Title: To Love A Fairy
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Cosmo/Timmy
Rating: T
Warning: Contains yaoi. Use discretion.
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From this point on, unless it's stated otherwise, this is the story that's written in Da Rules.
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On nights like this, Cosmo would walk around the fishbowl castle, dressed in his pajamas, thinking to himself as he walked the halls.
He could remember those times years and years ago when he never had to walk silently for fear of waking up sleeping baby Poof, and those times when a worried Wanda would race through the castle looking for him and demand to know why he wasn't in bed.
"Something just isn't right," he'd insist, staring out the window and further, through the glass fishbowl at their sleeping human godchild, his lips slightly parted to reveal his pure white buck teeth, his eyes squeezed shut over his blue eyes.
"What do you mean by that, Cosmo?" Wanda would sigh, and sigh again when he merely shrugged. "Well, I'm going back to bed. Join me if you want to, sweetie."
"I will soon," Cosmo would state, but he never did.
But now those worry-filled eyes just rolled as Wanda woke up to find herself alone in bed, and then close as she drifted peacefully back to sleep while Cosmo would walk through the fishbowl, dressed in his pajamas, muttering to himself as he walked the halls.
Tonight the fishbowl was ridiculously overheated. It was the middle of November and yet it felt like it must be August with the heat. Cosmo had unbuttoned his pajama shirt and pushed up the sleeves but it didn't do much good, it was still crazy hot in there.
When he finally couldn't take it anymore and it felt like he was being boiled, he turned into a goldfish and swam to the surface, then hopped out onto the floor and winced as he endured the few seconds where he felt like, well, a fish out of water before he was able to poof into his fairy body.
"Much better," he announced, and then clapped a hand over his mouth as Timmy stirred, sitting up in bed and rubbing his big blue eyes with his fist.
"Cosmo?" he sleepily queried, and Cosmo was rather touched that it was his name that Timmy called when on the edge of sleep, instead of his parents or Wanda or Poof, all of whom would be more likely and reasonable candidates to request. Cosmo floated over to Timmy's bedside, watching the young child as he slowly took in his dark bedroom. He smiled sleepily when he saw Cosmo.
"Hey," he grinned. "What are you doing up?"
"Eh, you know, I always wake up at four in the morning," Cosmo joked and Timmy giggled.
"Insomnia?" Timmy queried.
"Nope, I just can't sleep," Cosmo answered innocently, and Timmy smiled at his godfather's naïveté. He scooted over in his bed and pulled Cosmo down onto the bed by the hand.
"What…?" Cosmo confusedly asked, staring at Timmy with wide eyes.
"I'm sure my bed is more comfortable than that fishbowl. I'll bet you'll be able to sleep here just fine," Timmy assured him.
"You could just wish that I could sleep in the fishbowl," Cosmo offered, blushing slightly. Timmy, however, was still too young to understand the complications of two males sharing a twin-sized bed and merely stared up at Cosmo in confusion.
"You don't want to share a bed with me?" Timmy asked, sounding slightly hurt. Cosmo shook his head a bit over-eagerly.
"No, no, that's not it at all! I just…" Cosmo sighed, seeing that he was fighting a losing battle, not to mention that Timmy wouldn't go back to sleep until he gave in.
"Alright, fine," Cosmo agreed, lying down next to Timmy in the small bed. He tried to give Timmy some space but Timmy didn't seem interested in that idea at all. Instead, he snuggled right up against Cosmo and wrapped an arm around his waist, nuzzling his head underneath Cosmo's chin. Awkwardly, Cosmo wrapped an arm around Timmy and inhaled the sweet smell of Timmy's shampoo.
"Hey, Cosmo?" Timmy murmured, on the edge of sleep.
"Yeah?" Cosmo replied.
"I wish you could sleep, too," he called out in a sleepy whisper. Cosmo smiled and his glowing wand lit up the night for a moment before everything went dark and Cosmo found his eyelids too heavy to hold up.
"Thanks, Timmy," Cosmo whispered, but his godchild was already asleep, so he followed suit and closed his eyes. The last thing he felt before drifting completely off to dreamland was the comfortable warm softness of Timmy's small body.
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"This was," Jorgen read, "the first night that the duo shared a bed, and it would certainly not be the last, as the worst was still yet to come in this secret relationship."
"I wish I had some popcorn," Natasha announced, and with a wave of Olive's wand, a large bowl of popcorn appeared in her lap.
"Do not interrupt me, puny human!" Jorgen insisted, but Natasha merely rolled her eyes and threw some popcorn into her mouth.
"Don't you think that this story is a little old for Natasha?" Olive queried with a soft blush across his cheeks.
"She is at the age where it first began for Timmy Turner. She must know the truth," Jorgen insisted. Olive merely sighed and turned into a parrot, landing on the side of the popcorn bowl and nibbling at the kernels.
"This could have been the start," Jorgen continued reading, "of these secret feelings. Nobody knows for sure when it began, or whom it began with. There were little moments that could have been proof of these feelings throughout the next few years, but it wasn't until Timmy abandoned childhood for his teen years that they truly began to show…"
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