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Whumptober Day 1 - Autumn
Fandom: Ace Attorney (did you expect anything else?)
Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
Notes: starting the month w an allergy fic let’s go, takes place during the 7 year gap so we got Hobohodo yeehaw, Established Wrightworth as always, allergic!Phoenix this time to spice things up
“A’aschhHUUH!” 10. “H’SCHUUUH!” 11. “T’TCHUUHHh!” 12.
“Bless you, love.” Edgeworth handed Phoenix another tissue. The box was nearly empty at this point. “What’s got you like this lately?”
“Oh. It’s dorbal for be.” Phoenix blew his nose as hard as he could, ignoring his boyfriend’s discomfort at the shamelessness of him doing so. “Gets like this every Fall. Cold season, and all that, I guess.”
Phoenix, along with his newly adopted daughter, had been staying at Edgeworth’s home since Phoenix’s disbarment proved to put a strain on his ability to pay rent for his apartment, which proved too small for a family of two anyway. It came to no surprise that with this new arrangement, Edgeworth would be learning a lot about the now former lawyer, admittedly more than he ever took the time to get to know him during his law career.
“Wright,” an old habit of his slipped his tongue, Edgeworth never quite dropped the formalities since he and Phoenix began dating, but at least the man he loved found it endearing, “I don’t know if you were aware, but colds hardly come with puffy, streaming eyes like yours are right now.”
“Wha? Is it something more serious, then?”
“Has it ever dawned on you that it might be seasonal allergies?” Edgeworth pulled his smartphone from his pocket, tapping once or twice on the touch screen, a far more sophisticated device than Phoenix’s relic of a Nokia he still held onto. “It started getting this bad when you decided you’d rake the leaves in my yard, yes?”
“Yeah, but aren’t seasonal allergies for Spring? Not Fall.”
“For me, maybe, but there are still plenty of allergens out there this time of year.” The serious-faced prosecutor flashed an Allergy Tracking app on his phone, not at all acknowledging the notification for a Steel Samurai app gacha event that popped up just before he did so. “Particularly, mold that lives in leaf piles. There are a lot of spores out this time of year. You sent them flying even more by disturbing them while you raked the leaves.”
“That’s disgusting!” Phoenix exclaimed, not at all finding any irony in him blowing his nose again in a crumpled tissue from his hoodie pocket immediately after.
“What it’s doing to you is hardly the Mona Lisa either, love.” Edgeworth kissed his boyfriend’s nose before he got up off the sofa, amused by the resulting grim expression.
“Aa’hhTTSSCHUUUH!!!” 13, now, was it? “Hey! That’s no fair.”
“Consider it a taste of your own medicine.” As he spoke of figurative medicine, Edgeworth poured a glass of water to accompany a large antihistamine pill. “Take this. It should clear your system right up for the rest of the day.”
Phoenix was hesitant to take the pill from his hand.
“That thing is huge!” He objected.
“But it’s strong. Just below prescription grade. You’ll get used to it.”
Phoenix frowned, but took the pill without making a fuss. He had a new respect, almost an admiration, for the man’s ability to manage throughout the Spring. He made a mental note to tease his boyfriend a little less next year.
Just a little.
~fin~
#whumptober#whumptober 2020#sickfic whumptober alt#sneezing#snez#snz#sneeze kink#snez attorney#allergic!phoenix#my writing
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check the lost and found
by Giraffeine
Tim gets sick and hides. Bruce finds him. Simple as that. Just a quick little piece to try to get my first Whumptober started (super duper late lol).
Whumptober Day 15: Alt Prompt Hiding
Words: 1212, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Whumptober 2021
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake's Parents
Relationships: Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Whumptober 2021, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Not quite dad yet though, They're getting there, Sickfic, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Not mentioned explicitly but the scenario is resulting from that pretty much, Not proofread at all, Self-Esteem Issues, Hurt/Comfort, Tim Drake is Robin, Panic
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/34520146
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Grandson’s Worry
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by hollyhock13
It’s undeniable, this is Tim’s fault
Words: 279, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 20 of Whumptober 2019
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Detective Comics (Comics), DCU (Comics)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth
Relationships: Alfred Pennyworth & Tim Drake
Additional Tags: Batman: Contagion (DCU), Whumptober 2019, Prompt: Infection, Nightmares, Illnesses, Angst, The Clench (Batman), I made Alfred sick and Tim sad about it, Sickfic, alternate prompt, Alt.11
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Of Doubts and Homecomings
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by JustAnotherGhostwriter
The promised and planned trip to see El and Will for Thanksgiving has arrived, and Mike isn't going to let some fever (or latent insecurities) stop him from going.
Words: 5111, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of NaNo Meets Whumptober
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Joyce Byers
Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers & Mike Wheeler
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Whumptober Prompt: Delirious, Whumptober Alt Prompt: Fever, Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Fevers, Whumptober 2019, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Post-Season/Series 03
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Of Doubts and Homecomings
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by JustAnotherGhostwriter
The promised and planned trip to see El and Will for Thanksgiving has arrived, and Mike isn't going to let some fever (or latent insecurities) stop him from going.
Words: 5111, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of NaNo Meets Whumptober
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers, Joyce Byers
Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Joyce Byers & Mike Wheeler
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Whumptober Prompt: Delirious, Whumptober Alt Prompt: Fever, Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompt: Fevers, Whumptober 2019, Bad Things Happen Bingo, Post-Season/Series 03
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Whumptober Day 10: Tissues
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
Notes: married!Wrightworth is back for more action. A shocking turn of events: allergic!Miles wakes up Phoenix this time. A wild sneezefucker!Phoenix appears. There is mess. A lot of it. You’ve been warned.
Neither Phoenix nor Miles thought anything of opening the bedroom window the night before. Miles was still under the protection of his allergy medication and Phoenix was uncomfortable with sleeping in the excess sweat that came with the weather warming up. As reasonable as their explanations might have been that night, the morning after was a different story.
The first few hitches woke Phoenix up for only a moment, and then came the wet sniffs that made a slightly bigger impact on his ability to stay asleep. He nuzzled his head closer to Miles’s bare chest in an attempt to get just a smidge more sleep before the alarm went off.
“HhhH’shhchhuh! Hhrrsshhoo!”
Phoenix felt Miles’s body spasm, forcing him to change position if he wanted any more sleep. He could say he was lucky Miles’s half-awake morning fits were quieter than when he was fully awake, but was anyone really lucky when Miles was clearly miserable? Well, excluding Phoenix’s fondness of the sound echoing in his mind, the correct answer was no.
“Bless you.” Phoenix mumbled, barely awake. He attempted to close his eyes once more when his head slid off Miles’s chest as his husband sat up, clearly not done just yet.
“Hh’huRRSHCHOOH!” Miles was more awake now, much to the detriment of Phoenix’s sleep. It wasn’t his fault, of course, but if he wasn’t preoccupied, he would have immediately apologized. “Hhrr’SSSSHHOOOH! HuUUR’SHCHOOOH!”
With his head on Miles’s lap, Phoenix felt something drip onto the side of his head. He squinted as he rolled over to get a better look, finding Miles with his hand cupped tightly over his mouth and nose to serve as a makeshift dam for the inevitable overflow. The spaces between his fingers, however, were a means for the thin, yet slightly sticky substance to escape despite his efforts.
“You, uh, need help there?” Phoenix fought with his desire to sleep so he could wake up enough to sit up and get out of the way. Still unwilling to leave the warmth of the bed, he leaned against Miles’s shoulder and affectionately rubbed circles on his back.
“Huhrr’SHCHOO!!” Miles reached for the box of tissues on his nightstand at the right side of the bed. Both his hands were occupied, so he blinked a few times to dismiss as many allergic tears from his vision as he could. He peered in the box and gave it a light shake. Empty. “T-Ti… Hhrr’RRSSHOOH! Tissues. Please.” His left hand muffled his voice, but Phoenix understood enough to respond with a nod.
“You poor thing.” Phoenix cooed, kissing his husband’s cheek a few times before he finally got himself out of bed. “I’ll grab you a box from the hall closet. Hopefully Trucy hasn’t stolen them for another one of her magic tricks.” He shut the bedroom window tight and stared at it in all directions to double check that it was completely closed. “Sorry about leaving this open last night, by the way.”
“It’s fide.” Miles sniffled thickly, wiping his irritated eyes with the back of his wrist. “It’s preferable to waki’g up ihd your sweat.” Phoenix might have made his own playful jab if he wasn’t so busy giving his husband pitiful puppy-dog eyes; thankfully he dropped the look before leaving the room, or that might have been unsettling.
Phoenix browsed the hall closet, frowning upon hearing Miles having another sneezing fit from the other room. Folded towels, various toiletries, a few of Larry’s picture books Trucy had long outgrown. The tissue boxes hid themselves well within the crowd, making Phoenix’s heart sink slightly at the thought of being completely out of stock before he finally found them. There were three left including the one he now cradled in his arm. Knowing how quickly Miles went through them on high pollen count days, he took a mental note to buy some more before the week was up.
“Think you’re done yet, babe?” Phoenix gave a sympathetic smile, ignoring his ears burning from simply asking such a question. He took the liberty of opening the box ahead of time and pulled out a handful of three or four tissues to hand to Miles. Miles’s principle against wasting anything didn’t apply to tissues during allergy season, but usually by the time he was done with them, he had already made almost too much use of every nook and cranny.
“For dow, I thigk so.” Miles kept the tissues pressed against his face, leaving only his forehead with enough room for an onslaught of kisses from his husband. “You are dreadful with subtlety.”
“I never said I was trying to be subtle.” Phoenix finished with a final couple of kisses. “You look so miserable, you could use the affection.”
“Thed ared’t you lucky we have today off?” Miles smirked.
Oh, how Phoenix definitely was.
