#teens AU

[pinkmeanschaos]

Reposting my teen designs since they're still relevant

[rainedroptalks]

More teen au stuff, totally forgot to mention that the institute is a boarding school in this

[shira-satsu]

Love High school AU!💕

org AU by @clearliquidhandsoap Thank you so much for the inspiration!

They are so cute🥺

[starrycassi]

A tragedy in a rooftop.

“Do you bring all the girls you like here?”

Ambrosius laughed, face going red. Standing next to him, Ballister waited for an answer, raising one of his eyebrows.

The best view in the city — a wonderful sunset, pink and orange and soft and fiery — was right in front of them, yet he couldn't tear away his eyes from Ballister's face. How pathetic, one can be, when one is in love.

“So? Is this a kissing spot or something?” Questioned Ballister, trying to be brave.

“Do you want it to be?” Answered Ambrosius, trying to be smart.

Ballister stopped, blushing, and they looked at each other. The light, warm and cozy and ethereal and divine surrounded them, filled them with a sense of peace that can only be given by the heavens, by the clouds, by the universe. It can only be obtained at the exact hour in which the fire of the sun decides to paint the sky pink, and bathes the whole world in doing so. This one could've been a love story, a happy story, if only the rosy lights gave them a bit more of courage, if only the world didn't take so many things away from them.

But their fates have been chosen, already. And I'm sorry. They have been chosen by their ages, by their status, by their bodies and by their parents. By me and by you, and by all the tragedies that have ever been written before.

Under their shoes, the cold, dry concrete seemed to disappear. The rooftop they were standing on — one of an abandoned house, one of what used to be a home — wobbled when they looked at each other. Over their heads, the sun and the moon shared the place, shared the canvas, as if allowing the other to be here and witness the ending of the day, the start of a night. They said hello to one another, and in the same breath, said goodbye.

“I'm not sure” admitted Ballister, after what could've been minutes, could've been years, “I'm not sure of many things lately, I think. Not with you”

And this was hilarious — because Ambrosius wasn't sure, either. He wasn't sure of what to do, what to say, what to expect, what to ask for. They'd met merely a year ago, and he was already so deep down on this, so deeply in love with this boy, that nothing seemed to matter. Not his reputation, not his parents, not his mother's quietly disappointed stare that came with a cross or his father's icy demeanor that accompanied him all the way from Asia when he talked about gayness, not his classmates, not Todd Sureblade or the director or the world. Not himself.

“I've never kissed a girl” he admitted, because Ballister had asked him. Then, with a quivering voice, he added, “I've never even liked a girl, Bal”

Which was a bit conflicting to admit, specially given his reputation as a womanizer. You and I would know that it's a lie, that it's based on rumors and gossip. The world, however, does not. The world is unaware of how Ambrosius can only love in shadows, how his romances are doomed to be no more whispers and stolen kisses. And he intends to keep his secrets, to take them with him to the grave.

“Can't be” Ballister shook his head, as if he knew better. Ambrosius hated him, for a split second. Look at me and believe in my words, he wanted to say, but he stayed still, “you can't say that, Ambrosius. Not here”

“Why not?”

Mother, why not? Why couldn't he, world? What did he do, to deserve this fate? To be sixteen and so tired and so in love and so defeated? What did he do, sun, to be born with so many expectations that his back was already giving up from carrying the weight of his parent's dreams?

If the fire had been able to talk, it might have consoled him. It might have done what his mother didn't, what his father tried to do.

“Because that will give me ideas” pleaded Ballister, tears stuck on his heart, his lungs, his eyes.

And why, moon, why did he have to be born with so many thoughts and so little pennies? Why did the world insist upon placing everything he wanted in front of him and yanking it right off of his hands? This year everything was supposed to turn around, to change. He came here looking for an opportunity, clinging with tooth and nail to a scholarship, but he'd found a boy and so many problems. Why couldn't he just get by, keep on? Why couldn't he just adapt, move along?

“What kind of?”

Ambrosius took one step forward, Ballister backed away. The concrete under them used to be the place where Ambrosius's played in, as a kid, and it was now merely a spectator of the endeavors of two teens. They'd moved years ago, but sometimes, some days, he could still hear his mother laughing and his father singing in the kitchen.

“Don't do this to me. Please, Ambrosius. Don't-”

He couldn't do this again. Teenhood — specially that weird place between sixteen and seventeen where everything feels too intensely and everyone loves too deeply — is definitely not the place to put your heart out, to play with it. Ballister's been under rooftops like this a thousand times, a thousand homes that he got in and out and ripped away from and saved from and ran from.

