#MODER AU

[a-sky-full-of-ideas]

My favourite jobs of MDZS characters in a modern AUs (that aren’t business men cause that’s too obvious) and why, in no specific order!

WWX

Graphic designer (XZ former job, freelancer)

Gardener (he loved it !!)

Athlete (all rounder)

Photographer, specifically landscape/storms or otherwise on site stuff (free/unbound)

Artist (freelancer and creative)

Flutist

Band member specifically bassist and lyricist

DJ (free)

Influencer (is he not basically that lol)

YouTuber

Journalist (he loves to annoy ppl and find things out that they’d rather not want)

Talk show host/interviewer

Stunt man (he loves the adrenaline)

Crazy scientist/engineer (achieve the impossible)

Basically anything that is full of freedom, where he can travel wherever, whenever he wants! Something unbound to a place and by his own rules.

LWJ

Vet (he loves those bunnies so much)

Classical musician

Music teacher (loves music/good with kids)

Fashion designer (have you seen his wardrobe)

Librarian/archivist (he likes order)

Judge on a music competition show (we know he loves to judge ppl but also bring out the best in them)

Influencer, doesn’t talk in his videos at all, just shows the skill, wether it’s cooking, martial arts or music

Journalist (helps ppl and cares for the uncomfortable truth, no qualms running to the end of the world for it)

Critic (wether it’s restaurants or movies, judgemental but eloquent and fair)

Anything traditional and well regarded but that is supporting one or more of his interests. Then again he can be a judgmental and rebellious.

JC

Architect ( “rebuild the Yunmeng clan to its former glory” or sth. Also fashion for buildings but very logical, precise and pragmatic and mostly a highly regarded job)

Fashion designer (have you seen his wardrobe?!)

Lawyer (dude loves to argue and scare ppl but also cares for the right ppl to be punished aka 2in1 for him)

Meteorologist (who best to read the incoming storm but the storm himself ?)

YouTuber, specifically cooking channel “cooking with juijui” aka for JL

Gym teacher (we see him train his new disciples)

Swimmer (best swimmer of YM or what ? Drowns out his thoughts and focuses on his body which at least he knows)

Librarian/archivist (he likes order and is stuck in the past)

Dog trainer

Vet/animal shelter owner (he loves those dogs so much and if he can’t have them he’ll at least treat them)

For him I love the two extremes of either sth that his parents will highly approve of cause it gets them money and status or sth that is completely just for himself and his interests, be it animals or his nephew

LXC

music teacher ( loves music and good w/kids)

Art teacher ( can draw and good w/kids)

Librarian (quite life he craves )

Professor

Flutist

Classical musician (traditional)

Yoga teacher

Voice actor for self help books and stuff

Judge (fair but steadfast)

Museum director (traditional and honoring the past)

Born a teacher I believe. Patience of a saint, not condescending at all and skilled at everything he does. Doesn’t need the fame of being a pro.

Some obvious ones

Wen Qing = doctor

JYL = Cook (Restaurant or celebrity with talk show)

NHS = fashion designer

NMJ = personal trainer

Feel free to add!

[tanuki-yuki]

day 7 and 9, I'm also doing my partner's challenge, so it's cringetober AND gametober for me now lmao

(also kind of cheating bcs Omori came out when I was a teen but I was waiting since I was a kid so whatever)

[somewillwin]

Tanthamore moder au for the pride event ♥️♥️♥️

Pride event 🏳️‍🌈

[robespierrchik]

yappie modern au Saint - Just💥🔥🎉🎉

[youdothetalking]

modern au

[postwarlevi]

I have this modern AOT HC that Jean had a guinea pig as a kid and without telling his mom (who had earlier said no) went out and bought his a friend and well, they were opposite sex so.. you can imagine Mrs Kirsteins horror when she comes to clean his room one day and he's been hiding guinea pig babies!

He cries when she makes him give them all away and his friends all take one. Everyone takes good care of them, except Eren who accidently forgot it existed and well 💀.

Carla apologizes to Mrs Kirstein and they decide not to tell Jean, but he tells Connie who spills the beans and Jean is pissed and to this day, that's why Jean still holds a grudge against Eren.

