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#PURPLE LILACS !

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ace trappola x fem!reader smau

! warning(s) : soft angst if u squint, fluff, sorry ive been gone for so long uni kicked me to the curb i lost my will to live BUT IM BACK FROM WAR KUNIKAME NATION !!!

! w/c : 796

it was a couple of weeks later, during another one of the first year hangouts, that it first happened.

you’ve been steadily getting closer with ace, and despite the initial… rocky start to your friendship, you found you had a bunch of things in common. once you’ve learned to see through the veils of your anger, it was actually quite easy to learn to like the ginger (even though he was terribly annoying at times). thanks to that improvement, you’ve gotten a tad closer with your other companions as well, and so have they, bit by bit, learned to like ace the tiniest bit more. hangouts happened more frequently and flowed way easier – ramshackle had steadily grown into more of a ‘home’ than the word itself could describe.

on occasions like these, you sometimes get flashes of the past that blur too easily with the present. it‘s too easy to imagine deuce in a bike related conversation with your dad, taking up the greater portion of the couch in your house, sebek and jack playing cards on the floor and epel scrolling on his phone, while you and ace chat with your mom in the kitchen over running water and the clatter of dishes. ace would say one of his stupid jokes and your mom would start laughing because her humour had always been easy to cater to, and you just know she would have absolutely adored him – them – were she ever to be given the chance to meet them.

whenever these images flashed in your mind, they were soon accompanied by the weight of an arm around your shoulders, which if you were to follow to the source would unmistakably lead to a mop of ginger hair, and if you looked, really looked – because if ace trappola is anything, he’s a master of deceit – a flash of concern in the crease of his brows, unnoticed if one didn’t study his face close and often enough.

the first time it happened, you shrugged the confusion off and pinned it to ace simply being ace; the realization that the images in your mind could never be real left you impossibly cold, and aces arm was warm, so you allowed it to stay. just this once.

but then it happened again. and again. and again and again and again.

an arm slung over your shoulders, a brush of the knees, a hand covering yours, then a link of pinkies – a silent promise to comfort.

“hey, i’ve been meaning to ask, why do you do this?”

he turns to face you, lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth, “do what?”

you raise your pinky-twined hands to face level and nudge your head towards them, as if to make a point, and he lets out a thoughtful hum somewhere in the back of his throat. as he stares at your hands, he furrows his brows in the same barely noticeable way again, as if he himself was unsure, looking for an answer, an explanation.

“you make this.. face, sometimes,” he starts, hesitant in his words, “like you’re carrying the weight of 2 worlds on your shoulders, one you live in, and one you wish you did. it wasn’t all that hard to, kinda, get a rough idea of what that meant. whenever i tried to get you out of the trance with food or words, it didn’t work, so i figured if you felt a real weight instead of an imaginary one, it would.. help?”

there’s a small moment between the end of his speech and you taking it in, where he looks at you, not like a burden, or an annoyance – more like a magic trick he’s trying to figure out, seeking answers you yourself don’t have and solutions you can’t give, because there is not one thought in your head other than a bright, flashing, neon “oh”.

“it does,” you smile at him and it’s like the first flowers of spring have just bloomed, “thank you, ace. for being the only weight on my shoulders that matters.”

there’s a short pause, like kindness wasn’t the response he was expecting, until he removes the lollipop from his mouth with his free hand and shoots you a wink, “anytime, [name]”

the world might have stopped spinning for you when the reality of your situation sank in, but with the arrival of spring, you���ve noticed the sun still rose and fell every day, so perhaps it wasn’t the world that stopped spinning, but you.

as you sat there, pinkies intertwined with the ginger next to you, you felt your head slowly lean to the right, taking up its new place on his shoulder.

and as the sun set and the world spun, you felt yourself slowly returning to orbit with it once more.

## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone. ❞

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[kunikame]

WE ARW SO BACK schools over im so excuted to write again. (im burnt out and unmotivated)

if u missed it previously i have made the piloting service carrd its in my pinned pls commission me i need money

[kunikame]

SERIES MASTERLIST:

CHAPTER ONE ☆ CHAPTER TWO ☆ CHAPTER THREE ☆ CHAPTER FOUR ☆ CHAPTER FIVE ☆ CHAPTER SIX ☆ CHAPTER SEVEN ☆

SERIES INFO BELOW THE CUT ☆

SUMMARY: You’re a world class ballerina devoted to your craft, dancing for The Birmingham Royal Ballet. The community cherishes you as if you’re their saving grace, capable of reviving the beauty that comes with ballet as a whole. What the people don’t realize is you’re quite the cold and cruel woman.

You and Oscar Piastri happen to be in the same place at the same time. Your studio is touring Swan Lake with you as the lead, and the last location on the list is Melbourne. Simultaneously, the Formula One season is starting up, putting you and Oscar in the exact same area.

After getting stuck in an elevator with the guy, you expected to never see him again. However, it turns out the lovely Lily Zneimer is a big fan of your work, and drags him along to the closing night performance. He won’t admit it, but Oscar finds himself charmed by your brutality. He also feels guilty for falling in love with his girlfriend’s idol.

WARNINGS: This series will deal with mature topics, such as body issues, trauma, sexual themes, and so on. You have been warned!

Any one of any shape, size, height, skin color, race, etc. is welcome to read. Photos used for the reader will be of random people on Pinterest and do not truly define/represent who the reader is.

PAIRING: Oscar Piastri x Ballerina!Reader

[kunikame]

Operation: Cupid ✩ Oscar Piastri

Characters: Oscar Piastri x fem! reader, Lando Norris x fem! reader (platonic)

Summary: Lando playing matchmaker and trying to get his two best friends together in the most desperate and dramatic ways that only he could pull off. Oscar just being done with his friends antics and reader who just plays along.

1,750words

Warnings: brief indications showing reader is in the medical field.

Yours Truly: so tell me why I didn't notice until today that I accidentally posted this story unfinished. I woke up to notifications confused. So instead of deleting I'll finish it after my work shift. So full story will be completed by 5pm. Thank you to those who've already liked 🤍

Lando Norris has two goals in life at the moment: win the drivers championship and to get his two best together. Ever since Lando introduced them he could see that they were just perfect for each other.

Oscar Piastri, his teammate, was a brilliant driver, no doubt. Fast and focused, but also painfully oblivious. And Y/N, his best friend since diapers, intelligent, down to earth, and wit sharper than the Monaco hairpin.

And they were both, individually, one of Lando's closest friends. The problem? They were perfect for each other. An undeniable chemistry brewing between them whenever they were in the same room, a series of shared glances, jokes, and banter that Lando quickly noticed.

They always admired each other from afar, never too close, afraid to pass an imaginary line. The pieces were right there. They just needed a little.nudge. A nudge that came in the form of Lando Norris. He calls it Operation: Cupid.

Lando has tried everything, and I truly mean everything.

First, Lando "accidentally" double booked the same fancy restaurant for dinner with both Oscar and Y/N on the dam night. He acted surprised when they both showed up and suggested that they all just have dinner instead. He bribed the waiter to give them the romantic corner table with candles and the best view. He pictured romantic glances, whispered conversations, maybe even a shared plate of pasta. In reality, dinner was spent locked in a heated debate about the best types of pizza dough. Both parties failed to notice the work Lando put into the evening. Strike one.

Then Lando tried "forced proximity." On a road trip, he "arranged" for Oscar and Y/N to ride in the same rental car. He expected shared bags of snacks, giggling over inside jokes, and singing along to karaoke, but yet again his hopes were just way too high. Oscar, the ever responsible one, meticulously mapped out a safe route, and Y/N spent the travel catching up on sleep with her her head conveniently (and infuriating so) rested on the window, and not Oscar's shoulder. Lando wanted to pull his hair out. Strike two.

