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longdeadking · 28 days

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Miles Edgeworth was a prosecutor, and a good one. There weren't rankings of employment in the Japanifornia District Prosecutors' Office, exactly, but it was an open secret amongst its employees that Chief Prosecutor Skye entrusted him with the most tangled, convoluted, and high-profile cases they were given. He considered it an honor, and wore the title of "Demon Prosecutor" like a crown. He refused to let the whispers in the break room get to him — the ones rumoring salacious interactions with the Chief Prosecutor, or sums of money paid to her, or forged evidence and lies in court that gave his defendants harsher punishments than they otherwise would have received. He knew they weren't true, and so it was immature to let them bother him. He would not be immature. After all, despite his requests for a name change being shot down each time, he was a von Karma, and von Karmas were perfect.

Miles Edgeworth was a prosecutor, and he hated criminals. He considered them practically subhuman, and he could not find it in himself to regard them with any amount of sympathy — although, he would concede, he'd never tried very hard to. Those who broke the law were, in his eyes, incapable of being redeemed. The only recourse of justice was punishment, equalling exactly the severity of the crime committed, and no less. It was Miles' job as a prosecutor to ensure that justice was served. He could not falter, and did not; every defendant he faced was declared guilty. No defense attorney could compete with him. He was placed in a homeschooling program by his mentor and guardian, and graduated law school at only twenty. That feat alone, even without the supporting evidence of his spotless five-year record, would be enough to declare him a genius and a prodigy, but evidence was everything in court, so Miles didn't feel too badly about bringing up said record whenever he was challenged on his capability.

Miles Edgeworth was a prosecutor with a spotless record, his superior's trust, and a moral rage at criminals that could not be argued against. He was perfect, unflappable, unbeatable.

Except for, apparently, when his superior handed him a case file with an apologetic smile and an explanation that while no formal charges had been made, she was going to want him prosecuting once they had been, so she wanted to give him the file now. A case file that, when opened, revealed not a mugshot or frame from a security camera, but what was very clearly a cropped Instagram post, a selfie, showing a figure clad in a garish blue-and-red bodysuit that covered every inch of their body, including their face. The figure was, as best as Miles could tell, using the hand not holding out the phone to cling to a pipe on the side of a building, at minimum twelve stories in the air. Miles studied the photo for some time, but he could not figure out how the offending figure had gotten up there. Eventually, he gave up and resigned himself to scanning the rest of the cover page.

The words typed in wide font just below the baffling photo were not a name. They were, however, words that Miles recognized. Working in the legal spheres of Japanifornia, he would have had to have been astoundingly oblivious not to.

The words, the terrible words, the words that would eventually lead to the total destruction of the life Miles had created for himself, were as follows:

The Amazing Spider-Man.

Miles felt his eye twitch. This was going to be a truly awful case.

For how little sleep he'd gotten, Phoenix Wright was feeling pretty good as he rolled out of bed. His arms were sore in the satisfying way they always were after a night on the streets, and his sheets were barely creased, since apparently he'd slept like a brick.

He ran a hand through his hair as he hobbled to the bathroom, pushing back the flattened strands until he achieved something close to his usual spikes, although this time it was sweat and grease making them so spiky, instead of gel. He really needed to shower. The Chief would scowl at him for rolling in late again, but she couldn't really scold him. After all, he wasn't exactly some entitled slacker stumbling in hungover after too many shots at the local gentrification-chic rooftop bar.

No, Phoenix Wright was no stuck-up jerk. He was goddamn Spider-Man, and Mia knew it. So she couldn't say shit about him being late.

The hot shower was bliss on his sore shoulders, and after a leisurely half-hour in the bathroom, he looked professional to head to the office.

During the day, Phoenix worked at Fey and Co. Law Offices as a secretary and paralegal to Mia Fey, criminal defense attorney. The office was cozy and low-profile, but it didn't need to be flashy. Anybody in real trouble knew Mia's name. When Phoenix first got the offer to work for her, he'd been so starstruck he nearly forgot to respond to the email. Thankfully, he remembered eventually, and now he was working comfortably under his brilliant mentor and friend, offering his perspective as an — ahem — professional to cases that smelled fishy. He wasn't in the courtroom much, but he didn't mind. He got enough attention from the public from his side job, thanks.

Today, Mia was already settled behind her desk when Phoenix walked in with a call of, "Sorry I'm late, Chief! Busy night, you know how it is."

"Phoenix…" Mia sighed. "I hope you slept well. I've got a new client I want you to look at."

Phoenix dropped his bag at his desk and meandered over to Mia, who had a file open in front of her and a few tabs up on her laptop. She pushed the paper file towards him first.

"I got a call from a friend at the PD. He said our client was asking for you, specifically, which was my first hint that this was an odd one." Mia clicked around on her laptop a bit, finally opening her email and refreshing the page a couple of times. Apparently, she was waiting for something.

Phoenix hummed. "Like, me me, or…"

"Yes, you you, Phoenix Wright, my assistant," Mia said. "I'm pretty sure my friend doesn't know about not-you. As in, he doesn't know it's you, not that he doesn't know you. Everybody knows you."

"You used you a lot in that sentence," Phoenix pointed out.

"Hush, you. Read the case."

"On it, boss," Phoenix said, giving Mia a two-finger salute.

He didn't have to read far before it shocked him.

"Larry Butz? What's he in for?"

Mia sighed and rubbed her temples. Usually, Phoenix could sort of forget that Mia had years of experience over him, but in this moment, it seemed like all those years hit her all at once. She had those moments sometimes. "Murder. What else?" she said.

Phoenix's eyebrows, already reaching an impressive altitude, climbed even higher. "Well, he's not guilty."

"You sound pretty certain," Mia said.

Phoenix shrugged. "Yeah, well, I know him. He's a ditz, not a killer. Who's the victim?"

"Maybe if you read the case file, you'd find out," Mia said, turning back to her laptop with a tiny frown. It was the most negative expression Phoenix had ever seen her make.

So Phoenix did read the case file. Well, kind of. He tried to, for sure. He was just a little, distracted.

See, there weren't many people in the world Phoenix was close to, and even fewer that knew about his secret identity. In fact, there were only two.

Mia Fey, his mentor, who didn't get told so much as she found out, after lining up Phoenix's late nights fighting crime with his late, sore, tired mornings on the job;

And Larry Butz, his best friend since grade school, who didn't get told so much as he was there for it, when Phoenix got bit by that spider while doing some light trespassing, and then when his superpowers spontaneously developed at the sleepover that night.

Larry was kind of an idiot, and he fell in love too fast for his own good, but he was kind, in his own way, and what he lacked in academic skill he made up for with his artistic talent. He could pick up any medium and his sense of aesthetic was unmatched, although you wouldn't guess it from looking at him. He was the one who inspired Phoenix to chase his dreams of becoming an actor. Although these days, Phoenix found himself regretting his decision to pass up pre-law. Still, Larry was reliable and a genius in his craft.

He was the one who made Phoenix's suits, actually. From the ground up, design to finished product. He never let Phoenix pay him, insisting that he was only helping out his "best bro." Phoenix never really pushed that hard, considering free was a whole lot better than whatever he'd be paying some tailor, factoring in the hush money. Phoenix was endlessly grateful for Larry's ability to keep secrets and his generosity. Not that he'd ever tell him, obviously. If the Butz got a big head it would be a disaster.

Mia's voice pulled Phoenix out of his reminiscing. "Are you alright, Wright?"

"Right as rain," Phoenix said automatically. It was a terrible joke he'd made the first time they met, and Mia liked it so much that it stuck. "Did you say something?"

"Just that the police are through with him, so if you'd like, we can go down to the detention center and interview Mr. Butz now," Mia said.

Phoenix nodded, scooping up the case file and grabbing his bag. Mia joined him and the pair walked out together into the streets towards the detention center.

"Was that what you were waiting for?" Phoenix asked.

Mia blinked. "What?"

"You kept refreshing your email. I was wondering if you were waiting for the go-ahead from the police."

"Oh, no, that was something else."

Phoenix nodded, but Mia didn't say any more. "Cool," he said lamely. "So. Larry. Why do they think he did it?"

"No idea, I'm afraid." The far-away look in Mia's eyes vanished as conversation came back around to the case. "I tried asking the detective in charge of investigations, but he's harder to talk circles around on the phone. I hope he'll still be at the detention center when we get there."

"Chief!" Phoenix put a hand to his heart, pretending to be shocked. "Conspiring against the upstanding members of the police force to get information? How could you do such a terrible thing?"

"Sure, because your method of justice is so legally squeaky-clean," Mia scoffed.

"Hey, I'm not a lawyer, I don't have to follow laws."

"You know that isn't true."

"Besides, if I ever get arrested, I know a top-notch attorney that'll defend me." Phoenix nudged Mia with his elbow.

"Oh, really? And who would that be? Because I know I'd be on the witness stand, hand in hand with Winston Payne to take you down, Terror of Japanifornia."

"Winston Payne! Chief, you wound me."

Mia shook her head. "I can tell you majored in theater. We're here."

The detention center was an ominous-looking gray concrete box attached to the police department. Walking past it always gave Phoenix the creeps. Something about the barred windows and blocky architecture made it feel like you were the one in prison, or at the very least, you deserved to be.

Or maybe that was because most of the times Phoenix was near the police department, he was technically doing crime.

