A/N: This is a mess but FUCK IT! It's my random obsession about characters I haven't thought of in years and I get to make it as self-indulgent as I want! FOUND FAMILY TIME BABYYY

Some quick world building/headcanon things for context -
* I'm a firm believer in disabled, cane using Peri, but his disability here doesn't operate exactly how it would on a human since fairies have different biology (I'll explain more in the end notes). I've modeled his condition and aids after real things to an extent, but I want to heavily emphasize that this is not how any real world disorders operate (to my knowledge) because Peri is a fairy! Their biology is different!
* Cosmo and Wanda go on a 10,000 year vacation, but because of time travel shenanigans that only amounts to them having been gone for six or seven years in the timeline. (So basically while Peri was off learning to fairy godparent, they were taking their rest)

Timmy Turner had turned sixteen last week and hadn't been acting right since. Poof would know; the two kids were thick as thieves, partners in crime in every sense. They held no secrets and kept their promises. So when his godbrother brushed off an invitation to read comics together in favor of curling beneath his bed sheets, Poof went straight to his parents for answers. He caught his mom before bed one night when Timmy was busy changing in the bathroom.

"Mama?" He asked, floating by her side. "Why is Timmy so sad?"

"Because he's growing up." Wanda wrapped one arm around Poof, holding him against her side. "When he becomes an adult, he won't have us anymore. We've told you this before, haven't we?" Poof nodded. Many times his parents had stressed how they were going to be reassigned a new godkid once Timmy was an adult time and time again. They had lost their assignment on Chloe three years ago. While Poof had been young enough to not remember her well, they still saw her time and time again whenever she was home from her fancy boarding school.

"But we still have two years before that happens, I'll be seven!" He stressed the unimaginably large age. "I know we'll be helping a new kid, but we'll still see him! We'll call and visit and I'll help catch Timmy up on comics even when he gets too busy with college and work and..." Poof trailed off, watching the heartbreak fill his mother's eyes.

"Oh, baby..." She whispered. "No. We- we won't be- they'll-" Wanda paused to compose herself. "They'll have to erase his memories. Timmy won't remember us, just like Chloe doesn't."

Peri still replayed that moment over and over in his mind. The sinking feeling that flooded him, the hot tears that spilled from his eyes, the sudden lack of air all around him. It was horrific, but more than that he remembered the immediate aftermath.

Timmy had come back to see Poof in tears and rushed to his side, letting Poof latch onto his arm. He hadn't been able to articulate his thoughts, too overwhelmed with feeling. Somehow Timmy understood though, quietly offering Poof a night spent cuddled in his arms. Poof agreed in an instant.

Peri would give anything to go back to that moment; to fall asleep to the sound of Timmy's heartbeat again., pressed against him in a bone-crushing hug.


A month or so later Timmy had pulled himself out of the gutter. When Poof asked why, he said something about not letting it end poorly, making the most of their last days together. Poof begged him not to call it that. They didn't need any more reminders of the inevitable.
They spent their days wrapped up in everything from fantastical adventures to mundane movie nights. Timmy still went to school and hung out with his friends, but not as much as before. Any spare moment was dedicated to his family, to trying everything in his power to engrave them so deeply in his memories that nothing could pry them out. When he looked back on this time, Peri felt overwhelming joy and guilt at how much of his time the fairies took up. They were the reason Timmy had ended up so distant from his friends (even if they eventually reconciled.)


There were times that Timmy would lash out at them; when he would storm off to go break something. Nothing but a ball of pain and rage. He would always return with tears in his eyes and apologies on his tongue. They were never mad at him. Cosmo explained to Poof one day how he was mourning their separation and going through the stages of grief. It was perfectly natural and something that he had to work through on his own.


Timmy's seventeenth birthday was the bittersweet beginning of the end. His parents were out of town again, the third "business trip" in a row, leaving them the house to themselves for the party. Poof had gotten him a present all on his own this year; a raspberry beanie to replace the baseball cap Timmy had long since outgrown. He had taken it from a human store, leaving behind a small collection of coins and bills in its place. He could have just made the hat himself, but he had the sinking suspicion that forgetting all magic would mean any magical possessions would disappear from Timmy's life. His parents had the same idea, gifting Timmy a pair of white canvas sneakers he could decorate and a blank scrapbook. The cake had been baked early that morning while the boys were still asleep, sloppily decorated and grainy to taste, but it was perfect. It was messy and haphazard and real and everything the small family craved.


