#[[Apologies this took me forever to post! I completely forgot I had this on drafts!!!]]

[minds-interlinked]

@cc-mha-plus-ultras asked: "I would stop running, if I knew there was a chance." // (my) Tenya to (your) Momo Within Temptation : The Heart of Everything ... sentence starters

"But overexerting yourself is hardly a better option. You need to rest up before you cause permanent damage." Momo reasoned, reaching out a hand to Tenya's shoulder. "We'll figure out another way to handle all of this, okay? I don't want you hurting yourself."

[mewtwowarrior]

Under the Keep Reading is a janky fanfic that got way away from me and contains spoilers for Tron: Legacy and Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance.

I’ve been on a Tron kick lately and yesterday I was reading about the Tron: Legacy world in Dream Drop Distance and came across something that struck me as so fascinating, I had to write about it.

Apparently, at one point in the game, Clu offers to trade Sora Rinzler in exchange for the Keyblade. Sora, of course, says no, but it got me to thinking...

Things to keep in mind:

-I haven’t played Kingdom Hearts in forever and I haven’t started Dream Drop Distance yet, things will definitely be wrong. I read a little bit more, and I know things don’t play out even partially like I’ve written them, but I loved my original idea so much I had to keep it.

-I haven’t seen anything Tron in forever, except for playing some of Tron: Evolution lately, so character voices are probably super wrong

-Ark’s just a placeholder name for now, I don’t have a dedicated Kingdom Hearts OC, except for generic self insert nonsense, so I just put in my Tron OC’s name because it fits.

-Probably need to tweak some of Ark’s dialogue, I don’t really have a solid personality for her yet, but it started coming out as I was writing more of the story.

-I’m not completely happy with parts of this, but overall, I think it’s okay. It needs a better beginning (possibly going back in the past more and fleshing things out) and a better/actual ending (I’m not sure how to resolve the conflict just yet).

-I don’t know what happened here, the story got away from me, I had a rough outline last night, and when I started writing it, details kept coming up more.

-I’ve been wanting to write something about Rinzler for a few days now and this is what I finally hit on as working.

-I probably need to go back and most of the italics I was intending to be there, I wrote it in Notepad, so I didn’t have that option and forgot about it when posting, whoops.

-I feel like I should somehow apologize for this, so I’m sorry.

Part 1/Prequel 1st Draft

Part 2/Original 1st Draft (You are here)

Part 3/Finish 1st Draft

All Combined Revision 1

All Combined Revision 2

All Combined Revision 3

All Combined Revision 4

Circuitous Pathways (Final)

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Even though this world was different, he was different, Ark had recognized her dear friend.

The problem was, he didn't recognize her at all.

She had called out to him and had hurried closer, but he had walked on by like she wasn't even there.

It had taken some time, but she had finally started getting to the bottom of this mystery.

Someone named Clu had taken over The Grid and seemed to have something to do with the transformation of her friend.

For some reason, he had approached Ark, her friend at his side.

He called him Rinzler.

She knew his name as Tron.

Clu had a solution, because he also had a problem, one that only Ark could solve.

"I've been watching you as you traveled The Grid. Your Keyblade is capable of some amazing things, isn't it?" He gestured to the weapon she had in hand, a movement that made her grip tighter to it.

"There's a...door, that I need open, your Keyblade can do that." He tilts his head ever so slightly, "You have something I want, and I have something you want, right?" He casually gestured towards Rinzler.

"I'll give you Rinzler in exchange for your Keyblade. That way, everybody gets what they want. It's a simple deal."

Clu changes his stance, putting both hands behind his back as he patiently waits for her response.

Ark gasps at the offer, it's one of great magnitude. She was chosen to weild the Keyblade, to fight the darkness and put things right. It wasn't something you gave away lightly.

But, Tron was her friend, and something was wrong with him. He needed her help, and that was something that needed put right.

Before she can consider the offer, Ark has one question, "How do I know you'll keep up your end of the deal."

Clu smirked in response, "I control The Grid and everyone who lives in it. If I wanted to, I could take your Keyblade by force. But, that would cause a lot of trouble and likely the loss of a lot of Programs. I'd much rather skip all of that and make a deal that would save us both the time and trouble. The fact that I haven't already made a move for it should be trust enough."

That wasn't exactly a comforting answer, but it was all that Ark got.

What did he need the Keyblade for? She had a feeling that he wouldn't be forthcoming with the answer, he had already been vague about it. But, it likely wasn't good.

But, could he even use the Keyblade? You had to be chosen for it, right? Plus, he wouldn't know how to use it, at least, not at first. And, he hadn't bargained for Keyblade lessons, just the Keyblade itself. She knew a few of the Keyblade's tricks, in face, there was one that might come in handy for this exact situation...

