#Dance AU

[norealclue]

Oh my god miraculous ladybug dance au???? What are you doing here….

[sliebman10]

Dance AU

Tendu right. One, two, three, four

Tendu left. Five, six, seven, eight.

Plie and up, releve and down.

Again.

The teacher wove in and out of the identically dressed boys, lined up at the barre. She stopped to fix Remus’s turnout as usual. Sirius couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Some people hadn’t learned technique when they were three and four years old, barely able to reach the barre like him. His mother wouldn’t have stood for anything else. 

She nodded approvingly at Sirius as he went through the combination on the other side. 

Later, they were rehearsing for their showcase. He and Remus has a pas de deux together in the middle. He couldn’t help but stare at Remus’s long lines and sharp pointed foot. What Remus lacke din technique, he made up in grace on the floor. Even Sirius could see that. Clearly Remus loved ballet and had worked hard to get where he was.

He’d heard his cousins whisper derisively about “scholarship students” and turning up their noses  at anyone not from their insular circle. But Remus was a breath of fresh air. He didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to dance.

And dance he did. Sirius tried not to be too distracted watching Remus as he danced his own part. Remus brought out the playfulness in his dancing that he’d thought he’d lost as a little kid. With Remus as his dance partner, he could rediscover the whimsy he was afraid he’d lost. 

When they were done, they bowed to each other and ran off, making room for the next pair.

“Nice job,” Sirius said, bumping Remus’s fist.

“I didn’t land that double pirouette like I wanted,” Remus said.

“Just say ‘thank you,’” Sirius said.

Remus’s face softened and he looked away shyly. “Thank you.”

Word Count: 302

@wolfstarmicrofic

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Dance AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 14, word count 385

“I do not want to go to a disco, Marlene. Sequins and white flares are not my thing.” Remus grumbled at his best friend as she dug around in his wardrobe for appropriate clothing. 

“This will have to do,” She muttered, irritated as she pulled out a sky-blue shirt. It was also Remus’s best shirt. Most of his wardrobe was made up of soft geometric jumpers, also known as ‘Hey, my granddad has that same jumper’ jumpers. “Put it on, and these,” Marlene ordered as she tossed the shirt and a pair of black jeans at him. Reluctantly, he sloped off to the bathroom to change. When he came back out, Marlene appraised him and clucked her tongue as she undid his top button. “Come on, let’s get going before all the pretty girls are taken.” 

“You know that’s only a problem for you, right?” Remus rolled his eyes at her but followed her out of his flat. 

The second he stepped into the disco, he knew he’d made a mistake. Marlene, sensing his imminent flight, shoved him in the small of his back out onto the light-up dance floor. It was hot, sweaty and loud. Remus wanted to go home and curl up with a good book. 

“Stay here,” Marlene shouted into his ear. “I’ll get us some drinks.” She left him alone. He closed his eyes and tried not to freak out at the unknown bodies that kept knocking into him. Why on earth had he agreed to this?

He opened his eyes again, and they fell on a mass of black curly hair swirling around the prettiest man he’d ever seen. Remus groaned when he saw what he was wearing. A brightly sequinned shirt, unbuttoned to just above his waist, showing off milky skin and a scattering of tattoos. He let his eyes trail lower. Of course, he was wearing skin-tight white flares. 

The man caught him staring and shimmied his hips towards him. Remus looked at the crowd on either side of him because there was no way this gorgeous man was looking at him.

Warm hands wrapped themselves around his hips and started encouraging him to sway. His eyes snapped back to the front and straight into the steel-grey eyes of the man from the middle of the dance floor. 

[sunnycycle]

thinking of ballet teacher and dancer mumbo again. and im like kfbekdvekdgsjdgjesb. thinking of scar making all of his costumes and ballet shoes. and just generally thinking about mumbo teaching the children ballet and then scar appears and all the kids get excited to finally meet him, since mumbo talks about him nonstop.

Scar sometimes gets pretty ill and Mumbo has to take care of him. Because of this, Grian takes his class.

One important note. Grian cannot dance. He is the piano player in the orchestra.

[alex-not-albon]

dance au is shaping up to quite a fun and silly project >:) (chapter 4 is taking awhile because its really long) (sorry)

but the landoscar is FINALLY beginning and im so excited to see the reception!!!

[sunny-prongs]

Ballet dancer James and Hip hop dancer Reggie

Okay I love the dance AU with James being the hip hop dancer and Regulus the ballet one BUT imagine;

James always loved dancing, since he started to walk he seemed that he was dancing. Naturally his parents teached him all the dance they know but it was never enough for their son so they decided to let him go to all the dance class he wanted to.

