#will dl for sure anyway this is the worst

[okruee]

hey guys how to get over the worst breakup of your life thus far no glue no borax

[winniefrezcomics]

Why does dev hate ved so much?

Also did ved have his own versions of dev’s au-pairs

No to the second part, actually! Ved lived a surprisingly quiet, humble life with his father Elad (who I’ll post some more info about in a different ask :3c)- he’s actually not even the prince of the anti fairies, Due to the fact that Elad simply isn’t that ambitious lol. (Unlike his dork-ass son, who is absolutely HELLBENT on taking over fairyworld, but keeps that on the dl uwu )

(Rough Elad concept, will finish later)

…The ruler of the anti faires in this au is actually still completely undecided tbfh, lemme know if yall have suggestions for who would make the most sense! :3c (it may have been Vicky at one point but her ass is for SURE in abracatraz atm)

As for the first part- Trust me, it is EARNED. The reason Dev’s hatred for his anti seems so blown out of proportion to everyone else is because Ved has INTENTIONALLY made it look like Dev hates him just for being an anti-fairy, to discredit anything Dev says to try and make Ved answer for the chaos he so loves causing.

(Longer explanation below)

(Dale is a WELL-KNOWN hater of anti-fairies, due to a certain experience with one named Vicky, so everyone just assumes that hatred was passed down, making Dev’s opinion very biased)

However, Because Dev is well aware he himself only PRETENDS to be mean as a defense mechanism , and actually cares very deeply for his friends and family, Dev can only assume that means Ved’s niceness is similarly fake, and he doesn’t really care about the wellbeing of others at ALL. Ved proves this to be true CONSTANTLY by harming and traumatizing bystanders of wishes- (always Indirectly enough to not break da rules) inevitably making Dev clean up his messes every single time. Aaaand As much as he hates it, Dev always does so, because if DEV messes up, he’s done with fairy godparenting for GOOD, and will have no choice but to crawl back to his dad (Perry is his “last chance” godkid, because he’s failed to help -or even just get along with- SO MANY in the short few years he’s been godparenting coughincludingIriscough)

Anyway, due to Dev and Ved’s mutual understanding of one another’s personalities (mostly through process of elimination tbfh) Dev is the ONLY fairy who has EVER seen Ved without his “mask”- something Ved has meticulously constructed to earn the trust of both faires and anti faires alike- saying and doing whatever he needs to in order to creep closer to his eventual goal.

But underneath all the fake niceness, all the goofy mannerisms, Ved has made it no secret to Dev specifically that he’s a MONSTER, and actively delights in the fact that no one will ever believe him.

Ty for the question! Lemme know if yall have anything else you wanna know about Ved lol- he specifically has been giving me TERRIBLE brainrot as of late ☠️☠️ (ngI Might eff around and rewrite set two and three so I can bring this freakass in early bc I’m honestly love him even tho he’s the WORST 😂 idk I like irredeemable villains I guess 🤓)

Sidenote: The first time they ever meet, Ved literally HUGS HIM as a power-move, looking to outsiders like a genuine gesture, but he was actually just getting close enough to whisper a taunt/ threat directly into Devs ear ☠️☠️ (will RB w that comic if I get around to finishing it lmao)

[yuikomorii]

/manga spoilers

Hello! I was just wondering about something and I don't really know where else to ask this... anyways. I've seen somewhere that apparently in the manga, the reason why the Diaboys drink blood in the first place is because they ate a fruit that tastes like blood and feels like a beating heart, and that it was all part of Karlheinz' plan?

But what also kind of confused me is that in relation to this, apparently when they were young Laito told Kanato that "it isn't true that vampires drink blood" and the only reason why the Diaboys do is that they ate that fruit... or something...? And also what is the point of them being vampires if it turned out that vampires dont drink blood in the first place? What do they consume then?

ANYWAYS I really just wanted to ask how much of ALL of what I am saying right now is true? Cuz I'm really curious... I'm so sorry that this got too long!!

// Oh, no, that's not correct. Ayato is the only Diaboy who ate the fig. Young vampires only begin drinking blood when they are ready to do that. Reiji's CL route revealed that vampires absolutely require blood to survive. They must start drinking it from an early age, otherwise they will perish.

Going back to the fig, lemme explain Karl’s plan: Basically, Ayato is presented in the first YB chapter as being the closest to obtaining the fig, but he was unable to do so without becoming crazy. Karlheinz went back in time and added all of his children in order to locate an Adam, but he knew Ayato would be the one to become him, as seen in the second chapter when he touches his cheek. Karlheinz knows everything, he knew his brothers were going to abandon him with the ghouls, and if they hadn't, he wouldn't have found the fig so quickly, without turning insane.

There is, however, a distinction between Adam’s curse and Adam awakening. His brothers began awakening as Adam after consuming a lot of Yui's high quality blood, which is why they became so addicted to it in MB. Ayato, on the other hand, experienced the worst symptoms, to the point that he couldn't control his thirst at all, and he is the only one of his brothers who falls into a coma as a result of it. That is both Adam's curse AND Adam's awakening.

I'm not the best at describing things, but I'll try to clear up how DL works. In Kino's CL, we learn that if Karl's plan fails (resulting in a Bad ending), time is rewinded.

Ayato good ending= Ideal and most logical outcome of the story

Ayato bad/manservant ending= Either Adam or Eve fails, therefore time gets rewinded

If time is rewinded, Yui must choose another Adam, whether or not he ate the fig. If Yui and *inserts Diaboy name* receive the Good ending, they will be able to live happily ever after; however, if they receive the Manservant or Bad one, time will be rewinded and she will have to choose another Diaboy.

I should also clarify that she can still fall in love with Ayato no matter how many times Karl rewinds time. It is shown in CL how Karl grows tired of rewinding it so many times because Yui and Ayato continue to fall in love with each other yet still manage to fail. As a result, I'm pretty sure Karlheinz manipulates time so that Yui can't fall for Ayato or vice versa, in order to put new possible Adams to the test.

Also, time rewinding only applies when Karlheinz is alive. After his death, time doesn’t get rewinded in the bad endings anymore.

[themrswallace]

DL just blasting GUESS through the house as they go about completing their list of things to do, it’s mid summer meaning they’re in their usual shorts and baggy sleeveless shirt and you’re getting a good view of their tattoos, some anyway, and go back and forth outside to dust off mats and rugs and neighbours are just mildly outraged at this rough, inappropriately dressed individual residing in their quiet town.

They’re surprised especially by it going on under Wallace’s roof because at worst they assume to see the inventor himself naked or dyed an odd colour while trying to fix his printing machine. Not this sketchy, fresh out a prison cell looking mf.

—

Just Wallace and Gromit pulling into the driveway to see the neighbours walking up and down the street with obvious looks of disgust as DL takes a minute to stretch, ink on full display and Mr Groggins from the house to the right waiting angrily by his gate

“Oi! Want to explain what all this is about?”

‘Points at the chubby creature now doing lowkey yoga poses’

“Just a spot of afternoon cleaning, Paul! The lovely weather is perfect for drying-“

“You know exactly what I mean, Wallace! That!”

‘Turns to look at DL whose now flat on the grass’

“Believe they’re having a lie down—“

“What’re you doing housing a wrong-un? Know you’ve always been known to take in strays but this takes the cake!”

“Excuse me?” ‘He did not just call Gromit a stray’

“This is a safe town, Mr Wallace, don’t need you of all people mucking that up by bringing neerdowells onto our streets”

‘Gromit is both offended and enjoying the verbal slap down Paul is throwing toward their lodger’

“You’re clearly mistaken, Paul, that’s-“

“A PROBLEM WAITING TO HAPPEN”

“…My lodger. You might remember them if you took your medication. Le, they’ve been here quite some time”

“The welp you almost hit with your van?! Well if that’s the case then what’re you doing letting them parade themselves around like that!?”

“It’s been mighty warm these last few weeks, and last time I checked they were an adult capable of making their own decisions—“

“I don’t care. Either make them cover up or do something about all that mess on their skin, both if you can!”

‘Wallace bites back whatever it is he wants to say in retort and slams the van door shut before heading indoors where he flips a switch and activates the sprinklers for the front garden, soaking Paul as he stands too near the fence. DL isn’t phased by the sprinklers as they’re roasting hot and the light reflecting off the water is creating a multitude of rainbows over their head’

“Great job on the house, Lad. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off and relax here, I’ll finish up”

“You sure?”

“Of course, and say, how bout we order pizza for dinner? Far too hot to be slaving away in the kitchen”

“…okay”

Nobody messes with Wallace’s babies and gets away dry!

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

Hi, i just found out that the founders reproduce by incest and it really bothers me… i wonder, if carla and shin had a sister would they have continued their lineage with her? But their's sister don't want that at all, and she even hates the thought. Ah admin... if they had a sister, it would have bothered me so much that they would look at her with that disgustng thought. I didn't expect anything like that from the characters I love. :((

TW: incest

I'm going to put my answer under the cut because of the potential triggers.

Okay anon, I have a couple of thoughts on this:

Firstly this doesn't actually happen in the series and anything that isn't contained directly within the series is just headcanon, it's not something the characters have actually done so I don't personally think there's much point in dwelling on maybes and what ifs when these things never actually happened.

Secondly, from the way you've worded this, I think you're making the assumption that this something the boys would happily engage in—it's not.

I'm not going to go into any detail because incest isn't a topic I particularly enjoy discussing (and I'd sure as hell never write it myself) but I'll tell you as a writer, I could come up with multiple in character scenarios where the Tsukinami's had a sister without involving incest. A lot depends on their relationship and surrounding factors, and even in the worst case scenario, this is not something either of them would partake in out of lust, like let me make it very clear, no one in this situation would be having a good time.

As I've said though, the above is all just conjecture, the Tsukinami brothers don't have sister so what may or may not have happened if they did is immaterial. What I will say however, is that there are plenty of things the Tsukinami brothers do do in canon which are morally reprehensible so if the idea of liking characters who are more than slightly problematic upsets you, I would recommend getting into a different series honestly. DL is full of characters whose morals are hot garbage, and if that's not something you're comfortable with, I am happy to give you recommendations for other otome games/anime/drama CDs which feature characters who are just nicer.

So yeah TL;DR the boys don't have a sister so I honestly wouldn't worry about it too much because no matter what anybody tells you, any response to the question "how would the Tsukinami brothers treat a sister?" is just conjecture. And in this author's opinion, there are a fair number of universes where they wouldn't do what you're worried about anyway.

Also, as I've said, incest is not something I have any interest in discussing in depth, so if you have thoughts on this, that's fine, but please don't send them to me.

[strongfuck]

Hearing DL confirm his worst fears makes Rhys grimace, a hand raising self-consciously to touch his moustache with the pads of his fingers. After all the effort he's gone to keep it so meticulously shaped over the months, the thought of losing it almost hurts. And the eventual half-assed, stubbled moustache that would result in his attempt to grow it back wouldn't be awesome at all.

At least, a part of his mind provides, D isn't telling you to shave it because they hate it.

"...I kind of hate that it'd be that simple, but you do have a point."

He sighs, lips turning into a slight pout as his cheek falls into his palm in lament.

"Curse my Atlas-brand notoriety."

Considering the corner of his mouth twitches up after he's said it, though, it's clear he's not that upset. He'll be able to grow it back in a few days, anyway-- he'll just have to not let anyone in his office. (Thank God for the ECHO-Net.)

"All right." He claps his hands once. "D, after your holiday" -- Rhys straightens, hands curled lightly over the back of his chair -- "I want you compiling the most interesting tech news on the planets in our star system. Focus on work that helps environmental sustainability especially-- our cities are looking good, and our biodomes are producing healthy plants, but we still want to make sure Promethea doesn't suffer the more we progress.

"Once you've put a list together, let me know. We'll pick our destination then."

"What do I think? I....uh, thanks for putting me on the spot here, Rhys."

The broker came to a blank at the question, why is decision-making so damn difficult? They weren't quite sure how to answer because, of course, DL understood that Rhys would rather not part with his amazing facial hair.

"I think if you did have to go incognito, yeah, sadly, Rhys, your fantastic moustache would have to go. It's one of those things that makes you... Well... you. And that would mean you could get hurt, and I really don't want that to happen to you. So yeah, you'd have to shave the bugger off."

They tried not to laugh, but a smile was plastered on their face. After a few moments of ruminating in their seat and fidgeting with that golf ball in their hands, DL carefully put it back into their pocket. Scooting over on their seat, they wheeled over to Rhys and got a closer look at his facial features.

"Hmm....okay. You'd probably not need to use a Quick-Change, not even for a haircut!"

Getting up and close to their boss was the last thing the broker expected, but hey, it makes for a very interesting day.

"Think of it this way, there wouldn't be much you'd need to change."

[jmin]

I have a lot of tattoos’ ideas and their designated places but I just thought I want the word hope written in hope world style and colors but idk where

[dialovers-translations]

Hello admin

Thank you for translating shu's route in Lost Eden. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for your great efforts.

Can I ask your opinion about the route? Because unlike others who said that Lost Eden is the worst season of DL, I personally enjoyed it and I think it was good.

I wonder if the rest of the routes are like this route, personally, I don't think the season will be that bad. Of course, apart from the terrible design of the boys in the photos 🤣🤣🤣

But the CGs were good.

I'm quite a bit ahead of uploads right now and have also finished Reiji's LE route by the time of writing this response and I have to sayーー It was also very good imo.

Maybe I just have very low expectations when it comes to storytelling, but I found Reiji's route to be even more engaging and emotional than Shuu's at times. Although Shuu definitely had the better (Vampire) ending. Reiji's was not terrible by any means but it's a bit rushed and there's some loose ends which are not explained, unfortunately.

Anyway, back to Shuu. In general I enjoyed his route a lot. It brought up some valid concerns to his relationship with Yui, showed how great of an older brother he can be and even gave us some much needed closure on the whole Shuu/Reiji/Yuma ordeal.

The only small problem I have with Shuu's route is that Yui feels a little pushed to the back at times. In all other games she was hyped up to be oh-so special and everyone wants her, so I fully expected Kino to abuse that more. :P Instead he went the Yuma route lol. I'm sure Shuuma shippers were happy but it still struck me as odd how Yui's status as Eve was kind of glosses over in this one.

