#Wrightworth fanfiction

[04thz]

Sick day - a NaruMitsu oneshot

Miles is sick, he goes to work anyways, it doesn't go great, but at least he's got good friends to help him out

Word count: 3754

Well, this day couldn’t possibly get any worse. Edgeworth had thought he could handle it, it had just seemed like a common cold; it wasn’t like he was dying. But at the moment he certainly wished that were the case. He wished so deeply that he could drop dead, sink right through the courtroom floor, anything to spare him the humiliation of lying sidelong behind the prosecutor’s bench, head pounding and body racked with shivers. 

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It had started as a slight headache the previous night. Edgeworth hadn’t thought anything of it, just taken an Advil and gone to bed. When he woke up it hadn’t gotten any better, and the pain in his head was now accompanied by quite a nasty cough. His limbs felt like jelly as he agonizingly dragged himself out of bed, shuddering when the covers slid off him. He put on his slippers and pulled a bathrobe over his silk pajamas to ward off the chill before making his way to the bathroom.  

Glancing at his reflection, he was irritated to find he looked exactly as terrible as he felt. The characteristic bags under his eyes were more prominent than usual, he was distinctly paler than the night before, and all in all it made him look like an exceptionally tired vampire. Edgeworth groaned; He did not have time to be sick! He had far too much to do, he was arguing an important case today for heaven’s sake, and against Phoenix Wright no less! No, this simply wouldn’t do.  

Annoyed, Edgeworth splashed some water in his face and dried it off with a hand towel. It wasn’t a huge improvement, but an improvement nonetheless. He reluctantly pulled off the robe and his pajamas, shivering in the cold air, before stepping into the shower. The hot water beating down on his back quickly warmed him up, and after washing his hair he simply closed his eyes and let the water cascade over his face and neck for a few minutes. Feeling slightly better, he stepped out of the shower, then quickly dried himself off and got dressed. Looking in the mirror once more, he was contented to see he at least looked somewhat more alive than he did before; The dark circles under his eyes were prominent as ever, but he’d at least regained some of the color on his face. 

After a cup of tea - and a breakfast he’d struggled to finish through a persistent coughing fit and general lack of appetite- Edgeworth managed to convince himself he was feeling better and, after brushing his teeth and styling his hair, went to get dressed for the day. He got his suit on without too much trouble, but when he bent down to put on his socks, he started feeling dizzy and had to sit down on the bed. He squeezed his eyes shut, took a couple deep breaths, and the feeling eventually dissipated. After gathering all the relevant files from his desk and packing them neatly into his briefcase, he walked over to the front door, ready to leave for work. But when he bent down to tie his shoes, he was once again hit with sudden dizziness as well as slight nausea and had to lean against the wall for support. With an exasperated sigh he sat down on the floor to finish tying his shoes. 

With that vexingly demanding task done, Edgeworth once again used the wall for support as he pulled himself up on his feet. He grabbed his briefcase and keys, his wallet, and finally he picked up his phone to call for a cab. Stubborn as he was, even he had to admit he was in no condition to safely drive himself to work. But he was going to work. A little cold wasn’t going to stop “The Demon Prosecutor”. He cringed at the nickname, but it was at the very least a persuasive enough moniker in this case. Miles Edgeworth, The Demon Prosecutor, did NOT take sick days. Taking a deep breath and straightening his back before stepping out of the apartment, he was determined to get through the day without letting on how dreadful he felt.  

And that had worked. For about an hour. While he was going over the evidence with detective Gumshoe before the trial, Edgeworth had another abhorrent coughing fit and failed miserably at convincing the good detective that he’d just choked on his own saliva.  

“Are you alright, sir?!” 

“I told you I’m *cough* fine, detective. Let’s just fo- *cough* focus on the case.” 

He cleared his throat a few times and tried to resume their interrupted review of the evidence, but Gumshoe wasn’t having any of it, insisting that Edgeworth sit down while he fetched him a glass of water. Gritting his teeth, Edgeworth knew they wouldn’t getting anything else done until the detective was allowed to help him, despite his continual insistence that he did not need any help, so he reluctantly sat down on one of the couches in the prosecutor’s lobby as Gumshoe ran off to get some water. 

It wasn’t that Edgeworth didn’t appreciate the good detective’s regard for his health, it was more so that he was trying his hardest to appear composed, and getting doted on like this made him feel weak; Like he was being viewed as someone vulnerable who needed protecting. If there was one thing Miles Edgeworth hated, it was feeling vulnerable. Though in all honesty, if he weren’t so stubbornly clinging to his pride, today was one of the rare occasions he would have tolerated and possibly even enjoyed being taken care of. His earlier conviction of feeling better had worn off entirely as soon as he stepped outside, the headache refused to give way, his throat hurt, at this point he felt so completely rotten he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into his warm, plush bed and sleep for the rest of the week.  

Edgeworth stood back up, shaking his head. Now was not the time, he had to focus. He had been working tirelessly on this case for a long time, and he was NOT going to lose it because of a stupid cold. He was better than that. So, when detective Gumshoe returned with the water, Edgeworth drank in small sips, attempting to regain his composure while they returned to work.  