“I want to” admitted Ambrosius, and he wanted so many things that it felt ridiculous to even dream of them, but this, he could have. He knew he could, and he wasn't going to give up. “I want you”

Ballister wasn't used to being wanted, so it was natural for him to shake his head and laugh, because this wasn't funny, it was terrific. Ambrosius Goldenloin was supposed to be an asshole, a complete idiot, a stupid flirt and a heartless arrogant boy. That's what they said about him.

But didn't they lie all the time? Didn't the same mouths that called Ambrosius all those things lie about Ballister, too? Didn't they call him a thief and a cheater, a scammer and a danger, harmful and useless? Didn't you hear the same rumors about him? What was he supposed to believe in — the mocks in the halls or the pleads on the rooftops?

“You can't” he tried, tried to save himself from this, from falling, “You can't want me, Ambrosius. This isn't fair”

But the world, in all of its years, has never been known for its fairness, and Ambrosius stood there, heart bleeding with feelings.

Oh, the tragedy to be sixteen and be in love. The tragedy to be something you're not supposed to be, something no one wants you to be. The tragedy to love and be loved back in a world where love like yours is supposed to be punished, hidden, whispered about.

He tried to take a step forward, kiss Ballister, like in the movies. The sunset would be the only witness of their love, their hearts. Ballister took another step back, avoiding Ambrosius. The world would be the judge of their love, and he already knew what the verdict would be.

“Why can't you just leave me alone?”

He didn't want to be alone, that was the problem. He wanted to be loved, to love him back. But he was tired of the hidden smiles, of pretending, of putting up an act. He deserved to be loved in public, didn't he? He wanted to be with him, yes. He didn't want the shadows that came with that premise.

“Because I love you"

He needed this. He needed to tell someone that he loved them and mean it. Not like his mother and her disapproval or his father and his disinterest. He wanted to be himself, in a secluded corner of the world. He didn't want to deal with the problems, the stares, the questions.

Ballister understood, at that moment, that sometimes love isn't enough. He hated the shadows he'd been born in, and Ambrosius loathed the spotlight that followed him around ever since he was brought onto this world. They loved each other and hated their own realities, and sometimes there's nothing that can be done. He could choose this, or he could walk away.

He didn't want to do either of them. He didn't even want this. He just wanted to graduate, to be valedictorian, to be able to take care of himself, to be believed. He wanted to be wanted and cherished. What a tragedy, it was, that they loved each other under the wrong conditions.

The last sun rays of the day lightened up Ambrosius, his white jacket and blond hair making him so much like an angel, like a star. Like something shiny and perfect and meant to be appreciated but not had.

And Ballister understood. With the sun and the moon as his witnesses, he turned around.

He had a life — a choice to make. He had a little sister waiting at home, even if neither one of them knew their parents and home was not a place but each other, he had work to do, even if he was already tired of everything, of everyone. He had dignity, even if the world tried to stripe it away from him time and time again.

He was meant for one life. Ambrosius, for another. What a tragedy, it was, that they loved each other.

Perhaps the next time. Perhaps in another life. Perhaps in another genre of history, they would be able to hold one another in the broad daylight and kiss and laugh and love. But this one is a tragedy, and the ending was already chosen, reader. We can be sorry, but that won't change that this one is a tragedy, and he isn't going to wait around and see who dies on this one. He'd lost too much, already, to risk losing himself to a love hidden in shadows and a lover bathed in light.

The sun settled, and the moon was the last one to ever see them together. What a tragedy, she thought. Perhaps in another time.

This is also on AO3!!

[crumplstiltskin]

sketches from earlier

[dragonpyre]

Look. Jason was a shy lil bean around his older brothers cool friends, ok

Dick might also have forgotten to mention he was a selkie...

Part 2

Commission info ko-fi

[batsyheere]

"So, handling your archnemesis," Danny starts. The room falls quiet, heads slowly turning to look at the man as he writes the words on the chalkboard. When finished, the characters somehow both messy and neat at once, Danny places the chalk back down and claps his hands.

"I typically call them fruitloops. Often they're in a better position than you are- older, richer, more powerful. They may have some sort of status that protects them when facing the public."

Tim wondered where Dick was right now, and if he was laughing. His brain was lagging like a computer as he tried to process what Danny was saying, and how seriously a few of his fellow teen vigilantes were taking this.

