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The beginning of this chap is hella cringe...so, um...trigger warning? xD
As the pale crescent moon shone like a silvery star in the 2:00am sky, all seemed serene in the affluent neighborhood. The subtle glow of outdoor lighting cast shadows along the white brick and green shrubbery the Buxaplenty mansion. With the railroad of empty hallways awake from the brightness of LED lighting, the occupants of the mansion slept soundly in their dark rooms…
Except for one horny nanny.
Peering left and right to ensure the halls were not patrolled by on-sight security, Fenwick Nicholas tiptoed out of his bedroom, quietly shutting his door. Wearing a plain white Tee with hairy legs exposed in white boxers, Fenwick tiptoed three doors down to his left before he twisted the knob to his lover's room ever so delicately. As the door opened cautiously, strips of light gradually pierced through the darkness, sparkling along the tiles. The strips of light stopped just before the foot of the king-size bed when Fenwick tiptoed his way inside, closing the door softly. Thankfully, both his lover and that ferret of his were not disturbed.
That would ruin the rush.
Taking his time creeping towards the unoccupied side of the bed, the nanny took his time soaking in the serenity of the moon's glow through the window, casting just enough light into the room for a clearer view of his lover. Peace shaped his features in the most stunning way, drawing the nanny closer. When he reached his lover's bedside, he took a quick glance over at the small cage resting beside the digital clock on the nightstand. Seeing the purple ferret curled placidly in his cage made the nanny crinkle his nose, mentally cursing whatever abominable trap hole Remy had purchased the little weasel from. As long as it wasn't awake to stand in the way of his hidden treasure.
Facing the sleeping figure, Fenwick took a seat next to him. Only when his bed shifted did the child stir, rolling onto his back in his sleep. Getting into the perfect position that curved the nanny's lips. His shirt was partially buttoned, exposing a peek of his smooth, hairless chest. It sent sensual jitters down Fenwick's spine, rousing the snake in his boxers. He closed his eyes tersely, inhaling a humbling breath. He couldn't get too excited over a teaser…not when he had the whole treasure chest to dive into.
The boy's eyes blinked when tips of ravening fingers brushed his chest. Lifting his head to the male figure laying on his right, his other hand shushed the boy with an index finger over his lips. Impulsively, Remy's muscles stiffened when those ravening fingers crossed into the forbidden land beneath the covers, closer to their hidden treasure. Fenwick made himself more comfortable, leaning down near Remy's cheek. Sighing contently as ravening fingers broke the threshold, reaching inside silk pajamas.
Remy kept his eyes to the canopy framed in gold metal, inhaled a sharp breath when his face flushed hot under Fenwick's gentle yet assertive touch. Feeling ravening fingers massaging him, fondling him. Having been rewarded with his prize, the nanny smiled at the boy, moaning quietly in his ear. He knew he had to keep quiet but…he just couldn't help himself.
Mint eyes veered towards the purple ferret to his left, noting the ruffling stir in his fur. Dreading what could happen if Juandissimo woke up. "Fenwick, stop…" he whispered to his nanny, eyes fixed on his ceiling "…n-not tonight…"
Instead of slowing him down, this made Fenwick's fingers stroke faster. Harder. Rising heat blushed Remy's cheeks as his breath began to pace, curling the nanny's grin as he whispered in his ear "…are you sure?"
It was hard to know for certain when Remy couldn't think straight. "…s-stop…" his shallow breath tried to urge, only for Fenwick to increase his efforts inside his pajama pants. The nanny's tender kisses near the base of his neck added to the pressure building in his pelvis. A euphoric pain washed over, resurfacing the overwhelming urge to pee…
Everything screeched to a halt when the most ominous growl commanded their attention.
Nanny and child darted eyes towards the ferret cage, caught off guard under the ferret's deep snarl. Fenwick removed his hand, seeing scowling blue-violets solely focused on him. Puffing his tail, Juandissimo bared his teeth before he pounced in his cage, startling Fenwick to his feet in his scurry off the mattress. That puta pedo was lucky centuries of anger management and Da Rules held him back; so badly did he want to rip into him, but unless indirectly, Juandissimo couldn't touch him.
