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rollforfelicity · 9 months

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The Interdimensional Diner

Author's note: I promised on stream like 2 months ago that if people contributed enough channel points, I'd write Phoenix Wright fanfic. This is the result of that promise. It's probably the most unhinged thing I've ever written and it probably only makes sense if you have the context of jokes I've made on stream while playing Phoenix Wright. Consider yourself warned.

Phoenix Wright knew he should be feeling satisfied. After all, he’d just managed to win yet another case by the skin of his teeth. But it wasn’t the same as it used to be. Instead of an exhilarating battle of wits against Edgeworth, tonight was another in a long line of Prosecutors who talked down to and abused him. Edgeworth could be mean sometimes, but he’d never whipped Phoenix into unconsciousness. He’d never thrown scalding hot coffee at him.

Edgeworth had always pushed Phoenix to be better. The only downside were the…what had Edgeworth called them? Unnecessary feelings, Phoenix thought, and felt the same mixture of dread and excitement he had felt when Edgeworth first said those words. Unnecessary feelings. But were they the same as the feelings Phoenix felt? He’d seen Edgeworth back at the courthouse just a few minutes ago, face buried in papers, probably studying notes for his next case. They’d made brief eye contact before Edgeworth frowned and looked away. I want to tell him I miss going up against him…but I know he’ll just scoff.

Phoenix’s thoughts were interrupted as he noticed a green sparkle in the sidewalk ahead of him. As he got closer to inspect it, it began to glow with an eerie green light. He looked around furtively. Is anyone else seeing this? His walk had taken him past Vitamin Square, and the only person around was Victor Kudo, the mean old pervert in a blue kimono who often spent time pelting pigeons with seeds. Phoenix shuddered. Ugh, I don’t want to talk to him, that’s for sure. He took a step closer to the glow, stooping down for a closer look, and reached out his hand.

“Whoa whoa whoa WHOA” Phoenix shouted as the Los Angeles sidewalk suddenly disappeared beneath him, “Maya? Pearls? Is this some kind of spirit channeling thing?” Phoenix barely had time to wonder what was going on before he was surrounded by a blinding flash of green light. When his vision returned, he found himself inside a dimly lit diner, the kind with greasy food, questionable cleanliness, and the world’s strongest cup of coffee. The restaurant had a few other patrons who glanced his way, then went back to what they were doing, as if his sudden appearance was nothing unusual. “Huh, these people seem to be used to whatever kind of science or…magic brought me here. Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?”

“Whoa, where am I? I wonder if this place has chili dogs!” a raspy, radical voice piped up.

Phoenix whipped his head around. Someone else arrived with me, he thought. Maybe they’ll know something about this! He locked eyes with a slightly rumpled-looking man nearby, who shrugged as if to say “wasn’t me!” He heard a sound like an impatient foot tapping the ground, and looked down, and was shocked at what he found.

A blue creature with white gloves and bright red sneakers looked back at him. His hair is almost as spiky as mine! The creature grinned, and stuck out a hand “I’m Sonic! Sonic the Hedgehog! And who are you calling spiky?”

“I didn’t–” Phoenix sputtered.

The rumpled looking man spoke up. “Could this place be any weirder?” He was wearing an oversized blue button down, boxy slacks, and an incredulous expression.

He’s one to talk! The man seemed human, but was human in a grotesque way that Phoenix had never seen before. His skin was full of imperfections, uneven tones and…textures. And the way he moved was so fluid and changeable. His idle animation had no discernible pattern or loop. His breathing, unlike the regular heaving chest of Detective Gumshoe, was only slightly noticeable, and varied.

The man frowned at him, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer. I’m Chandler Bing, and I must be having a mental breakdown because I’m surrounded by cartoons.” He paused, as if waiting for something. His wait was interrupted by a bored-looking woman in a red and white checkered apron tapping him on the shoulder.

“Sarcastic blue characters, party of three?”

“Sarcastic?” Sonic said, sarcastically.

“Blue?” Chandler asked.

Characters? I’m not a character, I’m a person!

“Sure, sure, I’ve heard it all before. You think you’re people, and I guess you are, in a way. C’mon, let’s do a walk and talk while I find you a booth.”