Still, Larry was waiting for him inside, so he followed dutifully after Mia through the front office and into the visitor's room.

Larry was already there when they walked in, and it looked like he'd been crying. His hair was a wreck, and not in his usual way. He was slumped over the little table like a drunk at closing time, and when he looked up at Phoenix, his bottom lip actually trembled.

"Nick! Come on, I didn't do it! I'm too soft for prison, man! I'm too young to die!" Larry wailed.

Phoenix resisted the urge to put his head in his hands. "You're not going to prison, Larry. Unless you did kill somebody."

"I would never!" Larry, to Phoenix's shock and horror, started sobbing again, fat tears tracing well-worn tracks down his face. "How could you! I loved her, man, I wouldn't ever kill her!"

"So the victim, Ms. Stone, she was-" Mia jumped in to save Phoenix.

"She was my girl, yeah," Larry said, sobs vanishing completely as he stared wistfully into the middle distance, no doubt recalling fond memories of whoever this girl was. "She was a bombshell. Almost as pretty as you." He smiled what Phoenix was sure he thought was a winning smile at Mia.

"Thank you, Mr. Butz. I'm sure this is hard for you to talk about, but we really need all the information we can get," Mia powered on.

Larry, though, looked confused. "Uh, who's 'we?' I asked for Nick to defend me, miss, no offense."

"I'm not a real lawyer," Phoenix explained. "This is Mia Fey, my boss. She's the actual lawyer. She's good, too. A genius. And just a good person. But anyway, she's taking on your defense. I might hang around behind the bench, but I'm not allowed to do much."

"But you said you worked for a law company! You're a liar!" Larry was crying again.

"I said I was a secretary."

"Mr. Butz. Please. Could I ask you some questions about what happened on the afternoon of Ms. Stone's murder?" Mia looked tired already. Phoenix felt a little bad about making her deal with Larry like this.

Larry, though, sobered up a little bit at Mia's words. She had that effect on people, Phoenix guessed. Her energy was just so down-to-earth that everyone around her couldn't help but stay grounded too.

"Sure. Whatever you need!"

Mia nodded. "First, about the murder weapon, the statue of The Thinker…"

Miles was going to pop a blood vessel, probably. Or have a stroke. Or some other deadly stress-related injury.

The case file on The Amazing Spider-Man was, in a word, unbalanced. While the records of their many crimes were plentiful and well-recorded, and there were so many photos that they had to be stored digitally instead of kept on paper with everything else, the most they had in terms of clues towards their identity were that they appeared to have a male build and voice, and that they tended to only appear within the city. Attempts to track them had been proven useless at best and actively misleading at worst. No cops had ever apprehended them at the scene, even though they usually stayed to watch over the thugs they'd beaten up to ensure they didn't "get away." Audio recordings of their voice did exist and were on file, but they were always quite far away, and there was no guarantee that their suit didn't contain some kind of voice changer, or that they weren't simply affecting their voice naturally.

In short, the police had a perfect criminal profile for Spider-Man, but they didn't have a single lead on their actual identity.

And Miles was supposed to assist them, somehow.

Chief Prosecutor Skye hadn't said those words exactly, but Miles knew from working under her for some time that when she wanted him to "keep an eye on" a case, it really meant babysitting the paper file and staying in contact with Detective Gumshoe. He liked Gumshoe fine, when he wasn't misplacing evidence, or overlooking evidence, or giving evidence to the defense. Unfortunately, Gumshoe was essentially always doing one of those three things, which made it very hard to work with him for long period of time. At least the detective had the good sense to know when Miles was right — that was, of course, always.

Miles had since closed the Spider-Man file and dropped it into a desk drawer. He didn't want to look at it too closely, lest his heart rate rise to dangerous levels. At the moment, he was waiting for a meeting with his mentor. It was nearly thirty minutes before he was due to arrive, but he had a habit of coming early on occasion in order to make sure that his wards were perfect always , not just when he was nearby. So Miles had spent the last hour cleaning his office until it was spotless, and all the time since then sitting with perfect posture at his desk.

As he predicted, Manfred von Karma knocked on his door exactly twelve minutes before their scheduled meeting time.

"Come in," Miles said, although he really didn't need to. Manfred had the keys to his office, and even if he didn't, Miles would never be so arrogant as to lock his office when expecting a visit from his great mentor.

"Miles Edgeworth," he greeted, standing in front of Miles' desk to force Miles to look up at him. If he were anyone else, Miles would stand so they were eye-to-eye, but he would never dare do something so disrespectful to his mentor.

"I presume Lana Skye has given you the case regarding the so-called vigilante that terrorizes this city," Manfred sneered. "I do not agree with her decision to give such a trivial case to you. You will not expend any energy on such a useless task. You will focus only on your current case, as I do. My single-minded focus is what makes me so perfect. You would do well to emulate it."

"Yes, sir," Miles nodded, voice small.

"This vigilante is pathetic, like all criminals. He is nothing but a violent thug, seeking out fights in order to feel like he is worth any more than the dirt which he likely eats instead of food." Manfred's words were directed at Spider-Man, without question, but staring at him with his face twisted into an expression of deep, well-practiced disgust, Miles couldn't help but feel like he was the one being insulted.

If anyone else were saying this, Miles would correct their language, explain that despite their name, there was no way of truly knowing if Spider-Man was male, but Manfred would hear none of it anyway, so Miles didn't bother. It would hardly be worth the pain it would cause.

"Your current case is your only priority. It must be perfect, because all von Karmas are perfect. I will accept nothing less, Miles Edgeworth."

"Yes, sir."

And with that, Manfred strode out of Miles' office, shutting the door behind him.

The tension bled out of Miles' body like someone cut his spinal cord. He slumped into his chair, suddenly exhausted to the point of tears, though he had no idea where this inexplicable fatigue had come from. The Spider-Man file burned a hole in his psyche, but he did not look at it again.

He would be a fool to disobey direct orders from Manfred von Karma.

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#the kings decrees #ace attorney #phoenix wright trilogy #miles edgeworth #mia fey #larry butz #ace attorney fanfiction #thats right baby its a SPIDERMAN AU #basically a rewrite of the original pw trilogy but if phoenix was a spider themed superhero instead of a defense attorney #itll be narumitsu eventually because i adhere to canon. but none yet bc they dont meet this chapter </3 #phoenix wright

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candicoated · 10 months

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Might as well ask anyways, since I feel like people have different interpretations of their own timelines. Feel free to discuss it in the notes and reblog as well.

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aforgottenthing · 10 months

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do you ever think about the fact that the entire phoenix wright: ace attorney trilogy happens because gregory edgeworth dies.

#I just… that one event… is the reason for everyone else #gregory dying is the reason miles moves away and eventually becomes the demon prosecutor which is the reason why Phoenix starts taking law #classes and Gregory dying is the reason why the fey family’s name gets sullied and is the reason why misty hides away which is the reason #why mia starts looking into the dl-6 case which is the reason she becomes a lawyer which is now she meets Phoenix which is when he sees how #much faith she puts in her clients and how it saved him which is why he fully switches to law and becomes a lawyer. and the whole reason mia #met Phoenix is bc he met dahlia Hawthorne and the entire reason he met dahlia is bc he just happened to be at the courthouse at that #one specific day bc he was doing personal research into the law bc he kept seeing miles edgeworth demon prosecutor and he wanted to save #him. and the entire reason dahlia was there was bc she was cleaning up lose ends from the fawles case which only happened bc her father left #her mother and took her and Iris away. and he left their mother bc she was Morgan fey and her power and influence was gone bc 1. she was #simply the lesser sister and 2. her family name was ruined and power was the only reason he was with her. and so her left and took his #daughters and remarried and dahlia convinced him to leave Iris behind and then. and then. and then.#just. GOD it’s so insane. the Phoenix Wright trilogy is SO well written EVERYTHING is connected #anyway. sometimes I think about the fact that the entire series happens bc gregory edgeworth is killed. and I go insnae.#also I love a good Gregory lives au as much as the next person. and like. would miles have ended up so much more well adjusted?#probably yeah! but literally NONE of these characters would be the same if he lived. god. it’s crazy.#ace attorney #ace attorney trilogy #Phoenix Wright #miles edgeworth #Mia fey #Maya fey #gregory edgeworth #phoenix wright ace attorney #manfred von karma #franziska von karma #dahlia hawthorne

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azuramarigold · 9 months

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A Phoenix Rises from the Ashes

After a tragic accident over a hundred years ago he had learned one thing - He can't die. Now, he adopted a new name - Phoenix - as a phoenix rises from the ashes. However, was it meant for this to happen in order to meet the people that came across his long life?

Day 2 of the AU-gust Writing Challenge 2023! - Immortals! Character: Phoenix Wright Thought of Phoenix as the first thing because of his name and the legends of the mythical bird.

AO3 DAY 1

The first time he had “died” it was the most excruciating pain he had ever experienced in his life.

The young man had been working with the other factory workers when suddenly there were told to evacuate. Everyone was in a state of panic, trampling one another, throwing each other to the ground to make sure they were ahead.

But none of them were going to escape.

Whatever project they were working on had overloaded, causing the entire factory to explode. Glass and shards of metal shot through his body like bullets. When he placed his hands on his stomach, a piece of pipe had greeted him as it had impaled him from behind.

There was no escape except to accept the embrace of death – so that was what he did.

