#daichiblue

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daichiblue replied to your post “daichiblue replied to your post:i hate those times when you suddenly...”

like ugh i love having that feeling but my insecurity just makes me NOT DO ANYTHING and i hate that feeling so much. it's gross. nemo wright is my magnum opus

I KNOW!!! gosh i can totally relate, it's so disappointing?? but yeah phoenix wright finding nemo au is my favorite au & also i need to go catch up on fire in snow....

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daichiblue replied to your post:i hate those times when you suddenly feel super...

*fans flames of motivation to keep on burning* but yeah i had that exact feeling too… i woke up this morning with YEAH I’M GONNA DRAW TODAY AND DO HOMEWORK and. nope

UGH isnt it awful!! but thank u for the encouragement, i'm gonna force myself to get a poem out at least (and hopefully trans/nonbinary trucy and apollo fic for you FINALLY i need to finish it before new years!!!)

& HEY IDK MAN I'D SAY UR NEMO WRIGHT DEF COUNTS

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I ended up posting this later that expected due to connection troubles, but anyway, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, daichiblue! I have to upload this by mobile anyway, so I couldn't get a readmore, sorry about that. I saw you wanted a particular prompt filled, so I ended up basing this fic on it and Chrismasifying (though looking back, there isn't really much flirting at all, oops. Phoenix first noticed the fact that Miles Edgeworth could not stop flirting with him a few months before the Gramarye case that would lose him his badge. Or maybe it had started long before. He wasn't sure and had no way of knowing that did not involve humiliation or danger to his personal wellbeing. They had been prosecuting and defending respectively. The trial had ran about as smoothly as it could go, considering who the defence was (Ouch, Your Honour.) However, he'd noticed something odd about his opponent during the cross-examination of the accused's ex. Don't get him wrong, Edgeworth always pointed out every gaping hole in his logic until he could mend them together to find the real killer (or not killer. His next case would not concern or even involve death, he swore. My kingdom for a non-murder case.) Still. This time, Phoenix had noticed things. Little things, true. A suggestive remark here, a raised eyebrow there, and there was always that taunting smirk, but... He then realised that he was actually going insane. It was the only explanation that made sense. Miles Edgeworth, flirting with him? What a crazy idea! There had obviously been one too many loved one facing the gallows with only his bluffs and tricks to save them, one too many close shave with the judge, one too many uncooperative witness/client/prosecutor/detective/insert-profession-here, he'd got them all at one point or another - in fact, looking back on it, he wondered how he hadn't snapped long beforehand. There was no way it had actually happened. And with that in mind, he'd passed it off as a trick of the light or an unhealthy-amount-of-caffeine-consumed-induced hallucination. Hey, he had to have some way of preparing for short-notice trials, considering that they made up the majority most of the cases he accepted, and Ms Innocenti wasn't going to be declared guilty on his watch. So what if he maybe took a tiny little triple dose over the recommended limit? So what if he felt queasy the whole day? At least he wasn't throwing it at people. So Phoenix had ditched the coffee after the Innocenti case, confident (if slightly saddened) that their relationship would return to its normal status of mutual - if somewhat distant on Edgeworth's part - friendliness until the next case where they faced off against each other. After all, nothing had actually changed except in his own head. Phoenix, not for the first time, found himself proved incorrect when he was invited for a poker game in the local detention centre. And after that, everything changed. Edgeworth usually fell out of touch when he left the country - Phoenix hadn't been sure he knew that phones or email were things that it was allowed to be used out of work hours - but the morning after Zak Gramarye's disappearance, his ancient noughties model of a phone buzzed with its sixth message that morning. I promise we will bring whoever is responsible to justice, it said. It was Edgeworth's number. Until then it had barely been used, one or two messages about court dates (yeah, he'd kept them, yeah, he was pathetic) and two call logs, both from his end, one after he'd heard about a break-in at Edgeworth's office and the other just after he'd agreed to watch some Steel Samurai special broadcast with Maya. Four hours later - weren't kids' shows supposed to be short? - he'd casually called up Edgeworth, asking if he'd seen it. The ensuing conversation had been nice. Weird. But nice. Even if Edgeworth had insisted on knowing nothing about the programme, saying quickly that someone young relation named 'Pesu' had been visiting, had wanted to see it, and he'd indulged her, but it was actually a decent sort of programme for a kids' show, didn't he think? A couple of hours after the first, another message arrived. I apologise, you must obviously be in a difficult state of mind at the moment. Please understand, however, that when you are ready I will be glad to assist in any way I can. Yours - Miles Edgeworth. Edgeworth hadn't thought that he'd done it. He'd thought he was innocent. He'd assumed without even wondering or doubting in him at all, hadn't even thought about asking him you aren't guilty, right? For the first time in the long, long hours that had passed, he'd felt like things might be okay. That things could change if they worked together. Just like when they were kids, just like in court. Things would change for the better. He'd saved the messages without even thinking and whenever things got rough: whenever reporters recognised him; whenever he heard about cases lost on the basis of lack of evidence; when he'd noticed that there was something off about his good friend Kristoph - he'd take a quick glance at them. He'd quite forgotten about the Innocenti trial and mistaking some of Edgeworth's remarks for flirting. He'd only remembered the odd feeling he'd got that day the first time he had visited Edgeworth in Europe. It had been the Christmas season of 2021 and it seemed that everyone was flying to Munich. He'd been in a slightly tumultuous emotional state, nervous about meeting