Sonic and Chandler looked at Phoenix, who shrugged. “I’ve had weirder cases. Let’s get to the bottom of this.” He quickly looked away from Chandler, whose hyper-realistic features made him feel queasy.

“This is the Interdimensional Diner. Forces of Destiny bring characters together at crucial turning points in their lives to get advice from the people who could most understand them: other characters with a matching color scheme and personality.” The woman spoke quickly and flatly, as if reciting items on a menu. She gestured to her left, where an alien woman with ombre purple-red hair sat with a personified candy and a pouty cartoon in an acid green catsuit. “Example, Gamora, The Green M&M and Shego are all sexy green characters. They share a bond unlike few others in the multiverse.” The women paused their excited conversation to look Phoenix, Sonic and Chandler up and down with disdain.

“The three of you each have problems that only each other could possibly understand. You’ve been brought here to confide in each other, and offer advice. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so don’t fuck it up. Can I start you all off with something to drink?”

Chandler nodded, an exaggerated look of consternation on his face. “I’m gonna need some coffee.”

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“All right,” Sonic said, cracking his knuckles, “let’s get this over with so I can get back to fighting Eggman!”

“Oh, are you going to go fight the walrus next?” Chandler asked.

“Why would I fight Rotor? He’s the only one who knows how to maintain the Freedom Fighter security systems! Anyway, my only problem is stopping Dr. Eggman from turning all the forest creatures on Mobius into robots, do either of you know anything about that?”

Phoenix scratched his head. “No, where I come from there aren’t that many robots, and there aren’t any forest creatures who can talk, sorry. Although I have met some pretty bad doctors,” he shuddered, remembering the murder of Turner Grey and how close Maya came to going to jail for his murder.

“Look, I’m just a guy who works at a normal job who is in the middle of a total mental breakdown, so I’m just going to sit here and eat this cheesecake until I either wake up in a hospital or I have to start walking into the light.” Chandler paused again, then greedily dug into his cheesecake.

“I’m in between cases right now, so I’m not having any problems with my job, either,” Phoenix said. “Maybe our problems aren’t about our jobs, but are about something else?” If we all share a problem, maybe I won’t have to say mine first. After all, if I’m wrong, it’s going to be pretty embarrassing.

“Hey, Phoenix, you look like you’ve got something to say!” Sonic shouted, flecks of chili dog spraying from his mouth.

Chandler put his arm over his plate defensively “Hey, say it don’t spray it, buddy!”

Phoenix took a gulp, and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. If we’re connected like they say, they will understand what I’m going through and won’t judge me too harshly. “My problem area is my love life.”

Chandler and Sonic both stopped eating.

“Awkward…” Chandler laughed uncomfortably.

“Amy Rose and I are very happy,” Sonic said unconvincingly.

“Hold it! I can tell from your expressions that you’re both lying! Therefore, I’ve realized our shared problem! We’re all in love with our male friend/rival and don’t know what to do about it!”

Chandler started to choke, and reached for his glass of water and quickly chugged it.

“No way, dude! I’ve got a friend/rival but I’m NOT in love with Knuckles!”

Phoenix was unconvinced, and he knew just how to prove it. He pulled out a piece of paper where he had taken notes on some of what the waitress had said when they came in, and laid it on the table. “Sonic, do you have a picture of Knuckles?”

“Sure,” he pulled out a photo of a red echidna with oversized white gloves. “This is Knuckles, my best friend and sometimes rival. We keep each other on our toes, like iron sharpening iron!”

Phoenix slammed his hand down on the diner table. “According to the waitress, we are all sarcastic blue characters, which means that we must each be in love with our best friend and rival who is a standoffish red character. It’s the only thing that makes sense!”

Sonic’s eyes widened, and his cheeks turned almost as red as Knuckles. “I’ve never told anyone…”

“You didn’t have to say. After all, I understand you better than anyone else.” Phoenix took out a picture and laid it gently on the table. It showed him standing back to back next to a handsome man with greyish hair, parted swoopingly in the middle. In the picture, Phoenix was smiling widely in his usual blue suit. Edgeworth was scowling and wearing the red suit and frilly ascot he always wore in court.

