#yes this is v fuckin rushed it was never meant to be a proper fic
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I was gonna just reblog my post from last night with this but then it turned into a half-assed, not really good 1.4k word fic. So imma just drop it under the cut here
(In other words, Rivals AU Marvin has pet names he only ever calls ppl when something is very, very wrong. And here’s an example for that)
Warning for potential character death or how do you say it nicely.
Jackie and Marvin are out on a mission again, trying to track down Anti, that elusive little shit. It’s kinda hard to do when you have some damn dedicated monsters chasing you, too. So they do the stupid thing every horror movie protagonist does - they split up. They need to cover more ground and split the attention of their pursuers. Not having to constantly stay near each other might make them faster, too.
They talk through dollar store walkie-talkies that Marvin had enchanted to be a little bit more than just “barely functional”. They all wish they had a decent tech guy on the team.
Of course splitting up wasn’t a good idea. Marvin takes a wrong turn somehow and runs into a dead end, and he’s cornered. No windows to jump through, no fences to climb. He’d be shot out of the sky the moment he tried to fly. There’s nothing but solid walls and a tight group of monsters closing in on him, and his frozen mind high on adrenaline that might just not let him teleport at all.
But teleporting is his only option, and so teleport he will. Maybe. Possibly. And if it doesn’t work, he might as well make it count for more than just weakly falling into the hands of the enemy.
His gaze never leaves the slowly approaching pack of monsters, clearly sure that they’ve already won, as he raises the walkie-talkie to his mouth and presses down the button on its side. “Hey, Jackie,” he says, and he tries not to think about how, if things don’t go his way, this could be the last time he says that name out loud. “Sup?”
Jackie sounds downright cheery when he responds. Marvin is glad. He loves hearing he’s happy. “I’m all good! No sign of Anti yet, but I think I managed to lose most of these assholes,” he sounds a little out of breath, but otherwise he doesn’t seem to be lying about being okay. Good. “I pushed two into a pool and they just exploded! I think they might not be great fans of swimming.”
There’s an odd tension building inside Marvin. There’s a lump growing in his throat, but he swallows it and talks over it. His hands feel numb. “That’s great, sweetheart.”
Jackie feels like his heart stops then and there. Sweetheart. He recognises that word, it’s like an alarm blaring in his ears. Marvin never calls him “sweetheart” unless something is very, very wrong. And in their current situation...very, very wrong could mean the worst.
“Marv-...”
“I love you.”
The walkie-talkie clatters on the ground, but the noise is drowned out by Jackie’s terrified screams coming through the cheap speaker, distorted and too high-pitched. Marvin is already running towards the monsters cornering him - either a great, heroic act, or his demise. Or both.
He discharges his magic in an explosion of fire and lightning and deadly power, and he desperately grasps for that feeling of being nowhere that means he’s teleporting. That his plan ended with the less unfortunate alternative.
From somehow still only a couple streets away, Jackie hears the crash all too clearly.
Jackie’s legs feel weak as he takes off towards the slowly ascending cloud of smoke that’s left after the explosion. God, please let it be not the only thing left. Please.
Rationally, he knows that an explosion of that magnitude, a discharge of magic with so much power could never leave someone right in the middle of it intact. But his heart hopes. And he’s always been one to listen to his heart.
He stops dead in his tracks when he feels something - the faintest static in the air that he’s learned to pick out from all of his other senses. It means someone has teleported near him. Part of him knows he shouldn’t hope, that his high-strung senses could easily be mistaken or that it might just as well be Anti coming to kill him. But he still hopes.
His knees almost give out as he turns around, searching. And even though he feels like he’s about to pass out and the world around him is blurry seen through his tears, he instantly recognises the figure standing near the end of the roof he’s been running across, clad in the pitiful, singed remains of some fancy outfit, swaying slightly with exhaustion.
His shout of pain and relief only makes it out as a weak sob.
He crashes into Marvin, and poor guy would just fall right over were Jackie not already holding him so tight. He finally starts crying properly, with gross, loud sobs that sound almost like muffled screams, his face pressing into Marvin’s shoulder, not caring that he can barely breathe. He doesn’t have time to care about air right now.
Marvin is shaking. His adrenaline rush has worn off, and the realisation that he almost died is slowly setting in. It’s terrifying. More terrifying than running at a pack of monsters with all his magic at the ready, with the possibility that he might go down with them. Because then he didn’t have time to think, and now he does.
He finally starts crying. It starts with a high whine in the back of his throat, and once it does, it just doesn’t seem to want to end. He would collapse and curl in on himself were it not for Jackie holding him up with ease, and so he just holds onto him like he’s his lifeline. He wants to tell Jackie that he’s sorry for scaring him, he’s so sorry, he wants to swear that he didn’t want to hurt him, that he loves him so much. He’s scared, so scared, he wasn’t as scared as he should have been back there and he’s sure as Hell making up for it now. He just wants to go home.
He extends a bit of what little magic he still has to hang onto Jackie’s vitals – his fast heartbeat, his erratic but slowly calming breathing, a steady stream of input that reads alive. It helps calm him down.
Jackie is the one calm enough to talk first. His painfully tight grip on Marvin loosens to be, well, not as painful. He’s still crying, tiny hiccups shake his shoulders every now and again, and Marvin can feel the wetness of his tears against his neck when Jackie turns his head.
“It’s okay,” his lips brush against the skin of Marvin neck as he talks, and normally Marvin would laugh. Not this time. No matter how soft and sweet his words are, they seem to have the opposite effect than intended, because Marvin’s whining sobs don’t cease and his arms only tighten around him. “We’re okay.”
They really aren’t, though.
But eventually, through Jackie’s steady stream of reassurance and “I love you”s and his fingers tracing infinite patterns into his back, Marvin runs out of tears to cry. He’s left with nothing but a headache, a dull pain in his chest, and seemingly never-ending hiccups. He looks like as much of a mess as he’s feeling – his clothes singed, burns and scratches lining his skin, his hair completely loose and dangling around his face in annoying, messy strands.
And Jackie still looks at him like he’s the greatest treasure in the world, the greatest treasure he’d almost just lost.
“C’mon, we should go home,” he whispers gently, waiting patiently until Marvin lets him leave his embrace on his own. “Anti can wait.”
Marvin nods, feeling numb and strange, but then he shakes his head to another thought. “I’m sorry...”
Those are the first words he’s managed to say since the explosion, and Jackie feels like he might just start crying again. He’s still holding one of Marvin’s hands, and now he raises it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. “I don’t know what happened or why, but I trust you. Whatever made you do what you did, we can talk about it later. You don’t have to apologise,” he takes a step back and gives Marvin’s hand a gentle tug. “Come on. Let’s go home.”
And they do. Shakily and leaning onto each other, tired senses still sharp searching for danger, but stopping every once in a while to hug each other properly or share a few kisses, they do.
#marvelsepticeye#marvin the magnificent#jackieboy man#fanfiction#writing#rivals au#yeah there is no rivalry in this one. for understandable reasons#i mean. understandable if you read it#marvin might be an asshole but he's also. not???#he's an asshole with a bunch of feelings#yes this is v fuckin rushed it was never meant to be a proper fic
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