#orchestra au

[mushroom-kin]

The Oboe section - Xianyun, Nahida, Tighnari

This is part of a very complicated Orchestra AU cooked up by my friends @h4msanta and @kanonavi, I will leave the explaining to them when ever they feel like telling the world about it. The document of this is currently 9 pages long.

They are the oboe section of an University Orchestra group. Xianyun is a professor that just ended up joining, Nahida is a genius prodigy who is a student at this university when everyone else thinks she is the daughter of some professor, Tighnari is wind section lead who is very helpful but can be strict at times.

This is also to celebrate both Nahida and Xianyun on banner! I hope everyone gets who they want. And I am going to try my best pulling for a Xianyun while she is still on banner.

#genshin fanart #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #art #genshin art #genshin #i love nahida so much crying #genshin nahida #nahida #xianyun #genshin tighnari #tighnari #orchestra au #please excuse my poorly drawn oboe #instruments are really difficult #and there are like shit tons of keys on there #I know this #i play a flute and I would be sad if someone did not at least draw the segments correctly

[eros-ionn]

Something I did for my friend's orchestra TMA au :)

#the magnus archive fanart #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #tma jmart #orchestra au #au #tma au

[h4msanta]

The super cool @kanonavi and I created an incredibly detailed Genshin Orchestra AU! There is so much that can be said about it, but here’s the trombone section for now!

Wriothesley is a bit of an old and jaded criminal justice major who has been at this university for way too long. Yanfei is a law major and Hu Tao is a mortuary science major, and they both still have hope and joy in their eyes :)

Wriothesley becomes one of the girlies after showcasing his dry wit in rehearsal, and Sigewinne is very happy that he now has friends who get him to do activities. Hu Tao and Yanfei don't have a car and Wriothesley does, so he is quickly roped into driving them to rehearsals, and then to get groceries, and then to go shopping... and then be weird in the Taco Bell drive thru at 11:30pm

They take him to get boba for the first time and he likes it! Now they show up late almost every week because they're getting fun drinks :D

While you're here, go look at my friend's art of the oboe section!

#genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact #genshin art #wriothesley #hu tao #yanfei #orchestra au #there is an entire list of drawings i want to do for this au i just have to stay motivated lol #fatui harbinger dnd group...the absolute state of the tenor section...the 4 beautiful women of the sax section...woah #genshin orchestra au #< tagging it as this for now! #ham makes art

[the-best-kung-fu]

Noriaki with Jouta in Jotaro's POV

#fanart #noriaki kakyoin #jouta kujo #jjba fanart #jotakak #orchestra au #alternative universe #trans!kakyoin #trans kakyoin

[aquariusshadow]

Hello everyone, this is my piece for @grishaversebigbang . Have any of you ever wanted to read a Zoyalai Orchestra AU story? Moonbreeze19 on AO3 wrote a brilliant story encapsulating that idea.

It was such an honor working with these lovely people and bringing this piece to life, especially since it was my first big bang I've ever taken part in!! I hope everyone enjoys the story and all of our pieces <3 Please give everyone all the love and support, they deserve it!

Etherealki: @sailor-lunala Fic link here. Post link here.

Materealki: @pocketsizedquasar piece link here.

@constellama piece link here.

My instagram post link here.

#grishaverse #grishaverse big bang #grishaversebigbang2023 #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #orchestra au #nikolai x zoya #shadow and bone #king of scars #my art #Aquarius’adventuresindigitalart

[ficfinder-general]

I found a really good theatre AU codywan from a certain author and I loved it!

So I was thinking, can you help me find other codywan theatre AUs?

Thank you! <3

Hi,

Okay, I was so ready to recommend a WIP, The Truth That Once Was by @goddammitjim – An AU in which Obi-Wan and Cody are Broadway actors performing Les Misérables. Don't get me wrong, I'd still recommend it, it's really good so far, but I can't seem to find any other fics like this, so I'm starting to think that this is the one you're talking about?

And in that case I'd like to share this one with the crowd, maybe someone has some suggestions I'm not familiar with!

Other than that, however, there's

Rhapsody in Blue by kckenobi (@kckenobi) - another modern AU in which Obi-Wan and Cody are still performers (but in an Orchestra). You might like this one if you enjoyed the above-mentioned fic, there are some similarities in that they're all colleagues and there're plenty of secrets and flashbacks to Obi-Wan's past – admittedly, it's less focused on Cody, but I don't think it's that big a stretch and it's a great read And there's this huge mystery thrown in there too (which really keeps you on the edge of your seat despite knowing who the bad guys are).