with Edgeworth again and annoyed at himself for being nervous; thankful he'd survived the cramped tin can thousands of miles up in the air, despairing as he realised he would have to fly back all the way to L. A. again; feeling ill and not wanting Trucy to notice and being annoyed at himself when Trucy noticed. Just those sorts of things had been giving him a bad mood, mollified by Trucy's babbling beside him. She'd been doing that ever since they got on the plane, pretending she wasn't distracting him from the surroundings. She was an awesome kid, that Trucy, and the best daughter anyone could have wished for, even if he hadn't exactly planned on having her. When they had finally got their luggage and followed the crowds of homecomers out, Phoenix immediately caught sight of Edgeworth. He was waiting for them, somehow apart from the crowd of people yelling and waving signs in a bunch of different languages Phoenix couldn't even begin to decode at new arrivals. He stood regally, back straight, arms crossed, expression serious. Truly the king of prosecutors, though he'd called the title an insult. Edgeworth smiled softly when he caught sight of the pair and well he's even more stunning when he smiles, I never really had a chance, did I? Edgeworth raised a hand in a wave and Phoenix couldn't not go over. "Prosecutor Edgeworth!" Phoenix blurted out when they got close enough to hear each other, trying to push aside his sudden realisation of undying love. "It's so great to see you!" He wondered if he should go for a hug. Then again, Edgeworth had never been one for too much physical contact and, yeah, love realisation. So he stopped himself. "Wright," he said in that dry way of his. "It is... good to see you again. Wonderful, in fact. I have missed you - and, erm, missed having an opponent who is actually a challenge." He coughed. Phoenix noted his face was reddened from the cold and still smiling, but it had turned a shade more embarrassed. "I take it this is your daughter?" he asked, politely, looking down to the little pink-clad girl. Trucy bobbed her head, holding onto her pink hat, and grinned up at the prosecutor before her. "Hi!" she chirped. "I'm Trucy Wright, and I'm a magician in training! And this is Mr Hat!" How she had got the creepy thing through security, Phoenix didn't know. Edgeworth reared back, making an odd "ngaaagh!" noise as the demonic wooden contraption arose, before recovering quickly and making a short bow towards Trucy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Wright... and Mr Hat." Sending a final wary glance towards the wooden... thing, he gestured towards the exit. "Ah, my car is outside, so if you would follow me." In the car ride, Phoenix was in the front passenger seat and while making conversation about how things were back home for some mutual acquaintances of theirs, he remembered back to the Innocenti trial and wondered many things: about how things might have been different, about theories of parallel universes and how there might be one where he had suspected the diary page, too perfect. He wondered about parallel universes where Miles Edgeworth might be in love with Phoenix Wright as much as vice versa. --- Edgeworth had permanently returned shortly before Phoenix brought about the imprisonment of Kristoph Gavin and hired an unemployed Apollo Justice. It was now 2027, and even with three days left before Christmas, and the Prosecutor's Office half-deserted, Miles Edgeworth was still in his office. He probably would be working in his office on Christmas Day itself, no doubt. And New Year's. Currently, though, he was doing no work, instead standing close to the window, contemplating the world, steam drifting lazily up from a cup, near enough the window to catch onto the cool glass. He had been in love with Wright for years, it would be silly to deny it now. Even since they'd been schoolmates, he'd cared deeply for him, and those feelings had only intensified with time. Sometimes, he even dared to hope that Wright might feel the same way. However, they were only fanciful inclinations. At first, the flirting had been accidental. Slipped in unconsciously under taunting during cross-examinations. And then when he'd defended him for that one, awful trial, and then when they'd worked together against Gant, he'd realised what those unnecessary feelings really were. If he'd known before, he'd have never mentioned them! Being in love with Wright, Wright of all people, Phoenix, his best friend, first friend, the one person Miles would gladly choose to shut out forever if it kept him from seeing the dark thing he had became. He didn't seem to mind. He said he wanted to save you. Still, he'd ran. And maybe he wanted Phoenix to hate him. But Phoenix had forgiven him so, so easily, compared to what he'd deserved. Their lives were intertwined to a point where Miles feared he could no longer disentangle himself. He'd let comments slip out past his ice-hard defences. Compliments. Flirtations. All very ambiguous, of course. But other than a few pauses and odd glances, Wright hadn't seemed to realise anything. Things might have taken a different turn if he'd considered the possibility that not everyone around them was as oblivious as Phoenix Wright. But he did not. So he'd allowed himself this one indulgence. If Wright, and the world, never noticed, what was the harm? He formally faced off against Wright that next December, when he and his associates, Justice and Cykes, had helped save Prosecutor Blackquill. He could not be more grateful to them all. The case had ended a few scant days before Christmas, and after the trial had finally ended, Wright had invited him to the annual Christmas Eve gathering at his old law offices - the Agency as it was now called. He'd tentatively agreed. Wright had agreed to contact him with the details, so he was unsurprised when his phone began ringing. He slammed the answer button before Payne, with whom he'd been having a quiet word, had a chance to ascertain the ringtone that he - that Maya Fey had installed for Wright & Co. on his phone. He nodded a goodbye to Payne, who nodded back and left with a small smirk. Had he been too late? He put such thoughts out of his mind after he heard Trucy's voice on the other end. "Hello, Uncle Miles!" He'd allowed the affectionate nickname when she was younger. It looked like she'd never give it up. "Miss Wright, are you quite all right?" She'd given them quite the scare after the kidnapping incident, but thankfully, she had been returned safe and sound once Miss Blackquill had seen the trial end. "Am I