#;;au (divergent path)

[leqclerc]

We are working. Yeah, it is quite late. 22:30. The team had to go because at 22:00 there's a curfew so all the team needs to go back. And I've got quite a lot of work to do, because today wasn't a great day, in terms of low fuel pace, and now it's all about analyzing the driving, the different set-ups. Adjust the driving, and should be fine for qualy.

[divergingpathsverse]

Updated designs for Yamikumo Inc, including the secret sixth member that is coming soon.

[razzle-zazzle]

imagine if Cole just lied to the ninja's faces in the divergent au.

Jay: COLE?? WE MISSED YOU COME BACK HOME

Cole: Who's Cole? I don't know a Cole. Never heard that name before in my life

FHJKSDGLSDKLHFDSLKFGJH

The ninja are invited to Vania's birthday/coronation by a well-meaning advisor on the basis that she's a fan, and when she finds out there are some brief "character accidentally invites two characters they don't want to meet at the same time and then tries to keep them separated" shenanigans for like. 0.6 seconds before the ninja see Pythor basking in the gardens next to Echo and Morro. Cole shows up almost immediately after, walking in while chatting with the Upply, and you can just feel the tension in the room skyrocket.

If Cole was feeling petty enough he might play dumb but I think that he just makes an excuse and leaves at that point. And the ninja don't exactly get to chase after him because now Morro and Lloyd are puffing up like cats about to fight and Zane and Echo are staring at each other and Jay's not gonna be able to chase after Cole because he has to explain how he and Nya recognized Echo.

[rising-in-the-ash]

When the villains fall, the kingdoms never weep…

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

No one talk to me I'm thinking about Yuko Lives AU

(ask me questions about Yuko Lives AU)

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Engine Roars: Starting Line Chapter 1

Summary: Iida Tenya would seem like an odd choice for Midoriya Izumi, but she chose him out of all the other suitors, and they're both ready to face what comes. Public events, middle school, training with family and friends, a secret torch passed down through the ages: they're going to make it together as they work towards their dreams! Even as old friends turned enemies, new enemies and family drama litter their path, they have each other and new friends to make it work! Watch them go for their starting line!

On Ao3

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 “Who do you think you can spend the rest of your life with happily?” her mom asked Izumi as they looked over the files one last time. 

 “I could probably be with any one of them and be happy,” Izumi said as she flipped through Keigo’s file. 

 “Well then, who do you think would be a good husband? Someone who takes you seriously and listens to you without worrying about others?” Inko asked, putting down her own file. “You’ve been emailing them for months; you’ve got to know who can listen the best.”

 “... Tenya.” Izumi said. “He’s funny even if he’s stiff, and he knows a lot about heroes. He listens to me, and even their agency took my advice. So I think he’s the one I’d prefer out of them all to marry.” 

 “You sure?” Inko asked seriously. “Honey, this will end up like me and your dad; a marriage you can’t get out of at all.”

 “I know,” Izumi said, frowning at the file in her hand before putting it down. “Tenya’s nice and likes listening. He stumbles a bit when he’s talking, I think… I really do think he’s the best choice.” 

 “Well then, baby, let’s send them a message.” Inko smiled at Izumi. “Will the others be okay with it?”

 “I think so…” Izumi frowned. “They all said they would be.”

 “Well then, there’s no need to worry. You can still be their friend!” Inko grinned at Izumi, who gave a soft smile back. She hoped so.

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 Tenya honestly did not believe Izumi would pick him. While he treasured his friendship with her, he did not expect her to view him as an option. Too stiff, too obedient, and a fun sucker were the common complaints about him from his peers. 

 He wished for her to pick him. Izumi was kind and intelligent, a bright flame that would burn long. Her sense of justice, her mind creating new things, how could he not want her to pick him?

 But Tenya knew better. She wouldn’t pick him, not when others were more fun or interesting to spend time with. Nevertheless, he still wished to be her friend and would not back down from her friendship. 

 However, walking into the kitchen to find his parents beaming one day, he was told differently than his thoughts.

 “Izumi picked you,” his mother told him gently. 

  He hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t thought it possible. But she had. 

 He would make sure that she wouldn’t regret it. He would help her reach her dreams of heroics and enable her to become the great hero he knew she could be!

 She picked him, him! He would make sure it was worth it.

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  The meeting to agree on the contract occurred at the For the Future agency, with Haruno presiding over the agreement. Inko and Izumi sat across from the Iida family, no lawyers involved yet. Both had agreed with the preliminary contracts they drew up and felt it would be simple to agree to things together.

 “I don’t have an issue with this part,” Inko said, pointing at a paragraph. “But I would argue that Izumi would also be expected to go to University if she is not a hero at this time. Also, being pregnant in university isn’t a great idea.”

 “You and my wife can hit me for this, but if she is not a hero when she’s twenty-one, then why not have children as soon as possible.” Iida Tomomi said to Inko.

 “You don’t think she can be a hero?” Inko asked dangerously.

 “I don’t know,” Tomomi argued. “We won’t know until she’s that age. I have no issues with a Quirkless hero, but the fact is she might not-”

 “Tomomi,” Kin said, giving her husband a nasty look. He rolled his eyes but fell silent anyway. “What he means is this is a worst-case scenario. If she is a hero, we have another part asking for a child by age twenty-five.” Inko nodded, looking at the contract closely. Izumi and Tenya traded wide-eyed looks before quickly glancing away. Izumi just learned where babies came from! She didn’t want to think about that!