#codywan fic recs #long fic #modern au #orchestra au #theatre AU #les mis AU #WIP #completed work

[lespetitesmortsde]

Alright, remembering that I should share my stuff here is a trial, but this is one of two new fics (one was a one-shot) that I've done since my last fic update. Not to mention several Library AU chapters.

For this, though, please allow me to introduce you all to the Orchesta AU. This first chapter is more of a prologue/introduction because the brainrot is exquisite. No regular schedule for this one, but I've got lots to come. Feel free to join me on the ride.

Thanks y'all.

#lespetitesmortsde #imodna #southern gothic #ao3 #laudna #imogen temult #orchestra au #cr fanfic #imodna fic

[vermilionsun]

"A talented musician shines both in harmony and in discord."

Fyodor Dostoyevski and Dazai Osamu. Two talents, two egos, one orchestra. Love, friendship, and rivalry intertwine seamlessly within the perfect harmony of music.

In a twisted coincidence, the price of every chord and the sacrifice for every note led to the loss of what was dearest to them.

♫ Updates every week ♫

#bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #ao3 link #ao3 writer #bungou stray dogs #verewrites #bungou stray dogs fyodor #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungou gay dogs #bsd #fyozai #fyodor x dazai #musician au #modern au #bet you werent expecting that #honestly i dont ship them but fuck it why not #orchestra #orchestra au #bsd smut #dazai osamu smut #fyodor dostoyevsky smut #this feels illegal #to type #lol

[late-to-the-party-81]

The music that we make

AN: I made the mood board for this 'verse last year for @firefly-in-darkness' moodboard challenge. Then, @the-slumberparty posted their week four writer challenge - Across the Universe. Having just written an alternate universe fic as part of the week three challenge I had to come up with as another one. And then I remembered this! Hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and mood board/banners by me

Masterlist

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the handsome, but focussed Conductor of the Brooklyn Symphony Orchestra. You are the newly placed first chair Violinist. Your love affair with him is a secret, for fears of favouritism. You may be the musician, but he’s the one who plays you like an instrument.

Relationship: Conductor Bucky Barnes x First Chair Violinist Reader

WC: 3.7k

CW: Dickish behaviour, Excessive alcohol consumption, bit of fluff, Smut (Oral -F receiving, Edging, Overstimulation, PinV sex, Rough sex, Aftercare), Dom/Sub dynamics (‘Sir’ kink), Potential Power Imbalance, Some angst, Musical references.

The last strains of Dvořák’s Symphony No. 9 faded away. There was a moment of heavy silence and then the audience burst into applause. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, your head dizzy from being carried away by the music. No matter how many times you heard or played the New World Symphony, it was still as magical as it had been when you’d first heard it as a child. 

When Marisa, the lead oboeist, had played her solo, you swore you’d felt a tear run down your face. And the melancholy minor key of the flautists, the rousing harmonies of the brass, then you and your fellow strings entered, bringing something light and ethereal. The layers of symphonic pieces spoke to your soul in a way no other music did. How did small black dots on a page somehow encompass the entire complexity of the human condition? The sadness? The joy? The anger? The passion?

The audience certainly agreed. They were all on their feet.

Your eyes flicked up to where he stood; your conductor, James Barnes. Up and coming, somewhat of an enfant terrible in both conductor circles and orchestral circles alike. He worked hard. He worked his musicians harder. Always trying to get to the central core of the piece and evoke all those emotions tangled up in its composition. And he was full of emotions himself. All of you in the Brooklyn Symphony Orchestra had seen the joy and the anger. But only you had seen the sadness and the passion.

The sadness was when you’d gone to see him in his office after a particularly difficult rehearsal that had left several orchestra members on the verge of tears, and as first chair, the one he’d selected when he’d started his tenure, you were the conduit between him and them. The passion came a bit later.

Tap tap tap

You lightly knocked on the door. Today’s rehearsal had been bad. Barnes had obviously been in a bad mood before you’d even started, walking in with a face like thunder and barely talking before tapping his baton on his podium. It had only gone downhill from then. The flautists’ timing was off, the lead horn was flat, and the cellists obviously didn’t grasp the depth and nuances of the composition.

At the end of the session, he’d practically stormed out, leaving most of you in shock. 