Quit while you’re ahead. His father used to say that. And God, did Miles wish he’d listened. 

 It had gone well at first, he’d collected all the files and documents orderly on the prosecutor’s bench, greeted Wright in a manner he hoped seemed confident and put-together, and the trial had begun as per usual. At first everything went off without a hitch; he presented his case and called up his first witnesses. Then things started going horribly wrong. After Wright had begun cross-examining his second witness, Edgeworth had to fight very hard to suppress another wretched coughing fit and it almost felt like he was choking. The judge noticed his struggle and it took all his effort to sound calm as he assured him that:  

“I am quite alright, Your Honor. Let’s continue with the cross-examination, shall we?” 

He could hear that his voice sounded strained, but he still tried to keep up the facade. He glanced across the courtroom and saw Wright looking at him with visible concern. Edgeworth turned away and, for lack of anything else to do, started looking through the files on his bench. 

Another half an hour or so went by as normal, but as he went to object to one of Wright’s - quite frankly ridiculous – arguments, Edgeworth started to once again feel faint. His head was spinning, he blanched pale and just as he heard both Wright and the judge ask simultaneously if he was feeling alright, his legs gave out under him. The courtroom became a blur of color as he fell, and as he hit the floor his head snapped down onto the cold stone, causing his vision to go black for a few seconds. When he came to, his right shoulder was burning with pain where he’d landed on it, his head throbbed, and he was shaking with weakness and cold. Through the haze of the pain echoing through his skull it took a while to register the cacophony of voices from the crowd in the gallery, but as soon as he did, he felt the sting of shame in his chest. This was a high-profile case and the courtroom was packed with people, not to mention reporters and journalists. He could already see the headlines. 

Miles squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will his trembling body to sink through the floor, through the ground, let him rot at the core of the earth. He silently begged to a God he didn’t even believe in to strike him dead where he lay; anything was better than this. At first he almost thought something answered his prayers when a shadow blocked the painfully bright courthouse light from behind his closed eyelids. That was until a hand was placed on his arm and a familiar voice cut through the buzzing murmur of the crowd. 

“Edgeworth? Miles, are you okay?” 

Miles hesitantly opened his eyes, squinting up at Phoenix, who was kneeling in front of him with an immensely worried expression on his face. He placed a blissfully cool hand on Miles’ forehead and shook his head. 

“You’re burning up. Come on, let’s get you out of here.” 

Phoenix stood up and reached his hand out to help him do the same, but when Miles didn’t even manage to pull himself up to sitting, he sighed and bent down, hooking Miles’ left arm over his own shoulder and slowly pulled him off the floor. Detective Gumshoe ran down from his spot to help and, careful not to further agitate his aching shoulder, took hold under Mile’s other arm. Slowly, carefully, they more or less carried the half-conscious prosecutor out of the courtroom while he limply hung between them, face pointing down towards the floor. They gently laid him down on a couch in the defendant lobby and Phoenix sat down on a chair beside him, while Gumshoe went to bring his car around. Through his delirium, Miles tried to mutter something about finishing the trial, but Phoenix shut him down. 

“You can’t even stand, Miles, they’re bringing in someone else to finish it.” 

“Better be Franziska in that case...” Miles mumbled, and Phoenix chuckled 

“No, they’re OBVIOUSLY going to bring Payne in for a case like this.” 

Miles scoffed and turned his head towards him 

“Not funny, Wright.” 

Phoenix smiled a bit and put his hand on Miles’ forehead again. His smiled faded and he furrowed his brows. 

“What were you thinking coming into work today? You’ve clearly got a fever, and you seemed like you were barely holding it together in there.” 

Miles sighed, reveling in the touch (though he’d sooner die than admit it) and simultaneously beating himself up. How could he have been so stupid? Wright was obviously correct; He hadn’t been holding it together at all. Another jolt of pain through his head forced him to shut his eyes and turn toward the wall, away from the light. And away from Phoenix’s gaze. Phoenix shook his head and took off his suit jacket, placing it over Miles, who was still shivering.  

“We’ll bring you home, alright? Gumshoe should be here with the car any moment. I’ll grab your stuff, and then we’re getting you out of here.” 

Miles nodded dejectedly, relaxing slightly under the royal blue blazer before he was once again racked with coughing. Phoenix stood up and walked back into the courtroom to fetch his belongings. Right when he came back, Gumshoe walked through the door, and they both helped Miles out to Gumshoe’s car, laying him down in the back seat since he was still too weak to really sit up. Gumshoe drove carefully and definitely under the speed limit for most of the way to Miles’ apartment. About halfway there, Miles drifted off and was only woken up by the sound of Phoenix eventually opening the door to get him out. 

