Of Pink Hair and Spanish Flair
I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
WARNING!: This series is about CupidxJuandissimo. Don't like, don't read.
Relationship: Lovers.
Word: First.
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Cupid really hated meetings with the Gods. He didn't understand why he had to go. 'Son of two of the Twelve Olympians'…Pfft! Who cared? He didn't want to sit in a room on top of Mount Olympus, listening to the Gods discuss things that had nothing to do with him. Who cared if Athena could beat Apollo in a chess match? Who cared if Hermes had accidentally lost Poseidon's mail in that satchel of his? Not him. He didn't. And, oh, how embarrassing it was to watch his father get angry at his uncle for flirting with his mother. His brother, however, would drink it all in, laughing and joking around with the other Gods. But the worst thing about going to meetings with the Gods was…the toga. Oh, yes. He had to wear a bloody toga. 'Tradition', they said. 'You'll look good!', they said.
'Shut up', he said.
Thank the Gods (or not) that he was home now. Luckily, none of the fairies had seen him in these embarrassing clothes. Oh, Gods, they weren't even pink. White. Like Juandissimo's shirt. Speaking of him… "Juan!" Cupid called out. "I'm home!"
…Nothing. Where were the greetings? The sappy displays of happiness? The exclamation of 'Mi amor, you're home!'? Maybe the fairy hadn't heard him. "Juan, I hope your hands are warm, cause I really need a massage right now!"
That should've been a deal sealer. He loved Juandissimo's massages and he knew Juandissimo loved giving him massages. It was an excuse to touch him in semi-inappropriate places, after all. "Juan?!"
"Sir?"
Cupid looked as a cherub floated over. The cherub kept a straight face, but he knew that, as soon as he left, that cherub would burst into laughter. Stupid toga… "Juandissimo's at work."
Cupid huffed. Oh, so Juandissimo couldn't be there to give him a massage, but it was ok for him to go to a place where he would be paid to give other people massages? Not fair. Totally not fair. "I'm gonna go lay down." Cupid said to the cherub. "Make me a latte, would you?"
The cherub nodded as Cupid floated over to the stairs. Stupid Gods, telling him he couldn't bring his wand either…Stupid. Why couldn't he? It was ridiculous! Now, he had to float to his room instead of simply poofing onto his comfortable bed! Ugh. Gods. Always so picky.
As soon as Cupid made it to his room, he shut the door and climbed onto his bed. He lay there, on his back, stretched out like a starfish. He breathed in, then sighed through his nose contently. The covers were so soft against his skin, so cool and comforting, that he almost fell asleep right then and there.
Cupid really hated meetings with the Gods.
The worst part was that they (meaning the Goddesses) wanted to meet Cupid's 'fabulous new boyfriend', as Aphrodite had put it (with as much sarcasm as she dared to use in the presence of her brethren). Athena and Artemis, especially. Cupid had spent most of his childhood around the Goddesses (while Anteros spent time with the Gods), so it was no wonder they took more interest in his love life then his twin's. That, and Anteros just couldn't hold down a girlfriend.
Cupid frowned. He had already hated introducing Juandissimo to his mother, so he really didn't want to introduce him to the other Gods and Goddesses. He was just glad Hephaestus had taken everything so lightly. Gentleman or not, Hephaestus wasn't afraid to get out the flames if he was displeased - and that included his sons' love lives. Cupid had had a horrible image of his father burning Juandissimo to a crisp as soon as Anteros had mentioned the little 'Wanda incident'. Oh, well.
Cupid rolled onto his side and breathed in. Ever since Juandissimo had begun sleeping in this bed - occupying the right side of it - the pillows and covers had begun absorbing his scent. Now, it was all over this side. Cupid wasn't clingy. Heavens, no. He knew personal space. But smelling Juandissimo's scent all over the right side of his bed just…made him feel lonely, actually. He was the only one laying in this bed, when usually it was two people: him and Juandissimo. But no. Juandissimo had had to go to work.