[unfrtune]

moder au! Collei like a student

[neigerougefransss]

loving an idol doesn't mean i can't love you — chapter 1 : unrequited love

(AO3 link below / I'm lazy to copy paste the entire chapter here but if anyone wants it on Tumblr instead of AO3, I will post it)

Fandom : Alien Stage (Web Series)

Relationship : Ivan (Alien Stage)/Till (Alien Stage)

Tags : Minor Mizi/Sua (Alien Stage); College AU; Roommates AU; Modern Au; Angst & Fluff; Domestic Fluff; ect...

Summary:

It was well known that Ivan had a crush on his long-time best friend except for the concerned one, Till.

But it was also well known that Till had only his idol, Mizi, in his life. Ivan knew damn well it was never possible between his beloved and him, Till's love for Mizi was so strong that it made his heart hurts by how pure and intense this affection was. Ivan could never been the savior of Till's sorrow, it was Mizi, but Till was the only one who ever made Ivan felt like this since they meet in highschool. He knew it wasn't possible, his love was unrequited from the start.

Until Till actually met Mizi, who happened to be Ivan's older sister - Sua - secret's girlfriend. Maybe loving an idol wasn't the kind of love Ivan was craving from Till... And maybe, his feelings weren't that unrequited.

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

𝐆𝐎 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

In the Westerosi constitutional monarchy, Crown Prince Rhaegar found himself imprisoned by the rigid dictates of his birthright. Despite his lofty status, the gilded cage of royalty choked him, killing his unspoken desires. As he treads the corridors of and the very exclusive and most luxurious boarding school in the continent, more and more he embraces the inevitability of having to concealing his heart's yearnings, to the day he died.

Yet, a fated encounter unravels his world. Lyanna, an enigmatic new student hailing from the North, emerges as a tempestuous presence. Veiled in mystery and unfazed by his princely mantle, she refuses to bow to convention. With her arrival, the halls of the boarding school transform into a crucible of transformation, igniting a journey that transcends fate itself. Follow the start, the middle and the end of the relationship that will change everything.

𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊

Lyanna Aleksander Rickardevna Stark, is a new student in the Harrenhal institute, she came from the North after being released from prison. She likes to keep her history under wraps; Stark was enrolled into the Harrenhal Institute and went to the Labradorite house. Right as she came to the school she met Rhaegar Targaryen and unlike most people she did not treat him as someone who deserved her respect solely on the merit of his title, if anything her opinion of him wasn't the best because of this.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

The Crown Prince Rhaegar Lucaerys Aelon Targaryen, Duke of Dragonstone Rhaegar was born as the first son of King Aerys and his consort, Queen Rhaella, Rhaegar is currently first in the line of succession after his father. Since birth, he has dealt with the weight of many responsibilities and is acutely aware of what is expected of him, to keep up a positive public reputation for the sake of his family. He made the decision, he wanted to live his life as normally as possible, but that was not permitted by his parents, who sent him to the prestigious boarding school near Harrenhall. Rhaegar's life was, but he couldn't see a way to make it out of it. But in his junior year, he met Lyanna, and that changed his mind forever.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Alternate Universe - Academia | Alternate Universe - Teenagers | Angst and Fluff and Smut | Some Humor | But serious too | Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con( not in the story )| Private School | Alternate Universe - Boarding School | Alternate Universe - Rock Band | Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Rivals to Friends to Lovers | Slow Burn | Lyanna uses sarcasm and antagonism as self-defence | Rhaegar is a sad boy who needs a hug | Forced Proximity | Fake/Pretend Relationship | Dark Academia | Flash Back Fic | Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD | Second Change Love Maybe ?

[madamadragon]

Fang Duobing has an ASMR channel on YouTube and Li Lianhua listen to him every night before going to sleep

That's it, that's the modern au

[partyanimal167]

Nice Rides- Kidd x F!Reader

And we're back! My bike is giving me shit right now which reminded me of this little fic that I haven't continued yet. I'll take Pearl (my bike) to shop later this week, so for now, we're going to pretend everything is perfect lol.

I need to write more Kid. He's so fun and spicy.

CW: black fem reader in mind, modern au, fluff, bubbly reader, light instances of misogyny, motorcycle stuff

Kid stood still with arms crossed and a deep scowl planted on his face. He wasn't sure what his role was in all of this, but he was fine with watching from a distance as people approached you and chatted away.

