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One small Change Chapter 6-

. Hickfield Clinic

June 15th 2026.

" Didn't expect to see you two so soon." Phoenix looked up from the book he was reading  and greeted Apollo and Trucy. The older lawyer was laying on his hospital bed, his right foot was  in a cast and resting on a pillow at the end of the bed.

" Mr Wright!! Are you Ok?? What happened?" " Daddy! Uncle Miles is home!" " One thing at a time kids, plus Apollo call me Phoenix remember?" Apollo blushed and muttered " Sorry, Phoenix"

The man smiled as he put his book down, carefully marking his page by folding over a corner.  " So my lovely husband is home eh? I can just see his expression now, " Phoenix chuckled and sighed thoughtfully. He picked up a napkin that was on his bedside table and tucked it into his hospital gown, " Wright.. what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?" Phoenix said in the best Edgeworthesque voice he could do. Apollo was perplexed seeing the grown man of 33 tucking a napkin into his shirt, until he realised that Phoenix was doing an impression of his husband. Apollo had to stifle a laugh as he tried to remain serious, after all  his boss was in hospital,  

" Ok, enough jokes, what happened? Are you Ok?"

Phoenix leaned back into the soft pillows of his hospital bed. "  I was the victim of a hit and run. Picture me tossed 30 feet in the air and only stopping when I hit a telephone pole. He did try to swerve though."

" WHATTTT???" Apollo exclaimed. " You hit a telephone pole with your head? "

" No need to shout Apollo. I know you have chords of steel, but I don't fancy losing my hearing at 33. "

" Sorry" Apollo sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. " But.. I see you have your foot in a cast..." " Well spotted my horn-haired friend, my only injury was a broken ankle and concussion"

`I'm not surprised` Apollo thought. ` He really is as lucky as they say. Also Horn-head? Please that not be a new nickname for me`

" Last night after I finished up my work, I was heading to Aiden Tae's restaurant to pick up some takeaway pizza for dinner. Then it happened. The car sent me flying, nicked a telephone pole then sped away.   If you can find out who did it, maybe I can sue them for damages. Here, I'll draw you a map. " Phoenix  sketched an outline of the local area on another napkin, marking the place he was hit, just outside People Park. Apollo was impressed by how good the map was, despite the crude material it was drawn on. ` Well he is a courtroom artist after all` Apollo remembered.

" But I am a defence attorney, not a detective!" The brunette argued. " True, but remember I am technically a legal assistant, so your job will involve investigations and such. Sadly, it looks like you won't be defending anyone soon, but you can earn some money by doing various investigations. I got a call this morning regarding a stolen noodle cart. Since I am out of commission, I put my trust in you Apollo to help run things whilst I recover. He will be meeting you at the office. Come and see me if you have any updates. " Phoenix smiled tiredly at his employee.

" You trust me?" Apollo stammered, a bit taken aback by Phoenix's admission.

" Of course I do. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here now."

Apollo couldn't argue with that.

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Apollo's first investigation was to locate a stolen noodle cart owned by some weird guy with what looked like a bowl of noodles on his head. The man's name was Guy Eldoon and he explained that he had woken up that morning to find his noodle cart gone.  Not only the cart was stolen, but everything inside it, bowls, the pot used to boil the broth. Everything. With Trucy in tow, the defence attorney headed to where Phoenix had been hit- which turned out to be outside the mansion of a well-known gangster family- The Kitakis.

Outside the mansion, the duo found Little Plum, the matriarch of the family. She was cleaning up the spilled paint outside her family home. She told them about the car that had hit Phoenix; it had been green and had sped off towards the nearby Meraktis clinic after crashing into the tins of paint outside the mansion.  Not only that, but she had been a victim of the panty thief. At that moment, a young woman appeared outside the mansion, who called Little Plum “ mother” indicating that she was familiar with the family.  Trucy gave the woman a flyer for the Wright-Justice Law office. - “ Just in case” she said. Apollo found a broken wing mirror and a pair of hospital slippers in a rubbish bin outside People Park. Sadly, Apollo and Trucy couldn’t enter it as there had been an incident.

The next stop was the Meraktis clinic, where Apollo found the car that had been involved in the hit and run. Not only that but,  he found  a mobile phone and Trucy’s panties in the tailpipe of the car. ( Thanks to Apollo remembering one of Phoenix’s cases where he found a scarf up the tailpipe of Edgeworth’s car)

“ Thank you Apollo! You found my panties! Here let me show you what they do!”

“ THEY WERE A PROP IN A MAGIC SHOW? YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME!”  A flustered Apollo stated.

“ You never asked.” Trucy responded.

“ We better get back to Mr Wright for a progress report... opps.. I mean Phoenix” grumbled the exasperated Apollo.  

“ You went as red as your clothes Polly!” Trucy giggled as the two headed back to the clinic.

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Fanfic idea: AU where Phoenix dosen't exist, and Maya gets the guilty verdict and goes to jail and changes into prison clothes (can either be orange jumpsuit or stripes) Please? :)

Ohhh nice! I like that idea. I will definitely give it a go.  Maya gets the state attorney instead of Phoenix.

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Nerd Poker

Inspired by @georgialeflayart artwork of Strip Poker with Drunk Edgeworth and Plumed Punisher. 

I am a terrible person as I was going to write another fic about secret agent lawyers but i have writer’s block. 

Title. Nerd Poker.

Rated T maybe. 

Phoenix wasn’t exactly sure how this had happened.  All he knew was that it was something he has never seen before or willl see again. 

What had started as a * friendly* game of strip poker with Maya, Apollo  Blackquil and Klavier with drinks had ended up in a full scale argument between an underwear clad Maya and a nearly naked Edgeworth. The argument was about the merits of the Plumed Punisher of Khur’ain verses the untouchable Steel Samurai. 

It had started innocently enough. Apollo was on a break from Khur’ain for a week and Phoenix had invited him around for drinks and a catch up session.  Somehow a few beers had turned into a game of strip poker ( suggested by a rather merry Klavier) Phoenix was glad Trucy was with Athena and Pearl since he dreaded the thought of Trucy seeing her family in various states of undress. What puzzled Phoenix the most was how they had got Edgeworth. Prime and proper Edgeworth whose idea of spicing up your love life in the bedroom consisted of chocolate sauce and marshmallows. Edgeworth,who always blushed deep red whenever Phoenix saw his husband even without a cravat. 

How did they get Edgeworth to agree to play strip poker again? Phoenix deduced  copious amounts of alcohol were involved.

As expected, Phoenix was trumping everyone, having only lost his jacket, waistcoat and tie. ( Given to Edgeworth when he complained his neck was cold) Apollo had managed to remain somewhat decent in his shirt sleeves and trousers. Klavier was shirtless, as was Blackquil surprisingly enough. ( Who Phoenix admitted looked very attractive. How had he agreed to this as well? Phoenix just shrugged and figured alcohol) Maya was in her underwear but didn’t care that she was the only woman in the room. Then again, Maya was always up for a laugh or let her hair down after training for so long. 

Of course there had to be a loser, who of course was the nearly naked form of Phoenix’s husband. The game had now been abandoned for the current heated discussion between Maya, Edgeworth and Blackquil. Apollo was too busy fighting off a tipsy and overly flirtatious Klavier to even care.  Feeling left out, Phoenix did all he could to support his husband’s argument- hold him from behind and mimic his hand gestures. 

“ I think you will find, the Steel Samurai is vastly superior to that Khur’ainese knock off. “ Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth slurred, his face flushed from the effects of one to many fireballs. 

“ Na ah!” Maya retorted “ I think it is a great homage! Wouldn’t it be awesome to have some crossover between the two heroes?” 

“ And ruin the entire premise of the show? PAH! I bet that drivel would sever.. sev... really undermine the.. show. I haven’t been this outraged since I saw the abysmal reboot.” came Edgeworth’s slurred response. 

“ You mean Steel Samurai X?” Simon Blackquil chimed in. “ Yes it was a complete travesty and insulted the original. However, I believe Fey-domo has a point. The two should meet up and unleash their power upon a new villain that neither can defeat alone. “ 

“ YES! That disgusting excuse for a show!” Edgeworth spat. Phoenix had to admit his beloved was extremely adorable when he was drunk. His pale face flushed, his perfect silver tresses slightly dishevelled, and as Phoenix noted, his nipples standing proudly on his milky skin. The attorney had to remind himself that he wasn’t alone since he really wanted to play with them. Twice he had let his hands wander down to Miles’s chest to tweak those perfect nubs but... upon meeting Apollo’s disproving eye, he abruptly stopped. 

So Phoenix continued mimicking Edgeworth’s moves to amused smiles until Edgeworth turned around and gave him a drunken death glare. 

“ Wright! Grow up”

“ Says the nearly naked prosecutor arguing with my best friend over children’s TV shows.” 

“ That’s nearly naked CHIEF prosecutor to you.” 

“ Ok I think we had better head to bed.” Phoenix gestured to the small group. 

“ Ja..”

“ Good Idea Wright-domo”

A soft snore came from Apollo who was already passed out on Klavier’s shoulder. 

“ Yeah.. Nick” Maya yawned in response. 

“ I agree.. You may have won that match Wright, but  I won that argument” Edgeworth muttered into Phoenix’s neck as he shivered. 

“ Yeah yeah.. whatever you say dear.” Phoenix grinned as he helped his beloved husband stand up and escorted him to their bedroom. 

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One Small Change

Chapter 5- Magic Panties and Demon prosecutors. 

Summery: Apollo enters the Wright Justice Law office and sees Trucy talking to someone..

Wright- Justice Law Office. 

June 15th 

10am

Apollo had been working at the Wright- Justice Law office for two months now, Despite his work involving nothing more than administration and paperwork, he had settled in well. He found it frustrating that he had no real cases as of yet, but at least he had a job. ( Even if it meant only getting his boss coffee or cleaning the toilet.) 

As a boss, Mr Wright was very different from Mr Gavin. Phoenix Wright seamed kinder and more understanding of Apollo’s situation. He would support Apollo anyway he could, to which the younger attorney was thankful. After those initial two months, Apollo had gotten over his “fanboy phase* and was now used to his boss.

 Mr Wright or Phoenix as he was called after office hours, Apollo would describe as an embarrassing dad. He would always tell really lame jokes and embarrass him no end. It reached a point where Apollo swore Phoenix was more like his dad and not his employer. 

However this morning, something seemed different. 

“ Morning Mr Wright...” Apollo called as he entered the law offices. 

No answer. 

Great, Ignore me. Apollo grumbled. “ I said , Good morning Mr Wright! Geez  normally you complain about my voice being too loud for your ears. You don’t have to ignore me!” He repeated a little louder this time. 

“ I assure you Mr Justice, I can hear you just fine”

What. 

