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madimpossibledreamerAs per the romantic interlude, spoilers as to where I'm going with Turnabout Histories, though it could be read pretty much on its own. Some of the normal stuff will be under the cut, as well as not tagged.
Main Points:
Ace Attorney AU
Rating: G?
Word Count: 973
Specific Couple: Klavier/Apollo (Kyodoroki), background Wright/Edgeworth, Maggie/Gumshoe, Simon/Athena (the latter two are Couples Not Appearing In This Part but will in subsequent parts)
"Would you like to spend Christmas with me?"
Typical Klavier. Can’t even bother to wait until anyone’s awake to call, let alone sound so chipper.
Apollo sighs into the phone. Honestly, it’s not even really his boyfriend’s fault. Usually, he’s up. Usually, when he doesn’t have a million errands to run, and a limited time frame. And the Wrights—or should he be saying the Wright-Edgeworths, now, because even though they’re not yet married they’re engaged, and with Edgeworth and the way they’re acting around each other it’s a certainty, so he might as well get used to the idea now—blackmailed him into spending it with them, same as always. He’d been hoping to get extra sleep into it, because with his luck, he’s going to running around at the same time as Santa Claus, only he doesn’t have elves and a fancy magical sleigh and whatever time travel magic the guy has that he’d really like to get his hands on. Not that the guy’s probably real. But since the worlds changed or whatever, things are a little more...uncertain than they used to be. He weighs the idea. The family will probably get really embarrassing, especially after his mentor—the less sane one, he means—gets a little tipsy. Given Klavier’s usual insanity, he no doubt would probably gleefully join in. On the other hand, he’s far more likely to stop after a little while, when he realizes it’s really bothering Apollo. Unlike Trucy. And Phoenix. And likely Larry, if the guy shows up.
He makes up his mind. "I’d love to, Klavier, but I’m kind of required to go to the Wright’s party."
"Ah." The prosecutor sounds depressed, but before he can go further down that route, Apollo interrupts.
"But you’re more than welcome to attend."
This time, the hesitation is on the former rock star’s end, and Apollo can guess what’s coming. "Is it all right?"
If he were here, Apollo would probably smack him for being so dense. "Wright forgave you. Edgeworth forgave you. They’ve repeatedly said, time and time again, that you’re more than welcome to come over at any time, and they haven’t put all their formidable and honestly kind of scary influence into getting rid of you, and in a bizarre fatherly way they’ve even kind of said they approve of you, so I can’t think why not."
The pause, this time, is shorter, and then Klavier laughs. It’s a pretty genuine laugh, perhaps not untinged with a hint of sadness, but it’s also one of his more private ones, which means that it’s not forced, a show he’s putting on. "Sorry, I worry too much sometimes."
"Yeah, you do," the defence attorney replies easily, forcing his mind into wakefulness, to think this through. He’s probably not going to get any more sleep today, so this is going to have to do. "Okay, the Wrights and associated company like to open presents as soon as everyone’s awake, so we’ll probably have to sleep over there. It’s Edgeworth’s house, so it’s not like there’s not room. Given how many people might be having Christmas over there, we might have to share a room."
"Like that’ll be a problem." Klavier’s voice is warm, affectionate.
Apollo glares at the wall. "We are not getting up to anything tonight. Trucy will want to open presents early, and as much as Mr. Wright tells her not to bug people to make sure they’re awake, that only applies if he can catch her."
"Did I say that I wanted anything more than to spend time with you, mein Freund?" He thinks that’s genuine hurt. It’d be easier to tell if Klavier was here, but then, if Klavier was here, it’d be a problem, considering everything he has to do today. He tries to answer indignantly, but is caught by a yawn instead. Concern instantly replaces the hurt. "Ach, schatz, did I wake you?"
Stupid observant Germans, he thinks, but doesn’t state that out loud. "And I can’t do anything today, either. Sorry. I’ve got a lot of errands to run."
"Do you work for a Scrooge?" He can imagine the raised eyebrow, the dampened but still present concern. This is taking too long. Maybe if he gets going quickly, he can get it all done and get back quick enough to pack and head to the Wright’s and get a decent night’s sleep. He decides to put Klavier on speaker and goes to rummage around for some clothes. He debates between work and street clothes before settling on work clothes. Not all of his errands are non-work related, after all. Some of them do, in fact, have to do with his job.
"Make sure to ask Mr. Wright that question while I’m around, so I can see his face." He starts pulling on clothes, aware that Klavier can probably hear him getting dressed.
His boyfriend pauses for another long moment, then the accented voice echoes from the phone. "Well, if I’m interrupting, don’t hesitate to tell me."
"Oh, trust me, if you were interrupting, I’d hang up on you. Mid-sentence if I had to." Practical, but most people would still miss the slight smile on Apollo’s face.
"You wound me." Klavier’s grinning, too.
"Yeah, except your healing takes care of all that," he mutters under his breath. He’s still pretty sure the blond caught it anyway.
"Well, perhaps I should let you get to your 'errands’ then. And wish you a very merry Christmas Eve."
It won’t be, but he can’t bring himself to say that. Usually he would. Usually he wouldn’t hold back, but he can’t bring himself to hurt the prosecutor, so he just wishes him a merry Christmas Eve back. He debates it, but decides that there’s not really time for breakfast and rushes out the door, folder in hand.
