#i don't know fashion from a hole in the ground so i hope she doesn't look too crazy

[djinnhatescold]

Not sure if Imgur is having a tantrum or what but linking pictures to there from AO3 is being flaky so let's try linking from here instead.

(From Chapter 11 of In A Million Pieces wherein Imanie fucksnasty with both Raubahn and Jacke in the same chapter but separate but on the same day)

[psychameron]

Untitled Apollyon Fanfic

Vikram was jerked out of his dream by someone sitting on his bed. Blinking in the light of his room, he peered blearily “The hell?”

Aditya was sitting on his bed. “Your mom sent me to get you; it's almost eight.”

Vikram blinked a few more times at the silhouette of his friend, information still tumbling around in his head. “Mom? Wait, did you say eight? As in, 8 am?”

“What other eight would I mean?” Aditya said, rising. “Why're you still asleep? You've been up and ready by 6:30 for the last few days.”

Vikram swung his feet around to the hab-block unit's floor and pushed out of bed. “If I ever sleep this late again, don't wait for mom, just come get me.”

“About to not be my problem, or so you say,” Aditya commented as Vikram rummaged around for clean clothes and started dressing. “Your mom says you're still gonna quit studying and get a job.”

“Tomorrow I'm 20 and they can't use my age to keep me out of the mines,” Vikram said, snatching up a brush off the floor and tilting the salvaged chunk of chrome metal that served as his mirror. He ran the brush through his hair and took the opportunity to break eye contact with Aditya. “I get a job, I get my own money, and I don't have to live with my mom anymore.”

“She doesn't like that,” Aditya said, stepping into the angle of mirror so he could hold Vikram's gaze again. “Thinks if you work the mines you'll wind up just like your dad.”

“I want my own money and my own place,” Vikram said.

“You mean you want somewhere you and Komal don't have to creep around.”

“It's different when you got a girlfriend,” Vikram said, fishing his mala off the repurposed vehicle chock that served as his night table. “I want to do what I want, and give Komal things. Like gifts. And maybe somewhere to live.”

“Man you are two kinds of crazy. You know anyone who got married at twenty that's happy?”

“I am tired of living in this hole in a wall studying some biochemistry crap on the hopes that maybe some day I'll get to shine some topsider's shoes while he calls me a good boy while I do 90% of his work and he gets 100% of the credit.” Vikram coiled the mala around his wrist, and pulled the guru bead to its proper position, to the right of his arm.

“Hey, in a few years that topsider might be me,” Aditya said.

“Gonna leave us cave bats for some penthouse apartment, drive a fancy car and go blind from all the sunlight?”

“If they pay me enough,” Aditya smirked. “I know you're sick of hearing it, but maybe at least finish school? The mines are always gonna be there and you'll get two years of peace from your mom before you can throw your hands up and say 'well I tried.'” A pause. “Not having to pay rent would be pretty nice, too. And who's to say you don't actually do well and get a real job where you get to sit down for a living.”

“Nah, I'd rather do real work.” Vikram picked his bag off the ground. “We ready to go?”

“Yeah, let's get moving.” Aditya shouldered his own bag. “Take some of the breakfast your mom made on the way out, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vikram said, shooing him forward. “Let's get to school.”

Vikram sat in the light of central thermal reactor of Pahalagufa. Almost ten thousand people in the caverns used it for heat and electricity, but today Vikram used it for light, as well. Pages and pages of chemistry disappeared under his eyes as he pored over pages he'd been over dozens of times before. To the casual observer, he might seem to be studying. And after a fashion he did study. But his mind lingered on where his new home would be once he had paychecks from work in hand. From his vantage on the third sublevel of the cavern, Vikram could see nearly sixty percent of the habitation blocks like the one he grew up in. Most had the soft red glows of occupancy, but quite a few the green glow of an empty unit.

Most of them were barren metal cubes with little to recommend them to the average inhabitant of Pahalagufa, but a variety of factors made them the only option for the last three generations of workers laboring in Apollyon's massive mineral mines. Of which Vikram would soon find himself one, as soon as he could secure employment.

I'll need chairs, Vikram mused. Mom probably won't let me take any of hers. Bed probably won't be a problem. Or will it? I'll need a bigger bed for both of us. His brow furrowed as thoughts of nucleotides and phosphate bonds disappeared under logistical concerns. Beds are expensive here. At least, proper ones are. I should ask Komal if she knows a way to get a bigger bed.

As if conjured by his thoughts, Komal appeared out of the teeming throngs of people making their way through the avenues of the third level of Pahalagufa. Vikram pushed his textbook to the side and rose to greet her, but her posture and gait put him on edge. “Komal?” he ventured, reaching out to her.

Komal took Vikram's hand and tolerated his brief kiss on the back of her hand before sinking onto the same bench he was seated on. “Ugh, what a day,” she lamented.

“What's wrong?” Vikram asked, concern coloring his voice.

“Nothing,” Komal said. “Classes at my level are a nightmare. You'll see the same when you get to your fourth year.”

“You can handle it,” Vikram stated confidently. “Anything I can do to help, you say it and I'll have it to you before lunch.”

“I volunteered for the biochemistry track, it's my problem,” Komal said. “You said something about getting your own place soon?”

“Yes,” Vikram said. “My birthday is tomorrow, and once I'm twenty, then I can legally work in the mines. Once I have paychecks, I can afford my own place.”

“I don't understand,” Komal said. “Mining shifts and school are incompatible. You can't be in two places at once. You'd have to stop studying.”

“I know,” Vikram replied, preparing the spiel he'd rehearsed for days prior to this. “I will have to take a break from school in order to get the hours in, but once I've saved up enough I can quit working the mines and finish the biochem track, just like you. Depending on the pay that could easily be done in two years, maybe four if things are tight. Besides all that, once you have a big fancy science job you won't need me to support you.”

“Vik,” Komal said, her tone shifting to admonishment. “Do you know anyone who quit work in the mines and went back to school?”

Vikram blew out an exasperated sigh. “You sound like Aditya. Some people get sucked in and make it their lives but that won't be me. I know what I'm doing. I'm smart, and I have the most beautiful woman in the world to keep me on the right path.”

Komal smiled briefly at the compliment, but returned to her previous tone. “It is not worth it. Finish school. Once I have work in a laboratory I can recommend you for employment, too. It's only two years.”

“Don't, do not say 'it's only two years.' Two years is a lot different when it's under my mother's roof.”

“Your mother is watching the little boy she taught how to use a spoon learn about pheromone biosynthesis and G-protein dissociations,” Komal commented. “She's probably having a time, thinking about how she's going to be alone sooner rather than later.”

“It's an ending for her; it's a beginning for me,” Vikram protested.

“It is, but there's only one reason for you to do this, and that's because you want to be away from her.”

“She treats you like trash.”

“Don't change the subject,” Komal chided. “Whatever problem the two of us have, it's not worth you risking your future. I can deal with your mother hating me. I am not gonna deal with you fouling up your education just because you don't want to live with her.”

“Komal-”

“No, I've made my position clear. I'm done talking about this. These are next week's problems. We should be talking about your party.”

Vikram sighed. “I don't want a party,” he said, trying not to visibly pout.

“Well, too bad. There's going to be a party and sweet cakes and we're all going to tell embarrassing stories about you.”

Vikram released her hand. “I only want one thing for my birthday and apparently no one thinks I should get it.”

“Don't pout,” Komal ordered. “I have to go see my own mother about something. Try to pretend you're surprised and delighted tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” Vikram surrendered. “Did you make sweet cakes for me?”

“No, your mother did. She's a better cook.”

“All right. Will I see you again tonight?”

“Probably not. After I can get away from dad tomorrow for the party, okay?”

“See you then,” Vikram said, leaning in for a hug. Komal embraced him, and then disappeared into foot traffic of level once again.

Vikram watched her walk away, thoughts stewing furiously. Had he been any deeper in his mind, he would not have seen Komal drop something from her bag. Realising there was a very real risk of it getting kicked into a gutter and disappearing forever, Vikram sprang into action to recover it from crowd. Twice it was kicked by pedestrians and once more by Vikram himself, but a desperate dive allowed him to catch it. Cognizant of the possibility that he might also wind up being kicked, Vikram regained his feet and hurried back to his own bag before someone could decide an unattended bag was there for the taking.

