PWKM dump [Ace Attorney series (+ one Tales of the Abyss crossover)]
Well, I write and draw on and off on the Phoenix Wright Kink meme. Less often now than before - though whether writing now or before, it's usually just random stuff in comment boxes when I feel inspired. I recently went back into looking at the kink meme with playing GK, which is looove so far btw~ Spoiler-free fangirling: ahem, well, I won't deny that I may be slightly biased given that Edgeworth is one of my favourite characters :D and I hadn't liked Apollo all that much - I mean, I enjoyed the cases in GS4, but it's a different kind of enjoyment playing through cases when a favourite character is the main character. Yup yup~ "Mit-chan" is ♥~~ And I've enjoyed the cases I've played (not done with it yet). Generally well-paced. They're neither too easy nor frustratingly difficult - most of the time, I know what I need to present and why, but there're still points where I get stumped and have to think harder or take a calculated guess :P. And of course, the lovely plot twists that make you go "ooh that's so cool!" and the little unexpected things you gush at - the stories are what I've always enjoyed in the GS/AA series and it's still there! Randomly, in one case, there's a character who I think further brings out Edgeworth's cuteness~ XD I find that I like one of the victim characters. And maybe a ship? - if it is one, my ships are getting ooolder with each fandom (GS to ToA to GK). XD These ojiiiisans are in their forties/fifties. lol. Anyway, though I love playing as Edgeworth, I realise I still do miss playing with Phoenix as the main character - especially his innerthoughts when he makes observations. But enough sidetracking, back on topic!
So, here we go with what I can find of my fills... (Beware, the subjects are kinda... random.) There may be some others that are probably lost somewhere out there in anon-land... (I wonder if I'll recognise them myself, given my attrocious memory. >>)
1. Dialogue prompt: "Hold it! I don't want Charley to see."
Phoenix/Miles; crack-alert; I was picturing it Japanese-dj-style. XD; 30 Aug 2009
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"Hold it! I don't want Charley to see."
"Unf!" Miles protested. What's the matter with you, Wright!? - he meant to ask, but with Phoenix's palm against his cheek pushing him away with all his might, he wasn't sure anyone understood the incoherent grunts.
Miles pulled away Phoenix's hand with much effort. There was a pause as they stared at each other, Miles vaguely thinking Phoenix looked good this dishevelled - with his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie undone - when Phoenix's words finally registered in his mind.
"What?" Miles asked blankly.
"He'll want to join in," Phoenix said darkly. "And I doubt you'll like it."
You mean Charley, the plant? Miles thought, completely confused.
"Or would you?" Phoenix's smirk was sudden, as were the hands placed on his shoulders, pushing him in the direction of the potted plant.
Whaaaat?!
"OBJECTION!"
2. whoooooaaaa we're halfway there
WHOOOO-OOOA
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
Phoenix/Miles; warning for GS4 (AJ:AA) spoilers; Only the first verse cos that's all the lyrics I remember off the top of my head. XP; 30 Aug 2009
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Phoenix used to work in the courts
Framed for forgery
He was down on his luck
It's tough, so tough
Miles now flies all over the world
Studying foreign laws, he helps out his man
For love, for love
He says we've got to hold on to what we've got
We'll get you reinstated
If you like it or not
Think of Trucy; if enough it's not
For love - let's give this a shot
Whooah, we're half way there
Whoo-ooah~ Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it - I swear
Whoo-ooah~ Livin' on a prayer
3. Y'know who I think reminds me of a good!Kristoph?
Jade Curtiss from Tales of the Abyss.
I have no idea where this concept could go but I think it sure looks interesting.
GS + TotA crossover; Kristoph, Jade; dialogue only; warning - some kind of weird, awfully random AU? I didn't think too hard about exactly how their worlds connect. I just felt like writing a Kristoph meets Jade fic. :D Timeline-wise, I'd say pre-GS4-1 and sometime-post-game-TotA(warning-vague-spoilers)-maybe-or-maybe-AU, however that works together. :P Not too certain whether I got their characterisations right though...; 28 Aug 2009
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“Mr. Gavin? A Mr. Jade Curtiss is looking for you. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he appears certain that you will meet him.”
“Show him in.”
“Jade Curtiss. It has been a while since we last met.”
“Why, indeed. I hadn’t expected to be much welcomed, after all.”
“Please, take a seat.”
“How are you faring, Kristoph?”
“Very well.”
“And how is Klavier?”
“That child has unfortunately taken on quite a mind of his own, but he is otherwise doing perfectly.”
“That is good to hear.”
“Surely you have not come in person for this small talk, Colonel. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Are you seeking the services of an attorney, perhaps? Accidentally killed another teacher?”
“… Oh, sorry, it must have slipped my mind that I did not make an appointment in your busy schedule. But believe me when I say that this pleasure you speak of will be entirely mine.”
“…”
“According to our record, it seems that it has been close to ten years since you first met Dist.”
“Ah, yes. I believe I do distinctly remember your friend.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call that thing my friend. Anyway, that makes you one of the longest surviving participants of this project.”
“Isn’t that wonderful.”
“Isn’t it~~ However, from the data taken at your last checkups, there appears to be random signs of dissonance in your replica. We estimate that a Big Bang may take place within the next 18 months.”
“…So you are here to bring me news of my pending death.”
“Not quite. It is a common misconception that the Big Bang equates death. While I will not deny the possibility of death, I need to highlight the possibility that you will live if you survive this period leading up to the Big Bang. It is to clarify on this point - the miscommunication of which having resulted in some reckless action by a participant on previous occasion when one survived to the Big Bang - that I thought it better if I make a personal visit in your case.”
“I see… …If I may request a candid answer, Jade, what are the chances of survival historically?”
“Well, we have had two Originals who successfully underwent the Big Bang. One passed on several weeks after. The other, is still alive to this date.”