Ballet was the one he started to like the best and the one he excelled the most. On the other hand, after he one day came back from his hip hop class crying he refused to ever go again and totally gave up on this style.

Regulus have been raised to be the perfect ballet dancer, his mother was famous for her elegance and grace before being pregnant and quiting the scene and because of that she projected her dreams on her sons, wanting to make them be even better than what she was. But Regulus hated this type of dance, he was sick every time he needed to go in class and it was just torture for him.

When he was around 13 he skipped class, feeling too bad to go he asked to go home and his teacher, scared to hurt Walburga's son, let him go. On his way home he of course walked the slowest possible trying to reach home at the hour he was supposed to after his class and that's when he met Barty.

Barty was apparently spying the ballet class since a while because he immediately knew who was Regulus and how much he despited ballet class. They talked a bit, mostly Barty talking while following Reg' on his way home, until finally Barty said he was dancing hip hop with his friends. Regulus tried to hide his curiosity but at the end when Barty told him a day, an hour and a place to join them, the boy just go without thinking much.

Of course he joined the group, became friends with them and started to learn this dance style which seemed to be a revelation for him. Regulus hate ballet because it make him feel trapped but hip hop is just completely the opposite, letting him feel free for the first time in his life.

I don't know how things would happen tbh but Regulus would end up teaching James hip hop trying to make him like it as much as he does and reciprocated until eventually both start loving each other's dancing styles deeply and fell in love with each other 🤭

[ratscantwrite-alt]

DANCE AU

[comfymoth]

If there were to be a dancer AU, what kind of dancers do you think some of the qsmp people would be? And maybe a duo is like- an actual duo in ice skating or ballet! Just a silly little idea I had in the back of my head :D

several wikipedia searches and one very nostalgic re-watch of strictly ballroom later, i’ve returned with thoughts. good thoughts? ehhh. cohesive thoughts? an even less convincing ehhhh. but i do have thoughts!

anyways. have a competitive ballroom dance au made by someone who knows nothing about competitive ballroom dance

roier and spreen as long-term dance partners just makes sense in my brain, but naturally that has to end badly, probably because roier’s been chasing a relationship while spreen’s just been chasing a win. the last routine they competed with was a tango. (did you know there’s a variation called the argentine tango? it isn’t ballroom, but apparently, the accompanying music is known to be sad)

forever and cellbit have also been partners for- well, forever, and dating for most of that time, but naturally that also has to end. with a breakup. a messy, messy breakup that they can not stay professional throughout, and in the end it’s best for the team to split and give it time. the last routine they competed with was a samba. (ballroom samba is pretty disconnected from brazilian samba— samba de gafieira or samba pagode would be better examples of partnered brazilian sambas)

roier doesn’t actually meet cellbit through dance. he meets him at a coffee shop— where he then proceeds to recognize him from nationals and talk his fucking ear off about dance. see, roier is anxious to get back into competing, more out of spite than anything else. cellbit, on the other hand, is much more hesitant. he has no plans to go back any time soon. roier does still manage to talk him into visiting his studio, but that’s just for fun, he swears, just a little social thing, to mess around and practice. and maybe it is fun. maybe cellbit keeps going back, maybe it becomes a routine. maybe they really get along. maybe- maybe it’s a good distraction for roier, actually, to take his mind off competition and just enjoy dancing again. and maybe it’s good for cellbit to remember why he liked this enough to compete in the first place.

they do become a pair, eventually. and they do make it back to nationals. the first routine they compete with is a viennese waltz. (the main difference between a viennese waltz and a standard waltz is the tempo, but both are traditionally used for weddings)

[menori-ori]

Art dump!

Megazarak, Convoy, FireMist and Iceberg in @pastelpaperplanes Thorns&Thrones AU

Megatron and Optimus from my Angel&Demon AU and a sketch of MegOp in Dance AU

And I don't know what I was thinking in a last one :3

[rintarousgirl]

cheshire cat smile -- akaashi keiji drabble

✧ - y/n and akaashi are ballet dancers at the same academy, always fighting for the top spot.

a/n: i am for sure going to explore this concept more, but i had to get this little drabble out first. warning, this is slightly suggestive (i think ??)

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You watched as Akaashi left Takeyuki's office, a pleased little smile on his face as he stretched one arm over his head in silent victory. You glared, an unpleasant scowl curling on your face as you march your way over there.

"What did you do?" you growl, standing in front of him.

He tilted his head, playing his stupid little innocent act. "I don't know what you mean, Y/N."