Remy tensed, sitting up in his bed with drawn sheets to his chest. This was the angriest he'd ever seen from the otherwise mellow fairy. He looked on as brown eyes wavered between him and the vengeful ferret, slowly stepping backwards from Juandissimo's intimidating growl.
Feeling backwards for the escape of the door, Fenwick fumbled with the knob until he caught his grip. He paused for a moment, caught by the shaken innocence in mint-green eyes. An innocence so captivating, swelling his heart with the same warmth bulging in his boxers all over again…
A final screech from the ferret snapped the nanny back to reality and prompted his stumble haste out of the room.
. . . . . .
6:09 am blared, signaling the end of the fourth snooze. Two alarms droned before a tired hand slammed the button, deadening the digital clock. Remy groaned, burying his face in his pillow. Having a mental heart-to-heart with himself just to get up.
After Fenwick had left, Juandissimo had tried to talk to him. All his nerve could do was lay back down with his back turned to him, unable to look Juandissimo in the eye. He threw his covers over his head, unresponsive to Juandissimo's calls to him. Over time, the calls went quiet; however, Remy's mind raced with blaring thoughts for what felt like ages. He'd finally reconciled with sleep maybe an hour before his 6:00am alarm, and boy, did it feel like it.
Wearily propping himself upright, Remy turned to the ferret in his cage. Half surprised that Juandissimo was awake, half troubled from the grave expression in his eyes staring at nothing. Fenwick's face flashed in his mind, and his stomach clenched in instant guilt. "…J-Juandissimo?"
Somber blue-violets glanced to the boy.
"…I-I'm sorry…"
"…why are you apologizing." Though his tone was soft, Juandissimo's question sounded more like a statement, causing Remy to shrink.
"B-because…" fretful fingers scrunched his cotton duvet, still finding eye contact difficult "…because…" he swallowed "…y-you saw…"
Juandissimo observed the distress in his godchild's frown. Assuming his aggression may have frightened his godchild, he kept a level head "…are you ready to talk?"
Mint green shot up "…a-about?"
"What happened last night."
Remy slumped his shoulders, conflicted eyes downcast. What even was there to say?! That he was embarrassed? That he felt dirty? That his fairy godfather freaked over his nanny touching him and now he was more confused as to why something that was deemed right…felt so wrong?
"…Remy?"
Contemplative moments passed before Remy spoke just above a whisper "…I-I…should start getting ready for school…"
Remy pulled back his covers and dragged himself out of bed, his head lowered as he walked past Juandissimo's bothered gaze.
Nimbus clouds hung low across the sky, tinted in a cooling grey. Mid-autumn danced in a gentle breeze through hair silk like black velvet, swaying the hem of her white mini skirt. Her foot tapped rhythmically to Briteny Briteny's newest hit that was stuck in her head, passing a snail's time waiting for the school bus. She still couldn't understand why she her father didn't allow riding to school in a stylish limousine like Remy; the daughter of Dimmsdale's highest paid real estate investor should not be objected to waiting on a raggedy, smelly, old bus.
"Finally…" she huffed when she spotted the school bus outside the extravagant metal bars of the affluent community, stalled as security flipped the switch to open the gate. Reaching into her back pocket, she took out her handheld mirror, making sure her eye shadow still looked good. When the bus entered through the gate, it drove to the third house on its right, flashing red lights as double doors slid open.
Pocketing her mirror, the most popular girl in school flipped her hair, confidence curved in her smirk. Approaching the bus, she used the rails to climb the steep steps. The bus driver shut the doors behind her as she stood at the front of the aisle, giving him a look as she cleared her throat.
"Oh, sorry." The driver picked up his intercom, standing from his driver's seat to announce "Ladies and gentlemen! The lovely and popular; Trixie Tang!"
Installed strobe lights dropped from the ceiling, shining warm beams as the diamonds from the disco ball glittered and sparkled in yellow lights. An applause welcomed Trixie, dying soon after the bus driver put away the strobe lights and disco ball with the push of a button.' In the first seat of the first row, raven ponytails shrank into the gray leather, The Watchtower magazine hugged to her chest. Hoping to stay invisible as Trixie strutted by.
"Hi Trixie!" the Griffin stepbrothers were the first to verbally greet her, leaned casually in their seat.