“Well, I can’t relate to any of that,” Chandler interrupted. “Joey is my best friend, but I’m in love with Monica.” He stopped, his face growing pale. “Wait, I’m in love with Monica. That’s the first time I’ve said that!”

Phoenix was barely paying attention to Chandler. For once, he had finally found someone who understood him completely. A blue guy with spiky hair who was in love with his red best friend and rival. Time stood still as they looked at each other with wide eyes.

“I mean, Joey kissed me that one time but would I call him my rival? I don’t even know if I’d consider him my best friend…”

“We have to tell them,” Sonic and Phoenix said at the same time.

“It’ll break Amy’s heart, but I can’t keep living a lie.”

“Pearly will kill me, but she’s too young to understand that Maya and I could never be together. We share the platonic bond of a bisexual man who is primarily attracted to men and a bisexual woman who is primarily attracted to women.”

“I still don’t get the ‘blue’ thing. I wear blue sometimes but I don’t know if I’d say it’s my signature color or anything. Although it does bring out my eyes.”

A globe of electric green energy expanded, originating from the center of the table and encompassing Chandler, Phoenix and Sonic.

“Ah, finally, either the medication is kicking in or I’m dying. Either way, beam me up, Scotty!” This time, when Chandler paused, Phoenix heard the faint echo of laughter from an invisible audience. Chandler smiled smugly as the green light overtook them all, and they disappeared from the diner.

Phoenix clutched his chest and fell to his knees in relief as he appeared back in Los Angeles, right outside Vitamin Square. He smiled broadly at the giant apple slide, the strawberry playhouse, and even at Victor Kudo.

“Who are you smiling at, whippersnapper?” Kudo sneered, but even his bad attitude wasn’t enough to ruin Phoenix’s good mood. Phoenix stood up, dusted himself off, and took off running back to the courthouse. If he ran fast enough, he might be able to make it before Edgeworth left.

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The waitress let out an exasperated sigh. “No tip, that’s great. God forbid I get anything for facilitating their little life-altering–” she drew her hand back in surprise. In clearing the dirty dishes from the table, she revealed a glowing green crystal. “A little unorthodox, but hey, a tip is a tip. I wonder how much I could get for this.”

Before she could pick up the crystal, a gloved hand snatched it away. “So sorry to interrupt, young lady, but that emerald is property of Dr. Ivo Robotnik! But here’s a tip for you: never trust a hedgehog!”

“Gee, thanks, I’ll take that one to the bank,” she narrowed her eyes. “Surprised I didn’t notice that emerald when I cleared your table earlier. I thought you and your buddies left a while ago?”

“Oh, I had a little business to attend to, nothing for you to concern yourself with.” His toothy smile did nothing to comfort the waitress, maybe because his eyes were completely hidden behind reflective round glasses, or maybe because his bushy red mustache bristled with evil intentions.

The waitress watched as his spindly legs carried his egg-like torso from the diner and out onto the street, still visible from the diner’s windowed front. His two friends waited outside: a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit with slicked back white hair and a bleach blond with a round face wearing a button down shirt and loud tie. She looked back at the messy table, no tip in sight.

Not my circus, not my monkeys. She finished cleaning off the table, and consulted her list of reservations for the night. Spongebob, Jake the Dog, and Pikachu should be arriving soon. They always tip well, she thought. And super friendly to boot. Things are looking up!

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reddiamondgamer · 3 years

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A Wrightworth fic 2

(Words fucking suck, English is not a real language, the end. Check the end notes on A03 for a funny bit. TW for mentioned suicide and implied pedophilia)

Previous Next A03

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Miles Edgeworth was an ace prosecutor with a perfect record if he ignored the instance when the defendant had killed himself on stand and the party to blame walked away with a false frown on her face and crocodile tears trailing down her cheeks. He wouldn’t submit to the dazzling sight that was the golden, thread-like chain that conjoined himself and his childhood friend, Phoenix Wright. Phoenix- Wright was simply a dear friend who he wouldn’t trade for the world, nothing more and certainly nothing less. He refused to acknowledge the thought of anything romantic or intimate with the man, especially not when said man already had a girlfriend, who he still needed to look into more to assure she was a good choice for Wright.

