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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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A Well Deserved Victory

tag- @chobitsbunny

pairings- Miles Edgeworth x Fem! Reader

a/n- writing is so hard 😭 im running out of vocab

NSFW WARNING:

contains- blowjob in the car, brief gagging

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The car is parked by the courthouse. Miles has been silent, staring straight ahead, and your heart flutters as you think of seeing him in court again. All those years of being with him, and the thrill still hasn't gone away. Its rare, actually get to attend and watch the trial in person, usually only hearing how it went afterwards because you worked during the same hours.

"Ready to go in?"

Nodding eagerly, you remove your seatbelt to hop out and open his door for him. A sort of inside joke between the two of you.

Edgeworth grins, pleased, then exits his car and walks to the courthouse's entrance. You trot alongside, then dash ahead and open the doors for him in a silly manner. You grin back at him,

"For you, m'lady. As always."

He chuckles and shakes his head before responding, "You always know how to make an entrance, don't you? And don't ever call me that."

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You and Miles walk into the courthouse together. He's still dressed in his suit and is carrying a large folder of papers. You notice a crowd of other lawyers gathering outside the courtroom before you and Edgeworth walk through the doors.

Everything seems to slow down once you reach the lobby. Now, you're just excited to see how Edgeworth will put together his case. As you take your seat on the bench, you glance over at him as he places his papers in the right order. You smile slightly when he notices you looking. "You're really looking forward to this, hm?"

"Mhm...It's been a while since i've watched you do your stuff."

The pair of you pass through the lobby's metal detectors and enter the main floor of the courtroom. You glance back at Edgeworth when you hear someone call his name.

Seems its time to part ways already.

You pout a bit as Edgeworth turns towards the courtroom, But then he looks at you and his face softens. He leans in for a quick kiss, running a hand through your hair.

"Don't worry. After this case, we can spend the whole day together." he promises.

"Good luck darling..."

He gives you another kiss and enters the courtroom, leaving you to sit in the gallery with the rest of the public.

You watch as Edgeworth stands before the judge and gives his opening statement. The Defense Attorney stands and gives hers, and then Edgeworth stands again for his cross-examination. He's ruthless as he asks question after question, until the Defense is left stammering and unable to give a satisfactory response. Your heart flutters with excitement as he tears apart the Defense's arguments with each question.

You and the rest of the gallery are glued to their seats. Edgeworth and the Defense Attorney continue to go back and forth, trading jabs. Edgeworth's rebuttals are sharp and incisive, cutting deep into the Defense Attorney's weak points.

You watch on as the Defense sits back down and Edgeworth gives his final remarks. The judge thinks for a minute, then speaks up,

"The jury has reached their verdict."

You and Edgeworth both sit in anticipation. Your heart beats rapidly. You hold your breath as the judge speaks up,

"The jury has ruled that the defendant is..."

There's a moment of silence as the judge takes his time.

"Guilty."

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After the case concludes, you stand up and make your way back towards the lobby to meet Edgeworth.

He concludes his work, returning wearing a pleased expression. You walk towards him and wrap your arms around him,

"Darling!" you exclaim, "Congratulations!"

Edgeworth smiles at you, clearly proud of himself. He looks at you, then glances in the direction of the parking lot,

"Thank you, love. Maybe we should celebrate that victory in the car," He leans in and whispers subtly, so only you could hear. You bite your lower lip and nod at him with understanding. "Okay...but only if you get me fast food, i'm hungry."

He considers your proposition for a beat, "Well then, I'll have my reward on the way there."

You both grin, then head towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, then climbs in on his side after.

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Briefly, you glance around the parking lot, checking for any signs of people as your boyfriend starts the car. Confirming there's no one to witness, you lean over the center console, unbuttoning his fancy dress pants and unzipping his fly. He lifts his hips, letting you pull his pants down to his thighs pulling his boxers out of the way, exposing his veiny, tumescent member, before putting the car in drive.

You sink down on him, your lips wrapping around his slick tip. Your tongue tracing his shape, his bitter pre cum clogging your senses. Taking one hand off the wheel, he grips your hair. Not pulling or pushing you down, just caressing your head affectionately. His voice breathy and quiet, "Just like that, good girl." You swallow down his shaft, bobbing your head in no particular rhythm.

He continues petting your head, softly groaning from time to time, enjoying the feeling of your mouth. You knew exactly how he liked it without needing his guidance. He liked to start out slow, just building his arousal. The way you took him all the way down, reaching his base before coming all the way back up to focus on the head again. When you come up for air, spitting and using it as lube to stroke him with your soft hands. And especially when you lay it flat against his stomach, tongue gliding on the underside of his cock from top to bottom. He loved how you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes.

You'd stimulate him in just the right ways. Lightly holding his sac as you take him inside again.

You speed up, holding your head at a certain angle so you didn't hit the steering wheel. At your increased speed he feels himself getting closer. Every bump of the road making you take him all the way to the back of your throat.

He starts to lose his calm facade when your tongue repeatedly flicks at his tip, pulling his skin down making him all the more sensitive. His eyes flutter shut for a split second, getting caught up in the moment.

"Shit-" he slams on the breaks, almost rear ending the car in front of you.

You gag at the suddenness of him hitting the back of your throat. With a low grunt, he releases his sticky ropes of cum into your mouth.

"Mnn' sorry. Red light..." he moans softly as you slide up, slipping him out of you. Swallowing and wiping the remains off of your lips. His hand comes out from your hair, shaking slightly from the rush.

"Maybe we shouldn't do that while i'm driving," he chuckles breathily,

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#miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #phoenix wright ace attorney #fanfiction #smut #fem reader

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cherrysweather · 7 months

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can i rq edgeworth who has liiike a huge crush on fem reader :3 but reader is like super oblivious to it and she keeps accidentally doing things to fluster him 😭😭

Hellu anoon! I hope you're doing fine and that you take care of yourself! This is so cute, so I hope I wrote it well enough for you to like it ;v; Have a good day and remember the water! <3 -----------------------------------------

Miles Edgeworth x an oblivious crush:

We all know that Miles becomes emotionally incapacitated when it comes to handling feelings different from discomfort, anger or simply his neutral state of mind;

So you can perfectly imagine how many times he stumbles over his words and blushes per se when he's with her;

To start a conversation he has to think about what to talk about, at least two possibilities of her responses, and how to continue it afterwards;

That's the exact motive why her behavior DOES NOT help him, at all;

He doesn't understand if she does it on purpose or if she's that unaware of his own behavior in her regard;

But, from many points of view, Miles doesn't dislike it completely, since it allows him to be somewhat more free without necessarily embarrassing himself, since she doesn't suspect anything;

