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[Fic] PW, "Miracle"; superhero AU art
Since I've done two for this prompt (and plan on more *shakes fist*), I'll just list them both here.
Title: Miracle
Words: 1,359
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: R
Summary: Everyone dies eventually. Edgeworth's just really bad at it.
Warnings: Blood and violent imagery
Prompt: "After reading all those fics about Edgeworth getting shot, Anon wants to see Phoenix and/or Edgeworth as a superhero. Preferably a really badass one. <3?"
"Thanks a lot, pal. We couldn't have done it without you!"
Phoenix shrugged modestly, straightening his suit coat and checking to be sure that his badge was still securely pinned to the lapel. "Least I could do, really. I mean, I'm involved."
The flashing red and blue from the police cars cast an unsettling light over the small convenience store and its parking lot. The police had already set up a perimeter; out of the corner of his eye, Phoenix could see two officers dispersing the gathered, murmuring crowd. Behind him, he could hear the ill-fated robber's rights being read, and felt a small amount of grim satisfaction.
"I gotta say, pal, I didn't know you had that kinda fighting in you," Gumshoe was saying behind him, sounding deeply impressed.
"I was pretty motivated."
Gumshoe's face twisted in thought. "So you were right there on the scene, huh?" he asked, starting towards the convenience store itself. Phoenix followed, brushing some dirt off his sleeve. Wrestling the armed robber to the ground and keeping him down until the police arrived had been a messy affair. Though he was downplaying it to Gumshoe, in all honesty he was still a little amazed that he'd done it.
But then, the circumstances had been... inspiring.
"Yeah. I was just behind... the victim," he said, cautiously.
Gumshoe winced. "That's gotta be rough, pal."
"Not as rough as it could have been." Rougher, actually, but... "It was Edgeworth."
The big detective's pace missed a beat. "Mr. Edgeworth? Really?"
"We were picking up some things after work," Phoenix said, closing his eyes at the blast of cold air as they stepped through the automatic doors. Everything felt far away. "He put himself in front of me."
Gumshoe let out a low whistle, grinning. "That's Mr. Edgeworth for you. He's a real man of action!"
... I wonder sometimes if Gumshoe's not living in some kind of parallel universe.
"But I guess that's it for the murder charges, huh?"
"I don't know," Phoenix said thoughtfully. "You could probably make a case for it..."
Slowly drying blood on the cheap tile betrayed Edgeworth's location as they approached, and Phoenix winced. He hadn't remembered there being so much... but then, he hadn't lingered long at the scene. Chasing after the shooter had been an almost automatic reaction.
The store clerk, crouched at Edgeworth's side, gave the approaching pair a look of such helpless, terrified perplexity that Phoenix almost laughed aloud; as it was, he answered the look with a sympathetic smile.
"We've got everything in hand, sir!" Gumshoe barked, and Phoenix wasn't sure if he was talking to the clerk or to Edgeworth. The clerk seemed to take it as permission to leave, though, and scurried back behind the counter. Minding the cash register and the cigarettes was far less stressful.
Edgeworth himself was propped up weakly against a cardboard display - if the ghastly smears on the floor were any indication, he'd dragged himself there. The entire front of his suit was soaked with blood. At least there didn't seem to be more on the way; the area over Edgeworth's heart was covered in an ugly, congealed mass.
Phoenix's heart gave a strange sort of flop as he crouched down beside the prosecutor. "Hey, Edgeworth. We got him. How're you doing?"
"Nnghnnhn," Edgeworth responded. He turned his head away from Phoenix to cough out a mouthful of blood, and took a horrific, rattling breath before trying again: "I'm still... waiting... for my heart to... start beating again."
"Maybe it’d help if we got that suit off you and bandaged you up?" Phoenix asked softly, brushing Edgeworth's sweat-dampened bangs away from his face. "I think you’re okay for now, but it looks like you could tear it open again if you move too much..."
"Don't cover it," Edgeworth hissed. "Bullet's... still in there, you know..."
Phoenix looked up helplessly at Gumshoe. Gumshoe's return look was no more confident.
"Do you need us to take you home, Miles?" he asked, finally. "You know we're only five minutes away from my place."
"... no... I'll just ruin... another set of your good sheets." He coughed again, turning his head to face Phoenix at last. "You have... so few, I want you to... keep as many as you can."
"You must be getting better if you're complaining about my linens." He couldn't keep the note of desperate relief out of his voice, though.