"Hello popular boys, Tad and Chad!" Trixie waved, and Tad swoon in admiration. Smiling softly, Chad shook his head at his stepbrother before he turned around to face the seat diagonal to them, spotting the blonde hair that would smell of cotton candy if he were next to her. Admiring the sparkle in those big, blue eyes.
"Heeeeey, Trixie!" Veronica beamed, waved her fingers.
Trixie painted a smirk. "Hello, popular girl who will never be as popular as me!"
"Hey, Trixie!" the bucktooth boy waved, his two best friends beside him giving him the side-eye. Hoping Trixie would finally acknowledge him.
Trixie held her nose high, paying little mind. "Hello, empty bus seat!"
"Darnit!" Timmy pouted in his seat, asking himself why the most popular girl in school pretended a commoner like him didn't exist.
As the bus used the cul-de-sac at the end of the street to turn around, Tootie returned to reading The Watchtower, brushing up on that month's biblical teachings. The first article titled "Oppose the Devil" opened with James 4:7, 'Oppose the Devil, and he will flee from you.' Despite the complicated metaphors and big words, the text discussed the importance of opposing Satan, a deceiver through and through. She read the example of Genesis 3:1-6 where Satan had disguised himself as a serpent, tricking Eve into consuming the forbidden fruit. Convincing her that she could find greater happiness by acting independently of God.
'Satan corrupts people's minds and warps their thinking' she read, 'Just as he seduced Eve, he can cause Christians to reason falsely and imagine that their happiness depends on something Jehovah and his Son disapprove of.'
Reading that last sentence led Tootie to glance down at her teal bracelet. Rose acknowledged her with a grin, and Tootie could only compress her lips inward, internally torn.
Rose may have said she was not a sinner for making wishes granted with magic, but Jehovah God disapproved of magic. What if Rose to Tootie was like the serpent to Eve? What if she was warping her thinking, corrupting her mind to believe it was okay to oppose Jehovah? Should she turn herself in to the elders? Confess her possession of magic? If so, was she willing to expose the existence of Rose and send her away? Never to be seen again?
Tootie closed her magazine, biting down on her lip which her teal bracelet noticed. "Something wrong?" Rose asked, no hint of the spite and scorn that always seemed extant in her father.
Tootie shook her head. "Don't wanna read anymore..."
"You sure that's all?"
"Mhmm…"
Arriving at Dimmsdale Elementary, the bus slowed to a stop along the school curb, sliding the doors for students to unload. Tootie remained in her seat, making a point to be the last to exit. This way, no one could shove her then pretend to be innocent whenever she turned around or push her to the ground and pretend to step on her for their own amusement. She'd gone through enough of that last year…
Stepping off the bus, Tootie held her head down, clutching her backpack straps in a slouch. Making herself invisible among groups of students socializing along the schoolyard. All she had to was keep her head down and make it to the school…
"Tootie!?"
A familiar voice froze her in her tracks, a voice difficult to ignore.
"Tootie!" her older sister continued to call, standing on the sidewalk a good distance from elementary grounds. Attracting onlookers as Tootie felt her knees wobble under their nosy stares. "Uncle Vic and I are gonna get you out of there! You'll never have to deal with those cultist bastards again!"
Tootie's feet felt glued to one spot. Guilt glossed her eyes, biting her quivering lip.
"Are you okay?!" she heard her sister exclaim. Tootie couldn't see her face, but the crack in Vicky's voice reeked of desperation. "Talk to me!"
The other kids have never seen such behavior from the most sadistic babysitter known in town. Vicky didn't care; she cared less about the stares, cared less about the comments spoken under breaths that will never have to courage to speak up. She cared less about the shunning practice and didn't give a flying fuck about the rules. She just missed her little sister!
Though she wasn't allowed to show it, Tootie missed her too. So badly did she want to run to Vicky and melt into her arms. So badly did she want to just let it all out, to be calmed by Vicky whispering in her ear that it'll all be alright.
At the end of the day, Vicky was an apostate, a poison to Jehovah. If Tootie got too close…she'd be poisoned too.
"Tootie!"
Only by sheer will did her feet tear her away, fleeing through the small crowds of students as her sister continued to call out to her. Unaware of the pink-hatted boy's quizzical gaze as she sped past.
