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“would you come to my funeral?” + narumitsu

"I'm going to write something short," I say, and then come out with nearly 1300 words of Angst. But this really was the perfect line for some good angst, and so I hope you like it! (and please excuse any typos, I very much have not done any editing here)

Thanks, Sparrow! :)

Send me a randomly-generated line of dialogue and some characters, and I'll write a (relatively) short fic!

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It’s raining. That’s the thing that Phoenix notices, first—the way the water collects on the pane-glass of the window, the office dark and silent otherwise.

How long has he been in the building for the weather to have changed so drastically? How long did it take to extricate himself from the aftermath of the trial, to escape the celebrations and cheer once he’d noticed the conspicuous absence where someone should have been?

Long enough for the cup of tea abandoned on the desk to have gone stone-cold, he realizes, when he presses his fingers gently against the side of the delicate china vessel. Long enough that Miles Edgeworth might be long gone by now, and he’d have to ride his bicycle home in the storm, without even getting a chance to check in with his oldest friend.

Motion, from the corner of his eye, and Phoenix swings around to a previously unexamined corner of the room, in the shadow of the vibrant pink sofa and the framed jacket on the wall. A hiding place, of sorts, and for half a second he feels the chill of adrenaline through his veins as he wonders if he’s about to be attacked in Edgeworth’s office, victim of a trap planted for the prosecutor and not for him.

But he relaxes, as much as is possible, when he recognizes the figure slumped against the wall by his distinctive cravat, his steel-grey hair. Miles Edgeworth, looking distinctly miserable, but Phoenix will take it if it means he’s here.

“Of course you’d manage to find me,” the man grumbles, and Phoenix laughs, awkwardly.

“Well, you know what they say about defense attorneys,” he jokes, hand combing through the hair on the back of his neck. “Always sticking our noses where they don’t belong.”

Miles huffs, as though he can’t be bothered to dignify that with a response. With some trepidation, Phoenix moves closer, kneels next to him, attempts to put himself on a level with the prosecutor. He doesn’t quite reach out, the way he so desperately wants to, because he’s never quite sure where exactly he stands with Edgeworth, these days. He’d hoped, that since they’d cleared up the history behind the DL-6 incident, that they would have properly reconnected, but…

Well. It’s unfortunate that they only ever seem to see each other at opposing ends of the courtroom, or so it seems.

But Edgeworth looks so downtrodden that Phoenix can’t help but want to help him, and so he crosses his legs and leans against the wall, nearly casually, and risks his life to ask his next question:

“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you out with everyone else, celebrating a job well done?”

“Wright. Really?”

“Well, yeah, maybe it didn’t turn out quite as well as it could have, but...we’re still a step closer to fixing the justice system, aren’t we? Sure, the Chief Prosecutor’s….in jail, and the Police Chief is...alsoin jail, but--”

“Wright, I’m going to stop you before you can jam your foot even further in your mouth than it already is.”

“That’s...probably a good idea, yeah.”

They pause, for a moment, listening to the wind and the raindrops against the window. A distant lightning strike illuminates the office, and Phoenix is reminded of quite how high up they are.

“Would you come to my funeral?” Edgeworth asks, apropos of nothing, and Phoenix’s head whips around almost faster than he can process the words.

“Your—Miles, what are you--” He can’t form a full sentence, finding his mind blank even at the prospect. Edgeworth sighs, deeply, and leans his head back against the wall, eyes closed.

“My funeral, Wright, it’s not that difficult of a question. At such a time as I perish, whether through natural or unnatural means, would you attend the event that I assume someone would inevitably arrange for honoring my memory or other such tripe.”

Phoenix is still stuck processing, the very prospect of Edgeworth and death and funerals all sparking associations he’d rather not think too hard about, calling to mind the ceremony they’d had for Mia not even six months ago—and, even earlier, the image of a far younger Miles Edgeworth in a black suit, surrounded by arrangements of lilies and with an unreadable expression.

“I—well, in a purely hypothetical scenario, because you aren’t going to have a funeral anytime soon—in that case, of course I would come to your funeral, Miles, what do you take me for?”

“Truthfully, I don’t know. I’m not—” and Edgeworth pauses, clutching at the fabric of his sleeve as he averts his gaze to the opposite corner of the room. “I’m not exactly a paradigm of innocence, and your reputation for...well…”

“Are you still trying to say that you’re guilty when we’ve proven that time and time again to be untrue? Miles, c’mon, that’s bullshit. And—my reputation?What, do you think I’d even care, if you were—”

“Wright, surely you’re not that much in denial. I’m as much guilty of evidence tampering as Lana Skye. And worse—you know the tactics us prosecutors employ. I did not gain the name Demon Prosecutor for nothing. I’m not—you shouldn’t even associate with me.”

