(Luxord you are such a ho omfg

Also ARC: END! :( Sadly, but not-sadly I guess, because it's not like these two stop existing. xD Next chapter begins Marluxia and Larxene. NERDITUDE: They were both found at the same time by Xigbar. Yeah I know these things. M'eh. :3 I'm magic, what can I say?

So short. But yeah, Belle? So after my heart too. Alice is going to have to show up, because imo, she is basically Osaka only with a British accent. Spending that much time in Wonderland will do that to you. Probably to be weird to Vexen. For some reason, I find them interacting very interesting. You know how there's always a few characters you like to bounce off of each other? Like that. Like Derek and Morgan and Tristan.

DUB IF YOU'RE READING THIS THAT IS SO A DEADFIC :D But maybe I will update AFR. I just have this irrational hatred of Olivia beyond all reason and measure. She became a Mouthpiece Sue, and I hate hate hate hate hate her for existing. She is just such an asshole, omfg. Tristan, Morgan, and Derek are all going to another, better, fic where they will live happy beautiful lives of beauty and gayness (except for Derek who is straight and probably a bachelor with a cat.)

Uhhh haha totally sidetracked lol. Siouxsie and the Banshees is the best band ever. God. The Cure only wins out (by a slight margin) because they're still making music. Siouxsie did a solo album, but I never found out if she did a second one...she's so awesome. Fifty and still kicking ass. o3o

So like, I am probably going to be pitchfawked and tawched for this, but I am unspeakably pissed that Glee is doing a Rocky Horror Picture Show episode. Yeah yeah, "But it's GLEE!" or whatever.

Deep dark secret; I HAVE BROKEN UP WITH GLEE.

It's not a bad show. Or, well, it wasn't INITIALLY. The first few episodes were when I thought we might have a cracktackular show about an awesomely gay campy kid, his fag-hag with the best voice on the show, (seriously WHOA), a cute little moe-moe Asian girl, and a badass nerd in a wheelchair, with a bratty overbearing obnoxious perfectionist in the background to try to convince them it was Serious Business, (ultimately failing, but managing to make them produce quality work), with a jock on the outside who tried to Get It, but ultimately fails time and time again, to everyone else's amusement. Along the way, we have a quirky teacher who's almost as crazy as the kids, and Sue Sylvester. (Who I totally have a soft spot in my heart for. She is basically the Distaff Counterpart to Stephen Colbert and it's great. :D)

But no. That is not what we get. We get this sappy, schmaltzy madness that has become so BLAH I just gave up. The "atheists are all just angry at god" crap? Yeah that was it. Final straw. Fuck you, Glee. The only two characters who I consistently liked ended up being totally beat on the entire episode, and argh. Plus, it totally turned into Pretty White Kids With Problems (AND PREGNANCY OMFG!) and I just BARRFFFF. If I wanted that I'd go watch Lifetime, kthnx.

So, (yes this is a fully-fledged rant now, hang on, ladies and gents), a show that has become all the bad kinds of cheesy and sappy is now trying to take a cult classic that should, BY ALL RIGHTS, belong to the nerds, the freaks, the geeks, the Goth kids and the punk kids, the depressed kids and the bipolar kids, the drama kids and the band kids, the chorus kids and the art club kids-something that belongs to US, and make it a pathetic cover episode. No. Not cool. I sat through Cabaret covers because of Kristin Chenoweth. (She makes everything better anyway.) I ENJOYED a lot of the covers. (Ice Ice Baby ftw.)

But no. You don't get to take what was never yours. If you're going to be mainstream, go play with your mainstream friends, and leave the cult of Nerdom alone. I don't very often get purist or pissy, but yeah, sacred thing here.

So in conclusion, fuck Glee. You had a great premise going, and I believed in you, which makes this hurt all the more. Thanks a lot for falling into the "drama" trap. Way to kill a great show.

MOVING ON, yeah, I get a lot of hate for thinking these things; apparently in my school, not liking Glee means not liking art/theatre/music/movies/gay people. (That last one is a huge WHUT. I am bi, and I like my lesbian side just fine? And my straight side too but IRRELEPHANT.) So there's always that.

Don't own KH.

Dedicated to the original cast of the RHPS. I don't know about them, but damn, do I hang my head in shame.)


Xaldin let Luxord lead; however, since Xaldin had more experience, he guided the man through every step as they stayed together, pressed tight against each others' chests and captured in each others' arms while the soft tugging in their chests pressed them together.

"I wanted to court you like you deserved, Xaldin." He told the other man. "This...was the perfect oppurtunity. I'm actually a little surprised as to how well it turned out, even with my luck." He murmured, fingering the soft silk of the dress with a small laugh. Xaldin rolled his eyes.

"Blame Belle. She really did want to help, it's just...well, we were out of options..." He muttered. Luxord laughed.

"I think it looks beautiful on you. You look like a true princess." He teased. Xaldin rolled his eyes again, tightening his grip slightly.

