Classical-music Stories

A boy , a boy with an exceptional beauty , charisma and personality that leaves everyone falling for him . Unbeknownst to him , his beauty is the one that traps him in a filthy world where everyone is lusting over him . He was selled away to a woman , making him a Tawaif . His beautiful pale ankles are adored with Ghughroo which is more like a chain to him . This is his story of revenge , hatred and love . Does he ever finds solace and peace in his life ?

Brett and Eddy are best friends and the two souls behind Twoset Violin! But little by little, things start to change... There goes another fanfic of mine because these two are just too damn inspiring. We'll see where it takes us, I guess^^. Since I really struggled with three uploads a week recently, I'm gonna change my upload schedule to twice a week because life's just so incredibly busy :'). I'll try to upload on Tuesdays and Fridays around noon CET and if I suddenly happen to have more time, I'll let you know. Thanks for reading and every star and comment! Also, not an English native speaker here, so there might be errors here and there and I'm always glad for your feedback. And with all that said, happy reading!

𝑆ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠... 27-year-old ex-violinist Yunagi Reiya lives a quiet and simple life as a foreign service officer and part-time barista, aimless in her contentment until the day her one and only best friend, Tachibana Hinata, dies in an accident. Reiya never would've guessed that the tragedy would lead her to find, and be found once again, by the man she would soon fall head over heels in love with, but fate tears them apart when she learns who he actually was. Reiya is killed but finds herself teleported 12 years into the past, back before she lost everything. With this second chance, with the knowledge she gained from her previous life, Reiya vows to change the future in the name of love. What could possibly go wrong in her pursuit for such a pure and powerful thing? ⌊𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬-𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐓 & 𝐀𝐎𝟑⌉

They met by accident in the chaos of a railway station-one fleeting glance, one spark, and a memory that refused to fade. What began as playful arguments and quiet conversations soon grew into a friendship stitched together by laughter, stolen glances, and a love that neither of them had planned. Music became their language, silence their comfort, and every moment spent together felt like a secret world built just for them. But love, as they would soon discover, is never simple. Just as their hearts began to beat in harmony, shadows from the past rose between them-deep-seated family conflicts, unspoken secrets, and a truth neither of them could ignore. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, every smile carried the weight of questions unanswered. Caught between a painful past and an uncertain future, they must choose: to walk away, as everyone expects... or to fight for a love that refuses to fade, even when the world seems determined to tear them apart. Because sometimes, ANURAAG is not just love- it is the courage to fight, the longing that survives every heartbreak, and the quiet hope that what is meant to be, will find a way. ~~~~~~~~~ "You and me against the world, Chandni?" he whispered, his trembling hands cupping my face, his eyes locking onto mine like I was the only thing that mattered. "As always, Mr. Obhodro," I breathed, a soft smile curving on my lips as my heart settled into the warmth of the most precious presence in my life. --- • Tropes • ~Old-school love ~He fell first... and harder ~Family conflicts. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ || सारी दुनिया से जीत के मैं आया हूँ इधर तेरे आगे ही मैं हारा किया तूने क्या असर मैं दिल का राज़ कहता हूँ की जब जब सांसें लेता हूँ तेरा ही नाम लेता ह

Two brothers. One piano. Two very different journeys. Aden has always loved music. But growing up beside Freddie-a younger prodigy whose fingers seem to understand the piano better than words-leaves Aden wondering if there will ever be a place for him in the world he dreams of joining. While Freddie's talent shines effortlessly, Aden fights for every note, carrying the weight of comparison, family expectations, and a question that refuses to disappear: Is talent something you are born with... or something you earn through passion and perseverance? From the quiet afternoons beneath the banyan tree in India to the dazzling streets of Paris, Aden's journey is filled with friendship, heartbreak, love, loss, and the search for belonging. But as dreams begin to come true, Aden discovers that success comes with its own battles. Because becoming a great musician is not just about mastering the piano. It is about finding the courage to discover who you truly are.

