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“would you come to my funeral?” + narumitsu

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

Thanks, Sparrow! :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wright. Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death

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Alto's Whumptober 2024 Masterpost

(Links updated daily)

AO3 Series

Day 1 - Search Party

Day 2 - Amusement Park

Day 3 - Set Up For Failure

Day 4 - Sensory Deprivation

Day 5 - Shivering (Alt Prompt)

Day 6 - Bad Coping Mechanisms

Day 7 - Magic With A Cost

Day 8 - Sleep Deprivation

Day 9 - "Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble"

Day 10 - Passing out from pain

Day 11 - Loneliness

Day 12 - "Just A Little More"

Day 13 - Familial Curses

Day 14 - Used as Bait (Alt Prompt)

Day 15 - No Holds Barred Beatdown (Alt Prompt)

Day 16 - Wound Cleaning

Day 17 - Shipwrecked

Day 18 - Revenge

Day 19 - Overzealous

Day 20 - Shoulder To Lean On

Day 21 - Spirit Possession

Day 22 - "That can't be good"

Day 23 - Broken Pedestal

Day 24 - Collapsed Building

Day 25 - It's for your own good

Day 26 - "I am haunted by the lies that I have loved, the action I had hated"

Day 27 - Muzzled

Day 28 - Denial

Day 29 - Body Swap (Alt Prompt)

Day 30 - What Have I Done?

Day 31 - "I'm Alive, I'm Just Not Well"

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoyagi Touya/Shinonome Akito, Background Kamishiro Rui/Tenma Tsukasa - Relationship, Background Azusawa Kohane/Shiraishi An, Aoyagi Touya & Tenma Saki & Tenma Tsukasa, Akiyama Mizuki & Shinonome Ena, Shinonome Akito & Shinonome Ena Characters: Aoyagi Touya, Aoyagi Harumichi, Shinonome Akito, Shinonome Ena, Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Meiko (Vocaloid), Kamishiro Rui, Tenma Tsukasa, Akiyama Mizuki, Shiraishi An, Kusanagi Nene, Yoisaki Kanade, Tenma Saki, Mochizuki Honami, Hinomori Shiho, Hoshino Ichika (Project SEKAI), Shiraishi Ken, Kitagawa Yusuke Additional Tags: Oh boy it took me like a week to get this whole thing written out, Me: Oh this seems like a fun idea!, Me 17k words later: Tsubasa Noises, Also no the Yusuke tag is not there by mistake he’s there for a reason, You don’t need to know anything about P5 to read this though, You’ll just miss a couple references Series: Part 1 of Vivid Snow, Dulling Leaves Summary:

Seven days Akito doesn’t hear from Toya.

Seven days Akito doesn’t know if he’ll ever sing again.

Whumptober Day 29: Alt. Prompt Body Swap

A/n: Everyone say thank you to @yumizurueleonora for reminding me I wrote this because otherwise I was just gonna skip this day.

Perception

Dru watches the guards bring in the new prisoner, the self-proclaimed Wootox The Destroyer. The others steer clear of the fresh meat and Dru walks over to him.

“Hello,” Dru says, flashing a smile. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Dru Harrington. As the others have hopefully informed you, I’m the guy who can get you whatever you need.”

“I don't need anything from you,” Wootox says.

Dru laughs. “Oh funny guy, why are you trying to speak Terran.”

“You can understand me?”

“I’m Tangarian,” Dru says and Wootox looks confused. “We have similar vocal chord structures?”

“Of course. Well, whatever, leave me alone.”

Dru narrows his eyes. “One thing first, I need to know if you did anything to the Blue Ranger.”

“What if I killed him?”

“Well it'd be on your rap sheet,” Dru says, “but for your sake it’s better if you didn’t hurt him.”

“Why do you care, you shot him.”

“Well you know he was the only guy willing to do it in a broom closet five minutes before an exam so I probably owe him for that.”

The very human startled reaction doesn’t look quite right on Wootox’s body.

“Hello, Sky.” Dru says. “Thank you for confirming Wootox’s ability to switch bodies for me.”

“I’m happy to help,” Sky says, “now leave me alone.”

“And how could I abandon my Angel when he needs my help.”

“I’m not your Angel, and I don’t need your help.”

“Really? You’re planning on escaping prison and getting back to Earth on your own? When you’re a wanted criminal who’s already escaped once?”

Sky glares at him.

“Do you think they’ve noticed you’re acting off yet? Or has Wootox already gotten rid of anyone who might get suspicious. Bridge can find him out easily if he gets a whiff of something wrong, and he’s your roommate. Or maybe he's just taken whatever SPD tech he can get his hands on, run off, and sold it to the highest bidder, and now your friends are facing upgraded Krybots and criminals who know their every weakness. Or–”

“Enough,” Sky growls. “Why do you want to help me? I thought you didn’t need me.”