That voice. That wasn’t Mr Wright’s voice. It sounded too.. articulate for him. No this was someone different. Apollo walked around the corner, past the reception area to his desk, and stopped dead in his tracks. 

Standing talking to Trucy Wright was a silver haired man dressed in maroon and wearing a cravat. Apollo knew exactly who that was. There wasn’t many people who still wore a cravat in 2026.

Miles Edgeworth- formerly known as the demon prosecutor. 

“ Polly!” Trucy waved at him. Her face beaming with a delighted smile “ Good morning! Have you met Papa?” At this point, Apollo chose to remember that Miles Edgeworth was Phoenix’s husband. 

Apollo’s vocal chords chose this moment to malfunction, just as the man himself turned to him. Edgeworth pushed his glasses up his nose as he turned to face the younger attorney. 

“ Mr Apollo Justice I presume? I have heard a lot of good things about you from Wright and Ms Trucy here. I am Miles Edgeworth, current Chief Prosecutor of the district. “ He held out his hand for Apollo to shake. Apollo could only stare at the gold band glinting on the man’s ring finger as he weakly clasped the other’s hand and shake it nervously. 

Damn. Why did his palms have to sweat at that moment? He watched Mr Edgeworth pull a handkerchief from his pocket and discreetly wipe his hands on it. 

“ I’m sorry!” Apollo blurted out. “ I...”

Trucy just giggled. “ Awww Papa, you made Polly blush! I haven’t seen him like this since he met Daddy”

Mr Edgeworth just smiled softly at her. “ So I heard. It can’t be helped Mr Justice since our trials are legendary and have been passed into text books.”

Apollo meekly nodded, remembering how he had read examples of trials where the defence team ( illustrated by a picture of Phoenix Wright) would work with the prosecuting team ( illustrated by a picture of Miles Edgeworth) to find the truth of the crime and bring the perpetrator to justice.

“ Papa is home from Europe! He is staying here now! Isn’t that great Polly?” Trucy excited smile seemed to light the whole room as she bounced on her feet. 

“ E-urope?” Apollo managed to squeak out.

“ Yes I regularly travel to Europe to study their legal systems as well as visit my sister Franziska who works with Interpol. Now I come home to settle with my family after my recent promotion and what do I hear? My foolish husband has got himself run over by a car”

“ WHAT?? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO MR WRIGHT? HIT BY A CAR? IS HE OK?” Apollo didn’t realise he had shouted until he saw Mr Edgeworth wince. 

“ Not so loud Mr Justice. I am only 33 and my hearing is as sharp as ever. I am surprised Wright isn’t deaf by now. “

“ So..rry sir” Apollo muttered as he hung his head in shame. 

Way to go Justice and annoy your boss’s husband. First you cover his hand in your sweat and now you unleash your Chords of Steel on him. You better count your lucky stars if you never met him in court. 

“ As I was saying, Mr Wright was knocked down by a car last night, but he appears to be fine- as usual. A mild concussion from hitting a lampost and a fractured ankle. Nothing too worry about.  I am amazed at his luck. The moment I return from my trip, he decides to get hit by a car!” Edgeworth tutted at the last remark. 

“ You know Daddy! He is a tough cookie!” Trucy grinned at him. “ He’s been through worse and still came out alright. Are you going to visit him?”

“ Of course I am. I will be seeing him shortly. I am sure he will be very pleased to see me” Apollo spotted the glint in Edgeworth’s eye and shuddered at the thought of his boss and his husband alone in bed.

“ Anyway dear Trucy, take care. I will see you later on and I hope your... undergarments are found swiftly” Edgeworth turned to leave “ It was a pleasure to meet you Justice. I am sure our paths will cross again in the near future. Farewell” 

Apollo gulped as he watched the intimidating stature of the demon prosecutor leave the agency. 

“ Wait.. “ He said turning to Trucy before the magician could tease him about meeting her Papa. “ What’s this about your.. undergarments?” 

“ Oh! You mean my Magic panties! Someone stole them last night” Trucy said matter-of-factly. 

“ WHAT? WHO WOULD STEAL A LITTLE GIRL’S PANTIES? AND MAGICAL? HOW CAN PANTIES BE MAGICAL?”

“ Calm down Polly,” Trucy huffed standing with her hands on her hips. “ and not so loud ok? It’s bad enough that Daddy complains he has ringing in his ears every morning.”

Opps. I overdid it. Don’t want Mr Wright to lose his sense of hearing at 33. 

“ I’m sorry.. please explain to me everything that happened.”

“  What makes them magical Polly is that they hold an extra dimension in them! which can hold all sorts of things from jewellery to Daddy’s court suit!  I had just washed them after coming home from the Wonder Bar. Daddy goes there to catch up with his recent clients and the owner lets me practice my tricks in front of a larger crowd so I can get used to it Anyway, I left them to dry on the windowsill and the next thing I knew they were gone! We need to find the panty thief!” 

“ Ok so.. are you sure they didn’t fall into the street?” Apollo suggested. 

“ I looked. they were gone. Daddy says he will sue the thief if we catch him. I think he is joking though” Trucy said thoughtfully/ “ By the way, I am 15, I am not a little girl Apollo!” 

“OK!” the brunette defence attorney said raising his hands in surrender. 

Huh Mr Wright suing someone for stealing his daughter’s underwear.. sounds like him strangely enough. Apollo thought.

“ Ok Trucy, Let’s catch the Panty thief and check in on Mr Wri.. Dad.. I mean Phoenix.” 

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Chapter 4 Beta read version

It was too much for Apollo to take in. After seeing his boss being hauled away in handcuffs, he wasn’t sure where he stood at this point since his mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. Who would take him on now- a defence attorney who incarcerated his own boss? 

Yet, at the same time, here he was being offered an opportunity of a lifetime. Phoenix Wright, now cleared of murder for the third time and his idol, was offering him a job. 

Apollo watched the man sitting on the other side of the booth from him, sipping his coffee, the magician girl sitting quietly beside him. It turned out that her name was Trucy and she was Mr Wright’s adopted daughter, having adopted her after the last trial he had taken as a defence attorney. 

“Penny for your thoughts, Apollo.” The older man’s concern was touching as the younger looked down at his cup of coffee. 

“I… have so many questions… like..” Apollo stopped, flushing beet red. “How did this happen to you? You were a respected attorney with a promising career. How could everyone just… lose faith in you?” 

Mr. Wright looked serious for a moment, his fingers toying absentmindedly with the handle of his coffee cup. “It’s a long story, Apollo. “

“I have time. It’s not like I will do anything else now I am unemployed,” Apollo muttered tartly. “How can I trust you, especially after what you just told me?”

As he now knew, when Olga had said in her testimony that Mr Wright had *strangled* Shadi Smith, she was out right lying. Mr. Wright hadn’t strangled him; all he had done was take a locket that was around the victim’s neck. 

When Mr. Wright paused to take another sip of coffee, Trucy took that moment to excuse herself, slipping out from the booth and walking toward the front counter. Mr. Wright turned to Apollo after she was lost to sight. “Shadi Smith was Trucy’s biological father.” Mr. Wright’s voice was hard and clipped, taking a large swallow of his coffee. “He had no need for the locket anymore since he is dead and I am Trucy’s legal guardian. That was the reason why I took it.” 

Apollo nodded, sighing, still uneasy, taking a shaky sip. He was so confused that he didn’t trust himself to speak and sat in silence until Trucy’s return a few moments later. She took one look at the expression on his face and jumped to her father’s defence, instantly divining the reason behind it.

“Polly, Daddy is a good guy!” she scolded, slipping in to sit beside her father once again and patting the back of his hand. “Sure, he is sneaky but he has a good heart!“ She looked at him, that beaming smile returning to her face. "Come and work for us!”

Trucy’s cheerful voice shattered the cloud of doubt in his mind but something about her seemed… familiar, somehow, but he couldn’t understand why. 

“Wait… US? Plural?” Apollo blurted out, his face reddening slightly. “What do you mean? You work too? You’re only 15!” Surely Mr. Wright wouldn’t force his daughter to work… would he? Mr. Wright just chuckled. “The only work she does is just her homework. She uses the office to practice tricks and entertain my clients and a little magic really helps relax anyone nervous about meeting me. As I am sure you found out for yourself.”

Apollo had to agree with that one. 

“Besides,” he added, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, “how else would she get her allowance?” 

Apollo was beginning to understand that the man he was sitting opposite him was crafty, but a good father to his daughter. He was reminded him so much of Dhurke for a moment that Apollo closed his eyes and rubbed his wrist. 

“Polly, did you know that when you are nervous, the muscles in your wrist tighten? “ Trucy inquired, her eyes flickering down to his wrist and then back up again. 

“Huh??” Apollo stuttered, looking down at his bracelet in shock

Mr. Wright chuckled. “Trucy is the one that taught me how to look for tics and twitches and it looks like she found yours!” He paused for a moment, taking another sip of his coffee.“ I found out about it when I invited an old friend of mine, Larry, around for a game of cards; Truce couldn’t sleep, so she watched me. When I got drinks for everyone, she informed me of Larry’s rather obvious twitch: He sticks his tongue out when he’s thinking. After that, I sort of knew what to look for.” 

Apollo nodded again. Why was talking to this man making him so nervous? 

“Mr. Wright…” He stuttered, his face reddening as he struggled to make his foolish mouth work.

“Please, call me Phoenix. You can call me Mr. Wright in a professional setting. For now, we are just having a friendly chat.”

“So… how did you just give up defending the innocent? Surely a mere penalty wasn’t enough to force you into a career change? The Phoenix Wright I read about was one to never give up!” 

“True” Phoenix agreed with a soft sigh, “but losing my reputation and every client I had thereafter the said penalty of guilty was certainly enough.”

“Oh.” Apollo didn’t know what to say to that so he wisely kept silent. If Mr.-Phoenix-wishes to speak of it, he’ll tell me so himself…

“ Looks like it’s story time Apollo. “ 

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“Leave the bottle, Al,” Phoenix Wright muttered to the bar tender as he downed another glass of grape juice. 

 Phoenix had hit rock bottom and his last trial had been a disaster. How was he supposed to know that the diary page was fake?

“ Finally, You couldn’t resist, could you Herr Wright?”

“ Resist what? Present solid evidence?” 

Damn it. Damn it all. He had been set up. Someone had given him forged evidence… Well to be honest, someone had given that little girl a forged diary page who, in turn, had given it to him. He had no one to blame but himself for being too naive, too trusting. They had even got the forger in to confirm that it had been fake. 

His Bar association hearing had been a mere three months ago and the Judge’s words were still etched on his mind like that accursed diary page. 

“ Mr Phoenix Wright, do you know why you have been called here?”

