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Soooo I accidentally started Ace Attorney fic because I saw an au idea similar to the one that was lazily brewing in my head for a while
It's work in progress right now. I have main idea but how it's going to go specifically isn't set in stone.
Anyway, here it is
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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m making you… go through all that”, you lean towards Miles’ neck to make your apology more substantial.
“Phoenix”, he calls you out. He’s not angry, not annoyed, not scared. Calm and soft.
“Please”, you hoarse. Kristoph trained your well. It’s almost a reflex. If you kneel and ask nicely maybe you get to be torn apart as a rewarding distraction.
“Phoenix”, he keeps pressing, and that’s clearly a “stop”. And a word from Miles is more than enough for you to obey. “Not now. Not like that”.
You hide your face in his shoulder with a quiet growl. You need something – anything – to make you forget. And alcohol doesn’t really do the trick for you anymore. It doesn’t leave anything in you except the desire to run away.
But he’s right, of course. And he knows a lot about for how long the right thing hurts until it starts resembling healing.
“Miles”, you say, with no continuation in your mind. It’s an affirmation on its own. There’s so much in it.
“Hm?”, he runs a hand though your hair and it just might be enough.
“…Thank you”.
You get to fall asleep in his embrace that night. Something you wanted to do for years, except you never thought you are going to be so broken and he would be the one to hold you so you wouldn’t fall to pieces.
@bindingties [continued from x]
Who’s the one clinging to an idealized younger self now? Edgeworth still gets more credit than Phoenix: it’s not a third grader he’s trying to resurrect fifteen years later, but some stupid hotshot attorney. One who’s too pure and good and capable to do any wrong. But really? Edgeworth thinks he can bring that Phoenix back by cutting this one off from the one connection he has?
“You know me. When have I ever done what’s wise?” He pulls Trucy’s hat down over his head and turns away, hiding his eyes twofold.
“What’s next, giving me The Talk? Because you’re right, that was flirting. Little more than that, tonight.” Phoenix pulls out from his pocket what Kristoph slid across the table in a moment where Edgeworth was away. A room key to the Gatewater Hotel and a condom. He’s not exactly presenting them, but it’s not hard to see what’s in his hand.
They had been headed on this trajectory for a while, but of course Kristoph would put this on the table when Edgeworth was visiting. According to Maya (… and a few others) it was obvious to anyone with a brain that Phoenix was in love with Edgeworth. (Which really made Phoenix feel great about his own intelligence, given that he’d only made it all the way to that conclusion about a week before State vs. Gramarye.) Of course Kristoph would see this as “making them official,” laying his claim or whatever the fuck.
Sex isn’t really a big deal for Phoenix. Yeah, it’s pleasant, but on a similar level to getting donuts. He’s not exactly opposed to getting physical with Kristoph, but it’s going to open up a whole new layer of meanings and implications and ties. One that would still be easier to navigate than what would happen if he refused.
He couldn’t care less what most people would think of him for this. But Edgeworth just as much as said that Phoenix is tainting himself by talking to Kristoph. What would he make of this?
Chapter 8 of "In case of emergency" is posted
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“Mr. Wright,” the woman said with a slight surprise, “you're recovering much faster than we expected.”
“Uh…Thanks?”
“We're still running some tests, but I can tell you basically the same information that I've already told your boyfriend here.”
Boyfriend? Phoenix was about to panic - had Kristoph already found him? Instead, his eyes caught Miles to the right. The man mouthed ‘later’ to him and turned his gaze intently on the doctor. His ears were turning red.
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