#whumptober#whumptober 2020#sickfic whumptober alt#sneezing#snez#snz#sneeze kink#mess#snez attorney#so much mess
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Whumptober Day 31: Halloween
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: [2001 Half] Gregory Edgeworth, Raymond Shields / [2021 Half] Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright
Notes: Two Halloweens, Two Defense Attorneys, Two Decades Apart. Last day so we’re going to town. Two whumps for the price of one! In the first half, you’ll find some Gregory content. For the second, you’ll see everyone’s favorite disbarred hobo dad. It really is Real DILF Hours this fine Halloween.
--October 31, 2001--
“Thank you again, Mrs. Wright. You kids have fun!” Gregory watched the group of trick-or-treaters go on their way. It felt almost like a dream to know his son was in that group, trick-or-treating with real friends. For past Halloweens, Gregory and Miles would stay in and read something together until deciding to watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown together before usually falling asleep on the couch. While he was more than proud of his son making friends, Gregory felt a little sad when his son told him he would be out.
It was only when Gregory woke up the morning before with a persistent tickle in his throat that he was actually grateful to be the only one at home for the holiday, for at least a few hours. For a moment, he assumed it was simply the doing of Fall allergies, and perhaps some of it was, but the steadily rising feeling of malaise started to tip him off. By the time he was seeing his son off with his group of friends, he was more than ready to turn in for the night at 6:30PM.
Gregory closed the door slowly so he could triple check that the group was traveling safely. Despite having kept a close eye out on his surroundings, he failed to notice a familiar face approaching his home. He thought he could easily resign himself to some cold medicine and an early night until he heard the turning of a doorknob.
“Miles? Is that you?” He called as far as his hoarse voice could reach.
“No, it’s me, Mr. Edgeworth!” Ray twirled a keychain around and bit into a chocolate bar. “You gave me your spare key, remember? When I helped you bring in that big bag of dog food? Or was it when you had shingles? I forget.”
“Neither.” Gregory shook his head. “I gave you the spare key that time you watched Miles when I had that date.”
“O-Oh, right. How did that go, by the way?”
“Not great. The movie was awful and she demanded a refund after it was over. I don’t think I’ll be going out with anyone on the PTA again.” Gregory coughed a few times in his elbow before noticing what Ray was eating. “Where did you get that?”
“From your candy bowl.”
“Did you take just one like the sign said?”
Ray shrugged as he pulled about four more chocolate bars from his coat pockets.
“You should really be handing out the candy to prevent this kind of miscommunication.”
“I’m coming down with a cold, so I think I’ll pass.” Gregory took Ray’s coat to hang on the coat rack, if only to prevent more candy smuggling. “I’m surprised you’re not trick-or-treating.”
“I wanted to spend time with you, Mr. Edgeworth. You said you’ll be staying inside alone this year.” Ray helped himself to the living room couch, pleased to greet the pomeranian lounging there. “Hey, Missile!” He made kissing faces at the pup. “I guess not too alone.”
“Don’t let him lick your face while you have chocolate all over.” Gregory called the dog over to him. “You can rinse your face in the bathroom, and could you bring me the cold medicine from the cabinet?”
“Of course, Mr. Edgeworth!”
“Thank you.” Gregory stole Ray’s spot on the couch and let Missile hop on his lap. Just sitting down was more rest than Gregory had let himself have all day. He looked up to watch Ray return from the bathroom, somehow having gotten his hands on a lollipop.
“How come you’re not using Coldkiller X?” Ray tossed the requested medicine into Gregory’s lap. “It’s been flying off the shelves since it came out; it’s a real hit.”
“I prefer my usual NyQuil. I’d rather sleep through my colds.”
“You do look like you could use some sleep, Mr. Edgeworth.” Ray wiggled the lollipop stick around in his mouth. “Also, I think it’s really cool you put candy all around your house for Halloween.”
“What do you mean?” Gregory furrowed his brow.
“These lollipops in your bathroom.” He pulled out the stick to reveal a purple teddy bear pop. “It kinda makes my mouth feel funny, though. I think I’m allergic to something in it.”
“Raymond, that’s--,” Gregory sighed and put his head in his hands, “medicated. It has an anesthetic in it.”
“Oh, huh.” Ray stared at the lollipop before offering it to Gregory. “Do you want it?”
“No, thank you.” Gregory found the offer to be both amusing and repulsive. “I think I’ll be fine just having some tea.” He ushered Missile to direct some affection towards Ray so he could stand up. “Do you want any?”
“Just water is fine.” Ray rubbed his tongue against his front teeth. “I don’t think anything else would taste good right now.”
“At least that means you won’t be stealing any more candy.” Gregory chuckled as he proceeded to start the stove under the kettle. “I also shouldn’t have to tell you that you shouldn’t be eating things from a medicine cabinet.”
“Got it. ‘Don’t eat candy from the medicine cabinet.’” Ray read aloud from his notepad before eating the page he just wrote on.
“I feel like I should be concerned that you needed to write that down.” To say nothing of Ray’s paper eating habit, which Gregory stopped questioning after six months into Ray working part-time at the firm. He wanted to say Ray had matured since he had hired him, but it was likely more familiarity with his antics than anything. “Do you want any ice in your water?” Gregory opened the refrigerator door and leaned forward, reaching for the pitcher of water.
“No, that’s fine.” Ray answered, not looking away from Missile, who was staring at him with wide eyes. “Who’s a good boy?”
“I’d like to think I am.” Gregory laughed before standing upright again. Having his head at any angle outside of a very specific range when he had a cold always gave him a head-rush. “AE’SSHHOOUH! Eh’KXNT...chooh” He stifled the second one so Ray wouldn’t say anything about trying to scare him. With it being Halloween, the potential for comments like that was abundant.
“Bless you, Mr. Edgeworth.” In truth, Ray was hardly paying enough attention to really say anything; he was too busy scratching behind Missile’s ears. “You’re such a cool dad, keeping this cutie.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever been called ‘cool’ before, at least not sincerely.” Gregory tugged a tissue from the box on the kitchen counter and gently held it under his nose.
“R-Really? Not even about all your Star Wars stuff?”
“That stuff is exactly--,” Gregory used the tissue to muffle some coughs, “exactly what made me not cool. I only had one friend in high school, and that was Miles’s mother.” He always felt some pain in his chest bringing her up, but he was too caught up in the memory to stop himself. “She was homeschooled before she transferred, so she didn’t really care if I was ‘cool’ or not.” He dropped the tissue into the trash bin before he opened a cupboard and grabbed two plain blue mugs. Cold water in a mug wasn’t a faux pas, was it?
“Are you feverish enough to finally tell me about her?”
“This cold’s only just started, so no.” Gregory shut off the stove once he saw the steam leaving the kettle. As nice as it would be to have savored that, he didn’t want to keep Ray waiting for his water. “But I guess I can’t avoid talking about Marie forever.” He coated his own mug’s base with honey before topping it with a tea bag. He had no idea exactly what kind of tea it was; he only bought the types his son wrote on the grocery list in skillful handwriting absolutely not inherited from Gregory.
Naturally, when Gregory returned to the living room with both beverages, Ray had reclaimed the seat he had rightfully stolen. He set Ray’s drink on the coffee table in front of the sofa before finding himself a new seat next to him.
“So, what was she like?” Ray took a long sip of his water, hoping to wash out the anesthetic.
“Well, for starters, she was my best friend for over ten years.” Gregory moved the tea bag up and down by the string. “She transferred to my high school just after her parents separated. She moved with her dad all the way from the middle of nowhere, so we were both in the same ‘no friends’ boat.”
“Did you two realize the one you loved was right in front of you? Like in a movie?”
“Ah,” Gregory didn’t look up from his mug, “just one of us did. She didn’t feel the same way about me.”
“B-But you guys had a kid together! There had to be something there.” Ray’s jaw dropped when he saw Gregory shake his head.
“I only realized I loved her after we, uh,” Gregory coughed awkwardly, “you know. I told her and that just ruined everything we had. The last time I saw her before she died was the day she dropped off Miles.”
“Oh, huh.” Ray felt himself tearing up. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not that much of a tearjerker, I promise. I have a son I couldn’t be more proud of. I wouldn’t trade him for the world, even if it meant having Marie in my life for a few extra years.”
“Wha?’ Ray wiped some tears from his eyes. “I’m not that sad. I just, uh, lost an eyelash. Let me find it so I can make a wish.” He grabbed a tissue from the box on the coffee table to pretend he was searching for that ‘eyelash.’
“Hey, it’s definitely not the time to waste those.” Gregory scolded in jest before taking his own tissue for actual use. “E’kXTT… chuh.” That particular stifle made his head pound.
“It’s Halloween, Mr. Edgeworth. It’s okay if you startle me.” Of course. Why did Gregory think he could get away so easily? “I don’t know how you can hold those in. It was pretty impressive when you did ten of those last month.”
“I wasd’t about to let you bake jokes for the rest of your shift.” Gregory blew his nose forcefully, displeased at the amount of time it took to really feel any benefit.
“To think I just called you cool.” Ray teased. “I still think you’re cool, though. You made your son’s costume, didn’t you? Signal Red?”
“Indeed I did.” Gregory nodded. He figured his drink had cooled enough to chase down the cold medicine Ray retrieved earlier. “I stayed up all night making it.” He cleared his throat and made a face in reaction to the unfavorable taste of the medicated liquid. “Two nights, actually.”
“No wonder you’re sick. You work too hard and never sleep.” So was that why Ray seemed immune to colds?
“Once this kicks in, I’ll be sleeping like the dead.” Gregory leaned back. “You can watch TV if you want. Take the remote or a VHS.”
“Woah, really?” Ray made himself at home in front of the VHS shelves with Missile following behind him. “You wanna help me pick out a movie, boy?”
“Just not any movies about a dog. Otherwise, he’ll bark at the screen.”
“Aw, that’s cute! Let’s watch Air Bud, then.”
Thank god for NyQuil.