Ark looked down at her Keyblade, while in the grand scheme of things, she was a rather new Keyblade wielder, but she and it had been through a lot together. How many Heartless had she slain? How many worlds had she helped? What did her future as a Keyblade wielder look like?

She glanced to both Clu and Rinzler, Clu waiting for her answer, and Rinzler standing there cold and motionless, nothing at all like the Tron she remembered.

That was enough to make her waver.

Ark's decision was made before she had realized it herself. She had to save her friend, there wasn't any other choice she could make.

However, she had a plan, and, if it worked, then maybe everything would be okay after all.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tightening her grip on her Keyblade for the last time.

Ark exhaled and swung her Keyblade up so that she could hold it in both hands, feeling its weight and presence and taking a moment to remember everything that they had been through together.

The moments she takes are quiet and reverent, she's solemn as she takes it all in.

Finally, she looks to Clu with tears starting to well up in her eyes. She knows what she has to say, but the words won't come out.

Clu meets her gaze, "Have you made your decision?"

Ark can only close her eyes and give the slightest of nods.

"Very well." Clu reaches over and takes off Rinzler's Identity Disc. He taps a few things and makes a few changes before attaching it back to his back.

Rinzler himself walks over and turns around to stand next to Ark.

Clu gestures to them both, "Rinzler is yours now, he will only answer to you."

He then holds his hand out to Ark, "Now, for your end of the deal."

Ark gasps softly, she didn't think it would go this quickly, she hadn't even been sure who would make the first move. At this very moment, she had both Tron and her Keyblade, she could make a run for it.

But, a deal was a deal.

And, if Clu was right and he controlled the whole Grid, she wouldn't get far without her Keyblade, even with Tron fighting for her.

Trembling, she adjusted her grasp on her Keyblade so that she was holding the blade in both of her hands and offering the hilt out. She clings to it for one final moment before lowering it to rest right above Clu's outstretched hand.

There's no such hesitation on Clu's part.

He grabs the Keyblade and carefully takes it out of Ark's hands, she gasps and flinches as he does so.

Clu holds the Keyblade up, admiring it, "Magnificent. It's even more impressive than I had realized." With a swift motion, he holds it down at his side, seemingly already comfortable with the weapon.

"Now that our transaction is done, I have things I need to attend to. You're both free to go." He quickly turns and strides off, no longer concerned with either of them.

Ark stands there in shock, never keeping her eyes off the Keyblade, until both it and its wielder are long out of sight.

Finally, she manages to look over at Rinzler, her dear friend she had just sacrificed so much for.

Was it worth it?

Before she had given up the Keyblade, her answer had easily been yes. But, now that the Keyblade was gone, she felt its loss as an ache. There was a part of her missing that was now in the hands of someone else. Someone who would likely do a lot of bad with it.

Tron was safe, yes. Or, Rinzler was. The Tron that she knew didn't seem to be anywhere under that cold black mask. Would she be able to restore his memories?

But, after her shameful action of giving up the Keyblade, did she even want Tron to remember? She knew he'd be disappointed in her, as she was disappointed in herself.

There was still her plan, the one scrap of hope. But, she was no longer confident in it. The act of giving up the Keyblade had been much more serious than she had imagined.

Ark closed her eyes and held out her hand. She'd always been able to summon the Keyblade before, and counting on that fact had been one of the reasons she had made her terrible decision.

She tried to feel for the Keyblade, in that space wherever it went when she wasn't holding it. Reaching out deeper and deeper, through her heart and the light and the darkness.

Ark came up empty. The Keyblade was no longer hers, it did not answer to her any longer. She had given it up, betrayed everything she and it stood for, and it reflected that fact.

She sunk to her knees, sobbing her heart out as the full magnitude of what she had done washed over her.

Ark had given the darkness everything it had wanted. She had handed it this world on a silver platter, and who knew what else. Clu had wanted to open some kind of door, was it the door between worlds? He so easily commanded this world, would he conquer the next and the next and the next?

She sobbed for a long time, while Rinzler, ever silent, stood next to her.

Finally, she wiped her eyes, trying to clear her vision so that she could think.

She had a few things in her pockets, some Potions and supplies she had picked up before travelling. Like everyone else in this world, she had an Identity Disc, which could be used to fight. And, she had Rinzler. He wasn't Tron, not yet, but he was a fierce fighter.

Ark didn't have a lot, but it was better than nothing.

She looked up at Rinzler, "Me and you against The Grid, huh? What do you think of our chances?"

Like always, Rinzler didn't respond, he just stared straight ahead.

Ark laughed coldly, more of a bark than a genuine laugh, "That's what I thought." She picked herself up and dusted off her knees, a reflexive gesture more than anything.

"It doesn't matter what the odds are, I know what we have to do. I'm glad I'm not going to have to do this alone, but I have to wonder, if you were still Tron, would you be proud of me?"

No answer came.