Except… he didn’t die.

He awoke God knows how much later, the area around him decimated. A hand to his head in confusion, he simply got and began walking, not noticing the trails of ash dropping behind him.

Not much had changed for him in the next hundred or so years – he had decided to go with a new name: Phoenix.

After all, when a phoenix dies, they rise from the ashes, right?

Phoenix had done many things over the century. He had learned medicine and had become a doctor in different fields in different countries. The clinics he was in were quite successful for the most part.

Until random warlords came in and blew his brains out.

But, he rose again and left – the people had to believe that he was dead. How would they react to someone like him?

Phoenix at one point had become an engineer. He was part of a team that helped develop nuclear technology. It was an interesting experience to see how that technology came together.

That was until he saw it firsthand when he took a small getaway to Hiroshima, Japan and was literally blown away by the thing he helped with.

Had to scrap that life too.

Phoenix had been many things – a teacher, a construction worker, a pianist, an architect, and many odd things in-between. It wasn’t until he decided to settle in the Los Angeles area around the year 2012 that he wanted to do something different – art.

He wanted to be part of something meaningful for once. It was a good thing that he happened to look quite young despite being over a hundred years old. What Ivy University didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Good thing at one point in his life he was good at making documents as he was able to forge himself a very convincing birth certificate for admit into the college. He also had forge himself a vaccination record, documentation about parents and bank statements to get himself cosigners for an apartment; luckily that was paid off quickly as he had many stashed bank accounts over the years that had accumulated funds with great interest.

It was a lot of work – but getting himself into the art program at Ivy University before the first day of the new semester was a synch. No one suspected a thing and every one looked at Phoenix like he was a dumb, naïve twenty-one-year-old boy who didn’t know his head from his ass.

And that was perfect.

However, it didn’t help that Phoenix had also decided at the time after watching a court case on the television that being a type of lawyer would be interesting too – sometimes he was overzealous with his interests. After all, he was never a lawyer before either. He honestly didn’t want to wait until he was “killed” again to start that career path, so he took law as a minor.

As he was in the basement one morning of the courthouse, looking at old court files for a law assignment he was working on, a young woman rushed down the stairs. Her blood-red hair was so deep it looked as though it came from her veins themselves. Her large, youthful brown eyes were darting around wildly, her hands gripping a white laced parasol.

Then their eyes met.

For the past hundred years there was something that Phoenix could say that he had never done – he had never been with anyone. He had thought it would be too dangerous and too suspicious as he didn’t age and of course when he “died” he had to immediately skip town.

But there was something desperate in this young woman’s eyes…

And that was where the trouble had begun.

A glass heart-shaped necklace was given to him – thrusted upon him actually – as she stated that she liked him. How could that be? They had never met before!

Despite being someone over a hundred years old, what Phoenix did in that moment was the stupidest thing he had ever done.

He trusted that woman – Dahlia Hawthorne – completely.

Phoenix and her dated for eight months. There were no incidents as far as he knew. She was actually quite sweet and kind, often cooking him nice foods that he thought were cute. Occasionally he surprised her with a romantic dinner that he had cooked himself as at one point in his many years he was a chef.

By the fourth month of him dating her he had gained a new experience in his life – she was the first person he had ever made love with.

Then out of the blue a young man she had previously dated began to warn Phoenix that she was dangerous and had stolen top chemicals from the pharmacology department. In Phoenix’s experience when he was a doctor, medicine had come a long way – so the chemicals that this Doug Swallow guy listed were very unfamiliar to him.

There was an argument, and of course, being the passionate person that he was, Phoenix aggressively pushed Doug to the ground and stormed off. However, he felt guilty about potentially hurting the young man, so he had turned around to go assist him.

Only to see Dahlia crouched over the corpse of Doug.

“Oh, Feenie… this isn’t what it looks like…” she had said sweetly, but her tone seemed forced. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Phoenix could add to his long list of life being on trial of accused murder though.

He doesn’t know why, even to this day, why he tried to cover her for as long as he did. Even his lawyer at the time, Mia Fey, was beginning to grow frustrated and annoyed. It was then Phoenix made mistake number two.

He consumed the necklace that Dahlia had given him the day they met… right after it was revealed to be potentially laced with deadly poison that had put an attorney in a coma eight months prior.

Either luckily or unluckily the poison didn’t kill him. Well, it did, but it didn’t. Phoenix had gone through his normal cycle in the bathroom of the courthouse where he ate the necklace behind locked doors.

The burning sensation that he always went through was never bearable, no matter how many times it happened.

When his body “dies” all his cells began to combust simultaneously into flames, leaving nothing but ashes behind him. It was starting life anew – a phoenix rising from the ashes. To be honest, he lost count how many times he had gone through this process. But it did confirm one thing to him.

Dahlia had never cared for him – she had tried to kill the lawyer eight months prior.

And the bottle of cold medicine that she had stolen from Phoenix as he was a little under the weather… she had laced it with the same poison in an attempt to kill him.

Although a dark tough did cross his mind at that point: How shocked would Dahlia would have been to see Phoenix consume the poison and “live”?

It didn’t matter in the end as Dahlia Hawthorne was arrested for the attempted murder of Diego Armando from eight months prior, the attempted murder of Phoenix Wright, the murder of Doug Swallow, and stealing highly toxic chemicals. The young woman was put in cuffs and dragged off, screaming curses to anyone who would listen.

The lawyer that had defended him, Mia Fey, offered to mentor him with his legal path from there on out. There was something about her that he knew he could trust – an energy that she emitted. So, he took her offer fully.

For three years he studied like a “normal” person and became a lawyer – he honestly could’ve done it much faster, but it would’ve been suspicious. Phoenix ended up with his own shiny Attorney’s Badge and began to work as a Junior Partner with Mia at her own firm of “Fey and Co.”.

It was a nice change of pace – no extreme dangers. Phoenix even debuted as a lawyer defended a friend he had made from one of his “odd” jobs from the pass from murder. It went like a breeze and he was able to find the true culprit in no time.

Then a couple of nights later when Mia had invited Phoenix out for some drinks, he re-learned his lesson on why he never got close to anyone.

Phoenix arrived to the office to see that his boss, his mentor, his beloved friend was slumped underneath the window. Blood was dripping from a wound on her head, already beginning to clot as she had been sitting there for a an hour.

Mia Fey had been murdered.

A small girl was sitting by Mia’s side, bawling her eyes out, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The girl begged at whatever god she could pray to for her sister’s life back.

Sister…?

Mia had never mentioned a sister to him before…

The girl – who he learned was Maya Fey – was then promptly arrested for the murder of Mia Fey. It was ridiculous and made no sense at that logic – Phoenix had tried to point that out multiple times. The detective in question, however, was hearing none of it as he stated the proof was because Mia left evidence of her writing the name of her killer behind.

Maya’s.

Phoenix had instantly felt connected to the young girl – he couldn’t put his finger on it. She was an odd one as she was a Spirit Medium in training. Maya was constantly wearing her acolyte robes, purple and white, and had her raven black hair in a top knot with decorative purple beads in the front holding two strands of her hair.

Seeing her behind that glass in the Detention Center – she looked so small and helpless. It was no place for her to be.

Despite Maya trying to reject his offer of being her attorney – Phoenix insisted on it. He was going to defend her. After all – Mia would’ve wanted it, right?

Odds were stacked against the two of them – a dark past unraveling that Phoenix had only heard whispers through the grapevine over the years. A dark corporation that specialized in blackmail had ruined Mia and Maya’s mother’s reputation as a Spirit Medium due to an old murder case from fifteen years prior. So, Mia was doing digging of her own to get all the evidence against the man – Redd White – to get the names of politicians, people in the high legal system, cops, and so on to finally put him away.

Mia was killed for it – but with Phoenix and Maya’s teamwork they were able to force Redd White to admit his guilt.

The two had become inseparable since that trial as Phoenix felt an extreme protectiveness over Maya. They had done a few trials together and when it came to the trial of the rival prosecutor they had faced since Mia’s murder, it was the first time Maya realized there may be something different about him.

“Hey, Nick…” Maya had asked when they two where at Gourd Lake doing their investigation for Miles Edgeworth’s trial.

“Hmm?” Phoenix had replied with a hum absently. He never really responded to a nickname for his name, but with Maya he had made an exception.

“Why aren’t you wearing a coat…?”

“Wha…?”

It was true that at that moment Phoenix wasn’t wearing a coat, just his traditional blue suit he liked to wear for court. Maya on the other hand was bundled in a winter coat with a small purple hat and gloves.

“Oh… I’m not cold…” he half-lied.

At one point in his long life, he had frozen to death. Ever since he had risen from those ashes, he no longer could feel cold or get frost bitten. He had no idea why that happened – he noticed when he was shot a few times after getting killed by bullets that they hurt like a son of bitch, but they didn’t kill him again. It was the same with stabbing. Or a broken neck.

“Nick…”

The trial against Miles Edgeworth ended up being acquitted – although there were a few tough calls.

One, the prosecutor for the trial was Manfred von Karma – who was Miles’ mentor. The man was evil and devious and had cornered both Phoenix and Maya in the evidence room at the police precinct. The devilish prosecutor had a high voltage taser that should have highly illegal to use and tried to strike Maya with it.

