Dancer Lando x Painter Oscar - Concorde Conservatory AU
Rated M - Chapter 1/5 - 8k words - Ao3 Link!
Chapter 1 : Of Friendships and Forgetfulness
Ersatz: being a usually artificial and inferior substitute or imitation
Lando's always been a bit like the music he dances to: loud, fast, passionate, and over before you have a chance to get hooked. He likes it that way. Sure, his friends are much steadier than him, with their budding romances and growing careers. He's not that upset about it, honest. But chance meetings with a quiet new artist force him to slow down and take notice of the smaller things in life- including his feelings and what he really wants out of life.
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Argh I'm so busy rn guys <3 wtf kinda pride month is this, gay boy has too much shit to do. But I've been writing some of / thinking a lot about an Au of mine that'll be a string of connected fics so heres some thoughts?
Concorde Consevatory (named for the Concorde Agreement in F1, cuz researching lead me down fun ass rabbit holes) is where the events of this au take place + The apartment building where most if not all of the drivers live, cuz CCCverse fics have forever blessed me. I will now blad about pairings.
Landoscar: Painter Oscar x Dancer Lando. Where Osc is a new transfer student and Lando is a loud as fuck man in need of a roommate. Lando works in very commerical dance (Think ads and music videos and tours and such), and is very focused on his work being marketable. Oscar sees through the veneer of it all and accidentally makes Lando his muse. They awkwardly fall in love through a lot of trial and error, learning to live and work together. Big focus on the mask performers and artists (and athletes!) put on VS who's on the inside.
Their fic is the one I'm currently working on!
Gewis: Oboist George x Conductor Lewis. I'm such a sucker for George being a mess while Lewis is just serving cunt as an organized king. A lot of George being a perfectionist to a fault and terrified of his own feelings while Lewis is trying to be obvious with his flirtations that are flying RIGHT OVER George's head. A lil drama with George being on scholarship and desperate to perform and Lewis trying to make sure he has a life. The slow burn to end all slow burns.
Charlos: Ballerino Charles x Ballerino Carlos. I actually used to be a dancer, and omfg ballet people r scary. The amount of stress? The competition? The drama?? Playing with the idea of like Peoples Prince Charles. Born from like ballet royalty and fiercly competative. A technique master. And Carlos who's more into pushing the boundaries of tradition. Also roommates, cuz I can't help myself :P A total rivals to lovers thing mixed with a bit of not being who ur expected to be. U know the vibes. U see the vision. I need to get my old termonolgy notes out of the dusty notebook theyre in
Maxiel: Music Education Daniel x Trumpeter Max. Daniel who wants to work with children and doesn't care so much about being the best VS the man who stole his friends seat in the top band in his freshman year and then proceeded to follow Daniel around like a stray dog. Daddy issues Max for 500 please. and Daniel being a saint to this earth. Also a slow burn cuz if I write smth where Max isn't emotionally constipated then u know that I've been taken over by a parasitic alien.
Bearnelli: Composer Kimi x Pianist Ollie. Probably gonna start with straight best friendism! Unrequited crush Ollie vs Kimi who's got a bit of a crush on George for a bit (Russonelli... that's soon obliterated cuz George is not interested). Say it with me: ROOMMATES. More of a coming of age type vibe. Still working them out.
And I have more but those r the most fleshed out! I'm thinking of doing a Lawbladjar thing w/ both Isack and Arvid having Liam as a muse and fighting about it. And Gabico TA x student romantical hour. And I will to Pierresteban. Maybe even Yukierresteban.
Thoughts? Questions? I rly wanna talk about this more so literally ask me ANYTHING. Or just come talk to me. Ask box open :D I love to talk.
hey gang. Curious if anyone would be interesting in Beta-reading for Ersatz- my new Landoscar fic? I usually don't get my fics Beta-Read. I usually edit and sometimes get a passage or two read by friends. But I've been kinda struggling with this one and would just appreciate some eyes on it?
hi new friend!! i’ve been seeing your concorde conservatory au posts and i am verrry interested in it, especially au bearnelli, maxiel, and landoscar! the dancer-painter landoscar snippet you shared made me laugh and i’m enjoying your writing style :)
i’m curious about what made you assign each specialisation (instrument? art forms? job?…) to each person? in part because i wrote an (unshared) orchestra at a few months ago in the same vein and the one commonality was conductor lewis, which i thought was interesting :DD would love to hear more about this au!!