“He can’t treat us like that…”

“I realised I was flat and was re-tuning before he even said anything…”

“He didn’t have to be so awful about it…”

You sighed as you realised what you had to do.

You listened nervously outside of the door, waiting for the invitation to enter. It didn’t come. You knocked again.

Tap tap tap

“You either want to come in or not. Commit to it, for fuck’s sake.” His angry shout penetrated the door and filled the hallway.

Fine! If that’s the way he wanted it…

Bang bang bang

You put all your strength into the knock, wincing a bit and shaking your hand at the pain in your knuckles.

“Come in!”

You opened the door and stepped through, not sure what you were expecting to find, but it wasn’t this. It wasn’t finding your erstwhile leader sitting on the floor, back to the wall, bottle of bourbon in hand, in a room that looked like it had been ransacked. Then you looked at him properly. His usually well-coiffed hair was in disarray as if he’d been pulling and tugging at it. His face was flushed, eyes red-rimmed, and cheeks wet. Somehow, his pathetic state did nothing to detract from how attractive he was.

You immediately dropped to your knees in front of him and plucked the half-empty bottle from his grasp. He flailed, trying to reclaim it, but you kept it out of reach.

“What the actual fuck, Barnes? I’m guessing from all of this,” you gestured to the room and then to him, “that there’s a particular reason for you acting like a complete douche earlier?” You stood back up, placed the bottle on the far side of the room, and snagged a bottle of water from the shelf behind his desk. You held it out to him, and he took it from you sloppily. 

Despite your intentions to rip him a new one when you’d arrived at his office, now all you wanted to do was comfort him and try and find out what was wrong. You slid down the wall next to him, and he turned to look at you, his eyes still glazed and unfocused.

“You gonna tell me what happened or what?”

His lip trembled, and he fell forward, his head resting in your lap as he started to sob. Without thinking, you started to stroke his hair. How long you were there, you weren’t sure but you eventually realised that he’d fallen asleep. Carefully you snagged his sweater from where it was discarded on the floor, folded it up, and managed to slip it under his head as you slid your legs out from under him. There was a throw on the small couch and you dragged that off, placed it over his slumbering form and, with a small backwards glance, left.

Barnes was a vastly different man at the next rehearsal. He still looked as though something was eating him, but he was kinder and more forgiving, well for a conductor at least. He didn’t mention his previous behaviour, and no one else brought it up. Conductors were known to be volatile, and everyone just chalked it up to one of those things, and they assumed you’d talked some sense into him. But you knew better. 

When the rehearsal came to an end, Barnes walked over to you. He watched for a moment as you loosened your bow and placed it into the case above your heirloom violin.

“Ummm, I was wondering if I could talk to you. In my office. When you’re done?” You gave him a small nod, taking in how tired he looked. You wondered how much sleep he’d actually gotten after you left him. He flashed a brief smile, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him as he walked out of the rehearsal room.

Ten minutes later and you’d waved off your colleagues, telling them you needed to check in with Barnes about the upcoming season. This time when you rapped on his door, it opened almost immediately. You were taken aback by the smile that greeted you because such a thing on Barnes’ face was so uncommon.

He opened the door wide and stepped to the side, gesturing for you to enter. As you did so, you noticed how it bore little resemblance to how it had looked on your last visit. Everything was definitely in its rightful place now.

“What can I help you with, Sir?”

At the honorific, his lips twitched. He didn’t say anything at first, but walked over to the sideboard and poured two short measures of his remaining bourbon. You realised he’s seen the flicker of consternation that flashed across your face when he shot you another wry smile.

“Don’t worry, this is the only one today, and that’s how I plan on it staying.” He strode back towards you, miles away from the drunken, pathetic mess of your last interaction. His moves were cat-like, predatory, and you were reminded about how attractive you found him. “But no, there’s nothing you can help me with - I invited you here to say thank you. Thank you for being so kind to me when I absolutely didn’t deserve it. I was anticipating the backlash, but you didn’t give it.”  He took a sip of his drink, and your eyes were drawn to the movement of his throat as he did so. You felt a rush of heat suffuse your body and took a sip of your own. However, the burn of the liquor did nothing to cool you.

“And thank you for just staying with me, and not probing. I’m used to dealing with everything alone, and you made me realise that maybe I don’t have to all the time.” He looked down for a moment, his lips curling up into a soft smile as if caught in a happy memory. “I can’t remember the last time someone stroked my hair until I fell asleep and then tucked me in. It was probably when I was a child.”