On his way back, he turned the object over in his hands trying to puzzle out what it was. It had a clear plastic case, and inside he could see a disk that refracted blue light when another light source hit, turning a sharp purple in the red light of the thermal reactor's cycle. Resolving to ask Komal about it tomorrow, he stuffed it in his bag and made his way to Aditya's.

A half-hour later, Vikram sank down on Aditya's bed while his friend labored at a net terminal, punching calculations in and occasionally modifying an on-screen schematic.

“What're you working on?” Vikram asked, lacing his fingers behind his head and crossing his legs.

“Practice test for exams in a few weeks,” Aditya said. “I'm almost done.”

“Don't rush on my account,” Vikram said.

Several more minutes passed in silence. Vikram sat up and pulled the item Komal dropped out of his bag. He probed it further, eventually finding a latch along the meridian that would pop the case open, exposing the blue disk inside. His contemplation came to an end when Aditya said “Holy shit.”

Vikram looked up from his reverie to see his friend staring at the disk in his hands, slightly agog. “Where did you get a DORD?”

“You know what it is?” Vikram asked, anticipating Aditya reaching out for it.

Aditya took it from him. “Yeah, DORD stands for 'Digital Optical Retention Diskette.' It's a fancy recordable media. We've used a few in my CAD classes. You don't really see them down here in the caves, they're more topsider tech.”

“So not anything Komal would have normally?”

“I mean, maybe, she's on her last year of school, maybe they trust fourth years with this kind of stuff, whereas us engineering guys have to use them sooner.”

“And you said it's a readable disk?”

“I mean, it should be. If someone recorded something on it I could read it with a mod drive.”

“Do you have one?”

“Sure do, hold on...” Aditya said as he flipped through a few metal components jacked in to his net terminal, reading their serial numbers one by one. “Here we go, mod drive Escal-2, compatible with all DORD marks.”

Vikram inserted the disk in the Escal-2 drive, watching the intake actuators take in the disk and begin spinning it. A few clicks of the reading armature sliding into place, and preloaded program on the disk started.

A video player appeared on Aditya's terminal, opening on a scene from Apollyon's surface, far above them. “Welcome to the Almarta Laboratories, a subsidiary of Alandalus Biotech!” a spritely voice announced from the video's audio track. “We are proud to welcome you,” and it momentarily flashed the name 'Komal Mudaliyar' before returning to the view of the previous building. “to the Almarta family! An exciting career in biotech production awaits you.” The scene wiped away and another began, but the video fragmented and stopped abruptly as Aditya ripped the disk out of the mod drive.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Aditya cursed, staring at the disk in his hand. “This is...probably private.”

“That was a surface-level biotech lab,” Vikram said. “I know the Almarta name. They were mentioned as a corp that doesn't discriminate against cave-district graduates, and thus a good place to work after graduation.”

“So...maybe Komal was looking at working for them?”

“Past tense. Looked. That video looks like something they send to new hires. As in, already hired.”

“We don't know that.”

Vikram shot his friend a look. “Komal already accepted a job with a surface-level lab. With a corp that provides on-site housing for employees. No way she'd sit through a three hour commute to and from work.”

“Vik,” Aditya began. “I thought the two of you were going to get a block.”

“I wouldn't be able to live on the surface. No way to get down here for classes.”

“We'd have to be apart for two years, except for holidays.”

“Or maybe...ah shit, I'm sorry. Maybe she's gonna move topside and then break up with you when there's 3 hours of funicular transport between the two of you in case you take it poorly.”

Vikram held out the disk's case, and Aditya replaced it. Vikram relatched the case. “Sounds like she and I have something to talk about before my party tomorrow.”

Sleep had some difficulty finding Vikram that night.

The habitation blocks of Pahalagufa would've been nightmarish for non-natives, constantly transmitting the dull hum of machinery and any raised voice from the neighbors, but to someone like Vikram, born there, listening to his neighbor scream at her husband about money spent on liquor that month was normal. Vikram's thoughts were occupied with how to confront his girlfriend about what was most likely an attempt to abandon him.

It took hours, with several breaks to watch shows on the hab-block's terminal but after 4 am his exhausted body finally silenced his restless mind.

Sleep was not restful, though.

Vikram walks the halls of Pahalagufa, but unlike the teeming throngs of workers commuting between work and home, he's used to, the halls are empty. He clutches his bag of books, trying to sling it over his back, but it gets incrementally heavier with each step until it unbalances him and he must drag it. He reaches out to Aditya, but his friend drags his own burden, a similarly overbalanced bag of books. Ahead of him, other students labor, some so weighted down by their books that they are resorting to pushing them along. At the end of the hallway, completely unburdened, floats Komal, less a student and more a goddess, untethered by gravity, one hand in the vitarka mudra and the other in the vajra mudra as radiance poured out from behind her, both her and the central reactor, the blinding light of the sun and the searing red of the thermal coils, at once both combined and also oscillating.

“Where I go, you cannot follow,” the Komal goddess stated, and though she did not address Vikram directly, he knew her words were meant for him.

“Wait!” Vikram cried, dropping his bag and making to sprint to her. As soon as he released the strap, creatures bubbled up from the hallway's floor, human in shape but heavily modified, with masks and hoses coiling around their waists, like someone had surgically implanted mining saftey gear to them. With each step forward, more of these miner-shades came forth, locking plastic-wrapped hands around Vikram's legs and dragging him down into the floor with them. “I won't go with you!” Vikram protested, trying to push them away, but there were so many that he had no hope. In an attempt to escape them, he turned back to his bag and seized the strap. The miner-beasts reacted as if struck, recoiling and re-submerging into the netherworld from whence they came.

Vikram tried to pursue the Komal goddess while clutching the bag, but its weight prevented him from making significant progress. And if he tried to abandon his bag once again, the miner-beasts would surge forward to drag him down again. A look to his left or his right would reveal his fellow students in similar straits; some of them dragged fully beneath the hall's surface by the miner-beasts. Vikram felt he should cry from frustration, but he could not. He kept trying to push forward while clutch his bag. The Komal goddess continued to rise, now almost past Vikram's reach. “Wait for me!” he called desperately.

Very suddenly his bag became even heavier, as though it was pinned down by something. Vikram looked back at it, and found himself staring up in to blazing red eyes and a mane of fire. The creature squatting on his big was enormous and yet also delicate, a massive humanoid form of fire and gold, yet it balanced its considerable bulk on only the single point of Vikram's bag.

THERE YOU ARE, it thundered, apparently not speaking and yet the words arrived in Vikram's ears just the same. TRYING TO HIDE FROM ME IN YOUR OWN DREAMS? It paused, as if waiting for an answer. NO MATTER. YOU ARE MINE NOW.

“Wha-what?” was all Vikram managed to stammer before the creature snatched him up effortlessly and dropped him into its yawning red maw.

Vikram was snatched from a sea of boiling oil by his mother's voice. “Vik, wake up! We have a million things to do and you cannot spend all morning in bed.” Bhairavi busied herself with scooping some of the chaos of her son's room into a managable pile. When Vikram groaned and curled further into his sheets, she pulled his pillow out from under his head. “This minute,” she insisted.

“Why does my face hurt?” Vikram asked, burying his face in his hands.

“You stayed up to late at Aditya's again,” Bhairavi stated. “Now get dressed, we have to eat breakfast and go to the supplier. If I'm going to make your favorite dinner, we need to get things.”

A half-dozen memories of his dreams, having his skin peeled off by tanners' knives rose in Vikram's mind and he sprang out of bed, only to hit his head on his mirror and go down in a heap.

“Vik!” Bhairavi exclaimed, rushing to her son's side. “You look like death. Go wash up and get dressed. I will check on breakfast.”

Pleased to be away from his mother so that he could reorder his thoughts, Vikram spent a moment on the floor trying to sort his memories from his awareness from the dreams he was just in.

