This is pretty much a YOI blog, but I also enjoy other anime, so how else can i introduce people to the other anime I’ve been getting in to than with the almighty AU? Please watch/read houseki no kuni if you enjoy beautiful androgynous leggy immortal gem people and existentialist angst.
“You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU
au prompt: through their rookie goalie, chowder, the falcs discover Bitty and his baking and end up basically with the same obsession/arrangement as in the comic. then jack zimmermann gets traded to providence and he’s baffled by this random, really cute baker who’s been adopted by his new teammates.
Genre: Greek Mythology!au, high school!au, Fluff / Slight Angst
Length: 2.2k words
Warnings: mild language
Summary: You had a pretty normal life. Well, normal for someone who’s half human-half god. Yeah, like the one’s you’ve heard of from the books. All you’ve wanted was to be considered as normal. The world outside your mythical school might’ve seen you as normal since it had no idea who or what you were, but you still felt that sense of alienation from society. And the help you were given? A group of mischievous boys that caused you mayhem and chaos until you learned to accept yourself.
Shance High School AU in which lance is the scrawny nerdy kid who gets picked on by the jocks, and struggles with anxiety and depression, and where Shiro is a jock but also protects Lance in every way possible. Like walking him home or to classes. Soon enough they both develop crushes on each other (even tho lance was and still is head over heels in love with shiro even before they met) but never really confess.
One day lance see spots Shiro at his lunch table with his friends and tries to talk to him but then his friends (which are the jocks) start picking on him saying that he’s not worth being at their table that shiro would never be friends with someone like him. Making Lance flinch at the harsh comments. When Lance looks at Shiro hoping he’d defend him, he hoped wrong.
“Shiro? Is that true?” He asks in a small voice. The jocks just snicker but look at Shiro as he hesitates to answer.
Shiro laughs dryly, “Of course it’s true youre not worth my time.” Shiro says immediately regretting what he just said. He doesn’t know why he said it. Actually he did, he didn’t want to disappoint his friends. Once he takes a look at Lance his whole world crumbles. Lance has fat tears running down his face, lip trembling, books clutched tightly to his chest as Shiros friends are laughing and pointing while he does nothing about it.
Lance commented, “I thought we were friends…” before running away.
For the next week Lance isn’t in class and Shiro thinks that Lance might have done something to himself. Dread washes over him as he contemplates the possibilities of what Lance could do to himself, knowing he struggled with mental illness. But as he’s thinking the bell rings for class and the last person to walk in is Lance.
The sight was unruly. Lance wore a baggy sweater with baggy sweats. His hair disheveled, sticking up in every direction. And his face, god his face. It looked as if he hadnt eaten for weeks. His cheek bone stuck out prominently his eyes sockets going in deeper with dark bags under them. Eyes rimmed red probably from crying. And his skin as pale as can be.
Shiro felt sick. It was all his fault. He felt as if he didn’t deserved to be seated next to Lance. Lance deserves better than to be seated next to someone who destroyed his world with a few simple words. But he doesn’t sit next to him he just asks the teacher for the work he’s missed and walks out. Without thinking Shiro bolts out of his chair and runs after Lance, tuning out his teachers cries for him to get back in his seat. But he ignores it, because his only goal is to see lance and ask him if he’s doing ok.
Shiro turns around the corner and spots Lance about to walk out the main doors to the school, but he shouts,“Lance!”
He stumbles a little trying to reach Lance.
Lance pauses and turns around slowly as he recognizes the voice that called him.
“Lance, please wait! I need to talk to you!” Shiro exclaimed. But Lance responds
“I thought you didn’t talk to people like me? I thought I wasn’t worth your time?!” He starts to raise his voice.
“No Lance I-”
“I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS! I trusted you! I loved you!” Lance shouts tears streaming down his face.
“I thought you would always protect me… but you fucking broke me.” Lance whispers. His words hit Shiro like a ton of bricks, he doesn’t know what to say.