"I didn't think so." She shook her head, "It doesn't matter what Tron thinks now, or you, I guess. I'll deal with that if we get out of this alive."

Ark looked Rinzler up and down, "The Grid's changed a lot since I've last been here. It'll be a lot easier if you still know your way around. I don't know what he did to you to transfer you over to me, but if you still remember..."

She took a deep breath and looked straight at Rinzler, "Take me to Clu. I've got to set this right."

There was a moment where nothing happened, Ark was afraid that Rinzler's memory was wiped again or that he wouldn't actually listen to her. She held her breath until he looked around for a moment, then headed off in a specific direction.

She exhaled and followed Rinzler further into The Grid.

Ark knew that even if they were able to stop whatever plan Clu had, the Keyblade likely wouldn't come back to her. But, that didn't matter. All that mattered was keeping Clu from using it. Once she did that, she could deal with no longer having a Keyblade.

She looked again to Rinzler, who was walking with a single-minded determination. After they stopped Clu, she stil had to find a way to bring back Tron. Like the Keyblade, he probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with her, either, but, she still owed it to him to try and fix him. He had been her friend, one important enough to sacrifice the Keyblade for.

Ark had no idea if they would be successful, but she had to try. That's all she could do.

Her and Rinzler traveled through The Grid and to their, and everyone else's, destinies.

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Behind the scenes:

My rough notes I hastily wrote in my phone before bed last night:

-Some kinda past friendship -Oh noes Rinzler -Make a trade -Trade with intent to take backsisies -Rinzler ownership transferred -Get away fast -Tries to take backsisies -Nope -lol accidental Bequeathing -oh crap what have i done -maybe it's best Rinzler has no memories because he would be disappointed -Gotta Fix This -No Keyblade, Disc Only, Final Destination

The story doesn’t have a name yet, but I saved it under the name “Meow Meow I Make Bad Keyblade Choices”. (My sister has a saying about a cat that visits, “Meow meow, I make bad choices” and it just seemed to fit.)

Continuation here!

[sebayard]

Miraculous Secret Santa Fic 2

A Bonus ML Secret Santa post!!

I was the back up gifter for @mira-ele!! I hope you enjoy this fic. It was tons of fun to write about a ship that’s not explored often. (Also I got really into this ship because of this fic so that was cool!)

Again, thank you to @mlsecretsanta for creating and organizing this event!

Also, I apologize for how horribly cheesy the ending is I’ve been watching too many Hallmark movies lately.

Hello, I Love You

Words: 2,178

Rating: General

Relationships: Chlodrien

Characters: Chloe, Adrien, Ladybug

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Love Confessions, Future Fic, Alternating POV

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At eighteen years old, Chloe Bourgeois knew two things:

Adrien was her oldest and closest friend.

She was in love with him.

The whole situation was unfairly ironic, in Chloe’s opinion. Sure, she had an immature obsession with the boy all those years ago, but after actually talking through her feelings and realizing that it stemmed from a fear of losing him as a friend, it faded. Their friendship became strong, genuine, authentic. It was one of the most important things in her life.

And yet here she was, her feelings resurfaced, unasked for, like a slap to the face.

The journey to falling in love with her childhood friend may have been a slow, steady descent, but by the time she realized she was falling down this mountain of emotion, it was too late, she was all in. Irrevocably and unquestionably in love. There was no turning back, no climbing up the mountain to the way things used to be.

And Chloe tried to, at first. She really did. She couldn’t let this silly crush get in the way of their friendship like her obsession did in the past. This time would be different. So she ignored it and acted like everything was normal. Adrien would still come over after his photo shoots to complain about the demands of his father, and she would walk home with him from school and talk about how her mom forgot her birthday again. Business as usual. And it worked.

At first.

Chloe wasn’t used to holding back her affections. When she was with someone she cared for, Chloe made sure they knew just how much she cared. Not letting Adrien know how much she loved him felt like silencing a major part of her existence. It just felt… wrong.

So, even though it was certainly embarrassing, Chloe wasn’t all that surprised she spilled the beans.

“You… what?”

Adrien Agreste, the one at the center of all her trouble, stood in front of her, green eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief. At least she hoped it was disbelief and not disgust. Chloe didn’t think her heart could take that.

Chloe took a deep breath before explaining herself. “I really like you, Adrien. A lot. And… and I know that I used to say that when I was younger, but this is different. And I-- I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. I need you to understand how much I care about you, Adrien.”

“Chloe, I-”

“I’m going to show you.”

“What?”

“I’m going to show you how serious am I about this.” An idea began to blossom in Chloe’s mind. It was a bit… unorthodox, some would say, but since when did Chloe follow the rules of society? A grin spread across her face as she crossed her arms. “Just you wait, Adrien Agreste. I’m going to woo your socks off.” She threw him a wink as she walked away, leaving him behind to process her confession.

