#the potter ballet aus

[ginnyw-potter]

The Potter Pointe Shop

Ballet AU, strangers to lovers

Jily prequel to Hinny’s Pas de Deux (Link to the series)

Explicit

3 Chapters

20K words

Complete!

James works in the Potter Pointe Shop together with his father. Every pointe shoe is an ode to his late mother and ballet dancer Euphemia. When the talented ballet dancer Lily walks in to pick up her shoes, James quickly realises he is completely and utterly lost for her. His father’s encouragement only stresses him out more. Someone messes with her pointe shoes during the day of her dress rehearsal and James takes it upon himself do to an emergency delivery.

Chapter 3

He came downstairs and found Lily on the couch. It did not strike him immediately as unusual, since she often did not start early when she had a show in the evening, but her expression made him pause.

“Lily?” he asked.

Her hand was shaking, and she swallowed hard. “I’m pregnant.”

James’ stomach dropped, sinking straight to the floor. They were not planning on children. He did not want them, it scared him to his bones and though Lily would not have minded having kids, she had agreed on it because she did not want to put James through that. He did not want to lose her.

“I’m going to be late,” he mumbled, and then he grabbed his keys and walked out the door.

He did not think a single coherent thought by the time he arrived at the pointe shop.

[theprongspotter]

*ballet au*

James: I saw your performance. You dance beautifully.

Regulus: I don’t recall inviting you.

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c: @prompts-in-a-barrel

[waterlilychaser]

guys i can’t stop thinking about ballet dancer regulus because when james first watches him preform from balcony seats in the theatre he looks so small so far below. his movements graceful and light as air as he practically defies gravity with the height of his leaps. and he makes it look so easy that james doesn’t expect the strength that the boy must have. so imagine his surprise when they meet face to face- quite literally because regulus is all long lines of limbs and lean muscles. lean but impossibly strong. regulus might make what he does look easy, but it isn’t. so imagine james’s surprise again when he learns firsthand that regulus can throw him around like-

[lcdrarry]

21 May 2024 | LCDrarry Fic

Theme and Variations

Prompt: "Rush", 2013, Ron Howard Prompted by: @sleepstxtic Author: Anonymous Word Count: 24,890 words Rating: Mature Warnings: brief mentions of (canonical) child abuse

Notes: thank you so much to the mods for putting on this wonderful fest!! i’m so so grateful to have gotten to take part in it, even with my late entrance (and late submission). K, i absolutely loved your prompt – though i certainly played fast and loose with it!

a million thanks and a kiss on the lips to my irl bestie, T, for her unwavering support, thoughtful betaing, and willingness to answer all of my ridiculous questions about ballet and balanchine. and an additional million thanks to everyone who listened to me ramble as i dragged myself across the finish line of this fic.

Summary: Draco had fucked him over, yet again. Harry was sick of it.

With music swelling from the orchestra below, lights beating down on him hard enough to break a sweat before the first variation, the audience rapt with attention, this should have been the greatest moment of Harry’s life. But it wasn’t. Of course Draco fucking Malfoy had to ruin this for him too.

Harry took a shaking breath and began to dance.

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[t1oui]

ballet au with marylily rivals to lovers as the main ship and jegulus as the secondary ship

mary is best friends w reg, lily is best friends w james, & mary and lily are forced to hang out when james and regulus start dating

[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 🤭

[fiasco95]

Jegulus prompt I wrote on tiktok with this audio!

[tedwardremus]

Lilypad ballet AU

okay but if it was jilypad

Send me a character/pairing and an aesthetic/concept and I’ll make a moodboard based on the ask!

[xzerosparrowx]

wip of my drarry ballet au fic. Inspired by The Red Shoes and Black Swan. This first scene is pretty much the opening scene in The Red Shoes.

P.S. Eat dirt, Joanne.

The excitable chatter of the barely contained line of people fill the street, the sidewalk slick with rain reflecting the warm yellow glow of London. Standing at the foot of a door are two men, shouting out for calm to the rabble of young folks eagerly awaiting for the door to open. Harry, Ron, and Hermione tuck their umbrellas underneath their arms as the line surges forward briefly, a few angry shouts of line cutting behind them that seem to settle as quickly as it had begun.

“See, told you it was a good idea to come two hours early,” Hermione boasts, smiling at Ron and Harry, who are taking the brunt of the pushing line behind them.

“We are forever in your debt, oh wise one,” Ron bows, tipping dangerously forward as someone knocks into him, “watch it!”

There is no build up or warning to the doors opening, but the line still surges forward as if a gun had gone off at the races. The doormen quickly step out of the way as the line scrambles inside and up the stairs, people pushing and jockeying for a better position. Ron holds Hermione’s hand as Harry sprints up ahead, bursting through the doors, stepping over chairs to get to the balcony of the dress circle and laying himself out to save two extra seats.