You huffed and grabbed his wrist to force him to walk with you. He does so without complaint, allowing you to drag him along by his wrist. "This seems counter-productive," he points out softly as you both come to a stop outside of your dressing room.

"Whatever," you roll your eyes, as you turn to him. You cross your arms, trying to seem bigger than you are seeing as he has a height advantage over you. "I know you bribed Takeyuki or did something like that. You're a snake," you spit, jabbing a finger into his chest.

He raises his hand with a small smirk. "I'm an honest man. I would do no such thing."

"You would!" you nearly shout. "You're so determined to take this spot from me, and I don't know why!"

His eyes darken just a little bit, and his small smirk slips off his face. "Is it not normal to want something? Even if somebody else wants it?"

You bite down on your lip, frustration pumping through you. "Shut up," you mutter, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I want that spot more than you and you know it. That's why you're being so infuriating about it."

"Whatever you say, Y/N. Don't act as if you wouldn't do the same," His drawl seemed bored despite the implication that you would cheat, and that only serves to anger you more. You shove him up against the door of your dressing room, relishing in the shock that flashes across his typically neutral face.

"Don't dismiss me," you growl, "That spot is mine, Akaashi. I will do what it takes to get it fairly. I'm not you."

He grabs your wrist which was curled in the fabric of his shirt, he pulls it away, but your grip remains strong. You weren't going to give up lightly.

"I'm taking advantage of the circumstances. Maybe you'd get more chances if you were a bit more resourceful," he hums, pursing his lips.

"You mean if I decided to cheat," you correct, tilting your head with a small smirk.

"Not necessarily," he smirks, "sometimes you just need to be a few steps ahead of the competition." There's a flicker of something in his eyes, and you know he's come up with a new solution to get out of this predicament. You don't have the time to try and figure out exactly what though, because Akaashi's deduction skills would always be better than your own.

He brings you close by the hand still fisted in his shirt, and you gasp as he pulls you in for a kiss. You feel your body go limp, and your grip on his shirt go lax as his mouth moves in sync against yours.

Akaashi's lips are soft, and only chapped a small amount. He tastes of the raspberry chapstick you see him apply so often. His tongue swipes over your lip, asking for entrance. You melt, your mouth opening wider as he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth ever so slightly.

He's teasing you, and it's lovely and excruciating at the same time.

His hands roam up your sides, rubbing at your skin through the thin fabric of your leotard. He caresses his hands over your body, where your thin little skirt hangs on your hips.

A small shiver wracks your spine, and you let out a little whimper into the kiss. You feel a bit lightheaded from the lack of air in your lungs, but you know that the moment Akaashi pulls away you'll want him back.

You never thought you'd need Akaashi like you needed air, but here you are.

He pulls away, a small trail of spit connecting your wet mouths. His cheeks are flushed, but you're sure yours are fiery red.

He leans close, and you close your eyes as if he was about to kiss you again. Instead, he whispers against your lips.

"I'm always going to be five-steps ahead of you."

And then he walks away, your hand having fallen from his shirt as you stand helpless outside of your dressing room. You can hear his soft laughter, ringing in your ears like a taunt.

With shaking hands, you tug on the doorknob to your dressing room and enter, collapasing into the chair in front of your desk.

God, you hated Akaashi Keiji.

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taglist: p.s there isn't an actual taglist lmao this is just everyone who commented on the og post

@emyasorensen / @reveusecherie / @keniza

[siriuslygay1981]

Funny little excerpt from my rosekiller dance au? Yes, here you go

" That just creeped him out, there wasn't much to smile about, he kinda wanted to scream random things at them to make them stop smiling.

'Global warming!! Homeless people!! Starving youth !Abandoned puppies! Orphans !!Animal abuse !!Dark magic!! Evil dark lords!' "

Making this a game

+12 points to whoever can guess whose pov this is

+10 points for who can guess who he's talking about

+4 extra points if you can guess his emotions (there's very little indication to this so its a little bonus)

[thestarminstrel]

my fyp sometimes will remind me of old aus and then i gotta do something about it

(speedpaint on my patreon 😌)

[silent-scribbs]

Tried out a different style with the dance studio au bois 🤔

The left/first one is with my gradient I use, and the one on the right is without the gradient :3

[bohemian-nights]

Dettles AU: The Hunger Games🗡️

[scribeoffate]

Scerek ballet au:

Some werewolves at the Hale School of Ballet are there because of their hard work, passion, and dedication. And some are there because their mother owns the School. When Derek and Scott are paired for pau de deux, neither of them are happy. Sparks fly as they are forced to work together.