“And what of Klavier? If this Big Bang occurs, will he definitely disappear?”
“Yes, that is highly likely. Nothing but his memories will remain.”
4. I want some DaryanxKlavier angst.
Anon will take anything (just no mPreg.)
Run with these lyrics:
You're in my stars, you know
Need no crystal ball to tell me so
Whispering in the air
Hoping that my words find you somewhere
Even when I close my eyes
I'll never recreate the time that flies
- "Juliet" by Emilie Autumn
Daryan/Klavier; GS4-3 spoilers; OOC-ly sentimental Daryan? - idk, there's the humans get vulnerably reflective in the middle of the night, but is that enough? I fished this one out from my writing folder and unfortunately didn't save a link to the prompt.; Apr 2009?
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Strange how he never noticed how quiet Gavin’s apartment could be. Usually, the music from Gavin’s top-class home stereo system would fill the place - or if they were working on Gavinners music and the stereo was off, there’d be the strumming of their guitars or Gavin’s soft humming as he composed a new song. Sitting back on the couch in the dead of the night, listening to the still, endless silence… it felt rather unnerving.
“Can’t sleep?” Gavin’s sleep-drowsed voice came from behind.
“Hn,” he grunted in response, automatically shifting to the side to make space for Gavin.
Gavin plomped gracelessly onto the sofa (oh what would their fans say if they saw him now, such unprincely behaviour and those crumpled, dishevelled clothes and that sleep-tousled hair much like a wild mane instead of tucked in its usual neat twirl… probably still find it cool somehow, ha!) and seemed to immediately shut his eyes.
Casting a glance at him, Daryan chuckled inwardly. They were tired, of course they were. With their concert, the LeTouse murder, trial and all the commotion along with it, it would be surprising if they weren’t - he even more than Gavin, possibly, for he hadn’t been able to catch a wink the past two nights and yet had to keep up a façade during the day.
He didn’t bother asking if the other would rather go back to the bedroom to rest better, they were past that - the fact that Gavin was outside, here, sitting beside him, eyes open or not, was good enough to tell him that here is where he wanted to be. Instead, he asked, “Remember the first time we met?”
“Can I forget?” Gavin’s voice had lost its sleepy tint, and Daryan knew that despite his closed eyes, his mind had probably been busy. “Me having no authority to investigate the crime scene and you the detective on guard suggesting donuts to bribe the other cops - I thought you were crazy.”
Daryan laughed. “Well, I was pretty darn tired of those veterans simply going through procedure, acting like the case would solve itself and not caring if it didn’t. You at least seemed to care enough about actually solving the murder.” A glance at the other and he found Gavin’s eyes open and on him.
“And the murder we finally solved - together, ja?” Gavin smiled.
“Yea.”
The first case they worked on together was the beginning of their friendship, the beginning of over seven years of working and making music together, sharing spaces, thoughts… lives. He had been thinking that entire night and the last, after his mind had worn out replaying the struggle that led to LeTouse’s unfortunate death; in the quiet of the night, all he could think of was the good times of the past - which unsurprisingly contained a lot of Gavin - and fear that by his - on hindsight - poor decisions and all that bad luck, such good times may no longer be.
“Hey.”
Gavin’s voice snapped him from his thoughts.
“For what it’s worth, I believe you didn’t do it.”
You shouldn’t, he didn’t say.
It’s worth too much, more than I deserve, he didn’t say.
All he did say, with a nod acknowledging Gavin’s concern, was, “thanks, man”.
Gavin nodded back, standing. Laying a hand briefly on his shoulder and telling him to “try to catch some sleep”, he returned to his bedroom.
Daryan watched him out of the corner of his eye, and only when Gavin was past his door, out of his sight, did he lean back into the sofa once more, limp. A few hours weren’t enough to playback all those years of shared memories. And really, he didn’t want to just reminisce on old memories, but create new ones, continue their dream. Daryan closed his eyes. What was he throwing away?
5. Vampire!Edgeworth AU; GS2 char spoilers; Lost the prompt and link. D: Requesting Edgeworth as a vampire perhaps? I always enjoy writing the sibling relationship between Miles and Franziska. ^_^ Chapter 1+2 / discontinued; Sep/Oct 2008?
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Why is this so familiar?
The rain like a white curtain, shrouding the area around him.
The warm yellow glow of the sparse street lamps in the night.
The uncomfortable feeling of his soaked pyjamas, drenched by the downpour, clinging to his wet skin.
The pain in his chest as his breaths escape in a rush through his open mouth.
His heart pounding incessantly in his head.
An ache, like pins and needles, gnawing in the area of his neck, discomfort coursing through his entire body.
The occasional lightning that splits the skies and lights up the shadows.
He sees the puddles under his bare feet in the brief moments of light. They are coloured in crimson and dread washes over him like the heavy rain.
His eyes close and he sees a flash of white - teeth - no, fangs.
And he screams.
It is the nightmare he has been having for the past week. A new nightmare that has intertwined with his usual nightmares of being trapped for an eternity in a lightless elevator as the world shakes violently around him. Gunshots. Screams. Blood. And now, fangs.
He doesn't understand.
The first night he remembers seeing this dream, he had awoken in his bed, bathed in a sheen of perspiration, to the sun shining through his bedroom window. The sun was glaring to his eyes, uncomfortably warm on his skin. He had promptly slid off his bed to draw the heavy curtains, almost falling as his knees buckled under him, suddenly feeling too weak for his weight. He had bit his bottom lip, hoping he hadn't been too noisy in his clumsiness, and picked himself up, hobbling along with palms pressed against the wall for support, till he reached the window. The room was thrown into darkness with the removal of the curtain tieback. His mind at ease, he sleepily climbed back into the comfortable hole under his sheets.