The brunette sauntered down the hall towards the cafeteria, meeting Chester and AJ for lunch.
"Yay! It's Chicken Tender Thursday!" the green wristband cheered.
The overt cheeriness over low-budget cafeteria food made Timmy smirk. "Are you actually excited?"
"Duuuuh! Those tenders slap!"
"Huh?! Slap?!" Such strange lingo puzzled the boy.
"He means they're really good, sport." the pink wristband sighed in translation. Her husband tended to forget that humans were not as 'progressive' as fairies.
Passing by a row of lockers, Timmy stalled when he laid eyes upon the most beautiful girl in the whole universe. Her dark hair hung perfectly down her back. The little dimple in her cheek and the tiny slant in her eyes made her so much cuter when she smiled. Her voice was smooth as silk, light as a feather. Her elegance, her grace, her trendy style, those legs as long as years…he liked what he saw. Though, he did not like the way Trixie's arm draped over the young billionaire's shoulder, laughing and talking his ear off. Buxaplenty's spaced-out frown seemed like he didn't want to be there, taking for granted what Timmy longed for. He'd love for Trixie to talk his ear off with her arm around him…
"What's your deal with that girl anyway?" Cosmo asked when he noticed Timmy's distraction, also referencing his little stunt on the bus that morning. "And why do you like her so much!?"
"She's the prettiest girl in school!" Timmy defended. "What's not to like!"
"Her plastic personality..." Wanda remarked sarcastically.
Timmy scoffed. "You don't even know Trixie!"
"We know as much about her as you do." Wanda countered.
"Which is noooooooooooot a lot!" Cosmo added.
Timmy rolled his eyes, redirecting his attention back to his crush. They don't know who the real Trixie is. The Trixie that, once upon a time, remembered his name…
He still remembered the Trixie from third grade when her family had first moved to Dimmsdale. A wealthy yet shy girl who sucked at socializing. Sophia wasn't rich, but she was more the social butterfly. One day, while everyone else colored in groups, Trixie was sitting alone in a corner. Having such a big heart, Sophia had introduced herself and asked if she wanted to color with her and Timmy, and from that day on, they were like two peas.
Trixie came out of her shell around Sophia, talking and playing for hours nonstop. Not only did they love shopping and all things girly, but they also loved meeting at the arcade and playing every single game until Trixie had no more money to spend on coins.
Sophia back then was like the Trixie of today; everyone at school knew who she was. It was the moment Trixie became good friends with her that all the kids bothered remembering Trixie's name. Though some would argue that Trixie was prettier, Sophia was like Trixie's right hand. She didn't care about that as much back then.
Veronica had always been abnormally jealous of Sophia and Trixie. It drove her crazy to be labeled as third most popular to Sophia and Trixie; no one adored her as much as Sophia, and compared to Trixie's impeccable beauty, she was considered 'average.' After Sophia's untimely death, Trixie surpassed her as the most popular girl. Everyone showered her in sympathy, transferring their love and adoration for Sophia onto Trixie. Simply by existing. Veronica wanted the same love and adoration Trixie got with zero effort, so Veronica managed to wiggle her way onto Trixie's good side, not even giving Trixie a week to grieve the loss of her first best friend. Veronica wanted to be Trixie's Sophia, and Trixie longed to fill the void that her best friend had left…
Once Trixie integrated with Veronica and her childhood friends Tad and Chad, Trixie changed for the worst. She started speaking how they spoke, started thinking how they thought. She started denouncing anything deemed 'ungirly' (including going to the arcade) all for the sake of not being called 'weird' by her new friends. Her warmth froze over, and her inner depth shallowed. But even with her drastic transformation, Timmy just knew the Trixie his sister loved and cherished was still in there.
For his sake, she had to be.
"And then, my mom was like 'well, why don't we take the limo to Skippy Cheese's Pizza place, and then buy it!'" Trixie gloated, giggling. When her oh so fascinating story received no reaction, her giggle switched to a grunt. "Hey!" Trixie poked Remy's shoulder, stripping him from troubled thoughts. "Are you listening to me?!"
"I'm listening, Trixie!"