“Move it!” A tall brunette orders, slapping at Harry’s scuffed dress shoes just as Ron and Hermione arrive, filling the seats.

“Sorry, early bird and all,” Harry smirks, earning a blustering scowl from the brunette and their partner.

“Mum packed us food,” Ron smiles, producing three baking paper lined sandwiches from his large brown coat, “Ham and cheese for ‘Mione and a bacon butty for Harry.”

“God save Molly Weasley,” Harry laughs, biting into the perfectly cooked bacon.

“Programmes?” An usher calls out.

“Two here thanks!” The brunette answers, grabbing two programmes from the usher's hand.

“One here,” Harry stands, taking one of the programmes from the brunette “thank you!” Which earns another round of scowling and muttered swears from the couple.

“Professor Lockhart's music better be good, we’ve spent nearly half of our rent for these tickets,” Ron grumbles as they look over the programme, taking a swig from a bottle that also comes out of his coat.

“Delacour would be able to dance to anything, even if the music is awful,” the brunette says happily.

“Dela-who?”

“Come now,” the brunette laughs, “you cannot have been standing in that line for two hours waiting to see her dance-”

“Not to see anybody. To hear.” Harry interrupts, finishing off his sandwich in two big bites.

“Look,” he continues, brandishing the opened programme in front of the couple, “it says here, composer Gilderoy Lockhart.”

“Have you heard of him?” Hermione asks, a little bite in her politeness that makes Ron smile adoringly at her.

“Never.”

“You will,” Ron says through his now finished sandwich, taking off his coat and hanging it over the balcony.

“He’s our Professor at the Royal Academy of Music,” Hermione informs happily, grabbing the bottle from Ron and taking a long pull.

“So Del-whatever better be good,” Ron side-eyes.

The brunette, now red in the face, opens their mouth to say something just as the orchestra begins to fine tune their instruments.

“Oh! There he is!” Hermione gasps, pointing out towards one of the private boxes closest to the stage.

“Oi! Lockhart!” Harry and Ron bellow together laughing as Lockhart, a handsome fellow with golden curls and a flamboyantly gray and pink suit, smiles up at them and gives them a little wave.

“He must be blind if that's the suit he's wearing,” the brunette laughs before being promptly shushed by the seats behind them as a settled silence moves through the theatre.

The string section fades in, a soft dolce accompanied by a pianissimo, with light touches of pizzicato from the violins. Harry closes his eyes to the melody and theme of the piece, letting it wash over him. It feels like a memory, the music gentle and quietly melancholic, like something he had heard once in a dream. No. No he had heard this before, had hummed the melody in the brittle hours of the morning in his first year at the Academy, had poured over the piano and ink until he dreamt in musical notations.

“Harry, isn't that your string piece from first year?” Ron whispers and Harry can only nod in reply.

“What? It must be a coincidence, right? Lockhart wouldn't lift it, surely,” Hermionie tries to reason, sounding less than convinced even as she says it.

Harry shrugs noncommittally, even when the cold bite of betrayal sinks its teeth into his stomach, and tries to focus on the ballet instead. It has to be a coincidence. Has to be.

The dancers float across the stage on pointe, the muscle in their legs straining while their faces maintain a soft serenity, even under the hot stage lights. Harry had not danced since he was thirteen, but he remembers the hours of practice to maintain a pirouette, the sweat and unhinged strive for perfectionism. He does not envy them. Going into music was the best thing he ever did.

A fanfare of trumpets and the sudden commotion of a battaglia, discordant and heavy, rips Harry from the dancers and back to the music.

“That's yours too, isn't it Harry?” Hermione whispers, but from the furrow on her brow she already knows the answer.

Lockhart stole his music, bits, and pieces of his soul taken apart and repurposed. His eyes naturally fall over to Lockhart, who is just sitting there, enjoying the ballet, enjoying Harry’s music. He wants to scream, to tell everyone that Gilderoy Lockhart is a talentless hack, but Ron has a firm, reassuring grip on his shoulder. Instead, he gets up and pushes past the brunette and their partner without a second to apologize, while Ron and Hermione quickly follow behind him, apologizing profusely as people scowl and complain behind them.

-

“Harry, you can’t just break into Lockhart’s office, you’ll get expelled before you even have a chance to explain why,” Hermione reasons, taking a large gulp of her beer, “besides, we don’t know for sure if he had intended to steal your music or if he just used it for inspiration.”

“Inspiration? Come on, I bet that lousy moron has stolen heaps of students works,” Ron bristles, downing the rest of his beer in one large gulp, “I bet there are heaps of people with the same story as yours that just never brought it forward because Lockhart is famous and ‘respected’.”

