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[dual-legacies]

hisashi, on a scale of one to thirteen how much did you want to wring yagi's fucking neck when you found out he gave your son the bone breaking juice

ITWD/Ult Hisashi: Infinite.

ITWD Hisashi: The only blessing is that the Quirk is back with the family. That’s all. The repercussions from it however.....(grumbles)

#he was very upset guys #ultimatum au #itwd au #all for one #dad for one #all for one is midoriya hisashi #yagi toshinori #all might #Anonymous

[chaosphoniex]

The Final Confrontation

My idea of how “If Things Were Different” will have its final confrontation. Buckle up cause it’s gonna be exciting when we get to that point

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[yuuyuu2]

LJN FIC RECS

main acc: @yunojeyes

Masterlist for fic recs: here

- Can I Love You Again? @jaevelina

| genre: smut, fluff, college!AU, hockey!AU, hockey player!Jeno, ex-friends to lovers |

You’re happy to leave your college dorm to go home for the holidays and see your family, but you’re not expecting the extra seat at the dinner table when it comes in the form of the boy you crushed on all those years ago... your brother’s best friend, to be specific. To make matters worse, you shoved those feelings away and left them in the past, but will anything resurface the more time you spend with him?

- Lovers Of The Moon @fullsunalicia

| genre: fluff, supernatural au | Every wolf is destined to find a mate someday. when jeno meets you, he feels like the luckiest man alive, but little does he know that he‘s going to lose his mind over protecting you - after all, you are the definition of the word „trouble“..

- Reconcile @ukiyoexo

| genre: fluff, angst, smut, exes to lovers|

When your best friend invites your ex to the birthday party you never even wanted, you’re forced to face the feelings you had been trying so hard to bury deep.

- Lovestruck!Jeno @warmau

| genre: fluff |

Jeno in love

-; Bad boy!au [l.j.] @solarhyucks

| genre: fluff, slight nsfw |

Jeno saves you from some dude on your first day of school, and so on.

- Trust Me @wykynct

| genre: fluff, idol!au |

Jeno as your secret idol boyfriend whilst you're his abusive choreographer's assistant.

- High Hopes @shamrocklore

| genre: fluff |

Jeno has been noticed by everyone except the one he wants to be noticed by: you

- The Element of Substance @choerrypuffs

| genre: fluff, angst |

Jeno is an Earth bender and you're the avatar who needs to master all elements. You choose him as your teacher but..

- Lipstick Smears @kopikokun

| genre: fluff |

Jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

- Love Through Jaemin's Cracked Screen @bxtchjane

| genre: fluff |

Jeno falls for Jaemin's best friend through IG Live

- I Suddenly Realize My Archnemesis is hot (during a battle to the death) @choerrypuffs

| genre: fluff, slight angst |

son of ares!jeno x daughter of nike!reader

- To Build A Home @nctream

| genre: romance, photographer! au, tooth-rotting fluff, established relantionship! au, domestic! au |

He was exactly what you longed for: the safety of a pair of arms around you, the scent of freshly baked bread, a feather-like kiss on your forehead, the one breath of devotion in your lungs as his tongue found yours, that same breath that made God himself turn and toss in his bed as you had stolen from him, his most beloved angel.

- Picture Perfect Image @hachanbaecon

| genre: bad first impressions, forced proximity, fluff, strangers/coworkers to lovers, light angst, american football au |

When star professional football player, Jeno Lee, “tackles” an unsuspecting photographer on the sideline of a nationally broadcast football game his reputation is put on the line. His publicist makes him cart a -mostly unwilling- photographer around to make sure he is now on a journey to win back his picture perfect image. The safety has to deal with the media and growing feeling for his grumpy social media manager as the team works towards winning their first Ace Bowl.

- ITWD @dojun00

| genre: fluff, angst kind of, abo, series |

TWO BOYS. TWO UNIVERSITIES. TWO RIVALING TEAMS. And then there’s you, stuck weightlessly in the middle of it.

The time left on the clock is running out— and soon, you’re going to have to pick a side.

Choose your own ending.

- When We Meet Again @blossom-rea

| genre: angst, fluff, past life lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, college au, reincarnation au, fantasy, memory loss |

Jeno hates the feeling of emptiness he's been having for almost 3000 years, being immortal was supposed to be funny but he can't remember anything from his past and how long will it take for his curse to end, what he knows is that Jamin has been keeping secrets from him, and that every time he sees you he keeps dreaming about a life that has long been forgotten.