 Ingenium snorted, and a sharp sound came from under the table. He gave Tenya a pout as the younger scowled. “Mean Tenya.” Ingenium muttered.

 “Knock it off!” Tenya hissed at him. The parents ignored the two boys. Even Inko refocused on arguing about some of the contract. Izumi just giggled, smiling at Tenya shyly. He copied her, only kicking Ingenium again when the man made kissing noises.

 “Should your husband be here?” Kin asked after a few more arguments.

 “Hisashi is a Quirk scientist currently in Atlantis,” Inko said simply, looking at the contract in front of her. “He and I were arranged as well, except neither of us had a choice. I’m aromantic and asexual, making it worse for me.” she hummed, circling something on the page. “We can’t get divorced, so we live apart. He has little say in Izumi’s life. Hence why I would like to remove this part. We don’t know if either of them is attracted to the other.” she tapped on the contract. “Allowing a boyfriend or girlfriend on the side is the best option.”

 “Emily is nice,” Izumi mused. “Dad’s girlfriend,” she explained to Tenya. “I think I mentioned her to you.”

 “You did,” he agreed. “Do you see her often?”

 “Oh no. Dad is usually out of contact, and Emily might not care at all about him being married, but it’s weird, you know?” Izumi asked. “She’s from the Quebec island, so she’s really chill with it and totally fine with me not knowing how to refer to her.” 

 “Really? That sounds fascinating!” Tenya said. The parents looked at one another, and Kin nodded.

 “Scrap the infidelity part, then. Unless it is done in secret without the other’s knowledge, I mean.”

 “Agreed, an actual affair is disgusting,” Inko said. She made the corrections. Haruno sipped her tea. “Something wrong?” Inko asked the agent.

 “What? Oh no. This is easily the simplest job I’ve ever had.” Haruno waved her hand. “Keep going!” The parents looked at one another as the kids snickered before getting back to business.

 “You said you were thinking of sending Izumi to Yavin?” Kin asked.

 “Yes, I was,” Inko agreed. 

 “We can afford to send her to Soumei,” Tomomi suggested. “Keeping her and Tenya close would build their bond and give her a much more prestigious education.”

 “I see,” Inko hummed. “Agreed for that; it would allow her a better education. And you will pay for everything?”

 “Of course,” Kin said. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before pointing at the contract. “I would also like to stress that this contract can be broken if either party becomes abusive. Not that I think so….”

 “But better safe than sorry.” Inko nodded. The rest of the meeting went smoothly, and they had a new contract by the end of the day, thanks to Haruno. With the contract there, the parents took one more time to speak to their children.

 “Are you sure about this, Izumi?” Inko asked her daughter. Izumi nodded.

 “I am,” she agreed. 

 Across the room, Kin looked at her son seriously. “Tenya, if you don’t want this, you can back out. We messed up as parents, and this offer was made before we realized what we did,” she told her youngest. Tomomi winced, looking down at his hands. Tenya shook his head.

 “No, I do,” he said. He had never been picked before. Not for being himself. Izumi may have chosen his family for their connections, but he knew she had other people who had more as her suitors. She still picked him, Tenya, over them. He’d been chosen.

 He would never say no to that.

 With the children still in agreement, the contract was signed to make it official. Midoriya Izumi and Iida Tenya would marry at age nineteen. 

 The two kids traded a hopeful smile, ready for the start of their lives.

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Notes:

-With removing the emails from the beginning, the old chapter 1 and 2 were kind of collapsed into one chapter.

-I want to be clear that this is ONE path. I do plan on doing all of the others to. 

-Hisashi and Inko also you know HATE each other so… yeah him hanging around often isn’t something she likes. 

-I want to clarify: an affair is something done without a partner’s permission or knowledge. Inko is saying that if Tenya and Izumi aren’t compatible in the future, they should be allowed to seek out others without it being classified as an affair if both are aware of this. 

[ronandhermy]

Dark AU: After Ascot a stranger from Kate's past arrives and the London Season is never the same.

Also known as the Prince Jai arrives to sweep Kate off her feet AU.

[etherbonded]

" I'LL DRAG YOU TO HELL RIGHT BY MY SIDE SHIDO MASAYOSHI,

THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPING YOUR FATE SO LONG AS I CAN HELP IT. "

She begged him, she pleaded with him to marry her, to give mercy to their child. Promising to always be by his side and never be disruptive, to be his TOOL and PUPPET of a wife. And after seeing her pathetic performance, he chose to marry her, to give her child a good life.

She's doomed herself just like her own mother when she married her bastard of a father.

So when she accidentally stumbles into the metaverse the night of their marriage with Shido being god knows where, she awakens her rebellion, her persona Laufey. And from that moment on she knew what she had to do.

Play along in Shido's game, and when Goro is near the end of his high school years and Shido thinks everything will be safe between them. She'll strike and take the last breath of the man who killed Wakaba ( her first and dearest friend ) and for the sake of her son.

But for now, she plays the role of a sweet fragile mother as she slowly chips off his associates by causing mental shut downs.

