My Brothers, Corrupted
Book Five: Section Ten
A familiar figure from Chase's past shows up at their doorstep. Marvin reunites with several old friends and tries to have calmer discussions with his brothers. Masterlist
Tws for alcoholism, self-hatred, and discussion of kids missing their dad. Tws may not be completely exhaustive - keep in mind the heaviness of the fic and look out for yourself.
Thank you to @lehhoh7822 for taking the time to compile this book!
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“So he’s medicated?”
“Yeah, he’s doing a lot better!”
“Okay, but he needs to be seeing a clinician too. Is he seeing a clinician?”
“Um. You’d have to check with Jackie. I think he was handling that side of things.”
“Oh, Jackie is not good with appointments, Chase.”
“Haha. Well, you’ll have to ask JJ, I don’t know anything about it. But Jackie did go see a therapist and he was talking about maybe going again.”
“Good, he should. What about you?”
“Me? What, in therapy? I - ”
There’s a knock on the door of the apartment. Chase and Henrik both freeze, halfway through getting out of their jackets and shoes.
“Who is it?” murmurs Henrik.
“How should I know?” hiss-whispers Chase. “What if it’s the landlord again to kick us out for being too loud? Or - oh, shit! The hospital social worker! If she sees JJ’s black eye - ”
“Okay, don’t worse case stereo right away.”
“Scenario, Dok.”
“Whatever, just be grateful I’m talking, fucker. Don’t see you speaking German, anyway.”
“Okay - ”
“Is a girl,” says Schneep, peering through the peephole on the door.
“Like a kid?”
“No, a girl as in a woman, not that you’ve ever interacted with one of those before.”
“Marvin?” calls her voice through the door. Henrik and Chase both re-freeze, turning wide eyes towards each other. “It’s me. Are you there?”
“It’s Anti in disguise, like in Singapore,” gasps Chase. “Holy shit, he’s back, he’ll - holy shit. Nobody knows Marvin’s name.”
Schneep looks nervously through the peephole. “She sounds anxious, though.”
“He’s going to kill us.”
“Can we call Jackie?”
“No, we only have one phone and it’s here! The gun, where’s the - ugh, we couldn’t get it through airport security, shit, we’re - ”
“Who’s there?” calls Henrik through the door.
A long pause.
“It’s me,” she says again, more timid still. “Chase? It’s… it’s me.”
She has black hair and blue acrylic nails.
crystalninjaphoenix asked:
It's her, right? Well... let her in. Keep in mind this is going to be awkward at first. We don't know that much. Go slow. Don't expect it to all be fixed right away. And good luck.
“It’s her?”
“Who’s her?”
“Well, if you take a look - ”
“What if it’s Anti?”
“It’s not Anti!”
“You don’t know it’s not Anti - ”
“Jackie burned his corpse, but whatever, just - ”
Chase shoves his eye to the peephole and goes silent.
“Chase?”
“It’s her,” he whispers.
“Trick, you’re shaking.”
He turns to Henrik as white as candle wax.
And then sprints back towards his room and slams the door behind him.
“Chase. Chase?” she’s calling through the door.
Henrik touches the handle. He pulls the door open, just a crack.
Onyx eyes look up at him. His eyes flicker towards a flash of silver. She has a knife in her purse. His tongue wets his mouth.
“Chase?” she asks weakly.
He shakes his head, straightening up.
“Anti?” she asks.
He pulls the door open a little more. She steps back, gripping that pocket knife. As if it would do anything against him if he were really here.
“Schneep,” she croaks. “You’re… alive.”
“I’m alive,” he parrots quietly.
“You didn’t come back. You were just supposed to get groceries.”
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
The wind rushes past them. Her hair flutters into her face and away over her shoulder.
She steps forward. He doesn’t move.
Soft hands wrap around him.
She’s tiny. Shorter than he is. Not fragile, just… small.
She hugs him. Her hands grip his hair at the back of his skull, gently.
He hugs her back. His hands settle uncertainly on her hips. In the open door of the apartment, they’re still.
Anonymous asked:
Jackie, Anti is gone. Why do you still feel the need to grieve later?
“Are you sad?”
“What?”
JJ looks at him for a moment before repeating himself.
“Oh. No,” says Jackie, kicking a rock as they walk back towards the apartment. “No, I’m fine.”
JJ doesn’t push it, just watches him out of the side of his eye. Jackie gives the rock another kick, sending it skittering in front of him.
It’s true, of course. Anti’s gone.
Why do I still do this to myself? he wonders, keeping that rock in front of him. He doesn’t want to have to let it stop. JJ’s allowed to cry but you aren’t? What, you don’t want to think about it? All I do is… push things back.
He kicks the rock.
I work so I don’t have to think about anything. Work and run and repeat. Don’t have to think about how Blue and I are fighting, or how he’s gone, or how we’re so broke I can’t even get them beds, or how sometimes even I wish Anti were here - that structure he gave me. That feeling of knowing my place in the world. And sometimes, just every once in a while - that feeling of being useful to anyone. What, are you going to break down and show them you’re just as scared as they are? I wish -
A hand grabs his arm and pulls him back before he can walk into the street. A car moves past them in a rush of red and gold lights.
JJ’s signing at him rapidly, but Jackie can’t quite follow. He’s suddenly so exhausted.
“Jackie, come on, watch where you’re going!” JJ wraps his arm into Jackie’s and pulls him forward, the vanity mirror held under Jackie’s free arm. “Let’s just get home, okay?”
“Sorry,” Jackie mumbles.
Grieve later so you don’t have to think about it now. Grieve later because if he stops to think about how he’s feeling at all, it’s going to break him in half.
If he stops to think about just how bad he wants - just how much he misses -
JJ wraps their fingers together, squeezing Jackie’s palm through his glove. Jackie wipes at his face and shakes his head, letting JJ lead him.
Grieve later. Or better, don’t ever grieve at all, because if you do, you might just never stop grieving.
Anonymous asked:
Stacy is here! Chase, you absolutely must go see her, and let these emotions happen. You can't hide away from this, this has to happen in order for you to heal. She's your family. She won't hurt you or run from you or think any less of you because of what you've gone through. Go see your partner, Chase, I'm sure she's missed you greatly.
Chase stands by the door to his bedroom, his hand gripping the handle like he might just go back out there. But he doesn’t move. Listens at the door, breathing short and thin. His eyes flicker over to you. Away again. He paces beside the door for a moment, scraping at the old scar at his hand.
“I’ve dreamed about this girl for a year,” he whispers, fingers drifting to the crinkle paper in his pocket. “About her hand on mine, and the way she smelled, and the warmth when you wake up next to her. And then, just now, when I saw her, I didn’t feel - I didn’t feel like in my dreams. Like everything was okay, and nothing was ever going to move her from my side. I felt - ”
He closes his eyes. Shudders out a breath.
“I felt bad.”
scunneredzombie asked:
Well Chase, you and Stacy did get divorced at one point, and we're unsure what the relationship status was when you were last on the run together. So you might have some buried anxieties and pain surrounding that.
“Holy shit, holy shit!” He slumps down to the floor, dragging his knees to his chest and hiding his face in them. “I can’t - ”
“Chase.” Henrik is rapping at the door, voice clear and familiar through the wood. “Are we hiding?”
“Yes, we’re hiding,” he mumbles into his jeans, tugging at his hair. “Forever, maybe.”
Henrik lets out a low hum of sympathy. “I don’t think she’s angry, my dear.”
“I don’t feel good. Tell her I don’t feel good.”