Chloe Bourgeois was nothing if not determined, and now? Now she was determined to get this right, no matter how difficult.

Adrien was worth it.

Adrien liked to think of himself as a laid-back guy, someone who took things in stride. There wasn’t much that truly shocked or surprised him.

Then there was Chloe Bourgeois.

To say that Chloe’s confession surprised him would be an understatement. He was dumbfounded. Of course he knew of her infatuation with him when they were younger, but they both moved past that over the years. She was one of his closest friends, next to Ladybug.

And, well, he would be remiss to say that he didn’t have a crush on her too.

Which is probably what played into his shock. He’d spent the past few months convincing himself that Chloe didn’t think of him as anything other than a friend. She was absolutely terrible at hiding her feelings, and she hadn’t done or said anything to even hint that she liked him too.

Apparently he had been completely and totally mistaken.

The gift in front of him was further proof of that.

A small box of green macarons topped with a bow and accompanied by a note sat on his desk when he walked into the classroom that morning.

Adrien,

The way you’ve changed my life is almost uncountable, but, I want to try. So here’s the first one.

I’m not proud of the feud I used to have with the Dupain-Cheng’s, but while we still don’t always get along, our relationship has changed so much. At the very least I can say Marinette and I are friends.

And that’s because of you, Adrien.

You believed in me when no one else would. So many people expected certain things from me, but not you. Since day one, you’ve pushed me to be a better person. All the important relationships in my life are here because of you.

Thank you, Adrien, for believing in me.

With love,

Chloe Bourgeois

(PS: I know how much you love macarons. I picked green because they remind me of your eyes. I hope that’s okay.)

Adrien looked at the label on the box and, sure enough, the familiar logo of the Dupain-Cheng bakery was on the side.

“You got my gift!”

Adrien dropped the note in surprise as Chloe ran up to him. “So, do you like it?”

He didn’t even have to try the macarons to know they’d be delicious. “I do, it’s very kind of you Chloe, but-”

“Good, because there’s plenty more where that came from.” Her smile was wide and mischievous, and under any other circumstances Adrien might have been concerned.

He tried to tell her that this was unnecessary, that he liked her too, that he had for a long time now, but before he could speak, their teacher entered and silenced the room so class could start.

After class, then. After class, he would finally tell her. Meanwhile, he settled for stealing glances at Chloe’s happy look and bright red blush as he nibbled on a macaron.

He had meant to catch up with Chloe, he really did. He had a whole speech planned out, written down while he should have been listening to the teacher’s lessons. It was sweet, honest, poetic. It would have been great. It took him days to draft it. He knew it would have knocked Chloe off her feet.

Stupid akumas.

Chloe’s gifts kept coming and coming, growing sweeter and kinder each day. A mixtape one day, a hand drawn picture the next, each with their own notes citing Adrien’s significance in Chloe’s life and how much he meant to her.

He hadn’t felt this loved and cared for since his mom disappeared.

And Adrien still hadn’t had the chance to talk to her.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid-

He swore that Hawkmoth must have known how important this week was to him, and that’s why the akumas were even more active than before. They wouldn’t stop coming and it was exhausting. He would arrive to school each morning with bags under his eyes (and of course Chloe noticed and started bringing him coffee every day). Even Marinette, who he discovered to be Ladybug two years ago, was feeling it, as she kept falling asleep and snoring in the middle of class.

This was ridiculous.

It was their second akuma of the day and Adrien was done. He had received his favorite gift that morning, a framed photo of him and Chloe from when they were kids, and the need to tell her how he felt was growing to be uncontainable. Between his lack of opportunity to talk to Chloe and the relentlessness of Hawkmoth, anger was rolling off of him in waves.

Ladybug definitely noticed this, if her questioning looks during the fight were any indication. It wasn’t a difficult akuma, but given his distraction and exhaustion, Chat was definitely not performing at his best.

“You doing okay, Chat?”

“Fine,” he grunted. “Let’s just get this over with.”

After what seemed like forever, the akuma was finally taken down and Paris was returned to normal, and all Chat wanted to do was book it back to school.

Ladybug stood next to him and gazed at him quizzically. “You’re sure in a hurry, Chaton. What’s going on?”

He felt a blush work its way to his cheeks. “Ah, I just really need to talk to a… friend. It’s very important and I haven’t had the chance yet.”

Ladybug’s eyes sparkled knowingly, and if he had been fourteen again, he would have found them beautiful, but lately a different shade of blue had him captivated. “I see. Does this… ‘friend,’ happen to have blonde hair and blue eyes and has been professing her love for you all week?” She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows as she tossed her yo-yo.

“...Maybe…” Yes, and she deserves to hear how he felt.

Ladybug let out another light laugh. “I’m sorry this week has been so awful, Chat. But I hope you get to finally have that conversation today. And when you do, tell me how it goes!” She wiggled her eyebrows again before jumping away.