"You know, loving me involves having to contend with a cock, dear." He shot back. Luxord ran his hand down his chest and gently stroked him.

"Oh, believe me, my rose," he purred, "I know."

Luxord was slightly amused at how easily Xaldin melted in his arms at that.

After his minor flirting, it was all he could do to help his silvertongue guide him in the other dance steps. Once he'd settled in and picked them up, he actually found he liked dancing; it helped that Xaldin was a wonderful, gentle partner who knew how to properly show him each step.

The ballroom glowed and flickered with heavenly light from the massive crystal chandelier, the paintings on the ceiling and the golden walls glowing to produce an unearthly contrast as light danced and bobbed throughout the room.

"You know," Luxord whispered, "I'm very lucky to have you." Xaldin laughed.

"You've always been lucky, Luxord." He murmured. "I'm the one who finally got a chance..." He cursed himself for crying, but with all this beauty and splendor surrounding him, with this wonderful dream of Luxord cradling him close, it was inevitable. "I...I never had one before...and..." He pulled him closer. "I'm so lucky to be with you, so blessed, thank you, thank you, thank you." He whispered. Luxord nodded.

"My rose." He replied. "I could've waited forever to be with you." He laughed. "I'm glad I didn't have to." Xaldin was quiet for a minute. Suddenly, a small smile spread across his face.

"Well, since all that time might just go to waste if you don't use it properly...spend it with me?" He asked. Part of him was teasing, but part of him was serious, begging, pleading, and hoping that Luxord would really want to be with him.

Luxord's only response was to pull him into a kiss. Xaldin moaned, the feelings alien and beautiful and oh god, the warmth in his body and the pounding, pulsing pleasure in his chest was setting him on fire, and he knew he was trembling and didn't care, and he never wanted this to end, not ever...

"This will go on forever." He promised. "I can keep forever with me, and with that..." He kissed Xaldin again, looking into his eyes and grasping his hand. "You will be mine for eternity. My blessed, blessed rose. My silvertongue." He whispered. Xaldin clung tight to him, tears trailing down his cheeks as he held him.

"I promise...never to doubt your love again." He replied. "No matter what truths I doubt, no matter what stars and suns and moons I may doubt, I will hold that oath for as long as I live." Luxord nodded.

"This is all going to work out, Xaldin." He murmured. "Everything is going to get better." He stroked his hair gently. "I'm going to come home with you. Everything will be all right." He smiled. "Honestly...you know something? You are my home, babe. You are my safe haven." Xaldin laughed.

"I had to leave home to find you, I guess...but I think that was a good thing. It wasn't a safe haven..." He kissed Luxord this time, asking for dominance asn receiving it, if only for a moment. "But you are." He finished. Luxord grinned.

"Right then, my dear...finish this dance with me then, will you?" He replied. Xaldin nodded, leading him into the last few steps as the two met as lovers in the center of the ballroom and kissed, feeling perfect, whole, and complete under the light of the angels and heavens.

"My dear Xaldin," Luxord began, and from the look on his face, Xaldin was already starting to get bad, (yet strangely pleasing) feelings about what was going on, "while this dress is indeed beautiful, I do believe that story ended with the princess begging the prince to rid her of her 'foolish virginity...'" He purred. Xaldin blushed, and Luxord couldn't resist groping his rear gently, enjoying the blush flare up again with a small squeak of shock as an added bonus.

"What about the epilogue?" He asked. Luxord laughed.

"There was always room for a rewrite." He replied, tracing his fingers across the dips in his rose's collarbone, purring with approval. Xaldin smirked.

"In that case, I believe there's suitable accomodations in my room to discuss our rewrite, Luxord." He murmured, nipping at his earlobe and humming with satisfaction as he was rewarded with a small moan. "I think in this case, a co-author would be appreciated."

Xaldin was only slightly surprised when Luxord slammed him against the wall and ravaged his mouth, moaning like a man possessed as he dragged him up the steps.

"All right then, princess," he purred, "that dress is adorable, but...I believe I prefer my princess in stocking feet, if you get my drift." Xaldin blushed further, mouthing to Belle, "I'll bring this back later," as he was dragged out of the castle by a very insistent Luxord.


One long, beautiful, bliss-filled day later, Luxord stretched in bed, kissing Xaldin's cheek and getting up to dress as he portaled away to the library, intent on finding his lover a book for his inevitable rest in bed. (Luxord certainly didn't want him limping all day, poor thing.)

He was slightly shocked at what he found there; a white lounge chair opposite the purple one Xaldin had claimed. It was soft, with a high back and a wide seat big enough for two. Plus, it was long enough that he could lay back...or someone else could lay on top of it...

"Guess Xaldin wasn't kidding." He murmured. He felt a small spark of pride light up in him as he realized it meant he had indeed become a part of Xaldin's world.

A thought occured to him suddenly, and he couldn't suppress a smirk of triumph. "Well, I suppose this means we'll have to break this chair in..."