Phoenix would never let that happen – so he was struck with it instead. His body was jolted with thousands of volts of electricity until he felt that familiar burning sensation. He crumpled to the ground and von Karma had run away with the evidence he needed to have stayed hidden. Maya collapsed to the ground next to Phoenix with tears in her eyes as she tried to call desperately for help.

“No, I can’t have someone else I care about die on me again…!” Maya had sobbed. “Please don’t…!” Her hands had brushed against his hand, and she yelped when the skin flaked away in ash.

A gasp had escaped from Phoenix as though it was the first time he had ever breathed oxygen, his hand clenching to his chest.

“I guess I can scratch that off the list…” he’d murmured.

Maya had looked at him with wide eyes. “What… the HELL was that, Nick!?” she demanded.

Phoenix at the time jumped away from her, his back hitting a file cabinet. “Ah… hold on, Maya… I can explain… sort of…” he insisted meekly.

“What’s with these ashes!?” she’d nearly shrieked, her hands gesturing to the ashes that were dusting the floor and files.

“Uh… we need to clean that up…”

“This is not helping, Phoenix Wright!”

“Okay, okay!” Phoenix had then taken a deep breath. “I… sort of can’t die…?” he’d said it like a question.

Maya had given him a perplexed look. “What do you mean…?”

“It means I have been alive for over a hundred years and have never aged,” he pointed out. “I have been shot, stabbed, nuclear bombed, ate poison, died of hypothermia, starved to death, died of dehydration, and now have been electrocuted and I’m still kicking.”

Maya then blinked. “So… all my ‘Old Man’ jokes are legit…?” she had asked innocently with a coy smile.

Phoenix had gawked at her. “You just saw me die and come back and that is the first thing you think of!?” he demanded almost angrily.

Maya had merely shrugged. “Nick… I’m a damn Spirit Medium, this is probably, like, in the top five weirdest experiences I’ve ever had,” she nonchalantly said to him.

Phoenix’s secret was out – he didn’t have to keep lying to Maya about himself anymore. And it was a great weight that was lifted from his shoulders.

Once the trial had ended – Miles Edgeworth had kept eyeing Phoenix oddly. It was as though he was finally recognizing him from somewhere.

“I do want to thank you for all your work here today, Phoenix,” Miles told him, reaching his hand out for a handshake.

“Oh, yeah, the pleasure is all mine, Miles,” Phoenix sheepishly smiled. “What are friends for?”

Miles raised a gray brow. “So, you recognize me too, then?” he finally asked.

“Uh… recognize…?” Phoenix echoed curiously. “I’m sorry… I’m afraid I don’t…”

Miles gave a small shake of his head. “The factory over a hundred years ago…” he calmly recalled.

Phoenix went rigid. In all his years, he had never spoken to anyone about that.

“The one who tried to warn everybody when one of the machines overloaded…?” Miles prodded. “That was me… I was too late…” He crossed his arms in a nervous matter, his right crossing to his left and gripping tightly. “So many of the workers… they were throwing each other to the ground and hurting each other to get to safety…”

“How… how do…”

“But you didn’t do that…” Miles continued, ignoring him. “In fact, you saved me…”

Maya was invested. “So… you have the same thing as Nick, Mr. Edgeworth?” she asked softly.

Miles looked down at her. “Yes…” he replied. “I too have died many a times over the years… the burning sensation and the ashes…” He then touched his hair. “It’s happened so often that my hair has turned permanently gray.”

Phoenix raised his hands. “Whoa… wait… back up a minute here…” he insisted. “How did I save you?”

Miles gave a small smirk. “Oh… I guess I should elaborate…” he chuckled lightly. “I was the son of the owner of that factory. The workers were mining and refining some sort of fossilized meteorite from thousands of years ago…

“There was radiation, which back then many people didn’t have experience with. When one of the machines cracked a meteorite… the radiation leaked out and affect the machines and caused them to overload.” Miles took a deep breath, remembering the details. “I was close to one of the sites and noticed the machines going haywire… so, I went to try to warn the other workers.

“My father was not pleased… he wanted you all to keep working, to keep digging. I refused to let it continue. The radiation kept leaking and I warned you all to the best of my ability… my father was angry and tried to throw me against a machine – but you… you Phoenix…” Miles trailed off.

Phoenix rubbed his head, trying to recall that night. Ever since that first death, he barely had any recollection of what had happened. However, the more that Miles talked, the more the man began to feel familiar. Instead of wearing the burgundy suit that Phoenix was familiar with, he recalled Miles wearing a wine-colored waistcoat with a cotton white undershirt and a black newspaper boy-styled cap on what was once his dark brown hair.

Phoenix remembered at that instant. He remembered the machine was being overloaded with energy. Miles’ father was enraged from the young man trying to warn the workers and had tried to throw him against the machine. Phoenix, who was running one of the machines, had stopped dead in his tracks from trying to evacuate and stopped the man from doing so. It was futile as the machine still exploded.

The glass shards going through his body… the metal… the steel pipe…

“Are you implying that the radiation…?” Phoenix finally whispered.

“Gave us some sort of immortality?” Miles finished. “Yes… the meteorite was obviously not from our solar system…”

“Why us…?”

Miles shrugged. “That… I am not sure…” he honestly said. “But whatever the reason… I’m glad to have seen my friend again…”

Phoenix then felt a small hand clasp into his. He looked down to see Maya smile up at him.

“And I’m glad I got to meet you too, Nick…” she told him honestly. “I think Mia may have known something different about you… we Fey’s have this uncanny ability about this stuff.”

Phoenix blinked at her. Even though he potentially can live forever – he didn’t want to leave Maya behind at all. During his years he had never put much thought into trying to cure his immortality – but after meeting Maya and a few other people recently he rather stick around and age with them.

“You know what… I’m glad too…”

Notes:

- There will be a PART 2 of this eventually lmao... - Also, LIGHT GHOST TRICK REFERENCE WHHHHHATTTTT? MEEEEEE? If you haven't played the game yet, I'm not spoiling anything - GO PLAY IT! - Not gonna lie these AU Writings are cutting into "The Found Turnabout" and "Born to Run", even though I tried to write a few of these ahead of time. Whoops.

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annonymouslyannoying · 1 year

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Au redesign for something I was doing with a friend of mine a while back. We decided to make Mia Fey a biker girl ignorant of societal standards since she's only been living out of Kurain for a few years.

And she doesn't die either! Hooray!

She's still got that motherly older sister energy that makes her the Mia we all know however.

#ace attorney fanart #ace attorney #ace attorney au #ace attorney trilogy #mia fey #mia fey fan art #mia fey redesign #AnnonymouslyAceAttorney

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galarfiend · 1 year

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A lawyer can’t stop smiling until it’s over! :-D

But there’s no need to worry! It’ll be over soon!

#im so mad that i cant find a way for this au to work without killing him #but also bro its gonna be so great when he gets channeled #leon #ace attorney trilogy au #mia fey #colored text

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littlesmartart · 7 months

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DRAWTOBER #10 - Another Chance at Coffee by ditzydesu

One simple phone call brings Diego Armando back from the dead, hurtling into Mia's life and opening up feelings that she thought were long gone. Mia Lives AU, Trials and Tribulations.

I LOVE Mia Lives AUs - she's really at the heart of a lot of what happens in the first trilogy, with the Feys and Phoenix and Diego/Godot, so having her still around makes such a lovely ripple effect through the main cast! and this AU is a really sweet slice-of-life style look at how things might change with her around, and how she builds a family around herself and just... gets to live 😭 it's great getting to read the possibilities of a Diego who never becomes Godot, and Mia who gets to actually grow into adulthood - and Maya and Phoenix, who don't have to grow up quite so fast. what I've drawn here isn't actually a specific scene, I just wanted to try and capture the fun found-family vibe of the fic!

#miego #mia fey #diego armando #maya fey #pearl fey #pheonix wright #ace attorney #drawtober 2023 #drawtober

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lyrainworld · 25 days

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Based of OG Ace Attorney cover, here's Leorio Paradinight crossover!

It was part of the HxH Game crossover event I 've decided to take part in.

If you want to learn more about this au, please click read more

About this au, some things are changed some stayed the same but just so you know, characters are kind of based on:

^Phoenix Wright - Leorio, aspiring defense lawyer, he wants to protect those whom people are averting their eyes from. He more or less willingly gets mentored by the stupidly smart brat Killlua who seems to know any law term and norm. They banter a lot but actually become decent friends.

^Maya Fey - Gon, a spiritualist of a world-renowed family Freecss with traditions. The rumors say they can contact the true spirit and connect with the netherworld. Has been saved by Leorio and Killua both, joins hands with them afterwards

^Edgewotrth - Kurapika, got mentored by the Zoldycks on how to become top prosecutor. He's utmost driven to not let any true criminal go unpunished. Gathers renown until the day he'll be able to catch Phantom Troupe and bring justice to the fallen, has a companionship with Killua bordering on sibiling bond

^Mia Fey and Franziska mix up - Killua, he has a pivotal role in leading Leorio's carier and actually becomes his mentor after triyng to cut off his ties to his inheritance as the Zoldyck heir, a true tycoon of the prosecution world. During trials if he decides to participate he takes on a role of a consultant.

