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klapollo + trucy banter is currently one of my top 5 things to write they will always be famous 2 me <3

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IT’S HERE.

Pride & Prejudice & Turnabout

THE MOMENT YOU’VE (I’VE) BEEN WAITING FOR-

P&P&T is now being published to AO3 !!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Thank you so much to everyone who has interacted with this story thus far !! This AU has consumed my mind for the last few weeks, and I’m so excited to finally begin sharing it with you !!

Here is a link to the ✨Official P&P&T Playlist✨ for that sweet, sweet ambience while you read !!

Love you all, and thanks for reading !! <3

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would you guys be mad at me if this week’s p&p&t chapter was just insufferable found family fluff and did nothing at all to advance the plot. because i think we need that collectively as a society

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self indulgent sketchbook doodle to celebrate hitting 50K words of P&P&T today !! this is officially the longest piece of fiction i’ve ever written, and i’ve loved every second of it !! thank you guys for all your kind words and for loving my interpretations of these characters !!! <3

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WE’VE HIT 50K BABEYYYYYY

I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING THIS LONG IN MY LIFE

thank you so much to all my lovely readers, and especially the commenters who leave such encouraging words on this story week after week !!! i genuinely couldn’t do this with out you guys, you keep me going !!! <3 More P&P&T coming this Thursday !!!

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More AA Pride and Prejudice thoughts-

The character roles are not exact matches. Some characters might play multiple roles in the AU, some roles might be skipped over in favor of creating one that fits better. It still follows the main plot points of P&P, but inter character relationships are more important to me than telling the exact same story as P&P.

That being said, Phoenix is our Lizzie and Miles is our Darcy. Obviously.

Apollo and Klavier are Jane and Bingley, because it’s funny and makes sense with Jane’s whole “doesn’t show her true feelings” arc.

The gist of the story is that Phoenix is a penniless lawyer in the country town of Kurain, and Lady Mia Fey takes him on and allows him to operate out of Fey Manor, in exchange for his helping to keep the place afloat and deal with the legal side of things.

Mia is killed and Maya is framed per usual, but though Mia leaves everything to Maya in her will, she also makes Phoenix as her legal guardian, thus ensuring him a place in polite society, for better or worse.

As the years go on, Phoenix continues to operate out of Fey Manor with Lady Maya’s assistance, and he also continues to pick up strays. Pearl is sent to live with her cousin when Morgan falls “ill”, and remains at Fey Manor afterwards when the three of them realize that Morgan’s illness doesn’t seem to get in the way of anything she does besides being a parent. Trucy is adopted in much the same way as she is in the games, and Apollo and Athena are welcomed into the family under the guise of being “employees”, despite business being slow, when Phoenix realizes that neither of them has any money or anywhere to go.

Money starts to run out, and there is only so much work for lawyers in a town as small as Kurain, so in order to keep the firm and the Manor afloat, Maya suggests that one of them marry rich.

Apollo suggests that they not do that, and when “Netherfield Park is let at last,” and to their great fortune, to a lawyer from the city who has brought friends to visit from his own firm, Apollo argues that instead of trying to woo him, they should get him to invest in their firm.

Of course since Klavier is Bingley, he ends up trying to woo Apollo, much to Apollo’s frustration and bewilderment.

Might change some things as time goes on and i actually play Apollo Justice (why is it 50 dollars. why) but this AU is consuming my brain and i want to yell about it

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DEAR GOD FINALLY

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER AN HOUR AGO LMAO

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Pride and Prejudice and Turnabout AU

The Confrontation- Edgeworth’s POV

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Miles had only wished to retrieve his hat.