And god forbid someone try and stop her revenge.

[theia-eos]

Never advertised a fic on Tumblr before (probably never will again). If any one wants to read an AU fic going over the events of Path of Radiance where Soren is raised as the prince of Daein and Soren and Ike have an enemies to friends to lovers or enemies to lovers sort of relationship, I'm writing something like that. (I'm too old and been out of the fan fic writing game too long to know if I'm using these trope terms right, but that's the vibe I'm going for.)

It's focused more on the story than the relationship, but I'm not retelling every single event of Path just because that's boring? I'm introducing a new staff officer for the Greil Mercenaries who joins up at the point when Soren returns in canon, and I'm writing her as her own character and not just a Soren replacement, but she's not going to be doing much more than support.

The bones of the story is pretty much completely set, I'll be posting semi-regularly as I flesh it out, and if I run out of steam? The bones can be posted. I won't leave you completely hanging, I promise.

[floorpancakes]

fun fact for those unaware the relation to canon of catverse and canarys universe are as follows

catverse-> is for all intents and purposes the canon universe UNTIL yuuko dies, watanuki returns to the shop and doumeki makes the executive decision to take his hand and run. reason being 'you should be able to have the space to grieve and make your own decision. and also i refuse to allow you to do this under these circumstances'. from this point the canon diverges and doumeki spends months taking care of watanuki in a sort of vegetative state of shock until he's ready to return to school. watanukis time is not stopped and time to think is had.

canaryverse-> LITERALLY THE SAME as canon, including rou and anything post yuuko death. goes on for perpetuity for hundreds of years in the same manner that watanuki has been living, until the inevitable happens and he's accumulated great power, but is so consumed by his yuuko search and sense of loss that it has become an animalistic urge. is even more powerful than yuuko at her peak and has gained the ability to freely traverse multiverses, the only reason he has to leave the shop at all. does not remember his friends and loved ones, and has very faint memories of yuuko that take on the vibe of a lost worshipper working on a bird's homing instinct. helping people is also no longer a priority, his power is used exclusively to find yuuko in other worlds, without really even knowing why other than it being a blind spiritual need. he's actually lost so much of himself that while he appears like an old grey god with great powers and an intelligent manner of speaking he has many weaknesses in his armour, his greatest being lack of tethers to caring about anything that he insists are innate but are evidently self inflicted. causes universal rifts due to his power when he walks various earths, does not care. has a milky white unseeing eye and doesn't know why or when it happened. eye seems to retain some trace of spiritual energy that seems like some sort of homing signal. could that find yuuko who knows

its a lil complicated but it makes sense eventually

[zangyo]

@assortedsnacks said (inbox):

mahito vc if that's too hardcore we can start with the hungry caterpillar

     HE GAVE A LONG sigh, dragging a hand down the side of his face. Why couldn't they just go bother one of the other curses? Why did they have to talk to him of all individuals? Surely they would be much more interested in the...complexities...of the Very Hungry Caterpillar (not really). ❝Why do you talk to me?❞ GO AWAY.

[divergingpathsverse]

These are just shitposts.

[harunovella]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ safety net; t.f.

synopsis: when toji decided to be a good man and rescue two puppies for his son... content: canon divergence (I want a happy story for the fushiguro's!), fem!reader, reader is mamaguro, in this world your last name is fushiguro and toji took it bc f*ck the zenin, megumi is ur son (he's just a baby!), domestic bliss, not beta read (sorry for any errors!) note: seeing how successful my gojo anthology series is going (only two parts but going strong), I wanted to do one for toji bc I've always wanted to write his story with mamaguro (aka you!) and do a bunch of one shots that can be read as stand alones or together! pls lmk if you want more and if u wanna be tagged in the future <3 p.s. the divine dogs are actual dogs that inspired megumi's later manifestation of his shikigami in this au

It was one of those late nights for Toji. A summer evening with a heavy downpour to blur his path before him. The windshields were moving as fast as they could, swiftly clearing his vision with every wipe across the glass. He was quite used to this, running around town in the wee hours of the night, nothing new to him. It just annoyed him how difficult it could be driving in the rain when his windows fogged up and the headlights could only do so much. 

He wasn't too far from home, running a quick errand before returning to his abode, wanting nothing more than the warmth of his bed. 

A bed... A home...

Toji couldn't help but sigh and lean his head back against the car's headrest. Had this all been a dream? Was it real? Him, Zenin Toji, living a normal life? It had been quite some time now where he left it all behind to be domesticated—as if he were a wild animal. He didn't mind, though, a part of him was begging for a simple kind of life. 

Sat at a red light as his pointer finger tapped away against the leather steering wheel, his eyes wandered the environment around him—well, as much as he could see during an evening shower. From building to building, the empty sidewalks and dim storefronts, his eyes suddenly bounced back to a bus stop. Squinting, he leaned in before turning on his blinkers. 

This was very unlike him, his curiosity getting the best of him... Maybe it was because he was a changed man. Maybe it was because he had someone to go home to. Someone who made his deflated heart triple in size; someond who made him care about little things that he never did before.

Pulling over and parking his car next to the bus stop, Toji pulled up his hoodie and reached for the small umbrella that sat on the floor of the passenger seat. Rushing out and popping open the coverage, he stood before a small, cardboard box. 