You cleaned up your bike for the show. It was glossy white with purple lights accenting the body. Your cat helmet chilled on the seat, and you talked eagerly with your hands--heart cutouts on your riding gloves visibe and the reason for your odd tan lines.

Kid didn't bother bringing in his old chopper for the event. He had a decent enough car parked elsewhere; he just tagged along quietly. Kid grumbled to himself mostly as old men pointed from far seeming to crack jokes and not take you seriously.

It pissed him off.

"Oh, there's a vendor I wanna go peek at real quick. I'll be back Kid!" you waved off before going to the tent area.

Kid grunted in response and looked around the grassy field--unsure of what to do with himself. He was surprised that you actually hit him up about the show. When he arrived, you just finished polishing off your ride and beamed at the mechanic before giving him a big hug.

Kid appeared calm as you rambled on about different Japanese models that you only saw in magazines before and how you wanted to find some accessories for your lanyard. However, Kid's mental gears were rolling. He had to remember that you were new to the area, so it was probably some form of comfort seeing him even though Kid wouldn't consider himself good company.

He only spoke to you a little, and the people he did know were interested in meeting you and how long you had been riding. Thankfully, not so many people were arrogant to think that you didn't know your stuff; enthusiasts go to these types of events. But that didn't mean there wasn't trouble.

Kid glared around as he popped his gum and honed in on you slowly making your way back with a little gift bag in hand. Two old geezers had stopped you, and you looked just as bright and sweet talking to them.

"That's a cute little moped you got there, sweetie. Did your daddy get it all fixed up like that? Make it a pretend bike?" one of the men jeered. You stiffened at the comment and decided to turn and walk away.

But an arm reached out with ill-intentions.

"Hey! I-,"

"I suggest you old farts fuck off and leave the girl alone. You can't even imagine handling a ride like hers." Kid barked out--easily getting in between the men and yourself.

The two spit on the ground and flipped off the man. "Whatever punk. You probably like riding your girlfriend's sissy ride. Do you have to ask for permission to touch it?" they laughed.

Kid started fuming. "I'll fucking-," he paused after feeling your hand on his arms. You gave him a gentle look--seeming to say how it wasn't worth it. Kid slouched his arms and let out a breath. "Fuck away from us your bastards."

You walked back to your ride with Kid stomping behind you.

"You're too nice. I don't know why people can't just be normal about you having a motorcycle." Kid grumbled as he plopped in an outdoor chair. You leaned onto your ride and just gave him a smile. (Ba-dump) Kid paused before turning his face away from you. "Anyway, go run around and see what's here. I'll watch your beaut."

You pouted and huffed. "But Kid, I want us to walk around together."

A blush started to creep. "But what- what if some punk touches your bike? Or those bastards fuck with it?"

You giggled and tried pulling Kid up from his seat. "If someone messes with her, then I give you one-hundred percent permission to beat them up. Plus, we'll take her to your shop so you can charge them crazy too. 'Kay?"

"Fine." Kid kissed his teeth as he stood, but you just wrapped your arm around his. You were all bright colors and smiles to his garage gloom and glares.

"Yay! So our date continues!" you cheered before beginning to head off.