Hot nails pounded into his forehead, bamboo stakes prying up his fingernails, cast into pit to be ripped apart and devoured by pigs-

None of it was real, all dreams. But his face burned, worse than how he imagined a sunburn would feel if he'd ever spent long enough in the sun to get one. His fingers itched like sand grit was pushing against the inside of his skin. He found his feet and trudged to the lavatory, scrubbing down his face washing his hands furiously, but nothing he could do would chase away the burning or the itching. Pushing down the immediate sense-memory of the boiling oil ocean, Vikram dried his face ran a brush through his hair, only to look down at it and see more hair than he was expecting to be pulled by the brush's bristles. “Is my hair thinning?” he wondered, compulsively checking his reflection in the lavatory mirror again. “I can't deal with this,” he said. He returned to his room and dug through his closet for clean clothes and scooped up his bag before heading out into the wider hab-block.

And he was greeted by a dozen faces, all smiling broadly, and shouting “Happy birthday!” The main area of the hab-block was decorated modestly, and significant amount of food was laid out.

Dozens of leering faces reciting Vikram's sins, while a figure in a smiling mask lashed his back into a bloody mess-

“What?” Vikram managed weakly, looking around in his still groggy state.

“We're having your party early,” Bhairavi stated. “Aditya I'm sure has something planned for later, but for right now you're going to have a party here.”

The next moments were a blur as a few of Vikram's cousins shook his hand and teased him about being twenty, as he undshouldered his bag, and some of his school friends telling him about his mother had been planning this for weeks and tracked them all down individually. All of this passed in a haze as Vikram tried his best to smile and be polite even though he was still stunned.

One thing cut cleanly through the haze, though. Komal was here, prudently far away from Bhairavi, but amongst the guests. All the sleep in Vikram's head melted away like a butter pat on a hot griddle, and the burning in his face increased an order of magnitude. Vikram's teeth clenched and every muscle in his arms and legs tensed at once. Vikram strode over to his discarded bag, pulled it open and obtained the disk he and Aditya viewed the previous night and crossed the room instantly, the party and his friends and family melting away until all he could perceive was a long red tunnel with Komal at the end of it.

Vikram stepped within arm's reach of Komal and brandished the disk's case where she could clearly see it. “What is this?” he demanded, tone making it evident that the situation was about to escalate.

Komal regarded him with confusion at first, then realization. “My DORD! I thought I'd lost it.”

“Your job offer from a topside corp,” Vikram said. “That you accepted.”

By this point, everyone present realized the situation developing. All eyes were on Vikram and Komal. “Vik? You're scaring me.”

“You'd have to live topside, a long way away from me,” Vikram continued. “What was the plan? Wait until you're in corp housing and then break up with me? Or just keep stringing me along and hope I lose patience with only seeing you four times a year?”

“Vikram Mehrotra,” his mother called, in the tone she reserved for correcting misbehavior.

“Vik, please, this is not the place,” Komal said, trying to move away from Vikram.

“I think this is exactly the place,” Vikram said. The itching in his fingers was nearly impossible to ignore. He reached out to Komal, intent on preventing her from moving away.

He never got the chance, because two of his cousins grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled him back.

Gigantic demons beating him with canes-

Vikram tried to pull away from them, but they had the advantage in positioning and numbers. Vikram's teeth clenched once again and the burning in his face was unbearable.

Thousands of maggots writhing beneath his skin, eating his muscles and defecating on his bones-

Vikram tried to twist out of their grip, but they held him fast. Until the skin on his fingers split and blood-soaked claws emerged, allowing him to rake his cousins' faces.

A crown of red-hot iron laid on his head by cackling imps-

Vikram's normally black hair fell from his scalp, making way for mane of thick red hair, somehow both dancing in flames and yet unburned. The burning in his face subsided as new fangs ejected his previous teeth from his jaw, causing them to fall to the floor of the hab-block with bloody clicks. Vikram tried to say “Don't touch me!” but all that came out was a primal scream.

Chased by horseback demons, lacerating his legs with sharpened sling stones as they approached-

The gravity of the situation had dawned on everyone by this point, and this time Vikram was borne down six assailants, who pulled him off his feet and down onto the floor of the hab-block.

Again, Vikram tried to say “Let me go!” but could only manage a snarl. He struggled against those restraining him, but against six other people he could not get the leverage necessary to free himself.

A cocoon of chains as he was lowered into a sea of boiling oil-

As the memory of sea of boiling oil cross Vikram's mind, one of the people restraining suddenly loosened his grip, abruptly trying to get away, screaming as he went. Vikram looked to another and thought of the red-hot iron crown, and he also recoiled, trying to claw a crown from his head. Any torture he could remember from his dreams he could inflict on another, or at least the sense-memory of it.

Now free from those dragging him down, Vikram rose, chest heaving, head still coruscating with red flames, claws scoring the floor of the hab-block. His eyes darted around, looking for Komal but not seeing her. The door to the hab-block still swaying on its hinges seemed to indicate where she'd gone. Stepping over the bodies of those who sought to trap him, Vikram picked up the disk again and made for the door.

Before stepping out into Pahalagufa proper, Vikram again heard his mother's voice. “Let go of me, I don't care, he is still my son!” Bhairavi rushed to her son's side. “Vikram, please, do not follow her. If people see you like this, they will call the police.”

“Mother,” Vikram said with a voice like green wood popping in a bonfire. “I hope they do.” He reached up his clawed hand and cradled the side of his mother's head, then inflicted the Hell of Bamboo Skewers on her, leaving her clutching her fingers in agony on the floor of the hab-block.

[devilishlyhandsome123]

Peter Pan retold: Andy as Peter Pan and Hero as his right hand man

Straight on til Morning

Warning! ⚠️ 18+ . by now, if you follow my page, you know I like to write smut that's dark and gritty. This Peter Pan fanfiction will be no different. Mention of reverse Harem, sharing (threesome), choking, oral, fingering, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, candle play, etc.

As you may know, I write long fanfics as well. So, summary: you had a ceremony that binded you to Andy (peter) and Hero (Rufio). You have been on Neverland with them for a year and have acquired hungers for them that they refused to give into until you declared yourself theirs. You were allowed to play with the Lost Boys while they watched, but they refused to touch you. Tonight that changes.

Buckle up and enjoy! And if you're new here, welcome to the dark side.

Andy and Hero left you alone in your room after the ceremony that declared you theirs. You have been waiting a year for this night. They drove you nuts in refusing to touch you, but allowed you to be gang banged by the lost boys as they watched. Smoke always curling in front of Andy as he smoked his cigarette and Hero always nursing a bourbon. Both their eyes would burn into your soul. You had hoped that letting the Lost Boys slam their cocks into every hole would invite them to break their rules, but they never budged. Tonight was the night that you got them both in every way you could imagine. Your body shook with anticipation as you washed. You were nervous and excited and aroused. You stomach was doing summersaults.

You climb out of the bath and oil your body and hair. You kneel on the floor with your eyes forward waiting for them to come in. You pant as a knock sounds on your door.

"Come in." You say softly through pants.

Both men come through the door. Andy wearing his black slacks, white button up (now unbuttoned a few), and suspenders. Hero has on black slacks, a black button up, and a black jacket. Your face flushes with arousal and you take in their forms. They both smile.

"My Darling. You look beautiful." Hero says.

"She even braided her hair and is kneeling like we asked. Such a good girl." Andy says, his eyes burning into you.

Hero licks and bites his lip and he walks around you, taking in your naked form. Andy stops in front of you, looking you over. You can see them both deciding what they want to do to you. Andy lights a cigarette and sits in his chair.

"Hero, why don't you warm her up for us?" Andy says in a deep rumble.

You wiggle and mewl at the request. Andy liked to watch, but you knew once he dove in that your world would be rocked twice over. You've seen him ravish one of the sirens down at the lagoon after watching you be torn apart by the lost boys.

Hero stands in front of you. The candlelight flickering over his gorgeous face. "Undress me darling." His english accent made you weak in the knees, but you stand and start removing his jacket. Your hands slowly moving over the material that cover his chest and shoulders. He watches you as you toss his jacket aside and work on unbuttoning his shirt. You tug it from his slacks. You lick your lips and rub your hands up his chest in the same fashion you did with his jacket. Darkness flashes in his eyes and you kiss him once, over his heart, as you remove his shirt and toss it with his jacket.

When you turn back to him, the darkness has covered the irises in his eyes. They are jet black now. His hand reaches out to you, he wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you into a hungry kiss. His hand travels down to your pussy and he strokes you and then plunges two fingers in you. You moan into his mouth and put your hands on his shoulders. He gets you so close to orgasming, even flicking your bundle of nerves with his thumb a few times. But he doesn't let you finish. Hero pulls his fingers out of you and quickly shoves you to the ground on to your knees. You look up at him in surprise and whine.

