#modernau

[vickychendraws]

had an au thought and ran with it o/

[purinshock]

tee bee h ive been a hijack fan since the beginning of time ive just been too shy to draw & post them but new year new yaoi

im still getting used to drawing them bcs my brain is wired so weird for years i thought if i drew them and didnt portray them exactly how i wanted id kms but yk what hell yeah. hell yeah. also pls talk to me abt them ill pee with joy

[itsberru]

elevator kisses 💋💙

[shrimpjuice]

Modern no-magic AU

After their second date, Sirius texts Remus in his dorm (shared with James, of course).

Sirius: I wish I kissed you.

He’s left on read. He sighs, running his hands down his face. Well, that’s it, he supposes.

Then, there’s a knock on the door. He opens it to Remus, who pulls him in by the collar and kisses him right on the lips.

“We’re neighbors,” Remus reminds him.

[staycait]

HAII sorry I'm not good at explaining but could you do enemy scaramouche x reader where reader was just talking to a boy classmate of hers and scara got jealous so he fucks reader in the schools bathroom ?? SORRY IF IT SOUNDS WEIFD :33 (handcuffs + vibrators if you want to)

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⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　pretend enemy ! ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ modern!au!scara x fem!readerㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ you talk to your guy classmate to ask questions about the project you and him are doing, not noticing the fact that scaramouche was watching you two, until he pointed it. you shrugged and told him not to think too much about it. but should you really be underestimating your enemy’s jealousy.. ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , handcuffs (fluffy ones) , sex toys , some degradation , && praise .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , not proofread !!

﹒ thoughts ; HELLO STAR ANONN!!! (Is it ok to call u that?) Thank you so much for requesting 😭😭💕💕 I didn’t have any motivation and I didn’t have ideas either. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! :D so sorry this was late btw 😔😔 BTW THIS IS STRAIGHT UP PORN LIKE FIRST SENTENCE BOOM BOOM POWW jk

ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS SUCKS SO BADDDDDDIDDHHSJW BF

> story right under the cut <

How could things lead to this? You were only talking to a guy classmate for a project, what was so wrong with that?

You tried to grasp on anything you could, the bathroom stall handle maybe, never mind. You had cuffs on. What the fuck has possessed Scaramouche to do this anyway?

This isn’t fair, the fact you were the only one drowning in absolute pain and pleasure while he was taking joy at how you reacted to his touch.

God, his dick was hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. The way he pounded into you just felt so good that it hurt.

You were sobbing and drooling, where had your clothes done? You didn’t know, and you didn’t care either. His cock was flooding your mind.

How was he hitting inside you so fucking deep? So rough and quick at the same time as well. This should be illegal, you thought.

Where did he get handcuffs? The fur around it was your favorite color too. How did he even manage to bring a clit sucker and a dildo to your college?

You wanted to claw on him, dig your nails into his back and shoulders. He had you wrapped around his finger. You were against the bathroom stall door with your legs wrapped around his waist, he could reach deep inside you, and he knew you wouldn’t complain.

“P-Please.. Can’t take it.. Anymore..!” You manage to mumble out.

“Maybe don’t talk to other guys next time.”

You whine, throwing your head back once he takes off the clit pincher and starts rubbing it.

“It was for the.. Project, damn it!”

“Too bad, so sad. Just keep on taking my cock like the good little slut that you are.”

You didn’t know if you wanted more or if you wanted him to slow down or stop fully.

You were forced to submit—force wasn’t necessarily needed, you’d submit anyway. You’ve forgotten how long you two were in the bathroom. Someone must’ve heard you two by now. Or earlier. Maybe a lot of people have already.

Despite the sounds of your lewd moans and skin slapping against skin being so loud, you could slightly hear it echoing around the bathroom, you hoped that no one heard you two, your dignity would be gone the moment anyone had stepped inside and heard you two.

“Please…” you sobbed.

“You’ll be fine, baby..” he cooed. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You hated his tone of voice, you hated that he was right even more.

“So fucking tight..” he chuckled.

He drove his cock deeper inside you, earning a loud moan from you. His movements were getting sloppy. So much for being cocky, he was cumming too anyway.

“I’ve to admit.. I hate seeing you with other guys.”

“H-Huh..?-“ Your own moan cut you off.

He leans against your ear to whisper, “I didn’t say anything.” This fucker.

You played along, you didn’t have any energy to say anything, you’d just be babbling incoherent, inaudible words. You tightly shut your eyes, you were so close. So, so, close.

