Inimitable (Ace Attorney Fic) - Extras!
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pickledragonWords hold a lot of weight in this world. After all, it's your first and last ones to them that are inscribed on your soulmate's wrist.
Phoenix and Miles unintentionally play the long game.
Read the fic here!
Extras and bonus bits beneath the cut!
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I had originally planned to expand this fic to AA4 and beyond, but felt the fic ended up fitting best in the original trilogy :) Some bonus ships I'd planned on writing stuff for, but didn't! /s denote romantic soulmates, while &s denote plantic soulmates.
Aura Blackquill/Metis Cykes
Metis Cykes & Simon Blackquill
Simon Blackquill/Athena Cykes
Pearl Fey & Dick Gumshoe
Pearl Fey/Juniper Woods
Aromatic Allosexual Trucy Wright
Alloromatic Asexual Pearl Fey
And here are some bonus bits I had written up that just didn't fit in the timeline.
Iris & or / Phoenix Wright
Phoenix visits Iris in prison, like he visits Godot and Lana (and on one odd occasion, Damon Gant). Once a month, he makes his way down there and pulls up a chair and they talk. About the weather, about their lives, about their horrible shared professors in college. Slowly but surely, they become friends again.
Iris reveals that she has soulwords during one of her visits. She rolls up her standard issue cloth band and underneath are the words:
Kristoph Gavin & or / Phoenix Wright
He’s having his weekly dinner with Kris (at a restaurant so far outside of his budget it’s uncomfortable) when it happens.
Phoenix knew he’d been swimming with a shark since the very beginning, quick glances and teeth sharpened to a point. Their conversations are extended bluffs, both trying to see who will crack and admit they hate the other first. They pretend to enjoy each other’s company long enough to try and obtain the upper hand, but the only thing that ever happens is a messy makeout session in Kristoph’s car, just long enough for Phoenix to hate himself for it.
They’ve moved onto desert, the entire night filled with nothing more than thinly veiled attempts at manipulation on both sides when Kris reaches forwards in a swit motion and yanks Phoenix’s wrist towards him.
Phoenix has his words covered, as you do around a psychopath, and Kris has been fixated on them since the very beginning, so it shouldn’t be a surprise, but he still finds himself unable to do a thing. Kristoph’s long manicured nails slightly brush Phoenix’s skin as he pulls down his cloth band and reads.
“‘I'm sure that would have been better for everyone?’ You soulmate sounds lovely," Kris says airly, and Phoenix yanks back his hand, but the damage has already been done. The words, which had hurt at the time, coming from Miles, roll off of Kristoph’s tongue so much worse, so more twisted.
“Platonic. You wouldn’t know him,” he lies through his teeth and prays to whoever is up there that Trucy’s anti-tell training is paying off.
Kristoph gives him a once over, then nods in satisfaction. “Good. I wouldn’t want any… distractions.”
“I completely agree,” Phoenix responds honestly. “This is between you and me.”
Kris grins and behind his smile are glass shards. Phoenix tries to avoid getting cut.
Phoenix and Miles unintentionally play the long game.
Read the fic here!
Extras and bonus bits beneath the cut!
I had originally planned to expand this fic to AA4 and beyond, but felt the fic ended up fitting best in the original trilogy :) Some bonus ships I'd planned on writing stuff for, but didn't! /s denote romantic soulmates, while &s denote plantic soulmates.
Aura Blackquill/Metis Cykes
Metis Cykes & Simon Blackquill
Simon Blackquill/Athena Cykes
Pearl Fey & Dick Gumshoe
Pearl Fey/Juniper Woods
Aromatic Allosexual Trucy Wright
Alloromatic Asexual Pearl Fey
And here are some bonus bits I had written up that just didn't fit in the timeline.
Phoenix visits Iris in prison, like he visits Godot and Lana (and on one odd occasion, Damon Gant). Once a month, he makes his way down there and pulls up a chair and they talk. About the weather, about their lives, about their horrible shared professors in college. Slowly but surely, they become friends again.
Iris reveals that she has soulwords during one of her visits. She rolls up her standard issue cloth band and underneath are the words:
Dollie, wasn't it?And Phoenix knows it’s him. He doesn’t have hers and that doesn’t matter to them, because he still visits her, and they get to know each other: Iris, not Dollie, and a Phoenix far different than who he was six years ago.
and
Until next time.
He’s having his weekly dinner with Kris (at a restaurant so far outside of his budget it’s uncomfortable) when it happens.
Phoenix knew he’d been swimming with a shark since the very beginning, quick glances and teeth sharpened to a point. Their conversations are extended bluffs, both trying to see who will crack and admit they hate the other first. They pretend to enjoy each other’s company long enough to try and obtain the upper hand, but the only thing that ever happens is a messy makeout session in Kristoph’s car, just long enough for Phoenix to hate himself for it.
They’ve moved onto desert, the entire night filled with nothing more than thinly veiled attempts at manipulation on both sides when Kris reaches forwards in a swit motion and yanks Phoenix’s wrist towards him.
Phoenix has his words covered, as you do around a psychopath, and Kris has been fixated on them since the very beginning, so it shouldn’t be a surprise, but he still finds himself unable to do a thing. Kristoph’s long manicured nails slightly brush Phoenix’s skin as he pulls down his cloth band and reads.
“‘I'm sure that would have been better for everyone?’ You soulmate sounds lovely," Kris says airly, and Phoenix yanks back his hand, but the damage has already been done. The words, which had hurt at the time, coming from Miles, roll off of Kristoph’s tongue so much worse, so more twisted.
“Platonic. You wouldn’t know him,” he lies through his teeth and prays to whoever is up there that Trucy’s anti-tell training is paying off.
Kristoph gives him a once over, then nods in satisfaction. “Good. I wouldn’t want any… distractions.”
“I completely agree,” Phoenix responds honestly. “This is between you and me.”
Kris grins and behind his smile are glass shards. Phoenix tries to avoid getting cut.