Miles’s thoughts drowned out the sound of the arcade around him, the blurry yellow and blue forms of Butz and Wright moving around in front of him. He thought back to when he’d first realized he could see soulmates, remembering how he’d been fascinated by the markings and links between people. His father had explained it was an ability he shared with his late mother and that he should learn from how soulmates formed relationships, some romantic, some platonic, and some he couldn’t begin to wrap his head around despite his many attempts.

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“Father, what is the golden chain around my wrist?” Miles asked, presenting his wrist to his father with a confused expression.

His father turned to look at him with equal confusion, clearly not seeing what the boy was referring to. His eyes suddenly shone with realization.

“Miles, that’s what links you to your soulmate, your mom had the same ability to see the soulmate markings. It means that you’ll find someone who’ll always be by your side.”

Those words were all Miles needed for his eyes to light up and sparkle, his heart bursting with excitement. He couldn’t believe he was able to find someone like that thanks to his strange vision. He had someone he could be with forever and love just like his parents.

A few years had passed since that day and Miles discovered his golden chain connected to a boy in his class that he’d never noticed before, a shorter boy with spiky hair. He frowned when he realized his soulmate’s eyes were filled with tears, becoming aware of the situation around him.

His classmates were accusing his soulmate of stealing his lunch money, something he knew fully well that he’d lost much earlier than then. Everything he’d learned from his father began storming and swirling around in his mind as he stood up without thinking. He was running on pure instinct, his arm shooting out and fingers forming into a strong point.

“Objection!”

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Miles let out a chuckle at the childhood memories, unaware of the fond smile on his face. He glanced up, intending to see what idiocy Wright and Butz were up to now, but not expecting the former to be so close to his face. He maneuvered backwards, accidentally colliding with some racing game.

“Sheesh, I just wanted to see what you were busy looking at. You’ve been standing there for five minutes straight.” Wright spoke, brows furrowed with a small tilt upwards near the inner edges. He was holding a strange inflated alien with metallic purple skin in his right hand and a cluster of tickets in his left.

“What do you want, Wright?”

“Larry just got kicked out of the arcade, so I came to let you know.”

A few questions popped up in Miles’s head, but he elected to not ask any, already quite aware of Butz’s stupidity and lack of logic and reasoning skills. He hoped to never deal with Butz in court, also aware that it’d end up being a disaster. Letting out a groan, he nodded at Wright to confirm he’d been listening.

“Are we required to leave as well?”

“No, it was just Larry alone being, well, Larry. You know how he is.” Wright adjusted his vibrant red scarf over his shoulder, jogging Miles’s memory of the girlfriend that had been mentioned before. Maybe now was a good time to inquire more about this woman, wanting to be sure that she was suitable for his soul- friend. He wouldn’t spare another thought about the irritating golden chain.

“That scarf, it was gifted to you by this girlfriend you’ve mentioned previously, correct?”

From that simple question, Wright’s eyes seemed to sparkle, his eyes squinting and cheeks raising as he grinned. Miles had to stop himself from committing the image to memory, not in the mood to have his heart flutter in the same way it always had. This man is taken, taken by someone he’s clearly given his heart to.

“Yeah! My Dollie made this for me along with this sweater! She also gave me this necklace!”

Miles squinted as he took in the details of the strange amulet Wright produced from under his scarf, noting that it looked as if there was an eyedropper vial inside it. There were a few strange droplets within the vial that he wanted to inspect further, but he was stopped by Wright putting the amulet back under his scarf.

“Dollie keeps asking for the amulet back, but I know she’s just joking around. This is a symbol of her love for me!”

“How long have the two of you been together now?” Miles asked despite how continuing to question Wright was making his chest ache.

“Almost eight months! I remember meeting her like it was yesterday, I was studying some cases in the court records room and she came up to me and gave me the necklace! We’ve been together ever since!”

