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Rise from the Ashes, again and again

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To you, the magnificent one who had fallen in love with me, who is now my eternal, cherished partner.
I will always, always love you, as you rise from the ashes, again and again.

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“We can’t, Phoenix…we just can’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because…I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean, Miles?”

“Because I would not be able to stand losing you forever.”

“You won’t.”

“Unfortunately that’s not true…for me, that is.”

“Miles?”

“For you will definitely run out of time one day…while I will not.”

“Miles, just what are you–”

“Farewell, Phoenix.”

“No, wait, Miles, don't–!”

“And I wish you happiness, as long as you’re alive.”

To you, the mortal whom I fell in love with, happily and agonisingly.


 

Ashes.

That was what he first sighted when he first opened his eyes.

Smokes.

That was what he first scented when he first breathed.

“Phoenix?”

That was what he first heard when he rose from the bed of ashes he was lying on.

And that was where he saw him.

“Phoenix?”

Grey hair. Grey eyes. Long pointy eyes. Pale skin. Strolling towards him in light steps with an expression that seemed to have both nervousness and hope at the same time, before he kneeled right beside.

…A human?

“…can you understand me?”

No…humans do not have pointy ears - he knew this somehow.

“…yes.”

But he still couldn't remember what the man is.

“Do you know who I am?”

He was about to say no. He did not know who the man is.

“I…”

But he couldn't say no.

“Phoenix?”

Because for reasons unknown even to him, he knew the name of the man before him.

“…Miles?”

And for reasons unknown, he loved the smile that appeared on the man’s face.

“That’s right, my name is Miles.”

And he loved the warmth of the embrace he was succumbed to soon after.

“Welcome back, Phoenix.”

 


“Do I know you?”

“…what do you mean?”

“It just…you look familiar.”

“…Familiar how?”

“Like…I met you, and I know you.”

“…you know me?”

“…no…but…I think I know your name.”

“…what?”

“It’s…Miles?”

“…Impossible.”

“Huh?”

“How did you–?!”

“And, and I’m…your…”

“Ngoh! Don’t tell me, are you really–!”

To you, the assumed mortal I had once fallen in love with, who burns right in front of my eyes as I try to save you.


 

Everyone in the village was extremely kind to him.

They provided him food.

They provided him clothes.

And they kneeled before him every day when he woke up, before he was tenderly taken care of by some of the servants in the house.

But he didn't understand why. Why was he being treated with such extreme care and kindness?

Miles told him that he would understand very soon.

And it was when he had reached the twentieth year of the day of his birth that he could feel it.

He could feel himself burning literally in flames.

He could feel the growth of something hot, large and feathery at his arms and back.

He could feel the growth of strength and hardness at his legs.

He could feel the forceful influx of memories old but unknown to him being rushed into his mind.

And he screamed that night, at the place where he had risen from the ashes, and he began to see Miles everywhere.

He was there, among the mobs of mortal children throwing solids at him, going against all of them as he stepped up, becoming Phoenix's shield as he scoffed at the pathetic humans who only knew how to bully the weak like the children and cowards they were.

He was there, laughing with Phoenix as they just watched one of their silly human friends doing silly gimmicks to a mortal lady in order to flirt with her only to find out that the lady was an old woman, before they stopped laughing and ran away as the same old woman suddenly had a crush on Miles after that.

He was there, sitting beside him as they watched the night starry sky, hands unconsciously holding each other but soon separated hurriedly as both of them flushed with embarrassment.

He was there, beside their favourite fountain in the human city, saying goodbye as he embraced Phoenix, telling him it would be the best if they never meet again, because Phoenix had limited time while he did not.

He was there, at the other side of the battlefield, posing with his bow as he aimed his arrow at him, before Miles released his hand and approached him in shock as Phoenix was losing consciousness from the arrow that had hit his shoulder.

He was there, right beside him in a prison cell as he tried to tend to his wounds, before Phoenix could feel himself igniting in flames, shocking Miles who dropped the food and water he had just brought.

He was there, at the other side of the execution ground, posing with his bow again and killing off all the humans present in the scene to ensure there would be no eye witnesses.

He was there, holding Phoenix's hands as he brought him to the Elves village, where he declared to everyone that they are now betrothed and bound to each other for the rest of their lives, with Miles swearing to Phoenix that he would never let him go now that he knew they both had limitless time.

He was there, standing in front of Phoenix in Miles’ home in the village as he gently stroked his face and wings while singing praises of Phoenix’s fantastical body and kissing him, claiming the bird as his own as he took him mercilessly and gently till both of them could come no more.

He was there, hugging him from behind as Phoenix panted hard from his fatal wound, the tyranny leader of the Elves finally fell but at the cost of Phoenix's life force.

He was there, holding his hands as both of them began to tear as it was Phoenix's turn to say goodbye, but with Phoenix promising that he would return to Miles very soon.

And Miles was here, standing before him as he raised his hands to gently cup his feathered chin before he placed his forehead against Phoenix's, smiling in great happiness that his love had finally returned.

“Beautiful,” was the first word that came out of Miles' lips, which Phoenix absorbed the praise in great delight as he purred. “Welcome back, my Phoenix.”

 


“You are a Phoenix, are you not?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“So does this mean you’ll never die?”

“…no.”

“What?”

“I will die every hundred years, Miles. And then revive every hundred years, reborn anew from my own ashes.”

“And you will not remember your past lives?”

“Yes, I will.”

“You will?!”

“Yes, I will remember everything, eventually.”

“Truly?”

“Yes. I will remember you, always, Miles.”