You wished he hadn’t said that because the way you were thinking about him was definitely not motherly.

“Oh, and you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’. James, or even Bucky, is absolutely fine, especially when the others aren’t here.” He finished his drink and placed the empty glass down on his desk. Another step towards you and you were practically toe to toe, forcing you to tilt your head to keep eye contact. And what eyes they were. Ice on a clear day, but also sometimes sea mist, swirling in the sky. You swore you could write your own symphony about his eyes alone.

His long, slim fingers, which held the baton with such precision, plucked your glass from your fingers and placed it… somewhere. You weren’t paying attention. No, your attention was on the tip of his tongue as it peeked out from between his lips and swiped the residual bourbon from them.

“Unless - and I hope I’m not reading this wrong - you’d like to call me ‘Sir’?”  You heard a strange noise, only to realise it had come from you, a sort of strangled moan. Your heart was beating in your ears, and your lungs were burning. You should move, but you didn’t want to. How could you? James Barnes was standing in your personal space, his gaze fixed on you, asking if you wanted to call him ‘Sir’. You should say something. Something meaningful, or at least coherent.

“Yes. Sir.” The words left your lips like a sigh. Okay, it was nowhere near as meaningful or coherent as you’d wanted, but you no longer cared because he was kissing you, his hands cupping your face, and your own hands were clinging onto his shirt lest you fall on your ass with how jelly-like your legs were. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, and you opened them to let him in. You were ready to be devoured by him, to go down in flames and be sacrificed at his altar in honour of him.

You didn’t even realise he’d steered you around the room until the back of your legs made contact with his sofa. The only reason you didn’t stumble was due to your grip on his clothing. Barnes urged you down, his larger body hovering over yours as his lips broke contact and trailed down your jaw and neck.  Your sharp, indrawn breath seemed to spur him on as he laved your flesh with kisses and soft nibbles.

Bucky’s hands had left your face too, roaming down your body over your clothes, and your hands worked on their own to return the favour. They dipped to his waist, before working their way under his shirt to feel the warm firmness of his skin. You were burning up with need. With passion.

“Please, please, please…” His teeth scraped lightly along the column of your throat before he raised his head to look at you again. Your fingers dug into the flesh of his lower back, urging him onwards to wherever he wanted to go, wherever he wanted to take you.

“You want more, sweetheart? You crave it, don’t you?” The backs of his knuckles drifted down your cheek. “You’re my Allegra, aren’t you? Going full pace, excitedly, and without worry. I know what you need.” His lips captured yours again, but with an intense hunger. His hands worked efficiently on your clothes, and it was a matter of moments before you were bare beneath his gaze. His eyes roved over every curve, every swell and dimple. Every small scar and stretch mark. You were not ashamed of your body, but under his singular attention you felt overwhelmed, your eyes closing in response.

“Do not hide from me, Allegra.” You felt the trail of his lips across your stomach, the light graze of his stubble. “You will keep your eyes open for me.” Despite the heaviness weighing them down, you forced your eyelids to rise. There was no ice left in his eyes now, only dark wells of lust pulling you under. You kept watching him as he moved lower, dropping to his knees and nudging his shoulders between your thighs.

“You will watch, my little songbird. You will watch as I taste you and learn you. And you will ask me before you come. Your orgasms are mine to bestow. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” You breathed out your response. He raised an eyebrow, signalling that he wanted more from you. “Sir. Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good girl…say red if it gets too much.” His voice was deep, and rumbled up his throat like a purr. You had little time to think about it as his mouth curved into a smile, then he dipped his head lower, and…..ohh!

It took all your willpower not to let your eyes close again under his erotic onslaught. His own sparkled knowingly as his lips roved over your pussy, making good on his word to discover all there was about you. His tongue, which had explored and claimed your mouth, slotted between your folds and swirled around your clit before moving down to dip inside your weeping channel. Your fingers clutched for purchase, one on the fabric of the small couch, part of you registering it was the throw you’d covered him with, and the other in his brown hair.

“Oh, God! Fuck!”

He fucked you with his tongue, his nose pressing up against that most sensitive part of you as his hands cradled the backs of your thighs, with your legs over his shoulders so he could move in even closer. You’d never had anyone come close to making you feel like you were feeling now, untethered and a slave to currents you had no control over. There was a tightness to your belly, like a string wound too tight.

