LINKDING

<blockquote>The man is in Lan Zhan’s bed. Did they—he begins to wonder, eyes trailing to where the man’s body lies under the blanket. Had Lan Zhan—? Then the sleep-fog clears and Lan Zhan realizes that the young man isn’t quite opaque around the edges. “You’re a spirit.” The spirit narrows its eyes. “I’m so much more than that.” (Lan Zhan buys a guqin off eBay for a suspiciously low price, only to find that it’s haunted. And now there’s a ghost in his bed.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lan Zhan knows that face. It's Wei Ying. His head is thrown back, eyes closed, baring a long line of throat interrupted only by his adam's apple. He's pulling the mic stand towards him as he belts out a high note, long and piercing, the crowd screaming along with him. He cuts it off and snaps his eyes open – the camera catches it head on and for a single breath, it's almost as if he's looking straight at Lan Zhan. - The ballet dancer!LWJ and rockstar!WWX AU</blockquote>

<blockquote>"This is my year," Shen Yuan tells his sister when he heads off to X Factor bootcamp. He knows he's good, and he's got his story in the bag. He's watched enough talent shows and read enough insider scoops and blind items to know the story is what puts the skill over the edge. He's spent years perfecting the Shen Yuan package. It's time to deploy it. "Sure," she says, laughing. She's laughing again when he video-calls her from bootcamp. "So, bro, did you get in?" she asks. "Yeah," Shen Yuan says. His voice, he's surprised to find, is steady. "But... they put me in a group."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Beside her, the second clarinet shifted in his seat and grumbled, “I thought there was going to be a new conductor. What’s the point of holding rehearsal without a conductor?” The complaint lit the first clarinet’s seething anger. He should shut his mouth and tune his clarinet. Yes, the new conductor was late, but the ensemble had all gathered, when, for too long, they hadn’t known if they would ever gather again. Two weeks at home, with nothing but shrieking children and her mother and sister-in-laws’ chorus of laments—oh our menfolk, oh the senate, oh the drought—was enough. She needed this. Didn’t they all, right now? They would have an ordinary rehearsal if she had to drag each one through it by their nose.</blockquote> ➤ Oh wow this is gorgeous, intense and beautiful and real, and the slow careful building towards the perfect end

<blockquote>The thing with musical prodigies is that they're soloists, and soloists play alone. He doesn't want to play alone anymore. - "A summer guest lecture series? Oh, very nice. I wish I could sit in on that." "Do you also play the piano?" "Not even a little bit," says Wei Ying cheerfully. "But I'm sure you'd have a lot of thoughts on musicality that would be relevant regardless." "Oh," says Lan Zhan. He seems to be searching for something else to say. "I believe it is oversubscribed," he says finally. "As it should be," says Wei Ying, and does not tell him that he has all of Lan Zhan's albums downloaded onto his phone, listened to over and over when he's on a train, a plane, waiting for a taxi, has followed his career since he overheard half a Mendelssohn when they were fifteen.<blockquote>

<blockquote>Wei Wuxian plays the flute. Someone in Wei Wuxian's apartment complex plays violin. Sometimes, they play the flute and the violin together, and it's... nice. It's really nice. It's sort of the nicest thing going on in his life right now, honestly. It's like the poets say: Music is love in search of a word.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I think this is the one,” Emily said, just as she had said last time, and the time before, and the time before. (The last time she’d announced that she had the song, it was a treacly Edith Piaf-style torch song about Genghis Khan’s threesome with the Lady of the Lake and Spock from Star Trek, and their adventures conquering the land of glitter cheese.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>Before the flute is a flute, it is a bird. This is the first act of magic. This is the first lesson the girl learns, when the world is still young and shaggy-coated with lingering winter. Sometimes things can be other things. An axehead hides in a chunk of flint. Before it is a meal, a mammoth is a squealing calf tagging along behind its mother. A fox is a white spirit barking curses until an arrow finds it and turns it into a friend that shields your ears from the wind’s teeth. And before it is a flute, a bird is a song lodged in a treetop.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Clint wasn't available to be Kate's fake date for this awful dinner party so, like any self respecting adult, Kate advertised on Craigslist for one.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Damen Vasileus, lead singer of rock band Akielos, is struggling to wrest control of the band from his brother and ex-fiancee. Laurent de Vere, highly acclaimed child star trying to transition to an adult career, is having a PR crisis after spitting on a co-star. A new romance would make Jokaste jealous and soften Laurent's image; maybe they can help each other out…</blockquote> ➤ I'm honestly pleasantly surprised by the lyrics to Damen's band's songs, like, I'd listen to some of those

