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A Power Of Good (Grossberg/Mia, PG), Eat For A Day (AngelxAdrian, R), Shine (Diego/Mia, R)
Title: A Power Of Good
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 19th, 2008
Wordcount: 362
Rating: PG
Prompt: Grossberg/Young!Mia I need it liek nao.
He had something to do with it. He had to, he was the only one who knew about Mother unless Mia's sources were wrong, and if they were, if she had to find new places to dig her nails in--
Mr. Grossberg brought more reports to file, and answered her loose-thread questions about the formatting. He harrumphed thoughtfully. He looked over his spectacles at her -- all wist -- for a long moment before he shuffled off. Beginner, dear beginner.
How had he begun, in those lemon-scented days? How wide had his eyes been and how much did time erode him, to make him the kind of man who just sighed and gave in? There'd be nail-shaped grooves in Mia's palms each time she thought, except that she was focused, her flesh was pale-patient and it put her Fey heart to shame.
She checked the testimony transcripts, and double-checked them, like Mr. Grossberg showed her. If he gave in so easily -- where had his favourite gold cufflinks gone, sir? -- then he'd tell Mia, too. Maybe just taking him by the lapels and asking would be enough, would put that rabbit fear in his eyes and make the truth spill out of him, whole.
What would truth be, in that storm of a moment? The knowledge-power Mia needed, all the names and details and places to strike? She wished she was right, that the grey sadness in his eyes was regret. Marvin would break for her, he'd confess whatever Mia wanted to hear and he'd be a man, only a man.
She didn't know. She never knew enough and she craved to do something, so she clicked her papers to neatness against the desk and then picked up new ones. Thought boiled dry.
Her energies returned by the end of the day, because they always did. Mia thanked him -- she was in a law office, after all, a relic from those younger days -- and Mr. Grossberg took her hand this time, as he bade her goodnight. The touch lingered as she left, all palm-damp and honesty, and Mia's lips thinned as she walked. He would help; he always did.
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Yeah, I was thinking of a power struggle sort of tension more than an "unf yeah tell me about the days of your youth bb". I figured I'd spare the world THAT Mia pegging fic. XD
Title: Eat For A Day
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 20th, 2008
Wordcount: 692
Rating: R
Prompt: Sortof inspired by gyakusai RP: Adrian x Angel. Oh come on it'd be hot!
Each morning, in the strip mall food court with tired beige tables, a Lunchland sales representative arrived. Adrian would have found it unremarkable but for the timing: moments before the lunch rush, so the saleswoman stood preened and ready. The food court filled with din, and the saleswoman skimmed well-dressed men off from the crowds. This was a cunning marketing strategy.
Turn a blind eye to that, Celeste would have said, since it was shameless poaching not worth rewarding with attention. Adrian tried; she refocused on her limp VeggieTable salads and her crisply pencilled schedules. She needed to refocus, again and again, away from the curves glimpsed through the crowds. She wasn't as good at it as Celeste.
Adrian found an acceptable substitute -- thoughtful gazes into the apparent distance -- and she watched pink boxes disperse. The saleswoman didn't move, but glide. She glowed warm when she smiled, and the men hung on her every frill-edged movement. She conducted. She controlled. She was beautiful.
It didn't seem like enough, one day, pretending not to watch. Ridiculous. Adrian glared blankly at the photo shoot conflict, chewed a leather-dry carrot slice, and dismissed the thought. She looked back up to find the saleswoman approaching, swaying-smooth, crowd melting out of her way.
Excuse me, the saleswoman lilted, but she couldn't help but notice that hungry gaze. She lifted a coy-curled hand, and smiled that someone as discerning as her would enjoy the Ocean Delight lunch.
Celeste would have been strong.
No, Adrian said. She was not interested in a lunch box. She did not recall staring at the woman, and apologized for the misunderstanding. Cold words, and a hard glance back to her notebook.