Something in Miles’s head clicked. He had been in the courthouse around that period of time after the Terry Fawles case, visibly cringing when he remembered that case. He knew now that Fawles had, at the least, not been guilty of the illegitimate kidnapping and murder and that Dahlia Hawthorne and the late Valerie Hawthorne had been working together. The trial had ended with no verdict, but he knew that defense attorney, Mia Fey, had bested him. He wished Fawles had not chosen to take his own life on the stand, wanting to indict him for the clearly impure intentions he had towards the younger Dahlia Hawthorne.

“Why are you making that face?” Wright questioned, drawing him out of his thoughts.

“I am simply recalling a past trial from around that time period. It was truly the worst case I could have been given to debut with.”

“I could’ve met you sooner?!”

Wright had apparently only listened to what he was more interested in, which was any information pertaining to the possibility of them reuniting sooner than planned.

Miles let out a sigh and shook his head, mildly amused by Wright’s reaction. He stepped forward and simply flicked his friend’s forehead.

“We would not have been able to meet at that time, I was preoccupied with the failure of said trial.”

“Failure?” Wright tilted his head with the question, an action that once again made Miles struggle.

“The defendant ingested poison on the stand, taking his own life to prevent the witness from being incriminated. It was not a pleasant sight to behold.”

Miles was unaware of what that single conversation was a predecessor to, but he was aware that he still needed to look further into the woman that Wright was enraptured by. He still had no evidence that this woman wouldn’t harm or break Wright’s heart.

The rest of the time spent at the arcade was filled with watching as Wright either failed or succeeded against the games that were set up to waste money. He was dragged into a few games that couldn’t be played alone, expecting to be annoyed, yet still somehow enjoying his time there.

#wrightworth #narumitsu #ace attorney au #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #larry butz

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nijiirorhyme · 4 years

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NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter 2

Sorry for the double upload!

NaruMitsu/WrightWorth Fic: Lights, Camera, Action!

Fandom: Ace Attorney

Ship: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma

Warnings: None

Tags:Alternate Universe - Actors, Other Additional Tags to be Added, More characters to be added

Description: Rookie actor Phoenix Wright can not believe his luck as he scores his first major acting role in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. But, what was better than starring in one of the most anticipated films of the year? Starring in one of the most anticipated films of this year with famous actor Miles Edgeworth.

A Wrightworth acting au where two dorks (eventually) fall in love!

Chapter 2/?

Alternatively, it can be read here!

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Act 1 Scene 2

October 6th, 10:10am

Global Studios: Conference Room

Phoenix shifted in his seat, the heavy formal atmosphere unfamiliar to him. This was his first time ever having to properly sit down with the director of the movie and read through the script together. He needed to remind himself to breathe, and his nerves weren’t exactly aiding him to do so.

‘“Thanks for joining us today.” The director spoke curtly, but nonetheless it caused Phoenix to jump from his own hyper-awareness. “You all know why you’re here, so I’ll cut to the chase before I’m finished with my fourth cup of coffee”

‘Four cups of coffee?’ Phoenix thought. ‘We aren’t even five minutes into the meeting though…’

Just as Phoenix thought that, the strangely dressed director’s assistant smoothly pushed another cup of coffee across the table, comfortably sliding right into the director’s hand. He took a sip, “Make that five, Trite.”

Phoenix swallowed, ‘... I didn’t even say anything… And it’s “Wright”, not “Trite”...’

He soon found out that the director’s name was Godot. A strange name, if you asked Phoenix, but it must be a pseudonym. From then on, Phoenix’s first impression of the man felt like some bizarre dream. It almost felt as if it wasn’t real because every time he opened his mouth, Phoenix couldn’t comprehend anything he was saying. It was like that one incoherent dream he had where he was locked in a bedroom and this one talking pillow spoke to him in riddles about how to find the key.

No Time for Turnabouts, a suspenseful action movie which follows an elite detective known for solving any case he’s assigned to, Detective Kyle Solvit. After years of dedicating his life solely to his career as a detective, he is tasked with his biggest operation yet; taking down the biggest underground crime group, the Liss Family. He carefully crafts an elaborate plan to go undercover as one of their own members in order to take out the group from the inside. However, Ruth Liss, the head of the Liss Family, catches wind of the detective’s plans, causing the entire mission to backfire on him, but not before he is saved by a carefully planned uprising amongst those he caused to turn against them.