Hello Hello! I'd love to! Some of them are vibes based, others r narrative based, others r cuz I wanted to!
George - Cuz he's just an Oboe Player if an oboe was a race car. If you know double reed players, you understand what im saying (whole post about this)
Lewis - Twins!!! Lewis is just so in control and easy to listen to, him on the radio pumping up the team to keep pushing, his effortless ability to serve. It just gives Conductor in control to me
Lando - His love for house music, and all the clips of him in clubs lmao. Being a dancer just fits him to me
Oscar - Listen, that man doesn't seem to have an artistic bone in the body. I had to pick something. Narratively, it made sense for him to be a quiet type to I settled on a painter cuz it pairs nicely with Lando and I can just picture him sitting at a canvas for Hours
Max - Have u met a trumpet player, specifcally a really damn good one? He's like that, but if you take away the annoying parts and instead made him a beast TM. Trumpeter Max, no further questions
Daniel - He just seems so good with kids, and with him retiring the sport it matches with retiring from performance. I can imagine him easily as a teacher
Kimi - This one is because I wanted to. I don't really have a good explination. Child prodigy who can write good music. Dont look at me okay hes just like that
Ollie - He just fit the vibe to me? Also because I didn't make Charles- who literally plays piano- a pianist I felt like Ollie would make a good one. His relaxed vibe and kind nature remind me of accompanists and also its a good match to Kimi.
Charles - His whole prince of monaco thing just screams ballerino to me, idk what it is. Also his angelic beauty. Like, HELLO. Just seems very much the kind of pressure and personality of a prima ballerina.
Carlos - 1. Insane legs from cycling. 2. Handsomest man alive. 3. To match with Charles. 4. Tell me he wouldn't eat down in a Prince Siegfried costume. No further questions.
(Some ones I didn't get into in my og post)
Arvid - He has such artist vibes. I can imagine him working with all sorts of unconventional sculpting materials and loving it.
Liam - Guys he literally plays guitar. (Im aware i didnt do this for Charles.... shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Isack - Idk what it is about him, maybe its the soulful eyes, but he seems like a contemporary dancer to me.
Yuki - Made him a percussionist cuz after all that Red Bull-shit he deserves to hit something
Pierre - Pierresteban artistic rivals. I made them both artists. Pierre is better at figures and realism. Went crazy hardcore into studies trying to prove he was better than Pierre. I just want toxic yaoi with paintbrushes... okay?
Esteban - Perresteban artistic rivals. Abstract, expirimental, funky styles. His kind and sweet aura enamor me and I think he'd enjoy just painting things in funny styles. And also proving he's TOTALLY PAST PIERRE (he's not)
Gabi - His instrument (Saxaphone) doesn't rly matter too much to what I have in mind for him. But he just reminds me of this 1 guy I know who plays sax. Crazy explenation ik
Nico - Music Theory for the sake of the story. That mans been in F1 for a while. Idk a better explenation then that he be old.
that's that! I missed a couple but they probably just don't have interesting explenations. Lemme know if you wanna know more. Things for this au are tagged Concorde Conservatory :D
The (so far) texting bits from my Landoscar fics, mainly featuring Gewis bcuz I love them so and Landoscar gets like all the real writing, Gewis can have the background lore.
Prt. 1 (shortly after Lando discovers he's giving a welcome tour to our favorite Aussie)
The Big 3 11:05 AM
Lando: what we up 2 guys
George: Walking to rehearsal
Alex: Walking to rehearsal
Lando: Booo boring yawnig rolling my eyes
George: How was class? We all heard Carlos waking you up again so I’m assuming you made it
Lando: i did bitch and now i have to go do a thing for your stupid bf
George: What does Lewis want?
Alex: He admits it!
George: Shut up! We’re not dating!
Lando: his dumbass greeting comity im in
George: *Committee
Lando: die
Alex: Lando you signed up to be on that team.
