#kjellvinz

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something something christmas market

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your gay wine uncles

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happy halloween

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Soup — 09/27/2022 Tonight, as we continue gearing up for halloween, i am think about cheesy sexy vampire art

Where Kjell is the sexy vampire and Vinzent is the swooning maiden with the heaving bosoms

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Luca (2021), Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alberto Scorfano/Original Male Character, Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Alberto Scorfano/Kjell Nilsson (Luca OC), Vinzent Grassl (oc)/Kjell Nilsson (oc) Characters: Alberto Scorfano, Kjell Nilsson (Luca OC), Vinzent Grassl Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Getting Together, OC gets a spin-off, POV Second Person, Rating will change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

You like the life you've built for yourself in Vienna, you've worked hard for it and you've got plenty to show for it: you're rising through the ranks at a respectable clip and with god as your witness if you don't take first chair in the Opera by the time you're forty it'll only be because you've graduated to the Philharmonic instead. Music is your life's work, and you love it, love the act of pulling art out of thin air, temporary and ephemeral. But it's still work, both the dedication to the craft and the endless social acrobatics of kissing the right ass at the right time to always stay one step ahead of your lazier, less devoted colleagues, and it wears on the bones. Vienna is great, but it's not Sweden at your mother's for Christmas and it's not Italy with Alberto in summer.

Maybe it could be, though, if you gave it a chance.

('God Only Knows' adjacent.)

sooooooo me and jo are doin a thing

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an assortment of kjell/vinz doodles. think I maaay have finally found vinzent. (who belongs to @jofngve of course)

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It just happens to be the busiest time of the year, when you’re still playing the current season’s program while secretly preparing for the next, and booking up as much of your free time as possible with a quartet side-gig to boot: you played two weddings, a funeral, and some insufferably rich teenager's birthday party this past week alone. Sometimes those wedding receptions run late into the night and sometimes those funerals start early; all things considered, six hours of sleep is a good night. And fine, okay, maybe you should spend your precious free nights catching up on sleep instead of drinking and dancing until the darkest hours of the morning and cruising for someone to take home, but it’s fine. It’s fine!

This is why coffee was invented.

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babies? babies.

Vinzent belongs to @jofngve

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“I wanted to ask where you got that wine you gave me. For my troubles. Or where you sell it.”

“Got it?” the guy asks, puzzled. “I made it.”

You pause, “Made it?”

The guy nods. “Yeah,” he points at the signage of the van, “I mean, that’s me.”

You squint at the lettering. It’s that terrible gothic font you can never read properly, the ornate letters paired with the foreign language an unfortunate combination. Gebrüder Grassl: Winzerei

Oh.

“You work for a winery?” you ask and when the man smiles and nods you do your best to decipher the small writing below, two names and an address. “So are you Johannes or… Andreas?”

The guy smiles broader. He shifts where he stands, seems to consider you. You see how his eyes flicker over you and you don’t bristle, not yet. You don’t think he’ll be able to tell you’re wearing a woman’s blouse, the cream coloured one with the ruffled front, and your pants aren’t as tight as they could be. You’re spared the next thought because there’s a hand in your personal space, a broad and open palm you’re supposed to shake.

You’re not impolite, so you do despite the fact that it is a bit startling. “Neither,” the guy explains, and he shakes your hand very adequately- doesn’t squeeze your fingers like you almost expected him to, “I’m Vinzent.”

"Vinzent?" you repeat because even though it might be dumb you still need to make sure this closet-shaped brute isn't messing with you.

The guy nods and lets go of your hand. Still faintly smiling.

"And you're a Winzer?" you clarify and now you see how he frowns.

"Yes. Well, not really," he specifies.

"What do you mean not really?"

He sort of shrugs and seems a bit shy, "I don’t have the qualifications. Officially. I would need to– go back and pass exams and everything."

You cannot follow this conversation, "Exams? And then what?"

"Then I’d be a Winzer."

He doesn’t hear the joke, Vinzent-vinzer. You find it faintly funny but you refrain from letting him know it. If this doesn’t qualify as a truly absurd exchange you don’t know what does.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jofngve!!! Thank you for rotating blorbos with me 👉👈

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40543791/chapters/103342794

(Rating increase to E)

 Meanwhile it’s easier still to reach out a hand to place it on his chest, slowly run it upward, to tug at the collar of his jacket.

 “I think,” you say, voice soft as you finally let the smile drop in favour of running your tongue across your lower lip, “We should work up an appetite first.”

 It works because it always does- because you see how Vinzent’s eyes go wide and dark, warm milk-chocolate to nearly black.

 “Um,” he starts, blinks very quickly and you notice his lashes, long and calf-like. “R-really? I mean, are you sure?”

 You almost laugh at the question. As if he would need to ask      you     of all people. You almost want to remind him of the fact that you had to do all the heavy lifting of luring him to your door-step.

 “Very sure,” you smile with eyes half-lidded instead, trailing your hand down to pick at his carefully tucked shirt. Now that you’re bodily standing in front of him it’s easier to compare how much wider he is than you– you could hide behind him like an old oak. Those thighs are thick as tree trunks in either way, bulky enough to make you want to get into that lap rather quickly. If he’s a tree, it’s hard to resist the urge to climb him like one.

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"Um," you find yourself saying, unexpectedly, as if in the moment you tried not to think, your mouth saw the opening your brain left and took it, "So, you...play the violin?"

Kjell raises a pale eyebrow, sugar-spoon poised over his cup.  Shoot, you should have asked how he was first, about his day, you probably sound like a maniac reading from flash cards, smalltalk for the terminally hopeless, and they've gotten out of order somehow- 

"It's a viola, actually."

"Oh." You thought you'd get this one thing right, at least, but it seems you can't stop embarrassing yourself. "Sorry-"

"Lucky for you it wasn't damaged in our little accident." He turns his attention to his coffee, takes a careful sip, and only when he's replaced the cup in his saucer does he regard you with a tight, dark smile that implies certain violence. "Or I might have thrown you into traffic myself. That's my livelihood, you know."

"Uhm," you say, hoping you sound appropriately cowed and not all like some sleepy, neglected thing low in your gut is stirring itself awake when he looks at you like that, fierce and dangerous, like he might actually bite. "Uh, yes."

Brilliant.

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93 posts created (74%)

33 posts reblogged (26%)

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I tagged 71 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#art tag - 33 posts

#oc kjell - 31 posts

#kjellvinz - 10 posts

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#oc haru - 6 posts

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Longest Tag: 117 characters

#cursed to live with this blonde-haired blue-eyed twink because he was designed to stand out in a specific environment

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#3

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