To you, the marvellous Phoenix I had fallen in love with, who made the promise with me without fear time after time.


 

It had taken weeks for Phoenix to learn how to metamorphose back into his human form again; the last time he had to master this was a hundred years ago.

But it’s okay, since time was something they would always have in their immortal lives.

So Miles and Phoenix talked.

About how Miles took over as the leader of the village after the eternal death of the last leader.

About how Miles’ sister Franziska and her husband, Lang made peace with the humans after more than a hundred years of war.

About how grateful the village was to Phoenix who was the one that had put a stop to the late leader’s brutal militia rule.

About how the village and Miles’ family finally and officially accepted their relationship and eternal bond to each other.

Which was why although they had the limitless time, no one could blame Miles for hurriedly bringing Phoenix back to his home when the latter had finally reached his human form, hungry for his lover whom he had waited for twenty years once again.

And Phoenix was just as eager as his elfish lover, unable to stop or slow down as they started kissing hungrily and passionately once they reached their safe haven, where clothes were torn and bodies were thoroughly explored, with both creatures feeling like they were being burnt alive as Miles penetrated into Phoenix, who kept screaming as waves of pleasures torched him from the insides, fiery feathers morphing out from his arms and back. He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, the flaming wings inevitably sprouting out from Phoenix’s back and spread out in flames, threatening to scorch whoever touches those sacred wings mercilessly.

“M-MILES!”

Even Miles couldn’t stop yelling at the burning gratification, tightening his hold on Phoenix’s hands as his lover rode him eagerly and devotedly, repeatedly crying out his name and not wanting to let go even there was a risk of burning the elf’s hands.

“P-Phoenix!”

“Miles, PLEASE! Don’t let go–!”

“I will never, ever, let you go.”

Needless to say, there was never a need for Phoenix to worry about burning the elf fatally while making love, with Miles already taken the necessary precautions in addition to an elf’s natural rapid healing abilities by consuming the potions and casting regenerative and reconstructive spells on his body and home before taking apart the stunning creature he finally had in his arms.

“We will never be apart again, my little blue bird.”

And with that, all that was left was just pure burning sensation of pleasure and love for the two immortal creatures with an eternal promise.

 


“No…Phoenix…”

“Miles…”

“Please…don’t die.”

“Miles…”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I…I’m not, Miles.”

“Phoenix…”

“I…told you…before…didn’t I? That…that I will die…but will…revive…”

“Phoenix…”

“I will…come…back…”

“…Really? You truly will come back? To me?”

“Yes…”

“You promise?”

“I…promise…you…Miles…”

“Phoenix.”

“I will…come back…to you…always.”

To you, the selfless creature I have fallen in love with, who died protecting me as I waited for your inevitable fiery revival.


 

A hundred years of peace and harmony.

A hundred years of love and devotion.

A hundred years of life and death.

Phoenix was beginning to hesitate, knowing he would regret forgetting the last hundred years of memories, even though he knew he would remember them later.

And Miles would make sure of that.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yes I am.”

And yet, Phoenix was still unsure.

“But what if–”

“Everything is going to okay, Phoenix,” Miles quickly assured his husband as he touched him forehead to forehead, smiling with a pair of eyes full of confidence and authority. “Have faith in our love, and me.”

“…Miles, I–”

“You will remember, Phoenix,” the elf declared as he pulled back to cup Phoenix’s cheeks, grey eyes looking into onyx ones with resolve. “And even if by any slightest chance you don’t, I’ll make sure with everything I have that you’ll fall in love with me again.”

“…what makes you so sure about that?”

“Because you can never, ever, escape from me, Phoenix,” this time, Miles used a devoting kiss to the lips to seal the deal. “I will never allow it.”

And Phoenix couldn’t help but chuckle at that answer, which did reassure him nonetheless as he finally was able to release himself from his husband’s embrace.

“Thank you, Miles,” Phoenix said as he finally took his first steps to his supposed destination, glancing at his beloved one more time as he walked. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Phoenix.”

“I’ll see you soon?”

“Of course. It’s a promise.”

With one more smile to each other, Phoenix entered the sacred house Miles had built it for him, the elf watching through the lone window with his magical eyes as magical blue flames kindled and bloomed within the house for hours and hours.

And as anticipated, Miles entered the house when the flames disappeared and immediately spotted the small body that had almost looked like a human child; the little one with the spiked hair rose from the bed of ashes below him, looking at the elf blankly as Miles came closer.

“Phoenix?” the little one blinked, a small hint of confusion beginning to cloud those onyx eyes. “Do you know who I am?”

“…Miles?” and the elf grinned with relief and joy as he hugged the little one gently, who thankfully showed no sign of fear and distrust throughout the whole journey back to the Elves village.

“Welcome back, Phoenix.”

 


“Do you, Miles Edgeworth, with this ring of truth and loyalty, promise to take this man to be your husband, to cherish him, comfort him, honour him, and keep him in love and faith, in all eternity of your life?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Phoenix Wright, with this ring of devotion and commitment, promise to take this man to be your husband, to cherish him, comfort him, honour him, and keep him in love and faith, in all eternity of your life?”

“I do.”

“And with that, I pronounced you husband and husband, eternally bounded by the vows you’ve committed for each other. You may now kiss your husband.”

To you, the magnificent one who had fallen in love with me, who is now my eternal, cherished partner.

This is a promise from me to you.

I will always, always love you, as you die again and again.

I will always, always love you, as you relive again and again.

And I will always, always love you, as you rise from the ashes, again and again.

From me, the one who is eternally yours.

Notes:

This fic was more fun to write than I thought - and I hope you enjoyed it too!