"Be a good girl. Pull me out and fuck me with your mouth." He says as he licks his fingers clean.

"Wait." Andy says. He gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the top drawer and pulls out an anal plug. "Stand up and bend over. Hero, remove your own pants and lay on the bed under her."

Your body gets covered in chills and your eagerness shows in the smile you give Andy. You let Hero lay down and then you bend over him. You spread your legs slightly for Andy. He rubs the plug over your dripping pussy. He gets it wet with your juices and plays with your asshole, pushing it ever so slightly until you fully relax. You take Hero into your mouth and suck him all the way into your throat as Andy pushes one final time and your body sucks in the plug. You moan around Heros cock and his hands shook into your hair.

"Careful love, you might undo me right now with that kind of behavior." He says.

You look up at him as you take him in and out of your mouth. You watch as Hero's face transforms with pleasure. Andy starts rubbing his hands up and down your legs and rear, bumping into the plug. You didn't realize he was behind you still. He was kneeling on the floor with his face inching toward your pussy. He lets out a hot breath over your skin and you clench. He smiles and his crystal blue eyes flash before he plunges his tongue in you. You moan around Hero again, that makes him moan out. You feel Andy smile and then the hums against you. The sensation is heavenly. Hero chuckles as you stop bobbing, him deep in your throat, and your eyes roll back into your head. Andy now has his fingers splayed across the plug and his thumb inside you rubbing your walls. Between that and feeling him push and rub against the plug, your body heats up. A climax coming all too quick.

Andy feels it and pulls away from you completely. He pulls you off of Hero before you can make him climax.

"A little denial cool down. Hero is going to stay where he is, but you will stand before me. I want you so ravenous for us that you detach from your body." He says.

You can feel your thighs becoming slick with your arousal and your head spins. You are already so ravenous for them from not getting to touch them sexually for a year.

"Andy, please?" You coo. "I want to devour you both. To be used to your hearts content. I want you both to release yourselves inside of me. Please?"

Andy gives you a look.

Your heart races and you want nothing more that for his hands to be all over you, for him to be buried inside of you, your bodies touching in every way they can. But he walks to a candle and pulls it from the holder.

"Lay next to Hero." He says. You scamper to the bed and do as your told.

Hero is slowly stroking himself and once you are laying, he puts his face right next to yours. He licks and nips at your neck. Andy stands on your other side and begins slowly pouring hot wax over your skin. Your back arches and you have no idea what to do with yourself. You grip the bedsheets and Andy continues once you are flat again. He pours down your belly and on your thighs and dangerously close to your pussy. You reach your hand out to try and undo Andy's trousers and he slaps your hand away. You growl at him.

"Be a good girl. Climb on top of Hero, he can have your first orgasm." He says. Your eyes wide in surprise. But you do as your told.

You climb on top of Hero and let him slowly slip inside of you. You can feel him touch every inch of you and the plug intensifies the feeling. You take every inch of him and stop as soon as he is buried deep in you. He tries to pull out and give friction but you clench around him and shake your head.

"Please, let me please you." You say.

His hands rest on your hips and some of the wax flakes off. You begin to rock against him and twirl your hips ever so slightly. It doesn't take long for you both to start panting. You let out a loud moan and begin to bounce on Hero. Your breasts catch his attention as they bounce with you. He puts his hands over them, rubbing your nipples. It sends a shock straight to your clit. He puts his thumb on your bundle of nerves as you start bouncing faster and clench around him. You moan loudly and he pants and growls. You know your close, the orgasm burning in your walls. Andy steps up behind you and tugs on the plug. Hero grabs your hips and starts violently slamming into you. Once Andy pulls the plug out, you scream and convulse as you ride your orgasm. Hero doesn't stop slamming into you and rubbing your clit. You feel the burn come back immediately and panic. Andy tells you to relax and once you let go, Hero pulls out of you. You soak him with your juices as your whole body locks up in pure bliss.

Andy pushes you back on top of Hero. But doesn't let either of you move. He lines himself up and pushes into your asshole. You feel so full, you might explode! You lay your head back on to Andy's shoulder and he kisses you as they both pump in and out of you. You feel your body shaking again and moan into Andy's mouth. He brings his hand up around your throat, he doesn't choke you, but he applies a slight pressure. Hero's hands explore your legs and hips. The feelings are almost too much and your let a few tears fall as you continue to moan at their motions.

Hero starts to lose pace. Andy pulls away from your kiss and pushes you down to kiss Hero. At the sudden change in movement, Hero spasms and moans his release into your mouth and you feel him pulse inside of you. Andy still strokes in and out of you, but slowly. Finally, he stops and pulls out of you. He pulls you off of Hero and motions Hero to follow him to wash up. You're confused as to why they are leaving you. But they both come back out after a moment.

Hero lays back down on the bed and Andy lays you on your side facing him. He curls up behind you, still very erect.

"I'm not done with you yet Darling." He rumbles in your ear.

"Mmmmm." Is all you can muster.

Andy's arms are wrapped around you and he inserts himself into your dripping pussy. You moan loudly as he strokes you in a different angle. He kisses along your shoulder and Hero claims your mouth with his. Your climax quickly builds with the slow thrusts coming from Andy and his hands gripping your breasts. You feel him falter and Hero puts his fingers on your clit. The room starts to glow as fairies come out of the walls. They land all over the three of you and start kissing and licking your sweat slickened skin. You are shaking again as your climax nears, stars dancing in your eyes. Between the fairies, Hero rubbing your clit and Andy slowly losing his rhythm under you and whispering in your ear about how good of a girl you are and how good you feel, you dive over the edge as your body releases a wave of energy. You feel Andy's release at the same time and you both send a shock wave of light through the room. The fairies take off back into the walls and Hero's eyes go wide.

"Did you two just....?" His words fall away as we come back to our bodies.

"What. Was. That?" You say in between pants.

"You two did just do that. Huh? I've only ever seen that once in my whole life! So cool!" Hero ranted on. He jumped out of the bed with a huge smile on his face. "I'm gunna go shower. Andy, explain that to her will ya?" Hero took off toward the bathroom.

Andy pulls out of you, your juices leak out and it sends shivers through you. You roll over and face him, looking at him with confusion.

"What was that?" You ask again.

He looks at you lovingly and you melt into his embrace as he pulls you close to him. His fingers trailing up and down your back.

"That my dear, was our claim on each other. Our bodies, our souls, our minds, our hearts, every living cell in our bodies just claimed each other. It's so rare." He says.

"What does that mean for Hero? Can we still have him? We had a ceremony claiming each other." You say almost panicked.

"Shh shh shh. Don't worry. He is still yours and you are still his. But we have been mated through our bond. It cannot be undone. Think of it like being in a wolf pack. You and I are now Alpha and Luna."

Your heart soars. You felt your heart and soul tug more for Andy but you had a hunger for Hero you couldn't let go of too. You are filled with a happiness as you come to understand that you get to keep them both. You snuggle into Andy and relax. He pets your hair.

You feel the bed dip moments later as Hero joins you. He curls up behind you and puts an arm around you and Andy. You have never felt so comfortable and safe than you do right now, wrapped up in your two favorite lost boys.

[twstedrabbithole]

The Rabbit Hole

You were just chasing what seemed to be a small white rabbit, but you somehow found yourself falling down a large and twisting rabbit hole. Fortunately you landed on the floor softly, which confused you.

You looked around your surroundings, seeing the ground tiled in pink and the walls in completely different colors from each other. The furniture was scattered about, all in different fashions of each other.

"Oh a guest!" A soft voice exclaimed, causing you to gasp in shock as a figure quickly approached you. "Oh how wonderful! Wonderful indeed!"

"Come on then! Come on! Let's have a nice chat!" She grabbed your arm and quickly rushed you into one of the chairs at a large table. "I haven't had anyone stumble into my rabbit hole in quite a long time! Though I suppose that's to be expected of the new hotshot in that old dusty college!"

You tilted your head in confusion, she knew of you?

