this started as an incoherent rant in the server but now I'm obsessed so have a Wereshifer Miles AU one-shot (tl;dr: Edgeworth shrinks to about 6 inches every time the sun goes down)
set after the timeskip in AA5. Edgeworth and Wright live together. Edgeworth's nightly shrinking is part of their routine at this point.
the part with Phoenix getting back on the couch and talking about how Miles makes him feel is a bit that @callie-flower came up with in the server and I really wanted to use that ahh ;;;
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They were sitting on the couch after work. It was a nice day, with the late evening sun still filling the room with a golden glow. In the back, a record player was playing a slow, soothing album.
Suddenly, Phoenix shot up. He looked at Edgeworth with eager eyes.
"Wright, what is-"
"Dance with me."
"W...Now? The sun is almost down, I don't think- h-hey!"
Before Edgeworth could say more, Phoenix pulled him from the couch.
"Just for a bit. Come on, we rarely do this."
Edgeworth stared at Phoenix for a few seconds before smiling and complying to his request.
"Alright, just for a bit then."
They held each other and slow-danced to the music playing in the room for a few minutes, relishing the closeness of the other.
"...Phoenix, it's time, we should st-"
But Phoenix pulled Edgeworth closer, locking eyes with him.
"Phoe- please I'm already losing height."
"Just a little more, Miles."
Edgeworth was making a second attempt to get back to sitting down in a safer spot. But Phoenix wasn't about to let go.
Then it clicked.
"Oh."
Edgeworth relaxed. They kept dancing, although Phoenix had to adjust the way he held his partner as he slowly shrunk down. Phoenix realised it must have looked somewhat silly, but he didn't care.
Within a minute, Edgeworth was too small to even hold Phoenix in his arms. Yet Phoenix was not ready to let go. He picked Edgeworth up the moment he was small enough. Edgeworth looked at him with surprised eyes. He lost the last few inches of his height whilst being held in Phoenix's hands, who had never held Edgeworth while he shrunk before. The experience took them both a little aback.
"I could hold you like this forever, you know." Phoenix said, breaking a short silence.
Edgeworth wasn't sure what to say. He adjusted his position to lay more stable in Phoenix's hands. Then he looked up. Their eyes locked again and Edgeworth took in the sight of Phoenix's face so up close.
He let out a sigh. "Your freckles are exceptionally visible from here." he said half seriously, to break the awkward tension he felt.
Phoenix's heart skipped a beat. Now he was the one who was at a loss of words. He'd held Edgeworth before at nights, but that was mostly to help him get around the house. The sight of his partner laying down in his hands. So small and fragile. And Miles literally trusted him with his whole life in this moment.
Eventually he managed to utter: "God, I want to kiss you so badly right now."
"You- What now?"
"... please?"
Again, Edgeworth was unsure what to say. What was Phoenix thinking? This was one of the worst moments for Phoenix to play the romantic fool.
Wasn't it?
...
Edgeworth smiled.
"Okay."
"Wait really?"
He stood up in Phoenix's palms and nodded. "Really."
Phoenix didn't wait until Edgeworth could change his mind. He brought his hands closer to his face as gently as possible. His lips covered Edgeworth's entire face, and Edgeworth tried his best not to fall over. To keep his balance, he wrapped his arms around Phoenix's cheeks, and kissed him back as well as he could despite his size.
Phoenix gently drew back his hands, which made Edgeworth fall over on his palms. As he laid there, staring at Phoenix, he smiled.
"The song stopped playing already, you know."
"I don't care." As Phoenix said that, he cupped Edgeworth against his chest and moved to music that was not longer playing. Edgeworth listened to Phoenix's heartbeat and relaxed.
When Phoenix was done, he fell back on the couch, keeping Edgeworth close to his chest.
"Do you hear that Miles? This is how you make me feel all the time."
Edgeworth moved to lay on his back on Phoenix's chest and let out a heavy sigh. He never thought of shrinking every night as anything positive. It was always a burden to him, and now he often felt like a burden to Phoenix. Being showered in affection like this felt...good.
Really good.
Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
They sat like this for a while, both contemplating what just happened, until one of them spoke up:
"We could do this more often."
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The Knights of the Alder - What if…
…Talon was part of the Knights?
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When Aiden woke up again, the first thing he noticed was how dry his throat felt. The second thing he noticed was that he wasn’t alone.