“Please, Sir. I need to come.” He shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered, and he granted you a small mercy by changing his focus, sliding his lips back up your pussy to wrap around your clit and suckle it gently.  You cried out, eyelids fluttering before you forced them open again at a small pinch to your thigh.

Bucky then moved his hands, one placed at the base of your spine, holding you up and open, and as he continued to torture you with his mouth, he traced around the opening of your pussy with one finger before sliding it into you. Your body shook, clenching as you tried to hold off your orgasm.

“Please!” You’d never begged for anything before in your life. He broke contact briefly to growl out “No” and then returned within a heartbeat, his finger sliding in and out of your wetness. When he added a second, your legs trembled again, and you bit your lip. In response, Bucky grazed his teeth over your clit, forcing your attention on him and he shook his head again. It took you a moment to realise that he wanted to hear you, hear your cries of ecstasy.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky. Oh God! Please, please, please!” 

The bastard crooked his fingers, massaging your sweet spot, and tears started to roll down your cheeks at the effort you were using to control your body as it was swamped in sensation.

“I can’t! Please! I can’t, I can’t. Sir! Need to come. Need to come.” 

His eyes bored into yours, holding you on the precipice, and you swore that the word he’d told you was climbing up your throat. 

Then he nodded.

And you screamed. 

Your back arched, and you could no longer keep your eyes open. The world was both white and black against your eyelids, complete static, as you felt electricity run through your body. The hair on your arms was on end, every nerve in your body sending conflicting signals to your brain. Up was down and down was up and you couldn’t breathe, but were also dizzy from too much oxygen…

You must have blacked out because when you opened your eyes, you were wrapped in the throw, and Bucky was squished on the sofa with you, your head on his lap as he gently rubbed his hand up and down your arm.

“Hey, there you are, sweetheart.” His smile was warm, and you broke into one of your own in response.

“Hey.” You stretched your arms above your head and flexed your toes. “Oh my God, I feel wiped out and…” A thought suddenly struck you. “What about you?” You moved your head and realised that ‘little’ Barnes was still half awake.

“Don’t worry about me. This was all about you. Trust me, you letting me do that was enough for now.”

You smiled coyly. “For now, eh? Does that mean you envisage us spending more time together?” He flushed, so different from the dominant persona he’d just displayed to you. He rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no. But, like only if you want to. No pressure or anything.”

You nibbled at your lower lip, thinking. “We’d have to keep it between us. The others wouldn’t like it. They’ll think you only gave me first chair because I agreed to sleep with you.”

Bucky nodded, leant down, and kissed you gently.

That was the beginning of your secret relationship.

Somehow you’d both kept it quiet, you and Barnes managing to maintain a professional relationship in the rehearsal room before you’d retreat to his office where he’d take you apart before putting you back together again. The first night he fucked you with his cock, you lost count of the number of times you came, and by the time Bucky finally allowed himself to spill inside the tight clutch of your pussy, you were like a rag doll, just allowing him to move you up and down his cock, like a living sex toy.

It was evident from the first that he loved to hear you, loved the noises that you made. It was as though he had made it his mission to try different things with you, just to find out what new noises he could drag from you. And you had never thought you’d crave the submission he wanted from you, but giving over all the power and control was freeing. Trusting him completely brought you peace. But now the season was at a close, and you wondered what that would mean for the pair of you. Would the passion fade away without the music there to draw you together? Or would you still continue to make your own private symphonies?

The audience was still applauding, and Bucky was taking his bow. He then gestured to you, a broad smile on his face and you stood, taking your own, before the pair of you turned to the rest of the orchestra, encouraging them to rise and receive the accolade as well. You all deserved it - you’d all worked hard. You smiled until your face ached and until the adrenaline started to subside, leaving a strange melancholy feeling in your stomach.

You started the lead-off, guiding your fellow musicians backstage to where you would all clean your instruments and put them back in their cases. Some of you were then going to go out to a bar and toast a season well done.

“You got a minute?” Barnes was beside you, face neutral, and you schooled your expression into something similar.

“Sure.” You closed the latches on your violin case and then followed him down the corridor. He stopped, looked around in each direction, before taking your hand and then drawing you through a door. As soon as it shut, his lips were on yours, and your hands were in his hair.

“I need you, Allegra.” His body pressed up against yours, his erection pushing into your stomach.