Getting him out of the car proved to be more difficult than getting him into it, but eventually they managed to once again prop him up between the two of them and made their way inside the building. Then they ran into yet another problem; Miles lived a few stories up. Taking the elevator would have obviously been the simplest way, but since that was hardly an option, they improvised. Detective Gumshoe scooped Miles up in his arms and slowly, careful not to trip, carried him up the stairs, while Phoenix walked behind them carrying Miles’ belongings. When they’d finally reached the right floor and Phoenix, after some difficulty, found the correct key and unlocked the door to the apartment, Gumshoe gently placed Miles down and Phoenix held him up for support. 

“You need any more help, pal? I kind of have to get back to the station” 

“Don’t worry, I got it from here. Thanks, detective Gumshoe.” 

“No problem, anytime. Get well soon, Mr. Edgeworth.” 

Miles mumbled some incoherent gratitudes, and Gumshoe flashed them both a smile before turning and walking back down the stairs. Phoenix helped Miles into the apartment and closed the door behind them. Miles tried his best to untie his shoes, but immediately the dizziness hit him again and Phoenix had to catch him before he'd fall forward onto the floor.  

“Easy. I got you.” 

Too tired to protest, Miles simply leaned against the wall and allowed Phoenix to take his shoes off. He didn’t put up a fight when Phoenix led him to his room either, nor when he helped him out of his suit and into his pajamas. He could feel the blood rushing to his face once the other man helped him take his pants off and step into the pastel pink, silken pajama bottoms, but that was as much as his exhausted brain registered before he was carefully laid down on his bed and had the covers pulled over him. He curled up in the warmth and felt a hand on his cheek. 

“Your skin still feels like it’s boiling. Hang on, I’ll be right back.”  

Miles heard footsteps walking out of the room, then noise in the kitchen. He coughed again and sniffled, but the pain in his head wasn’t as sharp in the darkness of his room. His shoulder was sore, likely quite badly bruised, but it wasn’t too bad in his airy pajama shirt. He was about to doze off again when he heard Phoenix come back into his room. As he opened his eyes, Phoenix pulled up a chair next to the bed and in the dim light coming through the blinds Miles could see he was holding a large bowl and a kitchen towel. 

“This’ll help a little with the fever.” 

Phoenix smiled a bit, dipping the towel into the bowl, which Miles could hear was filled with water. He lifted the towel up, wringing it out before reaching over and gently dabbing Miles’ face. The cool fabric felt heavenly against his feverish skin and Miles let out a contented sigh, feeling his mind start to clear somewhat. Phoenix dipped the towel again and placed it on Miles’ forehead, before getting up and placing the bowl on the floor next to the bed. He made his way to the kitchen again and soon came back with a glass, which he placed on the nightstand. 

“Got you some water too, you need to stay hydrated.” 

Miles looked up at him with weary eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had done anything like this for him. He could not remember the last time anyone had honestly looked at him with such genuine concern, brought him to bed, and taken care of him. He was so used to fending for himself, the sensation felt odd, but not unpleasant. On the contrary, while his instinctual reaction was to block himself off so as to not appear weak, he found that he actually didn’t mind being taken care of. Not at all. 

 It hit him like a truck; People cared about him. Detective Gumshoe and Phoenix had both abandoned their responsibilities just to bring him home, carried him up to his apartment, helped him into bed, and now Phoenix Wright, his oldest friend, the man who had seen him at his absolute worst and still forgiven him, was sitting by his bedside, dabbing his fever-heated skin with a towel, and taking care of him. The revelation struck him with such intensity that, without Miles being able to stop it, tears welled up in his eyes and spilled down his flushed cheeks. Phoenix tilted his head, frowning with worry. 

“Miles? Is everything okay?” 

“I... I just...” 

Miles sniffled, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears away, but more just kept coming. He was so overwhelmed with emotion, and his fever-addled brain just couldn’t process them all. Looking up at Phoenix, who’s concerned face was peering down at him from the side of the bed, Miles suddenly blurted out: 

“I love you” 

He was so taken aback by his own words it stopped the tears in their track, and he stared up at the man beside him in abject horror. Phoenix looked just as shocked, bewildered eyes staring back at him under raised eyebrows. Miles’ heart dropped into his stomach, and his face felt even hotter than it already had. He’d never been able to clearly define his feelings for Phoenix, though he’d had an inkling for a while they went beyond simply platonic. But he’d never, never in a million years, thought himself capable of uttering his adoration so blatantly, and he was terrified of the response. Even through the remainder of the sickly haze in his mind, his brain jumped between every possible bad scenario, and he opened his mouth to stammer out an excuse. But before he could, Phoenix took his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it softly. Miles looked up at him, perplexed. 

“I love you too” 

“Wh... What..?” 

Phoenix smiled down at him. His cheeks were flushed pink and there was a sparkle in his eyes as he repeated himself. 

“I love you too, Miles. Always have.” 

Miles swallowed dryly, taking a few breaths to calm himself before responding. It had to be a misunderstanding. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he had to keep going with this, even if Phoenix wouldn’t feel the same. 

“Phoenix, I-I meant I... I love you more than as a friend...” 

