Of Pink Hair and Spanish Flair
I don't own the Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
WARNING!: This series is about CupidxJuandissimo. Don't like, don't read.
In this series, their relationship will range from just plain friendship/on the edge of romance to them being actual lovers.
This particular one-shot is set during Wishology: The Exciting Middle Part. In this, they're friends on the edge of romance.
Word: Prison.
…
It was pretty dark in the cell they had been put in.
Since the Eliminators had closed off the cell with a large metal blind of some sort, their view of the outside had been lost. Which stunk really, but, hey, what were they to do? Their wands had been taken when they were all rounded up, which meant Juandissimo had to put up without a shirt, since he'd ripped his off earlier. It was chilly in the cell, but he could put up with it, he supposed. It, after all, wasn't the worst situation he'd been in. At least he had his fellow fairies and friends with him.
Speaking of friends, where had Cupid gotten to? The God of Love had been beside him moments ago, now he was gone. Could it be that the pink-haired man had escaped? No, preposterous. He would've told someone (hopefully Juandissimo) if he had found a way out. Besides, how would they escape? They were in Abracatraz! Juandissimo looked around. Fairies were holding one another, some whispering frantically. Some were just sitting there, feeling sorry for themselves. Poor dears…
Juandissimo gave the cell another look. The fairies were all bunched up, so Cupid could be anywhere in there. Why hadn't he said anything anyway? Something like 'I'm just going to go and sit down' would've been nice. Juandissimo calmed himself. He didn't control Cupid. Cupid was a God.
"Oh, Juandissimo!"
Juandissimo turned, hoping it was Cupid. But the voice was different and, suddenly, Juandissimo had a blond-haired Wanda attached to his arm. "Blonda?"
Wanda's identical (yet somewhat hotter) sister let out tears and Juandissimo had a hunch that they were fake. She was an actress, after all.
He would admit that he had once had eyes for Wanda's sister. He knew she had eyes for him. Whenever he visited Wanda at her home, Blonda would give him a smirk - a smirk he used on Wanda and other pretty fairies - and he knew exactly why. Plus, considering he had his shirt off right about now, it would only make sense that she would rush over.
Blonda was talking, yet Juandissimo couldn't hear her. It wasn't that he'd suddenly gone deaf (dear Lord, he hoped not), but he just didn't concentrate on her. He tried to, but he couldn't. What was wrong with him? He used to flirt. He was slightly ashamed to admit that he flirted with both Wanda and her sister. He couldn't help it. It was in his bones. But his flirting with Blonda had stopped a while ago. It was…Oh, God, it was after Fairy Idol. After he had been kicked off. Blonda had been there but so had…Cupid. Cupid had gotten kicked off too and, after they had been (quite literally) pulled off the show, they had sat together outside and they had talked. Just about random things, really. Past things. Things that might happen. Random things. It'd been a nice conversation, nonetheless. He'd learned a little bit about the God. That was the beginning. That was when he started to consider Cupid a friend. Before, Cupid had just been an acquaintance. He used to go to Cupid for love arrows that he wanted to use on Wanda, but the God always refused him. A million times Cupid had explained to Juandissimo that Cosmo and Wanda were in love and that was that. He didn't really listen.
Anyway, Juandissimo hadn't talked to Blonda that much since Fairy Idol. She tried to talk to him, but she wouldn't get the 'right' response back. He would talk to her, of course, but then he would zoom off to 'Señor Cupid'. This continued until, eventually, Juandissimo just didn't pay any mind to her. He hadn't even noticed her in the cell until now! Dear Lord, what was wrong with him? He just wasn't focused. Juandissimo wasn't focused on Blonda because something else was on his mind. Where in the world was Cupid? Juandissimo looked around. Blonda didn't notice.
Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid…
Blonda was saying something about his body (which he, admittedly, had half-listened to) but he let the words go.
Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid…Cupid!
There. He saw it. That familiar head of pink hair that was too bright to be Wanda. There he was, in the corner. The God of Love himself. Cupid was sitting there on his own, knees to his chest and elbows on top of them; head in his hands. Juandissimo's eyebrows rose. Cupid actually looked…kinda pathetic. Juandissimo kept his eyes on the pink-haired God as he turned his head to address Blonda properly. He held up an index finger, "Uh, uno momento, por favor."
Blonda's mouth finally closed as Juandissimo easily slid his arm out of her grip and floated over to Cupid. Blonda frowned. Cupid? Again?
Juandissimo approached Cupid, almost hesitantly. He tried to find something to say. English or Spanish, wouldn't matter either way. When he couldn't find anything to say, he took the option of just sitting down next to the God. As Juandissimo opened his mouth, Cupid spoke, "We're gonna be in here forever, aren't we?"
That stopped Juandissimo in his tracks. He didn't know what the Eliminators were planning to do with them. They'd taken their magic. Maybe they would just feed them all to the Darkness. Juandissimo looked at Cupid. Cupid had been so confident when they were first put in here. He'd marched right up to the bars and told an Eliminator that love always prevails over darkness. But now, Cupid just sat in the corner, looking like a stray animal that had been kicked once too many times. Juandissimo's brow furrowed in pity. Poor thing was losing hope.