The next attempt Lando came up with was a "team bonding" exercise. He convinced half the paddock (who were unwillingly dragged into this) plus her to go out for a weekend of... paintball. Yes, that's right people paintball. Again, Lando was expecting cutesy couple-ly stuff like them working together taking people down, having each others backs, and celebrating together when they won. Yet again he was wrong. Instead, Y/N with terrifying accuracy, had accidentally shot Oscar in the… well, let's just say it was a sensitive area. Oscar, in retaliation, had unleashed a wave of paintballs upon Y/N with the intensity of a warrior. Honestly Lando should've seen it coming knowing how competitive they both get. By the end of the weekend, both were covered in bruises and barely speaking to each other. This was strike three.

Lando was really desperate now. He truly did try everything. This next idea in his head would have to be the best performance of life. He swears this will work in the name of love.

Lando calls this plan "The Sidewalk Serenade."

The midday sun beat down on the Monaco sidewalk with relentless intensity. Lando Norris, professional racing driver and amateur Cupid, lay dramatically on the pavement limbs sprawled out, feigning unconsciousness with a dedication usually reserved for battling Max Verstappen for the lead on the final laps of a race.

"Ugh...the.the heat..t.o.o..much." he groaned, theatrically flailing his arms. He'd practiced this fall in his head for three days, meticulously calculating the right angle without actually cracking his skull.

A part of him, the small, rational part that hadn't been completely taken over by his determination that Oscar and Y/N were destined for each other, screamed that this was utterly ridiculous. He, Lando Norris, Formula 1 superstar, was pretending to faint on a public sidewalk. But the larger, more persistent part of him, the part fueled by the power of friendship, and a alarming amount of caffeine was completely unashamed. This was "Operation: Cupid," and damn it, he was going so see this through.

Across the street, Oscar Piastri stood frozen in a mixture of disbelief and extremel embarrassment. He'd been on his way to grab a quick lunch when he'd spotted Lando's..performance. His jaw hung, baffled.

"Lando?" he called out, his voice laced with exasperation and genuine concern. "What in the actual hell are you doing?"

Lando, maintaining his commitment to the charade, continued to groan. "Help...me... see...lights.."

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. He considered turning around and pretending he hadn't seen anything. He really did. But the thought of Lando genuinely collapsing from heatstroke, however unwillingly, forced him forward and right into his friends trap.

As Oscar approached, he noticed a figure hurrying towards them from the opposite direction. It was Y/N. And the other half of Lando's audacious matchmaking scheme.

Y/N's brows were furrowed with concern. "What's going on here? Lando! Are you alright?" she asked, kneeling beside him and immediately checking his pulse.

He..he just collapsed," Oscar stammered, slightly reeling back awkwardly suddenly very, very aware of Y/N's proximity. "I don't know what happened."

Lando, internally delighted from the success of his elaborate plan, suppressed a grin and managed a weak, "|..I think I need.. a doctor.

Y/N skillfully assessed him. "His pulse is elevated, but regular. He's breathing normally. Lando, can you hear me? Open your eyes."

Lando fluttered his eyelids open, feigning disorientation reaching for her face. "Y/N? Is that..is that you? Am..I..dead?" 'Oh god,' Oscar thinks.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "You're not dead, you drama queen. But you are being incredibly troublesome. Oscar, can you help me get him to his feet? He probably just overheated."

Together, Oscar and Y/N helped Lando stand. As he leaned on them, Lando subtly moved, making sure that Oscar and Y/N were practicallv shoulder-to-shoulder. He even managed to "accidentally" bumped their hands a couple of times.

"Maybe we should get you some water," Oscar suggested, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"And maybe we should check your blood sugar," Y/N added, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Unless you've been pulling one of your famous stunts, Lando."