“ ‘m so close..”

You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter, and tighter. Until there was a ringing in your ears. A white noise.

You came, and you felt him cumming inside you as well.

You two stayed there for a good 3 minutes, maybe? Until he finally pulled out. White, thick liquid pouring out of you. And a string of cum connecting him and you together.

“You held up longer than I thought.”

You [playfully] hit him on the shoulder with the little strength you had left.

“What? It was a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes, but despite how you were acting, you let him clean you up and help you put your clothes back on.

You were pretty sure that he thinks you don’t know why he did this. You knew he was jealous.

You smiled unintentionally as you watched him put his pants back on. Maybe you were seeing him in a different light. :)

“Were you even.. Wearing a condom?”

“Hmm.. I wonder.”

As you were talking to your partner, the teacher walks up to the both of you with a sorry smile.

“Hello.. Sorry to interrupt, but [name], you have a new partner.” And come waves Scaramouche.

[spookbooh]

Morning Antics w/ Wriothesley -Wriothesley Oneshot x Reader- Modern AU

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Waking up beside your dark haired husband turns out to be quite the soft moment for you two.

The stinging morning glare soaks through your closed eyelids, rousing you from a peaceful sleep. You groan at the daring realization of forgetting to close the blinds to avoid this start to the morning, but your thoughts are silenced when a gentle hold around you tightens briefly, as if to remind you of his existence.

After adjusting to the blinding light pouring into the room, your eyes land on your sleeping husband beside you, chest rising and falling with every other tick of the clock in the hallway. The sun looks befitting on him, skin scarred yet still so soft under your touch. Your gentle grazes on his cheek wake him however, and icy blue eyes meet yours.

“Mmng..” he groaned softly, reaching a rough hand to cover his face from the sun. You chuckle a bit. “…What time is it?”

He reached for your phone on the bedside table, glancing at the time before settling back into his imprinted place on the mattress. He smiled seeing you, though.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” you say with a snort. His hair was undoubtedly tangled and twisted in itself, though you could say the same for yourself.

“Morning..” he sighed, running and hand through his hair at your mention of it. The top two buttons on his dark grey top were open, practically screaming for you to glance down, which you did with a smile and slightly tinted cheeks. The marks down his neck always had you swooning, even while not bandaged in black fabric. Wriothesley of course, always caught you staring.

“Damn, not even a kiss first?” He laughed. You grant his wish by leaning in and kissing his cheek, though he pulls you right back in to press his lips against yours for a few seconds before pulling away. The sheets made that familiar shifting sound at every move you two made, and still fell on deaf ears per usual.

“How about some coffee and pancakes?” You say with a smile. He nods happily. Despite not being the biggest morning person, you tore yourself out of bed just to spend a little more time with your husband before you both had to depart for work. Often times, the morning antics you two got up to were the highlight of your day- such as the time you accidentally put too much salt on the eggs and left both of you sputtering for water or when Wriothesley tripped over himself while frantically pulling up his work pants because he slept in too long and was then running late for work and you couldn’t stop laughing at him the entire day after that.

Perhaps the only thing you disliked about the morning now was the burning sunlight throughout your shared apartment… and getting out of those heavenly sheets, of course.

While Wriothesley stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth and wrapping up his scars to put on his suit, you couldn’t help but peek in like a child eyeing the cookie jar after they just had their treat for the day. The office he worked in seemed off put when his skin was bare so he started to cover them for the sake of a smooth business environment. You swore you were ready to tear each employee a new one when he started doing this but he assures you every time that he’s not insecure about it and just wants to keep the peace.

You left him alone to get ready in peace while you went to prepare pancake batter so he could at least get some food in his stomach to start the day. While you almost screwed up the batter to water ratio, you cooked a decent plate of 8 pancakes and started brewing his coffee the way he liked- a dash of milk and the slightest bit of vanilla. He preferred to start his day with coffee and drink tea throughout the day to avoid an unhealthy amount of caffeine, which he also bothered you about on occasion.

You nearly had a heart attack when you felt his hands around your waist, a little lost in thought in that moment to realize he had finished getting ready. He laughed softly, feeling your jolt of surprise.

“Relax, relax. Just me,” he noted, resting his chin on your shoulder- be it by bending his back into a uncomfortable position to reach down far enough. “Smells good.”

You turned, hooking your arms over his shoulders and kissing him one more time.

“Your coffee’s almost done. Pancakes are on the counter, too,” you say. He hums softly before moving to the island counter where you put breakfast.