"Why of course hotshot! How can no one know of the magic less student?! Say where's that monster raccoon of yours? I wanted to pet him like I used to with me old gal Cocoa!" The girl looked around, allowing you to see her white rabbit ears from under her large hat. As well as her big fluffy rabbit tail from the sudden movements see was doing. "Oh right! We're supposed to be chatting haha! Silly me! Let me fetch something for ya!"

The next second she was rushing down the suddenly appeared corridor, with many doors and paintings scattering the walls. When you blinked she was already rushing back with a large tray. She slammed the the tray onto the table, surprisingly not making a mess.

"Take your pick! Anything you want is yours! I can gladly get more if you want as well!!" The rabbit eared woman smiled, tilting her head as she waited for you to grab something from the tray.

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[toomanyfandoms02]

Halloween // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Another Story based on a gif/picture! (Hope this is kinda what you were thinking @aberrant-annie )

Summary - It's the first year that y/n and Matthew are a couple, and he insists that they have a couples costume for an upcoming party.

Word count - 2.5k

Gif courtesy of @nationgubler

It was that time of year again. The time where Matthew got impossibly excited, wore tremendously weird costumes, and snuck up behind me an ungodly amount of times.

Halloween.

Now you may be thinking, 'Halloween is a fun and *normal* time of year for many families!' But you only think that because you haven't met my boyfriend Matthew.

Now let's give a little background on the weirdo that is my best friend.

Matthew Gray Gubler is an actor, author, filmmaker, illustrator, fashion model, and painter. But what they don't put on his google search profile is that, before all, he is a Halloween Enthusiast.

He and I have been best friends for over 8 years, and every single one of those years he has effortlessly dragged me into any kind of spooky shenanigan that he could. This was the first year of the 8 that we are a couple, so he decided, in a fit of glory as he put it, that we *needed* a couple's costume this year for the Criminal Minds cast Halloween party. I was 100% down for this idea, but boy, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into by agreeing to it so easily. So let's go back to where this whole ordeal began.

The day was October 15th, and I was sitting blindfolded in the passengers seat of Matthew's car.

"Where the hell are we going?" I giggled, flailing my arms around the car, blindly looking for the trail mix I left in his car the day before. He grabbed my wrist, leading it down to the cupholder and putting my hand on the bag. He knew me too well.

"It's a surprise, obviously, just know it has to do with Halloween." He grabbed my hand and placed a gentle kiss to the top of it.

"Doesn't everything have to do with Halloween with you?"

"Maybe." He laughed.

We were in the car for around 15 minutes, all the while I jammed out to a mix of songs I loved and goofy Halloween themed songs. Matthew had made a playlist of the two as a compromise.

I heard the car click into park and listened as Matthew left the car and walked to my side, opening the door and leading me out.

"When will I be able to see again? This whole blind thing is not for me." He laughed at my remark, looping his arm through mine so he could lead me to what I could only assume was my death. That's when I heard it, the all too familiar laugh of a clown.

Here we go.

Without the notice of my lovely boyfriend I whipped my hand up to my head, removing the black cloth that covered my eyes, I only heard a squeak of protest from him before I saw 'The Haunted Jail' before me.

"Of course." I rolled my eyes in a playful manner, unhooking myself from his arm. "So, why are we here."

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could get some couple costume ideas from here. It's the jails doubles night so two workers tag team on a costume." He gestured wildly with his hands towards the sign that read *Doubles night! Couples get a 15% discount tonight*. I shook my head in amusement.

"Alright, let's go."

After walking through the 3 story building, we came out with a nice list of ideas for scary couples costumes. This consisted of :

•Beetlejuice

•Pupetmaster and puppet

•Purge

•Wedding gone wrong

•Twisted Alice and Mad Hatter

Then we just had to come to a decision, and soon.

We then sat in the car on our way home to dig out more decorations from the attic. Our house from the inside looked like someone had gotten murdered. There were giant floor and window stickers that resembled blood, fake knives everywhere, and caution tape. This all paired with the tape in the shape of a body on the ground near our fridge. But Matthew had so graciously pointed out that we needed to decorate the outside like we were a haunted house.

He was currently up in our creepy ass attic as I stood with crossed arms at the end of the rickety ladder that led up there. He popped his head out of the little square hole, wearing a jason mask. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head with the smallest smile.

"I'm gonna hand some boxes down to you." I heard him say behind the muffling mask.

The first box held large organized strings of orange LEDs and hooks to set them up on. The next box was filled with fake webs and the next was a huge box. I set it on the ground, prying it open to reveal giant spiders with tacky red eyes and long fangs.

"Are we gonna have these bad boys climbing the ivy outside?" He popped from the attic in a new, mask. A werewolf one I assumed.

"Yep!" He lightly set another box in my hands. "I hate the smell of these masks," He ripped the mask off, revealing his unruly hair and squinting eyes from the new amount of light. "why do I keep buying them?" It made my heart melt, messy hair Gubler was my favorite Gubler.

We dragged all of the boxes outside and decorated for what seemed like 6 hours, it was way harder work than what you would expect. We ended up with 2 giant spiders hung on the ivy, 1 crawling up the porch, and 2 more on the roof. The webs we had were strung everywhere, but the 'main web', as Matthew called it, was across the porch. We had LEDs lighting up most of the outside of our house, it made it look like a constant sunset, or constantly living in a horror movie. Whatever floats your boat. And lastly, we had bloody tomb stones scattered in the yard with fake hands reaching up at the sky through the ground.

Then it was October 16th. I had woken up groggily, feeling the bed beside me for Matthew, but only touching the soft white sheets. The time was 9:47 am and the sun was bleeding through the curtains. My legs hung over the bed as my limbs stretched, pulling down a shirt that was much to large for me *probably because it wasn't mine*. As soon as I stepped out of my bedroom I was met with a scream mask.

"**Morning!**" This made me scream.

"Damnit Matthew Gray! Christ, will the scaring ever end?" I say this but of course, it was really one of my favorite things about him.

"Not until Christmas." He replied with a cocky smile, kissing me softly. I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss and trying to make him take the hint. He pulled away swiftly. "I would *love* to continue doing this." He ran his hands down my arms and to my hips. "But I made you breakfast and eggs are better warm." He squeezed my hip and gently pushed me toward the kitchen.

Over breakfast we discussed what we were going to go as for the party. We came to the conclusion that doing purge killers would be the most fun. Now all we had to do was get the costumes.

So we left around 1 for Party City. The place had a surprisingly small amount of people, considering the time of year. However there was one girl in there that kept sneaking looks at Matthew. She was standing near some children's costumes. I quickly found out why when a kid came running up with an Alice and Wonderland costume. Shaking it profusely at her mom. The woman kneeled down to her size and gestured towards Matthew. I scrunched my face up.

*What was she telling her?*

Matthew had kept walking and I swiftly caught up with him in the mask aisle. As soon as I got there, the small girl I had just saw was tugging at his orange pumpkin T-Shirt.

"Hi! My mommy said she's a big fan of you on crimimal minds." I giggled a bit. She waved him down to her level, and he gladly came down to listen. "I think she might have a crush on you." I could hear her whisper. He looked back at me expectantly, I just smiled with a shrug. I wasn't much of the jealous type, Matthew was *extremely* loyal, I trusted him with my life. I shooed him towards the woman. He stood and waved at her, gesturing her over and backing up to be by me. I was trying to be inconspicuous and look at the masks. But clearly my lovely boyfriend had a different idea.

"Hi! What's your name?" He asked with a famous million dollar grin.

"A-ashley." She stood for a second, silently staring at him. "I'm sorry, I obviously didn't expect to be seeing you. I'm a just huge fan of yours. And it doesn't help that you are way cuter in person." She smiled shyly, hugging her daughter to her side. Matthew smiled politely but quickly snaked his arm around my hip. I turned to her with the kindest smile I could. I could see realization dropping from her eyes to the red tips of her ears.

"Well you obviously know I'm Matthew. This is my girlfriend, y/n." I leaned into him slightly. Me and Matthew hadn't exactly gone *public*. So it was an honest mistake that she wouldn't know we were together. But to be fair, we weren't hiding it either. "Would you like a picture by the way?" That seemed to distract her enough to knock her out of her clearly petrified trance.

"Yes! A million times yes!"

"I'll take it for you." I grabbed the phone she held out with a slightly tense smile. We took a few pictures and said our goodbyes as she checked out an left. We got back to looking at masks.