Kid's feet followed, but his mind was elsewhere again. So it is a date.

~~~

Maybe I am gonna buy another motorcycle...

[johnlockismyreligion]

@elenatria @fuerst-von-argot @art-is-a-malady

In a Young Valoris AU, this is the sweater Valery wears to go to lessons every day.

[drmarune]

Modern Au who Nacht

and yami have children and Morgan come out of nowhere after year’s alive and well and see he is a Onkel now

Morgan:surprise brother I’m not death….

Nacht:oh god I hallucinate right now……

Morgan:I‘m a Onkel?!

Yami:Morgan?!

Nacht: you are really not death?!

[dope-trope-105]

Mundane like a box of chocolates

(Modern) Aegon II Targaryen x Reader x Aemond (maybe)

Summary: Aegon, Aemond and reader are on a private plane, reader has always felt something for Aegon, he seems to show some indication back, but reader has been hurt before so she doubts whatever hints he drops. Reader has been friends with the Targaryen fam, but there’s around a 6-8 year age gap.

Rating: T

Warnings: angst, fluff, sort of pointless? non-satisfying end, mostly feels. 

Word count: 2k

Part 2?

I had really underestimated my sleeplessness, because the moment we were in the air, I was yawning and fighting the urge to close my eyes. I didn’t really realise how or when but I found my large chair full leant back as I threw away my shirt, my sunglasses and heels, wrapped myself into a big white comforter, and I certainly didn’t realise when I lost myself to the abyss of sleep. 

Aegon Targaryen was beautiful. His near-white hair, his lilac eyes, his pale skin adorned in gold. He would always have a sharp contrast to him with his dark, high neck clothes. He was care-free, he was drunk almost all the time, and he slept around. But he was smart, alcohol seemed to make him funnier, and oh how I knew each girl he slept with probably had the best experience of her life. He was lean, but he had strong arms, a strong chest, and he was a man of dreams. I hadn’t realised just when I had begun looking at him, nay, admiring him, in a sexual and romantic sense. He was fun growing up, definitely not a role model, but the best person to show you a good time, a non-sexual good time for me. But when I was around fifteen-sixteen, when I saw him again for the first time in months, it was indescribable. He seemed so perfect. 

He felt so perfect. His hands were on my exposed thighs, cold rings sending shivers down my spine, his mouth over mine, his chest flush against mine now that I sat on the large ebony table. The slit in my dark dress allowed me to wrap my legs around him, pull him as close to me as possible. He was everywhere, and all I could do was revel in the feeling, in him. My dress slipped, his mouth went to my neck, my fingers found them in his soft hair, my head spinning as goosebumps rose all over my skin. I knew nothing at that moment, only him. Not a sound in the room, not a single being, I could barely register the room, much less the world outside. He was all I knew then, as his arms went to my waist, pulling me even closer. Not a single piece of clothing was off, but he felt better than any sex I had ever had. He was a dream come true. 

And suddenly it wasn’t just him, a harsh sound came from the distance, the empty room looked unknown, his warmth slipped from me as my eyes shot open, making direct contact with lilac ones that sat in front of me in a large leather seat similar to mine, his chin resting on his hand, legs nonchalantly crossed as he simply gazed at my now awake form. “Everything all right there?” he spoke, a blush creeping onto me as I took in the surroundings of the plane, the sheen of sweat all over me, my heavy breaths, a more wet feeling between my thighs. “Yeah, why?” I cleared my throat, looking away from him, his eyes boring into mine, it was like he knew. “You were whining in your sleep, incomprehensible words over and over again,” he stated. “What was I saying?” I asked, dread filling me, but he only made an upside down smile, “I wouldn't know, I wasn’t in your dream,” he said, leaning forward slightly, he knew. I sat up, looking around, Aemond was on the opposite side, immersed in his book. If I had said something vile, he would’ve reacted. He had to. But he only looked at me as I carefully got up, pulling on the shirt and gingerly walking to the bathroom, completely aware of Aegon’s unmoving gaze from mine. I tried my best to collect myself in the bathroom, wiping away any remnants of my dreams, not a dream come true if it's still in the dream, right? After five minutes of deep breathing and staring at my own reflection, trying to forget the raunchy dream, I went back to my seat. Aemond was still immersed in his book, and Aegon now gazed out of the window, his scotch glass in his hand, the gold glinting on his fingers. I simply sat down in my seat. “How long till we land?” I asked. “Three hours, at most,” Aemond said, not shifting his gaze from the book in his hands. My paranoia got the best of me and I wondered if I had said something, something so depraved that now he couldn’t meet my eyes, or even look at me. I began to feel a lump in the back of my throat. I trusted them enough to know that if I did say something, it wouldn’t leave this plane, but I would hate myself forever if I had ruined my relationship with either of them because of a stupid wet dream my hungover self decided to have out loud. 