Dru leans back and smiles. “Maybe there is some goodness left in my heart. Maybe I’m just enjoying the irony of this whole situation.”

“So you’re helping me for a laugh?”

“I’m helping you because if anyone’s going to have you weak and screaming on your knees, metaphorically or otherwise, it’s going to be me, Angel, and it’s no fun if you’re already at my mercy.”

Sky turns away.

“Tick tock, Sky. Every second you waste is another second Wootox can use your body to hurt your precious SPD.

“Fine.” Sky says. “What’s your plan?”

“It’ll take me time to come up with something.”

“I know you Dru, you had a plan the second you figured out it was me.”

“Always so needy,”

“You’re the one who said I don’t have time to waste.”

“Alright, but just because it's you,” Dru says. “I do have a plan, but I won’t tell you what it is.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re just going to have to trust me.”

Sky is clearly mulling it over, looking for something to argue against, but they already both know the plan is sound.

“How soon can you get it done?” Sky asks.

“Oh, I'm a pretty busy guy, running an information network from inside prison, you’ll have to convince me to move it up on priority list.”

“What now, Dru.”

“Let me remind you how to have fun, Angel.” Dru takes Sky by the arm and leads him to a closet, then presses up against him.

“I don’t know how to use this body like that.”

“We figured it out once, we can do it again.” Dru shifts to his Tangarian form. “You have no idea how much I've thought of getting to do this with you like this.”

“Let’s just get this over with.”

“You can try and have a little fun,” Dru says. “I’m going to make this pleasurable for you too.” He gives Sky a shock Sky shudders. “See? I remember the kind of things you liked. Different body doesn’t mean a thing.”

Sky moans a little, and Dru gets to work.

~

The chemicals released by Wootox’s body after sex are even stronger than the ones humans have, so Sky’s practically a giggling useless puddle once they’re done.

It's easy enough to get the guards to turn the other way as Dru takes “Wootox” back into his cell and says they’ll be sharing for a bit, so now all Dru has to do is send a message.

“Hello, Jack,” he says into the recording. “Thank you so much for sending Sky over here to visit me. I’m having so much fun with him, I can only assume you did this on purpose, right? Surely you’ve noticed Wootox in Sky’s body before this. I mean Bridge is psychic, so you must have known and decided to do me a favor. Thank you so much, I really owe you one.”

There, that should get those idiots to actually check and come rushing over to get Sky back in his body. He sent it along a secure SPD channel, so they’ll notice soon enough.

As much as Dru would love more time with Sky, he’s not stupid enough to rock the boat on a whim. If he’s whisking Sky off to the furthest corner of the galaxy so that stupid blue boy will stop sticking around in his mind, he’s going to take longer than a day to plan it.

So he’ll just have to settle with leaving Sky a reminder of how good they can be together, and mocking the other rangers for being such idiots. If it puts a seed of doubt in his mind about whether he belongs at SPD, then so be it.

Although… maybe there’s one more thing he can do to rub salt in the wound.

~

“This is all my fault,” Syd groans. “If I hadn’t hit him so hard–”

“Someone sneaking into our room deserves an iron fist to the face,” Z says, “it’s not your fault Sky – or Sky’s body? – was so exhausted it kept him out for three days.”

“But it was still weird! We should have checked if something was wrong there!”

“One weird thing isn’t enough to assume someone’s been body snatched,” Bridge says. “And my powers don’t work if I don’t know to check… maybe I should learn to read minds or something.”

“You can work on that after we get our Sky back,” Jack says, gripping the shuttle controls a little too tightly. 

That fucking message from Dru. Self righteous prick. If he’s done anything to Sky, Jack will beat him up himself.

It’s clear he wants something, and Jack's a little worried he already for it from Sky.

They arrive at the prison and haul Wootox-in-Sky’s body to the meeting room, where Sky-in-Wootox’s body is waiting, alongside Dru.

“What are you doing here?” Jack asks.

“I want to make sure you don’t mess this up,” Dru says.

“Bridge?” Jack says and Bridge scans Sky-in-Wootox’s body.

“Yep. That’s Sky!” Bridge says.

They shove Wootox-in-Sky’s body towards Sky-in-Wootox’s body and hold him still while Sky-in-Wootox’s body touch their foreheads together.

There’s energy and a bright light, but suddenly Sky stumbles back and he’s stopped glaring.

Jack ungags him. “Sky? That you?”

“Yeah,” Sky says. “I’m me, and why does my head hurt?”

“Sky!” Syd hugs him. “I’m so sorry I knocked you out!”

“Hm?”

“That creep snuck into my room and was watching me and I was holding an hair iron and when I tried to push him away I launched him across the room with an iron fist.”

“Wootox has been passed out in your body for three days,” Z says.