Lando: and? i forgot i had to really do shyt
Alex: So we’re getting new students?
Lando: transfers frm down under, apparently. bet fucking mark has smth to do with this he hates me
George: Mark Webber doesn’t hate you, Lando. You might not be wrong though. I can ask Lewis if you want.
Lando: why not nothing interessting happenin here ayways
Alex: And he’s off! With a new excuse to talk to his man.
(11:17 AM)
George: Okay, rehearsal is about to start but apparently their names are Oscar and Arvid? Also only one of them is Australian. He's transferring over from a traditional university, one Mark used to teach at. Also Lewis gives you a frown for forgetting.
Lando: i did not forget!
Lando: im literally getting ready to greet the guy right now
Lando: hello?
Prt 2. Lando AFTER giving said tour
Rosso Apartments GC 6:42 pm
Lando: headed home rn anyone wanna catch dinner 2gether
Charles: I am available!
Carlos: sure
Daniel: I will be there
Max: r u paying
Lando: no fuk u
Max: boooooo
Daniel: I can pay for you Maxy <3
Max: yeah I’ll come.
Lando takes a minute to screenshot that whole interaction and cackle at it before continuing on.
George: Can I tag along? Alex is out of the apartment and it’s odd to eat alone.
Lando: ok my offer is closed thats enugh ppl in my apartment
Lewis: Dang, too slow.
Lando doesn’t even have to guess who send the text he receives two seconds later.
BritishBias 6:49 pm
Georgie: Would you consider letting Lewis come? Please?
Lando: why would i do that
Georgie: Because I’m asking really nicely?
Lando: u owe me a monster 4 this.
Georgie: You don’t even have a roommate! You have plenty of room!
Lando: yeah yeah wtvr
Rosso Apartments GC (6:55)
Lando: lewlew you can come say thank you to russell
Lewis: Sick! Thx George 😀
Lando pretends not to see the very rude messages he receives in response to that, just tries to wave down a taxi to get home.
I'm enjoying writing this! It is likely going to become a series of connected series
This is an idea from an idea from an idea, but it spiraled into me actually writing so I'm excited for it? It's gonna be a longer fic so, enjoy this little teaser <3 Dancer Lando x Painter Oscar in my little fine arts f1 au. Read below the cut (A warning that it's kinda just Lando so far, Oscar's on his way)
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Ersatz: being a usually artificial and inferior substitute or imitation
Lando’s more than used to waking up to Carlos pounding on his door, sometimes he doesn’t even bother with actually setting the alarm. That’s how timely Carlos always is. Every day, at 7am at the dot, Carlos is yelling at him that they’ve “got to leave” and “he’s not waiting this time”. It’s really a perfect arrangement. Carlos has a key to Lando’s apartment afterall, why not use it.
The curly haired boy falls out of bed after the third round of pounding, because he doesn’t want a headache and is very aware that Carlos will unironically leave him at the apartments. Then Lando will have to pay for an uber, or walk to campus, and he really doesn’t want to do that. The point of moving into a building with a bunch of other art kids is that he doesn’t have to pay for his own transportation.
Lando shouts that he’ll be ready in five and does his best to not be lying. He tries to remember what he’s meant to be doing today. What class does he have on Tuesday mornings? Technique? It’s probably a technique class. He always wakes up with the same pit of dread in his stomachs on those days. That makes him pull on some tights and a black leotard, plus shorts because the ballet department will never take his dignity from him again after his mandatory ballet 101 course. He prefers to hide his ass from the general populace, thank you. He finds an old jumper to throw over it, a simple black one with “Concorde Conservatory” printed in a loopy font over the front. He’d gotten it in his first year of study, and he’s worn it half to death but it holds up fine. Ballet boys know how to sew, and Carlos has fixed the sleeves for Lando every time they rip. It’s a tried and true outfit for a dancer such as Lando, he thinks he looks rather good after a check in the mirror. He adjusts his curls, sprays cologne, remembers his deodorant, and then grabs his thankfully already packed duffel bag.