She listened to her heart hammer, she watched her pencil point hover useless. The saleswoman hadn't left, she knew that with every iota because the saleswoman was stronger, all steel and ivory. Adrian shook as she looked back up to that knife-glittering gaze. It grew quiet inside the food court noise.
The saleswoman smiled, sun through clouds. She swished past Adrian, away, and her low words sank through an instant later:
Follow me.
A command, a blessed command and Adrian must have stood from that miserable table, must have followed white fringe through the crowds but her thoughts had numbed away. Dingy hallway, a sharp-turned corner and the lights clicked away, there was only rich darkness and presence pinning Adrian to a wall.
She had a reputation to keep, the saleslady said, her voice hard as sugar. No one could know; it could never happen again.
Yes, was all Adrian could choke, please.
Hair brushing her cheek, a half-breath of sandalwood and there the saleswoman was, mouth taking hers, touch slipping up her bare arms. A high sound fled Adrian's throat and the touch spread, fingers curling over her shoulders to claim them, another order pressing her hard to the wall. No thinking here either, just matching with lips and tongue, pressing lush with another woman and finding that she was hungry after all.
Your name, Adrian asked because she needed to know. Her voice quavered, thin, far above the rushing bodies. Her arms wrapped those curves and held, begged.
Angel, was the reply, breathed against her throat.
All Adrian could think was of course.
Composure crept back, and Adrian couldn't have said when: only that she glowed, only that her shaking hands straightened her clothes to match Angel's brisk-brushing sounds.
She was familiar with discretion, she said, small and cool. Angel need not be concerned about her reputation.
Touch, suddenly, a hand forming to her face. It waited there, soft, and Adrian froze. She'd never been good at this.
Men were simple creatures, Angel said, kind as venom. Adrian could do it, too, if she wanted.
She was gone, then, brief-blinding light and a rapid click of heels.
She waited one calculated moment, and returned to her food court table, alone. Or, rather, Adrian was alone with the pink lunchbox perched on her abandoned schedule book. Ocean Delight lunches contained rice, seaweed salad and a single gold-fried trout. Definitely a gift. Adrian frowned at the chopsticks -- more to control -- and pried off a bite.
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THIS METAPHOR FOR POWER: LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
Title: Shine
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 24th, 2008
Wordcount: 219
Rating: R
Prompt: Diego/Mia where one partner is being woken up/half asleep. SOME POSSIBILITIES: Mia giving him a Morning Salute on a lazy Saturday, or Diego finding that she's fallen asleep in the middle of watching a movie together and deciding she is far too adorable not to molest. I just want some sweet, sleepy fluff.
Comfort. Soft and warm, safe and glorious, and she drifted upward as she grasped why that was.
These sheets smelled familiar, like him. And Mia smiled -- from her heart outward -- at the circling lines on her back, those slow-roving fingers. She sighed. She turned onto her side, to offer Diego her back, to allow him.
He savoured this like he savoured everything, full palm rounding her side, stroking. A shift and Diego formed to her, sure at her back and breathing in hungry by her ear. She may have made a sound, a pleased keen. She couldn't be sure, cradled like this. The blaze last night had never died, only nestled into its ashes and glowed, warm, always.
Another moment, another hour of his skin on hers and their ankles twining. Daylight crept through Mia's eyelids; she woke -- truly woke -- with Diego's lips on her throat and her heart so full it hurt.
He was too good to her, Mia sighed. She squirmed, turning toward him, wrapping arms around his neck.
Diego hugged her close, muscle and heat and dancing-dark eyes. He said, grinning, that there was no such thing as too good.
Mouths, hands, bodies slow together. Morning air ran cool down her shoulders and Diego's touch followed, warm. He suggested sleeping in. She could only laugh, and hold tighter.
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I've been meaning to do this prompt for ages, fluffy sexy waking up together for great delicious.
Yeah, that's all I did for the Wright-A-Thon, I was hoping to fill a lot more during that week ... But, uhh, I also worked on some longer WIP stuff? I swear. It'll see daylight eventually!
