Holy. Crap. I LOVE YOU GUYS! I got up this morning, checked my email, and there were — count it — SEVEN alerts for this one story. Oh how I love you guys. :D

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Okay, now I doubt telling you that I'm not really insane, just really happy, would keep you from thinking I'm insane, but y'know . . . I'm not. XD It just seems like it.

Just to explain the title a little, 9906 years is how long AC and AW have been married*. I'm showing you 100 different little snippets of their relationship; hence the 100 days.

OH! Almost forgot to mention, but there's a big reference in here to an amazing show. First one to notice it gets . . . oh, I don't know . . . maybe . . . to choose a prompt for me? (Include the prompt in your review, please.) Yeah, let's do that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a laptop and a dream.

2. Storm (Prompt 024)

Anti-Wanda is petrified of storms, and anything they involve. Anti-Cosmo learns this mere hours after they are legally married.

She's fluttering around the castle like a hummingbird, looking at this and that and hey, I think I used to have one of these before! Anti-Cosmo isn't sure how to react, so he just murmurs agreement and prays she doesn't break anything.

This is one of those rare times that he's just sort of dumbfounded, for lack of a better word. There he was, drinking a hot cup of tea, scheming for the next Friday the 13th, seeing if there was a way to make it last longer, when poof! A summons appears, telling him that Cosmo had gotten married, so in turn, Anti-Cosmo has to, too. Grudgingly, he had gone.

And now here he is, a newlywed, — he cringes at the term and what it implies — with his new wife flitting around his castle, admiring all of his little fixtures. His eyes flick to the window, and he notices a storm is brewing. Finally, something to cheer me up, he thinks. Storms are his favourite, as they are for most anti-fairies.

Anti-Wanda finds his specially-made black porcelain tea cups, and picks one up.

"Careful," Anti-Cosmo can't help but warn as she examines the cup. She sets it down gently, as if it might detonate dare she press on it too hard. She turns around, maybe to ask him a question, maybe not, but is interrupted by a flash of lightning that is followed by a loud rumble of thunder. Startled, she jumps backwards into the table, (while letting out a small shriek) knocking his precious cups to the floor. Immediately, she crouches down to pick them up. She checks all of them for damage, but none of them are cracked. Well, none of the ones she's picked up.

Anti-Wanda reaches for the last cup, and checks it, feeling her stomach churn at the sight that awaits her eyes. There's a small piece missing from the top; a chip. She bites her lip.

"T-There's just a lil' thingy in t-this one . . ." She says nervously, hesitantly holding it out to Anti-Cosmo.

He shrugs it off. "It's just a chip." He says nonchalantly, accent more prominent than she remembers. He sets it back down on the tray with a gentle hand, chip facing outwards.

Anti-Wanda resumes her frolicking around the castle, but to Anti-Cosmo's confusion, she seems a little . . . unnerved. Well, she's been unnerved the whole time she's been here, but he assumes it is just because he is more than a little intimidating. Now, though, there's an odd caution to her movements.

Another flash of lightning illuminates the room for a moment, only to disappear as fast as it appeared. Anti-Wanda can't help but let out another shriek, and bite her lip.

"My dear, is there something wrong?" Anti-Cosmo asks, looking (and feeling) slightly worried. He starts- wait, worried? Why is he worried for anyone but himself, nevermind someone he barely knows? He deftly shakes his head, and starts over to his wife.

A loud roar of thunder echos around the room, and Anti-Wanda flinches almost imperceptibly. Almost. Then she shakes her head. "Nu-uh. Nuttin'. Nuttin' at all."

He can't help but feel this . . . this need to comfort her, wrap his arms around her and ask her why she won't tell him what's wrong when he only wants to help. He doesn't, of course, but he can't help but want to. Why he wants to is a complete and utter mystery. For now.

So all he ends up doing is floating right in front of her, and slowly letting a breath of a sigh escape him. "Are you afraid of the storm?" He asks her, as gently as possible. Which, in his very humble opinion, isn't that gentle, but hey, he's trying at least.

"Yes." Her voice is small, fragile and unsure, like a human child's when they say that there are monsters under the bed (which in reality, are merely just harmless ghosts).

Again, lightning strikes outside, and Anti-Wanda jumps backwards, dangerously close to the fireplace, but is pulled back by a hand on her wrist. The hand pulls her to its owner, who wraps his arms around her in a rare moment of spontaneity.

To tell the truth, he's probably more surprised than she is.

For the first few moments she stands there, unable to process the events. Then she realises that the arms surrounding her are warm and inviting, and smell good and feel good and they make her feel safe, so she leans into them, seeking comfort. The arms seem unsure of themselves, but rub her back soothingly. The thunder makes her let out an involuntary whimper, and the arms hold her tighter. You're okay, the words echo in her head, reverberating off of her skull.

"I'm okay," she whispers, because saying something out loud always helps her.

His lips quirk upwards in a small smile, and he nods. "You're okay," he says again.

He holds her for a few more minutes before he actually realises what he's doing. He, Anti-Cosmo, the most feared anti-fairy ever, is comforting someone who he technically met only hours ago. Nevermind that this someone is his wife.

His reputation will be screwed (for lack of a better word) if someone finds out.

For some reason, that doesn't really matter to him right now. All that matters is the anti-fairy in his arms, who may or may not notice the tears streaming down her face and onto his jacket. He takes that anti-fairy upstairs, and into her room. He begins to gently set her down on the bed, and leave, because he feels more than a little awkward, but she calls to him.

"Stay?" It may only be one word, but his heart wrenches — what an odd feeling, he thinks — at the tone of her voice.

So though he pretends to be reluctant in going back to her side, he is actually glad he doesn't have to leave (but that's a fact that he shan't admit to anyone, not even himself).

He sits on the edge of the bed, gently weaving his fingers through the tangles of her hair. She lays there, curled into a tiny ball, letting out little whimpers whenever a streak of lightning slashes through the room or rumble of thunder deafens her.

Somehow, they fall asleep.

He wakes first, only to find that A, his back is very sore from leaning against the headboard of the bed, B, Anti-Wanda's head is settled on his lap, so he cannot get up without waking her, and C, the implications of their circumstances can be described in one word: mortifying.

He feigns sleep when she wakes up, and lets her get up first. He's just about to open his eyes to check if she's gone, when he feels lips ghost across his nose.

All he can do is hope that it's too dark for her to see his blush.

1168 words. Ugh, have I ever told you how much I hate italics?

Now wasn't that adorable? In my (not-so-humble) opinion, it was XD. Not sure I'm completely satisfied with it, but oh well. You guys deserve another one.

So either go back to look for the reference, (or just to read it again) and then review, or review now. It's your choice!

*In the episode 'Apartnership', Wanda and Cosmo (and AC and AW) have been married for 9895 years. That episode was released in 2001. 9895 + 11 = 9906. As a side note, I may or may not do AU's, or non-canon stuff.

I'm going to my cabin either today or tomorrow, and there's no internet there, so no updates. Sorry. I'll be back early Tuesday at the latest.