- Hey Idiot, Wanna Make Out? @lebrookestore

| genre: high school au, idiots to lovers, best friends to lovers, fluff, comedy, a plethora of dirty jokes, mutual pining, very slight angst |

Jeno is all leather jackets and band tee’s of artists he hasn’t even listened to in the first place. To put it plainly, he’s a fake, but he’s your best friend, so you put up with his idiocy (and it’s not because you like him or anything, pfft, how crazy would that be?)

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[yankeecountess]

happy “enemies to lovers” Valentine’s Day!

So back when this month’s “rock the AU” theme was announced, I messaged @magfreak​ and “joked” that I would love to see an alternative version of ITWD in which Tom and Sybil started off as “enemies” the same way Mary and Matthew do...

And so here’s just a drabble of my own with that in mind; a “fanfic based on a fanfic” because WHY THE HECK NOT? (Also, ITWD is ten-times superior to what Fellowes coughed up) ;oP

So anyway, this is the dinner scene that follows the Crawley girls’ first encounter with Tom and Matthew from chapter 6. I borrowed a little bit of dialogue from chapter 6, but for the most part, this is an AU based on her wonderful story with an “enemies to lovers” twist!

Sybil frowned at her reflection, glancing at her gown from the side, before facing the mirror fully once again, her hands on her hips and an exasperated sigh escaping her lips.

“What on earth are you pouting about?” Mary asked from her dressing table, eyeing her little sister from across the room.  “Surely you’re not making a fuss over Cousin Matthew and Mr. Branson--”

“No!” Sybil answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.  “No, not at all, just...” she gritted her teeth at the memory of her meeting with the odious Mr. Branson. She had overheard him muttering to Mr. Crawley from the front hallway, something about how “those girls aren’t for me” when Cousin Matthew returned Mr. Branson’s prior tease about “putting his best foot forward” because one of them was “bound to fall in love with him”.  Sybil hated it when men made presumptions about women, but what followed truly riled her.

“I’m not the only bachelor who lives in this house.”

“You’re the only one worth marrying...besides, those girls aren’t for me, and I’m certainly not for them.”

“Oh?  So certain, are you?”

“Of course!  Can you imagine me with a posh girl?  Or better yet, can you imagine a posh girl with me?  She’d be expecting a castle and loads of servants, all at her beck and call. She’d scoff at the idea of doing something as simple as making a cup of tea on her own...no, I don’t think any of them are for me, no matter how pretty I might find them.”

Sybil didn’t know who this man was talking with Cousin Matthew, but she realized right then and there that she detested him.  And perhaps detested him EVEN MORE when she realized, much to her blushing shame that he was the same handsome man she had seen helping Pratt with the car.

The truth behind her current frustration was that she wanted to look her best, to somehow “shame” Mr. Branson for what he had said, but at the same time, she resented that he lumped her with his prejudice of “posh girls” and she didn’t want to fuel that prejudice any further. 

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Mary said with a sigh, rising from her dressing table and grabbing her gloves as she passed Sybil.  Like her, Mary didn’t seem to be as eager for this dinner either, although Mary was much better at controlling her emotions and appearing cool and aloof, whereas Sybil felt like she was ready to explode the second she laid eyes on the handsome, odious Irishman.

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In the end, Sybil didn’t explode; she somehow managed to keep her cool and hold her head high with the practiced haughtiness that would make her grandmother proud.  She resigned herself to the fact that Mr. Branson had preconceived notions about her, and was unlikely to change those notions, at least not as soon as he entered their foyer, so why bother trying to cater to his whims and counter his stereotypes?  She knew who she was, and really, that was all that mattered.

As for Tom, he sat rather awkwardly across from Lady Sybil, who looked every bit as breathtaking as he remembered from earlier today when he came face to face with her...and was once again a constant reminder how “far above him” she was (and most likely believed herself to be).

He watched out of the corner of his eye, Matthew do battle with Lady Mary, wit for wit. If he weren’t so engrossed with the icy looks being sent his way from the youngest Crawley girl, he’d probably find amusement in his friend’s trial.  But he couldn’t stop squirming in his seat, every time he felt her eyes fall upon him...ESPECIALLY as he knew he was no doubt making a fool of himself, trying to decide which glass to drink out of, which fork to use, and the correct manner in which to sip his soup.

“So Mr. Branson...you are originally from Ireland, is that right?” Lady Grantham asked him out of politeness. 