Henrik slips open the door beside him and sits down next to him, touching his arm.
Anonymous asked:
Jackie don't be startled when you get home, Stacy is there and Chase is a bit spooked. As far as us cameras know there's no reason to go on the defensive.
“Wait, what?” shouts Jackie, and if it weren’t for JJ’s hand in his own he’d be sprinting down the street already.
“Jackie, no, stay calm!”
“There’s someone in my apartment I barely know, with my little brothers - ”
“Jackie, she’s the mother of your nephew and niece, don’t freak out! We might be able to see them if we play our cards right! The cameras say there’s no reason to get defensive.”
“She scared Chase!”
“Yeah, it’s Chase, he has anxiety. Dok’s there. He’s fine. Come on, we’ll get home, just don’t freak out…”
scunneredzombie asked:
Even if it feels bad and painful, talking to her is worth it for the chance you'd get to see your babies again, right Chase? Like Schneep said she doesn't seem angry, just nervous and scared. I think you can do it, you're so so strong Chase. You deserve to see your family again, and it's going to be a painful process, but at least you have your brother here with you to help you through it.
“The kids,” breathes Chase. “Fuck, they’re… are they safe?”
“Go ask her,” says Schneep, patting his arm.
“I don’t remember her name,” Chase whispers.
“Go ask her,” repeats Schneep, chuckling flimsily. “You must explain to her what has happened… where you have been.”
“I have to tell her what he did to me?”
“It doesn’t have to be everything. But I think she probably wants to know why we have no memory of her. And why we did not return.”
Chase breathes out.
He’s faced worse things than this, right? He fought Anti. Fought the dark part of himself. Fought off hypnosis, struggled against androids and vigilantes, sprinted down the mountainside to get his brother’s medication before Anti beat Dok to hell and back.
Facing his ex can’t be worse… probably?
“Come with me,” pleads Chase.
“Sure,” says Henrik. “Anywhere. Get up, then.”
Chase pushes himself to his feet and steps out into the living room, twisting his crinkle paper in his hands.
There’s no couch or anything to sit on, just bare space, so Stacy stands by the door, playing with a button of her jacket and frowning. She’s so pretty it almost takes Chase’s breath away. He sees her eyes flicker across his body - his cheap, torn jeans and his supermarket t-shirt. He wonders if she can see all his scars from here - the burned hands and gun-calloused fingers. The cuts along his arms and legs, so old and frequent he doesn’t even remember where each one came from.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” she says.
“I, um. How are you… here?”
She clears her throat and takes a step closer. “Friends got a call from Marv and Jackie. They told us you were here. The magicians were going to come with me, made all these plans… but I snuck off to come see you. Couldn’t wait any more.”
“Oh.”
“So… is Anti going to jump out and kill me in a few?”
Chase shakes his head. “Um. He’s dead.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Yeah.”
A pause.
“Are the kids - ?”
“I just don’t understand - ”
“Sorry, I’m totally messed up and I - ”
“If it was something I did I - ”
They cut off halfway through their rambling, meet each other’s eyes, and burst into giggles.
She’s stepping towards him, tears in her eyes, and he thinks he’s probably crying too.
“Hey, I have amnesia,” he chokes out. “We all do. And I’m really sorry for everything.”
“Oh,” she says weakly. “That explains it.”
“But I - I remembered you, moment to moment. Even when Anti would try to make me stop.”
“Thanks,” she says. “Well. I’m Stacy.”
“Stacy,” he breathes. “Nice to, um. Re-meet you.”
“Can I - can I give you a hug?”
“Okay,” he manages.
And she’s in his arms again.
She still makes him feel scared. But this - the warmth of her arms, the smell of her -
This is something worth remembering.
“Tell me everything that happened,” she begs. “Please.”
“It’s a long story,” he warns.
Her hand squeezes against his, pressing into that faded old burn.
“We have time.”
Anonymous asked:
Oof, that's a long story to tell. Well, to help out, us cameras can explain something. When Chase and Henrik didn't come home from the store, it was because Red, Anti, and Dapper kidnapped them in the parking lot, leaving Marvin scared and alone before he was taken too.
“I always figured Anti must have caught you,” she says, sitting at the table with Henrik and Chase. “When we realized Anti was close, Marvin told me he had to draw him off. He ran off somewhere and said he would let Anti get a hint of him. Just a hint, though. He was supposed to come back once things were more safe. But he never did.”
“So… what did you do?” asks Chase.
“Rebuilt my life in Sweden,” she sighs. “Just… stayed there with the kids. We felt safe with the magicians Marvin trusted. We still do. Leah and Colin and the rest have all made sure we had what we needed. Except the kids’ dad, of course.”
“So they’re okay?” Chase asks.
“Yeah, they’re okay,” says Stacy.
Chase slumps back in his chair, going pale again. If the answer had been no, he thinks he would have broken in half. “Can I see them?”
“Of course,” she answers. “They’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even tell them you all might be alive. Didn’t want to get their hopes up. But I don’t know how they’ll take it, either. But just - you know I’m going to be there through visits, right? And I’m not comfortable with you keeping them overnight or - ”
“Oh, no, Stacy, that’s fine,” breathes Chase, rubbing his face. “Shit, I don’t even know if I would be able to do that now anyway. Yeah, we gotta take this real slow.”
She smiles at him, earnest and sad at the same time.
“It’s really good to be on the same page as you for once.”
“We’re… we’re divorced?”
She reddens a little and nods at him. “But we’re going to make this work as parents, right? That’s what we were working on before all this happened.”
“We were figuring out how to get along?”
“Um, we were actually pretty much tearing each other apart before this all started,” admits Stacy, only turning redder. “But you’d be surprised how much being chased out of the country by a supernatural being who wants to kill you makes you realize just how unimportant most of those fights were. Like, who cares if you let Hunter watch PG-13 movies? There are a lot more important things.”
“I get that.”
“So… he really kidnapped you. And - like he did with Jameson and Jackie. He made you… puppets.”
Chase stares down at his feet for a long moment. “Yeah. He did.”
“It - did he treat you badly?”
Chase closes his eyes. “He… tried to make me believe that he didn’t. But he was a monster. And in the end he - ”
He can’t stop his eyes from flashing over to Henrik. Coated in scars that will never go away.
“It’s over now,” he tells Stacy. “That’s what matters.”
She puts her hand out. He reaches up and wraps his fingers around hers.
“I’m really glad you’re alive,” she says, very quiet. “And I know you don’t remember, but… I’m sorry for how things went down between us. Anything you need now, I will help with.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.
Anonymous asked:
Stacy seems a lot nicer than I was expecting! How are you doing Chase? Not getting too overwhelmed right? Remember to take this all slowly for your emotion's sake.
“Yeah, it’s pretty overwhelming,” breathes Chase. “But, um. I still want to try this. And I know this is probably even more overwhelming, but - but I want to see the kids as soon as I can. Is that - ”
“I’ll see how they react when I tell them you’re here,” says Stacy. “I think Izzy might need a little time.”
The door pushes open with a slam and all three of them jolt up to see Jackie and JJ in the doorway. Henrik and Chase exchange glances.
“Is she cool?” asks Jackie thunderously.
“She seems cool,” answers Chase weakly.
“Hmmmm.”
Anonymous asked:
She's cool Jackie, don't worry. She offered to let him see the kids and she's been very nice so far! Don't get too defensive, it'll be okay, she's family just like your brothers are.
“If Marvin were here, he’d tell you I’m cool,” Stacy insists.
