#ratattorney

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Ratattorney belongs to @spirit-small

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From a young age, borrowers are encouraged to do as much for themselves as they can. They're social creatures by nature, and thrive in larger community settings, but their continued existence depends on not being detected. This means that small family groups and, often, solo individuals, are the norm. Not by nature, but by necessity. To that end, borrower children are taught the necessary skills for survival as early as they're able. It's not to get them out on their own quickly, but more because of how fragile and volatile a borrower's life can be. Orphans are remarkably common. They're taught to fend for themselves, because soon enough they may have to.

This is Phoenix Wright's first solo borrowing.

He is 9 years old.

The risk is low. Only two beans live here, and they're both rather preoccupied at the moment. All he has to do is get a couple of things. It'll be over before he knows it.

He silently makes his way across a countertop, and climbs into a cupboard. He knows where his target is. This borrowing stuff is easy, he didn't even SEE a bean.

Too bad he didn't hear one either.

The cupboard he's in is opened and light floods his eyes. He squints and finds himself face to face with the younger bean, caught red handed, quite literally, on account of the Cheeto dust. Flamin' Hot, naturally.

They stare at each other for a minute.

And another.

And another.

It almost seems like the bean is having trouble processing what he's seeing, as if he can't figure out what the appropriate response is.

"Um, hello. My name is Miles Edgeworth. What's yours?" He finally settles on.

"Uh.. Ph-Phoenix... Wright?"

The bean- the Miles- laughs. "I'm not sure, you tell me. Is it Phoenix or not?"

Phoenix is baffled. "Y-yes. That's right, Phoenix."

"Right." Miles nods.

"Yes."

"What?"

"That's right. I'm Wright."

"You're right? Then we're both right. Right?"

"I thought you were Edgeworth? Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right."

"That's right."

The two of them just look at each other for a moment, and simultaneously laugh. Laughing! With a bean! Phoenix is starting to suspect everything about his worldview might be a lie. Either that, or he found a rare One Of The Good Ones.

"So, um... May I ask what you're doing in my cupboard?" Miles asks. Phoenix has to think for a moment. What if he only gets mad when he realizes he's being borrowed from? Beans don't tend to take kindly to learning that.

But then again. What other explanation could there be?

"I... I was inspecting them. See, sometimes little bugs can get into these things, through even the tiniest of cracks in the wall. How would you feel if you started putting on the Ritz, only to find your crackers crawling with ants? I'm really doing you beans a service, here." Phoenix lies through his little teeth.

"...Ah... yes. Of... of course. That... makes sense. You know, if you're hungry, you can just help yourself. I don't mind. I'm sure you don't eat much. You can even take a little extra for later, if you want."

Phoenix bites into a Cheeto. He doesn't even hesitate.

"Mmmrf... Shank you... Mrrnff..."

Miles laughs, not necessarily at Phoenix's shameless display of his lack of table manners, but just... At the absurdity of the whole situation. Phoenix double checks the contents of his bag, and prepares to leave.

"W-wait! Are you... Leaving?" Miles looks at him like a sad, lost puppy.

"I have to. If I don't return soon, I'll never hear the end of it. I mean it, though... Thank you. For letting me take that stuff, and... For keeping me a secret."

"I don't recall promising to keep you a secret." Miles raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you did now." Phoenix winks. Miles gets a determined look on his face and nods.

"I understand..." He watches him as he disappears through a crack in the wall he'd never even put a second thought into. "Wait! Will I... Ever see you again...?"

Phoenix steps back out into the light for a moment. He looks down, thinking hard, considering all of the angles. Turning his thinking around- If beans are so dangerous, then the best way to survive a world full of them is to have one on your side, right? He looks up at Miles, and smiles.

"I think we can arrange that."

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Guys, I’m in such a desperate need for more G/T stories I can binge read.

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This

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AMAZING!!!

Thank you anon for oiling my brain gears……. I call this the Rattatiniest Tourneybout

Credit for the Ratattorney AU goes to @spirit-small I hope you’re ok with me posting this dvsksvsk

Maya was careful to avoid eye contact with random passerby as she sped down the courthouse hallway. Snatching a not-guilty verdict from the jaws of defeat had taken a lot out of her, and she hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with Phoenix since the verdict was handed down.