“Lance I don’t- I don’t know what to say.. I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry Lance!” Shiro tries.
“Sorry? You’re sorry?” Lance laughs wiping away his tears. “Your sorry is worth nothing to me.” Lance says staring dead straight into Shiros eyes then turns around and walks out the door. Leaving Shiro in the middle of the hall way. And maybe forever.
summary: You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. (AU; CEO!Bucky)
characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F), Natasha Romanoff, mentions of Sam word count: 943 (drabble series) warnings: none A/N: Hm, guess I’m really into this series. Here’s the second part already. Thanks for the responses to the first part! :)
It took a few seconds for Natasha’s words to sink in.
Her boss. Her fucking boss. You knew Natasha was the CEO’s executive assistant, so this means that this James Barnes–kind, charming, unrealistically cute stranger to you just a few seconds ago–was the CEO.
You just couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know whether to laugh or to run away out of humiliation because you basically just told the person paying for everything that his party sucked!
You silently begged for the walls to close in on you or for the ground to swallow you whole right then and there.
Lance lives a comfortable life in the outside mall nicknamed the streets of Voltron. He bakes for a living with his friend, Hunk, and enjoys the company of the other store owners near him. Life seems great and easy until some pretty boy with a mullet opens a bakery across the street from him.
au Louis is a wealthy businessman who controls the entire London police, Harry is a killer, who kills the enemies of Louis. And it would seem they can not fall in love, but fate has their own plans for them
If you’re my Romeo then I’ll happily drink the poison: Prologue (Royalty!AU/Prince!AU)
Hey guys. Thank you so much for reading my first headcanon and giving it so much love. If you haven’t seen it you should check it out! Here’s a new story that will be updated probably once a week. I’m not sure how many parts there will be yet but most chapters will be longer than this, this is just a taste of what’s to come. I hope you guys enjoy it, feel free to give me feedback and all that good stuff.
Word Count: 1634
Warnings: Mentions of sexuality, also swearing possibly. TBH, I swear so much that when I read them I forget if they’re swears or just normal words.
“Let’s hope Prince Charming isn’t as uptight as his parents,” You groan, slipping into the backseat of one of the families bulletproof cars. You removed the bulky Celine sunglasses tasked with shielding your face from prying eyes and camera flashes. Even when your family tried to leave in secret at 5 AM, people still seemed camped outside the gates trying to get a look inside. Your brother sat next to you while your mother sat across from you after the two were done giving a couple of smiles to the camera.
“Please don’t offend them,” Your mother said removing her own sunglasses. She was a beautiful woman, classic and modern at the same time. She wore a black cotton button up, with dark wash jeans and peep toe heels. Even traveling she managed to stay effortlessly beautiful. Meanwhile, you attempted to look put together in your Adidas tracksuit, Fenty bow slides and with your hair thrown up into a ponytail. Your mother had attempted to coax you to get you a bit earlier for prep, but you didn’t want to get dolled up for a day of being in the car. Easily you could have taken the private jet and sliced this trip down to 45 minutes, but you were in no rush to get to your destination. Your mother didn’t even appear tired. As you like to call it her ‘Queenly glow’ always shrouded her and made her looked perfect. One day you hoped to be just like her when you were Queen.
Ah, when you were Queen. A dream you had your whole life, but as you aged the dream was sullied. The first thing standing in your way was your older brother. He was probably your best friend even though he constantly got on your nerves. The competition between the two of you was healthy. You would never purposely do anything to ruin his chances as King, even though you wanted the throne yourself.
The second issue was that around the time you were 3 years old your father made a deal with the kingdom of Azure. Azure and Cadiella, your kingdom, were never in the best of terms. Books detailed the constant power struggle between the two. Your parents wanted to dissolve the tension. The agreement was an arranged marriage in exchange for peace. They were offering you a place as Queen in exchange for resources. Once you were successfully married off trade barriers would open, both kingdoms would thrive, relations would be improved, and all that other good stuff. Bullshit, utter bullshit.