“And I already said I love you too” 

Staring into Phoenix’s eyes, subconsciously trying to find a hint of irony but finding nothing of the sort, Miles could feel his panic melting away. He’d said it, haphazardly tossed it out into the world, and Phoenix felt the same way about him. Months of questioning his own feelings, going over scenarios in his head, overanalyzing their every interaction, and the essential words had been spoken in a fit of feverish delirium. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, even if his throat still hurt. The whole situation was so ridiculous, so incomprehensible, it was so them. Phoenix chuckled, softly rubbing his thumb over the back of Miles’ hand. 

“What’s so funny, tough guy?” 

Miles was still laughing. He leaned back, letting his head sink down into the pillow and bringing his free hand up over his eyes. 

“It’s just... I can’t believe that was so... simple” 

“Yeah, nothing’s ever really simple with you, is it?” 

Phoenix smirked playfully.  

“How long have you been overthinking this for exactly?” 

Miles laughed harder, wiping more tears from his eyes, though for a very different reason this time. 

“Far too long” 

Phoenix nodded and took the towel from his forehead. He let go of Miles’ hand, leaning down to dip the makeshift compress in the cold water again. 

“Well maybe you getting sick wasn’t such a bad thing after all. But don’t scare me like that again. I thought you like died or something for a second, you went down like a felled tree.” 

Miles stopped laughing and groaned miserably, hiding his face in his hands. 

“Don’t remind me... Good lord, that disaster of a trial is going to be all over the news. My reputation is ruined.” 

Phoenix dabbed his cheek with the towel, running the other hand’s fingers through his hair reassuringly. 

“It won’t be so bad, Miles. I’ve been on the news for all kinds of stupid things before.” 

“That is not as reassuring as you think it is, Wright.” 

Phoenix chuckled, moving Miles’ hands away from his face so he could put the towel down.  

“Just try not to think about all of that right now, alright? Let’s focus on getting you better. Your head seems to be clearer now at least. I was worried you concussed yourself with that fall.” 

Miles shook his head best as he was able - his mind was clearer, but his body was still weak. 

“I don’t think I did no, I was mostly just dazed. And the fever hardly helped matters.” 

“Makes sense. Are you feeling any better?” 

“A bit. Thank you, Phoenix, truly.” 

“Anytime, Mr. Unnecessary Feelings.” 

He winked and Miles chuckled. Phoenix reached over and stroked his cheek. 

“You hungry?” 

Miles yawned, sinking further down into the mattress and shutting his eyes. 

“I’m just very tired.” 

“Alright. You take a nap, and I’ll have some soup ready when you wake up. Sound good?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

Phoenix nodded and went to stand up, but Miles reached his hand out and grabbed his wrist weakly, without opening his eyes. 

“Stay, please? Just until I fall asleep?” 

Phoenix smiled and sat back down. 

“Of course.” 

And he stayed, sitting by the bed and stroking Miles’ hair until he drifted off, which took all of a few minutes. While he slept, Phoenix got up, cleaned up around the apartment where Miles had been unable to that morning – he knew he liked his spaces tidy – and prepared some nice hot soup for the two of them. When Miles woke up to the smell drifting in from the kitchen and the sound of Phoenix humming quietly to himself, all he could think was that he’d never in his life been happier to be sick.  

[weena-mercator]

Finally posting my first nrmt fic

Okay - it's the 30th anniversary of The Swan Princess movie, so it is time to release the prologue of my 1st nrmt AU fic, The Swan Prince!

I'm so excited to share this, I started working on it in like, July or August I think. So far only the prologue is 100% done (and the length snuck up on me at a little over 6K words lol but there is of course a decent amount of set-up happening here) but I have my ideas all scripted out for the rest of the story, just need to focus on writing more (I'm kind of intensive with my editing... but thankfully I have very cool and helpful beta readers)

If you love nrmt and especially if you love royal AUs and ESPECIALLY if you also love The Swan Princess, I hope you give it a read and enjoy - I'd love to hear from anybody who reads as well, comments on the fic or on tumblr!

I can't wait to do more concept art for the outfits and such...

Oh also happy birthday to Franziska - I decided to headcanon her birthday as Nov 18th since it's National Princess Day lmao (and I keep that consistent in the other fics I'm working on, as well as all the birthdays I established for characters in this story, because it's just funny to me)

[beaglesbites]

meow hello again! im working on a short multi chapter 7 year gap narumitsu fic (updated ch2. recently >:)) so if thats something youre willing to check out, the link will be at the bottom!... also please have a silly beanix doodle i tried to clean up 🫶

[foolish-edworm]

HELP I CAN'T FIND YET ANOTHER WRIGHTWORTH FIC

it's the one where they are maybe on a cruise (?) idk the details but i remember phoenix & edgeworth accidentally end up at an erotic couples massage class, a ballroom dancing class, i believe they play the newlyweds game and win,, god i read so many wrightworth fics in such a short amount of time that i can never remember any of them

[artsietango]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: Mentioned Dick Gumshoe, Gumshoe is the wingman of all time lmao, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Confessional Sex, First Time Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Office Sex, Office Blow Jobs, Sexual Fantasy, Wrightworth - Freeform, Narumitsu - Freeform, Shameless Smut

Summary:

Miles Edgeworth has been fantasizing about having something more with defense attorney Phoenix Wright for a while, but believes what he wants will forever live in fantasy. However, when Gumshoe tricks Phoenix up to Edgeworth's office, he can't help being encouraged by the defense attorney to show his true feelings.