He woke later in the day to find the family doctor standing by his bedside, talking to his guardian in a low voice. He watched his guardian and the elderly doctor for a moment, his sleep-dazed mind trying to comprehend what was going on, before his gaze turned upon the child who stood silently at the end of his bed. His guardian's daughter was staring at him. As their eyes met, he saw in her usually cold eyes something unusual - fear, and his heart skipped a beat as it mirrored her emotion.
There was nothing to worry about for now, his doctor had told him soothingly upon noticing that he was awake. It seemed to be a case of anaemia not entirely uncommon in children and could be remedied with a regular course of iron vitamins. His guardian stated a remark of insufficient nutrition in his previous household and he had to bite back the urge to tell them fiercely that the meals his father prepared for him had always been very healthy.
He spent the day in bed. Their butler and housemaid attended to his needs. The doctor departed after a reassuring smile and compliment of his sensibility. His guardian left for work with succinct words to rest well that conveyed to him his concern. His sister vanished to her lessons, popping into the room once in a while with a kittenlike smirk on her face; knowing that his life was in no danger, she now seemed pleased to be one day ahead of him in their studies.
By the day after, he was out of bed and attending lessons once more. The curious incident of the day before was almost forgotten in the light of day save for the times for his iron pill medication and sudden bouts of exhaustion; yet in the dark of night, his dreams remained haunted by the new images his mind had conjured in that night.
Eyelashes fluttering for a moment, his eyes open, wide grey orbs.
His heart drops to the pit of his stomach.
The scenery before his eyes remains unchanged from his dream.
The dark night, the cold rain, the yellow street lamps.
His fists clench slowly.
He is shivering, he realises. From cold or fear, he can't quite discern.
He remembers the tinge of red and the sharp white.
Hesitantly, he looks down at his feet. It is too dark to see, surely. Yet he thinks he sees lines that tell of the layer of water that cover the street, ripples from the raindrops that pelt down.
A streak of lightning lights the sky and the water at his feet.
Red.
The colour he saw.
His breaths come irregular as his gaze lifts, following the trail of scarlet.
It is dark again. But he sees the outline of a motionless lump across the road.
He keeps staring. Perhaps he is waiting for some movement, perhaps he is simply too frightened to move forward.
The next flash of lightning reveals to him the true shape of the unmoving mass.
A bloody mangled creature.
Once a beautiful dog that he knew well. It is, was, the family pet.
His hand flies to his mouth, squeezing tightly to stifle his cry. He does not know what has happened but he can feel emanating from within him that something is wrong. Tears sting his eyes, blur his surroundings. And then, he is sitting on the ground, his bottom hurting from the sudden action. His hand falls from his mouth as he pulls his legs toward himself to hug his knees.
Another flash of lightning and he finds the same red that soaked into the body of the dog and stained the water at his feet now clings to his palm, drips down with the rainwater that washes his skin.
It is then that his mind throws at him the possibility... that somewhere in the night he doesn't recall, he could have killed their beloved dog.
The thought itself scares him. He pushes it out of his disobedient mind, hugging his knees tightly, dissolving into shuddering breaths and broken sobs.
"Miles Edgeworth... Miles Edgeworth..."
The voice can only be his imagination. He must have been in the rain for far too long.
"You shall not ignore me, little brother."
Brief pain sears across his back.
It is the familiar sting of a small whip.
His head snaps up and his eyes find his guardian's daughter close by, dressed in a white nightdress, snugly warm in a dark grey coat, a black umbrella in one hand, whip curled in the other.
She walks forward and stops before him, holding the umbrella over his head. Even standing, her petite frame was not all that much taller than him sitting down.
The rain no longer beats on his body, but water continues to drip steadily from his wet locks of hair.
His hand finds the ground and he pushes himself back as she leans forward.
He snarls and then catches himself, wondering in horror at his instinctive reaction even as he hears her gasp.
Staring up into her eyes, hesitantly - he is afraid of what he might see in them, he sees not the fear that had shown itself mere days before, only steely determination.
"What are you doing out here, Franziska?" His voice is surprisingly steady, even if too soft to be much more than a whisper. "Your father will not be pleased."
"I came to get you, little brother," she answers without hesitation, stretching her hand to him.
Something blooms in him that makes the chilly night feel a little warmer. "But did you see...?" His eyes dart to the unforgettable, unforgiving creature across the street.
She only nods. "Come, let us return home, Miles Edgeworth." She waves her hand slightly, signalling her impatience.
He needs to be strong, he decides resolutely, pressing his pale lips together firmly. He hastily wipes his hands on his pyjama bottoms, anxious to ensure that no trace of crimson remained, before raising one hand to hold hers, his other hand taking over the umbrella, as he gets to his feet.
However confused, upset, frightened he is feeling at that moment, he needs to push down those crying emotions and be strong in front of this little girl who came out to get him in this stormy night.
"Let us return home, Franziska."
6. Phoenix/Miles; GS1-4 spoilers; Lost the prompt and link. D: Must have been some hurt-comfort request - though I hadn't quite got to the planned h/c part and this is more like fluuuuufffff XP; Chapter 1/ discontinued; Sep/Oct 2008?
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Idiots in the Rain
Miles Edgeworth was fuming mad.
“What in the world did you think you were doing?!” He bellowed at the man sitting across him - one very wet Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix cowered at the fury in Miles’s voice, and with a sheepish grin, tried, “Um… looking for you?”
Miles briefly closed his eyes. His head was throbbing madly. When he opened his eyes again, Phoenix was still there, blue suit drenched through so thoroughly that it looked almost black; normally spiky hair plastered to his head or fell in dripping locks over his eyes - sincere eyes that were fixed on him, beseeching him to be appeased. He reminded Miles of a wet puppy - Pess had came in one rainy day looking just like that when he was young - and Miles had to harden his heart to continue.
“In a thunderstorm.”
“Look, Edgeworth,” Phoenix shifted forward. “You were missing, presumably lost in these woods when it began pouring. What were we to do?”
