Cartoon: FOP
Pairing's: Timmy/Anti-Cosmo(Main), Timmy/Cosmo, Nega-Timmy/Anti-Cosmo, and Wanda/Anti-Cosmo(Because I just LOVE that pairing).
Warning's: Shorta, first off. Then there's character death's, psychological shit, and rape that turns from one-sided to Timmy enjoying it as well.
PS: I sorta forced myself to write this. I have a baaaad writer's block right now, TT^TT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He was never going to be mine.
I knew he loved my counter-part too much. He wasn't mine. That's what made this so hard.
I clenched my hands again and again, glaring daggers at the slits on my wrist from previous fights and such with the boy, who was currently 15, and in his prime. I smirked. He was in his prime, yet he was with Cosmo. He could have so much more. Ironic that my idiot counterpart could have such a delicate lover, and me have nothing but my castle and my dead lover, Wanda, Cosmo's previous lover, who had left him for me. I guess that's why I don't have him. Because, really, I had Wanda. Or, at lest, her wandering soul...
But, tonight, he wandering soul was not enough. I needed to get off. I was sick of masturbation, and I just got finished examining him making out with Cosmo. I may have been glaring at the crystal ball the entire time, wishing that was me, but I was rather horny from it. And he was going to the store. By himself. A lone. Unprotected. Perfect.
I snatched my wand up, and knew the exact place I could sneak out of Anti world, and into the Fairies world. It took me only but a second to fly through it and start to head towards the bridge between Fair World and Earth. On my way towards Earth, I thought about how I would have never imagined doing this 3 months ago, when Wanda was alive and healthy, and I was happy. Very happy. So, very happy. But now, now I wasn't. I needed that damn boy too much. I really, really did. Ugh.
I got out my crystal ball again as I neared Earth, neared my way to him. He wasn't even to the store yet. Good. I put it into my pocket again, and sped up, practically feeling his delicate skin, I could see myself kissing his neck, living small love bites as I go.
God, I needed Timmy.