Lyra Sberna dropped out of university three years ago to pursue her dreams as a musician at the Cadenza Conservatory to become the second-best pianist her city has ever known, as the first place was already taken by her ruthless instructor, and friend, Edgar Fichero. At the beginning of autumn, after classes were over, Lyra stays inside a practice room to continue rehearsing for the upcoming Recital. Halfway through she overhears a violinist playing her favorite piece: Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso, and impulsively duets him, playing her part as present as she could in the hopes of him hearing her. Amazed by his skills and his way of approaching music, Lyra is determined to find who is the man behind the instrument and will investigate every nook and cranny to get a face and name for her Sir Capriccioso. However, when the truth is revealed, she is met by more questions as to why this man hid his talent and yearns to know more about him.

Thoughts turned into short essays

A suite in progress. Some movements are written in certainty and others are written in the middle of the storm. This is not a story with a plot, nor a memoir looking back with crystal clarity. It is a collection of movements composed in intense yet complex feelings at the moment, each preserving a season exactly as it was lived. A prelude of identity, a scherzo of pressure, a fugue of unraveling, a lament of unanswered prayers, and whatever comes next, hence modulations... Written without the privilege of hindsight, these pages explore ambition, faith, grief, perfectionism, music, family, financial hardship, and the quiet fear of becoming someone you no longer recognise. Each movement remains a snapshot, a timestamp of a mind trying to make sense of itself while life continues to modulate around it. Perhaps there will one day be a final movement. Until then, the suite remains unfinished. P.S Look out for the stylistic contrasts between the different movements, some are more poetic and prose-like, whereas some are lyrical or perhaps descriptive.

Eren Jaeger is a senior in highschool. Alongside track and photography, music is one of his main hobbies. He's been playing guitar since he was little, and he even plays in a band with his friends. These past few months though, Eren has been feeling really burnt out; nothing seems to inspire him anymore. One day, however, while attending his sister's violin concert, Eren hears the incredible piano performance of Armin Arlert and is nearly moved to tears. Inexplicably intrigued by the performance, Eren finds out that blond prodigy is only seventeen like him, despite his skill level being well-past that of a seasoned professional. And what's more, it turns out that the mysterious Armin Arlert... goes to Eren's own school! Will the two young musicians, both trained in very different areas, end up crossing paths again? Will they become friends and perhaps... something more? ~~~ Welcome to my mildly-'given'-inspired Eremin fanfic! I'm a classical (and rock) music nerd so I was bound to write something like this at some point lmao. Idk how long this fic is gonna be, but im just gonna write it and see where the story takes me! Hopefully it's good and I definitely won't abandon it... 👀 (I'm REALLy gonna try not to this time T-T) Anyways hope you like the fanfic guysssss

A love Story between a Musician and Poet.

Victor always had a brilliant career as a police officer. He solved impossible cases and quickly became known for his talents. Until recently. His father, sharing the same job as him, died while chasing a serial killer. Disgusted from his work ever since, he did his best to avoid it for as long as possible. But once he returned to his office, a report concerning the new serial killer in town, known as Bloody Mary, awaited him on his desk. Too curious, he takes on the case. On his path to solving this promised last mystery, he meets Mikah, a delicate dancer with a soothing temperament and willing to help him. Together, they will work day and night to find the perpetrator of these ongoing crimes. Between a growing passion, a heated behaviour and a shared love for classical music, their unexpected relationship grows, enveloped still in mystery. In the end, only one will have a story to tell through music and dance.

This story is about a creature that hunts children soul for a living. This story is about it getting revenge on a man that has wronged him. (this is my first story so don't roast me too hard)(this is based on Franz Schubert's and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Erlkönig) (mind my old english most of them are google translated)

Picking up the piano after such a long time has its own certain nostalgia. But what's really happening?

Henryk Scholl is a brilliant Court Composer as well as an Ideal love interest for the Duke of Germany, all is well until a female Composer steals his spotlight causing all eyes to turn from him but what does this mean for poor Henryk? *Contains mature content..*

This is a collection of my poems written in the style of classical poems of the 90's.

━━━ 𝙄𝙈𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘍𝘌𝘊𝘛𝙄𝙊𝙉 in which a boy who was too curious for his own good wondered into a necromancer's home just to come out a dead man who was cursed to wonder the earth. lee min-hyuk x male! oc 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 03/29/2024 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: TBD ©pufferlover

just sending out all my cc homeschool essays to the world, cause there's not really any out there right now!

The story of how a composer goes forward in time after death and create a new legacy

This is a short little piece I wrote about a year ago and kind of forgot about. In this, there are no names, so if you like, imagine whomever you'd like while reading. I hope you enjoy it.