He'd thought he was used to this. After that first horrific scene, he'd imagined nothing could be worse - hauling the last boxes out of Gumshoe's deserted apartment complex, the earthquake, the wretched crack and screech of the ramshackle building finally giving up the ghost, and the sick realization that Edgeworth had still been inside, the only one still inside... hauling the prosecutor's body from the rubble, impossibly crushed and maimed. He could still remember Maya's shriek and horrified sobs, soon muffled by Gumshoe's ratty old coat as he'd pulled the tiny medium into a bear hug. He could remember the cold, sick feeling overtaking his whole body, the way the world seemed to end around him, taking in the sight of what could only be Miles Edgeworth's corpse...
Until the man, who could not possibly have been alive, slowly opened his eyes and fixed Phoenix with a wild and terrified - but conscious - gaze.
That was the day they'd realized that Miles Edgeworth was something incredible.
They'd carefully wrapped him in Gumshoe's coat, and taken him back to Phoenix's apartment - unseen along the way, thank God, or they would have had some very awkward questions to answer - where they had laid him down, as gently as possible, on Phoenix's bed. Gumshoe and Maya had situated themselves just outside the door, where the sound of their increasingly absurd speculation had provided soothing background noise as Phoenix had tended to Edgeworth, washing the blood from his skin and murmuring encouragements.
By the end of the day, Edgeworth had completely recovered. His extensive, fatal wounds had healed without so much as a scar.
Phoenix had thought he'd gotten used to it. The idea had had time to settle. In the time since the incident, Edgeworth's strange power had proven to hold fast - an accidental paper cut had sealed itself within seconds, the pain of a clumsily banged shin had faded quickly and left no bruise. The two of them had begun to joke about it, and every day when Phoenix woke up he found himself thanking God for the beautiful, perfect, living man beside him.
Edgeworth's hand was cold in his; Phoenix didn't bother to check for a pulse. He knew full well the disturbing silence he would find. Edgeworth was drawing breath, but clearly only by conscious effort.
At least he's sounding better. The fluid must be clearing out of his lungs...
The ordeal was easier this time, knowing that Edgeworth would heal. But seeing him in this horrific state was no less harrowing.
Edgeworth suddenly lurched forward, with a choking gasp, grasping convulsively at his chest. Gumshoe twisted around, wide-eyed, where he had been taking the clerk's statement. Phoenix quickly covered Edgeworth's hand with his own before he could tear away the blood clot.
"Your heart?" he asked anxiously.
"Gaahh... finally," Edgeworth choked out. "God... feels like a damned war drum..."
"Hey," Phoenix said, and he couldn't suppress the laugh bubbling up in his chest. "At least it's going."
-
The shooter had already been escorted to detention by the time Edgeworth had regained enough strength to stand. Phoenix regretted this, aloud, and Gumshoe had whooped with laughter. Edgeworth had informed them both that it was not very funny.
(Phoenix saw the smirk pulling at his lips, nevertheless.)
By the time he had his keys out, Edgeworth was grumbling about his ruined suit, seemingly unaware of the awed stares from both Phoenix and Gumshoe as he unlocked his car.
"You know, Mr. Edgeworth," Gumshoe had said, "you're really something."
"I'm an aberrant freak of nature, is what I am," Edgeworth had replied, though without any real rancor.
"No, Miles," Phoenix had said. "You're a miracle."
-
And now for something mostly different: concept art for the other superhero AU this prompt inspired me for.
... Superhero lawyers ping me hard, apparently.
Confidential dossiers from the Fey & Co. Law Offices
Title: Miracle
Words: 1,359
Pairing: Phoenix/Edgeworth
Rating: R
Summary: Everyone dies eventually. Edgeworth's just really bad at it.
Warnings: Blood and violent imagery
Prompt: "After reading all those fics about Edgeworth getting shot, Anon wants to see Phoenix and/or Edgeworth as a superhero. Preferably a really badass one. <3?"
"Thanks a lot, pal. We couldn't have done it without you!"
Phoenix shrugged modestly, straightening his suit coat and checking to be sure that his badge was still securely pinned to the lapel. "Least I could do, really. I mean, I'm involved."
The flashing red and blue from the police cars cast an unsettling light over the small convenience store and its parking lot. The police had already set up a perimeter; out of the corner of his eye, Phoenix could see two officers dispersing the gathered, murmuring crowd. Behind him, he could hear the ill-fated robber's rights being read, and felt a small amount of grim satisfaction.