“Yeah, well, he’s not,” snaps Jackie.
Stacy looks at Chase and Henrik, who give her shrugs in answer.
“Whatever,” mutters Jackie, throwing his shoes by the door. “I’m going to go lie down.”
Henrik and Chase blink at him. “What, just like that? You don’t mind?”
“Just call me if you need me.” He stalks down the hall, rubbing his hands across his scalp. Honestly, he’d rather be keeping an eye on her, but he knows he was about to blow up again, and he’s not having a repeat of last night. Screaming at Blue like that… scaring everybody…
He slams the door to his room, leaving the mirror in his closet, and flops onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. Here, the grief threatens to catch up with him - the grief and the hurt and the anger. He rubs at his face and keeps his breathing steady. He needs something to distract himself. His computer, maybe.
Anonymous asked:
The computer seems like a good distraction Jackie! Maybe you can practice your coding, or watch Into The Spiderverse again? Or torrent some more movies for all of you to watch? There's lots you can do when it comes to computers, which is why it might be good for distracting from a possible meltdown/burnout.
“We can’t afford internet, but I can steal some from the apartment downstairs if I really want it. But yeah, maybe I’ll just code for a while. Anything to avoid thinking about - you know. Everything.”
Anonymous asked:
Chase, what do you expect to happen when you see your kids? I know they'll be sad that you don't remember them, but hopefully it can all work out.
Chase chews at his lip, shaking his head. “I… don’t know. What is that even like? Your dad just disappears and then - then he just shows back up? But he doesn’t remember you? I don’t know anything about them. Maybe it’s better if I don’t see them at all.”
“Chase,” says Stacy. “Uncle Marvin promised them he’d come back. They never stopped hoping you all would. They knew that it was because of Anti that you disappeared… they knew that was why we had to run away and go somewhere new, and why JJ and Jackie never came home. Hunter cries for you all the time. They want to see you. It’ll be hard, yeah, but not as hard as never having Papa back.”
Chase wipes at his face, breathing out shakily. “Do you have any pictures of them?”
“I left my electronics with the magicians. Just in case Anti was here.”
“Oh, yeah. How old are they?”
“Izzy’s eight,” she says. “And Hunter’s five.”
“Five, wow,” he breathes. “I really just… forgot. I just remembered bits of when they were babies. But they’re so big.”
“Hunter just remembers that he loved Daddy and he wants him back. But Izzy - she’s big enough that she still remembers the divorce, and everything that led up to it. I think she’s a little angry, Chase. That she never got a chance to see you better. You were drinking a lot the last time we tried visits. She remembers that. She was the one who would have to go find one of her uncles to bring her home if she smelled it on you. Little kids, they remember that stuff.”
A deep shame opens up in Chase’s stomach like a chasm. He’s stiff and shaky against the table, rubbing at his crinkle paper.
“How’s your drinking now?”
“Anti didn’t allow that stuff,” Henrik comes to his aid easily. Maybe even proudly. “It’s not a problem anymore.”
Oh, fuck. Chase nods tersely and avoids their eyes.
“Good,” says Stacy, relaxing.
Oh, fuck, he’s a horrible father.
“Look, I need to get back before the magicians notice I’m gone and follow me here. I’m sure they’ll want to be there before you can meet the kids or anything. They’re good people, though, really. If you guys are really okay and Anti is dead, I’m sure we can convince them that you’re safe. Right?”
“Right,” says Chase weakly. He tries not to think about whiskey and bruised black eyes, about screaming and magic fire burning out of Marvin’s control. About Henrik staring listlessly out of the window and Jameson carving eyes into the walls.
They’re going to get it together. They have to.
Henrik and Stacy talk plans. He catches her up on what she needs to know and she provides him with her phone number. Chase thinks about how different things could be if Anti was here. How he could get inside his head and force him to trick her. Force her to give up the kids.
He was just a slave. And he’s still just a fucked-up drunk with nothing to offer them.
“Chase.” Henrik is gripping his hand, pulling him back to the present. “What’s the matter? Come, let’s say goodbye.”
They see Stacy out the door before Henrik turns back to him, worried. Chase slumps back into his chair and puts his face in his hands.
“Overwhelmed?” asks Henrik.
Chase nods.
“You did well. It’s going to be alright, Chase.”
Anonymous asked:
Chase, you still struggling with alcohol doesn't make you useless or make it mean you have nothing to offer them. You're an addict, it's true, but you don't become worthless just for being one. You have worth, you have value, and your family and your kids love you. Don't feel like a fuck up for relapsing, you're under a ton of stress. One step back doesn't erase the millions of little steps forward. -🎒
He nods to himself, cooking something in the kitchen while Henrik and JJ play cards on the floor of the living room. He’s trying to distract himself with spices and bread, but the truth is he’s going to have to face this, or it will just keep getting worse. He has to find a way to handle it.
“We’ve got to do something about the stress around here,” he mutters. “I - I can’t risk going back. You’re right, I’ve taken too many steps forward. If Anti locking me up was what it took to make me stop drinking the first time, it’s not like I can just go do that again. I have an addiction but… I want to be a good dad. I can’t let myself drink like that again. Fuck, I don’t even know what I was thinking, I just… gah. Stupid.”
He stirs the pot on the oven, glancing over at JJ and Henrik. He should tell someone, but he doesn’t think he could admit it to Henrik when he can imagine the look on his face. Jackie would be angry but try to hide it, because he hides everything these days. Jameson would probably be helpful, but Chase has never really confided in him before. He can’t really picture it at all.
He wishes Blue were here.
Anonymous asked:
Chase, you're still seeing a therapist right? They can probably recommend you to a local rehab group or group therapy to talk about your alcoholism. It could be helpful to talk to people who understand the feeling, yeah?
Chase shrinks in on himself slightly. “I… have not seen a therapist, no. I was supposed to. Jackie saw one, like once, before he got so bummed out. And JJ sees a psychiatrist at the hospital. That’s all.”
He runs his hands through his hair. Just the last bit of yellow at the end of his fringe, now. He’ll be all back to brown next time he cuts it.
“I guess I know I should see a therapist,” he says. “Like, I’ve always known. Anti really fucked me up. But I’ve been so busy trying to help Dok. Maybe him coming back to himself and Stacy showing up - that’s my cue that I need to start going. Even if it’s scary to think about. They could recommend me to more stuff.”
He lets a long, deep breath out of his chest.
“Okay. Yeah. I’ll try it.”
Anonymous asked:
Blue, are you doing okay? Stacy came to visit the others and if... if you want you could head home to meet her and the magicians within the next few days? You must be getting lonely in that old bus. I know it was a really low point for you, running away. You would be better off being with your family, being where you can be safe and healthy.
Stacy walks back through the city towards the library, lost in her thoughts. She gets cat-called and replies with a half-hearted middle finger, barely registering it.
In a way, she supposes there are good things about this. Chase doesn’t have to remember everything that happened between them - the screaming fights, the words they exchanged, how quickly they seemed to turn on each other, the shitty things that he did and the shitty things she did too. How their friends and his brothers ended up having to play mediators between them, getting involved in all their drama. They can move past that.
But he’s also forgotten the good times. What it was like to dance in their pajamas at midnight on New Years, playing old love songs from the computer. What it was like to be mum and dad together. Fuck, they were young. How she came to him sobbing and admitted she was pregnant, expecting him to freak out or leave her or yell - and instead he dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach and asked her to marry him with tears in his bluebird eyes, and wasn’t he so beautiful there in the afternoon light? And isn’t he still beautiful, more grown, more scarred, just as gentle as he ever was despite everything?