“Thanks, hon. Really,” he says, grabbing a mouthful. “I’ll be sure to treat you to dinner tonight.”

You smile subconsciously, already looking forward to it.

-Written by Booh. ^^

Notes;

I love this man I love this man I love this man I love THIS MAN.

[midnighttomoscow]

Going into their last year of study at the University of Manchester, Sirius and Remus have been dancing around a blooming crush for the last few years. Everything comes to a head right before their last fall term together and both boys think they’ve made a terrible mistake.

“What do you think it means?” Sirius’s voice is quiet, just above the music. Remus turns, coming face to face with him. His hazel eyes are glassy, gaze soft as it flits over Sirius’s face.

“What do you mean?” When Remus asks, Sirius’s brows furrow, the slice through his right eyebrow almost disappearing.

“Fate up against your will,” Sirius repeats almost reverently.

Remus bites his lip, the movement drawing Sirius’s eyes towards it.

“It’s inevitable.” His voice is soft, bordering husky.

***

I’ve been writing fanfic for a very very very long time and within the last few years I’ve had the opportunity to meet some of my fave people in my life. 

This fic started as me monopolizing Darcy’s (aka rotten_souldier) question box on her instagram and snowballed into a weird and wild friendship that’s blossomed over the last year. I am so lucky that something I’ve written is graced by Darcy’s drawings and that we get to share it with the fandom! 

Mongrel Minds is part of a Modern universe Darcy and I have created. The series is called Modern Love and there will be three fics within this story arc. I don’t have set post dates so this will be a slow update labour of love kind of thing. 

I just hope you love these guys as much as we do! As always fanfic is free to read on ao3 HERE Illustration by rotten_souldier (Instagram, Tumblr) Beta read by Beanz (Instagram, a03) Cover design by myself

[stannis-is-my-king]

[demiesop]

[kalaidekalou]

The bestest boys as depicted in Afterlife (a Cyberpunk AU). Please go read it!

Yes I did half-ass the lower third portion of the pic 😅

[aoedeart]

“On a certain day in the future, Qi Yan would definitely remember.” [Modern day Qi Yan and Emperor Nangong Zhenzhen • Clear and Muddy Loss of Love]

[artbysarf]

College AU

[aprilthearcher]

willow

remus lupin x muggle!reader (who's a Tarot reader). wc: 1,2k. semi-modern!au. no voldermort apparently. warnings: some curse words, mentions of a spirit. short but sweet!

When I heard the echo of footsteps in the hallway and a jolly tune whistled softly, I knew the session had to be finished. Usually, by the time Remus would get home, my last session would’ve wrapped up over half an hour ago, giving me time to collect myself and tidy the mess the studio fell inevitably into. Today, though, was different. The last client of the day, Tilly, a twenty-four year old girl who believed her destiny was to spend the rest of her life alone, was more agitated than she normally would be. A shook up Tilly was, by no means, anything new; yet, this altered shift to her already altered personality was brought on, surely, by the upcoming Holidays. This time of the year has, definitely, a way to get into people’s heads. 

I hand Tilly the last tissue of the box at the same time I’m standing up and putting the cards away. Some might call it multitasking, I call it “telling my client they must leave”. She dries her tears and murmurs how sorry she is that this took up so much of my time. ‘Nonsense, don’t worry about it’, I murmur back like the complete loser I am, because no amount of work has ever made me move on from my people-pleaser tendencies. She did, in fact, take up a lot of my time, more than what the usual session costs; I should have been ready to go by now.

I open the door to the studio and cough loudly and a little bit more than necessary, but it is a precaution I take every time I have a client leaving and Remus is around. The last thing I need is for one of them to see him using his wand. They might believe in what my cards can tell them about their love lives or job opportunities and new horizons, but I don’t want to have my clients obliviated. 

Discreetly, I look around the flat only to catch Remus putting away the groceries he must’ve got on his way home using his hands, thank God. He looks up wearing a comfortable smile on his face and waves at us. Before Tilly can even utter a word, I take her arm and lead her to the door, charging her more than what I usually do. Without complaining, she slides the bills on my hand.

“Is that your…?” Tilly starts to ask before I interrupt her by opening the door and smiling a little bit too much to be genuine.

“Goodbye, Tilly. See you next time!” I shut the door before she could even realise she’s out of the flat.

