

[thehighlordishere]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

Prompts (wanna give some ideas? Comment or dm me!)

Prompts

I don’t write for t(ool)amlin or really Beron but I might

Multiple

-yandere!poly!bat boys x male reader

-Fem version^

-yandere!poly!bat boys x male reader (you try to escape)

-yandere!poly! Bat boys x bratty male reader drabble

Males

Rhysand

-clipped your wings get clipped

-Yandere rhys finds out you have a mate

-yandere!rhys! x fem reader he leaves feyre for you, half!Illyrian reader

Azriel

-Safe prompt 6, you were taken, and Azriel saves you

-Clipped your wings get clipped

Cassian

-clipped your wings get clipped

Lucien

Eris

Helion

-Summer Sickness your mans of the court takes care of you

-Warm hugs prompt.12 Helion comforts you with some hugs and words

-Yandere Helion finds out you have a mate

Beron

-yandere beron finds out you have a mate

Females

Feyre

Nesta

Elain

[the-bar-sinister]

(for the ship ask game) Narumayo 53

53. Would they ever go skinny dipping?

"You have to be kidding me."  Nick eyed the placid lake with suspicion. There was no way it was anything less than frigid. "Maya, I didn't even bring a bathing suit."

"So? Neither did I. C'mon, Nick, it'll be fun!"

Very few things sounded less fun than wading into a cold lake full of fish and who knew what else in nothing but his bare skin, but somehow Maya always ended up getting what she wanted.

"You have to be kidding me," he repeated, even as he started to strip.

He had to admit afterwards however, that it was fun.

-

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Thank you so much for the prompt! 💖

[whumperstorm]

"What does death feel like?" Fey asked.

The human gaped. "What?"

Fey pointed a long finger at it's chest. "Mortals can die. You are a mortal. What does it feel like?"

Aa usual, the human leaned away from xer touch. Xey allowed it as it was not the focus right now. "W-well I've not, I haven't died before, so- I wouldn't know."

"Allow me to kill you then, so you can experience it."

"W-what?!" The human exclaimed, hazel eyes wide. "N-no! You can't!"

Xey chuckled. Humans were always so strange. Claiming things that can or cannot be done, even against all logic. The little things were so simple and charming. "Yes, I can. It would be very simple." Just as easy as all the other things xey had done to the human already.

The human backed away further, up against the wall of it's cage. "No I mean... death is- it's not like... eating or sleeping," other mortal things Xey had inquired about in the past, "It's permanent!"

"Nothing is permanent here, little one, I'd have thought you'd understand that by now." Fey wondered if it would ever understand. "Allow me to give you death."

The human cowered against the wall. It's face was pale with terror. "N-no thank you." It sqeaked, almost too quiet to hear.

"Why are you afraid?" Xey ask. "Does death inflict the "pain" you've told me about?"

The human shut it's eyes tight, it's breathing picking up speed. "Y-yes it does. Or, well, the lead up to it. I don't know what death is like once it happens! P-people say it's supposed to be peaceful. But no one can say for sure bec-because after you die you're gone." It looked back up at Xem with wet, pleading eyes. "Please. I don't want to do this. Please!"

"Do not fear. I will remove your pain for this. I'm not interested in that concept at the moment. Only the death itself."

"Please.... don't...".

"Pay attention, I want to know all the details when you return."

In an instant, they human's fragile little body collapsed to the floor like a doll. It's eyes, a moment ago filled with so much emotion and life, now dull and blank and staring lifelessly past xem. Xey loved the human for it's expressiveness and how easy and amusing it was to get a reaction from it. This was jarring, even for xem. But very, very exciting. A cold, terrifying concept xey couldn't wait to play with more.

Just as quickly, color returned to the human's face as it took a deep, gasping breath. It scrambled up from the ground, eyes darting around the room wildly before focusing on Fey. It was silent for a moment. Motionless.

Then it screamed.

In the end, Fey removed the memory of death from the human's mind. It's angonized wailing was unending and no matter when Fey said or did, the little creature would not calm. Xey were so curious to know what it saw that caused it such raw terror. But, xe needed to be patient. Xey would try again later, when the human's mind was more broken. Easier to mold. When xer pet could better handle the mental state that is brought about by death.

[fiyero3305]

TUA Fic: Witchy Prompts 26

Witchy Prompts via @myloveforhergoeson

26. Conjure

Conjuring the crows was once a painful experience, but that hasn’t been the case for years. Or more accurately, Fei has learned to love the pain.