“You have me, Sir…” It was the truth. He had you for as long as he wanted you. You didn’t know how long that would be, but you’d enjoy it while it lasted. 

Bucky deftly opened the fly of his pants, pushed your long black skirt up and your panties to the side. You hooked your leg around his hip, opening yourself, and he plunged into your wet warmth in almost one stroke, swallowing your shouts and whimpers with his mouth. He slammed in and out of you like a man possessed, and all you could do was hold on.

“I want to take you home, Allegra. No more trysts in offices and store cupboards. I need you on my bed where I can really take you apart. And I need you in it in the mornings when I wake. No more living this life pianissimo. I need it and you, forte. What do you say?”

Your heart soared and the sounds of a thousand symphonies filled your ears.

“Yes, Sir!”

Tag list: @jobean12-blog @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @tuiccim @yarnforbrains @sidepartskinnyjeans @flordeamatista @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @chemtrails-club @seitmai @talia-rumlow @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @jen-with-a-pen

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #Orchestra au #navy and roo's sleepover #bucky barnes x y/n #late writes

[sunflowersandscreams]

kiss with a fist is better than none Ch3

orchestra au chapter 3!! can't wait for people to read this one

Summary: “Hey, what happened to you last night?” Lou Ellen asked, sitting in front of him at his table and blocking his view of Nico. “I heard that you shoved your tongue down Nico di Angelo’s throat while I was in the bathroom, and then I didn’t even see you for the rest of the night.” “Just a game of Spin the Bottle,” Will said as convincingly as possible. “Trust me, it wasn’t a pleasurable experience."

read on ao3

chapter 1

#orchestra au #lori writes #shes here....

[pink-luna-moth]

Oh look i finally finished it

Plus another version so you can read the actual sheet music i painstakingly copied

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things volume 2 #steve harrington #steddie #procreate #modern au #orchestra au #pinkluna art

[twelfthcenturyname]

Tom Riddle as a conductor in an imagined orchestra au. Conductors always look like they’re casting spells with their batons anyway.

#he would be hellish #so dramatic #but i would die to see him in action #tom riddle #orchestra au #fanart #art #harry potter #tomarry

[the-best-kung-fu]

Jotakak Orchestra AU 🎻❤️ (we are finishing the fic and we will upload it soon!)

#jotakak #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #trans kakyoin #orchestra au #jjba fanart #jjba fanfic #承花 #my art

[kckenobi]

wanted you to know that I found this LP amidst the collection I've inherited and the recording of The Swan is actually by the Philadelphia Orchestra on this one (rec. unknown, released 1970) and it has instantly become incredibly effecting to me through all that you had piece communicate in Rhapsody in Blue.

Also, made a clip of this actual LP's version for you. :) 💓

OH my GOD????? HI THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!!! And the fact that it's legit the philadephia orchestra like the fic!!! I GASPED!! Thank you so much for sharing this, that recording was GORGEOUS and I'm about to go listen to it again 😍😍😍 THANK YOU IM SCREAMING

#THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!!!! WHAT!!!!!!! #AMAZING THANK YOU SM FOR SHARING!!!! #orchestra au #asks

[japhan2024]

♫ Oops I wrote an orchestra au phanfic: A night in Florence - Japhan2024 - dan and phil [Archive of Our Own] ♫

genre: au, angst

words: 1.640

excerpt: And then there was the concertmaster. His name was Phil Lester, he was a slender, tall guy and an enigma. Nobody knew much about him. He would tell the odd joke and people would lose it - especially Louise - but he mostly kept to himself.

After the whole debacle with his piano teacher, Dan Howell wasn't keen on trying out any more instruments. He was more than happy to play on his new Xbox and forget about the cruel world for a few hours.

Dan distinguished two personalities within himself: the happy-go-lucky, sweet boy he once had been, who laughed easily and saw the good in people everywhere he went. And then there was the sad, hurt, broken guy, who hid behind edgy humor and black clothes.

The happy version of Dan seldom surfaced, but today was an exception. His grandma had given him tickets to a classical concert: Mahler's second symphony. Dan knew next to nothing about classical music, just that it was something serious that fancy people went to. Of course he wanted to experience it.

And now he was going! He wore his blackest clothes, his neatest shoes and absolutely fried his hair into straight, shiny locks that fell a little long, framing his round face.

After everyone he asked had declined - he'd asked two people - he figured he would just go on his own.