Chat sighed as he vaulted himself with his staff. Of course Ladybug, or, well, Marinette, knew what was going on. Everyone in class had seen Chloe’s change in demeanor around him. She wasn’t exactly subtle about it. Each wink and smile that made his stomach flip was visible for the whole world to see.

And that was the beautiful thing about this, wasn’t it? Chloe was so… unashamed about how she felt, and not in the way his fans usually were. Chloe knew him completely. She was there for all of his adventures as a child, for when his mom vanished, for when he first started school. She saw the rarest parts of him, and then she did the most important thing.

She stayed.

Chloe refused to be disheartened.

Her plan had been going well. Adrien seemed to like reading what she had to say, and he had yet to reject any of her gifts.

But he also hadn’t talked to her, either.

He kept disappearing during the day. Each time she thought they’d finally get a chance to talk, he’d vanish without a trace.

Again, Chloe refused to be disheartened.

But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous about the framed picture she was giving him that morning.

It was the last idea she had in her arsonal. If this didn’t show how much she cared, nothing would. And if Adrien still had nothing to say after that? Well, Chloe supposed she’d have to move on, no matter how difficult it would be.

But she didn’t want to think about that.

However, when Adrien vanished yet again that day, her heart dropped into her stomach.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t like her.

Of course he didn’t. She’d been a fool to think otherwise. She was bratty, spoiled, flashy. Everything Adrien wasn’t, at least in her opinion. She had too much awful history. Of course Adrien wouldn’t like-

“Chloe!”

She spun around at the voice. “Adrien?”

“Chloe! I have to talk to you.”

“Adrien, I’m-”

“No, Chloe, let me say this. Okay? I’ve been trying to say this all week but I haven’t had the chance, and I’m not letting it go now.

“Chloe, you… there’s no one like you. You’re driven, passionate, intense, dramatic. And you care so, so much. There has never been a time where you haven’t been there for me. And I-- do you know how important that is? You, just being there? And I know how much you’ve said I impacted you, but Chloe, you’ve impacted me, too. You showed me that it’s okay to spoil myself sometimes, that I can fight for the things I care about, that I’m worthy of being loved, and…” Adrien took in a deep breath. “Chloe I think I’m in love with you.”

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh-

This was real. This was really happening.

Chloe pinched herself just to make sure.

Yep, definitely real.

“You- you are?”

“Yes, Chloe.” Like a flip was switched, Adrien’s confidence receded as timidness took its place. “And-- and you like, me, right? Because that’s what all this was about, the gifts and your confession… you were telling the truth?”

“Adrien, I may have been a jerk in the past, but I can tell you right now that I was never that bad.”

He chuckled nervously. “Yeah, you’re right…”

Chloe smiled.

“You really were a jerk.”

“Hey!”

“Just kidding.” Adrien laughed and grabbed her hands, pulling her forward. “Is it okay if I kiss you now?”

That’s a silly question, Chloe thought as she leaned in and answered by putting her lips on his.

At eighteen years old, Chloe Bourgeois knew two things:

Adrien was her oldest and closest friend.

They were in love.

And Chloe? Chloe was just fine with that.

[sonic-nyoom]

I wonder how will sonic react ( in your fanfictions) if he saw the rest of his "friends " looking for him and want him back ?

((Note: This is a fairly old post. When I answered an ask and was confused because I couldn’t find the post I could’ve sworn I’d written, this was the one I was talking about. It’s just been in my drafts forever for some reason.))

Not sure if this is the exact reply you wanted, but I wrote out a short thing that you can find below.

(note: this isn’t canon to the Run series, though since I forgot, Chapter 5 of my Run series has been out forever (and is the official ending even if I continue it))

Sonic inhaled deeply, trying to keep his emotions in check as his former ‘’friends’’ stared at him.

“So you want me to come back,” he stated flatly.

“Duh!” Knuckles retorted. “Why do you think we’re here?”

Sonic clicked his tongue. “Ahuh.”

Amy huffed. “Why are you acting like this? If we hurt you, we’re sorry, okay?”

This got to him, making Sonic cover his mouth to stifle a laugh, though he couldn’t help letting it out completely after a moment.

Sticks raised a brow suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

Sonic took a few more seconds to laugh, then calmed himself down, his expression turning to mild amusement. “If.”

“If?” Tails inquired. “If what?”

“If you hurt me? That’s seriously the way you’re gonna put that? I leave for weeks without a good-bye and you wonder if you hurt me?”

“You didn’t leave a note,” Amy argued matter-of-factly. “How were we supposed to know how you felt?”

Sonic internally wondered if that was even worth answering. It wasn’t, but he did so anyway. “I dunno, did the fact that I - again - didn’t say good-bye not tip you off at all?” He tilted his head to the side, smirking. “I figured you guys knew me at least that well.”