Back at it with another NaruMitsu fic! This one was a beast for me to write, it kept going in a different direction than what I had previously envisioned. But everything worked itself out! If you read, enjoy!

[legayllyblonde]

drawing i made for a narumitsu fic i’ve been writing for the past couple months! it’s 29k words of phoenix tackling his hardest case yet: getting edgeworth to agree to a pet name. completely finished & uploaded, T-rating, established relationship… link’s here if you're interested, if not, enjoy the sillies!

for venturing under the cut, i reward thee with the title card & section break illustrations! my favorites are the origami family and the popcorn pigeon :P

and finally... tigerworth...

[mostlyihyperfixate]

I love you "secretly mean to everyone" Phoenix

I love you "team dad sunshine in a bottle" Phoenix

I love you pan Miles

I love you ace/demi/gray Miles

I love you gay Phoenix

I love you bi Phoenix

I love you sexually experienced Miles

I love you touch starved Miles

I love you "head over heels for Dollie and wanting to try it out officially with Iris" Phoenix

I love you "I was just trying out being with a girl when I dated Dollie and it didn't work out" Phoenix

I love you "I'm still experiencing trauma from my childhood and my father's death twenty years later" Miles

I love you "the past is the past and I've got therapy and I'm happy" Miles

I love you "Dollie severely traumatized me" Phoenix

I love you "Dollie was just a bad ex and I'm fine" Phoenix

I love you "we've been dating since the first game" Wrightworth

I love you "it's post-Spirts of Justice and we still haven't got together" Wrightworth

I love you "I sent letters to Miles from the moment he left for Germany" Phoenix

I love you "I had no idea where Miles was and couldn't send him letters while he was in Germany" Phoenix

I love you "actually living with von Karma wasn't so bad he mostly took good care of me" Miles

I love you "von Karma was some flavor and some degree of abusive" Miles

I love you "I knew Miles wasn't dead and I was just pissed that he left so abruptly" Phoenix

I love you "I thought that suicide note was real and I'm pissed you fooled me into thinking you were dead" Phoenix

I love you "My note was obviously just about going to find myself and I'm not sorry" Miles

I love you "My note was serious but something changed my mind" Miles

I love you "I was aware I've loved you since I was nine" Phoenix

I love you "I just am now figuring out that maybe going to law school to save a guy I knew for half a year wasn't platonic and I'm in my thirties" Phoenix

There are so many absolutely fantastic variables to tell this story with and I love them all.

I love you, Ace Attorney fandom, for providing me with so many lovely stories with which to wile away my time, probably more than I should be wiling it away.

[trashydez]

like a phoenix. (2.7k words)

what if phoenix- instead of being virtually indestructible, actually wasnt? what if he was actually incredibly prone to death, but he just… never stayed dead?

(trigger warning for a multitude of causes of deaths!! some in detail and some not. other tw’s include implied suicide attempts, implied child neglect, derealisation and thinking one is already dead. be warned! take care of yourself!)

at 9, he wakes in his bed after having a high fever and his mom ships him off to school hours after it began. he finds it odd, because last he’d checked his temperature (that morning, when he told his mom he felt like he was going to die and his mom had left to go run errands, barely sparing him a glance), his temperature had been at 107 degrees farenheit. that was definitely high, but after he slipped into unconsciousness, writhing and restless and in a lot of pain, he woke up to his mother checking his temperature and saying he was fine to head off to school. he didnt feel fine, but his temperature had gone down significantly enough that his mother felt like he had no excuse not to go. hes glad he went to school though, even as he shivered, sneezed and sniffled, because there he found a friend in a boy with a funny bowtie and a heart made of gold.

he crunches and chokes on glass shards and poison but doesnt die. the doctors dont find anything wrong with him, aside from feeling a bit ill, so he goes back into the courtroom and dollie is convicted of murder. hes happy his roommate is away for some theatre troupe thing, because the sickness eventually catches up to him and he throws up shards of glass, acid and blood. it cuts into his throat and burns his eyes and he swears, he swears he dies right then and there, freezing and shaking and everything hurts. but when he wakes up hours later, the sun having set and the only light source in his dingy dormroom the moon outside, hes amazed to not feel sick anymore. but the puddle of sludge is drying beside his face and he considers himself lucky, or maybe unlucky, because unlike dahlia’s other victims, he actually lives to tell the tale.

phoenix arrives early to the office, having been in the public library nearby reading a book on reincarnation. he enters the office and promptly has his skull caved into his brain. he does not see his assailant, but when he wakes, theres an oddly dressed girl crying, crouched over his boss’ cold body. he doesn’t think about the drying blood in the back of his head, or how cold mia’s body is (and why he can even tell, considering the fact he has not touched her corpse) or the chapter in the book he’d been reading that talked about quantum immortality— all he thinks of is proving maya fey’s innocence.