As you can see, though Leorio is the titular attorney, Killua is the glue connecting everyone in here. But that just leaves all the more unresolved conflict because he hides the truth of his heritage. He found Leorio by chance and he got impressed by him after a second third take with the attitude he has, how it's not about money but bringing the truth to the table, pretty much opposite of the Zoldycks. I'm not good at writing but I'll try to say few things about their cases? It's more or less basing of "The Trilogy"but with the spin of HxH characters being themselves, it sure would reflect in the plot,

-A case about mysterious animal being spotted, the legendary Chimera Ant! Gon is a huge deal on this case because his spiritualist power call back to the wilderness and all the instinct one gets from it.A lot of logic/belief topic going on here and killugon spotlight

-A case of murder on the "Hunter X" movie plan, it's related to Gon because he was there to meet the main hero, Kite, his godfather. He gets roped into the investigation and is considered suspect for some time before

-Another case in which Gon is the main suspect. Since he's from family of spiritualists, vibing with the nature and otherworld. So when there's a case against him Killua is determined to find his innocence. Even if it means going against Kurapika. That's also the case that showcased Leorio and Kurapika's banter and whatnot so major old marriage leopika vibe

-There's a huge final case in which member of the PT's is murdered and who would have guessed, Kurapika is found bloodied on the crime scene. This is a very turnaround case because the one responsible for prosecuting it, is no one else but Killua after he disappeared (made a tactical retreat) from Leorio's side. Perhaps family pressure? Illumi blackmailing him? Being ashamed of 'tricking' Gon and Leorio and leaving Kurapika to deal with everything alone? All of the above, because now he stands against everyone he grew to be fond of. Eventually, the true killer gets found giving a chance to mend strained bonds, by joining hands in catching the real culprit all along that was hiding among the witnesses. The fake group member [wink] -Ps, Netero's just playing along for the trial's sake even if he's got the truth like way earlier, he's not naive, but likes seeing 'entertaining trial' as long as it's goes the right way eventually

-Leopika & killugon featured, all aged up, imagine lots and lots of banter and sexual tension in the court

That's it, thank you for reading my thoughts <3

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midnightchaos04 · 9 months

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ok ok ok so recently i've been playing through the ace attorney games (i haven't started three yet but i remember most of the plot bc of the anime) and for some reason i wanted to take a shot at what an "accurate" no DL-6 AU would look like! I just think it's interesting to see what might've actually happened if DL-6 never happened bc DL-6 is kinda the major butterfly effect in the AA world. Idk if i wanna make this an actual AU or just a ramble on how the series would be completely different without DL-6 lmao. We'll see! Maybe you guys decide :D anyway MAJOR AA TRILOGY SPOILERS AHEAD

I'll start with the characters. Gregory Edgeworth would still be alive, Miles would become a defense attorney & work with his father at his law firm. Phoenix would most likely pursue his artist career. Narumitsu/Wrightworth tbh would still happen bc they need to be canon PLEASE CAPCOM. Just that there would be no rivalry.

Anyway the Dahlia case would've been so different but also kinda the same without DL-6. It was because of DL-6 that Misty Fey left Kurain Village and Mia also left to become a defense attorney. Without Mia, it would've most likely only been Diego Armando taking on the first Dahlia case with Terry Fawles. Fawles would probably still commit suicide, and I believe Diego still would've investigated Dahlia further & gotten poisoned by her, but without Mia becoming a defense attorney & being killed by Redd White in 1-2, Diego would've never had a reason to become Godot so he probably would've stayed as a defense attorney. Furthermore, without Mia it most likely would've been Miles taking Phoenix as a client in 3-1 bc childhood friends never losing touch bc no DL-6 (you get the point lmfao).

Like, I think about maybe half the cases in the original trilogy would've NEVER happened if DL-6 never happened bc we would've never met Mia or Maya or Pearl, Yanni Yogi wouldn't need to take out his revenge, Von Karma wouldn't have been arrested, Franziska would've never wanted revenge so she most likely would've never come to Japanifornia, I think the only person that would never change is fucking LARRY and that's honestly the craziest part LMAO.

agh i'm getting kinda tired bc it's late so i'll probably finish this ramble tomorrow. there's so much I wanna talk about but my mind is going at like 1000 mph so I need to get my thoughts together lmfao

TLDR: DL-6 is the butterfly effect for the entire ace attorney world & many of the characters we know and love wouldn't even exist/be introduced if it weren't for it.

EDIT: removed the censor for suicide bc apparently tumblr is weird and idk how it works (please be nice ab me making mistakes next time I didn’t appreciate you guys basically yelling at me)

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shylittlefr0g · 4 months

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Hello friends.

I have an idea. (From an AU)

I been playing Ace Attorney from a while (I complete the first game and my friend gift me the trilogy, so im playing the other two games) and I still having a hyperfijation with SxF (atleast from now). So, lets combine them.

If you don't play Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney, you should play it, I recomend it. (and watch out, because i gonna give a few spoilers about the games and they history).

Let's begin.

Let's explain the characters and WHY I choose them.

Anya Forger (as Phoenix Wright):

- Ex-art student on collage, with a terrible ex-boyfriend.

- She became a lawyer after being saved by Sylvia (the Mia Fey of this universe) and having a crush on the-one-shouldn't-be-mentioned (Damian)

- Terrible lawyer, with a horrible luck, and mostly being save because of someone else or when her two neurons make contact the evidence.

- George (Larry) is her best friend, and in her first trial, she must save his ass.

- She actually doesn't look like a lawyer, because she is poor (?), so she has to use an old suit from his father (the green one) with some arrangement to be from her size made them by her mom (disastrous, but it works)

Damian Desmond (as Miles Edgeworth):

- Traumatized.

- He still having a crush on Anya, but he prefer be punched on the ribs that say "I love you" to her.

- After they first real encounter (the second case) Damian send his butler (Ewen) and his personal tailor to make her a good suit (because he wants that his rival to look presentable on court... Because he hates her!)

- Emile (Gumshoe) is his right-hand man, he trust blindly on him (and that's why when Emile misses something, he cuts his salary)

- Wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, but now he only has traumas.

Becky Blackbell (as Franziska Von Karma)

- SHE HAS A WHIP.

- SHE IS A GIRLBOSS.

- She isn't part of the family Desmond (she conserves her lastname) because she is Damian's cousin who wants to revenge the figure of Donovan Desmond.

- The option B is that Franziska is Demetrius, but i like Becky more because she has a whip and can whip Anya on the middle of the court. Pretty fun character.

- She isn't the bestie of Anya on this universe, but they got respect for eachother (Becky considers that she is a very capable woman and fights to achieve her goals, just like her.)

George Glooman (as Larry Butz)

- Idiot.

- He only could be a cheated, accused of murder, and get away with it, all in at least 24 hours.

- He isn't a big friend with Damian since they were kids and they argued about who is gonna takes Anya's hand to marriage. (spoiler: nobody remembers it clearly, they just hate each other because they are idiots.)

- Like Larry, he ended up being an artist.

Sylvia Sherwood:

- Mia Fey for this universe.

- really intelegent.

- Helped Anya on the past and became her tutor/friend when she decided be a lawyer.

- Still watching Anya since Ken (The Maya of this universe) and her became partners.

- She and Ken are family (aunt/nephew), when she has to keep info, she invites him to eat something. After the first trial, Anya and they were going out to eat, but something happen.

Ken Sherwood (as Maya Fey)

- Took Sylvia lastname.

- symptom of "being at the wrong time and place"

- He was arrested more times that you could imagined.

- Esper still on training. (Always in his hippie-clothes so gets bullied by that)

- Only can use his powers when the situation is crítical. (Only in contact with Mia because she is from his bloodline)

Melinda and Donovan Desmond:

- Melinda (32) was a really good defense lawyer who makes everything to get a Not Guilty sentence. Loved by everyone.

- Her husband, by the other hand, wasn't loved by everyone, mostly because of his tactics has a prosecutor where... Well, you know, cuestionables.

- They had two sons. Demetrius and Damian.

- Melinda was killed by someone non-identified on a elevator. Right infront Damian.

- Since then, Donovan raised his youngest son to be a bastard at court (just like him).

...Play Ace Attorney, pirated Nintendo is morally correct.

#spy x family #anya forger #damian desmond #damianya #becky blackbell #emile elman #ewen egeburg #loid forger #alternative universe #henry henderson #yuri briar #ace attorney #not really #sorry #fanfic #spy x family anya #spy x family fanfiction #spy x family au #franky franklin

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candicoated · 1 year

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Niche idea but hear me out.

Ace Attorney Clue AU, until next time. I would just need to figure out which characters would fit each person tbh.

Why must I come up with such niche idea no one cares about?

Anyways go check out Clue if you like a good murder mystery.

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theggning · 2 years

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Continuing to bang the Miego pots and pans together loudly in the hallway, I’ve seen a lot of people griping about how little screentime the two of them have post-coma.

Which is true. Mia and Godot only speak face to face onscreen twice:

- At the end of 3-2, Maya!Mia states the defense has the right to cross-examine Atmey’s final statement.

(Godot is visibly stunned to see her, and then, seemingly uncharacteristically, agrees with her.)

- Near the end of 3-5 (after her epic beyond the grave verbal smackdown), Pearl!Mia asks him if he’s really okay continuing the trial, and he says yes.

The Miego nonbelievers cite this as evidence that they barely know each other, or Mia hates him (???) or some other stretch. However, there are actually extremely logical basic storytelling reasons why they don’t get to interact more, why Mia doesn’t outright talk to him onscreen, etc etc.