Tom swallowed the bit of food in his throat and politely nodded his head.  “Aye, your Ladyship, I am; Dublin, originally.”

“Ah, how lovely,” she answered, again more out of politeness’ sake than general interest, so he assumed.  “And is it very different to Yorkshire?”

There was an understatement.  “It is,” he answered truthfully, but before he could go on, Lady Sybil piped up at that point.

“I’m sure being from a bustling city like Dublin, seems very advanced to our simple country ways.”

Tom blinked, and then frowned, glancing briefly at Lady Grantham who seemed rather surprised by her daughter’s comment.

“I wouldn’t say that...” he began, unsure exactly what was happening.

“Wouldn’t you?” Lady Sybil challenged.  “From what I understand a great many ‘city dwellers’ feel superior to those who live in the country.”

Was she of all people declaring that HE was the “superior” one?  If anyone here thought themselves “superior”...

“I would say that is a harsh prejudice given by country dwellers whose ignorance of the greater world keeps them locked in their own ‘protective bubble’.”

Isobel’s eyes widened at Tom’s words, and he had no doubt she was sending him a look of warning, but Tom ignored her and kept his focus completely on Lady Sybil.

She lifted an eyebrow at his comment, and so did he in turn.  “So you would say that ignorance only breeds in the country?”

“I would say that anyone who makes an assumption about another person before getting to know them is ignorant,” Tom countered.

Lady Sybil’s eyes seemed to sparkle then.  “Indeed, Mr. Branson, I actually agree with you.  Therefore it’s a shame when a man makes such assumptions about a group of people he has yet to meet.”

Tom’s face paled for a moment, before the blood came rushing back.  She was trying to hide it, but he saw the corners of her mouth lift then, in a haughty smile of triumph.  He wasn’t sure what bothered him more, the fact that she had heard what he had said earlier that day when he thought he was speaking in private to Matthew, or the fact that she had called him up on it and was all too happy to extract her revenge upon him publicly.  He’d admit that he was in the wrong earlier, but now...oh, now the game was on...

“You’re quite right, Lady Sybil,” Tom replied back, earning a slight look of surprise from Lord Grantham’s youngest.  Clearly she thought she had the upper hand and had won, but little did she know he was just getting started.  “That is a shame, as is the fact that you don’t have to be from the city to make yourself feel ‘superior’ over another--that some people take delight in doing so, especially when there’s an audience.”

Lady Sybil’s eyes widened and the brief haughty smile disappeared completely from her lips.  Isobel coughed and Matthew muttered something under his breath, while at the same time nudging his leg, but Tom continued to keep his eyes on the young woman across from him.

“Well, better to do so in the open rather than behind someone’s back!”

“Better to approach the other in a mature, respectable manner and express your disagreement in private than in public with the childish hope of embarrassing--”

“Childish!?”

“Sybil, please!” Lady Grantham hissed.

“Aye, childish,” Tom growled back, wincing at the hard way Matthew’s foot came down on his.

“And you wouldn’t call THIS childish? Do you truly think yourself so different as to not see that you are every bit as guilty--”

“Alright, that’s enough!” Lord Grantham bellowed, throwing his napkin down on the table and looking back and forth between Tom and his youngest daughter with a mix of confusion and frustration.  “What on earth is going on?  Mr. Branson, you are a guest at our table, and Sybil!  You’re behaving--”

Tom stood up then, surprising everyone including Lady Sybil.  It was amazing how in the midst of their argument he was only aware of her and could only really see her, but now that they were being called out and addressed by their host and Lady Sybil’s father, Tom suddenly felt a deep sense of shame...not exactly for what he said, but for putting Matthew, Isobel, and yes, even Lady Sybil, through that display.  His mother would be deeply ashamed of his behavior, and would no doubt get an earful from Isobel later.  And in all honesty, Tom was rather dumbfounded as well; he didn’t normally lose his temper like that, nor did he “rise to the occasion” but...with Lady Sybil, he found he couldn’t help himself!

Which rather frightened him...

“Excuse me, your Lordship, I...I wasn’t feeling altogether well before arriving, and I believe it would be best if I take my leave and return to Crawley House.  I do beg your pardon,” he murmured, looking now at Lady Grantham and offering a polite bow of his head, before glancing at Isobel and offering a quick apologetic smile.  He turned on his heel then before hearing Lord Grantham’s response and exited the dining room, knowing everyone was looking at him, but in all honesty, there was only one pair of eyes he could feel burning into his back...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“What on earth had gotten into you and Mr. Branson?” Mary asked Sybil later as they were preparing for bed.

