Short Marvin and JJ fic because I have dappermagic on the brain <3
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Marvin walks through the front door, tossing their hair over their shoulder with a sigh. They step over the mess of shoes by the door and hang up their keys. Their face sags slightly, boredom and a subtle tight strain making their features look angry.
That all changes as their supernaturally good hearing picks up the shuffle of socks on the wooden hall. They look up, and find Jameson smiling at them sweetly, his hands folded in front of him. He's in a dress shirt and corduroy pants, despite not leaving the house today.
"Je t'aime, Jamie, Jamieeee~" Marvin sing-songs as they approach him, throwing arms around him. JJ's hissing laughter warms every bit of cold in them as the two wrap together. Marvin nuzzles against the slightly taller man's neck, and Jameson cups their head against himself, letting out a gentle whistle.
"Rough day?" he questions, pulling back to sign.
"Mmm," Marvin hums, eyes closing. "Just the monotony of it all I guess. I miss the theater, is all."
JJ frowns, looking over their bedraggled appearance. He lets go of the hug, coaxing a displeased whine from Marvin, and disappears down the hall. Marvin takes off their coat in the meantime, too used to JJ's random bouts of ideas to complain. Their partner comes out of the bedrooms carrying nearly every blanket they own in a massive stack that threatens to topple him over. Marvin yelps and rushes to grab the other side, laughing.
"James, what are you doing?" They know he can't respond properly with his hands full, but he winks at them and begins waddling them towards the small sitting room where the telly is. Marvin can't help laughing again at their awkward hobbling, but the blankets are successfully deposited on the floor in front of the couch.
Jameson smiles, hands on his hips proudly. He scurries into the kitchen and grabs their two kitchen chairs, and Marvin just watches on with a faint smile. JJ sets up blankets across the chairs, places the couch cushions and pillows on the floor beneath, and then covers them in the two softest blankets they own.
He turns back to look at his partner with that beautiful, wide grin with crooked teeth, holding all the joy in the world right there. "Blanket fort!" He grabs the remote from the table and waves it, signing around it. "And we can watch that show you hate!"
Marvin tsks, shaking their head at him. "Comfy forts, hate binging The Witcher, goddammit you are just fishing for boyfriend points today, blue bird." They break into a smile, the weariness falling away. "The only thing that would make it better is..."
"My famous caramel popcorn!"
"You know it, baby."
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An hour or so of popcorn making passes as Marvin practically dozes on the fort, petting their softest blanket - the black one with an ouija board printed on it - absentmindedly. Jameson comes in holding the biggest bowl they own aloft. He whistles a triumphant tune and plops down besides them. Marvin immediately digs their hand into the still warm popcorn, not caring about the slight burn. They dig their fangs into it greedily, making their partner laugh breathily. Jameson cuddles against them and starts up the show, more than ready to listen to Marvin critique every little detail.
They settle together as the sun begins going down, illuminated only by the television and the warm yellow light of the lamp on the side-table. Marvin sighs, leaning their full weight against Jameson's chest. "Thank you, baby. Je t'aime Jamieeeee," They drawl, pinching his cheek to make him giggle. JJ hugs them tightly.
"Never forget how much you mean to me. Boring cashier or flashy magician, you're magnificent. I'll remind you every day if I have to."
Marvin grins toothily, flushing and hiding their smile against his shoulder, cuddled up safe and warm. "Oh hush it, ya sap!"
