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Apollo never really had the best timing.
He could have tripped and fallen flat on his face at any point that week, any point that day, but he had to do it in front of a crowd of people that knew him, many of whom held cameras. He didn’t even have any clue what he tripped over- he had just been walking, caught up in the exhilaration of the day and looking into Klavier’s beaming face, and then goodbye, that’s all she wrote. He caught his foot on seemingly thin air and then he personally greeted the concrete, thanks for coming along to my wedding and make me look like an asshole.
He scratched his hand on the ground, shredding the delicate skin of his palms and landed oddly on his side, banging his hip. It hurt a little, stinging, but the worst of it was his ankle. He felt it twist, giving out under his weight, and pain shot up his calf. “Fuck,” He couldn’t stop himself from saying, and brought his leg underneath him. It was hardly his most graceful moment.
Across the path, waiting by the car Klavier couldn’t suppress his laughter, and nor could any of the people surrounding them who were supposed to be on Apollo’s side, damnit. Apollo felt himself flushing bright red, praying that his skin hadn’t gone all blotchy with embarrassment, and pushed himself up. He had to dust off his hands, sheepishly.
“Please tell me you got footage of that,” He heard Clay ask from inside the crowd, and Trucy, still snickering, declared that she had. Apollo shot them a glare that had the both of them sharing an amused glance, until Athena, sympathetic, curled her hand around the camera lens.
Apollo tested his weight on his injured leg, and hissed at the pain that flared up once more. He would be able to walk, but he would make an idiot of himself, waddling along from the church to where Klavier waited. He had gotten his suit all dirty too, the dust and the scuffs clear on the expensive black fabric. He swore- good going, Justice- and then jumped when there was a warm hand on his shoulder.
He looked up and Klavier was suddenly there, grinning down at him. Apollo hadn’t seen him approach, and he was beautiful. The evening light caught his hair, bright confetti littering the strands and his shoulders, and he looked the happiest Apollo had ever seen him. Despite his ankle, Apollo couldn’t help but smile back.
“Need a hand?” Klavier asked, and when he reached down Apollo saw the gold band around his finger gleam- so caught up in the sight, he barely protested when Klavier wrapped his arms around Apollo’s legs and hoisted him up without asking, shifting him around until he carried Apollo bridal style. He lifted him like Apollo weighed nothing.
A cheer went up from their family- their family now, not just Apollo’s- and friends, and Apollo could hear Trucy cooing and Clay pleading with Athena to give the camera back so he could get it on video, even as Apollo himself spluttered. Apollo was only glad there were people keeping all the reporters at bay- he would have died if such a moment found itself in the gossip rags.
“Put me down!” He demanded, even as Klavier settled him and made sure he put no pressure at all on Apollo’s leg. Klavier paid him no heed. “Please put me down,” Apollo protested even as he clung closer, afraid of being dropped but soothed by Klavier’s warmth. “It’s just a sprained ankle.”
Klavier stepped across the path and flashed grins at the crowd that basked in their happiness, winking at Ema when he saw the smile on her usually thunderous expression. She glowered at him, realising she had been caught, and he laughed before addressing Apollo, “I thought it was tradition for one to carry another.”
“That’s across the threshold, which we’re nowhere near,” Apollo pointed out. He squirmed in Klavier’s arms as they approached the car, eyeing it distastefully. It had been temporarily decorated for their wedding, ‘JUST MARRIED’ written on the sides and the back. It was gaudier than he liked, and his prime suspects for this monstrosity were Klavier himself and Trucy. They looked far too pleased with themselves. “Where the hell are you taking me, anyway?”
“It’s a surprise, schatzi,” He was told, and Apollo pulled a face. He wasn’t one for surprises, especially when Klavier liked to throw around money like it was nothing. “You’ll like it.”
Before Apollo could reply with whatever dry wit could pop into his head first, Edgeworth was stepping forward and opening the car door for them. “Do try to be careful,” He said, wryly. “Apollo might not make it through the day at this rate.”
“Maybe he drank a little too much,” Klavier mused, like Apollo wasn’t even there, and he didn’t even wince when Apollo thumped his arm. He hadn’t drank at all. Klavier ducked, settling Apollo into the seat and carefully adjusting his leg- only grinning when Apollo protested, it’s a sprained ankle not a broken leg- and withdrawing, leaving the door open so Apollo could say his goodbyes.
“Congratulations, the both of you,” Edgeworth said with a small but genuine smile, shaking Klavier’s hand before stepping away, re-joining Wright. Apollo’s boss looked between him and the newly married couple with bright eyes. Klavier cut across to the driver’s side and slipped in next to Apollo, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Apollo smiled through the flush as best as he could, and waved one last time to his sister and Anita, his true mother. He shut the door but kept the window open, and then long fingers caught his chin, turning his head toward his husband’s. Apollo saw how Klavier leaned in close, stroking his thumb across Apollo’s cheek.
“I love you,” Klavier told him honestly before pressing a kiss to his forehead, through Apollo’s window they could hear the entire companyaww. He gestured his hand wildly at them, stop, and there was a bright flash of cameras and laughter. “Even when you’re as clumsy as hell.”
“Keep on and I’ll make you lug me around for the rest of the honeymoon,” Apollo warned, voice dark, and Klavier smiled, and brought him in for a proper kiss.