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unknown20troper — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 00:19:06 GMT

How? You may ask. After all, our world is sadly fairy and genie-less, and if Earth considers you old enough for porn, Fairy World considers you too old for fairies. So that won't be how.

Here's how: with a kink meme! A FOP kink meme!

So, here's the link: http://community.livejournal.com/fopfanfic/2325.html

It's time to - and it will always be time to - go and wish for kinky fanfiction/fanart and make the wishes of others come true! Oh yeah!

Intertwined Love: Chapter 4

unknown20troper — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 18:20:15 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

Title: Intertwined Love

Author: unknown20troper

Rated: R or NC-17

Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, anal, 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.

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, handjobs

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

Intertwined Love - Link Index (note: there are two more chappies after this one, and this story has a prologue.)

Intertwined Love on FFN

Chapter 4:

Despite Jorgen’s confirmation of it, Wanda still wasn’t sure that Remy was in love with Timmy. After all, Timmy had many other enemies, and pretty much any of them could be manipulating him. She certainly wasn’t going to rule out that possibility, even though she was sure that if someone was trying to tempt Timmy, they’d choose to manipulate Trixie, or one of his friends, not Remy. Yet still, she wasn’t sure.

Wanda appeared at Cupid’s wonderfully pink house in a quick POOF. As every fairy knew, Cupid was the Fairy of Love, and she figured that he probably could answer her question.

She ringed Cupid’s doorbell, causing an old-times love song to play.

Cupid at first wasn’t aware of the visitor. He didn’t even register or recognize the love song that was the ring of his doorbell. Actually, he wasn’t aware of anything other than Juandissimo, and the sensations that the muscular fairy was causing. When he became aware of it, he first thought that it went well with their lovemaking. He then remembered that the love song was the result of someone ringing his doorbell.

“I have a visitor, my love,” said Cupid. “Sorry, but we will have to interrupt our lovemaking so I can great them.”

“My sexy muscles will ache for you till you come back,” replied Juandissimo.

Some people would reply that they were just going to the door, not on a quest to defeat or save something, but Cupid was not inclined to respond that way. He was the Fairy of Love after all, which meant that he liked dramatic presentations of love, even if they were a hundred times more dramatic than the situation. Juandissimo’s overdramatic plea also was a sign that he was developing feelings for Cupid, and that was something that the love fairy had desired for years. He knew it was entirely in his power to see how Juandissimo felt without the fairy having to tell him, but hearing of Juandissimo’s feelings from the fairy himself was still marvelous.

Cupid vanished in a light pink LOVE POOF and reappeared at the door. He opened it, and saw that the visitor was Wanda Venus Fairywinkle. He briefly wondered why she had come. Her relationship with Cosmo had been fixed years ago, so she obviously wasn’t concerned about that. He also didn’t think she had come simply on a social call, since he never recalled them socializing much with each other, or desiring to socialize much with each other. He didn’t think she had news either, since he’d know of most important events before she would. He also didn’t think she was inviting him anywhere, since he was the one with the fancy parties.

With all those options eliminated, the only option left was Timothy’s love life. He had shot many people with arrows to make them fall in love with Timothy, and had shot several arrows at Timothy, at different times, to make him fall for a few different people. Some of the choices were such that the wider world would eagerly accept them, some less so. Wanda had probably come because of one or a few of the people in the latter category.

When Wanda began to speak, his guess was confirmed.

“Remy Buxaplenty says that he’s in love with Timmy, and has been trying to get Timmy to date him. I know this isn’t one of his evil plans, since according to Jorgen, he has lost both his fairies and his memories. Is he in truly in love with Timmy or is someone manipulating him to get at Timmy?”

“Yes, Remy Buxaplenty is truly in love with Timothy,” replied Cupid. “He has been for a while; only a short while after he first dreamt of his fairy adventures.”

“I thought you wanted Timmy to be with Tootie,” replied Wanda, who seemed to be trying to hide anger with a reasonable tone.

“Well, she was my first choice,” replied Cupid. “However, Remington Buxaplenty, though he wasn’t my first choice, is in love with Timothy, and I will not disrupt their possible romance just because you are uncomfortable with it. He is in love with Timothy after all, and true love is not to be manipulated simply because of one fairy’s whims.”

Wanda left as soon as he finished his statement.

Cupid sighed. Love was such a mysterious force that no ordinary mortal or magical creature would be ever able to understand it fully, even if they believed they did. No wonder Wanda had trouble believing what he said about the matter, regardless of his credentials.

Remy paid more attention to Timothy than he did to the movie. The movie did interest him, but he had so much cash that he could probably see it every day if he so desired. However, Timothy couldn’t be bought with cash, and Remy wanted to savor every moment he had with him.

Unfortunately, Timothy paid more attention to the movie than to him. As soon as the movie came on, in Timothy’s eyes, he might as well not even have been there. Remy longed for Timothy to pay attention to him, and was quite frustrated when he didn’t.

However, Remy did use some of the movie’s most dramatic, intense moments as times to hold Timothy’s hand, or do other such things. Timothy wasn’t returning his affection, but this was as close as he could get to it, for now, at least.

When the movie finished, Remy sighed in relief, since he could now talk to Timothy, which was not something he could do while it was playing. However, most of Timothy’s conversation consisted of “It was so awesome when…” and “I can’t wait till the game comes out” and other such comments. Remy responded to those comments with interest, since he did like Crash Nebula, but they weren’t what he longed to hear.

A pink watch appeared on his arm with a POOF, and Timmy grinned. Wanda had returned from wherever she had mysteriously POOFed off to. He deduced from her expression that she did not have good news, and in fact, probably had the bad sort.

Various possibilities flitted through his mind. Did the Pixies buy Fairy World again? Did the Kindness revert back to its previous form, the Darkness? Were the Anti-Fairies out causing bad luck? Had Foop escaped prison? Did Remy have an evil plan?

“Is something up in Fairy World?” asked Timmy in a whisper.

“No, Fairy World is fine,” replied Wanda. “Its just that both Jorgen and Cupid have told me that Remy is truly in love with you.”

“What?”

He had trouble keeping his voice above a whisper. Remy, one of his many archenemies, was in love with him? What was Cupid on?

“Yes,” replied Wanda. “Apparently, Remy is in love with you.”

Timmy had trouble sorting this out. If it was true, instead of not falling in the trap of an evil plan, he was rejecting someone that never had much love to start with. Once again, the Flashlight of Guilt shone upon him.

“Remy,” said Timmy. “Dude, I’m sorry for how I behaved earlier. How about we go to the Gilded Lily, like you asked for yesterday?”

“Sure, Timothy,” replied Remy, seeming almost to kiss him but apparently deciding not to. “I’d be delighted to go there with you.”

Intertwined Love: Chapter 3

unknown20troper — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 14:25:09 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

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

Intertwined Love

Intertwined Love Link Index

Chapter 3:

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.

hi!

bloof — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 06:32:57 GMT

Im super stoked i found a FOP thing on LJ!

(saw the rules)

Have some FOP fanart, though i wish i could post some of my cosmo/wanda XD

Cosmo is awesome :C even when he's unwillingly sucking anti-cock

YAY!

Intertwined Love: Chapter 2

unknown20troper — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:31:45 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

Title: Intertwined Love

Author: unknown20troper

Rated: R or NC-17

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

Intertwined Love

Intertwined Love - Link Index

Chapter 2

Timmy groaned when he saw Remy arrive at his house again, in a different car. How determined was Remy, anyway? Did he know that ‘no’ meant no, not maybe or yes?

“Timmy, you were really rude to Remy yesterday,” said Wanda. “If you refuse this time, be polite, whether you think this is an evil plan or not.”

“Yes, Wanda,” he replied, not in the mood to be advised about how to deal with Remy.

Remy went up to Timmy and pulled out two slips of paper – tickets perhaps – from his vest pocket. Timmy rolled his eyes, expecting them to be tickets to a boring romantic opera that rich people loved.

“Timothy Tiberius Turner,” Remy grandiosely. “I have two tickets to the new Crash Nebula movie.”

Even if Remy was tricking him, that was irresistible. His parents had refused to take him to the Crash Nebula movie, saying that it would be a waste of their time and money, and when he tried to go himself, he learned that all the tickets were sold out for three months.

“Awesome!” replied Timmy. “Sure. Just don’t turn it into a date, or a trick.”

Remy gestured to the driver, and the car door opened. Timmy got in as soon as the door opened. He was sure that the movie would be awesome, even if he had to look out for Remy’s tricks, even if he wasn’t sure if they were tricks.

- - -

There was something odd about this. Godchildren lost their memories when they lost their fairies, and Remy had definitely lost Juandissimo a long time ago. He could have regained the fairy, but Wanda didn’t think that was very likely.

Juandisssimo probably wouldn’t hang back if she was nearby. If Remy still had him, he would have engaged in a vain attempt to woo her, which of course would fail. Even if she assumed that he had realized that attempting to woo her would be a waste of his infinite time, it didn’t seem that likely that Remy would not bring him, and yet that was what he did, as far as she saw anyway.

If Remy didn’t remember his fairies, how did he remember Timmy? Was one of Timmy’s other enemies helping him? Did he regain his memories, yet not his fairy?

Jorgen Von Strangle could probably answer at least some of her questions, she guessed. He had created the godparent system after all.

She appeared in Jorgen’s headquarters in a POOF. She looked around, hoping to see Jorgen, but he wasn’t there. That was odd. Sounds of the sort that Cosmo only/mostly made in bed echoed through the place, and she supposed that Jorgen was making love to the Tooth Fairy, though the Tooth Fairy certainly wasn’t sounding like the Tooth Fairy.

Wanda stopped that train of thought before it could go any further. Jorgen’s love life was not her business, even if it was interfering with his duties.

__ __ __

Jorgen’s body, including all his magnificent muscles, tightened. Apparently the sex schedule wasn’t a foolproof way to keep his affair secret. A fairy was nearby, as he could tell from the POOF. The fairy was probably here for him, and might go looking for him if he took too long. If they did…

The genie turned into a teal-blue cat, and Jorgen made all the visible evidence of the shag vanish, and BOOMed his clothes back on. He hoped that the fairy hadn’t heard the BOOMs or the GONG, though he knew that was like hoping not to find snow during winter in Nunavut. He had heard the BOOM himself, and he knew that it was nowhere near any definition of quiet.

He groaned. The fairy was Wanda, one of Turner’s fairies. Oh great. Turner had got himself into possibly rule-breaking trouble once again. What was it this time?

Wanda answered his unspoken query, “Remy Buxaplenty remembers Timmy, and I don’t believe he has Juandissimo. Remy says he loves Timmy, but I doubt that. He probably is trying to trick Timmy, and has somehow retained his memories. Please tell me whether he has Juandissimo or not, and if he doesn’t, check to see if his memories are still wiped.”

“Remy lost his fairy four years ago, for attempting to get revenge on Timmy, and possibly kill him with a life-threatening obstacle course,” boomed Jorgen, angry that anyone would dare doubt that he would leave a Rule-breaker unpunished.

Wanda quivered fearfully, yet as far as Jorgen could see, she stayed strong and didn’t give into her fear. Jorgen felt much better now that he had pain to savor. If he could bed the genie right now, he’d be absolutely content…

Jorgen convinced himself to stop daydreaming of the genie reluctantly. It was business time, not daydreaming time. It wasn’t shagging-the-genie time either, regardless of what the schedule said. Convincing himself not to follow the schedule right now was just as hard as convincing himself not to daydream about the genie, yet he managed to do both.

He quickly ran a check on his computer for Remy’s memories, and found that Remy had lost them, just as he had assumed, and never regained them. It was easy for him to ignore Wanda, who was watching the process anxiously.

“Remy lost his memories four years ago. He hasn’t regained them,” said Jorgen, answering Wanda’s second query.

- - -

That was not the answer that Wanda expected. Remy was one of the worst kids that she had ever met, and not someone that she thought had a chance of falling for Timmy. Apparently, she was wrong on the second point, and possibly the first. Somehow, Remy had fell for Timmy, even though he didn’t even remember anything about him, as far as she knew at least. Well, on the bright side, that did mean that Remy wouldn’t be trying to take them from Timmy. Still, she couldn’t help but find it odd, and improbable. Something was up, but Remy wasn’t scheming it, she was sure.

Intertwined Love: Chapter 1

unknown20troper — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:54:01 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

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: m/m smut, anal, dub-con and swearing. 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 here), 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.

Author's 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.

Intertwined Love

Intertwined Love-Link Index

Chapter 1

It had been relatively simple for Remy to bribe someone to drive him to Dimmsdale. Using his typical limo, with its typical driver would have been easier, but that carried the risk of his parents finding out where he went. Finding out where he went could lead to finding out why he went there. Remy had no desire for his parents to know that.

Timothy was not the type of person that they would want him to date or marry. For one, it was possible that he didn’t exist after all, and was just a figment of his imagination. If that were so, coming to Dimmsdale to look for him would get him put in an insane asylum.

If Timothy did exist, his parents would still attempt to prevent him from dating him. Timothy’s family was middle-class, and Timothy did not score high on the popularity chart. Status and money were the two things that his parents, and every Buxaplenty before and after them, cared the most about.

Timothy was male, which also provided a host of problems in itself. The Buxaplenty’s, just like most other rich families, had very conservative values, which meant that they wouldn’t take well to learning that he was sexually attracted to boys that showed up in his dreams. His parents would also object because they would eventually want heirs, and no matter how much sex he’d hopefully have with Timothy, neither of them would become gravid.

None of the factors that would cause his parents to disapprove dulled Remy’s determination to gain Timothy’s love. If he could doggedly pursue revenge on Timothy at the age of eleven in his dreams, he could pursue Timothy’s love with equal determination now in real life. Of course, his revenge plans were all failures, but he was older now, and knew more – though he did lack fairies – surely this aim would succeed.

- - -

The car pulled up at what he recalled was Timothy’s house in his dreams. Remy clenched, knowing that he would finally discover whether Timothy existed or not. Remy sighed in relief when he saw him. Timothy existed after all!

Timothy’s appearance not changed much during the four years since Remy had last seen him. He still wore his distinctive pink hat, whether because he didn’t own any others or just liked it. His teeth had not been fixed, and nobody had attempted to fix them either, as far as Remy could see.

His brunet locks now went past his ears, but not much further. His previously smooth face was now dotted with acne. The acne was the only part that Remy objected to. Everything else was near perfect.

- - -

Timmy had not expected Remy to get out of the car. Remy had his own limo after all, and if his parents had taken that, Timmy was sure that there were thousands of others, or if there weren’t, Remy could wish himself there. Something was definitely up.

Remy approached him.

“Timothy Tiberius Turner,” said Remy, going down on bended knee. “May I court you at the Gilded Lily?”

“No,” replied Timmy in annoyance. “You’re rich; if you want a shag or date, buy a whore. If this is an evil plan, you’re more crackpot than Crocker. Honestly, dude, I’m not gay, and this crackpot plan you have will fail – just all your saner plans did.”

Remy scowled, and Timmy supposed that was because he had busted Remy’s evil plan. He doubted that Remy would genuinely want to date him. For one, he was Remy’s worst enemy. There were plenty of people that weren’t, and could be bribed into dates with

Remy. He wasn’t one of them. Yet, somehow, seeing Remy upset like that did make him feel a bit … guilty.
He went up to his room to play videogames, in order to put the weird encounter with Remy out of his mind. Even when playing, though, he couldn’t get the encounter out of his mind.
__ __ __

Whether he liked it or not, the genie was proving to be absolutely tempting. Jorgen had expected to get over quickly, and if he didn’t get over it then, he expected the genie to be less tempting now, since he had slept with the Tooth Fairy that night. Yet, the temptation of the genie had not lessened a bit.

He had even used a wish to clothe the genie, and the temptation still hadn’t lessened. Now he just wanted to tear those clothes off, and fuck the genie anyway.

Maybe the best way to resist this temptation was to give into it once, and ignore it if it came up again.

The Tooth Fairy was at Tooth Fairy Enterprises. Jorgen now could fuck the tempting genie without the Tooth Fairy noticing. He retrieved the lamp from his bathroom, and rubbed it until it almost broke.