Title: A Power Of Good
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 19th, 2008
Wordcount: 362
Rating: PG
Prompt: Grossberg/Young!Mia I need it liek nao.
He had something to do with it. He had to, he was the only one who knew about Mother unless Mia's sources were wrong, and if they were, if she had to find new places to dig her nails in--
Mr. Grossberg brought more reports to file, and answered her loose-thread questions about the formatting. He harrumphed thoughtfully. He looked over his spectacles at her -- all wist -- for a long moment before he shuffled off. Beginner, dear beginner.
How had he begun, in those lemon-scented days? How wide had his eyes been and how much did time erode him, to make him the kind of man who just sighed and gave in? There'd be nail-shaped grooves in Mia's palms each time she thought, except that she was focused, her flesh was pale-patient and it put her Fey heart to shame.
She checked the testimony transcripts, and double-checked them, like Mr. Grossberg showed her. If he gave in so easily -- where had his favourite gold cufflinks gone, sir? -- then he'd tell Mia, too. Maybe just taking him by the lapels and asking would be enough, would put that rabbit fear in his eyes and make the truth spill out of him, whole.
What would truth be, in that storm of a moment? The knowledge-power Mia needed, all the names and details and places to strike? She wished she was right, that the grey sadness in his eyes was regret. Marvin would break for her, he'd confess whatever Mia wanted to hear and he'd be a man, only a man.
She didn't know. She never knew enough and she craved to do something, so she clicked her papers to neatness against the desk and then picked up new ones. Thought boiled dry.
Her energies returned by the end of the day, because they always did. Mia thanked him -- she was in a law office, after all, a relic from those younger days -- and Mr. Grossberg took her hand this time, as he bade her goodnight. The touch lingered as she left, all palm-damp and honesty, and Mia's lips thinned as she walked. He would help; he always did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah, I was thinking of a power struggle sort of tension more than an "unf yeah tell me about the days of your youth bb". I figured I'd spare the world THAT Mia pegging fic. XD
Title: Eat For A Day
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 20th, 2008
Wordcount: 692
Rating: R
Prompt: Sortof inspired by gyakusai RP: Adrian x Angel. Oh come on it'd be hot!
Each morning, in the strip mall food court with tired beige tables, a Lunchland sales representative arrived. Adrian would have found it unremarkable but for the timing: moments before the lunch rush, so the saleswoman stood preened and ready. The food court filled with din, and the saleswoman skimmed well-dressed men off from the crowds. This was a cunning marketing strategy.
Turn a blind eye to that, Celeste would have said, since it was shameless poaching not worth rewarding with attention. Adrian tried; she refocused on her limp VeggieTable salads and her crisply pencilled schedules. She needed to refocus, again and again, away from the curves glimpsed through the crowds. She wasn't as good at it as Celeste.
Adrian found an acceptable substitute -- thoughtful gazes into the apparent distance -- and she watched pink boxes disperse. The saleswoman didn't move, but glide. She glowed warm when she smiled, and the men hung on her every frill-edged movement. She conducted. She controlled. She was beautiful.
It didn't seem like enough, one day, pretending not to watch. Ridiculous. Adrian glared blankly at the photo shoot conflict, chewed a leather-dry carrot slice, and dismissed the thought. She looked back up to find the saleswoman approaching, swaying-smooth, crowd melting out of her way.
Excuse me, the saleswoman lilted, but she couldn't help but notice that hungry gaze. She lifted a coy-curled hand, and smiled that someone as discerning as her would enjoy the Ocean Delight lunch.
Celeste would have been strong.
No, Adrian said. She was not interested in a lunch box. She did not recall staring at the woman, and apologized for the misunderstanding. Cold words, and a hard glance back to her notebook.
