Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Phoenix/Miles, Trucy, Apollo, Maya, Pearl, Pess
Summary: Miles Edgeworth returns home from Europe and finds quite a welcome waiting for him at home. Family fluff style.
Notes: Written for the following KinkMeme request:
GS-4 PHOENIX AND EDGEWORTH. I want a family!fic, with Hobohodou, Apollo, Pearl, Maya, Trucy...PESS. I am so sick of the angst that GS4 has brought upon this pairing.
SO PLEASE ANON, DELIVER SOMETHING FLUFFY TO ME.
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Phoenix went alone to fetch Edgeworth from the airport. Not because the girls weren't eager to see him again, or because Apollo wasn't excited about meeting him for the first time, but because someone had to explain why Phoenix and Trucy hadn't been living in his apartment and spending his money. How with him away in Europe, there was just too much of him in that house, too much to miss. How Phoenix would probably never get out of bed but just lie there breathing in the memory of Edgeworth, how he would have lost his willpower and called Edgeworth home away from his important research, how nothing would have gotten done. And someone had to tell him the whole story about Apollo and Trucy, even the parts they didn't know yet, because Phoenix knew and Miles was his other half.
Of course, that all took a backseat to welcoming Miles back with a kiss that drew most of the eyes in the airport. Miles, equally conscious of the spectacle a hobo kissing a well-to-do gentleman made, said, "You could buy some new clothes. I could buy you some new clothes. We aren't poor."
"I like these. They're comfortable."
"Don't tell me. You spent all the money I left on some elaborate magic trick for Trucy again, didn't you?"
"Objection! Just because I did that the last three- four- times you left the country, doesn't mean I did it this time."
"So what did you spend it on?"
"Eheheh... nothing, actually."
"Nothing? Have you been feeding the girl? You don't look starved yourself - or have you been filling up at that bizarre excuse for a restaurant where you work?"
"We had enough. It was there if we needed it, but you know how Trucy is. And we've got Apollo now, too. I wrote you about him, yes."
"Yes, and I think there is a lot we need to catch up on. Just as soon as I rescue poor Pess from quarantine - he's really getting too old to show overseas now."
"You and your championship dog. Don't give me that look, I missed him too. Not as much as you, but I did."
*
On the drive home, Phoenix talked for most of the way. Miles was glad; most of his time abroad had been spent frantically working in an attempt to get back to Phoenix soon or else listening to Franziska complain about Phoenix's seeming lack of ambition to get his badge back. She didn't seem to understand that the badge had served its purpose for Wright, and now he was focused on other things. Sometimes Miles himself didn't understand, but Phoenix was happy, and however much Miles might tease him about the hobo outfit, it looked good - sexy - on Phoenix.
"Here we are. Home sweet home, now that you're back."
Pess sensed the excitement, sensed the drawing near to home, and barked his agreement. Chuckling, Phoenix let Pess out before going to take Miles' luggage.
"Mr. Edgeworth! Pess!"
"Pess! Uncle Miles!"
Two teenage girls bounded to the just-parked car, Trucy running to give Edgeworth a hug before she squatted down and devoted herself to wrestling with Pess. Maya Fey followed, somewhat more sedately, but still with a bounce in her step that looked odd coming from a woman in the heavy robes of Kurain's Master. She bowed. "We're very glad you're back, Mr. Edgeworth."
"Where's Polly?" Phoenix asked.
"Polly? The parrot?"
"No... oh, I forgot to tell you. Polly's what we call Apollo."
"Silly Daddy, you're supposed to tell Uncle Miles everything. That's how true love works, isn't it, Pearl?"
"Oh yes. And you better not forget anything, because then you could make difficulties in the relationship."
Miles glanced at Phoenix, but the beneficent smile had not left his face. "He's had quite enough to tell me that I can understand how a few details might have slipped through. Still, I would like to meet this Apollo. Where is he?"
"Oh shoot, you didn't leave him with the turkey, did you, Aunt Maya? Polly's not much of a cook." Trucy went running into the house.
"Since when are any of you cooks?" Miles looked towards Phoenix.
"Oh, none of us are, but I guess Trucy decided to make you something special for your homecoming. You know, because we all missed you."
"That's exactly right!" Maya nodded. "And I told her go ahead, because Trucy can do just about anything she puts her mind to."
Edgeworth raised an eyebrow. "Like the time she decided to learn to juggle using raw eggs in the living room?"
Maya chuckled nervously. "Um..."
"Or the time she decided that she was going to use my new cravat to test out the disappearing ink that didn't disappear?"
"Um..."
"All right, Miles, I think she gets the point. Let's go make sure there's no burning turkey feathers or anything in the oven.”
Trucy had managed to obtain a turkey without feathers, but there was still a faint odor of smoke in the kitchen, and a sheepish-looking young man standing with a fire extinguisher staring at a foam-filled oven.
Miles checked to make sure there were no open flames or other immediate sources of danger, and then switched off the oven. “This must be Polly, as I cannot think of a more apt situation to characterize anyone you would claim as a protege.”