She arrives at the fountain beside the library and pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, unfolding it to reveal an image that is familiar to you: a lapwing bird, the same image tattooed onto Blue’s arm. When the reflection of the bird touches the water, the other dimension opens like a doorway before her, and she can press her hand through the water, and step out on the other side.
Maybe it’s because she’s so lost in her thoughts that for a moment, she does not recognize the person speaking with the magicians.
“It was like being half of who I was at the time,” he is saying, voice loud and confident. “I was so ill every day I thought I would die. And when it was given back to me - I was alive again, and none of the skill had left me. Like a limb was reattached. And I tore the darkness apart with that flame. Rebuilt the trees of the forest. I felt like a part of the earth again, and the earth listened when I spoke.”
Several of the Irish magicians who make their home base here in this mirror dimension and her Swedish friends, Leah and Colin, are crowded around him, listening intently and asking questions, occasionally reaching out to touch his arm or hand like they can’t believe he’s real. He has soft white hair and eyes blue as flame. His hands rise and fall as he speaks, and she sees the glitter of rings on his fingers and the swirl of tattoos. He seems to have his own internal light source. He seems to gleam.
“Couple days after that, my brothers and I went head-to-head with his mind tricks and tore them the hell apart. It made him weak enough we could beat him down, and when he was finally weak enough and begging like a coward, I put a knife in his goddamn heart and we burned what was left of him. Since then? I’m free of him, yeah.”
There’s excited shrieking from his feet as the magicians continue to quiz him and the person leans down and scoops up Stacy’s son into his arms, eagerly rocking Hunter up and down, up and down, fast enough to make him howl with laughter. Stacy steps out into the grand hall of the magicians and recognizes him.
“Marvin,” she breathes.
He turns to her smiling. Goddamn. Goddamn. He seems to glow.
“Hi,” he whispers, and the others around them fall silent too, in honor of the reunion. “I think I knew you once.”
“I think you did,” she answers quietly.
“It’s Uncle Marv!” screams Hunter, throwing his arms around his neck. “You found me!”
“I found you!” He kisses Hunter’s face and throws him into the air only to catch him again. “Here I am.”
Stacy steps up to him and touches his arm. Marvin smiles at her again, perhaps a little nervous closer up. She realizes Izzy is here too, just clinging to Marvin’s leg. But while Hunter is shouting and celebrating, Izzy is just hiding her face against his pants and clinging to him, silent. Stacy strokes her daughter’s hair, but she can’t pull her eyes off her sibling-in-law.
“I can’t believe this,” she says. “How did you lot find him?”
“We didn’t,” laughs Colin. “He remembered that his tattoo lets him into this place and just came down the stairs all of a sudden.”
“Unbelievable,” a second magician joins in. “He’s been missing for more than a year and then just comes back, just like that, alive.”
“I took some time away from my brothers,” says Marvin, a little shyly. “And I should go home, too - I will, soon. But I just… remembered a part of myself that existed outside of them, I think. Maybe I needed that. I’m safe now, though. And I’m not alone.”
“I can’t even believe my eyes.”
“Ah, am I that bad?” asks Marvin, a little red in the face.
“No,” she chuckles, touching his cheek. “You’re as beautiful as ever, pretty boy.”
Marvin smiles so wide his teeth seem to shine too.
“I missed you, Marv,” she confesses. “I really have.”
“We all have,” laughs Leah, beaming at him. “Can’t lose a great friend and a great magician without missing you.”
“You found us!” shrieks Hunter, throwing his arms around his neck. “You found me, Uncle Marvin!”
Marvin lifts him and catches him. Lifts him and catches him. Hunter is laughing and shouting and holding him.
“I love you, Marvin,” says Hunter, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
Blue holds him and spins him and picks Izzy up too, kissing her face, and she clings to him like all that matters in the world is there against his shoulder.
Marvin.
Coming from them, it really doesn’t sound like too bad of a name at all.
Anonymous asked:
I had no idea images could be used as passwords! That's honestly really cool, could the magicians explain how something like that works? Tattoo passwords seem awesome.
“I didn’t know that either,” says Marvin, turning to the nearest magician, a bear of a man with a wildly impressive beard. “How does that work?”
“You did know it, just forgot it,” replies the man genially, clapping his shoulder. “You helped create that magic, Marvin.”
“Mirror magic is an old art of magicians,” continues a young girl with a shock of red hair. “While most of us have our own unique Talent, there are certain spells like that that can be written down, passed on, and performed by anyone with magic. For the longest time, we just used passwords.”
“Right, spoken passwords,” says Colin. “But then your little brother developed mutism.”
Marvin blinks. “Yeah? So… we figured out a way around it?”
“Yeah! It was our first time trying out things like gesture passwords and imagery passwords. It took a couple years, but we figured it out. Now there’s really no way to get the secret password out of someone. You can’t torture or mind-control someone into revealing an image.”
Marvin brushes his fingers over the tattoo in his shoulder. “Must have meant a lot to me, I guess. To look into it that much.”
“Ugh, we spent the whole year hearing about how sweet your baby brother is,” chuckles the red-haired girl. “By the time we figured it out, you were practically an expert on mirror magic.”
Marvin smiles down at his shoes for a moment. He has a lot to make up for. A lot to rebuild.
But today, he actually feels like it’s possible.
Anonymous asked:
Magicians, why have you broken off contact with other groups of magicians? Were you in hiding after what happened to Marvin?
“Oh, yeah, what the fuck?” he cries.
“Marvin,” scolds Stacy, cupping Hunter’s ears.
“Oh, sorry. But seriously! My brother was in England and he said that the magicians there said they had heard nothing from you for more than a year. They thought Anti might have killed you all!”
“Ohhh, England,” says the bearded man. “Yes, there’s a very simple explanation for that, actually. They’re - ”
He pauses to cover Hunter’s ears.
“They’re DICKS.”
Marvin bursts into laughing, rubbing his head. “Are you joking?”
“No, we cut off all communication with the British magicians. I mean, it’s not that all of them are terrible, of course, but in the past decade or so they’ve become overrun by these monsters you wouldn’t believe. Old leaders who never grew out of outdated, discriminatory practices, young men and women who think they’re entitled to the world… it’s a mess.”
“What, and we’ve just left them to it?” asks Marvin, frowning. “Shouldn’t something be done? Jameson is British.”
“Unfortunately if we set out to correct every magical order with outdated practices we’d be at work in many of the countries in the world. Magical orders are notoriously independent - we barely communicate as is, and largely leave each other to our own devices. But still, there has been talk of it. Sending ambassadors, joining with other nations, and so on. We do communicate with a few British magicians who are not terrible and who want to improve things - the people on the inside who actually understand what’s going on with them - and we try to help if we can. But of course we’ve been so scattered this last year plans haven’t gone far.”
“Why scattered?” asks Marvin.
“Because you were missing,” answers the man, like it’s obvious. “Our leader disappeared.”
Anonymous asked:
Marvin you're their leader?! Holy shit!
“But this must be a lot to take in!” cries Leah. “You don’t have to go back to being in charge if you don’t want to, Marvin.”
“No, you do have to, actually,” protests the bearded man. “You do.”
“David here has been in charge since you vanished.”
“I’m dying, Marvin. I’m dying.”
“No, he’s not,” scowls the red-haired girl, elbowing him in the gut. “He just doesn’t like having to work. Marv, take your time.”
