Other Fan Fiction ❯ Intertwined Love ❯ Prologue: The Beginning of Three Intertwined Love Stories ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents. Title: Intertwined Love (Prologue) Author: unknown20troper Rated: R or NC-17 Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, maybe male/female smutas well – will make this warning more specific once the chapters are written but probably anal, oral and handjobs, angst, infidelity, possible dub/coerced/non-con, could potentially contain BDSM – considering JorgenÕs personality and all. None of the warnings apply to this chapter, except for angst. 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 heÕs been having ever since he lost his fairy. Cupid and Juandissimo are together. Jorgen has finally rubbed NormÕs lamp, and finds himself struggling with his feelings for the genie. Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed – my current worry is that IÕm not using enough description. In order to keep to canon, Jorgen thinks of Norm as a filthy genie at the start (ÒSo I have to say, even though youÕre a filthy genie, youÕve been doing a very good job in this competition.Ó 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 donÕt 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 donÕt care how long it takes to start. This fanfic is set four years after canon, so CS/TF isnÕt chan in this fanfic. Intertwined Love Prologue: The Beginning of Three Intertwined Love Stories For years, ever since he was eleven, Remy BuxaplentyÕs dreams had been full of fairies and wishes. Now he was fifteen, and his dreams still replayed the same events. When the dreams started, his attention was mostly caught by the magic, and the notion that the fairies could grant his wishes. Now, something, no, someone else from his dreams had stolen his attention. Timothy Turner, the boy who his dream-self loathed. Well, his real, dreaming-self felt the opposite emotion. Love or lust, maybe a combination of the two; truth was, he wasnÕt sure, just that the emotion was the opposite of loathing, and just as intense. He longed to know if the boy from his dreams existed, or was only that, a dream. Wondering that and longing for it was what people frequently termed ÒsuicidalÓ since Timothy was shown to loath him with equal intensity in the dreams, and probably wouldnÕt take well to seeing him again if he was real. Remy wondered if TimothyÕs attitude – if he ever found him, that is – would improve if used the magic of money, but then recalled that Timothy did not give it much value in his debut in his dreams, though his money had managed to manipulate him in one of his subsequent appearances. His last dream was one of the subsequent appearances of Timothy. Not the one where he had used money to manipulate him, and had it work until the end, when the boy almost lost his fairies, until he, Juandissimo and Jorgen Von Strangle confessed to their parts in it in succession. No, it was the one where he tricked Timothy and two friends of his – who Remy considered to not be worthy of having their names remembered by him – into going to F.U.N Academy, which was no fun at all. Once Timothy confronted him about, he had ordered Shallowgrave to put his fairies, who were in disguise as goldfish, in the junk shed, and later convinced him to blow it up with a rocket if Timothy and his friends didnÕt reach it in time. Timothy and his friends did, of course, and managed to save TimothyÕs fairies and the other fun stuff from going KA-BOOM! Once Timothy and friends had left in a POOF, Jorgen had arrived in a BOOM and taken his fairy, Juandissimo. Things got hazy around there, despite the fact that he had an almost perfect memory of his dreams in almost every other aspect. That was the last dream before his dreams started replaying from the start again, so he couldnÕt count on his next dream answering his wonders, like he could for the others. Never mind that, Remy decided. He returned to his daydreams of the boy from his dreams. Timothy was quite attractive, in a simplistic, middle-class way. His blue eyes and pink shirt and hat complemented each other well, and he was one of the few boys that Remy could picture wearing the latter color; perhaps because it was one of the only colors that Timothy wore on a regular basis. His short brown hair curved downward over his eyes, in a way that fit well with his face shape. The only part that Remy objected to was his buckteeth, but with the obsession that popular and rich people had with appearance, TimothyÕs buckteeth were a refreshing change, and Remy almost liked them just for that. However, TimothyÕs looks werenÕt his only attractive traits. He shared at least three interests with the boy: Crash Nebula, arcade games, and the Crimson Chin. He had discovered that when Timothy debuted in his dreams. Timothy was even the original Cleft! Well, in the dream reality at least. He wasnÕt sure whether Timothy even existed in real life. Interests werenÕt the only things they had in common. TimothyÕs parents ignored him, just like his own parents did, causing him to also get the benefits of fairy