The genie spiraled out of the lamp in a swirl of blue smoke, just like last time. Jorgen wasn’t interested in the special effects. He wanted to fuck the genie quickly, and that to be all.

He grabbed the genie from the center of the smoke, and pulled him down onto the gray tiled floor. The genie winced. Jorgen paused to savor the genie’s pain, then remembered that he had to do this fast if he didn’t want to be found out. He ripped the genie’s clothes off, and then BOOMed off his own.

- - -

Norm groaned. He had expected this, ever since the jarhead had gone erect after seeing him naked. Various humans had done it to him before he understood what they were doing and how to trick them into stopping – which simply consisted of persuading them that his tail was permanent, and had no holes that a cock could penetrate, which was untrue but the stupid humans wouldn’t know that, would they?

The jarhead, however, probably knew that, and wouldn’t be fooled by his usual lie. Norm needed new tactics, and a new strategy to stop him – or at least reduce the pain. In his opinion, getting shagged was fine – more than fine, awesome in fact; it was just that if it hurt, like he was sure this one would, it would be a problem.

It wasn’t hard for him to guess that Jorgen would want it to hurt. All his previous experience of Jorgen pointed to that conclusion.

Jorgen liked hurting people, and to the jarhead, he was lower than dirt, lower than filth, and Jorgen would have no qualms about hurting him.

Too late. Jorgen was already in him, and it sure hurt like hell. He couldn’t prevent Jorgen anymore, though he was sure that there had to be something that he could do to stop him, or at least gain slight control of the shags.
Thinking was complicated now, with Jorgen giving him both pleasure and pain. Jorgen’s well-muscled chest was also a distraction, a very erotic distraction. However, he finally managed to think.

Jorgen was tied to rules. If he was given rules, parameters, a schedule, perhaps, he’d follow it faithfully, never disobeying, even if breaking those rules would give him something he wanted or make him happier than following them would; even if those rules went against his core beliefs.

Norm just needed to think of some rules, parameters or a schedule, and a way to get Jorgen to listen to him, and it would be near-painless shags from then on. A warm, intense feeling passed through him, and he was distracted from his thoughts. If anything, Jorgen was good at this, and definitely hot. He just needed to fix the pain problem, and everything would be A-OK. This wonderful feeling could shield him from it, but it couldn’t prevent it, and was currently distracting him from planning. Dang it!

Jorgen locked his lips into a kiss, and Norm didn’t consider resisting, though Jorgen’s lips were a bit too forceful against his own for his liking; even pushing his head against the smooth gray tiles. Despite all that, Jorgen was an awesome kisser. If he wasn’t lying here like a slab of meat, and Jorgen wasn’t seeking pleasure for himself, and pain for him, Norm would have wanted to kiss him forever.
Jorgen broke off the kiss abruptly, and glanced around as though he was a deer in the headlights of a car driven by mountain lions. Norm wondered what was up, but supposed it was nothing when Jorgen returned to fucking the living hell out of him, seeming much calmer.

Norm’s thoughts began to come together, and he started to gain an inkling of an idea. He now knew why Jorgen had been so cautious. Jorgen was married to the Tooth Fairy, who he, if Norm had heard it right, adored. Therefore, Jorgen probably didn’t want her to find out that he was cheating on her, especially not with a genie – though Norm had no objections to cheating, as long as he wasn’t the one being cheated on. Even then, he could just find someone else to shag; he was just that hot.

Norm grinned. He had an excuse to suggest the schedule, rules, parameters, what-have-you, and a fake reason that would get Jorgen to listen to him.

“Hey, uh, Muscles,” said Norm, choosing that nickname over his regular one for Jorgen, and faking a concerned tone. “You seem kinda…. worried. What’s up?”

“The mighty Jorgen Von Strangle does not get worried!”

Norm groaned, yet continued with his false concern. “Yeah, right. You are the epitome of manliness and thus can’t do anything unmanly, like worry. I’ll believe the second part when pigs fly – without fairy magic, Muscles. Just admit it, dude, you were worried – why?”

- - -

Jorgen winced, and prepared to hurt or insult the genie – no one got away with such affronts to his manliness – but hesitated. The filthy genie had sounded concerned about his feelings, which was probably just a genie trick – it wasn’t as though one actually would care about anyone other than himself.

Nevertheless, he explained the source of his worries to the genie, and the genie was sympathetic, though Jorgen bet that sympathy was all fake, but even if it wasn’t, he didn’t want a genie’s sympathy, especially not the sympathy of a genie that he had control of. That only hurt his pride.

He wanted to blast the genie to ash like he often did to Binky, but just looking at the genie was enough to halt such thoughts in their tracks. He had no desire to destroy the genie’s delectable chest, messy black curls or dark violet eyes, which were only enhanced by his sunglasses; despite that the genie could regenerate himself if necessary.

If he needed another reason not to blast the genie, the genie had offered to help him hide this from the Tooth Fairy. He didn’t trust the offer, but that did need to be hidden, after all.

“Tell me!”

“What we need, Muscles, is a schedule,” answered the genie. “Of when you’ll shag me, what we’ll do etc. Shags will be scheduled while the Tooth Fairy is gone and when there are no duties that you need to attend to – like now, for example. Pain will have to be minimized, since if you do anything painful or harmful, I will naturally start resisting. It’s just my nature. My resistance will probably make it take longer, therefore disrupting the schedule. Got it, Muscles?”

“Yes,” replied Jorgen, BOOMing up a large schedule. An only slightly smaller pencil appeared beside it.

He marked out when the Tooth Fairy would be working, and when she’d be at home, as well as all his free time, appointments and duties. Admittedly, the timing of those was hard to predict, but some weren’t. The predictable ones were marked down, and the unpredictable ones were shown as notes on the side, which mentioned their unpredictably.

He then marked down a fourth of the free spaces as times to have sex with the genie. Now that he had actually shagged the genie once, he couldn’t help but realize that once wasn’t enough. He wanted to do it again, several times, perhaps.
That didn’t prevent the notion of cheating on the Tooth Fairy from causing undertones of guilt, or make him feel any better about the genie species. It just meant that the genie was remarkably good in bed.

The genie kissed him, and for a few moments, none of that could cross his mind and he didn’t want it to.

Jorgen/Norm, Timmy/Remy, Juan/Cupid - Interwined Love (Prologue)

unknown20troper — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 14:15:47 GMT

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents. Title: Intertwined Love Author: unknown20troper Rated: R or NC-17 Warnings: Male/male smut in later chapters, maybe male/female smut as well – will make this warning more specific once the chapters are written but probably anal, oral and handjobs, infidelity, possible dub/coerced/non-con, could potentially contain BDSM – considering Jorgen’s personality and all. None apply to this chapter. 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. Since the post was too large, I had to use a link instead. I presume that's allowed, right? Prologue

Genie in a Bottle by Pixei/PorcelainDoll304

unknown20troper — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 20:43:47 GMT

Title: Genie in a Bottle
Author: Pixei
Rated: R
Warnings: Explicit yaoi including m/m sex, mild swearing
Pairing: Chip/Norm
Summary: Chip needs to write a song. Norm provides some...inspiration.
Notes: N/A

Genie in a Bottle

"Fifteen Minutes" and "Practice" by Pixei/PorcelainDoll304

unknown20troper — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 16:36:38 GMT

Title: Fifteen Minutes
Author: Pixei
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: M/M, Violence, Angst
Pairing: Chester/Timmy
Summary: Timmy insisted, "I would suck out the venom if I thought it would save you."

Fifteen Minutes

Title: Practice
Author: Pixei
Rated: PG
Warnings: M/M, mild shota
Pairing: Chester/Timmy
Summary: Chester and Timmy have a fear in common. They decide to conquer it together.

Practice

To Love A Fairy by Pixei/PorcelainDoll304

unknown20troper — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 16:56:37 GMT

Pixei/PorcelainDoll304 gave me permission to post links to her Fairly OddParents slash fanfics in this community, since her computer won't let her get a LiveJournal account. Pixei is her Deviantart username, and PorcelainDoll304 is her FF.Net username, just so you know.

So, here's the first link:

Title: To Love a Fairy
Author: Pixei
Warnings: Slight swearing
Rated: PG-13 for now, but might go up in the future
Pairing: Cosmo/Timmy
Summary: Cosmo has become a legend in Fairy World, but not for the reason you'd expect.
Notes: Will update as regularly as possible.

To Love a Fairy

Norm/Timmy "Any Way For Payback?" Chapter 11

unknown20troper — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 21:19:33 GMT

Title: Any Way For Payback? (Chapter 11)

Author: unknown20troper

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

Fandom: Fairly OddParents

Rated: R, or NC-17

Warnings: M/M, foreplay, profanity, handjob, sexual terms, anal

Pairing Type: Slash

Pairing: Norm/Timmy

Summary: Jorgen accidentally drops Norm's lamp at Timmy Turner's house when he takes Timmy's fairies on his 18th bday. Without Timmy's fairies and memories, he doesn't recognize Norm but Norm still wants revenge. It's just that he has no clue how to get it.

Notes: Concrit welcomed, particularly on characterization, and smut, though it can be on anything else that I’m doing wrong. Norm and Timmy will not fall in love immediately. If either of them doesn’t like the pairing, that is just an attempt to keep them in character. They both will probably like the pairing by the end of the fanfic. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I'm only posting the smut on Live Journal. I have a link index for this, and it's at the below link:

Any Way For Payback (Norm/Timmy)- Link Index

Chapter 11:

This time, Norm remembered to GONG them into Turner’s bed before he GONGed off their clothes. Turner snuggled up to him, and Norm wondered if Turner knew that they were going to shag first, then sleep. It is rare for people to be taken aback by their own thoughts, but Norm had just felt exactly that.

If he was bothered by the fact that Turner wasn’t giving him foreplay or shagging him, or asking for it, Norm knew that meant that he had liked it, and wanted it. He had trouble comprehending that, though since the only thing he wanted from Turner was for him to be dead or miserable, right?

Just then, Turner kissed him, and Norm was free to halt that train of thought. After the kiss was over, Turner asked, “You want me to bang you, right?”

“Yeah,” replied Norm, consenting despite not being sure if he meant it and scared that he did. “Foreplay first, though.”

Turner’s hands slid down the genie’s body, bypassing his light copper brown skin to get to his teal blue tail. Once again, Turner fondled it, causing it to move erratically and quickly once again. Lying down significantly changed the experience. He was more relaxed, calmer, and way more comfortable.

Turner switched to fondling the genie’s cock, and this time, it was harder for him to remind himself that he hated Turner, and did not want this, should not want this, could not want this.

Norm once again tried to recollect what Turner had done to him as a ten year-old, but when he was being pleasured like this, pain wasn’t something that he particularly wanted to remember. Nevertheless, he recalled it, but Turner’s touch just about made him forget. Not for long though, since the memory failure wasn’t literal.

Turner had tortured him with smoof, tacks, and bees. Turner had abandoned his lamp on Mars, presuming that he wouldn’t ever come back. Turner had made him explode from magical back up, causing him to lose his freedom. That was what Turner had done to him as a ten year-old, and none of it was pleasurable.

Then again, what Turner was doing now was pleasurable. Still, Turner had been more cruel than nice to him overall, right? Right? Right?

Tim wondered why Norm was so worried or confused. Was he not good enough for him? Was Norm going to reject him once they were done?

His hands moved back up to Norm’s upper body, first feeling the genie’s stomach, then his nipples. He grinned when he noticed that the genie’s musical moaning and sighing still continued when he touched those parts, instead of just his tail and cock. He was doing well, and Norm wasn’t going to reject him, like Trixie had so often done.

However, he couldn’t help but want more.

He shifted his gaze to the genie’s eyes, instead of the parts that his hands had just been stimulating, and took a deep breath, hoping that he wasn’t blushing, but knowing that he was.

“Norm, can men … penetrate each other?”

Norm rolled his eyes, and answered Turner’s question. “Yeah. We don’t have cunts, but cocks can go into assholes just as well.”

“So, who’s doing it – you or me?”

“I am,” answered Norm. “You have no clue how, and will probably end up pulverizing my ass because of it. Alright, pulverizing is hyperbole, but it will probably hurt like hell.”

He was shocked by how forthright he had been. Ever since Turner’s memory wipe, he had been trying to avoid being that forthright, since Turner could interpret it as the insult it was. If Turner did, his scheme would be history, a failure, and Norm was sure that Turner would interpret it as such.

“Okay,” replied Turner. “You’re doing it. I’m okay with that.”

That was a shock. He had expected Turner not to care about whether his ass ended up pulverized or not, as long as he got his pleasure. That would have fit with his childhood behavior, and the behavior of humans in general. Oh wow, apparently Turner did care, though Norm had already began denying it.

“Can you just do it already?”

Well, that was typical Turner behavior, and quite the letdown, even though, as he had thought the last time that he felt letdown by Turner’s behavior, it shouldn’t be since he didn’t expect Turner to care about his feelings, did he?

He fiddled with the soft blanket, until he realized that he was just making Turner more impatient. He dropped it, causing it to land on the bed with a soft thump, and threw it off the bed.

Then, he went down the bed, till he was near Turner’s legs. He gripped them, and moved them so they were in the air, and Turner’s knees were clenched toward his chest.

GONG!

He magically positioned a pillow under Turner’s hips. Now Turner was totally ready to shag! Norm didn’t entirely want to shag him, but he’d do anything to get his revenge on Turner, and if he had to shag the guy first, he’d do it.

Minutes after Norm positioned himself between his legs, Tim had begun to enjoy it. Sure it had hurt at first, but the genie seemed to know how to get the pain over quickly, and pleasure to replace it as soon as the twinge ended.

He noticed that Norm was enjoying himself too – a fair bit of moaning came from him, as well. That was a relief, since Tim hadn’t expected Norm to like it much, due to the fact that it was his first time, so he probably didn’t know how to do it as well as most of the genie’s other sexual partners.

Regardless of how much he hated the guy, Norm couldn’t deny that Turner had a great ass. It wasn’t the best sex that he ever had, but it definitely made the Top Ten – nope, the Top Twenty, since Norm was loath to put Turner on any list of his Top Positive Experiences, even when he rightfully belonged there.

And lately, Norm had been getting lots of Top Positive Experiences from Turner. Lots of hypothetical lists that Turner rightfully belonged on, but wouldn’t hypothetically be on, since he just plain hated the guy – who also belonged on hypothetical lists of his Top Negative Experiences.

Now that was weird. Why couldn’t he just decide how he felt about Turner and stick with it? Did he hate Turner or did he like; lust for – maybe even possibly love him? Revenge or deluxe kissing and sex that made the Top Twenty Best Shags That He Ever Had?

His wonderings, the moaning of both him and Turner, and the thudding of his cock into the guy made a synchronized beat. The wonderings never got any answers, but Norm didn’t really care too much – or at all, since the sex that had sparked them was absolutely awesome, and not conductive to musings. If he wanted to muse about his feelings for Turner – which he didn’t, due to his fear that they wouldn’t be what he thought they should be – he would have to do something else and he did not feel like doing anything else.

One of Turner’s moans turned to a yawn, and Norm groaned. Now that Turner felt the all too human need to go the sleep, this great shag had to end.

He resignedly extracted his cock from Turner’s anus, and Turner lowered his legs. Then, he GONGed the pillow back its original spot at the head of the bed, and settled into the blankets.

Turner pushed closer to him, and asked. “You’re keeping me warm again, right?”

“Yeah,” answered Norm, snuggling in close to Turner.

Once Turner had registered his answer, he embraced the genie, and began to fondle him again. Norm sighed, and began to drift off to sleep.

NEW Community For Fairly OddParents Fanfic

unknown20troper — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 19:17:41 GMT

I made a community for Fairly OddParents Fanfic, no matter what the pairing, genre, rating, or anything else is. If it's a Fairly OddParents Fanfic, you can post it there, basically, though it does have rules.

Here's the link:

Fairly OddParents Fanfic

You're welcome to join, and tell me if you want to be a maintainer.

What do you think of it? Should it double as a fan art comm, or should there be a seperate comm for that?