"Some of their more common tactics are-" the chalk was picked back up, and Danny writes as he speaks.

"Manipulation, isolation, conditioning, and empathy."

MICE.

Tim stares at the board, and quietly slips put his phone.

-What have I done to deserve this.

Enjoy your lessons Tim-

His head thumps against the desk. Conner leans over, gives him a pat on the shoulder but returns to taking notes as Danny goes on to explain the conditioning tactic.

[blueboybot]

Fish Are Friends Not Abominations

The entire Justice League have been on edge lately watching as a giant creature the size of planet dart around the Milky Way galaxy in an almost panicked state. Despite it's very appearent size it hasn't done anything harmful, passing through planets and stars with intangibility.

Constantine on the other hand was freaking the fuck out. There was a giant realms being with a crazy amount of power searching for something and it felt like the universe itself was holding its breath. He was honestly at his witts end when he felt it.

"YOU! What do you have?" He stopped his pacing to look at Batman's traffic light child.

"That's none of your concern." Robin snapped back.

"Robin." Batman's voice cut through their little conversation. By now every JL memeber was watching them.

"It's nothing–"

"Oh yes it is, now let me see it."

As if on que a tiny glowing humanoid creature popped into view ontop of Robin's head cooing and making warbled noises.

Constantine paled.

Robin took the being from his head and held it in his arms, pulling out a batarang and giving it to the thing which then began to bite it.

"Robin." Batman started, voice firm but sounding tired.

"This one found me first." He countered.

"It doesn't matter how you found it, we need to–" Constantine's words were cut off as the large creature released a noise that sounded almost like a whale but something like warbled speech mixed into it. What happened next sent his heartbeat into a marathon and his stomach to a deep trench.

Robin's little creature stopped chewing on its toy and responded with a cry of its own.

Welp they were fucked now.

The large creature's head snapped to their direction, eyes directly on the watchtower as if it could perfectly see them from such a distance and sped towards their location.

[junotter]

Part 2 of my modern avatar au, The Gaang (part 1)

[pinkmeanschaos]

inspired by @kommandonuovidiavoli I decided to redo these

[allurilove]

Teenager Yandere Husband x teenager you

“What would happen if you went to the same school as him?”

Rated 16 + — regular ol’ short content !

Teen!Yandere Husband had a major scene phase starting sophomore year. It was his way of saying ‘fuck you’ to his old man, and he started to grow as his own person. He was finally able to express himself in a way his father tried to repress. His father was interested in fashion, creating multiple pieces and clothing that had made it to the runways, but he made sure teen!yandere husband looked proper. Not dressing him in the eccentric and world stopping outfits his father was known for, but the cookie cutter boy you see in those movies about snobby rich people. His dad thought his new bright hair was hideous, and when he started to cut up holes in his jeans— he got a whooping that night. That didn’t stop teen!yandere husband, it only fueled him to go all out. He had black eyeliner on his waterline, multiple rhinestone belts on his hips, and wore long striped socks with his boots. He donated all of his old polo shirts, cream white sweaters, and traded his name brand shoes for a pair of converses.

Teen!Yandere Husband enjoyed listening to My Chemical Romance, 3OH!3, and Get Scared. He had all of their latest music downloaded onto his mp3 player, and he listened to it with his girlfriend at the time. They both shared an earbud, and his arm was around her shoulders. She was just the type of girl he liked: she had those skunk extensions in her hair, long eyelashes, fishnets on her arms, and she smelled like a record store (idk if that’s a compliment). But alas, all mildly good things came to an end when he was broken up with. She wanted an alternative man by her side, and he wasn’t enough for her.

Teen!Yandere Husband started to grow out his hair junior year. He had to constantly brush his bangs out of his face, blowing at the strands whenever they poked at his eyes. He was this tall six foot two guy, bumping into people in the hallways with his wide shoulders. And he had an attitude. He didn’t apologize, just grunting out a ‘watch it’ before he stomped his way to his class. Teen!yandere husband also picked fights with anyone that tried to comment on his appearance. He knew how to throw a mean punch, and he learned it all from his great aunt. Breaking peoples noses and fingers were easier than he thought, and getting away with it was just as sweet than the thrill he felt. His father made constant excuses for teen!yandere husband, saying that it was just a phase and he was just a boy, and if that didn’t work… well a gracious donation would be sent to the school.

Teen!Yandere Husband got his dick pierced the summer before senior year. It was a risky move, his father was already on the brink of snapping at him and kicking him to the curb. But, thankfully his aunt was cool about it, and signed the paperwork. While he was at it, he got his ears and belly button done too.