“Realise that I’m not so stupid as to not know to seek shelter on my own, and wait the rain out in the car,” Miles returned.
“And that was what everyone did. When the skies darkened and the police investigation team gathered but you were found absent, there was an initial search for you. But that had to be called off when the lightning got close.” Phoenix sneezed and rubbed his nose.
“But you, being the idiot you are, foolishly ignored the rest and continued.”
“No, I went back to Gumshoe’s car with Maya...”
Miles waited with arms crossed, one finger tapping impatiently. That hardly explained why Phoenix was now there.
Phoenix looked away suddenly, appearing embarrassed. “We sat in there for almost two hours, but the rain didn’t look like it was about to stop anytime soon. Then Gumshoe mentioned that this area was prone to earthquakes. And I was worried that there will be one while we were waiting and you will be alone.”
Phoenix thought he heard a mutter - something about it being normal - and his head snapped back to Miles. But Miles showed no sign of having spoken.
“So you came looking for me,” Miles concluded.
“So I came looking for you,” Phoenix nodded.
There was a brief silence - as silent as it could be with the rain pouring outside the little cave that was their temporary shelter.
“And how long were you in that rain?”
Phoenix shrugged. “I don’t know. I left close to 4, but I lost track of time…”
“Regularly wearing a watch will also keep you from being constantly late, Wright,” Miles said with no real menace, checking his own watch.
“You were out in that downpour for over an hour,” Miles stated coldly, his face stoic.
“Wow, it didn’t feel that long,” Phoenix grinned sheepishly.
Miles didn’t share the joviality, merely looked hard at Phoenix.
“And what will you have done if I hadn’t heard you?”
He had thought he was dreaming when he heard his name called, over and over, in that familiar voice. Getting louder, getting closer, getting softer.
His blood ran cold when he caught sight of the familiar figure amidst the trees, walking forward, turning round and round, yelling his name.
His voice was hoarse when he called back.
He felt colder when the head turned and he could see the face that had split into a biggest smile, confirming that it was who he thought it was.
Phoenxi stared back intensely at Miles. “I would have continued searching,” he answered with certainty. “Till I found you.”
Miles trembled and pressed his lips together firmly. Phoenix thought for a moment that he was going to cry.
“You are the biggest idiot I know,” Miles finally said softly, with a sigh.
Phoenix grinned, wrapping his arms around himself - now that the anger he sensed in Miles had dissipated, the wet clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin were beginning to make him feel rather cold. “What, you mean that title doesn’t belong to Larry?”
Miles scoffed, “Larry Butz is in a class of idiocy of his own.”
Phoenix laughed at that, but had to stop to sneeze, and it became more of a wheeze.
“Wright!” Miles snapped, his tone abruptly sharp once more. “Take off your clothes!”
Phoenix simply stared, mouth hanging open. He sneezed again. Then, scratching the back of his head, he smiled nervously, not quite meeting Miles’s eyes, “Um, well, Edgeworth, I think I’m coming down with a cold, so now may not be the best time. And even if you are touched or just glad to see me, you don’t really have to do this. Besides, this cave isn’t the most comfortable place for it. But if you really want to, I don’t m-“
“I-I don’t mean that!” Miles sputtered, a deep shade of crimson stark on his pale cheeks. “Stop babbling!”
Phoenix looked at Miles, a sly twinkle in his eye.
Miles averted his eyes. “I-I mean, it’s not good to stay in wet clothes - they lower your body temperature and make it easier to catch a chill or make a cold worse.”
“True,” Phoenix nodded, and began removing his jacket. Their cave was a small one, but deep enough that one wouldn’t be exposed to the chilly wind unless they were close to the mouth.
Phoenix stripped down to his boxers. He practically had to peel his shirt off his skin - so wet it was, and only had a look of disgust for his waterlogged cellphone. Maybe it would work again if he opened it up to dry the insides, he hoped. He didn’t really have the money to spare for a new one.
Phoenix found Miles still looking away when he sat down once more. He stared at Miles, then looked down at himself. They were in the same situation, weren’t they? Why was he looking so dishevelled while Miles still managed to look like nobility, even his cravat and vest intact?
“Why are your clothes still on?” Phoenix asked sulkily.
“This isn’t a stripping game, Wright,” Miles replied, still looking away. Phoenix flushed a little at this, despite his earlier teasing. “I… found this place not too long after the rain started. If you will notice, I am almost dry now.”
Phoenix nodded, gaze sweeping over Miles. Miles’s hair seemed damp but not dripping. His shirt was white too, but wasn’t translucent and plastered to his skin as his was. He suddenly noticed something missing, “Where’s your jacket?”
“I dropped it outside,” Miles said simply. Clearly, it wasn’t a big matter to him.
Even though it must have been expensive… like all his other suits, Phoenix thought gloomily. He continued staring at Miles. His clothes appeared to be splotched with dirt in various areas; his trousers from knees down, especially, seemed stained with mud. Maybe he fell somewhere, but his pride was keeping him from recounting the incident to him, Phoenix thought. He looked over Miles once more, carefully. Satisfied that Miles didn’t look externally injured or in pain, Phoenix decided against asking. Miles would tell him if he wanted to. Phoenix turned to look at the rain and wiped at his dripping nose. It was rather cold.
“Do you remember… how we used to play in the rain?” Phoenix asked after a long silence.
“Hm.”
Miles was listening, so Phoenix went on.
“How fun it was then - to feel the rain pouring down on our skin, to throw back our heads and swallow what water we could get into our mouths, to stomp in puddles trying to splash others - even if the rain had already done a thorough job in getting everyone wet as it was…” Phoenix smiled. “I remember you wouldn’t join in at first. You didn’t want to make your father-“ Phoenix almost stopped, darting a swift glance at Miles out of the corner of his eye and finding Miles still listening with half-closed eyes, continued, “-angry. So you would stand under your umbrella after Larry and I had cast ours aside, saying that you weren’t interested in our ‘childish games’ but all the time, watching us wistfully-“
“I wasn’t ‘watching wistfully’,” Miles interrupted.