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--October 31, 2021--
Phoenix was woken up by the sound of footsteps on the entryway’s tile floor accompanied by the excited listing of various candies. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to take a look at the wall clock. 9:30PM. Miles and Trucy returned an hour late, but it sounded like they had a good time.
“Daddy! We got so much candy! Are you feeling better? Papa Miles said you should eat something healthy, but I won’t tell!” It was as if Trucy didn’t even need to stop to breathe while speaking.
“Trucy, your father needs to rest.” Miles, who had at least stopped to leave his coat on the rack, needed to catch his breath. “Sorry to wake you, love. I hope you got some sleep since we left.”
“I slept great, yeah. Did you two have a good tibe?” Phoenix looked up at Miles with glassy eyes and a tired smile.
“We had a wonderful time, but we missed you. It’s a shame you were too sick to come with us.” Miles glanced at the empty bowl and mug on the coffee table. “So you finally ate something?”
“Does that mean Daddy can have some of our candy now?” Trucy lifted her heavy pumpkin shaped basket. “He ate something healthy!”
“Not tonight, I don’t think. Why don’t you change into your pajamas and get ready for bed?” Miles pointed at his watch. “We already came home late.”
“Aw, okay.” Trucy pouted and dragged her feet walking to her bedroom.
Phoenix watched her leave and then frowned at Miles.
“What’s that look for?”
“You’re doh fud.” Phoenix sniffled.
“You were the one who wanted me to be more authoritative with her.” Miles was right; every time Trucy wanted something, she would go straight to him if she thought Phoenix would say no. Phoenix found it funny at first, but it got out of hand when Miles rented some ponies for Trucy’s previous birthday, ponies that needed to be cleaned up after. “It’s a school night.”
“I dod’t thigk she’d be up too late just shari’g a couple chocolates.” Phoenix reasoned. The couch made a squeak as he turned on his side.
“Do you think you could even taste them with you being that congested?” Miles peered into the tissue box on the coffee table, finding it empty. He wasn’t pleased to hear Phoenix blowing his nose into a tissue he had definitely used before.
“Aa’SCHOOUuh! HT’TCHUUUh! Ah, dabbit.” Phoenix cursed at his effort to clear his nose being undone so quickly. “I guess I should just go to sleep.”
“That’s a good idea.” Miles kissed Phoenix’s warm cheek. “Are you coming to bed or staying on the couch for the night?”
“It’s probably a better idea to sleep here.” Phoenix blew his nose again in the crumpled tissue that left the skin it touched sore and red. “You have a trial this week, right? I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I’ve already accepted that as inevitable.” Miles picked up the living room waste basket to dispose of the tissues that had accumulated on the couch while he was out. “Though I can’t blame you for staying here if you intend on sleeping under more used tissues.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve been out since about an hour after you and Trucy left for trick-or-treating.”
Miles winced as he pictured just how many times his boyfriend had reused tissues while he was gone. No wonder his nose was so red Miles could think of a few costumes it would enhance.
“I’ll take another box from the hall closet for you. Do you want something to drink? I could heat up some apple cider so you can feel festive.”
“That would be great.”
Miles gave Phoenix another light kiss before heading to the kitchen. He took mental notes of what counters would need cleaning in the morning, particularly where it was undeniable that Phoenix tried refilling his own tea but was too out of it to keep the mug steady. As much as Miles wanted to spend the rest of the night personalizing Phoenix’s cider, it was getting late and Phoenix had no objections to just heating a mug in the microwave.
While the microwave was doing its job, Miles made a trip to the hall closet to deliver a fresh tissue box to Phoenix.
“I hope this lasts until morning.” Miles tore off the cardboard covering the opening. “Maybe you could take something so you can sleep easier and use less of these?”
“Yes, please.” Phoenix coughed with his fist pressing against his mouth.
The microwave beeped just as Miles went to retrieve the mug. On his way back, he made a stop at the bathroom to pick up a pack of NyQuil capsules. He blew lightly over the steaming mug to cool it off a little before he brought the drink and medicine to his boyfriend.
“Here you go, love. Let me know if it’s too hot or not hot enough.”
Phoenix popped out two capsules and washed them down with a large drink of cider. It burned his throat a little, making him tear up, but at least that part was done and over with. It was better than taking the medicine as a liquid, that was for sure.
“Thanks so much, hon. I can’t wait to get some sleep.”
“I’m looking forward to you getting some sleep as well.” Miles picked up the empty bowl and mug from the coffee table so there was only the mug of cider to worry about. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“G’night.”
Miles washed the dishes thoroughly but quickly enough for him to turn in at a reasonable time. He kept silent as he stopped to watch Phoenix finding a comfortable position to sleep in and stayed still for a while in case Phoenix needed anything.
With a quiet yawn, Miles began his trip through the hall, only to stop suddenly with a hitch of his breath.
“Hh’sshhooh!” He sniffed. “Oh, of course.”
#whumptober#whumptober 2020#sickfic whumptober alt#sneezing#snez#snz#sneeze kink#snez attorney#thanks for putting up with me this month
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Whumptober Day 18: Cold
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
Notes: Back on the established married!Wrightworth train. Choo choo! Miles and Phoenix have been married for a few years and have found solutions to just about every debate they’ve had at home: “Does pineapple belong on pizza?” “Whose turn is it to do the dishes?” “Is that a ladder or a stepladder?” One thing they cannot find common ground on, however, is the age old “can you actually catch a cold from being cold?”
“I knew you would get sick.” Phoenix wiped off the tip of the thermometer with his shirt. For several days now, he had warned Miles to put on more than just a coat before his walks with Pess. The large fluffy dog had her fur coat to keep her plenty warm from the elements, but for a mere human like Miles, hats and scarves were a must. Every time Phoenix warned him, however, Miles dismissed him as telling ‘Old Wives Tales.’ “You keep forgetting your hat.”
“That’s not how it works.” Miles frowned, dropping yet another used tissue into the wastebasket next to his side of the bed. “I feel like we go over this every year. It’s merely cold and flu season; nothing to do with being out in the elements.”
“And why do you think it’s in winter? You know, when it’s cold?”
Miles grumbled something inaudible and pulled the comforter over his head. This subject always seemed to come up every year when, purely coincidentally, either one of the two married lawyers caught a cold following being out in inclement weather. This wasn’t a cut and dry courtroom debate, this was a case that seemed to be appealed for a retrial on a regular basis, much like whenever they lost track of whose turn it was to do the dishes.
“It’s only easier to catch a cold when it’s cold out.” Miles poked his head out from under the blanket, his flushed cheeks being more apparent over his otherwise pale face. “Not to mention you should try setting aside time to put on a hat after someone said W-A-L-K around Pess.”
“But she’s so cute when she gets excited!” Phoenix spoiled Pess much like Miles spoiled Trucy. There were more times than the couple could count where Pess would deploy the appropriately named puppy-dog eyes and Phoenix would be the one to give her what she wants. “She does that happy little panting thing.”
“Which means-” Miles coughed roughly into his fist, “when we’re out, I’m likely to fall over from her pulling the leash. Her parents were bred for sledding, after all.” He wouldn’t admit it, but he did feel a touch of jealousy that his dog seemed to be more fond of his husband because of how much he enabled her. Pess was already a spoiled princess before Phoenix and Miles started living together, but Miles liked to think he was at least reasonable in spoiling her. “You could always walk her, you know.”
“I do.”
“In Spring when the weather is generally pleasant. If you walked her this month,” Miles could feel his nose running again and pressed a fresh tissue to his face, “you could figure out for yourself that you can’t actually get sick from being cold.”
“What about when I fell into Eagle River?” Phoenix always played this card, much to Miles’s annoyance. “You saw me at the hospital and everything.”
“You could have- hh… Hold on--! Huursssh’UH!” Miles sniffled before blowing his nose, making an unpleasant squeak-like noise he was not at all happy to have grown familiar with. “You could have easily contracted it before your fall.” Lowering his hand away from his face revealed his nose to be an even more prevalent red.
“So where did you get that nasty cold from, then?” Phoenix hummed, climbing onto his own side of the bed next to Miles. “You scheduled vacation time for the holidays, so it’s not like you’ve been at work with a lot of people.”
“How would I know?” Miles lowered his head onto his pillow, instinctively shuffling closer to his husband. “I’m not sure if you missed the part where I burned your breakfast this morning, but I’m not exactly--” he started coughing again, earning himself a sympathetic kiss on the forehead.
“Take it easy, babe.” Phoenix sighed. “It doesn’t really matter how you got sick now, does it?” He held Miles’s hand and kissed his index finger. “What you really need now is some sleep. I can’t believe how late you’ve been staying up, even though you don’t need to go to work.”
“I can’t let myself fall behind.” Despite how believable that claim was, Miles’s late nights during his time off typically involved intense discussions on the Steel Samurai forums, but the last thing he needed on top of a cold was Phoenix fussing over him straining his eyes. He wondered how he managed to lose the title of most fretful over his family’s health to Phoenix, a man whose career seemed to grow more dangerous with every new client.
“You said you would take better care of yourself.” Phoenix pouted. “Going out in the cold, staying up so late. If you weren’t so insistent that you can’t get sick from those things, I’d think you were trying to get sick so I could take care of you.”
“Make you fuss over me on purpose? Hh… Highhh…” Miles ducked his head to sneeze, “Hurrh’SCHOOOH!” He sniffled wetly. “Highly unlikely.”
“I see how you smile when I bring you tea.” Phoenix joked.
“I’d do that even when I’m healthy.” Miles closed his eyes, smiling.
“Then remind me to make you some when you’re feeling better.”
Miles only responded with a snore. Phoenix was always impressed by how quickly he fell asleep, but that was probably because he was always keeping his body waiting until the last minute to get some much needed rest.