It was falling apart, the rain tearing at the flimsy material as the little towel beneath was completely drenched. Hearing the faint whimpers and cries of the tiny creatures that stared up at him, Toji took in a sharp breath and shook his head. He was a good man now. Better than he ever was before. He had a heart. He had a home. He had someone who loved him. These little bodies did not. 

Lifting the box, he quickly maneuvered it underneath the umbrella before carefully placing it in the backseat of his car. "I hope she won't mind..." he said before making his way to the front, closing the umbrella and shutting the door after, resuming his route. 

The drive home was quicker this time around, zooming to gather the bags and box he had within the car, shutting the doors and locking them behind him before he made his way towards the front door. Taking the steps and fumbling with his keys, he unlocked the door and slipped inside before kicking off his shoes and making his way towards the living room. 

Settling the box down before moving towards the kitchen with the bag, he washed his hands and emptied the contents within it. Pulling out the small device, Toji made his way upstairs, ruffling his dark hair as he pressed a few buttons on the gadget. "Babe, this one should be fine," he spoke as he approached one of the two bedrooms. 

"Oh, good," the voice responded as he entered the room. You were sitting on your son's rocking chair, holding him close to your chest as you caressed his little back. He was about six months old and the constant change in weather was getting to him, causing a slight cold to disrupt his immunity. It pained both of you to see your boy anything but happy and healthy... but, he was such a little trooper. Both of you weren't sure where he got his calmness from, seeing as you nor Toji were such a way, but you thanked the heavens for blessing you with a child like him. 

"How's Megs doin'?" Toji asked as he handed you the new thermometer, squatting and gently caressing his son's head. His hand practically engulfed it, always entertaining him how tiny his boy was. It brought a small smile to his face. "Doesn't seem so fussy."

"A bit better, I got him to fall asleep. You weren't gone for too long, thankfully," you sweetly smiled, settling the small device down before caressing Toji's face. "Raining hard, huh?"

"Yeah," he nodded, only to widen his eyes. 

"What is it?" You furrowed your eyebrows. 

Scratching the back of his head, Toji stood up. "Got a surprise along the way... hope you don't mind."

"What do you mean?" You tilted your head. 

"Let's go downstairs," he nudged his own, waving you to follow him. 

Standing up carefully as to not wake your baby boy, you followed your man down the hall and staircase, towards your living room. You were confused at first, unsure as to what surprise he could've gotten you. But then you heard it. The faint cries and rustling coming from a box. The box in front of you. "Toji..."

"You've changed me, y'know?" He said. "I wouldn't have cared back then, would've left them suffer... but, guess it's because I'm a father now and I have you... I couldn't let them die out there..." rubbing the back of his neck as he stood by the box, you curiously peeked over before gasping. "Thought it would be nice to keep 'em... give Megs something to grow with."

"Toji... there's two," you nearly whispered, eyeing the puppies. One in pure white and one in all black, both equally precious. Tiny, scared, cold... you couldn't deny them either, even if you were currently raising your own baby. 

"Yeah..." Toji sighed. "I was thinkin' about giving them a quick bath now and take them to the vet early tomorrow. Don't have much to feed them but we can make it work, right?" He said, keeping his eyes on them, a bit afraid of your reaction. 

As upset as you should've been, seeing as it was two more mouths to feed, instead, you felt... elated? You weren't sure why, maybe it was because you were seeing more and more sides of Toji you didn't think would exist. Or maybe you loved the idea of giving your son two furry best friends to grow with. It could've also been that you were just happy that your son was okay and getting through his cold that you couldn't be as bothered. 

It also didn't help that you may or may not have mentioned a few times (while taking your strolls during your pregnancy) that your little blessing should have some furry friends around. You just didn't think it would happen... this way. 

"So?" Toji asked, looking at you with timid eyes. "Can we keep 'em?"

"Toji," you chuckled. "I'm not going to abandon these poor babies. You brought them here, you're gonna have to do a lot of raising. You're now a father of three," you teased as he nodded. 

"I'm well aware."

"I'm surprised you're okay with this, let alone, brought them," you pointed out. 

Shrugging, he looked back down. "Like I said, it's cause you changed me and I'm a father now. As scary as that is... I dunno... guess I want that normal life and normal people have dogs, right?" Seeing you nod with a small smile, Toji couldn't help but reflect your facial expression. "I wanna give him everything I've never had," he nudged his head in Megumi's direction. 

"Such a good dad," you softly spoke, caressing your sons back before stepping closer and kissing Toji's arm. "Then I guess we have two puppies now. What should we name them?"

Eyeing the two, Toji hummed. "Kuro and Shiro."

[ohcolinbridgerton]

First of all the social media au is amazing!!! Like very, very amazing, love it 🪩💜 since requests are open, can I request sweet blurb for colin x reader, where they are childhood best friends and reader gets jealous when Colin comes all hot and sizzling after his travels, please <33333 dearest author !!!

hi!!! thank you for this kind message - so glad you love the social media au!!! i love this request so i hope you enjoy my take on this!

biscuits | colin x reader

summary: a childhood best friend, dreams of travelling and lots of biscuits

warnings: none

word count: 2.2k

requests: open

masterlist

a/n: based off of this lovely requests. hope you all enjoy and feel free to send more requests in - this was fun to write x

It had always been Colin and Y/N. Or Y/N and Colin, depending on which of the two you asked. They had been inseparable since the pair were young—their friendship first forged years ago on a cobbled street in London.