He often buys her small gifts or takes her to eat after work, but even if he tries with all his strength (which he never can fully use), she always sees it as a "date" between friends;

She probably starts to doubt after Miles' continuous kind gestures, but it's also the last thing she wants to illude herself of, so that's the main reason why she believes anything Miles does for her is just form a friend to another;

So she just tries to reciprocate his affection;

When she finds some particular tea leaves, he's the first one that comes to her mind, so she buys them for him;

Whenever they're together, she likes to hold onto his arm or when they're in very crowded spaces, she holds his hand nonchalantly and just drags him;

She sends some photos of her days and always makes sure to wish him a good morning and a good night;

When she can, she comes to his office to keep him company if she knows that he has to work for many hours (and sometimes even falls asleep on his sofa);

U s e l e s s to say that Miles is even more confused and flustered with each of her actions;

Mostly when she proposes to help him choose the outfits of the day and, once together, she fixes every inch of his, from the shirt collar, that irregular fold on his jacket and her beloved hair;

Oh dear, she has to only skim his scalp to make his temperature rise suddenly, his hands trembling in his pockets when he feels his locks being gently pulled to be styled;

And, of course, the nonexistent distance between their faces (a thing that Miles tries to ignore by keeping his eyes closed);

And at this point, even a whole poster on which is written "I LOVE YOU" will leave her doubting.

"Miles look!" She tugged his sleeve and dragged him near the lakeside "There are little ducklings" She knelt immediately and tried to have a closer look at them "Maybe we should leave them alone; if the mother's around I don't know how she would take two strangers" He lowered himself and made sure she wouldn't fall into the water "I'm not doing anything, yet" She grinned and looked around to see if there was something to feed them "Don't- They probably aren't even developed yet to digest something that isn't water-like textured" He held her still when she tried to get up to take whatever she saw "But I wanted to hold one" She got up anyway and waved to the babies when they started to go away "We should adopt some ducks" She went behind him and hugged his neck, slightly putting her weight on his back "Some? I think one is more than enough, and I'm sorry to say but you'll be the one to keep it" He tried his total best to control the trembling of his voice and put his hands in the water to stop them too, from trembling and to at least try calming the hot wave that started from his face and went everywhere "But why! They're cute, maybe noisy and not exactly calm in the house, but they are soft" "Dogs are also soft, and are way more manageable than a duck" He stood up, attempting to get her to break away from him, but she remained hugged to his neck, on her toes "Just becaaause, you already had one and blah blah, we'll see who's truly right" She moved her arms from the neck to his chest, squeezing him to bother him and prove her point. The laugh that came from her mouth made Miles melt for a second, breathing to calm himself down and -HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW AND WHY- placing his trembling hands on hers, taking the courage to turn around and seeking to clarify whether something could actually exist, between those two.

#ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth #ace attorney headcanon #ace attorney headcanons #miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth headcanons

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manias-wordcount · 1 month

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Show 'Em How (Phoenix Wright x Reader x Miles Edgeworth)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When you were younger, you had a crush on two boys.

The type of crush that left people with heat stuck in their cheeks and eyes casted down at the ground. The type of crush that left people like you stammering and stuttering and trying too awfully hard to look cool yet cute in every moment they’re in view. But they grew up. So did you. Though those feelings you had for the now-grown men didn’t completely disappear. You’re not even sure if they lessened enough for you to no longer feel embarrassed about it all.

But for the longest time, you just didn’t get what you saw in both of them. After all, you thought that they couldn’t be any more different from each other aside from their shared strong will. So what made you like them still after all these years? What made you linger around like a ghost- hoping and hoping for the one who sees you. Despite knowing they would never see you as you’ve always seen them. Someone to love. Someone to adore. Someone to hold tight and want to protect for as long as they live. But that’s the thing.

“You’re getting so good at this, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You only thought you knew that.

“Mmm,” You make a quiet hum with the back of your throat as you look up at one of the men before you. “Mmm…”

You always thought of Miles Edgeworth as a gentleman- even when you both just attending grade school. You thought of him as refined and forever poised- even in the trickiest of situations. And now, you’d admit that some of that holds true. He’s still oh-so gentle as he cards his fingers through your hair and keeps the loose strands out of the way. He’s still oh-so kind as he looks at you with eyes that hold emotions so far away from disgust and malice that you could easily forget if you wanted to. If you tried. But most of all? He’s still oh-so-sweet in the way he calls on you- insisting on sweetheart even as you wrap your lips around his dick and suck him off while free hand focuses on his rival.

“I could have told you that,” A voice from your side grumbles. Some that have your heart thumping out of your chest and shivers running down your spine at the exact same time. It’s the same Phoenix Wright that you’ve always been smitten with. Though it’s admittedly more charming now that you’re able to hear him talking so casually. Without stress about investigations. Without drama from court cases. None of that stuff. Although… “And quit hogging! It was my turn to get sucked off ages ago!”

You suppose nothing can be quite drama-free with those two. But you suppose it’s your fault, isn’t it? It started with you getting a little bold one night. A little brave. Then suddenly, you’re writing love letters. Love confession with the hearts and the secrets and the obvious embarrassment dripping from every single word. But this running off of a courageous high (or rather, a steep amount of liquid courage), and suddenly yourself with new emails in your outgoing mail folder. And two emails in your ingoing mail folder- each agreeing to the time and the place that drunken you had asked to meet.

Truthfully, you don’t remember how exactly your confession went. Maybe you blocked it all from memory. Maybe you didn’t. But whatever happened must have been a good thing between all three of you.

Because why else would Phoenix be wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you off of his rival’s cock all so he could lead you and your puckered lips toward his?

“Pay attention to me too, okay?” He reminds you gently as he gives you a big smile. Instantly, you’re enamored again now that he’s the boy with your most direct attention (even though Miles’ huff is very clearly an attempt to get your eyes back off him). But Phoenix doesn’t pay him any mind- instead, he’s too busy pushing your head closer and closer to him as his free hand holds his fully erect cock out for your to slide into your throat. “I’m willing to share but you can’t forget about me, alright?”

You’re barely registering his words. Just giving him a simple nod before your back up and sitting on your knees and wrapping your lips around the pretty dick in front of you. It stands tall and proud in front of you with quite a few noticeable veins decorating it in its entirety. A small bead of precum has been spilling from the top. But you don’t waste another second on dumb thoughts and inaction. Instead, you’re flattening your tongue and taking the thing into your mouth easily. Completely. Happily.

The salty taste hits your goosebumps a second later, but Phoenix is quick to ease you into taking his entire length all at once. He coaches you into breathing the way he knows you should, and you focus on relaxing your mouth the same way you did for Miles so he slides right in with little resistance. But Phoenix is thicker than Miles. Not as long, but much much thicker. And so the instant you feel him start to fill up your mouth in a way that feels like too much at once, you cough. Just a little.