[spiderlilyserendipity]

Deserve (KSJ x reader) 🔞

Genres: angst, smut, & fluff

Tags: brat tamer ksj, brat!reader, dom/sub elements (obv LMAO), references to cheating (no actual cheating by jin or oc dw), spanking, fingering, established relationship, possessive sex, unsafe sex (be safe irl y’all), insecurity, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned hand kink, sexting, jealousy, aftercare (always important!), lots of hickeys, whooo this one is wild

Warnings: ksj uses some mean language in this fic (slut, bitch, etc.)

WC: 3835

Reminder: 18+ ONLY

You grin to yourself at the sight of Seokjin readjusting his pants to hide his erection. The camera is angled low enough that no one notices, especially with the winter coat on top of his clothes, but Seokjin is embarrassed, you can read him well.

You love the sight of his large member tenting in his pants, even more so when it’s because of your actions.

You stopped by the set today to surprise him with dinner after a long shoot, but then you got jealous.

You and Seokjin haven’t seen each other in a few weeks due to his work, and he hasn’t been picking up your calls lately. You decided to put up with that, since it hasn’t even been a year of dating yet. Most people don’t call ten month long relationships “serious”. But when you were waiting on him to finish work, you saw Seokjin’s fans talking about his newest interview on Twitter.

Seokjin has such good chemistry with her! One fan commented.

Yeah he totally does 😍😍 I wonder if they’re dating on the DL HAHAHA. Another added.

That makes sense actually! I hear she also majored in acting, and at Seokjin’s college, too!

You watched the interview and you agreed, he had been too friendly with her. You know it’s all work, as an actor Seokjin has to be charming and suave. It’s the only way he can convince the audience he is deserving of the roles he plays. But something bothers you about the way they interact. It almost feels real.

Out of jealousy, you go to the bathroom and take a picture of yourself topless and send it to Seokjin. You pinch a bit of your skin until it reddens, making it look like a hickey. Then you do it again, in another place. They’re hard enough pinches to start to bruise, and you bet they’ll be deep purple in a couple hours. You caption the picture as if you don’t hurry, I’ll go back to him soon.

There is no ‘him’ of course. You’re exclusive to Seokjin, both romantically and sexually. But hey, you can’t be the only one that’s a little jealous.

You leave the dinner you packed for Seokjin in his dressing room and leave just in time to see him open the text out of anyone else’s sight (as he opens all your texts to prevent people finding out about your relationship).

You turn around and happily skip back to your car. Seokjin can be the frustrated one now, you’ve had it.

When Seokjin comes home, it’s nearing midnight. The shoot went on another 3 hours after you left, 3 painstaking hours you laid in bed and pretended to sleep.

Seokjin knows it, too.

“Covers off.” He says instead of hello, not even turning the lights on. When you stay still, he shuts the bedroom door and locks it even though you’re home alone in his apartment. You don’t usually use the house key he gave you since you always felt it was a bit early for you to even have one, but Seokjin had insisted on giving one to you (although oddly he never demanded one to your house in return). But tonight, you’re not shirking away from any sort of commitment. You don’t care what Seokjin thinks of you using his house key and waiting in his bed, if it looks clingy. You’re clearly not that important to him anyway.

The only light Seokjin turns on is a small bedside lamp he only keeps on when you have sex, to be able to read your facial expressions even when you’re tied up or blind folded.

Seokjin pulls the covers off you, leaving you cold. “Y/N. I’m here. Quit pretending to be asleep. If you want to come tonight, show some fucking respect.” He snaps, shaking your shoulder. You open your eyes and glare up at him. Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Get on your knees.” He orders.

You do so. You’re dressed in only a pair of black lace panties and one of his oversized long sleeve shirts. You showered and shaved for tonight, and you’re sure he can smell his own body wash on you. But you’re not anywhere close to behaving yet, and you stare ahead. Seokjin tugs down the collar of your shirt to reveal your collarbone and the top of your chest where there are two bruises that look uncannily like hickeys.

At your unusual silence, Seokjin stops to check on you. “Colour.” He states rather than asks.

“Green.”

Seokjin clicks his tongue in disapproval at you. His temper is worse with you today. You have obviously pushed him further than he has ever gone tonight with your picture. “Look me in the eye when you tell me your colour. Have I not trained you well?”

You look him in the eye, anger flashing on your face. “No, you haven’t.”

Seokjin tightens his jaw. A muscle quivers in his cheek as he does it. “Is that the right way to ask sir to fuck you, princess?” He asks in a threateningly calm voice. His voice is just above a whisper and sends a chill down your spine.

You know what you’re asking for though. You both do. You smirk up at him. “Green.”

Seokjin sits at the edge of the bed. “Over my lap this instant.” He tells you. When you continue to glare, he smirks. “You know it’s been a month since we did this. I won’t fuck you for another month if you push me any further. Write down the fucking date if you want to, Y/N.”

Knowing Seokjin always keeps his promises, you quietly bend over his lap. You can deal with being spanked or even edged until you’re crying, but being deprived of Seokjin’s touch altogether is the worst and you both know it.

Seokjin chuckles, tugging his shirt up and over your ass. He begins to knead your ass between his hands roughly, making you whine. “Who asked you to stop by the set today?”

“No one.” You answer.

Seokjin slaps your ass hard. “Does this look like a regular conversation to you? Use your manners.”

“No one, sir. I stopped by because I wanted to.” You correct, already breathless. Seokjin’s first few hits are usually lighter, but he doesn’t have that kind of patience with you tonight. He gives you the kind of smacks he saves for the end right at the start.

Seokjin scoffs, continuing to knead at the same part he just hit. You wriggle in his lap at the touch, making him laugh at you. “Are you that sensitive because I haven’t fucked you in so long? Or is it because your new dom is too soft on you?”

Another hit to the opposite cheek when you take too long to answer. “Do you want to go another month without coming?” Seokjin growls in your ear.

“N-No, sir.” You answer.

Seokjin scoffs at your answer. “Sir, my ass. If you had any respect for me you wouldn’t cheat. I bet you act all coy with him because he doesn’t know you like I do. I bet he thinks you’re some soft little sub that can only be fucked in missionary position. But he doesn’t know you’re a disobedient bitch, does he, Y/N?”

Two more hard smacks, followed immediately by him kneading your ass. “N-No, sir.” You reply breathlessly. Seokjin didn’t give you a number of hits tonight, which means he is going to punish you until you’re crying. Those nights always left you sore the next day, but tonight you feel sore already. Even just sitting tomorrow will be an achievement, forget walking.

“What do you even like about him?” Seokjin asks in a cold voice. “Is he your ideal ‘type’ or some bullshit?”

You close your eyes, envisioning your ideal man. Tall and muscular. Large biceps but a small waist. Cute dimples and round cheeks and shiny eyes when he smiles. Long fingers with rounded nails that look beautiful adorned with jewellery, but the most beautiful when wrapped around your hips, your neck, and especially when inside your––

Four hard smacks in succession, two to each ass cheek. “I asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?” Seokjin asks coldly. When you tremble under him, he pauses. “Colour.”

You sniffle, brushing tears away. “Green.”

“You already took eight. You don’t have to take anymore if you don’t want to, you know that.” Seokjin reminds you, no longer angry. He actually sounds a bit guilty. He gently rubs over your ass, making you wince. “Sorry. I did too much this time, right?” He whispers, now rubbing your lower back in apology.

“I want more.” You tell him through your tears. You turn your head so you can look him in the eye. “I want as much as sir thinks I deserve.”

Seokjin considers it for a moment. Then, he chuckles. “There’s my girl.” He says softly, even though there’s nothing soft about how his hands come down on your ass.

He gives you four more, two to each ass cheek. By the time he’s done, you’re sobbing. It burns, it really does. But you like it like this, like being all his. Even if he’s smiling at some other woman while he’s working or even dating her, you like being just his in this moment. And because you’ve made him jealous too, Seokjin will definitely remind you of that fact tonight. Even if he doesn’t really believe it anymore.

Seokjin manhandles you onto the bed, making you lay down against his pillow. You hiss in pain but Seokjin is quick to kiss you. He does a great job of distracting you, kissing you deep and making you moan in his mouth. He only breaks away from the kiss to unbutton the shirt you’re wearing.

“So fucking dirty. Letting some asshole get his hands on what’s mine all because I left you alone for a few weeks.” Seokjin curses, pushing you further into the mattress as he lays on top of you. You gasp as he sucks hard hickeys on your neck, your collarbones, and the top of your chest. Seokjin takes special care to cover the two bruises you made with larger ones, pinning you down by the waist as you wriggle against him.

“S-Sir.” You whimper, but Seokjin keeps going lower. He even leaves hickeys on your breasts and on your ribcage, refusing to leave you unmarked anywhere. You’re sure you will have over a dozen on you tomorrow morning.

When he’s satisfied, Seokjin returns to your breasts. He is all tongue and teeth as he sucks at them until they’re both hard. You whine as he pinches them both hard afterwards. “You let some other guy do this to you? When only I can fucking work you up like this?” Seokjin demands, anger returning to his voice. He clamps one hand over your throat, not hard enough to block your breathing but enough to make your head spin. “Answer me, Y/N. Right fucking now.”

“S-Sorry, sir.” You answer, not really sure what you’re sorry for. You haven’t cheated on him, but his reaction makes you more sorry than if you had. You hadn’t known Seokjin could look at you with that kind of fire in his eyes. It’s different from other scenes, where Seokjin was turned on but carefully in control. Tonight, Seokjin is angry. But under it, there’s another emotion that shines just as brightly. Hurt. Seokjin is hurt by what he thinks you did.

Seokjin takes his hand off you. “You’re not sorry yet, princess. But you will be.” He warns.

Seokjin sinks lower, pressing kisses to your pubic bone and lower. He pulls your panties down and discards them. Then, Seokjin starts making new hickeys on the insides of your thighs without breaking eye contact.

When Seokjin finally pushes his middle finger into you, you’re half out of your mind and so wet it makes the insides of your thighs glisten. “Did he do this to you, princess?” Seokjin asks you, stretching you easily.

You shake your head, pushing your hips to get him to touch that spot. Seokjin grips your hip with one hand, nails digging into the skin as he holds you in place. The pain is what reminds you that he asked a question. “No! No one can do this to me.” You answer honestly, panting from the force of not coming. It would be so embarrassing to come from being fingered a little, and knowing Seokjin’s mood, he might not let you come the rest of the night if you come without permission.

Seokjin re-enters, two fingers this time. When you moan, he kisses one of the hickeys he made to cover your bruise. “That’s what I thought.” He says in a sing-song voice, mocking you. You grip his shoulders, grateful that Seokjin hadn’t tied you up as part of punishment. You dig your nails into the strong skin there, feeling him tense at how hard you do it. You don’t mean it as pay back or anything for him gripping your hip, you’re truly just that worked up tonight. But no matter his anger, Seokjin always checks on you. “Colour.”

“Green, green. Oh fuck Seokjin. Please can I come, please, please?” You beg, tipping your head back as tears roll out of them. As you clench around his fingers, Seokjin just chuckles and scissors you.

A few pumps later, he adds a third finger. “Do you think you deserve to come tonight?” He mocks you. “Look at how tight you are, I don’t even think you can take my cock tonight. That’s what happens when you fuck someone that isn’t as good as me, I guess.” Seokjin mocks you, rubbing his thumb against your clit to rile you up more.

“Ugh, I said I’m s-sorry! Sir, please.” You wriggle.

Seokjin smirks down at you. “You said it yourself, princess. ‘As much as sir thinks I deserve.’ And I think you deserve to be reminded who you fucking belong to, not to come. But if you beg really well, I might come in you. I bet you’d love to be bred by me after so long, stuffed full of my come like a dumb little slut.” Seokjin slows down, tightening his jaw again. “That is if it’s even special to you anymore. Assuming you don’t let him come in you too, of fucking course.” Seokjin punctuates each word with a hard thrust that has you scrambling for purchase on the bed sheets.

“I don’t, sir! I don’t! No one has except you.” You tell him. It’s true. You have been on birth control for years, but have never done it raw with any man until you met Seokjin. You had always been too afraid in case you missed your pill a day and wound up pregnant. But Seokjin had made you feel safer than any ex-boyfriend of yours had. Only a few months into dating, Seokjin made you feel safe enough to let him go raw, and never made you regret it. Hell, he even picked up your prescription for you when you worked late.

Seokjin’s fingers slip out of you. He pushes a stray hair back from your face, making you shiver as he gets some pre-come on your forehead. “And why’s that, princess?”

“I belong to you. I’m yours.”

You jolt in surprise as you feel the head of Seokjin’s cock press against your entrance. You grip his wide shoulders as he eases into you, but Seokjin pulls your hands off. He pins you down against the mattress, a hand to each wrist. “Correct.” He replies, before starting to move.

You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips with each of his movements. They’re not loud, actually the opposite. Seokjin’s punishment and teasing tired you out, so you can only let out soft moans and whines now. Seokjin pins you down, eyes pitch black and piercing in the dim light. There are no words needed for what Seokjin is doing right now. He’s trying to prove himself to you.

That only makes you feel more guilty. Even a simple nude while he was working would’ve riled Seokjin up, why did you have to make him think you cheated? In hindsight, you hadn’t been thinking straight. “I-I’m sorry.” You whisper as you look at Seokjin.

Seokjin looks away from you and down at your chest, at the darkening spots on your body. “Shut up.” He whispers back. His grip tightens on your wrists and he picks up the pace.

You’re getting close and you know Seokjin is, too. “S-Sir. Please.” You beg.

Seokjin pulls your arms up, taking both of your wrists in one hand and holding them away. You arch your back as the head of his cock rubs against your g-spot. “Sir!” You cry out. When Seokjin’s hips start to stutter, you finally lose your patience. “Fuck, Seokjin!”

Seokjin lets go of your wrists. One hand comes to grip your thigh hard, pushing it as far out as it can go. The other comes to rub at your clit. His pace picks up again, filling you up in a way that feels entirely different this time.

When you come, it feels like a flood of emotion. You tremble and clench around Seokjin, moaning his name and crying. When Seokjin comes, it’s with a deep moan and his fingernails digging into your skin, sure to leave marks tomorrow morning. You both know it, but you’re not upset at all. You have always liked the reminder that you’re his and only his.