Teen!Yandere Husband noticed you around senior year. He was cleaning up his ‘bad boy’ act, trying to get on people’s good side before the year ended. While he was on his apology tour, he saw you sitting at the library alone. He doesn’t remember if he had done anything horrible to you, and if he did, he would absolutely beat himself up for it. He was about to approach you, but then he suddenly remembered his appearance, and was self conscious about the way he looked. Who would love to be with a mess of a man like him? Surely, you already had people lining up to be with you.

Teen!Yandere Husband made his first move by asking you to sign his yearbook. You had made him nervous. Just your presence alone was making him sweat. He held brief eye contact with you when he asked, leaning against the white bricked wall with a blush to his cheeks. His voice soft and yet baritone, and he held up the yearbook for you to write your name in.

“Ah yeah… I think we had like one class together? With that really grumpy man that’s about to retire soon.”

You smiled, a little snort coming from you. He watched you add a little heart into your name. “You’re gonna have to be specific. That’s like half the teachers here.”

“You know,” he was totally talking out of his ass, “the teach that shakes his fist whenever he sees teens running down the halls.”

“Really? That’s odd. I never had a male teacher.”

“W-What? Oh-“ he gulped, adverting his eyes towards the ground. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and he awkwardly shifted between his weight. “Maybe I’m misremembering things.”

“If we took a class together… I definitely would have remembered.”

That left him speechless. Did you mean that in a good way?

“You’re sort of hard to forget… you kind of look like Sam Monroe from Life as a House.” you bit your lip, and your eyes took in the sight of his dark but colorful clothing. He had this scent that made him smell like fresh rain and wood.

He hadn’t seen that movie, but he was gonna guess on a whim that might’ve been your way of saying he’s … cute?

Teen!Yandere Husband got your number and followed you around all summer. He was actually shy when he got to hang out with you outside of school. Hours before he met you, he walked back and forth in front of his mirror, trying to give himself a pep talk before the hangout. He wasn’t this nervous before, and he started to fret about his appearance. He had put on his best jeans, clean shoes, and the classic sort of fancy tee. He picked you up in his red corvette, playing music from the radio incase you didn’t like what he usually listened to. He was determined to make this “hang out that’s totally not a date” perfect.

Teen!Yandere Husband casually paid for your things, and opened all the doors for you. He totally thought he was winning in the ‘gentleman’ department. He gave you compliments that teetered between the lines of flirtation, and just being friendly. He actively listened to whatever you had told him, making mental notes to bring them up in later conversations. That seemed to make you happy. You two had stopped by a carnival he coincidentally had tickets for. He tried his hardest to help you at any game, and he was pretty good at throwing darts. He happily smiled for whatever photo booth you brought him into, not once complaining when you wanted to use props.

Teen!Yandere Husband had genuinely smiled whenever he was around you. You just made life better. You were his little comedian, his best friend that’ll he never forget.

Full fics: these fics are an aged up version of yandere husband obvs, and it contains smut.

#1 #2 #3 #4 (coming soon)

Allure: this would be soo him if he were to text reader.

[rainedroptalks]

I’ve been thinking about Agnes a lot (shocker) so she gets to be in the teen au

She accidentally burnt down some Desolation place and killed some important members of the Lightless flame so Arthur shipped her off to boarding school and made some weird deal with Elias

She’s also Daisy’s roommate (idk it’s a fun idea)

Bonus

[yebyyhfushi]

[jade-bright]

Stiles: Do you think your family likes me?

Derek: My uncle literally bribed you to marry me

[avayarising]

Batfam time travel fic idea: Dick is sent back in time to his younger body, around his early Nightwing era. But the younger body he’s sent back into at that particular moment happens to be concussed or sick or poisoned or something, so Dick (who wasn’t expecting the time travel in any case) is completely disoriented. Ten-year-old Stalker Tim sees him shivering/throwing up and goes to help out – and Dick just sees his little brother.

Tim has to deal with a confused, rambling Nightwing who is calling him by name and trusting him to help him and saying all sorts of concerning things.

(Maybe this is in New York, and Tim manages to call the rest of the New Teen Titans, who turn up and have to deal with this kid Nightwing has latched on to and won’t let go of, who apparently knows their identities. At least he seems as confused as they are about why this is happening.)

[soosoosoup]

treasure planet au, last of the batch (Poppy & Floyd)