Cool to see some folks enjoying the fic! This will be another continued series. Not sure how long.
"In ancient fairy times, a fairy's main job was to fight." Wanda read the storybook of historical fiction, seated against the headboard with her back to Timmy's pillow. Her godchild lay with his cheek nestled comfortably no her shoulder as he held onto her arm, listening intently with eyes following the words on the page read aloud. "They battled a mysterious enemy called The Darkness, attacking it with beams of magical light."
Cosmo occupied the other side of Timmy's bed, a casual leg crossed over the other. Folded arms pressed behind his head with mindless eyes to the ceiling, half-listening to the story he'd heard many times while serenated by the soothe of his wife's voice.
"The Darkness conjured agents of destruction called the Eliminators, and he would send his agents to attack the fairies. One by one, the fairies destroyed the Eliminators, blasting them into many metal pieces. Though many Eliminators were defeated, they were not outnumbered."
Aside from taking a piss, Timmy had avoided the Byrne sisters the entire evening. He'd isolated himself in his room without bothering to peak his head out when he heard his parents return hours later and offering the sisters a ride back home. The only interaction he'd had with his parents after they'd come home was when they'd disrespected his privacy by not knocking and barging into his room. Commanding him to show his completed homework (that he managed to finish in full with only minor complications thanks to Wanda's help) before they left without a proper goodnight.
Timmy didn't let this bother him; with homework out the way and no access to any form of technological entertainment, the subject of his godparents' homeland had come up. Cosmo and Wanda had all sorts of historical and personal stories, and Timmy found that even his attention span could listen to them talk for hours. They talked about their friends, their experiences growing up. The many historical landmarks and important mystical figures.
And now, with his godfather to his right as he followed along to his godmother's story of Ancient Fairy Warriors, he felt at peace. The world outside his room mattered little, inner guilt and pain washed away as he relished in the company of his godparents.
He wanted nothing else but to bask in the warmth of their love.
Continuing the story, Wanda flipped to the next page. "A vortex of black and red swirled from their mouths, a vortex so strong that the Fairy Warriors could not resist its powerful vacuum. As their brethren succumbed to the vortex, the Warriors knew the only way they could be victorious was to combine the mighty power of their wands. Neutralizing the darkness with its natural enemy…light."
Timmy sighed comfortably as his eyelids started to daze.
"Light blasted the very core of the Darkness, and a final cry rang out before the Darkness retreated into defeat. Fairy World was saved, and the fairies rejoiced in merry celebration; however, ancient ancestors feared that the mysterious foe would return." the page flipped again. "Thus, the Fairy Council sent millions of the strongest warriors into the void of space to illuminate it. So that should The Darkness ever return, Fairy World would have a shield of protection. And so, the stars in space are our Ancient Fairy Warriors. Watching and waiting for any threat of The Darkness…"
The book disappeared in a pink cloud when she finished, receiving silence in response. She looked to her husband, grinning at the expected daydream in his green stare before the weight against her right shoulder felt heavier just as the grip around her arm loosened.
Looking down to her godchild, another smile curled when she found eyelids fallen, hearing the faintest snore past loose lips. She waved to get her husband's attention, gesturing to their dozing godchild. Cosmo sat up, seeing 9:30pm in bold green across the alarm clock. Gee whiz, where did the time go?
Cosmo floated from the bed and used his wand to poof Timmy into his pink pajamas. Wanda gradually shifted away from Timmy, supporting his droopy head as she laid him flat. Dropping his head delicately to the pillow as Cosmo controlled the duvet with magic, green sparkles pulling them to lay across Timmy's chest. The fairy godmother flew to join beside her husband, watching over their godchild's undisturbed slumber. Hopeful for another night without nightmares as they exchanged smiles before retiring to their fishbowl.
Cosmo acted on his urge to swim over and smooch his wife's cheek, smiling from her soft giggle. Wanda returned the favor with a smooch of her own directly on his lips that he gladly accepted. Moments like these made the life of a godparent worth every trial and tribulation. The more two-on-one spent with Timmy, the more their cup runneth over.