“Yes, Sir. I presented forged evidence in a court of law.”“ 

“Up until now, you have been certainly a maverick in the courtroom, but nothing less than an honest lawyer. “ The Judge’s voice was subdued. “Did you have any previous knowledge that the evidence you presented was fake?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you know who commissioned the forgery?”

“No, Sir.” 

“Until we know more about this offence, we need to punish you for your failure to properly and thoroughly validate the aforementioned evidence. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, Your Honour.”  Phoenix’s voice was soft, the fingers of his left hand curling into a fist at his side the only outward sign of his disquiet.

“Despite this being your first offence, we are afraid that this will incur a penalty on your legal record. You will still remain a licensed attorney for now but you are suspended for a month with immediate effect.” The Judge’s voice was sad but cold and implacable. “If you present forged evidence again in court, your punishment will involve your badge being revoked. Permanently. Case dismissed.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

And that was only the beginning. 

Despite being a licensed attorney, all potential clients that had come to see him since then were as guilty as sin; he could tell right away thanks to the magatama that  each and every one of them were nothing but criminals looking for an acquittal and dismissed them curtly. He didn’t think that the situation could possibly get any worse, that is, until the rumours started.

It seemed like every week there was now a new story circulating about how Phoenix was a has been lawyer with nasty little epithets like Phoenix Wright: the forging attorney and Phoenix Wright had forged the diary page to get his client off scott free. Those were the kinder ones.

No one trusted him and his reputation was in tatters. What good was a lawyer if all your clients were guilty as sin? He couldn’t defend a guilty client in good conscience or even do such a thing since it went against everything his stood for. The Engarde case still haunted his nightmares and, after that fiasco, he swore to never defend a guilty party again. 

Phoenix himself was bitterly reminded of the sorts of rumours that had circulated about Edgeworth back when he was the demon prosecutor. And, as he reminded himself, none of those had been true about Edgeworth and these weren’t true of him, either. At least the people that mattered to him - Maya, Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Larry- didn’t believe the nasty scuttlebutt and were sticking by him during his darkest hour; he was truly grateful for their support, especially Edgeworth’s. God, I don’t know what I would do without him… Phoenix shuddered in his arms as Edgeworth held him close, whispering soft words of comfort.

As it stood now, Phoenix was at a loss as to what to do, his heart in turmoil over the circumstances that had led to this happening although he was comforted knowing that Edgeworth was doing all he could to try and find out if the penalty could be revoked. 

“It would be possible to revoke the penalty if we prove that you were framed.” 

Phoenix had sighed bitterly at that.  Why did getting it revoked matter? He wasn’t Manfred Von Karma, for god’s sake! He wasn’t going to kill anyone for a penalty even one that had cost him his reputation. It was his own fault that he trusted the evidence in the first place and this shook his confidence in himself to the core. What if he presented forged evidence again? He would lose his badge and this time permanently. 

Phoenix couldn’t risk it and, as much as he hated to do it, his course of action was clear: He would hang up his court suit. For good. 

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After Phoenix had finished his story, Apollo felt sympathy for the former attorney. 

“Wow. I never knew.” He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thoughtful. “ By the sound of it, it looks like you were set up by someone.” 

Phoenix’s expression was serious, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I’m glad to hear you say that since I’m sure I was set up, too.” His fingers clenched into a fist before relaxing again. “I would love to clear my name and return to the way things were, but it will take a lot of time and investigation.”

“But… how do you know that people will trust me to defend them?” Apollo inquired doubtfully, looking down at his bracelet once again, his expression conflicted.

Phoenix shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not sure but people trust me for legal advice these days, so why shouldn’t they trust you with a defence request? Besides, I can help find cases for you that can help give you some experience.” He paused a moment, looking him square in the face. “What do you say, Apollo? Do you want to join the Wright and Co Law Office?”

Apollo looked at the hopeful expressions on both Phoenix and Trucy Wright’s faces and he knew he couldn’t disappoint them. I have no idea if I’m really doing the right thing but…

He hesitated only a moment before replying, “OK… count me in. I accept your job offer.”

“YAY!” Trucy cheered with sheer delight and clapped her hands. 

“That’s the spirit, Apollo!”  Phoenix Wright smiled brightly, clapping the young man on the shoulder.  “You’ll fit right in!”

“Welcome to the family, Polly!” Trucy smiled as she squeezed his arm affectionately before turning once again to look at her father.

“Welcome to the Wright and Justice Law Office, Apollo!” Phoenix beamed as he held out his hand. 

Wright and Justice, eh? That has quite a nice ring to it.  Apollo grinned as he took it, shaking it vigorously.  Maybe this is exactly where I’m supposed to be…

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One Small Change

Chapter 4- The fall of the Phoenix. 

It was too much for Apollo to take in. After seeing his boss being hauled away in handcuffs, he wasn’t sure where he stood at this point since his mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. Who would take him on now- a defence attorney who incarcerated his own boss?

Yet, at the same time, here he was being offered an opportunity of a lifetime. Phoenix Wright, now cleared of murder for the third time and his idol, was offering him a job.

Apollo watched the man sitting on the other side of the booth from him, sipping his coffee, the magician girl sitting quietly beside him. It turned out that her name was Trucy and she was Mr Wright’s adopted daughter, having adopted her after the last trial he had taken as a defence attorney.

“Penny for your thoughts, Apollo.” The older man’s concern was touching as the younger looked down at his cup of coffee.

“I… have so many questions… like..” Apollo stopped, flushing beet red. “How did this happen to you? You were a respected attorney with a promising career. How could everyone just… lose faith in you?”

Mr. Wright looked serious for a moment, his fingers toying absentmindedly with the handle of his coffee cup. “It’s a long story, Apollo. “

“I have time. It’s not like I will do anything else now I am unemployed,” Apollo muttered tartly. “How can I trust you, especially after what you just told me?”

As he now knew, when Olga had said in her testimony that Mr Wright had *strangled* Shadi Smith, she was out right lying. Mr. Wright hadn’t strangled him; all he had done was take a locket that was around the victim’s neck.

When Mr. Wright paused to take another sip of coffee, Trucy took that moment to excuse herself, slipping out from the booth and walking toward the front counter. Mr. Wright turned to Apollo after she was lost to sight. “Shadi Smith was Trucy’s biological father.” Mr. Wright’s voice was hard and clipped, taking a large swallow of his coffee. “He had no need for the locket anymore since he is dead and I am Trucy’s legal guardian. That was the reason why I took it.”

Apollo nodded, sighing, still uneasy, taking a shaky sip. He was so confused that he didn’t trust himself to speak and sat in silence until Trucy’s return a few moments later. She took one look at the expression on his face and jumped to her father’s defence, instantly divining the reason behind it.

“Polly, Daddy is a good guy!” she scolded, slipping in to sit beside her father once again and patting the back of his hand. “Sure, he is sneaky but he has a good heart!“ She looked at him, that beaming smile returning to her face. "Come and work for us!”

Trucy’s cheerful voice shattered the cloud of doubt in his mind but something about her seemed… familiar, somehow, but he couldn’t understand why.

“Wait… US? Plural?” Apollo blurted out, his face reddening slightly. “What do you mean? You work too? You’re only 15!” Surely Mr. Wright wouldn’t force his daughter to work… would he? Mr. Wright just chuckled. “The only work she does is just her homework. She uses the office to practice tricks and entertain my clients and a little magic really helps relax anyone nervous about meeting me. As I am sure you found out for yourself.”

Apollo had to agree with that one.

“Besides,” he added, a mischievous glimmer in his eye, “how else would she get her allowance?”

Apollo was beginning to understand that the man he was sitting opposite him was crafty, but a good father to his daughter. He was reminded him so much of Dhurke for a moment that Apollo closed his eyes and rubbed his wrist.

“Polly, did you know that when you are nervous, the muscles in your wrist tighten? “ Trucy inquired, her eyes flickering down to his wrist and then back up again.

“Huh??” Apollo stuttered, looking down at his bracelet in shock

Mr. Wright chuckled. “Trucy is the one that taught me how to look for tics and twitches and it looks like she found yours!” He paused for a moment, taking another sip of his coffee.“ I found out about it when I invited an old friend of mine, Larry, around for a game of cards; Truce couldn’t sleep, so she watched me. When I got drinks for everyone, she informed me of Larry’s rather obvious twitch: He sticks his tongue out when he’s thinking. After that, I sort of knew what to look for.”

Apollo nodded again. Why was talking to this man making him so nervous?

“Mr. Wright…” He stuttered, his face reddening as he struggled to make his foolish mouth work.

“Please, call me Phoenix. You can call me Mr. Wright in a professional setting. For now, we are just having a friendly chat.”

“So… how did you just give up defending the innocent? Surely a mere penalty wasn’t enough to force you into a career change? The Phoenix Wright I read about was one to never give up!”

“True” Phoenix agreed with a soft sigh, “but losing my reputation and every client I had thereafter the said penalty of guilty was certainly enough.”

“Oh.” Apollo didn’t know what to say to that so he wisely kept silent. If Mr.-Phoenix-wishes to speak of it, he’ll tell me so himself…

“ Looks like it’s story time Apollo. “

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“Leave the bottle, Al,” Phoenix Wright muttered to the bar tender as he downed another glass of grape juice.

Phoenix had hit rock bottom and his last trial had been a disaster. How was he supposed to know that the diary page was fake?

“ Finally, You couldn’t resist, could you Herr Wright?”

“ Resist what? Present solid evidence?”

Damn it. Damn it all. He had been set up. Someone had given him forged evidence… Well to be honest, someone had given that little girl a forged diary page who, in turn, had given it to him. He had no one to blame but himself for being too naive, too trusting. They had even got the forger in to confirm that it had been fake.

His Bar association hearing had been a mere three months ago and the Judge’s words were still etched on his mind like that accursed diary page.

“ Mr Phoenix Wright, do you know why you have been called here?”

“Yes, Sir. I presented forged evidence in a court of law.”“

“Up until now, you have been certainly a maverick in the courtroom, but nothing less than an honest lawyer. “ The Judge’s voice was subdued. “Did you have any previous knowledge that the evidence you presented was fake?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you know who commissioned the forgery?”

“No, Sir.”

“Until we know more about this offence, we need to punish you for your failure to properly and thoroughly validate the aforementioned evidence. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Your Honour.” Phoenix’s voice was soft, the fingers of his left hand curling into a fist at his side the only outward sign of his disquiet.

“Despite this being your first offence, we are afraid that this will incur a penalty on your legal record. You will still remain a licensed attorney for now but you are suspended for a month with immediate effect.” The Judge’s voice was sad but cold and implacable. “If you present forged evidence again in court, your punishment will involve your badge being revoked. Permanently. Case dismissed.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

And that was only the beginning.

Despite being a licensed attorney, all potential clients that had come to see him since then were as guilty as sin; he could tell right away thanks to the magatama that  each and every one of them were nothing but criminals looking for an acquittal and dismissed them curtly. He didn’t think that the situation could possibly get any worse, that is, until the rumours started.