Seokjin collapses on top of you as you both come down from your high. Seokjin pushes his bangs back from his forehead, wiping at the sweat on his face with one hand. He doesn’t look you in the eye. You try to kiss him, but he pulls away. He sits up, pulling out of you. Seokjin grabs tissues off the nightstand and wipes himself and you down gently.

“You can use the shower in the guest bedroom.” Seokjin says.

You grab his hand before he can go. “Why can’t I use your shower? We’ve showered together before.”

Seokjin pulls his hand away. “That was before you cheated on me, Y/N. I know we fucked tonight, but this is it. I’m not your boyfriend after tonight.”

Your heart sinks. “Seokjin. I didn’t actually cheat on you.”

That makes Seokjin look at you, eyes still dark but now sad. “Don’t lie to me now, Y/N. You told me clearly in your text that another guy made hickeys on you and that you were going to go back to him.”

You shake your head, taking his hands in yours. “I actually pinched myself. I only meant to make it look real and tease you, but I went too far. I’m sorry baby. I really am.”

Seokjin looks at you like he can’t believe his own ears. “You gave yourself bruises that look like hickeys just to make me mad?”

When you nod and look honest, Seokjin pulls you close. “Why?”

“I watched your newest interview.” You say.

A long moment passes and then Seokjin seems to get what you’re saying. “Were you jealous of me interacting with her?” Seokjin asks, surprised. When you pout he starts to laugh. He tips his head back and closes his eyes at how funny it is to him but it’s not funny to you. When you smack his chest lightly, he looks at you with a fond smile. He brushes your hair behind your ear. “Say it. Were you jealous?”

You bite your lip. Seokjin notices immediately you’re not finding this funny and grows serious. You look away from him. “I was jealous. But I was also insecure.”

“Insecure?” Seokjin repeats the word. “Why?”

You play with his hands. “Don’t know.” You mumble.

Seokjin cups your face and makes you look at him. “Be honest.” He tells you. “You know I like it when you’re honest the most, right?”

You chew your bottom lip. “I...I saw some stuff on Twitter. They said you two looked like a couple. And to be honest, you were kinda too friendly with her.”

Seokjin looks sad. “And that’s why you teased me? Even though you knew I’d think you were just playing and punish you?” You nod. Seokjin’s brows knit together. He pulls you into a tight hug. “I’m sorry baby. I should’ve thought more.”

You shake your head, but tears fall on Seokjin’s shoulder anyway. “I liked it. I always like it when we have sex like that. But I also wanted your attention.”

“You always have my attention.” Seokjin pulls back, cupping your face again. His eyes are wide and genuine. You love that the most about Seokjin; even though he’s an actor, he’s never lied to you. “Let’s take a shower.”

So you do. The two of you get in the shower together. Seokjin washes your chest and between your thighs for you, gentle as he touches the hickeys he made. You wash his back for him and his hair, giving him little kisses every now and then. You grab a spare pair of panties you left at his house and another one of his shirts.

When you get in bed, Seokjin turns you onto your back and applies lotion onto your ass. You wince at the burn of lotion on your sore spots. “Sorry baby. I got really angry thinking about you sleeping with someone else and lost my control.” Seokjin apologizes for the 1000th time.

“It’s okay. I wanted this.” You reply to him for the 1000th time. But still, Seokjin is really gentle with you.

“I only want you, okay?” You tell him when you lay on top of his chest later. “Even though I know after tonight, I don’t deserve you.”

Seokjin kisses your forehead. “Don’t ever say that baby. Of course you deserve me.”

You make yourself comfortable against him and he tucks the blankets in around both of you. “Do I?”

Seokjin rubs your back. “Someone like you deserves the best, Y/N. And naturally, that’s me, Kim Seokjin.” He ends jokingly.

You scoff but kiss his cheek anyway. “That’s true. My boyfriend is the best.”

Seokjin smiles at you lovingly. “I love you.”

Your eyes widen. Seokjin’s eyes widen too. “Shit. I mean, no. Well, no, I mean yes.” Seokjin stammers, ears turning pink. “Sorry, this is too quick right? Fuck, we haven’t even dated a year but I already said that.”

“I love you too.” You reply, feeling yourself blush too. It’s so odd how you’ve been entirely naked before him before but you feel more vulnerable now.

You and Seokjin smile at each other. “I must’ve saved the country in my past life to deserve you.” You whisper.

“That’s my line, baby.” Seokjin teases, kissing your lips sweetly. You melt into him, safe and comfortable. This is home.

[riacte]

Very true, that’s the British Humour. Everyone is entitled to how they feel, so I'll put out my two cents on HC!Ren here:

To me at least, even on camera HC!Ren is not just a purely soggy wet puppy. Nor is he a power hungry tyrant. He just wants friends. And infrastructure. And friends. And community. And leading the community.

Ren is capable of being mean and reflecting the British humour back and you can hear it in his voice because he does it in a snippy and obvious tone. Like when Iskall made a heartfelt confession about how Ren was his friend and how he loved Ren and would do anything for him, and then Ren was like 😌😊 sorry did you say anything? I was watching the BBC 🤭😃. Or when Cleo and False were talking to him during the Plateup stream and Ren was like 🤪😒 I have not been listening to either of you for ten minutes. Or when he snips at False and calls her the worst. And when he implied Cleo was Trash and Xisuma was an Idiot. And I remember him offering condolences to Cleo for being soulbound to Martyn in DL.

And for HC10 Ren, the ministers might rib on him, but they do work on their jobs. Sure, some of those are basic duties they might do / might have done anyway, but they frame it in the way of doing a job Ren assigned to them. Even if it's a half-assed job like Iskall's small mismatched portal. But the scuffedness makes it entertaining -> content.

Ren is (as always) propping himself up as a potential, bossy, annoying villain. This is a bit he's offering to the hermits, so they take it and poke him with it. Ren's a theatre kid— he speaks, and they all listen because it's Ren. Ren has been asking people to take over for him because he's tired of managing them, setting up another potential storyline for the whole of the neighbourhood. It's a back and forth. Ren's dramatic, he kickstarts stuff, the hermits all know that. So they push him back with words while their actions show that they're listening to/ working for Ren (to varying degrees).

Ren just loves infrastructure and wants to pay it back to his friends, and this season, he's got help! They build according to their duties, and Ren reciprocates. Re: Ren's love for feeding his friends (a farm is his first build on HC4, HC9 Gigapies), the Minister of Food, Stress, built cute farms, and Ren decides to add to it by building a smoker. Re: Ren's love for making roads / transport (HC6 Hermit Railway Network), he assigned False to the Minister of Transport and they've been working on it together. False even called Ren over to make sure her roads wouldn't overlap with his build and cautioned him that his build palette might clash with the road palette. Ren assigned Cleo the Minister of Trash, which sounds like a rib (and probably is one), hence Cleo pranked him by making the sign and turning his tower into a dump, and Ren found it so funny that he decided to keep it into a communal area and moved out. And I think someone has joked about Ren being the Minister of Ministers before he even knew it because he built the tower before all of that.

And this is heartwarming to me as a viewer, because Ren's doing his beloved infrastructure and he's not doing it alone. The hermits complement each other. After the HRN, maybe they'll make the roads work this time. They have their horses and build palettes and shovels and campfires and silly dirt boxes.

It's about infrastructure. And community. And adding onto each other's creations. They complain and whine about Ren being the leader but they all build anyway.

Anyways, this is why to me even on camera character!Ren is not just a soggy wet pathetic dog. And this isn't even counting his uncut episode when he took False on a tour and he ended up telling her his failed kills. False, despite being alive, told Ren that third time's the charm and encouraged him to kill someone (so long it's not her). And when Ren joked that his protection would be worthless, she countered that bit by saying he could be the distraction, and if she needed help she would just shout for him.

So yeah. They love their Minister.

Lets Talk About The Perception Of Ren This Season.

Going to try say this as politely as possible, this season it just feels like some people are Infantilizing and really boiling down the relationships he holds with certain hermits to something that it's not + turning Ren into a one dimensional person and character.

I wanted to try address a couple things in this post regarding that; How the fanbase has been reacting to how hermits are treating him on camera mainly (Long Post, so it's under Keep Reading <3).

Regarding how the neighbourhood of ministries have been treating Ren;

They are all very close friends. and have been for up to 10 or so years. Please, for the love of everything holy watch old series like Foolcraft, Hermitcraft UHCs, the Renskall Podcast, older seasons of Hermitcraft etc. Hell, even watch my favourite VOD; Sea Of Thieves. You quickly learn the dynamic they have, and the fact they all go off on playful banter (and also re: British Humour/Love that Cleo and False have mentioned off-handedly in streams and videos before being typically brash and sarcastic. Also not to mention how Martyn is British; I'll get to that later though.) There's a really specific dynamic where Iskall, False and Stress are close friends with him and care about him deeply; and Ren has openly talked about how much the Hermits have helped him out during IRL struggles. The roles and performance they put on for the camera is not going to always reflect how they treat each other off camera, let alone show how much they all deeply care for one another. Cleo has outright mentioned how much they care about Ren on stream too even. A lot of hermits have mentioned how much they appreciate Ren, and have complimented him + said affirmations on stream.

Regarding hermits ribbing him/not playing along;

If something happened that was uncomfortable for Ren or Too Much, it would've been mentioned after and not included in anyone's POVs. Ren's whole kinda thing is being a Theatre Kid, his whole thing is being dramatic and taking up roles for the sake of creating fun storylines and contents for the other hermits to either play along with or turn into something else. If a hermit took it a way Ren wasn't happy with He Would Bring It Up To The Hermits Because They Are Adults And Communicate Amongst Each Other. Like I mentioned above, the banter is very much more part of british humour and culture/attitude, as well as their general dynamic going on.

I've even seen concerns of it being bullying, which is far from the case. I think a lot of us longer term viewers have a better grasp of how much they all care about each other and how deep the friendship goes.

The other concern I have is how like, the joke of him being a 'Wet Pathetic Dog' is kind of going a bit overboard to the point where it's the only defining factor people are mentioning about him? and that like, so much so it genuinely feels more like the fanbase is infantilizing him or making him out to be this damsel in distress who needs to be rescued. He's a grown adult man, who can more than easily speak up for himself and advocate for himself. Minimizing him down to this pathetic useless character who can't do anything is just rude and misses the point of the characters he tends to play when doing storylines. He tries his hardest to organize server events and include all the hermits in things, which is both great for content and a great show of how much the hermits are willing to go along with his ideas and either see where it plays out or evolve it further. Mind you there's always MULTIPLE if not ALL the hermits being willing to play along in these events!! from the mining event this season to the king Ren arc last season all the way to log fellas in season 4.

[weirdmageddon]

my rheumatologist has done more for me towards getting a POTS diagnosis than my cardiologist thats kinda sad bro

i came in to the cardiologist the other day (finally after waiting MONTHS) hoping for a tilt table test to see how my heart rate and blood pressure react to orthostasis in a controlled setting. the doctor didnt actually do a thing to test me for it in-office, i was just told to schedule an echo (which is fine), holster (alright) and stress test (why). but i was also prescribed eastern medicine as a treatment....“superbrain yoga”? like i dont want to seem closeminded because she is an indian doctor and there are some things that western medicine hasn’t caught on to but i realy wish i was told why it is supposed to work. like i want to know physiologically how and why it supposedly works. get technical and mechanical with me bro i have le autism, thats my language if you wanna really convince me. if it’s about toning up the muscles in my legs to squeeze the blood into my core upon standing why dont i just do squats? why do i have to do all this really specific stuff like hold my tongue at the roof of my mouth and face east, crossing my arms (right arm must go over left) and maneuver my hands in a certain way to grab my earlobes while doing those squats? is that merely a concentration sort of thing to make your brain focus? if so, why not just let me know what the purpose to these specific movements are (and what does focusing my brain have to do with treating POTS symptoms anyway)?? i’m not a spiritual person so the spiritual aspects of it do nothing for me. but at least i wasn’t given intensive aerobic exercise because i cant do that lol. i was just prescribed core strength training with planks and crunches (fine with me) and “superbrain yoga” (the specifics still confuse me but i’m doing it anyway)

but i didnt even get a tilt table test while i was there, i asked about it and she said “we stopped doing tilt table tests a while ago” and i was like ????????? thats like the gold standard to test for POTS my guy. based on just my symptoms she said i had dysautonomia and i asked “what about POTS?” and she said “it could be” and i was like ? could be? bro you didnt even test for it?

the whole visit just felt really vague and dismissive to my issues (yet again). fucking even my rheumatologist said before this visit to the cardiologist that i “probably have POTS”

so when i left the cardiologist the other day i wrote this up because i was very upset, felt dismissed, and took matters into my own hands to show what kind of medical concepts i’m capable of comprehending and the kind of language i want doctors to talk to me about my conditions in. and today i read it to my rheumatologist during today’s appointment:

the cardiologist says i have dysautonomia, “caused by dysfunction of the small blood vessels”. in the clinic, the nurse measured my laying vs standing blood pressure (which increased rather than decreased) but they didn’t do my heart rate there for some reason. but on my own i’ve measured my heart rate to jump above 30 bpm within 10 minutes of standing, so with all the symptoms lining up exactly with what’s expected of POTS (heart rate increase greater than 30 bpm within 10 minutes of standing, no drop in blood pressure, lightheadedness, brain fog, palpitations, prolonged fatigue, heat intolerance, excessive sweating etc), i’m convinced that the type of dysautonomia i specifically have is POTS, not just the umbrella term “dysautonomia”, and the specific brand of POTS i have is the neuropathic POTS subtype which is thought to be caused by sympathetic denervation (partial autonomic neuropathy) in the lower extremities. this causes the blood vessels in my legs not to constrict as they should when standing, which in turn causes blood to pool in the legs and not return to the heart, causing the heart to have to source its blood supply from elsewhere in the meantime to compensate (with an overall lower venous return), driving up the heart rate and causing lightheadedness. my blood tests also showed i am also very slightly anemic by 0.1 point below the normal range (11.6 g/dL) the resulting denervation hypersensitivity from the sympathetic denervation what is thought to cause erythromelalgia—which i express all the hallmark symptoms of as well in my feet (redness, increased skin temperature, burning sensation (feels like walking on a hot pool deck), cold to touch and bluish purple when not actively flaring, flaring occurs at night, symptoms worsen with exposure to heat and exercise (including walking on feet while flaring) and are relieved with cooling and elevation). i have no response to the cold unlike with what is seen in raynauds. i actually consider cold exposure my savior; the heat is my worst enemy, it makes me feel faint and lightheaded dysautonomia-wise and it makes my feet flare up rheumatologically.