This relates to FOPslash because slash fanfic can be posted there. As I said before: if it's a Fairly OddParents Fanfic, you can post it there, basically, and that includes slash, of course.

Also, so I'm sure that this relates to FOP slash, here's a few links to my slashy fan art:

Norm/Crocker
Norm/Timmy Kissing

Norm/Timmy "Any Way For Payback?" Chapter 7

unknown20troper — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 13:00:42 GMT

Title: Any Way For Payback? (Chapter 7)
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.
Fandom: Fairly OddParents
Rated: R, or NC-17
Warnings: M/M, foreplay, profanity, handjob, sexual terms
Pairing: Norm/Timmy
Summary: Jorgen accidentally drops Norm's lamp at Timmy Turner's house when he takes Timmy's fairies on his 18th bday. Without Timmy's fairies and memories, he doesn't recognize Norm but Norm still wants revenge. It's just that he has no clue how to get it.
Notes: Concrit welcomed, particularly on characterization, and smut, though it can be on anything else that I’m doing wrong. Norm and Timmy will not fall in love immediately. If either of them doesn’t like the pairing, that is just an attempt to keep them in character. They both will probably like the pairing by the end of the fanfic. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I'm only posting the smut, and chapters with overtly sexual terms on Live Journal. I have a link index for this, and it's at the below link:

Any Way For Payback-Link Index

Chapter 7: Confusion
Tim literally could not believe that he was literally in bed with his genie, and had been figuratively in bed with him too. First off, he didn’t even fully believe in genies. And if one didn’t believe in the existence of something, how’d could they believe that they had given it a handjob, and foreplay? Exactly. One couldn’t.
Tim wondered how old the genie was. Was the genie twenty-nine, or as old as the universe? Anyway, he doubted that twenty-nine year-old genies usually wanted eighteen-year old boys to give them handjobs. Surely, there were lots of people their age that would appeal more to them.
Anyway, that all boiled down to:
He had just had sex with his totally hot genie! Wow, but WTF!
Norm glanced over at the now awake Turner. Apparently, their almost-shagging had wowed and confused him. Well, he wasn’t the only one. Norm had spent the entire night getting accidental foreplay from the guy, and wasn’t sure whether he felt more blissful, revolted, or confused. Turner was decent at it, Norm had to admit, even if Turner hadn’t got any girls yet, he clearly was good at touching him in the right places.
That was when Norm took a double take. Turner was his worst enemy. He was not supposed to be thinking about how good he was in bed. He couldn’t be thinking about that, he simply couldn’t be thinking about Turner’s proficiency in bed.
“Norm,” said Turner, interrupting Norm’s thoughts about his ability in bed. “Could you magic me to school?”
“Why?” asked Norm. “Did our nighttime antics disrupt your sleep? Are you late?”
“Yeah,” replied Turner. “And I’m naked.”
Norm wanted to reply that he’d noticed – a lot more than he should have – but he remembered his plan, and decided that hitting Turner with a sardonic remark wouldn’t help it.
“Alright,” replied Norm. “I’ll GONG you to school, and GONG your clothes on, though you look better without them.”
Turner smiled.
GONG!
Turner’s disappearance made the blue sheets ruffle, and Norm grinned. Now that Turner was gone, he could go through his stuff. However, he didn’t have to do it immediately. Right now, he just wanted to lie in bed, without Turner, or his cramped lamp. School took hours so he’d have time.
He laid on the bed, trying to get a bit of rest, but his tail touched something that was distinctly liquid. Oh great. One, or both of them had came during the night. He groaned, and GONGed the liquid away.
Despite the fact that the mess was gone, Norm no longer felt at ease in Turner’s bed. It reminded him too much of Turner, and Turner’s touch. Turner’s confusing touch, which Norm found could only be described with two antonyms that started with terri–. Which antonym described it best wasn’t something that he wanted to know, since he wasn’t interested in Turner’s shagging, and didn’t want to be interested in it, right? Right?
Right.
Norm got out of the bed, and floated above the light blue wooden floor. Now, that he was out of Turner’s bed – Turner’s infinitely comfortable bed – he’d be able to ignore the feelings that he had felt for the guy. Right?
He glanced around the room, looking for signs of what Tim was interested in. The blue walls were covered in posters of the Crimson Chin, Crash Nebula, and shagadelic human dames. There was a TV near the right wall, and he wondered if it was possible to get I Dream of Jeannie on it.
There was a disordlery stack of Crimson Chin comic books in one corner. Norm never was into superheroes, or comic books so he hadn’t read them before, but now he knew that Turner liked them, he figured that he should read them, to find out what Turner liked about them, and whether he had ever wished himself into them.
Norm chose the bottom one, and opened it. The Crimson Chin was lying in a fetal position, crying. Norm groaned. If comic books were like this, he completely saw why he had never got into them. He turned the page, and rolled his eyes. The next page also consisted of the Crimson Chin crying, however, a few pages later, the scene shifted, and Norm saw ten year-old Turner, in front of a building called The Daily Blabbity. There was a speech bubble coming out the kid’s mouth. Norm read it, and rolled his eyes. Turner was excitedly remarking about how cool it was to be in front of that building. Norm didn’t get what Turner was excited about, but he decided not to worry about it. Maybe the Daily Blabbity only had meaning to Crimson Chin fanatics.
Norm skimmed, and flipped the next page, since it only consisted of Turner going through the panels to go somewhere.
Turner was now in the hallway of the Daily Blabbity, and was standing in front of a door that said:
Charles Hampton INdigo – Ace Reporter
Before Norm read Turner’s comment explaining why the door was important, he understood. C-H-IN spelt Chin, so Charles Hampton Indigo was obviously the Crimson Chin.
Turner opened the door, and Norm saw a sobbing man, sitting behind a desk, in a swivel chair. The man inquired about what had just opened his door. He spun around, and his huge chin knocked some stuff off the desk. He produced a speech bubble, and Norm read it.
“You! You’re the ‘real’ boy who showed me I’m a big fat lie!”
He grinned. The Crimson Chin was Turner’s enemy too, was he? He read on eagerly. Turner told the Crimson Chin that he Was A Hero and Gotta Snap Out of This and Remember the Good Times. The Crimson Chin responded like an angsty, annoyed teenager, and Turner indicated another panel, which he said was a flashback.
Turner explained that the Crimson Chin had got his powers from a bite from a radioactive, handsome actor. Turner then showed the villain of the issue, trying to convince the Chin to fight it. The Chin didn’t, and went into a nighttime panel instead, and started crying again. Norm groaned.
The view switched to Turner, who said – in a speech bubble:
“Man, he’s depressed. He needs somebody at his side, to kick him into shape… What do they call those things? Oh yeah, sidekicks!”
Norm noted that the words, ‘SIDE’, and ‘KICK’ were floating in the air above Turner. No wonder Turner had figured it out. Turner ran into an alley, and ripped his clothes off, declaring, “This is a job for…”
Norm blushed. He never knew that the Crimson Chin comic contained child porn of his worst enemy. He shut the book, before his body reacted in ways that he didn’t want it to, or his mind went places that he didn’t want it to go. He wanted to get revenge on Turner, not get off of him, right? Right?
Norm wondered what to do now. He couldn’t read the Crimson Chin comics since Turner could be naked in all the issues, and he did not want to get off Turner, especially not young Turner.
He GONGed the TV remote to him, and turned on I Dream of Jeannie, something that he was more than OK about getting off of.
It was Tim’s first class of the day, and he just couldn’t focus. Lack of focus wasn’t unusual for him, but it was at a whole new level now. Why?
Norm. Norm the Genie. His flirting, his kissing, his smooth chest, his tail, his cock…
The teacher yelled his name, perhaps because he had noticed Tim’s lack of focus, but Tim still didn’t notice.
Tootie gazed at Tim. He looked so dreamy, and he seemed to be dreaming himself. He had the look that he had always had when Trixie was near. However, Tootie knew that Trixie was dating Remy Buxaplenty, so she hadn’t caused Tim’s dreaminess.
It occurred to Tootie that she could have caused it, but she doubted it. She had stopped outwardly chasing Tim a few years before, and became his friend instead.
Whoever caused it was lucky, and Tootie wasn’t going to wreck their happiness by going after Tim. Vicky, her mean sister, wrecked people’s happiness, and Tootie felt no desire to emulate her.
The class ended, and Tim had tons of homework, about the same amount that he used to get from Crocker when he was a kid. He groaned. He wanted to read his Crimson Chin comics, and date Norm once school was done, but he had so much homework that having time for anything else would be miracle in itself.
The next classes produced the same amount of homework, and Tim was in an amazingly bad mood by noon, a bad mood that increased exponentially every class.
Once he finally got home, he was completely enraged.
GONG!
Norm appeared in the living room of Turner’s house. He had looked at Turner’s timetable, and it had told him when Turner’s school day was done. Turner had been a little late, but Norm didn’t really care.
Norm saw Turner’s facial expression, and wondered if Turner would make a wish. He certainly seemed as though he wanted to.
Turner than launched into a rant about getting tons of homework, and not having any time. Norm wasn’t surprised. He seemed to be a combination of wish-granter, and lover, so it was no shock that Turner would expect him to magic his problems away. Still, after Turner was so nice to him in bed, he couldn’t help but admit that it was a slight letdown. Letdown? He should have expected Turner to act like this. It wasn’t a shock. Was it?
Norm longed to rant back at Turner, and tell him what he really felt about him, but he knew that if he did, his plan would crash down on him, and there was no way that he’d let that happen – ever.

Norm/Timmy "Any Way For Payback?" Chapter 6

unknown20troper — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:26:55 GMT

Title: Any Way For Payback? (Chapter 6)
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.
Fandom: Fairly OddParents
Rated: R, or NC-17
Warnings: M/M, foreplay, profanity, handjob, sexual terms
Pairing: Norm/Timmy
Summary: Jorgen accidentally drops Norm's lamp at Timmy Turner's house when he takes Timmy's fairies on his 18th bday. Without Timmy's fairies and memories, he doesn't recognize Norm but Norm still wants revenge. It's just that he has no clue how to get it.
Notes: Concrit welcomed, particularly on characterization, and smut, though it can be on anything else that I’m doing wrong. Norm and Timmy will not fall in love immediately. If either of them doesn’t like the pairing, that is just an attempt to keep them in character. They both will probably like the pairing by the end of the fanfic. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I'm only posted the smut on Live Journal. I have a link index for this, and it's at the below link:

Any Way For Payback? Link Index

Chapter 6 below, under the LJ-Cut:

Chapter 6
Tim had no clue what to do. He was a virgin, and even though he did read/see/watch porn, and erotica, it tended not to be of other men.
“Let me guess, you’ve never done this, right?” asked Norm bluntly.
Tim blushed a vibrant shade of red. Why did the genie have to be so blunt about something so personal?
“Uh, yeah,” replied Tim.
“Just what I thought,” replied Norm. “How ‘bout we start with a bit of foreplay?”
“We’re both male, so whose doing who?”
Norm hadn’t thought about that, though he wasn’t keen on being penetrated by Turner. He didn’t want to penetrate him either. That was definitely quite the dilemma.
He needed to answer though, since Norm doubted that Turner would be okay with being denied pleasure for even a few minutes. He certainly wasn’t okay with that when he was a kid, and used Norm for his non-sexual pleasures. Assuming that Turner’s out of bed behavior reflected his in bed behavior, if he didn’t decide soon…
“You’re doing me,” replied Norm, deciding that he sure as heck wasn’t going to actively pleasure Turner.
“What do I do?” asked Turner.
“Do I need to give you a walkthrough? Do you want a manual to How-To-Shag/Bang/Make Love To-Norm-the-Swinging-Magical-Genie?” asked Norm. “Alright then, first: you just touch me.”
Norm shut his eyes, so he could ignore the fact that it was Turner who would be touching him, and Turner who would be shagging him. Turner was a good kisser, but that couldn’t stop Norm from hating him, or make him desire intimate contact, even if Turner did have decent muscles…
Norm told himself to stop thinking about Turner’s muscles, kissing, or anything else remotely attractive about him. He wanted revenge on Turner, not to like him.
However, focusing on revenge was hard since Turner had managed to find one of his Top Ten Erogenous Zones. His tail. Turner wasn’t touching the genital part though. He was touching the very tip, and occasionally moving up a bit on it, and then going back down.
Tim was glad that his curiosity about the genie’s tail was capable of causing such pleasure. Norm was erect now, and Tim could almost say that Norm’s tail was … wagging. It flowed like a fast-moving river most of time, but when pleasured, its movements changed, became more intense, more erratic. He wondered if Norm’s other partners ever touched the genie’s tail like this.
Merely touching the genie’s tail didn’t ignite sexual pleasure within him, but Tim did find its movements to be undeniably hypnotic. Back and forth, side-to-side, diagonal jitters, whatever; all movements it made hypnotized Tim.
Norm opened his eyes, and was glad to see that Turner was so fascinated with his tail that doing anything else wouldn’t occur to him. He sighed in relief.
Tim smiled. The genie was sighing … because of him. The sigh sounded wonderful, and Tim wondered if the genie was a good moaner too.
He looked up a bit, and saw the genie’s cock. It was teal-blue, and was in the area of the part of the genie’s tail that served as his ass. Weird, but Tim presumed it worked like a normal cock, At least he hoped so.
He began to touch it.
Norm began to moan, and Tim smiled. The genie’s moaning was just as awesome as his sighing.
Norm was not happy that Turner had moved on to his cock, yet he was amazingly blissful for the same reason. He told himself to think rationally, and focus on his revenge on Turner, not Turner’s ability to make him moan. But, thinking rationally was hard now that Turner knew what he was doing. Focusing on revenge was equally difficult. Ignoring the sensation was an impossibility.
Norm tried to remind himself of all the times that Turner had hurt him. That partially worked, though he found that Turner’s lovemaking was squashing down the memories, and replacing them with pleasure, which Norm didn’t want to eradicate, though he knew that if he ever wanted to get his revenge on Turner, he had to.
“Turner, can you please stop?” he mumbled, not intending for Turner to hear him. He figured if stopped consenting, making it technically rape if Turner continued, he’d stop himself from being distracted by the pleasure, and start feeling revolted by Turner again.
Even if Turner did hear him, he figured, that he’d continue. Turner had never listened to him when he said “no” before, had he?
Much to his surprise, Turner not only heard him, he stopped too. That was a shock.
“Why’d you want me to stop?” asked Turner. “I thought you liked it.”
“I did,” replied Norm, blushing. “It’s just that I’m,” he yawned dramatically, “tired.”
Tim blushed, realizing that he, and Norm had forgot to actually get in bed before bedding each other. He looked down at the floor, and saw that some of their come had dripped on it. Not much, but a bit.
“Norm,” said Tim in an unidentifiable tone, pointing at the small pool of semen.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” asked Norm. “Is that innuendo, or are you saying that I should use my phenomenal cosmic powers to clean up our come?”
“Option two,” replied Timmy, then said seductively. “But option one is great too.”
GONG!
“Come cleaned,” said Norm. “Now, its time for bed, not sex, bed.”
“Are you sure?” questioned Timmy. “I want to continue, though if you don’t, its fine with me.”
“Well, I could keep you warm,” flirted Norm in reply, both trying to do his plan to learn about Turner’s interest, and spend intimate time with him. He was surprised by how easily the two intersected. “I could remain naked too, if you prefer me that way. Just don’t have actual sex with me. I’m too sleepy.”
He yawned for effect.
“Okay,” replied Turner, smiling. “I’d like that.”
Turner got into bed, and Norm followed him. Turner settled into the sheets, and Norm settled in beside him. He smiled. This was so much better than sleeping in his cramped lamp, even if it was with Turner.
Turner held him close, and Norm noticed that though he could tell him not to have sex with him, he wouldn’t be able to order him not to do foreplay, whether purposely, or not. Norm enjoyed the unasked for foreplay, but still didn’t like, or trust Turner.
He knew that there were many better fuckers than Turner in the world, so getting revenge on Turner would not prevent him from ever feeling sexual pleasure again.
But still, Norm couldn’t stop himself from remembering that Turner had stopped when he had asked him to. If in bed behavior reflected out of bed behavior, Turner might not call on him to solve every puny problem in his life. However, Norm doubted that, since young Turner often did exactly that. So maybe in bed behavior didn’t always reflect out of bed behavior, but knowing that Turner would stop if he told him to was a relief.
Tim smiled. He was lying in bed with the hottest genie ever, and the hottest genie ever seemed to like him. Now, that was the perfect birthday gift!
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This is not the end of the fanfic. It will have more chapters. Some (the non-explicit) will be posted on FF.Net, and some (the smutty chapters) will be posted here.