“We have a lot to go over, I guess,” laughs Marvin weakly. “Um. Was I a good leader?”
“Very good!”
“I liked you.”
“Yeah, chill.”
“Do I get to be called, like, High Witch or Dumbledore or something like that?” Marvin asks.
“If you want!”
“Oh, Marvin, stay for dinner! We’ll put something together quickly. I’ve got to call everyone! Sit, Marvin, tell us everything. And we’ll tell you everything. And just - everything!”
Anonymous asked:
Would it be possible to contact the Ravens? Just to let them know that everyone's okay and Anti is gone? Or is that not a good idea right now?
“Is that something I could do?” asks Marvin. “The Peruvian magicians? My brother made some friends over there.”
“Sure thing. I bet we have a contact method somewhere.”
“Dok will be happy,” says Marv, clapping his hands together. “I’ll talk to him about what he wants to say and then - yeah! We can let them know. That’s a good idea.”
Anonymous asked:
Welcome home, Marvin the Magnificent. Welcome back to yourself.
Soon people are starting up food and Leah and Colin are sharing baby pictures and new magicians are coming in from different portals across the country. Marvin tries to take it all in at once - he does not want to miss a moment of it. Glowing candle-light and friends he has forgotten, now coming back to him. Teenagers introducing themselves with awe in their eyes while the old women greet him like a child come home. The warm smell of everyone’s magic spun together and the unfamiliar familiarity of this place where he once worked and lead. He does not want to miss it.
But in the middle of all this, he has a smile just for you.
“Thank you,” he says, and in the light he is gold and white and blue, glowing like a star.
“Yeah,” he says. “This - this is the start of something. And at long last, I feel ready to start it.”
In a flame-lit hall set apart from the rest of the world, he sits down with his nephew and his niece and his sister and his friends, and he recognizes a part of himself he thought was gone forever, and for the first time in more than a year, he is able to see that Marvin the Magnificent was someone worth loving.
Like you told him all along.
“Yeah. Yes. Thank you.”
.
Anonymous asked:
Chase maybe you should spend some time with Noodle? You need to do something relaxing after a big stressful thing like that.
Chase sits in his nest with Noodle in his lap, pressing the side of his head into Noodle’s side. His cat purrs. He is a good cat. A big cat, now. A big, lanky cat who grew up from a kitten in what feels like minutes now.
Chase strokes his back. Slow and even. Calm. He needs to be calm.
“Chase?” asks Henrik, sticking his head in the door. “You ready to go?”
Deep breath. Okay. He can do this.
He tightens around Noodle’s body for a minute and kisses his cat’s head. His little companion.
“Hey,” he whispers for a second, scratching his head. “You are the only worthwhile thing Anti ever gave me. Just so you know.”
Noodle purrs at him, his eyes sliding shut. Chase kisses him one more time and then gets up, squaring his shoulders.
“Yeah,” he says. “Let’s go.”
It’s been so long. How could he let fear delay seeing them any longer?
Anonymous asked:
Finally time to see your kids Chase? I'm sure they'll be so happy!
“Yeah, here’s hoping,” he says, clutching his hands together. “Yeah.”
He sits at a bench in the park a couple blocks away with Henrik, Jackie, and JJ closeby. Henrik is waiting with him while JJ and Jackie throw a frisbee they found in the bushes.
“Here she comes,” says Henrik, reaching out to touch Chase’s hands.
And Stacy’s beautiful, and Stacy’s a piece of him, and Stacy is a memory and a presence to him - but she is gone the moment he sees Hunter. She disappears.
There’s just him. In the whole world, there’s just him.
Chase can feel the blood pounding in his head, deafening him. He stands up and moves forward, and he sees that little boy tug away from his mother’s hand and come sprinting towards him on his tiny, chubby legs, and Chase is on his knees and reaching for him -
Hunter.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”
He wishes that Hunter were screaming with joy as they wrap together, but as his awareness comes and goes in numb waves, he hears that Hunter is screaming like he’s in pain, squeezing Chase so hard he will leave little fingernail marks in his skin. Hunter is sobbing and shrieking. Chase bows over in the grass, hugging him to his chest, and Hunter’s legs and arms are wrapped around him so tight that even if Chase let go, Hunter would cling to him like a monkey. Chase rocks him up and down, kneeling on the ground, while his baby screams and cries and holds him.
He can’t speak or breathe. There’s nothing but this. His son has black hair and his mother’s onyx eyes, deep as the ocean. He is small for his age, wearing a blue shirt with a goldfish on it and green shorts. He has freckles all over his face. Chase kisses them even though Hunter’s nose is running and he’s crying wildly. He squishes him back to his chest and stills, and they hold each other there against the grass, and Chase does not let him go.
People have stopped to watch them in the park from the fuss they’re making, but Chase doesn’t notice, and Jackie stands in front of them if people get too close, guarding. Chase rocks Hunter and tries to remember how to breathe.
“My baby,” he whispers. “My son.”
“Where is the girl?” Henrik asks Stacy quietly, stepping towards her.
“She’s, um. Back at the entrance to the park with Marvin.”
“With Marvin?”
“Long story. Just… she’s not quite as eager as Hunter. That’s all. Marvin’s talking to her.”
Anonymous asked:
Why is Izzy so reluctant? Is everything okay? These are some big emotions for some little kids :(
“Where’s my daughter?” asks Chase, trying to get to his feet, though his legs are shaky. “Is she - ?”
“Daddy, don’t go!” screams Hunter, clawing at him as he feels him adjust. “Don’t go, Daddy!”
“Okay, baby, here I am, here I am,” Chase hushes him, pulling him with him as he rises and rocking Hunter against his chest.
“Papa, don’t leave again!”
“No, baby, no,” croaks Chase, cupping his head. “No, I won’t…”
Stacy comes over to them and sets her hand on Hunter’s back, rubbing down his spine. “Papa’s not going away again, okay?” she hushes, and when Chase pulls her closer to him, she doesn’t protest. “Mommy and Daddy are right here.”
Hunter weeps and Chase shakes as he feels Stacy put her head down on his shoulder and cry too, stroking their son’s back. They are big emotions for little kids. Too big. Not for the first time, the reality of how much Anti took from him rolls over Chase, and he shudders through the hatred and the pain of it. For all that he fought for his brothers in the end, he thinks holding Hunter like this even once would have broken Anti’s grip on him forever. He could have stabbed Anti himself.
“Izzy’s just angry that you were taken away,” says Stacy, rubbing his back too for a second. “She has such big emotions already, and then something like this - the temper on that girl. She throws fits. She’s just really missed you, Chase, that’s all. She wants to understand what happened but we never had the answers. We weren’t sure if you would ever come home. She’s just angry and afraid of losing you again.”
“I’ll go talk to her,” breathes Chase. “I… I don’t know, I’ll - I have to see her.”
He actually sees Blue, now that he looks, kneeling to talk with a figure in front of him, his back to Chase. Blue reaches out to smooth away long dark hair. Something in Chase’s chest heaves. He curls around his son.
“Hunt, will you stay with Mum while I go talk to your sister?”
“No, Daddy, no!”
“I’m just going to go right over there, Hunter. Do you see?”
“Hunter, you can say hi to Uncle Jackie and JJ and Sheep!” Stacy encourages him, pulling him away from Chase. He whimpers but doesn’t struggle. “And then Papa will come right back.”
“Right back, Papa.”
“Yes, sweetie, right back, yes. Yes.”
.
“What’s the matter, darling?”