They've made the mistake of getting too attached to godchildren in the past, the late Dave Walker being one of the few they could count with one hand. While not against Da Rules to bond with a godchild, it was strongly advised against. Fairies can easily be exposed, and there were many rules a child could break to make them go away forever. An extended stay is never guaranteed. Cosmo and Wanda knew this when they were handed their new assignment in Dimmsdale.
But there was something special about Timmy Turner. Something difficult to distinguish from that of their own child which they will never have…
The fairies gave their godchild a final solemn glance before withdrawing into their castle.
With the light of the full moon cast against the dark of the night sky, stars sparkled down upon green shingles roofed over the white bricks. Florescent lit brightly along halls and corridors of the Buxaplenty mansion, patrolled by night security. Protecting the occupants safely retired in their respective rooms.
Moonlight seeped through window panes to the opposite wall shrouded in darkness. A blue due cast along white bedding that a purple ferret lay was tucked beneath. Resting against a fluffed pillow, medical gauze protected the wound on the side of his head. Blue-violets fluttered when anesthesia finally wore off, soon transitioning into a sharp, jabbing pain to his left side.
Mierda…Juandissimo rasped, holding a paw to the dry spec of red. Sitting himself up through vertigo. He had d stopped that puta madre from laying another grimy hand on his godchild, but then he was grabbed and…everything was fuzzy after that. As double vision corrected, Juandissimo looked around at the white bedding, the gold canopy, and his steel ferret cage on the nightstand.
If he was in Remy's room…where was Remy?
Searching the room from the bed, Juandissimo found his godchild beside the walk-in closet, knees to his chest held with sleeves spotted in red stains. Mint-green stare welled with troubled tears, damp cheeks glistening under moonlight.
"Remy…" Juandissimo could see how visibly broken Remy was. So much so that he poofed into his fairy form, catching himself in unsteady flight. It would behoove him to take it easy, but the gloomful aura thick in the air had him more worried for his godchild than himself.
He floated forward, studying unblinking eyes that stared into nothing. Hovering to Remy's level, his hesitant hand outstretched. Remy's eyes shot up from the startling brush against his knee as the godfather retracted his fingers. Cognizance had to catch up with reality as Remy locked eyes with fairy floating before him. When he saw the gauze, Remy's lips quivered. Overcome with guilt as to why the gauze was there at all…
Remy hung his head with clasped eyes, and his hiccupped sobs tugged at Juandissimo's heartstrings. Witnessing another emotional wave as hiccupped sobs amplified to wailing cries. His head was pounding, and yet it was clear that Remy was the one in insufferable pain. He lowered himself to one side of Remy, lacing a tender arm around his shoulders so that Remy's head fell to his chest.
Juandissimo didn't pressure Remy to speak, and Remy didn't resist Juandissimo's extend of comfort.
. . . . . .
Juandissimo sat in silence on the floor against the wall, cradling his godchild with one arm. Trying his best to conceal the pressured throb in his skull as weary eyes observed the lax child against his chest. Never had he seen him so deep in sleep; Remy had succumbed to emotional exhaustion maybe half an hour ago, leaving Juandissimo to his thoughts. Thoughts of how so many people in Remy's life failed him. Even him, in a way.
His instincts of brewing trouble could have tried harder to stop Remy from going back into that country club. Except he was a short fuse away from taking his anger out on someone he'd never want to hurt deliberately. Still…could he have kept Remy from Fenwick? Or would Fenwick have gotten to Remy regardless?
A large mushroom cloud boomed into the room, disappearing soon after to reveal the humanoid body similar to both their magical ancestors. A body of brute muscle tanned in a caramel complexion, a gold crown atop his silver flattop. He sported a green fitted tank tucked into camouflage pants looped in black leather, steeled-toe combats knee length and adorned in spikes equally as intimidating as the spiked cuffs around his wrists. Steel-blue eyes glared stern, clenched jaw protruding his enlarged chin. Clasped in his authoritative grasp was a grand staff molded into a giant wand.