Sequel to "With You I Could Rule the World"-Norm/Crocker ONESHOT

unknown20troper — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:12:04 GMT

Title: An AbNORMal Past and Present
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: It's March 15th and Crocker is upset and mean, just like the previous year. Norm decides to change his past, but will SODC!Timmy interfere with his attempts, and if he does succeed, will he like the results?
Notes: Sequel to With You I Could Rule the World. ONESHOT. Constructive criticism welcomed, particularly on characterization.

An AbNORMal Past and Present“

It’s March 15th!” yelled Crocker, “the most miserable day of my life!”
“Oh, so that was why you were torturing all those kids today more than you did yesterday,” replied Norm, “what exactly happened on March 15th?”
“An angry mob with torches and pitchforks chased me,” said Crocker, “then I saw I was holding a FAIRY Tracker. That’s when I decided I’d catch a FAIRY and expose it to the world! They ruined my life and I want to make them pay!”
Crocker was in an especially bad mood that day like he was the previous year and the one before it, so he had forgotten that he had also became interested in the study of fairies, not just getting revenge on them.
“Oh yeah, that’s sad,” said Norm, “and I think you’ve forgotten that you also like to learn about fairies, like when you were in the Fairy Café with me, when you were ignoring me ‘cause you cared more about their dining practices. Luckily, you got over that!”
“Oh right,” said Crocker, “you have a point, but today still upsets me. It started the decades of rejection that I had to deal with.”
“How ‘bout I Time-Scooter back there to see if I can fix things?” asked Norm, “what year was it?”
“Yes. Thank you, Norm,” said Crocker, “the year was 1972.”
“1972? Got it!”
GONG!
A Time Scooter appeared. Crocker was fascinated by the magical technology.
Norm got on the Time Scooter and set it for March 14, 1972. That would give him enough time to be reminded of what Dimmsdale was like in that time and see what young Crocker was like, before doing anything to the past.

Norm looked around. He seemed to be in Crocker’s same house, it just looked spick-and-span instead of rundown and broken. Obviously, Crocker had felt no need to move. Norm knew Crocker’s house wasn’t where he needed to be.
GONG!
Norm was on the streets of Dimmsdale.
“Here you are sport, Dimmsdale, March 14th, 1972! Crocker’s childhood!”
Norm was shocked. That voice sounded like Wanda? Why was Wanda there?
“Now all we gotta do is find the miserable little kid that will grow up to be the miserable Denzel Crocker!”
Turner! But that was impossible! Turner was dead, wasn’t he? Norm knew Turner hated Crocker. Turner was probably going to make March 15th even worse for Crocker! Norm had to stop him and maybe even re-kill him!
“Ooo! Ooo! A genie! And I know where Crocker is!”
Norm groaned. Fruit Cup. The entire trio was there to ruin Crocker’s life.
“Great job, guessing my species,” said Norm, “Crocker doesn’t need you ruining his life, so skedaddle back to the 2000s, ‘kay?”
“Ruining Crocker’s life?” asked Turner in confusion, “I’m not trying to ruin Crocker’s life! I’m trying to help him!”
“Why should I believe you?” asked Norm, “I don’t trust you, I don’t like you and I know you don’t like Crocker – or me for that matter.”
“You should believe me because I’m telling the truth. Yes, I don’t like Crocker – he is one of my worst enemies – though if I succeed, he won’t be. How can you dislike me if you only knew me for three minutes? Also, I don’t dislike you.”
“If you really are a genie, where’s your master and lamp?” asked Wanda.
“Who cares?”
GONG!
Norm turned himself into a cat, hoping to avoid notice.
“Where’s Crocker again?” Turner asked Cosmo, “you said you knew.”
“Your school!”
POOF!
GONG!
Norm looked around. He was near a 70s VW van, very close to Turner.
“There’s Crocker! You were right!” shouted Turner, and then he said confused, “You were right? Did the ‘genie’ follow us?”
“Wow! Two in a row! It’s a new record!”
“I think he might have,” replied Wanda, “There’s a teal-blue cat hanging around this van. Teal-blue, what a natural color for a cat!”
Norm groaned. Wanda had noticed him and even had the nerve to quip about his coloring! Turner’s second death would hurt him more than his first one did!
Young Crocker walked toward the playground, with a parrot the same color as Cosmo. Norm wondered if that was why Fruit Cup knew Crocker’s location – he was Crocker’s fairy! Turner and Crocker might have had the same fairies!
“How you know Crocker would be here or that the person on the other Time Scooter was a genie? You barely even remember my name half the time!”
“I dunno, Sophie! I just knew!” shouted Cosmo, sounding slightly puzzled.
Norm doubted Cosmo thought enough to ever be puzzled by anything, but he did sound puzzled.
“There is something familiar about younger Crocker, and that genie … I just can’t put my wand on it!”
Cosmo and Wanda did both godparent Turner so, maybe they always were a pair when godparenting. That could be why Wanda thought Crocker was familiar, Norm supposed.
“Look over there! It’s my mom as a kid!”
Norm groaned. Did Turner really need to point out that? Norm looked anyway. Maybe, he could kill her and get rid of Turner at his source!
She was on a swing, being pushed by a kid, whom Norm presumed to be named Sheldon, from all her cries of “Push me higher, Sheldon! Higher!” which the Sheldon kid responded to by saying, “okay!”
Another ten year-old boy, who looked like Turner would with black, spic n’ spiffy hair and straight teeth scooted past Sheldon on a bad skateboard, while giving him the evil eye.
“Dinkleburg.”
Norm figured that the spic n’ spiffy boy was Turner’s dad. Maybe, he could kill him instead.
“Focus on what you were sent to do, Norm, Genie … whatever,” he chastised himself, “You didn’t come to commit homicide. You came to fix Crocker’s past.”
While Norm was chastising himself, Turner’s dad’s scooted into an incoming truck. Norm grinned. Turner’s dad would die and Turner would disappear from existence! Yes!
Turner’s young dad screamed.
“Oh yes!” exclaimed Norm, fixated on Turner’s upcoming disappearance from existence.
Young Crocker glanced at his parrot, exclaiming, “Oh no!”
Norm groaned. Young Crocker was going to save their worst enemy’s dad. Norm reminded himself that young Crocker had no way of knowing how his seemingly small, insignificant act of heroism would allow his worst enemy to exist.
Young Crocker drove onto the street in a pink soapbox derby car and stuck out his hand to Turner’s dad.
“Take my hand if you want to live!”
Norm groaned. Of course, Turner’s dad wanted to live! Everyone did. There was no ‘if’ about it. Turner’s dad grabbed young Crocker’s hand and was pulled off his skateboard, just as a moving van crushed it.
Young Crocker skid his car to a stop in front of what looked like a younger, skinnier version of Waxelplax. She was clearly impressed, just like the ladies would be if Norm boasted about his victory over Turner. If Crocker had saved Turner’s dad in an attempt to impress the ladies, Norm could understand his reasoning.
“Thanks, Denzel Crocker! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go stare angrily at Dinkleberg!”
Young Crocker pushed Turner’s dad’s eyebrow’s down, Norm presumed to help him stare angrily at Dinkleberg.
A news crew came in and did their usual news crew starting nonsense and young Crocker responded modestly to their appearance. Then the reporter said something interesting.
“Wait… I’m learning that the mayor is declaring tomorrow, March 15th, Denzel Crocker Day, and is going to give you the key to the city!”
“I’m can’t wait to tell my mom!” replied Crocker excitedly.
Crocker drove happily through town in his pink soapbox car and everybody waved and smiled at him when he passed.
“Come on! We gotta follow him!” came Turner’s voice from behind a bush.
Norm was surprised. Turner actually had a good idea.
POOF!
GONG!
Norm appeared at Crocker’s spanking brand new house and wasn’t surprised a bit to see Turner and his fairies there.
“Why are you following us if you hate me so much?” asked Turner, “Protecting your precious Crocker? I’m not trying to harm him; I’m trying to help him! What are you here for?”
“Kid, I’m not going to tell you! I don’t even like you!”
“What’s that sound?” inquired Crocker.
GONG!
POOF!
Turner, Wanda, Cosmo and Norm turned into hummingbirds.
“Never mind, I just thought some people were arguing. I guess I was just imagining it.”
Crocker’s mom (who was younger, taller and prettier) came in and young Crocker said excitedly, “Mother! I have great news!”
“Not now, Denzel! Mommy has to run to her second job at Atari! The game company of the future!”
Norm groaned. He knew Atari would become the game company of the past, not the future and Nintendo would rule the field instead (or be in at least second place.)
A sixteen year-old redheaded boy popped out of the doorway and smacked his hand with his fist. Norm recognized that boy. When the boy was fifteen, he had rubbed Norm’s lamp and had been one of Norm’s most cruel – even violent – masters (other than Turner, that is.)
Norm averted his eyes and blocked his ears. He didn’t want to even start imagining the cruel stuff that Vic (whoa, he still remembered the guy’s name) had done to him and was probably going to do to young Crocker. Then, Norm remembered he was a magical genie. He could defend young Crocker from Vic – with magic!
GONG!
Vic tripped and turned into a chick – of the bird kind, not the person kind.
Norm laughed. Now that was funny!
“I didn’t wish for that,” said Crocker in confusion, “But, thanks.”
Norm grinned.
Young Crocker entered his house and went up to his room. Cosmo, Wanda, Timmy and Norm flew up to his window and looked inside Young Crocker’s room. Norm was shocked. Young Crocker’s room was nearly as clean as his lava lamp used to be (only because Norm had little to do in it and cleaning it was as exciting as doing anything else in there.)
“Wait a minute… Ten year-old kid… Inattentive parent… A babysitter that randomly turned into a chick after threatening him… Pink and green parrots and soapbox cars… The genie following us… Oh my gosh… There’s only one logical explanation… Denzel Crocker must have… FAIRY GODPARENTS!” said Turner, and then he said to Wanda, “If I ever do that again, hit me.”
Cosmo POOFed up a kayak paddle to use for the task.
“Not now! And shoo genie, shoo!” shouted Turner.
Norm picked up the paddle and brained Turner and his fairies with it. He didn’t want them interfering.
“Gah, my life is so miserable, I don’t know how I’d be able to bear it if it weren’t for you too,” said young Crocker, “Cosmo and Wanda!”
Norm grinned. He was right. Cosmo and Wanda did godparent Crocker as a kid!
A few minutes later, 70s Cosmo starting telling everyone that he was a fairy until 70s Wanda pulled him back in. Norm groaned. Once an idiot, always an idiot.
Norm GONGed up a tent for himself and put Cosmo, Wanda and Turner in a purposely cliché death trap (involving butterfly nets to trap the fairies as well) that would re-kill Turner by the time Norm awoke. He snuggled into his sleeping bag, wondering why Crocker had to be too young to bring in there with him in 1972.
Norm awoke to Crocker’s voice as he left his house giddily.
“Bye, Mother! Will I see you at the ‘Denzel Crocker Day’ ceremony?’ ”
Crocker’s mom engaged in a complex and boring explanation of why she wouldn’t be going. By the time that she was finished and had hopped into her Corvette and left, Crocker looked totally bummed.
Crocker walked down the street, to Dimmsdale Park and Norm followed him. On the way, Crocker did twenty-three selfless things that could have exposed his fairies, but didn’t end up doing so. 70s Cosmo announced his fairy identity in a few bawks, making it twenty-four. Norm groaned.
POOF!
Norm guessed Crocker had gone to City Hall and he GONGed there too. The Mayor wasn’t bald and was holding a big key, but Norm knew he was the same Mayor that Dimmsdale had in his own time.
“Fellow citizens, we are here to say ‘Thank you’ to Denzel Crocker!”
The crowd cheered.
“Oh, I couldn’t!” said Crocker, and then his fairies POOFed up a speech for him, “Now I could!”
70s Cosmo and Wanda then engaged in a conversation that Norm didn’t care about and wouldn’t remember if one asked him a few minutes after. At the end of the conversation, 70s Wanda had left and 70s Cosmo was trying to resist his stupidity impulse. Norm groaned. No human or fairy could resist that impulse.
Denzel started telling the crowd about how he was born in a log cabin ten years ago, to which Norm responded with a groan. It wasn’t the 1800s anymore, Crockpot!
Young Crocker then started talking about how he wanted a pony when he was four.
“Pony? Who wants a pony when you can-”
Norm GONGed a gag onto 70s Cosmo.
Young Crocker continued speaking. When he finished, the Mayor gave him the key to the city and the people cheered.
Norm grinned. Crocker was happy! He couldn’t wait to see how much better the future was!

Norm got on his Time Scooter and returned to 2003.
Dimmsdale looked great, even a bit better since Crocker’s mechanical aptitude had obviously been utilized in ways more productive than fairy hunting. A twelve year-old amateur football star walked around telling kids to be good and signing their footballs. Turner’s mom was holding hands with Sheldon while Turner’s dad growled Sheldon’s last name resentfully. Norm grinned. No Turner!
GONG!
Norm appeared at Crocker’s house. It wasn’t as rundown as it had been in that time period before. He was surprised to hear kids playing in the front yard. Didn’t Crocker hate kids and wasn’t he single (in the not-married sense, not the not-dating sense)?
Norm reminded himself that Crocker only was so mean because he had lost his fairy memories before it was time and that Waxelplax sure did look impressed by Crocker in 1972.
Norm GONGed into Crocker’s house. He heard noises from the bedroom. Norm felt envious – and he didn’t feel like watching.
Crocker and Waxelplax eventually left the bedroom. Norm was shocked. Crocker looked better now than he had the last time Norm had seen him that age.
“Who are you?” asked Crocker, “Would you like to stay with us?”
“I’m Norm Gene,” said Norm, “Stay with you, sure, but your kids sure are a racket.”
“Don’t insult my kids like that,” replied Crocker.
Well, he’s a hypocrite, Norm remarked to himself. Happy Nice Crocker was very different from Sad Hot and Cold Crocker.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” replied Norm.
Norm wondered what his life was like; now that Crocker was happy and married to the dame that Crocker wanted at the age of ten.
Norm GONGed up a genetic tracker and put some of his hair in. He was in Canada, near Niagara Falls. He groaned. He hated that place, Canada.
GONG!
Two people that looked like Turner’s parents, only more messed up and scraggy. The woman held Norm’s lamp and was wishing for three more wishes. Norm watched himself grant the wish. The other Norm looked as though he had lost all his hope a long time ago. Norm groaned. Was Turner actually helpful to him? Did Turner give him something to do, something to fight, something to hope for in their enmity?
He supposed that Turner had, though he was rather disgusted by the idea. The other Norm let off a few token sarcastic quips at them and Norm grinned. The other Norm still was sardonic.
“I wish we at a souvenir shop.”
GONG!
GONG!
They appeared at one and the other Norm’s master and her partner threatened the clerk and stole the pencils and other souvenirs.
Norm groaned. Crocker was happily married with kids, but he was the miserable slave of souvenir thieves in Canada.
Norm supposed he could go back to 1972 and make Crocker lose his fairies, but when he thought of how sad Crocker was, how much everyone had rejected him, and how, despite (or maybe because) of all that, Crocker had dated him, kissed him, fondled him and set him free. Anyway, Norm didn’t think he could ruin Shock Hot’s past just so he could live happily with him in the present. Maybe he could a few weeks ago, but now…
GONG!
Norm was surprised when the other Norm GONGed him into his lamp.
“What is it?” asked Norm, “since you’re me, I should know.”
“I’m you?” asked the other Norm, “that explains why we look identical.”
Norm looked around the other Norm’s lamp. Cosmo hadn’t given that Norm Da Rules. Overall, his lamp was a quite depressing place, but that was usual for it. Nevertheless, the other Norm looked hot, even though he was depressed. However, Norm concluded that making love with the other Norm might weird the other Norm out more than cheer him up.
“Your life is the pits, isn’t it?” asked Norm, “you’re in Canada and enslaved to souvenir thieves.”
“Yeah, especially the Canada part,” said the other Norm, “it’s like a refrigerator in winter and my lamp is cold and damp.”
Norm looked at the other Norm with empathy. He knew how that felt. Until Crocker had freed him, his life had been like that – except with less Canada.
“But, hey, there’s nothing I can do,” said the other Norm, trying to be flippant, “they’re the masters and I’m the slave. What can I do about it?”
Norm had started fondling the other Norm, just like Crocker had done for him, but more skillfully. Since the other Norm was still him, Norm figured it would respond the same way he did.
“Why are you touching me like that?” asked the other Norm in confusion, “I kinda like it, but still.”
“ ‘Cause you’re me and I liked it when Crocker did it to me. Yeah and you’re hot!”
“Who’s Crocker? And when you say I’m hot, you mean that you have a big ego and therefore think you’re hot (hey, I do too).”
“Crocker is complicated,” said Norm, “and of course we do and yeah, you actually are hot!”
The other Norm smiled.
“Thanks, man,” he said, “It kinda hurts my pride to admit this, but: I needed that.”
“Hey, I’m you after all,” said Norm, “It’s the least I can do.”
A mischievous glint shone in the other Norm’s eyes.
“Or maybe not…”

The other Norm’s masters, the Turnbaums, saw a ghost. It seemed to be the ghost of one of the original settlers of the area. Yet, it was saying it would destroy them if they didn’t set their genie free. The Turnbaums wondered how the ghost knew and why it cared, but they knew better than to risk getting destroyed by a ghost.
“I wish you were free.”
GONG!
GONG!
The other Norm was set free and Norm turned back into his genie form. They high-fived.
“Thanks me,” said the other Norm, “I guess two heads are better than one – even if they are both technically the same head.”
Norm grinned. He sure was cool! They had solved his moral dilemma – which Norm was shocked that he was ever capable of having – without sacrificing either his or Crocker’s happiness – though he still miss Crocker, he had to admit that this future was best for both of them and he was sure that if he wanted romance, he could find someone else.