Detective Solvit had no time or room for this mission to fail, thus the title of the movie reflected such. The ultimate reason as to why he had this mission in the first place, was not only for the greater good, but because of someone he absolutely needed to save. Years prior to when the movie takes place, Solvit had his first run-in ever with Liss over the debt his family had accumulated and left him with. With absolutely no money in his pockets to repay the debt, Liss takes his older sister as payment, making her his wife. She is never seen again. It is for this reason that Detective Solvit became a detective in the first place, waiting for the day he could see his older sister again.

When Phoenix first auditioned, he auditioned for the part of the super charming and cool detective, Kyle Solvit, but his dreams were dashed once he finally heard the news as to whether or not he passed the auditions. It turned out that they actually casted him as the heartless head of the Liss family. Though it was a shock at first, Phoenix was nevertheless ecstatic to be casted in his first major role… even though he had absolutely no idea how he would portray such a character.

Ruth Liss was a heartless man who prided himself on the fact that he would use anyone and anything to get what he wanted. No matter how many people put their faith in him, no matter how many people pledged allegiance to his family, he was willing to sacrifice anyone and anything to achieve his goal. He kept those who worked under him in line by making them fear him, and those who personally knew him were afraid to even breathe around him, which unfortunately, happened to be the complete opposite of how Phoenix was in real life.

An actor’s job is to portray the characters they are assigned to regardless if they have the same personality as the person portraying them or not, but for Phoenix, this differentiation was hard for him. How could a man who couldn’t even hurt a fly portray someone who would probably kill the fly, then as overkill light its carcass on fire in a way that dramatically displayed his power?

Whatever the answer was, Phoenix would do it. Not only so this movie would be a success, but so he could make his old mentor proud and perhaps… show a certain someone that he was worth at least some respect.

During the meeting, Phoenix remained stiff. From his renditions of his lines to every single time he spoke, he could feel an intense and aggressive stare assaulting him. He only noticed this from the corner of his eye, but the moments he did speak, he started to see Edgeworth’s eyebrows sink lower and lower in displeasement. However, on the contrary to Phoenix’s behaviour, Edgeworth was a natural. He would tell the directors what he would be doing for what scenes, gave constructive criticism on where he thought parts of the script could be improved, and even acted out some of the lines in order to get a feel for the ones he wasn’t necessarily keen about. Phoenix was in absolute awe. The fact that Edgeworth could flawlessly play a character in any genre of movie showed Phoenix how versatile the man was as an actor. Though Edgeworth was particularly mean to him just minutes ago, he was certainly admirable.

Phoenix, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to grasp his footing. As soon as he felt like he finally got it when he tried to interject or give his opinion much like Edgeworth successfully did, it would often fall flat as it would be countered by the man himself. After that, he knew that it would just be better if he didn’t talk after he embarrassed himself by suggesting that Kyle Solvit should perish by the end of the movie to which Edgeworth told him that they wanted to respect the original source material and killing the protagonist after all he went through would simultaneously kill the suspense the rest of the movie spent building up. Not like it was possible to alter the script significantly to begin with, so any of Phoenix’s suggestions were already null and void the moment he opened his mouth to speak.

12:13pm

Once the meeting was finally over, Phoenix took in the deepest breath he had ever taken. For some reason, that meeting was a lot more emotionally draining than he thought it would be, but it felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, making him feel a bit lighter. Sure, he had a lot to do in order to prepare for the days they actually started shooting, but that was a problem for tomorrow’s Phoenix. Right now, the only thing that was on his mind was to go home, kick back, and relax-

“Nick!” Maya’s voice was so loud that it caused his ears to ring and almost spooked him right out of his seat. “Guess what I just did!”

“Something good hopefully?” He cautiously asked in a rising tone.

Maya nodded and gave him a smug look. “Well, I’ve been thinking… Since you and Edgeworth hate each other…” She trailed off.

‘Hate him? I’ve barely even spoken to him enough for me to hate him!’ Phoenix thought.

“I talked to his agent and… guess who’s going out to grab coffee with the two of them!”