<blockquote>Bodhi's by himself in a bar when his worst ex-boyfriend walks through the door. He scrambles for the closest friendly face.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He's sitting in a car with all of his belongings in the back seat and his hands wrapped around the steering wheel, admitting to himself that a stupid, dizzy firework of a one-night-stand with a man he'd barely known is one of the only bright memories he has right now. [In which Enjolras and Grantaire make some music, make some terrible decisions, and make a habit out of doing everything in the wrong order.]</blockquote> ➤ the grantaire-pov remix of The People Sing by littledust

<blockquote>Cosette, an aspiring musician, is certain she's locked into her terrible recording contract forever and the public will never get to hear her music. Then a mysterious DJ named Enjolras remixes one of her original demos. She follows his digital trail to a club called the ABC, where she's offered the chance to join the music revolution. What ensues includes romance, past lives revealed, the making of an album, and a protest concert.</blockquote> ➤ inspired by the DJenjolras twitter originally

<blockquote>Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back if you ever wanna try again, I done told you once—you son of a bitch—I'm the best that's ever been."</blockquote> ➤ fanfic of a song about a devil trying (and failing) to bet a musician's soul away based on who's the better musician. And what a great place to take the premise.

<blockquote>The first time they actually met, Dazzle had a backstage pass and Prisma was busy putting all of her energy into projecting the Prisma Experience, because you couldn't just turn off being the frontwoman for Prisma and the Dream Girls, not when tickets easily went for several hundred dollars a pop and especially not when you were as black and as fabulous as she was. There were other people with passes, too, mostly excited girls of various ages under twenty, but none of them were dressed like Dazzle was. Why would they be? Prisma's act was a family-friendly gig, not quite Disney-Channel sanitized but not the sort of thing most parents would worry if their kids liked, whereas Dazzle was the lead—"Ringmaster," said their liner notes—of the one and only Freakshow, which meant her preferred look involved stomping around in black leather and wearing face makeup that looked like a kabuki explosion. The other attendees gave her a wide berth.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Felicity is classically-trained and spends her days coming up with a capella compositions and remixes [and has a youtube channel]. Oliver is the lead singer of Arrow, the hottest new rock and roll band.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ragnar and Lagertha hear Athelstan busking in a park by chance on the same day they lose their opening act. They convince him to come along with them as they tour their way across the country, and he fits into their lives better than they ever could have hoped.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I am enchanted with you,” said Bossuet, and these words, not chosen well, were spoken with the grace of somestairs trying to put pants on. (For the kinkmeme, prompt is: Canon-era AU where Musichetta is a famous soprano and Joly and Bossuet catch her eye when they come to the opera together.)</blockquote> ➤ OVERCOME BY FEELS

<blockquote>“Come on, come on.” Courfeyrac is leading the way. “Retweet them a few times, give some hugs, and you're a golden god. Then we get to party til dawn. Beauties on the bus.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Teyla is the beautiful one, Ronon is the enigmatic one, and Rodney, of course, is the genius one. But John, John is the star.</blockquote> ➤ A band AU, and kind of quietly tragic

<blockquote>justice_turtle asked for a Doctor Who band AU. This is... um, I let you decide what this is.</blockquote> ➤ https://bagheera-san.dreamwidth.org/413035.html

<blockquote>Marcus doesn't usually go for hipster musician types, but he's about to make an exception. A Brooklyn music scene AU.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He just wants to drum.</blockquote> ➤ the band au ➤ http://archiveofourown.org/works/108442

<blockquote>Clark is not in a band.</blockquote>

➤ a band au!

<blockquote>Because every fandom in the world needs an au where they're all in high school and in a band, OKAY. And this is that au. Ahaha. Um. With some angst, because I can't help myself, I am truly sorry. But, nothing compared to the other stuff I write.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Rodney's never heard of John Sheppard, rock-god and eco-warrior. John Sheppard thinks that's something that needs addressing.</blockquote>

➤ The one where Rodney's a conductor and John a violinist