Even so, it’s still enough to get Miles to hurry out a call of “Be careful” to the other man, much to his displeasure. But it’s not your first. It’s far from it and everyone in the room knows that by now. So you’re quick to right things yourself. To adjust so that you mouth things about fitting Phoenix inside rather than Miles. And all too soon, you’re bobbing your head up and down and up and down and up and down. Letting it glide through your warm, wet throat as the man you’re sucking off balls his hands into tight fists and leans back into his chair.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Phoenix all but groans as he closes his eyes and tosses his head back. His voice is much lower than what you’re used to. Softer. Quieted. More controlled even. Not that you really mind it though. As much as you love your Phoenix- the one who’s bright and loud and only just a little dumb at times- you like the way you’re making him come undone like this. Making him count his every breath. Making him rise out of his chair and curse under his breath. Making him feel good. All because of you. All because of you. “Keep going- keep sucking like that. And- and do that thing with your tongue again. Okay, baby?”

Your heart melts at the nickname. Baby. You’re so soft for these two it’s ridiculous. But perhaps it’s more ridiculous how soft they are for you. How willing they are for you. Most men would hate sharing a lover. And yet, here comes Miles- reaching over and pulling back your hair again so you can continue focusing on running your tongue against every vein on Phoenix’s dick again and again and again.

And sometime later, you’ll start stroking Miles’ cock again, not wanting him to lose the pretty hard-on he brought out just for you. Pumping your fist up and down and up and down- in time with the way you bod your head on the other man’s cock. But pretty soon all of Miles’ sweet little compliments will draw your attention away. Pretty soon, you’re pulling your mouth off of Phoenix’s dick and wrapping your lips around Miles’ once more- pulling out all the moves you know he likes. Playing a little with his balls. Sucking a little extra hard on the head. And looking up at him through your eyelashes all pretty like when he started mumbling all kinds of selfish yet adoring words towards you.

And at some point, the other man in the room is going to feel content will sitting and watching anymore. At some point, he’s gonna want a hand or a mouth or that pretty little hole that’s been hiding between your legs all this time. At some point, he’s gonna want to make you do the squirming. Just like your other lover is gonna want to make you squeal and feel good. Feel oh-so ridiculously good. But he can wait. They both know how to wait at this point. And frankly, you do too.

Because you waited so many years to confess. You waited so many years to know if they liked you back. And you waited so many years before realizing that the answer had to be both or absolutely nothing at all. But they’ve made their decision. And you’ve made yours.

You know they know how to wait their turn. You know they know how to play nice. How to share. And you know they know how to do that with each other. Because you were there when they learned those things. And if they refuse to do it now?

Well, you’ll just have to show them how it’s done.

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randoimago · 10 months

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hi!! I saw you were into the ace attorney games again, and I'd like to request... Edgeworth and Phoenix (separate) with an absolute baker of an s/o.. I'm talking constantly makes them things. coffeecakes, teacakes, even drinks at certain points; and it gets to the point where their offices are just littered with sweets EVERYWHERE (bonus if gumshoe absolutely sneaks some away from their offices hehe) thank you if you write this! have a lovely evening! mwah mwah <3

With an S/O That Won't Stop Baking

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Character(s): Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Gumshoe absolutely sneaks baked goods out. If he can save money by stealing food from his boss then he will.

Edgeworth

At first, he found all the baked goods ridiculous. He's appreciative, but it's just so much and the last thing he needs is crumbs to get everywhere and mice to move in. Eventually he just gets used to it.

Honestly, he doesn't mind Gumshoe or even Phoenix showing up just to steal a cupcake or something. You make enough to feed a large family (which he hopes to have someday) so they can grab a donut or something. Might start making a small section of the office with baked goods for them to take.

If you ever made him a very fancy cake of foundant and other wild stuff that resembles the courtroom or a Steel Samurai scene then he'll be so hesitant to even touch it because it looks so good. (can you imagine making him a chess piece out of cake and he just doesn't realize until he touches the piece and gets icing all over his hand)

Edgeworth tries to watch his weight so he can stay active and do better with investigations. Your baked goods are causing him to put on a few pounds and develop some pudge. It makes him look softer and he absolutely gives you a stink eye if you mention it.

Phoenix

He thinks it's pretty funny how when his office isn't covered with Trucy's magic stuff and case files that there's baked goods covering the place instead.

Phoenix loves the muffins and pies and such you make him, but sometimes he hardly gets to eat it because his "kids" keep showing up and chowing down before asking him. I mean, between Athena and Maya, you might have to work double time for him to even get a taste of a bear claw.

It would be so cute if you made him little magatama-shaped cookies or cookies shaped like his attorney's badge when he gets his job back. Phoenix makes sure to feed you one because you baked them so you deserve to taste your amazing breakfast/desserts too.

Phoenix doesn't mind if he puts on a few pounds. He gets teased about getting a dad bod by Maya or Trucy, but he doesn't care. As long as he gets to eat your baking then he's happy.

#ace attorney x reader #edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #phoenix wright x reader #phoenix x reader

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frickingnerd · 1 month

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phoenix & miles defending you in court together

pairing: phoenix wright x gn!reader x miles edgeworth

tags: love triangle, angst with a happy ending, rivalry

miles was a prosecutor and not a defense attorney, but he was willing to work for the opposing side for once, when you were the one being accused of murder!

or rather, miles was still the prosecutor in your case, but was working together behind the scenes with phoenix, exchanging information!

both of them knew about the other one's crush on you and while they usually would've worked alone, they were willing to go against their usual tactics, if it meant helping you!

as much as they might've want to show off and be the one saving you in the end, that type of behaviour would only make defending you more difficult

just for this one case, phoenix and miles put aside their rivalry, to make sure you'd get out of this, no matter what!

as someone who knows the two of them well, it becomes clear quickly that they are working together, as no updated autopsy reports show up during this trial, nor does miles press phoenix too hard

it almost seems as if phoenix already knows the answer to every question miles asks him, as if they practiced this…

miles doesn't even seem upset when phoenix ends up winning the case! you could swear there's even a small smile on his lips, almost as if he's reliefed…

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sageteapost · 9 months

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Can i request headcannons for phoenix wright and miles edgeworth (separate) having a s/o thats acts like zhongli? (S/o has the same personality as zhongli )

| Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth With An S/O Who's Sophisticated HCs |

[ Phoenix Wright x GN! Reader, Miles Edgeworth x GN! Reader ]

Content/Tags: None. Genshin Impact related, but no direct references. (Established relationships. GN! Reader.)

