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chaosgremlinmunson · 7 months

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It was late, later than he'd anticipated, and yet his phone was ringing off the hook, this had to be the 10th call in the past 20 minutes.

Begrudgingly Eddie got out of bed and went to the phone, "Hello." He gritted, it was 2:00 am and he'd been having such a great dream cuddling up to Harrington in the big empty house, looking into those big eyes that had been with warmth and love. Whoever woke him up from his romantic paradise was about to be very, very sorry.

"Eds…" the voice croaked, sounding like it was full of tears, he knew this voice, who had made Stevie cry? This town had thought he was a murderer but let him catch who hurt this sweet self-sacrificing man, then they'd really have a reason to hunt the freak.

"Stevie? What's wrong? Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?" Eddie looked down at his boxers and beat up shirt, he'd throw on some jeans, be there in a blink of an eye, all Steve had to do was say the word.

"I'm….I'm at the hideout. I needed…I needed to forget for a moment. And then, someone was crowding me in the bathroom Eddie. His hands were on my throat and I kicked, I ran as fast as I could…I'm at a house on the outskirts of town. They…they let me use their phone and I didn't know who to call Eddie, I didn't know who would come. I didn't drive myself, I have no way to get home." He heard the hiccuping sobs, and flew over to his boots, luckily they were close enough to the phone that he could reach them.

"Ok, Stevie, breathe for me. I'm on my way, I'm putting on my boots and bringing you home-" Eddie started

He heard a whimper.

"Ok, not home, do you want to come to mine? Stevie I'm coming to get you, I won't leave you alone. I'm on my way." He soothed keeping his voice calm and soft.

"Ok. Eddie…hurry?" Steve whispered back, but his breathing had evened out.

"Of course princess, I'll be there before you know it." He got off the phone with Steve, grabbed the first jeans he saw, threw on his boots and hauled it to the van.

He broke the speed limit the entire way to the hideout, seeing a house just feet away and pulled up barely turning the van off before he was out the door. He raised his hand to knock and before he could it opened, someone flinging themselves into his arms.

"Shhh, baby, it's ok. I'm here, I've got you." He said running his hands up his back, he pulled back to look Steve over who had tear tracks down his face, a bruise forming over his scars on his neck. "Oh, baby, don't worry. I'm here, I'm here and no one is going to hurt you ever again."

He got Steve to the van, buckling him in and driving them home to Eddie's while Steve stared out the window.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #hurt and comfort #just the beginning #sprint fic

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bibbumblebee · 8 months

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Starting a fic when I should be working shhh don’t tell anyone….

I headcanon that Phoenix is actually quite intelligent, but just inexperienced and thrown into a legal system that was the exact inverse of the system he studied in law school. Now that The Dark Age of the Law is coming to a close, and Edgeworth is back in LA, I feel like more “standard” processes get implemented into court proceedings. Not perfect, just present.

Anyway, Phoenix defending a stage actor, anyone???

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“You seem busy,” Edgeworth said, gray eyes falling on the subpoena in Phoenix’s hands. “Proactive, even.”

Phoenix ignored the jab and glanced over the dates of production at the bottom of the form. One week. He knew he wasn’t giving Kings County a lot of time to produce the records, but it wasn’t in direct violation of Rule 17, and he didn’t have the luxury of a one-month production window. If he didn’t get the documents within a week, he’d be going into trial blind. Well, blinder than usual, anyway.

He signed the subpoena and the accompanying notice with a practiced flourish and sighed. “Proactive, huh? Desperate, more like.”

“Blackquill’s got you that up against the wall, has he?”

“Huh?” Phoenix stood and grabbed his jacket, slinging it over his shoulders. “Oh, the LeMaster trial. No, Athena’s covering that.”

A smile ghosted across Edgeworth’s lips. “So confident in your argument you sent in your associate?”

“Yeah, actually,” Phoenix said. “She’s more than capable of putting Blackquill in his place, and you know it.”

In response, Edgeworth checked his phone. “We’ll be late to Trucy’s show if we don’t hurry.”

Phoenix grabbed his papers and followed Edgeworth out of the office, two steps behind him as they went.

“If I may,” Edgeworth asked once they were seated in his car, “what is that subpoena for?”

“Production,” Phoenix said. “A new case came in today, and something about it seems off.”

“Since when does a case you accept not feel off?”

“This is different,” Phoenix said, thinking back to the phone call he’d received that morning. “This one just feels...tampered with.”

Phoenix noticed Edgeworth’s hands tighten on the steering wheel. The car surged forward with a sudden burst of speed before Edgeworth realized and edged off the pedal. “Which of my prosecutors is assigned to it?” He asked, voice tight. “If I find out any of them have tampered with evidence in order to make this case play in their favor, I will personally see to it to have them dismissed. We’ve spent far too long trying--”

“Edgeworth,” Phoenix said, cutting across Edgeworth before he could build up into a proper rant, “it isn’t anyone at your office. It’s outside your jurisdiction. That’s what worries me.”