The bus ride was loud and crowdy, but he got off at the stop next to the music hall and stood there, just to take in the stately structure, sharp shapes contrasting with the soft sky behind it. The twilight made Dan's adventure feel even more exciting.

Dan was a tall kid. He towered over the guy in the ticket box and said, "I have one spare ticket, you can give it to someone who still wants to get in."

The guy smiled but said, "I'm afraid this concert isn't sold out by a long shot. But thanks all the same!"

There were no young people in sight. Dan walked solemnly over the velvet floors and up marble stairs. His seat was on the second floor. He sat down and waited. He was early.

More and more people gathered in the audience, but the ticket box guy had been right: it wasn't even remotely full. Dan looked down at all the gray hair and bald heads. He didn't feel like he belonged.

Then he saw the orchestra arrive at the podium. They weren't all gray. There were young people amongst them. They looked incredible. Confident, stylish in their black and white attire.

The light dimmed. Adrenaline rushed through Dan's body, as he saw the orchestra get ready to play.

And as soon as Dan heard the first note, he knew. Classical music would be his life.

~

"You can go in now." The stern face of the young woman who said this, scared Dan more than anything had even scared him in life.

"Okay," he stammered. Having an extracurricular activity was just what Dan needed. School really sucked and he just fantasized of being somewhere else all day, to not have to deal with reality. So, he had taken up the violin. He practiced every free hour that he had, while his Xbox collected dust.

Dan walked past the woman, into the room. The conductor and the concertmaster sat there. The conductor smiled. He was an older man but had a very youthful, slightly mischievous face. Dan tried not to look at the concertmaster, because he had seen him, and he was... no, Dan had to focus. He put his music on the stand before him. He'd rehearsed a Bach Partita and a folk song.

He put his violin under his chin, and started to play. He closed his eyes, for he didn't need to read the music anyway. He knew it by heart. When Dan played, it seemed like another power took over: a new version of Dan emerged: a confident, capable and musically gifted version of himself, that he'd always wanted to become and nearly got squashed by that awful piano teacher... Now Dan stood tall, proud and-

"Thank you, we've heard enough," the conductor said, cutting off Dan's playing. Dan didn't have a choice but to look at the concertmaster. A pale, black-haired guy with intense, wide and icy blue eyes.

"You can't say no to a guy who played your favorite folk song so beautifully, right?" The conductor joked. The concertmaster nodded.

"You're in, you can take a seat amongst the first violins," the conductor said with a smile.

"Okay," Dan replied mechanically. He started to walk away but the concertmaster said "don't forget your music," and Dan scuttled back to fetch it and kind of scurried off again. Outside, the stern young woman was instructing the people still waiting on their turn to audition. Dan replayed the words of the concertmaster again and again in his head. "don't forget your music..." such a different accent than he'd imagined. It was very Northern. Dan sighed. "Oh dear."

~

Dan had been playing in the orchestra for a couple of years now and had even made a few friends. Orchestra time was so very different from school. At school, Dan was bullied. There were only mean faces and petty remarks. In the orchestra, he got to be himself and most people there were a good few leagues weirder than him.

There was the leader of the violas, PJ, who was always on about obscure movies Dan had never seen. A flamboyant cello player, Louise, who giggled at everything but not in a mean way, she was just bubbly like that. And she'd even giggle at nothing at all. It made Dan feel normal in comparison.

And then there was the concertmaster. His name was Phil Lester, he was a slender, tall guy and an enigma. Nobody knew much about him. He would tell the odd joke and people would lose it - especially Louise - but he mostly kept to himself.

Dan had tried to talk to him once, it had been very awkward and he would not try it again.

But now, they were on tour in mainland Europe and they had arrived in Italy, in the bustling town of Florence. The sun was brutal, especially for a group of kids wearing black suits. Dan was used to it, but not many others were. Phil looked extra attractive, his features somehow accentuated by the heat. His jawline was incredible. His Adam's apple like an ancient sculpture.

"You're staring," Louise giggled.

"I know, but can you blame me, really?"

"Hardly."

Phil was plucking his violin absent-mindedly. He wore sunglasses.

"The trip here was so insane, I'm so jealous you could all just fly here," Louise started to tell the story of her road trip across Europe to transport the large instruments that couldn't be airport luggage.

