An Actual Goblin

Turnabout My Heart

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Slowburn

Fluff and Angst

Friends to Lovers

Hurt/Comfort

Rated M

Ongoing: Chapters 12/? (updated 6/21/2026)

Phoenix refuses to accept Edgeworth’s rejection and makes it his mission to reach out and rekindle their friendship. They find comfort in each other as Phoenix grieves and learns to trust again, while Edgeworth grapples with the trauma of his past and his future as a prosecutor.

A romance set during Gyakuten Saiban 1.

Note: I do not write the fics in this series, though I wish I did. Also, all of these recs come from the fandoms I am a part of. If I'm not in your favorite fandom, sorry about that.

Welcome to a brand new series I'm doing! There are so many wonderful fanfictions that don't get the credit and adoration they deserve, and even the ones that do could use a little more. This week's recommendation is:

This is my first choice when I'm feeling like a cozy, comforting read. It's the love story of Miles Edgeworth, a reclusive and standoffish bookstore owner, and Phoenix Wright, flower shop employee and local artist. Their paths unexpectedly collide when Trucy wanders into Miles's shop, looking for books about 'real magic'.

I love to read this during fall, curled up in bed with nothing to do. This story is so sweet and fluffy, perfect for those who want limited angst in their fan fiction. Usually I'm a fiend for fictional characters suffering, but this makes me want to every single one of them a hug. I love how awkward Miles and Phoenix are in the beginning, and how they slowly become more comfortable with each other. All of the relationships, romantic or otherwise, are so engaging to watch. It feels like this is a real town with real people just trying their best. Also, this author just nails Miles's POV.

If you want an escape from this stressful world, I would highly recommend checking this story out. It feels like a cup of hot chocolate.

Status: Complete

Word Count: 108,952

1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes

2. complete 40% of it

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

My father finds gay men uncomfortable.

He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.

In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.

When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.

My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.

He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.

I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.

For those of you who don't know, a "reverse bang" is when a group of artists put out a prompt, and the writers rank the prompts they would want to write for.

Phoenix and some bananas

I asked a while ago something along the lines of "How into sports does Phoenix have to be to have forgotten your own name and profession, but somehow know which hand a baseball glove is supposed to go on?"

And somebody suggested maybe he was in Little League and had muscle memory hah