Includes: enemies to lovers?— not really he falls in love pretty quick, first time kissing, stalking, admitting his feelings, he gets excited by the tiniest sight of skin, he’s delusional, gender neutral reader.
*I played violin for a couple of years, but my knowledge is a bit dusty and it’s been awhile 😬 And sorry for not posting! I’ve been busy with studying for the SAT! He is referred to as “your enemy” and this is purely fictional writing!*
Synopsis: He’s been on the top of his game for years. He’s known as the most talented violinist, and his ability to play has brought people to tears. All until you came along and threatened his legacy.
He was upset and furious that a nobody like you could win the spot of the first chair. You were now the center of attention, and not him. He wanted to break you down.
But… why did he find himself yearning for you?
He’s been practicing for years. He spent his whole life dedicating to the art of music. His fingers have been numb before, his wrist hurt, and he’s been staring at music sheets for so long— that everything looked like notes to him.
He’s been the first chair. He climbed his way to the top, he earned his reputation, and everyone admires him.
So, a little and measly talent like you shouldn’t have been in his spot. He had to audition for that seat—just like everyone else— but he knew that the directors loved him the moment he stepped on the stage.
He created masterpiece after masterpiece, and he’s a well sought out man.
He heard murmurs and whispers as he sat down behind you. He could feel everyone look at you with fascination, and admiration. He scowled and his grip on the neck of the violin was tight. He imagined ripping you out of the chair, or shoving his bow down your throat.
He had a steely gaze as you turned around to look at the person who had been glaring daggers at you. You smile at him, feeling a bit bad that you’re a newbie who took his usual position.
Why was his heart beating?
“Dont look at me.” The man scowled at you. His face slowly turning pink, and he looked away as you turned to face him again.
For the first time ever, he was distracted. As the show began he could hear his mistakes. He felt his hand shake, and he accidentally pressed down too hard on the string- causing an eerie squeaking noise. He looked up to see what you were doing and you are confident, each note of yours is perfect, and you were clearly the better choice. His eyes slowly widened as he became hypnotized by the way you moved, and the way your hand was so nimble.
“…fuck.” He was falling in love. That has never happened to him before. His body is filled with warmth, his heart fluttered, and he felt like he could float on the wave of happiness. For the first time ever— he felt alive.
The person next to him gently kicked at his chair, and he snapped out of it. He looked back at the sheet, and he realized he lost his place. His eyes and ears frantically tried to figure out where they were.
The show was a nightmare. He got chewed out for the very first time, and he hung his head low. He made multiple mistakes, made a mockery of the whole orchestra, and organization. He apologized to everyone, and he seethed at how people thought he was slipping.
You were the only one to approach him. Your enemy threw his jacket on, ready to leave, but he paused when he saw you.
“Hey… I’m sorry-“
He raised a hand to stop you. “It’s not your fault.” He said curtly, and he grabbed his instrument case. He brushed past you, and quickly made it out of the building. He had to stop and take a breather- leaning on the wall as he felt red cheeks. He always felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement when you came close to him.
That’s when the stalking began. I mean it was a total accident, and he didn’t mean to find your apartment… he just happened to know it was yours, because of the way the melodic sound came from the window. He was across the street, and he was able to see you sway, and play with such emotion. He stood there for what felt like years, and he started to film you.
He would rewatch them at night in his bed. A huge smile on his face as he was able to relive that moment. Before he knew it… he kissed the screen.
He came to practice early in the morning. Your enemy had to keep up a cool facade, and he ignored your little “hello” to him. He sat in his chair, feeling a bit bitter, but he knew it was well deserved. You’re a good violin player, and he was coming to terms with it. He sighed as he brought his instrument out of the case, he took out his tuner, and he started to tune his instrument. He fiddled with the fine tuners, and eventually adjusting the pegs when that didn’t work.
The whole entire time… he glanced at you. His heart swelled up as he saw you take off your jacket, and he gulped as he saw your shoulders.
Ohhh god.
He slightly groaned as his pants felt tighter.
He heard the peg creak, his fingers mindlessly kept turning and turning. He gasped as the string he was trying to tune snapped, he felt it hit his cheek, and out of surprise he dropped his violin.
He was so embarrassed as you helped him get an ice pack. You two were in the tiny hallway, an ice pack in your hand. Instead of handing it to him, you placed it on his cheek for him. You made him feel better, told a little joke about what happened and he let out a chuckle.
He saw you smile and step closer to him. Was this seriously happening? He immediately kissed you back as you pressed against him, one arm around your waist and the other on the back of your head. You tasted wonderful.
He started to moan out your name, your hand now down his pants, and he arched his back. His hands then gripped at the brick wall, his hips jerked with the movement, and he felt his orgasm coming pretty close.
He felt you pull down his pants and boxers, and you got down onto your knees, and your tongue stuck out to lick his length.
“God, I love you—“ He pants, his stomach tightening as his arousal grew.