With every day that passed, Poof felt himself falling in love with the mundane even more. He wasn't sure why, but even the most fantastical adventure didn't hold a candle to Timmy trying to explain how to tie shoelaces.
Peri understood why. It was the desperate attempt of a child to foster a connection with his brother (because that's what they had been. What they were. There was no other way to look at it or phrase it. They had all known it, but never said it out loud. Something Peri regretted every single day.)


Every morning, Timmy woke up hours before sunrise to take Poof to the park. The fairy would disguise himself as a dog on the way there, but it was always abandoned enough that he could let the disguise melt away. They would play together and watch the sunrise before walking home in time for school. Mr. and Mrs. Turner never paid their son's absence any mind. In fact, the only time they mentioned it was when Mrs. Turner saw Poof as a dog for the third time.
"Oh, how cute! I wonder what breed he is."
That was it. Not even a question on where the dog had come from. Timmy had made up some lie, something about him being a rescue. That was the first time Poof realized how bad the Turners were.
Godparents were only given to miserable kids. He knew that must mean that Timmy had been miserable before he met Cosmo and Wanda. Poof also knew that the number one cause of godchildren being miserable was mistreatment by their parents. (Peri also knew this was one of the largest contributors to how short many godparents stay with their kids. Many times the kids would simply wish themselves away from their parents, wish themselves better treatment.) But Poof just hadn't put the dots together. Timmy was always so happy with his godfamily, it was easy for Poof to let himself ignore the facts.
Despite everything else happening during his senior year of high school, Timmy continued to carve out hours a day to spend with his godparents. He built model planes and plastic brick sets with Cosmo and spent afternoons learning how to cook with Wanda. In return, the fairy godparents used their human disguises around the house every so often, even beginning to teach Poof how to appear human long before they were supposed to. They took dozens of photos together on old digital and film cameras dug out from the attic while disguised, filling the scrapbook to the brim. Every waking moment was spent fighting the inevitable.


Late some nights, Poof would wake up from restless dreams to find Timmy pouring over his copy of Da Rules. Timmy had wished for it at fifteen, claiming that he wanted to figure out how to break every single one of the rules before he got too old. Peri and Poof both knew that had been a bold-faced lie. The book was stuffed full of sticky notes and annotations, pages saturated in highlighter, but they were only ever about a few specific rules. One more than all the rest.

Timmy would print out records of human court cases at school and borrow law books from the library. Whenever he studied Da Rules, he had several packets of paper and at least two books open at his side. He tried to hide it from his godparents, but Timmy let Poof read through blog posts from lawyers with him, taking notes on how they said to present oneself in the courtroom.

Poof never asked what he was doing, just commented on the dumb court rules or sleepily snuggled closer to his brother. On some level, he knew exactly what he was trying to do, knew why he was trying to hide it from Cosmo and Wanda. Despite how they loved Timmy to the moon and back, they were the most resigned to the inevitable. Poof would catch them crying together occasionally, but whenever he suggested that they look for loopholes, they gave him that sad, pitying smile they always paired with "you're too young to understand".


There were days when Poof wanted nothing more than to scream and cry until his throat was raw and bloody. To create mayhem and destruction, to make things explode and crash and shatter and break.

He never did though. He held it all deep within, going to Timmy for a tight hug and a dumb movie instead. There was no reason to make Timmy feel; any worse. Especially when he was the one who was going to forget them.

Peri still pondered which fate was worse; remembering a family member who was always just out of your reach or forgetting that your family ever existed in the first place.


Fairies could learn how to walk, but they weren't really supposed to. They were made to fly. The legs were more of a vestigial structure than anything, no one really understood why they had stuck around this long. They developed much slower than human legs do, so even those who chose to learn to walk for whatever reason (usually godparents looking to add a human disguise to their repertoire) did it much later in life. Doctors recommended they wait until they were at least in their late 50s before attempting.

