#feyworth au

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Feyworth AU thoughts: for me, all of three of the kids have a different dad. Mia's dad married Misty very young and ended up getting a divorce because he wanted to move away from Kurain and it was becoming clear that Misty would become the new Master and would have to stay in the village. Gregory and Misty had a very short relationship after they met for a case where they mutually agreed that they were first of all friends, and whatever other feelings there were were not that deep. She then married Maya's dad, and he acted as a father figure to Mia too during her childhood, before dying when Maya was young, and Mia thought of him as her dad as well.

Mia still remembers, very vaguely, that there was another baby at some point, before Maya, but she was so young that the memory is now blurry and getting mixed with other memories from the same time. Maybe it was her sibling, maybe a cousin. She had cousins, too, she thinks, at some point, but no one talks about them either.

But she remembers a baby.

(and she notices how her mother looks both happy and sorrowful every time she looks at Mia's new baby sister)

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Mia: I found my long-lost little brother, I'm bringing him to the office tomorrow, be nice

Diego: Sure, Kitten

Mia: No, I mean it. Be nice

Diego: ?? Okay, okay, I'll be nice, you don't have to glare at me

Mia: here, you have met once. Miles, this is Diego, Diego, this is Miles. Say hello, Miles

Diego:

Miles: *sulking* hello, Mister Armando

Diego:

Diego: this is the best day of my life

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Miles hated the new house.

It was too big, way too big. His new room was bigger than his old one, but there was too much space. Everything he had brought with him had fit in one shelf and one dresser in the corner, leaving the rest of the room bare.

It wasn't even all of his things he had had in his old room. Miles didn't know where all of his other things had gone. Where all of father's things had gone. Mia had promised to take at least Miles' things, but no one had said anything about his father's things.

Were they going to throw them away? All of father's books and clothes? Miles didn't want them to be thrown away. He wanted to have them with him.

Wind hit the window, making it rattle a bit. The windows and sliding doors back at mother's had also rattled in the wind, but during windy nights, Mia had invited Miles to sleep in her room and drawn their sleeping mats closely together, and the wind staying out while they were inside had been more of a comforting thought than anything else. Miles hated how his new window rattled. He was alone in a big dark room, and there was nothing comforting about it.

Miles wanted his old room back. He wanted to go sleep in Mia's room back in the manor.

He did not want to sleep in his new room.

The window rattled again. Miles pressed his palms against his eyes.

Maybe, if he just closed his eyes tight enough and then opened them, he would realise that this was all just a dream, and he would be in his old room, or Mia would slide the door open and take Miles' hand and take him to her room.

Miles squeezd his eyes closed, and counted to thirty, and then opened them.

He was still in his new room.

The window rattled.

Miles sniffled. He wanted his old room. He wanted his things. He wanted his father's things. He wanted to go to mother's. He wanted to sleep with Mia.

He laid there for a moment, in his all-encompassing misery, before he remembered that it was the middle of the night, and no one would come into his new room.

Maybe...

Slowly, Miles pushed his blanket off, and climbed out of the bed. He made his way as quietly as he could to the dresser, and pulled open the drawer where all his socks were. It had felt disrespectful to hide it there, but after what had almost happened with his keychain...

He had been worried that von Karma would go through the rest of his things, but who would go through someone's socks? That didn't seem likely, so the drawer had felt like the safest option.

Miles reached underneath his socks, and pulled out the Magatama.

It was still warm and glowing. Miles knew that it would stay like that for a long time, of course he did, but he still couldn't shake the relief he felt when his fingers touched the radiating, smooth surface. He quickly pushed the drawer back close and made his way back to his bed, all but burrowing under his blanket, the Magatama held tightly in his hand.

The glow felt like Mia. It was like she was still there, placing the Magatama in Miles' hand, just before the police escorted Miles away again. Miles had felt a little bad for taking her Magatama with him, while leaving his with her, but right now, he was thankful for her making him switch. Now, it was like he still had some of her with him, even when she was so far away.

Miles pressed the Magatama closely against himself, and closed his eyes.

If he really focused to the feeling...it was almost like the wind was rattling the sliding doors at the manor, and Mia was right there, just on the other side of the blanket.

He slept without a nightmare for the first time since leaving home.

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Franziska's brow furrowed, very deeply. Miles thought it was cute, not that he would ever say it out loud. He got the distinct feeling that whereas Maya would've taken it as a compliment, Franziska would not.

"How could he be declared innocent?" She asked, like she was demanding an answer.

"Unfortunately, that's how defense attorney's operate", von Karma said. "They do not care about the justice."

Miles wanted to protest. It was not true! His father had cared about the justice! He had! Why was everyone calling his parents liars? First they had called mother a sham, and now-

The Magatama was heavy in his pocket. von Karma was not looking at him, so Miles pushed just the tips of his fingers into his pocket, so they just touched the warm surface of the pendant.

It was almost like Mia had reached over, to gently touch his hand with hers. It helped a little, enough that Miles was able to keep is mouth shut.

He would have to still find a good moment to go and slip the Magatama back to its hiding place. He couldn't afford to lose it.

He just couldn't.

Franziska scoffed, her cheeks puffing up slightly. It was also cute, and she reminded Miles a lot of Maya when she didn't get a second serving of dessert.

"The prosecution was also lacking", she declared. "If Papa had been the prosecutor, the criminal would've been punished!"

"Obviously", von Karma nodded. "What a state the system is in, if a child can see it, while the Judge can't."

"Of course I can see it!" Franziska puffed her chest, proud of having received a compliment to her intelligence. "There was no one else who could've done it! Right, Papa?"

Miles glanced at von Karma. It still stung, even if Miles knew that not all defense attorney's were like the one defending the bailiff. It had only taken one, after all, to make sure that his father's killer was still free. One had been just enough.

Bitterness rose in Miles' throat, and he pushed his fingers just a little harder against the Magatama to chase it away.

The corner of von Karma's mouth twitched. Miles couldn't tell if it had been a smile.

"Of course there was no one else who could've done it", von Karma said.

The room flashed, all the colors going stark white, before fading into darkness. In the middle of it, there was only von Karma, with chains wrapping around him from all sides.

The locks snapped in place, one after the other, until there were five of them, securely in place on the chains.

The Magatama was burning hot against Miles' fingers, all of the comfort it had given him gone in a single moment.

Staring at the locks, Miles could only feel fear.

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I could use this in both Gregory lives AU's and Feyworth AU's (or in any au where Miles has some sort of actually protective sibling figure with him) but like. Miles is canonically considered very good-looking, and this gets commented on a lot. A lot lot. Most of the time to his face, and many times in a way that's honestly a bit...much. Like oh yes this handsome pretty man over here, let's hit on him or talk about borderline lewd things to him! And Miles' reaction most of the time is to get really embarrassed about it. So like. Imagine when Miles is older and Gregory starts to bring him to the court and to work even more, especially when he starts his law studies, and the amount of people in his office, on the crime scene and on the witness stand keep on hitting on his son. Like excuse me?? Witness??? Why are you, a middle-aged person, hitting on my 18-year-old child in court, right in front of me????? He's this 🤏 close to just crashing out in court himself. Someone once told him that he was lucky to have a son because now he doesn't have to fight people off all the time. Who can he object to.