hello! this fic was written for the Right Words nrmt zine back in late 2023. we're having a leftover sale rn where you can buy the digital pdf of the zine, and there's also still some (very cute) prints and sticker sets available to adorn your lovely walls and items, so check out the store here! i also did this piece as a collab with my very dear friend @zentinels, so please check out their beautiful art here too! :)

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth Other relevant tags: Established Relationship, Marriage, suit fittings and a trip to the tailors Word count: 1,803 Language: English

Miles looks at him. “I’ve wanted to marry you since 2024.”

Ear-burning, forthright truths revealed rarely, randomly, and in the tones of a comment on the weather: Miles’ specialty. Phoenix is about to melt from the inside out. It’ll create a horror scene (in the name of love) and result in a stain that Mr. Soriel will never be able to fully get out, but then, a curiosity eats through all of that, leaving nothing behind except the question: “Wait. What happened in 2024?”

And Miles says, “I’m not telling you.”

Phoenix and Miles take a trip to the tailors to get adjustments made ahead of their wedding. Something passes between them that, deep down, they already know, and a spontaneous decision gets made.

Despite his consequent dilly-dallying on the way there, he’d still had time to grab them both a fancy latte each from a café en route. While he’d been paying, the girl behind the counter had looked at Pess and asked Phoenix if he’d wanted to add something called a ‘puppuccino’ to his order, then had to clarify what a ‘puppuccino’ actually was, and then Phoenix had been so bemused with the concept of a squirt of whipped cream in a tiny disposable cup, just for your dog, free of charge, that he nearly said yes—until he remembered that one time where a rather harrowed Edgeworth had shown up late to one of their rare but always lovely weekend hangouts a few months ago with the apology that his and Pess’s morning dog park trip had taken a little longer than usual because some imbecile had decided to hand out dog treats that were not lactose-free and without asking owners about dietary issues first. Phoenix wasn’t given any details at the time, but based on Edgeworth’s expression, it must have been gnarly. Thanks but no thanks, Phoenix had then said to the girl behind the counter, while being unable to control what must’ve looked like a freakish grin to her. [end ID 1/2]

…and then not even 5 minutes later phoenix snitches to trucy. sorry edgeworth :)

Trucy runs the rest of the way over to him and is about to barrel into him for a hug when she skids to a halt, noticing the drinks. “Oh, wow—and fancy lattes, too? What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he says, passing her hers. “Just thought it’d be nice.”

She smiles and taps her cup to his. “Cheers! Did Pess not get a drink?”

Phoenix gleefully tells her the dog park story.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth Other relevant tags: Established Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Trans Phoenix Wright, Semi-Public Sex, (they get each other off in Miles’ car in a car park but its empty. does that count), Vaguely Post-Canon Word count: 3,182 Language: English

They’re at a fancy legal event, Miles is dressed in his nicest suit, and Phoenix just can’t keep it in his pants.

...Not that Miles, despite (very briefly) claiming otherwise, really has a problem with indulging him.

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He takes that 8AM lift offer from Edgeworth, as does Trucy, and after half an hour or so of LA traffic dragging its feet and Trucy in charge of music—and of Phoenix feeling delighted over his daughter’s praise when he correctly identifies three of the songs as ‘bubblegum pop’, he’s learning! and, what’s even more delightful, catching Edgeworth tapping a finger on his steering wheel to the beat of those exact same three songs—he gets dropped off at the agency to find the door still locked. 

He’s so early, he’s here before Apollo. Crazy. The poor kid gets a fright on par with Phoenix’s earlier that morning when he does show up, just screechier, and Phoenix’s first-thing offer of coffee is not said without a restrained smirk. 

They work in quiet for the first part of the morning, Phoenix with his law books and Apollo with his laptop and case citations and piles of evidence. Now that he is studying, Phoenix has been deemed a much more tolerable presence in the office; every now and then they’ll trade questions: “The prosecution’s search warrant is taking too long to come through, how could I get access to the CCTV feed when the office manager is refusing me?” for “Be honest, how much of tort law actually came up on your exam when you took it?”, and so on, and so forth.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Relationships: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth Other relevant tags: First Time, but spontaneous and with no real confession, phoenix thinks hes the only one whos madly in love and hearing wedding bells, all while hes having very intimate sex with miles, that seems to be a recurring theme of mine !, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Anal Sex Word count: 6392 Language: English

—“Thank you for letting me do this,” Miles says.

Which is a ridiculous thing to say before having sex with someone, but it makes Phoenix go to jelly, literally, like he could burst into strawberry-flavoured gelatinous goo and fall to the towel and bed sheets, half of him being absorbed to stain the fabric pink forever, half of him staying sat there, sticky and sweet.

“Sure,” he says, nearly a stutter. He wants to say, I love you so much, please do whatever the hell you want with me, I’m already planning the flower arrangements in my head—

In which Phoenix conveniently says none of those things, or even anything close to them, while he and Edgeworth have sex for the first time.

an excerpt from the first time fic ive finished and am in editing mode for!! this is right near the end. they make me unwell

alt text is added, but ive since been told it’s not accessible to all screenreaders, so heres the text below too:

“I wasn’t sure,” Miles starts, and Phoenix is jolted back to reality because his voice sure sounds it, “but I grabbed you a t-shirt to wear to bed, if you wanted it.” He lifts what Phoenix now realises is exactly that; pale green, featuring some scrunched-up print. Phoenix blinks at it. He must blink for too long, because Miles rushes to add, “Don’t feel obliged,” and Phoenix is jolted for a second time.

“No—that’s great, thank you. I’ll wear it.” He reaches out for it, and when Miles hands it over, it’s soft, as if it’s been worn and then washed a lot. Phoenix unravels it in his hands and is faced with a colourfully loud design of the Steel Samurai’s titular main character. 

Phoenix tries to marry up the image of the Miles that regularly wears this to the Miles that wears matching pink silk pyjamas to bed. It’s too much new and incredible knowledge about the man; he promptly fails. He can’t even manage to restrain the smile that’s bunching up one of his cheeks.

“Don’t start,” Miles is already warning, and Phoenix just laughs, immediately relieved for the tension release. 

“If you didn’t want me to start, you would’ve picked a less inviting t-shirt for me to wear, surely?”

Miles’s face flushes under the lamplight, and he scowls. “It’s my comfiest one,” he says, defensively. 

Phoenix grins at him and says, “You’re sweet,” and then flushes himself. 

He’s wondering if he’s hallucinating that tiny smile in one corner of Miles’s mouth when Miles turns back to the bed, muttering, “Go get changed, Wright. It’s late.”