You couldn’t blame your parents for wanting to put this to rest after centuries, but at the same time how were they so naive? Azure was known for being incredibly ruthless and opulent. They only care about themselves in their own bubble. You enjoyed the finer things in life, but these people were on a whole different level. You saw how the Royals were. The Princes wore Rolexes while playing basketball. There were parties hosted at the castle what seemed to be every week so they could show off all they had. Pictures had been leaked from the princes private Snapchats showcasing how ostentatious they behaved. It was vastly different than your more reserved kingdom, where parties were only thrown when tradition mandated. And to think you were about to be thrown right into this. Every day got you closer to being Queen Holland of Azure and it felt like a death sentence.
“Mother, would I offend my lovely inlaws? Ooh maybe I could talk about how one of their sons was caught in the middle of a ceremony getting blown by a maid,” You asked innocently batting your lashes.
If looks could kill, you’d be a pile of ashes. You quickly shut up and slumped back in your seat taking into account your mothers glance, making your brother snort next to you. Instinctively, you jabbed his ribs with your elbow and he kicked your foot.
Your mother rolled her eyes at the antics of her two adult children. “Y/N, I get that you’re upset but you can’t act like this. You’ve always wanted to be Queen honey and this is the game you have to play to do it,” She said softly. Yeah, you wanted to be Queen but not their Queen.
“You and daddy didn’t play a game,” You snapped back. She sighed. “Why can’t I be like you and not listen to what my parents have to say?”
“Because Y/N our situation is vastly different. My marriage wasn’t riding on the future of our kingdom and people. Also, I am not my mother. When I was upset and ran away, she let me have that time. Hear my clearly Y/N, if you run away I will find you, bring you back and have 3 security guards so close to you that you can’t even use the restroom in private. Is that clear?” She threatened.
“Crystal,” You sulked folding your arms over your chest and kicking your feet up in the seat next to her.
Your mother rubbed her temples only able to think: Prince Thomas I hope you can handle my little firecracker.
“Mum said get up, also to get your whore out of here,” A voice said. Tom let out a groan rolling over in his bed. “Seriously the brat is on her way so hurry up.”
Tom forced his eyes open and let a groan escape his lips. He attempted to sit up, but a small pair of arms tightly wrapped around his torso. “C’mon Tommy tell him to go away. No one can tell you what to do,” His date from the previous night said. She was an Instagram model named…shit. His mind raced trying to remember anything about her, minus her figure, and failed. She pulled him into a kiss attempting to distract him. “I’m still here you know!” Harry spoke up rolling his eyes.
Tom pulled away and looked down at the girl. “Last night was great darling but it’s time for you to go. I’ll have one of the drivers take you back to your hotel,” He assured her as he threw on a pair of Calvin Klein sweats. His head was sore as he may have gone a little wild last night. It was his last 24 hours as a single guy, from now on he was expected to be a committed fiance and preparing to take the steps from Prince to King in the span of 2 weeks. His best friend Prince Harrison from a neighboring kingdom surprised him and the two had probably one of the most intense nights out since they went gambling in Monaco and almost indebted their kingdoms.
“Do you expect me to go home wearing that?” She asked pointing to the torn bits of rose gold fabric left of her dress. He did vaguely remember that. Mentally patting himself on the back, he went into his casual closet before grabbing a long Yeezy shirt and giving it to her. “I can’t get something from the Queens closet?” She asked.
Harry snorted laughing while Tom winced at the thought. He really needed to get her out of here before his mother did find out and subsequently chewed him for bringing a girl back to the palace the night before he was supposed to meet his future Queen. The girl caught the hint and got changed into the shirt and her heels from the night before.