all Wright? Well, I do have a lot of Gramarye blood-" "Hmph. You are as bad as your father." She giggled. "I'm fine, honestly! Same as when you asked yesterday." "I am very glad to hear it. However, traumatic experiences such as these-" "Oh it wasn't so bad, I mean, Aura was more interested in the trial than us." Already on first-name terms with her kidnapper. Trucy Wright was definitely something. And definitely Wright's daughter, blood be damned. Naïveté was obviously learned, not inherited. "Besides, the robots were all talk, no action! Honestly, she even promised after I asked her a few times to show me some robotics so I can upgrade Mr Hat when she gets out." A terrifying concept. "Oh, right, but that's not what I was phoning about. You are invited to Wright Anything Agency's Christmas Extravaganza! With live, authentic magic from yours truly; live, authentic Chords of Steel from Polly; live, authentic defending from Daddy-O-" Miles could vaguely discern a grumble of "Hey, I'm a lawyer too," in the background. "And live, authentic emotion reading from Athena!" "In what universe is that good party entertainment?" "Hey, don't put such a damper on things, Polly. Fine, you can defend too." "That's not what- " "So whaddya say, Uncle Miles? We're starting things off early this year, 5 o'clock sharp so don't be late!" He hesitated for only a moment before agreeing once more and disconnecting. He could not possibly have seen Trucy's grin or heard Apollo's long-suffering sigh. ------ Phoenix was taking a nap before the guests were going to arrive at 6, the hat Trucy had made for him on his birthday a few years back over his eyes, socks and sandals kicked off. Hey, it was Christmas Eve, besides he had, like, four hours to get ready, plenty of time. He was had just dozed off when he heard a knock at the door (and what kind of people went around selling stuff and knocking people's doors on Christmas Eve? There oughta be a law!) He groaned and blinked open his eyes. There was another knock. "Just a minute!" he yelled, dragging himself off the sofa with a groan and a thump as he hit the floor. He padded barefoot towards the door and opened it, ready to fix whoever was on the other side with his best poker glare. The plan didn't really work out considering who was on the other side. "Prosecutor Edgeworth?" He tried to keep the sleepiness out of his voice. Face. Everything. Edgeworth just looked amused. "Hello... Papa." "Uh, yeah, hi!" Wait, what? Phoenix attempted to smooth down his hair, only realising after a few seconds that he still had his hat on and his hair was even bumpier than usual. Oh, right. "Ha ha, uh... wow, you're early. I wasn't expecting anyone until about six. You're not still on European time, are you?" "Wright, the last time I visited Europe was over a year ago." "Oh, yeah, right, I knew that." An uncomfortable silence filled the hallway. Phoenix was hyper-aware of how scruffy he looked and how neatly dressed Edgeworth was and really, why couldn't he have come at six when he was mentally prepared to deal with his huge secret crush on the guy and not half-asleep? "Uh, come in and sit down or something. Just move some of the props off the sofa." Edgeworth sat down. Phoenix shifted a few toy doves to the left and sat next to him. "So, why are you here so early?" "I thought it was at five." "Who told you that?" "...Trucy did." "Really? Huh. She must've gotten it mixed up with something else." "Where is she now?" Edgeworth asked. It was a fair question, if she was here, she would have burst into the room by now in a puff of smoke. "Uh, she's out last-minute Christmas shopping with Apollo. I think they're still trying to find something for that 'rockstar who has everything already', you know?" "Hm." Well, that conversation had petered out fast. Phoenix tried to think about what they usually talked about. Usually corpses and alibis and juror systems. Not really festive material. "You were flirting with me?" "I beg your pardon?" What, thought Phoenix. "That wasn't me!" He said, quickly. He recognised Widget's tones, of course, but hadn't Athena taken it away with her? Another flash of realisation struck, and he smacked his head. Something metallic was there. This was Trucy's doing. It had to be. Well, you've been useful, little fella, but I think it's time for you to be dismantled. "Yes, I'm aware that you are not a robot, Wright. Less stiff." Phoenix wasn't sure whether that was flattery or insult, but Widget chose that moment to pipe up again: "Was that flirting?" Edgeworth seemed enthralled by the floor. "That's enough out of you, " muttered Phoenix, yanking off his cap and searching through it, "We're advancing at too fast a rate. We'll be taken over." "I'm sure you know all about the latest technologies, since your phone is an earlier model than I've seen in museums. You could probably make a fortune selling it." He ignored the jab, and took out the little machine, moving it far, far away. Eventually, when the silence grew too long to bear, he steeled himself and just asked. "Were you flirting with me in court?" Edgeworth looked up sharply. "What?" "You know. During the last trial and during state vs. Innocenti." Edgeworth took a breath in. He seemed stunned. Phoenix prepared to be told he was wrong, an idiot, and for Edgeworth to leave. Instead... "Just those two? Why are those two the ones you're asking about?" He didn't even bother to wait. "Honestly, I think I've been flirting with you since we first met each other again." "Seriously? All this time? Wow, you're subtle." "Not particularly, you're just dense as a brick." The words were harsh, the tone soft, and was accompanied by a light flick to his forehead. Edgeworth then paused - though 'froze' would be closer - and drew in on himself. "I understand that you may now be uncomfortable with me," he said, voice becoming hard and guarded. "I promise this will not affect our friendship and that I will stop my... foolish actions." "Please don't," said Phoenix, then: "I'm in love with you." Well, that had gone so much easier than he'd fantasised about sometimes. "That was blunt," said Edgeworth, in a disbelieving way. "I guess." "Well. I suppose here is where I say that I am also in love with you. And that I wish to be together with you." It was a painfully awkward start, but Phoenix couldn't really bring himself to mind. And, Edgeworth's face-lightning smile suggested he didn't mind so much either. ----- "Told ya all they needed was a push and they'd get together in three seconds flat," said Trucy smugly. "Yes, you were right, congratulations."