Phoenix quirked his eyebrow at Miles and grinned, “You were. I saw you. Why else did you think we wrestled your umbrella away and dragged you into the rain with us?”
“Because you were idiots?”
Phoenix laughed. “Maybe. But if being an idiot means having such fun, I don’t mind being called one.”
“Idiot,” Miles said. But Phoenix thought he glimpsed a faint smile that Miles didn’t manage to hide.
If being an idiot meant sitting together with Miles, chatting and smiling as they hadn’t quite done since far too long ago, he didn’t mind being called one…
So, here we go with what I can find of my fills... (Beware, the subjects are kinda... random.) There may be some others that are probably lost somewhere out there in anon-land... (I wonder if I'll recognise them myself, given my attrocious memory. >>)
1. Dialogue prompt: "Hold it! I don't want Charley to see."
Phoenix/Miles; crack-alert; I was picturing it Japanese-dj-style. XD; 30 Aug 2009
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"Hold it! I don't want Charley to see."
"Unf!" Miles protested. What's the matter with you, Wright!? - he meant to ask, but with Phoenix's palm against his cheek pushing him away with all his might, he wasn't sure anyone understood the incoherent grunts.
Miles pulled away Phoenix's hand with much effort. There was a pause as they stared at each other, Miles vaguely thinking Phoenix looked good this dishevelled - with his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie undone - when Phoenix's words finally registered in his mind.
"What?" Miles asked blankly.
"He'll want to join in," Phoenix said darkly. "And I doubt you'll like it."
You mean Charley, the plant? Miles thought, completely confused.
"Or would you?" Phoenix's smirk was sudden, as were the hands placed on his shoulders, pushing him in the direction of the potted plant.
Whaaaat?!
"OBJECTION!"
2. whoooooaaaa we're halfway there
WHOOOO-OOOA
LIVIN' ON A PRAYER
Phoenix/Miles; warning for GS4 (AJ:AA) spoilers; Only the first verse cos that's all the lyrics I remember off the top of my head. XP; 30 Aug 2009
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Phoenix used to work in the courts
Framed for forgery
He was down on his luck
It's tough, so tough
Miles now flies all over the world
Studying foreign laws, he helps out his man
For love, for love
He says we've got to hold on to what we've got
We'll get you reinstated
If you like it or not
Think of Trucy; if enough it's not
For love - let's give this a shot
Whooah, we're half way there
Whoo-ooah~ Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it - I swear
Whoo-ooah~ Livin' on a prayer
3. Y'know who I think reminds me of a good!Kristoph?
Jade Curtiss from Tales of the Abyss.
I have no idea where this concept could go but I think it sure looks interesting.
GS + TotA crossover; Kristoph, Jade; dialogue only; warning - some kind of weird, awfully random AU? I didn't think too hard about exactly how their worlds connect. I just felt like writing a Kristoph meets Jade fic. :D Timeline-wise, I'd say pre-GS4-1 and sometime-post-game-TotA(warning-vague-spoilers)-maybe-or-maybe-AU, however that works together. :P Not too certain whether I got their characterisations right though...; 28 Aug 2009
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“Mr. Gavin? A Mr. Jade Curtiss is looking for you. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he appears certain that you will meet him.”
“Show him in.”
“Jade Curtiss. It has been a while since we last met.”
“Why, indeed. I hadn’t expected to be much welcomed, after all.”
“Please, take a seat.”
“How are you faring, Kristoph?”
“Very well.”
“And how is Klavier?”
“That child has unfortunately taken on quite a mind of his own, but he is otherwise doing perfectly.”
“That is good to hear.”
“Surely you have not come in person for this small talk, Colonel. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? Are you seeking the services of an attorney, perhaps? Accidentally killed another teacher?”
“… Oh, sorry, it must have slipped my mind that I did not make an appointment in your busy schedule. But believe me when I say that this pleasure you speak of will be entirely mine.”
“…”
“According to our record, it seems that it has been close to ten years since you first met Dist.”
“Ah, yes. I believe I do distinctly remember your friend.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t call that thing my friend. Anyway, that makes you one of the longest surviving participants of this project.”
“Isn’t that wonderful.”
“Isn’t it~~ However, from the data taken at your last checkups, there appears to be random signs of dissonance in your replica. We estimate that a Big Bang may take place within the next 18 months.”
“…So you are here to bring me news of my pending death.”
“Not quite. It is a common misconception that the Big Bang equates death. While I will not deny the possibility of death, I need to highlight the possibility that you will live if you survive this period leading up to the Big Bang. It is to clarify on this point - the miscommunication of which having resulted in some reckless action by a participant on previous occasion when one survived to the Big Bang - that I thought it better if I make a personal visit in your case.”
“I see… …If I may request a candid answer, Jade, what are the chances of survival historically?”
“Well, we have had two Originals who successfully underwent the Big Bang. One passed on several weeks after. The other, is still alive to this date.”
“And what of Klavier? If this Big Bang occurs, will he definitely disappear?”
“Yes, that is highly likely. Nothing but his memories will remain.”
4. I want some DaryanxKlavier angst.
Anon will take anything (just no mPreg.)
Run with these lyrics:
You're in my stars, you know
Need no crystal ball to tell me so
Whispering in the air
Hoping that my words find you somewhere
Even when I close my eyes
I'll never recreate the time that flies
- "Juliet" by Emilie Autumn
Daryan/Klavier; GS4-3 spoilers; OOC-ly sentimental Daryan? - idk, there's the humans get vulnerably reflective in the middle of the night, but is that enough? I fished this one out from my writing folder and unfortunately didn't save a link to the prompt.; Apr 2009?