Sequel to "No Love For Prisons"-Norm/Crocker ONESHOT

unknown20troper — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:52:48 GMT

Title: With You I Could Rule the World
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: Crocker persuades Norm to grant his wish to rule the world.
Notes: Sequel to No Love For Prisons. ONESHOT. Constructive criticism welcomed, particularly on characterization, though it can be on anything else that I might be doing wrong.

With You I Could Rule the World
“Norm,” protested Crocker, “I’ve kissed you more than a thousand times and you still won’t grant my wish to rule the world.”
“I’ve explained to you more than a thousand times that ruling the world is a stupid idea,” replied Norm, feeling annoyed, “And more than a thousand kisses in quick succession doesn’t feel as good as you think it does. Actually, it really begins to get boring.”
“Your problems with it are: one, you don’t like slavery and two, ruling the world causes the common people to attempt to murder me,” said Crocker.
“Yeah,” replied Norm in confusion.
“So, I’ll not enslave anybody and if the common people try to murder me, you can save me,” said Crocker, “and you get a share of the power. Happy?”
“That does seem to sort out the bugs in it,” replied Norm, “I can admit that.”
GONG!
Crocker and Norm were now in a palace, with lots of shrimp. Dimmsdale’s name was changed to Crocker and Normsdale, since Crocker couldn’t use the original name he wanted, Slavesdale. Various servants were in the palace too (Norm wouldn’t allow slaves, but servants were different, though Crocker did plan on using them as slaves.)
“So what will your first decree be?” Asked Norm, then half-sarcastically, “Your Majesty.”
“That no one can kick us out of any place or laugh and jeer at us again,” said Crocker, “the ruler, me, can marry anyone he likes, regardless of gender or race.”
Norm grinned. He knew what that decree was for.
“Slavery will be illegal,” continued Norm, “if I’m also ruling, I get to make laws too. If you made me a ruler just ‘cause you like my kissing, sorry but I’ll actually be one. Anyone who steals the ring you gave me will be sent to Mars – forever. People won’t be allowed to have a genie unless they pass an IQ test and promise to set the genie free as soon as they’re done using it. If slavery is disguised under a different name, like say ‘servant’, the offender will be sent to Mars.”
Crocker gulped. How had Norm found out? Ah well, he guessed he had to not do that after all.
The common people meanwhile watched the rulers and worried that they would be bad ones. Some of them went off to get their torches and pitchforks, just as Crocker said that angry mobs with torches and pitchforks would be outlawed.
Crocker then outlawed any religion that believed in the non-existence of fairies. He also outlawed any religions that persecuted you if you believed in different mystical beings other than those that the religion worshipped. Crocker hated being persecuted for his belief in fairies. Then, the people were more furious than before.
Crocker then outlawed Norm dating anyone but him.
“Crockpot,” said Norm, “I know you have jealously issues but making a law ‘cause of them is just ridiculous. Remove that law, right now or you’ll be seriously dumped. Got it?”
Crocker did so reluctantly.
All these events took twelve minutes and at the end of those twelve minutes, the common people put Crocker under guillotine.
“Crockpot, this is why I told you not to rule the world,” nagged Norm, “I told you that you could get killed, but guess what – you didn’t listen to me! Now, guess what – you’re getting killed!”
“Didn’t you say you’d save me?”
“Oh yes,” said Norm, “So, here goes!”
GONG!
Crocker and Norm’s either utopia or dystopia disappeared and they reappeared at Crocker’s house.
“That’s why you don’t wish to rule the world,” said Norm, feeling both satisfied and annoyed. Crocker always made him feel that way.
“I know,” replied Crocker, “kiss?”
“Sure,” said Norm, kissing him, “just don’t be possessive.”

Sequel to "Exposing Magic"-Norm/Crocker ONESHOT

unknown20troper — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:05:27 GMT

Title: No Love For Prisons
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: Crocker makes a wish that Norm doesn't like and Norm practically dumps him. If Crocker wants Norm back, he'll have to prove that he loves him and doesn't want to exploit him.
Notes: Sequel to Exposing Magic. ONESHOT. Constructive criticism welcomed, particularly on characterization.

No Love For Prisons

“Norm!” called Crocker, “I’ve got a wish for you to grant.”

GONG!

Norm appeared, feeling quite grouchy. Crocker had interrupted his sleep.

“What is it, Crockpot?”

Which was why he called Crocker, Crockpot instead of Shock Hot.

“First, I wish had three more wishes,” said Crocker, “Then, I wish I ruled the world and everyone was enslaved to me.”

GONG!

“Three more wishes, sure,” said Norm, “But I don’t like your last one. One: Ruling the world always fails because the common people rebel (I can’t blame them for that. Dictators aren’t pleasant rulers, I should know–I met millions of them.) Two: I kinda have issues with slavery.”

Norm gestured to his lava lamp.
Crocker remembered how Norm set the fairy free at the Fairy Café. Norm definitely seemed not to like slavery. Crocker wondered if Norm would reject him for this. Ruling the world and having millions of people as slaves was Crocker’s lifelong dream ever since he starting getting rejected regularly.

“Yeah, I don’t like most humans,” continued Norm, “But, you enslaving them all would probably tap in bad psychological issues I don’t want to revisit – and it’ll make me fear that you’ll do that to me and I’ll just become another toy to you, another tool to use for your own ends.”

Crocker was surprised that Norm would think that. He thought Norm liked him, loved him, thought him handsome and trusted him. Apparently, he didn’t do two out of three. Crocker tried to kiss and fondle Norm, but Norm refused his touch.

“Ya just want me because I’m a good date, a good kisser, a good stress ball and am capable of granting your wishes. Am I right?”

“No,” protested Crocker, “You are not right.”

“Well then,” said Norm, “Why don’t you prove it to me? All I see is a human that is mean to me and likes to use me for their own ends.”

Crocker felt like protesting how untrue that was, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Norm just seemed bound to think of him as exploitive and mean, regardless of what he did. Crocker considered buying Norm a present, but what could you get someone who could get whatever they wanted in a snap of their fingers?

“Remember what’ll happen to you if you reject me,” said Crocker.

“Now, you’re threatening me,” said Norm sardonically, “How sweet. At loose ends because you can’t think of a present that I can’t GONG up myself? You know, it’s possible to make me something yourself.”

Crocker thought of how he made all that fairy-hunting equipment. Maybe he could use his skills with mechanics and electronics to design a gift for Norm. But, what would Norm want?

Norm gazed at him. Crocker wondered if he was imagining the sadness in the genie’s eyes. Norm did want him; they were just having a spat, Crocker reminded himself.

Norm felt irritated by Crocker’s exploitive meanness, yet somehow Norm felt sad. Norm told himself that it was crazy that he was sad over Crocker. Still, he did feel something. And Crocker’s threat of being in trouble if he rejected him certainly convinced that not rejecting Crocker would be a good idea. However, again, it also was evidence of exploitive meanness.

Crocker went into the Crocker Cave and looked at all his fairy hunting stuff. None of it looked like a good gift for Norm, a gift that said, “I actually care about you and don’t want to exploit you. I’m sorry.”

Norm would never call him a Shock Hot again, never kiss him, and never date him if he couldn’t think of a good gift. Crocker would be rejected again, just like he was since he was ten. Crocker knew Norm wanted his freedom, but he didn’t want to give him up just yet.

Crocker heard the bell ring. It was time for him to teach children and be mean to them (the latter being his own choice.) He left the Crocker Cave and went into the classroom.

The children looked at Crocker in confusion. He looked kinda sad, not sadistic like usual.

“EVERYONE F!” yelled Crocker, “I FEEL TOO DEPRESSED TO ACTUALLY LOOK AT YOUR WORK BEFORE I MARK IT AND YOU DO ALL GET Fs ANYWAY!”

Norm groaned. Get into a spat with a guy one time and he goes to Emoville.

“How ‘bout I teach then?” asked Norm, “You need a break.”

Crocker was thrilled. He didn’t have to be in the same room as the little brats and Norm showed signs of still liking him.

Then, Crocker remembered how he theorized that there was a love fairy. Maybe he could ask him for help. Luckily, Crocker had a Fairy World portal in the Crocker Cave. He dropped down in the Crocker Cave and went through the portal.

“Where’s the fairy of love?”

“What?” teased a fairy, “Having problems getting laid?”

Crocker was infuriated. Fairies, humans, they were all the same. Then, he thought of Norm. After he and Crocker had defeated Turner, he had dated him, kissed him, fondled him and called him Shock Hot. He was here for Norm and he wouldn’t let any taunts stop him.

Fairy World amazed Crocker. The Fairy Café was only a sliver of its wonders.

“Cupid!” called Crocker, saying the name of the first love deity that came to mind, “I need your help!”

LOVE POOF!

“What is it?” asked the fairy that appeared, “Is someone having love difficulties?”

“Yes, I love my genie, Norm, but he thinks I only want to exploit him,” said Crocker, “How do I convince him otherwise?”

“The Fairy Dating Game? A personalized gift? One of my Love Arrows?”

“Norm did seem to ask me for a personalized gift,” said Crocker, “But what?”

“Genies hate smoof,” said Cupid, “Maybe, you could make him something smoof-resistant.”

“If he can resist smoof, he’ll be free and I’ll lose him forever,” said Crocker, “I’ll never get anymore kisses or dates or fondling. I’ll never have anyone who finds me surprisingly handsome.”

Cupid sort of felt sorry for Denzel. He didn’t know Denzel could be that sensitive.

“Denzel, if Norm decides he doesn’t want you, I’ll set you up with Waxelplax.”

Crocker wasn’t sure if he wanted Waxelplax anymore, but considering his problem with her was how she always rejected him, Cupid using his magic to set him up with her would solve all his problems with her.

“You have a deal,” said Crocker.

“Here are some magical device parts,” said Cupid, “You might need them.”

Crocker was LOVE POOFed back into the Crocker Cave with the parts. He examined them and starting putting them all together. After a while, Crocker had built a beautiful ring that helped the wearer resist smoof. He left the Crocker Cave and went to see Norm, who was teaching the class magic instead of math. Not that they’d be able to use it.

“Norm, I have a gift for you,” said Crocker, showing Norm the ring.

“A ring? Are we getting engaged or something?”

“No, though if you wanted to, we could be,” replied Crocker, “The wearer of this ring is capable of resisting smoof.”

Norm smiled and put it on. Crocker didn’t want to exploit him and was willing to give up control of him for love.

“You know, I don’t have to grant your wishes anymore,” said Norm, kissing Crocker, “But ya wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?”

“What’s ruling the world worth if I don’t have you there too?” flirted Crocker, “And I’m sure you’d grant my wishes anyway?”

“You’ve gotta kiss me for them though,” teased Norm, “Now, I’m resistant to smoof, I won’t grant just anyone’s wishes, will I?”

“That’s a fair trade,” agreed Crocker, “I want kisses from you too, you know.”

“I know,” replied Norm, kissing him again.

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Are any Norm the Genie/FOP canon character fanfics that weren't written by me?

unknown20troper — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 01:08:43 GMT

Are any Norm the Genie/FOP canon character fanfics that weren't written by me?

I already know of one, Three Wishes by Dagger (Norm/Jorgen, rating: NC-17), which is posted in the GreyLAW database, and on AFF.Net. I read it, and it was awesome.

So, are me, and Dagger the only people that pair Norm with canon characters?

Also, is there any good Norm fic on AFF.Net (other than the fic I mentioned)?

EDIT: Three Wishes is the only Norm fic on AFF.Net, other than one largely het one that the community probably doesn't care about.

Linking to me to fan art is great too, though if it's on Deviantart, I've probably seen it.

EDIT: I checked everywhere, and me, and Dagger are apparently amazingly unique individuals. There are no other Norm the Genie/FOP canon character fanfics. Being the only ones that came up with such an idea is great for the ego, but it's also ... annoying that there are no others, since I want Norm-the-Genie/FOP-canon-character-fanfics-not-written-by-me-that-I-haven't-read-yet, dang it!

Also, Dagger, I really want you to update. Not that I'm egoistical enough to think you'd be reading this, but, you never know...

EDIT: Here's a link to a previous post on FOPslash about Three Wishes by Dagger. The post was by korin12law. Link:

FOPslash: Jorgen/Norm

EDIT: I've found another Norm/FOP canon character fic that I didn't write. It's Nightmare Into Freedom by blackstarlight17. The pairing is Norm/Sanderson, and its a rape fic. The rating is R or NC-17.

EDIT: Here's another:

Genie in a Bottle by PorcelainDoll304

(Norm/Chip, rating: R) - and totally awesome!

Sequel to "Obsession Redirection"-Norm/Crocker ONESHOT

unknown20troper — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 10:37:06 GMT

Title: Exposing Magic
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: Crocker decides to expose the fairy he caught to Dimmsdale University.
Notes: Sequel to Obsession Redirection. ONESHOT. Constructive criticism welcomed, particularly on characterization.

Exposing Magic
Crocker was shocked to wake up on a blue couch. He gazed around in confusion. The purple walls did resemble Norm’s lava lamp. Oh, right. He had dated Norm at the Gilded Lily and the Fairy Café. Norm had obviously decided to put Crocker in his own lamp, instead of taking Crocker back to his house. Crocker wondered why.
Crocker remembered that he had captured a fairy the previous day and that he was going to expose it before he got sidetracked by his date with Norm. Speaking of Norm, where was the genie anyway?
“Hey, Crockpot!” came a voice from outside the lamp.
“Norm?” asked Crocker, “Where are you?”
“Out here!” said Norm playfully.
Crocker felt exasperated. That genie! That handsome genie!
“Norm,” growled Crocker, “I wish I had three more wishes, then I wish I was at the Dimmsdale University and the fairy we caught was with me.”
GONG!
Crocker got three more wishes.
“Alright, back to I’m-the-master-you’re-the-genie-I-control-you mode, is it?” asked Norm in annoyance, “I’m not granting it. Ya own a car, you know.”
“You have to grant it,” said Crocker, “I’m the master, you are the genie. You have to grant all my wishes.”
“Oh, that infallible argument,” drawled Norm in reply, “Do ya actually think I like granting your wishes?”
“You think I’m surprisingly handsome,” said Crocker, “I won’t ever date you again if you don’t grant my wish right this exact second!”