It seemed like every week there was now a new story circulating about how Phoenix was a has been lawyer with nasty little epithets like Phoenix Wright: the forging attorney and Phoenix Wright had forged the diary page to get his client off scott free. Those were the kinder ones.

No one trusted him and his reputation was in tatters. What good was a lawyer if all your clients were guilty as sin? He couldn’t defend a guilty client in good conscience or even do such a thing since it went against everything his stood for. The Engarde case still haunted his nightmares and, after that fiasco, he swore to never defend a guilty party again.

Phoenix himself was bitterly reminded of the sorts of rumours that had circulated about Edgeworth back when he was the demon prosecutor. And, as he reminded himself, none of those had been true about Edgeworth and these weren’t true of him, either. At least the people that mattered to him - Maya, Edgeworth, Gumshoe, Larry- didn’t believe the nasty scuttlebutt and were sticking by him during his darkest hour; he was truly grateful for their support, especially Edgeworth’s. God, I don’t know what I would do without him… Phoenix shuddered in his arms as Edgeworth held him close, whispering soft words of comfort.

As it stood now, Phoenix was at a loss as to what to do, his heart in turmoil over the circumstances that had led to this happening although he was comforted knowing that Edgeworth was doing all he could to try and find out if the penalty could be revoked.

“It would be possible to revoke the penalty if we prove that you were framed.”

Phoenix had sighed bitterly at that.  Why did getting it revoked matter? He wasn’t Manfred Von Karma, for god’s sake! He wasn’t going to kill anyone for a penalty even one that had cost him his reputation. It was his own fault that he trusted the evidence in the first place and this shook his confidence in himself to the core. What if he presented forged evidence again? He would lose his badge and this time permanently.

Phoenix couldn’t risk it and, as much as he hated to do it, his course of action was clear: He would hang up his court suit. For good.

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After Phoenix had finished his story, Apollo felt sympathy for the former attorney.

“Wow. I never knew.” He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice thoughtful. “ By the sound of it, it looks like you were set up by someone.”

Phoenix’s expression was serious, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I’m glad to hear you say that since I’m sure I was set up, too.” His fingers clenched into a fist before relaxing again. “I would love to clear my name and return to the way things were, but it will take a lot of time and investigation.”

“But… how do you know that people will trust me to defend them?” Apollo inquired doubtfully, looking down at his bracelet once again, his expression conflicted.

Phoenix shrugged. “To be honest, I’m not sure but people trust me for legal advice these days, so why shouldn’t they trust you with a defence request? Besides, I can help find cases for you that can help give you some experience.” He paused a moment, looking him square in the face. “What do you say, Apollo? Do you want to join the Wright and Co Law Office?”

Apollo looked at the hopeful expressions on both Phoenix and Trucy Wright’s faces and he knew he couldn’t disappoint them. I have no idea if I’m really doing the right thing but…

He hesitated only a moment before replying, “OK… count me in. I accept your job offer.”

“YAY!” Trucy cheered with sheer delight and clapped her hands.

“That’s the spirit, Apollo!”  Phoenix Wright smiled brightly, clapping the young man on the shoulder.  “You’ll fit right in!”

“Welcome to the family, Polly!” Trucy smiled as she squeezed his arm affectionately before turning once again to look at her father.

“Welcome to the Wright and Justice Law Office, Apollo!” Phoenix beamed as he held out his hand.

Wright and Justice, eh? That has quite a nice ring to it.  Apollo grinned as he took it, shaking it vigorously.  Maybe this is exactly where I’m supposed to be…

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One Small Change

Chapter 3- Turnabout Trump: Kristoph Gavin’s true colours. 

Apollo gets a new co-counsel as he begins to see his employer in a new light. 

An: Huge thanks to @tarmahartley  for her critique of my writing. It has really helped me improve.

Apollo listened to Mr. Wright’s testimony regarding the implanted card and how he came to find it in his pocket. Despite claiming that he was too good to be caught out by a mere trick (since he knew them all, apparently), Apollo cynically, and correctly, thought otherwise.

Mr Wright’s luck had been present that night since he had discovered the card by chance. Fearing the worst, he had disposed of it in an empty grape juice bottle although the bottle Apollo had in his possession was empty.

When he presented this to Mr. Wright, he remained adamant that he had put the planted card in that particular bottle while Mr. Gavin merely scoffed and added sarcastically, “Maybe there were other people involved in this case?”

If Apollo didn’t know any better, he would say that Kristoph Gavin was working against his own client which begged the question: Why would he do such a thing?  Mr. Gavin was a friend of Mr Wright’s so why would he be advocating a guilty verdict for him? It didn’t make any sense. As the cross examination continued, Apollo wasn’t sure what was going on but he was profoundly aware that there was something fishy going on. Mr. Gavin’s continued encouragement to break Mr Wright’s cool demeanor made something click in Apollo’s head which was even more startling when he realized the implications: Kristoph wanted Mr. Wright to be found guilty of murder.

But…why?

Another contradiction came to light in Mr Wright’s testimony: Shadi Smith had a cut on his forehead that was covered by his hat. As it appeared, Phoenix Wright had tampered with the crime scene by putting the victim’s hat back on his head which, being a member of the legal profession, he should have known that was something you didn’t do! At first glance, it made him look very bad but, upon further examination, it turned out that he had had a good reason to and that came in the form of a recorded phone call.

Despite Kristoph slandering Mr. Wright’s testimony as travesty and lies, there was no escaping the harsh truth that was rearing its ugly head: How did Mr Gavin know that Shadi Smith was bald if he only saw him wearing a hat?

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Someone cracked that flawless bone china pate.

Those words whirled around in Apollo’s head as he stood in the defendant’s lobby, the implications making themselves only too clear to him. It wasn’t just Mr Wright who was seeing Kristoph Gavin in a new light; Apollo himself was beginning to wonder just who it was that he was working for and he couldn’t help wondering just who his mentor really was.

And something else: Was he friend or foe? Apollo didn’t really know at this point but he had a very bad feeling about it; worst of all, he wasn’t entirely sure himself.

He was pondering what was going to happen after the recess since he was about to hear Mr. Gavin’s testimony. What was he going to do? If he ended up accusing Mr. Gavin of murder, he would be out of a job.

His wandering thoughts were brought firmly back to the present by a voice calling out to him; startled, he looked up to see that the voice belonged to a teenaged girl, dressed in a blue magician’s outfit complete with hat and cape.

“Hello sir!’ she called out pleasantly, holding out a some cards in front of her, a secretive smile on her lips. “Please pick a card!”

Apollo grumbled under his breath. He had no time for magic tricks since this was a court of law, not a circus! However, maybe it would be a welcome distraction from the thoughts plaguing his mind so he decided to play along.

“Very well.” He picked the first card he saw as if it was somehow it was calling to him and, as he held it, the magician’s next words shook him to his core.

“The last hand is about to be dealt and you need a trump card in order to win. Use this card wisely for it is your chance to find the truth.”

Okay, that was weird.  What did she mean about “finding the truth”? He shrugged it off impatiently as he turned away. He had no time at the present to think about the cryptic words of some teenage witch since it was almost time to return to the courtroom to commence the trial.

It was only when he saw the card, that he remembered the words of Olga Orly: It was the Ace of Spades.

His eyes widened as he looked down at the card in stunned disbelief. It was an Ace of Spades… with a drop of blood on it.

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When Apollo returned, he was greeted by Mr Wright behind the defence bench.

“I can’t remember the last time I was here. Sure looks different from this side. Oh! Hi, Apollo. I am sorry to intrude on your turf; I thought you could use some help.” He smiled. “I am a legal aide, of course. “

To say Apollo was flabbergasted was an understatement. Mr Wright, his hero, was going to be his co-counsel for the remainder of the trial?!

“I am sorry if I was rude or uncooperative during my testimony. Heck, I practically took over the trial! I am sorry, Apollo. but you see… I have my suspicions regarding your employer and well… I don’t want you to go on alone.” His voice was earnest as he looked at him, a grim expression on his face. “Please… let me help you on this. “

Apollo didn’t know what to say to that but he had to agree with Mr Wright on suspecting Kristoph Gavin. Something was off about the whole thing and  Mr. Gavin seemed to know more than he was letting on.

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Well, that was that.

Kristoph Gavin was the real killer. He had used a secret passage in the restaurant to access the Hydeout and kill Smith and had even swapped the grape juice bottle/ murder weapon out for another.

Apollo was grateful for Mr. Wright’s advice. If it wasn’t for his logic and helping him turn his thinking around, Apollo would never have suspected that his boss was a murderer.

It was obvious why Mr. Wright was a legal aide, but what perplexed Apollo more was the reason for the change in career. Mr. Gavin’s words at the end of the trial led to some insight into the reason.

Seven years ago, a penalty was put on Mr Wright’s record and had caused him to lose his reputation. No one trusted him as an attorney anymore, so he had taken up legal advice instead. He still kept his badge and was technically a licensed attorney, but he never took on clients, his badge still pinned to his lapel on his court suit in the back of his wardrobe.

Apollo felt awful; to think that the great Ace Attorney himself had to go into legal advice instead of defending the innocent was, to him, a sad irony. After having had a stellar career in law, and the catalyst during the Dark times of the law for change, it seemed cruel to have fallen into the depths like this. It’s just not fair…

After the trial, Mr Wright approached Apollo, his expression sympathetic.

“I am sorry that things turned out the way they did, Apollo.” He put his hand comfortingly for a moment on the young lawyer’s shoulder. “I know it must be hard to see someone you respected turn out to be a killer.” Apollo nodded but said nothing more, silence reigning between the two men for a few moments until Mr. Wright broke it, a smile on his face and a cheerful lilt to his voice. “Listen, how about you stop by my office? While I can offer legal advice, I think that we could also take a fully licensed attorney on board, as well. What do you say?”

Apollo blinked as Mr Wright handed him a black, gilt-edged business card with gold scrolling with the words Wright and CO. law Offices- “Offering legal advice no matter what your situation” printed on itin red calligraphic script and Mr. Wright’s phone number and address on the back.

Apollo stared at the card in astonishment before it suddenly dawned on him: Phoenix Wright wanted to employ him!

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Wright!” His face flushed as he struggled to find the words to express himself without stuttering, Mr. Wright looking on with a bemused expression. “C-can I ask you a question?”

He nodded. “Sure, Apollo. Go ahead.”

“I… noticed something about the bloody ace. It seemed… too perfect, somehow.”

“ Ahh…” Mr. Wright averted his gaze for a moment. “I see you noticed. Well, if I am truthful, it is technically a forgery.”

“WHAT????!!!” Apollo exclaimed in shock and disappointment.

