First, I would like to say that I in no way own the Fairly OddParents, none of the characters are mine no matter how much I wished they were. Second, it might take awhile, but I will continue this story, I absolutely love it. This is just an idea that popped into my head one day and I just ran with it. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it
She loved him. He loved her. But the two misfit lovers needed a break once in a while from their spouses various antics. That's what the two were doing now. Enjoying each other's company as they sat together on a breezeless night. Pale skin lounging upon a deep blue. The pink swirl of her hair resting upon his stomach as a cushion while he rested his own head in his hands as they gazed up at the stars, Enjoying the peace of this dying light.
Curious she cast a quick glance over to him, unconsciously snuggling herself closer to his warmth as she contemplated. These were special moments. Just the two of them. His dark navy shade a perfect reflection of the sky above, that special time of day, their special time of day. The final light dying out but no star dare shinned in the growing darkness till the moon's safety was out. Suddenly his eyes were open, looking down way at her revealing those glowing green eyes to the night. They held a menacing, predatory gaze that sent shivers through her wings. The brilliance of intelligence brimming within them making the glare even more dangerous. She simply twitched her light rose lips into a gentle curved smile back at him.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked returning his own grin back at her, fangs and all. Shifting carefully to allow her time for her own adjustment as he sat up slightly, resting upon his elbows into the dirt.
"Oh, just perusing possibilities in my head. I love Cosmo, you know that, but … sometimes I just wish my days could be as peaceful or mentally stimulating as our time together." She sighed out turning back to face the sky once more, the innocent, judgeless sky. She could feel him watching her, shifting as he adjusted his monocle for a moment before settling back down.
"I love him, I love his craziness and hilarious goofy manner. Its just some days … I feel … he's just too much for even me to handle." She confessed, turmoil brewing in her veins at the words. Waiting for him to say something, even desperate for a moment as the silence just hung there.
"I … understand." He finally spoke, relaxing back down to the grass. He reached out a hand gently brushing the cotton pink hair from her face and feeling it's softness in his fingers, gloves long since stuffed in his pocket a bit ago. Recalling the same feel of his wife's hair on the few days she'd manage not to spill syrup or something else sticky in her hair. How he loved that swirl of midnight blue, his top favorite feature followed quickly by her trusting, chaotic eyes.
"Anti-Wanda, too can be a bit … much." He paused for a moment recalling his ridiculous wife, imagining what it is she might be up to without him there. He let himself release a small 'humph' chuckle at what he came up with. Though he wouldn't be much surprised either to return home to discover their couch cushions missing.
"But she will always be mine, and I won't stand to let her think a moment otherwise." Wanda smirked at hearing this. Anti-Cosmo had never been one for showing his more tender emotions, on some cases not even to his wife. But here, just the two of them he let out his inner softness. In return she let out her torment.
They sat there in the gentle peace, quietly figuring out their next words. Watching the sky as faint stars began blinking into sight.
"Anti-Cosmo?"
"Yes?"
"I'm scared for him." Fear was the thing welling up inside her as she thought about it. The one thing they shared, but Anti-Cosmo knew it worried her to a far deeper level then she would admit, deeper than she would accept or probably even recognize within herself for all her intellect. "I'm scared that one day he'll do something too far. That one day, I might not be there to … One day his actions might have … negative consequences."
"Don't think about that Wanda. I'm scared too. Perhaps my dear will eat something she shouldn't and I won't be there to stop her. It shows you care. Because as much as they drive us crazy, we know that we'd never let anything happen to them. You and Cosmo are one heck of a force, there is nothing that will let you two be torn apart." Anti-Cosmo reassured.
"Thank you." Wanda replied as she shifted to be parallel to her companion, resting just on top of him as she gazed into those electric orbs of his.
"Of course, dear Wanda." His smirk, what it did to her. A smile back before claiming those lips of his. He was passionate, aggressive, and soft as he dominated her in their kiss. Breathless and content she lovingly gazed at him before snuggling up to his chest. Her cotton candy pink eyes, vibrant with love he noticed. He liked that look, she wore it good.
"I love you, Cosmo." She mumbled, drifting into his warmth.
"I love you too, Anti-Wanda." He replied, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Rubbing the soft skin with his thumb before he joined her in unconsciousness, there in the grass as the sun slipped beneath the clouds.