Jorgen Von Strangle growled in his throat, taking two broad steps before he kneeled on one knee to his employee. A firm glare met Juandissimo's tensed gaze. Being scared was pointless; Juandissimo had gotten himself in trouble the moment he clawed Fenwick's face.
After a short staring contest, the Fairy Commander lifted Juandissimo's chin between his thumb and finger. Ignoring the tinier fairy's wince as he studied the gauze, getting a good look at the spec of dried blood, giving a light sneer. "Quite the tumble you took." Jorgen's voice was stern yet quiet, keeping the sleeping godchild in mind.
Juandissimo fixed his eyes down, clenching his jaw when his boss released his chin with more force than favored. Jorgen exhaled a sullen groan as he then stood to his feet.
"…to be frank, I would've killed that sonnova bitch with my bare hands…"
Surprise looked up from the commander's brutal honesty.
"But this is why there are rules." Jorgen continued. "They are to protect the fairy as much as they are to limit and protect the misuse of fairy magic." He slit his brow further. "You're lucky he didn't snap your neck…"
Thinking about that scenario concerned Juandissimo of what more damage that would've done to Remy.
"Don't expect me to be so lenient if this ever happens again." Jorgen backed away into the cast of moonshine through the window. While recklessness wasn't always smart, it wasn't always punishable. He considered Juandissimo's valiant heart as he gestured to the boy out cold in Juandissimo's arm. "Get him to bed."
The Fairy Commander tapped his staff, vanishing in another booming mushroom cloud that would've disturbed Remy any other night. Juandissimo sank back in relief, groaning as if releasing a held breath. Mentally thanking whatever ancestor he needed to thank from saving his godparenting record from another strike.
Pushing through unstable balance, the fairy godfather was careful in scooping his godchild with one arm as the other sparked his wand. Using magic to draw the covers of the duvet back before Remy's tux and pants became a fresh pair of silk pajamas. Supporting Remy's head, Juandissimo delicately lowered him to the mattress, a faint ebb and flow in his chest as Remy's head tilted once it hit the pillow. The wand's bluish spark drew the covers over the boy's chest and changed him back into his ferret disguise, teleporting into his cage on the nightstand.
Juandissimo faced Remy's sound slumber, surrendering to sleep when he closed his eyes in a heavy sigh.
For a non-morning person, Timmy was up early enough to accompany the full cycle of the Saturday sun's vibrant rise as morning arrived in an orangey hue. A full night of rock-hard sleep will do that, something that hasn't happened since…well, forever.
[You know all you have to do is ask them.] his sister spoke, having kept her brother company in his early start.
"But it's a weird question…" he worried, shifting on his covers when the sun rose high enough to make his eyes squint.
[Who says it's weird? You?]
"Well, it's not like asking what their favorite food is!"
Sophia giggled. [You're overthinking it, even for you.]
Timmy grumbled. "You're real encouraging, you know that?"
"Hey, Timmy!"
Timmy turned to the two familiar voices from the fishbowl, offering a small smile. "Morning Cosmo, morning Wanda."
"Morning, sport." Wanda returned a warm grin. "Talking to Sophia?"
Timmy paused in a blink. "…you heard me?"
Cosmo chortled lightly. "Only at the part when you said 'you're real encouraging.'"
"Oh…"
"Something wrong?" Wanda noticed her godchild's reserve.
"Not really…" Timmy coyly fiddled with his fingers. "…can…I ask you guys something?"
"Of course." the fairy couple responded in unison, and while their faces were friendly, Timmy couldn't help but hesitate.
It's just Cosmo and Wanda. They wouldn't get upset…would they?
"…why don't you guys have kids of your own?"
Based on the sociable smiles that soon faded into indrawn frowns, Timmy cowered in his nerves. Just great, they're upset…
"I-I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that."
"It's okay…" Cosmo sighed, his wife watching insecurity slant his brow "…let's just say a certain garbage boss scarred me for life."