“We do know you well!” Tails protested.

“That right?” Sonic asked. “So, what’s my favorite book?”

Everyone’s mouth immediately opened, all shouting out different answers. There was a pause, then they all looked at each other, realizing what had just happened. Sonic didn’t say anything in response, but his gaze made it obvious; none of them had answered correctly.

“What’s my favorite game?”

They hesitated on that one, but still gave an answer; again, each of their answers were different, and each one was wrong.

“My favorite sport?”

They all had the same answer this time: volleyball. They were still wrong.

“Oh, come on!” Sticks shouted. “You play volleyball all the time!”

“Because it’s just about the only thing to play near my house,” Sonic replied, as if it was obvious, which it was.

Amy cut in, “Well, you can’t expect us to know everything about you! You don’t tell us anything!”

“You never asked,” Sonic bit back, brows furrowing slightly. “You’d think someone who spent all day trying to help two robots would want to know at least a little bit about someone she calls her friend.”

Amy’s mouth went agape, eyes showing clear offense, but Sonic wasn’t going to back down.

Tails stepped in front of Amy, somewhat irritated. “Sonic, look–”

“No. You look,” Sonic hissed, taking a step towards the fox, who stepped back in surprise. “You think you can come and apologize after I’ve been happy for a few weeks and just expect me to come crawling back to you?”

He gestured outwards. “Tough. I’ve had to put up with you guys tying me to trees and slamming me into walls, but not anymore. I’m not gonna be pushed around when I’ve got a life here with mobians who actually - you know - care about me.”

They stared at him, clearly not expecting him to say such things.

After a moment, Knuckles spoke up. “You–”

“–never said anything?” Sonic finished.

Their eyes went wide; Sonic had them pegged. It was like he knew exactly what argument everyone would use, as if he knew them much better than they knew him.

And now, he was taking full advantage of it.

“Pretty sure it’s basic common sense to not be recklessly firing your friends into walls to the point where they’ve got bandages all over their body, or leaving them in a canyon with their arch-nemesis.” His gaze sharpened. “Let’s face it; if I had to tell you guys that it bothered me, then it would’ve been pointless to try. You were never my friends in the first place.”

His arms crossed. “I’m not going back. I’m happy here, so if you guys have even a little respect for me - which is more than the village pretty much ever had - you’ll go back home and leave me be.”

He turned away, walking in the other direction. However, he heard footsteps behind him and stopped for a moment, looking back at them.

He let a bit of his inner pain show in his eyes, halting them in their tracks. Without realizing, he’d given them many second chances back on the island to shape up.

They never did. He’d endured conflicting emotions for years, and now, he was done. To throw his happy life away for mobians who had years to improve, yet never did? In fact, got worse with time?

Out of the question.

“…Bye.”

He continued walking, never looking back. It was behind him now, and he didn’t hear any more footsteps.

Starru was waiting for him back at their house, tilting her head as he approached.

“What’s that look for?” she asked curiously, though not in a way that demanded he answered.

“Hm?” Sonic blinked. “Oh, just… had to deal with, you know, my old ‘’friends’’.”

Starru frowned. “You did?”

She eyed him for a long moment, taking notice of the subtle changes that had taken over his expression. “…How do you feel?”

Sonic stared back at her for a long moment.

Then, he smiled.

“Good.”

[winchester-writes]

Spring 1914 (Love&War Part 4)

Chauffeur!Dean x Noblewoman!Reader

Word Count: 1,610

Warnings: language

Summary:  Dean becomes your families new chauffeur and throughout the year of working for your family he soon becomes your forbidden lover. But what happens when World War 1 strikes? Is he safe from the enlisters? Or will he be drafted and sent off to war?

A/N: Each new part will be posted on Saturdays @ 8pm EST. I hope you all seriously enjoy this next part!!! Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

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Two months later, the new flowers in your garden were blooming and the little chirps of the baby birds would fill your ears as you would walk around. Another birthday for you had passed and yet again your father had to make the remark at dinner about you not having a husband already. Which caused you to get angry and run out of the house in tears straight into the arms of Dean who was already waiting for you to give you your present. Needless to say that birthday was one you would never forget seeing as you spent the entire night with the man you truly loved.

Over the past two months you and Dean had been sneaking around, seeing each other when you could without getting caught. Really it would entail you “wanting something in town” only for Dean to pull down that road to the abandoned house where the two of you would heavily make out for a lengthy amount of time...well just not enough to where it wouldn’t be suspicious.