When she woke he was gone as he often was after their night. She would wake at the sun, he would wake as the moon vanished and the darkness fled, chased off by him no doubt. Wanda sighed knowing she would have to return once more to the chaos her life had become with Cosmo at her side. She stretched her body, a small ache, a side effect of sleeping on the hard ground no doubt. Fluttering her wings a bit, shaking the sparkling dew drops from them as she gazed about their hill top.
A blanket sat just out of reach from the picnic she had brought with her for them to share. The basket lay open, in which she spotted a small dot of steel before it darted out into the grass, taking with it the crumb remains of the few extra cheese slices she packed. Ants marched over the last corner of a sandwich she had thrown to the land when he had invited her in a jovial tussle. Ending in both of them laying beside one another exhausted but happy, full of something she could never quite place and never felt the need to.
By the quick wave of her wand it, almost all vanished. The basket returning to its proper home, on a shelf, in her kitchen, rarely used full of containers and travel sets to take food to go. Back from when Cosmo would whisk her away spontaneously when they might have a moment free. Those had been happening less often now, as they're assigned godchild after godchild. Each generation seeming to do a worse job then the last at raising stable kids. Still, she wouldn't give her job for anything, well almost anything. The blanket before her, she knew rose before her, folding itself to a small cube before it too vanished in a mist of sparkles, to one of the many closets in their castle.
She cast one last look at the hillside around her. To the large tree she had seen grow from a seed, with small initials engraved forever in the dark wood at its base; W + A-C. Then over to the sun as centimeters more crested the hill. The beautiful memories of last night washing over her as she watched the sun rise in its pale, fiery rainbow sky. The smell of his skin, the feel of his mellifluous words to her ear, the gentle sound of his touch to her. She would miss it all till their next meeting atop the hill. She would never admit it, but something small in her fell at the thought that next time she should see those strange enticing green gazed it would not hold the same burn as last night, but instead the excitable almost puppy like personality of her husband.
With a poof of her wand she vanished off to her bed in the castle she made home. Her beloved husband still asleep in his little race car bed clutching his dear nickel, Phillip. She knew that for some reason he loved that coin. She couldn't figure out why, but a minor sting of jealousy gripped her soul, that coin. He would hold that coin so close in his bed, but rarely would he join her in what was supposed to be their heart shaped bed, long since claimed hers when she had turned the sheets from their beautiful watermelon inspired design of colors to pure pristine pink lighter than her hair. He adored that coin.
"Never would he insult that thing." she would often think to herself in minor spiteful moments. Still, she loved him, adored him, his creativity, his humor. His goofy grins and strange antics, she adored it all.
That's why he could never know. Anti-Cosmo and her swore that to each other the first time they met atop that hillside. Sure, he would get himself captured, imprisoned or caged for a few hundred years, but upon his freedom, the first full moon, she would see him there, waiting for her. Only for her, it was thrilling knowledge, every time he would faithfully wait for her watching as the sun would set beneath the world.
Cosmo could never know. He just wouldn't understand. With some of his jokes though, with the way she would sometimes catch him gazing at other women, perhaps he would. She couldn't risk it though. It wasn't cheating, it was for her sanity, she would often find herself arguing, in these moments before Cosmo woke from his slumber, as she poofed herself ready for the day. They are too opposites of the same person, it isn't cheating, she argued against the morals of her mind. It was for her marriage she would say.
Anything she could reason for these trips of her own guilty pleasure. But he wouldn't get it. He wouldn't understand why she felt the need to seek solace in a different him. If he were to then tell Jorgan, she might as well forfeit her wand right then. She can't, she couldn't. She loves her job, she loves her Cosmo.
Wanda carried on with her daily tasks waiting for her husband to rise that they might greet their godchild together as usual. Making her bed the mortal way, tugging the soft sheets till they are taught against the mattress, even though they had not been disturbed from that last time she had prepared her bed, poofing up a breakfast or most of one. She twisted the knob of the stove lighting the flames a blaze as she pulled forth a pan. Putting it upon the fire, she waited for it to grow hellish hot before waving her wand again pulling bacon from nowhere and letting the meat plop unto the pan, sizzling as juices begin leaking from the tender flesh.
This was her best and finest Cosmo wake up call. He loved when she would make bacon by hand. It was the green fairy's opinion that his wife's skills with that pan and bacon were beyond what a wand could whip up.
From his bed he could smell the meat's fragrance as it invaded his dreams, pulling him from the depths of slumber. Pulling off his sleep mask, and setting Philip aside, he floated up from his bed reveling in the tantalizing promise of the delight to come.