Norm groaned. Crocker definitely wasn’t a morning person.
“Alright, alright, fine,” said Norm, “I’ll grant your wish. With one condition?”
“What?”
“Can I come with ya?”

Crocker was thrilled. Norm wanted to come with him to see him expose fairies to the WORLD! Crocker hoped Norm wouldn’t reject him for it, like Geraldine Waxelplax did twenty years ago. Then Crocker reminded himself:
. Norm had helped him capture the fairy in the first place.
. Norm was a genie.
. Norm found him to be surprisingly handsome.
. Norm dated him twice.
. Norm enjoyed kissing him.
Considering those factors, Crocker now felt sure Norm wouldn’t reject him. However, Crocker still wasn’t completely sure if he wouldn’t. There were reasons that Norm would reject him:
. Norm found Crocker crazy.
. Norm didn’t like it when Crocker tried to control him.
. Norm did not consider Crocker gropable.
. Millions of people had jeered at him last time.
. Nice wasn’t Norm’s default setting.
“Sure,” said Crocker, “But if you reject me, you are in trouble!”
“Crockpot,” said Norm bitterly, “If I rejected you, I wouldn’t be able to go to anymore restaurants with ya, I’d just be considered an extension of my lava lamp, a monkey’s paw. Do ya think I’d ever be stupid enough to do that?”
Crocker was shocked. Norm seemed to think that rejecting him would be a stupid idea. Oh sure, it was because Norm was concerned only about himself, but Crocker could ignore that. Finally, someone wanted him enough to selfishly decide rejecting him would be a bad idea. Which actually was kinda nice.
GONG!
Norm and Crocker appeared at Dimmsdale University, with the fairy in a butterfly net cage. Norm was in human form and Crocker was GONGed back into his clothes.
“Here’s a hint, Crocker,” whispered Norm, “Don’t spazz.”
“Norm, I can’t control my spazzing,” protested Crocker, “It always happens when I say FAIRY or GODPARENT!”
“Well,” said Norm, “How ‘bout I present it then?”
“No, Norm,” said Crocker, “I want to be famous for discovering FAIRY GODPARENTS!”
Norm groaned.
“Alright then,” said Norm, “I’ll credit ya for discovering them and say I helped ya and that you chose me to speak. Trust me, I’m great at this!”
“Fine,” said Crocker.

While they walked through the hallways, Crocker was met with jeers and Norm was met with requests to get into his pants, except praised more politely. Norm longed to act on a few of them, but knew what the consequences would be if he did.
They entered the auditorium.
Norm and Crocker went onto the stage, Norm did so confidently; Crocker, nervously. Crocker remembered the last time he was on that stage, and gulped.
“Where’s the dang audience?” asked Norm impatiently.
Crocker remembered how Norm had said he was a losing-his-patience-kind of genie. Crocker felt perfectly fine with there being no audience.

Jorgen was spying on Crocker from Fairy World. Ever since, Crocker had killed Timmy Tiberius Turner, a quizillion-time savior of Fairy World, Jorgen had spying on him. Or rather, ever since the previous day.
Jorgen knew Crocker was going to expose fairy-kind to humans. He couldn’t let that happen. He watched as an audience gathered in the auditorium. The man accompanying Crocker, which he sensed to be a genie, starting talking.

“Welcome, welcome,” said Norm, “Me and my colleague Mr. Denzel Crocker have discovered something so awesome, something you’ll never believe! Fairy godparents!”
He gestured to the butterfly net cage.
Some the people in the audience, people that were there the last time Crocker tried to expose fairy godparents began to laugh and jeer.
“Not again!”
“No way! Everyone knows fairies don’t exist!”
“That loser Crockpot is at it again!”
“How’d he get you to help? Who’d want to help Crocker?”

Jorgen felt relieved the people didn’t take Norm seriously. Fairies might not be exposed after all.

Norm felt irritated and embarrassed. The female genies would never want to date him after this.
Norm was shocked when Crocker started to fondle him, saying, “There, there, Norm. I’m sorry.”
Crocker’s touch felt pleasant compared to the laughter and jeers. Some other people started jeering at them and Norm felt like hitting them with a wrecking ball. However, he decided to pay attention to Crocker’s touch instead.
It was wonderful. Norm was shocked by how much care Crocker was putting into it. He guessed that Crocker was reminded of those fiddle toy things and had decided that fondling Norm would relieve his stress.
The jeering changed its subject from the non-existence of fairies to what gender Norm and Crocker liked to have in bed with them. Norm bristled. If the female genies heard that…

Crocker felt embarrassed. Waxelplax was in the crowd. He still half-liked her and after all the jeering, she wouldn’t want him anymore. Then Crocker reminded himself of his dates with Norm. Norm still would and Norm actually slightly liked him.
“They don’t deserve to know about fairies anyway,” muttered Crocker bitterly, “I can use the fairy and Norm to rule the world. Then they’ll see!”
“When ya rule the world will you still want me?” asked Norm bitterly, thinking of what most masters were like, and how Crocker was previously and kinda was still, “Or will ya command people to date, kiss and grope you?”
Crocker grinned. Norm hadn’t rejected him. In fact, Norm had done the very opposite. Norm hadn’t wanted Crocker to reject him.
“Maybe,” said Crocker, “But don’t worry. You will get plenty of use too.”
Norm kissed Crocker. The embarrassment couldn’t get any worse, could it?
Norm closed his eyes from the intensity of the kiss. Crocker had gotten even better at kissing–and more passionate too! Well, it was an emotional situation.

Norm GONGed them back to Fairy Café. They could date again.
Various female fairies crowded around the butterfly net cage containing the fairy. They gushed over it like crazy. Norm clicked a switch on the cage, setting the fairy free. Oh sure, Crocker would be upset, but, truth was, Norm knew how the fairy felt in there.
Norm laughed. Maybe he was going soft.
Crocker didn’t need the fairy anyway. Norm could grant any of his heart’s desires. He just needed to wish for them.

Crocker smiled, unconcerned by the loss of the fairy. He didn’t need it anyway, and he had seen very clearly what Norm felt about cages. However, he didn’t feel secure enough in Norm’s desire for him to set him free yet.
Norm was amazed that Crocker didn’t care about the loss of the fairy. Earlier, Crocker would have freaked out. Now, Crocker was gazing partly at Norm and partly at the fairy restaurant, asking both Norm and the fairies’ questions.
Sure Crocker would be annoying when he spazzed and used his wishes to exploit Norm, but moments like this were rare for him. He wanted to treasure it, not worry about being exploited or spazzed at.
“Norm,” said Crocker, “I’ll be making wishes tomorrow. Is that fine with you?”
“If they involve dating or kissing me, yes,” flirted Norm.
“I don’t need to wish for that,” replied Crocker, “Do you want a palace and shrimp?”
“Yep,” said Norm, “That’d be cool.”
“Thanks, Norm,” said Crocker.
“Don’t say it,” said Norm, “Kiss me!”
“Sure,” said Crocker, kissing Norm.

Sing Us A Song For Me [3/3]

blackeyedwicca — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 11:55:04 GMT

Title: Sing Us A Song For Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Timmy Turner/Chip Skylark
Chapter: 3/3
Summary: Timmy has to deal with Chip's feelings.
Beta: No one on my f-list was too keen, lol. So any mistakes? My bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with the show. I’m just having some fun because I put my slash-goggles on.
A/N: Sorry this took a while but I was on holiday's and just got around to giving it a quick read over and posting. I hope you enjoy it though ^^

Part 1 -~- Part 2

--

When he entered the room he found Chip lounging on the couch and flicking through channels on the TV. Everything about him seemed fine, but Timmy knew better, he’d seen Chip in enough interviews to know when he was projecting what he felt. He was nervous as hell - Timmy could relate.

Walking over to the other, he had barely reached the couch when Chip turned to him and gave him a small smile before turning off the TV. He took the drink when it was offered, but he didn’t open it, just held it tightly.

“So, what happened?” He asked, sounding a little too casual.

Timmy had to hold in the urge to sigh. He would have loved to have his Godparents masquerading as something in the room right now. He could really use a time-stopping watch so he could be a bit more prepared - since they didn’t seem to be interested in helping him however, he’d just have to go with his first plan.

Focusing on his unopened drink, Timmy said, “A guy I know has a, uh, thing for me. A, you know,” he waved his hand vaguely, “gay thing.”

Chip was silent for a long moment and when he replied, his voice was much quieter than Timmy was used to, “What do you think about it?”

Running a hand through his hair, Timmy answered honestly, “I have no idea. This… friend of mine told me I should figure out what I felt first before dealing with him.” He gave a sardonic smile. “Real nice of her to tell me that before shoving me at him too, I’ll have to thank her for that when I next see her.”

“What happened when you s-saw him?”

Turning to look at Chip when he heard the other’s voice catch, Timmy felt his stomach twist at the look on Chips face. It was eerily similar to the plain terror on his face when he found out he was disappointing his fans. It was the look he had right before he strung himself out to the point of wasting away. Timmy felt himself start to panic and he reached out and touched Chip’s shoulder on instinct as he asked worriedly, “Chip?”

For a second, Chip’s face turned completely blank as his eyes flicked to Timmy’s and refused to drop his eyes. Timmy swallowed at the intense gaze, and just before Chip looked away, Timmy registered the feeling of a few butterflies starting to flap in his stomach. The same feeling he had got around Trixie for years.

He snatched his hand away and moved it to open his drink somewhat shakily; this was not good.

Taking a long gulp, he hoped to swallow some confidence with it, but Chip’s next words shattered that thought. “You like this guy too, don’t you?”

Timmy looked up at him with stunned and nervous eyes, his mouth falling open. Chip noticed and an amused smile briefly touched his lips before it faded and he was speaking again. “You have that look you always do when talking about the latest girl you like.”

He smiled and Timmy’s stomach turned at how fake, it was - and for just a second, he wondered how he knew that so definitely. “I don’t mind if you like a guy, Timmy. It’s completely fine, especially since you know he likes you too. Have you told him yet?”

Timmy’s mind was going a hundred miles an hour. He liked Chip? He liked a guy, who was his best friend and Chip Skylark. Chip, who was in his twenties and sitting in front of him looking like Timmy was stomping repetitively on his heart. He liked Chip Skylark back.

Putting his head in his hand, Timmy couldn’t help wondering how even the parts of his life without a magical influence could be so complicated, screwed up and confusing.

“Timmy?” He felt Chip’s hand on his shoulder and he knew if he looked up Chip’s face would be nothing but concern.

Putting down his drink he quickly stood up. “I’ll be back. Just. Give me a second.”

Not waiting for a reply, Timmy hurried out of the room and back into the kitchen. “Wanda.” He hissed.

She quickly appeared in front of him with Cosmo beside her. Timmy was instantly enveloped in a hug by Cosmo as tears streamed down his face. Timmy looked between the fairy and Wanda in confused concern.

Wanda sighed. “He’s upset that you’re finally growing up and finding someone to spend eternity with.”

Patting Cosmo’s back lightly, he swallowed before nervously asking, “You think I like him?”

“Timmy…” Wanda shook her head before coming over and prying Cosmo off him. “It only matters about what you think, and what you feel.” She narrowed her eyes. “And no wishing. You have to know it in your heart.”

Timmy glanced away and towards the lounge room. “I…” he hesitated, but he knew it wouldn’t change the truth that was reverberating around his head. “I do. I… shit. I like him too.”

“They grow up so fast!” Cosmo wailed, only to be shushed by Wanda.

She gave him a pointed look. “Now go talk to him. No running away this time.”

Timmy clenched his fists and watched them go before he started to pace. He only managed it a few times before he decided to just deal with it head-on. He had enough practise and screwed up and awkward circumstances, this would just be another one.

Walking determinedly out into the lounge, he made his way to the couch and sat on the edge, his feet on the cushion as his eyes focused on Chip. “How illegal is it for you to be in love with me?”

The second it registered, Chips eyes widened and his face quickly became frozen in a horrified and shocked expression.

“I… I, uh.”

Timmy held down a wince as fear and guilty took over Chip’s face. “Chip-”

He cut himself off though when Chip suddenly stood up and took a few steps away from the couch.

“W-What are you talking about?” He asked nervously, eyes darting around the room as he tried to edge to the door. They both knew he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Timmy’s teeth clenched slightly and he jumped off the couch, standing in Chips pathway. Chip looked like a deer in the headlights, but Timmy was just over the whole situation. Years of magical fairy Godparents had taught him how to adapt, as well as drilled in the habit of cutting through the bullshit to get to the important parts. While he might not be up to initiating a kiss with Chip just yet, the least he could do was tell him the truth.

“You’re the guy I was talking about, Chip.” Despite his worry Chip was about to faint, he pushed on, his own voice getting a little nervous. “And really, no high school kid would ever voluntarily show gay tendencies. Why else do you think I got rid of the pink? Although that probably should have helped me figure out I could like guys considering all the ramifications of the colour and-”

“Timmy,” Chip cut in, shaking his head. “We… we can’t be talking about this.”

Timmy scowled, worry fading. “I just accepted, dealt with and acknowledged I like another guy. Do you have any idea how many awards I should be getting for this at my age?”

When Chip winced, Timmy had to replay his response through his head a good five times before he realised what the problem was. “It’s probably going to take until I’m legal for us to even get past all this weirdness anyway, so relax.”

“Timmy, that doesn’t matter.” Chip ran a hand through his hair. “People are already suspicious as it is.”

“No one will find out. No one has to know about anything.” Cosmo and Wanda would put a stop to that, but… “We don’t even have to do anything. Just let it lie.”

Chip was suddenly in front of him, a hand hesitating over his shoulder. “No. I… unless you don’t want to then we won’t but. I’m not.” He dropped his hand. “I want you to be okay with this, more than anything, and shit.” Timmy’s eyes widened at the other swearing - he usually didn’t. “This is so screwed up that I’m encouraging this. You’re just a kid and I shouldn’t be…”

“Oh please,” Timmy cut in. “You were my age when you started your music career. Not to mention this friendship, our lives have never been anything but screwed up. I wouldn’t be surprised if some people weren’t expecting this outcome.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

Chip still looked worried and uncomfortable, a hand tugging nervously at his hair. Timmy didn’t know what else to do but wrap his arms around Chip and hug him.

It took a few moments before Chip relaxed, a hand going around Timmy’s waist as the other threaded through Timmy’s hair. He sighed. “This is… I never thought it would be real.”

Turning his head so his cheek was pressed against Chip’s chest, he smiled slightly at Cosmo and Wanda who were hugging each other and grinning sappily at them from inside a painting.

“It’s always the unimaginable things that make life incredible.” He turned away from his Godparents to press his face in Chip’s chest. He’s always liked his scent, and he could at least internally admit that now.

Chip soon smiled - Timmy could tell - and tightened his hold. Timmy didn’t say anything and simply shifted slightly to get more comfortable. He soon heard Chip humming under his breath. It wasn’t a song Timmy knew, and he had a feeling it wasn’t one Chip knew yet either. Timmy couldn’t help his smile as a warm feeling formed inside him.

He knew that was what would one day be a song about him, about them and just for them. It would be a happy one this time - and Timmy would be looking forward to the day Chip would sing it for him.