“Hello?”
Hello?
His eyes came back to focus on your hand waving in his face. He gulped as he took a step back. You were confused as to what happened, you tried to speak to him, but it looked like he was lost in his thoughts. His face was flushed and he was murmuring incoherent things.
The man quickly snatched the ice pack and he panicked— his dick twitching— and he ran away from you.
Allure: It’s a pretty short fic, unedited, and i wrote this on my break 😭 yandere x zombie part three should be coming soon.
An epic collaboration between TwoSetViolin and the brilliant Maxim Vengerov! Also watch Brett Yang and Eddy Chen’s effective and thoughtful advice to young violinists.
The lesson here is that even if you start your dnd session at 8, you'll still end up stopping at 12. That's just- thats just a fact man. (I wonder what their classes and alignments are in dnd...)
And also, fam I don't even play the violin and MY self-esteem was CRUSHED. Fuck, there was a 7 year old there winning the fUCKING MENUHIN COMPETITION. AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING?! DISAPPOINTING MY ASIAN PARENTS. (All the four instruments in my house feel like they're glaring at me or something)
But fuck, i still gotta make five paragraphs for each (embodiment of ling ling) child. Lets get our confidence and self-esteem fucking WRECKED shall we?
So, Wieniawski Etude Caprice no.5. Fam, even with one deaf ear (dont worry about it ill probably be fine... probably) i can still hear how fucking clean and crisp it is. Brett and Eddy are me in the first seconds of this recording, but with less understanding. I can only imagine how fucking cRUNCHY it would sound if i fucking tried that eUGH. Eddy might be closer with his answer, but Brett got hit closer in the heart. And i know that even though this kid wasnt playing on like, a full size violin, i cOULDNT FUCKING TELL MAN. (Probably because i cant hear shit through my right ear) thats- tHATS HOW PRODIGY THIS KID WAS WTF
Okay, round 2. Ernst Last Rose of Summer. Dude, the second i heard the first few notes, my mind IMMEDIATELY went "did they find a better recording of Vengerov?" Because dUDE. DUUUUUUUDE. They would be proud of this actual literal fetus. I know i would be. Oh gOD, i can only imagine the hand cramps and the crunchiness and the skidding AHSJSBWKDYSNDJAK I am Brett. My reaction is Brett. I only knew the concepts of playing an instrument when I was 12 and this literal kid just- okay, ill go dig my grave nowwwwww. FUCK even Brett and Eddy were making their asian parents proud, wHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING. Ugh, its fine, i have a slight talent in writing and acting and the arts, its fine, i dont have to play an instrument its FIIIIIIIINE.
Paganini Caprice no.13. Seven years old. FUCKING SEVEN YEARS OLD. I HAVENT EVEN LISTENED TO ALL THE PAG CAPRICES AND IF YOU PLAYED THIS TO ME WITHOUT TELLING ME IT WAS A SEVEN YEAR OLD, I WOULD PROBABLY THINK THAT IT WAS A REALLY GOOD STUDIO RECORDING OR SOMETHING WHAT THE HELL. (if you cant tell by the all caps, i am currently loosing my mind. AND what little self-esteem i still have in me) I agree with Eddy. That accompanist is me. The page turner is me. Brett and Eddy staring at these children and their recordings is ME.
4th recording, Ysaye Sonata no.3 Ballade. Dude, when I saw the title and heard the music, my brain immediately went like "hilary, is that you?" Then they showed the kid and I was like "...this motherfucker doesnt even LOOK LIKE A KID." He looks fucking 20 and i- I-...Brett's lofi is just echoing through my brain right now.
5th and final recording, Hubay Carmen Fantasy. I can tell with their lack of commentary that their self-esteems have truly been decimated. Honestly, same. I just wanted to vibe to the music, man. This kid made these notes sing and I could just close my eyes and cry from the beauty of it. I just- kudos to you man. Kudos to these kids, they're all wonderful and great and we all look up to them as gods. Sigh. I want a sandwich after that kid fucking serenaded me with the music.
And finally, Bretts punishment. Sight reading the last piece, aka Hubay's Carmen Fantasy. For a first time sight reading, this is pretty good. I could probably point out all the mistakes and stuff he did wrong, (intonation problems, tempo, wHATEVER) i dont think i need to. Because our self-esteem has just evaporated. Like, pOOF. I'm just gonna enjoy and take solace in the fact that he tried.
Also, editor-san's little end card animation is just- it affected my heart in a good way. If ling ling potion heals your heart and Olaf heals your violin, then editor-san heals your heart. WE LOVE YOU EDITOR-SANNNNNNNN
For as long as I can remember, music has played a huge role in my home. Through an old record player (our only source of music), my dad would play his favorite classical records to which magically turned my sisters and I into twirling ballerina princesses. Along with that, every week my dad would make big red circles in the newspaper around all the free concerts he could find.
