The Youngest Magnifico
Chapter 1: Caramel Creamer Anyone?
1/9/2013 Krissie: Here's a tale that keeps telling. I'm hoping that this one won't be just another one-shot, which means expect another chapter. I also hope that you all enjoy this one. My brain is trying to work its best for you.
Disclaimer: Fairly OddParents © Butch Hartman!
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Cupid was sitting in his favorite chair in his living room. It was a nice, big, pink recliner that could swallow him whole in its fluffiness. The fluffy pink pillows which sat on each side of the chair were adorned with big hearts. Each heart was a different color. The one on the right had a hot pink heart. The one in the middle had a white heart. The one on the left had lavender heart. Cupid was curled up on the couch, with the lavender hearted pillow in his arms as he nestled a cup of coffee under his nose. The god of love had had a very long day ensuring that everyone was in love with who they were meant to be in love with and that love prevailed over evil and all that other love god junk he had to do. Every day was a killer, but Valentine's Day was the busiest day of the year for the young god. He sighed a sigh of relief that Valentine's Day was two days ago. He slowly blew on his coffee before taking a careful sip of the caffeine sugary goodness.
Juandissimo entered the room a few minutes after. He was wearing his usual white shirt, black pants, and purple belt. His hair was pulled back into its normal pony tail. "Mi Amor." Juandissimo floated over to the pink haired fairy. "How are you feeling?"
"Tired." Cupid replied as he took a sip of coffee. "Making the love go round is very tiring."
Juandissimo floated behind him and began messaging his shoulders. "Don't over work yourself, Cupido." The Hispanic fairy advised kindly.
Cupid rolled his eyes. Over work himself? Ha! Cupid had to work. Love always needed his helping hand. Sure his mom was there to help, but Cupid had to do his share too. If love didn't exist then the god of love would die! Cupid couldn't allow that to happen. He loved coffee and caramel far too much to not do his job and die. Plus, thanks to some grief stricken kids who wish love away, Cupid had already felt the sensation of dying. You know how that went? It sucked! Cupid would rather over work himself then under work. Under worked equaled an early grave to the pink haired god. Over worked equaled a long life for the blue eyed young man. He knew Juandissimo understood these basic facts. The muy sexy fairy was trying to ease all of the tension that the love creating archer had built up in his coffee craving body.
Cupid then perked up. He leaned his head back so that he could look up at the Latino fairy who was currently massaging his shoulders. "Hey, Juan." The fairy began.
"Yes, Cupid?" The purple eyed fairy with a pleasant smile.
"Hmm…" Cupid sounded. The thought still present in his mind. He wanted to make sure he worded his question properly. He didn't want Juandissimo Magnifico to misunderstand him. "How come I haven't heard any stories about your little sibling?"
Juandissimo gave a puzzled look. "What do you mean mi amor?" He inquired.
"You told me that you ten siblings Juan." Cupid stated the already known. "You've told me a few stories about you're older siblings, but you haven't told me anything about your younger sibling. You're the tenth born, right? So what about the eleventh Magnifico? What is he like? Or is it a she? You have like, what, 9 brothers, right? So is it safe for me to presume that the youngest one is a boy too?" Cupid rambled on for a while. He was so curious. He wanted so bad to meet Juandissimo's family. After all, Cupid had reluctantly shared his family with his Spanish boyfriend. The love god's siblings sure enjoyed it when Cupid showed up at the house with Juanissimo on his arm. His mom was not too happy about it, but she was his mom and the goddess of love. Of course she would be over protective of her son. Dad simply stared the purple eyed fairy down with an interrogative look. If the diaper wearing archer had enough courage to bring Juandissimo Magnifico to visit his parents' abode, why hadn't Juandissimo brought him to visit his family?
Juandissimo placed a finger on the pink haired god's mouth. "Mi amor," He began. "Do not ramble on so. There is no need for to ask so many questions about mi familia."
"Yes there is!" Cupid responded as he sat up and turned to face the Hispanic fairy face to face. "You've barely told me anything about your family! Much less take me to meet them. Of course I'm going to be curious about them. Think about how curious of my family you were. Remember all the questions that you used to ask me? I'm only asking you those same questions."
Juan thought about for a while. Cupid was right. Juandissimo had asked a lot of questions about Cupid's family before the god of love finally gave way and took him to visit them. "Muy bien." He sighed. "I will tell you about mi familia."
A couple of thousand years ago, Juandissimo was 4 years old. His nine older brothers were all busy playing. Alejandro, who was 12 years old, was playing some game that looked like Street Fighter. Esteban was busy cleaning the house. The 11 year old wanted everything to be perfect for when Mama Camilla and Papa Grande got back from the doctors. Jesus and his twin brother, Jose, were outside playing in their garden. They were growing mangos. Guierrmo was playing peace keeper once again. Roberto and Alberto were arguing over the best way to get something. The 9 year old was trying his best to resolve the problem with 8 year old twins. But each was stubborn. One said to con it out of them, while the other had some convoluted court case already planned out. The 7 year old Carlos was sitting on a branch, high up on his favorite tree. He was drawing designs for a bird house. Maybe he would make it later, but he was so sleepy right now. The sky was a beautiful blue and the clouds passed by slowly. It made him so sleepy. Fernando, who was 6, was holding his own stand up show outside. The back porch was his stage and he had several props. Juandissimo was sitting on the swing, watching his big brother with a happy smile. He laughed gleefully as his snarky brother cracked jokes.
Esteban looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost lunch time. The 11 year old rushed to the kitchen. He swung open the fridge and glanced at what they had. He pulled out some taco shells and other things to make tacos with. Within the next half hour, Esteban had plenty of tacos made for lunch. He walked onto the front porch; he cuffed his hands in front of his mouth before screaming, "Hey Guys! Lunch is ready! Wash your hands and come eat!" Then a car pulled up in the drive. This automobile was all too familiar to Esteban. Inside the car were Papa Grande and Mama Camilla. The young Esteban waved as his siblings all raced up to the front porch, each greeting their parents with happy and cheerful waves.
Papa Grande parked his 1928 Cadillac Town Sedan in the drive way. He waved at all 10 of his sons from the wheel. Mama Camilla was quick to hop out of the sedan with a glowing smile on her face. "Hola mis hijos!" She greeted. "We have una Buena noticia!" Mama Camilla was bursting with excitement and joy.
"What does that mean?" Cupid interrupted. The god of love didn't understand a lick of Spanish. Sometimes he thought Juandissimo's Spanish was wonderful. Other times, Cupid found it annoying. He hated not being able to understand what was being said. He sometimes wished that the Latino fairy wouldn't speak Spanish, but it was a part of his charm.
"If you let me go on, I will tell you." Juandissimo stated.
"Fine." The pink haired god consented. "But I'm going to need more coffee first." He stated as he got up to get himself a cup. As he entered the kitchen, he poured black coffee into his hot pink mug. He then added some sugar and reached over for his creamer. The blue eyed man was astonished to find that his creamer wasn't on the shelf were he usually kept it. "Juan, where's my caramel creamer?" he asked, giving the violet eyed fairy a skeptical look. The fairy shrugged, trying to play innocent.
"Maybe you should use a different kind of creamer." He suggested. "Caramel makes you irritable."
Cupid glared at him with a dubious and irritated expression. He wasn't buying the whole, 'I'm innocent I swear act' from his lover. He hid his favorite creamer somewhere again.
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Krissie: Look! I finished it! Finally. It took about 6 days to write this. And I'm happy with the end result. I hope you enjoy it! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! Also, Please READ & REVIEW!