Blue eyes never stared so blankly.
"An incident happened during our last year of college…" Wanda summarized, doing little to mask the hint of contrite "…and because of that…Cosmo's infertile."
"…that means you can't have kids?" Timmy frowned at his godfather's features of shame mixed with sadness. Sadness that led Wanda to touch her fin to his as a reminder that they will always have their love.
"…but fairies can live forever unless they die of other circumstances or killed." she reasoned, more so with herself. "There's really no need to have children."
"Being a godparent helps fill the void…" Cosmo somberly added.
"Fill the void…" Timmy repeated under his breath before he curiously probed "…so…that means you do want your own baby?"
Cosmo's eyes remained downcast, while Wanda worried about oversharing. After all, Timmy was only ten. At the same time, Timmy just had this confiding essence that felt natural to open up to "…hatred tore our families apart, but love connected us. A child would've been our personal symbolism of the loving union that defied that hatred..."
"Tsk…" Bedsheets crinkled under scrunching fingers; it just didn't seem fair to Timmy. Cosmo and Wanda had been in his life for almost two months, and they treat him more like their own than his own flesh and blood has in ten years. He was still alive because of their love, and the universe repays them by striping them of what would bring them the happiness they deserved?! What kind of backwards karma is this?!
Wait...a thought then came to mind. A bold thought, but a thought nevertheless. In fact, he wondered why no one thought of this before. "I have an idea! Why don't I just wish you guys had a baby!?"
"Aww, that's sweet honey…" sadness mustered a weak grin "…but you can't just wish for us to have a baby…" Taking time to let it sink in, Wanda blinked "…can you?!"
Da Rules reappeared once again as Wanda poofed into her fairy form, Cosmo absently doing the same. Timmy stood from his bed to read alongside his godmother who flipped page after page, scanning section after section. Reading different things that couldn't be wished for. From the usual winning a contest, falling in love, and no wishing someone back to life. To oddly specific things like an electric car, wishing yourself into a fairy…nor wishing you were Tom Cruise. Whatever the heck that meant.
"Nope, don't see anything. That's a first!" Finally, no stupid rule to rain on his wish parade. "Alright." Da Rules vanished in a cloud as Timmy looked to his fairies' questioning faces. A surge of confidence persuading him to exclaim "I wish you guys would have a baby!"
Quizzical green met puzzled pink, sharing shrugs before two wands sparkled. Timmy closed his eyes in anticipation as the wands summoned a lilac cloud of magical glitter that dispersed as soon as it appeared.
Eagerness opened Timmy's eyes to the same blue walls, the same blue bed, the same wooden floor. The same fishbowl on his nightstand, the same closet, the same tv and computer he wasn't allowed to use. The same Cosmo, the same Wanda, the same him…
…hello?!
"…hey, what gives?! Nothing happened!"
"That's where you're wrong, sport." Wanda smirked. "It'll take some time to come true…"
"…why?" Timmy arched an innocent brow, and Wanda continued to smile, setting a palm to her stomach.
"…you'll just have to wait and see."
"How're you feeling?" Teal eyes and marmalade curls hovered before her godchild, protected by the single occupant privacy of the public restroom.
Grief kept Tootie's downcast gaze, arms tight around her black sweater vest.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to be out like this?" Rose squeezed her wand as she scanned the grey tiles of the walls. Sensing for any nosy lurkers that may be outside the door.
A somber nod responded, holding back tears. They wouldn't be outed at this sacrilegious place… members of the Kingdom Hall had already started their shunning.
Rose felt her features dishearten; the day had finally come, the day that Tootie would be freed from the chains of false religion. Instead of rejoicing, she had spent majority of yesterday disguised as a cat for Tootie to embrace. Teal fur soaked in hours of melancholy tears.
She pondered what saddened Tootie so. Perhaps it was the loss of the only life she'd ever known. Mourning the comfort zone that she was, for lack of better words, beaten out of. Or was it the upcoming trial of facing her parents in family court, the two among the many to reject her.