So there she was, searching for a secluded place to speak with the borrower currently perched on her shoulder. It was too dangerous to converse in the open, after all—especially with so many prying eyes around. Hidden behind Maya’s locks of hair, the man’s tiny hands gripped her robes for balance. He remained silent as Maya continued speed-walking.

A sign pointing to the courthouse bathrooms caught her eye. She turned the corner, ignoring a nearby bailiff, and shoved herself into the farthest stall from the door. It was hardly the perfect place to chat, but it was safer than anyplace else and would suffice for the moment.

“Nice job out there, Maya!” Phoenix whispered a quiet cheer into Maya’s ear. He grasped her robes to keep himself steady, which only slightly offset his excited bouncing. “I thought we were done for, but you really pulled through.”

“I don’t know how lawyers do this full-time,” Maya sighed, collapsing onto the closed toilet seat. She reached behind her ear, holding her hand flat for Phoenix to step onto. “But it’s worth it, you know? I think our client was about to cry tears of joy.”

When she retracted her hand, Phoenix stood atop it, grinning widely. His face was flushed from embarrassment and adrenaline, but his eyes glimmered with pride nonetheless. “Yeah… we did great today. Burgers to celebrate?”

“You read my mind.” Maya fumbled for her cellphone. “Maybe Edgeworth wants to come with us!”

Phoenix shook his head and laughed. “No way he wants to buy you food after losing so badly.”

“He can’t say no to this face,” Maya replied with a cheeky grin. She began punching Miles Edgeworth’s phone number into the keypad, wondering what kind of burger she should order. The phone rang twice before someone picked up. “Hey, Edgeworth! Wanna meet us in the lobby for burgers?”

“Miss Fey,” Miles hissed from the other end, ignoring her question and sounding incredibly irate all of a sudden. Perhaps he was upset about losing the trial? “Tell me… has Wright suffered any major head injuries recently?”

Maya glanced down at Phoenix, who shrugged in reply. “Uh, no,” she told Miles. “Not that I know of.”

“Then could you explain to me,” Miles continued, every word laced with fury and anger, “why I found him wandering in the open? In the lobby, no less?”

“Huh?” Maya scratched her head, as if it would help her figure out what the hell Miles was talking about. From his spot on her palm, Phoenix appeared to be just as confused as she was. He could only offer a puzzled stare. “Nick knows better than that,” Maya said slowly. “He wouldn’t—”

Miles cut her off, his words rising in pitch until his voice cracked. “Well, he did! He was almost found by Payne of all people, and I shudder to think how that could have gone!” He sucked in a sharp breath, evidently trying to calm himself down. “Come to the lobby. I have Wright with me and I’m taking you both home. Now.”

With no further fanfare or explanation, the line went dead. Miles had hung up on them. Maya stared at the phone with a puzzled expression before turning her attention back to Phoenix. “Huh? Edgeworth has… you?”

Phoenix simply shrugged again.

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When Maya returned to the lobby, Miles was silent at first. He simply motioned for the girl to follow him to the parking lot, and although his face remained carefully blank, there was a wild panic in his eyes that betrayed how he really felt. Maya trailed him without complaint, and they stayed silent until they were in the safety of Miles’ car.

That’s when hell broke loose.

“You’ve spoken to me at length about the importance of staying hidden,” Miles growled, slamming his hands hard onto the steering wheel. “I took great care in keeping your existence a secret from the courts. I’ve overlooked countless crimes just so you can practice law!”

Maya winced at the volume. She stuck a finger into her ear and scowled. “Edgeworth, what—”

“You could have gotten Miss Fey into serious trouble, you know. You could have gotten her arrested! What happened to being careful?!”

At first, Maya had been annoyed at being yelled at for seemingly no reason, but seeing Miles in his half-angry, half-panicked state was strangely fascinating . He never once looked at her (or even in Phoenix’s general direction, although he was still hidden behind her hair). In fact, he never once looked up—his gaze was kept locked downwards, avoiding both Maya’s and Phoenix’s eyes.

How curious.

Apparently, though, Phoenix had already heard enough. He jumped off Maya’s shoulder, landing on her knee with a soft thud. “Edgeworth, what do you take me for? Of course I’m careful.” Miles flinched a bit, blinking at Phoenix with buggy eyes. Phoenix simply folded his arms and curled an eyebrow, unimpressed and annoyed with Miles’ odd behaviour. “Maya was with me all day. I wasn't by myself for a second.”