“Can I have my phone back now?” She asked. No matter how drunk he was last night he hadn’t lost his mind. It was a protocol that unless they were his best friends Tom had any visitors give their phones to security upon entrance. He didn’t need any pictures being leaked of what goes on behind closed doors.
“It will be waiting in your car,” Tom said pulling on a sweatshirt. “Harry will show you.”
Harry followed his request to lead the girl out. Tom gave him a thankful look before heading downstairs for the traditional Holland family breakfast. Most families shared meals together for bonding but to them it was just more time to build their image.
Tom was arguably the most lovable prince, minus his youngest brother, simply for the fact that he was able to charm his way out of almost any situation. He was trained to make people fall for him in a way and even when he screwed up he was hastily forgiven. His power plus his smile made him damn near unstoppable when it came to getting his way. Except when it was with his parents.
The crown prince stepped into the dining room designated for breakfast and was met with glares from the royals.
“When we told Harry to come find you we assumed he’d return as well,” Queen Holland sniffed.
He slowly sat down at his normal seat next to Paddy. “I asked him to do me a quick favor he’ll be back soon,” He said before picking up his traditional latte.
“Getting rid of her before I can chew her out?” She asked taking a sip of her orange juice.
He chuckled lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, mother.”
“Thomas there’s no point in playing a game, we know what and who you’ve been doing all night,” The King piped in.
“I wanted to get it out my system before my lovely wife got here. Wouldn’t want to be labeled a cheater now would I?” The cocky prince asked before popping a grape into his mouth.
His mother slowly seethed with rage. “Just…go change now. Look presentable, press will be there and you better be on your best behavior. Is that clear Thomas?”
“Crystal,” He smirked. Tom’s parents shared a look that read: this is going to be a long day.
Summary: You thought Steve was going to be a one night stand, one and done, but you found yourself drawn to him, like the proverbial moth to the flame. He was so much more than the tattooed, beer drinking, bar owner you thought he was. But somehow the headlong rush into love wasn’t turning out like you’d hoped. Word Count: 1,601 Warnings: Language, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, angst… It’s an AU, anything and everything will probably happen. Author’s Notes: This fic wouldn’t be possible without @captain-rogers-beard and @climbthatmooselikeatree Their help and beta work has been invaluable. Thank you.
Reaching up, you scraped your nails through his thick beard and pulled him down, kissing him slow and lazy, sighing happily into his mouth. You could see it happening from a mile away, the way your heart did a double beat in your chest, how your stomach flipped and tumbled, the bliss that filled you, made you feel so incredibly wanted and needed; you were falling in love with him, and fast.
Steve couldn’t sleep, not when she was lying there, wrapped in his arms, their legs tangled together, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her lips parted, breathing deep as she slept. She was absolutely stunning, and it made his heart stutter painfully in his chest. He was falling for with her, hard and fast, with reckless abandon.
Several months ago, he was wondering when he would meet her, the one that took his breath away, the one that was a hard ass with a heart of gold, that could stand toe-to-toe with him and not back down. Then two and a half weeks ago, Y/N walked into his life, and that was it. He knew straight away that she was different from all the rest, that she would change his life. He just didn’t realize how fast it would happen.
Hey!I've been trying to find this fic for a while now; it was maybe 50k? Everyone was going on a road trip to New York to see Allura's band and Lance was going to see Nyma again, he'd met her previously on a holiday or something like that. I remember Pidge and Allura fighting, and also Shiro and Keith. Pidge and Hunk also had a ferret named Apollo, and I think Hunk's grandma died. And Allura's old friend had also offered to take Keith on the road with him. I hope that was enough, thanks !
Keith has hardly left the house in like, six months. His brother, Shiro, apparently takes issue with this. Which is why Keith finds himself spending the start of his summer trapped in a death trap of a car with four people he barely knows, his brother and a ferret that’s trying to kill him, on his way to a concert event across the country. This is not how Keith had planned his summer to go, that’s for sure.