 A cobbled street in 1797 to be exact, when the Y/L/N family arrived , their carriage creaking to a halt on the cobblestone street in front of a modest Palladian-style townhouse, a home that housed the Bridgerton family. The Y/L/N’s journey from their countryside estate had been long and tiresome, but as the family disembarked, they could feel the buzz of a new beginning in the air—unending possibilities, opportunities, and challenges ahead of them. 

John Y/L/N, the patriarch, was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a kind but determined look in his eyes. He had recently inherited a small sum from a distant relative and decided to invest in a shipping business, a venture that required the family to relocate to the bustling city of London. His wife, Augusta, a woman of grace and practicality, supported the move wholeheartedly and believed it would provide their children with a brighter future.

With letters back and forth to her old friend Violet Bridgerton, Augusta had decided that the first place the family was to visit on their arrival was the Bridgerton house. Years of friendship and correspondence meant a shared trust was formed within the two families, and a sense of familiarity was exactly what the pair needed as they embarked on a new adventure with their children. 

Their eldest son, Edward, stepped out of the carriage first. At fifteen, he was on the cusp of adulthood, his green eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sight of the flowered building and family that stood before him. His younger brother, Thomas, a quiet twelve-year-old, clung to his mother’s skirt, his eyes curious and apprehensive. And then there was little Y/N, a small but energetic six-year-old, who followed suit with her eldest brother, practically bouncing with excitement as she jumped out of the carriage. 

And that’s how they met, at age six, with Y/N flinging herself out of a carriage and almost bumping heads with the boy that she’d grow to know as Colin Bridgerton. Their first words spoken to each other consisting of ‘’Ow!’’ and ‘’Sorry,’’ mixed with a few childish giggles and the scolding of their parents. 

From their initial meeting, they had been known as the ‘Troublesome Duo’, being the same age and fuelled with the same levels of idiocy as one another. Wherever one went, the other followed. If Violet found an empty tray of biscuits and crumbs trailing the floor of the Bridgerton drawing room, she knew the culprit was not only Colin but Y/N too. And if John Y/L/N discovered a bottle of his finest scotch had been tampered with, he knew to blame the teenage duo of Colin and Y/N, who could be spotted in the garden laughing and pushing one another on the wooden swing that hung from the family’s favourite Willow tree. 

The pair spent countless hours exploring the woods around their houses, sharing secrets and dreams of the future. However as they grew older, the ‘Troublesome duo’s’ paths began to diverge. Colin, with his adventurous spirit, yearned to see the world beyond the walls of the Ton, while Y/N knew there was no possibility for her, as a woman who was expected to find marriage in her season’s out in society, to have the opportunity of travelling , so instead she took comfort in the familiar, cherishing the close-knit community and the life she had known since moving from the countryside. 

So when Colin finally announced at the age of one and twenty to both of their families that he was leaving to travel in hopes of finding comfort in Greece or maybe even Spain, Y/N put on a brave face. She had always known it to be the two of them, and the thought of her counterpart going off to explore the world and do all the things she could only dream of—well, she was envious, to say the least. Envious, but proud nonetheless that he was doing the one thing he had spoken of since before they could even count to a hundred or play pianoforte. 

She hugged him tightly at the train station, her heart heavy with a mixture of pride and sadness. "Write to me," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Every chance I get," Colin promised, his eyes bright with excitement. "I'll be back before you know it."

The months that followed were filled with letters from far-off places, each one a reminder of Colin’s incredible journey. Y/N read them eagerly, her heart warming with each adventure he described. But as time passed, she couldn’t ignore the growing emptiness in her chest—the feeling that something vital was missing from her life.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colin returned. The two families gathered to welcome him home, eager to hear his stories. Y/N, however, stood on the outskirts of the crowd, watching as everyone flocked to Colin, their eyes wide with admiration. He seemed taller and more confident, his tales of distant lands captivating everyone who listened. His skin had browned from the golden sun of all the cities he had visited, and his fashions seemed different—perhaps a new coat and blue cravat from Paris or one of the other places he had visited. He looked different—a nice difference—but it was not what she’d remembered him to look like.

But it wasn’t until Lady Danbury’s ball that Y/N really felt the pang of jealousy in her heart. 

Colin Bridgerton had always been the life of the party, his charming smile and quick wit making him a favourite in London’s high society. There was no denying it. But with his new-found look came even more favourable glances from debutante’s, flocking around him, fluttering their lashes, and waving their fans in his direction. The pair had always made a joke about it, whether that was about a Lord almost jumping from his spot to fetch Y/N some lemonade or a girl practically begging Colin to write his name on their dance card. Colin and Y/N had always found the whole thing preposterous, completely uninterested in meaningless flirts and instead wanting to go off and cause mischief that would later have both of their parents scolding them. But now, from what she could see over the crowd of feathered headpieces, Colin was absolutely loving the attention that he was receiving; she was almost certain she’d even seen him wink at Cressida Cowper, and it was then that Y/N felt like she must have been dreaming, or perhaps the lemonade had been spiked, because never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she’d see the sight. 

