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Lost and found: a one-shot Wrightworth fanfiction
It started in their youth. The two boys grew closer over the months of their friendship, and he always looked forward to the cheerful voice at his door, saying, “Hi, Mr. Edgeworth! Is Miles ready for school?” Soon that friendship had blossomed into something more: hands entwined, stealing small kisses when the world wasn’t watching, wasn’t judging. They tried to hide it, wishing to avoid the scorn of their peers, but neither could deny it.
But, in one moment, they were torn apart. The fragile thing that had blossomed was shattered by an earthquake. They parted ways, seemingly never to see each other again.
Many years later the cheerful boy, now a young man, saw an article in a newspaper. The boy he had once loved was lost, and needed rescuing. It stirred some memory deep in his heart, and pushed him down the path towards becoming a lawyer.
He felt it all keenly – the joy of meeting his old friend once again, and the sorrow of seeing how changed he was from the boy he used to love. They fought, but became closer over a series of months. By the end of two years, they both felt as they once felt before.
Edgeworth greeted his old friend with the ghost of a smile. “Wright, a word?”
Waving away his young friend, the blue-suited lawyer nodded and followed. In the defendants’ lobby, where nobody else could hear, Miles shuffled his feet. His face was as pink as his suit as he stammered, “Um... Maybe tomorrow, once we’re both finished in court, would you like to join me for tea? Or coffee, whatever you- Don’t laugh at me!”
A grin had spread across Phoenix’s face, but he wasn’t laughing. “Of course,” he replied. “I’d love to. What time? I should be out by three.”
The flame started to grow. A few awkward drinks turned into a month of shy but friendly dates, which gave them an easy companionship that they had never had before. Half a year of romance with doorstep kisses and subtle flirting, only noticed by their closest friends, brought them both joy. Until, once again, their world was torn apart.
A single trial, a single ruling, changed their lives. Phoenix, suddenly a jobless single father, began to sink into a spiral of depression. Miles, called away to international courts, was unable to stand next to his man when it mattered the most. In the depths of his self-loathing, Wright began to push him away. “You can do better than a jobless bum like me,” he would say over the phone. And though it pained him to do so, Edgeworth gave him space. He never let them come to harm – bills were mysteriously prepaid, debts resolved. But he never tried to push anything.
Eight years passed, and Wright slowly recovered. He gained hope from working with a bright young rookie and decided to re-take the bar exam. Overjoyed at Phoenix’s new sense of purpose, Miles helped in any way he could. Late-night study sessions and pulled strings resulted in a smooth process, as Wright returned to the world in which he belonged.
Though he had been with others in the course of those eight years, Miles had never truly been happy with another man. And as he began to see himself once again, Phoenix apologised for everything he had put Miles through. The sudden realisation that he could not have survived without the two people he loved had hit him like a train. He understood how wrong he had been in his actions, and was truly sorry.
Having gained a brief respite from his now three children, Wright curled up next to his partner on the sofa in the Chief Prosecutor’s office, avidly watching the news. In the past, they had hid their relationship in a backwards legal system and society that didn’t accept men like them, but no more.
As the congress announced the results of the vote, hands secretly fished out hidden boxes from pockets. And when the news was broken, both men spoke as one:
“I love you. Will you marry me?”
It started in their youth. The two boys grew closer over the months of their friendship, and he always looked forward to the cheerful voice at his door, saying, “Hi, Mr. Edgeworth! Is Miles ready for school?” Soon that friendship had blossomed into something more: hands entwined, stealing small kisses when the world wasn’t watching, wasn’t judging. They tried to hide it, wishing to avoid the scorn of their peers, but neither could deny it.
But, in one moment, they were torn apart. The fragile thing that had blossomed was shattered by an earthquake. They parted ways, seemingly never to see each other again.
Many years later the cheerful boy, now a young man, saw an article in a newspaper. The boy he had once loved was lost, and needed rescuing. It stirred some memory deep in his heart, and pushed him down the path towards becoming a lawyer.
He felt it all keenly – the joy of meeting his old friend once again, and the sorrow of seeing how changed he was from the boy he used to love. They fought, but became closer over a series of months. By the end of two years, they both felt as they once felt before.
Edgeworth greeted his old friend with the ghost of a smile. “Wright, a word?”
Waving away his young friend, the blue-suited lawyer nodded and followed. In the defendants’ lobby, where nobody else could hear, Miles shuffled his feet. His face was as pink as his suit as he stammered, “Um... Maybe tomorrow, once we’re both finished in court, would you like to join me for tea? Or coffee, whatever you- Don’t laugh at me!”
A grin had spread across Phoenix’s face, but he wasn’t laughing. “Of course,” he replied. “I’d love to. What time? I should be out by three.”
The flame started to grow. A few awkward drinks turned into a month of shy but friendly dates, which gave them an easy companionship that they had never had before. Half a year of romance with doorstep kisses and subtle flirting, only noticed by their closest friends, brought them both joy. Until, once again, their world was torn apart.
A single trial, a single ruling, changed their lives. Phoenix, suddenly a jobless single father, began to sink into a spiral of depression. Miles, called away to international courts, was unable to stand next to his man when it mattered the most. In the depths of his self-loathing, Wright began to push him away. “You can do better than a jobless bum like me,” he would say over the phone. And though it pained him to do so, Edgeworth gave him space. He never let them come to harm – bills were mysteriously prepaid, debts resolved. But he never tried to push anything.
Eight years passed, and Wright slowly recovered. He gained hope from working with a bright young rookie and decided to re-take the bar exam. Overjoyed at Phoenix’s new sense of purpose, Miles helped in any way he could. Late-night study sessions and pulled strings resulted in a smooth process, as Wright returned to the world in which he belonged.
Though he had been with others in the course of those eight years, Miles had never truly been happy with another man. And as he began to see himself once again, Phoenix apologised for everything he had put Miles through. The sudden realisation that he could not have survived without the two people he loved had hit him like a train. He understood how wrong he had been in his actions, and was truly sorry.
Having gained a brief respite from his now three children, Wright curled up next to his partner on the sofa in the Chief Prosecutor’s office, avidly watching the news. In the past, they had hid their relationship in a backwards legal system and society that didn’t accept men like them, but no more.
As the congress announced the results of the vote, hands secretly fished out hidden boxes from pockets. And when the news was broken, both men spoke as one:
“I love you. Will you marry me?”
