Turnabout Christmas: A Turnabout Histories Interlude *Epilogue

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There might be an epilogue part II.  I haven't decided yet.

Main Points:
Ace Attorney AU
Rating: G?
Word Count: 519
Summary, other main points under the cut
Mild Dual Destinies spoilers, as well as Turnabout Histories spoilers.

 

Summary: Christmas Eve doesn't end like Apollo thinks it would.
Apollo/Klavier
            He throws the backpack full of presents in the corner.  He’s glad that most of them could be wrapped in-store, because he’s worn out.  The thought of getting up alone is almost too much.  He falls onto the couch, resting his head on the back.  If he’s not careful, he’s going to fall asleep here.  At least he’d decided to head back to the Wright-Edgeworth (they really have to figure out a shorter name for that, honestly) house was better than going back to his apartment, so he doesn’t have to worry about falling asleep quite so much.

"And here you are, mein Weihnachtself."

Which is why the German voice, from the kitchen of all places, has him jumping like a startled rabbit.

            "Don’t look at me," his best friend mumbles around what he’s eating.  "I’m only here for the homemade chocolate and the Doctor Who."  Apollo allows himself to take a good look around, and blinks.  Klavier’s wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron he’s pretty sure is Phoenix’s, stirring something chocolatey.  He can smell something chocolate being made.  And everywhere there are cookies, candies, and lots and lots of chocolate.  Which he really should have expected, given that Gavin was involved, but still.

            "I didn’t think you could actually cook."

            "I can’t, not much," Klavier admits, "but I helped Großmutter make the Weihnachtsleckereien, and it’s become a tradition for me every year.  Though usually I don’t end up with quite so much to work with."  The admission doesn’t make Apollo mad.  It sets him at ease, as does every indication that Klavier Gavin is not really as perfect as conventionally portrayed.  It makes him real, makes him human.

            Klavier looks pleased, but when Apollo picks up a piece to taste-test, he acknowledges that yes, maybe for once Klavier actually has a really good reason to be.  This is actual talent.  That could easily make him fat if he wasn’t careful.

            Somehow Klavier knew.  Knew that he hadn’t really had a good Christmas yet, and that’s why he prefers to work.

            Went out of his way to make it as good as possible.

            Sometimes, his boyfriend annoys him.  But then he remembers all over again why he even said yes to the fop with the heart of gold.

            Eventually, Klavier pops out of the kitchen, taking off the apron carefully.  He’s wearing a glittering sweater and carrying a plate full of fudge.  He settles down next to Apollo and nuzzles him.  Usually, overly romantic or affectionate gestures are enough to annoy him, but right now it just feels wonderful instead.  Then again, his brain isn't awake enough to really complain.

            “You’ll have to set up the entertainment,” Klavier states, carefully massaging Apollo’s aching shoulders as the defense lawyer melts.

            Clay makes a sort of playfully disgusted sound, but does as asked.  Apollo probably won’t be able to stay awake for long, but falling asleep on his boyfriend’s shoulder as his best friend and the guy he's dating watch and discuss Doctor Who with the smell of chocolate throughout the room is a wonderful end to an otherwise crazy day.