“I don’t want to see Daddy.” She hides her face against his legs as he runs his hands through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. “I don’t want to.”
“Why, Izzy?”
She just cries louder, squeezing his pants leg. Blue brushes at her head, beginning to pull her hair into a braid.
“Your dad has really missed you, you know,” says Blue. “He has really wanted to see you.”
“I don’t want Dad to have forgotten me. That’s not fair!”
Her voice rises to a scream and then breaks into crying again.
“I know, cherie,” murmurs Blue. “I know it isn’t.”
He sees Chase coming towards them. “Darling, will you just say hi to him?”
“No, no!”
“Izzy - ”
“I don’t want to see you, Papa!” she screams, tearing away from Blue. Chase stops dead in his tracks. “I want you to go away!”
“Izzy,” says Chase. “If I could just - ”
“I said go away!”
Blue is no longer holding Izzy against his legs.
She is not close to him.
In a single moment - in a single flicker of light, a flash of movement - she is in front of her father.
Chase crashes backwards, gaping. He hears Jackie howl in alarm somewhere behind him and Stacy calls Izzy’s name. Blue dashes forward to scoop her up and hide her before anyone sees, but Izzy whirls on Chase again, and he sees her eyes flash red.
His daughter just glitched.
Anonymous asked:
Woah what the hell just happened! Izzy has magic? Anti is dead, it's not him, don't let fear overwhelm you guys.
“That’s not normal, that was like him, don’t let her - ”
“Jackie, watch it!” snarls Blue, turning on him immediately. “Go sit your ass down. I’ll explain everything in a minute, but you keep your mouth shut, alright?”
Jackie clamps down on his tongue, eyes wild. He grabs Chase’s shirt and drags him to his feet, hauling him back towards the bench. He passes Stacy and Chase meets her eyes, a look of concern flashing between them, but he doesn’t see fear in her face.
She knows what’s going on. This is normal. This is just Izzy.
Okay, he thinks. Then it’s fine.
“Magic,” he mutters. “Like Blue.”
“Not like Blue, why would she transport like him?” asks Jackie, panicked. He grabs JJ’s arm and for a second Chase thinks he’s going to throw him right over his shoulder and carry him home, but he manages to control himself. After a moment, Jackie shudders out a breath and sinks into the grass, holding his head in his hands. “That gave me a start.”
“It makes sense though,” says Henrik quickly, pacing in the grass beside them. “When I was with the magicians I asked them questions about how such things happen. They said there is a genetic component, yes, but for the most part magic is triggered in young children by exposure to other magic. Izzy has the genetic component given that she is a blood relative of Jameson and Marvin.”
“And she would have had plenty of chances to be exposed,” mumbles Chase, glancing back towards his daughter, who is being comforted by both her mother and her uncle.
“It wasn’t just exposure, though,” warns Henrik. “It was like - like scary exposure. Forms of trauma. The need to protect one’s self. While running away from Anti, we must have encountered him at one point.”
“And that would trigger it in her,” signs JJ. “Replicating Anti… to get away from him.”
“Dad, does Izzy gotta go home now?”
Chase turns quickly to see Hunter coming towards him, sort of abandoned in between the two groups. “Oh, honey.” He scoops him up and sits down with him. He tries bouncing him on his leg, but Hunter just scoots forward and lies against his chest, hugging his neck. “I think we better just give her a moment to have some calm-down time.”
Jackie watches from afar as Blue rocks Izzy and pets her hair, his niece crying into his shirt. Henrik sets a hand on his shoulder. “Jackie. We’re okay. Calm breaths.”
Jackie shakes his head, rubbing at his face. How much better Blue looks after only two days away from him.
“You can say hi to your uncles like Mommy said,” offers Chase, pointing at them. “Do you remember your uncles?”
Hunter puts his thumb in his mouth and shrugs, hiding in Dad’s shirt. JJ plucks at the grass and Jackie and Henrik exchange glances, silent.
Anonymous asked:
Wait wait wait wait, what the fuck? Did that really happen? Oh no, I'm already starting to think the worst possible explanations
“I don’t know,” says Chase. “I don’t… remember.”
“She could have just - maybe picked it up genetically?” offers Henrik. “Similar magic?”
“Don’t say that,” mumbles Jackie.
“Anti could have even caught her,” breathes Chase. “What if she had to get away from him? Or she was there when the house was burning? I should have - I should have killed him myself.”
“Papa?” says Hunter.
“Yes, my Hunter.” Chase strokes his hair.
“Is my bad uncle going to come back again?”
“No. No, Hunt. He’s gone forever.”
Hunter nuzzles against his father’s neck.
Anonymous asked:
So Izzy is a young magician? Stacy, did you all have an encounter with Anti while running from him? Izzy could have these particular powers because of that. How long has she been glitching about? Does she have other powers?
“Maybe we should take her home. She can’t be out in public if this is happening.”
“No, she can handle it, Stace,” says Blue, voice steady. “She’s a strong girl, she can handle it.”
Izzy is buried in his chest again, tired now.
“This started around the time Anti was hunting us, yes,” says Stacy, pushing hair from her face. “Marvin was helping her with it as best he could. I didn’t know anything about it except that Marvin was a magician. It was terrifying at first. She would transport miles away and I would have no idea where my daughter had gone, while a real life horror movie monster was chasing us.”
Stacy strokes Izzy’s back. “Marvin taught her the basics, but it was terrible after Chase and Henrik disappeared. She would glitch out of bed during nightmares, glitch up onto something high and not be able to get down, glitch into things and get stuck and terrified until we could help her glitch out again… the Swedish magicians have been our help for years now, I don’t know what we’d do without them.
"There’s no other powers, but she can glitch directly into or through things without knowing what’s on the other side or anything like that. Sometimes, when she does it, she breaks electronics like he did…
"We encountered him just once, the night he burned the house down. Chase and Henrik and Marvin ran to come get us. It wasn’t safe anymore. He had gone after other people we loved - a man Marvin was seeing, a friend of Henrik’s at work… He was there as we drove away, coming after us down the road - glitching out billboards, flashing towards us. We threw the phones out the window and just kept running. Hunter didn’t understand enough, but I think she did. I think she still remembers that whole day. What that fear was like. Chase was burned… passed out in the car from the smoke. She was just there in her carseat while Henrik wrapped him up and everyone was yelling. Left our home behind and just… ran.”
Izzy is quiet in Blue’s arms, held against his chest. She’s heavy but he will not let her go.
“And then she lost her dad, and her uncles, and we were all but alone in a new place, and we didn’t know when or if Anti would find us. She never lost that fear. She’s only nine.”
Anonymous asked:
Does Hunter remember the others or just Chase? I want to say he's just nervous, but given the time line split it's possible he only remembers his dad. Izzy clearly remembers it all though, so?
“I remember mostly kind of,” says Hunter, looking up at his dad. “Cause Uncle JJ was just born, but he’s a grown-up still.”
Chase snorts. “Is that how we put it?”
“Cause it was Halloween and then we were trick or treating and Mum got called and you said ‘don’t come over!’ Cause my bad uncle came with him.”
Chase glances over at Jameson, who is still just picking at the grass.
“You have a good memory for a little one,” says Henrik. He looks down at the child and feels a deep sense of shame to have forgotten his own nephew. He knows it’s not his fault, but that doesn’t really make it better. He kneels down in front of Chase and smiles at Hunter as best he can, even if he’s uncomfortable. “Do you remember me?”
“Uncle Sheep,” says Hunter, squirming shyly against Chase’s chest.
