bending reality - falsettos oneshots

Story 5

A/N: I'm so glad everyone is liking the new stories and, if you love dad bod Marvin as much as I do, then you should check out @/faiyx on Instagram, because most of my domestic/fluffy whizvin is inspired by their art!

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Marvin hated the way the suit looked on him.

He'd bought it two years ago, under Whizzer's advice, and it had fit fine then. Then, though, he had the perfect body. Maybe not inside, but definitely outside. He had defined muscles, strong arms, a 29-inch waist.

But he also had no relationship with his son, and spent his days arguing with his hot-headed lover.

When Whizzer left, he focused all his energy on Jason. He'd spent more time with him in those two years than he had since he'd been born. It was fantastic. They weren't completely fixed, and it would take much longer to get there, but it worked. Jason didn't seem to hate him. They played chess, and Marvin started paying attention in baseball games, or he took him out of town for a movie premier.

Anything he could do to spend time with him, he would.

Unfortunately, that came with a price. Marvin's harsh angles and sculpted limps had been replaced by soft flesh. His sharp curves, were muscle clung to bone, were now pudgy curves. Jason gave him a lot more hugs. Even his facial expressions weren't as grim- his smile was gentler, his frowns less cutting. He looked healthier, too, no longer living on coffee. Each difference, each loss of sharp bone and gain of chubby tissue, was a medal. It meant he was improving, that he was one step closer to having a real relationship with the most important person in his life- Jason.

But the suit didn't look right. It didn't look /wrong/, so to speak, but it didn't fit in the right way anymore; didn't hug his muscles in the right way.

He had to wear it, though. His two best friends- Cordelia and Charlotte- were finally tying the knot, and he had to be there to support them. So he'd put on the only suit he owned, picked up his excited son, and driven his tired ass to the wedding.

What his friends hadn't mentioned, though, was the fact they had invited the last (and first) person he had hoped to see, so you can imagine the shock on his face when his ex-lover strolled into the room, wearing a suit of his own.

And the bastard looked good.

Marvin's first instinct was to grab Jason and hide behind him, but his son was already on his feet. From the corner of the room, Cordelia was watching his reaction, and he felt the stormy glare communicated his feelings well enough.

Regardless, he forced himself to follow Jason and act as civilly as he could.

"Whizzer." He greeted, offering a polite smile. When Whizzer smiled brightly back, all perfect teeth and eye wrinkles, Marvin knew he was a goner.

Of course, Whizzer had expected to see Marvin there. He knew he was close with the girls, and he regularly asked for updates on how he was doing, anyway. They had told him he was better, but Whizzer hadn't believed it until he spotted him laughing at a joke Jason must have told, holding a glass of champagne and leaning against a chair. He looked so much healthier than the last time they had contact.

He'd filled out more, his shoulders were broader and his body was rounder. Whizzer immediately fell in love with the new shape to him. It was a true dad body, and he was suppressing a beam of pride. Marvin truly /had/ gotten better. He studied him before replying, instantly recognising the suit. It didn't look as fitting as it had when it had been bought, but Whizzer couldn't care less.

There stood Marvin, round and curvy and smiling, with his hand on Jason's shoulder and a greeting on his lips.

Whizzer was suddenly glad he came.