[ (A/N): Hey anon! So sorry for the late response to this ask, my summer has been a bit chaotic and I also needed a break from writing. I didn't include any direct references to Genshin to keep things a bit general, but I made sure to keep that vibe from Zhongli. But I hope you still like these! ]

Phoenix Wright:

My my! Phoenix wouldn't be super used to it. He's often surrounded by people who are the complete opposite to your personality, like Maya or Larry for example!

But boy does he enjoy it. Your calm and steady nature keeps him grounded and he finds your knowledge on a plethora of things very interesting and admirable.

As for the money problem.. even he has his own issues sometimes, but it does somewhat baffle him to no end that you had to awareness to how much money you're spending.

Please don't milk his wallet. Poor man sometimes struggles to pay the bills at the agency.

"Oh wow, that's a cool artifact, love. It must have cost a bit for something like that--wait. You said, how much!?"

Miles Edgeworth:

Miles wouldn't be completely unsettled by your personality. I feel like since he was young growing up with Von Karma, he would find it rather familiar.

But unlike then, it feels different now. He doesn't feel as if you were just some tutor when he was younger. It feels...warm. And special.

Miles may not say it at first, but he does like when you share him stories or bits of history to him. Especially if they're new to him.

Would definitely accept your invites for tea, as long as he's not too busy on a case. Even then, he'll try his best to make some time in the day to do so.

Definitely the type to sigh when he finds out you spent a lubricious amount of money on an artifact or something similar. And probably scold you after. Even if he does have some money in that bank account.

"Hm. Interesting. I've never heard anything quite like that. And how long ago was this?"

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request approved #ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #phoenix wright x reader #miles edgeworth x gn reader #phoenix wright x gn reader

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defectivevillain · 4 months

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professional courtesy

pairing: Miles Edgeworth/Reader (can be platonic or romantic)

*reader is racially ambiguous, pronouns are unspecified, and physical descriptors aren't used*

summary:

Miles Edgeworth always has the most recent evidence and an updated autopsy report when he prosecutes a case. His secret? You: a talented LAPD detective with no honest concept of “time off work.”

word count: 3.5k | ao3 version

warnings: mentions of sleep deprivation, fatigue

This snippet is focused on Miles Edgeworth/Reader and the dynamic can be perceived as romantic or platonic. The reader is a detective employed at the LAPD. The reader is also racially ambiguous and gender is unspecified.

Since this fic is, well, fiction, some parts may be unrealistic. Keep that in mind before you read. (For example, this takes place in a rather unrealistic universe in which Miles Edgeworth isn’t in love with Phoenix Wright. lol.)

You’ve been working in the Criminal Affairs Department at the Los Angeles Police Department for a few years now. You started out as a wide-eyed rookie, but within a few weeks, you quickly learned that detective work isn’t the perfect, harmless job you thought it was. You still love your position, of course, but you’ve investigated rather gruesome cases in your time at the LAPD. Now, you find yourself accustomed to the scent of formaldehyde and the sight of blood splattered across skin.

Through your position at the LAPD as an investigator, you’ve met your fair share of interesting characters—namely, defense attorneys and prosecutors. Unfortunately, interaction with legal professionals comes hand-in-hand with your investigations. You can’t remember the last time you had the pleasure of performing an independent investigation. You’re almost always hindered by a prosecutor breathing down your neck or a defense attorney frantically pressing you for evidence you don’t have. The constant presence of overbearing lawyers is just something you’ve grown used to.

They aren’t all so bad, you think to yourself. Miles Edgeworth, Klavier Gavin, Simon Blackquill, and Nahyuta Sadmadhi are all rather unique individuals, but they care about justice and aren’t falling prey to the dark age of the law. You enjoy working with all of them, even when Klavier can’t shut up about his latest concert or Simon’s hawk constantly uses your head as a perch. Truthfully, Miles Edgeworth is the most tolerable of the group—but you’d never admit that aloud.

You’re in your office one night, reviewing some paperwork and thinking about the recent case you were assigned, when you hear a knock on the door. You give the person permission to enter and the door falls open, revealing Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth himself. He’s wearing his typical prosecutor garb—his burgundy-maroon suit and cravat. Glasses are perched on his nose and he pushes them up a little. “Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth,” you remark, blinking at him. “Good to see you.”

“And you.” The prosecutor responds, his arms crossed over his chest as his gaze flits about your office. You suddenly feel strangely self-conscious, despite the knowledge that your office is very sparsely decorated. There’s an award mounted on the wall from last year and a small photo of you and your friends on your desk, but that’s about the extent of your decorations.

“Are you here for the updated autopsy report?” You ask, deciding to cut to the chase. From what you know of the prosecutor, he doesn’t quite enjoy small talk. Indeed, Edgeworth looks relieved at the thought of being spared from casual conversation; he then nods at your question. You sigh and open your desk drawer, procuring the newest autopsy report. You hold it out to him and he takes it with a murmured thanks. The prosecutor’s eyes are locked on the paper as he takes in the new information. You watch him for a few seconds, before taking the opportunity to rub your eyes roughly. You’re rather tired, you have to admit. You should’ve gone home hours ago.

“Detective.” You flinch, opening your eyes to find Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth staring at you with a blank expression. You’re briefly hit with an intense wave of embarrassment at the thought of zoning out in front of the Chief Prosecutor himself. “The commissioner didn’t send you home,” the prosecutor remarks. You think his statement is meant to be a question, despite the fact that his tone doesn’t fluctuate from his typical flat affect.

“Well, he did,” you grimace, remembering his demands for you to return home immediately. He’d be furious with you right now. In fact, the commissioner pulled you aside a few weeks ago to inquire about your “workaholic tendencies.” You meant to take him seriously and even assured him that you’d start to leave work on time instead of staying late. But here you are—sitting in your office late at night with your findings from your after-hours investigation.

“Yet, you’re still here.” Edgeworth remarks with an intent gaze. Somehow, his frown only seems to deepen.

“Yes, well, I… felt like something was missing,” you decide to admit. The prosecutor is trustworthy. Besides, you’re sure he has much better things to do than report you to the commissioner. The notion then reminds you of Dick Gumshoe—particularly, a conversation you had with him the other day about his much-to-be-desired diet of instant noodles. You shake your head in a half-hearted attempt to clear your thoughts. “Here, look at these.” You pull papers from the file on your desk and extend them to him. Edgeworth’s gaze follows your gesture and his eyebrows furrow.

“The suspect’s fingerprints on the corpse,” Edgeworth remarks blankly. “Yes.” His eyebrows furrow. The prosecutor is evidently wondering why you’re pointing that out, considering the evidence is extremely self-explanatory. You take a deep breath.

“Look at the edge here,” you suggest, pointing to the very edge of the photo in question. It’s just barely visible and you watch as Edgeworth squints at the photograph for a long moment. For a second, it looks as if he’s not seeing it. You’re close to pointing the area out again when his eyes widen in realization.