The wealthy kids turned to the girly voice approaching them, Trixie's smile immediately soiled in disgust. Snaking a more territorial arm around Remy's tense shoulders. "What do you want, empty bus seat?"
"It's Timmy." he corrected, paying that Buxaplenty kid no mind. "Buuuuuuuut, remember when I stood up to that jerk Francis the other day?! Wasn't that cool?! Sucks that I got detention for it…but that was cooooooooool, huh!"
Trixie simply stuck her nose in the air, and Remy gave her a look.
Realizing she was ignoring him, Timmy waved an impatient hand in her face "…uh, hello!? I'm talking to you!"
"Doesn't mean I'm listening." Trixie sneered, checking her fresh manicure.
"What? Why!?"
"Cuz you're only worth my time if you're worth at least six figures."
And to prove her point, she tightened her hold around the young billionaire. He'd only been half listening, but even that made Remy narrow his eyes at her like 'hold up, wait a minute.'
Timmy furrowed his brow in a sour pout towards Trixie, his confidence deflated. "…money isn't everything, yknow." he muttered.
Trixie smiled haughtily. "That's exactly what someone worth zero would say."
Her words punched the gut of his spirit. Another bitter reminder of how worthless he was. A reminder of how insignificant he was. How unwanted he was. As Trixie blatantly laughed in his face, Timmy had to walk away before embarrassing disappointment kicked in. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get far, because in a blink, he was yanked by the back of the shirt into a nearby room by a mysterious force.
He facepalmed teal tile in an audible 'oof,' groaning before he lifted himself to his knees. Scanning his surroundings, he saw multiple bulletin boards and filing cabinets overflowed with photos and old articles of the school newspaper.
Hearing the door shut behind him, Timmy spun around to the figure by the door, his eyes widening once he recognized who'd trapped him. "Francis?!"
Blackish-blue discoloration on the left side of his head, Francis loomed menacingly towards him, cracking his knuckles. Timmy stumbled back, crawling backwards in attempts to escape.
"You got quite a punch, Turner." the predator continued his intimidating strides, backing his prey against the wall. His eyes narrowed. "But don't think you're gonna getta one up like that again."
"Guys! I wish-" Timmy was yanked by his collar, and his promptly and belligerently thrown into the same wall he'd been backed into.
"This is my payback!"
His scrawny body crashed to the floor, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Timmy's arms wobbled in attempts to push himself up before Francis clawed the back of his hair and smashed his head against the tile. A small snap cracked in Timmy's nose, filling his nostrils in a warm liquid.
Francis yanked him by his hair once more, scarlet trickling from Timmy's nose. Revenge in his scowl, his voice deepened ominously. "I'll show you what a Vitamin Fist can really do…"
Slamming the defenseless child to the ground, Francis crawled on top to straddle him. Without hesitation, knuckled fist after knuckled fist rained down on Timmy's face. Timmy would have blocked the punches with his arms, but he didn't want to risk Cosmo or Wanda getting hit. Instead, he laid there and took his beating. Like Trixie said…he was worth nothing. Not even worth saving.
His punishment was cut short from a piercing blow to the side of his head.
. . . . . .
Darkness enclosed him in a void of abyss. Floating aimlessly in the obscure infinitude of shadows. When he blinked, it was as if his eyes never opened. Until a spark of light glittered, then stretched, consuming him…
Through squinted eyes, he found himself lost in blank space. White of the purest hue in every direction. His hands suddenly felt wet and sticky, peering down. Thick crimson coated his palms, eyes widened in dismay. Dismay shook in his fingers as the liquid dripped into infinity. Realizing his feet had no ground to stand on, blue eyes searched frantically for some level of understanding…
…was he dead?
"…Bubba."
"…Sophie?" he whirled around in search of the source. He really must be dead if he just heard his sister. "Where are you?!" His feet instinctively took steps, propelling his floating legs forward in an unknown direction.
"…wake up, Bubba…"
"Sophie!?" He could hear her…why couldn't he see her?!
A light brighter than white sparkled from far away. The glimmering aura obscured her outline, only distinguishing the bow that tied her low pony in the back.
His hands reached out to her, still coated in crimson. His feet walked forward but…his body moved backwards. He tried to run, only to find that gravity pulled him in the opposite direction as her voice echoed from farther away.