He had notified the footman of its loss, and thanked him as he invited him inside the foyer to wait while he searched for it. Miles had stepped inside, gaze lifted to the high ceilings, admiring the murals and reveling in the cool air of the hall. He liked ballrooms far more when they were empty, when the echoes within were peaceful instead of overpowering. He remembered when he was a boy, before his father’s accident, before his studies under Von Karma had compelled him to leave his home, how he would lie on the cool floor of the ballroom at Pemberley and hum to himself, imagining his voice to be an orchestra as the sound swelled in the arched ceilings, changing the notes he would hum before the echo of the previous one had quite died out, creating fleeting harmonies that reverberated through the hollow space like breath over the mouth of a bottle.

He had considered doing so again several times since he made his return to his family home, but thought better of it. Kay might catch him, and she would never allow him to live it down.

He was shaken from his rosy thoughts of Pemberley by voices echoing through this ballroom- a lady’s voice, as well as a man’s- both of them threaded with a thick, uncomfortable tension.

“A debutante ball is not about friends and family, Mr. Wright,” the female voice said, her voice, though smooth, laced with a condescending haughtiness that made Miles’ skin crawl. At the mention of her companion’s name, Miles stomach clenched, his face flushing as he recalled his thorough humiliation, the way Lady Fey had glared at him, her eyes murderous, and the way that man had laughed at him, doubled over with mirth at Miles’ expense. Really, he did deserve it, he thought, ashamed- he should not have been so loose with his words in a ballroom, certainly not one where so many eyes were trained upon him.

“Truly, Mr. Wright, with the veritable halfway house you are running out of my ancestral home, I would have thought at least one of your little orphans would have made a match by now, despite their unfortunate circumstances.”

Miles stiffened at these words, his entire body reacting in horror to the complete disinterest in the woman’s tone, the way she spoke so casually of something so life-altering and tragic, something so familiar to Miles himself. His astonishment and morbid curiosity overtaking his good sense, he rounded the corner from the foyer and stood at the entrance to the ballroom, taking extra care that his shoes did not echo when he stepped. He had learned many years ago to move soundlessly in Von Karma’s household- learning to fade into the background had been vital to surviving the man’s rage, and he counted it among his most useful skills. He had never employed it for eavesdropping before, but there was a first time for everything.

That man stood in the center of the ballroom with a tall, slender woman, who stood, poised and proud, fanning herself daintily as she antagonized him. Mr. Wright stood rigid, his hands balled into fists at his side as he glowered at her. His tasteless suit had been exchanged for a casual white blouse beneath a navy waistcoat, his cravat crooked and hair untamed. He was unshaven, stubble dusting his chin like a shadow. He looked almost wild, Miles thought idly, like a character from an adventure novel.

Before Miles’ thoughts could devolve into further romanticism, something in Mr. Wright snapped, and he surged toward the lady, something dangerous in the stiff line of his shoulders and the edge of his jaw as he began to speak to her through gritted teeth, his voice low and threatening.

“I will thank you not to speak of my family in such a manner, Morgan,” that man growled, and Miles’ breath caught in his throat as he began to rail at the woman- Ms. Fey, he now recognized her as- berating her for insulting his family, and for an apparent lack of interest in her own daughter, as Miles understood it. Did Mr. Wright and Ms. Fey share custody of this child? Ms. Fey seemed too old to have been romantically entangled with Mr. Wright, but he supposed it was possible, though he doubted she would be here, poised and elegant if a scandal such as that had taken place- besides, given the blatant, venomous hatred the two parties seemed to hold for each other, Miles couldn’t imagine they had ever been cordial.

“-Had you any concerns surrounding her upbringing at any point, you would have been well within your right to voice them- but since you did not, and in fact, have taken no interest whatsoever in her well being for the past decade, I must insist that you do not criticize the way that I have raised my children.”

Miles felt his stomach twist, his throat tightening at those words. His children.

He had found it curious, at the gala, that none of the Fey-Wrights seemed to be related to each other, as well as the fact that the two girls that Mr. Wright had referred to as his youngest seemed rather too old to be his, biologically. The implications of this arrangement fascinated him, the idea that Mr. Wright would so vehemently defend the honor of a family that was not his by blood-

It made something ache, deep within his chest.