Cupid wasn't entirely sure when Juandissimo had 'moved in'. There hadn't been any official announcement that he had begun living with the God. He still lived at that little house in Fairy World, after all. But…Gods, did he spend enough time at Cupid's, to the point that his favourite shampoo was in Cupid's bathroom (in reach of the shower), his toothbrush was beside Cupid's in the little cup on the shelf by the sink and some of his clothes were in the closet. Oh, well. It felt better that way. Right, even.
As Cupid rolled onto his other side, he felt something sharp poke him in the chin. He raised an eyebrow and sat up, looking down at his pillow. The corner of something was poking out from underneath and, as Cupid dug his hand under his pillow to retrieve it, he found that it was an envelope. Cupid turned it over in his hands. Simple, white envelope…with his name written on the front. Written in black ink and nice, fancy handwriting. Cupid raised an eyebrow. It was Juandissimo's handwriting and Juandissimo's scent on the envelope. This better not be a break-up letter…Cupid thought to himself. That would explain where Juandissimo is…Work, pfft!
He took a moment to consider it. He didn't think anything was particularly wrong in their relationship. Flirting with Wanda…still needed some work. Staring at other girls as they passed them…still needed some work. Displaying feelings for Cupid in public…getting better. They were holding hands and would occasionally peck each other on the cheek and Juandissimo would openly use his nicknames for Cupid. Good.
In all honesty, he was sure Juandissimo wouldn't do something as cowardly as breaking up with someone through words written on a piece of paper. Cupid had had a boyfriend who'd done that to him…let's just say he was still in the care of Dr. Rip Studwell (especially after Hephaestus and Aphrodite had gotten to him).
Cupid pursed his lips, then tucked his thumb under the envelope's sealed flap and pulled it open. He breathed in as a musky aroma wafted up into his nostrils. Juandissimo. Cupid peered inside the envelope. Inside was a folded piece of paper. He took it out and unfolded it. It was covered in Juandissimo's handwriting, set out in neat paragraphs and sentences. Cupid let his eyes roam over the page. A letter. It was a letter.
Mi amor, Cupido,
Alright. I think we both know I am not used to this. I don't usually write this kind of thing. Not to another señor, anyway. You and I both know that I love the ladies (and the ladies love me too, no?)
Cupid frowned at this. Yes. Of course he knew. He was forced to see it everyday.
But I am confused. You're the first (and only) señor I have ever felt this way about before (other then my - muy mucho sexy - self. But how can I not?). I don't know why I like you like this, but I do. Maybe I will figure that part out later…or you could explain it to me, if you'd like. On our next date, perhaps?
I am going off topic now. Let me start again. I have been an idiot. About as big an idiot as Cosmo. I've been focusing on the wrong thing this entire time. I have been focused on someone of the past, someone who I should have forgotten about a long time ago. Well, maybe 'forgotten about' is going a bit far. I don't want to forget her. She is the first person to really capture my muy muscular heart. But that does not mean you are not special to me as well.
Cupid felt his heart begin to melt. Special. He hadn't been called special by Juandissimo before. He read on,
In fact, most of the time, it is you who is in my line of sight (and not just because we - kind of - live together) because you catch my eye. I could watch you all day. You are fragile and beautiful but strong and brave. You are my angel (you have the wings to prove it). I have seen you stand up to Eliminators (and, I must say, you looked very attractive while doing so). Even so, sometimes, you need someone with you (I know you will never say that you do, though. It's ok). You know, someone like me.
I could be there for you, at your side. Actually, I would love to be at your side. I know that sounds like a lie, but it is really not. We could be together, side by side, and not care what anyone thinks. Why should we care? Well, now I am being hypocritical.
Am I also being hypocritical when I say that I hate thinking about your past relationships? I hate that closet. You know, the one with all the boxes with past gifts inside. I hate that thing. It makes me…angry. Of course, this is probably how you feel about Wanda, so I suppose I deserve it.
You are probably laughing at me right now. Your hermoso eyes are probably full of tears of laughter. You are probably sitting there with your afternoon latte (see? I pay attention) and laughing at how muy tonto I must sound right now. But it is what I am sticking with. Besides, I know you like sappy, cliché things. How is this for cliché?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I thought I was sexy
And then I saw you
Cupid smiled. Well, dang, wasn't that just the sappiest thing he'd ever read? Coming from Juandissimo, though, it was expected to be sappy and exaggerated. Why not, right? Cupid's smile faltered slightly as his eyes caught the sight of a little part at the end. He continued reading,
There is one more thing I need to write before this letter ends, mi amor. So, keep reading, my sweet, because there is one more little part you need to see.