T&T is structured in a way that keeps Godot’s real identity part of the mystery. Via dramatic irony, the player will find out who he is long before Phoenix & company do, which adds to the tension of 3-5 in particular.

In service of this mystery (but explained, in-game, as Maya feeling uncomfortable about Kurain things after JFA), Mia’s channeled screentime is pretty limited in T&T. She only shows up in the above moments, and also for the waitress uniform joke in 3-3 (this is balanced out by the fact you actually play as her via flashback in 3-1 and 3-4.) Because for understandable reasons, it would sort of spoil the mystery if Phoenix asked a channeled Mia “hey Chief, what the fuck is this guy’s problem”

(Genuinely though, especially on a replay, notice how Godot is stunned to silence upon seeing her in the courtroom in 3-2. And imagine how Mia feels, called back from the dead to rescue Phoenix again, only to find the guy at the prosecution bench is her boyfriend, awake, on his feet, looking completely different, and competing in the Drama Queen Olympics where he’s winning the gold medal in Not Coping Well.)

Though she does not stop the story cold in 3-2 to explain at length what this guy’s problem is. Because Phoenix is in the middle of a trial, about to lose, and his client’s life is on the line. It would be an EXTREMELY inappropriate time for her to interrupt with irrelevant exposition about the prosecutor. The last thing Mia Fey would ever do is co-op Phoenix’s trial, and Ron DeLite’s potential freedom because she needs a moment to put a leash on her nutty boyfriend.

And even if she did, can you seriously picture Godot continuing with his bullshit after an actual talk with Mia? The man’s entire damage is desperation for purpose and closure after having his life triple-ruined. Getting to have an actual conversation with the woman he’s mourning in the most over-the-top fashion possible would completely change the course of events for the rest of the game. (You’re welcome for the “if only” AU fic ideas.)

Mia and Godot’s relationship isn’t the only thing in this series, and especially in T&T that are told via inference and not shown onscreen. But in this case especially, it’s for really obvious structural and storytelling reasons, not because it doesn’t EXIST. The AA trilogy is legendary for the original devs’ lack of time and space to fit the story they needed to tell, so they depend a lot on inferences and hints and the player picking up on the mystery to tell the whole tale.

(And boy, ask me about the foreshadowing and inferences in 3-1 sometime!)

#ace attorney #t&t spoilers #ace attorney spoilers #mia fey #godot #miego #ace attorney meta #tl;dr: they can't talk onscreen because mia would ask him wtf he was doing in 2 seconds and then the plot is over #i would give anything to witness when they do talk though #in angsty sad fluffy fic form even #diego armando

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azuramarigold · 9 months

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Let's Write A Story Together

Maya Fey is a famous author that has gotten herself into some trouble - someone is leaving letters at her home and gifts at her events claiming to be a secret admirer. Obviously creeped out and paranoid she turns to her lawyer sister who refers her to her junior associate, Phoenix Wright, to help Maya with the case.

Day 3 of the AU-gust Writing Challenge - "Writer"

** TRIGGER WARNING: There is stalking involved! **

Day 3 of the AU-gust Writing Challenge - this one being "Writer"! I chose Maya to be the main character as the "writer" as I've read many fanfics of her being a fanfiction writer herself for "Steel Samurai" lol

AO3 DAY 1 DAY 2

Day 3: Writer

No one told her that her life of being a famous author was going to be this extreme.

Maya Fey was a Young Adult fiction writer – famous for writing romance novels based on spirit mediums in a reclusive village and young samurais that acted almost like princes to said mediums. It was something of a fantasy that she thought she would have since she was a little girl since she grew up in a small town and wished to be whisked away by a knight in shining armor.

It started with small writing competitions that she did in middle school and high school. She won some awards. Her sister encouraged her to continue her writing and creativity. Maya ended up going to community college and got a small degree in creative writing and literature.

After a few years of short stories being published that were not too successful, she decided on a novel instead. It was an overnight sensation to the point where people demanded sequels – so that was she did. She wrote a few sequels and they ended up being turned into a small television series that did a cross-over with the “Steel Samurai” TV series.

It was amazing to be recognized for once for her talents in her writing. Maya felt on top of the world.

That was until she kept getting many gifts and letters from a “Secret Admirer”. It really freaked her out as it was going directly to her loft and didn’t have her address written on it. Maya found that she was looking over her shoulder constantly, eyeing every event to see if there was anyone out of the ordinary.

After three months of constant paranoia, she finally had to ask her elder sister – Mia Fey – for legal advice as she was a lawyer.

“A stalker situation?” Mia mused when the two were in her office at “Fey and Co. Law Offices”. “I’m afraid I personally can’t take your case due to conflict of interest…”

“Aw… really?” Maya whined.

“My junior partner can help you though,” Mia informed with a smile. “He’s still a little new but I think he can help you out.”

“New?” Maya questioned skeptically. “Hasn’t the guy been working for you for a few years now?”

“He had to take some time off the last couple of years,” Mia mentioned with a grimace. “He’s getting back into the swing of things.”

Maya gave a groan, “So, you couldn’t give me a referral to Grossberg or even Diego…?”

Mia rolled her eyes. “You met Phoenix one time, cut him some slack,” she lightly laughed. “He’s a good guy.”

“He said he didn’t like samurai stuff…” Maya pouted as she crossed her arms.

“Do you want a discounted, low-profile case or not?” Mia sternly asked her little sister, suddenly cutting off her playfulness.

Maya jolted. She would much rather have this stalker case on the down low. “Okay… fine… when is he in?” she finally sighed in defeat.

“Oh, I’m free right now actually,” a low voice said from behind her chair.

Maya yelped as she spun around to see Phoenix Wright standing behind her. He was much taller than her, about a foot and a half, and broad shouldered. As always he wore his traditional blue suit with black dress shoes and a red tie. However, since the last time she had seen him - which she’ll admit has been a few years - he had added a pale blue almost gray waistcoat underneath and his suit wasn’t buttoned up all the way. In the left breast pocket of the jacket, he had a golden chain that was sticking out that was peculiar.

“Nice to meet you again, Ms. Fey,” Phoenix greeted with a small smile. He still had his jet-black spiked hair, but this time he had a stubborn piece that was sticking down his forehead. It took all of Maya’s willpower to not try to slick it back as it was annoying her. In the last few years his jawline squared up a bit more with age and maturity, however, his dark blue eyes still sparkled with the same immature wonder that he had when they had first met.

“Uh… likewise, Mr. Wright…” Maya replied meekly. She felt herself slump down her chair, resisting the urge to pull her light purple rain jacket over her head to hide in embarrassment.

Mia gave her younger sister a sly look. “Well… I must go investigate a crime scene,” she announced. “Phoenix, you have the key to lock up when you’re done if you finish the consultation early – don’t work too hard you too!” She then gathered her white leather purse and gave a wink and clacked away out of the office with her white heels.

Phoenix gave a sigh, “Alright, we can head over to my desk over here…” He then led Maya to a smaller desk in the office that was an oak brown. It was still nice, but not nearly as extravagant as Mia’s. He had a small laptop that was open, and a few legal pads spread about; there were more doodles of random characters than there were legal notes, however. There were a couple of picture frames on his desk, but they were facing him so Maya couldn’t see who they were of. “So, a stalker, huh?” Phoenix then asked casually.

“Uh… yeah…” Maya admitted wearily.

“I usually do murder cases,” Phoenix wistfully said, twirling a pen between his fingers. “But might as well nip it in the bud before it turns into one, right?”

Maya grimaced. “If that was your attempt of a joke… that was in poor taste…” she told him with a deep frown.

Phoenix made a face. “Uh… sorry… that was my bad…” he sheepishly whispered as he rubbed the back of his head with a free hand. He then went over to his laptop. “So… about five books in your series, huh?” he commented with a low whistle. “That’s impressive… I think the last time we had talked you had only two…?”

“And now I’ve also written three mini novellas,” Maya smirked confidentially.

“My daughter likes the TV show, and she loved the crossover with the ‘Steel Samurai’,” he said offhandedly. Phoenix then realized what he said and then immediately tried to backpedal, “Oh, what I mean was-”

Maya gasped, “I didn’t know you had a daughter!”

“She’s… adopted…” he explained slowly. “I adopted her a couple of years ago after a trial went south…”

Was that what Mia meant that he took a couple of years off…?

“What’s her name?” Maya asked lightly.

Phoenix glanced over from his laptop. “I’m sorry?”

“Your daughter… what’s her name?”

“Trucy…”

“Oh, that’s a lovely name!” Maya complimented with a smile. “How old is she?”

“She… just turned ten last month.”

Maya gave an awkward chuckle, “Oh, good thing you said she was adopted because you look way too young to be a dad to a ten-year-old!”

Phoenix gave her a side look with a small smirk. “Yeah… I’ve been told that…” he mentioned. He did a few clicks on his laptop, which Maya had to suppress a giggle as he was comically slow at it as he used one finger at a time to type. “Okay… when did you start noticing the stalking?”

Maya put her hand to her cheek. “I don’t know… maybe five months ago…?” she guessed. There was slow typing. “It was a couple of letters at first… I noticed my address wasn’t written on them and they were all the same handwriting…”

“No return address either?” Phoenix pressed lightly.

Maya nodded. She then continued, “Then there were flowers at random book signing events. I thought they were from the venues until I noticed it was the same handwriting…” She then started to rub the upper part of her arms as though she were getting a chill.