Phoenix planted another kiss on his husband’s cheek so he could get up and change into some proper clothes for bed. Sure, it was two in the afternoon, but was there anything better than taking a midday nap with the man he loved?
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Whumptober Day 17: Dizzy
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice
Notes: Every so often, things that lost popularity back in the day end up returning and taking the world by storm once again. The Gavinners’ merchandise is no exception to that rule, but Klavier wishes anything else came back instead.
Klavier Gavin had questions. Correction: he had a lot of questions. Most of said questions were to be directed at the corporation holding rights to The Gavinners’ merchandise, and in a very disapproving tone at that. Why was he not informed of the band’s sudden burst of popularity years after having broken up? What even sparked this unexpected revival? Most importantly, why did this revival involve the re-release of probably the worst promotional product in the band’s history: the Guilty Love fragrance collection?
The fragrance collection was incredibly easy to recognize due to its selection of unique scents that seemed to be based on things that had no possible reference on Earth. It was like the manufacturers traveled to space and sniffed Neptune, or worse, Uranus and thought that made a fine scent for a cologne or perfume. Despite its distinguished qualities, Klavier didn’t even need to get a whiff of the scent to know just what was the most popular scent among the courtroom gallery. The moment he opened the door, he could feel his eyes burning. Wasn’t there some kind of policy against his fans watching his trials? There ought to be.
He had to put up with this for an hour, casually putting his hand on his face to pretend he was thinking when in reality he was hiding the fact his nose was running profusely. By the time the judge called for a recess, Klavier had no interest in getting a Guilty verdict for Jay Walker. He couldn’t even remember what the charges were. Around the halfway point of the trial’s first half, he gave up and just let Herr Forehead say whatever he wanted so this could be done and over with.
When Klavier finally left the courtroom, he couldn’t even enjoy the freedom as the excess fumes hovered over him in the halls. The worst part of the reaction was upon him, dizziness that made it hard to navigate the building. The first run of the fragrance collection was bad enough, but at least concerts could be scheduled at outdoor venues. Outdoor trials? Not exactly something that was done. He ran his hands against the walls to keep himself on his feet until he could find an escape.
The courthouse men’s restroom was a safe haven for him, thanks to gallery members being prohibited from entry. Once the room stopped spinning, he could comfortably stay there for the rest of the recess and maybe even find an excuse to leave early. He took a deep breath through his mouth, grabbed a paper towel, and let himself clear those awful chemicals from his system.
“Eehk’kcheuh!” That was a start. “Ih’kksssheuh! K’ktTCHEUH!” That last one echoed off the tiled walls.
“I’ll just be a minute.”
Klavier heard a voice from behind the door. There was a hoarse quality to it, like how Apollo sounded after shouting too much in court, which was just about all the time now that Klavier thought about it. Maybe, if it was him, it might have been a bad idea to let him speak for about a half hour straight.
Klavier ran one of the sinks and splashed some water on his face. It wasn’t like he would be horribly embarrassed if someone saw him dripping as much as he was earlier, but he couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to see him like that for even a second. As a bonus, it looked like he was actually in the bathroom doing something other than standing around and breathing.
“Gavin?” Had Klavier still been watching the door, he would have recognized Apollo’s face as the defense attorney joined him at the sinks.
“Deed sobethig, Herr Forehead?” Klavier turned away to blow his nose in a new paper towel. “Excuse me.”
“Are you feeling sick?” Apollo cleared his throat, sharing the quality of an old car Klavier heard occasionally in the prosecutors’ parking lot, just with less pleading to be put out of misery. “You don’t sound great.”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Oh, nah.” Apollo shook his head. “Just from running my mouth at the trial today. That, and some kind of awful smell has been bugging my throat.”
Oh thank God, Klavier wasn’t the only person it bothered. Maybe if enough people were affected, he could finally petition for a recall like he wanted to years ago.
“I told them it was no good.” Klavier muttered to himself. “But to your question, nein. Some people with the rights to Gavinners merchandise decided to restock the old fragrance collection.”
“Because of that meme, right?”
“What meme?”
Apollo dug in his pocket for his smartphone to show Klavier an image of Daryan stroking his unusual hairstyle, with captions that would make Klavier’s poor grandmother faint.
“So,” Klavier lifted his arm to cover an oncoming sneeze, “Ei’kktchEUH! All this,” he gestured to his irritated eyes and nose, “because of a picture of Herr Amateur playing with his hair.”
“Yeah, I think it’s pretty stupid.” Apollo slid the phone back in his pocket. “So that’s what the smell was? What is it supposed to smell like? Some kind of flower?”
“When they pitched it to us, after the release might I add, they said it was based on ‘guilt.’” Klavier wasn’t sure if it was the lightheadedness or just him saying the pitch aloud, but what he just said sounded even more ridiculous than it did inside his head.
“‘Guilt?’” Apollo pressed a finger to his forehead, just as perplexed as Klavier was when he heard it. “The concept of guilt? Something intangible?”
“Ja.” Klavier nodded with a shrug. He gave up trying to understand the pitch after just a week post-launch.
“You know what?” Apollo sighed in resignation. “Why don’t we just ask the judge to call it a day?” He was going to be up all night trying to understand what guilt could smell like, wasn’t he?
“There is nothing I’d rather do right now. Just let the room stop spinning first.”
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Whumptober Day 11: Thermometer
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Trucy Wright
Notes: More married!Wrightworth coming up! Happy birthday to Phoenix Wright. Phoenix and Miles just had a romantic night out. Something doesn’t seem quite right. Sick!Miles is a good birthday gift, right? Lots of family fluff in here.
Dinner was to die for. Miles always had exquisite taste in fine dining and spared no expense when eating out, but he truly went above and beyond for Phoenix’s birthday dinner. Phoenix found it puzzling when his husband ordered hardly anything for himself, but Miles insisted it was because it was Phoenix’s day and he was the one to be spoiled. Then there was the moon viewing at the park, a lovely sight the two shared every year provided the weather was good. Occasionally, Miles cleared his throat, distracting Phoenix, and each time he gave the same instruction to just enjoy the night sky.
“Thank you so much for tonight, Miles.” Phoenix was stopped when he attempted to open the front door. Miles was not about to let the most important man of the day open the door. “Aw, you’re a real gentleman today, aren’t you?”
“I try to be one everyday.” Miles smiled as he took off his husband’s coat and hung it up on the coat tree by the door, following with his own coat. He checked his watch; it was only a quarter after nine, but his fatigue felt like it was well past midnight. Just another part of aging, he supposed. He cleared his throat and made a small frown at the soreness that caused.
“Do you need something?” Phoenix assumed Miles was just trying to get his attention. “Oh, right. Trucy said she had something planned for when we got home, didn’t she?”
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about us maybe turning in for-”
“Did you have a nice birthday dinner, Daddy?” Trucy peeked out from her bedroom, unaware she had just interrupted her stepfather. “Papa asked me to help pick out the restaurant, but I’ve never been to any of the ones on his list, so I had to make a guess.” She grinned before finally joining her dads in the living area.
“It was wonderful.” Phoenix nodded before he decided to show his thanks with a kiss on Miles’s forehead. “Hmm…” His smile faded.
“What’s wrong? Do you think you ate too much?” Miles’s confusion seemed to make Phoenix look more concerned.
“You have a fever.”
“Not this again.” Miles sighed. “You can’t tell if someone has a fever by simply kissing their forehead.”
“Um, yes I can.” Phoenix looked just about as confident as he did when he had a witness cornered in the courtroom. “You can ask my mom.”
“I’m not going to ask your mother anything, especially not about this nonsense.” Miles objected. “I would hardly consider a testimony from her as evidence, anyway.”
“Does Papa want us to grab the Math Test Detector?” Trucy asked, holding her hand to her chin.
“The what?” Miles raised a brow.
“It’s been a long time since we called it that, huh?” Phoenix chuckled.
“The what?” Miles repeated himself.
“Oh, it’s just what we used to call a thermometer.” Phoenix answered as if everyone called it that and Miles was simply out of the loop.
“May I ask why?”
“Because someone was smart enough to cheat the kiss test so she’d miss a big math test on more than one occasion.” Phoenix glanced at Trucy, who responded with a playful raspberry.
“That’s exactly why your ‘test’ doesn’t work.” Miles’s voice cracked from the strain on his already sore throat.
“It works, especially when you’re not a high schooler who didn’t study for an algebra exam.”
At that moment, Miles was hit with a tidal wave of malaise. The mild symptoms that brought him some discomfort earlier in the day had somehow escalated greatly at a speed he never thought possible. The surprise at this development alone was enough to have him oblivious to the fact Trucy had already gone and retrieved the thermometer from the bathroom medicine cabinet during the time Miles spent trying to do the math for just how long he had been under the weather.
“Papa, Daddy can’t take your temperature with your mouth closed.” Trucy scolded him lightly before he finally complied and allowed Phoenix to take his temperature. “That’s better.”
“Keep it under your tongue, now. Can’t have it just wiggling around in your mouth.” Phoenix instructed as he gently brushed Miles’s cheek with his hand, concerned about the heat he was radiating. He kissed his husband’s forehead again. Sure enough, Miles was even warmer than just a minute ago.
*beep* *beep*
Miles wasn’t even interested in insisting he felt fine at this point. Had this happened before he felt so awful, sure, he might have fought off his family’s concern, but right now he just really wanted to go to bed.
“102.4.” Phoenix recited, sounding disappointed with the number despite already making a similar estimate. “You got your ‘real’ thermometer, now. Are you ready to get some rest?” He looked up at Trucy with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Trucy. I’m gonna take Papa to bed. Do you think we can postpone your surprise until tomorrow?”
“That’s fine.” Trucy nodded. “Feel better soon, Papa!” She wished him well as she watched her fathers make their way to the master bedroom. With the rest of the night open, she opted to watch TV with the volume on low so she wouldn’t disturb Miles.