Lando chuckled weakly. "Stunts? Me? Never. He then launched into a completely fabricated story about skipping breakfast and pushing himself too hard at the gym (mind you he hadn't even gone to the gym that day), throwing in a few dramatic pauses for effect.

As they walked towards a nearby café, Lando, hanging heavily between his two unsuspecting targets, felt a surge of victory. Now, all he had to do was fan the flames.

Lando, now miraculously recovered from his "heatstroke," was rambling about a near-miss on the track, but his eyes kept darting between Oscar and Y/N, gauging their reactions.

Oscar, still slightly flustered by the events of the past hour, found himself aware of her. He noticed the way her brow furrowed slightly as she listened to Lando's story, the subtle curve of her lips when she smiled, and the way her eyes sparkled. He had always found her attractive, but today, something felt different.

Y/N, for the most part, was trying her best to ignore Lando's antics and focus on Oscar. She'd always admired his quiet presence and his dedication to his craft. He was clearly embarrassed by Lando's behavior, but he handled it with a grace and good humor that she found endearing. Plus, she had to admit, he looked incredibly good in the afternoon sun, his normally meticulous hair slightly ruffled from their impromptu rescue mission from having to physically lift Lando from the pavement.

As Lando's story finished, he paused dramatically, expecting a reaction from Oscar and Y/N, who were lost in their own little bubble, their eyes locked in a moment of unspoken connection.

Lando cleared his throat loudly. "So..what do you guys think? Pretty crazy, right?"

Oscar and Y/N blinked, startled back to reality.

"Uh, yeah, crazy," Oscar mumbled, his cheeks flushing again.

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Definitely..intense."

Lando grinned, sensing an opening. "Well, I'm starving. How about we grab some dinner later? My treat."

Oscar hesitated, glancing at Y/N. "Actually, I was planning on just ordering in tonight. Big day of practice tomorrow."

Y/N chimed in, "I was going to catch up on some reading, but dinner sounds nice. Unless you're too tired, Oscar?"

Oscar's face lit up like a damn Christmas tree, completely disregarding what he said before. "Not at all! Dinner sounds great. Just the three of us?"

Lando, trying to suppress a smirk, feigned disappointment. "Oh, you know, I actually have a thing. Important..racing..stuff. You two should totally go without me." He winked.

Oscar and Y/N exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Are you sure, Lando?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with amusement.

'Absolutely! Definitely! You guys have fun. I'll catch you later, Lando said, practically shoving them out of the café.

With no choice, they both walked away together and immediately burst out laughing once they were at least a block away.

He's unbelievable," Oscar said, shaking his head. "I can't believe he actually faked a fainting spell."

"He's a terrible actor," Y/N agreed, "but I have to admit, it was kind of...sweet."

"Sweet?" Oscar raised an eyebrow.

"Well, misguidedly sweet in his own Lando way,' Y/N corrected. "He obviously wants us to get together. He's been trying really hard."

"And do you?" Oscar asked, his voice suddenly serious.

Y/N stopped walking and turned to face him. "Do I what?"

Do you want to get together? With me?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, Oscar. Without Lando's....interference."

"Me neither," Oscar said, his smile mirroring hers. "How about we ditch the restaurant and just grab some pizza? My place, Netflix, no fainting allowed."

"Sounds perfect," Y/N said, her heart skipping a beat.

Lando, watching from across the street, pumped his fist in the air. Operation: Cupid was a success! He might have been a bit over the top, a bit ridiculous, and maybe a little bit manipulative, but he had brought two amazing people together. And that, he decided, was worth any amount of embarrassment.

A few months later, Oscar and Y/N were happily dating, Lando had calmed down with the constant matchmaking attempts. They were thankful for the nudges that brought them together. After all, sometimes the most unexpected connections come from the most ridiculous schemes.

As for Lando, he was already plotting his next matchmaking adventure. There were plenty more lonely hearts in the paddock, and he was determined to find them their perfect match.