“Several previous investigations have provided clues that patients with the postural tachycardia syndrome have peripheral autonomic dysfunction. Streeten et al. found that patients with orthostatic tachycardia had excessive venous pooling in the legs while standing and suggested that denervation of the legs was a mechanism of the syndrome. This hypothesis was supported by the finding of hypersensitivity to infusion of norepinephrine into the veins of the foot, despite high plasma catecholamine concentrations. [...] These stimuli increased norepinephrine spillover in the arms of both the patients with the postural tachycardia syndrome and the normal subjects, with similar increases in the two groups, but failed to increase norepinephrine spillover in the legs of the patients. [...] The reduced clearance of norepinephrine in the legs, without a similar reduction in the arms, may result from impairment of norepinephrine-reuptake mechanisms due to isolated damage to nerve terminals in the legs. [...] CONCLUSIONS: The neuropathic postural tachycardia syndrome results from partial sympathetic denervation, especially in the legs.” — (https://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJM200010053431404)

“The laser Doppler flowmetry signal after sympathetic stimulation of reflexes mediated through the central nervous system, was significantly diminished in patients with erythromelalgia as compared with healthy controls. [...] Vasoconstrictor responses involving central sympathetic reflexes were attenuated in erythromelalgia. Local neurogenic vasoconstrictor regulation, vasodilator response to local heating and hyperemic response to ischemia were maintained. [...] The finding of reduced skin perfusion before provocation is in accordance with the clinical observations that many erythromelalgia patients exhibit cold acral skin between attacks. [...] These results indicate that postganglionic sympathetic dysfunction and denervation hypersensitivity may play a pathogenetic role in primary erythromelalgia.” — (https://linkinghub.elsevier.com/retrieve/pii/S0022-202X(15)41629-X)

“Denervation hypersensitivity is a phenomenon peculiar to smooth muscle innervated by the general visceral efferent system. Following denervation there is increased sensitivity of the muscle to neurotransmitters. This is evident in smooth muscle innervated by sympathetic neurons when the postganglionic axon is affected. Such denervated muscle shows hypersensitivity to the application of epinephrine or to circulating epinephrine released during excitement.” — (https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/B9780721605616500198)

although my rheumatologist is in no position to give me a POTS diagnosis she very much agreed with the connections i made and said she thinks i am right on the mark with my conditions. she told me im a real academic patient and even that i’d be well suited for going into medicine lol. not only is it refreshing to have a doctor that doesn’t disregard their patient’s knowledge, but it’s good to see what i’ve learned about nerves from my biopsych classes (and in my own time for funsies) paying off in ways concerning my health. my mom who is a nurse also agrees that neuropathic POTS and erythromelalgia are what i have.

anyway the POTS symptoms have been a massive thing for me since puberty and the erythromelalgia developed a year or so after my POTS symptoms started. but i’ve always had freezing cold clammy hands and feet since i was a young child, they just hadn’t started changing colors and flaring until after i hit puberty. i’m not sure what destroyed the sympathetic nerve fibers in my legs (as most POTS happens in teenagers due to some viral illness but i’ve never had that?), i was also just tested for a bunch of autoimmune factors and disorders and my results came back negative. maybe it’s just a genetic factor, who knows, probably something caused by a hormone’s cascading effect gone awry at some point. it seems a lot of autistic afab people have POTS or some other type of dysautonomia for some reason and i’m curious as to why.

anyway i’m really stuck in a liminal space because i have no official diagnosis beyond “dysautonomia” but i’ve been sure of what it is for like over a year and it keeps getting clearer and clearer that i was right all along

[dominicvail]

So. Funny story. I decided not to watch s13 when it premiered in the US because i watched the tail end of s12 on tv here when it aired and i enjoyed it So much more than i do after going through the ordeal of finding a dl and not being able to find time to watch it in one go and all. Like, it kills the experience for me. And i wanted to enjoy it.

So i thought, it’s fine! it’ll air here in a month or so! 

Except i forgot that the network that aired new orleans got shut down and the one that owned la scooped the rights, and instead of airing la they aired nola first! Because airing them both was too much for them, apparently. 

so basically i watched the premiere tonight when it aired and i enjoyed it a lot even if Callen’s sudden Hetty problems are actually even funnier than Nell’s sudden hetty problems because it makes him look uh... somewhat slow. I had also missed how funny all these idiots are. G confronting Killbride and getting yelled at was also comical but not in a ‘this is a funny scene’ way, but a ‘this is SO on brand for G when he gets all dog with a bone about something’ and oh dude. Kilbride has you on a shorter leash lol. Sam is ‘not Again’ and can u blame the guy?. 

Joelle and Callen once again bringing out the worst in each other. It can actually be annoying sometimes, because it Kind of grinds that sometimes it paints G to be a bit hypocritical in a way that makes me thing the writing is not self aware as opposed to them saying something about G’s cognitive dissonance, but it was On Point this ep between the two. Just Nasty as hell. They’d trample each other for their own benefit. Is it pleasant? No. Interesting to watch? Yep! 

but also side note i’d not ask Hetty for a reference in anything that isn’t shady as fuck. I am objectively aware they were trying to make a connect between Hetty’s history with the foster system and how she’d Not be a good person to ask in case of adoption because of what she’s done in the past, but it was suffering from show typical clunkiness of plot formation. But if this bothered me, lbr, id’ not still be watching it. 

Also... Watching this in may of 2022 aware of world events, i think, made this a bit of a different experience. 

It was very funny to see them react to somebody telling them that just... no mass slaughter guys! i forbid it! and them being pissy about it. Kilbride Was a dick in that scene to the point even Sam sassed the hell out of him and it was great. Not sure proving they actually Didn’t have to just kill all those people the past 12 years is necessarily the Best tactical decision here but it’s where we’re at apparently. 

the biggest shock of the ep was Sam’s car being a casualty. I normally judge if sam and g will be shot at on whether they inexplicably end up in some other car, because it’s actually a super accurate rule of thumb for this show, but they shot the wild cat!!! Fatima drove it through a wall!!! Sam being mad about that even After it had been shot out was hilarious like dude... i think the car was already done for. 

Anyway, it was fun. G has his biannual crusade to work on, Sam has that to work Around, Kensi and Deeks are working through it all and adapting to their situation, and the ritual ‘lets think of something that lets linda hunt be absent for long stretches’ plot is now in full force. Fatima and Roundtree being the excitable kids to the team’s casual experience is really funny. You were kind of like that in s1 guys! lollll 

but yeah i didn’t actually intend to let this blog die i just. was too wrung out to seek out the show online and expected to be able to watch it soon and it never aired. And also didn’t want spoilers. So i was kinda stuck there. 

yeah. Hi!

[caught-in-the-filter]

My Bad, Bad Devil, You Put the Angel in You

—an angel!Killian/demon!Emma AU PWP for CSSNS21

A/N: A huge shoutout and thank you to ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this for me, and to the mods of @cssns for giving us another year of this event!

Heads up that this has some sacrilegious uses of Biblical references, and I totally understand and respect if that's a big nope for anyone for any reason. Most of my life, it would've been a nope for me too. I mean no attack or mockery or other ill intent toward Christianity/religion or anyone who practices any form of it.

I grew up in church but I've been questioning a lot for a long time now, and this sort of became my own little personal rebellion. (I guess writing smut in general has been, but this one is on another level.) I kind of have a love/hate relationship with this fic; it was fun when I started it, but then I got frustrated and stuck, and now I'm not sure how I feel about it anymore. And maybe I'll regret it in the future if I ever see the light again or something, but for now, I've resigned to the fact that if I'm gonna go to hell (if I even believe there is one anymore), then I might as well have a little fun with it while I can.

So if this is your thing, I hope you enjoy. If not, dl,dr, and no hard feelings.

Also, I know the title is a little long, but I couldn't resist the Doctor Who reference.

Rated: E; Words: 2904; AO3

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“Well, well, what do we have here?” Emma purred, closing the distance between herself and the angel standing before her. With a flick of her wrist, she cast him back against the window and commanded the curtains to cross in front of him, spinning him so that he faced the glass before wrapping themselves around his wings and arms to restrain him.

“A daughter of the damned, getting in over her head?” Killian quipped, testing the hold of the thick cloth keeping him in place without fighting it.

“Mmm,” Emma hummed. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t worn a shirt in favor of opening his wings, she reached around his waist and bent her arms upward so she could slowly rake her nails down his exposed chest. “You’re the one tied up, but I’m in over my head?” She twirled a few of his hairs around her finger and tugged, making him flinch.

“You make the mistake of thinking I’m not exactly where I want to be, love.” Killian glanced back at her with a devious smirk. “That is why you’re in over your head.”

“Oh, I know,” Emma smiled. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she lowered her hands and began to unlace his trousers. “I know you want to fall, don’t you?” She freed his hardening cock from its leather confines and slowly ran her hand back and forth along the length of him. “You want to rise and fall and lose yourself in the worst way.”

“With you?” Killian panted, already breathless under her sinfully skilled touch. “Hell yes.”

“Then you’re going to let them watch you fall from grace.” Emma gestured at the window in front of them, guiding Killian’s eyes to gaze out at the possibility of unwitting passersby spotting their activities, before taking him in hand once more. “You’re going to let them see you give all of yourself to a demon.” The guttural groan he made only spurred her on as she continued to pump him. “Unless you can’t handle it.”

Killian’s head fell back when Emma interrupted her stroking to grip his balls with a taunting squeeze, and he muttered under his breath, “God, forgive me,” as his eyes fluttered closed. Bucking his hips, he tried to coax her to go faster, “Yes, Emma, please yes,” but she smiled as she removed her hand and relished the whine that left his lips.

“An angel eager to sin.” She slipped her hands beneath the back of his trousers, kneading his ass for a moment before stripping off the leather, trailing kisses down his spine as she sank to the floor with the material. “Step.” With a tap to the backs of his knees, she removed the trousers completely and tossed them aside.

Emma ducked between Killian’s legs and twisted her body in one fluid motion so that she sat with her back to the window, greeted by his cock pointing right at her face.

“I want to taste you,” she said and lifted his cock so she could lick a slow stripe from base to head, swiping her tongue over the sensitive tip. Looking up at him from beneath her lashes, she cupped his ass and pulled him toward her as she took him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. The staccato sounds that left his lips convinced her to hold him there as long as she could, flexing her tongue along the length of him, until she had to lean back to take a breath.

“Delicious,” Emma sighed and took him in again, and again, this time guiding him back and forth, in and out, her tongue darting out to tease his balls with each plunge.

Killian panted her name amidst a slew of encouragements, lost in the way she licked and sucked and consumed him. Her grip on his ass tightened, and he bit back a moan when her finger made its way to the center and circled its find before dipping just barely inside.

“Ooh, sounds like you like that,” she parted from him long enough to tease, continuing her carefully intrigued prodding as she asked, “shall we sodomize an Angel of God?”

“It wouldn’t—” he gritted his teeth as she gave his cock a particularly strong suck, straining against the curtains holding him at her mercy, or lack thereof, “—wouldn’t be the first time, love.”

“Oh?” Emma raised an eyebrow at him, pausing for a moment before bringing him into her mouth once more, staring up into his eyes as he watched her intently.

“Aye. Though I much prefer to give than to receive.”

Of course you would, Emma thought, the pun of angelic nature not lost on her. She hummed her assent around him and sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through his body. 

It was too much and not enough. As Emma relentlessly devoured him, Killian fought against the material holding him back. With one forceful downward motion, he tore the curtains in half and freed himself as he sought his glorious ascension.

His fingers laced into her hair, and for once, he allowed himself to take. His frantic thrusts were met with surprised and hungry moans, the vibrations of which sent him soaring over the edge.

“Ohh fuck. Fuck,” he cried as he spilled himself down her throat. He felt it when she swallowed as he held her still and his cock continued to pulse.

“Such a dirty mouth for such a pure being,” Emma remarked as she caught her breath when he at last let her go. She got to her feet and stood facing him, using her tongue to trace the lines of the cross tattoo on his chest as she rose, and she yelped when he pulled her flush against him, his arms tight around her.

“Oh, it can be much, much dirtier,” he growled, making her gasp as he gave a harsh tug to her hair and attacked the exposed skin of her neck with sloppy kisses and less than gentle nips and searing hot breath. She arched up into him, and it was his turn to pin her against the glass. His hand and hook frantically tore at her blouse while his mouth continued its expert assault as it made its way to hers and along her jaw until he caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Would you like that, demon?” he asked, slipping his hand beneath her waistband and trailing his lips down to the swell of her breasts. “Would you like my mouth on you where you’re warm and wet and wanting for me? Teasing you as you’ve done me, making you long for my cock as much as I long for the feel of you around me?”

Emma suddenly couldn’t find the words, too caught up in the thrill of hearing him, an angel, her angel, talk like that. Hoping to get the point across, she threaded her fingers through the haphazard locks on his head and shoved him to his knees.

“Shall I take that as a yes?” he grinned, holding her gaze as he lifted her incredibly short skirt and ran his thumb along the already soaked strip of lace she considered panties before pulling it down to her knees.

Emma leaned forward to allow the remnants of her blouse to fall to the floor before reaching for the support of the window once more as he canted her hips toward himself with the curve of his hook pressed to the small of her back.

Killian’s wing curled forward to assist with holding up the material of her skirt, the feathers tickling the top of her thigh, so he could focus his efforts on her aching core. Too eager to taste her, he wasted no time, choosing instead to start right with his mouth at her clit. She jumped at the unexpected jolt of pleasure, and he steadied her with his hand splayed against her inner thigh, inching his fingers toward her center.

“How can you be from Hell when you taste so divine, Emma?” he praised. “I could spend eternity quenching my deepest thirst between your legs.”

“Then shut up and quench it,” Emma barked. She didn’t really mean it, not completely. She loved his silver tongue, especially when he used it to talk dirty, but right now she craved him putting it to a different use.