The sharp twist in her heart was something she couldn’t quite understand. She wanted to be happy for him, of course she did, but the sight of Colin surrounded by admirers and not a glance of attention her way made her feel invisible. So she found herself slipping away from the crowd, retreating to their favourite spot in Lady Danbury’s garden, an old oak tree that they had sneakily carved their initials into summers ago in their childhood. 

A few minutes had passed as she pondered but it felt like only mere seconds before she heard footsteps behind her breaking her away from the fortress of thoughts that flew around her head. She knew it was him before she even looked up - he was the only one who ever knew where to find her. “There you are," Colin said, a hint of concern in his voice. "I’ve been looking for you."

Y/N forced a smile, smoothing out the layers of her gown that had become creased from her cross-legged position under the tree. "I just needed a moment alone. You've been busy."

Colin stood before her, his familiar presence both comforting and unsettling. A laugh escaped his lips as he spoke. "It's been overwhelming making up for time lost with everyone,” he admitted, not quite believing all the attention that he’d been receiving from all the young ladies at the ball. "But it is you I missed the most, Y/N. I’m not quite sure I even remember the names of any of those ladies I was speaking with and I doubt that they cared about the tales of my travels.”

Y/N looked at him, her heart aching with a realisation that hit her like a bolt of lightning. The jealousy she felt wasn’t just about the attention Colin was getting. She knew him better than to know that he wasn’t truly interested in the dramas of courting and dancing and listening to debutantes talk at great length about the many languages they spoke or the instruments that they were taught to play. And he said it himself, he couldn’t even remember the names of the ladies that he was speaking to nor did he think they card to hear about his adventures. The jealousy she was feeling was because she missed him more deeply than she had ever admitted to herself. 

She had always cherished their friendship, but now she understood that her feelings ran much deeper. The sight of his blue eyes in the darkened garden only made her realise that. It wasn’t normal how much she longed for his return or the fact that she’d rushed down at the break of dawn each day to see if a letter had arrived in her name. Or even that when she did receive a letter from him, she’d read it over and over again, tracing his words with her fingertips before trying to write her own response, crumpling several pages and spilling ink as she struggled to find the words she wanted to write. 

‘’I’ve missed you too, Colin,’’ she weakly smiled up at him, and before she couldn’t even start a new sentence, he was sitting down opposite her, mirroring her crossed legs and taking her hands into his own. 

‘’Do you remember when we were twelve and we snuck away from Lady Danbury’s house whilst our mama’s were inside having tea?’’ Colin spoke gently, taking a squeeze of her hand as he watched her nod, unsure of where he was going with his words. 

‘’We ran outside with dozens of biscuits in hand and found our way to this very tree.’’ Colin paused, looking at the large oak that stood behind them before continuing, ‘’and I was annoyed because you had managed to get all the good biscuits—my favourite ones, might I add—and I had been left with the terrible ones that no one ever really wants. And then you said that I could have the good ones and you would be happy with whatever was left.’’

‘’Colin, why are you talking about biscuits?’’ Y/N’s eyes furrowed. She’d wanted a moment alone, yet here he was talking her ear off about sweet favours—she was confused, to say the least. 

‘’What I’m trying to say is that you always put me first. No matter what, you always let me have my way or let me do what I want.’’

‘’It’s just biscuits, Colin.’’

‘’But it is not. It is more than that. Even with me going off and travelling to all these new places , you’ve been so supportive, even though I know that you’ve shared that same dream since we were young. And while I was away, as much as I enjoyed it, the only thing that was missing was you. None of those adventures meant as much as they would have if I was with you.’’

‘’Colin-’’

‘’Y/N, every day I was away, I only thought of you and how much I missed you. You are the only person I have ever shared my dreams with, and you are the only person I wish to be part of all my future ones.’’

‘’Colin, what are you trying to say?’’

‘’I’m saying that there is no one else in the world that I’d ever dare share a biscuit with, and there is no one else in the world that I am completely and utterly in love with as I am with you.”

‘’You’re in love with me?’’ Y/N choked, wanting to pull her hands away from him in disbelief but unable to do so as he continued to squeeze hers gently. 

‘’It took me being away from you to realise it, but yes, I believe that I am in love with you, and if you’ll have me, I’ll never go away again, not unless you are by my side.’’

Relief washed over her, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek. She hadn’t even realised she had started crying. All her feelings that she had no explanation for finally made sense when she heard them from the mouth of the person that shared her soul, her counterpart, the other half of her ‘Troublesome duo,’. 

‘’I am in love with you too, Colin.’’ She confessed, barely believing that the words had been voiced aloud as her throat felt so dry from disbelief. 

And then Colin smiled—that familiar, warm smile she had missed so much—and she knew she had always been in love with him, despite not fully knowing herself or the meaning of her feelings. His smile was enough to melt her heart and bring it back to life again. It was a smile that she had adored since the first time she had seen him, and now with him across from her, their hands intertwined, it was a smile that she’d never get tired of seeing. 

"So, what do we do now?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Colin held her hand tightly. "We start a new adventure," he said softly, "together."

‘’With biscuits?’’ she laughed. 

‘’With lots and lots of biscuits.’’