“I see you still have not learned to respect your elders or your betters, even after all these years.”

Miles wanted to step in, wanted to say something, announce his presence somehow and put an end to this cruel woman’s disparaging of a man who was so obviously well-intentioned, but he was frozen in place, his eyes locked on Mr. Wright as he raised his chin, fixing her with an icy stare that somehow made it look as if Ms. Fey were the one being looked down upon, despite the several inches of height she had on Mr. Wright.

“I am not a child anymore, Ms. Fey,” said Mr. Wright, his demeanor poised, collected; his gaze a challenge. “And you are still not a Lady.”

That was when Ms. Fey lunged at him. She snarled, grasping the front of his shirt and raising her hand to strike him, but Mr. Wright never broke eye contact, his expression unchanged- a cool, unspoken challenge, his hands still clenched at his sides, never moving to retaliate. Miles couldn’t let this go on any longer.

He cleared his throat.

The scene dissolved almost instantaneously, Ms. Fey releasing Mr. Wright, who stared at Miles as if he had just emerged in a puff of smoke. Ms. Fey, suddenly the picture of elegant charm, invited him to her daughter’s debutante ball- either unaware of how much of her unbecoming behavior Miles had just witnessed, or perhaps she simply could not find it within herself to care- and Miles noted the way Mr. Wright’s shoulders went rigid at her words of affection for the girl.

“I do not wish to intrude,” Miles said, looking to Mr. Wright for his permission. The man gave him an odd look, slightly bewildered, his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to decipher him. The room felt suddenly very warm, and Miles squirmed under his scrutiny. Eventually, Mr. Wright shrugged, his shoulders slumping as he slipped into that obnoxiously casual attitude he had displayed at the ball.

“Ms. Fey is in charge of the guest list,” he replied with fixed disinterest, and Miles felt suddenly very irritated, but he gave his best attempt at a polite nod, his lips pressed tightly together before turning back to Ms. Fey and assuring her with practiced civility that he would think about it.

Mr. Wright announced his departure rather unceremoniously, calling over his shoulder to the woman as he strode toward the foyer, toward Miles himself, his posture and entire presence screaming his indifference to the fact that the woman outranked him. When she called out to him, he stopped, still not turning to face her, head tilted back as he sighed in a blatant display of irritation.

“Yes, Morgan?” He called out to her, and it was all Miles could do not to gape at the violence of his disrespect.

Ms. Fey, to her credit, responded with the civility expected of her station as she informed him that she should like to be the one to present her daughter. Miles watched, viscerally uncomfortable, but unable to look away as Mr. Wright turned, his smile a mask of politeness as he informed her that the decision would be left up to the girl herself.

Ms. Fey agreed to his terms, then said “I simply don’t want you to be disappointed by her choice. She is my daughter, after all.”

The challenge was blatant. The tension was palpable.

The easy, lopsided grin that bloomed across Mr. Wright’s face was positively rakish.

Miles felt the room around him grow rather warm, once again.

“I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” That man said, his voice smooth and dangerously low. He turned his back on Ms. Fey, without so much as a nod in her direction for propriety’s sake, shoved his hands in the pockets of his breeches, and strolled toward the exit, that accursed smile still lolling across his face. He breezed past Miles, and just for a moment, their eyes met. Mr. Wright’s smile somehow widened further, his eyes sparkling mischievously, as if Miles were in on a joke that only the two of them knew.

Then, Mr. Wright winked at him.

Miles felt his heart stutter in his chest, his entire body jolting as though he had just been struck by lightning. His face felt hot. Why was this blasted ballroom so warm? His stomach twisted uncomfortably.

He blinked rapidly, attempting to regain his composure enough to reproach the man, to reprimand him on the vulgarity of his gesture- but by the time he had managed to form a single coherent thought, Mr. Wright was already gone.