***Hello, everyone! So one user by the name of smilesforeverhappy answered me asking if I should upload this, the answer being an... enthusiastic... yes. Trigger warnings include: domestic abuse, rape, abortion mentions. Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, and Anti-Juandissimo belong to Butch Hartman, and let's roll.
An eighteen-year-old Anti-Cosmo checked his pocket watch with a sigh. He put it back in its rightful place and shifted slightly on the park bench.
He'd asked the girl he tutored—a total twit a year younger than him named Anti-Wanda—to meet him there. He told himself that he was just doing this to get to know her beyond the headache-inducing attempts to help get her grades up. But a small part of him, a part of him that he wanted to beat with a stick, knew the truth.
It was that he'd taken a certain liking to her.
Her swirly blue hair, her rose-colored eyes, her twangy voice... in all of her moronic, crooked-toothed glory, Anti-Cosmo found himself wanted to hold her against his better judgement.
He wondered what her lips would taste like against his...
"Anti-Fairy World tah Anti-Cosmo? Are ya in there?"
The young genius snapped out of his thoughts at that. Anti-Wanda was in front of him. She was dressed in something other than her school uniform.
Rather, she wore a simple black dress with long sleeves and a skirt that stopped just below her knees, showing black flats.
Anti-Cosmo had to bite his tongue to force his brain to actually function again. "Good evening. I must say, you look quite beautiful in that dress," he said.
"Aw, thanks! Mah sis helped me out! And you's lookin' real handsome too," Anti-Wanda said. She sat down on the bench, and the smile slid from her face. "Try to be easy when ya smack me, 'kay? I's guessin' ya got some real muscles under them clothes," she said.
Now, that confused Anti-Cosmo. "I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"Don't sweet-coat it. I know y'all are gonna smack me," Anti-Wanda said, looking down sadly. She only looked up when her cheek was cupped and she was gently forced to look up.
"And why do you think that I would ever hit you?" Anti-Cosmo asked. His hand was moved away.
"Any other feller I's been close to's hit me. Real hard. It's why I's missin some teeth! Rest of 'em 'r just crooked. But that ain't mah point," Anti-Wanda explained.
Anti-Cosmo felt anger flare through him. "Who all would hit you?" he asked. He would easily maul those who'd hurt the simple girl before him, but he didn't say that.
"Mah pa hit me, and mah sis, and mah mama growin' up. He called me retarded (though I's already knowin' that), called mah sis ugly, and Mama a slut. Guessin' that's why she left. Sis thought that maybe havin' a nice man in m' life may help, so she put me with a real nice feller called Anti-Juandissimo," Anti-Wanda began. She was starting to lose her composition, her tone getting a bit thick.
Now, Anti-Cosmo knew this Anti-Juandissimo. And he would not hesitate to kick some serious butt. "What did he do to you?" he asked.
The question made Anti-Wanda look even more upset. "He was real sweet a' first. But when we's alone, his colors started a-showin'. He slapped me and called me a slut, just like Pa called Mama. Hurt me a lot. But... b-but... he made me bang 'im all the time," she said, her voice wavering.
Anti-Cosmo knew what the slang term meant. And it infuriated him to no end. "He raped you?" he asked in disbelief.
Anti-Wanda nodded. She pulled her legs into her body and rested her chin on her knees, her wings wrapped around her arms as she curled up and hugged her legs.
"If he did that, then did he ever, well... get you pregnant?" Anti-Cosmo asked, guessing that it was a delicate subject. Especially when he saw a tear.
"L-last year, after he banged meh one time, I found out I's havin' his kid. I ain't never felt dirty before, 'cept for when Anti-Juandissimo put his hands on me. But ah felt real, real dirty when he made me get rid of it. We split up just after. I ain't never wantin' stuff like that to happen again," she concluded. Now, tears were freely flowing down her face. She uncurled and just sobbed, the pain of past memories coming back.
Anti-Cosmo could hardly believe it. He knew a lot of anti-fairies. But the uncharacteristically sweet and naive one in front of him was in tears. In tears she didn't deserve to shed. Anti-Cosmo carefully took her hand in his, prompting her to hug him as a comfort item of sorts.
He would've normally pushed anyone who attempted to hug him away. However, he didn't do that this time. He carefully put his arms around her, a bit awkward and stiff about it at first. But as Anti-Wanda settled into his hold as she just let out her past pains, he got more and more comfortable.
Eventually, they were both quiet, but Anti-Wanda was still upset. Anti-Cosmo pulled her face back out of his chest.
"Listen. You can rest assured in the fact that not every male will treat you like that. I won't hit you, nor do anything without your consent. Or, in your terms, your say-so," he promised.
Anti-Wanda sat up as she wiped her face clean, her makeup smeared but a slight smile on her face. "Feels good tah know that. An' I dunno much," she said.
"I'm aware of that. I tutor you. But, that's not my main concern right now. My main concern would be this," Anti-Cosmo said. He pressed a kiss to Anti-Wanda's hand.
She smiled fully at last. "You's treatin' me like a princess-type! Guess that makes y'all my Anti-Prince Charmin'!" she exclaimed.
Anti-Cosmo found her excitement oddly refreshing. He moved closer to her, draping his arm around her shoulders.
"Can ah... can I have a real kiss now. It's way off from them other kisses I got, 'cause ya seem like ya really care 'bout me," Anti-Wanda said.
Anti-Cosmo brought her chin up to his so their lips could meet for the first time. He smirked and brushed his thumb against her cheek.
"To my surprise... I find that you are correct."
***Okay... I'm sorry if this was OOC, and I'm sorry if I offended anyone. Anti-Cosmo's actually my favorite character, in all honesty. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!
*proceeds to hide under the blanket*