Exiting his bedroom gives him the welcome sight of Carlos brewing coffee. The man is a saint, and Lando probably would’ve been kicked out without him. “Good morning! That’s gotta be a record for getting ready.”
“One day, (carbon?), you will be ready before I even knock. We will celebrate with champagne,” the Spanish man frowns, pouring coffee into two matching thermoses before handing one off to Lando to put in a bit too much creamer and sugar. “You know we get yelled at when you make us late, right?”
“I haven’t made us late in a month and a half,” Lando sniffs, because how rude! He knocks on wood after he says it, just in case. “I am in the modern dance track, no matter what those dusty old teachers say I’m never going to be a ballerino. Not like you, or your french boy toy.”
“He’s Monegasque,” Carlos corrects instantly, before groaning as if tortured when Lando laughs at him. “Shut up.”
“Can I not delight that my dear friend and best taxi service has a crush? That happens to be his fun new roommate?” Lando teases, waggling his eyebrows until it earns him a kick to the shin.
Lando knows he’s pretty annoying about relationships, Carlos never fails to point it out afterall. He’s just curious! Can you blame him? And maybe he’s in desperate need of a more than one time fling. “Hopeless,” Carlos comments, grabbing his keys and heading to the door.
He’s not exactly wrong. Lando’s been on a bit of an all time dry spell when it comes to relationships. His last relation that lasted more than a night was a streak of bad decisions between him and Carlos, which they’ve both politely agreed to forgive and forget. Recital season is a stressful time afterall.
It’s not that Lando enjoys being single. He just has trouble staying in relationships. He’s too wild for some people. It’s an issue. He’s all or nothing, all the time. He’s really bad at waiting. And building up to things. And being patient. All the things a guy or gal wants their boyfriend to be, he’s not. He’s good at flirting, but not at casual. Casual’s just so boring.
Lando finally opens up his phone, which is sitting at a sweet 16% from Lando not plugging it in last night, and is met with a handful of messages. One is from George in their apartment building’s group chat. It’s an annoyed request to please keep it quiet after 11pm, and a trio of middle fingers from Max in response. Classic. Lando hearts Max’s message before moving on.
There’s a few emails forwarded over from his talent manager, Zak. As much as Lando has a distaste for the man, he gets Lando gigs. There’s a back up dancer position in a music video, an ad campaign for a headphone brand, and a modeling shoot asking for dancers. Each one tagged with Zak’s favorite words to describe Lando: Sexy and Fun.
It’s his brand, Lando is more than aware. While saying that he was in training at a prestigious school was the meat to his applications, Lando’s good looks could usually get him the extra mile in booking work. Zak says it’s just business, but it makes the British boy feel a bit like a piece of meat people are trying to get a bite of. His training doesn’t matter so much now, but he has to believe it will when he graduates. He’ll make connections and be able to break into musical theater or touring music or something more than this. For now, he just replies with check marks to the music video and the advertisement, he doesn’t feel like modeling.
“Can I borrow your portable charger today?” Lando asks Carlos, shooting him his best ‘you know you love me’ smile.
Carlos sighs, shaking his head, “You owe me dinner.”
“Deal!” Lando grins, and reaches to root through the ballerino’s bag to claim his prize. Plugging his phone into the little brick. “Got plans for the day.”
“Class, and uh.. Class.. And then we’re doing tours for the couple of transfer students, remember? We promised Lewis we would.” Carlos reminds with a tired sounding voice.
“Oh, right. Totally, I remember.” Lando completely forgot he agreed to do that. He kind of agreed to anything Lewis asked, because it’s Lewis Hamilton? The best conductor any of them have ever met, Lando isn’t even a musician and he gets the hype. Lewis is at the Conservatory for his fucking Phd, which means he runs a ton of stuff on campus. Including the greeting community, that Lando is technically- and unfortunately- a part of. “Pop quiz, since I remember. Are we in groups or?”
Carlos obviously knows it’s bullshit, but he obliges anyway. “There’s not many. Just one on one stuff. You’ve got the Aussie painter I think? I’ve got this New Zealander kid. Come from the same school I think? I dunno, you’ll be fine. Just point out the main stuff and set him on his way.”