“Hear me out first before you judge me.“ Mr. Wright turned to face him. "The correct term for it would be that it is a replica. You see, I have evidence to prove that it was there on the night of the murder and a replica is fine as long as you can prove it existed in the first place. Some criminals are sly and will cover their tracks like Gavin did; if you can make a footprint to catch the fox, it is permissible as long you can prove which way he went. Do you see what I mean?”

Apollo nodded, dumbfounded.

Mr. Wright that put his hand into his pocket and brought out his cell phone. Apollo could only watch the older man fiddle with his phone.

“I’m glad phones these days have cameras. “ He smiled as he handed the phone to Apollo and, sure enough, there was a picture showing an Ace of Spades with a drop of blood on the corner. Exactly like the one that Apollo had in the Court Record.

“Do you really think I would give a rookie attorney forged evidence without proof that it was there in the first place?” His voice was somewhat reproachful and Apollo winced as he handed the phone back to him. “It looks like Mr Gavin forgot to take this before he left although he kindly rectified that mistake when I returned and found the Ace gone. He must have been in such a hurry the first time that he missed it so I am rather glad that he did and I had the opportunity to take a photo to prove it.” He chuckled. “I even took an “after” picture, as well.”

“B…ut.. you could have used that!” Apollo stuttered, his mind whirling.  “Why didn’t-?”

“No one asked for proof except Kristoph himself, Apollo,” he interrupted gently, “and it was more of a back-up plan to be used in case things went wrong.”

Apollo was speechless. Mr. Wright surely was one cunning lawyer-well, legal aide-and he was nothing short of impressed by his contingency plan.

Mr. Wright grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.“ Now, how about we talk over some coffee?” Mr. Wright turned and began walking toward the courtroom exit, Apollo following. “I can introduce you to Trucy.”

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One Small change

Chapter 2 :Turnabout Trump- Of Grape Juice and Poker games. 

Summery: The Trial of Phoenix Wright begins and goes less than Apollo expects. 

Apollo took careful note as he processed Payne’s opening statement.  

The defendant, one Phoenix Wright, was accused of murdering Shadi Smith at the Borscht Bowl Club. Smith died from blunt force trauma caused by having an upturned bottle of grape juice brought down upon his head. Mr Wright had met the victim for a poker game in the basement of the restaurant. As it happened, Mr Wright had no apparent connections to Mr Smith at the time of their meeting,

When he wasn’t in court, Mr Wright would frequent the club to engage in poker games. Apollo couldn't believe that Phoenix Wright would pursue gambling as a hobby.  It seemed so out of character for him to do something illegal. 

However, it was merely a game where the only thing at stake was a man’s pride since the players merely played for points. Soon enough, it was time for Mr Wright’s testimony. It was Apollo’s job to point out any contradictions in the testimony and gain any information that might prove useful. Apollo was adamant that Mr Wright was innocent and would never lie to the court. 

Witness Testimony-  the Competition. 

Phoenix: I am a courtroom artist and legal aide. A sort of jack of all legal trades, as you will. Phoenix: I do dabble in playing poker as a hobby from time to time. Phoenix: A club where I usually play is famous for their competitive games. In fact, I am the reigning champion. Phoenix: The rules are simple: we play a game of poker using two decks of cards. Phoenix. That’s it; just a simple game. Nothing more

So that was it? Mr Wright’s testimony seemed very vague and Apollo could see no outright contradictions. So he did the only other thing he could- press Mr Wright for more information. 

Mr Wright delved into the history of the poker room at the club, of how it used to be a meeting place for black market deals. It was, to be frank, a place that was riddled with secrets.

Apollo was a bit perplexed upon hearing that Phoenix Wright had never been beaten during his seven year stint as the club’s reigning  poker champion. How could someone go for so long undefeated?

It seemed incomprehensible to him that someone could be that lucky for so long. Then again, Mr Wright had a reputation for doing unbelievable things so maybe it wasn't surprising that he was undefeated.

Apollo’s pressing had brought results, he was able to get new information from Mr Wright. 

“I plead silence on the case of the murder, but I will say I never touched the murder weapon.” 

 “OBJECTION!” Apollo cried out. He had found a contradiction.. but what did it mean? He still was uncertain but it was clear that he had no choice but to present the murder weapon, complete with Mr. Wright’s fingerprints, to the court.

Things looked bad. Very bad. Not only did the bottle have Mr. Wright's fingerprints on it, but, they were also upside down. Logically this could mean only one thing: Phoenix Wright had picked up the bottle to kill Smith.

When questioned, Wright just chuckled. “ Well that may be so, but I still plead silence on the murder for now.”

 Great Apollo thought. The defendant was still being obtuse about the crime.

Kristoph Gavin chimed in at this point, stating that it had been Mr. Wright who had notified the police of the crime and it was a point which Payne rebuffed. To him, it just meant that Wright was clearly covering up the fact that he had committed the murder.

Payne stipulated that he had a decisive witness ready to testify against his client. To the beleaguered Apollo, it seemed as if things couldn't get any worse.

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Well this was a surprise. 

Olga Orly, a timid waitress when she first entered the courtroom, turned out to be the card dealer in the poker game. Not only that, but she and Smith were in cahoots to try and catch Mr Wright cheating by placing another card into his pocket. 

At one point, they were to search his pockets, find the card and destroy Mr Wright’s poker career. 

What startled Apollo the most was when Mr Wright himself actually helped the proceedings along, uncovering the fact that Olga, herself, was the dealer.

He had to admit that he was kind of grateful for Mr. Wright's assistance. If it wasn’t for him, then Apollo wouldn’t have considered the fact that there was someone else at the scene of the murder that night and that someone had exchanged an extra Ace for a blue-backed King.  

The mere sound of Phoenix’s Wright’a legendary ”OBJECTION* rang through Apollo’s ears and made his heart beat so fast that he thought it would break his rib cage. He never thought he would actually get to hear Mr Wright’s objection live in his first trial.

It was at that point that things really went crazy.

First, Apollo was suddenly aware of Orly’s nervous twitch: rubbing the back of her neck when she was being untruthful. It was then he remembered Mr. Wright’s words from the lobby during the recess.

“ There is a trick that professional poker players use. They can see when their opponents are bluffing by spotting little nervous twitches, tics or other strange habits. It may be just a hobby for me, but I use it myself. It is a trick I learned from someone quite by chance. If I am correct, than I think you might be able to spot such tells very much like they can. For example, did you notice when Olga rubbed her neck in some parts of her testimony? That is just an example of such a tell. Some are easier to spot than others but I know you can find them. I trust in you Apollo. You have my faith in finding the truth of the matter. “ .

Apollo was able to focus his vision of the twitch and perceive it. In doing so, he was able to deduce that it was Olga whom was hit by the bottle and not Smith. Smith hit Olga over the head when the trap to make Wright into a cheater backfired. By the time Olga had regained consciousness, it was too late and Smith was already dead. 

It wasn’t long before Apollo was accusing Mr Gavin of Mr Smith's murder. Again, Mr Wright seamed to be helping Apollo reach that conclusion based on the fact that Gavin had mistaken the red cards for blue ones. It was crazy to think that his own mentor was the mysterious fourth person there that night.

Yet as the facts came to light it was hard to deny that Mr Gavin knew more than he was letting on. 

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One Small Change.

AU Summery. 

What if Phoenix didn’t lose his badge when he presented the forged evidence? What if he just got a penalty and was suspended from defence for a month? This is an AU where that just happened. The penalty cost Phoenix his reputation and no one trusted him to defend them since they thought he would just defend them for his own benefit.  Defeated by this, Phoenix stopped being a defence attorney and turned his legal knowledge to a different sector. 

Notes: Phoenix in this AU, is what we Brits call a solicitor. He deals with legal advice for a variety of different cases such as wills, legal documentation, insurance etc. Not only that, but he helps Edgeworth in court, ( behind the prosecutor’s bench.) 

Author’s note. This has been whirling around in my head for ages after seeing a few posts about Hobo Phoenix around tumblr. I think It is time to put this into practice. 

Chapter one- Turnabout Trump: defending a legend.  

Chapter Summery

Novice Attorney Apollo Justice meets his idol Phoenix Wright for the first time under serious circumstances. Maybe it’s true what they say: Never meet your heroes. 

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Apollo Justice gulped. He could not believe that he was luck. 

This was his first trial and it was a homicide. Kristoph Gavin’s words echoed in his head. “ Justice didn’t start small. “ He had to hide his nerves after all his client was a legend in the courtroom. He looked over at his client as they stood in the defendants lobby. 

Could this really be the man that had taken down Manfred Von Karma?  Apollo eyed the man dressed in a grey hooded sweatshirt and pants and donning a blue beanie on his head. Surely this wasn’t the same man yet it was true. 

This was the legendary king of the turnabout- Phoenix Wright. 

The older man smiled at him kindly “ You know, even if you are nervous, it is best to try and hide it. It isn’t very assuring to your clients.” 

Taken aback by the sudden advice bestowed upon him by Phoenix Wright himself, Apollo just blushed and pulled his brunette horns back. He could feel his heart rate increase dramatically from the sight of meeting his hero alone. 

“ S-orry Sir!” He stuttered as his voice croaked from the strain of his usual  *Chords of Steel* exercises. 

“ It’s fine.  We all have to start somewhere. It’s all up to you today. Just be confident. So what was your name again?” 

“ FINE! I-i’m fine” Apollo blurted out before he could stop himself. 

“ Ah Mr Fine is it?  I did remember you having an odd name. “

Apollo just blinked open-mouthed at this. “ Are you sure you’re OK, I mean with me?” I mean, Mr Gavin is a top notch defence attorney! And he’s your friend… plus… you could.. “

Mr Wright just chuckled “ You’ll see as the trial goes on. Like I said before, be confidant, stand tall with your shoulders back and smile. “

Apollo nodded as he tried to process Mr Wright’s advice, Surely, it was supposed to him trying to calm his client, not the other way around? However a part of him was thankful for it. Somehow it made him feel at ease, even if it was only a little. 

“ I’m sorry this happened to you. I mean.. I mean I..” Apollo was interrupted by the bailiff  

“The trial is about to begin. Please enter the courtroom! “ 

“ Looks like it’s time. Shall we?” Mr Wright smiled at Apollo, putting a hand on his shoulder. Apollo could feel his muscles tense up at the touch, at the same time he felt reassured that THE Phoenix Wright had put his faith in him, 

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Apollo shook with a concoction of nerves and anticipation as he watched the Judge proceed over the trial. His eyes glanced over at the opposing attorney.. Winston Payne- a somewhat elderly prosecutor with thinning hair and whom Apollo thought lacked a certain presence, despite his age and experience. 

He felt his mind go blank as he realised the situation be was in- lead attorney on a case defending Phoenix Wright for the murder of one Shadi Smith. Apollo tried not to panic but he found as his heart thumped against his chest that it was already too late for that. He could only nod his head and squeak answers to the Judge's questions.