Edgeworth’s hands didn’t release their deathgrip on the wheel, but his breathing did relax some, Phoenix noticed with relief. “It just shows how much work we have left to do.” A pause. Then, “How did the case come to you?”

“The suspect requested me specifically,” Phoenix said. “He wouldn’t accept anyone else.”

“How flattering.”

“Too suspicious to be flattering,” Phoenix said. “I’m meeting with him tomorrow, first thing, but something tells me nothing about this process is going to go smoothly, especially since there’s an outside jurisdiction involved.”

“And the subpoena?”

“I’m asking Kings County to produce any and all documents pertaining to the prosecution,” Phoenix said. “I can’t get anything on the victim without a court order, which I don’t have...yet, but I need something to go off of.”

“I must admit,” Edgeworth said, “that’s rather unlike you.”

Phoenix chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, I’m dealing with an unknown attorney,” he said. “And I don’t want to make the same mistake twice.”

“Right,” Edgeworth murmured, voice barely audible over the purr of his car’s engine. “I understand.”

“I know you do,” Phoenix said.

* * *

Phoenix sat down across from Ariel Spector and studied his client closely.

On stage, Spector cut a terrifying figure: tall, broad, with square features and a thick neck. He bellowed his notes, loud and confident, echoing through the theatre. Off stage, however, he seemed drawn, disbelieving, and truly indignant as to why he’d be suspect in this situation. Phoenix noted the jut of his chin, the way he kept fidgeting his thumbs, as though trying to undo an invisible knot.

Phoenix sighed. “Hi, Mr. Spector. I’m Phoenix Wright, defense attorney-”

“I know who you are,” Spector said, sticking his chin out. “I requested you.”

“Just a formality,” Phoenix said, quickly flipping open his notebook and pulling a pen from his pocket. “Why did you request me?”

“You’re the best, right?” Spector leaned forward till his nose was nearly touching the glass partition. “You’ll find out the truth behind what happened.”

The truth. The knot of unease loosened in Phoenix’s stomach somewhat. At the very least, this wasn’t an Engarde situation, where he was used to try and get a not-guilty verdict, whatever the cost. Spector didn’t want off just because. He wanted the truth, which Phoenix knew would invariably get Spector off. Because why else would he demand the truth over innocence?

“The truth, yeah,” Phoenix said, nodding. He held his gaze with Spector for a moment before glancing down. “That’s my job. Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“You don’t know?” Spector asked.

“Let’s just say Kings County hasn’t exactly been…forthcoming with information,” Phoenix replied. “I want your version of events.”

Spector leaned back in his chair and swept a hand through his wavy black hair. “Well, where do I begin?” The tone of his voice, thoughtful and low, alerted Phoenix that this could very quickly turn into a monologue.

“It all began six months ago,” Spector began, and his voice dipped lower. He stuck out his hand and swept it across an invisible horizon, inviting Phoenix to imagine a mountain range or rolling vista. “I had just gotten cast as the Phantom in the Freiderick Cain production of The Phantom of the Opera. It was my first truly big gig. Sure, I’ve done Jersey Boys, City of Angels, that sort of thing, but this…this was the big time. I accepted right away, without even meeting the rest of the cast prior. Truthfully, I’d only heard their names before.”

“No one else you knew was in this production?” Phoenix asked, marking that statement in his notes with a small star. “But you’ve been in several productions, and Broadway is big, but it isn’t that big.”

“Not a soul,” Spector said. “Cain said it wasn’t an issue that I didn’t have rapport with anyone. In fact, he seemed rather pleased.”

“Why?”

Spector shrugged and brushed invisible lint off his shirt sleeve. “Not a clue. I didn’t ask. It makes no difference to me, you see. I got the role.”

Of course, Phoenix thought. Spector got what he wanted, so why would he care. Still, it was strange. Phoenix wasn’t sure how just yet, but he knew something stood out there, and he’d do all he could to figure it out. “What happened to the person who played the Phantom before you came along?”

Spector stiffened and then immediately laughed. Phoenix thought it sounded rather forced. “Him? Oh, he was just done with the role. Cain said he left to audition for Old Deuteronomy. Cats, you see-”

“I know,” Phoenix said. He gave a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t worry about that. So he left for another production, sounds normal enough. What happened once rehearsals started? Did you and the cast get along?”

“Swimmingly!” Spector said. He winked at Phoenix then, as though he was vying for Phoenix to believe him.

“Mr. Spector,” Phoenix said with a sigh. “You don’t have to audition for my trust. Just tell me what happened.”

“We got along fine,” Spector said. “Oma and I didn’t really get along, but she’s rather…in-character all the time. It got a little annoying.”

“That’s…”

“La Carlotta,” Spector said.

“Fitting.” Phoenix marked down Oma’s name in the margin of his notes. “What about you and the victim, William Way? Did you get along?”

“Of course! He and Summer and I were friends!” Spector sat up straighter in his chair then. “We spent weeks together. Months, even. We’d get dinner together. I’ve been to Will’s flat for pizza. He asked me to marathon Mad Men with him. If we hated each other, why would he do that?”