"I gotta say, pal, I didn't know you had that kinda fighting in you," Gumshoe was saying behind him, sounding deeply impressed.
"I was pretty motivated."
Gumshoe's face twisted in thought. "So you were right there on the scene, huh?" he asked, starting towards the convenience store itself. Phoenix followed, brushing some dirt off his sleeve. Wrestling the armed robber to the ground and keeping him down until the police arrived had been a messy affair. Though he was downplaying it to Gumshoe, in all honesty he was still a little amazed that he'd done it.
But then, the circumstances had been... inspiring.
"Yeah. I was just behind... the victim," he said, cautiously.
Gumshoe winced. "That's gotta be rough, pal."
"Not as rough as it could have been." Rougher, actually, but... "It was Edgeworth."
The big detective's pace missed a beat. "Mr. Edgeworth? Really?"
"We were picking up some things after work," Phoenix said, closing his eyes at the blast of cold air as they stepped through the automatic doors. Everything felt far away. "He put himself in front of me."
Gumshoe let out a low whistle, grinning. "That's Mr. Edgeworth for you. He's a real man of action!"
... I wonder sometimes if Gumshoe's not living in some kind of parallel universe.
"But I guess that's it for the murder charges, huh?"
"I don't know," Phoenix said thoughtfully. "You could probably make a case for it..."
Slowly drying blood on the cheap tile betrayed Edgeworth's location as they approached, and Phoenix winced. He hadn't remembered there being so much... but then, he hadn't lingered long at the scene. Chasing after the shooter had been an almost automatic reaction.
The store clerk, crouched at Edgeworth's side, gave the approaching pair a look of such helpless, terrified perplexity that Phoenix almost laughed aloud; as it was, he answered the look with a sympathetic smile.
"We've got everything in hand, sir!" Gumshoe barked, and Phoenix wasn't sure if he was talking to the clerk or to Edgeworth. The clerk seemed to take it as permission to leave, though, and scurried back behind the counter. Minding the cash register and the cigarettes was far less stressful.
Edgeworth himself was propped up weakly against a cardboard display - if the ghastly smears on the floor were any indication, he'd dragged himself there. The entire front of his suit was soaked with blood. At least there didn't seem to be more on the way; the area over Edgeworth's heart was covered in an ugly, congealed mass.
Phoenix's heart gave a strange sort of flop as he crouched down beside the prosecutor. "Hey, Edgeworth. We got him. How're you doing?"
"Nnghnnhn," Edgeworth responded. He turned his head away from Phoenix to cough out a mouthful of blood, and took a horrific, rattling breath before trying again: "I'm still... waiting... for my heart to... start beating again."
"Maybe it’d help if we got that suit off you and bandaged you up?" Phoenix asked softly, brushing Edgeworth's sweat-dampened bangs away from his face. "I think you’re okay for now, but it looks like you could tear it open again if you move too much..."
"Don't cover it," Edgeworth hissed. "Bullet's... still in there, you know..."
Phoenix looked up helplessly at Gumshoe. Gumshoe's return look was no more confident.
"Do you need us to take you home, Miles?" he asked, finally. "You know we're only five minutes away from my place."
"... no... I'll just ruin... another set of your good sheets." He coughed again, turning his head to face Phoenix at last. "You have... so few, I want you to... keep as many as you can."
"You must be getting better if you're complaining about my linens." He couldn't keep the note of desperate relief out of his voice, though.
He'd thought he was used to this. After that first horrific scene, he'd imagined nothing could be worse - hauling the last boxes out of Gumshoe's deserted apartment complex, the earthquake, the wretched crack and screech of the ramshackle building finally giving up the ghost, and the sick realization that Edgeworth had still been inside, the only one still inside... hauling the prosecutor's body from the rubble, impossibly crushed and maimed. He could still remember Maya's shriek and horrified sobs, soon muffled by Gumshoe's ratty old coat as he'd pulled the tiny medium into a bear hug. He could remember the cold, sick feeling overtaking his whole body, the way the world seemed to end around him, taking in the sight of what could only be Miles Edgeworth's corpse...
Until the man, who could not possibly have been alive, slowly opened his eyes and fixed Phoenix with a wild and terrified - but conscious - gaze.