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Strange how he never noticed how quiet Gavin’s apartment could be. Usually, the music from Gavin’s top-class home stereo system would fill the place - or if they were working on Gavinners music and the stereo was off, there’d be the strumming of their guitars or Gavin’s soft humming as he composed a new song. Sitting back on the couch in the dead of the night, listening to the still, endless silence… it felt rather unnerving.
“Can’t sleep?” Gavin’s sleep-drowsed voice came from behind.
“Hn,” he grunted in response, automatically shifting to the side to make space for Gavin.
Gavin plomped gracelessly onto the sofa (oh what would their fans say if they saw him now, such unprincely behaviour and those crumpled, dishevelled clothes and that sleep-tousled hair much like a wild mane instead of tucked in its usual neat twirl… probably still find it cool somehow, ha!) and seemed to immediately shut his eyes.
Casting a glance at him, Daryan chuckled inwardly. They were tired, of course they were. With their concert, the LeTouse murder, trial and all the commotion along with it, it would be surprising if they weren’t - he even more than Gavin, possibly, for he hadn’t been able to catch a wink the past two nights and yet had to keep up a façade during the day.
He didn’t bother asking if the other would rather go back to the bedroom to rest better, they were past that - the fact that Gavin was outside, here, sitting beside him, eyes open or not, was good enough to tell him that here is where he wanted to be. Instead, he asked, “Remember the first time we met?”
“Can I forget?” Gavin’s voice had lost its sleepy tint, and Daryan knew that despite his closed eyes, his mind had probably been busy. “Me having no authority to investigate the crime scene and you the detective on guard suggesting donuts to bribe the other cops - I thought you were crazy.”
Daryan laughed. “Well, I was pretty darn tired of those veterans simply going through procedure, acting like the case would solve itself and not caring if it didn’t. You at least seemed to care enough about actually solving the murder.” A glance at the other and he found Gavin’s eyes open and on him.
“And the murder we finally solved - together, ja?” Gavin smiled.
“Yea.”
The first case they worked on together was the beginning of their friendship, the beginning of over seven years of working and making music together, sharing spaces, thoughts… lives. He had been thinking that entire night and the last, after his mind had worn out replaying the struggle that led to LeTouse’s unfortunate death; in the quiet of the night, all he could think of was the good times of the past - which unsurprisingly contained a lot of Gavin - and fear that by his - on hindsight - poor decisions and all that bad luck, such good times may no longer be.
“Hey.”
Gavin’s voice snapped him from his thoughts.
“For what it’s worth, I believe you didn’t do it.”
You shouldn’t, he didn’t say.
It’s worth too much, more than I deserve, he didn’t say.
All he did say, with a nod acknowledging Gavin’s concern, was, “thanks, man”.
Gavin nodded back, standing. Laying a hand briefly on his shoulder and telling him to “try to catch some sleep”, he returned to his bedroom.
Daryan watched him out of the corner of his eye, and only when Gavin was past his door, out of his sight, did he lean back into the sofa once more, limp. A few hours weren’t enough to playback all those years of shared memories. And really, he didn’t want to just reminisce on old memories, but create new ones, continue their dream. Daryan closed his eyes. What was he throwing away?
5. Vampire!Edgeworth AU; GS2 char spoilers; Lost the prompt and link. D: Requesting Edgeworth as a vampire perhaps? I always enjoy writing the sibling relationship between Miles and Franziska. ^_^ Chapter 1+2 / discontinued; Sep/Oct 2008?
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Why is this so familiar?
The rain like a white curtain, shrouding the area around him.
The warm yellow glow of the sparse street lamps in the night.
The uncomfortable feeling of his soaked pyjamas, drenched by the downpour, clinging to his wet skin.
The pain in his chest as his breaths escape in a rush through his open mouth.
His heart pounding incessantly in his head.
An ache, like pins and needles, gnawing in the area of his neck, discomfort coursing through his entire body.
The occasional lightning that splits the skies and lights up the shadows.
He sees the puddles under his bare feet in the brief moments of light. They are coloured in crimson and dread washes over him like the heavy rain.
His eyes close and he sees a flash of white - teeth - no, fangs.
And he screams.
It is the nightmare he has been having for the past week. A new nightmare that has intertwined with his usual nightmares of being trapped for an eternity in a lightless elevator as the world shakes violently around him. Gunshots. Screams. Blood. And now, fangs.
He doesn't understand.
The first night he remembers seeing this dream, he had awoken in his bed, bathed in a sheen of perspiration, to the sun shining through his bedroom window. The sun was glaring to his eyes, uncomfortably warm on his skin. He had promptly slid off his bed to draw the heavy curtains, almost falling as his knees buckled under him, suddenly feeling too weak for his weight. He had bit his bottom lip, hoping he hadn't been too noisy in his clumsiness, and picked himself up, hobbling along with palms pressed against the wall for support, till he reached the window. The room was thrown into darkness with the removal of the curtain tieback. His mind at ease, he sleepily climbed back into the comfortable hole under his sheets.
He woke later in the day to find the family doctor standing by his bedside, talking to his guardian in a low voice. He watched his guardian and the elderly doctor for a moment, his sleep-dazed mind trying to comprehend what was going on, before his gaze turned upon the child who stood silently at the end of his bed. His guardian's daughter was staring at him. As their eyes met, he saw in her usually cold eyes something unusual - fear, and his heart skipped a beat as it mirrored her emotion.
There was nothing to worry about for now, his doctor had told him soothingly upon noticing that he was awake. It seemed to be a case of anaemia not entirely uncommon in children and could be remedied with a regular course of iron vitamins. His guardian stated a remark of insufficient nutrition in his previous household and he had to bite back the urge to tell them fiercely that the meals his father prepared for him had always been very healthy.