In fact, you might say the partnership is something magical. And something more than just dancing.

[clumsydragon28]

"sharing a kiss while dancing >>>" WE NEED 😍😍😍

Ahh what a perfect request 🥰

For those of you who have read Plié-sed to Have Met You, this little teaser takes place within that same universe. It's a scene that I plan to include in my soon(ish) to come Shikajin part 2 of this dance AU. It is not necessary however to read Plié to understand the below. And so, without further ado...

Sway

“When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me”

Dean Martin

Full story below the cut ✨

“Hey, Inojin?”

He looked up from removing his shoes, expecting to meet Shikadai’s gaze and instead was met with the back of his boyfriend’s head. Inojin made a small noise to indicate he was listening, waiting for Shikadai to continue as he kepy fiddling with his laces.

“Would you be interested in teaching me some dance steps? I mean, nothing too crazy. You know, just the basics or—”

Inojin nearly catapulted himself up off the ground and grabbed Shikadai by the arms. Those were words he never expected to come out of his boyfriend’s mouth.

“You want to dance?”

Even though they happened to be standing under one of the ceiling lamps in the studio where the bulbs had blown out, Inojin could still make out the blush on Shikadai’s cheeks as he gave a shy nod in response.

“Oh my god, really?! Really? I can’t believe it, oh my god, of course, sweetie! That makes me so happy.”

He watched as the initial shock on Shikadai’s face from the excited outburst morphed into a smile. But not just any smile. This was a special smile. A smile that made Inojin’s heart flutter more than even the worst bout of stage fright.

It was that smile where his eyes became alight with love. That smile that revealed Shikadai was exactly where he wanted to be and there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. That smile only few people ever got the pleasure of being on the receiving end of.

Inojin still couldn’t believe that he was so lucky to see that smile every day.

He kicked his shoes off fully as he grabbed Shikadai’s hand and dragged him over to a part of the room where the overhead lights did work and they could see each other clearly. 

Inojin decided to start their lesson with the class step ball change. He chose it not only because it is one of the most basic moves in all styles of dance, but he assumed Shikadai would have an easy time with it. It’s one of those steps where the name of the move tells you how to perform it: you step with one leg, then switch your weight to the ball of your opposite foot, and then back. Inojin thought it would appeal to his boyfriend’s overly logical brain and come naturally to him. All he had to do was follow along with the words.

Apparently though, Inojin thought wrong.

For ten minutes now, he watched as Shikadai continuously tripped over his own feet. He just couldn’t seem to comprehend he had to change the balls of his feet and not keep one plastered to the ground. Inojin offered several times to teach him a different step, but Shikadai refused. He was trying so hard to get it right, Inojin could see beads of sweat drip down his forehead and land on the lens of his glasses.

Shikadai seemed determined to get this step down no matter what, and Inojin was wracking his brain to come up with a way to help him. He started to think back to moments with his parents. Back to a time when he was small and he was first learning these steps himself. The memories prompted him to try a different tactic than having Shikadai just watch and attempt to copy his feet.

Inojin walked over to where Shikadai was fumbling around and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. He pulled him in tight so that Shikadai’s backside was flush with his whole body. He could feel Shikadai stiffen at the sudden contact, so Inojin placed a reassuring kiss onto the back of his neck.

“Don’t fight against me, okay? Just relax and let my body guide yours.”

Inojin started to move, lifting his right foot fully off the ground. The top of his thigh pressed into the back of Shikadai’s, effectively raising the other man’s leg with it. Inojin then placed both of their feet back onto the floor and repeated the movement on their left but at a much quicker pace. Then again with the right as that same faster speed.

He continued the slow-quick-quick pattern over and over. With each step Inojin took, Shikadai’s legs did the same, being led by the gentle nudging. Inojin could feel the rhythm start to flow through Shikadai as he became more accustomed to the movements through this hands-on approach.

Just like a child learns to ride a bike without training wheels for the first time, Inojin slowly loosened his grip from Shikadai’s waist and let the other man try on his own. He couldn’t help but grin with pride as Shikadai continued to step ball change all by himself. 

It was a different kind of pride than what he’d experienced with the students he taught in class. Inojin imagined it was similar to how his parents had felt every time they watched him first master a new step.

This wasn’t a sense of pride fueled by pure accomplishment, no. This was a pride synonymous with love.

“Well, now that you’ve mastered that, let’s try something else.”

Inojin chuckled when Shikadai jumped at the sound of his voice. He gave Inojin a puzzled look as if asking how they were now on opposite sides of the room. Shikadai had seemingly gotten so caught up in the dance, he hadn’t noticed he was no longer being held.

