#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

[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 🤭

[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. 

[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.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Jitterbug - Only Go Up From Here - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: Here it is! The last fic for this AU/series. I'm actually kind of glad to be reaching the end. These dance fics have been fun to write, but I'm looking forward to getting back to my usual fics. As for the dance in this fic, I don't actually have a particular performance that I was heavily inspired by for this one. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.

Type: Dance AU/ Female Reader/ Fluff/ Can be taken as romantic or platonic

Word Count: 903

The jitterbug dance was, as Vil understood it, an amalgamation of all of the various swing dances. As such, anyone who had already taken and failed a swing dancing class previously was taking the jitterbug class in hopes of at long last passing this final dance class that was being offered.

The jitterbug’s nature as being the most general of all swing dances was also why Vil had chosen it for his class. 

Because while Vil had danced before in various films, it was always some sort of slinky dance befitting a villain. The jitterbug was, as all styles of swing were, a dance for a lead role simply because it was fun, free, and most certainly not suited for someone in the role of an antagonist.

And then there was you, the perfect fit for a lead female in any film. Wreathed in smiles, ever willing to help, even if at times grudgingly, and seemingly fearless when it came to saving others from themselves in even the most risky of situations. 

Vil couldn’t have hoped for a better partner.

What was unfortunate was that you seemed surprised that Vil was perfectly capable of letting loose and enjoying himself. 

He supposed he couldn’t blame you. He was usually serious because he had to be. After all, the eyes of the world seemed to be constantly on him. Such was the life of a celebrity.

But here at NRC, he was no longer quite so special and was allowed certain freedoms since paparazzi weren’t constantly lurking around some corner. And one such freedom was getting to behave more like a normal teenage boy who wasn’t constantly under the harsh glare of the limelight. 

But you were incredibly accepting of both that and him. While you had briefly hesitated at first, it hadn’t taken you very long at all to relax around him, just as you always did. Unconcerned as you danced alongside him, laughing all the while as you glanced his way with glittering eyes that showed your enjoyment.

Crewel had obviously wasted no effort in teaching you. You’d already learned all the other forms of swing dancing and passed all of the previous classes. Not even Sam could say anything against your performances of his beloved style of dance.

Vil had no concerns about whether you would do well in this, the final dance class NRC would hold. If something went wrong during the performance, it was going to be on Vil.

Not that he was concerned.

There was a certain freeness to the jitterbug that Vil discovered he’d been craving. He hadn’t noticed it during the lessons when he’d been dancing with other partners. In fact, it hadn’t been until he’d practiced choreography with you that Vil realized that this uninhibited joy was something he wanted. Something he’d been searching for in his own way.

And during the performance, he found it again. That strange, free sense of joy that stemmed either from dancing the jitterbug or from dancing with you.

Vil did wonder if that joy was present simply because you let go of any expectations you held towards him and allowed him to exist, dance, and laugh alongside you. 

You whirled across the floor, fully trusting him to execute any lift, spin, and even do an around-the-world flip that hadn’t been entirely planned.

The improvisation angle was brilliant to him and felt like ad-libbing except for the raw amount of trust it required you to place in him. When you finally touched back down, ending the dance with your feet hitting the ground as you laughed breathlessly at him, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

You were grinning as well, still slightly out of breath, as you brushed a few escaped hairs out of his face before unconcernedly taking his hand and leading him across the dance floor towards where the so-called ‘judges’ sat. 

And it was so like you to not be worried about what being by his side might mean. But then Vil supposed that to you he wasn’t a famous celebrity first and foremost. No, to you, he was always Vil first.

“That was amazing! The jitterbug is a slightly less codified dance than the others we’ve had as classes, and you still managed to execute it smoothly and with incredible precision. I expected nothing less from a professional such as yourself, Mr. Schoenheit, but I am still impressed.”

Crowley was practically beaming at him, but as soon as he spoke, Vil could already feel the glow of the spotlight returning to him. Reminding him that while you had provided him a brief respite from the limelight, it was going to return.

And he accepted it. He’d chosen and fought for this life after all. Being famous was what it took to reach the heights he sought, so he accepted it all.

But he couldn’t deny that the little breaks you seemed so innately capable of providing him had become beyond precious to him. Sometimes it was nice to just be Vil. 

Not Vil the actor. Not Vil the model. Not even Vil the singer.

Just… Vil. The young man who’d just danced out there with you and earned his passing score on his own efforts even though he had nothing to prove to you. After all, you’d seen him at his worst and accepted him.

And now he could only go up from here.

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