We'll Be Fine (WhizzVin Angst)

So, in language arts, we were assigned to write a short story including the quote, "If anyone asks, tell them that we're fine." So my friend and I thought of Marvin and Whizzer in an earlier time period where homosexuality was deemed illegal. We chose the 1890s. It's really shitty but please enjoy anyways. This is all is Marvin's PoV.

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING:: DEATH, AND MENTIONS OF HOMOPHOBIA ((sorta...not really?))

It was a typical, cold, winter morning in New York in the 1890s. I woke up before the sun rose and got ready for my day at work. My lover, Whizzer, was still asleep, looking rather pale green. He had been quite ill lately but no matter what we tried he always seemed to get worse. I frown and approach the sleeping figure, planting a small kiss on his temple before exiting our small second class home and beginning my long walk to work.

As of now, Whizzer and I's relationship has been a complete secret. The only one I think could leak it would be my son, Jason, or ex-wife, Trina. On that note, Trina probably will soon enough. Oh God. I was snapped out of my trans as a small blonde Newsboy, 5, 6 years old, maybe 7, approached me. He had a crutch under his arm as well. ((A/N shameless Newsies cameo *cOuGH*)) He asked me kindly to buy a newspaper from him and I willingly obliged. I hand the boy a few dimes I had and he gave me the paper. His smile brightened and he thanked me. I smile in return and wave slightly to the young child and continue my walk to work.

~~Time-Skip brought to you by Wheezer Bronze~~

After two or three hours of tedious and almost painful work, an unexpected visitor bursts through the door, hurtling himself towards me at full speed. "Marvin! Marvin!!" Whizzer shouted at me as he ran. Once he got to me he almost collapsed into my arms as he heavily panted. He had this awful look of fear and distress on his face. "What? What is it??" I ask, my fear and anxiety quickly rising. "Th-They...they...We've been caught!" He told me. I went frozen. "Wh-what!!?" "Trina told the government everything. They're after us right now!! Marvin, we need to---" he was cutoff by banging on the door followed by "OPEN UP!!" being shouting by an official.

Without thinking, I take Whizzer's wrist tightly and bolt out of the back way, my ill lover following hesitantly behind. The officials caught us and soon were running after us, shooting at us. The bullets missed us, some by an inch and some by a mile. All. But one. The one that struck Whizzer in the leg. He fell down. I yell his name, shakily running back over and trying to get him somewhere safe. I eventually make into the small nearby patch of trees and wood, taking the handkerchief from my pocket and wrapping it tight around the laying man's gun wound, his head laid on my leg.

Tears were now streaming down both Whizzer's calm but very hot and pale face and my bright red anxiety-ridden one. He took my arm and pulled it from my face, looking up at me with a genuine and soft smile. "Hey..." a loud sickly cough that shattered my heart further, interrupted him, "If anyone asks......tell them..that...that we're fine! Because...we are.. we'll be fine...just fine.." He said right before closing his eyes. He slowly went cold and limp. I knew what it meant but I didn't want to believe it, "Whizzer??? Whiz...Whizzer...Whizzer, no..God, Whizzer no...please dear god no...dont...dont Do this...not now...not today...not ever..." I mumble as I hold his head to my pounding chest with one arm, my other arm draped over his abdomen. "Whizzer.....just know that this is all my fault...and..it shouldn't have been you to suffer like this....im sorry...im so sorry whizz...." I mutter into his chest, my voice hoarse and raspy.

"If anyone asks......tell them..that...that we're fine! Because...we are.. we'll be fine...just fine.."

"Yup....we're fine..."

"Just fine.."

So that was my first ever fic. I think it's alright? Maybe? Idk?