“Have there been any incidents at your book signing events or book tours?” Phoenix then asked curiously. “Or at any of your tours involving the TV show?”

“I… don’t think there was anything odd…?” Maya confessed, her putting her head in her hands. “It’s just… really creeping me out. I know a lot of die-hard fans go to most of my events… I recognize some people’s faces… but could one of them really be a creepy stalker?”

Phoenix gave a small shrug. “You’re famous and we are in Los Angeles… sadly, even someone of your stature could end up being crazy,” he pointed out.

“I’m not crazy!” Maya shouted angrily.

Phoenix raised his hands in defense from his laptop. “I didn’t say you were!” he insisted, his mouth twisted in a frown and his eyes furrowed angrily. “I just said someone of your stature – as in petite and cute!” Again, he realized what he said as a blush crept on his cheeks. He shook his head violently. “Anyway, first things first – we don’t have any useful information here to file a petition of a restraining order.”

“A… restraining order…?” Maya echoed.

“That is correct,” Phoenix said. “It is the first line of defense against a stalker. Unfortunately, depending on the stalker, they end up breaking it. However, because they do it is immediate jail time.”

Maya raised a brow. “What… if it becomes violent…?” she asked in a small voice.

Phoenix shook his head. “Oh, I won’t let it come to that…” he assured.

“And how so…?”

“Because I have a little girl that happens to know a few… tricks and we are going to find out who your stalker is right away and rest assured, they’ll never bother you again, Ms. Fey!”

“Maya.”

“Hmm?”

“You can call me ‘Maya’, Mr. Wright.”

A chuckle escaped the attorney. “Then, you can call me ‘Phoenix’.”

She tapped her chin. “Nah, I think I would rather call you ‘Nick’,” she told him, noticing his eyes widen slightly.

“Uh… okay…”

Maya didn’t hesitate to sign on the dotted line of the contract that Phoenix had drafted up for her.

Maya didn’t get anything from the stalker for two weeks – which she thought was strange.

Phoenix had stopped by her loft the couple weeks after the consultation per Maya’s request since she was out of town, his ten-year-old daughter in tow with a box of magic props in both of their hands. The girl was dressed in a magician’s uniform complete with a black unitard, pink cape with a teal diamond clasp, white gloves, white boots, and her brunette hair tied back and under a pink top hat. Her ocean blue eyes were large and round, filled with wonder and excitement.

“Oh, hello,” Maya had greeted the young girl. “You must be Trucy, right?”

“I’m Trucy Wright, yes!” the small girl beamed, trying not to chuckle at her own joke.

Phoenix gave a laugh. “She loves that her last name is a pun now…” he explained to Maya, him rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a smile. He was not wearing his blue suit that she was used to seeing him wear. Instead, he wore a light blue, short-sleeved button up with jeans and white sneakers.

“Are you going to be my new Mommy?” Trucy asked suddenly. “You’re very pretty like Daddy says you are!”

Maya was taken aback by the sudden question, feeling her eyes go wide. “Wha…?”

Phoenix slapped a hand over his daughter’s mouth. “HA HA HA!” he forced a laugh. “Aren’t little kids adorable!?” he stressed with a forced smile. With a low hiss Maya could hear Phoenix say to Trucy, “Trucy Artemis Wright… how many times did I say on the way over here not to mention that!?”

“At least twelve, Daddy!” Trucy happily squealed loudly.

Phoenix took off the girl’s hat and patted her head. “Okay… now go rig what you have to rig, my little Magical Girl!” he told her with a wink.

“Okay, Daddy!” Trucy went off like a whirlwind.

“Uh…” Maya then said nervously.

Phoenix gave a small jump. “Oh, I’m sorry about Trucy!” he apologized. “She just… get’s excited when meeting a new person!” he explained gently. “Especially if they are a woman…”

“How many times did she try to ask my sister to be her ‘Mommy’?” Maya asked slyly. Mia was a drop-dead gorgeous woman with assets in all the right departments to boot with intelligence and a great job– of course Trucy would get attached and want someone like that in her life.

Phoenix gave her a confused look. “Huh? Oh, none…” he told her honestly, him giving a light chuckle as he scratched behind his head again.

Maya gave a surprised look. “Wait… what…?”

“She was ‘Aunt Mia’ right on the spot,” Phoenix shrugged.

Trucy finally came back by the front door and was putting her final touches. She had apparently rigged a pully system from the front door that would alert Maya if someone was there. In turn a mechanism would activate and cause blue dye to explode from a balloon that was rigged behind the mail slot on her door. A camera would take a picture that was rigged in the corner of the doorway.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier… to get a doorbell camera…?” Maya offered, a slight frown tugging her lips. “I could’ve done that from the get-go.”

Phoenix and Trucy looked at each other.

“Then that wouldn’t be as fun!” Trucy shouted with a pout. She then took off her hat and pulled out a rubber chicken to put next to the door. “For good luck!” she stated as her father rolled his eyes, not understanding how a rubber chicken would be for good luck.

“Anyone can be caught on a camera,” Phoenix pointed out as he crossed his arms. “But the blue dye will really catch the culprit! Can’t miss someone with a bunch of blue!”

Is that why he wears a blue suit for court…? He’s a good-looking guy but sometimes he’s a little out there in the head…

“I have a regular mail carrier, you know!” Maya snapped at him, finally getting angry. “And what about guests that drop by?”

Phoenix grimaced. “Shit… I forgot about that…”

“‘Plan B’, Daddy?” Trucy offered sadly.

“Yeah…”

A piece of mail went through the mail slot, causing Trucy’s contraption to go off. The loud scream of the mail carrier pierced their ears as Maya opened the door. A large man was in front of the door, a large splotch of blue die on his face and on his mail carrier uniform.

“Ohmygosh, Mr. Carrison!” Maya gasped in shock. “I’m so sorry…!”

All the mail carrier did was hand the rest of her mail personally, one of them a personal letter and told her a young man from downstairs handed it to him to give to her, turned his heel, and left. Maya stood in her doorway dumbfounded as the letter was in her hand.

“I’ll… deduct the cleaning bill you’re going to pay for from your legal fees…?” Phoenix meekly offered.

Maya only looked at the letter in her hand – again it was her name and no address. It was the same handwriting from her stalker.

Maya sat in a bookstore at a table with a stack of books next to her – it was the last one in her series she had written, and the store asked her to do a signing.

It was a smaller store – and she loved going to the smaller places to help them boost their business. When it was a little slower, she was typing on her laptop, working on the next book in her series, sipping on green tea with a bit of honey.

“Can you sign a book for me, Ms. Maya?” a familiar small voice asked.

Maya looked up from her laptop to see a familiar pink top hat. Trucy was bobbing up and down, clutching in her hands the first book in Maya’s series. Phoenix was standing behind Trucy, him glancing slightly away.

“Oh, of course Trucy!” Maya said excitedly to the young girl. “Is this the first time you’re reading one of them?”

“Yes, it is!” Trucy squealed giddily. “I really like the TV show! But Daddy says that the books are always better then the movie or show!”

Maya glanced over to him. “Did he now?” she asked with a small smile. “Well… your daddy is ‘Wright’.” She gave Trucy a small wink, which caused the young girl to giggle and Phoenix to roll his eyes, but Maya saw the smirk on his face.

“Thank you, Ms. Maya!” Trucy said happily as she took her newly signed book and trotted away.

Maya closed her laptop and pushed it aside. “So, how did you know I was going to be here?” she asked Phoenix when she noticed he didn’t immediately follow her. She gave a devious smirk, “Am I sure you’re not my stalker and trying to just make a quick buck off of me by being my lawyer?”

Phoenix gave her an exasperated look. “Oh, ha ha…” he sarcastically laughed. “As much as that would amuse you, Trucy learned about this event from her school.”

Maya raised a brow, knowing that there was more.

“And Mia mentioned it too.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

When Maya was about to say something smart back at him, there was a small commotion of someone stumbling through the aisleways. Someone was knocking into the bookshelves, some books falling to the ground and being kicked away. In the person’s arms was an array of different balloons and an arrangement of flowers.

“Got a special delivery for a Ms. Maya Fey,” the person announced, a male voice. He began setting stuff on the table and he immediately gawked at Phoenix. “Yo, Nick! How have ya been!?”

“LARRY!?” Phoenix shouted in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here!?” he then demanded.

Larry gestured at the items as though it were obvious. “Uh… delivering?”

The delivery man, Larry, was tall and lanky, his light brown hair sticking off to his right side messily, and his goatee was kept neatly trimmed. He was wearing a navy-blue jacket with a logo on it that depicted him from a delivery service along with wearing a pair of jeans and sneakers.

“Oh, hi again…” Maya greeted with a small wave, she looked slightly nervous and offput.

Phoenix shot her a look. “You’ve… met him before…?”

Maya gave a shrug. “He’s always the one that delivers this stuff at my events…” she informed him as she looked for the sender’s card.

“Well, I’m off!” Larry announced with a grin. “More deliveries!” He promptly left.

Maya grimaced as she saw the card with the handwriting. “Really!?” she gasped in shock. “Again!? Why…!?”

Phoenix then took the card from her and for once really examined the handwriting. His eyes immediately furrowed in anger. “Oh… that son of a bitch!” he growled.

Maya jumped at Phoenix’s tone. “Um… hey… what’s the matter…?” she then asked him gently.

