Jun 13, 2025
art redraw ‘3’ (og image under the cut) and yes this is humanized fink what of it
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art redraw ‘3’ (og image under the cut) and yes this is humanized fink what of it
That's basically all the ships with conductor bastian in phuntom bunny form isn't it 😳 which musician in the concert will win the heart of the conductor?? 🤔
Although some of my favorite trash demon ships (such as Sebamey) are excluded in this visual, and O!Ciel is the child reluctantly dragged along into the orchestra by his dad, there are still plenty of options for the Sebastian multishipper!
The trumpeter Grelle Sutcliff, first chair of her section. Although she deplored studying music theory (which she found hopelessly tedious) in uni, her prodigious natural talent makes her one of the most gifted members of the whole ensemble. The energy and raw emotion of her playing captivate audiences across the nation. Ever the diva, Grelle occasionally butts heads with conductor Michaelis and her fellow musicians over how she believes their pieces ought to be performed. She’s never shy about interrupting Sebas mid-rehearsal to interject with her opinion. At other times (if Sebastian is concentrating on a different section, for example), she’ll take a few minutes to scroll through her phone, file her nails, or flip through a scandalous tabloid she stashed away in her purse, not batting an eye when the conductor notices and reprimands her. And, of course, if there’s a flashy solo up for grabs, she leaps at the opportunity! Interestingly enough, however, Sebastian seems to enjoy his little verbal sparring matches with the beautiful Miss Sutcliff. Several musicians in the orchestra have also spotted them attending plays or dancing at local clubs together. 💃😉
Agni, the drummer. His sight-reading skills and impeccable sense of rhythm are on par with Sebastian’s. As the group’s unofficially designated dad friend, Agni is always willing to lend a hand, whether than involves helping another orchestra member practice a challenging section of their latest piece, bringing snacks (homemade, of course) for everyone during a late-night rehearsal, making extra photocopies of sheet music when someone misplaced theirs, or smoothing over disputes between musicians. Unlike certain peers of his (aka Miss Grelle 😂), Agni is respectful and attentive and does his best to keep the rest of the orchestra focused. Sebastian holds him in high esteem; in fact, Agni’s the only person the conductor trusts to lead rehearsals in his stead if Sebas is out sick. Rumor has it that the two were roommates back in their music major days, and they remain close friends...or, perhaps, something more? Agni’s been known to stay behind after practice sessions to play duets on the piano with the alluring conductor, and the quiet, longing glances exchanged between the pair give cause for suspicion...
Wolfram, the tuba player (though I think the specific type might be a sousaphone? 🤔)
A recent addition to the orchestra, Wolf immigrated to Britain from Germany with his foster daughter Sieglinde. While not brilliant, he’s a competent musician, practicing diligently every day on his own as well as during group rehearsals. He and Sebastian got off to a rocky start due to his limited English, which led to quite a few (often comical) misunderstandings. Finally fed up, Sebastian decided that he’d tutor the man in English himself, setting up weekly dates meetings at the library or his favorite coffee shop to spend an hour drilling Wolfram on vocabulary and conjugating essential verbs. Their relationship has mellowed out considerably since then. ☺️ Along with Agni, the strapping Wolf normally helps set up and put away the chairs before/after rehearsals...while Sebastian gazes with utmost respect at their muscular frames. 👀
Meanwhile, poor grouchy boi wonders disgustedly why his parent is like this. 🤦♀️
38th Batch Of Fics: 8th Fill
Sigma/Baptiste – conductor!Sigma skin; music AU; oral fixation – Baptiste is obsessed with the new conductor.
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Baptiste can’t help but just stare at the new conductor. His saving grace is that there is nothing weird about it, at least. He has learned the piece by heart weeks ago, fingers flying over the oboe, head slightly tilted down as he plays it but eyes always up – staring at De Kuiper.
He and many of the others had been sceptical when they’ve seen the old man. Their orchestra is a young one, and they have had bad experiences with the older conductors unwilling to budge from their routine – or so stiff in their movements that they’ve sucked all the energy out of the room.
De Kuiper is… different. He’s pulled Baptiste’s eyes the moment he started leading them and he’s had difficulties pulling them off of him since. Baptiste’s attention is captured. The last time he felt like this has been when he started playing the oboe.
The energy in the room is thick enough to make him feel like he could touch it if he only could take his fingers off of his instrument.
He’s waited for this weird… fascination to dissipate, but weeks and months start to bleed into each other, and Baptiste still sits to the side of the orchestra and stares at Siebren’s profile, mapping the jut of his hawkish nose and following the arcs of his lively hands swishing through the air.
Baptiste feels drawn tight. Tighter even when he realizes that the man is not only a genius, but kind. He goes around after every practice, clasping the hands of each and every member of the ensemble, encouraging them with a few words. Baptiste had been speechless the first time, hands twitching nervously in the big, warm palms, acutely aware of how rough his knuckles must be as he’s forgotten to use cream for a couple days now…
Something has to give. His obsession is crippling him. When he does not practice, mind going meditative and blank as he listens to the nasally dark tones of his instrument, he is lying on his bed, desperately fucking his slick fist, trying to shake this fixation.
Something has to give. Something has to give.
Something gives.
After their first concert under the new direction, Baptiste feels like he is in a fever dream. De Kuiper’s conducting has left him short of breath, heart racing, sweat pearling on his brow. The sight of the old man with his hair pulled back more cleanly than he usually does… in a gorgeous uniform showing off the sharp lines of his V figure…
It has given him the rest.