--

Yes, yes, I know - no kissing. I just thought it felt better without it. *shrugs*

Sequel to "Spazzing at the Gilded Lily"-Norm/Crocker ONESHOT

unknown20troper — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:37:02 GMT

Title: Obsession Redirection
Author: unknown20troper
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly OddParents.
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: Norm and Crocker are at a fairy restaurant. Crocker is interested in fairy culinary practices. Norm isn't. Norm wants Crocker to be interested in him instead of culinary practices.
Notes: Sequel to Spazzing at the Gilded Lily. ONESHOT

Obsession Redirection
Crocker was fascinated with the Fairy Café. He constantly asked questions about every aspect of Fairy dining. He found out that Fairy dining was practically identical to human dining, except for times when magic aided or hindered the process. For example, since magical creatures did not need to breathe, they never had to worry about choking on their food.
Norm didn’t get what the big deal was for Crocker. Fairy dining, human dining, they were all the practically the same to him. He had lived fifty thousand years and had learned enough about the eating behavior of sapient (yeah right) species, magical or not to satisfy any curiosity he ever could have had about it.
However, he was glad to be served food for once, instead of serving it to masters that think it’s the best thing since sliced bread, which it is in the literal sense, more often than not.
And maybe if he pretended hard enough, he could convince himself that Crocker was a genie dame interested in him, not a human man interested in Fairies and their culinary practices. Alright, who needed pretending when you were a magical, swinging, awesome in every way genie? He could turn this Crockpot into a Shock Hot.
GONG!
Crocker turned into a blonde genie dame, dressed in a pink outfit that showed skin and a pink veil. Norm sighed happily. He finally had Jeanie from I Dream of Jeanie in the same room as him. Kinda. Norm had cast an illusion on Crocker to make him look and sound like her and redirected Crocker’s Fairy obsession into a get-into-Norm’s-tail one.
“NORM! THE MAGICAL, SWINGING GENIE HE’S IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME!” spazzed Crocker.
Norm felt happy that Crocker was redirecting his obsessive nature onto something worth it–him!
“Well, I’m glad that ya aren’t in another room too,” said Norm sardonically, “I like dating you in this one. Though I’d be just as happy as we were both in… hmmm … a room that starts with B.”
“The ballroom? The bathroom? The boathouse?”
“The first two could work,” said Norm, “but the boathouse isn’t even a room, Shock Hot. And it is not a good place for dating or coupling. It is said though, that you are only truly Canadian if you know how to couple in a canoe. Well, I don’t feel like being ‘truly Canadian.’ Number one: I don’t live there. Number two: I don’t want to live there.”
Crocker preferred being called Shock Hot to Crockpot. “Hot” was a slang term for beautiful or handsome and “shock” did mean surprise, though some of its meanings weren’t positive. Therefore, he was surprisingly handsome or shockingly hot, according to Norm. No one else had said that ever about him. He felt shockingly endeared to toward Norm and his new obsession with him increased by 2x.
Crocker was shocked to see his lips were so close to Norm’s. His lips never were that close to anyone, male or female (at least without them protesting.) Norm wasn’t protesting, in fact he seemed to like the closeness.
Norm kissed Crocker. He clearly had fifty thousand years of experience, which contrasted weirdly with Crocker’s have-ya-even-talked-to-a-girl? experience level. Yet, it was a good kiss.
“I NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D EVER KISS ME!” spazzed Crocker, “NO ONE EVER DID THAT BEFORE!”
“And why hasn’t anyone ever kissed such a lovely lady?” asked Norm, knowing exactly why but acting the part of the cliché in Harlequin novels in a sarcastically cliché way, then reverted back to his NORMal slangy type of speech, “hey, do ya want another?”
“Sure,” said Crocker.
They kissed again. The previous kiss had obviously given Crocker more experience for this one and Norm was turned on even more than he was the previous time. Norm didn’t feel like groping Crocker yet though. Crocker’s body would still not feel feminine or sexy, would it?
GONG!
Norm magically straightened Crocker’s back from under the illusion and moved the ear off his neck. Now, Crocker would at least feel sexy, if not feminine.
Crocker was shocked by how his back felt better and his ear didn’t seem to be on his neck. He remembered Norm’s rude comment on it. Norm had fixed his appearance for him. Norm had helped him a lot. He felt like thanking Norm–with a kiss.
Norm felt relieved that Crocker had begun the kiss this time. He was feeling too confused and exhausted to start anything like that himself. Crocker, who had exploited him and annoyed him, had somehow managed to attract him, made him want to kiss him. Norm had thought that only sexy dames could attract him. He supposed that he should have considered expanding his field of romantic interests before. He had just never considered Crocker to be a candidate for it. Yet, somehow Crocker was.
Crocker leaned in for another kiss. Norm decided to grope him this time. That was why he had got the physical fix-up for Crocker in the first place. Even with the physical fix-up, Crocker still wasn’t good groping material. Just good for kissing and dating.
Crocker felt thrilled at Norm touching him like that. He felt like touching Norm himself.
Norm smiled as Crocker begun to touch him, staying above the waist in general, yet sometimes nearing his tail in a suggestive way. Crocker wasn’t the best at it, but he had learned something from Norm’s actions.
Crocker was getting tired. Spazzing Fairy hunting mortal humans did need their sleep, especially after having two dates with an immortal magical, swinging genie that didn’t really need it. Norm got enough sleep in his lava lamp.
He resignedly GONGed Crocker back into a Fairy-obsessed man.
“FAIRIES! NORM! FAIRIES! NORM!”
Norm was surprised that Crocker still spazzed his name, even after he had removed the magic. Maybe he could convince Crocker to set him free sometime. Not now. He still wanted to date him a few more times.

Norm/Crocker fic

unknown20troper — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:28:46 GMT

I'm unknown20troper. I'm a multi-shipper, which means I like any pairing, though some have less appeal than others.

Title: Spazzing at the Gilded Lily
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: AU
Pairing: Norm/Crocker
Summary: Back to the Norm AU, inspired by Bad Heir Day. Norm and Crocker manage to kill Turner and Crocker decides to celebrate at the Gilded Lily with Norm.
Notes: Story won't make sense unless you've watched both the eps mentioned.

Spazzing at the Gilded Lily by unknown20troper

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.
Author’s Note: On the Clichés thread, by Avoided Plots/Pairings, I meant Plots/Pairings that Don’t Exist But Should Exist. Sorry for the confusion! Constructive criticism is welcomed with open arms. If anyone is out of character, please tell me.
Pairing: Norm/Crocker

Crockpot rushed for Turner’s dying body, trying to catch his fairies before they were recalled to Fairy World. Norm groaned. That would never work. Crockpot would never be able to pry Turner’s godparents from his cold, non-living hands.
A Fairy Taxi came, taking the fairies.

Crocker looked in despair upon the taxi, frustrated that he had lost his chance at catching Turner’s fairies and gaining fame, fortune and power for exposing them. However, he was relieved that Turner was finally dead.

Norm didn’t care about catching the fairies. Turner, the human he hated beyond all others, was finally dead. He felt like celebrating.
“Turner is dead! My plans succeeded,” said Crockpot, “but you didn’t catch his FAIRY GODPARENTS!”
“I was supposed to catch them?” asked Norm in confusion, “If I was, you should have wished for it. I wouldn’t decide to do that on my own initiative, you know! I only wanted Turner to die! He dies; I don’t do anything for you until you wish for me to do something else for you! Got it?”
“Don’t worry, buddy, old pal,” said Crockpot, “I’ve got plenty more plans, to use to catch other fairies.”
Norm groaned. Crockpot had completely missed the point! Well, he was a Crockpot.
“How about ya just wish for fame and fortune?”
“No!” yelled Crockpot, “I must catch a fairy godparent!”
“How about ya wish to catch one?”

“Good idea, buddy,” said Crocker, finally realizing Norm’s ideas might have merit, “I wish I caught a fairy godparent.”
GONG!
A butterfly net appeared in Crocker’s hands and a sexy Latin fairy appeared in front of it. Crocker swung the net, capturing the fairy.
“I finally caught a FAIRY GODPARENT!”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Norm, “I know. What will you catch next? Pur?”
“There, there, Norm,” said Crocker, “I have something that might cheer you up.”

Norm wondered what Crocker meant by that. Crocker’s definition of “cheer you up” was probably very different from anyone else’s. Norm also noticed that Crocker ran hot and cold with him. Being mean, then calling him sweet names and trying to reassure him.
“What do you mean ‘cheer me up?’ ”
“We are going to celebrate Turner’s defeat and finally capturing a FAIRY GODPARENT by going to The Gilded Lily and ordering a table for two–you and me!”
Norm was shocked. Crocker had to be using him–there was no way Crocker really cared about him that much. No human ever did and Crocker didn’t seem like the one to start.
“Crockpot, are ya serious?” asked Norm, “I expected something worse.”
“Yes, buddy,” said Crocker, “I am serious. I never had a chance to do this before.”
GONG!
Norm and Crocker appeared at The Gilded Lily. Norm had turned his tail into legs.
They entered the restaurant.
“A table for two, please,” said Norm, GONGing up some money.
“Okay,” said the waiter, “here it is.”
“Why’d you do it?” asked Crocker.
“Ya’d probably spaz and get us kicked us out,” said Norm.
“Oh,” said Crocker, “that happens a lot. Cincinnati kicked me out and I can never, ever come back there.”
Norm felt impatient. He didn’t want to hear Crocker’s life story!
“Large anchovy pizza, please,” said Norm as soon as the waiter returned.
“Okay,” said the waiter, then indicated to Crocker, “you?”
“I was ordering for both of us,” replied Norm instead.
“What?” asked Crocker angrily.
“There, there, Crockpot,” said Norm mockingly, then whispered to him, “I can’t have you spaz in front of all these people. I’d become a laughingstock to the sexy, genie dames.”
Crocker glared at him.
The waiter brought them Norm’s order.
Norm began eating it eagerly.

Crocker didn’t touch it. He felt resentful about how Norm prevented him from making his own choices.

“Why aren’t ya having any?” asked Norm, “Are ya so paranoid that ya believe it’s poisoned?”
“No!” yelled Crocker, “why couldn’t you let me order anything?”
“Hey,” said Norm lightly, “you did the same to me when we were trying to kill Turner. Fair’s fair.”
Crocker remembered how he liked how devious Norm was.

Norm did not think Crocker was date material. He had a cricked back and an ear on his neck. Norm tried to picture a sexy, genie dame there instead.
“How’d you meet Turner?”
“He rubbed my lamp,” groaned Norm, “I tried to catch his fairies in my lamp so I could escape it, but he stopped me.”

Crocker began to eat the pizza. Norm was already finished.
Crocker reflected that Norm looked perfect for dating at a fancy restaurant. A fancy teal-blue vest, a red bow, a gold earring, a gold fez, black curly hair and skin the color of copper. Amethyst eyes partly covered by sunglasses.

Norm felt uncomfortable with Crocker looking at him that way. That was not how he thought Crocker should look at him. Genie dames, yes; Crocker, no. He didn’t want Crockerthe same way and felt as though Crocker wouldn’t care whether he did or not.
Crocker finished his pizza.

Norm GONGed up chocolate ice cream and gave it to Crocker so he could spaz it into a shake. Crocker didn’t move. Oh right, Crocker didn’t spaz all the time, though sometimes it seemed like it.

Crocker instead decided to eat it himself.
“Hey!” shouted Norm, “I gave it to ya so you could shake it for me, not eat it yourself!”
Crocker wondered why Norm only thought of him as a crazy shaking device. Why had he even gone to The Gilded Lily with him in the first place?

Norm still mistrusted Crocker. He was being mean instead of sweet. In fact, Norm suspected that Crocker normally wasn’t sweet. Crocker didn’t care about him after all. He just wanted someone to go to a restaurant with.
“There, there, Norm,” said Crocker, “I’m sorry.”
“Right?” asked Norm sarcastically, “you constantly switch when you're with me. Nice than mean, than nice again. Do ya like me or are ya just a wacky personality-switcher?”
“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” said Crocker, “however, you are absolutely exasperating. F!”
“Oh,” said Norm, “you like me because I hate Turner and are mean to me because I exasperate you and because of that… I get a F.”
“For example,” said Crocker, “Mars would work for destroying Turner, but I wouldn’t be able to get Turner’s fairies.”
“Ya didn’t get them anyway,” said Norm.
“But I caught a FAIRY GODPARENT!” spazzed Crocker, knocking all the spices and other assorted stuff out of the restaurant cupboard.
“OUT!” bellowed the restaurant’s owner, calling one of the rich people’s bodyguards and giving them money.
The bodyguard booted Crocker and Norm out.

“Those fancypants don’t know how famous I will become when I expose the existence of FAIRY GODPARENTS!”
“’Course they don’t,” replied Norm, “you haven’t done that yet. They aren’t mind-readers and I doubt they have magic crystal balls.”
“Norm?” asked Crocker, “do you know of any good Fairy World restaurants?”
“There’s The Pointy Crown, but that’s only for important fairies and their guests,” replied Norm, “and there’s the Fairy Café. Anyone can go there.”

Norm realized that he wanted to continue his and Crocker’s date-like things. Crocker’s craziness was slightly entertaining.

Crocker was surprised by how eager Norm seemed to go there. He had suspected Norm wouldn’t be interested in being with him anymore. Crocker had told him that he was exasperating. Maybe Norm liked being exasperating, the same way that he liked giving kids Fs.
“I wish we were at the Fairy Café.”
GONG!

Sing Us A Song For Me [2/3]

blackeyedwicca — Tue, 08 Sep 2009 08:59:00 GMT

Title: Sing Us A Song For Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Timmy Turner/Chip Skylark
Chapter: 2/3
Summary: Timmy finds out Chip’s in love with him.
Beta: No one on my f-list was too keen, lol. So any mistakes? My bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with the show. I’m just having some fun because I put my slash-goggles on.
A/N: Here is the second part of this fic... and I have no idea what to say here, hah. Surprisingly my journal is more intrested in this fic then this community. How sad :(

I just hope no one's OOC, heh. Let me know? Thanks.

Part 1

Timmy spent a few hours in the bathroom, refusing to let his Godparents in and threatening to make a wish and have them unable to enter until he was ready if they didn’t stop trying. They eventually conceded after that, and Timmy was allowed to think in peace.

Although, peace might be stretching it a bit as all Timmy could do was sit there and try to absorb the large bombshell that he’d gone peaking around for. It made it worse in retrospect, since he couldn’t really blame anyone but himself for where he was now.

He groaned a little, before closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. He could do this; he could understand and accept this. It was fine. So Chip was in love with him? That wasn’t a big deal; Chip didn’t seem to act on it or anything so they were fine. He wouldn’t have to see the singer for a while anyway, so things would be fine.

Slowly nodding to himself, he kept the mantra going through his head as he made his way out of the bathroom. Cosmo and Wanda were pacing the air in the hallway. He wasn’t surprised.

“Timmy!” Cosmo shouted, the first one to notice him as he zoomed over and start poking him. Timmy wasn’t sure what all the insistent fingers were meant to accomplish, but he decided it was easier to just appease him.

“Are you alright, Timmy?” Wanda asked in concern, her hand clenching her wand tighter then usual.

Swallowing slightly, he nodded. “I… yeah. I’m. Yeah.”

“Timmy,” she said with a small frown.

He was just about to assure her that yes, he was totally okay when the doorbell rang. He blinked before looking down the hallway, following the sound.

Timmy would have happily taken that as a blessing and an excuse to avoid Wanda’s concerned eyes and questions, but when he saw the sparkling grin on Cosmo’s face, he just felt his stomach drop.

“What did you do?” Timmy demanded. “No, better yet, who is that?”

Cosmo looked proud of himself. “Chip Skylark.”

“What!?” Timmy and Wanda both shrieked.

Cosmo frowned in confusion. “It’s Chip Skylark. I thought I said that?”

“NonononoNo,” Timmy whimpered, looking around frantically for some kind of exit.

“What’s wrong with him?” Cosmo questioned, completely oblivious to the glare Wanda was shooting him.

Timmy’s eyes snapped to his Godparents. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong?!” he laughed almost hysterically. “You just brought the guy who’s in love with me to my front door. That’s what’s wrong!”

Cosmo blinked at him in confusion while Wanda just gaped.

“You?” She finally whispered.

Timmy had to refrain from pulling at his hair as he turned to Cosmo. “How did you bring him here?!”

Cosmo seemed to shrink slightly as Wanda also turned her attention to him. “It’s not my fault!” He started to protest, “He was texting Timmy about flying around to see what was wrong. I thought it would help!” he turned to Timmy, a small pout forming, “You always like it when he shows up normally. How would I know you changed your mind?”