Sybil was looking down at her feet, poking out beneath her nightgown.  “I’m not really sure,” she mumbled.  She didn’t feel like telling Mary the complete truth, about overhearing what he had said earlier about “posh girls”.  Mary would have handled that so much better, she thought.  But Sybil...she couldn’t help herself, she just...seeing him sitting directly across from her, and remembering what he had said, and...and despising herself for finding him and his Irish accent so bloody attractive...

“I don’t like him,” Sybil finally answered at last.

Mary looked up from her jewelry box where she placed her earrings and gave a little shrug of her shoulders.  “Alright,” she simply answered.  “Well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about Papa asking him to come back, not after tonight.”

Sybil made a face at that.  “He’s like a brother to Matthew...”

“Well, I doubt he would want to come back anyway.”

That didn’t put Sybil’s mind at ease.  If anything, it made things worse.  “I just can’t believe that he had the AUDACITY to say that I was being childish, when he was EVERY BIT AS GUILTY--”

“Darling, please, lower your voice,” Mary groaned.  “Honestly, I don’t know why you continue to get yourself worked up over the matter!  It’s done, he’s gone, and as I said, I doubt we’ll be seeing much of him in the future, so put yourself at ease.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.  But every time she closed her eyes, she saw him looking back at her, his own eyes hard and blue and intently fixed on her, challenging her with his stare, causing her blood to boil and her heartbeat to quicken, and her skin to tingle all over...

“Sybil?  You look flushed.”

Sybil swallowed and gave a shake of her head. “I’m just feeling rather hot, that’s all,” which wasn’t a complete lie.  Despite the chill in the evening air she was feeling rather...hot.  She mumbled her goodnights then and quickly retreated to her room, burrowing under the covers of her bed and hoping somehow to keep the image of Mr. Branson and his intense eyes from her mind...and her heart.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 

“You behaved like an ass tonight,” Matthew muttered over his brandy.

Tom grunted, but didn’t argue the matter.  He knew Matthew was right, and he had already offered a long apology to Isobel as well as his mother, who he had gone straight to explain what had happened as soon as he had entered the house after that disastrous dinner.  I think it’s safe to say I won’t be returning any time soon, he thought to himself.  Had someone told him this earlier today, he’d be thrilled at the notion.  But right now, he felt the exact opposite...

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get like that,” Matthew added after a moment.

Tom rolled his eyes.  “You’re exaggerating, my arguments are much more passionate than your own--”

“As a solicitor, yes, but not at the dinner table of someone we’ve just met, and with a woman no less!”

Tom frowned.  “Men can argue with women every bit as passionately as they would with other men.”  More so, he thought.

“Perhaps, but...still, I don’t understand what happened tonight to cause you to--”

“She just got under my skin,” he growled, moving away from Matthew, his defenses rising up as he glared out the window, Downton’s massive spires rising over the forest in the distance.

He caught Matthew’s reflection in the glass, and frowned at the somewhat amused expression his friend and brother seemed to wear.  “You don’t say?”

Tom gritted his teeth.  “No,” he warned.

A smile broke out across Matthew’s face.  “I don’t think I can recall you ever saying that about a woman...”

“Stop it.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t be so quick as to cut your chances with all of Lord Grantham’s daughters--”

“Enough!” Tom snarled, moving away from the window and stalking across the room towards the door that would take him out of the parlor, groaning at the sound of Matthew’s laughter behind him.

“Oh come on!  Would it really be so bad?”

“Aye!” Tom threw back over his shoulder, not stopping until he reached his room and slammed the door behind him.  Good God, Matthew couldn’t be serious, could he?  No, no, he was just trying to get a rise out of him...and succeeding, damn it.

Tom stalked over to the basin in the corner and splashed some cold water onto his face.  It helped with relieving the fire on his skin, but did very little to relieve the fire he was feeling in his veins.

Why was this bothering him so much?  Why did...she...bother him so much?  It made no sense!  And why did it bother him that Matthew was most likely right, that he wouldn’t be going back to Downton any time soon?  He muttered a curse and stripped off his shirt, threw open a window to let in some cool air and took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to calm this strange rage that was flowing through him.