“But… We… But y—you were…” Miles devolved into incoherent sputters, glancing between Phoenix and Maya rapidly. It seemed like it was the prosecutor’s turn to be utterly confused. “B—but we were… just…”

“Edgeworth,” Maya pressed, taking advantage of the quiet to speak up. “What’s going on? Why are you being so weird?”

Miles didn’t answer her. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he once again fixed his gaze downwards. “…Is every borrower named Phoenix Wright?” he breathed, his voice strangled.

“What’s a borrower?” a faint new voice asked nervously, and to Maya’s surprise, something in Miles’ breast pocket began to shift and squirm. He wasn’t talking to Maya. He was talking to his pocket. Or at least, whatever was inside it.

Miles scowled. “What do you mean, what’s a borrower? And how do you know my name if you’re not Wright?!”

Phoenix let his arms fall limply to his sides. He climbed around the stickshift and onto Miles’ leg, cocking his head at the new presence in the car. Maya shifted around so she could face Miles fully. They both looked on with varying degrees of uncertainty.

“I—I… I’m sorry, I’m just a bit confused,” the new voice continued, stammering over its words. “Why are we at the courthouse? Did I fall asleep?”

“Edgeworth,” Phoenix said suddenly, looking rather grim. “I think you kidnapped a borrower.”

“But he’s you!” Miles shouted. It took all of Maya’s effort not to wince from the volume spike. “I’m not blind, I wouldn’t just kidnap a random borrower!”

“Let him out,” Phoenix said simply. “I’ll handle this.”

Miles tried to protest, but gave up halfway through a sputtered first word when Phoenix shot him a look. Hesitantly, he reached a hand into his pocket. He carefully gathered up a mess of blue limbs—a tiny person—and set them down in his lap. Phoenix gasped sharply, and Maya found herself gaping like a fish.

Miles wasn’t kidding—the resemblance was uncanny.

The borrower’s hair jutted backwards, seemingly sharp to the touch, and his suit was crisp and well-pressed—not to mention expertly made. But other than that, the little man fumbling for a foothold atop Miles’ leg was eerily similar to Phoenix. Even their heterochromatic eyes were identical—brown and blue, and wide as saucers.

The strange borrower didn’t fully register Phoenix’s presence until he’d accidentally stumbled and fallen forwards, collapsing into Phoenix’s chest and sending them both sprawling onto the nearby armrest. “Crap,” the man whispered apologetically, fumbling for something to hold onto. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Phoenix blinked rapidly, alternating his bewildered gaze between the new borrower and a rather helpless-looking Miles. “I’m fine,” he eventually settled on saying, shoving the man off his chest and rising to his feet. He paced around the spot the other man sat, gripping his forehead with his hand. “You’re… You’re a…”

“I can’t believe that stupid machine zapped another person. If the doctor wasn’t already dead, I would have killed him myself.” The borrower shakily rose to a stand, focusing more on steadying himself than anything else. “And when we get back to normal, I’m throwing that piece of junk into a volcano.”

Doctor? Machine? Maya was beginning to wonder if the borrower had hit his head at some point.

“My name is Phoenix Wright,” he continued, brushing dust off his suit and turning to face Phoenix for an introduction. He stuck his hand out and finally looked at Phoenix’s face.

“What about you? What’s your—n–ngh?!”

The man suddenly choked on his tongue, his eyes bugging out comically. It seemed that he finally realized what everyone else had already noticed. “Y—you’re me!” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger in Phoenix’s direction. “What the hell?! You’re… y—you’re me!”

“That’s what we’ve been saying,” Maya said carefully, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Who are you? Are you a borrower, too?”

The answer to Maya’s question was the borrower promptly passing out where he stood.

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📖? ^^ for the ask game?

You and two other anons asked this! This goes out to all of you!

📖 Got any G/T fics and/or art you can recommend? Or perhaps any G/T fic and/or art ideas you want to share?

My immediate recommendations are @sa-gt-tarrius's The Tiniest Turnabout (Phoenix is shrunk while investigating a case), and @spirit-small's Ratattorney AU (Phoenix is a borrower helping Maya act as a lawyer)!

As for my own ideas... I've tossed around a couple involving my OCs, and there's that fic idea I had with sizeshifter Miles settling into the idea of being able to grow taller, inspired by @much-the-millers-kid. A little sneak preview of my notes...