“So how long have you been feeling sick, babe?” Phoenix tucked Miles in on his side of the bed with a sympathetic sigh through his nose.
“My throat has been hurting since this afternoon, but I only just started feeling genuinely unwell after we got home.” Miles entered an extended coughing fit, hurting his chest before he was done. “It came on pretty fast.”
“I can see that. You were a little pale this evening, but now,” Phoenix brushed a few hairs off his husband’s forehead, “you look like you’re at death’s door.”
“I feel like he’s already greeted me and invited me in for tea.” Miles laughed weakly, cut off by a quick inhale. “Hhh’ssSSHHooh!” He sniffled. “That’s him telling me tea’s ready.”
“You really are sick, joking around like that.” Phoenix teased. “How about I make you some tea for real?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you.”
“The usual honey and lemon?” Phoenix stood up to make his way to the kitchen.
“Yes, please.” Miles nodded, but his appreciative smile faded. “I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for feeling sick.” Phoenix stopped in his tracks, turning around to face his husband.
“No. You shouldn’t be on your feet making me tea. I should be doing something for you. It’s your birthday.”
“And you have a fever.” Phoenix added. “It cancels out.”
“I don’t think it works that way.” Miles startled Phoenix with another intense fit of coughing. “You need to,” nope, he wasn’t done coughing just yet, “promise me I can spoil you twice as much when I’ve recovered.” He needed to catch his breath.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Phoenix faced the door again, occasionally looking back to see if Miles was going to start coughing again. “Just work on getting better.”
As Miles watched his husband leave the room, he let himself sigh in mild disappointment. The one thing that could possibly make being ill worth suffering through was the assumption Phoenix would find him incredibly attractive in this condition. Curse the man for being so considerate. He watched the room begin to swerve, resigning himself to what he hypothesized would be at least a week in bed before he could finally give Phoenix the birthday doting he deserved.
‘At least he said I’m hot in a literal sense.’
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Whumptober Day 30: Mono
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Apollo Justice, Klavier Gavin, Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright
Notes: Ah, yes. The “kissing disease.” That’s at least how Apollo got it. He’s particularly not at all happy about it being from his first kiss while dating Klavier. They’re both couch-ridden at the Wright Anything Agency, acting as guinea pigs for the new Keurig. Early Klapollo, inspired by that “1 year vs 10 years experience” Wrightworth and Klapollo art I thought was really cute. No trips to Didney Wurl or sno-cones though.
“I hate you.”
“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your boyfriend, liebchen.” Klavier teased with a waggle of his finger directed towards Apollo on the couch across from him. “If you hate me so much, why are you letting me stay in your office?”
“It wasn’t my idea.” Apollo frowned and shot an accusatory look at Trucy, who was fiddling around with the office Keurig. “I would’ve rather stayed home by myself. I also would’ve rather you didn’t drink random water bottles you find around the courthouse.”
“Oh, that’s a real nasty habit.” Phoenix couldn’t help but comment. His eyes were focused on Trucy’s demonstrations on how to use the new brewing device, but he was in enough earshot to overhear the conversation. “I did theatre back in the day and I am one hundred percent guilty of water bottle hopping.”
“I suppose that makes me transferring schools a blessing in disguise.” Miles smirked. As the tea expert of his family, he was the first to try a cup before entrusting a couple brews for Apollo and Klavier. “This is awful,” was his verdict. “If I drank this while ill, I would feel much worse.”
“Sorry, Polly!” Trucy called to him. “Tea’s taking a little longer. Papa’s gonna make something better for you!”
“It’s like you have your own little family here.” Klavier smiled. The Wright Anything Agency was an experience unlike any office he had visited. Sure, since Herr Edgeworth was his boss, members of the agency would frequently visit the prosecutors’ offices for both work and personal purposes, but that homey quality could only be found right here. “If I had to work while sick, I would definitely do it here.”
“But you two are absolutely not working in this condition.” Miles said firmly. “You know Wright and I will not allow that.”
“We wouldn’t be in this condition if someone didn’t drink whatever water bottles he could find lying around.” Apollo couldn’t help but make a small gag recalling just how Klavier got him into this. “I love you, but that’s really gross.”
“So you don’t hate me.” Klavier snickered. “Isn’t it better we share this experience together? Mono is the ‘kissing disease,’ so it’s a little romantic, ja?”
“No, it’s not.” Apollo grumbled and pulled his blanket over his face. “I’m miserable and I’m mad at you.”
“You’re going to have to get used to that.” Phoenix laughed as he leaned against the wall. “Unless you two are going to live in separate bubbles, you’ll be getting each other sick a lot.”
“Especially when you can’t keep your hands off me, Herr Forehead.”
Apollo peeked over the blanket just long enough to catch Klavier winking at him, to which he responded by hiding under the blanket again.
“‘Can’t keep your hands off?’ Hm,” Miles approached the coffee table with his improved teas, “that sounds like someone I know.” He chuckled and shot a glance at Phoenix. “Sorry you’ll be drinking from styrofoam cups, by the way. There aren’t any mugs around the office.”
“That’s probably for the best.” Klavier sat upright to securely hold his cup. “Wouldn’t want to get anyone else sick.”
Apollo grumbled something incoherent from under his blanket until he found himself overheated and needing some fresh air. He sat up and grabbed his own cup, not making any eye contact with Klavier.
“Polly, you’re looking more flushed!” Trucy observed, deciding to lean over the back of Klavier’s designated couch with her elbows resting on the top. “How’s your fever?”
“Not great, last time I checked.” Apollo looked at the thermometer sharing an end table with a lamp; he was unwilling to make the effort of standing up just so he could subject himself to a number he already knew would be in the triple digits. He took a drink of his tea, further postponing any temperature checks. “This is really good! You put honey in this, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“I always do.” Miles smiled when he saw Phoenix vouching for him with a nod. “It should help soothe your throat.”
“Oh yeah, I lived on honey when I had mono in college.” Phoenix recalled. “I was in the art department’s performance of Hamlet, so if I was going to speak I needed to not feel horrible.”
“Why didn’t you just stay home?” Miles pinched the bridge of his nose. He probably already knew the answer, since had already heard the story before, but he was still left wondering why.
“You don’t just ‘stay home’ when you’re the only freshman cast in a university production of Hamlet. That’s too big of a deal.”
“I’m taking your habit of drinking others’ water bottles got most of your cast-mates sick, too?” Miles teased.
“Did you hear this story before?” Phoenix planted a kiss on Miles’s cheek.
“How can you two just do that?” Apollo hid his look of shock by taking another drink of tea. “Just kiss in front of everyone like that?”
“They’re dads. They’re supposed to be embarrassing.” Trucy giggled.
“I have no arguments against that.” Miles made his way to one of the office supply closets and grabbed a few spare blankets. “That, and we’ve been together for years.” He distributed the blankets evenly and draped them over the ill lawyers.
“I don’t think I want Herr Forehead to ever stop getting so flustered.” Klavier adjusted the new blankets to his liking.
“Oh, it definitely doesn’t stop completely.” Phoenix assured. “As time passes, you’ll learn all the right buttons.” He gestured for Apollo, if he was willing, and Klavier to look at him, as if to say ‘watch this.’ He leaned over on Miles’s shoulder. “Your nose is whistling again, hon.”
As Phoenix figured, Miles started looking a little pink; it became even more so once Phoenix gave said nose a light boop.
“A-Alright, you’ve reassured them.” Miles hid his mouth behind his left hand. “Perhaps we should let them rest.” It was clear to Phoenix that Miles was changing the subject to retain an ounce of his composure.
“That’s a good idea.” Phoenix turned off the office lights. “Come on, Trucy. Let’s leave our patients be for a while.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Trucy lowered her voice to give Klavier and Apollo a head start on some much needed quiet. “Feel better soon.”
The three left the room, likely discussing their destination for lunch as soon as they closed the door. Apollo surveyed the office until he was sure the coast was clear. He wrapped his achy self with one of his blankets and stood up so he could approach Klavier and plant a swift peck on the cheek.
“A kiss goodnight?” Klavier raised a brow.
“Yeah.” Apollo lost his energy from standing as quickly as it took for him to stand up. He dropped himself back on his designated couch. “You wanted ‘romantic,’ right?”
“I think just us resting in the same office across from each other is already perfect.” Klavier closed his eyes, more than ready for some sleep. “Gute nacht, liebchen.”
“Good night.”
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Whumptober Day 7: Break
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright
Notes: Sort of a continuation of “Autumn,” allergic!Phoenix drives Miles up the wall, Miles just wants his boyfriend to come inside and take better care of himself, things go badly, I thought there was gonna be no feels today but oops
Not this again. Miles pinched the bridge of his nose with a disappointed sigh. Phoenix was raking those damn leaves again and, to make things worse, completely unmedicated. Miles knew his boyfriend needed to feel somehow productive after being disbarred, but he preferred if it was something that didn’t involve Miles having to watch the man have an allergy attack through the window and then come in as if nothing happened. He was hopeless.
Phoenix had been out there for at least a half hour now and hardly made any progress with his first leaf pile. Every time Miles attempted to shoot him a glare that said ‘get inside, now’ Phoenix was too busy violently sneezing to even see what was going on behind the glass door.
“Oh, for f-” No, No. Trucy was in the kitchen, doing her homework. Profanity was not permitted here. “For heaven’s sake!” Miles settled on before tugging the door open with a huff. That was better. “Phoenix! This has gone on long enough. Get inside.”
“I just barely started!” Phoenix wiped his nose with a gloved hand. “How ca’d adyode jubp id this? It’s pitiful!” He gestured at the tiny pile of leaves that was almost indistinguishable from the scattered leaves that fell into a natural position.
“Do you even hear yourself? If anything’s pitiful here, it’s you.” Miles could have been more patient and tactful, yes, but someone needed to shape Phoenix back up after hitting rock bottom. God help him if Phoenix’s fondness for grape juice was placed somewhere far less harmless. “I cannot allow such self destructive behavior to continue in my home.”