She can feel them, as they burst from between between her shoulders. They don’t appear so much as they… erupt. In her youth it was frightening, and her father forced her to manifest them again and again until she’d be sobbing and exhausted. At some point though, the pain shifted. It stopped being something she feared and instead became a release. Through the rigorous training regiments she began to understand her crows, and love them even. She came to know them as a part of her and rather than being afraid of the pain that came with their summoning, she experienced it as a physical catharsis. Loathe as she is to give her father any credit, she acknowledges that without his insistent training she likely would never have developed this affection.

Their bursting into corporeality was freeing for both the crows and their mistress and she reveled in it. She was always aware of them when they were within her, and she cherished harboring them safe inside, but they both preferred when they were given form and could interact with each other. They could preen and fly and Fei could feed and care for them. No one knew how deeply she cared for her familiars, which was just the way she liked it.

Emotional ties were weaknesses to be exploited. Every member of the Sparrow Academy was acutely aware of that fact since childhood, and worked hard to hide their own and play on each others’ as they jockeyed for higher rankings. Sitting comfortably at Number Three for years, she still felt the need to be on guard. She was confident in her position over most of the lower numbers; Sloane, Christopher, and Alphonso had no ambitions and few of the necessary skills to seek her spot. Only Jayme was a concern. Unpredictable, and with her mind-invading powers she posed the only potential threat.

Accordingly, Fei continued her aloof countenance whenever her children were manifest. On the rare occasions she lost one in battle she made certain the grief didn’t show. Later, in private, she and her flock could mourn appropriately. She would never let them feel that they were mere soldiers to her, the way she and her siblings were to their father.

[faerieyuri]

qpr nrmy for your drabble prompts

Phoenix awoke to the late morning sunlight streaming through the window. The digital clock display read 10:59 AM, nearly four hours past the time the alarm was supposed to go off.

On the nightstand were remnants of last night’s scandalous activities: stacks of empty lo-mein boxes, a half-eaten melted pint of ice cream. Maya had been feeling down, so they’d binge-watched the gritty Netflix Pink Princess reboot to make fun of it before falling asleep nestled in each other’s arms.

“Nghhh. Maya. We slept in again,” Phoenix mumbled, squeezing Maya awake.

 Maya gurgled something undecipherable into Phoenix’s armpit.

“Sorry, you’re going to have to speak English,” he teased.

That got Maya to stir enough to lift her head, at least. “I said, that’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Phoenix frowned, brushing locks of thick black hair out of Maya's face. “But you’ll miss your morning training session.”

Brown eyes rose to meet his as Maya’s arms constricted to squeeze him close. “That’s okay,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep. “Because it means I get more time with you.”

Warmth swelled in Phoenix’s heart. He had never been one for traditional relationships, but he supposed this was something like what people meant when they talked about “love.” Spending your life with the person you care about most, supporting each other when times or tough, waking up next to each other every morning–wasn’t this what most people dreamed of, without the fairytale romance?

“Hey.” Maya flicked his nose, apparently awake enough for gremlin behavior now.

“Oww, what the hell!”

“You’re giving me that goopy-eyed sappy look again. Stop it.” Maya flashed a shit-eating grin before sitting up to stretch. “Don’t go all soft on me.”

“Oh, I’m the soft one?!”

They continued their bickering and poking and prodding as they slowly made their way out of bed and toward the kitchen. Grinning when Maya couldn’t see him, Phoenix put on water for tea and started on breakfast.

Maybe the word he was looking for wasn’t “love,” but “happiness.”

[nemaliwrites]

prompt: appetites

“You hungry? What should we—”

“Burgers!” Maya chants, cutting him off. “Burgers, burgers!”

“Okay, okay,” says Phoenix. Really, he should have known. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how come you like burgers so much?”

“I don’t like burgers, I love them!’

“Okay, how come you love them so much?”

“They were the first food Sis ever ate when she came to the city!” she says. “I wanted to try them for so long — then she bought me my first one.”

Phoenix softens. “She used to buy me burgers, too,” he says. 

“Do you love them?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Snippet from my Lancewain (Gawain- The Green Knight / Lancelot - The Weeping Monk, Cursed on Netflix) fic because its a slow burn and I'm impatient and I can't get the first chapter right bfhsbbsnajjshjjsba

Unedited first draft but I wanted to get it ouuutttt;

Gawain, speaking alone to Lancelot

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"I'll be here to fight with you, no matter what, Lance."