Henrik laughs a bubbling laugh and smiles with his crooked front teeth. “Yes,” he says quietly, patting his leg. “Uncle Sheep.”
“Chase!”
He looks over to see Stacy waving for him. Chase sits up straight and pats Hunter’s head. “Hunt, can you wait here with Uncle Sheep while I go check on your sister?”
“Mh. Okay, Dad. Not for too long, though.”
“Okay, sweetie, there’s my darling.”
Anonymous asked:
Marvin, Jackie is feeling a bit like you're better off after being away from him. Can you give him some reassurances? If you want to, of course, I know things are still tense.
Chase moves towards Izzy and Stacy while Marvin returns to the others, trying to smile despite a synth wave of nerves tightening in his stomach. Henrik and Jackie look up at him as he approaches. JJ plucks grass.
“Um. Hi,” says Marvin.
“Thought you were staying on the bus,” says Jackie numbly.
“Well, I… remembered some things.”
“Oh. Good, then.”
A dry silence. Hunter is following a grasshopper through the grass, crawling towards Jameson for a moment. JJ jumps and gets to his feet, walking towards a nearby tree and sitting down again, turning his back to the others. Marvin only catches his gaze for a second, but it’s long enough for him to see the bandages wrapped around his face from the cut he gave him. His fists curl and uncurl. He stares at the ground.
“I just thought I’d catch you up on Izzy’s power,” says Marvin. “I know it’s a little out of the blue. But magic starts young in kids and - ”
“Henrik explained,” says Jackie.
Henrik flashes a peace sign.
“Oh. Great.”
“Yeah, good. You’re still feeling well, Schneep?”
“Fine, really.”
“Great.”
Hunter has caught the grasshopper, playing with it in his hands. Nobody else does anything.
“Um, Jackie, can we talk over here?” asks Marvin weakly, pointing away from the group.
Jackie flushes. “I think I better stay here and make sure everything’s okay,” he answers, gaze moving away from Marvin and refusing to come back again.
“Jackie - ”
“Blue,” says Jackie tightly. “We’re just going to fight again. So how about we just… don’t, okay?”
Marvin stares at him, blinking. He sighs and shakes his head, feet shifting uncertainly in the grass.
“You can call me Marvin.”
“What?”
“You can call me Marvin,” he repeats, quieter still.
It’s Jackie’s turn to stare at him. Some of the heat leaves his face.
“Oh,” he says again. “Good. Great, that’s… yeah, you just needed some time away, that’s…”
He gets up and stalks over to join JJ by the tree, fists clenched.
“Jackie!”
Anonymous asked:
JJ are you feeling okay? I know you're owed quite a few apologies around this group, so if you're bitter it's understandable.
“Not bitter,” he replies lightly, shooting you a small smile. “No worries. Just not good around people I don’t know. Anymore. I think it’s better if I have some space from the kids. And Stacy. I’m just - just meant to stick with my brothers.”
He pauses, plucking at the grass again.
“Not really sure I want to talk to Blue now, though,” he adds. “Just a quiet day in the park, please. I don’t want to get… put back in that headspace again.”
scunneredzombie asked:
Jackie, what's upset you? Marvin is back with you and they're willing to talk. Wouldn't it be good to talk and fix things between you two?
“Jackie.”
He can hear his twin coming after him, but he doesn’t turn.
“Rose!”
Marvin catches his shoulder, pulling him back to him. “Talk to me.”
Jackie flashes him a look, eyes watering, and turns away again. Marvin squeezes his shoulder, blowing out a breath of air.
“Can’t talk or choosing not to talk?”
Jackie shrugs, mouth trembling a little. Marvin sighs and steers him to the side.
“Let’s go talk, okay? If you can. Come on.”
They sit on a bench closer to the pond in the park. Marvin decides to give Jackie a little time, and, after confirming no strangers are close, he uses a little magic to grow hyacinth in the water of the pond. A group of ducks goes nuts.
“I can’t make you happy,” manages Jackie, wiping at his face. “I’ve never been able to.”
“Jackie, it’s not about that, dammit, it’s not your job to make me happy!”
“Then what am I even here for?” snaps Jackie, turning on him.
“For yourself, Jackie, shit!”
“Yeah, well, that sucks,” he snarls. “I don’t care, I just want to - I just - I can’t make ANY of you happy and I’m just shit at this and I - I - ”
Jackie lets his head fall back against the back of the bench, burying his face in his hands. Marvin lets out a sigh that’s almost a scream of frustration, grabbing his hand and letting his own head fall against Jackie’s shoulder.
“Jackie,” he groans. “I can’t… can’t force you to understand you’re worth more than your ability to be an overprotective, overinvolved older brother. Oh, honey, what am I going to do with you?”
Anonymous asked:
Jackie, starlight boy, burning flame. You are important too. You deserve to be happy just the same as your brothers. Anti's rules don't matter here. You are a separate being from your family. You are a whole person all on your own. You deserve happiness and comfort, and you won't achieve that through working yourself to death and pushing yourself to the brink trying to make everyone happy. You need to listen to Marvin. Be there for yourself for a change. Bring joy to yourself instead of the others, just every now and again. Start slow, but this needs to change.
“What does this have to do with Anti’s rules?” spits Jackie, kneading at his hands. “I’m not like him anymore.”
“Jackie, you still just act like big brother a hundred percent of the time.”
“I am big brother! A hundred percent of the time!”
“Would you listen to everyone for a second?” Marvin demands, taking hold of his shoulder. “You have to look after yourself too. I know it’s only been a couple days, but I just needed some time to get my head straight without worrying about… how I’m not what any of you need me to be, or how embarrassed I feel when you see me weak… I didn’t want to admit how much I need to work on myself because it was scary to face that. And because - well, I hated myself, Jackie.”
Jackie looks up at him, eyebrows drawn back.
“I hated Marvin for not being able to save everyone,” he says. “I wanted to separate myself from all the pain he went through, but I couldn’t. Blue - Blue was the person I became to survive. The truth is I don’t think I was ready to put that person aside because I didn’t feel safe being Marvin yet. I was scared of how much brokenness I would have to admit to, how much I would have to feel, and how much work it’s going to take to start healing. So I just… stayed Blue.”
“How did you stop being scared?” asks Jackie weakly.
“I’m still terrified! Are you joking? It makes my heart race just thinking about it. But I realized that I have to start taking steps or I’ll be stuck as miserable, hurting Blue forever - and what’s worse, I will drive you all away too. Blue only knows how to fight and take care of you all in emergencies. Marvin - he’s his own person too. I have to start being him again. And you, Jackie, Ro - you are everything to us. We all love you. Even if we didn’t, you’d still be worth loving and you’d still deserve some joy for yourself.”
Jackie kicks at the dirt beneath his feet, shaking his head.
“Jackie,” sighs Marvin. “Have you been doing anything for yourself at all these past couple weeks?”
“What do you mean? I got a job, I found us an apartment, I found Chase’s kids, I - ”
“That’s all been for us,” Marvin protests. “All of it.”
“I went to therapy!”
“Once, Jackie! And even then I think you were doing it for us!”
He doesn’t have an answer for that. Digs the toes of his shoes into the ground and closes his eyes.
“Aren’t there things that you want? Aren’t there things that you feel that you need to process? Why have we been avoiding each other, Jackie? Why don’t you spend time with me anymore? Why are you hiding yourself and everything you want from me?”