"Did you see her face when I grabbed your hips? I kinda live for that look." I smacked his arm playfully.

"The poor girl, she just flirted with you in front if your *girlfriend*. You petrified her!"

"Well I think you just made her a little jealous." He came behind me, wrapping his arms around my stomach and kissing my shoulders.

"Ok Gubler," I slipped from his grip. "we are in public." He groaned a little and followed me down the aisle. I grabbed the cool LED masks with the X's for eyes and big smiles, the typical Purge ones. I got me a purple one and him a red one. Next stop was fake weapons.

I gazed at all of the weapons on the wall. Machetes, guns, bats, nunchucks, knives, all of it. I then looked over to see my boyfriend squinting and tapping his chin in fake contemplation.

"Oh just grab the knife, I know that's what you wanna get." He whipped it off the wall and gave me a serious look, pointing the sharp styrofoam at me. He tapped it to my nose and couldn't contain his laugh as I looked him in the eyes with the biggest smile I could muster.

"You really know how to break me out of character."

So he did end up buying the styrofoam knife, and I ended up buying a plastic machete. As we left the store, the masks and weapons in hand he nudged me.

"So have you thought of what we are gonna wear?"

"Oh yeah. I already have the outfit, you're gonna love it, mine at least. We still have some spare fake blood at home right?" He narrowed his eyes at me, nodding suspiciously. "Great, then I just have to decorate the shirts." Which is exactly what I did when we got home.

I laid our two white button up's on our asphalt driveway, splattering them with blood. Matthew watched me. Sitting a lawn chair as I covered my hands in the blood and put a few handprints on random parts.

"Can I see the whole outfit you have planned now?" He whined.

"Nope, you have to wait. It's not that far away."

But he had asked me to show him everyday up until today, October 31st, party day. Now here we are, on our way back from a McDonalds run that took a *bit* longer than anticipated and we had a very slight chance of being late. We stumbled into the house and ran to the room.

"Why are we rushing anyway?" I took a pause, catching my breath. "We don't have to be exactly on time anyway." He agreed and we slowed down a bit to get our things together.

"I didn't want to have to rush out after seeing you in costume anyway." He said, slyly reaching into the closet and grabbing our button up's. I grabbed the rest of my things from a plastic bag under my side of the bed. I went to the bathroom and changed. My outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a black cropped tube top, and black knee high socks. Paired with black heeled low-top booties. Then slung over it all was ny open button up. I sheathed my machete behind me and walked out of the bathroom to see Matthew in his bloody shirt and old dress pants and shoes. His giant knife was sheathed in a holster on his side. He ogled at me for a moment, shifting on his feet.

"Holy- wow." He breathed out. I waltzed up to him, unbuttoning a few more buttons and messing his hair to fit the part a bit more. I handed him his mask, with my eyebrows raised. He set it on the bed behind him, cupping my face and bringing me in for a kiss. I ran my hands down his half bare chest and I could feel him smile into the kiss, so I did too, and boy was he a sucker for that. He deepened the kiss and pull me towards him as much as he could, leading his hands lower and lower. Eventually he grabbed my butt a little and I let a giggle slip into the kiss. I parted from him, staring into those honey brown eyes. I felt like a teenager. He had not taken his eyes off me since I left the bathroom.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Alright." He slid he phone from his pocket, snapping a picture of me. What was I gonna do with this man? I grabbed our masks and we headed out.

We were only about 20 minutes late to the party. We turned our LEDs on and entered AJs house, as her door was wide open.

"You guys look *amazing*!" Kirsten gushed. "Especially you y/n. *Damn* do you rock those socks."

"I know right?" He lifted his mask, placing a kiss on my cheek.

The whole night was filled with chugging fun Halloween themed drinks, compliments on our costumes, slipping secret kisses, and quite the photo shoot.

*And man was I in for it when I got home.*

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@spenciereiddd said they wanted tagged in some writing, so here ya go my dude.

[smartzelda]

Okay, first off, I know I said we would start where I left off in Corona, but I need to take a second to recognize something I forgot in Toy Box when rewriting the last post. Yozora.

Sora's "I never looked this good"

And Donald and Goofy like, "He looks kinda like Riku. Must be him."

And the Kingstagram post: "Yozora looks so much like Riku! I have GOT to play this game someday!"

Soriku bro😔👌

Okay, now back to Corona😂

So, where we left off, Gothel took Rapunzel back to the tower, and I'm skipping to Gothel's Rapunzel trap working on Flynn, and Flynn slowly dying

So, starting with Rapunzel, she starts off pretty confident, talking about how she'll run and run and run from Gothel forever, but in one moment, she becomes more submissive

If only she could just use her hair to save him.

Though obviously these are two different feelings going on, we're gonna start with this loose parallel of Rapunzel to Sora, who also in a single moment or from a single event, goes from confident to crying on his knees

If only Sora had his friends to give him the power to drive back the demon hurricane.

And of course, neither Flynn nor Riku will let it be this way. Flynn can't let her give up her dreams and her freedom to save him, and Riku just can't let Sora give up and believe he can't do anything.

["Sora, I believe in you. You won't give up."]

So, what do they do?

Flynn cuts off Rapunzel's hair, condemning himself to death, but saving Rapunzel's life (or at least, right to truly live)

Riku takes a shot at the demon tide, sacrificing himself in hopes of saving Sora's life.

In other words, they do a true love's sacrifice/act of true love

Quick intermission since here is where Gothel becomes the heartless and final boss. I still suck at this boss. It took me an hour or two to beat her. However, this is also when I started abusing shotlocks for the first time, so there's that. Abuse ultima shotlocks, cast magic, time your dodges, and hope whenever you attack you don't get attacked 😂

So, by the time Sora, Donald, and Goofy get up to the tower, I think we're supposed to presume Eugene is nearly dead, but Rapunzel is holding on, not wanting him to die

And of course, Sora desperately reaches for the light, calling for Riku. I guess you could say he's holding onto Riku.

["Riku! Riku, answer me!"]

Rapunzel sings her healing song that talks about reversing time, bringing back "what once was mine", changing "the fates' design, ect, and then her tear drops onto Eugene's face. And so, after both of them risked their own lives in acts of true love, both of them cheat the different deaths which would have been thrust upon them, changing fate's design

In similar fashion, due to what I believe to have been Kairi holding Sora's form together and Riku's act of true love saving Sora's heart, Sora too has cheated death (at least for now), and after reaching for the light, calling for Riku, and flying into it, he goes for Riku's heart first, saves all of his friends (minus Kairi till the light tunnel, though Sora doesn't save her) and not only reverses, but rewrites the destined events to happen in the timeline. I'd say it parallels Rapunzel's healing song, and even though he does save everyone and not just one person, there definitely is something to the fact that he specifically goes for Riku, specifically calls his name, and ends up wresting him from his fate first.

(Don't worry, bro, his heart'll be okay now)

Also, side note: During Rapunzel singing her healing song, she and Eugene confess that the other was their new dream and that just my heart

Bro, Eugene like, "Did I ever tell you... I've got a thing for brunettes?"

He really be the Riku parallel in this scene, don't he😏

Now of course, being me, I can't pass up the next parallel in this world

Sora: Well, if he comes back and tries to bother Rapunzel again, then Flynn will keep her safe.

Donald: Come on. Rapunzel's the tough one, if you ask me.

Flynn: True. But nevertheless, I won't let her out of my sight.

I mean, maybe it's just me, but it seems this parallels Riku wanting to have the strength to protect Sora, attaining that strength, but also being aware that Sora can take care of himself and has his own strength

And of course, this world is ended with a funny sex joke and Flynn getting stared down by Maximus and wet willied by pascal

Since here we're done with the worlds in the first area of gummi space and launched into the next, I'm gonna add that after every world I spend forever in gummi space farming meteorites and occasionally fighting the heartless and some boss battles, and every time I get launched into the next area of gummi space, I get all the treasure planets and the warp zone things too (apparently actual words evade me for both those things today). Legit though, farming meteorites is so helpful in getting synthesis materials you can use for upgrading your keyblades

So next was on to Monstropolis. I don't have much to talk about here.

Sora, Donald, and Goody freaking out over each other's monster forms? Hilarious.