Poof started to learn when he was six.

He kept it a secret from his parents but begged Timmy to help him learn while they were at the playground.

"If I can walk, then I can make myself look human and we can play together longer!" He begged with large, puppy-dog eyes.

Timmy caved after just an hour. Poof never told him why he wasn't supposed to be walking, but Timmy figured it out soon enough after Poof could barely stand on his own. Then, after a moment of deliberation, Timmy found a solution.

"I wish you had an aid to help you stand and walk."

Within a moment they were on Poof. Shiny, brand new, and gleaming purple leg braces that covered the entirety of both legs. There were two forearm crutches alongside them which Timmy helped him put on. Peri would see another child with similar braces in Fairy Academy, learning that humans called them Knee Ankle-Foot Orthoses. He couldn't focus the rest of the lesson, too caught up in the emotion that those aids carried. A constant reminder of Timmy.

Poof learned how to walk properly within two weeks thanks to his new aids. Timmy still made sure he took frequent breaks when in human form, but Peri didn't mind nearly as much now. They could stay at the park longer on weekends too, pretending that they kept Poof disguised as a dog when other humans began to arrive.

Sometimes they would stop by the library on their way back, now that Poof could come inside as a person and not a dog. Poof always chose books with large, vibrant pictures and simple sweet stories; Timmy always checked out law books, but occasionally there would be a smaller book tucked in between. He always hid them from his godfamily, but Poof had caught glimpses on their walks home. They were stories about the fae of old; about faerie circles and changelings and secret names.

Peri had never asked his parents how true those old stories were and wasn't planning on it. He wasn't sure which outcome would hurt worse.


The day before Timmy's eighteenth birthday, Poof promised he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't. His parents could barely keep a dry face on days packed with good emotions, they would do all the crying needed. Poof wouldn't let himself waste a single precious second with tears.

Timmy took him to the park like always and they stayed there much longer than they should have. Poof could hear the school buses rolling by, leaving Timmy behind. He said nothing. They played like normal, letting the mundane familiarity of the park engulf them. Pretending they would be able to come back tomorrow and finish their game of tag.

Timmy talked about the most normal things possible on the walk home; how he was going to hang out with Chester and AJ the next day and celebrate, how he had a math test he was missing today but didn't care about, how the newest comic run was progressing. Poof laughed and interjected like normal as well. The only thing out of the ordinary was that Timmy had picked Poof up, carrying him on his shoulders.

It felt like a funeral march.

They tried to hold a small party after lunch. Wanda had baked a cake from scratch again and Cosmo decorated the entire house. They planned games and snacks and movies and everything that could possibly have been thought up. They played party games and stuffed themselves with tasty food, but everything was muffled by a thick blanket of foreboding. Even Cosmo, with his ever-present optimism and smile, couldn't lift the oppressive mood. It was all-encompassing.

As minutes slipped through their fingers faster and faster, Timmy shrunk into himself more and more. Soon the party games stopped and they holed up in Timmy's room, marathoning all his favorite movies.

When the clock struck ten, Timmy got up from his bed and riffled through his closet, returning with an old shoe box.

"I know that it's my birthday but I uh, I got you guys presents." He lifted the lid to show three color-coded gift bags and dozens of envelopes.

"Oh, that's why you wished for gift bags with infinite storage!" Cosmo giggled.

Timmy smiled and handed them each their bag. "The letters are for everyone that I haven't been able to see recently. Like Mark or Jimmy. I didn't want them to think..." Timmy shook his head. "Just, give them the letters if they come looking for me."

Poof cradled his gift bag gently, treating the lavender bag like the precious treasure it was.

"And I know that the presents are probably pretty lame but I didn't want to risk any of them disappearing when-" The soon-to-be-adult's voice broke. "You know."

Slowly reaching inside the bag, Poof lifted out a copy of Crimson Chin that Timmy had read to him several times. There was also something else peeking out of the bag just barely. It was Timmy's old hat. The one he had outgrown years ago, the one that Poof had replaced. The hat that Timmy always joked about dying before letting anyone else have (something about defining features).