“Aa’SCHUuh! H’T’TCHUUH!! T’SHCHUUH!! It’s yard work! A’ashhchHUUUH!! What’s self destructive about that?”
“You’re really asking me that.” Miles shook his head. "I know you've been looking forward to making leaf piles for Trucy, but please just come inside."
“I’b fi-hhh… Fi… Hh’SSHTCHUUUH! Fide. I’ve lasted years of this.”
“Those ‘years’ were spent living in an apartment without a yard to rake in. That hardly counts.”
“I just wadt to do this ode thihg.” Phoenix started to cough, startling Miles. It wasn’t long before the coughing turned into wheezing, prompting Miles to pull him closer into a frantic embrace.
“You’re coming inside. Now.” Miles hid his panic behind the firm command. Phoenix was difficult to drag to the door by himself, but at least he was in no shape to verbally object. “We’re getting you cleaned up and in fresh clothes.”
“I guess,” another wheeze, “I could use a break.”
“This isn’t a break, love. You’re stopping this.” Miles escorted Phoenix inside. “If you’re still having trouble breathing after you’re cleaned up, I’m taking you to a doctor.”
“Papa Miles?” Trucy peeked out the kitchen doorway. “Is Daddy okay?”
“Yeah, I-”
“Not right now, he isn't.” Miles interrupted before Phoenix could blatantly lie to his daughter. “We’ll have to see after your father gets cleaned up.” Miles pretended he didn’t see Phoenix scowl at him as he ushered him to the bathroom.
The coughing thankfully subsided just as Miles ran a washcloth under the sink faucet running warm water. If it kept going at full force, he could never do a good enough job cleaning up his boyfriend’s face.
“... Sorry.” Phoenix came to his senses at last, deciding he could prove his point by finally blowing his nose into a tissue from the bathroom’s supply. “I just thought it would be something fun for Trucy to do.” He explained between Miles’s swiping the damp washcloth along his face. “She said it was something she did with her, y’know, real dad. They’d rake up a big pile of leaves and jump in them until it was dark.”
“So you wanted to keep that tradition going?” Maybe Miles should have asked him why he was doing this at the start, but now it was too late and the guilt sank in his stomach.
“Yeah. She’d be pretty disappointed if I didn’t.”
“Who said that?”
“Uh,” Phoenix lowered his head, “no one, really. I just… thought she would.”
“Didn’t you notice when we came in?” Miles set down the washcloth and prepared a disposable cup of water. “She didn’t ask anything about the leaves, did she?” He grabbed the bottle of antihistamines from the medicine cabinet and gently shook out a pill. “She asked if you were okay.”
“She did, didn’t she?” Phoenix was hesitant to comply with what was probably going to turn into a routine for the rest of the Fall. He never cared much for swallowing something so large whole. “I feel pretty bad.”
“Are you having trouble breathing again?” Miles straightened his posture, ready to take a trip to the emergency room if he had to.
“No. I mean, I probably scared her. She’s been through so much already.”
“Oh thank god.” Miles whispered. Not like he was happy to see Phoenix feeling guilty, even though he was horribly careless, but it was better than needing to take him to the hospital. “I feel a bit bad about this myself. I shouldn’t have been so short with you.”
“You were right to be, Miles. I was being stupid.”
“No, not ‘stupid.’ Careless, yes, but you had good intentions.” Miles assured him with a kiss on the cheek. “I think we all just need a breather, in more ways than one. A break of sorts, from anything dangerous.”
“You say that like I’m always doing something dangerous.” Phoenix backed down after Miles shot him a look implying yes, he really was always getting into dangerous situations. “Okay, okay. I see what you mean.”
“Glad you do.” Miles finally relaxed his shoulders. “Can you start the shower yourself? I’m going to run your clothes in the drier so they’re ready once you’re done.”
“Yeah, I can. The steam should be good, too, right?”
“It usually is. I’ll have hot chocolate ready when you’re out, too.”
All this trouble Miles went through just for him. It was flattering but such a new phenomenon it was almost embarrassing. Countless times Phoenix sent him through the ringer with worry and assuming the worst, and just as many times Miles stepped up and pulled him out from rock bottom. Phoenix was sure most people would have just given up after the first four incidents, but Miles was different.
What did Phoenix do to deserve this man?
#whumptober#whumptober 2020#sickfic whumptober alt#sneezing#snez#snz#sneeze kink#snez attorney#I swear on my life I put a readmore in#tumblr is just mean
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Whumptober Day 23: Shiver
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Larry Butz, Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Trucy Wright
Notes: Respecc Larry 2020. Trucy’s going away to college in two months and her Uncle Larry has come all the way from his last book-signing tour stop to celebrate Laurice Deauxnim style. In which Larry lies about as well as a Weeble and earns himself that extended stay with the Wrightworth family he’d been wanting since Miles and Phoenix got married. He just wishes it was under better circumstances. Now who wants some wholesome fluff?
“You’ll remember to call us as much as possible, right?” Phoenix scribbled a checkmark next to a few names on the RSVP list for Trucy's graduation party.
"Of course, Daddy! I'm not going for another two months anyway, so don't worry too much yet." Trucy grinned, peeking once or twice in the hallway, looking for someone.
"Uncle Larry is still sleeping off his jet lag." Phoenix knew exactly what Trucy was going to ask before she even spoke. "He had a long trip here, so naturally he was pretty tired."
"See? When I suggested we prepare the guest room before his arrival, it wasn't for nothing." Miles commented before checking what names were on Phoenix's list, raising a brow at a few names that were clearly only contacted via spirit channeling. He could understand his father and Mia Fey, but then there was Harry Houdini written as if he could just be sent an invitation by mail. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Trucy, sweetheart, remember when we said your guest list should be realistic?”
“It is realistic! Aunt Maya said the mediums she’s training could use the practice.” Trucy crossed her arms. “I’m officially an adult now, so why can’t we go all out?”
“He’s right, Trucy.” Phoenix nodded, proud to see Miles putting his foot down about this. “We should really restrict the channeled guests to just family and friends.” He looked over the list again, noting how Trucy’s biological father was not even considered once. It wasn’t like he could blame her, but his heart ached sensing the hurt and betrayal that fueled Trucy’s decision. He put on a smile, though, just as his mentor taught him.
“Fine.” Trucy sighed. “I hope Uncle Larry wakes up soon, then I can talk to someone who likes fun.” She teased.
“Trucy.” Miles feigned an authoritative tone, chuckling as he shook his head. In the corner of his vision was a figure sporting an oversized T-shirt in a familiar shade of orange.
"He's up!" Trucy sat up from the sofa to greet her Uncle Larry, who was now surely full of energy ready for a night of movies and calling Mr. Grossberg to ask if his refrigerator was running.
"Hey Nick, did you turn up the air conditioning while I was asleep?" Larry shivered on his way to the living room. "It's really cold in here!"
Phoenix and Miles looked at each other. The last time they significantly adjusted the air conditioner this year was during a particularly bad heat wave that had since passed. Not to mention, wouldn't Larry feel warmer in the LA heat after staying in states with far cooler climates?
"No, Uncle Larry!" Trucy giggled, assuming Larry was joking.
"I don't get it." Larry blinked a few times, looking bewildered by something only he could see. “I guess I might just have gotten too comfortable in that cozy guest bed of yours. I never really had a good sleep from those hotel beds.” He rubbed his shoulder. “All those hard mattresses really added up.”
“Then I’m sure you’ll appreciate every bit of sleep you’ll be getting this weekend.” Miles smiled. If this had been ten years ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of letting Larry even set one foot in his house, let alone stay for two nights. He had to admit, seeing Larry so successful that his busy schedule typically only allowed weekend stays made him proud, but there was a tug of guilt about how he and Phoenix treated him in the past. Miles wondered, if it weren’t for Trucy, who had taken a liking to Larry from the start, would Larry have even wanted to associate with them?
“So, Larry,” Phoenix stood up to pat his old friend on the back, “are you rested enough for tonight? Trucy’s really been talking up that movie night you suggested.”
“Should we order the pizza now or after a few rounds of Uno?” Trucy asked. Uno was a long-standing tradition for Larry’s visits, probably because it was one of the few card games he stood a chance against Phoenix, since having a card-playing professional win every time wasn’t very fun. Larry even had a solid win streak across his recent visits once Trucy declared herself too old for him to let her win.
“Actually, uh, I’m not really that hungry.” Larry shrugged, shivering again, already twice too many times for the middle of June.
“Did you eat before we picked you up from the airport?” Miles pushed up his glasses. “I don’t think you ate anything here before you fell asleep.”
“Nope.” Just as he answered, Larry was caught off guard by a deep tickle in his chest. He attempted getting rid of it with a brief cough, but as soon as he started, he couldn’t stop it on his own and let the fit overtake him.
"Larry?" Miles frowned in concern. "Are you alright?"
He was still coughing. It felt like an eternity until he could finally stop, and when he was done it was like all his muscles had left his body.
"Yeah." Larry's eyes were wide, he was still trying to figure out what just happened. "Allergies, probably." He guessed, tilting his head.
"That's odd." Miles said softly. "I recall you saying you were only allergic to cantaloupe just a few months ago. Something you told us you didn't eat from our fridge while you had hives on your arms proving otherwise."
"We caught you red handed there, Uncle Larry!" Trucy added, laughing at her own joke. The laughing stopped just as quickly as another coughing fit started from Larry, this one sending him dropping to his knees. “Uncle Larry?”
“I know that cough.” Phoenix held his chin. “You didn’t get your flu shot this year, did you, Larry?”
“How did you know?” Larry looked up from his position on the floor, his cheeks discolored from the strain. “I really planned to do it, though! I just forgot, is all.”
“It may be too late.” Phoenix crouched down to press his palm on Larry’s forehead. “You’re burning up.”