"I don't understand."

"There's nothing to understand. You have my aid whether you like it or not."

"Aiding me is folly. I..." Lancelot paused, sighing before wrinkling his lip to quietly continue, "It's a burden you sho-"

Gawain cut him off abruptly.

"Not to me." He knew well enough that Lancelot had nearly said 'I'm', and too did he know that the warrior definitely FELT like a burden. How, why... Gawain could kid himself that he didn't know, but if he was being completely honest... ever since his spine had been broken he had also felt the deep pain of feeling this way. By Arawn, he'd do all in his power to stop Lancelot suffering this too. Gawain pulled the Ash Fey's balled fists into his own hands, coaxing them open gently. Lancelot looked up at him then, a mournful, sorrowful look in his grey blue eyes. It was a look Gawain remembered well, the same one he'd given oh so long ago when they had first really spoken back in Brother Salt's torture tent.

"Never to me, Lancelot. Not if it's you." Gawain said, softly, tilting his head in what he hoped was a kind way, flashing him a returning look with as much warmth and care as he could muster. Lancelot's eyes flicked away almost nervously. The sorrow seemed to have tempered to sadness now though, and he seemed distracted by some internal conflict again raging in his mind.

"You show me such kindness, Gawain, why?"

"Why show you kindness?"

"And aid, and help. And care, you've fought for me, Hell, Gawain, you've nearly died for me more times than I can count, I need to- I need to know, Why?"

"Because you're worth all of that and far more to me." Gawain replied, carefully.

"Why."

"Does it astound you to know you have friends, Lancelot? People who care about you? People who don't want to see you hurt?"

From the look on his face- yes, yes it absolutely did.

"We care for you, Lancelot. That is why."

"How can you care for someone so damned?"

"Because you're not damned, and you never bloody were!" Gawain hissed, he just couldn't help the anger that hardened his tone, and he only partially regretted it when Lancelot immediately flinched, fists balling again. The man's reaction jarred him to his core, but he recognised the thoughts swimming behind his azure eyes were not from fear of his anger, but the voices of his past, tormenting him.

"It's their lies again, swarming through your mind like... like biting ants!" He continued, and Lancelot's gaze flicked up to his own for just a second. Gawain's anger seeped from him almost as quickly as it had come, and he softened his voice just a little when he spoke again.

"By the Gods, they never leave you alone, do they?"

Lancelot didn't reply, but the troubled expression didn't waver, the eyes looked away once more. Gawain gently unballed his fists again, held his hand firmly. He could feel the Ash Man's pulse near his wrist, fast, but strong. It likely matched his own.

"You are worthy of being cared for."

Lancelot scoffed.

"You are worthy of being loved."

He did not scoff that time, but Gawain feared if the man clenched his jaw any harder he might actually break it, or at least be spitting out teeth next he spoke. If he spoke again today, anyway... In the time since the Red Paladin's encampment Lancelot had been speaking more openly, albeit reluctantly, gradually, and with no small effort on Gawain's part. The distinct possibility still remained that the Ash Man had already used up his daily quota of words. Gawain realised quickly that he found this fact disheartening. He honestly enjoyed speaking with Lancelot, treasured the conversations he had managed to wrangle from the Ash Man, and his quietly observant, intelligent outlook was interesting to hear. More than that, he just... liked hearing the man speak. He had noticed too that Lancelot's voice often betrayed what his words and carefully masked expressions did not.

Now, Lancelot appeared to have shut down entirely, expression blank, body rigid and alert, eyes averted lest they leak any of the emotion the man had been brutally conditioned to hide. Gawain felt his own pang of emotion- something almost akin to greif- at the idea that even now, Lancelot was hiding, retreating from him. He wanted to clasp his hands over his jaw and force him to look at him, to trust him, beg him to accept his statements but the stubborn ox would never allow it... or worse, Lancelot would accept his statements just to appease Gawain, without meaning a single thing he'd said...

"You don't get to decide either way." Gawain told him, softly. Lancelot's eyes did not move from where they bored holes into the ground near their feet.