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BOTH OF THEM SOUND RLLY nICE OMG i'm gonna be That Friend who says why not do both

thanks friend!!! i would love to do both but as we have discussed: how exactly do u write things.. all i know how to do is vaguely outline plots in word documents

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bo & i are snapchatting each other about how we do nothing but think about gay lawyers every day. this is it. this is true hopelessness

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shinymayflower replied to your photo “it is absolutely amazing to me that TWO different human beings who...”

i remmeber in one of the mangas/casebooks edgeworth kept looking ridiculously like he was a bishonen prince he was practically sparkling every second scene

GOD YES maybe it was the edgeworth casefiles bc he definitely got the ~star treatment in that one

daichiblue replied to your photo “it is absolutely amazing to me that TWO different human beings who...”

I THINK THE SAME AUTHOR WROTE BOTH STORIES WITH THE BEAR

???????!!!!??!? WTF WAS THIS AUTHOR'S DEAL WITH BEARS

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like here

"If it makes you feel better to publicly refer to your father as 'Dad,' for any reason, I see no reason not to. But that doesn't mean you need to behave the same in public and in private. If you want to call him 'Daddy' at home, do so." He raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "Besides, I have the sneaking suspicion that your father would be left unhappy if you called him something else just to appease your classmates, even though he'd never mention it to you."

miles is laying the truth out for her as honestly (yet delicately) as possible even though phoenix would totally have let his Proud Daddy Feelings get in the way lmao

but god this next part especially

"It is better," Miles answered after some thought. "It really is. You have no idea what this time of year used to be like for me. But I may have overestimated my recovery. [...] So: I'm better than I was, but not as strong as I hoped."

"It's not about being strong, Edgeworth. Don't worry about that. You're probably the strongest person I've ever met."

miles is looking at his improvement objectively, in terms of how much he's able to accomplish compared to how long his recovery has taken; phoenix is telling him "who cares? look how far you've come"

they complement each other so well ugh this relationship is so wonderful

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... The Mashed potatoes and gravy never happen.