You told lie after lie to your parents just so you could spend time with him. There was that one time the two of you almost did get caught. Your father was out walking towards the horses for a night hunt, which you completely forgot about. Meanwhile you and Dean were in the back of the garage feeling each other up, his shirt was off and he had you pinned to the wall. The moment the two of you heard his voice speaking with one of his friends you both froze, silently praying he wouldn’t see your two bodies in the shadows. That night Dean wasn’t all too happy that you made the mistake of forgetting and it resulted in your first big fight with him. The next night though Dean snuck into your bedroom and apologized for what was said and that he couldn’t stand another minute of you being mad at him. Now that night...that night was one for the books. That was the night you wholly gave yourself to him, something you’ve never done with any other man before. Ultimately Dean was it for you and you didn’t want to let go.

There you were, laying in one of the old beds upstairs in the abandoned house. Sure it wasn’t sanitary but in the heat of the moment the two of you honestly didn’t care. You had brought an extra blanket with you the last time so thankfully it was still there. You were wrapped up in Dean’s arms, head lying against his chest listening to his heart rate come down and your bare legs tangling with his. You felt his fingertips gliding across the expanse of your bareback. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

“God, I love you.”

You chuckled and snuggled into his body some more, “And I love you too.”

“Ya know if you would have told me two years ago that I would be with a beautiful woman like you I would have called you insane and yet here I am.” You heard him sigh and knew what was coming, “I just wish I had the opportunity to marry you and make you mine forever.”

“Dean...you know we can’t do that.”

“But why can’t I at least try? I could talk to your father about it, do the proper and gentlemanly thing and ask your father to date you or court you or whatever you rich British people do. All I know is I’m tired of this sneaking around, I’m tired of your parents trying to set you up with another suitor and you not being able to say that you’re with me.” Dean sat up and tilted your chin up so you could look into his eyes as he spoke to you, “I want everyone to know that you’re mine Y/N, consequences be damned. I love you and that’s all I care about right now. Being with you, all of you, whenever I please. Wouldn’t you want the same?”

“I would want nothing more than that Dean but-but you don’t know my father like I do. You don’t really know what kind of man he is. He is a man of an honorable title, an honorable last name and if his daughter were to besmirch that by dating and then marrying a chauffeur, he’d surely disown me.”

Dean laid his head back down onto the pillow and pulled you close, “If it meant spending the rest of your life with me...would that be such a bad thing?”

Honestly you didn’t know. That was something that you had never thought about before. If it really came down to it, would you be okay with losing your family name and all of your inheritance...to be with Dean? You stared at the ceiling for a moment and you knew that he felt you hesitate but the moment he opened his mouth to tell you ‘never-mind’ you sat up and moved to straddle his hips once more, “I’ll always be with you Dean Winchester.”

A few days later when Dean knew that you were out having tea and gossip time with your friends, he made his way to your father’s study room. He knocked a few times until he heard the ‘come in’. Taking his hat off, he slowly opened up the door and shut it quietly behind him.

“Oh, well this is a surprise. Wasn’t expecting you to come through the door.” You father smiled and set his newspaper down.

“Sorry sir, I can leave if you were actually expecting someone else.” Dean pointed to the door behind him but your father just waved him off and motioned for him to sit.

“Nonsense. Now what can I do for you, Dean, my boy?”

Dean sat down, setting his hat on the desk and started to wring his hands together, “Well sir, it’s...uhm...it’s about Y/N.”

Your father’s brow scrunched up not really sure where this was going, “What about Y/N?”

“I-I’d love to have the chance or rather the opportunity to take your daughter out. I’m coming to you and asking your permission to...well, date her.” Dean looked up with hope in his eyes but when he noticed your father’s face turn from confusion into a laugh, it was Dean’s turn to look confused.

“Are you joking me Winchester? Do you honestly think that she would want to date a chauffeur such as yourself?”

“W-why yes sir, I think I’d have as great of a chance as any other man.” Dean could feel his heart beating so fast he was sure it was going to leap out of his chest, he was nervous as hell and scared of what was going to be said.

“Dean, son, let me tell you something….as nice as I possibly can…” Your father sighed and leaned forward in his chair, “Y/N needs a man in her life, Dean. A man that can support her through any troubles, can protect her and give her a good life.”

Dean stood up out of the chair, obviously not happy with his answer, who was he to tell Dean he wasn’t a man?! “So basically what you’re saying is I need money?”

“N-not exactly. Mostly a man with a good name or a man that has accomplished something great in his life to earn the right to her heart. Dean...right now you are just a boy, a chauffeur, you don’t go to school and I doubt you see yourself going anywhere else than just being a chauffeur. Y/N deserves better than that.”

Dean scoffed and shook his head. Yanking his hat up off the table, he noticed a flyer attached to a note, he hesitantly yet quickly swiped it up while your father's head was turned. “Fine, I guess it doesn’t matter that I love your daughter or the fact that I want to give her what she’s ever wanted, someone who actually cares about her more than her goddamn wealth! But obviously you know what’s best for her instead of herself.” Dean made his way to the door and nodded his head before opening it, “I’m sorry for my language and the way I acted sir...just...think about it. Think about what she might want more than what you thinks she wants.”