Phoenix froze, suspended in the motion of getting up from his seat. He was in utter disbelief. Coffee? With the two of them? How did Maya even get them to agree to this? Was it possible to cancel?

For some reason, the thought of interacting with the man intimidated him. Edgeworth didn’t seem like he was the talkative type, meaning that Phoenix would have to carry the conversation. Every time he thought of that fiery glare the man gave him when he was displeased with the rookie actor, it was enough to send a chill down Phoenix’s spine and send goosebumps all over his body.

One look at Maya told him that she was stoked for this opportunity. She spoke with such pride in her voice and with sparkles in her eyes that even Phoenix had a hard time making up an excuse as to why he couldn’t go. Besides, Maya was involved in almost every aspect of his life which included knowing his schedule and the fact he had nothing planned after this, so making one would be useless regardless.

“When? And how did you get them to agree to this?” He asked, perplexed.

“Now!” Maya grabbed him by the wrist, then started to drag him out of the room and down the hall. She looked over her shoulder right back at him, Phoenix barely being able to keep up with his ecstatic agent, “And I have my ways.” She giggled.

Phoenix didn’t know what strings she pulled, but needless to say, he was not looking forward to this little outing.

October 6th 12:09pm

Global Studios

“Hello, Ms…Von Karma, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Maya Fey, Phoenix Wright’s manager.” Franziska saw a shadow looming over her open binder as she was packing up to leave, an outstretched hand entering her vision.

Franziska looked up, finally making eye contact with the overly friendly girl. “It’s nice to meet you too uh… Ms. Maya Fey…” Hesitantly, she took the other girl’s hand, shaking it firmly. Franziska wasn’t used to this openly expressed friendliness.

“Maya’s just fine.” She said, shifting her own binder to sit more comfortably underneath her arm. A beat of silence passed before she spoke again. “This meeting was interesting! I’ve never been to anything like this before.”

“Indeed…” Franziska responded. “This is your first time being at a pre-production meeting, correct?”

Maya nodded, “Yep, and Nick’s too. We could have gone to more of them… but Nick’s never gotten any main roles besides this one…”

“He does seem like a foolish man.” The manager inwardly cringed when she thought of his suggestions throughout the meeting. Who would have thought that that foolish fool would foolishly recommend something so foolish? Asking if Kyle Solvit could die at the end of the movie… who did he think he was?

“Yep!” Maya affirmed. It seemed that Phoenix Wright was actually the fool she took him as. Then, she added, “That’s how he normally acts, but it’s okay! Somehow, it always ends up working out for him.”

“Somehow?” Franziska inquisitively raised an eyebrow.

Maya stroked her chin, pondering. “Well… there was this one time where he was an extra for this movie and he broke one of the props on set. The director was really mad, but!” Franziska flinched at how loud her voice became to emphasize the word. “Luckily, they made an extra, so all he got was a scolding!”

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Franziska looked down at the whip neatly wrapped around itself in her hand. If the man was here right this moment, she would not hesitate to strike him with it for being the fool he was.

“Anyways, speaking of Nick,” she continued, not even stopping to question why she had such a weapon. “I came here to talk to you about something.”

Usually, Franziska was not one for ideal chit-chat. If she mentally categorized someone as irrelevant, then she would cut the conversation short-- let alone have any conversation at all-- but, for some reason, she couldn’t turn the girl down. For some reason, Maya Fey intrigued her. “What is it?” She asked.

Franziska felt awfully self-conscious of the woman in front of her, watching her as she pushed a stray piece of her long black hair behind her ear. “I was wondering if you and Edgeworth would want to come with us for some coffee or something? After all, I don’t think Edgeworth likes Nick all that much. It’d be a good chance for the two of them to get along.”

Franziska shut her thick binder with a resounding slam, Maya flinching ever so slightly. This caused her to feel slightly guilty, she didn’t mean to scare her. Then, she reached for a smaller notebook--her planner--and flipped it open to today’s date. Giving her and her little brother’s schedule a glance over, she closed it, looking back up at the woman. “Indeed, my little brother and I are not the biggest fans of that fool, but we would be happy to accompany the two of you.” Miles Edgeworth may complain to her later, but this could be considered a professional outing. If they wanted to make this movie good, they needed to cast away their disdain for the other man and get along. Perhaps, this was necessary.