Monster Sora? He will never not be adorable. Same with Boo

The big blue turtletoad unversed are annoying, and ngl, I had to dodge around a lot and play safe so I wouldn't die in like 2 hits.

Both the keyblade forms for Oathkeeper amd the form for Ultima on monster Sora are just so epic!!!

I still hate light rails with a passion.

Poor Sora so tired of dealing with computers thst when Goofy suggests smashing it, he's completely ready

Monstropolis: Randal nearly becomes leather wear before Vanitas saves him

The fact that Sora, Donald, and Goofy talked about Sora's weird kh1 smile and afterwards actually came up with a name for it. "Do the silly face special!" Also, when Monster Sora does it, it's definitely cute compared to the kh1 scene

The final boss unversed still sucked and took me plenty of tries, but I think I did better than my proud run.

YEETUS VANITAS

Ngl, I chanted YEETUS VANITAS cause I knew when it was coming

Poor Vanitas. He just need some love. From what I can tell in kh3, he's probably not hurting like he was in bbs and is less angry, and because there was a hole in his heart, he believed he had to join with Ventus to fill it even though their hearts have grown apart. Vanitas probably needs love to fill that hole

Poor Sora hurting and falling to the ground while Vanitas tells him that Ventus is in his heart

And last but definitely not least! Sora's Kingstagram post on the Vanitas scene where he learns that Ven is in his heart. And at the end of it, after talking about how apparently Ven is in his heart and stuff (I think) he's just like, "Would Riku know?" And the fact that Sora's included Riku in the Kingstagram posts means he was probably thinking about him and the fact he thinks Riku might know these things just... aaaaaaaa brooooo

And now onto Arendelle, home of many a Soriku parallel and where I did a lot of backtracking to save points

[marveloustiming]

Look at the Stars (Part 7/?)

"Show time, a-holes! He'll be here any minute." Peter said.

"Which will be its last." Gamora said as she pumped the gun in her hand.

"I thought your thing was a sword?" Peter questioned.

"We've been hired to stop an inter dimensional beast from feeding on those batteries and I'm going to stop it with a sword?" Gamora looked at him with one of 'are you serious' looks.

"Its just that swords were your thing and guns were mine, but I guess we're both doing guns now. I just didn't know that." Peter shook his head and gave in.

"Drax! Why aren't you wearing one of Rockets Arrowraise?" Gamora asked him.

"It hurts." He replies

"It hurts?"

"I have sensitive nipples." I could hear Rocket cackling beside me. I smiled with him. "My nippled hurt, oh goodness me!" Rocket cackled again. "Quit that! What's he doing?" Drax demanded. "I'm finishing this so we can listen to tunes while we work!" "How is that a priority?" "Blame Quill and Marris! They're the ones who love music so much!"

"No, we actually agree with Drax. That's hardly important right now." I nodded along to Peters words.

"Oh okay. Sure Quill." Rocket replied, and winked weirdly at us. He's always been bad at winking. Its gotten us into trouble many times.

"Seriously. We side with Drax." I said.

"No, I understand that. You're being very serious right now." Rocket kept on horribly winking, not knowing that Drax could very well see what he was doing.

"I can clearly see you winking!" Drax exclaims.

"Dammit. I'm using my left eye?" He said and turned to me.

"Yeah, but you'll get it right one day I'm sure." I said to him. While Groot tried to fight the lizard things that were running around Gamora turned to me.

"Arva? Why don't you have any weapons on you?" She asked and looked me over.

"I am the weapon. But if it makes you feel any better I have a knife in my boot." I smiled at her innocently. She didn't have any to to respond because a giant explosion rocked the sky. A giant hole appeared in the sky and a worm like thing came through. It had giant tentacles on its backside and its head consisted of its eyes and its mouth. The really disturbing thing was that its mouth was a gaping hole and it had hundreds of teeth lining it. "That's intense." I said. And then we all charged forward.

I flew up into the sky and shot streams of fire at at it. Using the earth wasn't an option as the stupid Sovereign didn't want us to damage their property. Water would just make a mess and I didn't want to clean that up. So I stuck to electricity and fire. The thing let out a roar and slammed its tentacle into my stomach. I hit my back onto the ground and rolled back onto my knees. I could see Groot dancing around to the song Mr. Blue Sky by the Electric Light Orchestra.

"Groot, get out of the way! You're going to get hurt!" I boomed at him. He simply waved at me in response. "Hi!" I flew off to the fight again. A few minutes later I could see Groot putting something in his mouth. I was about to go over there and tell him off when Rocket landed behind him. He had that covered.

"Such a violent child." I shouted when I passed Rocket. I saw him grin before he flew off again. I managed to land on the monsters back and shoot dozens of streams of electricity onto its body. It let out a roar, but this one was different. It was one of pain instead of fury. I wasn't able to do it again due to the fact that the thing flung me off, but I would stick that in my brain for later. I landed next to Drax and Gamora. "The beasts hide is to thick to be pierced from the outside! I must cut through it from the inside." Drax said before running off. "Drax no! Wait a minute! Drax!" Both me and Gamora screamed. And then I could see him leap right into the jaws of that horrifying beast.

"What is he doing?" Peter yelled.

"He said that the skin is to thick to be pierced from the outside." Gamora informed him. "What that doesn't make any sense!"

"We know, we tried to tell him that!" I screamed.

"The skin is the same level of thickness from the inside as it is on the outside!" Peter shouted.

"We realize that." Gamora said impatiently.

"There's a cut on its neck! Rocket! Get it to look up!" Peter yelled.

As they made the beast look up I could see the tiny scratch on its neck. As Gamora aimed and tried to shoot, her gun only made a clicking sound, but didn't fire. We looked at each other for a second.

"So, you or me?" I asked. She thought for a second before saying

"Me. You look tired." She said before getting out her sword. She was right of course. My entire body felt sore and I just needed to lay down. I saw her sprint towards the monster and use it's legs as a way up. Her sword hit the beasts wound and her body was dragged back down to the earth, yellow liquid spurting out of the wound. The beast slowed down and eventually landed on to it's side. We all gathered around as Drax's body fell out of the carcass, laughing all the way.

"Yes! I have singlehandedly vanquished the beast!" He shouted and kept laughing. I'm sure he would have gone on longer but Groot threw something at him and hit the side of his head. "What?" He asked.

We all stood by the containment area as we cleaned ourselves up. We took our fancy jet packs off and Drax cleaned all the slime off of him. "What are they called again?" Drax asked.

"Anulax batteries." I responded.

"Harbulary batteries." He said back.

"That is nothing like what she just said. But they're worth thousands of units a piece so the Sovereign hired us to protect them. Careful with what you say around these folks, they're easily offended. The cost of transgression is death." Peter said. And with that warning we all started to walk back down to the throne room.

"We thank you, Guardians, for putting your lives on the line. We could not risk the lives of our own Sovereign citizens. Every citizen is born exactly as designed by the community. Impeccable both physically and mentally. We control the DNA of our by determining them in birthing pods." The high priestess says. She was so stuck up that I almost threw up. Not literally of course.

"I guess I prefer to make people the old fashioned way." Peter says. I suppressed a groan and instead went for rolling my eyes.

"Well, perhaps someday you can give me a history lesson in the archaic ways of our ancestors. For academic purposes." I set my eyes straight forward and hoped this would be over soon.

"I would be honored, yes, in the name of research. I think that could be pretty, uh, repulsive,I'm not into that kind of casual -" With a glare from me he had changed his sentence until Gamora, amazing, wonderful Gamora, had interrupted him.

"Oh please. Your people promised something in exchange for our services. Bring it and we shall gladly be on our way." The High Priestess motioned for her people to bring something. Two people came out of a different part of the palace and one was shoved harshly onto the ground. The person's hood was yanked off to reveal Nebula, Gamora's sister and the one I had fought when we took down Ronan.

"Family reunion! Yay!" Peter said. I smiled a little bit at that.

"I understand she is your sister." The High Priestess says.

"She is worth no more to me than the bounty for her on Xandar." Gamora yanked her sister up by the arm.

"Our soldiers apprehended her attending to steal the batteries. Do with her as you please." The High Priestess says. As Gamora and Nebula walked off, Peter started to speak.

"We thank you High Priestess Iasha."

"What is your heritage Mr. Quill?" She stopped him.