Inojin walked back over to his partner, making sure to flash one of his signature cheeky winks. He then grabbed Shikadai’s arms, placed them around his neck, and put his own hands on Shikadai’s waist. He once again felt his boyfriend’s body tense up with shyness, so Inojin pulled him in closer and rested his chin upon Shikadai’s shoulder.

“Don’t be nervous. I got you. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

Inojin started to move again. This time, his feet barely lifted off the ground as he gently rocked the pair right and left. He then rubbed encouraging circles into Shikadai’s sides, silently asking him to follow along. Inojin could feel the other man’s body melt into his own, allowing Inojin to lead them in the slow dance. 

Inojin had danced with many partners over the years. Girls he’d had to lift over his head and hold their waist as they spun around. Guys he’d had to dive over and swoop under as they moved across the floor.

But this. This wasn’t anything like that. 

There was no choreography to ensure they didn’t step on each other’s toes. There had been no practicing for hours on end to make sure the timing was right for a big lift. There was no set rhythm of 1-2-3 over and over again to the tune of music.

No this. This required no plans. No counts. No steps. No marks to hit. This was the most basic of dances and the most natural. The most comforting. The most freeing. The most pure. 

This was simply two people. Sharing their space, breathing as one, swaying side to side, and just existing. 

Inojin nuzzled further into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck, enjoying the ever-present scent of sand and heat. Even though it had been a few months since Shikadai had gone home for winter break, the smell of the desert never left his skin. It was so foreign to Inojin who had grown up in the concrete laden labyrinth that is New York City. He could live without the stench of sweaty subways and steamy sewer grates. But the aroma that was pure Shikadai? He couldn’t get enough of it.

Now that he had calmed down from the earlier excitement at Shikadai’s request, Inojin decided it was time to ask the question that had been on his mind since then.

“So, why the interest in dancing all of a sudden?”

He felt the blush from Shikadai’s cheek warm his skin. 

“Well, it’s such a big part of who you are. A part that I don’t know yet.”

Inojin rearranged them slightly so he could look at Shikadai’s face. He could feel that same excitement from before eager to resurface. It was taking all of Inojin’s patience to let Shikadai finish without interrupting him again.

“I want to know as much as I can about every part of you. Even the parts that I don’t really understand.”

The flush on his face was still present as Shikadai turned his gaze to the ground. Inojin’s eyes watched as the movement caused his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. Shikadai unconsciously wrinkled his nostrils as if trying to inch the frames back up to the top. 

God, his boyfriend was so cute. Inojin couldn’t stand it.

“I just. I really appreciate the part you play in my own life. And I wanted to thank you for that. So, I don’t know, I just thought—”

That’s it. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His patience had run out.

Inojin snatched Shikadai’s hand and raised it above both their heads. He spun the other man around, twirling him like the ballerina inside his music box, before grabbing Shikadai around the waist and dipping him back across his arm. He then bent down to place the biggest, sloppiest kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Inojin put every single part of himself into the kiss so that Shikadai would know all of it. That he too appreciated the role the other man played in his life. That he was beyond grateful for the journey they had taken together to get to here.

He imagined right now they looked very similar to that famous photograph of the sailor kissing a complete stranger in the middle of Times Square. Inojin had seen so many tourists reenact that pose over the years. And though Times Square was a part of Manhattan that every native New Yorker tried to avoid at all costs, Inojin couldn’t deny that he had secretly wanted to join in the fun too and copy it with a partner.

But right now, taking a photo was the farthest thing from his mind. In this moment, Inojin felt so special, so cared for, so loved by the man in his arms. It was a feeling that spoke more words than any picture ever could.

And so, even though it went without saying, Inojin just couldn’t help himself.

“I love you too, Shikadai. So very, very much.”

Inojin in return received the biggest grin he had ever seen. Shikadai’s smile was so wide that his cheeks pressed into the bottom rim of his glasses. He then proceeded to right himself up and engulf Inojin in a hug so tight only an Akimichi could rival it. 

He had expected Shikadai to let go after a while, so Inojin was surprised when instead the other man brought them even closer together and began to rock them side to side. He had apparently decided to take the lead, and now Shikadai was the one to guide them in the slow dance.

Inojin tried to think of a time in all his years of competing and performing where he had loved dancing more than this moment right here. But none even came close. 

This was special because it wasn’t about how high he could jump or how many turns he could do in a row. There was no music, no counting. It was just about them and the air that swayed with them as they floated through it. 

They danced without outside pressure. They danced without clear cut rules. They danced without thinking about.

They were just dancing.

And they were free.