“You could have asked,” Timmy practically shouted.

Cosmo lifted his chin and looked away from them both. “Well if you don’t want my help than you can just go away.”

As soon as he’d finished though, Cosmo contradicted himself by disappearing in a puff of smoke himself. Timmy was almost tempted to wish for him back just so he could punch the fairy, but Wanda spoke before he could - bringing up a more pressing matter, “You have to answer the door, Timmy.”

“Maybe I’m not home?” Timmy suggested hopefully.

Wanda gave him a stern look. “Timmy, you have to face Chip sooner or later.”

“How about later?” Timmy muttered, but Wanda ignored him.

“You were the one who peered into his mind, and now you’ll have to accept and face the consequences.”

Timmy waved his arms slightly. “How do I do that?!”

Whatever Wanda was going to say was cut off by the doorbell ringing again, and before Timmy could do more than feel panic run through him, he was suddenly in front of the door and Wanda was nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” Timmy whispered. “I hate my life.”

Clenching his fists for a moment, he took in a deep breath - he was fine. If he remembered and told himself that enough, he totally would be, yup - before opening the door.

Chip’s face instantly broke out into a smile before he reached out and pulled Timmy into a hug. Timmy tensed slightly and he knew Chip felt it, because he pulled back much quickly than usual. “You okay, Timmy?”

“Uh, I hurt my back,” he thought wildly, “falling out of bed. You know.”

There was a moment where he thought Chip wouldn't buy it, but then he slowly grinned and chuckled slightly. “I always wondered when you’d get around to doing that. What with the whole ladybug thing.”

Timmy found himself rolling his eyes. “Just because you have perfect balance.”

Chip grinned and came inside, and for a second, it was just like it was before. “I know it’s probably weird that I’m here,” Chip was saying, “but you haven’t been around lately, so I thought I’d stop by and we could chill out.” He frowned slightly. “It was kind of strange though. I didn’t expect my manger to let me leave that easily.”

Laughing nervously, Timmy quickly changed the subject. “Well you can’t be mad at good luck.” He started walking out of the room. “I’m going to get us some drinks.”

“Timmy,” Chip said quietly, making Timmy freeze and cautiously turn back to look at him.

Chip was unusually nervous and was shifting slightly. “You don’t mind me being here… do you? I mean. We’re okay, right?”

Swallowing slightly, Timmy found all the thoughts he had heard before flashing through his mind as he looked at Chip. A part of him knew he’d never stop being friends with Chip, but another part was so… uncomfortable. His stomach was in knots and it was taking all he had not to fidget as well. Despite all his confusion though, he couldn’t leave Chip hanging, not when he had no idea what was happening.

“We’re… fine. Things have just been… awkward for me lately. I’ve - it’s not you. I just.” He suddenly had an epiphany. “It’s just something that happened on Friday, after school.”

Chip frowned slightly. “What happened?”

This time Timmy did fidget. “Just uh. Something with a guy I know.”

Timmy would like to think he would have noticed the way Chip stiffened before he knew about the other’s feelings, but he doubted he would have.

“Yeah?” Chip’s voice was guarded and Timmy could even stretch to say possessive, but he didn’t think he wanted to.

Sighing, Timmy ran a hand through his hair - realising then that his cap was still in his room. “I need to sit down for this. I’ll be back with the drinks in a second, okay?”

Chip didn’t look happy about it, but he agreed while moving over to the couch. Timmy waited until he was in the kitchen to groan and moments later Wanda appeared above the kitchen table, looking at him anxiously.

“What’s happening?”

He knew it was a false hope, but… “Can you make him stop being in love with me?”

Wanda looked so sympathetic so quickly that Timmy almost wanted to be sick, or angry with her, one of the two. “Timmy,” she hesitated, sounding a little nervous and slightly strained. “I took a look and well… you know what the rules say about true love.”

“Oh fuck.” Timmy’s eyes widened as he hissed out, “True love!? You have got to be shitting me.”

Timmy didn’t have a chance to react before a brush had appeared and his mouth was being washed out with soap as Wanda scolded him in the background. “Timothy! Watch your language!”

Growling, he managed to grab the brush and fling it across the room where it clattered against the wall before disappearing, taking the soap with it. He scowled at her. “Did you have to do that?”

“There is no excuse for that language,” she told him pointedly.

Making his way over to the fridge, he grumbled under his breath - making sure to keep the obscenities private. When he had two cans in his hands, he leant against the fridge door and letting what was left of his anger fade. He asked somewhat helplessly, “Wanda, what do I do?”

Wanda bit her lip slightly before hovering over to him. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before asking quietly, “I think the first question you need to answer is; do you like him too?”

Timmy stood staring at her for a long moment before asking incredulously, “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with it if you do, Timmy-”

“-but.”

“Homosexuality,” she continued, ignoring Timmy completely, “is a common thing amongst not only humans but fairies - as is lesbianism for that matter. So neither Cosmo nor I would judge you or see you any differently for it if you chose to be with Chip.”

“Wanda,” Timmy said, voice strained. “This is Chip.”

“Yes,” she agreed, frowning slightly, a glint in her eyes that Timmy hadn’t seen for a long time, not since she was one of Chip's loyal fans. “So you’d better think long and hard before breaking his heart.”

Timmy barely opened his mouth before she was disappearing and Timmy was staring blankly at thin air.

“Well great,” he finally managed to get out, his voice reaching whole new levels of sarcasm as he headed back to the lounge room, “this is going to be easy.”

Part 3

Sing Us A Song For Me [1/3]

blackeyedwicca — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 11:49:00 GMT

Title: Sing Us A Song For Me
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: Timmy Turner/Chip Skylark
Chapter: 1/3
Summary: Timmy finds out Chip’s in love with someone.
Beta: No one on my f-list was too keen, lol. So any mistakes? My bad.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything to do with the show. I’m just having some fun because I put my slash-goggles on.
A/N: I’ve always sort of had a thing for this pairing, and when I randomly looked it up a while ago I was disappointed to barely find anything. The only thing of note was one good drabble on fanfiction.net and I linked it to my wifey x_keepthefaith she fell in going-to-hell love with this pairing too and when I absently suggested this plot she demanded I write it, so, here we go. It’s been in the works for a while and I hope that posting part one will inspire me to finish the rest of it, heh. ~~Title is sort of stolen from a Green Day song, lol.~~

--

Timmy had grown up a lot over the last five years, dealing with the damage left behind from wayward spells, the utterly painful time he’d had with Vicky - and still had on occasion, apparently fifteen was still too young to be home alone - going to high school and having to say goodbye to Chester and AJ when they went to different places. Lets also not forget his parents tendency to abandon him.

So yeah, all and all Timmy Turner wasn’t surprised that he still had his Godparents. He probably had one of the longest records for a kid who still needed magic to get by. He occasionally pondered the possible suicidal tendencies in that and if it was the case, just how many kids fairies had managed to save simply by existing. He usually shrugged the thought off though; it wasn’t the best idea to go down those pathways.

Besides, he was happy in the general sense. He had Cosmo and Wanda who were still as in love with each other as before and the best parental figures he could have hoped for - and while he didn’t have any friends at school, it was more then made up for by his best friend of three years. Chip Skylark.

Timmy still smiled a little at the thought; hadn’t that one been a surprise. After all, their meeting was remarkably enough, a coincidence. Timmy had made a wish that had landed him in L.A. and he had just finished fixing up all the problems that had occurred only to find out Chip had been in the same restaurant Timmy had ended up at.

He’d been outside complaining to Cosmo and Wanda and getting ready to go back home when they’d suddenly turned into chipmunks in front of him and Chip had come from behind, calling out his name.

He had never expected the singer to remember him, but he did and they joked about Vicky and various other things until, low and behold, they were soon texting almost everyday on Timmy’s newly wished for phone.

Over the next few years they hung out almost every time Chip was in town or was on a break from his tour, their friendship growing with every day spent finding similarities in almost everything they did.

Chip was always interested on learning about Timmy’s life at school too, and his time spent with Vicky. He always frowned every time he learnt of the new way Tootie was stalking Timmy and proclaiming her undying love. Timmy always laughed and assured him she wasn’t as crazy as Vicky and wouldn’t try and tie him up to a bed and force marriage on him. Chip would always smile at that and the subject would be dropped.

Lately though, despite what Timmy had considered a strong friendship, one where they could talk about anything and he was sure he knew all of Chip’s secrets, things had been changing.

It wasn’t enough for him to really notice, well, not until two days ago. He’d made a wish to go see Chip as a surprise so they could hang out after what had not only been a crappy week for Timmy but what had sounded like one for Chip too. He’d even made up a pretty fantastic cover story, if he did say so himself.

He’d been sneaking around the venue avoiding the techs - they knew his clothes by sight now, and while they weren’t pink like in his childhood, a white shirt, blue jeans and a green cap tended to stand out at a Chip Skylark concert - when he heard someone playing the piano.

Timmy had been a little surprised, because he knew it was Chip, but he also knew that Chip made a point of keeping the fact he could play guitar and piano very quiet. He’d never given Timmy a good reason why and Timmy hadn’t found it important enough to ask.

Still, he was curious as to what Chip was doing, so with a murmured wish to Wanda who was masquerading as his watch, he became invisible and walked through the door and into the room.

Chip was bent over the piano, playing the keys gently in a melody Timmy didn’t know. He started to edge closer only to realise that Chip’s eyes were closed, he was completely absorbed in the music he was creating, and it made Timmy smile for a moment. It fell away however, when Chip started to sing.

Unlike his usual cheerful and happy voice that Timmy was so used to… this voice, these words, everything about it was so sad and emotional. It was a completely beautiful song of broken hearts, frantic wishes, guilty dreams and unrequited love.

Wanda and Cosmo - the wallet in his back pocket - where bawling their eyes out and Timmy could vaguely feel the tears dripping down his hand and leaking into his pants, but he was too concerned with Chip to really pay attention.

His best friend was in love, completely and deeply in love in a way that Timmy hadn’t been yet but could recognise just the same. He’d seen it in his Godparents and in movies, but never had he seen a friend go through it - but worse then that, seen a friend whose love wasn’t returned, and a friend who never even told him about it in the first place.

Timmy stayed frozen and confused throughout it until the final notes had fallen. When they did, Timmy turned and walked out of the room, snapping out a wish to be returned back to his room. The second it was granted, he asked to be visible again and after taking Wanda and Cosmo off him, he threw them at the bed, hearing the poof of them changing back before they hit the mattress. He didn’t stay in the room long enough to hear their complaints.

That had been three days ago and he’d been wallowing in his own little pity party the entire time. He was still stung about the betrayal he was feeling at never being told about this mysterious love. He’d damn well let Chip know when he got crushes, despite the teasing he always received from the other. So he just didn’t know why he hadn’t been told. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became so that when Chip messaged him, he didn’t reply back.

After the second day he just turned off his phone, because hearing twenty-five new messages beep from his phone as well as five phone calls had got on his nerves fast. A small part of him knew it was stupid, but he didn’t care, he was going to see how Chip felt about being left out of the loop.

Of course, that thought didn’t last very long before he started to feel guilty. Not enough that he was going to reply past a brief, “Sorry, really busy. Talk later.”, but enough that he decided to take some form of action regarding this whole mess.

Sitting down on his bed, he fiddled with the hem of his jeans before calling out, “Cosmo? Wanda?”

There were a few moments of silence before there was a small poof and Wanda hovered in front of him, arms crossed. “So you want to talk to us now?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Timmy apologised absently, before continuing, “I want to make a wish.”

Wanda pursed her lips, and knowing she was five seconds away from a rant, he quickly intercepted. “I shouldn’t have ignored you. I’m sorry. I had to think. Okay?”

“And you also had to ignore Chip too?” She demanded.

Timmy winced slightly. “I didn’t. I replied to him.”

She still looked dubious. “And that’s why your phone has actually left your hand for the first time in three years?”

“Wanda.” Timmy fidgeted slightly, but a small frown was quickly forming on his face. “You tell me to deal with things more on my own and without your help. I’m doing that, aren’t I?”

She sent him a withering look and he could practically hear the mental groan that accompanied it. “Fine. What’s the wish?”

Timmy dropped his eyes back to the thread from the end of his jeans that he was tugging on. “I want to know who Chip wrote that song about.”

Wanda didn’t say anything for a long moment before she quietly spoke, her voice sympathetic and soft, “Timmy. You know the best way to find out is to talk to him about it, right?”

Timmy let out an annoyed huff, his anger coming back as he looked up at her and snapped slightly, “He doesn’t want me to know. I found out by accident-”

“Which means,” Wanda interjected, “you shouldn’t be learning about his feelings this way either.”

Timmy knew she was right and he was pretty sure Wanda knew he did too. But he had the ability at his fingertips to find out something he never would have known otherwise, and despite the years of side effects his wishes had, he still couldn’t stop himself from doing it, even now. Especially not when it revolved around the only real healthy relationship he had in his life - besides his Godparents… although that was debatable, what with the magical aspect.

Squaring his shoulders, Timmy looked her in the eye and said determinedly, “I want to know.”

Wanda gave him the long-suffering sigh only a Mother could master, before she nevertheless waved her wand to grant the wish.

There was a few moments where nothing happened, and he was about to complain when he suddenly had Chip’s voice running through his mind. They were sentences, snatches of thoughts and the occasional feeling. Mostly it was all guilt and hateful words directed at himself for feeling the way he did. Timmy was confused until a particularly loud sentence reverberated through his head. God, and they say my smiles are stunning. His are so much better.

Timmy was sure his mouth fell open. A guy, it was a guy. His mind never got a chance to catch up though, as more words and thoughts were coming in, all of them about a guy. He briefly touched on what he could feel was Chips’s disgust at himself from waking up from a sex dream about the person, and he was more then happy that the spell didn’t direct him too far into that one.

The thoughts were racing faster and faster now until it wasn’t words anymore but just feelings with the negative outweighing the good by a tonne. Timmy never knew how much Chip beat himself up underneath that smile.

It was just as Timmy wanted to pull away, to not find out who was causing his friend so much grief when everything reached a crescendo. The feelings of love and want and pain and disgust and desire all mixing into one giant mess as Chip thought desperately.

Shit. Why the hell am I in love with you, Timmy?!

Everything snapped away moments later, and Timmy was opening eyes he even hadn’t realised he’d closed to stare down at his shaking hands. He couldn’t think, his mind was unable to repeat what he’d heard; it just tried to push every thought out of his mind. He couldn’t deal with this.

“Timmy?” he suddenly heard, Wanda’s concerned voice breaking through his shock and making him look up at the fairy. She looked worried and she lightly placed a hand on his shoulder while repeating his name again.

The second she did however, it was like a bolt of lightening as all his thoughts came back and he felt nausea curl through his stomach as he pushed her away and hurried out of the room.

Ignoring her calls behind him he just sprinted into the bathroom and locked the door. He then headed over to the toilet seat and put his head between his thighs, taking in a few deep breaths.

His best friend was in love with him, and he still had no idea how he was supposed to grasp that.

Part 2

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A/N: Well there you go, that's the first part. I hope you like it and all that. Comments equal inspiration. *grins*

Help? D:

sammy_chan — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 02:10:48 GMT

Hey there peeps. *looks around seemingly dead community*
Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!! ;____; *pokes screen*

*ahem*

I have a slight problem it seems. Maybe more then slight.

I mentioned I would do Anti-Cosmo x Cosmo fanart. And I am trying, but, there is something keeping me from accomplishing this goal.
Lack of a good idea.

I've been doodling different poses and stuff, but nothing's really... grabbing me in that "OMG YAY EXCITING IDEA *WANTS TO WORK ON IT AND NOT SLEEP OR EAT*" sort of way.
I have one that I started fleshing out, but.. I dunno. I'm not getting the same feel I got when I did that Nega and Timmy picture.

So, my post is here for this reason.
Anyone got any suggestions or ideas for a good ACxC fanart?
I'm open to almost anything - except hardcore gore or explicit sex. Nothing extreme like that.

Any help will be greatly appreciated ;_; my plot bunny would love you forever. ♥
Thanks!

~Kino