as it turns out, being constantly anxious and terrified of mortal peril actually has its perks. maybe the fact he’s a lawyer whose only ever dealt with homicide cases definitely wasn’t benefiting his mental wellbeing either. in any case, its that fear of literally everything and constant feeling of impending doom that makes his body react before his mind does. taser! danger! maya! so, he gets tasered. and it fucking HURTS, but he feels more relieved than frightened as the searing pain shoots through him, because he’d been able to push maya away before von karma got to them both. wasnt a symptom of death by electrocution an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and imminent death? maybe he was going crazy. when he comes back though, its to his head in the lap of a crying spirit medium, so maybe a psychotic break isnt too bad if it means everyone else gets to escape with no damage to their own psyche.

its only after she stops screaming in terror- oh my god, nicks a zombie!! kyahh!!!- and nearly beating him with her bulky magatama necklace, that she tells him what she saw. (“like, there was a sudden bright light and then i realised it was coming from you! but when i tried to touch your glowing skin,” she says it like its the most absurd thing she’d ever seen, which really said something considering the fact she was from a family of people who could channelthe dead “it was HOT! like, japanifornia summer hot! blazing! i was only able to check your pulse after you cooled down a bit…”). maybe its this that makes him less alarmed by the way his skin glowed in the dark of his trashed bedroom, after drinking himself to death following a certain phone call from a terribly sad, newly bossless detective. he doesnt think he can bear the taste alcohol ever again, after that.

maybe the number of times he’s died of blunt force trauma to the head should be a cause for concern, even more so when he wakes up without any of his memories. he’s terrified, and doesnt even knows who he is, until he does, and is able to prove maggey byrde innocent. fun times! he should probably watch out to make sure his next death wasn’t to the head, lest he be as mentally impaired as a number of people liked to say he was… (and he should probably also be concerned by the fact he was already thinking of the next time he’d die, but ah well, blame it on the concussion).

as it turns out, getting whipped to death was not on his list of ways he thought he’d die next, but life liked to mess with him like that, it seemed. still, dragging his delirious self to the bathroom of his office to try and save the infected wounds from killing him wasn’t all that fun, and he’s immediately reminded of his first death, slow and painful, alone and scared of what came next. he feels bad for feeling relieved when maya shows up and screams upon seeing the state he and the bathroom (that’d he’d accidentally trashed when his legs gave out after he opened the door, a number of bottles fallen to the floor beside him) were in. he stops her from calling the police- there was no point, he didn’t have much time left. but when she asks what she could do, he goes quiet. (…just… stay here? i dont- he coughs up a distinctly red shade of spit. maya makes a noise between a choked cry and a whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. but phoenix was shivering worse now, and hugs himself tigher. i dont want to die alone.) so she stays with him, on the cold bathroom floor, as his labored breathing eventually slows. when he awakens, he finds maya asleep leaning against him, and promises to get her burgers as a thank you.

who knew death by a monkey throwing a giant bronze bust of max galactica at you could happen? at this point, he’s almost glad he was basically immortal, because there was no way in hell he’d allow his autopsy report to say ‘cause of death: monkey manslaughter’! edgeworth would laugh himself to tears if he saw! not that he could see. or cry, because he was dead. and not coming back. damn.

so edgeworth isnt dead! yippee? he thought it was his thing to get reanimated after death, not edgeworths. when he saw him, standing in the middle of the police department, alive and breathing and very much not dead, he nearly started laughing. he must’ve finally gone insane! curse the amount of times he’d died of brain related injuries, not that he knew how many of them there were at this point. he might actually have laughed a bit, because pearls was looking at him like he was losing it (he was) but he couldnt really bring himself to care as he had more pressing issues at hand, like saving his best friend from a crazy serial killer holding her hostage, and punching his other best friend in the face for faking his own death (because really, dying was his thing! not edgeworths!). and if he pulls edgeworth into a hug immediately after, throwing caution in the wind (you only live once, right?), the warmth- a normal, human temperature, unlike his burning hot when he came back from death- is enough to stabilise his harried mind for just a moment, before he has to return to his guilty client and his hopeless situation.

by some crazy turn of events, he actually doesnt die from having boiling hot coffee thrown at his face. it burns, and maya screams when she sees the boils on his face after that first trial with godot, but after throwing a wet towel over his face and putting him in timeout on the sofa for 12-hours, the burns go away as if they were never there. he fell asleep at some point, and after alot of back and forth debate, they eventually came to the conclusion that 1. his body heat rising to burning levels when he dies must have caused his body has to grow immune to heat and 2. since sleep was like a ‘temporary death’, a ‘temporary wound’ would just heal like it did when he died of normal wounds, right? he didn’t want to dwell on it too much, because maya was looking at him like she wanted to test that theory for real, so he quickly changes topics before things got out of hand.