“So you didn’t kill him?”

“Of course not!” Spector’s voice echoed off the walls in a baritone panic. He shoved his knuckle in his mouth and bit down to stifle the sob that wracked his body. “I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill him. I would never- I could never- he and I were friends. I’d never do that to Summer.”

“I believe you,” Phoenix said, pleading with his eyes for Spector to understand. “I’m going to have to ask some questions that may unnerve you or make you uneasy, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?”

Spector nodded, raking his hand back through his hair again nervously. He licked his lips to wet them and then took a deep breath. “Okay. Ask away.”

Phoenix clicked his pen once more and tapped it to his notepad. “Start,” he said, “at the beginning.”

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #pwaa #bibbs is losing it again #am writing #my fic #ace attorney fanfiction #just the beginning #art major phoenix

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simply-ivanka · 7 months

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#Germany #Austria #Israel #PLO #Hamas #Iran #Palestinians #Just the beginning

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warriorbrother · 2 months

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#open borders #just the beginning

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whats-in-a-sentence · 7 months

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But the Professor was right it was only the beginning of the adventures of Narnia.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis

#book quotes #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #c s lewis #digory kirke #just the beginning #thank you lion jesus for dying for our sins

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genesis-minigoddess · 2 years

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Chapter One.

(Your POV)

It was a very long boat ride from Paldea and Galar but it was worth it.

Thankfully I had to company of my pokemon Mimikyu and Sylveon by my side as I was doing research on the Region Leaders of Galar. And I must say, they all are very impressive.

Suddenly Sylveon rests his chin on my arm looking at my Pokedex.

"Syl?"

I gently patted his head and placed my finger on my lip, trying to quiet him from awakening Mimikyu who was sleeping on my lap.

"Yep that's who we are going against, it's gonna be so much fun" I told him softly.

Sylveon looked up at me with a clueless look before he smile.

"Sylveon!"

I had one goal in mind for as long as I could remember.

To become the best of the best.

A Fairy Type Pokemon Master.

For as long as I remember I had a love for Fairy Type Pokemon. Something about them, how they could be so elegant while fighting drew me to them.

But to get there I have a few obstacles.

Beating all the out of the Regions I have defeated 8/9 regions.

All that remains is the Galar.

I've read that some child was able to become the first Aloha champion much to my disappointment.

And then becoming a Pokemon Champion which is held in Galar Region promoting me to come here.

I could help but feel my heart pumping for the excitement of the challenges to come.

From what I've gathered there are two new special moves called Gigantamax and Dynamax.

At first, I was confused about the difference but after doing some more research I could defenestrate the two.

Gigamtamax is where a select amount of pokemon can change their size and appearance while all pokemon can Dynamax, which allows all pokemon to change in size.

This was gonna be a game changer for challenges and I couldn't wait.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen thank you for your patients, we will be arriving at Galar in 15 minutes" The Captin announce on the speaker causing people to cheer and Mimikyu to wake up.

She sway her head around and looked around before looking up at me her head tilted.

"Mimi?"

"We're almost there, Mimikyu"

*time skip brought to you by chibi Y/n cuddling Mimikyu*

Finally, the boat docked in the Galar region and I finally was able to come off the boat.

I stretched, boy was I exhausted, hopefully, I could make it to the hotel room in time since the sun was beginning to set.

"Okay, you two" I said to my Sylveon and Mimikyu, who were on Sylveon's back as I went into my purse and removed their pokemon balls.

"Do you want to stay in your balls until I reach the hotel?" I questioned them.

There might be a crowd at the train station and I knew they especially Sylveon didn't like being touched by anyone.

Mimikyu quickly jumped on my shoulder and lovingly rubbed herself against my face, her way of telling me no which caused me to giggle.

For Sylveon he hesitated before answering.

"Sylv"

"Okay, I'll be sure to release you once where are in the hotel " With that, I opened Slyveon's Pokeball and he returned to it.

Once I place Sylveon in my purse it was on to the train station.

*time skip brought to you by chibi Sylveon sleeping*

Once in the train station, I noticed a crowd of people surrounding someone but I didn't pay much mind since I was tired and just wanted to go to the hotel I booked in Hammerlock.

"Mimikyu! Mimikui!"

I glanced at Mimikui.

"You hungry?" I sighed as she nodded in response.

I guess I am too"

I looked behind me and noticed a vending machine and made my way towards it.

"Hum" I hummed as I lend forward and looked at my options.

"Would you like..."I squinted my eyes looking at the snack.

"Bourbon Biscuit?"

"I would suggest the Tunnock's Tea Cakes," A voice told me.

"Oh really?" I answered before I glanced up.

And there he was the champion of the Galar Region, Leon. His present caught me off as he offered me a carefree smile.

"Your..."

"The one and only! Leon!"

Hey, you guys sorry for the wait I think I'm not at 100% at the moment but it would be unfair if I didn't give you part one so I hope you enjoy it. So sorry for it being short lol. Also, I'm going to do a wheel to see who would be the love interest cause I can't choose. Until next time, loves 💚✨

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