"What'll happen to Fairy World now?" Cupid continued. "My mansion, all my hard work," He gestured to Juandissimo. "your home. And what about Valentine's Day?! What'll it do without me?" He put his hands to his chest. "I'm Cupid, for Pete's sake!" He sighed through his nose and returned his elbows to his knees, his head back in his hands. "Oh, poop. This is the worst day ever…" He hid his face in his hands.
Juandissimo had never seen this kind of behaviour from Cupid before. He expected Cupid to be trying to escape, not just give up. Juandissimo knew Cupid wasn't crying, but the Spanish fairy could practically sense the tears that were probably stinging the back of Cupid's eyes.
Juandissimo smiled gently, then wrapped an arm around Cupid's shoulders. Cupid peeked through his fingers. "Cupid, mi amigo, do not panic. We shall get out of here soon."
"Oh, please." Cupid said, crossing his arms. "Do you know where we are?"
"Si, but, Señor, remember that Timmy Turner is the Chosen One."
Cupid frowned. Oh, of course. Timmy Turner, the boy who'd almost killed him. Not that Cupid was still angry about that. Bitter, maybe, but he wasn't all that furious with him. Timmy had fixed everything after all. Still, the God of Love didn't like remembering that little incident.
Juandissimo waited for Cupid to reply. Cupid just sat, a frown on his face. Obviously, the God was not convinced. Juandissimo smirked. "Do not worry, my pink-haired friend," He twirled an index finger around the curl in Cupid's hair and Cupid winced slightly. "I promise we shall get out of here soon."
Cupid raised an eyebrow. Since when did Juandissimo make promises? Still, it was nice to know that the Spanish fairy was at least trying to comfort him. Cupid smiled. "Thanks."
Juandissimo smiled back. Their smiles faded when the metal blind was brought back up. Cupid stared at it, then smiled again and looked at Juandissimo. "Wow, you really stand up to your promises! How'd you do that?"
Juandissimo stared at the bars to their cell. "Uh…I didn't."
Cupid's smile dropped. An Eliminator stepped into view and the fairies all cowered. Out of instinct, Cupid grabbed Juandissimo's arm. Cupid frowned at him. "You know, you could've let me believe it for a few more seconds."
The Eliminator held up a fist, which the fairies could see held a wand.
"Hey!" A fairy in the back of the crowd shouted. "That's my wand!"
Everyone ignored him. The golden star on the wand began to glow and, suddenly, everyone in the cell was wearing black-and-white-striped prison clothing. Their crowns were swapped with matching hats. Cupid's eyebrows shot up. "But…I don't look good in black and white!"
The bars of their cell were suddenly lifted up and the Eliminator reached in. Juandissimo shut his eyes. He didn't want to know what the Eliminator was planning to do with them. The smell of oil and metal passed his nose and he heard someone call out.
"Hey! They got Cupid!"
Juandissimo's eyes shot open and he looked to the Eliminator. Sure enough, in its free hand, it was clutching Cupid by the legs, holding him upside-down. Cupid tried to pull himself free of the Eliminator's grip. "Let me go! I will ruin your love life!"
"Hey, man, we're robots," The Eliminator said in a Canadian accent. "We don't have love lives."
Cupid frowned. Stupid robots…They actually thought Cupid's arrows won't effect them? Cute.
Juandissimo squeezed his fist shut. Somehow, seeing Cupid being mistreated like that made him angry. As angry as he was when he lost Wanda to Cosmo. No, seriously, what was wrong with him?
Juandissimo pointed at the robot. "Fairies, attack!"
There was silence. No fairies attacked like they had at M.A.R.F. They were too scared, too cowardly to fight this time. Poor things. Juandissimo paused, then yelled out as another Eliminator appeared and grabbed him in the same manner as they had grabbed Cupid. The Eliminators turned and carried the pink-haired God and Spanish fairy off as Eliminators grabbed other fairies and carried them off as well.
"Well," Cupid said. "Thanks for trying."
Juandissimo offered the God a little smile as the Eliminators threw them into the yard and ordered them to push a large, wooden wheel; which they later discovered powered a giant record player - the source of depressing music.
…
Author's note:
The first of many one-shots to come.
I've collected these words from my family and friends (with the strict rules that they have to be kid-friendly and they can't be a name of something e.g. name of a person, show, restaurant etc.). I've never done one of these 100-theme things before, so bear with me.
I got inspired because my DVD of Wishology finally arrived the other day and I've been watching it a helluva lot.
I must admit, my favourite part of Wishology (except the café scene with Cupid and Juandissimo and the part where the Eliminators sing 'Get Timmy Turner') was the part where they're pushing the wheel and Cupid asks what would happen if they stopped, then the depressing music stops. It's such a small joke, but it gets me every time…and I also like the fact that Cupid is finally wearing trousers…not that I minded his old look.
And I know that Blonda didn't appear in Wishology, but I just thought it'd be kinda cool if Juandissimo completely ignored her because Cupid's upset. No offence to anyone who likes Juandissimo and Blonda together, but I just despise that pairing.
It's kind of a theory of mine that Cupid and Juandissimo's friendship started around Fairy Idol, after they got kicked off. I haven't seen Fairy Idol in years, but I remember that they got pulled off by a…hook? and Cupid says that the people have no taste.
I'm sure, sometimes, Cupid has lil' breakdowns. He can't be that preppy all the time, right?
Well, my gabbling aside, I hope you enjoyed this first one-shot. :D