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Title: Intertwined Love
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: R or NC-17
Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, anal, oral, handjobs, infidelity, dub-con. Please tell me if there are any other warnings that need to be included, or any current warnings that should be adjusted.
This Chapter Includes: None. On AFF, I will include the warning codes for the current chapters when the first chapter is posted, and add the ones for the next chapters as I finish them.
Potentially Going to Include: smut involving minors (which will not be posted on LJ, since I’ve heard that it isn’t allowed there), male/female smut, oral
Pairing(s): Timmy Turner/Remy Buxaplenty, Juandissimo/Cupid, Jorgen/Norm, Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy
Summary: Remy Buxaplenty has fallen for Timmy Turner because of the dreams he’s been having ever since he lost his fairy. Cupid and Juandissimo are together. Jorgen has finally rubbed Norm’s lamp, and finds himself struggling with his feelings for the genie.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed – my current worry is that I’m not using enough description. In order to keep to canon, Jorgen thinks of Norm as a filthy genie at the start (“So I have to say, even though you’re a filthy genie, you’ve been doing a very good job in this competition.” Jorgen Von Strangle, Fairy Idol. Hartman, Butch. p. 28 of script, also said in actual episode), but his feelings do turn romantic. Norm will also take a while to fall for Jorgen, though he will eventually. Just letting you know so you don’t ask about where the heck the pairing is. The Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy will take a while to begin, but I know that most of you don’t care how long it takes to start. This fanfic is set four years after canon, so CS/TF isn’t chan in this fanfic. In this fanfic, Timmy is fourteen, and Remy is fifteen, just so you know.
Intertwined Love
Chapter 4:
Remy sighed, partly in disappointment and partly in happiness. Yes, Timothy had taken up his offer, but only half of it, and not even the half that he cared about. Crash Nebula was brilliant, but seeing the new movie was not all he wanted, and not what he wanted most. However, it seemed as though for Timothy, Crash Nebula was the priority, and he was just the price of admission.
Remy was not about to give up though. He was sure that he still had a chance to win Timothy’s heart, if he made the right moves.
His limo arrived at the movie theater, and he sighed in relief. The movie would be a decent distraction from his disappointment about Timothy, and he was sure that it would be brilliant.
Once they reached the box office, Remy couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu. He and Timothy had first met at the very same box office in his dreams, and he had given Timothy a negative first impression of himself, to say the least. He hoped that this wouldn’t remind him of that event.
He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. He had brought less this time than he had when he first met Timothy, since his parents were obsessive over money, and he was sure that if too much was missing, they would notice. He did not want to chance them finding out about his feelings for Timothy, and he was sure that stealing quite a bit of money so he could court him would definitely make his feelings obvious.
“Tickets, please,” said Remy, who couldn’t help but be disturbed by the fact that those were the same words that he’d said in his dream. Then he reminded himself that what he said next would not be much like anything that he had said in his dreams.
“How many?” asked the ticket person, who was female this time. Remy was relieved to know that there was something that wasn’t practically identical to his dream.
“Two tickets for Crash Nebula, please,” he replied.
The ticket person gave him the tickets. After getting both, Remy handed one of them to Timothy.
“No bags of money this time, Buxaplenty?” asked Timothy scathingly. “I thought you had millions of them.”
“I do have millions of money bags,” replied Remy, in a clipped, annoyed tone. “I am just not bringing them today. Today, I’m bringing you, and you are much better than money.”
“Well, that wasn’t what you thought when you bought all the seats so you could sit beside your money,” replied Timothy suspiciously.
“I would have chosen much differently if I had knew of your existence,” said Remy in reply.
“Yeah, right,” replied Timothy sarcastically, as he continued walking ahead of Remy.
Remy wasn’t sure how to respond, since had realized that his younger self may not have chosen differently if he had known of Timothy’s existence before deciding to go to the movie theater. To his younger self, Timothy was only an insolent commoner boy, nothing more than that. His younger self hadn’t seen Timothy in his dreams. When he was younger, he thought anyone with less money was not worthy of his regard, which he now found to be untrue.
He said instead, “I am smitten with you now. That’s what matters.”
“Don’t turn it into a date,” replied Timothy, glaring at Remy. “Even if you’re ‘smitten’ with me.”
Remy and Timothy entered the theater, and chose seats. Remy saw Timothy attempt to choose a seat faraway from him, and quickly bribed the one of the people sitting beside Timothy to give up his seat.
He settled into the comfortable red chair, and smiled. Timothy glared at him, and groped around as though he was looking for popcorn. Remy gulped, since he had been too accompanied with his sadness about Timothy’s lack of love for him to remember to get popcorn.
He got up, and chose a way to exit the theater without blocking Timothy’s way. He walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to make any sounds that would disrupt Timothy’s viewing experience.
He left the darkness of the theater, and entered the bright foyer. He went to the snack counter as fast as he could without running, and quickly bought popcorn for him and Timothy.
He quickly returned to his spot beside Timothy, and showed him the popcorn, then settled in to watch the movie.