godparents. Yes, fairy godparents, not a fairy godparent. Timothy had two – one male, one female. Not only that, his parents loved him. RemyÕs dream-self had wanted that, and his real self still did. Two godparents that loved him, two real parents that paid attention to him, and now, more recently, Timothy had been added to the list. Just like his parents, Timothy had never loved him, but Remy wanted him to – and what a Buxaplenty wanted, a Buxaplenty got. Even if it was impossible. _____________________ Juandissimo had begun dating Cupid on the day when the Darkness attacked Fairy World. He had been close to Cupid previously, but it took a while for him to go farther, since he had been holding out for WandaÕs heart. Ironically enough, that was what Cupid loved about him. Cupid was the Fairy of Love after all, so there was almost nothing that he loved more than love. Juandissimo and money were close seconds though. Today, Cupid was dating Juandissimo again, in the same outside cafŽ that their first date was in. It had taken a while for Juandissimo to accept CupidÕs request to continue their dates, and perhaps go even farther. Now that he had finally accepted CupidÕs request, they both were relatively happy with the decision, though Juandissimo sometimes was bitter about WandaÕs utter refusal to have him. But, Cupid understood that. He was the Fairy of Love after all, the expert on all things romantic. However, he did desire for Juandissimo to cease his bitterness. After all, who would be a better lover than Cupid, the Fairy of Love? Juandissimo had ordered him a heart-shaped chocolate, just like he had on their first date. Chocolate was also one of the things that Cupid loved, and heart-shaped chocolates were a mouthwatering combination of chocolate, and his prime love, love. Juandissimo also was, Cupid thought. JuandissimoÕs skin was the color of milk chocolate, and he was just as sweet, with his endless capacity for love, and as Juandissimo himself always said – sexiness. Cupid would have preferred that Juandissimo use a more eloquent term, like beauty, handsomeness, loveliness, exquisiteness, splendor, or magnificence. Sexy sounded like too crass a description to describe Juandissimo, in his opinion, at least. Juandissimo was happy with that description though. He frequently suggested the less crass synonyms, but Juandissimo never adopted them, preferring to stick with calling himself and Cupid Òsexy.Ó He cut open the chocolate heart, hoping it would be caramel this time. Unfortunately, it was completely solid – again! He groaned in disgust. ÒI said I wanted the caramel filled chocolate heart. As IÕve said before, caramel does not make me irritable. Lack of caramel, howeverÉÓ Cupid wasnÕt surprised when Juandissimo decided that the best way to resolve the issue was a kiss. He wasnÕt bothered by it either, since JuandissimoÕs kisses were as delicious as caramel filled chocolate hearts. ÒWas that a good replacement? IÕm sexier than caramel after all.Ó ÒYes, but order the caramel next time.Ó ÒBut, it makes you irritable.Ó Cupid rested his hands on the white tablecloth, and looked at Juandissimo in annoyance. ÒCaramel does not make me irritable. Crowded downtowns make me irritable. Lack of caramel makes me irritable. Lack of love makes me irritable. The Bee Gees make me irritable. Do you understand?Ó ÒYes, but I do not believe, mi amor.Ó Cupid sighed in frustration. Yes, he loved Juandissimo, but his feelings couldnÕt prevent him from always becoming infuriated when this was brought up. He decided to temporarily ignore that the chocolate heart was not caramel and eat it regardless. HeÕd convince Juandissimo that caramel did not irritate him later, once he was in a better mood. ________________ NormÕs mood was a lot worse than any that Cupid could ever be in. His lava lamp was in JorgenÕs bathroom, and had been there for four years. Ever since Turner had cheated him out of his comfy position as a fairy godparent, which he himself had gained by cheating, but hey, he didnÕt care whether he cheated or not, as long as he won. Right now, he was having a lavender-scented bubble bath, hoping to get the smell of fairy excrement out of his lamp, and off him – and because he liked baths. The smell wasnÕt disappearing though, so he snapped in his fingers in frustration. GONG! He didnÕt want to expose himself to Jorgen, but the smell had drove him insane for four years, and he just wouldnÕt tolerate it for even one more miniscule second! - - - Jorgen jumped up from the toilet at the sound. Few things startled Jorgen Von Strangle, and genie GONGs were one of them. Genies were filthy, rule-breaking tricksters, and Jorgen was not fond of them. Rules meant everything to Jorgen, and he didnÕt see why anything would break them. Therefore, anyone that did so on a regular basis was evil, filth. He sat back on the toilet and glanced at his lava lamp urinal cake. The genie was probably in there, but he wasnÕt sure. Since he wasnÕt sure, he needed to check. He picked it up, his strong grip almost breaking it into millions of pieces. Then, he rubbed it aggressively.