That was when the dam broke. Poof dropped everything he was holding to bury himself in Timmy's chest, fighting back the tears slipping out of his overflowing eyes.

"You can't leave us. Jorgen can't make you. He can't."

Timmy's arms encased the smallest fairy, holding his tightly. Distantly, Poof felt his parents join in the hug as well.

"I tried buddy. I tried every loophole I could think of I swear." Timmy whispered. "I gave Jorgen every proposal I could think of but-" Timmy choked out a sob of his own.

They stayed like that for a long time, simply holding each other. Poof was eventually able to get his tears under control, pulling away from Timmy with a relatively dry face.

"We didn't even give you your presents." Poof giggled.

Cosmo and Wanda left the children to fly downstairs where they had hidden the presents.

With a damp wink and a smile, Timmy took his old hat and fit it atop Poof's head.

"A little big, but it suits you. You'll grow into it."

Before Poof could respond, Cosmo and Wanda came back, carrying two small white boxes. Timmy took them gingerly and opened them with shaking hands. Two necklaces, one silver, one gold, in the same shape as the stars atop his godparents' wands.

"We weren't sure if you were more of a silver or gold, so we got both!" Cosmo exclaimed.

"I love them," Timmy whispered.

Poof spared a glance at the clock. Almost eleven.

Timmy put on some late-night channel showing dated cartoons, settling back into his bed with his family at his side once again.

Eleven thirty passed by, as did eleven forty. At eleven fifty-five Timmy spoke again.

"I'm sorry." He choked out.

"For what, sport?" Wanda asked gently.

"For everything. I was such a brat when I was younger. I was rude to you guys and I was horrible-"

"Timmy." Wanda cut him off. "You don't need to apologize for anything. You were a kid." She cupped his cheeks gently. "You're our kid."

Two fat tears rolled down Timmy's cheeks and he buried himself in Wanda's arms. "I love you guys."

"We love you too," Cosmo said, joining the hug. Poof followed not a second later.

"I don't wanna go," Timmy whispered. "I don't wanna go, mom. I don't-" Timmy's eyes closed.

Wanda let out a strangled sob before laying Timmy down on his bed.

The clock read midnight.

"We have to go now." She whispered.

"Just a few more minutes?" Cosmo begged. "We can't leave him yet. He still needs us." He was sobbing now too.

Poof couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. He was staring at Timmy, sleeping peacefully despite the tear tracks littering his face, engraving every detail in his mind.

If Timmy couldn't remember, he would do it for the both of them.

He had to.


There was no reason to bottle up his emotions any longer. Poof refused to speak to anyone for two weeks after they left, letting the grief consume his very soul. He skipped Spellementary school whenever he could and shunned his classmates. Even when Foop tried to reach out to him, he did nothing but bite back and insult the other. Everything was just too much and there was a too-big hole in his heart. When he finally couldn't keep quiet any longer, he yelled and cried until his throat was raw and bloody. It was just as cathartic as painful.
He wore Timmy's hat every day. It didn't matter what the occasion was, what the weather was, or even if it was messing up his hair. It sat right beneath his floaty, crowny thing. No one ever said anything, but he knew that it unnerved some of the other fairies.


Three years passed. The anger never quite went away, but eventually, the storming emotions relented to a constant simmer. Poof slowly opened back up to his classmates and parents. Letting them help him little by little. It never filled the gaping hole in his heart.

Often Poof would lock himself in his room and conjure up the aids that Timmy had initially wished for him. He would practice walking for hours, making sure that it was impossible for him to forget the motions, even when his legs ached despite the additional support, making sure that one day he could find Timmy again. He could go down to the human world and find his brother, he could make him remember. There was no way he had forgotten them completely. There had to be some kind of way to stir up his subconscious, to find a loophole on the other side. There just had to be

One day he did too much. A sharp pain shot through one of his legs, unlike anything he had felt before, and Poof fell to the ground with a shout. Cosmo had to break the doorknob to get inside the room. Within seconds he was poofing his son to the fairy hospital.