He poofed his clothes on before he could think and rushed off to the kitchen where he knew his wife waited for him. He charged in like a rocket. The chair he launched himself to, rocking when he settled down at the place setting Wanda had poofed up earlier, napkin already tucked in his shirt, fork and knife clutched in his hands. A dopy smile across his face while his dropping tongue let out a little drool, like a dog awaiting a treat of bone coated in a thick glob of tantalizing meat they could smell from anywhere in the house yet they wait just a foot or two from their owner's feet waiting.
"Morning Sugar." Wanda called from beside the stove, letting the bacon sizzle within the pan, to Cosmo's delight.
"Morning Wanda." He replied with an eager grin. Licking his lips to the aroma, as Wanda poofed the bacon to his plate. She watched as he began scarfing down the meal, thinking idly to herself. Yes, she really did love him, as much trouble as he could be, she would love him. She would always love him. Poofing herself a plate she sat down next to him. Digging into her own breakfast.
"How was your night with Timmy?" She asked between bites.
"It was preeety bood." Cosmo mumbled through mouthfuls of bacon, eggs and toast he had stuffed into mouth.
"Did you two actually do something or did you just play video games all night?"
"Uuhhhhh, vieeo gaams."
"Well at least you boys didn't do anything harmful. Now come on Timmy's alarm should be going off any minute." Wanda rushed after a quick glance to their clock. Poofing her plate clean and put away she offered a smile to her husband, while he struggled a little to swallow his food, and poofed away to Timmy's room.
Wanda appeared in the blue room of her godchild in moments. He was peaceful as he slept, all curled up in his bed. Wanda waited for Cosmo, they always woke him together. He wasn't that far behind her, suddenly appearing beside her.
"1"
"2"
"3"
"Wake up Timmy." The two shouted in chorus. Large grins on their faces as they watched their godchild snap awake.
"Oh, morning guys." He replied rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Did you have fun with Cosmo last night, Timmy?" Wanda asked him.
"Uhh, yeah totally."
Flashback -
Timmy and Cosmo were sitting before a small tv in his bedroom. Their fingers flying as they pressed combos and special moves. Hours had ticked by like seconds as lights flashed past their eyes. Eventually the game had gotten paused whether for a bathroom break or snacks from downstairs Timmy didn't really remember. But he took the time, letting his mind wander over spare thoughts that drifted through his mind. Something wasn't sitting right.
"Cosmo? Where did Wanda say she was going again?"
"To visit some friend, probably one of the ones from our school days. Why?"
"Well, it just seems like she's disappearing for one night every month. She's not a werewolf or something is she?"
"Oh, Timmy that's silly, Werewolves aren't real … I think."
"Then why does she always seem to go visit friends on the full moon?"
" . . . " Cosmo opened and closed his mouth several times as he pondered the answer. Was it really every full moon? Cosmo hadn't noticed the pattern before. Though it never seemed strange before. Back during their school days Wanda had many friends, though many of them had seriously questioned her choices when they had started dating. However, through their past, nearly 10,000 years together it had just seemed to be the two of them. Everyone else had just fallen away to the background. It still made sense that she would want to visit with friends, but just like them, all her friends probably had lives of their own.
Scheduling to meet up at the same time each month made sense, somewhere in his head. Yet Timmy's questioning got to him. She'd done this for so long he had barely noticed. Sure, every few hundred years or so the visits would stop, she would stay home with him and their current godchild, but then they would start again just as spontaneously. In fact, the visits had started again, for the last few hundred years he can't recall her leaving like she had. The visits had started again a year or two ago.
Something happened then, he just couldn't remember what it was. The more he tried, something suddenly came to him, Wanda had been doing this since about the first thousand years they had been married. He didn't know why but that felt strange to him. He was confused, he was always confused but this was making his head hurt with all the thinking he had done.
"I don't know." Cosmo cried out, finally giving up on all his thinking. Startling Timmy with his answer after the silence had filled the air around them.
"Cosmo, I wish we could secretly follow Wanda next month when she goes out." Timmy declared, curiosity getting in the way of ethics. Something about it all seemed strange to him. If his godmother had just been visiting a friend then why was she always coming back so late, usually after both him and Cosmo had fallen asleep. Or perhaps, she snuck in the early morning.
A poof, and pink cloud smoke dissipated with a flash of the green fairy's wand, and the wish had been cast. Then Timmy recalled the game controller that had hung in his grasp for the conversation, pulling his attention, without much effort, back towards the video game a few feet away from him. Cosmo was soon to follow, the two remaining there till Timmy began drifting off.
Flashback end -