The boy from earlier was there, the blonde with the sharp eyes. Talon, if he recalled right.
As the fae noticed that he was awake, he made his way over to the prisoner, perching down in front of him, too close for Aiden’s liking.
“Look who’s finally awake.”
Instinctively Aiden tried to move away, but the rope that tied his hands to the pole behind him held him in place.
Talon smirked. “So you’re the one that caused us all this trouble?”
The boy tilted Aiden’s chin upwards with a finger, amusement shining in his golden eyes.
“I would have expected someone more… impressive.”
Aiden huffed and jerked his head to the side to try and escape the other, but Talon grabbed his chin and turned his head back towards him.
“Did no one tell you that it’s impolite not to look at the person that talks to you?” he scolded.
“Has no one taught you that it is impolite to pester innocent defenseless people?” Aiden pressed through gritted teeth.
Talon regarded him with an expression of mock hurt.
“Pestering you? Oh no. I’m just talking to you, that’s all. Don’t you want to talk? Also,” he let go of Aiden’s chin, letting his finger wander down Aiden’s throat.
“I don’t think you’re as innocent as you claim to be.”
Aiden gulped, suddenly too aware of the dry feeling in his throat. As if the fae had noticed what he was thinking, he stood up and went over to the little desk, returning with a flask in his hand.
“Here.” Standing in front of him, the blonde held out the water bottle.
Aiden’s eyes immediately jumped to the movement of the water inside the clear glass of the flask.
He was thirsty, but he didn’t trust the fae one bit. Who knew what he put in there.
Gathering all his mental strength, he shook his head violently.
Talon rolled his eyes. “You can drink, you idiot.” He nudged Aiden with the flask. “It’s not poisoned or anything. We still need you after all.”
Aiden looked down at the water bottle in the other’s hand. “You could’ve still put something in it,” he mumbled.
The other boy shrugged. “Sure I could have, but I didn’t. If you rather want to dehydrate though, be my guest. I don’t mind.”
With his free hand he reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair out of Aiden’s face. Aiden flinched.
“But you mortals waste away so easily when it comes to things like this, so if I were you I’d drink. Who knows when you’ll get a chance again.”
He held out the flask to Aiden once more. Hesitantly Aiden leaned forwards and drank, eyes not leaving the gold-eyed fae.
The blonde watched him with a smirk. “Good boy.”
After he decided Aiden had enough Talon took the flask away from him and raised it to his own lips to drink.
Aiden’s eyes followed the movement, lingering on the other’s lips for just a second too long, which Talon noted with amusement. He attached the bottle to his belt.
“It’s a shame, really,” he said. “that our lady wants to shed your blood.”
Aiden froze at the mentioning of Morena’s plans for him. The other boy grinned, seeing how his words affected his prisoner, and the look he gave Aiden made him shiver.
“You’re quite cute for an insignificant halfling. What a waste.”
Aiden absolutely refused to blush, not wanting to give that asshole the satisfaction.
His cheeks colored a little anyway and Aiden cursed himself, because there was no way the fae didn’t notice.
Aiden snarled, irritated. He was mad at the fae with the golden eyes, mad at himself for letting him get to him so easily.
“I can’t be that insignificant when you need me to reawaken your stupid king. I bet I am of far more significance for your lady’s plans than you are.”
Talon laughed. “So he does bite back. Who would’ve thought. Maybe there’s more to you than I thought.”
The fae smiled. Leaning down, he whispered close to Aiden’s ear. “Who knows which skills may lie behind this pretty facade.”
“Talon,” a voice from behind them said and Talon pulled away. Aiden couldn’t help but to feel relieved.
“Leave the boy alone,” said a young woman with dark hair that Aiden hadn’t seen before. “And leave, it’s my turn to watch him now.”
“And it was just about to get interesting,” the blonde mumbled, but he turned to the other fae and bowed.
“Very well, Lady Nyx.”
He threw Aiden a mischievous look over his shoulder and winked.
Then he left and Aiden felt like he could finally breathe again.
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Background info: in this scenario Talon (as well parts of his family) is part of the group who want to reawaken the Alderking (the knights of the Alder).
I had that idea because it might as well be possible, since Talon’s family used to be part of the Alder court before the king fell. And if his father would be interested in getting the family’s former status back, naturally Talon would follow him.
I’m not sure if he’d be fully convinced about the plans though, so it could be possible that something -or someone- could change his mind
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when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done
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