Podfic by nemaliwrites - Malady (ace attorney, 11 min)
@nemaliwrites made a podfic of Malady, one of my Krisnix one-shots, and you should all go listen to it right this second because it SLAPS. Thank you so much!
Tight Leash (ace attorney, 1441 words, one-shot)
It’s a beautiful day in Los Angeles, and you’re a corrupt defense attorney taking your golden retriever for a walk.
Or: Miles runs into Kristoph in the dog park.
Excerpt:
Gavin made a gesture of dismissal, rotating his wrist in an affected manner. “Sometimes a dog can be disciplined,” he said, “but sometimes a dog is so ill-bred, so rabid, Mr. Edgeworth, that there is no alternative but to put him down.”
He was not talking about Axl anymore. Miles had been watching the dogs play, but his head whipped up at that remark, while Gavin turned to him with an unhurried air. Their eyes locked.
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from Malady by @enisywrites:
Kristoph is sick, and Phoenix brings him chicken soup.
It has got to be poisoned.
HOW VERY DARE 😭 HOW IS THIS ALLOWED??? WHO ALLOWED IT???
This is just incredible. I love the composition so much - every panel is so thoughtfully put together, as is the page in its entirety, even down to the time indicator! The way the scene is broken into chunks really echoes Kristoph's groggy, disjointed perception, where his surroundings are very sharp or very vague. I also love how we don't see much of Kristoph himself, but everything else is magnified, larger than life - the bowl and the television and Phoenix. It's amazing how much heavy lifting the shading is doing here, with its unsettling, angular shadows. Gosh, your style is so beautiful and distinctive.
Thank you so, so much for this! 💞 I have linked to this page in the author's notes! I am floored by your talent always.
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Malady (ace attorney, 1413 words, one-shot)
Kristoph is sick, and Phoenix brings him chicken soup.
It has got to be poisoned.
Teaser:
“That’s great — the soup could use some garnish. Only the best for your final meal.”
A flinch. “What?”
“I said, ‘although it won’t make the chicken taste like veal.’ Are you feeling all right?” The man strides over to the sofa, leans close, and ever so tenderly kisses Kristoph’s cheek.
That simpleton. That ingrate. He’s playing his smug, insolent little mind games again.
(Isn’t he?)
for some reason i cant stop thinking about this fic n had to draw it
anyway. thats all. goodbye
THAT IS SO ASTONISHINGLY LOVELY - goddd, seeing scenes from stories brought to another medium always looks like some kind of witchcraft, especially when it's done so convincingly. I love Kristoph's flaxen hair and Phoenix's mysterious smile and the earthly colors and that sinuous cloud of steam between them - what a thoughtful composition. You convey so much about the story's atmosphere in a single tableau, I am amazed!
I've linked to the art in the author's notes now. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm so happy I wrote things you could enjoy!
Sublimation (ace attorney, 300 words, drabble)
They have an understanding.
Edgeworth leaves the office an hour earlier on Thursdays, pulls ahead of the evening traffic, and drives to a studio above a nail salon. The walls are peeling plaster and there is a note taped to the door: ‘Bell broken — knock five times.’
No matter how often they’ve done this, Iris always greets him with a grateful, startled gasp. She looks the same as she did before prison, only her hair is shorter, and she has a tattoo of a bee on her left arm. He’s gay and she’s uninterested, but that’s the entire point. And when their clothes are off, they avert their eyes politely and think about somebody else.
They talk about somebody else, too, after the act:
“Feenie used to wear pink in college. An even brighter shade than yours, Mr. Edgeworth.”
“How long did it take you? To realize that you… felt this way.”
“Um. Only an hour or so — that’s how long our first lunch break lasted. What about you?”
“Longer.”
They do this and more on Thursdays — chiefly so they can both get through the Fridays.
It’s Edgeworth’s turn today.
Having now aired his ‘deep, dark secret,’ he can endure… all of this nonsense. He can agree to spend an evening with Phoenix and his boyfriend. He can nod cordially at Kristoph Gavin. He can compliment him on his choice of restaurant, his taste in Chardonnays. He can hold Phoenix’s hand platonically. He can bite down You deserve better and He’s not what he seems and I was here first, dammit. He can watch them kiss without flinching. He can smile, not too tightly.
He can let drop, “I talked to Sister Iris yesterday” and peer at his old friend, scouring his face in search of kinder, more sensible heartbreaks.
Malady (ace attorney, 1413 words, one-shot)
Kristoph is sick, and Phoenix brings him chicken soup.
It has got to be poisoned.
Teaser:
“That’s great — the soup could use some garnish. Only the best for your final meal.”
A flinch. “What?”
“I said, ‘although it won’t make the chicken taste like veal.’ Are you feeling all right?” The man strides over to the sofa, leans close, and ever so tenderly kisses Kristoph’s cheek.
That simpleton. That ingrate. He’s playing his smug, insolent little mind games again.
(Isn’t he?)
Little Incisions (ace attorney, 720 words, drabble collection)
Seven scenes from the life of one Phoenix Wright, disbarred ace attorney, and his latest affair.
(For all his efforts, there is no getting rid of Kristoph.)
Teaser:
There are three layers between Kristoph and him: the plexiglass of the prison visiting room, Kristoph’s glasses, Kristoph’s veneer of disaffection.
“You know, I’m gonna miss that fruity cologne, Kris.”
“I can’t say I’ll miss your various Borscht-Bowl-and-tracksuit odors.”
“We got along, didn’t we, despite everything?”
Silence.
“You must have hated me, though, to take such extreme measures. Getting me disbarred. Keeping up that years-long plot. Why else would you… It was hatred. Right?”
Kristoph grips the frames tightly, where they hook over his ear, deliberating.
The glasses stay on, in the end. But he is down to two layers.