"It's for the people around you to do that." Gawain stated with a heavy sigh. It was a long, quick breath, clearing his lungs like he could breathe out the tangled mess of emotions that was his own mind at present. Slowly he got to his feet, careful to let go of Lancelot's hands softly before he grimaced for just a moment at the familiar stabbing pain in his back.

He opened his eyes to see that the moment he had winced had the ex-Monk immediately leaned up, hands outstretched like he was ready to catch him if he fell. Lancelot seemed to grow embarrassed, he coughed and looked away again, lowering his arms hesitantly.

Gawain couldn't help the smile, or the blossom of warmth in his chest. He trusted Lancelot to catch him every time he fell, and Gods, if he wasn't tempted to let himself fall just so the man would hold him... Stop it. Focus. Pull Lancelot out of his funk and stop getting bogged down in your fantasies...

"Now. Up you get. We can mope out here all we like, or, we can go and hunt dinner," Gawain flashed him a smile, offered him a hand "I know which I'd prefer. You coming?"

It was almost comical how many expressions managed to cross Lancelot's face in such a short succession. He shrugged a single shoulder and stood, dipping his head in acceptance without another word.

The two headed into the evening forest in a calm, companionable silence.

-Or "Gawain admits he's in love with Lancelot and Lancelot refuses to believe it".

[valkylander]

Narumayo Week Day 2: Investigation

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"Curious. Daddy's jacket has been discarded haphazardly."

"And Mystic Maya's purse has been left on the table unattended."

Trucy examined the room. "No sign of a struggle."

"And nothing's been stolen." Pearl agreed, closing the purse.

The investigation moved deeper into the house. Clothes and objects strewn haphazardly, forming a trail that ended at Phoenix's bedroom.

Trucy nodded to Pearl.

Pearl nodded to Trucy.

They threw open the door.

Maya screamed.

"Another mystery solved!"

"Trucy, close the door!"

"We're the best detectives ever!"

"Oh my god, Pearly don't look!"

Not listening to the adults at all, Trucy and Pearl high-fived.

---

@narumayoweek2023

[leighsartworks216]

You're Married?!

Miles Edgeworth drabble

This is in the POV of Phoenix Wright :)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 406

Masterlist

AO3

"Hey, pal, does Mr. Edgworth seem a bit off to you?"

"Off?" Hm. Now that he mentions it...

Maya clapped her hands together. "I know! He's happier, right?"

'Happier?' That's not exactly a word I'd use to describe Edgeworth, especially after he just lost a trial... Uh oh, he noticed us!

Miles crossed the lobby, face schooled into the neutral, calculating expression he wore almost all the time. He held a hand out to shake. "Congratulations on your victory, Wright."

"Uh, thanks."

Gumshoe lit up. It was like he already forgot what we'd just been talking about..... Maybe he really did forget. "Mr. Edgeworth, we're going out to dinner to celebrate! You should join us!"

Maya lit up, too. "Yeah! Nick is paying, so get whatever you want!"

Huh?! SINCE WHEN AM I PAYING?!!

Miles chuckled. A small wry grin tugged his lips. "I appreciate the offer, however, I must decline. I have prior arrangements." He shook his head. "Besides, it would be unbefitting for the prosecutor of this case to celebrate with the defense he just lost to."

Prior arrangements...? "Don't tell me you're just gonna go home and watch Steel Samurai?" Apparently, the finale was on tonight. Maya made a big fuss about recording it so she could watch it later.

Miles glared at me. "Of course not, Wright." He crossed his arms, tapping his finger and looking away. "I have dinner plans."

Is he... embarrassed?

Wait.

...

........

That- That ring on his finger!

"Edgeworth... You're married?!"

Maya gasped, wide eyes fixated on the gold band wrapped around his finger. Detective Gumshoe seemed to jump out of his skin.

"No way, pal!" Just as quickly, he deflated, looking like a lost puppy. "And you didn't invite me?"

Miles huffed. "I've been married for two years. I'm surprised it took you so long to notice."

"Why didn't you say anything?!"

"Really, Wright, my marital status has no bearing on any case we've worked on together. There was never any need to bring it up."

"But-!"

The prosecutor checked his watch and stood up taller. "I must take my leave. Until next time, Wright."

...

"W-Wait!" Miles turned, eyebrow quirked at my sudden outburst. "Who is it? Y-Your spouse, I mean."

He looked away, that wry grin on his face again. His ring glinted in the fluorescent lights of the lobby as he spun it with his thumb. Then, he turned back around, and walked out the door.