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a/n: hope you all enjoyed my first little blurb!! feel free to request anything bridgerton related <3

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prompt: "You like them...more? Is that it? Am I the second choice?" "That's not true..." "Then choose me. Choose us."

warnings: angst, situation-ship, aged-up characters, college au, alcohol consumption, jealousy, yandere tendencies? cliffhanger

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Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

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Mutants and yokai kind alike have been out for years. So in the ‘town’ he and his brothers grew up in, they finally came to be free from the shadows. As free as heroes can be at least. They still needed to be a bit secretive on where they lived, in case of revenge-seeking villains.

But with mutants out on the surface, New York had grown accustom to them. Well, as accustom as they can be…

Donnie has met many people. He’s been able to attend college. Mostly online. But he finds the time to attend some evening classes in person. He met you. A floundering classmate in need of assistance.

Usually Donnie can find an excuse to get out of helping every poor soul that crosses his path. That’s what the professors are for. The librarians. Hell the student mentors! But with you… he just couldn’t resist.

The study sessions were long. But in the end you were able to pass, “All thanks to you Dee!!” You had cheered shoving your research paper into his face for him to appraise your passing grade. Barely passing, but it showed your improvement nonetheless.

He had been about to tease you of this. Three months of his help and you hardly grazed by?! But the thought was cut short as you pulled the papers away from his face and up you jumped.

Arms going around his neck and squealing your joy. He was frozen for a millisecond before his arms twitched into motion. His hands going around your back, holding you. That was the first time you had initiated such skin-ship.

Sure there had been the occasional touching of hands, passing laptops, books and the like back and forth. There had even been moments of playful touch, nudging his arm with your elbow for his odd choice in coffee. A tap above his glasses when he got too focused on his own work to answer your sporadic questions.

The hug didn’t last very long in terms of time. Seconds merely. But it made a lastly impression on Donnie. With the class over, you had no other reason to see him again. The prospect had Donnie fumbling to invite you out, to do anything to prolong such an ending to this blooming relationship.

“What classes are you taking next semester?” He had asked. You promised to text him the list, already having to dash off for one last exam.

He worried that would be the end.

Thankfully it wasn’t. You texted him later that evening, telling him all about the rest of your day as well as the list per his request. Unfortunately the two of you didn’t share any other classes. And it seemed unlikely for the future as well, the two of you were on diverging paths. Donnie despaired.

But you found reasons to message him. By the time the next semester rolled around the two of you were study partners, no matter the subject. Donnie would help if he could, and usually he was able. But there was a shift in the relationship. Outings to the library and other study areas changed to coffee shops. Then to your place. It only felt natural to invite you over to his.

Preparations were put in place. As were warnings “Yes, I do live in a sewer with my brothers and dad.” And “No it doesn’t reek of waste or garbage.” And “Yes there is one rat actually, my dear Papa.”

You took it all in stride. The introductions to his family went as well as they ever did. Friends. The two of you were officially friends. Donnie couldn’t be happier. With such a title he took more initiative with online contact. His messages would ramble on, sprinkled with pictures and videos.

Semesters continued to pass by and the bond between the two of you only grew. In turn, with more trips to his home, you became friends with his brothers. With April. It was just natural.

And then there was graduation. A celebration was in order. Four years, you had been in his life for four years and he couldn’t imagine it without you. The plan was to dress to the nines, and go out on the ‘town’! Drinking and dancing.

Of course, his brothers were invited as well as a few of your other friends. Donnie was no stranger to clubbing. The bar scene had become somewhat of a regular occurrence once his friendship with you was solidified.

You liked to go out. You liked music. He obliged on a few occasions to be your dancing partner and thus every time after it was his official label. Donnie was adverse to the huge crowds. It didn’t offer much room for dancing, but he’d endure it for you. With you in his arms it all seemed bearable. The music that was so loud it thumped in his plastron. The heat in the room percolating from the sheer number of bodies. Even the taste of alcohol, on the very, very rare occasion you got him to drink.

It always tasted horrible. No matter the different shots or mixed cocktails. God forbid a beer. You had pushed all sorts of these beverages on him, eyes crinkling up at him with amusement as his beak wrinkled from disgust.

Those nights with alcohol involved always ended strangely. Your touch would light him up from the inside. He’d want to hold you closer, lean in as far as you’d let him. Pull at your waist, dig his fingers into your hips during the last dance before the two of you had to part for the night. Those nights ended with kisses.

And by the next day you would never talk about them. So he didn’t either. Even as his murky memory of all other events seemed to part with clarity for how you had panted heat into his mouth. He’d flush dark green at just the thought and have to swallow the spit that pooled in his mouth.

This had happened a handful of times. The kissing. And with no communication whatsoever afterwards it put Donnie on edge. He wondered why it happened at all if you didn’t want to acknowledge the deed once it was done. He wondered about what it said on account of his own self worth for him to continue to let it happen.

To look forward to nights out. To nights you pushed a shot glass his way. To want your lips on his by the end of it all.

So with this big celebration, Donnie was expecting the same routine if only highlighted by the fact that both of you were now graduates. He’d be your dance partner. The two of you would spin for an hour or two, or however long you wanted. And he’d order himself a drink this time. One that he found slightly bearable than the rest.