Ready?
Te amo.
Cupid grinned, shut his eyes and held the note to his chest, love hearts floating around his head. Oh finally! A love letter from Juandissimo! About time this dream of his became reality! This was yet another thing he could the Goddesses about. They would probably all squeal and giggle (like they usually did when Cupid told them about Juandissimo) and ignore Aphrodite's disapproving glare.
Cupid removed the letter from his chest and stared down at the handwriting, rereading the letter over and over again. Despite how perfect the note seemed, the ending…bothered him. It truly did. He didn't -
"Cupid, mi amor, I'm home!"
Cupid paused when he heard that voice. He didn't move. For some reason, he couldn't.
"Cupid? My darling, where are you?"
One quick poof and Juandissimo Magnifico appeared in the bedroom, wisps of purple smoke disappearing into the air. "Ah, there you are, my sweet!…Why are you wearing a dress?"
Cupid ignored his question. Juandissimo didn't get an answer. All he got was a very delighted, pink-haired God leap into his arms. The force made Juandissimo put a hand to the wall behind him to keep himself from falling over. He wrapped his other arm around his lover's waist as the God hugged his neck tightly. "Cupido?"
"You are the sweetest guy ever." Cupid said happily.
Juandissimo blinked, then smiled, "Ah. I am so happy you found it. I didn't know where to put it."
"Yeah, well, luckily for you, I get very tired after meetings." There was a comfortable silence that the two were more then happy to bask in, but then Cupid spoke, "Juan,"
"Yes, my sweet?"
"There is one part I didn't get."
"Oh?"
Cupid released Juandissimo's neck and stood comfortably in his arms. He pointed to a specific place on the letter, "What does the ending part mean?"
Juandissimo's body stiffened and his smile dropped in…surprise? Distraught? Anger? Whatever. It'd dropped for a reason. Of course it did. He'd spent hours writing that letter, biting the end of his pen with frustration. The bin was chock-full of crumpled up failed attempts (he'd have to empty that later). He looked down at his pink-haired lover. "Eh…What?"
"The ending. It is Spanish, right? What does it mean?"
Ah. Failure. That's what his smile had dropped in. Failure. Juandissimo stared down at him for a few moments, contemplating on what to do, then simply smiled again - albeit a smaller smile then before - and hugged Cupid closer. "I will tell you later."
"Oh, come on. Tell me."
"No."
Cupid crossed his arms stubbornly, "I'll just find out for myself."
"It is probably best if you hear it from me."
Cupid pouted at him, "Then tell me."
"Not now."
"When?"
"Later."
Cupid frowned. Despite his anger, he couldn't resist resting his head against Juandissimo's chest. Juandissimo placed his hand on the side of Cupid's head, gently holding it against his torso, "Again," the Spanish fairy muttered, "why are you wearing a dress?"
Cupid pulled back, crossing his arms, "It's a toga. A guy's toga." He looked down at the article of clothing in distaste. "We have to wear them when we go to Mount Olympus for a meeting with the other Gods." He came to rest his head against Juandissimo's chest again. His hand snuck around to Juandissimo's back pocket.
The Spanish fairy paused when he felt Cupid's hand back there and was about to make a witty comment about how Cupid should be able to resist him by now, but then he felt his wand disappear from his pocket. Cupid twirled Juandissimo's wand and he was suddenly wearing his pink suit again. He sighed in relief, "Thank goodness…I hate that thing."
Juandissimo smirked, then cupped Cupid's face and kissed him lovingly and gently. Cupid, of course, returned the kiss with as much passion and love as he pleased (which was a heck of a lot).
"Uh…sir?"
Cupid's eyes flew open and he broke the kiss, looking over Juandissimo's shoulder at the cherub floating there. "What?"