“Ask and ye shall receive.” As he gave one more suck on her clit, Killian plunged two fingers inside her, soon increasing it to three as he stretched her and coaxed out more of her arousal onto his expertly explorative tongue.

“God, you’re so fucking good at that,” Emma sighed, tugging his hair as she rode his tongue and fingers, relishing the warm vibrations his pained groans and hungry moans ghosted over her sensitive skin.

“Oh no, love,” Killian said without relenting, looking up at her as he continued working her between words. “Don’t blaspheme. I’m not Him. I worship at your altar, Emma, and there’s no better place to be on my knees.”

“I like your Word better, anyway.” Emma’s head tipped back as her hips began to buck, but her moment of near bliss quickly turned into one of frustration. “No,” she gasped, shocked and almost offended as he pulled away with a smirk and stood to his feet, leaving her clenching on nothing and far from sated. “Come on, Killian, please! I thought you were all about giving! And how is this worship?”

“I meant what I said, love. I adore you, I do. But I am an angel, after all.” Killian chuckled. “We tend to enjoy when someone is brought to the edge before they’re granted their salvation. I need you begging for it.”

“Fucking tease,” Emma huffed, turning away from him with her arms crossed in front of her.

“Mmm,” Killian mused, “perhaps you are ready to receive more.” He nudged her legs apart with his own, a soft blow with the side of his foot kicking one out to the side, and Emma scrambled to reach her arms out in front of her for balance, her hands slipping on the window as her legs spread. Snaking his arms around her, he set his chin on her shoulder as he held her in his embrace and mused, “What do you think, love? Shall we bare you to them as I take you and show them what they can’t have, or should we keep this sinful skirt on and show them how eager you are to be ravished by an angel?”

“On, off, I don’t care which you’re into, just fuck me!”

“A bit of both then.” Killian pressed the side of his hook to her stomach and pulled her to him, holding her so that her back pressed against his chest. Lifting the front of her skirt, he handed her the bottom hem. “Hold this up for me, love.”

With a smirk, she took it between her teeth, stretching the waistband higher and pulling the material taut between her breasts as she leaned her head back onto his shoulder and winked at him.

“There’s a good girl.” He smiled and raised the bit between them with the tip of his hook, taking himself in hand. “You pretend you like to rebel, but you behave so well for me. Now, tell me what you want.”

“I said, I want you to fuck me,” Emma answered, slightly muffled by her skirt, frustratedly trying to swivel her hips in the hopes of getting him inside her.

He draped her skirt over his hand and wrapped his hooked arm around her once more to still her. Her annoyance encouraged him to tease her all the more, and he brushed the tip of his cock between her folds agonizingly slowly as he said, “I need you to be more specific, love. What do you want?”

“Fuck, Killian, I want your cock inside me.” Emma almost dropped her skirt when he filled her in one smooth slide, her jaw instinctively ready to fall open, but she caught herself and clenched it instead, biting down hard on the material with a groan at the sudden stretch.

“Very good.” The tip of his hook dimpled her flesh, dangerously close to piercing her, as he held her against himself and slammed into her from behind. His fingers laced themselves between hers and he caressed up the side of her body as he brought her hand to rest on the back of his neck. Emma raised her other hand in kind, and Killian moved his to her breast, kneading and squeezing it as he lost himself in the feel of her.

“Fuck, you feel fucking amazing around me, Emma. Not even heaven compares to the feel of you.” Killian licked a stripe along Emma’s collarbone and clamped his mouth over the spot, digging his teeth into her flesh. She moaned at the thought of the mark she’d wear tomorrow.

Bringing his arm back, Killian pressed it across Emma’s shoulder blades, pinning her chest to the glass in front of them with an arch in her back that jutted her ass out at him, and this time Emma did drop her skirt as her mouth opened on a loud moan at the forceful change of angles. Killian grunted and tucked his hook beneath the waistband, ripping it apart with the sharp tip and watching it fall as he pounded into her.

“I told you to hold that,” he growled against the shell of her ear. “Perhaps you are a naughty little minx after all.” Killian swatted Emma’s ass with an open palm before grabbing the reddening flesh and massaging it, in theory to soothe the sting but so roughly that she thought he might leave a bruise if he continued, one she’d be more than willing to bear as a reminder of their time for several days to come.

“Forgive me?” she teased in a mocking tone as she met his thrusts with each backward roll of her hips, almost inclined to make prayer hands at him if moving them wouldn’t risk her falling.

“Not exactly a sincere repentance, is it, love?” Killian struck her ass once more before grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her head backward. “But it is rather tempting to grant you reprieve nonetheless.”

“Ah, so why don’t you give into that temptation, angel?” Emma gritted.

“Don’t try to persuade. Ask me for it.”

“Please, Killian, I’m so close.” Emma couldn’t take it anymore. “Make me come, angel. Please!” Emma sighed through a string of curses as Killian moved the curve of his hook to her clit, pressing the brace against her flesh just above it as he rubbed quick circles over the swollen nub.

“What say you, demon?” he asked, breathless himself as he brought them both to the brink. “Shall we chance our own breed of Nephilim?”

“Yes please,” she panted desperately. “I’ve already tasted you. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come inside me.”

“I’ll give you what you want, demon, but I want to hear you scream my name when I do, not God’s.” Killian’s mouth travelled from Emma’s neck to her shoulder and back as he pistoned his hips with abandon. His teeth scraped her flesh before he moaned against her cheek as he found his release, “Emma, fuck yes, Emma,” filling her with it and pushing it deeper as it dripped down the length of his cock.

With his brutal thrusts and relentless teasing, Emma granted his request soon after, crying out, “Killian!” at the top of her lungs as her knees buckled beneath her.

He practically lifted her off the ground when he caught her with his arm wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly as he drew every last drop of ecstasy from within her before he slipped from her core and spun her into a lightheaded kiss, caging her against the window with his arms once more.

“Well, that was fucking hot.” Emma smiled against his lips as she pulled one into her mouth to bite it playfully, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. “Who knew you had it in you, angel?” One hand anchored in his hair as the other clutched at his ass, and she pulled him closer to her so she could rut against his leg, letting their releases spill down her thigh onto his and making him groan.

“It was the other way around, love,” he joked with a certainly devilish smirk, “but I concur, it was fucking hot.” Tucking his arms beneath her legs, Killian hoisted Emma into them and carried her to the bed, tossing her not so gently onto the mattress.

Emma giggled as she taunted him with one curled finger, beckoning him to her as she spread her legs wide, an invitation he happily accepted as he knelt between them and crawled above her body with a guttural growl.

“You might just convince me of the divine benefits of your side,” Emma purred, running her hands down his sides to grip his waist, “but I think I need to witness a bit more firsthand to make sure I believe, if you’ve got another miracle in you.”

“Angels are eternal, darling,” he said. “I’ll never leave you if that’s what it takes to really fill you with the spirit.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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A/N: "Glorious ascension" to describe an orgasm? Yeah, I'm going to hell.

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Christmas Angel

I’ve decided to give you guys a little Christmas gift. It's a one shot that's been on my mind for some time for you to read. A small portion of my talent in fan fiction. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This fan fiction is rated T for  depictions of Child Abuse in the end. Also, this fan fiction has no affiliation with anything that goes on in AskAceAttorney.

By Mod Edgeworth

It wasn't to say that Christmas was never celebrated in Miles Edgeworth's life or that he never celebrated it. It was simply that it gave him too painful memories. The last joyous time he ever spent with his father was on Christmas, then three days later he would be murdered during the worst day of his life. Every person in his life that he ever could recall from that Christmas Day, Miles did everything he could to blot those memories from existence. It was too painful to bear. If he was to celebrate the day during any party, any gathering, exchange presents or eat any sort of food, it would only bring more pain than joy. That painful memory would stick with him and never go away.

Of course, thanks to the events from a year ago, DL-6 was solved and the man responsible for Gregory Edgeworth’s murder was now in prison. Yet, regardless of that very fact, Miles Edgeworth couldn't find it in himself to celebrate this year or any year for the rest of his years. Not even studying abroad in Germany would ever change that.

“Since it is only a few days until Christmas, we'll use today for our Christmas Angel Event!” The Professor announced, adjusting her glasses as she opened the cabinet to get out a stack of papers. Edgeworth distracted himself with his textbook, his eyes gazing away from the brunet haired woman. He knew how this would go. Each person was to write down what they wanted for Christmas, the names would be folded and scrambled somehow, then each person would draw a name. Whichever name they drew would be the person they were to bring a present to. Secret Santa or Christmas Angel, it didn't make a difference. The young prosecutor couldn't care any less. “Pass down these sheets and be sure to put your name on the top! We will be drawing a name at the end of class!” The Professor licked her finger, then counted each sheet as she gave one to a single row of students to pass down to the person next to them. After everyone in that row got their paper, she'd go to the next row ahead and do the same.

Miles just passed each paper along, until every person in their row got one, then placed his sheet with the title Christmas Angel on the top along with the other trash. Of course, he didn't make it known of his intentions. He used the rest of the day to study for the upcoming exam. There was no need to involve himself in an event he wasn't interested in.

Once class was over, Miles made his way from his desk and out the door as the other students dropped their folded paper of their Christmas Angel wishes into the jar. The rest of what the class was doing was just for that event only, anyways. There was no reason for Miles to be present at the moment.

“Mr. Edgeworth!” Miles heard his name from the Professor, Professor TinJill. Hesitantly, he turned, not wishing to look her in the eyes.

Professor TinJill was a very outspoken and gentle lady. It was very rare to find women like her in the legal department, being most of them were very strict and into their books. Yet, this woman was the most open, filled with optimism and joy. She always believed her students would do well. Of course, her teachings were of Criminal Justice, so many of the students here varied from Prosecutors to Judges, lawyers, police officers, detectives and many more. Edgeworth would be lying to say he wasn’t greatly impressed.

Right away, Miles didn't assume much as to why he was being called, outside of his studies, despite the fact this entire class session focused on the Christmas Angel Event or Secret Santa with a different name. No, he knew she wasn't the kind to force anyone to participate in any event. Professor TinJill was much more respectful than that.

“Yes, Professor TinJill?” Edgeworth replied professionally, clearing his throat.

“I just thought I'd warn you that the library is closed today for the Holidays and won't be open until the week of Examinations,” Professor TinJill stated, walking to Edgeworth.

“Ah yes, thank you very much for the warning.”

“I was actually offering to help you gain access for the upcoming exams.”

“Oh... of course. Thank you very much. How very kind of you.”

“You've been working very hard, Mr. Edgeworth. Not to mention, and correct me if I'm wrong, but you don't seem to be too busy for the Holidays,” the Professor replied with a small smirk, turning her eyes towards the line of students dropping their Christmas Angel signups into the jar.

“Not particularly, no. I'd... like to use whatever time is necessary to focus on my studies.”

“Uh-huh,” the Professor replied, keeping her smile, but her eyes read as if she wasn't fully convinced.

“Did I say something strange?”

“Not at all,” Professor TinJill replied, adjusting her glasses, allowing her dark colored eyes to show from them. “Just a simple observation. I also don't have many plans for Christmas myself.”

“O-Oh, I'm... very sorry. I assumed, since... you aren't teaching this Christmas...”

“Hehehehe that I must have family to celebrate with? I could say the same for you, Mr. Edgeworth,” Professor TinJill smirked slightly, putting her fist on her hip.

“I-I erm-”

“I kid. I kid. You're not the only one without any plans for any festivities this year.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. It brings me joy to see my students have their special Christmas Angel to bring them joy this Holiday, but I haven't seen mine since I was nine.”

“I'm... very sorry.”

“Don't. I'm sure I'll meet him again someday. It's just... taking longer than I expected,” Professor TinJill admitted. For a moment, Miles could see a hint of sadness on her face. It was as if there was only a thread of hope that she was barely hanging onto that would snap at any moment. The next moment, the Professor returned back to her usual bright self. “Anyways, I'll be done here soon. You may wait beside the library, and I'll be sure to have it open.”

“Thank you, I... er...” Miles thanked, feeling as though he shouldn't just stop here.

“Yes?”

Miles had never celebrated Christmas with anyone and he was fine with that, but he never had the heart to allow another person to be lonely too. He especially couldn’t allow Professor TinJill to be lonely this Christmas. No one should have to suffer on Christmas like himself. Those saddened eyes should never exist.

“I wouldn't mind spending Christmas with you, if you don't have anyone else to... if that's alright. I hope that doesn't come off strange,” Miles offered as Professor TinJill showed a warm smile.

“That's very sweet of you. Hm... I suppose, if neither of us have anything to do, we could always find something in town tomorrow.”

“Really? I mean... are you sure?”

“It's perfectly fine. As I said, I don't have anything else planned and you most certainly don't either. We might as well look around, hm?”

“I suppose.”

“Ah! I best be continuing class! Wait for me and I will have the library open in 15 minutes.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“Uh-huh,” Professor TinJill replied as Edgeworth exited the classroom, making his way to the university library. All the while, he was trying so hard to forget the memories of his last joyous Christmas.

…..... 16 years earlier --------

Christmas time was always the time for activities in school. Miles was always excited about Christmas, because his father was always off for three days: Christmas Eve on the 24th, Christmas Day on the 25th and after Christmas on the 26th. It was one of the few holidays where he had more days off than any other holiday. It was always busy during the Holidays.

“Alright everyone, since Christmas is just around the corner, it is time for us to draw names for our Secret Santa Event!” The teacher announced as everyone cheered loudly.

“Oh man, I hope mine is Angel Walker!” Larry cried out right next to Miles, which made his ear ring.

“I don't care who it is, so long as I make someone happy. But... maybe I'll get Cindy this time,” Phoenix said shyly.

“Man, you've been crushing on her since like ever,” Larry teased.

“Shut up!” Phoenix cried with a puffy flushed face.

“You've already lost the meaning of Christmas, if all you're thinking about is girls, Larry,” Miles stated as Larry stuck his tongue out at him.

“Man, why do you always gotta ruin everything?” Larry pouted.

“He's not wrong,” Phoenix said.

“Shut up!”