"Tootie…" Rose floated to her godchild, Tootie lifting somber eyes when gentle palms touched her shoulders "…please, talk to me?"
It'd been nearly three weeks since Rose had heard her godchild's sweet, shrilly voice. Communication had been one-sided with the occasional head or hand gestures; all of Tootie's wishes or feelings were written down in her notebook. She missed that voice, for it had been a lingering sign of Tootie's purity that Rose clung onto. She needed to hear that voice again, she needed a sign that Tootie had not sunk too deep into darkness.
Because if that happened, Rose feared he magic may not be able to bring Tootie out of it…
Harsh knocks bulged Tootie's eyes in her shudder as Rose quickly materialized into a teal bracelet. "Tootie?!" they heard Vicky call from the other side. "You gotta come out…it's about to start."
Despair jutted Tootie's lip. Time to face her fate.
Dressed in her usual green crop and black jeans, Vicky leaned against the wall of the bathroom with crossed arms. Shooting daggering glares at any grimy witness who dared make split-second eye contact. She turned to the audible unlatch of the knob, seeing Tootie exit the bathroom with tight arms around herself. Noticing Tootie's eyes swell with tears when they latched on to two sets of eyes watching them from down the hall.
Vicky turned to two figures standing by the open entrance into the congregation hall. One with fiery hair that'd been passed down to Vicky, directing his turquoise scowl towards them. The other with a cold, dark strands that'd been passed down to Tootie, confliction clear in her pink glare. Tootie cringed and Vicky simply glared back as Jim and Nicky turned away, entering the hall. Though the exchange was brief, it was enough to gloss Tootie's defeated frown.
"Wipe your face!" Vicky's tone was strict, yet not to intimidate. Tootie tearfully met her stern brow as she pointed towards the entrance. "None of those bastards deserve any more of your tears, you hear me?!"
Tootie stared into eyes full of conviction. Bottom lip trembling in a sniff as she lifted her glasses for the back of her hand to banish threatening tears.
"Thatta girl." Vicky praised her sister's bravery in the face of dread. As much as she tried to hide it, her entire spirit was shattered when she had gone through this exact situation. For a little girl like her to have to go through the very same thing, for the same utter bullshit…well, she was just glad Tootie didn't have to suffer through it alone like she did.
With the entire congregation gathered, one of the elders approached the podium. Clearing his throat as stiff hands adjusted the mic. The Byrne sisters sat near the back of the hall, mostly Vicky's idea for easy access to the exit.
"Dorothy Byrne has dishonored Jehovah and has given up her chance of living forever in paradise on earth!"
Vicky's pink eyes shot back and forth between the judging glares of banishment that congregation members had the gal to shoot back at them. Tootie hunched her shoulders, rubbing her teal bracelet clutched close to her chest.
"Because of her sinful actions, she has been disfellowshipped from the Kingdom Hall!"
No other eyes directed towards them, all eyes straight forward as the elder continued his hate speech. Rebuking the nine-year-old girl for abandoning Jehovah, damming her soul for allowing Satan to entice her. Vicky had to restrain herself with gritted teeth; how the fuck was it so easy for these people to cast so much hate on a little girl?!
A weak sniff caught her ear. Creasing her brow at Tootie's clasped eyes struggling to conceal her whimpers.
That's it, enough is enough!
Vicky snatched Tootie by the hand, dragging her out of the pew in hasty stomps. Nicky snuck a last glance back when the door had been shoved open. Watching the raven-haired girl stumble in her footing from her sister's strong tug before a backhand smacked her cheek, turquoise glaring her a warning to fall back in line or else.
On standby in his red pickup, Vic reclined in the driver's seat with folded arms behind his head. A major-league baseball cap from Bucky McBadbat's old team shielding his face from the bright sun disrupting his nap. Driving his nieces to the Kingdom Hall left no chance of going to bed after returning home from his night shift, and he would've gone in with them for support had it not been for court orders.