According to his co-counsel Kristoph Gavin, Mr Wright, the defendant, had requested him personally-  Apollo Justice, to defend him during the trial. Being as it was a part of a defence attorney’s creed to cater to the clients wishes, Kristoph had obliged. Like the Judge had said, Apollo was a mere greenhorn in contrast to Kristoph Gavin -the best defence attorney in town, so why would Mr Wright be so eager to have Apollo as his defence attorney and not Mr Gavin?

 He shook his head and just hoped that his Chords of Steel would be enough to make up for his lack of experience. 

Mr Wright entered the courtroom and stood on the witness stand, he looked every measure a confident man- despite his attire. The Judge shook his head. “ I am sorry to see you in such circumstances. Normally I spy you scribbling away in the gallery or next to Mr Edgeworth. Long time no see, Mr Wright.” 

Mr Wright just gave a mysterious smile to the Judge. “ Let’s focus on the now shall we and not the norm that is my life with my dear husband.  I am merely Phoenix Wright- legal aide and courtroom artist. “ 

Apollo’s heart skipped a beat. Phoenix Wright was married  to the demon prosecutor himself?! The legendary Miles Edgeworth was his partner?  This was insane. What was Mr Wright’s job? Legal aide and courtroom artist?  How could that have happened? Phoenix Wright was a famous defence attorney! Not a courtroom artist! He didn’t draw the participants of the trial for public reference. Legal aide? Since when was Phoenix Wright a mere dogsbody to justice? This wasn’t right. 

Payne seamed to scoff at this. “ To think I saw you enter this courtroom as a fresh faced attorney, saw you draw me from the gallery along with my superior. Now I get to see you leave it in chains!” 

Phoenix just chuckled “ As subtle as ever I see Winston” 

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Phoenix attempting to control his feenis when he lays eyes on undercover Miles Edgeworth at the bad guy’s VIP Christmas Party. (Because Phoenix got invited for some reason and Edgeworth wants to nab this bad guy BAD)

BUT DAMN THEY GONNA LOOK GOOD NABBING THEM BAD GUYS THOUGH.

ALSO I WON’T APOLOGISE. THEY BOTH LOOK STUNNING. *climbs back into trashcan*

(SORRY ABOUT LOW-ASS QUALITY??? I DON’T KNOW WHAT TUMBLR’S PROBLEM IS???)

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Memories - a series of Narumaya fics.

Since this week marks the start of Turnabout sisters... and thus Phoenix meeting Maya.. I have decided to post this on the first day that they met.. sort of. The day Phoenix defended her. 

This is a small series of short fics depicting Phoenix;s thoughts as he remembers various events during his time with his family. 

Summery:

Phoenix wakes up and remembers meeting Maya or the first time. 

He wasn’t sure what awoke him. 

Phoenix smiled as he stared down at Maya sleeping peacefully next to him. He couldn’t believe that Maya Fey was his wife. It seamed like only yesterday that he met her. He felt a twinge of sadness as he remembered how they met- Maya crouching over Mia’s dead body. He missed Mia and not a day went by when he didn’t think about her. In her memory, they had named their daughter Mia Wright. ( Technically her full name was Mia Misty Fey-Wright) Phoenix smiled as he remembered the day he had first held his daughter. He was sure he had cried a few tears... and Maya ribbed him for being a big old crybaby. Phoenix just chuckled.. it was the day he became a father.. was he not allowed to cry? 

He stared down at Maya again and tenderly stroked her hair. Luckily, Maya was a deep sleeper so this gentle touch would do little to wake her. Phoenix sighed happily wishing that they had met in better circumstances, Meeting your future wife in the detention centre when she was accused of murder seamed surreal at best, However, Phoenix figured that it fitted perfectly since Maya was no ordinary girl. He guessed that’s what made them fit so well. Phoenix was no ordinary lawyer.. and Maya was no ordinary girl. 

He still remembered the look on her face when she thought no one was going to defend her... and how the dramatic change in her personality when he said he would defend her. Maya’s face lit up.. and Phoenix felt his heart sour. He didn’t know it back then, but that was the moment he first fell in love with Maya Fey. 

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Mafia/Baker Au- part 2

Part 2 for @nimpnawakproduction. I am so sorry it is late. I had inspiration. 

Warning! Reference to rape/non con. If that upsets you, please do not read this. Please stay strong if this affects you. You are not alone. 

Summery

Phoenix is in trouble, The simple baker has been kidnapped and used as a bargaining chip against his boyfriend the Mafia don Miles Edgeworth, He hopes that he will soon be rescued since his suffering is getting worse. 

From the moment he regained consciousness,  Phoenix was hit by pain. He ached all over, with his head constantly pounding and his whole body covered in cuts and bruises. He could barely open his eyes since one was swollen shut. Phoenix could hardly move without feeling stings of pain somewhere. His hands were tied to a pole behind his back, the restraints digging painful welts into his wrists, making even sitting where he was uncomfortable at best. The pain however was nothing compared to the humiliation he had been put through for the past few hours. He had no idea how long he had been here since everything was a just lost in a haze of painful memories. 

Phoenix winced at the memory of the previous night. He just felt disgusting from the torture he had been put though. His clothes and been ripped from his body and hot tears had fallen from his bloodshot eyes. He felt sick at the thought of those monsters touching him, tasting him and abusing him. He would have thrown up if he didn’t have an empty stomach. ( Not that he didn’t feel like eating anything) 

To Phoenix,  his captors  were beyond human now. Since what kind of person would treat a fellow human like that  He asked himself. He shivered in the cold darkness around him. Why me? He thought.  I am just a simple baker working at a local bakery. I don’t even know anyone from the criminal underbelly of Chicago! The baker had a suspicion  that whomever had kidnapped him was connected to a gang or mob. 

Phoenix may have been naive but he wasn’t stupid. He knew about the Mafia of Chicago and their dealings.  He had read the headlines in the local papers about bodies being pulled from the  Mississippi river, usually found out to be connected to some gang or something. If he was honest, he preferred not to get involved with that sort of thing since he didn’t want to *sleep with the fishes* as the mobsters say.  Although he wasn’t sure why the Mafia would want him.  He was nothing special and the only person of power he knew was his politician  boyfriend Miles Edgeworth. He supposed that maybe the mobsters had kidnapped him and was using him as a bargaining chip to get Miles to co-operate or give them money. 

Oh Miles.. He sighed deeply as he thought of his boyfriend. He must be worried sick about him by now. They were supposed to meet tonight since it was their anniversary. What would have been a lovely romantic dinner with his beloved turned into a nightmare.  What would his beloved say if he saw him now? What would he say when he found out what had happened to him? Would he even be able to even look at him in the same way again? 

 He felt so ashamed of himself that more tears fell from his already sore eyes. He thought he had shed all the tears he could, however judging by the silent tears trickling down his cheeks, he was wrong. Phoenix just sank deeper into his dark thoughts. Would he ever see daylight again? He wasn’t sure. Phoenix would give anything just be home.. on his bed. Snuggling Miles and sharing kisses while watching the Steel Samurai.  “ I wish you were here with me” Phoenix muttered to himself. “ Please save me.. I want to go home”

As if in answer to his prayers, a loud gunshot rang through the area. His captors must have been caught up in the chaos as he heard shouts and gunfire. He tried to shout for help.. to alert whoever was here of his whereabouts. However all that came from his voice was a croak. He just had to wait for his fate. 

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“ I GOT HIM SIR! HE’S OVER HERE! HE IS ALL TIED UP AND LOOKS BADLY BEATEN” 

“ Good work Gumshoe. Now. untie him and get up over here as soon as possible. I do not want to be kept waiting. “ Miles Edgeworth called to his bodyguard. Having quickly deduced the identity of the kidnappers, he had gotten to their hideout as soon as possible. Now, here he was, in the kidnappers hideout with a small team of his finest marksmen. The were to merely shoot to wound as many of the gang as possible. None was to be outright killed, no,they were to be punished and made an example of. 

As it turned out, the captors had been a rival gang and had foolishly thought that having Phoenix as a bargaining chip would help keep Miles off their tail. Oh how wrong they were. Hurting Phoenix only made Miles angry and an Angry Mafia Don was not something anyone would want to meet. With the rival gang now captured and to be taken away for “questioning” Miles just waited for Gumshoe to return with his beloved baker. 

Nothing could have prepared him for Phoenix’s state as Gumshoe carried him over. His poor baker was laying in the large man’s arms, barely conscious and clearly in a lot of pain. He tenderly stroked Phoenix’s hair and kissed him gently on the forehead. “ My poor sweet Phoenix! What have they done to you? They will pay dearly for this!” For a moment, ,he hated the thought that by dating the baker he had exposed him to the darker side of the city.  However,he quickly dismissed it since his reputation usually allowed most petty thugs and criminals to leave him alone. It meant that by unknowingly dating the most feared man in all of Chicago, Phoenix was actually in very safe hands and he was guaranteed protection. This incident  had just been a case of a criminal gang clearly too dumb to even think about the repercussions of the Don’s anger. Miles vowed never to let harm come to Phoenix again. 

Laying in Gumshoe’s arms, Phoenix stirred a little. He  opened his eyes a bit and was shocked to see Miles’ silver eyes staring concerned down at him. “ Mi..les..” He whispered his voice breaking as he spoke. 

“ Shh.. rest now my sweet Phoenix.. you need to save your strength.” Miles comforted him, tenderly stroking Phoenix’s ebony hair. Too exhausted and too weak to reply, Phoenix just leaned into the touch and fell into a deep sleep.

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When he woke up, he was laying in a comfortable hospital bed. The stinging smell of disinfectant hit his nostrils as he let his head sink into the pillow. One thing he noticed was how quiet the hospital was. When he looked around, he realised that he was in a private room and he wasn’t alone.

“ Ahh you are awake.. I was worried. How are you feeling?” Miles’ gentle voice broke the stillness and shot through Phoenix’s throbbing head. 

“ Everywhere hurts..  Miles.. I’m sorry.. I must.. tell you.. The kidnappers... they..” Phoenix stuttered. He was ashamed to even tell Miles about the horrendous things that had happened to him. However, in his drugged up state, Phoenix’s conscience wouldn’t let him. 

“ Shh.. It’s ok Phoenix.. You are safe. I already know. The doctors checked you over and you are clean.” Miles soft smile lightened Phoenix’s heart. “ You were badly injured and I suspect that the ordeal has left you mentally scarred. Fear not, I think no less of you and I will make sure you have the best quality care. Which is why you are in this private hospital. Your bakery is in safe hands with some of my associates who are looking after it in your absence. All you need to do is rest and concentrate on getting better- both physically and mentally. You will also be pleased to know that the perpetrators have been reprimanded and will be charged accordingly. “ Miles reassured him as he held Phoenix’s hand and stroked his cheek. 