The boy blushed. Phoenix grinned. “Edgeworth, meet Apollo. Polly, this is Miles Edgeworth, the man you've been hearing so much about lately. And this little rascal,” Phoenix bent down to the ruffle the ears of an appalled-looking Pess, whose eyes were fixed on the oven, “is his championship winning dog, who is probably smarter than the rest of us humans put together.”
“I wouldn't doubt it.”
“I'm sorry about the mess, Uncle Miles, I just really wanted you to have something special when you came back...”
“Aw, Trucy, don't look so sad!”
If any one thing could be found to ruffle Phoenix's carefully constructed aura of coolness (well, besides the things Miles did to him in the privacy of their own bedroom), it was a pout from his little girl. Miles could not help a slight smirk at the familiarity of the scene, but hoped the tone in his voice would be enough to smooth it over. “I appreciate the attempt, Trucy, truly I do - no, don't howl like that Pess, I know it must hurt your nose but you have a dog door, you can go outside and get away - why don't I just take us all out tonight? Someplace nice.”
“I don't know what happened. I shouldn't have let Polly alone with it.”
“H-hey, don't blame me.”
“Children, children.” Phoenix had regained his composure. “I'm sure Polly didn't mean to do whatever he did.”
Miles caught the desperate expression on Apollo's face. “Do they gang up on you often?” he asked.
“A-all the time, sir.” Apollo looked nervous even making the confession.
“Ah, but what these Wrights did not realize when they took you in is that now they no longer outnumber us.”
Apollo looked stunned.
“They do if Mystic Maya and I help them,” Pearl replied, in a tone very much reminiscent of the old days when everything was Phoenix and Maya together.
“Ah, perhaps. Now, who was it that put the turkey into the oven?”
“Trucy and I did that,” Maya said.
“And did you take out the giblets beforehand?”
“Gib-whosis? Like a monkey or something?”
“Not gibbons, giblets. A bag inside the turkey, that has various organs and things most people find distasteful and feed to their pets.”
Maya and Trucy looked at each other. “No...”
“There you are, then. The paper bag holding the giblets caught fire, and therefore it is not Apollo's fault at all. Case closed.”
Trucy looked about to object, then instead turned to Apollo. “Sorry, Polly. I guess I should know better than to accuse you before I know the truth.”
“That's right!” Apollo turned to Edgeworth, and smiled a bit shyly. “Thanks, sir.”
“Quite welcome. Now, who is ready to go out and get some real food?”
The girls stampeded, arguing over who was going to be able to eat the most. Phoenix winked at Edgeworth as they and Apollo followed at a more sedate pace.
He was home, and it was good.
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Phoenix/Miles, Trucy, Apollo, Maya, Pearl, Pess
Summary: Miles Edgeworth returns home from Europe and finds quite a welcome waiting for him at home. Family fluff style.
Notes: Written for the following KinkMeme request:
GS-4 PHOENIX AND EDGEWORTH. I want a family!fic, with Hobohodou, Apollo, Pearl, Maya, Trucy...PESS. I am so sick of the angst that GS4 has brought upon this pairing.
SO PLEASE ANON, DELIVER SOMETHING FLUFFY TO ME.
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Phoenix went alone to fetch Edgeworth from the airport. Not because the girls weren't eager to see him again, or because Apollo wasn't excited about meeting him for the first time, but because someone had to explain why Phoenix and Trucy hadn't been living in his apartment and spending his money. How with him away in Europe, there was just too much of him in that house, too much to miss. How Phoenix would probably never get out of bed but just lie there breathing in the memory of Edgeworth, how he would have lost his willpower and called Edgeworth home away from his important research, how nothing would have gotten done. And someone had to tell him the whole story about Apollo and Trucy, even the parts they didn't know yet, because Phoenix knew and Miles was his other half.
Of course, that all took a backseat to welcoming Miles back with a kiss that drew most of the eyes in the airport. Miles, equally conscious of the spectacle a hobo kissing a well-to-do gentleman made, said, "You could buy some new clothes. I could buy you some new clothes. We aren't poor."
"I like these. They're comfortable."
"Don't tell me. You spent all the money I left on some elaborate magic trick for Trucy again, didn't you?"
"Objection! Just because I did that the last three- four- times you left the country, doesn't mean I did it this time."
"So what did you spend it on?"
"Eheheh... nothing, actually."
"Nothing? Have you been feeding the girl? You don't look starved yourself - or have you been filling up at that bizarre excuse for a restaurant where you work?"
"We had enough. It was there if we needed it, but you know how Trucy is. And we've got Apollo now, too. I wrote you about him, yes."
"Yes, and I think there is a lot we need to catch up on. Just as soon as I rescue poor Pess from quarantine - he's really getting too old to show overseas now."
"You and your championship dog. Don't give me that look, I missed him too. Not as much as you, but I did."
*
On the drive home, Phoenix talked for most of the way. Miles was glad; most of his time abroad had been spent frantically working in an attempt to get back to Phoenix soon or else listening to Franziska complain about Phoenix's seeming lack of ambition to get his badge back. She didn't seem to understand that the badge had served its purpose for Wright, and now he was focused on other things. Sometimes Miles himself didn't understand, but Phoenix was happy, and however much Miles might tease him about the hobo outfit, it looked good - sexy - on Phoenix.