"Your latte, sir." The cherub held out Cupid's mug, which was full of caffeinated goodness. Juandissimo took it from him, giving him a nod.
"Thanks." Cupid said. The cherub nodded and floated away. Cupid yawned and climbed out of Juandissimo's arms. He floated over to his bed, putting Juandissimo's letter on the bedside table then pulled back the blankets and climbed in. Realizing what he was about to do, Cupid took off his coat and tie. Juandissimo tilted his head in curiosity. Cupid patted the place next to him, "Sleep with me."
Juandissimo almost dropped the mug in surprise, "Huh? W-What?"
"Not like that." Cupid frowned. "I mean, I'm tired and I wanna go to sleep. Come over here and sleep with me."
"Oh. Right." Juandissimo said awkwardly and he honestly sounded disappointed. The fairy shut the bedroom door, then floated over and set Cupid's mug on the bedside table for later. Lifting the covers, Juandissimo climbed in to the bed. Without waiting for the Spanish fairy to get comfortable, Cupid half climbed on top of him and used his chest as a pillow, an arm slung over him. Juandissimo smirked and hugged him with one arm.
"When I wake up," Cupid said, "warm your hands up. I want a massage."
Juandissimo chuckled, "Of course. I will be here when you wake up, my sweet."
A few moments later, Cupid was fast asleep. The Spanish fairy simply smiled.
Juandissimo would tell Cupid what that last part of the letter meant when he woke up.
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Author's note:
Horribly sappy one-shot is horribly sappy. And OOC.
Now, just imagine if that letter hadn't been from Juandissimo. Imagine how that would've panned out.
If you guys could vote on the poll on my profile, that would be swell. Despite the question, it's important.
Let me tell you guys the story of how this one-shot came to be:
A month or so ago, I was rereading Live for the Chase. As I read the part that said Juandissimo had never written Cupid a love letter, I thought to myself 'Man, I need to write that sometime'. I never did because I forgot to. Derp. Then a review from Cupcake-Ninja-Platypus said that they thought Juan would write a note in Spanish for Cupid, telling him that he loves him, and Cupid translates it with magic. This reminded me of that story I forgot to write. Then I forgot to write it again. Herp derp. A week or so later, in my English class at school, we had to write love letters. Not particularly in our point of view or to anyone in particular. Just anything, as long as it was a love letter. I wrote one in the point of view of a guy to another guy (I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who wrote about a same sex couple. Go me). Naturally, as I wrote it, I had Juan and Cupid in mind (I didn't put their names, but I did write 'my sweet' and I did say that the guy he was writing to had blue eyes and liked coffee. Deerrrp). So, I put the idea in the review with my love letter and then put them with the old story I had planned and boom. This stupid, sappy thing was born. In fact, most of the love letter in this one-shot is the thing I wrote in English.
I hope you don't mind, Cupcake-Ninja-Platypus.
*Ahem* Hey, Cup. You're up.
Cupid: *Reads questions* Do I like tea? Heck, no! It's disgusting! That stuff is for British people!
Ok, one: that's offensive. Two: that's a stereotype. I'll have you know that I'm British and I've never tasted a sip of tea in my entire life.
Cupid: Favourite coffee? That's like choosing your favourite kid -
Well, Aphrodite did that.
Cupid: Hm…French Vanilla's scrumptious…but caramel's always good…mocha's great for Valentine's Day…Oh, I don't know! They're all my favourite.
Hm? Questions for moi? Why, yes, Hermes does get along well with Cupid and Anteros (Anteros especially). Anteros spent quite a bit of time around Hermes when he was little, so those guys have bonded. Will Juan meet the other Gods?…Meh. He'll, for certain, meet Ares. I know he'll definitely meet Ares. He's probably already met Hermes (Hermes still delivers Cupid's mail, so they probably wandered into one another some time). I'm not sure if he'll meet the others. Probably. Maybe. Dunno.
Anti-Juan: We got hugged, Anti-Cupid!
Anti-Cupid: Ugh. I hate being hugged.
Anti-Juan: Except for my hugs, right? You love my hugs! *Hugs Anti-Cupid*
Anti-Cupid: *Screams* GOOD EMOTIONS! BURNING!