Contact with Jim and Nicky was not recommended let alone allowed; it would severely hinder his case if he cussed those bitches out or beat the shit outta 'em. That, and he honestly wanted nothing to do with that batshit cult. Who knows what would've happen if he'd gone in there and one of those self-righteous motherfuckers even looked at him the wrong way. So, for everyone's sake, he chose to stay in the truck. Told Vicky to flag him down when they were ready to leave while he took a cat nap, assuming they'd wanna high tail it with not a second to waste.
Knocks on the driver's window jolted him upright, removing the cap to Vicky gesturing him to let them in. Taking his cue, Vic pressed the button to unlock all doors before Vicky opened the passenger door, leading Tootie to climb into the back seat. Slamming the door once Tootie was secured inside, Vicky made her way to the front passenger as Vic's key fired the ignition. The troubled teen boarded the truck and shut her door. Pressing a firm middle finger on the window towards the Kingdom Hall as Vic stomped on the gas, speeding out of the parking lot in screeched tires.
As the pickup coasted onto main roads, glossy eyes stared off from the back seat. Slinking arms around bent knees, willing herself not to cry. "At least the worst is over…" her teal bracelet coaxed to where only Tootie heard her. Purple orbs lowered to Rose's tender smile, and her fret wiped brimming tears in a small sniff.
Rose was wrong…the worst was yet to come.
"Please, don't do this!" Fenwick pleaded to the Buxaplentys in the foyer next to suitcases that'd been packed for him. A good portion of his face plastered in several bandages decorated with custom golden "B" crests. "It was a mistake!"
"The only mistake was ever trusting you under our roof!" Orville scowled to his former best friend, his wife Diana standing beside him with hands on her hip.
Remy watched the situation unfold, seated at the base of the marble steps with his ferret across his lap. Gentle fingers stroked purple fur, making a conscious effort not to touch where the gauze had been replaced with a decorative bandage. Remy glanced down to the sleeping ferret in his arm, more than a little worried about these sporadic bouts of fatigue throughout the day. Hopefully it was part of recovery and not a more serious head injury…
"This...is all a misunderstanding-"
"The cameras don't lie, Fenwick!" Diana showed no sympathy. The full security footage of last night's chaotic incident inside the country club had exposed damming evidence of why a normally well-behaved pet viciously attacked the nanny of eleven years.
"All I've ever done since he was born was love that boy!"
Remy grimaced at Fenwick's cry. Such a pathetic liar…
"Looks like you love him a little too much." Orville stated bitterly. "We cannot have a pedophile in our home! You must leave and never return!"
Dismay crossed his features, brimming in Fenwick's eyes. Hanging his head in attempts not to break down in front of them. To think he was worried Remy would be the one to stir controversy in exposing their relationship, when in the end, it was his fault that their love came to a crashing halt.
"One more thing." Diana snooted, Fenwick raising eyes of hurt and defeat. "If you even think about lawyering up…don't. Unless you'd like to live behind bars."
Remy eyed his parents cynically. Something's off; why were they just letting that bastard go…?
"Escort this pig off the property!" Diana instructed the two security guards on standby. One guard then grabbed Fenwick's suitcases while the other took him by both arms.
As Fenwick was escorted towards the French doors, bristled mint watched one last glance of those pitiful, longing brown eyes. Churning Remy's stomach as the security guards led Fenwick out to the limo requested to drive him to who freaking cares where.
"That should cease any negative press…" Orville groaned to his wife once the fiend was out of their sight, catching Remy's listening ear.
"Colleagues are already talking; imagine the tabloids if we'd kept someone like that around!" Diana added in relief, insensible to her son's seething brow.
Carefully lowering his godfather from his lap to the step just as Juandissimo blinked out of his doze, Remy fixed his glare on his oh so 'loving' parents. Setting the ferret aside as he rose to his feet and confronted them. "That's it?" he balled fists to his sides. "That's really the only reason you fired him?!"
Orville seemed confused, staring at his wife "…did you hear something?"