Miles sighed as the small bucket of names was passed to him, then he drew a name from it before passing it to Larry behind him. He unfolded the paper, seeing the name Garda. His eyes already turned to the girl with the unruly hair, dark eyes and dark skin. No one in class paid much attention to her, but from what Miles knew, she was the most ignored student that had just started joining this class only a few months ago. She seemed broken and lost.

Ugh, I got freakin' Tommy!” Larry complained.

“What's wrong with Tommy? He seems like a nice guy,” Phoenix said.

“But, he's not a cute girl!”

“Christmas is not about making love, Larry.”

“Not you too!”

“Hm... I got you, Larry!”

“Ugh! Now, I can't have a cute girl give me presents this year either?”

“Hehehehe maybe next year,” Phoenix giggled before Larry began complaining and grumbling about how lame his Christmas was becoming.

In truth, Miles didn't know what present to give to Garda. He was never good with words or knowing what to give to anyone. He'd never been attracted to girls. More that girls were attracted to him and it annoyed him sometimes. Garda also seemed to share the same kind of crush on him too, now that Miles thought about it. He recalled her approaching him with her face all pink from embarrassment, while greeting him. She was always shy and alone, but not as much as she just seemed... disheartened. It was as if her world had been crushed by something and she was trying to pick up the remaining pieces. It was no wonder, being she was the new girl in school that came from a different part of town.

Miles kept staring at the name written on the piece of paper. Garda was a girl, wasn't she? Maybe she liked makeup, perfume and stuff. Though, he didn't want to just go up and ask her what kind. He barely even knew her and no one else in class seemed to know her either. Still, there had to be something he could give her as her Secret Santa gift, but what?

-------- Present Day --------

One of the nice things about having Professor TinJill as his professor was that Edgeworth could always go to the library when it was closed. It was always quiet with no one around to bother him. Not to say libraries were never quiet, but it was a common trend for girls to ask Edgeworth to study with him. Socializing was somewhat of a weakness for him, being he always became overwhelmed when he socialized. It made him tired and he'd rather not have to deal with the notion of stressing himself out, because a couple of ladies wish to study with him.

Professor TinJill seemed to understand that, strangely enough. She was a professional, but also full of light in her eyes that Edgeworth rarely saw in any other professor. It reminded him of Phoenix Wright almost, except she was his teacher. Still, it was nice to find someone that always tried to bring light into everyone's hearts, even at their worst of times.

Edgeworth knew Christmas Eve would be tonight and everyone would likely be spending time with their families. He couldn't think of a time when he had a good Christmas Eve; not since the death of his father. Even then, the memories of that time were so long ago that they were likely a blur at this point. Even when he thought about them, he’d try to blot them out of his mind. Somehow, as of late, those memories had started to become more frequent.

It didn't matter anyways, that was a long time ago during his childhood, a childhood he would never gain back. He was lucky to have gained back his two friends. It wasn't like he could gain back everything, after his father's death. Even the joy he once had for Christmas was something he could ever gain back. The thought of his childhood made him smile just a little bit before he looked up, then saw someone standing there, reaching out for a book.

“Gar-AH!” Edgeworth gasped as Professor TinJill turned, having reached for a book from the third shelf. She stared at Edgeworth with her mouth ajar before clearing her throat. 

“Mr. Edgeworth, is there something wrong?” Professor TinJill asked. Right, of course she was here, she was the one that opened the doors in the first place. Edgeworth felt embarrassed for how he responded.

“My apologies,” Edgeworth stated, feeling foolish for not recognizing who his Professor was.

“Hm... Perhaps you have other things on your mind?”

Edgeworth hummed, admitting, “it's been a while since I truly celebrated Christmas. It's something I haven’t been able to find enjoyment out of in a very long time.”

“Oh?” Professor TinJill questioned, sitting herself across from Edgeworth.

“Yes. See, my father died three days after Christmas, so...”

“I'm so sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. I can understand the sentiment. My parents also died during Christmas.”

“Is... that so?” Edgeworth asked, his eyes showing genuine sorrow.

“Yes. At that moment, I thought I lost everything.”

“I'm... very sorry.”

“Yes, but thankfully, my Christmas Angel came the next year after. He... gave me the best Christmas gift.”

“A-And... what would that be, if you don't mind me asking?” Edgeworth asked, looking genuinely confused.

“My first kiss.”

“I...”

Professor TinJill giggled, “It was a long time ago. I was a little girl with the biggest crush on the most handsome boy in school. At the time, I didn't think he or anyone else would ever care for me. I was in a very dark place. It was a small kiss, but it saved my life. If not for that kiss, I wouldn't be here.”

Edgeworth knew what his professor meant. In other words, she would've died. He may have never felt any attraction towards anyone, but he knew the feeling of feeling worthless and unloved. Having one person care about you can make a world of difference. That kiss, to his professor, meant her angel did care for her, that one person cared about her.

“I think you will see your Christmas Angel again,” Edgeworth stated, showing a small smile.

“I believe I will someday. I want to give him what he gave me. Everyone deserves love and hope on Christmas. I'm sure he deserves it too.”

“Hm.”

“So, shall we meet at noon tomorrow?”

“Oh, yes, of course!” Edgeworth replied. He had almost forgot about him and Professor TinJill deciding to spend Christmas in town.

“Then, I'll be expecting you. You can lock the doors when you're done here.”

“Of course. Thank you!”

Professor TinJill nodded, showing her bright smile before closing the library doors behind her. Edgeworth showed a small smile of his own. He continued his studies, while also thinking about the last happy Christmas he ever had before it was ruined with the death of his father.

-------- 16 years Earlier --------

Once school was over, Miles made his way to the bus stop where he'd be taken to his father's law firm. He noticed Garda sitting on the bench by herself, waiting for her bus to arrive, likely. She bundled herself in her coat, trying to keep warm. Miles sighed, deciding that if he was going to find out what to give to Garda, he was going to have to talk to her.

Miles was not good at socializing, trying to figure out what to say. Then, he decided to have a go at it. He greeted her, walking up and waving, “Hello.”

Garda looked up, almost shaking as she replied, “H-H-Hello, M-Miles.”

“So um... do you have anything planned for Christmas?” Miles asked, not being good with words, but trying his best.

“... um... I guess? Ms. Marcy is making Christmas Dinner and the tree is decorated.”

“What about your parents?”

“My parents died.”

“Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry,” Miles apologized, feeling embarrassed as Garda giggled.

“No, it's okay. You're very sweet, Miles,” Garda blushed, another sign of her feelings for him that matched every other girl in school.

“Erm thanks,” Miles replied awkwardly.

“Sorry, but I have to go. Merry Christmas!” Garda said cheerfully, waving slightly as Miles waved back. He sighed. He had received nothing. The only thing he knew was that this girl had a crush on him and that her parents had died.

“Maybe I should ask Father,” Miles decided, staring down at the snowy ground before climbing onto his bus.

-------- Present Day --------

The next day, Edgeworth woke up and joined in with the Amano family for breakfast and tea. Currently, he was staying with the Amano family, while continuing his studies in Prosecution. Lance seemed to be whining to his father about something to do with dating their maid. He didn't care too much for their family issues and just continued with eating his breakfast. This was why he was never having children.

“Would you like more tea?” Edgeworth heard one of the maids offer.

“Of course. Just a cube of sugar, if you please,” Edgeworth said, eating a bit of his grits.

“But Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! It's only one night and I want it to have shining lights and everything!” Lance whined.

“My boy, you know I wish you the best, but you're asking me to spend 10,000 Euros on a Christmas Cruise!” Ernest complained, squeezing his money in frustration.

“Well duh, you can't spell romantic without a cruise ship. Everyone knows that.”

“But, did you have to include a celebrity guest and a concert?”

The maid sighed, “They're still going on about that? Poor Ms. Paups.”

“I'm sure this Ms. Paups would be equally happy with a candlelit dinner without the lights, celebrity guest, concert, or cruise,” Edgeworth muttered, rolling his eyes.

“What a wonderful idea, Mr. Edgeworth! It would also save money for me,” Ernest grinned as Lance begin thinking.

“I guess. Yeah, Lauren always talked about romantic candlelit dinners in romance stories,” Lance agreed, showing a smile.

“You must have taken a lot of nice ladies out,” the maid said as she smirked slightly.

“No. I have female admirers that always talk about that kind of stuff,” Edgeworth corrected.

“Really? That's quite impressive.”

“Quite irritating, if you ask me.”

“Have you never felt attraction towards anyone, Mr. Edgeworth?” Lance asked, looking quite surprised.

“No!” Edgeworth replied, then followed it with a pause, having to think about it. “I suppose... there was one girl I kissed.” For a moment, he could swear he heard Ernest almost spitting the tea he just drank.

“R-Really? She must've been quite the attractive young lady,” Ernest said proudly, though more surprised. “As expected of Manfred von Karma's heir.”

“Hm...” Edgeworth hummed. He didn't want to bring up the context behind that kiss.

-------- 16 years earlier --------

“Father!” Miles called out to his father as soon as he entered his father's office.

“Miles, welcome back. Is there something you need?” Gregory asked, who was currently filing paperwork.

“My school is doing this Secret Santa thing and I don't know what to give the person I drew.”

“What's their name? What do you know about them? Did any of you write your interests?”

“Her name is Garda. She's a student in my class. We did write our interests, but she didn't write anything,” Miles replied, opening Garda's Interest page, which showed only her name.

“Hm... that would make things difficult. I wonder why she didn't place anything,” Gregory wondered, rubbing his chin. Miles was thinking the same thing. Certainly, children of his age group would be excited to place something to get for Christmas, but Garda wrote nothing?

“Do you know anything she would like?”

“... I don't know,” Miles lied. He didn't want to mention Garda's crush on him. He supposed anything from him would make her happy.

“I'm sure she'd be happy with whatever you give her. However, whenever you give a gift, always make sure it comes from the heart.”

“Thank you, Father,” Miles thanked his father, then began thinking of what to give Garda.

Anything from him would make Garda happy, Miles had no doubt about that, but his father was right. Whatever gift Miles gave Garda had to come from the heart. He didn't know her, but that's because he didn't have a lot of friends to spend time with. Perhaps he could just be Garda's friend! She didn't seem to have a lot of friends.

Miles made plans to have Garda join him and his friends. They could use another friend in their group and having a girl would certainly make things interesting. Of course, there was Larry and his fetish to have a girlfriend, but Garda wasn't that attractive anyways and he could always kick Larry, if he bothered her. He was sure she'd like something like that.

-------- Present Day --------

Professor TinJill had texted Edgeworth for them to meet at a local tea shop at the town square. It was a good starting point for their Christmas festivities today. In truth, Edgeworth didn't know what to expect. He did agree to have Christmas with his Professor, since neither had anything to do during that Holiday. However, he had never truly found anyone willing to celebrate the Holidays with him. It also just came to him that their outing may be mistaken for a date before he completely brushed it off. It wasn't like every guy and girl duo hanging out together automatically equated to being romantically involved.

Edgeworth drove to the tea shop, having noticed Professor TinJill's moped parked in one of the parking spaces. After finding his parking place, he went inside, ordering his tea, then took a seat across from the professor. She had ordered herself some peppermint tea with two peppermint candies inside and cream. The inside of the tea shop seemed to already be festive with all the decorations, the obvious Christmas Tree at the corner of the shop and smooth Christmas music playing in the background.

Professor TinJill already got her iPad out, scoping the town square and planning on where the duo would be going. It was clear she was planning their outing on the fly, but she was also deciding where to go slightly ahead of time. He could at least trust his professor would know how to make plans on days when it was on the fly. Edgeworth had doubts he could plan like that.

“There seems to be a festival at the nearby park. I couldn't be sure if you were into that sort of thing. There's also some movies playing,” the professor said.

“Not interested in movies, personally, but... I suppose a festival isn't objectionable,” Edgeworth replied.

“Have you ever been to a Christmas Festival?”

“Not... really.”

“Hm... I suppose this can be your first experience then. They're actually fun. I went to one with some colleagues of mine.”

“Yes, I've heard they're fun. Though, I'm not a big fan of fast rides.”

“Oh hehehehe that's fine, I'm not either. Roller Coasters are as far as I'd go. What about rides like Ferris Wheels and Carousels?”

“I don't think I've been on a Carousel since Franziska was but a young girl.”

“I suppose it's a ride mostly for children. What with the horses and animals to ride on.”

“Indeed. Though, I wouldn't object to going on one again.”

“Is that your subtle way of saying you'd love to go on one?” Professor TinJill teased as Edgeworth flushed slightly, following by her giggles. “I'm kidding. We'll go.”

“I'm also to assume there will be caroling?”

“Indeed, but you don't have to join, if you're not feeling up to exercising your vocal cords.”

“.... I think I'll pass.”

“Hehehe I figured. I'd think you'd be going for the candy apples before the caroling.”

“Oh yes. Those are always- how did you know I like those?” Edgeworth asked, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.

“Wild guess, I suppose,” Professor TinJill shrugged, though she seemed to be deep in thought about something, showing a small frown. “Do you not care for the Christmas Angel event?”

“Huh? Oh, I forgot about that. I... suppose you could say that. Christmas was the only joyful time I ever spent with my father before he... died.”

“Oh. Is that why...?” Professor TinJill asked, showing a very disheartened face.

“Why what?”

“N-Nevermind. It's just... I know what it's like to lose a parent or... parents and have that ruin your Christmas.”

“...”

“After my parents passed away, I was forced into foster care and constantly moved from one foster family to the next. My life completely shattered and I thought there was no point in living. It didn’t help that the foster family I was staying with... Anyways, it wasn't until my Christmas Angel saved me that I found the joy of Christmas in myself again.”

“Is that why your Christmas Angel means so much to you? Why you do this event?” Edgeworth asked as his professor smiled, nodding.

“We may never see each other again, but the memories we leave as their angels will always stick with you. I want to teach my students to always leave a mark upon every person you meet. You don't really know what they're going through. All it takes is just one act of kindness to save one person.”

“Hm... that sounds like something an old friend of mine would say,” Edgeworth said, thinking about when Phoenix Wright had saved him at a time he believed to have been his father's killer.

“I'm sure you must've rubbed off on him somewhere.”

“What do you mean? Certainly, you're not suggesting...”

“I am. Mr. Edgeworth, you are far more kind than you realize and it surprises me not if you've saved many others along the way.”