Small clouds of dust came off the surface of the lamp as he rubbed it and teal blue smoke spiraled out dramatically from the hole at the top, echoing the small dust clouds that came off the surface, accompanied by the scent of the lavender – which smelt a lot better than the weird nothing-smell that came about when the stink of excrement was GONGed away. The smoke faded away, and Jorgen discovered that he was right. Yet, he was still shocked.
For one, he recognized the genie as one of Turner's enemies on Timmy TV.
Secondly, he liked the genie's looks.
Third, the genie was almost nude, except for the gold bangles on his arms, and the gold fez in his curly black hair.
His skin was a light shade of brown that reminded Jorgen of copper and caramel. His mauve eyes were alert, and Jorgen was sure that the genie was thinking up a way to trick him. The genieÕs teal blue tail, the part that marked him as a genie, flowed as he floated in the air. Jorgen almost thought that the genie looked attractive, but as soon as he thought of it, he denied it. He couldnÕt possibly be attracted to a filthy genie, could he? Could he? ÒIÕm Norm the Genie,Ó declared the genie grandiosely, snapping his fingers to GONG up a glowing neon sign saying the same thing. ÒCongratulations! You have just got three rule-free wishes!Ó Again, Jorgen was shocked. The genie had a great voice. He rapidly tried to deny it, just like he had with the previous traits, since he didnÕt want to desire a genie - especially not one of Turner's enemies, as seen on Timmy TV, or to cheat on the Tooth Fairy. He mostly succeeded, yet still couldnÕt stop himself from feeling faint stirrings of desire for the genie. ÒCome on, make a wish already! Just because I do have all day, doesnÕt mean that you can spend the entire time standing there with your mouth agape,Ó continued the genie, crossing his arms in annoyance. ÒIf you have no wishes, wish me freeÉ Oh right, according to you, IÕm a filthy genie and not worthy of freedom.Ó The last sentence was muttered under the genieÕs breath, unlike the previous sentences. ÒExactly!Ó boomed Jorgen in reply, glad to be informed about what he thought of the genie, even if the genie didnÕt mean it that way. ÒDo you take everything literally?Ó asked the genie bitterly. ÒI wasnÕt asking for confirmation of that. IÕd prefer the opposite, but I see thatÕs not likely – or is it?Ó After Jorgen found the reason that the genie thought that the opposite of his statement could be likely, he BOOMed his pants back on so the genie couldnÕt taunt him anymore about it. ÒYOU! BACK IN YOUR LAMP NOW!Ó ÒSorry, but I donÕt obey commands, just wishes, Jarhead,Ó replied the genie in a tone that suggested that he wasnÕt sorry at all. Jorgen thought about it for a moment. Would wishing Norm back into his lamp help? It could, but if someone else rubbed it, heÕd lose control of the genie, and he hated not having control, even if he didnÕt need it. So, he wouldnÕt wish the genie back into his lamp. If the genie had malicious intentions – which Jorgen was positive that the genie did, considering his behaviour on Timmy TV and his species – and acted on them – which Jorgen was sure the genie would do – he would imprison the genie in Abracatraz. Thinking about imprisoning Norm in Abracatraz led Jorgen to think of kinkier ways to discipline the genie if he misbehaved. Once he noticed that his thoughts were going down that road, he reminded himself that Norm was a filthy, tricky, Rule-breaking genie, and that he was married to the Tooth Fairy, whom he adored. Even after reminding himself of that, Jorgen couldnÕt entirely get the genie out of his head. The filthy, tricky, Rule breaking, gorgeous genie.