Only, that wasn’t what was happening. Drink in hand? Sure. Your hand in his other? No. He was grumbling over at the bar shooting hateful daggers where you resided on the dance floor. You were dancing with Leo.

Donnie grimaced as he took a long hard sip. It was like acid in his mouth. Donnie didn’t know how much more he could take. His mind was simultaneously all over the place and singularly focused on one thing. You.

You laughing as Leo twirled you around. How wrong it felt to watch your arms go up and around his brother’s neck. Donnie was a better dancer. He knew in his soul that he could beat Leo in any category. Waltz, disco, salsa, you name it, Donnie could dance it. But his prowess didn’t seem to matter. Which only further incensed him. Why were you doing this? How could you possibly allow Nardo to take his place? His rightful role. Donnie was supposed to be your dance partner. And the only time you were allowed to dance with another was whenever he deigned to skip such an outing.

He was here. Dressed in an aubergine suit. Jacket button undone. And his black dress shirt was unbuttoned as well. Three buttons plucked, showing off too much skin in his opinion for such a crowd. But he had been feeling flirty. Flirty for someone who wasn’t even glancing his way.

Donnie fumed once more. Cursing in his mind as he lifted his drink and threw his head back. Maybe the taste would kill him. His eyes squeezed shut as the liquid poured down his throat and he tried not to gag. Bad decision.

When his eyes reopened it couldn’t have been at a worse moment. Leo was dipping you, his face leaning dangerously close to yours, his hand snug on your waist. Leo said something in your ear.

Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe it was the heat. But when Donnie saw your darkened cheeks, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He stormed to the dance floor. Yanking Leo’s hand away from your body once you were upright.

“What’s up hermano?” Leo’s smile was grating. Donnie had to force himself not to snarl. He took your hand and pulled you after him. Leaving Leo. Leaving this place. He had to get out of here now.

“Donnie?!” You called out over the music. But you didn’t pull away. You let him lead you out of the club. Out on the sidewalk, then off to the alleyway.

“Is everything okay?” You asked once he finally stopped. When he turned to look down at you, your eyebrows were creased with worry. Lips pulled into a line. Donnie was cracking. He couldn’t do this any longer. Did you like Leo? Did you want a ‘face man’? Was he not enough anymore? Was he being replaced? The thoughts were suffocating him and he pulled you to his plastron, backing you into the building wall simultaneously.

“I’m here, but Dee you’ve gotta say something, I’m getting worried..” You mumbled into his clothes. Your arms going around Donnie’s shell, petting over his jacket. Offering him comfort. It wasn’t enough. He huffed his frustration.

“Should I go get your brother?”

It was the wrong thing to say. And this time he did snarl.

“No.”

Your hands froze. Falling back down to your sides. You’d never heard him so angry before. He couldn’t find it within himself to care at the moment. His displeasure written all over his face as you looked up at him.

“What’s going on?”

And Donnie remembered himself thinking that so many times with you. As you had took his breath away. And then again when you pretended like you couldn’t recall ever doing so.

“Don-“

He leaned down. Capturing your lips. Kissing you like you did to him. Only where you had made him breathless, this seemed to have the opposite effect. You puffed up. Bristling in his arms as you tried shoving him away.

It hurt.

He was much stronger than you. He could overpower you easily. But your push was like a blow to the plastron. He staggered back, all anger leaving him. A husk as he squeezed his fists shut, head hanging down as you berated him.

“What the hell was that?! Are you drunk?? Donnie what is going on? If you don’t fucking say something right now, I swear to god,”

“I don’t know!” He shouted back and it was enough to quiet you.

From there it was as if his mouth couldn’t be stopped. “I don’t know! I thought this was what we did. I didn’t hallucinate those three times you kissed me. Don’t deny it any longer!” He was heaving, face coming up to stare accusingly at you.

Your lips pressed together in a thin line.

“You kissed me! Drunkenly, but it was still there. And I can’t forget. I can’t pretend they never happened. I don’t know how you can.” His hands were in motion as he ranted. Throwing them out with the building of emotion.

“So I thought tonight would be no different. We’d get drunk. We’d dance. And we’d kiss! I want all of that. Even though I’d do it without the alcohol.” His voice cracked towards the end. But he continued to push on.

“But you danced with him. So I went and got drunk enough for the both of us.” He felt pathetic admitting this out loud. He staggered forward, unable to remain so far apart. Despite you having pushed him away. He was just a moth to your flame. He’d let himself be burnt.

“You like him more?” He asked in a voice so low it practically went unheard. His hand came up, a finger tracing down the side of your cheek.

“Is that it? Am I the second choice?” His lids lowered in time as he ran out of skin to skim. His hand fell away from your face but he had crowded you close to the wall once more. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

“That’s not true.” You exasperated. But that hardly cleared up anything for him. If that was the case then what were you doing dancing with his brother and not him? Why couldn’t he kiss you? Why were the both of you still pretending to be friends?

“Then pick me. Choose me.” Donnie pleaded. He didn’t care how needy it sounded. He’d do whatever it took. Get down on his knees if he had to. Because you had become a part of his life four years ago. Four years of a presence he didn’t know he needed. Up until it was far too late. And now there was no turning back. He’d be damned if he let you get away.