Dean disappeared out of the office and made his way back down to his bedroom. Sitting on his bed he dropped his elbows down onto his knees and took in a deep breath. Praying that he didn’t just screw things up. He moved to lay down when he remembered the piece of paper in his pocket. Pulling it out he looked at the flyer before reading the note. There was an army soldier pointing his finger out with the words “Britons…’Wants YOU’ Join your country’s army! God save the king.”

Dean set that off to the side before his eyes read carefully over the note,

To whom it may concern,

Hello sir and/or madam we understand that you may have spare men that could possibly be interested in volunteering for the armed forces. With the way things are looking lately we need to be as prepared as possible and need as many men as possible. If you do, in fact, have men that are willing to volunteer send them to the closest armed forces office. If they are coming from your specific homestead send them with a response to this letter and your family name will get recognition.

Thank you and have a great day, Lord Kitchener

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[officialstarfallsau]

A Note of Apology

TL,DR: I’m sorry I left. Star Falls is not ending, just on hiatus. I will eventually return and finish it properly. Thank you for sticking with me.

My lovely followers, I cannot begin to apologize enough for what I wrested from you. We were really riding high, and then... disaster struck. And now here we are.

But this is not the end. Let me explain.

Star Falls originally started as a summer project. It was something I had ample time to do. A chapter every other day was feasible. And then school came back. I tried my best to keep up; after all, I still had the drive, the motivation to do it. I could still see everything in my head: The Glass Shard, the Axolotl, McGucket’s/Mabel’s lightsaber, all of it. I could still close my eyes see the characters acting out the story.

But I didn’t have as much time as I did previously. Back in the summer, I could very easily spend two days working on a chapter. I personally liked to write it the day I posted the previous chapter, read over it the next day, and then post it the next. But with school, this wasn’t possible. After being at school until 4 in the afternoon and then scrolling Tumblr for two hours and then watching YouTube for another, my free time started at 7. My computer had a curfew of 9:30. This meant I had a max of two hours I could use to write for Star Falls, less on Mondays and Thursdays due to wrestling shows. Even with that much time every day, I became lazy and complacent. I chose to stop writing it in advance, since I wouldn’t get it done anyways, so why should I? Writing the story became more about meeting my pre-set schedule than actually getting the story out. One day, I just stopped. The schedule was unchangeable, but I couldn’t keep up with it, so the option I took was to abandon it completely. Just stop writing. That was one of my worst decisions. I do regret it quite often.

One thing I regret more is the unfinished nature of the fic. It was a huge source of shame for me; at time of writing, I have had close to 8 years experience writing fanfiction. In that time, I’ve only completed one fic that wasn’t a oneshot (A zombie Twilight Zone fic that seems to have disappeared, if you must know). My introductory Doctor Who story sits pretty with 12 chapters and no finish. My Star Wars/Star Trek crossover has very little plot to it at all. And, of course, Star Falls.

I wanted to come back. I even started writing again. On June 13th, 2016, I opened the document of Chapter 7 of Black Death to write more. This was due to my good friends goading me into it (one of whom still follows this blog- here’s lookin’ at you, Elen, I miss you guys), but we were being social at the time, so not much got done. I had snippets of inspiration, but there was very little I could do. A bigger problem appeared.

In 3 months, it will have been 2 years since I updated this blog. This post is long overdue, but there’s one very special reason for that: I forgot the e-mail address for this blog.

I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say I didn’t do enough. A night or two of trying random combos of words, trying to see which one was the one. I messed up when creating the e-mail, so “OfficialStarFallsAU” became unclaimable, so I had to use something weird. Something that I couldn’t easily remember. Something that wasn’t the URL of the blog. This led to me forgetting the e-mail of the blog over a year ago. By some miracle, tonight, I have correctly guessed it. And now, hopefully, I won’t forget it again. But just in case, I will be writing it down.

Finally, now, I can access the blog again. Which means finally, now, I can post about new content again. Which means finally, now I can actually make new content and know it was reaching the same lengths it was previously. My life is different now than it was when I started. Now I have more time. Now, I’ll actually be able to update the fic.

I forbade myself from having another unfinished project. I forbade myself from creating new content while Star Falls sat unfinished. This was the fic I took a different approach on; I outlined it. I drafted chapters before I posted them. I wasn’t going to let this one toil aimlessly without an end forever.

Now I don’t have to.

I want to thank every single one of you. All 50 of you. It’s a small number, I know, but the fact there’s still 50 of you here (though probably not for long after posting) tells me this is a worthwhile endeavor. Instead of cleaning me from your following list, you kept me, either out of reluctance ofr hope i would return. Thank you. With you guys still here, I’m inspired, now more than ever, to finish the fic. It will be done. It might take a million years, but I will finish Star Falls. And hopefully, you will, too.

May the Force be with each and every one of you. Always.