"…wake up…"
"SOPHIA!"
A magnetic pull seized control, tying a rope around his limbs. The glimmering aura shrank smaller and smaller, floating farther and farther away. Arms outstretched, he tried to reach her. His attempts proved futile when static crossed his vision, sucking him in with a gentle force…
Baby-blue drowsily parted, dizziness swaying in his mind. Slowly blinking away the fog to lavender specs looking down at him, settled on the bridge of his protruding nose. A jade headband tied around the balding man. The little ginger hair he had left was either trimmed in a chin beard or tied in a low pony similar to the ambiguous figure. A yellow daishiki bordered in green tribal patterns covered the back hair that he wasn't proud of, accompanied with striped, green pants and jade flip-flops.
"You okay, lil' man?" Mr. Birkenbake spoke gently, a hand left on the boy's shoulder from where he'd attempted to wake him.
Disorientation stared at the ceiling. Sharp throbs stung in his cheeks and his skull. The taste of iron on his tongue, his nostrils full of the smell.
"…Lemme go get tha nurse."
"No…" Timmy rasped, brushing the teacher's hand away as he made himself sit up. Getting up too quickly, his spinning head sent him stumbling backwards.
The school newspaper editor caught the poor boy before he hit the ground. "Woah, take it easy, lil' dude."
Timmy rolled himself out of Mr. Birkenbake's arms, landing on hands and knees. Blinking vertigo as drops of scarlet coughed from his mouth.
"I think I should take you to the nurse." Mr. Birkenbake started to make his way towards the door.
"No…" Timmy spoke more clearly, bringing himself to one knee. "…I'll take myself…"
Mr. Birkernbake wasn't so sure. This kid looked pretty messed up. "Uh…a-are you sure, dude?"
The brunette managed to stand on unsteady feet. The back of his hand wiped blood from his nose, wincing from the pain. Mr. Birkenbake's worried stare didn't stop Timmy from dragging his feet towards the exit.
"…are you at least gonna spill tha beans to Waxelplax on who did this?"
Timmy held the doorknob, stopped in his tracks. Guess Francis dipped before anyone thought to find him in here. Not like anything would be done about it. If you're not popular, rich, athletic, or smart…you're nothing "…don't worry about that."
The school bell resonated through the halls and outside the building, signifying the end of recess. Some reluctantly while others willingly, crowds of children herded towards the double doors, entering and traveling to respective classes and lockers.
Chester and AJ scanned the crowd for their third musketeer. Timmy had never met them for lunch and was MIA all recess. Both boys called out when a pink hat stood out among the student body, but their calls were ignored as the boy traveled opposite of their direction.
Passing classroom #44, Timmy trudged along, his vision tunneled. Oblivious to the questioning and judging stares as he passed. He passed the nurse's office towards the boy's bathroom, pushing the door open. Stepping aside for a couple boys to exit, ignoring their puzzled gaze as he entered.
Reaching one of the sinks, dull eyes stared at his tattered reflection. Bruises blemished his face, blood trailed from his crooked nose and swelled lips.
"…w-we're so sorry, champ." he heard his green wristband speak up, raising his right arm to meet the remorse in shamrock orbs. "We wanted to help but…" his sentence trailed off.
"Don't apologize." Timmy murmured. "Couldn't make a wish fast enough…"
"Still…"
Fuchsia eyed her godchild lean over the sink, clutching his pulsing head. In spark of volition, Wanda raised her wand, sparking pink sparkles. Timmy blinked as pink hues shimmered over his injuries, numbing his skin in a warm tingle. Magic slowly dried the blood, shriveling each bruise. Straightening his nose and shrinking swollen lips down to normal size. Shooting throbs in his entire head nulled into hums, then disappeared into nothingness.
"There." the pink wristband smiled, lowering her wand when she was finished. "All better, for now?"
Staring at his reflection made anew, despair still fell in his features when he looked down at his hands now barren of blood. The physical pain may be gone…yet the ache in his soul remained.
AN: The article mentioned called "Oppose the Devil" is a real article from the October 2002 edition of The Watchtower magazine. Not advising you go read it, just letting you know that didn't make that article up. I thought it tied in with Tootie's thought process, so I used it for that purpose.