Anonymous asked:
Good question Marvin. Jackie, what are you avoiding? What are you escaping by being an overinvolved workaholic and avoiding emotions with your brothers? You seem so miserable below the facade of being 'big brother the provider', surely you have emotions you need to talk about. You need something for yourself, you need to care about Jackie too, not just the others. You deserve to look after /you/ too.
“You going to talk to me about it?” asks Marvin.
Jackie stares down at the ground. His fists are clenched against his knees.
“Jackie. What’s the problem? What’s the fear?”
But his brother doesn’t say anything.
Marvin rubs at his head and leans back against the bench, touching Jackie’s gloved hand.
“Break in half,” whispers Jackie.
“What?”
Jackie has gone silent again. Marvin waits a long time, but he doesn’t say anything more. Marvin squeezes his palm and rests his head on his shoulder for a minute, frustrated and worried at the same time. He plants a kiss there against his twin’s shoulder, exhausted.
“I’m sorry we fought. That I ran off like that. That I scared you. I love you.”
Jackie nods rapidly.
Anonymous asked:
I think Jackie means he's trying to avoid a breakdown by working and focusing on you guys because he can't face his own trauma without crashing and burning, breaking in two. Am I close JBM?
Marvin’s brow furrows as he tries to meet Jackie’s eyes, but his brother just turns his head away, shrinking in on himself and clutching his ribs like he has a stomachache. Marvin rubs at his back, setting his head down again.
“My Roser…”
“I don’t want to talk about this, Marv,” protests Jackie.
“Because you’ll get upset?”
Jackie groans, rocking his torso back and forth.
“Well, we don’t have to, okay?” murmurs Marvin, keeping a steady pressure on his back. “But even if you’re scared of what will happen, at some point you have to start dealing with how you feel, Jackie. Love, you’re miserable. I’m sorry I’ve been too self-absorbed to help, I truly am. I think I wanted you to save me from myself, but - ”
“Then I should have!” cries Jackie. “Then I should have been there and I - ”
“Jackie! I’m the only one who can save me from myself. I just need help sometimes… not saving. And I know you would have done what you could if I had reached out and just asked. You have to start dealing with your own shit too. Because I know how it feels to just be holding on to the hope that things will magically get better, but the truth is that even if the rest of us were all suddenly happy, that wouldn’t make you happy too, Jackie. You’re holding on to something that’s not going to happen. And I don’t want to see it all come crashing down around you. Please - find a healthy way to start dealing with this shit. I don’t want to see you miserable anymore. I love you. And Jackie… if you really can’t get through this without breaking in half - then break, Jackie. And let us, for once, pick up some of your pieces.”
Jackie’s eyes are red, his mouth shaking. He pulls on his hair and hides his face between his wrists. “No more talking.”
Anonymous asked:
Might be best to drop it for now Marv. But Jackie, they're right. It's okay to break down sometimes. It's not your responsibility to make things perfect, you have limits and trauma too. Keep that in mind, and keep going go therapy. Your family is here for you.
“Okay,” sighs Marvin. “That’s enough for now. Sorry if I lectured… I know I’m the one who messed things up. Well, neither of us should have acted the way we did. I’m just worried about you.”
“But you’re coming home tonight. Things will be better.”
“Jackie. I think maybe JJ could use a little more space. Besides, I really can’t come home until I’m sure the two of us aren’t going to fight like we did again. That wasn’t fair to ourselves or each other - and especially not to our brothers.”
“What? No, you’re coming home tonight.”
Marvin shakes his head at him. “Jackie. Please don’t start.”
“I want you to come home! Now! Where are you staying?”
“I’m staying with some of the magicians in town. I - ”
“Where?”
“I don’t really think you need to know.”
“Don’t need to know? You’re going to stay with strangers and I won’t even know where? What, you’re scared I’m going to come and embarrass you? You don’t want to see me? You don’t - ”
“Jackie, stop!” Marvin snaps, clapping his hands in front of his face. “We are not shouting at each other anymore, period! You need to start doing things for yourself. You need to get rid of all this pent-up fury and all this fucking pain and just - gah! You’re driving me crazy, love, don’t you know I’m in the same position as you, feeling like I can’t help you heal? You have to start making steps for yourself, Jackie, have to, have to.”
“And then you’ll come home?”
“Yes, I swear. When I feel ready and we’re both working on things, yes. I never want to scream at you like that again, Jackie. Do you understand that?”
“You could come home and not scream,” offers Jackie. “Please.”
Marvin hugs him to his chest, rubbing his shoulder. “I’m going to go check on Stacy. Just think about what I’ve said, and listen to the cameras, okay? You can call Stacy’s phone if you need me. Come on, give me a hug goodbye.”
Jackie pulls him reluctantly against his side, buzzing with frustration. He squeezes Marvin so tight he hears him grunt before he lets him go again.
“My Roser,” says Marvin again, fondly, and Jackie reaches out to run his thumb over the silver rose ring on his finger before he lets his twin walk away again.
Anonymous asked:
I'm so proud of you Marvin. You finally know you are someone worth loving, someone worthy of healing and happiness. Don't let this realization slip away, keep finding yourself and growing past the pain. You deserve it, you deserve to heal.
Marvin smiles weakly, letting a white rose bloom between his fingers, the petals soft against his hand. “Thank you. I’m trying my best. It’s going to be a lot of work. But I don’t want to let this go again. Don’t want to let my fear rule me anymore. I have to get better - for them, but for me, too. I deserve that. Marvin deserves that. Even though he’s made mistakes.”
He steels himself before returning to Stacy and takes a detour towards the tree by the benches.
“Jamie?” he calls quietly.
His little brother looks up with one big, clear blue eye. Marvin breathes deeply and forces himself to look at the bandage around the other side of his face. The pain that he gave to him because he let himself lose control.
“Hey,” he says, trying to smile, without much luck. “I know you’re not really ready to talk and that’s okay. I’ll try you again sometime. But for now, I just wanted to say I’m really sorry… and I lied when I said I didn’t love you.”
Jameson stares up at him. Marvin leans carefully down and offers him the white rose, which JJ accepts with a tiny smile and curling white fingers.
“You are a piece of my heart,” Marvin says quietly. “And I’m sorry I tried to forget that. I will do what I can to make it up to you.”
Jameson smiles shyly up at him. Marvin lets his fingers scratch over his brother’s beard, just for a moment, before rising and turning away.
Anonymous asked:
Jackie you have to start doing things for yourself. You are deserving. You are worthy without even having to try. You matter to your brothers, you matter to Stacy and the kids, you matter to Max. You should do things just for you, like the yo-yo you got. Things that you do just to make yourself happy, with no relation to the others. Try it, please? Just to see how good it helps you feel, how brave and strong it helps you become.
Jackie sighs out, slumping back on the bench. Even thinking about some of the things he wants… it’s so scary. Not just what he would feel and how it could hurt, but the way he could be rejected, let down, left still unhappy even after he tried to get better. It’s not fair. It’s too hard. He wishes the things that made him sad were just enemies he could beat up or faults in the code on his computer screen.
There’s a tongue-click behind him and he looks over his shoulder to see Jamie coming towards him, a flower big as his palm in one hand. He leans over the back of the bench and drapes himself over Jackie’s shoulders, grinning at him from the side. Jackie chuckles, messing up his hair. JJ comes to sit down beside him and rests against his side, petting the rose as he examines it, quiet by the pond as the ducks race in circles and weave through the water.
So happiness, Jackie supposes, is not completely elusive. But he’s going to figure out how to start getting it for himself - and that, if he’s honest, sounds harder than killing a monster.
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