“Oh! So he didn’t do anything!” Sky says. “I was worried he’d hurt you guys.”

“No, as it turns out your body was just exhausted already,” Bridge says, “so when Syd hit him he just slept it off.”

“Still burning that midnight oil?” Dru asks and they’re suddenly all reminded he’s here. “Sky, do you really need me to help you get to sleep.”

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Jack says, “let’s go.”

“What no thank you for fixing your catastrophic mistake before something serious happened?”

“Thank you,” Jack grits out. 

“I want one more thing.”

“If it’s a lighter sentence, you’re lowering your chances.”

“I want it from Sky.”

“No.”

“And if I say that I strapped a bomb to Wootox and will blow us all up if I don’t?”

“You care too much about money for that,” Jack says. “You’re a guy who knows when to cut his losses and run.”

“Oh, that your professional analysis,” Dru says, pulling out what looks like a detonator. “Willing to stake your life on it?”

Before Jack can say anything, Sky rushes forward, pulls Dru close and kisses him for far too long. 

Even without his translator, Jack’s pretty sure he understands what Wootox is saying.

They finally separate, and Sky has the detonator in his hands.

“This is a pen.”

“Did it’s job,” Dru says. “I hope we can catch up again soon, Sky.”

He knocks on the door, and guards arrive to take him and Wootox away.

Sky coughs and straightens up. “Ok, well we’ll have to go check in with Commander Cruger so–”

“Are you ok?” Jack asks. “Dru didn’t do anything to you?”

“No, it's fine,” Sky says. 

“Are you–”

“It's fine,” Sky says, “I don’t want to talk about it, let’s just get back.”

Sky leaves first and the others follow out, and Jack can’t get that damn look of Dru’s out of his mind.

Like he’s telling Jack he’s got something Jack can never have.

Yet another writing ask

Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

How would you describe your writing style?

Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

What's your ratio for rating your works?

Your favourite ao3 tag.

How slow is a slow burn?

Thoughts on cliffhangers.

Top three favourite fic tropes.

Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

If you write in more than one language, what's the difference?

Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

What's your favourite plotless fic you have written?

Are one-shots really underrated?

Past or present tense? Why?

First, second, or third person?

Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.

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What's the hardest thing about writing?

Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

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Give your writing a compliment.

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Thoughts on writing challenges/contests.

How do you come up with fic titles? What's the one you're most proud of?

Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

"This never happened" fix-it fics or "this happened but" fix-it fics?

Wildest AU scenario you have written?

Write a 9-word fic.

What's Toya thinking about today?

It's... Emu's older brother??

For context: one of my favorite, I guess series, of PRSK fanfic that I've read revolves around Toya's older brothers (he has bio siblings for anyone who doesn't know, we just don't know what they look or sound like, nor do we have any names for them). It's fun and I like seeing their dynamic. Iirc, one (or both) of them calls Toya "Little Maestro."

And one of them, don't ask which I don't remember, just so happens, to be exes with Shousuke Otori, Emu's second eldest brother.

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

Video Game Asks!

Adding my own pool of asks about video games because I always like to talk games and asks are fun. Send numbers, reblog for yourself etc.

Last game you finished

Game(s) you’re currently playing

1-3 games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed

Do you like to get 100% achievements/trophies?

Game(s) coming out that you’re looking forward to

A series you’ve enjoyed since your early days of gaming and still enjoy to this day whether it still has games coming out or is one you return to

A series you’ve lost interest in

A series you haven’t played but are interested in trying

A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved

A console and/or handheld you’ve never played but would like to try

Do you prefer ‘blank slate’ main characters you make yourself or otherwise project onto, or characters with a set personality and backstory?

A character you particularly like in the game you’re currently playing

Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind

A song that’s sure to hit your nostalgia buttons

Do you have a backlog and do you keep track of it? If so, how?

A game you’d like to replay that you haven’t

A game you didn’t finish but would like to get back to or restart someday

A game location you really like

A game you started up for the first time and you knew from the start it was going to be great

A boss you think is really cool

A boss that was disappointing

A game ending that’s really stuck with you

A “Wow” moment of awe

A game with a cool art style

A game’s art style that had to grow on you

Realism or stylized?

A game you love the atmosphere of

Pick a series you like. What was the first game you played for it? Was it a good starting point? Would it still be a good starting point now?

On average do you have one game or multiple games going?

Game you think you’ll finish next?

Someone has never played a video game before but is open to trying any genre. What game would you recommend as their first?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: No Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: This is some bullshit I wrote for a school assignment, if I don’t get an A on this I’m suing, Yes this was an actual assignment for school. Summary:

Y’ALL I’VE C R A C K E D THE CODE. I’VE FIGURED IT OUT.

In all seriousness, I wrote this for a school assignment in which you basically had to give a holier than thou sermon and I took the idea and RAN with it. Don’t take this seriously it’s all crack.