Apparently, Poof had strained something so badly that it had torn. Might-never-heal-right badly. It wouldn't cause too many problems as long as he was still able to fly, but it would affect any future disguising he may try to pull off. They were given medicine to numb the pain, care instructions, and then sent on their way home. Poof hoped that would be the end of the discussion.

He should have known it wasn't when Cosmo said they were flying home instead of poofing there.

"So, you wanna tell me what you were doing with all that fancy equipment on your legs?" Cosmo said.

Poof shrugged wordlessly, floating alongside his father.

"Better to tell me now instead of your mother later."

Poof hated it when his father had a point. "Trying to walk." He grumbled.

"I know that silly, that's how you fell." Cosmo rolled his eyes. "I mean why did you want to walk? We've got wings for a reason!"

Poof mumbled his response.

"What was that?"

"So that I could try to visit Timmy."

"Oh."

Silence filled the air between them.

"I know it hurts-"

"Then why haven't we gone back?" Poof snapped, glaring at his father. "You and Mom can look like humans, why haven't you two visited? Why haven't we tried to jog his memories? Why did you guys let him go?" Poof was screaming by the end of it, simmering anger roaring to its boiling point once again.

"It's complicated-" Poof didn't stick around to let him finish. Instead, he turned around and flew away as fast as he could.


Crossing the bridge was out of the question with how much security surrounded it, so Poof had no choice but to poof himself straight to earth, making sure that it would be within a two-minute flight of Timmy Turner's location.

Apparently, that meant the park Timmy used to take him to.

It was a spring day, just bright enough that Poof had to adjust his cap to block the sunlight, but the park was relatively empty. Poof conjured his braces and crutches again and changed into his human disuse, thankful that the medicine was still relegating his leg's pain to a dull buzz. Now free to roam, he searched the park for his brother.

Timmy was sitting beneath a tree reading an incredibly thick book. He had grown a scraggly excuse of a goatee and had deeper eye-bags, but he was still the Timmy that Poof remembered. He wore the beanie that Poof had gotten him, as well as a loose jacket of the same color, a dull green shirt, a golden star necklace, and ripped jeans. There was a dark grey backpack at his side with dozens of pins covering every spare inch. What stood out the most though were the white canvas sneakers that he wore, covered in lime green and hot pink doodles. The colors could just be a coincidence, but Poof latched onto the sudden surge of hope in an instant, racing to where Timmy sat.

As he approached, Timmy looked up from his book and saw him. When their eyes met, Poof stopped in his tracks. This was real. Timmy was really here. He was really about to talk with his big brother again.

"Are you okay, kid?" Timmy asked, setting his book to the side.

Why had he- oh. Poof was crying.

"Y-yeah, I just-" the words caught in his throat. Timmy had called him kid. He never did that. "I can't find my parents." It would be okay. Poof just needed to help Timmy unearth his memories. That's all.

"Do you want me to help you look for them? We could find an officer and-"

"No! No cops." He couldn't risk that. No one else should know he was there.

Timmy was taken aback by the sudden outburst but nodded his head slowly. "Okay, no cops. Where was the last place you saw your parents."

"Here, in the park. But I wandered off and got turned around." The lies rolled off his tongue easily.

"Our best bet is probably going to be waiting for them to find us if you're that lost. In which case," Timmy smiled again. "Is it alright if I get you some ice cream? There's a stand around here we can get it from. Something to take your mind off of everything, yeah?"

"That sounds great," Poof said, sniffling away the last stray tears.

Timmy put his book in the backpack and they began the walk together, making their way to the ice cream stand that only one of them knew they used to frequent.

"I'm Tim, by the way. Can I know your name?" The name change cut Poof like a knife. He wasn't Tim, he was Timmy. Tim was a too-short grown-up name that Timmy always turned his nose up at.

"I'm Poof." Then, when Timmy gave him an odd look, he added; "It's a family name. I'm ten, how old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

"That's so old," Poof said before he could stop himself.

Timmy laughed. "I guess it is. Feels like just yesterday I was your age." He shuddered. "Jeez, now I really feel old. Don't let me talk like that again, okay kid?"

"Got it!" Poof agreed.

They arrived at the booth and a thrill shot down his spine as Timmy recited their regular order without a second thought. That was it! The memories were still buried in there somewhere, this was the proof he had needed!

