Fairly Odd Countdown Calendar
I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. Butch Hartman does.
Pairing: Juandissimo x Cupid.
Prompt: Cold.
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There were a few things Cupid wasn't used to.
Cold was one of them.
He sat by the fireplace, hugging himself in an attempt at keeping warm. He was wearing a pink sweater and pink socks, wrapped up in a pink blanket and sitting on the fluffiest pink rug he could find (basically, he was a bundle of pink).
Pfft. Last time he took part in a snowball fight with his cherubs.
The door behind him opened and he was about to tell the visitor to shut the damn door before they spoke, "Cupido?"
Cupid looked over his shoulder, "W - W - What do y - you w - want?"
"Are you okay?"
"D - Do I l - look okay to y - you?" The God paused and sneezed into his blanket, "Ugh. I th - think I'm coming d - down with something…"
Juandissimo's brow furrowed and he slowly made his way over to the freezing God. True enough, Cupid didn't look well. Skin paler than it should be, hair plastered to his head, body shivering. He wouldn't be surprised if the God woke up next morning with a fever.
"Is there anything I can do for you, mi amor? Anything at all?"
Cupid looked over at him. Anything he could do…
The God frowned, like it was obvious, "W - Why are j - just s - standing there? G - Get over here and c - c - c - cuddle with me! I - I'm f - f - f - freezing!"
Juandissimo stared for a second, before a somewhat cheeky smile appeared on his face and he shrugged, "Well. If I have to."
"J - J - Jerk…"
Juandissimo sat down behind him, gathering him into his strong arms and holding him tightly to his chest. Cupid immediately curled into a ball, holding on to Juandissimo's shirt and attempting to get closer. Juandissimo's brow furrowed worriedly, "You are freezing."
"Y - Y - You think I d - d - don't k - know that?" Cupid snapped. "This is a - a - a - all your f - f - f - f - fault…"
"My fault?"
"Y - Yeah. You're the one w - who m - made me take p - p - part in that s - s - st - stupid s - s - s - s - snowball fight…"
"Ah. Lo siento." He shrugged and muttered, almost sarcastically, "Guess I'll have to make up for it by holding you until you get warm…"
"J - Jerk…"
"Mm-hm."
"I h - h -hate y - y - y - y - you…"
"I know." Juandissimo kissed the top of his head and, just like that, Cupid felt significantly warmer.
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Author's note:
Cupid doesn't do cold.