Phoenix just smiled at his boyfriend and whispered “ Thank you” 

[brokensmileswritings]

Mafia/baker au- Part 1

for @nimpnawakproduction for her birthday I have been meaning to contribute to this AU for a long time, but I could never think of a good story. I have been reading to many kidnapping stories atm and suddenly this Idea sprung to life. 

Summery

Mafia Don Miles Edgeworth cannot believe someone would have the audacity kidnap Phoenix Wright- his boyfriend. They must be either very brave or stupid. However, one thing is for certain, they are suicidal and will pay very dearly for this. 

He could not believe someone would be foolish enough to do such a thing. This was beyond stupid, some would even call it suicidal. It took sheer guts to even make a hit on his bakery. (Which had been done before.) However, to kidnap his boyfriend and hold him to ransom was by far, the most foolish idea Miles Edgeworth had ever seen in all his years of being a don. Whoever did this must have had a death wish. He was certain of that. 

 It had started innocently enough. Miles had been waiting for his beloved Phoenix Wright at Ville de Pasta.  A respected Italian restaurant in West Chicago owned by one of his business associates. They would frequently meet at this restaurant since it was where they had their first date. Thus here on what is the couples second year anniversary, they had planned to meet at 7pm. The restaurant itself was situated a few streets away from the Bun Agency allowing Phoenix to just cycle here after closing time. 

Miles looked at his wristwatch and let out an aggravated sigh upon seeing the time. 8:30pm. Phoenix was nearly 2 hours late. At first, he figured Phoenix was running late- maybe something had happened at the bakery that Phoenix needed to attend to- maybe clean the oven or whatever bakers did after the shop closed. However, Miles knew that had that been the case, Phoenix would have simply called him or contacted him to say he was going to be late. Having heard no word, he had tried to contact Phoenix to no avail. Miles despised waiting on guests for longer than necessary. Surely Phoenix would never stand him up? The baker was clearly besotted with him and he likewise. After all, Phoenix was the only thing that could warm the Mafia don’s otherwise cold heart, 

Phoenix NEVER missed their dates, that was certain. He even entertained the idea that maybe Phoenix had something planned. He merely chuckled. Even so, Phoenix would still have contacted him. By now, Miles was getting worried. Being in such a powerful position  often meant that he had a great many enemies. Many of whom could easily find out about his relationship with the baker, and thus use this as leverage to use against him. Such a situation had occurred in the past, leading to Miles stationing guards around the Bun Agency and indeed in close proximity to the baker’s home, so he was always protected. Miles took no chances with the life of his partner. 

Apparently that hadn’t been enough. The next thing Miles knew was being given a piece of paper along with his next glass of wine. It simply said. 

Do you know the tale of Sweeney Todd and Mrs Lovett’s pies? Do you think a cake would taste the same as those pies? 

Miles eyes narrowed. Of course he knew the tale of Sweeney Todd aka the demon barber of Fleet Street, He would kill his customers and send the remains to Mrs Lovett’s neighbouring pie shop, who would use the meat in her pies and sell them. Judging by the macabre reference to the tale, he could only assume that someone had Phoenix and was planning on baking him in a pie- unless he complied of course.

His first order of business was to locate the waiter and get the necessary information from him. Gumshoe apprehended the waiter and was now being detained in the backroom of the restaurant.

“ I will only ask you once, where did you get this note? Who gave it to you? Failure to comply will only be most detrimental to your health. Now..” Miles flexed his muscles a bit grabbing the collar of the waiter’s uniform and pulling him close so the trembling waiter was staring into his silver eyes.  Miles wasn’t used to doing the dirty work.. but this was his uppermost priority. “ Would you kindly tell me what you know?”

“I.. don’t know.. sir.. a guy came in here.. and.. and.. told me to give it to you!” The cowering waiter stammered obediently under the cold stare of the Mafia don. He had heard so many tales about Miles Edgeworth- one of the most feared men in all of Chicago that he dared not try the Don’s patience. He could only whimper and comply to the Don’s presence 

Miles tightened his hold on the man’s shirt collar. 

“ Good.. I see you have been taught well.. now prey tell me. what did this man look like? What was he wearing?”

“ A... black.. fedora..and.. a long trenchcoat.. he.. had glasses.. and... had a scar... on his.. face.. over his left.. eye!” Tears fell from the  waiter;s eyes and watched Miles’s expression with fearful anticipation. 

“ A scar over his eye mm... well.. Looks like I have a lead.. Thank you dear garcon.. you have been most kind. Gumshoe! You may let him go.. We must head to our destination.. I have a feeling I know who has my sweet Phoenix” Miles instructed his faithful assistant as he turned and left the room, hands thrust into his pockets as he did so. 

“ Yes Sir!” Gumshoe nodded and let the poor waiter go, who promptly collapsed upon the floor. “ You ok pal? Don’t worry. you helped us.. Knowing Mr Edgeworth, if we find Mr Wright alive.. You will get a huge tip!” He chuckled and followed his boss out the door. 

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Phoenix groaned as he awoke from his slumber.. Everything hurt from his head throbbed akin to  someone hitting him over the head with a sledgehammer, his limbs feeling like lead to his chest that was so tight he felt like it was caught in  vice. He must have been badly injured that was all he knew. He couldn’t remember how he got here nor how long he had been here. The last thing he remembered was closing the Bun Agency at the end of the day and heading off to meet Miles. He couldn’t even open his eyes to at least see his surroundings. 

He felt so weak and helpless. Heavy metal chains clung to his feet and hands rubbing welts into his skin. He wished Miles was here.. His kind loving Miles... He must be wondering where he was... Oh Miles.. He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. Would he ever see him again? 

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Phoenix’s ace in the hole.

Inspired by this awesome fanfic by @tarmahartley  A companion piece if you will. 

Sort of written for Narumitsu week.. I guess? ( I am late to that.. blame my work schedule.) 

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth

Summery

After ( unsurprisingly) losing strip chess to Edgeworth, Phoenix decides to take his revenge on his lover... in the only way he can!

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings- anal sex between two consenting adults. 

November 12th

Phoenix Wright’s apartment 

9:01pm

Phoenix Wright gave the deck of cards one last shuffle. Everything was all in order for a night of poker.  The old coffee table had been pulled out and two chairs were now set either side. Trucy was away with her friends for the weekend and Apollo and Athena weren’t working until Monday morning meaning no chance of unexpected interruptions  Perfect Phoenix though to himself, standing back to admire his handiwork. Edgeworth may have me beat at chess.. but cards is my domain. Now all he needed was his willing partner. 

Miles Edgeworth arrived unsurprisingly on time. Despite his heavy workload, he always found time to come and see Phoenix. Well, it wasn’t all that surprising being that the two men were dating, and had been for a while now. Phoenix opened the door and allowed his guest to enter. 

“ Good evening Wright” He greeted his boyfriend with a light peck on the cheek. 

“ Well good evening yourself, Mr Chief Prosecutor “ Phoenix bowed to his boyfriend- merely to show off. “ Come and take a seat on my couch” 

Edgeworth raised an eyebrow at the over-the-top gesture of his significant other. “ Bowing Wright? Stealing my moves are we now? I would appreciate if you didn’t do that again.. it doesn’t suit you. “  He smiled despite the snide remark. 

Phoenix just chuckled. “ Well I thought it was a proper way to greet my guest. Would you like some wine?” 

“ Of course” Miles accepted with a nod as he took a seat on the old couch. While Phoenix poured two glasses of moderately priced wine from the kitchen, Edgeworh’s keen eye spotted the coffee table and the deck of cards placed upon it. It didn’t take much logic to know, that having known Phoenix’s hidden talent and his past,,, he had a sneaking suspicion what his partner had planned. 

“ Your wine sir?” Phoenix offered the wine glass  to his boyfriend with a smile. before placing the bottle down on the table and taking his seat across from Edgeworth. 

“ Thank you Phoenix.. There is really no need for formalities” Miles responded taking a sip of the wine. He was pleasantly surprised by the sweet taste and aroma. This wine was unlike the usual cheap bottles Phoenix usually purchased for their dates/. 

“ Wright.. Phoenix I mean.. This is.. remarkably pleasant wine.. I am shocked you can afford such a expensive commodity. Given it isn’t top quality, but certainly better than the swivel you call wine Pray tell, how did you get hold of such a fine beverage” . 

“ Miles. “ Phoenix gave him a mock pout “ Really! That is no way to treat your host. Can’t’ I treat you- my marvellous boyfriend to a nice glass of wine once in a while?”

“ I’m  sorry for offending you.  However, given your salary, I am not sure.. I appreciate the gesture. This is unlike you.. Not that I am grateful mind you. “

Phoenix let out a hearty laugh. “ Where would I be without your scathing remarks? If you must know, it was a gift from a client. Since I only really drink wine when I am around you, I saved it for a special occasion. Don’t worry I hid it at the far back of the fridge so little underage drinkers didn’t get any ideas. “

“ I would presume so, I take it Trucy is otherwise engaged? Speaking of special occasions.. playing poker with me counts as special occasion? “ 

“ Am I really that transparent? . Then again I would expect nothing from the master of logic himself” Phoenix retorted “ For your information, Yes she is at a friend’s house.” He gave Edgeworth a sly smirk. “ We don’t want her to interrupt our little... meeting”

“ Phoenix, I have known you for a great many years, especially the last few when you were merely a terrible pianist at a seedy joint.. To see a pack of playing cards and the table set just so makes it easy to deduce your plan. However gambling is illegal, I am sure you know that, However I see no poker chips..so..”

“ Relax Edgeworth.. all that we will be gambling with is clothes” Phoenix grinned sleazily. “ I take it you are familiar with strip poker?” 

“ Ashamedly yes. “ Edgeworth admitted taking another sip of wine. “ The same principle as strip chess.. only every time one of us wins a hand” 

“ The loser removes one article of clothing. You got it.” Phoenix chuckled. “ Chess is your forte. Cards is mine” The defence attorney smirked as he dealt out the first hand of cards for himself and Edgeworth. 

November 12th 

Phoenix Wright’s Apartment

10:03pm

Edgeworth shivered  as he looked at his meagre hand. It was pitiful to say the least. It was useless to even think he could beat the unbeaten poker king of 7 years in a game. The first few hands had gone smoothly in his favour. Phoenix had been relinquished of his tie and jacket. Miles had to smirk, he thought he could easily at least part Phoenix of his waistcoat.However, that hope soon died when Phoenix started to hit his stride. In no time at all, Miles had been stripped of most of his clothes, which were now folded neatly beside him on the couch. Shivering in the cool night air blowing in from an open window, Miles rubbed the goosebumps that had gathered upon his arms. He was only in his black boxer shorts now.. and by the look on Phoenix’s face.. they weren’t to stay on much longer. 