“Powder,” Edgeworth realizes aloud. He crosses his arms over his chest and falls back into his unusually straight posture. His fingers tap against the crook of his arm rhythmically, in what you guess to be a restless gesture. “The prints were transplanted.”

“I believe so.” You nod.

The prosecutor frowns and looks askance. He seems to deliberate for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Can you do something for me?”

“Sure…?” You respond, thrown off by the ambiguity of the statement. The prosecutor explains the task he’d like you to perform and you begin to understand. Acting on his orders shouldn’t take too long, hopefully. However, you are in a time crunch—what with the trial being scheduled for tomorrow morning. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth leaves you with a murmured word of gratitude and a quick farewell. You stare at your closed office door for a moment, wondering if you dreamt up that interaction. The handwritten note sitting on your desk—created mere moments ago by Edgeworth—is proof that the prosecutor’s request was all too real. You don’t waste any time after that, immediately walking out of the police department and getting into your car. The Chief Prosecutor’s request isn’t too difficult—you simply need to revisit the crime scene and make sure everything is in order. Then you’ll return home, eat something, take a quick shower, and go to sleep. Everything will be fine. You won’t overwork yourself. You certainly won’t stay at the crime scene late into the night, until the point when you bear witness to the sun rising in the morning sky.

These promises fade into obscurity the moment you reach the crime scene. Your investigative mind turns on and all you can think about are fingerprints, footprints, and murder weapons. You meticulously review each piece of evidence for forensic data, in addition to reviewing the entire scene in your head several times. Your efforts are far from a waste of time, as you manage to tie up some loose ends and even determine that the murder weapon carries multiple sets of prints. Your knees are aching as you bend down towards the ground and survey anything of consequence. Time is entirely inconsequential. All you know is that the flashlight you had needed when you arrived is no longer useful, as hints of the sunrise begin to illuminate the area in a hazy dawn glow.

When your morning alarm goes off as you’re standing at the edge of the crime scene, you’re able to recognize that you may have gotten carried away. Just maybe. You sigh and trudge back to the car, before driving to the courthouse. When you arrive, you’re able to take a quick nap in the car and eat a protein bar you find in the console. Unfortunately, your nap is more than quick—it doesn’t last more than three minutes before you hear a knock on your window. It’s your least favorite defense attorney, Duff Endyu.

“Well, hello, Detective!” Duff remarks as you roll down your window, his cheery smile immediately ruining any of the rest you acquired from your brief rest. “Catching up on some Z’s, are we?” His grin seems to have a mocking edge.

“Yes,” you sigh, unwilling to entertain his attempts at provocation. “Are the doors open?” You look over to the courthouse entrance.

“I believe they are, sport,” he responds, patting a hand on the area where the unopened window rests and pacing towards the building. You take a deep breath and pinch the bride of your nose. It takes you a few moments to cross the parking lot and make it to the doors. Once you do, you find that the waiting room is blissfully empty. You sigh in relief and take a seat on the armchair, crossing a leg at the knee and pinching the bridge of your nose. You want nothing more than to fall asleep, but you know that would be rather unprofessional. Besides, you have a job to do.

You spend your time reviewing the information you gathered throughout your investigation, before preparing your statements and testimony as the detective on the case. You’re typically the first person called to the stand, so that you can explain the case to the judge and shed light on the evidence.

“Detective.” You flinch and look up, only to find Miles Edgeworth staring down at you. You resist the strange urge to get up from your seat and instead greet him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” you respond, pretending that you don’t need to blink the traces of exhaustion from your eyes.

“Did you have a chance to do what I asked?”

“Yes, I did,” You’re about to explain when the bailiff interrupts and asks you to go into the courtroom. You send an apologetic smile to the prosecutor, before slipping into the empty courtroom. The judge is the only person in the room, and he seems to be frowning at something on the surface of his bench. When he notices your entrance, he motions for you to come closer.

You’re familiar with this judge and have worked with him several times before. The thought reassures you, as you know you won’t have to sugarcoat your words or pretend to be someone you’re not on the stand. The two of you have formed a surface-level understanding of one another, which makes your job that much easier.

The judge asks you a few questions about your investigation and you answer them to the best of your ability. Eventually, he seems satisfied, because he nods and dismisses you. You never get the chance to speak with Edgeworth and brief him on your findings before the trial, but you know he’ll learn more once you take the stand.

The judge begins the trial with the standard procedure, questioning both the defense and the prosecution before Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth makes his case for the conviction of the defendant. Not for the first time, you find yourself impressed by how succinct and persuasive the man’s argument is. Endme, the attorney for the defendant, seems a bit intimidated. You think you would be too, if you were going up against the chief prosecutor himself.

The judge then calls you to the stand. You explain the crime and describe the crime scene in detail, before Endme, the defense attorney, cross examines you. His cross-examination isn’t super thorough, and you suspect it’s because your claims are all backed up with at least one piece—if not multiple pieces—of evidence. Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth seems to have quite the easy time with dismantling the defense’s argument. However, since you never got the chance to brief him before the trial, you’re forced to step in and correct an assumption when you hear it.

“Actually,” you break in, wincing at how everyone’s gazes lock onto you. You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth is right, but… an investigation earlier today revealed that the murder weapon actually contained the prints of the witness, in addition to the defendant.”

Edgeworth’s eyebrows steadily climb up his forehead. You want to feel guilty, but you know you didn’t leave him out of the loop on purpose. In fact, you were about to relay your findings to him when you were swiftly interrupted. Instead, you allow yourself a brief moment of pride. You caused that disbelieving expression on the chief prosecutor’s face. You found that evidence…!

The trial, understandably, is suitably affected by that revelation. You’re soon dismissed from the stand, as Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth calls the witness to the stand. You get the feeling he’s going to absolutely grill them—to see if they play a more active role in this case.

Truthfully, you want to leave the courthouse and go to sleep, but you know you should stay to see how the trial plays out. Thankfully, Edgeworth uses the forensic evidence you found to bolster his argument and, after only about an hour, the courtroom doors swing open and the chief prosecutor appears. His eyes narrow in on you immediately and there’s a frown on his face. You feel any good karma you may have accrued earlier completely dissipate.

“Detective,” Edgeworth says with a sigh. This can’t be good, you think to yourself. “I appreciate your efforts, and the fact that you did what I asked you to do.” He pauses. But…? “However, I do not recall telling you to avoid sleep entirely.” His eyes meet yours and you realize he must’ve noticed your fatigue earlier or the dark circles that currently reside under your own eyes.