As everyone files away into the back, chattering as soon as they are behind the thick curtain, excited and elated that everything has gone completely according to plan, Baptiste swerves and takes a different route.
He is possessed by a devil, the music still thrumming through his limbs, put there by De Kuiper leading them all. Pushing them on; leading them into a frenzy as the piece crescendoed into a finally that had felt akin to orgasmic.
Baptiste is sporting an erection that has him limp, the black dress pants somewhat masking the obvious bulge down one leg.
He is panting by the time he is at De Kuiper’s room. His hand is shaking as he raps his knuckles urgently against the wood of the door. The finale of the music is still echoing in his head; before him are still the phantom pictures of De Kuiper, moving with the music, pushing them on, absorbing the energy and giving it back to them ten fold.
The door opens.
Siebren stands there, red dots of agitation high on his cheek bones. His pale eyes look a bit glassy – as frenzied as Baptiste feels.
His mouth opens, probably to question whatever it is that Baptiste wants of him now – yet before he can utter a single syllable, Baptiste is on him, kissing, hands cramped around the broad shoulders.
De Kuiper has lost his jacket and leaving him with the white shirt that was underneath, ruffles along the row of buttons. Baptiste thumbs the bow-tie around his neck. It occurs to him that De Kuiper actually bound it and didn’t simply use one with a hook. For some reason that makes him even hotter for the old man.
He pushes him inside gently, foot kicking the door closed. Siebren has been shocked stiff, his pale blue eyes wide in shock – but he is not pushing Baptiste away. Not for a good few seconds at least.
His mouth is open just enough for Baptiste to lightly try and lick inside, body hot and vibrating on the spot. He’s not entirely sure what he even wants to *do…
Siebren’s big, warm hands clasp his shoulders and push him back. Just a little. They’re both breathing deeply, chests heaving. Siebren licks his lips and Baptiste focuses on the little slip of tongue he can see.
“Mister… Mister Augustine-” Siebren gasps. The points of color have now spread into his gaunt cheeks. The color makes his eyes pop. Baptiste sways closer, lips tingling from the too short kiss.
“Baptiste… please,” he rasps, tongue slowly dragging over his bottom lip just to have a sensation and not go insane.
Siebren’s gaze drops to his mouth, staring at the slick motion of his tongue-
and Baptiste knows what to do.
Baptiste goes to his knees, Siebren’s sigh of “Baptiste…” shuddering through his body and ending in a tingle at the base of his spine.
“Please… please, just to take the edge off,” he begs, fingers nervously pushing at the cummerbund around De Kuiper’s trim waist. His fingers are shaking. It’s been a long time since he was this nervous. This… primed to get at someone’s cock. To feel it weighing down his tongue and drag against his lips until they tingle and feel swollen and everything goes nice and fuzzy at the edges.
Maybe Siebren has been hot for him too. Or their performance has excited him just as much as Baptiste has gotten excited by the frenzy that their conductor has pushed them into.
In any case… he does not keep Baptiste from getting at his cock.
Long, trembling fingers rub through Baptiste’s thick hair as he stares at the long cock in his hand. It is flushing beneath his gaze and thickening considerably.
He suckles the tip between his lips, eyes – as always – on Siebren’s face. It is flushed the same shade of pink as his cock. Their gazes meet, and it is like a shock for Baptiste’s system.
He slips deeper onto the cock, letting the swollen tip rub along his tongue.
He’s never fucked any of their other conductors. He’s never been as frenzied and infatuated with one… yet here he is, on his knees, slowly suckling more and more of Siebren’s cock into his mouth while admiring the sight of him biting his lips and trying his hardest not to make a compromising noise for the people walking past just outside the door.
Baptiste tilts his head back, hands gently grasping the tops of Siebren’s thighs to keep himself in position as he relaxes and lets the swollen tip pop into his throat. He swallows around it once, twice, then pulls back again, lips tingling like he had been hoping for; head starting to go deliciously empty.
Siebren is still staring at him. What he sees in his eyes lets him relax, heart skipping a beat before pumping even faster.
Siebren’s gaze tells him that this won’t be the last time he will get to have him and his music.
[orchestral hooting]
IF Mey Rin was (RIGHTFULLY!!) included in that band, what do you think she'd play?? I'm not good with instruments and band stuff but the piano was one of the instruments not included so that was the first on my mind but what do you think??
Hi, anon! Although I was always a chorus nerd, my understanding is that the piano can sometimes be included in symphonic pieces, but isn’t necessarily an integral part of the concert orchestra. Potentially, I see Mey Rin as playing in the woodwind section, specifically, as an oboist. According to this source, the instrument’s sound ranges from thick and melancholy in the lower register to bright and expressive in its mid range (the register in which many solos for oboe are performed). Mastery of the oboe requires considerable skill. It can be quite challenging to gain technical expertise in playing this instrument, and, since the reed must regularly be replaced (most professionals make their own reeds in order to ensure they can produce an optimal sound), the oboe is also high-maintenance. Thus, talent, dedication, and care are all required to become a successful oboist...traits that our accomplished sniper possesses in spades. 🎶
However, I’d love to hear from any band geeks out there if y’all have other thoughts!
istg people should talk more abt conductor bokuto
I don’t feel like drawing this morning so here’s uhh a preparatory sneak peek under the cut
Conductor!Héctor AU where he leads an orchestra to play his pieces stolen by Ernesto for the first time in the Land of the Dead.