"My mother is from earth." Peter replied.

"And your father?"

"Came from Missouri! That's all I know."

"I see within you an unorthodox genealogy. A hybrid that seems particularly... reckless." "You know, they told me that you people were conceited douchebags, but that isn't true at all!" Rockets voice piped up. I looked down to see him winking. With the wrong eye. I heard everybody in the room gasp. "Oh, shit I'm using my wrong eye again aren't I? I'm sorry that was meant to be behind your back." I grabbed his collar and lifted him up before walking out of the room. "You're going to get yourself killed." I scolded. He only snorted before whispering,

"You wanna buy some batteries?" He opened up his bag to reveal Anulax batteries that he stole. My eyes widened before a grin took over my face and Drax laughed loudly.

"Oh yeah, cause I totally have the units for that." I whispered back. Rocket tried to shush Drax as we walked towards to the ship.

We turned on some music and started up the ship. "Alright! Let's get to Xandar and collect that bounty!" Rocket said. We flew away from the Soveriegn in a peaceful bubble. The sun was setting, the beautiful city was to our back, and good music was playing.

"That stuff about my father. Who does she think she is?" Peter said to me.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like talking about that." I replied

"I mean, I'm fine with talking about him, I just don't know who he is. Sorry if it seemed like I was flirting with the High Priestess. I wasn't."

" I don't care if you are. You can flirt with whoever you want."

"Well I feel like you do care. That's why I'm apologizing."

"Arva! I need your help with something." Rocket said as he stood in the doorway of the room. I got up and passed Drax on my way out. Little did I know Rocket and Peter were having a glare off behind me.

"You coming Rocket?" I called back as I didn't hear his footsteps behind me. "Yep."

As we were walking though the alarms started to ring. "This is weird. We got a Soveriegn fleet approaching from the rear." Peter said. "Why would they do that?" Gamora questioned. "Oh, because Rocket stole some of their batteries." Drax said. "Dude!" Came Rockets protest. "Right. He didn't steal some of those. I don't know why they're after us. What a mystery this is." Drax tried to recover. I let out a yelp as they started to fire. "What were you thinking?" Peter yells. "Dude, they were really easy to steal!" "That's your defense?" Gamora says. "Come on! You saw how that High Priestess talked down to us. I'm teaching her a lesson!" I listened to their conversation idly as I played with a rubber band. "Did you know about this Arva?" I looked up fearfully as Gamora snapped at me. "Please don't drag me into this." I whispered. My body jerked as the ship was hit. "What's the the nearest habitable planet?" Peter asks quickly. "Its called Berhert." Gamora informs him. "How many jumps." "Only one. But the access point is 47 clicks away. And you have to go through that quantum asteroid field." Peter takes a sharp turn into the asteroid field, the whole sovereign fleet following us. Ignoring Rocket and Peters arguing, I watched the asteroids flying around us. "Stop it." I snapped at them. "Quill, later on tonight, you're gonna be laying down in your bed and there's going to be something squishy in your pillow case. And you're gonna be like 'What's this?' And its gonna be because I put a turd in there!" Rocket snarls. "You put your turd in my bed, I shave you." Peter threatens back. "It wont be my turd. It'll be Drax's." Rocket states. Drax burst out laughing at this before saying, "I have famously huge turds."

I rolled my eyes at them. As Rocket and Peter fought for control over the ship, an asteroid hit the wing of the ship and sent us reeling. As they fought to regain control of the ship, Groot went flying before Peter caught him and sent Groot back to me. "Hey buddy." I said as I set him on my shoulder. "Idiots!" I heard Nebula scream from the back of the ship. "Well, that's what you get when Quill flies." Rocket says in response. "Rocket!" I snarled as Gamora threw something at him. "We still have a Sovereign craft behind us." Gamora says. "Our weapons are down!" Said Quill a second later. "Twenty clicks to the jump!" Gamora called out. Drax tapped my shoulder as a signal to move over. I complied and watched as he kneeled between Rocket and Peter. He grabbed something and walked to the back of the ship. "Arva?" Gamora said and gave me a pleading look. I sighed and got up as well. "I'll make sure he doesn't do anything dumb." I said. "...alone." I muttered as I walked off, knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to stop him, as stubborn as he was. "What are we doing?" I asked as walked in. "We're going to destroy that ship." He replied, knowing he wasn't going to be able to stop me either. I didn't bother putting a suit on, as it would just get in the way.

We both jumped out of the ship at the same time. We were quickly met by the ship firing at us. At the same time as Drax yells "Die, spaceship!" We fired our weapons. Before his gun exploded the ship, I had managed to tear it apart. I had been working on being able to control metals instead of just dirt and plants. And I have to say, it was coming along pretty damn nicely. But just as felt relief course through me hundreds of ships appeared on either did of us. That relief turned into absolute fear. I started pushing out electricity from my body to create a shield around me and Drax to protect us from heavy fire. I kept pushing after that, trying to make it expand all around the ship. Before I could get more then halfway, though, all of the ships around us exploded. Finally we made it jump point and made it through. The ship gave a jerk as it caught on fire. I could hear Drax yelling beside me as we were flung about. I limited our shield to just me and Drax as parts of the ship were torn away by the wind. For a second I felt the cable that tied me to the ship snap and I let put a scream. Just at last second Gamora snatched the end of the cord and pulled me back. The weight of both me and the cord became to much for her and she was tugged out of the ship, but not before grabbing the edge of it. I expanded my shield to her just as we hit the trees. The ship cleared the way for us, but it didn't stop me and Drax from hitting each and every tree we passed. Although it felt strange, it didn't actually hurt us the way it should have. Finally the ship came to a stop, and its lights sputtered out. The wing of the ship fell of and scared off some birds as I lay there, exhausted.

Drax was laughing beside me, seemingly unfazed. I didn't know how. I felt drained, although that might have just been from me using my powers. Although I was getting better, I had never expanded my shield that much or torn apart that much metal. Putting those two things together and you could see why that exhausted me. It had taken years for me to master everything else. "That was awesome!" Drax shouts "Yes!" He pounded his fist on the ground while laughing. "Look at this! Where's the other half of our ship?" Gamora snarled. We were all standing in a circle while Gamora yells at us. Everybody seemed all right, tired, but all right. "My ship." Peter said unnecessarily. "Either one of you could have gotten us through that field... Had you flown with what's between your ears instead of what's between between your legs!" She finished before walking off. "If what's between my legs had a hand on it, I guarantee this ship with it." Peter said. "Peter, we almost died because of your arrogance." I continued for Gamora. "More like because he stole the Anulax batteries!" Peter pointed a finger at Rocket. "They're called Harbulary batteries." Drax corrected. I drew in a breath and closed my eyes for a second. "No they're not!" Peter yelled. "Do you know why I did it, Star-Munch?" Rocket asked. "I'm not going to answer to Star-Munch." Peter mumbles back. "I did it because I wanted to!"

"Dick."

"What are we even talking about this for?" Rocket demands "We just had a little man save us by blowing up fifty ships!"

"How little?" Drax asks him. "Well, I don't know, like this?" Rocket made a gesture with his hands to show us how little and then I felt tired all over again. "A little one inch man saved us?" I questioned as I put my hands on my hips. "Well if he got closer, I'm sure he would be much larger." Rocket replies. "That's how eyesight works, you stupid raccoon." Peter says. "Peter!" I turned to him as Rocket yelled at him.

"Don't call me a raccoon!" Rocket snarls.

"I'm sorry. I took it to far. I meant trash panda." I bit back a grin as Rocket turns to me.

"Is that better?"

I shook my head softly as Peter says "Its worse, its so much worse!"

"You son of a..." Rocket snarls before leaping at Peter.

"Hey!" "I've had it with you!" "No, back up!"

I ignored their bickering for a second to look up at the sky as I noticed Nebula doing the same. I saw a ship flying towards us. "Someone followed us through the jump point." Everybody immediately got their weapons ready. We formed a back to back circle formation as the ship landed, which in all honesty, looked like an egg. I could see two shadowy figures through one of the windows. As the window opened and two people walked out, I leveled my hands at them.

"After all these years, I've found you." The man said.

"And who the hell are you?" Peter replied.

"I figured my rugged looks would make that obvious. I'm your dad Peter."