“I know,” you acquiesce. The prosecutor nods knowingly, and you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself. “Still. I had a gut feeling there was something missing—and I was right.” Edgeworth sighs loudly. You raise your eyebrows at him knowingly, inviting him to argue with you. Fortunately for you, there’s not much of an outlet for him to argue—since your choice to continue investigating procured decisive evidence for the trial. The prosecutor evidently comes to that realization, because he crosses his arms over his chest and levels you with a furious gaze that spells you silent.

“Come on, Detective,” he remarks. “Unless you’d like the budget cut that Detective Gumshoe is so fond of.” You sigh deeply and follow after the prosecutor. This is the first time he’s threatened to reduce your salary. You certainly hope it will be the last—you’d rather not rewrite your budget for the coming month.

You follow after Edgeworth, who has yet to offer an explanation for why you’re supposed to follow him. The prosecutor paces out of the courtroom and walks through the lines of cars in the parking lot until he reaches a red sports car. Your eyebrows climb up your forehead as you see him unlock it.

“This is your car?” You hear yourself ask.

“You seem surprised,” Edgeworth notes with a tinge of amusement. He opens the door for you, allowing you to enter, before closing it behind you. The prosecutor then walks around the car and gets into the driver’s seat. Edgeworth looks at you expectantly, evidently waiting for elaboration.

“Sorry, you just didn’t seem the type,” you say. You quickly regret uttering the statement aloud after seeing the prosecutor raise an eyebrow; thankfully, he lets the comment slide. Instead, you get into the car and awkwardly stare down at your hands. You feel intensely out of place in this car, sitting next to the Chief Prosecutor himself. Edgeworth doesn’t seem to notice your internal panic, instead beginning to pull out of the courthouse parking lot and drive down the street. “Where are we going?” You eventually find the courage to ask.

“My office,” Edgeworth responds. You feel your heart stall in your chest. He isn’t going to fire you, is he? You’re not sure if he has that power… but you wouldn’t be surprised if he did possess that kind of administrative authority. Your fear must show on your face, because the prosecutor huffs in amusement before turning to look at you for a brief moment. “Lighten up, Detective.” Contrary to your expectations, you aren’t given any more explanation than that. Instead, you’re left to sit silently as Edgeworth

He’s taking you to his office. Oh no. You’re really going to get fired, aren’t you? Your heart races in your chest and you feel your hands twitching at your sides. Edgeworth leads the way to the Prosecutor’s Building, walking through the underground garage before reaching the door and opening it for you. You’ve been to the building before, but you’ve never been to the underground garage—which leaves you feeling a little turned around. You suspect there’s an elevator that will lead to Edgeworth’s office. However, the chief prosecutor walks past it and instead ascends the staircase next to it. You shrug and follow after him. One flight of stairs won’t be too bad.

One flight of stairs passes in the blink of an eye. However, Edgeworth doesn’t exit as you expect—instead he continues climbing up the stairs. Are you going to be taking the stairs all the way up to his office? From what you remember, quite a few of the offices are on the higher floors. You decide to keep quiet and follow his lead.

If only you had known that Edgeworth’s office number was on the twelfth floor . By the time you climb up the last set of stairs and reach the twelfth floor, you want to collapse on the ground and never get up. Edgeworth, on the other hand, isn’t even winded. You manage to catch your breath on the short walk from the staircase to his office, but you know your legs will be sore tomorrow.

You’ve never been in the Chief Prosecutor’s office before. It has more life than you thought it might, with a burgundy couch off to the left side, an ornate wooden desk in the center of the room, and rows of files lining the walls on the right. There’s a small figurine of the Steel Samurai and an award that you recognize to be the Prosecutor Trophy. The space looks like a good mix of professionalism and nonchalance that you think you’d like to emulate in your own office.

Despite your expectations, Edgeworth still doesn't give you an explanation for why you’re here. Instead, he settles into the chair at his desk and opens his computer. He’s quiet as he types on his computer. After a few moments of standing awkwardly, you decide to move and sit on the couch.

You don’t know how long you wait there, anticipating a remark from the chief prosecutor. Unfortunately, now that you’re left here with nothing to do, you feel your energy slipping away. Your exhaustion is beginning to catch up to you. You didn’t get much sleep ( read: any sleep) last night, thanks to your impromptu investigation. Despite your fatigue threatening to knock you out, you know can’t fall asleep in front of the Chief Prosecutor. You have to stay awake.

Surely, there’s something you could be doing right now. Your eyes are stinging from exhaustion and your blinks feel twice as long as normal. You rub your eyes roughly and pay a glance at Edgeworth, who is scrawling something down on a piece of paper.. Just what are you supposed to be doing here? The prosecutor hasn’t spoken since you left the car. Edgeworth isn’t shy about assigning you work to do, so why is he suddenly so silent?

Despite all these recognitions, and the intimate knowledge that it will not look good if you fall asleep, your exhaustion wins out. One moment, you’re staring blankly ahead at the wall of files; the next, your eyes are slipping shut and you’re falling asleep.

Your sleep is remarkably undisturbed, despite being in the company of another person. You occasionally hear the scrawling sound of writing or the pattering sounds of typing, but otherwise, the office is blissfully silent. Your head rests on your hand and you exhale slowly, feeling the day’s stressors slowly slip away.

You don’t intend to sleep for long. But, when you wake up, you find that it’s dark outside. There’s an added warmth that you didn’t have before. Upon further investigation, you find that there’s a familiar burgundy jacket draped over you. Is this… Edgeworth’s jacket? Your eyes widen as the characteristic burgundy color.

Your phone pings, drawing you out of your thoughts. You reach towards it and power it on, only to find that it’s nearly 6 p.m. The trial ended hours ago! You look around for Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth, but he’s nowhere in sight. All you see is the familiar wall of files, the chessboard in the corner of the room, and a mug of tea with a note next to it.

Wait. A mug of tea with a note? You frown and look down at the coffee table, finding a mug of warm tea with steam rising out of it and a handwritten note. The note reads:

Visiting the department. Expect a more strictly enforced schedule in the future. -M. PS: Stay as long as you need.

You smile to yourself.

“Duff Endyu” → “defend you.” lol.

hehehehehehheeeee… I just want to fall asleep in Edgeworth's office and for Edgeworth to look down at me and be filled with an inexplicable burst of fondness. is that really too much to ask?>??

Did “a more strictly enforced schedule” make sense? I was trying to find a characteristic way for Miles to say that your overtime would be prevented (aka that you’ll have to “clock out” and actually leave, instead of staying for hours after).

I just realized Miles’s initials are M.E.. Lollll.

anyway, thanks for reading! <333

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yyxandere · 6 months

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OR ORR MILES WITH A DARLING WHO IS HIS CHILDHOOD FRIEND THAT PROMISE THAT THEY'LL ( DARLING AND MILES ) WILL GET MARRY WHEN THEY'RE OLDER BUT THEN WHEN THEY'RE OLDER DARLING WAS DATING SOMEONE ELSE SHEESH - 🍎 anon

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

DAMMMNN 🍎 ANON YOU'RE REALLY OUT HERE TRYING TO HURT MILES LOL.