so their theory on the immunity to heat thing was correct! …almost. larry had tried to stop him, but it was fire and he was basically immune to heat, right? nope! his skin burned and boiled but he didn’t die as he tried to run across the burning bridge. even so, nothing hurt more than falling through one of the burnt planks and slamming onto the surface of the freezing cold rushing stream below. luckily the death was near immediate, but unfortunately he came to while in the water still, so he swallowed a sizeable amount of water before paramedics arrived. he hears the doctors find his survival miraculous, despite the scorching hot fever he was now under. he blacks out again, and comes to in the hospital, feeling absolutely terrible.

the horribleness feels familiar though, and when edgeworth walks in, he realises what it must be, when the man presses the back of his hand to his temple and quickly pulls his hand away as if burned. (oh. he thinks, tearing up despite himself. it must be the fever. i’m going to die like this again.) his internal monologue must’ve been external though, because edgeworth balks (‘again?!’). but phoenix was crying in hiccups and sobs, feeling terrible and like he was nine years old again, wishing his mother were there to nurse him back to health like she’d never done before. he faintly hears edgeworth sitting down on his bed and reaches out, gripping the mans waist like it was a lifeline. in a sense, it was. “don’t go.” he whispers, gripping the man tighter like he’d disappear into thin air (again). “please, please don’t go.” in his delirium, he nearly wails in despair when he feels edgeworth move, but he was only moving to readjust himself so he’s lying next to him, their bodies so close that it must burn, but the only sign edgeworth shows that he’s in pain is a wince and the crease of his brow. he allows himself to be cried on, curling a protective arm over phoenix’s burning body. “i- i dont know what’s going on, wright, but i’m not, i’m not going anywhere, okay?” he seems to be attempting exasperation, but it comes out terrified and concerned, but phoenix is fading quickly, so it might just be his waning mind making up things that don’t exist. “i am terrified. your body is life threateningly hot and— wright? wright!”

he comes to with nurses surrounding him, and a distressed edgeworth swearing on his life that that man was dead, his body was seizing and on fire and- and his heart stopped beating! but phoenix couldn’t dwell on it, because the mention of fire immediately brought him back to why he was in the hospital at all. and plus, it gave him the chance to use his best friends sensitive treatment of him afterwards to convince him to play defense attorney, so that was nice. still, he feels like he dies when he finds out dahlia had actually been iris and that godot was actually his dead mentors apparently not dead boyfriend. oh, and he was also a murderer. he also feels like he dies when dahlia- actual, serial killer and dead by execution dahlia, was exorcised from maya’s body. but that had more to do with his soul leaving his body in terror rather than actually dying, so that was a nice change of pace… probably.

later, he’d had to have a conversation with edgeworth to give him an explanation on just what the hell he’d witnessed in that hospital room. although, apparently his re-aliving symptoms must’ve started becoming more dramatic, because miles describes it as his whole body glowing as bright as the sun, and then his eyes opening for a moment to reveal nothing but white, glowing eyeballs with no irises. phoenix has to convince him to still board his flight the day after, that he was okay… probably. maybe not safe, but definitely okay. (still, edgeworth stays the night at his, and they hold eachother close, basking in the shared warmth of two alive bodies in heat equilibrium, listening to eachothers breathing and rhythmic heartbeats, no signs of impending mortality in sight, save for, what did the french call it? la petite morte? most of all, phoenix basks in the promise miles makes to him. “i’m not going anywhere,” he repeats, over and over like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was phoenix. “i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”)

and when he loses his badge, he thinks he really does die, permanent and definitively. he feels far away from his body when the forger is called to the witness stand. feels like a ghost when the council walks out the room and past him, making no eye contact and answering the unanswered question on the tip of his tongue. feels his life crumble to pieces when a blonde man with a pleasent, almost saintly smile gives him the most maddeningly sympathetic look and tells him he is sorry for his loss, as if there really was someone dead. only, the only one dead must’ve been him, because there was no one else there who had just lost their life. he couldn’t even hear himself as he laughed, which turned into sobs, as he excused himself and fleed to his bicycle. not one pedestrian bats an eye at the state he is in, so he must really be a ghost, cycling past speeding cars and large trucks and buses as if it couldn’t kill him, because he wasn’t there, he was already dead. when he reaches his office, freezing and quiet and dreadfully void of any human life, he passes by the window his boss had died at and sees his reflection, unkempt and red faced and badgeless. he wants to scream, but he couldn’t because no one would hear a ghost scream, so instead he just sits down in the spot his mentor had lost her life in, and mourns.

when two weeks later a warm, incredible alive life falls into his hands in the shape of a little girl with a too big tophat and a joy for being alive that he’d lost years ago, well, maybe he is glad that he couldn’t die for real, if only to be able to wake up to that beaming grin as his little girl tries to pull her daddy out of bed because she’d made breakfast, and it only smells burnt because of the magic something she’d added as a special ingredient. he eats it, char and all, because he can’t taste the burnt-ness of it anyway, but he could taste the love and care put into it, and that was more than enough to take his mind away readying himself for his next death. instead, he thinks of his daughter’s next performance at the wonder bar, and their next trip to kurain, and miles’ next visit. for once, he thinks of living.