“That’s impossible.” Larry insisted. “I feel great. Can we play Uno now?” He attempted to stand up on his own, but instead almost immediately fell back down, this time supported by both Phoenix and Miles holding him so he wouldn’t hit the floor again. “This takes me back to those trust exercises we did when we were in school. Remember those?” Larry smiled as if that could prove his claims of good health.
“You can’t lie to us, Uncle Larry.” Trucy singsonged. Lying to any member of the Edgeworth-Wright family was just about impossible to get away with. Sure, a little fib here and there would be overlooked because it wasn’t worth the fuss, but Larry certainly wasn’t telling Phoenix his novelty ties were not at all tacky. “It’s not like we can’t play a game of Uno while you’re in bed, if that makes you feel better.”
“You’re absolutely right, Trucy.” Miles nodded. “Can you help us carry our guest back to bed?” He ignored Larry’s weak attempts to wriggle out and run for it. Where would he run to, anyway? Miles looked at Phoenix, then back at Trucy, signalling he was ready for the three to use their collective strength to hold Larry upright as they led him to bed.
Larry thought it wasn’t fair. Not just the fact he was outnumbered, but also that this would be how his desire for a longer visit would be fulfilled. There was no way he’d be allowed out of bed by Monday, not when blinking of all things was a source of discomfort. Don’t get him wrong, he couldn’t think of a better family to take care of him, but that in itself made him feel like he was intruding. He figured it was probably that ‘dad instinct’ he knew both Phoenix and Miles had down pat by now that explained their willingness to not only carry him to bed, but tuck him in as well. His face felt hot as he wondered if he was even worth being cared for like this.
“Don’t you, uh, think this is kind of weird?” Larry stared at the blanket over his legs, disappointed that it barely warmed him at all. “I mean, I’m not your family or anything.” He let his head rest on the soft, definitely expensive pillow.
“I don’t think it’s ‘weird’ at all.” Miles said as he walked to the guest bathroom.
“Yeah, it’s not weird.” Phoenix agreed, pulling the end table’s drawer open to grab the box of Uno cards that resided in it.
“And of course you’re family!” Trucy added. She sat on the edge of the bed, dangling her feet above the ground despite her being tall enough for them to touch the floor. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be Uncle Larry, you’d just be ‘Larry.’”
“Or we would just call you by your pen name,” Miles entered the room again with a digital thermometer in hand, “‘Laurice’ or perhaps ‘Mr. Deauxnim’ to be more formal.” He slid the thermometer between Larry’s lips and felt relief when Larry lifted his tongue in cooperation instead of fighting off the device like he initially expected.
“Besides, bedside manner isn’t exclusive to family anyway,” Phoenix smiled. He slid the card deck out of the box and into his hand. “What else would we do? Just leave you alone, coughing up a storm and being generally miserable?” He heard the thermometer beep and closely watched his husband gently take it to analyze the numbers on display.
“Congratulations, Larry.” Miles’s tone remained flat. “You have a fever.”
Larry wasn’t sure what it was about everything his old friends were saying that made him flustered enough to hide his nose under the blanket. Maybe it was the attentiveness, which, to him, seemed undeserved and out of nowhere. This was only made more apparent when he broke into another intense coughing fit that sent him doubling over. He could feel Phoenix’s hand carefully sliding up and down his back.
“You said you don’t have any more book signings scheduled, right?” Phoenix saw Larry nod in response. He was grateful Larry wasn’t straining himself by talking if he didn’t need to. “So you shouldn’t have anything stopping you from resting.”
“Can Uncle Larry stay with us for a few more days after he’s feeling better?” Trucy looked up at Miles with puppy-dog eyes that held an impressive success rate over the last ten years.
“I’m fine with that arrangement.” Miles adjusted one of the pillows to provide Larry with some elevation. “It would be a shame if you two never got your celebratory movie night. Of course, that’s only if he wants to extend his stay longer than we already have.”
“I don’t know.” Larry closed his eyes, finding that to be slightly less painful than keeping them open. “Are you really sure you guys want me here that long?”
“Well, when you put it that way…” Phoenix trailed off before he shook his head with a laugh. “Just give it some thought, but first get some sleep.” He closed the curtains to keep the summer sun out of Larry’s eyes.
“We’ll leave you be.” Miles ushered Phoenix and Trucy out of the room. “I’ll bring you some water for when you wake up. If you don’t have an appetite, you should at least stay hydrated.”
Larry nodded in understanding. His eyes fluttered open temporarily to watch the family leave the room. He picked up some of their conversation as they left, bits and pieces of debating when they should consider him seeing a doctor, a few comments about a trip to the pharmacy. The sincerity of their concern was not lost on him, prompting him to smile as he dozed off.
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Whumptober Day 3: Blankets
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
Notes: Established married!Wrightworth again, sick!Phoenix is a blanket thief, Miles can’t sleep
“If you don’t mind,” Miles squinted at Phoenix, who had the comforter bundled up completely on his side of the bed, “could you please stop taking the comforter off my side?”
“But ‘b cold!” Phoenix sniffled thickly, adamantly pulling more of the comforter in his own direction. “I deed it.”
“You’re quite warm, actually.” Miles pressed his cold hands on Phoenix’s back. “If I sleep freezing like this, I’m guaranteed to catch your cold.”
“Sou’ds like a- aA’SCHUUH!” Phoenix wiped his nose on the comforter, prompting his husband to groan in disgust. “Sou’ds like a ‘you’ probleb.”
In theory, Miles considered himself plenty prepared for the minor hurdles that came with sharing a home and bed as a permanent arrangement. If he wanted to live alone forever, he wouldn’t have gotten engaged, let alone married to the love of his life. However, sometimes, particularly in the winter months that involved whispered quarrels over blankets and having germs bombard him for eight straight hours, Miles wouldn’t necessarily mind sleeping alone.
For Phoenix, despite being in the running for the world’s worst sick person to share a bed with, loathed sleeping alone when he was ill. His sneezes would wake up anyone in the house who was unfortunate enough to be in a lighter sleep than completely unconscious, and his susceptibility to chills when he had a fever made blankets a necessity, but god forbid anyone leave him alone in this state.
“Why must you do this to me? Is this because I’m prosecuting one of Apollo’s trials tomorrow?” Miles huffed, tugging a portion of a spare blanket Phoenix had probably forgotten he had on him, only for Phoenix to react as if he had just been stripped naked at the South Pole.
“Doh. I told you, I’b cold.”
There was no point in arguing; the courtroom existed for that. The blurry glare of the digital clock occasionally faded enough for Miles to see the time: 1:35AM. Phoenix went to bed early at 9:40 and Miles followed approximately an hour later. Neither of the two had gotten any satisfactory sleep at all, which was entirely a consequence of Phoenix’s symptoms keeping them both awake.
“Fine.” Miles sighed, resigning himself to a cold, sleepless night. After a few moments of silent reflection, the guilt set in. Phoenix probably felt awful, Miles acknowledged, so it was natural he would be a bit difficult. Miles scooted his way to be the big spoon against Phoenix’s back. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling against Phoenix’s ear. If he was going to catch this cold anyway, he would rather it be caught through acts of affection than going to sleep exposed and annoyed.
“Hhh’HTTSHCHUUUH! T’TCHUUU!” The double startled Miles, despite this being a common occurrence during the past two nights, causing him to let go from the embrace. “I love you too.” Phoenix turned over to face Miles, caressing his cheek.
“I am most definitely catching your cold at this point.” Not even worried, Miles kissed his husband on the lips. “Then you’ll have to share the comforter with me.”
“I’ll agree to those terbs.”
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Whumptober Day 6: Overheating
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Godot, channeled!Mia Fey, Maya Fey (channeling Mia)
Notes: Post T&T, Mia is channeled and visits Godot in prison, sick!Godot is bad at excuses, Bridge to Turnabout spoilers abound
There were times when less than ethical conditions within the legal system came to an advantage. Had this been any other circumstance, Godot would have been more than grateful some strings were pulled behind the scenes to earn him a conjugal visit so early in his sentence. Not this time, however. No amount of closure that came from his last trial would ever be enough for him to forgive Trite, no, Wright for waltzing back into the case with a fever of 102 and little regard for the consequences of such a stupid decision. Maybe it was also Godot’s fault, just a little bit, for being poorly dressed for the elements and recklessly approaching the ill attorney. No matter who was at fault, now was far from a good time for a visit from Mia Fey, albeit a channeled one, without a pane of security glass between them.
Before Dahlia poisoned him five years ago, he could weather through a cold just fine. He would be met with some concern from Mia when she saw him making tea in the office lounge instead of one of his signature brews, but if he needed (and was allowed to) stay on his feet, he could manage. The poison stripped him of a lot since then, including his immune system. A cough became extended periods of wheezing. What might have been a low grade fever when he was Diego Armando was now a temperature that would land him in the hospital. Trite had no idea how good he had it.
Godot was too busy stewing in lingering resentment he hardly noticed the footsteps approaching his cell. It wasn’t like he could hear them well, anyway, with his ears being as clogged as they were. Months of impaired vision and he still lacked any heightened sentences he thought he would have by now. Maybe if that happened he could actually taste his breakfast this morning, or maybe that was more it being prison food than him having a cold.
“Here he is, Miss Fey.” The guard’s voice was twice as muffled behind the door and became just barely more audible when he opened it to let the medium in. “Call if you two need anything, okay?”
Seeing Mia so obviously in a vessel that wasn’t hers made Godot almost wish he was allowed to stay completely blind. He couldn’t help but believe Maya was making a grave mistake in channeling her sister to see him like this. He already could not fathom why he was even allowed an estimated release he could realistically live to see. This visit was just too much more than he deserved and at the same time far less than what Mia deserved.