Phoenix frowns, eyebrows furrowing. He’s clenching his hands into fists, he realizes, as he takes a deep breath and focuses on trying to have this discussion rationally, as much as possible.

“Miles Edgeworth, you can’t blame yourself for doing as you were taught. You were only a child, you should have been able to trust your mentor figures—it wasn’t on you to be able to construct a detailed critique of the legal system! And you think that I wouldn’t associate with you because of that? I guess…” he swallows, looking away from the prosecutor. “I guess you don’t know me as well as I thought you did, then.”

The silence is almost tangible, as they let Phoenix’s words sink in, settle around them in the dark office. In his mind, Phoenix begins to count the seconds that it’s taking Edgeworth to answer—one, two, three…

“I suppose I don’t,” he finally supplies, and that’s it, then, the kind of sentence you don’t continue a conversation from. It’s not the only thing he seems to want to say, Phoenix notes, but it’s the only thing he vocalizes, letting the sound of the rain fill in the empty spaces.

Phoenix breathes out, slowly, and stands up. His knees pop as he does, tiny cracking noises competing with the rumble of thunder from outside.

He looks over his shoulder, and Edgeworth’s still on the ground, avoiding eye contact. It’s not like he wants to leave, but…

Maybe Miles just needs some time alone. He seems to have a lot on his mind, and Phoenix probably isn’t helping by bothering him with conversation.

He lets himself out of the office, vowing to himself that he’ll check back in tomorrow morning, when the rainstorm’s let up and the world’s back to normal. He isn’t going to let Edgeworth wallow in his thoughts for too long, at least.

Overnight, the rain fades to nothing, clouds making way for soft sunshine, promising bright blue skies for the day and uncharacteristically warm weather for February. Miles Edgeworth’s office window lets in the sunlight, where it illuminates the grand desk and the items on top of it. In turn, the light falls on a pen, a nameplate, a lamp.

A teacup, still half-full from the night before. And…

A note, with one single line of neat cursive penned in the middle of the crisp, textured paper:

Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Caligula Effect (Video Game), Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Female Character(s), The Caligula Effect Protagonist, Akagi Touma, Yumizuru Eleonora, Minamoto Mamori, Kurono Kiria Additional Tags: So okay in like. One line Mizuki mentions that she’s dating Kensuke, but one line, is not enough to tag it, Mizuki Shima is my name for the Caligula Effect protag Summary:

Mizuki Shima. Her life has been hard. She gets drawn into a perfect world.

…Mizuki has choices.

…So technically this is an OC fic and it’s a mix between this game and another but fuck it. 

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin & Miyanagi Chinami | Dahlia Hawthorne Characters: Miyanagi Chinami | Dahlia Hawthorne, Garyuu Kirihito | Kristoph Gavin, Ganto Kaiji | Damon Gant, Karuma Gou | Manfred von Karma, Outorou Shingo | Matt Engarde, Ooba Kaoru | Wendy Oldbag Summary:

What would happen if you locked Kristoph Gavin, Dahlia Hawthorne, Matt Engarde, Damon Gant, and Manfred von Karma in a courtroom together? This. This is what would happen.

And that’s all! My KG:BA fic is fully completed! I thanked them in the fic notes, but I’d like to thank @greentrickster and @sanpape for the ideas in the fic! (Also I had a ton of writing juice today for some reason. I literally finished the last three chapters of my Café au and KG:BA today.)

Arata and Souma for the ask game!

Arata:

Souma:

Trick or treat!

Ok well you've read all my wips but have this stupid one from the VBS superhero au because it's funny:

They’re all hanging out after practice when Mita casually goes “Hey, is it true your group name was Gurney flap back in the day?”

Azusawa’s eyes widen and Akimine chokes on her drink.

Arata sighs. “Yes, that was our name.”

“Wow, I heard you had a death wish, but I didn’t think you worked it into your band name.” 

“Ok one, it’s a racecar reference. Two, it was Souma’s idea.” 

“Oh no, that’s unfortunate,” Azusawa says. 

Shinonome looks confused. “Wait, what? I don’t get it.”

“A gurney flap is the thing on the back of a racecar,” Arata explains. “It’s a normal thing to reference.”

“Ok but like what does it have to do with your death wish?”

“I didn’t–” Arata says but then he stops. “Shinonome, do you know what a gurney is?”

“No.”

“It’s the thing people are wheeled to hospitals in,” Arata says in a tone of voice that probably implies he added you fucking idiot to the end of that sentence, and Shinonome looks annoyed.

“Oh, I know what those are, obviously, they go down the street all the time, I just didn’t know the word.”