“ Well Miles? Show me your hand.. What have you got?”

Miles sighed laying down a pitiful hand- a pair of fives stood miserably among the 3 odd cards. 

Phoenix;s smirk grew wider as he placed his hand down- A straight flush. 

“ Look at that.. A straight flush.. not unlike the one that has appeared on your cheeks. “ 

“ You cheated!” Miles swore as he peeled off his boxer shorts. Phoenix gave the prosecutor a sleazy smile. “ Ahh the many times I have heard that in my career. Nope just an uncanny ability to spot tells. Many professional poker players can spot tells a mile away” What Phoenix neglected to tell Miles is that he would push his glasses up his nose when he had a good hand.. or the corner of his mouth twitched if Edgeworth thought he could out bluff Phoenix Wright. Imagine that.. trying to out bluff me, Phoenix chuckled to himself. 

Phoenix got up from his chair, and approached Edgeworth wearing the sleaziest shit-eating grin, the prosecutor had ever seen. “ Well well well, seams like I have turned it around,as the victor, I claim my prize” He descended upon Miles with all the poise of a hungry predator as he devoured his boyfriends lips in a hungry kiss. 

Edgeworth moaned as his mouth was plundered by the defence attorney’s talented tongue. “ So..” He panted as they broke the kiss” What.. have.. you.. got.. planned?” 

Phoenix just smirked as he lightly stroked Edgeworth’s skin with a finger. “ Hmmmm well.. that is for me to know.. and you to find out” He attacked Edgeworth’s neck with feverish kisses and gently bit into the sensitive skin. 

“ Wr..right” Edgeworth murmured barely suppressing a moan as Phoenix licked the skin around his throat. 

“ No need for formalities my dear Miles.. “ Phoenix grinned as he removed his own clothes. “ Since you failed to strip me of more then a few items.. guess I will have to undress myself” 

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The defence attorney continued to lick, nip and suck his way down his lover’s body. He stopped to suckle a nipple and played with the other between his fingers, Every time Miles would buckle his hips eager for more friction and contact from the other man, “ Wright Phoenix..” He pleaded under hooded eyelids practically begging the for release. 

 Phoenix sat back to admire his handiwork. Miles Edgeworth, former demon and current chief prosecutor was naked , arousal hard against his stomach, leaking precum.. and begging for release that only he, Phoenix Wright could give. 

“ Please.. Wright,. Phoenix... fuck me.. please.. I beg... I need.. relief” Miles begged his lover. 

“ Of course my love, anything for you.” He smiled warmly, getting up.. and somehow making it to the bathroom to retrieve the lube.( which with a full blown erection wasn’t exactly easy nor comfortable)  

However, Phoenix did accomplish this feat and slowly inserted a slick finger inside the awaiting entrance of his lover. Miles let out a moan of pure ecstasy as Phoenix expertly probed his lover’s inside and immediately found the other’s prostate. Thus emitting a truly blissed out moan of pleasure from Edgeworth. 

“ Ohh... More.. Phoe..NIX!” Miles moans only grew in intensity as Phoenix inserted another finger and widened his lover’s entrance a little more. 

“ Ready?” Phoenix asked as he applied another helping of lube to his cock.

“ Yes..” Miles nodded impatiently. “ I.. need.. this..”

“ Ok just let me know if you want to stop OK?”

“ For god’s sake Phoenix.. you know I will! Just get on and fuck me.. I need to...”

The rest of Edgeworth’s sentence was cut off by an almighty moan of pleasure as Phoenix had entered the other man. “ PHOE..NIX!” came the cry of sheer bliss as Phoenix hit his prostate and started a slow, almost agonising rhythm inside him,

“ Oh... Edgeworth.. so.. tight..” Phoenix’s moans joined the sounds of his lovers as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. All the while, Phoenix would slowly pump the other’s cock in time with each thrust. 

“ HARDER.. PHOENIX... OH YESS... RIGHT THERE.. “ Edgeworth’s moans only grew louder as Phoenix continued to pleasure Miles in ways that the prosecutor never dreamed were possible before. 

However, soon the all too familiar tightness grew in Phoenix;s abdomen as he neared his release. “ Edgeworth! Miles! I am... close” He panted as he reached his climax. 

“ Me.. too.. I need.. AGHHH NICK!” Miles screamed in pure pleasure as he came hard all over Phoenix’s hand and his own stomach. 

The sound of his nickname coming from his partner’s mouth as he reached orgasm was enough to send Phoenix over the edge and into the bewildering high of pure bliss. 

After a few moments of silence while the two lovers caught their breaths, reality set in.  

“ That.. was... fantastic” Phoenix panted still a bit breathless from his high. 

Miles just nodded as he stroked Phoenix;s hair. 

“ I think.. we should shower.. and go to sleep” Phoenix inquired to his lover. 

Again Miles just nodded, too tired to even care or argue with Phoenix. 

After a quick shower, both men now lay naked in bed, Miles lay on Phoenix;s chest, his eyes slowly drooping as sleep took him. He always found that his nightmares never seamed to affect him as much when he was laying on Phoenix;s chest and listening to his heartbeat. It was so soothing that Miles always found it hard to even keep his eyes open. It was either that, or the oxytocin that ran through his veins after every sexual encounter with Phoenix. Either way, Edgeworth just found sleep much easier and his dreams much sweeter when he was with Phoenix. 

Phoenix smiled sleepily as he gazed down at the sleeping form of his lover. To see Edgeworth so peaceful and unguarded made his heart beat faster and a feeling of warmth spread through him. He pressed a kiss to Edgeworth’s forehead. “ I love you” he whispered as he settled himself down for sleep.

His last thoughts before he fell asleep was that, despite not being one to get revenge on others much, Phoenix always had loved to get his own back on his lover once in a while. Judging by the sweet smile that adorned Miles Edgeworth’s face as he slept.. this was one revenge that neither seamed to mind 

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Helpful things for action writers to remember

Sticking a landing will royally fuck up your joints and possibly shatter your ankles, depending on how high you’re jumping/falling from. There’s a very good reason free-runners dive and roll. 

Hand-to-hand fights usually only last a matter of seconds, sometimes a few minutes. It’s exhausting work and unless you have a lot of training and history with hand-to-hand combat, you’re going to tire out really fast. 

Arrows are very effective and you can’t just yank them out without doing a lot of damage. Most of the time the head of the arrow will break off inside the body if you try pulling it out, and arrows are built to pierce deep. An arrow wound demands medical attention. 

Throwing your opponent across the room is really not all that smart. You’re giving them the chance to get up and run away. Unless you’re trying to put distance between you so you can shoot them or something, don’t throw them. 

Everyone has something called a “flinch response” when they fight. This is pretty much the brain’s way of telling you “get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna die.” Experienced fighters have trained to suppress this. Think about how long your character has been fighting. A character in a fist fight for the first time is going to take a few hits before their survival instinct kicks in and they start hitting back. A character in a fist fight for the eighth time that week is going to respond a little differently. 

ADRENALINE WORKS AGAINST YOU WHEN YOU FIGHT. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of times people think that adrenaline will kick in and give you some badass fighting skills, but it’s actually the opposite. Adrenaline is what tires you out in a battle and it also affects the fighter’s efficacy - meaning it makes them shaky and inaccurate, and overall they lose about 60% of their fighting skill because their brain is focusing on not dying. Adrenaline keeps you alive, it doesn’t give you the skill to pull off a perfect roundhouse kick to the opponent’s face. 

Swords WILL bend or break if you hit something hard enough. They also dull easily and take a lot of maintenance. In reality, someone who fights with a sword would have to have to repair or replace it constantly.

Fights get messy. There’s blood and sweat everywhere, and that will make it hard to hold your weapon or get a good grip on someone. 

A serious battle also smells horrible. There’s lots of sweat, but also the smell of urine and feces. After someone dies, their bowels and bladder empty. There might also be some questionable things on the ground which can be very psychologically traumatizing. Remember to think about all of the character’s senses when they’re in a fight. Everything WILL affect them in some way. 

If your sword is sharpened down to a fine edge, the rest of the blade can’t go through the cut you make. You’ll just end up putting a tiny, shallow scratch in the surface of whatever you strike, and you could probably break your sword. 

ARCHERS ARE STRONG TOO. Have you ever drawn a bow? It takes a lot of strength, especially when you’re shooting a bow with a higher draw weight. Draw weight basically means “the amount of force you have to use to pull this sucker back enough to fire it.” To give you an idea of how that works, here’s a helpful link to tell you about finding bow sizes and draw weights for your characters.  (CLICK ME)

If an archer has to use a bow they’re not used to, it will probably throw them off a little until they’ve done a few practice shots with it and figured out its draw weight and stability. 

People bleed. If they get punched in the face, they’ll probably get a bloody nose. If they get stabbed or cut somehow, they’ll bleed accordingly. And if they’ve been fighting for a while, they’ve got a LOT of blood rushing around to provide them with oxygen. They’re going to bleed a lot. 

Here’s a link to a chart to show you how much blood a person can lose without dying. (CLICK ME) 

If you want a more in-depth medical chart, try this one. (CLICK ME)

Hopefully this helps someone out there. If you reblog, feel free to add more tips for writers or correct anything I’ve gotten wrong here. 

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Foreheads and turnabouts

This is a little  fic basically showing that Apollo needs to be taken seriously. 

Another successful trial and Apollo watched as Phoenix congratulated Athena on all her effort. Never mind that he had been a major factor in finding the truth It was HIS power to Perceive that allowed the lies to be uncovered. Yet he was being blatantly ignored by his boss. 

He watched as Mr Wright laughed along with Athena at something. Anger was boiling up inside him. He couldn’t take this much longer. He had to do something. 

“ Mr Wright” He called after his boss with his chords of steel. He watched as Phoenix turned and smiled at him. He seamed to hear and come over. 

“ Yes Apollo?” He asked 

Before Apollo could even open his mouth he heard a voice call for Wright. 

“ Wright..” 

Miles Edgeworth..... Great. That is all he needed.. Mr Wrights partner. Now he had no chance to talk to his boss. 

“ Edgeworth! It’s great to see... YOUUUUUUUUUUUAGGHHHHH”

At that moment, Apollo Justice couldn’t take anymore. He literately head butted Phoenix, and knocking him to the ground, 

“ Apollo?” Phoenix looked up in sheer surprise. 

A smirk appeared on Edgeworth’s face. 

“ I think your protege would like some recognition.. after all if it wasn’t for him..you would be up the creek without a paddle.. so to speak”

Phoenix wright blinked then looked away.. He had forgotten to congratulate Apollo.. How could he be so stupid. “ Apollo... I..”

“ I’m sorry Mr Wright... I forgot to yell TAKE THAT”