But my paranoia crumbled when Aegon turned his gaze back to me. “Come here love, I would like to show you something,” he said, a slight smile on his face. I walked to him, sitting next to him, following his gaze out of the window next to him. It was mesmerising. The sun shone golden, washing all the clouds in a shower of gold, the most beautiful view one could ask for. Pink and orange hues danced in the sky, it was a view so captivating I forgot everything for a moment, completely lost in nature, how simple bending of some components of sunlight could create something so beautiful, so extraordinarily fascinating. “Stunning,” Aegon whispered, pulling my lost self back into his eyes, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. “So simple, yet so perfect,” he said, his eyes never once leaving mine. I wanted to tell him to be careful, to look at what he is talking about lest he may send some mixed signals that would most definitely have a drastic effect on my mentality. “Nature isn’t simple,” I said, feeling like I was breaking the unspoken connection Aegon had created between the two of us, so unspoken that I felt even Aemond, the ever watchful and observant man, had no idea. “No she is not. But I like to say it, watching her turn in annoyance because she knows just how complex she is, she doesn’t like it when I simplify her, and I enjoy getting a rise out of her,” he said, eyeing me, as if he was being genuine. Maybe he was. Aegon had been doing this for as long as we’d known each other. Every now and then, I’d tell him a new theory I learned, either in real life, sometimes on facetime, and he would ask me to explain what I learned, and when I did, he’d repeat it in the most simplistic manner possible, almost as if the wondrous theory was nothing more than a mundane box of chocolates, and he’d revel in my complete confusion and annoyance. “Nature’s a she then?” I asked, determined to make him mention the term even once. “All good things are women,” he said, chuckling as he finally sat back, I snorted. The tension dissolved, and I was grateful he decided that passing our discussion off as a joke was the best path to take. And soon after, we ended up talking like we normally did. I refrained from telling him any new theories or talking about boys, I feared he’d sense I wanted none of them half as much as I did him. We stuck to discussions on fashion and his immaculate knowledge on alcohol.  

“Aemond, are you alright,” I asked. Aegon and I had been hysterically laughing at a perverse joke he made, when Aemond shut his book with a force so intense it was like a metal box being dropped on the ground from ten feet in the air. He didn’t say anything. “He gets moody sometimes,” chimed Aegon, but I wasn’t satisfied. I left his side to go to Aemonds. He seemed angry, but he gained his composure quickly, “A crummy ending to a good story,” he said, aloof as he gestured to the book. “Oh,” I said. I knew it was something else, but I knew it was better not to push Aemond. “I’m sure you can read a better one, or just tear out the last page. Eliminate the problem,” I said, a smile growing on me as I finished my sentence. “I would, but it would cost me dearly,” he said, not even sparing me a glance, it seemed he didn’t want my company. So I wordlessly withdrew. I knew I had no right to, but it felt bad to be dismissed like that. I went back to Aegon, who knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of his brother’s apathetic mask, behind which only the lord knew what lay. “He’ll feel better after a drink, darling, don’t fret,” Aegon said, taking my arm as he drew comforting circles on it. It was funny to me, Aegon was so affectionate, but never to Aemond, and he would remain uncaring when his brother was clearly unhappy. Did Aegon really think I was in more need of comfort than Aemond? This was when I’d fear getting too close to him. Was he like this with all his loved ones? Would it be this way for me if I became too close to him? He only looked at me as I was deep in thought. I wanted to ask him what he was looking at, all this time, he’s been looking at me, and it was starting to piss me off. Not because I mind, but because I had no idea of the intentions that lay behind them. Did he really think of me the way I thought of him? Was he just fucking with me? Or could it be the worst, he wanted a one night stand. All this build up just so he could see how I was in bed and then be done with it? I had been hurt before in the same way, and I couldn’t help it. It had destroyed me, but this would break me. For not only would I be betrayed, I would lose the relationship I had with him, and I was very close with him. That was a friend, this was more, a friend, a source of comfort, a symbol of familiarity, I identified the family with Aegon, I didn’t want to accept it but I really did love him. I knew of my obsessive crushes, it had always felt like love, but it was an obsession. This, how I felt for him, this is love. I had loved him before I knew what love was, before I would start obsessing over certain men who gave me just enough attention and affection, which was why I was sure it was love. It was stupid of me to correlate everything I thought of in his presence to him, but I really didn’t know how else to feel. 

“When will we reach?” I asked, breaking my train of thought and pulling my hand out of his, turning away to face the front. I did not wish for the comfort of the man who was the cause of my mental turmoil, at least not now. “Mustn't be more than thirty minutes, or an hour at most” he said, an almost undetectable tone of disappointment in his voice. No one spoke after that. I decided to bring my knees to my chest and turn to look at the sky again, not looking at the man who seemed to be the one my eyes wanted to see. He would turn to me every now and then, but would not interrupt my peace. Did I push him away, his comfort? Or did I save myself from a certain type of heartbreak? Either way, it hurt enough to keep me silent. 

[robespierrchik]

[sharkteethies]

he wants to order