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im so sorry for the spam agdhf i finally had time to go through most of the ratattorney au stuff by @/spirit-small and i am L i v i n g for it <3

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Rattatorney but its a dating sim

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i spent so much time booping instead of drawing

ratattorney of course belongs to @spirit-small

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this takes place sometime between Turnabout Sisters and Turnabout Goodbyes

happy birthday, Ratattorney!! thank you for sending me the idea of this au a year ago @spirit-small it's changed my life forever <3

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ratattorney no dl6 au

ratattorney belongs to @spirit-small!!

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How would u do AA cast meets GAA cast under rattatorney??

OH OKAY GONNA TRY TO THINK HOW MIXING MY TIME TRAVEL AU AND THE RATATTORNEY AU WOULD GO (things to note for anyone who doesnt know abt it: my time travel au is smth i only now post in theSaveDataTeam server and to friends on discord, due to Reasons i dont rlly share it publicly anymore lol)

(under read more bc this got long lmao)

so first of all, iirc we dont exactly have much on the GAA side of the au, but i want to assume something similar happens with Susato and Ryunosuke like Maya and Phoenix (maybe Susato is playing Ryutaro w Ryunosuke able to help her by giving her a different perspective on cases to help idk). either way, Ryu and Susato end up in modern times like in my time travel au thru some mysterious means and its just like

except g/t lol. i think at first Maya suggests she and Susato are related bc their circumstances are similar, but then somehow it's learned that Phoenix and Ryunosuke are the ones related (idk how tho bc i dont think borrowers do genealogy lmao. maybe Ema comes back for summer break and does a DNA test or smth.)

similar to my time travel au, bc she thinks its unfair that Phoenix and Ryunosuke get to be related but they don't, Maya asks Susato if she'd like to be adopted as her ancestor, and Susato agrees.

the girls bond. Maya gets Susato addicted to Steel Samurai. but Maya would probably feel almost....... useless compared to Susato. because Susato is a judicial assistant, she understands law so much more than Maya does. hell, she's been reading the law books in the office and actually understands them, but Maya...... she's a spirit medium. and not even a well trained one ever since taking up her fake job as a lawyer. she doesn't feel as capable as Susato.

but Susato would take the time to help her, even if it's just a bit. she wants Maya to succeed and feel proud of herself– she thinks it's impressive how much the young woman has done as someone without any training in law.

meanwhile, Ryunosuke and Phoenix bond over having been found by beans and also learn differences in their borrower cultures with Ryu from early 1900s Japan and Phoenix living in Japanifornia in teh 2010s. Phoenix feels some relief that he's not the first borrower to end up being Seen by a bean, and Ryunosuke is slightly concerned abt the fact it happens again in the future, especially down his bloodline.

anyway Maya finds it more fun to mess with Ryunosuke (who she's dubbed "L'il Grampa Nick") because not only is he a borrower, he's a borrower from the early 1900s. meaning he has no way of knowing if she's telling the truth about what the future is like. Maya would lie a lot about the future to Susato and Ryunosuke and sees just how much she can get away with. (she's able to get away with a lot more with Ryunosuke).

Phoenix has to tell Ryunosuke not to believe half of what Maya says after Ryu calls him a thot bc Maya told him it means thoughtful person.

also idk where to put this in this ramble but i think Susato would def be a lot more careful and gentle w the two borrowers than Maya lmao.

@spirit-small if you'd like to contribute to this since Ratattorney is your au lol

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Give your special someone (be they borrower or bean, lawyer or normal) a very special ratattorney themed valentine or some shit idk

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It's been days since Phoenix has had a proper meal. An office building had seemed like a good place for a borrower to live, at first at least. Unlike a house or apartment building, it would be virtually deserted at night, so as long as he committed to being nocturnal he shouldn't ever be found. And after his last couple encounters with beans, that seemed to be for the best. (Ahem, Larry.)

But of course, the building was not without its share of problems. While the sheer number of people in and out every day meant that he didn't need to worry too much about how much he would take, the food selections tended to be rather... Slim. It's hard to get into a vending machine or refrigerator, after all. So aside from a few granola bar crumbs and the most unloved, stale pieces of bagel he hadn't gotten much to eat lately.

So forgive him for being a little riskier than usual. The desperation and delirium got to him. Sure, he could have waited for the bean to clear out. But that ran the risk of her taking the delicious-smelling food along with her. And her back was turned. And she seemed very distracted. Get in, get out. That was the plan. Now, granted, that’s not a very good plan, and it’s certainly not a very well-thought-out plan, but it might have worked. Maybe.