But when he closed his eyes, it was her face he saw, her own blue eyes, wild and fiery, her body beautiful and tense and alive with anger and passion, not backing down, not shrinking away, but rising to meet him, glare for glare, word for word--

A ragged breath escaped Tom’s lungs and his body trembled, not from rage but an altogether different emotion, one that was having a somewhat unwelcome effect on certain portions.

He kept the window open but turned out the lights and collapsed onto his bed, forcing his mind to think about Ireland, about Manchester, about ANYTHING but Lady Sybil Crawley...and her other possible passionate responses.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

#downton abbey #Downton Abbey AU #sybil crawley #tom branson #rock the 'enemies to lovers' AU #If Things Were Different #an 'enemies to lovers' AU version ;oP #fanfic of a fanfic #I couldn't help myself! #magfreak #happy valentine's month #sybil x tom

[dual-legacies]

To characters in both Aus, is Inko considered a momma bear?

ITWD! Toshi and Hisashi: (affirmatively) Yes

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Admin Chaos: (takes over for Ult AU) Unfortunately for this AU, no she is not.

#itwd au #ultimatum au #midoriya hisashi #yagi toshinori #all for one #dad for one #all for one is midoriya hisashi #admin chaos talks for a bit too #Anonymous

[dual-legacies]

When was Hisashi born

Ult!Hisashi: When do you think I was born?

ITWD!Hisashi: Go ahead and guess~

#itwd au #ultimatum au #bnha #Anonymous #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya hisashi #all for one #dad for one #All for One is Midoriya Hisashi

[dual-legacies]

Admin Chaos: Get some hype up cause ITWD’s chapter update is really soon!

Finally got the chance to draw and design Tenko’s hero outfit :D

With classes being over I can go back to focusing on drawing and working on my fics again.

Sorry for the wait guys but hopefully soon you’ll be getting some content from me!

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#art #chaos's art #admin chaos's art #midoriya tenko #shigaraki tomura #shimura tenko #itwd au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fanart #mha fanart

[dual-legacies]

“Do your best....it might be your last....”

New chapter for If Things Were Different is now up!

Read it here!: link

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#art #chapter art #itwd au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #iida tenya #midoriya izuku #Chaos's art

[dual-legacies]

“Don’t hold back.....”

Newest chapter of If Things Were Different is now here!

Read it here: link

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#art #chapter art #chaos's art #itwd #itwd au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #uraraka ochako #bakugo katsuki #chapter update

[dual-legacies]

To which reality can answer Kurogiri do you know the name Shirakumo? If not ult! All for one maybe knows.

ITWD!Kurogiri: Though...it seems that my counterpart knows something. I’m not sure if it is good to ask now.

#ultimatum au #itwd au #uh oh #kurogiri #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #oboro shirakumo #itwd kurogiri is not shirakumo #he is his own person #shirakumo unfortunately died like he did in canon and stayed dead #ult kurogiri on the other hand.... #whoops #mineblocks303

[dual-legacies]

“What a displeasure to see you here...”

Newest chapter of If Things Were Different is now here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/18748273/chapters/56143897

Thought I forgot? JOKE!

But in all seriousness, been rather hectic as of late. Please guys be sure to stay healthy and safe during this time!

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[dual-legacies]

What did Ult! And ITWD! Hisashi's face look like the day Izuku was born?

Inko: He couldn’t stop crying. I had to pry him from his arms so he didn’t drown our son with his tears.

#art #drawn ask #chaos's art #dad for one #all for one #midoriya hisashi #all for one is midoriya hisashi #midoriya izuku #itwd au #ultimatum au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #look at this crier #it's not just inko okay #Anonymous

[dual-legacies]

Hisashi Inko what do you think about Izuku fell in love with Uraraka Ochako also known as Uravity?

ITWD!Hisashi: Believe me, we’ve been monitoring from the day we found out.

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Ult!Hisashi: What’s this? My son has a-

Ult!Izuku: (mushed his face) IGNORE!

#rip the boys #itwd au #ultimatum au #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #midoriya hisashi #all for one #dad for one #all for one is midoriya hisashi #admin chaos: sorry for delayed response been rather busy @.@ #evandersblog

[dual-legacies]

“You have no say on what we are...”

New chapter for If Things Were Different is now up!

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#art #chaos's art #admin chaos's art #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #itwd au #midoriya izuku #bnha fanart #mha fanart

[dual-legacies]

“This is my future, not yours.”

Chapter 15 of If Things Were Different is now up!

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#art #chaos's art #admin chaos's art #chapter art #itwd au #todoroki shouto