She listened to her heart hammer, she watched her pencil point hover useless. The saleswoman hadn't left, she knew that with every iota because the saleswoman was stronger, all steel and ivory. Adrian shook as she looked back up to that knife-glittering gaze. It grew quiet inside the food court noise.
The saleswoman smiled, sun through clouds. She swished past Adrian, away, and her low words sank through an instant later:
Follow me.
A command, a blessed command and Adrian must have stood from that miserable table, must have followed white fringe through the crowds but her thoughts had numbed away. Dingy hallway, a sharp-turned corner and the lights clicked away, there was only rich darkness and presence pinning Adrian to a wall.
She had a reputation to keep, the saleslady said, her voice hard as sugar. No one could know; it could never happen again.
Yes, was all Adrian could choke, please.
Hair brushing her cheek, a half-breath of sandalwood and there the saleswoman was, mouth taking hers, touch slipping up her bare arms. A high sound fled Adrian's throat and the touch spread, fingers curling over her shoulders to claim them, another order pressing her hard to the wall. No thinking here either, just matching with lips and tongue, pressing lush with another woman and finding that she was hungry after all.
Your name, Adrian asked because she needed to know. Her voice quavered, thin, far above the rushing bodies. Her arms wrapped those curves and held, begged.
Angel, was the reply, breathed against her throat.
All Adrian could think was of course.
Composure crept back, and Adrian couldn't have said when: only that she glowed, only that her shaking hands straightened her clothes to match Angel's brisk-brushing sounds.
She was familiar with discretion, she said, small and cool. Angel need not be concerned about her reputation.
Touch, suddenly, a hand forming to her face. It waited there, soft, and Adrian froze. She'd never been good at this.
Men were simple creatures, Angel said, kind as venom. Adrian could do it, too, if she wanted.
She was gone, then, brief-blinding light and a rapid click of heels.
She waited one calculated moment, and returned to her food court table, alone. Or, rather, Adrian was alone with the pink lunchbox perched on her abandoned schedule book. Ocean Delight lunches contained rice, seaweed salad and a single gold-fried trout. Definitely a gift. Adrian frowned at the chopsticks -- more to control -- and pried off a bite.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THIS METAPHOR FOR POWER: LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
Title: Shine
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Completion date: October 24th, 2008
Wordcount: 219
Rating: R
Prompt: Diego/Mia where one partner is being woken up/half asleep. SOME POSSIBILITIES: Mia giving him a Morning Salute on a lazy Saturday, or Diego finding that she's fallen asleep in the middle of watching a movie together and deciding she is far too adorable not to molest. I just want some sweet, sleepy fluff.
Comfort. Soft and warm, safe and glorious, and she drifted upward as she grasped why that was.
These sheets smelled familiar, like him. And Mia smiled -- from her heart outward -- at the circling lines on her back, those slow-roving fingers. She sighed. She turned onto her side, to offer Diego her back, to allow him.
He savoured this like he savoured everything, full palm rounding her side, stroking. A shift and Diego formed to her, sure at her back and breathing in hungry by her ear. She may have made a sound, a pleased keen. She couldn't be sure, cradled like this. The blaze last night had never died, only nestled into its ashes and glowed, warm, always.
Another moment, another hour of his skin on hers and their ankles twining. Daylight crept through Mia's eyelids; she woke -- truly woke -- with Diego's lips on her throat and her heart so full it hurt.
He was too good to her, Mia sighed. She squirmed, turning toward him, wrapping arms around his neck.
Diego hugged her close, muscle and heat and dancing-dark eyes. He said, grinning, that there was no such thing as too good.
Mouths, hands, bodies slow together. Morning air ran cool down her shoulders and Diego's touch followed, warm. He suggested sleeping in. She could only laugh, and hold tighter.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've been meaning to do this prompt for ages, fluffy sexy waking up together for great delicious.
Yeah, that's all I did for the Wright-A-Thon, I was hoping to fill a lot more during that week ... But, uhh, I also worked on some longer WIP stuff? I swear. It'll see daylight eventually!