[trlvsn]

i keep seeing this phrase in narumitsu fanfiction and if i have to think about luke atmey every time, so do you

[belleybbean]

he will not get out of my head. gayass lawyer. i swear to god. just lives there, rent free. bounces off the walls sometimes. phoenix wright you haunt me

[corvidares]

you know what, i've sent this list to a couple friends at this point so i might as well make it a post -

ACE ATTORNEY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

(all mostly sfw) (i'll make a separate list of nsfw ones) in no particular order, besides the first few!

Pressure (pushing down on me) - genuinely the best ace attorney fic i've read. between the characterization, expansion of plotbeats, the prose, etc. Pressure elaborates on and reinterprets canon scenes taking place in the main trilogy. Obviously narumitsu flavored. CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH.

Kindred - my FAVORITE, genuinely a comfort fic i've reread at least three times. miles adopts Pess, a borzoi dog tied to a murder case. very narumitsu flavored

Indefensible - also HIGH up there as a favorite, a very robust murder case with fantastic characterization across the board. it's got narumitsu, it's got franmaya, it's got drama. everything you need. there IS a few sex scenes, but the author warns you in the chapter descriptions if thats not your thing.

continued....

take it like a man - light angst centered on phoenix, and suit shopping. it's good

New Digs - really well written oneshot highlighting maya's ptsd, which we don't do enough of as a fandom btw

you still love him (but she does too) - classic case 3-5 hospital scene, very beautifully written

i didn't know how so we took it in turns (to my surprise we found my words) - narumitsu hurt/comfort focused on miles' ptsd

the soul truth (and nothing but the the truth) - FRANMAYA CENTRIC MULTI CHAPTER!!! WOOHOO. a really very good case fic :]

Triple Blind Taste Test - this is a oneshot about fran being autistic and struggling with food texture, which makes Me Personally feel very seen

to know gifts given - miles and pearl bonding, very cute :'D

the patience of little great things - trucy sickfic, miles does the Most to help phoenix take care of her.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: After learning about a clerical error on their wedding certificate, Maggey and Gumshoe decide to go all out and invite their friends and family to a vow renewal ceremony in Las Vegas. Edgeworth, spurred on by his sister's threats encouragements, decides to use the trip as an opportunity to express feelings he's been holding onto for years. However when Edgeworth, Larry, and Phoenix wake up the morning after Gumshoe's bachelor party, it doesn't take them long to realize things didn't go as planned: Edgeworth's cards have been declined, Larry has been mysteriously injured, and Phoenix wakes up wearing a wedding ring. And, to top it all off, Gumshoe is missing. They'll need to rush against time to find Gumshoe before his wedding, and to do that they'll need to figure out what the hell exactly happened last night.

Author: @maud-moon

Submitter: @beacandy

Note from submitter: The iconic Phoenix-gets-drunk-hitched-in-Vegas-and-deals-with-the-aftermath fanfiction.

[weena-mercator]

2nd chapter of The Swan Prince is up!

Here is the first true chapter (since chapter 1 was a prologue), The First Summer.

My original goal for the majority of the first ten chapters was to keep them around 3,000 words... and then I realized I had a lot to establish with Mia's POV and some more world-building, so this ended up being over 8,000 words (even longer than the prologue, oops).

But hopefully you find it enjoyable to read and cute! As I've mentioned before, it's kid fluff galore for a bit until we get to the mutual pining and falling in love.

Since the next few chapters will be from a fairly young Phoenix and Miles (they were too young to write a POV for in this chapter, given that they are four and three respectively, but I still wanted to capture moments from the first summer of the arrangement while they are very young), it should be a little easier to keep from going way over my writing goal.

And if you'd like to see pictures of all the flowers that are referenced in this chapter, I'm just about to put up a post with those!

[beaglesbites]

I realised i never posted about it but! i have a little narumitsu fluff oneshot i worked on a while back up on ao3.. please have a little doodle i made based on one of the dialogue lines (i love edgeworth tremendously..)

If you enjoy miles edgeworth heavy oneshots where hes kind of a loser and maybe even a sad wet cat.. and also confessions and first kisses... feel free to check out Storm In A Teacup!!

[foolish-edworm]

im back

i read a lot of wrightworth one shots in 2020 and im now compensating for my crimes with the amount of times ive forgotten fics

please,, help,,

there are multiple fics im looking for here, all of them involve some type of interview? one of them was formatted really cool, also i think one was outsider pov but im not sure

idk im just trying to find these fics where like the press was spreading the rumor that edgeworth & wright were s couple or something

idk

i just need to find the interview fics!!!

all recs are appreciated sorry this is so vague i had A Moment

[artsietango]

Very late night Of Vampires & Turnabouts update! As I'm writing this, happy 11:11! If this was your wish, congratulations, it came true! It's a short update, but I hope you all like it, and are excited for what's coming next. I still have a ton planned for this!

You can read Chapter 8 of OVaT here!