He spent the day in bed. Their butler and housemaid attended to his needs. The doctor departed after a reassuring smile and compliment of his sensibility. His guardian left for work with succinct words to rest well that conveyed to him his concern. His sister vanished to her lessons, popping into the room once in a while with a kittenlike smirk on her face; knowing that his life was in no danger, she now seemed pleased to be one day ahead of him in their studies.
By the day after, he was out of bed and attending lessons once more. The curious incident of the day before was almost forgotten in the light of day save for the times for his iron pill medication and sudden bouts of exhaustion; yet in the dark of night, his dreams remained haunted by the new images his mind had conjured in that night.
Eyelashes fluttering for a moment, his eyes open, wide grey orbs.
His heart drops to the pit of his stomach.
The scenery before his eyes remains unchanged from his dream.
The dark night, the cold rain, the yellow street lamps.
His fists clench slowly.
He is shivering, he realises. From cold or fear, he can't quite discern.
He remembers the tinge of red and the sharp white.
Hesitantly, he looks down at his feet. It is too dark to see, surely. Yet he thinks he sees lines that tell of the layer of water that cover the street, ripples from the raindrops that pelt down.
A streak of lightning lights the sky and the water at his feet.
Red.
The colour he saw.
His breaths come irregular as his gaze lifts, following the trail of scarlet.
It is dark again. But he sees the outline of a motionless lump across the road.
He keeps staring. Perhaps he is waiting for some movement, perhaps he is simply too frightened to move forward.
The next flash of lightning reveals to him the true shape of the unmoving mass.
A bloody mangled creature.
Once a beautiful dog that he knew well. It is, was, the family pet.
His hand flies to his mouth, squeezing tightly to stifle his cry. He does not know what has happened but he can feel emanating from within him that something is wrong. Tears sting his eyes, blur his surroundings. And then, he is sitting on the ground, his bottom hurting from the sudden action. His hand falls from his mouth as he pulls his legs toward himself to hug his knees.
Another flash of lightning and he finds the same red that soaked into the body of the dog and stained the water at his feet now clings to his palm, drips down with the rainwater that washes his skin.
It is then that his mind throws at him the possibility... that somewhere in the night he doesn't recall, he could have killed their beloved dog.
The thought itself scares him. He pushes it out of his disobedient mind, hugging his knees tightly, dissolving into shuddering breaths and broken sobs.
"Miles Edgeworth... Miles Edgeworth..."
The voice can only be his imagination. He must have been in the rain for far too long.
"You shall not ignore me, little brother."
Brief pain sears across his back.
It is the familiar sting of a small whip.
His head snaps up and his eyes find his guardian's daughter close by, dressed in a white nightdress, snugly warm in a dark grey coat, a black umbrella in one hand, whip curled in the other.
She walks forward and stops before him, holding the umbrella over his head. Even standing, her petite frame was not all that much taller than him sitting down.
The rain no longer beats on his body, but water continues to drip steadily from his wet locks of hair.
His hand finds the ground and he pushes himself back as she leans forward.
He snarls and then catches himself, wondering in horror at his instinctive reaction even as he hears her gasp.
Staring up into her eyes, hesitantly - he is afraid of what he might see in them, he sees not the fear that had shown itself mere days before, only steely determination.
"What are you doing out here, Franziska?" His voice is surprisingly steady, even if too soft to be much more than a whisper. "Your father will not be pleased."
"I came to get you, little brother," she answers without hesitation, stretching her hand to him.
Something blooms in him that makes the chilly night feel a little warmer. "But did you see...?" His eyes dart to the unforgettable, unforgiving creature across the street.
She only nods. "Come, let us return home, Miles Edgeworth." She waves her hand slightly, signalling her impatience.
He needs to be strong, he decides resolutely, pressing his pale lips together firmly. He hastily wipes his hands on his pyjama bottoms, anxious to ensure that no trace of crimson remained, before raising one hand to hold hers, his other hand taking over the umbrella, as he gets to his feet.
However confused, upset, frightened he is feeling at that moment, he needs to push down those crying emotions and be strong in front of this little girl who came out to get him in this stormy night.
"Let us return home, Franziska."
6. Phoenix/Miles; GS1-4 spoilers; Lost the prompt and link. D: Must have been some hurt-comfort request - though I hadn't quite got to the planned h/c part and this is more like fluuuuufffff XP; Chapter 1/ discontinued; Sep/Oct 2008?
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Idiots in the Rain
Miles Edgeworth was fuming mad.
“What in the world did you think you were doing?!” He bellowed at the man sitting across him - one very wet Phoenix Wright.
Phoenix cowered at the fury in Miles’s voice, and with a sheepish grin, tried, “Um… looking for you?”
Miles briefly closed his eyes. His head was throbbing madly. When he opened his eyes again, Phoenix was still there, blue suit drenched through so thoroughly that it looked almost black; normally spiky hair plastered to his head or fell in dripping locks over his eyes - sincere eyes that were fixed on him, beseeching him to be appeased. He reminded Miles of a wet puppy - Pess had came in one rainy day looking just like that when he was young - and Miles had to harden his heart to continue.
“In a thunderstorm.”
“Look, Edgeworth,” Phoenix shifted forward. “You were missing, presumably lost in these woods when it began pouring. What were we to do?”
“Realise that I’m not so stupid as to not know to seek shelter on my own, and wait the rain out in the car,” Miles returned.
“And that was what everyone did. When the skies darkened and the police investigation team gathered but you were found absent, there was an initial search for you. But that had to be called off when the lightning got close.” Phoenix sneezed and rubbed his nose.
“But you, being the idiot you are, foolishly ignored the rest and continued.”
“No, I went back to Gumshoe’s car with Maya...”
Miles waited with arms crossed, one finger tapping impatiently. That hardly explained why Phoenix was now there.
Phoenix looked away suddenly, appearing embarrassed. “We sat in there for almost two hours, but the rain didn’t look like it was about to stop anytime soon. Then Gumshoe mentioned that this area was prone to earthquakes. And I was worried that there will be one while we were waiting and you will be alone.”