"Sorry," Timmy cringed, holding the two ice cream cones. "I completely forgot to ask for your order. I've got cookies and cream and strawberry, you can have whichever-"

"Strawberry!" Poof exclaimed. "Uh, strawberry, please."

"Perfect. Here, I know a good spot to eat these at."

This walk was much shorter, but just as familiar. The bench was just around the bend from the playground, just like how Poof remembered it but surrounded by thousands of wildflowers. That was new, but not bad. Poof settled on the bench and set his crutches aside so he could hold his ice cream cone.

"What's the book you were reading earlier about?" Poof asked. "It looked hard."

"It is. It's a book of assorted court cases. I'm studying to become a lawyer, so I've gotta know all about these things."

"You'll make a good lawyer."

"You think?"

"I do."

With a painfully familiar laugh and smile, Timmy ruffled Poof's hat. "Thanks, sport. It's nice to know that I give off lawyer vibes after all."

Poof giggled, words stolen away by the thick emotions crowding his throat. Things almost felt normal again.

There was a brief moment of silence spent simply enjoying their ice cream.

"You know, I used to have a hat just like yours when I was younger."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I lost it... at some point." A look of pained confusion crossed Timmy's face. "Not really sure when."

"Why's that?" Poof prodded.

Timmy sighed. "My memory is really spotty. It's like someone replaced it with a slice of Swiss cheese one night while I was asleep." He shook his head. "Anyways, the hat really stands out. I like it."

"It does?"

"Yeah! You've got a whole lavender- no, it's more of a periwinkle. A whole periwinkle color scheme going on. The splash of pink compliments it nicely."

Poof paused for a moment, focusing on his ice cream. "Periwinkle?"

"Yeah, they're a type of flower." A light went off in Timmy's eyes. "Wait right here, I'll be back in seven seconds." He took off running behind the bench.

Sure enough seven seconds later, Timmy came running back without his ice cream but with a fist full of... grass?

"Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine," Timmy said in between gasping breaths. "Here, look at these." He dropped the fistful of grass into Poof's hand.

It wasn't grass at all. There were just about a dozen small, purple flowers sitting there. The same shade as Poof's hair.

"See?" Timmy grinned. "Same color."

"You're right..." Something about the gesture was so soft and caring, that it nearly snapped Poof. He had to stay strong though and focus on getting Timmy to remember. "Do you like fairy tales?" Poof asked.

Timmy shrugged. "Enough. I used to read them all the time but they give me headaches now."

"Really? Why-"

"Poof Fairywinkle-Cosma!" An all-too-familiar voice yelled out. Poof didn't have to turn his head to know the exact mix of worry and anger his mother wore.

"Is that your mom?" Timmy asked. With much regret, Poof gave a stiff nod.

Wanda arrived in Poof's line of sight. "Thank you so much for looking after my son, Mr..."

"Turner. But, just Tim is fine. And it was no problem at all! Just glad I could keep the little guy company." Timmy scooped up his backpack. "I'll see you around?"

If it wasn't for Wanda's hand on his arm. Poof would have chased after Timmy in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, his mother kept him pinned in place as she took Timmy's spot.

"What were you thinking young man?" Wanda growled. "You just had to go to the hospital for walking too much, so your response was to sneak down to earth to keep walking and-" Her voice broke. "Poof, you can't do this."

"Why not?" He snapped back. "He still remembers Mom, I saw it! He ordered me strawberry ice cream without me saying anything! He's still wearing all our presents! He-"

"Poof." Wanda cut him off. "This is dangerous."

"Why?" He cried. "If it's so dangerous why can't you tell me?"

Wanda took a deep breath and rubbed her temple. "It's because you could break Timmy's mind." She said finally. "The magic used to seal away memories of magic is something that we can't fix on our own. It takes a very precise type of magic, I'm sure you could find more details in Da Rules. But the important bit is that if you try and solve this on your own, with magic or memories or whatever creative idea you come up with, it could break Timmy's mind." She softened, just a little. "We have to let him go, honey."