This is a very nice concept and such, I can imagine Darling being friends with the trio in middle school but after DL-6 happened and he was adopted by Malfred, he will always remember the promise you made with him. But throughout the years he put that promise in the back of his mind and kept on doing his academics and his way to pursue as a lawyer like Manfred.

So when fate decided that it was time for the both of you to meet, you just have to be with a defense attorney huh? He knows that both of you were kids when you both promised to marry each other, it was childish, yet. . . why? Why did something inside of him crack because of that?

It hurt even more when both of you began reconciling, and the longer he hung out with you the more he wanted you, no wonder young Miles was a flustered mess when you came up and talked to him.

Miles then started having an obsession with you, to the point he wouldn't mind pulling some strings to get your lawyer boyfriend discarded...

He will be there for you if your boyfriend ever leaves you, he will be patient so that someday he can fulfill the promise you both made. He just yearns to see you with a wedding ring around your finger...

#✧- ‘ACE ATTORNEY’ ☆#ace attorney x reader #yandere ace attorney #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth #‘ace attorney’ ☆#🍎 Anon

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berriless · 1 year

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miles edgeworth // hcs !!

sjshsj i love this old looking guy !! also, thankyouu ik this was my old layout but still 😽 the girl is actually from momoland:)

HE'S SO UNINTENTIONALLY FUNNY

like you could be having a serious conversation & then suddenly you're laughing bcs he said something with like a double meaning 💀

kay absolutely pokes fun at you two (she loves both of you)

"restaurant date" but then everything goes wrong so you guys just go home and have a movie night.

makes gumshoe, kay or sebastian keep you company when he's too busy.

keeps notes of your preferences (like either in his head or in a physical notebook)

knows when you feel unsafe, uncomfortable or sad & so he gently holds your hand:((

never mention it to him afterwards his face will sour

never judges you no matter what idc what ANYBODY says.

rants to you about phoenix whilst relaxing with a facemask and pickles on his eyes.

SO GOOD WITH MASSAGES — like whether it'd be a hand massage or back massage

fully supports your hobbies, no doubt. you paint? HERE'S PAINTING SUPPLIES. you like photography? HERE'S AN EXPENSIVE CAMERA.

if you're clumsy, he always has a medkit with him !! doesn't matter how inconvenient that is for him, he doesn't want you hurt.

you have social anxiety? dw he's here to intimidate any fool who would dare to make fun of you ✊🏼

emotionally constipated man, make him let loose please.

overall 9/10 man, love him. he's so awkward though 😭

ALSO OLDBAGS STALKS YOU

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i want jay to come back to aa again i swear he's the only playthrough ever.

#miles edgeworth x reader #ace attorney x reader #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #reverie writes.

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animekpopsimp · 11 months

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Being Miles Edgeworth's Younger Sister

The two of you started out close

Though things started to get more complicated when your father was murdered

You were both in the elevator when it happened, and it affected the two of you greatly

After being adopted, Edgeworth started drifting away from you

You tried to keep spending time with him, but he was focused on becoming a prosecutor

This continued for a long time until you met Pheonix again

You had originally met him when he became friends with your brother but lost contact after the tragic death of your father

When you met him again, it was before his trial against Edgeworth

After the trial, you finally got to talk to Pheonix again, but you didn't tell him much about the troubles between you and your older brother

You were upset that Edgeworth had grown distant, you just wished things could go back to the way they were before

Then came your brother being accused of murder

Before he could even visit Edgeworth, you found Pheonix and begged him to defend him in court

You were so upset that you were starting to cry

You couldn't stand the fact that your brother was being framed

There was no way you would ever believe that your brother was guilty

The trial goes well, and finally, something changes

Your brother finally talks to you again, and it's almost like he's the same person he was before you lost your father

He apologizes for acting so cold

You aren't even upset anymore, you're just happy to be close to him again

#anime #anime x reader #ace attorney #ace attorney x reader #miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x reader #miles edgeworth x sister reader #x reader #x sister reader #headcanons

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vikkirosko · 6 months

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would u write miles edgeworth x male reader? js like, helping miles thru a panic attack. or like, miles noticing the subtle things the reader does, like absentmindedly going to stairwells cuz he knows Miles hates elevators. or checking the weather and stuff and take him on trips if there's goinna be an earthquake? just the little fluffy things w/Miles and his husband. :D

⚖️ Miles Edgeworth x male!Reader headcanons Care and attention 🚘

You saw that Miles clearly had some problems when you noticed that he never used elevators. You decided there was a reason for that. It was only when you started dating that he told you what was the reason for his reaction. You didn't know about what happened in his childhood, but now, knowing about it, you decided to support him, realizing that such things did not pass without a trace

You started walking up the stairs with him, ignoring the elevator. When you had a day off, you called him and warned him if the weather was going to turn bad. If you knew that the weather was really bad, then you came to pick him up. In those rare cases when there were seismic tremors, you tried to get close to him as soon as possible to calm him down and support him, realizing that this caused him panic attacks

When you both had a day off, you often came to visit him, bringing groceries. You cooked lunch together, rested, and if the weather was nice outside, then you went for a walk somewhere. You didn't talk about work. You deliberately tried to distract him from thinking about work when he had a weekend off, knowing how rarely he rested and how he really needed to relax

You always went to different events with him, even if they were dedicated to the Steel Samurai. You knew perfectly well that two grown men looked strange at an event dedicated to this series, but you saw how happy Miles was, so you went there with him. His smile was worth a lot, and if you had the opportunity to please him, then you couldn't miss this chance

You've always tried to take care of Miles. You knew that even though many saw him as a harsh prosecutor, but he was also a man who had his worries, his fears and, like any person, he needed someone who could help him, listen to him and support him. And it was you who was the person who was always there for him, who tried to surround him with love and care. Miles was sincerely glad that you met, because without you there would have been less bright colors in his life

#Ace Attorney #Ace Attorney x Reader #Ace Attorney headcanons #Miles Edgeworth #Miles Edgeworth x Reader

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lunawritesaa · 2 years

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i am tired !! but i also have a drive to write,, random sleep hcs! they are my forte.. my light atm. i had a desire to write and this is what happens

might do more of these.. they were fun lol :D

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-> phoenix: the bed hog. takes up so much space that you will be curled into a ball at the edge, praying that you don’t fall off in the middle of the night. bonus! he’s also a huge cuddler! so while you have no space, you also have a 5’8” man curled up beside you, wanting to be as close as possible. if he feels you drift away, he inches closer.. there is no escape

-> miles: very silent, and very still. he is not very touchy at night as he values his sleep time. he’ll lay on his side of the bed, on his back, and just still. honestly, you might think he’s dead by how little he moves. occasionally, he’ll have nightmares that jolt him awake. but other than that he tends to keep to himself at night.