_ _ _
Jorgen sighed in relief, now that Wanda was gone, and decided to resume what he was doing to Norm before. He BOOMed the genie, who was still in the form of a cat, there. He BOOMed the genie into his human form, since he wasn’t sexually attracted to cats.
“Lie down! Now! We’re going to continue what we were doing!”
“Uh, hey, Muscles,” replied Norm, standing unevenly on his new, unnaturally smooth legs. “Getting fucked into the floor, or the wall, hurts. If you must insist on making me do that, let me GONG up a mattress for me to lie on first.”
Jorgen growled, since pain was one of his favorite things, particularly when he caused it. Yet, he let the genie GONG up a mattress, since on second thought, he realized that he had no desire to destroy the genie’s beauty.
The genie lay down on it, giving Jorgen an even better view of his beauty. The genie GONGed Jorgen’s clothes off, and Jorgen wondered if the genie had figured that his looks had paralyzed him in place, which Jorgen actually thought was pretty accurate. As soon as he realized that, he broke from the metaphorical paralysis, and began to penetrate the genie.
- - -
Norm sighed in relief as he felt Jorgen enter him. Hr seemed to be trying his best to avoid causing pain now, though sometimes he seemed to forget and went back to his natural inclination to cause pain and lots of it. Still, at least the fairy did manage to stop when he realized that the genie didn’t like the pain. That was a relief.
Norm skimmed his fingers over Jorgen’s perfectly sculpted muscles, invoking sighs, moans and growls from him. Jorgen definitely deserved the nicknames of ‘Muscles’, since he was way more muscled than any other man that the genie had ever seen.
The length inside him felt harder than it had been a moment ago. Norm grinned, and continued skimming his fingers over the fairy general’s muscles. He sure was great in bed.
His egoistical pride was soon replaced with a tidal wave of bliss. The sounds that he had invoked from Jorgen now came from his mouth. His thoughts halted, since he felt no need to think in such an oasis of lustful bliss.
The feeling passed, and Norm groaned. Why did the best part of sex always end so quickly?
The fairy withdrew from the genie. Norm groaned as Jorgen rubbed his lamp, causing him to funnel back inside it. That always happened. According to everyone, his only function was their pleasure, and his only worth was his ability to cause it. Norm had always hated that, and after Jorgen’s care in making sure he wasn’t hurt while shagging – even if it only was to make sure that the Tooth Fairy didn’t find out – it felt worse than ever.
His gaze flicked over to his bookshelf, where he saw Da Rules, and it occurred to him that if he pursued Jorgen and won, which was what he now wanted, he could gain more than Jorgen. He could gain his freedom.
Title: Intertwined Love
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: R or NC-17
Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, anal, oral, handjobs, infidelity, dub-con. Please tell me if there are any other warnings that need to be included, or any current warnings that should be adjusted.
This Chapter Includes: None. On AFF, I will include the warning codes for the current chapters when the first chapter is posted, and add the ones for the next chapters as I finish them.
Potentially Going to Include: smut involving minors (which will not be posted on LJ, since I’ve heard that it isn’t allowed there), male/female smut, oral
Pairing(s): Timmy Turner/Remy Buxaplenty, Juandissimo/Cupid, Jorgen/Norm, Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy
Summary: Remy Buxaplenty has fallen for Timmy Turner because of the dreams he’s been having ever since he lost his fairy. Cupid and Juandissimo are together. Jorgen has finally rubbed Norm’s lamp, and finds himself struggling with his feelings for the genie.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed – my current worry is that I’m not using enough description. In order to keep to canon, Jorgen thinks of Norm as a filthy genie at the start (“So I have to say, even though you’re a filthy genie, you’ve been doing a very good job in this competition.” Jorgen Von Strangle, Fairy Idol. Hartman, Butch. p. 28 of script, also said in actual episode), but his feelings do turn romantic. Norm will also take a while to fall for Jorgen, though he will eventually. Just letting you know so you don’t ask about where the heck the pairing is. The Chip Skylark/Tooth Fairy will take a while to begin, but I know that most of you don’t care how long it takes to start. This fanfic is set four years after canon, so CS/TF isn’t chan in this fanfic. In this fanfic, Timmy is fourteen, and Remy is fifteen, just so you know.
Intertwined Love
Chapter 4:
Remy sighed, partly in disappointment and partly in happiness. Yes, Timothy had taken up his offer, but only half of it, and not even the half that he cared about. Crash Nebula was brilliant, but seeing the new movie was not all he wanted, and not what he wanted most. However, it seemed as though for Timothy, Crash Nebula was the priority, and he was just the price of admission.
Remy was not about to give up though. He was sure that he still had a chance to win Timothy’s heart, if he made the right moves.
His limo arrived at the movie theater, and he sighed in relief. The movie would be a decent distraction from his disappointment about Timothy, and he was sure that it would be brilliant.
Once they reached the box office, Remy couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu. He and Timothy had first met at the very same box office in his dreams, and he had given Timothy a negative first impression of himself, to say the least. He hoped that this wouldn’t remind him of that event.
He pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. He had brought less this time than he had when he first met Timothy, since his parents were obsessive over money, and he was sure that if too much was missing, they would notice. He did not want to chance them finding out about his feelings for Timothy, and he was sure that stealing quite a bit of money so he could court him would definitely make his feelings obvious.
“Tickets, please,” said Remy, who couldn’t help but be disturbed by the fact that those were the same words that he’d said in his dream. Then he reminded himself that what he said next would not be much like anything that he had said in his dreams.
“How many?” asked the ticket person, who was female this time. Remy was relieved to know that there was something that wasn’t practically identical to his dream.
“Two tickets for Crash Nebula, please,” he replied.
The ticket person gave him the tickets. After getting both, Remy handed one of them to Timothy.
“No bags of money this time, Buxaplenty?” asked Timothy scathingly. “I thought you had millions of them.”
“I do have millions of money bags,” replied Remy, in a clipped, annoyed tone. “I am just not bringing them today. Today, I’m bringing you, and you are much better than money.”
“Well, that wasn’t what you thought when you bought all the seats so you could sit beside your money,” replied Timothy suspiciously.
“I would have chosen much differently if I had knew of your existence,” said Remy in reply.
“Yeah, right,” replied Timothy sarcastically, as he continued walking ahead of Remy.
Remy wasn’t sure how to respond, since had realized that his younger self may not have chosen differently if he had known of Timothy’s existence before deciding to go to the movie theater. To his younger self, Timothy was only an insolent commoner boy, nothing more than that. His younger self hadn’t seen Timothy in his dreams. When he was younger, he thought anyone with less money was not worthy of his regard, which he now found to be untrue.
He said instead, “I am smitten with you now. That’s what matters.”
“Don’t turn it into a date,” replied Timothy, glaring at Remy. “Even if you’re ‘smitten’ with me.”
Remy and Timothy entered the theater, and chose seats. Remy saw Timothy attempt to choose a seat faraway from him, and quickly bribed the one of the people sitting beside Timothy to give up his seat.
He settled into the comfortable red chair, and smiled. Timothy glared at him, and groped around as though he was looking for popcorn. Remy gulped, since he had been too accompanied with his sadness about Timothy’s lack of love for him to remember to get popcorn.
He got up, and chose a way to exit the theater without blocking Timothy’s way. He walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to make any sounds that would disrupt Timothy’s viewing experience.
He left the darkness of the theater, and entered the bright foyer. He went to the snack counter as fast as he could without running, and quickly bought popcorn for him and Timothy.
He quickly returned to his spot beside Timothy, and showed him the popcorn, then settled in to watch the movie.
_ _ _
Jorgen sighed in relief, now that Wanda was gone, and decided to resume what he was doing to Norm before. He BOOMed the genie, who was still in the form of a cat, there. He BOOMed the genie into his human form, since he wasn’t sexually attracted to cats.
“Lie down! Now! We’re going to continue what we were doing!”
“Uh, hey, Muscles,” replied Norm, standing unevenly on his new, unnaturally smooth legs. “Getting fucked into the floor, or the wall, hurts. If you must insist on making me do that, let me GONG up a mattress for me to lie on first.”
Jorgen growled, since pain was one of his favorite things, particularly when he caused it. Yet, he let the genie GONG up a mattress, since on second thought, he realized that he had no desire to destroy the genie’s beauty.
The genie lay down on it, giving Jorgen an even better view of his beauty. The genie GONGed Jorgen’s clothes off, and Jorgen wondered if the genie had figured that his looks had paralyzed him in place, which Jorgen actually thought was pretty accurate. As soon as he realized that, he broke from the metaphorical paralysis, and began to penetrate the genie.
- - -
Norm sighed in relief as he felt Jorgen enter him. Hr seemed to be trying his best to avoid causing pain now, though sometimes he seemed to forget and went back to his natural inclination to cause pain and lots of it. Still, at least the fairy did manage to stop when he realized that the genie didn’t like the pain. That was a relief.
Norm skimmed his fingers over Jorgen’s perfectly sculpted muscles, invoking sighs, moans and growls from him. Jorgen definitely deserved the nicknames of ‘Muscles’, since he was way more muscled than any other man that the genie had ever seen.
The length inside him felt harder than it had been a moment ago. Norm grinned, and continued skimming his fingers over the fairy general’s muscles. He sure was great in bed.
His egoistical pride was soon replaced with a tidal wave of bliss. The sounds that he had invoked from Jorgen now came from his mouth. His thoughts halted, since he felt no need to think in such an oasis of lustful bliss.
The feeling passed, and Norm groaned. Why did the best part of sex always end so quickly?
The fairy withdrew from the genie. Norm groaned as Jorgen rubbed his lamp, causing him to funnel back inside it. That always happened. According to everyone, his only function was their pleasure, and his only worth was his ability to cause it. Norm had always hated that, and after Jorgen’s care in making sure he wasn’t hurt while shagging – even if it only was to make sure that the Tooth Fairy didn’t find out – it felt worse than ever.
His gaze flicked over to his bookshelf, where he saw Da Rules, and it occurred to him that if he pursued Jorgen and won, which was what he now wanted, he could gain more than Jorgen. He could gain his freedom.
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