“Gurneys… are going down the street… Shinonome do you mean an ambulance?”

“Huh?”

Arata tries not to scream. “Shinonome, an ambulance is the big white trucks that people drive. A gurney is like a small bed on wheels that people put an injured person on to take them to the ambulance and move them around the hospital.”

Shinonome nods. “Oh. right. Then, what’s a racecar.”

Arata blinks. “Oh, you’re fucking with me.”

“Huh?”

“Akito grew up in America,” Toya says quickly, “so he doesn’t know a lot of things.”

“They have ambulances in America?” 

“He grew up somewhere rural.”

“They teach about them. And racecars.”

“He was homeschooled.”

Whumptober Day 14: Used As Bait (Alt. Prompt)

Carrot and Stick

Akito gets kicked across the floor of the cabin so hard he feels his ribs crack. Despite the pain, he bears his teeth at the humans that captured him.

“What do you even want ?!” Akito screeches at the humans.

“Well, I’ll take one of two things,” one man holding a how says. “Either you lose your human skin and let us have some of those dragon scales…”

“Stupid idiot!” Akito snaps. ”We don’t shed our skin! Can’t tell the difference between dragons and Selkies?”

Besides, Akito’s too young to grow into full dragon form yet. He can cough out a few sparks and catch prey with the best of them, but being big enough to bite these guys' heads off isa couple of years away. Even his tail isn’t that long.

“Pity,” the man says. “Then kiddo, you should start crying loud enough for your mother to hear.”

“My mother?” Akito frowns. “Dummy, she’s nowhere near here, I’m an independent hatchling. Besides, if you think you can handle my mom, you should just set yourselves on fire now.”

The man stomps on Akito’s leg and there’s a horrible crack . “Kid, we know there was a large, brown dragon flying around here as recently as yesterday, and you were following her around, so start crying. ”

Oh. Ena. They think Ena’s a fully-grown dragon. Humans are really dumb. Why go picking on dragons if you don’t know anything about them.

But the bigger problem is that Ena’s not going to come rescue him. She’s just waiting until he can transform so she can leave him to fend for himself and fend for herself, the proper dragon way. 

Their parents were off and not set to come back for a few centuries to see if they survived to proper adulthood, Ena wouldn’t go out of her way to help him.

But Akito can’t let these guys know that. Because then they’ll just kill him.

So he hisses at them and curls in on himself, his tail barely fully wrapping around him.

The men all laugh. 

“Alright, kid,” the first man says. “Maybe another beast can convince you since what I’m trying to say is too advanced for you.”

Akito spits at him as he turns to leave, and several large dogs enter the cabin. They all bear their teeth at him and stare at him black beady eyes.

Akito bears his fangs back and spits a few sparks their direction, but it only stops them for a second. 

The dogs have razor-sharp teeth, but their ribs are poking out through their skin. They’re starving.

“Go away!” Akito shouts as they back him into a corner. Ok, this is fine. Just a big flame! Something strong enough to keep them away. “Go away!” Akito repeats, trying again to spout an actual flame to no avail.

Akito sucks in a big breath and breathes as hard as possible, and flames erupt over the dogs.

For a second, Akito thinks he actually did it, but then he realizes the flames are coming from the wrong angle, and Ena’s perched at the top of a large hole in the cabin.

“Ena!” Akito yells. “Look out, they want your scales!” There’s the sound of footsteps and men yelling, but Ena ignores them and swoops down to slash at the ropes tying Akito. Akito climbs onto her back just as the men reach the cabin, and Ena releases a breath of colorful flames in their faces.

There are screams, but Ena ignores them and flies away.

“Did they find the cave?” Ena asks. 

“No, they got me while I was hunting,” Akito says. 

“Seriously? No hunting alone!” 

“You’re always sleeping! I gotta practice before I transform!”

“You don’t need that much practice!” Ena flies to the mountain and then transforms back a ways from the cave. “Do you want me to carry you still?”

“I can walk!” Akito says. “I’m stronger than you as a human anyway.”

Ena rolls her eyes but makes special care to keep in step with Akito instead of going ahead like she usually would.

When they get back to the cave, Ena makes sure she’s ok, then immediately leaves.

Akito can hear the screams from the burning village from the cave.

People don’t understand the concept of liking two characters’ relationship in multiple contexts. They can be lovers in one setting and just friends in another, their dynamic doesn’t have to be consistent in every piece of art I make.

Every writing advice ever: If you’re having trouble with a scene, skip it and write a different part of the story.

Me: If I don’t write in chronological order, I will die

Could you reblog this if you enjoy seeing your writer friends ramble about their wips on your dash?