In the center of Hog’s Head, a student pub at the corner of Baker and Bickenhall Street, Harry nurses his beer and seethes, Hermione and Ron both encouraging and discouraging his more reckless tendencies in equal measure.

“Ok, so I won’t break into his office,” Harry concedes, plucking a couple of hot chips from the shared bowl in the middle of the table, “but he has stolen my work, note for note. Ron is right, there has to be other students that he’s done this to as well.”

“Maybe you could write a strongly worded letter to Lockhart-”

“A letter?” Ron laughs, “To Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, you stole my music. Fuck you! Sincerely, Harry James Potter.”

“Ok, well how about the director?” Hermione asks, finishing off her beer.

“What director?”

“Of the ballet. I'm sure he would appreciate knowing that the music he was using was stolen,” Hermione smiles, before getting up and going to the bar.

“I'm going to marry her one day, Harry.”

[ginnyw-potter]

The Potter Pointe Shop

Ballet AU, strangers to lovers

Jily prequel to Hinny's Pas de Deux (Link to the series)

Explicit

3 Chapters

20K words

James works in the Potter Pointe Shop together with his father. Every pointe shoe is an ode to his late mother and ballet dancer Euphemia. When the talented ballet dancer Lily walks in to pick up her shoes, James quickly realises he is completely and utterly lost for her. His father's encouragement only stresses him out more. Someone messes with her pointe shoes during the day of her dress rehearsal and James takes it upon himself do to an emergency delivery.

Chapter 1

The doorbell to the shop rang and a young woman walked in. She had long dark red hair and her cheeks and nose were red from the biting cold outside. She exhaled in relief when she stepped into the warmth of the shop.

James stood by the till and watched her. He momentarily forgot their usual greeting his father insisted on. “Hi.”

She smiled in greeting, loosening her scarf a little. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he said, his brain finally kicking back into motion. “Welcome to the Potter Pointe Shop.”

She walked up to the counter. “Thank you.” Her head tilted to the side when he did not say anything. “I am here to pick up an order.”

[divkazkdovikde]

i can’t believe i haven’t posted about this yet but guys! alert alert alert alert!!!!!!

fic rec fic rec fic rec

my lovely lady is writing a fic. and it’s an amazing little thing and you guys should absolutely read it

it’s called pas de deux and it’s by the amazing @babydipper

also did i mention this fic is for me? i will never shut up about that actually. like i don’t even know how did that happen? i was probably feeling bad or i was sick or i had too much stuff to uni? some or all of that dunno, last few weeks were crazy. anyway she told me about the idea and i loved it and she was like you know what, here’s the doc, (yes i have the doc, i can leave comments on it, now how cool is that?!), btw i’m writing it for you.

so it’s her little christmas miracle, and it’s also mine little christmas miracle. honestly, love that for us

so yeah, you guys simply have to read it. like there’s no way around it, it’s a necessity. it’s really good. i had so much fun reading the first chapter. and i might be biased but i’m sure y’all would like this too, so give it a go!

[goldenzingy46butwriteblr]

to make a name for yourself

Tom is the stone-cold, hard as nails ballet instructor, tasked with putting together the best performances for the most famous of stages.

Harry is the no-name ballet dancer good enough to make it onto Tom's team. Tom doesn't like training no-names, not at all.

But something about the way Harry danced enticed him.

This chapter: rehearsals and detective work.

oh god has it been two years? fuck me. here's a new chapter <3

[waterlilychaser]

thinking about ballet dancers lily and pre-transition regulus. and regulus’s mum put him in ballet classes before he could even walk, and he’s been doing it for so long that he feels like he can’t just give up now and disappoint her. but he hates having to look at his body in the mirror and wear tutus and pointe shoes and tie his hair back in a bun. he hates the way that he envies his best friend lily who seems so perfect and at home in her body and in this art form. he hates that whenever he sees her with her boyfriend james, he can’t decide whether he’s jealous of him because he wants to be him, or because he wants to be with lily. or maybe he just wants to be with him too. but aren’t all of those wrong? because isn’t he supposed to be a normal girl who wants normal things?

lily and james help him realize that it’s okay to do what he wants. that this life is his own and he should live it for himself and not for anyone else. but they’d love to be a part of it still. and they are. they help regulus through his transition and when he feels like he’s a disappointment for quitting commercial ballet.

but he still dances for fun sometimes. he and lily will partner together in a pas de deux. and there’s almost nothing james loves to watch more.