If he hadn’t been spotted.

Their eyes lock, just for a second. He drops his prize of a single french fry and darts away. To her he’s nothing but a sudden flash of pink, barely noticeable. Though, he supposes, he could stand to be a little less noticeable. A bright pink sweater? He may as well be carrying a big sign that says "BORROWER" with an arrow pointing at him.

“You can have some, if you want.” She knows he’s there. He’d hoped, through some miraculous means, she’d simply move on. But isn’t that just the problem with beans? They can’t help but let their curiosity get them into trouble. Get them entrenched in other people’s affairs. There’s a saying among borrowers, ‘Curiosity gets you killed by a cat.’ 

It’s very literal. They’re a very straightforward people.

“I could always get you something else to eat...” She’s still talking. Doesn’t seem like she’s going to let up at all. Pretending he doesn’t exist doesn’t seem like it’s going to work this time. Nowhere to go, anyway. Trapped here in the corner between a bean and a wall. The choice is clear, as if it were even a choice at all. At least, of all the beans he’d seen since moving into this building, this is the one who had to find him. She seemed nice. A defense attorney, just like Miles always wanted to be. They’re supposed to help people in need. This is who Phoenix had decided he’d reveal himself to if he ever really, desperately needed help, as a last resort.

Phoenix takes a deep breath. He calms his nerves. He has to focus, he can’t show any fear, or any doubt. He steps out into the light, looks up at her (ohnoshe’ssomuchbiggerupclose), and picks a fry up off the counter. He looks her in the eye, her calm smile barely hiding the questions burning beneath the surface. He bites into the fry and sits back against the wall to eat. They stay like that for a minute. Neither one knowing what to say or how to say it. It’s incredibly uncomfortable for the both of them.

“Well... I’ve got some work to do, if you don’t mind...” She steps back and Phoenix feels the first bit of relief since she spotted him.

“O-oh, n-not at all!” Phoenix turns away and takes another bite. The bean smiles at him and returns to her desk across the room. Phoenix continues snacking away, but finds himself looking over at her more and more. Whatever she's working on must be important. She's engrossed in her work and it seems as though her gears are turning something fierce. Phoenix can't help but want to know more.

It's been a long time since he'd dealt with the law in any capacity, but it's still something he's found fascinating. So, once he's had his fill, he makes his way through the walls to come around on the other side, dropping onto the desk next to her. She's so focused on her work, she doesn't even notice him until he speaks up.

"I think you've got enough evidence here to nail the guy." Phoenix rubs his chin and paces along the desk, looking over the papers and whatnot strewn across the desk.

The bean blinks.

She laughs a little bit.

"Is that right?" she's just humoring him. There's no way this little guy knows anything about the law, right?

"Yeah, I mean it. Like, you'd need a reliable witness and some decent testimony, but I think you've really got a case here, from what I can see. Either way, it's clear to me your client's innocent."

"Hmm, I can see why you'd think that, but it's not that simple, I'm afraid."

"Why not?" Phoenix steps onto a photo of a man. "It's obvious this guy did it."

"I know, I'm sure of that, too. But he's not gonna go down that easily. We need something a lot more definitive, little lawyer." She leans back, stretches her arms, and pushes her files off to the side. "So. You got a name, kid? I'm Mia Fey, Attorney at Law." She holds out a finger toward him.

"Uh... Phoenix Wright. Borrower at... Your office." He reaches a hand toward her finger, pausing for a moment before touching it. She puts her thumb up to grasp around his hand and shakes it gently.

"Borrower, hm?"

"Uh... Yep!"

"Well, Phoenix. You seem to know a thing or two about the law. So tell me, how do you think I should proceed on this case?"

"I'm glad you asked! I have a few ideas..."

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Why do I feel this would immediately happen with April May? Or even Redd White?

ratattorney phoenix would get so frustrated after a certain amount of time trying to guide maya through an unhelpful witness interrogation that he would just yell i think, his own safety and secrecy be damned

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borrower!reigen and mob aren't as subtle as they think, the kageyama parents definitely know he exists. to them, he's like a third son.

Bonus:

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just a lil thought while ive been sick

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hm. i should really actually work on the comic ideas that i have written down in my notes app lol