That was the day they'd realized that Miles Edgeworth was something incredible.
They'd carefully wrapped him in Gumshoe's coat, and taken him back to Phoenix's apartment - unseen along the way, thank God, or they would have had some very awkward questions to answer - where they had laid him down, as gently as possible, on Phoenix's bed. Gumshoe and Maya had situated themselves just outside the door, where the sound of their increasingly absurd speculation had provided soothing background noise as Phoenix had tended to Edgeworth, washing the blood from his skin and murmuring encouragements.
By the end of the day, Edgeworth had completely recovered. His extensive, fatal wounds had healed without so much as a scar.
Phoenix had thought he'd gotten used to it. The idea had had time to settle. In the time since the incident, Edgeworth's strange power had proven to hold fast - an accidental paper cut had sealed itself within seconds, the pain of a clumsily banged shin had faded quickly and left no bruise. The two of them had begun to joke about it, and every day when Phoenix woke up he found himself thanking God for the beautiful, perfect, living man beside him.
Edgeworth's hand was cold in his; Phoenix didn't bother to check for a pulse. He knew full well the disturbing silence he would find. Edgeworth was drawing breath, but clearly only by conscious effort.
At least he's sounding better. The fluid must be clearing out of his lungs...
The ordeal was easier this time, knowing that Edgeworth would heal. But seeing him in this horrific state was no less harrowing.
Edgeworth suddenly lurched forward, with a choking gasp, grasping convulsively at his chest. Gumshoe twisted around, wide-eyed, where he had been taking the clerk's statement. Phoenix quickly covered Edgeworth's hand with his own before he could tear away the blood clot.
"Your heart?" he asked anxiously.
"Gaahh... finally," Edgeworth choked out. "God... feels like a damned war drum..."
"Hey," Phoenix said, and he couldn't suppress the laugh bubbling up in his chest. "At least it's going."
-
The shooter had already been escorted to detention by the time Edgeworth had regained enough strength to stand. Phoenix regretted this, aloud, and Gumshoe had whooped with laughter. Edgeworth had informed them both that it was not very funny.
(Phoenix saw the smirk pulling at his lips, nevertheless.)
By the time he had his keys out, Edgeworth was grumbling about his ruined suit, seemingly unaware of the awed stares from both Phoenix and Gumshoe as he unlocked his car.
"You know, Mr. Edgeworth," Gumshoe had said, "you're really something."
"I'm an aberrant freak of nature, is what I am," Edgeworth had replied, though without any real rancor.
"No, Miles," Phoenix had said. "You're a miracle."
-
And now for something mostly different: concept art for the other superhero AU this prompt inspired me for.
... Superhero lawyers ping me hard, apparently.
Confidential dossiers from the Fey & Co. Law Offices
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Good god, Florida come now~ XD!
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CP is going to go swimmingly I can tell. XD
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I really do hope someone writes that Torchwood/PM crossover on the meme.
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THE INDESTRUCTIBLE MAN WILL PROVE WHAT HE'S WOOOOOOORTH
I'm sorry.
I'm surprised at how much sense this actually made to me. It worked. Considering Edgeworth's history and personality, the power fits him, and I really enjoyed your writing, and I'll shut up now.
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Yeah, it's kind of weird how well this works on him, for a power that I chose more or less just because the meme was FULL OF DEATHFIC and what would be the most obvious response...? An Edgeworth who couldn't be killed, naturally.
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I don't even play PW, WTF. But the power, the characters, the writing... awesome.
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Thank you. ♥ I'm kind of flattered you like this when you're not even in the fandom! :D
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♥♥♥♥
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And I like the superhero profiles. ^^ Superhero AUs make everything better.
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They do. ^^ Hahaha, the full AU with the superhero team is my personal "screw the tragedy" AU for the main characters, because I am a sucker and I can. XD
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...although I very sadly have to think of what would happen were Phoenix the one to die. ;_;
I am also incredibly amused at the superhero AU art, particularly the "cut that out" in Maya's profile. XD I really really want to see this idea develop more~.
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Oh, yes. ;_; But don't worry, Phoenix won't be dying. If anything catastrophic happens, it'll be to Edgeworth. XD
Everyone seems to like that~ I'm definitely poking at it. :D Phoenix will be a challenge to write, since the empathy gives him such a radically different perspective on everything, but at the same time it'll be fun~ And the possibilities that open up from having Mia alive and Diego around... XD