An awkward silence stole a minute of their time together. Just how do you say ‘I’m sorry I killed your mother to protect your little sister from the spirit of a serial killer’ or ‘I should have respected your abilities enough to trust the man you taught so well’ without completely wallowing in pathetic guilt or alternatively looking like an unapologetic asshole?
“Ie’shSHCH! Ee’ssCHH!”
Just like that, the silence was broken.
“Bless you.” Mia’s voice was too kind for Godot’s liking. Her tone sounded too unphased by the past trial’s events. Why wasn’t she chewing him out? She didn’t even need to chastise him for committing murder, Godot would take her just advising him to cover his mouth more adequately.
“You dod’t have to do that.” Did Mia hear him sound like that? A double threat, congestion and hoarseness; he was really the picture of health today.
“It’s just, you know, manners.” She tilted her head. She was pitying him already, wasn’t she? “You don’t think I’d hate you so much that I wouldn’t bless you when you sneezed, do you?”
Um, yeah. Did she miss the part where her understudy proved he murdered her mother?
“You should.” Godot croaked.
“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”
Godot couldn’t stop her from cupping her hand at his cheek and he definitely couldn’t stop her from pulling away, looking horrified at what she had just felt.
“You’re on fire!” Mia gasped. “How long have you been sick?”
“Sick? Doh, I’b okay. Just, uh, the visor. It overheats sobetibes.”
“You can’t tell me that with a straight face when you sound this awful.” Without even asking, Mia stood up to find the medical kit that was kept by the rock hard cot Godot used as a bed.
“Hey! Oh’dly the doc ca’d use that!” He lied, and clearly not convincingly enough to stop her.
“If I’m charged for impersonating a doctor we can be here together, then.” Mia smirked, delicately pulling out the digital thermometer from the kit. “You’re going to keep this under your tongue. If you’re in as good shape as you say you are, you should have nothing to hide.”
Godot would have called her out for such a dirty trick, but he had already incriminated himself more than enough in less than a half hour. Before he could gather his thoughts on how he was going to explain whatever number Mia was bound to see, the thermometer had already slipped into his mouth.
“Mmph.” He grunted, reckoning if he pouted like this when he lived as Diego, Mia just might have called him adorable, punctuated with her trademark forehead kiss. Stupid visor, as if ‘overheating’ wasn’t enough.
“I told you,” Mia reached for the thermometer after it made the first beep, “if you’re healthy, you have nothing to hide.” Her teasing smile faded once she saw his temperature clearly displayed. “104!?” She raised her voice by accident, hurting Godot’s ears. “Sorry, sorry. Honey,” she called him as if everything that has happened never tossed a serious wrench in their relationship, “you’re really sick.”
“I told you. It’s the visor.” Stupidly, he refused to back down. “Just a cold a’dyway.” He muttered, further sabotaged by a fit of coughing that could only be followed by a few wheezes as he attempted to catch his breath.
“What happened to the man who would light up at the suggestion of me tucking you in with a hot cup of tea?” Mia held out her arm, waiting for Godot to give in and let her put him to bed already.
“He died.”
“Is that so?” She raised a brow. “I didn’t know dying could make someone so stubborn. How come I’m still as cooperative as ever?” She pulled him up out of his chair, displeased at how easy it was to lead his weak body to the cot. He was either too sick to fight her off or there was still part of him that was eager to be taken care of.
Godot’s vision faded in and out. First Mia was there, then she was out of sight, and now she was hovering over him with a cool washcloth she ran under his sink. Almost like a reflex, he smiled at the cooling sensation on his forehead.
“Yeah, that’s good.” He turned his head to face Mia and took her hand. “You dod’t have to stay here after today. ‘b probably co’dtagious.”
“We scheduled a week and I’m staying all week.” Mia insisted.
“Dow who’s stubbord?”
“Still you.” She brushed his hair back with her fingers. “I’m just caring for the sick. Or are you trying to tell me your visor overheating is what’s contagious?”
“I’d say we’re past that poi’t. But what about your sister? Or do spirits thebselves catch colds?”
“I have no idea, but no matter who gets sick, I think I’ll stick around longer; just for until it’s passed.”
“You sure she’ll be okay with that? Cad’t ibagide she was too happy about Dahlia overstayi’g her welcobe.”
“Please, am I anything like Dahlia? I take offense to that.”
“Sorry. Cad’t blabe you for that.” Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to imply his dead girlfriend was even slightly comparable to the serial killer who possessed her sister for days before being forcibly exorcised.
“Trust me when I say Maya would want me to stay as long as you need me here, so sending me away for you to be all alone with a high fever would definitely upset her.” Damn, she was good at finding just the right spots of his cold heart that were still open to taking suggestions. “As long as you’re resting, it’ll be like I’m not even here.”
“But…”
“You still have ‘buts’?”
“But I wadt it to be like you’re here.” Godot begged. A faint sense of shame loomed over him for being so pathetic.
“So the good patient never died after all.” Mia planted a kiss on the top of his head.
“Baybe a powerful bediub chaddeled hib.”
“Get some sleep.”
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Whumptober Day 15: Bath
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Characters: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
Notes: Miles gets the wrong idea when Phoenix suggests his sinuses would benefit from some steam. Early established Wrightworth at some vague spot in the Trilogy Era. Also Phoenix is ridiculously strong; this guy eats his broccoli.
“I’m pretty sure if you could get anything out, you’d be done by now.” Phoenix commented as he watched Miles grumble at the wasted tissue. “You just keep making your nose more pink.”
Miles made some more inaudible complaints, likely regarding the dreadful head cold that had sunk its teeth into his system. The day before, it was manageable with a minor sore throat and the occasional sneeze. Today, however? It all went downhill and probably would only become worse tomorrow. Overall, he felt lucky to have Phoenix spending the week with him, making him tea and reminding him to take it easy. On the other hand, he could do without Phoenix observing the bad habits that arose when he was ill.
“What do you suggest, wise cold expert?” Miles rolled his eyes. The cold made him awfully grumpy, so Phoenix let that remark slide
“You could always use some steam.” Phoenix held his chin.
“Alright,” Miles shrugged, “I’ll give it a try.”
“You say that like you’ve never made steam for a cold before.”
“Ihd truth, I have dot.”
“Really?” Phoenix blinked a few times in disbelief, but he wasn’t about to question him regarding what possible ways Miles dealt with colds before dating him; that is, if he even effectively dealt with them at all. “You just run some really hot water in the bathroom and let the steam help you breathe.”
“That’s it?” Miles pondered how such a simple thing could be so useful. “Dothig bore thad that?”
“Nope.”
Miles hummed in amazement as he made his way to the master bedroom, puzzling Phoenix when it appeared as if he was grabbing fresh clothes from the dresser. The curiosity of just what Miles thought the suggestion meant was too much for Phoenix to just leave it be, prompting him to silently follow his boyfriend until Miles entered the bathroom alone.
When Phoenix expected the sound of the bath faucet to be exchanged with the running of the showerhead, no such change occurred. In fact, when the faucet noise stopped, no sound replaced it. Was something wrong, or did Miles really not know how this worked?
“Hey Miles?” Phoenix opened the bathroom door. “Do you need--?”
What he found was Miles most definitely not getting the right idea. He was just taking a bath as normal, not even generating enough steam to feel any benefit.
“Wright!” Miles’s voice cracked. “What are you doi’hg?”
“You’re not supposed to-...” Phoenix paused to collect his thoughts, exhaling heavily. “You sit outside of the tub and run the showerhead for the steam. You don’t take a bath.”
“That’s a waste of water!”
“It’s better than what you’re doing.” Phoenix reached out to pull Miles out of the tub, becoming frustrated when he didn’t comply. “You’re not supposed to take a bath with a cold. It’ll make your temperature spike.”
“What a load of-” Before Miles could finish that remark, Phoenix managed to pull him out of the tub, carrying him bridal style. “Put be dowd!”
“We’re doing this the right way.” Phoenix set Miles down before he pulled out the drain plug and ran the showerhead. “You’ll feel a lot better doing it like this, I promise.” He assured as he securely wrapped his boyfriend in a fluffy towel.
“It’s freezihg! I’b- hhh… Hh’hhrrssshhooh! Hu’urrSSHOO! You’ve odly bade it worse!” Miles huffed, wiping his now running nose with his wrist. He crossed his arms as he sat on the closed toilet lid, shivering from the sudden chill.
“Of course you’re cold. You were just in a hot bath.” Phoenix needed a few seconds to soften his expression. “Just relax and let the steam clear your nose.”
Miles had his doubts, as demonstrated by his continuing to breathe through his mouth.
“Why don’t you try breathing through your nose instead? It’s why the steam’s here.” Phoenix gestured at the visible clouds of steam pouring over the shower curtain; at least the earlier bath sped up the water heating process.
“If you say so.” Miles took a deep breath through his nose, the first truly satisfactory one he had experienced all day. “Oh wow.” He breathed in again. “I’m sorry for doubting you.” He could feel his cheeks heating up and hoped it was from his difficulty admitting he was wrong rather than a rise in temperature so Phoenix couldn’t say anything about it.
“You already sound a lot better, that’s for sure.” Phoenix smiled and handed over the vanity’s tissue box so Miles could expel whatever was left. “Since you did take a hot bath, even just a short one, I don’t think we should be in here for long.”
“What do you mean?” The dizziness set in to answer Miles’s question. “It does get quite unbearable after a while, doesn’t it?” He leaned back, looking flushed.
“That’s what I was afraid of.” Phoenix sighed, shutting off the water and opening the door to let some cooler air in.
“Again with thi… Hh… Hhh’aarrsshhooh!” Miles sniffled, at the very least pleased he could get some air at all. “I can’t imagine this cold air is any better for a cold.”
“I can tell what is better, though.”
“Standing on my head?” Miles frowned, demonstrating just how outlandish he thought this steam treatment was, even if it worked.
“No.” Phoenix picked up Miles with ease, carrying him over his shoulder. “Rest.”
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