"Your son is speaking to you!" Remy's demand was met with Diana's scoff of annoyance.
"Well, if you must know," she faced the boy, snobby hands still on her hips "keeping Fenwick around would be asking for bad business, and we've worked too hard to let that happen."
Wow, that's low. Even for them. "Do you seriously not care what he did to me?!"
"No, we don't!" Diana barked back, cracking her composure. "We never wanted you in the first place!"
His glare widened, heart gashed from the piercing slash of his mother's revelation.
"Diana…" Orville warned quietly. This was not the time nor the place to hash this out "…don't-"
"We never wanted children!" her resentment continued. "The only reason you're even here is because both of our families demanded an heir for every last cent every Buxaplenty has ever worked for!"
Scorn tensed his lip, Remy's fists beginning to tremble.
"Just our luck that our 'family' all mysteriously went MIA the very moment you were born. Leaving us with unsurmountable responsibilities and some little brat we didn't know what to do with!"
Every word boiled Juandissimo's blood. The nerve of that woman…
"Fenwick was the only one with half a soul willing to step up when no one else bothered to, and because of you, we had no other choice but to let him go!" only an ounce of vexation escaped in her sigh. "No matter…you're old enough to fend for yourself anyway."
His grimace deepened, brewing fresh tears. Diana leaned forward, inches from his face.
"If it were up to me…if I had any choice at all…" her voice dropped dangerously low "…I would've been first in line at the nearest abortion clinic."
From the steps, Juandissimo caught the tragic sight of a lone tear trickling down Remy's cheek, dropping from his quivering chin.
"Why are you crying!? I should be the one crying!" Diana's voice cracked in his face, insensitive to his tears from all the years she had to cry to herself. "I was nothing more than some incubation machine-"
"Jesus, Diana, that's enough!" Orville silenced his wife by a snatch on her arm. If he had known she would've said that much, he would've stopped her sooner.
Unable to bear much more, Remy stripped himself away. Bursting through the French doors as the purple ferret ran past the Buxaplentys after him.
"REMY!" Juandissimo neared full speed in his chase across vast green acres, struggling to keep up with Remy's erratic direction that showed no sign of easing up. A pulsing pain beneath his bandage soon slowed the fairy down, forming distance from his godchild. Dios mi, is he fast…he panted, the view of Remy's back blurring in and out. Not exactly smart to run with a migraine…
Shaking his head to combat the feeling of faint, Juandissimo estimated Remy's trajectory before he used his wand to teleport him.
Tears stream with each pained grunt, slowing to a stop near the country club's fountains. Doubling over with hands on bent knees from the fiery burn in his lungs, wheezes mixed with weeping sobs. He knew it, he knew his parents never loved him! Why else would they leave him to some creep, just so they'd never have to deal with him!?
His own parents resented him! His nanny used him! The popular kids couldn't care if they wanted to!
Remy fell to his knees as stinging tears shut his eyes, overcome with heartache. Why…why did no one love him…
When a strong pair of hands touched his shoulders from behind, resistance flailed in his arms and spun him around. Screaming as he fought against his captor.
"Cálmate, Remy!"
He froze, more tears flooding his eyes. Blurring the firm blue-violets that locked with his startled stare. Remy blinked away enough tears to visualize his fairy godfather, and all tension melted from clenched arms, trembling his lip. Coming to the realization that very person restraining him in that moment…was the only person to ever truly love and care for him.
Floating eye level, Juandissimo released Remy from his hold when he felt it was safe to do so, only to wince from the force of his torso entrapped by clinging arms. He looked down at the sobs buried into his chest, crying out in dire need of affection. His heart ached for this poor boy's wounded heart. His soul bleeding out with each anguished cry.
Juandissimo set his chin into Remy's hair as Remy cried in his embrace.
AN: Don't crucify me, but I don't have the whole "fairy baby ban" in my AU. I saw way younger fairies than Cosmo throughout the show before Season 6, and for a show that consistently breaks its own rules, I think I get a pass.