"Here we are. Home sweet home, now that you're back."
Pess sensed the excitement, sensed the drawing near to home, and barked his agreement. Chuckling, Phoenix let Pess out before going to take Miles' luggage.
"Mr. Edgeworth! Pess!"
"Pess! Uncle Miles!"
Two teenage girls bounded to the just-parked car, Trucy running to give Edgeworth a hug before she squatted down and devoted herself to wrestling with Pess. Maya Fey followed, somewhat more sedately, but still with a bounce in her step that looked odd coming from a woman in the heavy robes of Kurain's Master. She bowed. "We're very glad you're back, Mr. Edgeworth."
"Where's Polly?" Phoenix asked.
"Polly? The parrot?"
"No... oh, I forgot to tell you. Polly's what we call Apollo."
"Silly Daddy, you're supposed to tell Uncle Miles everything. That's how true love works, isn't it, Pearl?"
"Oh yes. And you better not forget anything, because then you could make difficulties in the relationship."
Miles glanced at Phoenix, but the beneficent smile had not left his face. "He's had quite enough to tell me that I can understand how a few details might have slipped through. Still, I would like to meet this Apollo. Where is he?"
"Oh shoot, you didn't leave him with the turkey, did you, Aunt Maya? Polly's not much of a cook." Trucy went running into the house.
"Since when are any of you cooks?" Miles looked towards Phoenix.
"Oh, none of us are, but I guess Trucy decided to make you something special for your homecoming. You know, because we all missed you."
"That's exactly right!" Maya nodded. "And I told her go ahead, because Trucy can do just about anything she puts her mind to."
Edgeworth raised an eyebrow. "Like the time she decided to learn to juggle using raw eggs in the living room?"
Maya chuckled nervously. "Um..."
"Or the time she decided that she was going to use my new cravat to test out the disappearing ink that didn't disappear?"
"Um..."
"All right, Miles, I think she gets the point. Let's go make sure there's no burning turkey feathers or anything in the oven.”
Trucy had managed to obtain a turkey without feathers, but there was still a faint odor of smoke in the kitchen, and a sheepish-looking young man standing with a fire extinguisher staring at a foam-filled oven.
Miles checked to make sure there were no open flames or other immediate sources of danger, and then switched off the oven. “This must be Polly, as I cannot think of a more apt situation to characterize anyone you would claim as a protege.”
The boy blushed. Phoenix grinned. “Edgeworth, meet Apollo. Polly, this is Miles Edgeworth, the man you've been hearing so much about lately. And this little rascal,” Phoenix bent down to the ruffle the ears of an appalled-looking Pess, whose eyes were fixed on the oven, “is his championship winning dog, who is probably smarter than the rest of us humans put together.”
“I wouldn't doubt it.”
“I'm sorry about the mess, Uncle Miles, I just really wanted you to have something special when you came back...”
“Aw, Trucy, don't look so sad!”
If any one thing could be found to ruffle Phoenix's carefully constructed aura of coolness (well, besides the things Miles did to him in the privacy of their own bedroom), it was a pout from his little girl. Miles could not help a slight smirk at the familiarity of the scene, but hoped the tone in his voice would be enough to smooth it over. “I appreciate the attempt, Trucy, truly I do - no, don't howl like that Pess, I know it must hurt your nose but you have a dog door, you can go outside and get away - why don't I just take us all out tonight? Someplace nice.”
“I don't know what happened. I shouldn't have let Polly alone with it.”
“H-hey, don't blame me.”
“Children, children.” Phoenix had regained his composure. “I'm sure Polly didn't mean to do whatever he did.”
Miles caught the desperate expression on Apollo's face. “Do they gang up on you often?” he asked.
“A-all the time, sir.” Apollo looked nervous even making the confession.
“Ah, but what these Wrights did not realize when they took you in is that now they no longer outnumber us.”
Apollo looked stunned.
“They do if Mystic Maya and I help them,” Pearl replied, in a tone very much reminiscent of the old days when everything was Phoenix and Maya together.
“Ah, perhaps. Now, who was it that put the turkey into the oven?”
“Trucy and I did that,” Maya said.
“And did you take out the giblets beforehand?”
“Gib-whosis? Like a monkey or something?”
“Not gibbons, giblets. A bag inside the turkey, that has various organs and things most people find distasteful and feed to their pets.”
Maya and Trucy looked at each other. “No...”
“There you are, then. The paper bag holding the giblets caught fire, and therefore it is not Apollo's fault at all. Case closed.”
Trucy looked about to object, then instead turned to Apollo. “Sorry, Polly. I guess I should know better than to accuse you before I know the truth.”
“That's right!” Apollo turned to Edgeworth, and smiled a bit shyly. “Thanks, sir.”
“Quite welcome. Now, who is ready to go out and get some real food?”
The girls stampeded, arguing over who was going to be able to eat the most. Phoenix winked at Edgeworth as they and Apollo followed at a more sedate pace.
He was home, and it was good.