I saw the Foop (lmao XD) episode earlier, and the idea of AntiCosmo/Foop father/son bonding time wouldn't leave, so I wrote this. In like...half an hour.

I'd hate my name if it were something like Foop too. Wouldn't you?

"Cosmo?"

The green haired fairy looked over to the giant glass wall that separated Anti-Fairy World from Fairy world to see a small Anti-Fairy looking at him. His big purple eyes called him over. "Hi, Foop," the child cringed, and Cosmo continued in a friendly tone only slightly tinged with warning, "hope you're not looking for Poof, 'cause I dunno where he is. I was just-"

"Does Father love me?" AntiPoof (or, Foop) interrupted.

"…Huh?"

AntiPoof sighed. "You and my father have a mental connection, oui?" Damn, he needed to stop with the French.

"Yeah, what about it?" Cosmo was curious now, walking closer to the child in inquiry.

"Well, does he love me?"

"Oh, well, of course he does."

AntiPoof glared suspiciously. "Are you quite you aren't only saying that?"

Cosmo smiled. "I'm sure. He may not know how to show it very well, but he does care about you. 'Cause, well, you're his kid. You're both evil, but he still cares."

Cosmo really was smarter than he let on.

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"…And I've tried getting you that cat that you wanted! I've tried everything I can think of to get you to stop moping, but nothing works. What is wrong with-"

AntiPoof wrapped his small arms around his father's waist, pressing his face into the older Anti-Fairy's body.

"…Foop?"

The child resisted the urge to cringe. "I just…I want to spend some time with you for a bit." He mumbled.

"…That's what you wanted?" AntiCosmo was befuddled. "I had no idea…"

AntiPoof failed to contain a bout of anger. "You didn't even notice? I'm your son; you're supposed to do these things! You're supposed to want to play with me! Isn't that what fathers do?!"

"I…Well, Poof seems to like the attention well enough. I didn't think that you would." AntiCosmo replied, putting a uncertain hand on his son's shoulder.

AntiPoof shook his head. "He often gets fed up with it. He's had the media on his back since he was born."

"Well, you want attention? I suppose I could…I dunno, what do you want to do?"

The Anti-Fairy child had a few things in mind…

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Several hours later, AntiWanda found her husband and son asleep on the couch, the young seven-year-old asleep on his father's stomach.

"Aww, now ain't that the darn cutest thing I ever did see." She said to herself, giggling. She poofed up a blanket and covered them up, giving each of them a kiss before heading to bed herself.

But not without fixing herself a bedtime sandwich, of course.

Au revoir, chiennes!