“Yay! Thank you, Franny! I’ll go tell Nick right now! Mr. Godot gave me your number, so I’ll text you the details in a few!” As fast as she entered, just like that, Maya Fey left the room.

Filled with a bit of confusion as she processed the interaction she just had with the woman mere seconds ago, the only thing she could process out of all of that was the fact her heart skipped a beat when she heard Maya call her ‘Franny’.

She smiled to herself. Maybe scheduling this little outing with the two of them wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

#ace attorney #naruhodo ryuichi #mitsurugi reiji #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #wrightworth #narumitsu #i tried

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Duality

As I said, I developed a new AU. And as I promised, here’s the first chapter. I’m very sorry if it contains minor Grammatical errors, English is not my first language, but I’ll give my best to keep its importance!

Title: Duality Fandom: Ace Attorney Genre: AU, Drama, Fantasy, Suspense. Pairing: There’s no pair for now. It may change. Period: 19th century. Includes AA5 characters. Plot: A newborn has arisen in London. Its soul is so pure that it has drawn the attention of the most sordid demon. However, there’s a law which states that for each demon that tries to persuade a soul, there’s also an equivalent angel. Which path this child will choose? Word Count: Chapter 1 - 554 words.

Chapter 1 - Malice

The wastage flowed sneakily in each corner, blended with the cold, lugubrious fog. Fugacious souls, emptied of meaning, spending their mundane durability in futility. Few were capable of perceiving the society from a privileged position. And the expressed connotation doesn’t refer to worthless voluptuousness of old, corrupted, adulterous gentlemen, or to ladies limited to their respective fashioned lives in force at the time. This privileged vision came both above and below of squalor of London alleys.

From above, men that pulled the strings of miserable beings, intertwined in threads that would never be untied. From below, the obscurity appeared sneakier and tenebrous. The same malicious air that lurked with arrogance the human fragility. From the sewers, undesirable animals and fetid air weren’t the only elements the city used to exhale. From below, malicious ravenous beings took form gradually, their shadows slowly dared to take the first steps headed to artificial light of civilization. Among the fog, they felt the odor of naïve souls, ready to be devoured.

Among these nocturnal beings, however, there was one that couldn’t feel the desire of satiating its starvation. Its necessity was deeper, dirtier. It has been hundreds of years since he last emerged from surface, but a new scent invaded his senses. A newborn, whose soul sparkled a silver essence as the moon reflected on the crystalline water of a fair lake.

From the balcony of a grand hotel, whose landscape reached the child’s backlit window, two silhouettes exhaled their obscenity in their meeting.

“It’s been a while since the last time I saw you on the surface.”, the first one uttered.

“There’s no need of formality between us. We both know that my interest in this world revived along with that child.”

“It is clear, I see. But if you allow me the intrusion, why have you come this early? The child shall need a few years before granting access to its own soul.”

“I don’t wish to devour its soul. My goal is another.”

“So are you capable of something more despicable?”

“This is the reason why we differ from our depraved species. We feel satiety in pleasure of breaking the purity that insists on blossoming in this world. A single spark is capable of giving hope to men. My goal is extinguishing it at all costs. This world shall keep grey, hopeless.”

“Then I assume you will infiltrate its home soon.”

“Indeed.”, his red eyes lighted up with his greed and malice.

“Only stay in place about your duality. For each sordid demon, there is always an equal rival angel. It’s the law which we were submitted to. Soon you shall meet him. For now, keep elaborating your plan. It will be a pleasure to follow you during the next years.”

“The pleasure will be all mine. By the way, which name have you been using in this form?”

“Simon Blackquill.”, the silhouette came out from the shadows, flaunting a long, black coat with buttons studded in white. When the light reflected in his eyes, a yellow reflection wandered his iris. His hair descended until his torso, dense and black as the moonless night. A minor white segment wandered his fringe until loses itself in the darkness of other strings of his hair. “Have you decided your cognomen yet?”

“Miles Edgeworth.”, and he smiled perversely.

#fanfic #duality #victorian demon!angel au #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #simon blackquill

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