“....”

Sometimes Edgeworth wished he could make as much of a difference as Phoenix Wright, yet this same man claims to have done so because of him. Edgeworth barely remembered any point in time when he was as kind as Phoenix. Even as a boy, he was only trying to be like his father. Somehow, it didn't feel as genuine as someone wanting to help others, because they want to. Professor TinJill was one of those that Edgeworth felt was genuinely kind, because she wanted to be, not to reflect off of another.

And yet, Edgeworth couldn't deny that perhaps she wasn't entirely wrong either.

-------- 16 Years Earlier --------

The next morning, Miles arrived at the entrance of his school with his friends. He talked with them in private about what he wanted to do.

“Garda? You want her to hang out with us?” Larry asked, scrunching his lips. “But, she's not even pretty or catching. Not to mention her hair looks weird.”

“That's not very nice, Larry,” Phoenix said.

“But, it's true!”

“Garda doesn't have any friends and she looks pretty lonely. I used to be like that too. I thought... maybe she could be with us and not in a romantic way, LARRY,” Miles explained before giving Larry a glare.

“Ugh fine, fine,” Larry sighed.

“She seems really nice. I wouldn't mind letting her play with us,” Phoenix agreed.

“I suppose. Wait, doesn't she have this thing for Miles? Do you have a crush on her?” Larry teased.

“No! I'm not like you, Larry! Even if she does, it wouldn't hurt to befriend her. It's not like she's ever bothered me or anything,” Miles humphed.

“Geez, you're a weird one. I'd be hanging out with her behind the big tree in the playground, but you just want her to hang out with us?”

“I'm pretty sure you're the only one that does that,” Phoenix stated before Larry stuck his tongue out at him.

“Eh, whatever. It's not like I'd be interested in Garda that way anyways. If this is how you want to win your lady, I won't get in the way,” Larry shrugged.

“You're abhorrent, Larry!” Miles glared.

“Hey, isn't that her over there?” Phoenix asked, pointing to the small girl with the messy hair in her school uniform getting out of the bus.

It was most definitely Garda. She was clutching onto the straps of her backpack, while walking on her way to the school entrance. She had her eyes on the ground, her lips forming a small pout, while all the other students passed by her. Perhaps, giving her friends would be Miles' own Secret Santa gift to Garda.

“What are you waiting for? Go invite your girl over!” Larry grinned, poking his elbow at Miles' side.

“I'm not-”

“You're the one that brought it up. You invite her. Go on.”

Larry did make a good point. Sighing, Miles built up the courage to walk up to Garda. It wasn't like he was giving the girl mixed signals or anything, and she'd be more than happy to talk to him. The moment he began approaching, Garda stood stiff, eyes bugging out in surprise.

“Hello there. Garda?” Miles greeted, forming a small smile.

“Hi,” Garda squeaked, clutching onto the straps of her backpack tightly as beads of sweat formed about her face.

“My friends and I were wondering if you'd care to join us during lunch and recess? We just usually hang out, talk and play Four Square. You can fill in the fourth square,” Miles offered.

“Y-You want me to play with you?” Garda asked, glancing to the ground shyly. Miles could see the girl's cheeks showing a dusty shade of pink. “S-Sure. I'd... I'd love to!”

“Of course. How about we walk to class?” Miles invited, turning to his friends. “Co'mon Larry, Nick!”

“Sure!” Phoenix grinned widely, joining along with Miles and Garda as Larry smiled, shaking his head before joining along.

Miles could see joy on Garda's face as his two friends joined along. All that loneliness seemed to have vanished like magic. He decided this was the best Christmas gift he could give to Garda. The four kids walked to class together and sat close by with Garda sitting behind Miles. Of course, Miles did notice some expressions from a few of the other girls, who also had a crush on Miles. They showed faces of envy at Garda, who was able to get closer to Miles than any other girl in class.

Garda took notice of the attention and dirty looks from the other girls, glancing down at her desk. Phoenix patted Garda.

“Don't worry about them. They can't do anything to you,” Phoenix assured as Garda smiled.

“You shouldn't be so worried about what others think of you. They don't know you like you know yourself,” Miles encouraged Garda, whose smile turned into a grin.

“Hehehehe you're really sweet, Miles,” Garda said as Miles smiled. Garda was far brighter when she smiled.

“Geez, would you guys get a room?” Larry teased before Miles took a piece of notebook paper, crumpled it into a ball, then threw it at Larry.

“You're one to talk!” Miles rebuked. “Talk like that and I'll have to kick you outside.”

“Oooh, you wound me!” Larry responded, pretending to be hurt as he placed his hand over his chest.

Garda blushed cherry red at first before she smiled, giggling at the squabbling between Miles and Larry. Hearing their encouragement brought her courage. Garda began realizing how weak those glares and dirty looks were from the other girls. She had friends now. She didn't need to worry about what others thought of her anymore.

Hanging out with Miles made Garda incredibly shy at first. After all, Miles was Garda's obvious crush. Miles knew this, but also knew that the shyness would subdue over time. Of course, there was breaking it to the poor girl that he didn't share the same feelings that Garda felt towards him. Regardless, Miles decided it would be better if he crossed that bridge when he got there. Right now, he needed to focus on Garda developing a friendship with him and his friends.

During lunch, Garda sat with the three boys at the same table. It was then that Miles began to notice the harassment that Garda received from her peers, especially the girls. He didn't think of the consequences that would follow with Garda befriending him. Miles was a very pretty boy and a girl that was considered the bottom of the barrel was hanging out with him and his friends. This would not settle well with the other girls, who had made numerous attempts to win his affections.

In line, Garda was pushed to the ground and laughed at by the other girls before being forced to the back of the line. Miles made a dash right behind Garda, who shyly turned behind, then smiled. Miles returned the smile.

“I once was pushed while my tray was full of rice and gravy. My face was covered in gravy,” Miles said.

“That sounds terrible,” Garda replied, eyes looking saddened.

“My friends got revenge by pouring salad dressing on the bloke. It was Larry's idea. Unfortunately, we were all sent to the principal's office and forced to serve Detention. I was really mad at Larry for that.”

“They seem very nice to defend you like that. I wish I had friends like that.”

“You do now, so don't worry about those bullies,” Miles assured as Garda stared at him with shock-filled eyes, then smiled.

“Thank you. I... didn't think you or anyone would take notice of me. I'm... not really pretty or fun to be around.”

“Is that what they tell you?” Miles asked with furrowed eyebrows as Garda nodded, trembling. “No one gets to decide if you're pretty, fun or cool. Only you get to decide that. If you allow them to make you believe that, then you will never surpass them. They're only saying this to you, because they can. So, don't allow them to be right.”

“... Miles... thank you,” Garda said, her voice trembling. She turned to follow the line, but her eyes were slowly watering. What did she do to deserve those words? Miles worried for Garda. She was degrading herself almost constantly, allowing others to decide who she was. What brought her to this point where she allowed others to bully her?

-------- Present Day --------

After visiting the tea shop, Professor TinJill and Edgeworth drove to the Christmas Festival nearby. It was huge, filled with games, rides, food stands, and all sorts of things to do. There was also a huge Christmas Tree in the middle and Saint Nicolas taking pictures, then shaking hands with the small kids. There was also a live performance stage where a band would play Christmas music. It was certainly very festive.

Professor TinJill's eyes brightened by all the things to do here before glancing in Edgeworth's direction.

“So, where do you want to go to first?” Professor TinJill asked.

“To be honest, I'm not quite sure. There's so many things to do here and... people,” Edgeworth replied, feeling overwhelmed by the crowd.

“Hey,” Professor TinJill said comfortingly, placing her hand on Edgeworth's shoulder. “It's okay. We can take things one step at a time.”

“Thank you.”

“Didn't you say you wanted to try out the Carousel?”

“Oh yes ehem... of course,” Edgeworth replied, having forgotten about the Carousel.

“Hehehe look who's being shy,” the Professor teased.

“I'm not being shy! I'm-”

“I kid. I kid. Let's go. There's not a moment to lose,” Professor TinJill giggled, encouraging Edgeworth to follow her to the Carousel as he sighed in response.

Of course, Edgeworth and his professor got on a horse and rode the Carousel, watching all the small children laugh joyfully, while all the parents watched. It began sinking in how childish this was to ride on a ride like this. All eyes began focusing on him, who was supposed to be a Prosecutor and here he was riding on a children's ride. It was foolish, it was...

“Is everything alright, Mr. Edgeworth?” Professor TinJill asked. That's right, she was also a professional too.

“H-How can you get on a carousel, knowing...?” Edgeworth asked, looking at all the people staring at him.

“A long time ago, I was told that only I get to decide who I am. If I allow myself to believe what others think, then I will never be able to surpass them. I know who I am. I am smart, beautiful and your teacher. I don't need others to tell me otherwise.”

“That... Was this person your Christmas Angel?” Edgeworth asked as his professor nodded. “I... see.”

“I wouldn't be where I am if not for him. That's why, even now, I still wait for my Christmas Angel to return.”

“Yes... you've said that,” Edgeworth muttered, looking downcast.

“Is something wrong?”

“It's... nothing,” Edgeworth partly lied. He didn't want to say it, but he didn't believe that Christmas Angel would ever return, because... he knew who this Christmas Angel was. “You've changed so much.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing.”

The Carousel began to move as slowly, but surely, all of Edgeworth's anxiety went away. The movement of the horse and turning of the carousel kicked in, bringing back nostalgia. A smile formed on Edgeworth's lips. The memories of his father, his friends, and Franziska were all on this Carousel. It made him feel like a kid again.

“Not so nervous now, are you?” Professor TinJill asked, grinning.

“Sod off!” Edgeworth responded instinctively before realizing his words. “I...”

“Don't. I'm glad to hear that from you.”

Edgeworth felt a little shocked, then returned to smiling again. Perhaps, some exceptions can be made. He honestly didn't mind a bit of informality once in a while. Not with Professor TinJill at least.

After the Carousel was over, Professor TinJill and Edgeworth got off and made their way to the food stand where Edgeworth bought himself a candy apple. Professor TinJill got herself a Turkey Leg wrapped in foil. It had been a while since the last time Edgeworth tasted a Candy Apple. His father always bought these for him when he was only a boy. A smile appeared on his lips.

“Enjoying yourself?” Professor TinJill asked.

“Yes. I never got to thank you for inviting me to enjoy these festivities with you. It's been a long time since I truly enjoyed the festivities of Christmas.”

“I can tell,” Professor TinJill grinned, then showed a disheartened expression. “Is that why you've ignored my letters and phone calls?”

“My apologies. I was going through a rough time and... I didn't know you’d moved to Germany,” Edgeworth whispered quietly, his voice broken.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not now,” Edgeworth replied as his professor nodded, then showed a small smile.

“Your candy apple will run away from you, if you don't finish it,” Professor TinJill teased as Edgeworth turned to her, smiling. Then, he began eating more of his apple.

-------- 16 Years Earlier --------

Garda seemed much happier and filled with joy since she joined Miles and his friends. Considering Christmas was just around the corner, it was no surprise Miles found numerous Christmas letters from the other girls. He was only surprised he didn't find one from Garda. Then again, they were friends now, so perhaps she wanted to send him a Christmas letter in person? Not that Miles would've minded. 

Sighing, Miles stuffed the Christmas letters in his backpack, not caring that they'd get crushed and crinkled.

“Miles!” Garda called, running to Miles. “I just wanted to ask what you were planning on doing for Christmas?”

“Well, Father asked me to invite my friends over for a sleepover, so Larry and Phoenix are coming. I suppose I could see if you'd be allowed to come too, though...” Miles half offered, directing his eyes away. “I hope it doesn't bring you discomfort to share a sleepover with a bunch of boys.”

“Oh no, it's fine. I'm actually surprised you're willing to invite me.”

“Why wouldn't I? We're friends, aren't we?”

“Yes, but I don't want to bring you trouble. If you can't bring me, it can't be helped.”

“You're not bringing me any trouble. As I've said, you're my friend,” Miles assured, gathering the last of the Christmas letters and stuffing them in his backpack. He then set his textbooks right on top of the letters, the sound of the crushing letters being heard loudly. He zipped up his backpack. “I'm honestly more surprised you don't have any plans with your family.”

“Not... really. Christmas isn't exactly festive there.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed... since you once told me that your guardian is cooking and the tree was already decorated...”

“It's not your fault. It's my own problems. My parents died on Christmas.”

“Garda...”

“I should be getting to my bus. I'll being seeing you tomorrow-”

“Tomorrow is Saturday and we won't be back from school until next month, remember?” Miles asked. He also remembered that the Secret Santa presents were supposed to be given after New Year’s.

“Oh yes... I forgot...”

“Is there something on your mind?” Miles asked.

“N-No... it's just... I'm going to miss you lots,” Garda replied weakly.

“Garda?”

“Hehehehe just... promise you won't forget me, okay?”

“Of course not!” Miles replied. For some reason, those words made his blood run cold. It was as if Garda was expecting to never come back.

“Thank you. I should get going. See ya!” Garda waved, then made her way to the bus.

Miles watched Garda leave, feeling uneasy about what she had just said. His instincts told him that something was wrong, so very wrong. He couldn't explain it, but Garda was not acting like herself. Of course, Miles was only friends with Garda for a week, but just the fact she never wrote him a Christmas letter already told him that there was something seriously wrong.

Of course, Miles figured this could just be an exaggeration, but his instincts kept nudging him. He didn't want to bother Garda, but... what if something happened to her? What if she was in serious trouble?

“What would Father do?” Miles whispered to himself. He already knew the answer and decided to follow his instincts.

Miles went to the bus stop, watching Garda get inside her bus. He blended himself in with the other kids, looking for Garda in her seat, who was sitting by herself at the very front. He made sure not to be seen by her and took a seat right behind Garda. The bus then drove to drop the kids off at their stop. All the kids were chattering about, but Garda stayed quiet throughout the bus ride. She was clutching onto the straps of her backpack, staring at her feet sadly. The same loneliness Miles saw before they became friends was shown now, having believed her friends were no longer with her now.

Once Garda stood up to leave from her bus, Miles followed her.

“Hey, what brings you here?” Miles heard from one of the girls, whose stop was also the same as Garda's.