Poof looked down at the flowers in his hands, powerless to stop the tears watering them. "This isn't fair. Timmy wasn't just another godkid, he's family. We spent more time with him than his real parents ever did, we spent more time with him than almost any other godkid in history! Why couldn't they make an exception? Even a tiny one? Even if we couldn't stay with him why couldn't he remember us?" Poof was crying again, hugging himself tightly and letting the tears flow freely.

Wanda pulled her son into a side hug, poofing away the ice cream cone threatening to melt all over them. "I don't know."

"I just want my brother back." Poof sobbed.


When Poof finally arrived back home, he was grounded for the next two years. Jorgen very nearly locked all his magic away for the next ten years, only relenting when Poof cried his heart out to the larger fairy. Cosmo conjured up a scrapbook for Poof to press the periwinkle flowers in, seeing how much the tiny blooms meant to his son.


When Poof got his wand, he had it specially made. He would have to use a cane whenever attempting to walk on two legs, so it seemed only natural to make his wand into a cane. It was fairly standard as far as fairy canes went but would change itself in his human disguise to work for human biology. Dr. Rip Studwell was exceptionally proud of its design, calling it a "marvel of modern magical medicine". Poof was just happy to finally have a way to walk again.


Poof had never really liked his name. Some days he even hated it. But he had never had the heart to change it. Timmy had given it to him, after all. One more permanent reminder of his mark on their lives. If he changed that, it would be like saying he didn't care anymore. Poof just couldn't do it.

Until five years after he had last seen Timmy. He was in Fairy Academy now, his parents taking the time to begin their retirement vacation, studying to become a godparent himself one day, but he still looked at the scrapbook every single day. They had filled it with more things over the years, copies of the photos they had taken together, scraps of Timmy's handwriting, anything and everything that could speak to his presence in their lives. In Poof's life.

The periwinkles were his favorites though. Proof that if nothing else, Timmy was doing okay.

"Do you like your name?" Poof asked Foop one day, while they were hanging out between classes.

"I hate it with a burning passion, why?"

"Well, I was thinking of changing it, but-"

"Please!" Foop exclaimed. "I will pay you to change our name. I'll take anything else, please."

"What about Periwinkle? Peri for short."

"That would be..." Foop did some quick thinking. "Elkniwirep, Irep for short."

"Do you like it?" Peri tentatively asked.

"It's leagues better than what we had before," Irep stated. "Can I ask what brought about the decision? I thought you were rather attached to our name, considering its connection to you-know-who." Somehow Irep had got it into his head that not referring to Timmy by name would help. It did not.

"I just needed a change. And besides, it's still kind of like he gave me this name. He showed me the flowers for the first time. When I snuck down to see him."

"The most note-worthy thing you've ever done, yes." Irep shrugged. "Well, it makes no difference to me. As long as I never have to hear anyone say 'foop' again for the rest of my life."


Periwinkle Fairywinkle-Cosma was abnormal.

Peri enjoyed walking whenever he could, even though he required a cane. Peri enjoyed cooking food-human food-from scratch on the weekend, giving lemon squares to anyone who asked. Peri wore a dingy human hat until he couldn't cram it onto his head any longer, then mourned it for weeks. Peri wasn't allowed to visit Earth unsupervised until he earned his godparent license, but that didn't stop him from opening peepholes into the world every chance he got.

Peri was abnormal even by magical standards. It wasn't a secret, but no one said anything. If anything, the rest of the fairies chalked it up to his odd upbringing as the only fairy of his generation. A side effect of his solitude and less-than-stable Cosma heritage.

If that's what they wanted to think, Peri saw no reason to correct them. After all, the only fairies who mattered knew why he really did those things. Peri took some small joy in being thought of as the "other", known as the fairy with one foot in their world and the other on earth.

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SO PERI! As a child Peri wouldn't be considered disabled because of his muscle weakness because that's just a part of fairy biology. Their legs develop slower because they don't really need them. Peri was able to use something akin to a KAFO to walk because fairy and human biology is similar enough, but it didn't stop him harming himself in the long run because they're still different. This injury is what causes his disability.
I really hope that makes sense. If I screwed anything up or wrote this in a really bad or offensive way please do not hesitate to let me know! I'll fix it asap