[ohthedeadgaywizards]

ballet au

Dorcas and regulus are besties at a prestigious ballet school. Reg sends his brother Sirius an invite to an end of year recital and of course James comes along to look at the pretty girls in leotards. James has a gay realisation when he sees regulus on that stage. Meets Reg after the show for dinner (with Siri) and reg is just so shy and soft and not at all the relaxed confident person he saw on stage and whoops he’s obsessed. James assumes bc of the way regulus dances with and holds Dorcas that he’s straight. He doesn’t realise that’s just the intimacy of Ballet. Drama ensues.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

(yes regulus is trans, no he isn’t out fully. He still dances as a girl)

James bounces into the studio, bag slung over his shoulder and grin on his face. He looks around, instantly zeroing in on his dance partner at the barre.

Regulus is doing his stretches and glances over at James, scowling when he spots him. James drops his bag in the corner of the studio, next to where Marlene is stretching on the floor before bounding over to Regulus.

“Morning Reggie.” James greets, standing beside him.

“Regulus.” He hisses in response.

“Right, sorry.”

Regulus huffs and resumes his demi plié’s. He’s actively trying not to look at James, who has started following his lead, moving to the other side of the barre.

“What do you want, Potter?”

“Just warming up Reg. What do you want?”

“I want to not have to look at you, let alone let you touch me. Piss off.”

James chortles, delighted. “You’re so mean.”

The expression on Regulus’ face makes James think that he’s about to grab his pointe shoe and slap him across the face. James reckons he’d probably let him.

Ms McGonagall claps her hands sharply, drawing their attention. “We’ll be working on our pas de deux today.”

Beside James, Regulus huffs in annoyance. He moves over to where the rest of their teammates are, James following him. Regulus sits on the floor, and starts lacing up his pointe shoes as Lily and Remus start their dance.

They finish almost flawlessly, and they all clap politely. Lily does an over the top curtesy and Remus winks at James before the pair of them rejoin the group.

“Black, Potter.” Minerva calls out.

James holds out his hand to Regulus and walks him out to the middle of the floor. They settle into position, James standing behind Regulus with his hands on his waist.

“You better not drop me.” Regulus hisses before Minnie turns the music back on.

“Keep your tutu on, bunhead.” James rolls his eyes, but the effect is lost because of his grin.

[prongsfootandco]

Mercury

Written for day 7 of @prongsfoot-microfic march prompts (I've almost caught up!)

CW: non-graphic smut, mentions of genitalia

On AO3

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There was something ethereal about Sirius Black. 

He moved like mercury, fluid and shimmering through the air. Even without any music playing, James could hear every note, each swell in the music, the violins soaring, the flutes tugging at his heartstrings. Sirius danced in a way no other dancer of their generation did, bringing all his heartache and misery, but also his love, to the performance. It was complex, haunting – heartrending. James could watch him for hours and never get bored. 

Sirius hated being watched in rehearsal, but James still snuck in, and Sirius never kicked him out. He was the exception, and he liked it that way. On stage, Sirius was a hurricane of emotions, blending beautifully with the ensemble whilst also burning so brightly that the audience was left sobbing in their seats. His performances were always breathtaking. 

In rehearsal was where he truly shone, in James’ opinion. James wasn’t a dancer, just a fan of the art, but there was something intimate about watching Sirius rehearse. James got to see the moments when Sirius made some invisible mistake, and he’d curse, falling from the balls of his feet back into resting position and marching (even that was elegant) around the room. Then he’d take a deep breath, his face would relax, and he’d be off again. 

Of course, James had another, selfish, reason for watching Sirius. 

He wore tight leggings that stretched around his thighs and crotch, leaving nothing to the imagination. His tank top was baggy, but god, that ass. Every movement, every extension of his legs, drove James mad. He was not above drooling over his best friend’s body. His cock was hard in his sweats, and he was barely resisting the urge to slide his hands beneath the waistband, and palm himself to find some release from the ache. 

He swallowed as Sirius’ eyes fluttered shut, his mouth falling open as his head tilted back, one arm raised above his head so elegantly, reaching to the heavens, then he stepped forward, his leg kicking out with controlled poise, extending until his foot was above his head. For one agonising moment, Sirius raised onto his toes, and then he fell, his body falling like a puppet whose strings had been cut, curling in on himself. 

A droplet of sweat dripped down his cheek, carving a path towards his jaw, down his neck. James bit back a whimper as he imagined what it would be like to trace that path with his lips, lapping up the droplet with his tongue. 

By the time the routine was over, it wasn’t just Sirius who was red and panting. James’ nails cut into his palm, his lips bitten and sore. His heart raced in his chest, his head foggy with lust. When Sirius met his eyes, James was a dead man. Silver eyes were blown wide, dark beneath long thick lashes. 

“See something you like, Potter?”

James’ only response was a choked moan as he launched across the room.