“I know this handwriting…!” Phoenix told her, his voice tight. “Can you watch Trucy for me for a… an hour or two?”

Maya glanced over at Trucy, who was sitting at a table a few feet away happily reading.

“Yeah… I can watch her…”

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.”

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Phoenix was pounding on Larry Butz’s door – his fist repeatedly colliding against the wood.

He had run back to his apartment and dressed in his blue suit and grabbed his briefcase. As he heard Larry grumble that he was on his way to the door, Phoenix adjusted his tie with his now sore hand. It was taking everything he had not to bulldoze his way through into the apartment.

The door opened and Larry appeared, no longer in the delivery “uniform” but in his light orange jacket and white t-shirt combo.

“Oh, hey, Nick!” Larry greeted him with his dopey smile. “What’s up, man?” Phoenix then proceeded to pull out a letter from his briefcase and handed it to Larry. “Uh… what is this, Bro?”

“A restraining order,” Phoenix lowly said. “Follow it very well.”

“A… restraining order!?” Larry squawked in shock as he began to read it. “From Maya Fey!?” He looked up at Phoenix. “Aww… dude… why? She’s so cute!”

Phoenix glared at him with a clenched jaw. “Stalking,” he simply said.

“S-Stalking!?” Larry sputtered. “I-I have never done that!”

Phoenix gave a wolf-like smile. “Oh… really?” he simply asked. He then proceeded to pull out the few letters of many that Maya had received over the last six months. “Then what are these?”

“Anyone can send letters, Nick,” Larry huffed, crossing his arms.

“With the same handwriting as you!?” Phoenix demanded angrily. “No address to her whatsoever!? Flowers and gifts at every event she has!? And you happen to be the delivery driver!?” He then pulled out another record that he pulled up at his work laptop at home and printed before coming to the apartment. “Let’s see… you started your delivery job… oh wow… six months ago…! But you were fired after tapping into addresses for personal gain.”

Larry’s brown eyes widened. “Hey, man!” he shouted as he threw open his door wider. “Everyone at that job did that, not just me!”

Phoenix scoffed, “Yet, you’re the only idiot that was caught?”

“Dude!”

“Don’t ‘Dude’ me!” Phoenix screamed, throwing his papers at Larry. “You were stalking her! For what!?”

Larry scratched his cheek. “Well… she’s pretty cute… I’ve said ‘hi’ to her, but she really didn’t want to talk to me… so I expressed my feelings through letters…” he explained in a small voice, putting his two forefingers together.

Phoenix wanted nothing more than to punch Larry in the face.

“Why are you caught up with her anyways, Nick!?” Larry then demanded. “You seemed pretty cozy with her!”

“I’m her lawyer!” Phoenix explained, his face flushing red.

“Oh, people’s lawyers just go to their events with their daughters and buy their stuff!?” Larry threw in his face. “And go to their lofts to hang out off the clock? I think I recall you mentioning you thought she was a nice little thing a few years ago when you first met her!”

Phoenix had enough and punched Larry in the jaw. “You’re talking about my boss’s little sister!” he shouted, feeling his heart pounding in his ears. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“Dude… what the fuck…!” Larry groaned in pain, rubbing his face.

“Follow… that restraining order!” Phoenix growled through clenched teeth. “Or you’re going to jail, Butz.”

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“That description sounds a lot like my Daddy!”

Trucy was reading over Maya’s shoulder of what she was typing on her laptop. Maya’s face immediately turned crimson as she slammed her laptop shut.

“What…!?” the raven-hair author stammered. “N-No, it isn’t!”

Trucy crossed her arms and looked slightly to the right. “Ms. Maya, that was a terrible lie…” the young girl pointed out. “You clutch at the hem of your shirt when you lie… you know that right?”

Maya just stared at the young girl with wide, dark blue eyes. “Uh…”

“My little girl is perceptive,” Phoenix’s voice interrupted as he joined her at her small table.

“Oh, you’re back!” Maya said happily, a smile on her face. She then noticed that Phoenix was cradling his hand. “What did you do…?”

“That asshole stalker isn’t going to bother you anymore…” Phoenix muttered. “Just like I said…”

Maya gaped at him. “What… did you do…?” she repeated, this time her voice stern, trying to sound like her sister.

“I punched Larry in his damn face,” Phoenix nonchalantly said.

Maya put her face in her hands. “Nick… why…?” she whispered.

“I gave him the restraining order first…” he pointed out.

“Then you should’ve left it at that!” she insisted, her voice going high.

“Not when he was going on about trying to validate why he was doing it!”

Maya then slapped Phoenix’s now swollen hand. The attorney hissed in pain and tears sprung into his eyes. “That’s what you get!” she scolded him angrily. “You big dummy!”

“OW!” Phoenix whined, him bringing his hand to his chest.

Tears were Maya’s eyes too. “But… at the same time…” she then whispered softly, just barely loud enough for Phoenix to hear. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me…” She then took a deep breath and decided to just go for it. She leaned forward across the table and pressed her lips against his. “Thank you…” she softly said.

“Is that a tip for my great service or…?” Phoenix murmured against her lips with a smirk.

“That’s later…”

Trucy then sprung up between them from the side of the table. “As much as I want a new mommy, Daddy, this is gross as I am ten,” she told him, her hands on her hips.

“TRUCY!” Phoenix yelped as he jolted backwards, his chair tipping as he collapsed onto the ground.

Ten months later and a new book in Maya’s series was released – it being the conclusion.

Either consciously or subconsciously she had written this plot based on her recent events. It was about a spirit medium who had gone and met a man from a samurai village – who wasn’t a samurai that studied fighting physically but studied law instead. The young maiden got herself into trouble with another samurai who tried to entice her with nice gifts and sweet written words, but she refused the advances as the other samurai was an unknown entity.

The samurai who studied law offered his services to the young spirit medium, along with his young daughter who studied magic, to find the culprit who was causing the maiden such distress. Come to find out, it was the friend of the law samurai – and the betrayal caused a duel to the death where the stalking samurai was slain as the law samurai was passionate for the maiden and wanted her protected. After the duel, the law samurai asked the spirit medium’s hand in marriage, and it was accepted.

“You know, they’re calling this your weakest work,” Phoenix commented after reading a review from an online blog.

Maya, who was sitting on one of the red couches at Fey and Co. Law Offices with Trucy, braiding the young girl’s hair, only gave a shrug.

“They just have to read in-between the lines,” she huffed with a smile. “And… done!” She informed Trucy that her hair was done, and the small girl jumped off the couch excitedly.

“Thank you, Maya!” Trucy said happily as she ran off to the reception area of the office.

Phoenix gave a smile as he saw his daughter run off. He looked back at his laptop. “They don’t know if they want to include this one in the next season of the show…” he remarked to Maya. “I think it’s the best one!” He gave her a large smile.

Maya rolled her eyes. “That’s because the main male is based off of you, you dummy,” she laughed at him as she poked his cheek when she approached his desk.

“Needs more law though…” Phoenix commented with a sigh. “I can help in that department…”

Maya gave a small glance down to him. “Well maybe in the mini novella…” she pointed out. “We can add a court scene to it…”

“Oh…!” Phoenix beamed happily. “That would be fun!”

“And… there might be a surprise in there too.” She then grabbed his hand that was on his desk and placed it gently on her stomach.

“And… what…?” he asked in confusion. “Are you hungry…?”

She gave him a hard glare. “No…” Then she gave it a second thought. “Well… yeah, I am… but that’s not what I’m trying to say!”

Phoenix raised a brow. “Okay… maybe spell it out for me…?” he told her. “I need some incriminating evidence on what you’re trying to tell me here, hon…”

Maya dropped his hand from her stomach and stalked over to her purse and began to search. When she found what she was looking for she threw it as hard as she could to Phoenix with a loud “TAKE THAT!”

A white stick smacked him across the face and landed on his lap. As he picked it up and looked at it Trucy came back into the main part of the office with Mia in tow, her excitedly talking about a magic show performance she was going to do.

“Wait… your pregnant!?” Phoenix shouted at Maya in shock, finally clicking together what she had been alluding to.

A loud squeal erupted from the young girl in excitement as she literally tossed Mia’s hand away from her own. “A new main character, yay!” Trucy cheered as she ran up to Maya and threw her arms around her gently, her cheek affectionately on Maya’s still flat stomach.

“Yes, Nick…!” Maya happily informed as Phoenix had gotten up from his desk and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, burying Trucy between them.

“Daddy…!” Trucy complained. “I can’t breathe…!”

Mia gave a small smirk as she went to her desk, happily eyeing the small, but growing family. “Can’t wait to pre-order that book,” she laughed blissfully.

Notes:

- Will I ever expand upon this? Perhaps... I enjoyed this concept. - Why did I choose Larry as the "antagonist"? Because... Larry. Think about it, in the FIRST GAME WITH THE FIRST CASE he went to Cindy Stone's apartment and was trying to bug her when it was obvious she was no longer interested in him. He is superficial when it comes to dating. In "Trials and Tribulations" he had even mentioned the reason why he wasn't in "Justice for All" was because he FOLLOWED A GIRL TO JAPAN and he was dumped. In the games he's not "creepy stalker level", but he had potential to get there, he was just "dumbass energy". - In this fic I would say Phoenix is about 28-29 while Maya is about 21-22.

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