Request thread// filling a request for a friend//

Mar 06, 2009 16:29

saint_bliss demanded more "adorable Miley" and set me the prompt of Phoenix sending Miles flowers anonymously. So, I'm going to go ahead and do that under the cut. But before I do that, I'm going to announce that this is my official request thread for... a maximum amount of 100 word drabbles, little fics, you know, stuff like that; for the Phoenix Wright ( Read more... )

drabble, ficlet, phoenix wright, miles edgeworth

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siofrafiore March 6 2009, 17:13:54 UTC
skjdnfk so cute uwa c:

*tries to think up a request*

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unresolved March 6 2009, 17:17:54 UTC
Is it as adorable as this icon? ♥

8D

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siofrafiore March 6 2009, 17:20:45 UTC
More so~

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unresolved March 6 2009, 17:30:23 UTC
Bawww. ♥

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alexstarrr March 6 2009, 17:15:37 UTC
Why so adorable, Edgey? and it is pink. damn you and your writing talent. *shakesfistat*

*thinking of a request~*

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unresolved March 6 2009, 17:18:53 UTC
My Edgeworth muse informs you that it is, in fact, magenta. I, and Phoenix, however, insist it is pink. Three against one, Edgeworth.

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alexstarrr March 6 2009, 17:20:58 UTC
That must be a very interesting battle going on in your head, Charlie.

Also my Trucy, Maya and Pearl muses all insist that its pink and Ema wishes to add that shes very sorry, Mr Edgeworth, but scientifically speaking it is pink.

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objecturmom March 6 2009, 17:22:19 UTC
.......you people are horrible.

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siofrafiore March 6 2009, 17:27:59 UTC
I WANT TO REQUEST SOME "JUST WAKING UP IN THE MORNING" FIC WHERE PHOENIX THINKS MILES WAKES UP TOO EARLY AND WANTS HIM TO STAY IN BED

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unresolved March 6 2009, 17:31:00 UTC
OKAY CONSIDER ME WORKING ON IT

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siofrafiore March 6 2009, 17:32:15 UTC
squeee~

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Waaaay over 100 words. :| unresolved March 6 2009, 17:56:46 UTC
He could feel the shifting of the bed in his sleep, feel the covers pull tighter around him and then loosen, feel the warmth that was once there disperse. There was a frown, a small noise of disapproval, a hand desperately searching for the source of warmth; a search that would go unrewarded.

He had been pulled from his dream, it was a good dream-- he couldn't remember the details, he just knew it was pleasant. He shifted, pulling the duvet down below his head and looking towards the now empty bed beside him. He sighed; Edgeworth woke up too early. Far too early. Insanely early. Two sleepy blue eyes glanced towards the clock, which only confirmed his immediate thoughts ( ... )

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REQUEST♥ alexstarrr March 6 2009, 18:01:41 UTC
Surprisingly enough, I want some P/E fluff and if you could work in Trucy, I'd love you forever and gladly offer up any of my organs should you need them at any time. ♥

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Re: REQUEST♥ unresolved March 6 2009, 18:13:46 UTC
*WORKS ON IT*

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alexstarrr March 6 2009, 18:14:21 UTC
♥♥♥♥

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unresolved March 7 2009, 11:29:07 UTC
Trucy had noticed something about her daddy; something nice. It seemed whenever Mister Edgeworth were around, he smiled more. Now, she wasn't stupid. She'd noticed those sneaking glances, the smallest of smiles, the quick but soft graze of fingers meeting skin-- but what she noticed most of all, was the way her daddy's eyes lit up. They'd always been blue, but never before were they that blue.

She saw those eyes sometimes; the shine, the emotion, the love. But only sometimes. When Mr. Edgeworth was around, though, she saw it a lot more, and she liked that.

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tasogareika March 7 2009, 00:00:21 UTC
Post sex flufffffffffff. Of the P/E sort. 8D

/oh so obvious

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unresolved March 7 2009, 05:13:04 UTC
Shall be working on it~

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tasogareika March 7 2009, 06:04:47 UTC
Awesome. <3

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unresolved March 7 2009, 11:37:37 UTC
Sex, lust, want, need; release. It wasn't just the tangling of limbs, their bodies pressed together, the heat of the moment and the flush of skin that Phoenix loved. He loved the way they fell apart together, with laboured breathing, with words caught in their throats and fingers scraping desperately; the way he panted in his ear, the way he said his name, the way he collapsed and the way he clung for just that brief moment.

He loved the comfort, the warmth, the solid fact of another body next to his.

But most of all, he loved him.

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