Phoenix thought he heard a mutter - something about it being normal - and his head snapped back to Miles. But Miles showed no sign of having spoken.
“So you came looking for me,” Miles concluded.
“So I came looking for you,” Phoenix nodded.
There was a brief silence - as silent as it could be with the rain pouring outside the little cave that was their temporary shelter.
“And how long were you in that rain?”
Phoenix shrugged. “I don’t know. I left close to 4, but I lost track of time…”
“Regularly wearing a watch will also keep you from being constantly late, Wright,” Miles said with no real menace, checking his own watch.
“You were out in that downpour for over an hour,” Miles stated coldly, his face stoic.
“Wow, it didn’t feel that long,” Phoenix grinned sheepishly.
Miles didn’t share the joviality, merely looked hard at Phoenix.
“And what will you have done if I hadn’t heard you?”
He had thought he was dreaming when he heard his name called, over and over, in that familiar voice. Getting louder, getting closer, getting softer.
His blood ran cold when he caught sight of the familiar figure amidst the trees, walking forward, turning round and round, yelling his name.
His voice was hoarse when he called back.
He felt colder when the head turned and he could see the face that had split into a biggest smile, confirming that it was who he thought it was.
Phoenxi stared back intensely at Miles. “I would have continued searching,” he answered with certainty. “Till I found you.”
Miles trembled and pressed his lips together firmly. Phoenix thought for a moment that he was going to cry.
“You are the biggest idiot I know,” Miles finally said softly, with a sigh.
Phoenix grinned, wrapping his arms around himself - now that the anger he sensed in Miles had dissipated, the wet clothes sticking uncomfortably to his skin were beginning to make him feel rather cold. “What, you mean that title doesn’t belong to Larry?”
Miles scoffed, “Larry Butz is in a class of idiocy of his own.”
Phoenix laughed at that, but had to stop to sneeze, and it became more of a wheeze.
“Wright!” Miles snapped, his tone abruptly sharp once more. “Take off your clothes!”
Phoenix simply stared, mouth hanging open. He sneezed again. Then, scratching the back of his head, he smiled nervously, not quite meeting Miles’s eyes, “Um, well, Edgeworth, I think I’m coming down with a cold, so now may not be the best time. And even if you are touched or just glad to see me, you don’t really have to do this. Besides, this cave isn’t the most comfortable place for it. But if you really want to, I don’t m-“
“I-I don’t mean that!” Miles sputtered, a deep shade of crimson stark on his pale cheeks. “Stop babbling!”
Phoenix looked at Miles, a sly twinkle in his eye.
Miles averted his eyes. “I-I mean, it’s not good to stay in wet clothes - they lower your body temperature and make it easier to catch a chill or make a cold worse.”
“True,” Phoenix nodded, and began removing his jacket. Their cave was a small one, but deep enough that one wouldn’t be exposed to the chilly wind unless they were close to the mouth.
Phoenix stripped down to his boxers. He practically had to peel his shirt off his skin - so wet it was, and only had a look of disgust for his waterlogged cellphone. Maybe it would work again if he opened it up to dry the insides, he hoped. He didn’t really have the money to spare for a new one.
Phoenix found Miles still looking away when he sat down once more. He stared at Miles, then looked down at himself. They were in the same situation, weren’t they? Why was he looking so dishevelled while Miles still managed to look like nobility, even his cravat and vest intact?
“Why are your clothes still on?” Phoenix asked sulkily.
“This isn’t a stripping game, Wright,” Miles replied, still looking away. Phoenix flushed a little at this, despite his earlier teasing. “I… found this place not too long after the rain started. If you will notice, I am almost dry now.”
Phoenix nodded, gaze sweeping over Miles. Miles’s hair seemed damp but not dripping. His shirt was white too, but wasn’t translucent and plastered to his skin as his was. He suddenly noticed something missing, “Where’s your jacket?”
“I dropped it outside,” Miles said simply. Clearly, it wasn’t a big matter to him.
Even though it must have been expensive… like all his other suits, Phoenix thought gloomily. He continued staring at Miles. His clothes appeared to be splotched with dirt in various areas; his trousers from knees down, especially, seemed stained with mud. Maybe he fell somewhere, but his pride was keeping him from recounting the incident to him, Phoenix thought. He looked over Miles once more, carefully. Satisfied that Miles didn’t look externally injured or in pain, Phoenix decided against asking. Miles would tell him if he wanted to. Phoenix turned to look at the rain and wiped at his dripping nose. It was rather cold.
“Do you remember… how we used to play in the rain?” Phoenix asked after a long silence.
“Hm.”
Miles was listening, so Phoenix went on.
“How fun it was then - to feel the rain pouring down on our skin, to throw back our heads and swallow what water we could get into our mouths, to stomp in puddles trying to splash others - even if the rain had already done a thorough job in getting everyone wet as it was…” Phoenix smiled. “I remember you wouldn’t join in at first. You didn’t want to make your father-“ Phoenix almost stopped, darting a swift glance at Miles out of the corner of his eye and finding Miles still listening with half-closed eyes, continued, “-angry. So you would stand under your umbrella after Larry and I had cast ours aside, saying that you weren’t interested in our ‘childish games’ but all the time, watching us wistfully-“
“I wasn’t ‘watching wistfully’,” Miles interrupted.
Phoenix quirked his eyebrow at Miles and grinned, “You were. I saw you. Why else did you think we wrestled your umbrella away and dragged you into the rain with us?”
“Because you were idiots?”
Phoenix laughed. “Maybe. But if being an idiot means having such fun, I don’t mind being called one.”
“Idiot,” Miles said. But Phoenix thought he glimpsed a faint smile that Miles didn’t manage to hide.
If being an idiot meant sitting together with Miles, chatting and smiling as they hadn’t quite done since far too long ago, he didn’t mind being called one…