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“Oh!” Marvin stumbled a bit from the collision. “Sir, I am so, so sorry. Let me help you with that.”
Whizzer stared at him dumbly, almost fearfully. “I’m sorry, your highness, I- I didn’t see where I was going-”
He shushed him, smiling softly. “No worries. It was my fault. Now, let me help you carry this home. It must be awfully heavy to carry both of these.”
He didn’t miss the way Whizzer’s eyes trailed his biceps as he threw the flour bag over his shoulder. He’d never admit how he liked it, how it made something inside him churn perfectly.
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Trypanophobia--The fear of needles.
He'd always call him special.
Whizzer didn't want to be special.
He was hurting him. He didn't want another power. He wanted to be done with training like all the other kids.
So he'd escaped. Ran as fast as he could and found a life in the city, so foreign it could be a new planet. When he got a physical, Marvin would joke about his Trypanophobia like it was nothing. To him, maybe it was.
But--now he had to face the consequences of his impromptu escape at nineteen. Now, it wasn't only him on the line.
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He couldn’t do it. Not again. Not-
Christ, he was doing it again.
For Marvin.
It was always for Marvin.
He reminded himself of that whenever he had his doubts.
To protect Marvin.
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- Part 2 of It's Horrible, Isn't it?
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(Reuploaded because I totally forgot to add a summary)
Marvin’s upset at Whizzer for taking so long doing his hair. Whizzer gets a new self defense tool in his backfire.
OR (Act 1 Marvin and Whizzer, Whizzer sprays hairspray in his eyes when Marvin’s upset with how long it takes to do his hair
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- Part 8 of Falsettos One-Shots
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Sometimes, Whizzer would walk outside alone. In the dark.
It gave him a thrill.
Part of the time when he would do that, he'd get attacked. Whizzer would lay on the ground until the next day, where he would limp to the subway to get home, bloodied and bruised.
He didn't need to wait this time.
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- Part 7 of Falsettos One-Shots
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WBAAH: years 1-7 by Neptune0707, Ray_Cosplaysx
Fandom: Falsettos - Lapine/Finn, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
16 Oct 2023
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11:11 by whizzvincent
Fandoms: Falsettos - Lapine/Finn, Falsettos - Lapine/Finn (Broadway Cast) RPF
08 Jun 2025
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A rainy night. A broken voice on the other end of a payphone.
Marvin thought he could live with the silence—until Whizzer calls. What begins as a rescue spirals into something raw and unraveling: old wounds, buried regrets, and the aching echo of a love neither of them ever really let go.
In the quiet hours between survival and sunrise, all they can do is hold on... and maybe, finally, wish for something more.
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20 Jun 2025
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he could picture it now; marvin in bed with whizzer, kissing the wound to acknowledge but never talk about it. marvin pressing on the scab to see if whizzer would budge, flinch, fumble. marvin kissing the wound over and over to silently make amends only for it bleed once again under his lips.
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a collection of moments in whizzer and marvin's relationship, starting from the beginning.
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20 Jun 2025
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Marvin Saves Whizzer from Himself by FalsettosYayyy
Fandoms: Falsettos - Lapine/Finn, Falsettos - Lapine/Finn (Broadway Cast) RPF
20 Jun 2025
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Instead of reuniting at the baseball game, Marvin finds Whizzer before he kills himself. Slowly, he helps him rebuild the broken pieces of his life.
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20 Jun 2025
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“I’m not letting you leave me here.”
“You can’t control everything, Marvin.”
“I can try.”
Or: Whizzer gets better and the gays live happily ever afterBookmarked by Ray_Cosplaysx
01 Jun 2025
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Whizzer starts keeping flowers in the apartment.
At first, just one vase—on the table, where mail used to pile up. Then more: near the window, on the bathroom shelf, on the nightstand where Marvin keeps his watch and a glass of half-drunk water. Always fresh. Always startling.
Marvin doesn’t ask where they come from. He just lets them appear, each one a strange little monument. Tulips. Irises. Wild things, sometimes—branches with blossoms like bruises.
He finds one pressed under the sink one morning. A daisy, dried flat, its petals like tiny ribs.
Marvin doesn’t ask. But he starts to dream of gardens.
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20 May 2025