-> apollo: SNORES. SO. LOUDLY. you’re going to need one of those beds that automatically adjusts when one person in the bed is snoring because holy crap. his chords of steel shine brightly as he snores the night away. he’s a very heavy sleeper too, so even when you try to jostle him awake to shut him up, he doesn’t.

-> athena: takes her “bedtime” a little too seriously. she has a very strict bedtime that she follows every single night, and hates to disrupt it! good sleep means good health! she will routinely be in bed by the same time every night, and wake up at the same time every day. she likes to drag you to bed with her because what’s a good night’s rest without cuddling your partner, huh?

-> klavier: a huge cuddle bug. this man.. is so touchy. you cannot be within a foot of him and not have him touching you in some way. he refuses to sleep without you, and insists on holding you as tightly as possible. will whine and complain if you have to get up at any point throughout the night, or get up earlier than him. he just doesn’t sleep as well without his love in his arms!

-> maya: starfishes on the bed. she always flips onto the bed and completely spreads out. and then she’s OUT. it’s almost comical how quickly she falls asleep. most of the time, you’ll end up sleeping on the couch. on the rare times that you do fit into bed with her, she tends to steal the covers. she’ll apologize profusely the next day.

-> simon: tends to fall asleep at his desk. he’s a workaholic, and will sit as his desk for hours working. he loses track of time quickly as the sun sets without him realizing. before he knows it, his eyes are dropping as the words on the paper blend together. he’ll only realize he’s fallen asleep when you nudge him awake and drag him to bed. he’ll fall asleep practically immediately, but he’ll open his arms so you can fall asleep on his shoulder first.

-> herlock: takes forever to fall asleep. he has too much energy for this own good. his brain is always working and you have to force him to bed. however, even when he’s in bed, he will lie there awake for hours. and if he’s awake, that means he’s going to bother you! he won’t shut up until you shove a pillow in his face and beg him to stop talking. jokes on you, once he’s asleep he’s a nuisance to wake up.

-> barok: a very light sleeper. he’s always on alert, especially when he’s sleeping. being asleep means he’s vulnerable; he could be attacked at any moment. so any little noise or movement will wake him up. surprisingly, he likes to keep you within arms reach at night. he’ll never vocally admit it, but he likes knowing you’re nearby so he can protect you. likes holding your hand while sleeping.

-> kazuma: a late sleeper and an early riser. he tries not to stay up late, but work often keeps him up. he always tells you not to wait for him to go to sleep; however, he does love falling asleep next to you. there’s something very relaxing about it all. he often finds that he enjoys waking before you, too, as it brightens his mood to see your peaceful face.

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#ace attorney x reader #the great ace attorney x reader #phoenix wright x reader #miles edgeworth x reader #apollo justice x reader #athena cykes x reader #klavier gavin x reader #maya fey x reader #simon blackquill x reader #herlock sholmes x reader #barok van zieks x reader #kazuma asogi x reader

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cherrysweather · 8 months

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hi!! i'm unsure if ur still taking asks or anything, but i was wondering, if you still are, if you could write phoenix/miles with a nerdy s/o? just the type to ramble about random details from video games to things like star trek or even horror movies, they always have these little trivia facts they seem to have ready and manage to tie into the conversation.

of course if you're still doing asks!! thank you and have a wonderful day!!

Anon helluuuu! I'm sorry you had to wait a year +, but know that I really loved this ask and wanted to write it so much! I don't know if it could be useful, but I already wrote some headcanons about Edgeworth with a gamer S/O (It's this one!), so I hope you'll like this, if you still follow this blog! Thanks again and drink some water! --------------------------------------------------------------------

Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth x Nerdy!S/O:

Phoenix Wright:

Phoenix per se isn't really a fan of something in particular;

Sure, Maya taught him the ways of the Steel Samurai, Trucy taught him some magic tricks, but he prefers to not spend all his time and energy on just one thing;

But even so, he doesn't judge you, since sometimes he also understands how passionate you could be;

When he visits you, he always tries to understand what you're doing, and why it's so captivating;

Even after hours, film after film, game descriptions one after another, he just can't remember it all;

However he loves playing games with you and, depending on the film, watching your favorites and hear you afterwards explain all the detail he surely missed, the messages behind, each character personality and backstories...

Whenever he see a new film released that you might be interested in, he takes the opportunity to spend some time together doing something both of you can enjoy;

Surely, most of the time is the other way around, since you always watch out for every new announcement about a game, a film or a serie, so most of the time you're faster than him in asking to go to the cinema or buy a new game;

Whenever he can set aside some money, he happily buys you something in the lines of your passions;

The funniest part is however when you two start talking about a certain topic, and every five minutes it changes;

Starting from how the day was, to a new information you discovered about that particular character of that game, but then he answers telling you of that case where he defended someone with that exact same hair;

And it goes on;

But most of the time the talking is led by you;

He doesn't particularly hate horrors, but he surely prefers something that doesn't reminds him of any of his past cases;

So he gladly stars a quite long exchange of opinions whenever you finish to see one together.

Miles Edgeworth:

Miles probably knows a pair of films that you really like;

The rest? A mystery;

Whenever you start to rant about how that game could have had a way better sequel, he urges to find something else to do and listen to you "in the background";

Otherwise, he only comes out of there confused, speechless and sometimes with a headache;

He's taken by surprise each time you explain to him in the smallest detail how that game somewhat represents society, and the protagonist of that game is the perfect hero of who knows what kind of literature;

Don't expect him to sit alongside you while a horror film is playing;

And if he does (surely on his will) he won't watch it entirely;

In the years you two were together, Miles discovered a new way of falling asleep if he couldn't on his own;

He calls you and asks about some details or explaining of the most recent thing you played;

This is both to try and enter your world and to use your voice to empty his head and relax until falling asleep;

The first time it happened, you thought he found you boring or logorrheic, but he really just finds your voice relaxing;

And it's so cute when you get so hyped over something;

So you got along with his strategy, since you know too how difficult it is for him to fall asleep, and when he calls at impractical hours, you first check that he's ok, then just ramble about something;

Miles just puts his phone on his pillow and tries to get some sleep, answering you with "mhmh" or simply "mh" while he's awake;

Whenever he can, he does some research on what he remembers you nominated during the day and notes something of it, just to try and have a conversation with you;

Miles also tries to understand how you tie an argument with another with so much sense but at the same time with so little sense that he wants to learn to connect two things so far away from each other.

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