Making my way into the kitchen, I jump onto the counter, swinging my legs while I grab a biscuit from one of the jars. Remus is finishing with the groceries, but he’s now using his wand. I admire the fridge opening at the same time some dairies jump from the brown bag and float around the kitchen until they are neatly stored inside the fridge. Next, the lid of the cookie jar by my side starts hovering over it while more cookies enter and fill it; the crumbling of the paper is heard for a second and then it falls into the bin. I look back towards Remus, but instead there is a bag of the sweetest candy floating in front of my face, which immediately lights up. My hands try to grab it, but I’m a second too late and the bag is already flying away from me.

“You know, that’s not a nice thing to do to your non-magical girlfriend, you bastard.”

“Well, what you did to your client is also not a nice thing to do.” Ugh, the nerve. “Also, you’re not non-magical.”

“Am I not, in your world’s term, a simple muggle?”

“Yeah, well, my world can be magical but not updated on muggles. You’re not, not in the least, simple.” The final groceries are put away as Remus approaches me, settling one of his hands on my thigh, climbing till it finally rests on my waist, and the other on my cheek, tilting my head upwards so he can see my face. “That’s not what I was saying, though. You,” stressing and stretching the last sound, “are going to be clientless one day if you keep slamming the door on their faces.”

There’s an unimpressed look on my face, probably from just trying to let him talk and not attack his lips after not seeing him for the entirety of the afternoon. I like the way his voice sounds. It makes it harder to concentrate.

“That look would get you into Slytherin in a second.”

“Your magical world should upgrade in all senses, then. Cannot believe they sort you into houses and there’s a whole rivalry round that. Fuckin’ cliché.” He laughs. Next thing I know, the sight of him drawing his lower lip between his teeth makes me dizzy. I hook my arms round his neck, playing with a few strands of his hair while I sit straight and get closer to his face.

“Missed you,” I whisper.

Remus furrows his eyebrows, incredulous look on his eyes and a teasing smile appearing on his face. “Since when do you say ‘missed you’?”

“Since I’ve just spent the whole afternoon listening to a girl that reminded me too much of myself in my twenties. I hated seeing everyone from my friend group with a girlfriend or getting married to the boy they’ve been with since high school while I was alone or getting ghosted by asshats.” 

“I wasn’t much of a dating guy during my Hogwarts years either,” Remus shrugs his shoulders.

“Still, you were learning fricking magic, flying round in your brooms, making love potions. That has to count for something!” My hands stop playing with his hair to rest into their designated place, his back. From under his festive red and green sweater, I draw circles with the tips of my fingers. “Meanwhile, I was learning Tarot and had a spirit or- or something knock over my books every night.”

“A spirit?”

“Yeah, did I never tell you? Had to call the Supreme Sorceresses to get rid of it.”

“Let me guess, your mum and your aunt?”

“Who else?” 

He laughs again, and Remus is sure he will not get tired of his own laugh; not that it is related to his ego or something, but he loves knowing his laughs are a result of her presence. What else is he supposed to do around her other than laugh? She’s joyful and full of mirth, moving through life with a wicked pack of cards and no wand, creating and leaving magic everywhere she goes in her own way. He knew he would follow her to whatever her mind or those cards would take her. 

He bumps her nose with hers and when she closes her eyes with a smile lightning up her face in anticipation of their lips brushing against each other, he knows he has her. He will have her for as long as she’ll have him.

[ysmtttty]

Azris AU where Azriel is a mechanic and has his own service station. And one day Eris comes there because something is wrong with his car (I am into cliche so he drives red Ferrari😈). He is a super rich, super successful lawyer who makes some witty comments and looks so arrogantly like he owns this place, and Azriel just knows — he doesn’t like Eris, at all.

He tells that straightforwardly, but Eris ignores that and still tries to flirt. Because Azriel in mechanic overalls, with a little disheveled hair and muscular forearms? Too much! Brain stops working! Even though Azriel turns Eris down.

But wow, Eris comes back again. On another car. He says something like ‘I have many cars, and all of them need a checkup’, which basically means ‘I will come back until you agree on a date with me’.

[blackforrestpunk]

"He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar."

-Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

[shoia]

They are husbands your honor!

Modern! Au

Xie Lian �� professor of history

Hua Cheng – President of ghost city and FlowerLover in one face

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× In Xie Lian outfit Xua Cheng – matter details

× in Hua Cheng – neat accents

Xie Lian is 💅ice latte💅 type of professor

Bonus:

Hua Cheng in His let's_spit_the_Tea (the hardest espresso in whole China) era💅