Garda turned, her eyes bugged out when she saw Miles. Miles looked at the girls, lying, “I'm visiting a friend's house. Is there a problem?”

“But, we're your real friends,” one girl said, flirtatiously.

“Yeah, we both are,” the other girl said.

“Sorry, but I don't know you. I know Garda. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Miles replied, walking passed the girls, who looked awkwardly embarrassed, as he walked alongside Garda. “Don't know what that was about.”

“Why are you here?” Garda asked, almost intense-like.

“I was worried.”

“You were worried? Why?” Garda asked, showing an expression of guilt.

“I'm not quite sure. I just don't want you to get hurt and... I don't know.”

“...”

“Is there something wrong?”

“It's... nothing.”

“But, you didn't write me a Christmas letter?”

“Huh?” Garda gasped, her face turning tomato red. “I mean... not that I don't want to, but... I j-just didn't think about it.”

“But, you always write me a letter every Holiday. You wrote me a letter for Thanksgiving, Halloween, and even Easter.”

“H-How... did you...?” Garda asked, her face growing red as she covered her face. “Y-Y-You knew...? I didn't even sign my name and I said all kinds of...”

“... I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm just worried. It's not like you to not write me a letter.”

“But, everything's ruined now!” Garda cried, her face in tears. “I was trying to hide this from you, because I knew you wouldn't like me. You've never liked any girls. I'm just some stupid ugly girl that you're taking pity on that doesn't deserve to have any friends or anyone!”

“Garda, that's not true!”

“It is! That's why you're friends with me, isn't it!? You knew I liked you! You saw this ugly girl by herself without any friends and decided to take pity on me. You're kind, Miles. You're too kind. I know you would never like someone like me, if you couldn't even like Gloria, Ashley, Kathy or Melony!”

“Who are you talking about? I don't know any of those girls!”

“EXACTLY!! They're the most popular girls that get everything. They're beautiful and rich, yet you don't even know their names. You only know mine, because I'm an ugly orphan nobody likes! I should just... I should just die,” Garda wept, curling herself into a ball on the grass.

Miles couldn't tell Garda the real reason why he decided to be friends with her, but he couldn't leave her like this either. He knelt down and hugged her, allowing her to cry. She didn't push Miles from her and continued to cry hot tears.

“Garda, I know your name, because I care about you. You're my friend. You're sweet, fun, and you have a nice smile.”

“You...”

“I'm not lying. I can't say I'm attracted to you, but if I was to be attracted to anyone, I'd rather it be you than any of the other girls in school. Larry can have them.”

“... but...”

“My father always tells me that, in court, evidence means everything. If my words cannot convince you, how about I present you some evidence?”

“... show me,” Garda choked as Miles knelt down, then kissed her on her lips. Her eyes widened slightly as Miles pulled away.

“I wouldn't kiss anyone, not there, unless they were someone I truly cared about.”

“... Miles.”

“If you want to talk, I'm always here.”

“... Let's go someplace quiet. I don't want the girls to hear me.”

Miles nodded before following Garda. She led Miles to the backyard of where she lived and inside a tree house. Miles climbed up the ladder, then entered inside through the hole on the floor. Afterwards, he sat next to Garda, who was next to a window.

“My parents died last year on Christmas. I loved them so much. They always gave me presents and food and stuff. After they died, I was sent to a foster care. The family I live with now don't like me very much. My foster siblings keep pushing me around, calling me ugly, telling me I'm no good and hurting me.”

“How do they hurt you?” Miles asked as Garda rolled up the sleeves of her shirt, showing a big fat bruise. She showed another one on her hip and legs. “Have you tried calling the police?”

“If I did, they'd take me away and put me with another foster family. I'm scared.”

“....”

“Not to mention... I'd be away from you.”

“You really like me that much?”

“Probably more, now that we've been friends for a while. I hate being in love.”

“... do you really think love is a bad thing?”

“Sometimes, sometimes it's wonderful. Right now, it kinda hurts.”

“Because you think I can never feel the same?”

“Yes. I've seen how you are with those letters from the other girls. I have no chance.”

“Garda, you have a much bigger chance than they do. Why do you think they bully you so much?”

“Huh?”

“Garda, we've only just met, but I can see you're great to be with, even with your crush on me. I wouldn't hang out with you, if I didn't find you enjoyable.”

“I don't know.”

“Garda, remember when I told you to not allow anyone to make you think certain things? I don't care what anyone says, I think you're very beautiful. You're only allowing people to control you and how you think. If you take control of yourself and prove them wrong, then you can be better, smarter, and more successful than they ever will be in a hundred years. We're still kids, Garda. Those girls are only thinking about boys and dolls, but in ten years, they're going to be thinking about college and in twenty years, a successful career. I intend on being a Defense Attorney like my father when I grow up. What will you be?”

“I...”

“You decide what you want to be. If you want to be beautiful and win my heart, then don't let those fools push you around and make you think differently. That includes those blokes that are hurting you.”

“What if they move me to another foster family that doesn't like me?”

“You have friends, don't you?”

“Huh?”

“Friends that have family. My father is a Defense Attorney. He can help you.”

“I don't... know.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then, come with me and let me help you.”

Garda sat quietly, then nodded before hearing, “GARDA, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SNOT!?!”

“Ma... My...”

“Let's get out of here,” Miles said as Garda nodded.

Both kids peeked out the window, hearing the footsteps pounding inside the house and doors slamming open. Miles quickly jumped down, followed by Garda, before they climbed over the fence to the neighbor's backyard and ran out from the back. Miles took Garda's hand and both ran down the street as fast as they could.

“Where are we going?” Garda asked.

“Find a telephone,” Miles said, running with Garda across an empty lot, then to a nearby gas station where the kids ran inside. “Does anyone have a telephone? My friend is running from her abusive guardian!”

“My Ms. Marcy is gonna beat me up!” Garda cried as the store owner retrieved a cordless phone.

“What's your name?” the store owner asked.

“G-Garda... Garda TinJill.”

-------- Present Day --------

After the fair, Professor TinJill and Edgeworth watched the parade leading up to the lighting of the Christmas Tree at town square. Edgeworth had some peppermint hot cocoa in his hand, while the professor grinned at the parade. Edgeworth was never one to enjoy parades, but this was enjoyable, now that he was with old friends... an old friend.

The tree began lighting up, while caroling by the Christmas Choir was singing in the background. Edgeworth smiled.

“Enjoying yourself, Mr. Edgeworth?” Professor TinJill asked.

“Indeed. You know, this Christmas was my most joyful time in a very long time.”

“Hm...”

“I'm sorry I never got to write to you.”

“Are you feeling guilty about that?”

“A bit. I promised you I wouldn't forget you, yet I did and never bothered sending you a single Christmas letter.” More like I’ve been trying to forget.

“I thought that was my job to send you Christmas letters.”

“Hmph, obviously. You've never failed to send me a letter for every holiday. It's honestly exhausting,” Edgeworth grumbled, his arms crossed.

“I'm just glad to have my Christmas Angel back. You saved my life and I never got the chance to repay you.”

“... Garda, I truly am sorry. I wanted to give you the best Secret Santa gift and... I never even showed up to tell you...”

“Wait, did we do Secret Santa? … Oh my gosh, we did... and you were mine... well, I'll be a monkey's uncle,” Professor TinJill laughed. “I actually forgot about that.”

“I suppose we both forgot. Believe it or not, our friendship was my Secret Santa present to you.”

“Really? Miles, you truly are the kindest person I know. Only you would befriend someone with a hopeless crush on you," Professor TinJill replied, both awestruck and touched.

“Whatever happened after I left?” Edgeworth asked, wanting to avoid the awkwardness.

“I was sad... but... Larry and Nick stood with me. I eventually had to move away, since my former foster family abused me and...”

“Right...”

“Kept moving from one foster family to the next.”

“And, how'd you end up in Germany?”

“Well, after being dragged around from one foster family to the next, I decided enough was enough and signed up for a Foreign Exchange Student Program to study in Germany. From there, I became a Professor and that's when I started looking you up. You never wrote back to me, so I looked up Nick and Larry. Nick said he'd talk with you.”

“Of course you'd contact Wright of all things.”

“Hehehehe you mad?”

“Not really. I owe that man everything,” Edgeworth admitted, looking back at Professor TinJill. “You still have that crush on me?”

“Hm... wouldn't you like to know? Why, do you...”

“Don't be preposterous.”

“I thought I had the best chance.”

“We were kids!”

“Yes, and you're hardly ever wrong, my dear fellow. Though, I wouldn't mind dinner, if you're willing to offer it.”

“... I'll think about it.”

“Merry Christmas, Miles.”

“Yes, Merry Christmas, Garda,” Edgeworth replied quietly with the most subtle of smiles.

[beelsbreakfast]

how much would each brother whale to get a card of mc ?

thanks @nighthunterhime​ for the idea lol

lucifer - he tries to have some self-control, he has to. he’s the one in charge of the budget in the house, so imagine if he were to go insane for a simple,,,, stupid card... he couldn’t. right? no. he must not. it is useless and will bring nothing in his life... at least that’s what he’s trying to tell himself until the third day and his brothers are already starting to parade with the screenshots of their card. he’ll then spend a little money, not too much, but still. at some point, if he doesn’t get you, he’ll stop, but full of shame and regrets. if you happened to not come home, he’ll be pissed for the next days, lol. 

mammon - do i need to say it ? he’ll go fucking ape shit and try to get you, even with his broke ass. he’ll beg for money to each of his brothers, arguing that it’s for a necessary object, blabla. you look too good in this and just simply cannot. he probably has the worst luck and it will cost him his soul and mind to get you. after his 100th pull, he’ll start crying.

levi - another fucking obsessed one. jesus fuck. good thing he, an otaku, planned all of it and saved up all of his in-game resources and money for this. he knew you were coming soon in a special event by leaks, and he just. JUST HAD. to get you. he’s used to all of this, so he IS willing to spend all of his money on you, as long as it’ll bring you home. 

satan - doesn’t get the hype. why would people be willing to spend real money on something so... ridiculous ? sure, you look good and your card has good stats and the name of your skill is cute and your bloomed version is even more beautiful- he needs that card. now. he’s usually a very casual player, but this time, he spends all day on his phone, locked in his room, trying to get the most resources to do pulls. he’ll get fucking pissed at the 5th pull because still no sign of you. will kick something for sure. he’ll hate himself when he go and pick up his card to buy more resources. 

asmo - another casual player ! the game caught his attention when levi introduced him to it, mostly because of the beautiful characters in-game, but now... what is he seeing ? a pretty card of you ? interesting. very interesting. he’s not willing to spend that much, though. you matter, but less than the large amount of beauty product he has yet to buy. if he does end up getting you, he’ll brag and show you off to his brother. especially mammon.

beel - lol. let’s be real fucking honest here. he doesn’t need to whale. he has insane luck and he’ll get you on the one free pull. worst is, he’s a VERY VERY casual player who just dl the game because levi told him to. and he doesn’t play much. the reasn he even pulled was because levi kept harassing him to AT LEAST do the free pull. result: beel has the card.

belphie - lol. he’s a bit of a gamer as well, and obsess with you. i’m no chef but mixing the two isn’t good. anyways, he’ll want you and is willing to pay. he’ll steal from his brothers (luci particularly) and make it look like mammon. won’t feel bad at all when you’re finally home in all of your glory. also, he will never rank in events because he simply sleeps too much. so his only chance is by gacha. 

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hope this is not excessive, but i had fun answering yours so i'm gonna shower ypu with numbers: 6, 7, 14, 23, 43, 47, 48 💞

6. What is your least favorite movie/TV show to gif? cql is a bitch to color lmao and i also feel like everything has been giffed so sometimes i feel like it's pointless for me to do it. but i still sometimes get an idea or remember a scene i loved so i still do it. 7. Who are your top 3 gif makers? i'm gonna name ppl i follow so it's easier to narrow it down but i don't think i'm gonna stick to top 3 sgfsdf so in no particuar order: @yootaeyanq always gorgeous sets <3 i see you sometimes saying you’re not happy with smth and it makes me wanna bonk you on your head >:( @sugarbabywenkexing you always have new ideas of what to gif and funny too. and the wenzhou kiss series... i love you for it <3 your coloring is very distinct but also different every time does that make sense? @ueberdemnebelmeer your coloring is always so *chef’s kiss* and true to the source material i really appreciate it. and you gif a lot of shows/movies i’ve never heard of so ty for expanding my to watch list <3 @wkxbaby ik you always put a lot of effort into making the gifs the best quality and i really admire that <3 and they always look soft?! @/zhouszishu idk how somebody can color things so consistently well i just sit back and enjoy :) (im only tagging mutuals) @lanyuan always interesting coloring and i loved your hanguang june series i can never get enough of him! 14. How long does it usually take you to make a set it depends. if it’s from one scene / episode / video, then like from an hour to a day. if it’s from several episodes / videos then longer. sometimes they sit in my  drafts for a week but after that i don’t go back to them bc honestly i forget what i wanted to do or i get bored of the idea. 23. What is the thing you gif when you don’t have anything else you want to gif? a music video or a random scene from shl/cql or whatever i have downloaded. but rn i feel like i’m just abandoning every set i start (i have a few in my drafts but i’ve been too tired to finish them in a day so i just forget about them. 43. Do you keep videos forever or delete them once you’re done giffing? stuff i dl from youtube i delete once im sure i won’t be giffing them in the near future. but episodes that take a long time to dl AND take a lot of space (ahem 4k cql that i t*rrent) i put on an external harddrive if i remember to. 47. Any advice for novice gif makers/people who want to start making gifs - always gif things that bring YOU joy then the amount of notes will not matter to you - try to find the best quality video available and use a youtube downloader that lets you dl high quality (i use videoproc but there was a reddit thread where ppl listed the ones they use) - i think vapoursynth isn’t a necessary step at least at first bc it takes a while to figure out (i had a meltdown trying to figure out the script). but i think it’s good to figure out ps first. - never pay for a program. you don’t need to i’m actually the worst person to give technical advice but truly just gif what you want to gif, others will appreciate it too <3 48. How would you describe your giffing style? fuck around and find out? i don’t do anything fancy i just try to make the scenes look nice and i love colors but i don’t add much (idk how to anyways jkgjd)