"Oh, absolutely," Dan said without listening. He could only look at Phil who was now playing Bach mixed with jazz, which somehow worked. A couple of other orchestra members crowded around him to listen as well.

The day only got hotter. When they arrived at the venue, Dan couldn't see straight from the heat. The orchestra crawled into their seats. They were to play outside and a large crowd had gathered. A drop of sweat traced down Dan's neck into his suit. Ugh, disgusting.

Phil stood up, beckoning each instrument group to tune.

Dan saw Phil and the conductor talk to each other. Then Phil mimicked to the guys in the orchestra, to take their tie off and loosen their buttons. He did so, by doing it himself.

And as Phil began loosening his tie, something happened within Dan. Something awakened. He breathed in but forgot to breathe out. Phil took his tie off. Then he loosened his first button...

Phil's light skin exposed, Dan's eyes widened, pupils dilated...

Another button... what was Phil thinking! What was he doing to Dan? Dan gasped for air, finally.

Right, Dan had to do this as well. But the hot air against his own exposed skin only made him feel hotter.

They played Stravinsky's Petrushka. As soon as they started playing, Dan was back on his game. The music was exciting, uplifting and mysterious. Dan's fingers rand up and down the violin's neck as he got lost in the music. He moved in perfect rhythm with Phil, who made an effort to move expressively so everyone followed.

The audience applauded and the orchestra all stood and then bowed. Phil was just as drenched in sweat as everyone else. He looked appreciative at the orchestra, and for a short while, he locked eyes with Dan. To Dan, time stood still. Those light eyes, the mysterious lopsided smile... Dan shot Phil a content smile. It had been a great concert.

~

Finally, the sun set and the dusk settled. All members of the orchestra rejoiced and drank more and more Italian wine.

Dan had a goal. To approach Phil, finally. But how could he do that, when Phil was walking around with only an open shirt and shorts?

More wine.

Dan made his way through the crowd on the piazza. He saw Phil talking to an American exchange student, a very talented clarinet player called Cat.

"So, that was a fun concert, right!" Dan blurted out.

Phil and Cat looked at him, a little startled but they too were under the influence and they smiled kindly.

"We first violins really shone today," Phil said.

"Your solo was so unbelievably beautiful," Dan continued to yap. Phil just laughed.

"I'm going to get another bottle," Cat said tactically, leaving the two guys.

"So, do you have other hobbies than the violin?" Why did Dan ask such dumb questions, he scolded himself.

"I do actually, I'm studying film as well. I'd like to be a director someday."

"Really? That's so cool! So, do you watch movies a lot?"

"Yes, me and Peej both have a subscription to the cinema." Phil smiled.

"Incredible..." Dan was talking about Phil's eyes. They seemed to get closed and closer, the more he looked into them.

#dan and phil #phan #phanfic #fanfic #orchestra au

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Here's a series of 6 MMD renders inspired by the Genshin Orchestra AU by @h4msanta and @kanonavi. 3 renders for both the Trombone and Oboe sections, with one being a casual hangout, the second is supposed to be some or all of the members in a somewhat funny scenario with their instruments, and the last of each set is the section in rehearsal. There would have been a 4th image of the sections in performance, but I at least want to know the surrounding sections to really get that 'orchestra' feeling and not have it full with a bunch of empty seats... Okay I won't lie, this is an... attempt to see their document for myself, but I still do want to do more of these renders, as it was instrument renders that got me hooked into MMD, also I like composing orchestral music. Some personal head canons which I have tried to articulate in these images;

The Oboe section (especially Tighnari) are biology nerds, and Tighnari himself likes to write Oboe solos based upon various plants, whether they get played or not, is up in the air.

Xianyun thinks Tighnari doesn't know that Nahida is a prodigy and doesn't need his pointers, however Tighnari does know that, but he doesn't really care due to his personal observations; Nahida is an excellent soloist, but a little fast during ensemble performance.

(This one's inspired by one of my music teachers) A few years prior Wriothesley tried his hands in a touring Jazz band to make a few extra dollars to keep himself stable, long story short he found himself burnt out of Jazz way too fast and was forced to quit after a late submission almost failed him out of Uni. That's it for now. Also if you're wondering why Tighnari is holding his Oboe like that, I did it because I didn't want all 3 of them to be laying their Oboes on their laps.

#genshin impact #genshin #mmd #orchestra au #genshin orchestra #xianyun #nahida #tighnari #hu tao #yanfei #wriothesley #trombone #oboe