After all, what were friends for?

[kunikame]

hey guys! i have officially made the website for the piloting service!

please dont hesitate to hire me and to pass the account to your other struggling genshin players :p

[kunikame]

hey guys! i have officially made the website for the piloting service!

please dont hesitate to hire me and to pass the account to your other struggling genshin players :p

[kunikame]

fanart i made

[kunikame]

hey guys im seriously considering starting a genshin piloting service - ive thought about before but never actually went through with it, but now its like a prominent thought i have so i might actually do it. i still have to work up the terms & conditions and the pricing list but yeah

would any of you be interested in the services? i could do any server & anything you might need at all ^_^

[kunikame]

Hide n’ Seek

Synopsis: it’s the night before your wedding, and you and your husband-to-be crave some alone time together

content: Malleus x fiancé(e)!reader, no specific pronouns used but reader is referred to as a bride

w/c: 1.1k

You try and fail to stifle your giggles as you round the corridor and rush down the next hall of black walls and pillar-like columns. The soles of your flats clap against the marble floors, a barely audible pat, pat, pat.

The tule of your white gown billows around you like pearlescent waves. When you nearly trip, you hike up the material in your arms, trying not to giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Running down a flight of stairs, you finally stop and lean against the nearest wall. You try to catch your breath and steady your erratic heartbeat.

Once you’ve gathered yourself, you tentatively look around the corner. The corridor is clear. Good. No one was around, probably still too preoccupied in the ballroom to notice your absence. So you just had to-

“Enjoying our little game, dear?”

You let out a shriek of surprise, nearly jumping out of your skin as you whirled around to face the person who snuck up on you.

“Malleus, oh sevens! You scared me. I thought you were Sebek or Lilia!”

Your husband-to-be smiled. He was all dressed up in his pre-wedding ensemble, a dashing white and black suit jacket and black pants that had additional silver and black detailing tailored throughout. His lapel was the only hint of color, a vibrant chartreuse green. A perfect mix of fae and human marital customs.

“I believed you would hide better,” Malleus mused, crossing his arms in thought. “When you suggested the game, I did not think you would make it so easy for me to find you.”

“I wasn’t hiding from you, Mal,” you say with a laugh. You reach up to brush his bangs out of his face. The draconic scales on his forehead are cool to the touch. Malleus closes his eyes, unconsciously leaning into you. He exhales a sigh of content, frowning when you pull away too soon for his liking. “We’re avoiding our retainers for a few hours. I take it the others didn’t see you leave?”

“No,” Malleus replied with a tilt of the head. “I made sure not to make my absence noticeable. But I still am not quite understanding this premarital human tradition?”

The days leading up to your wedding had been…overwhelming to say the least. Fae had many customs to their marriages, which you were no doubt happy to take part of, but there was only so much dress fitting, dance lessons, meetings with other members of the court, and formal dinners you could take. It was exhausting.

Malleus had his own set of expectations as the groom and future king that you both were separated for majority of the week. Tonight was the night of the premarital ball to celebrate the union of your marriage before the actual wedding ceremony the following day. A pre-party per say. It would be the only event open to the public, so the staff were in a bit of a frenzy finalizing the details.

You couldn’t give less of a damn about the flowers or tablecloths at this point and just wanted five minutes alone with your fiancé. Preferably without people nitpicking your hair or commenting on your posture. So, you had a brilliant idea: run away.

“It’s not really so much as a tradition as I need a break from all the gawking and fussing…” you sheepishly say. Malleus tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “I figured if we treated it like a game from my home, then maybe they’ll be less mad. At least Lilia I hope.”

“I see. I apologize that this has been an overwhelming experience for you,” Malleus said, a small frown forming on his face. “I know my grandmother in particular has been…exceptionally demanding. Do know that our time away was as equally excruciating for me, and if it were up to me, I’d never have left your side the moment we arrived in Briar Valley.”

Malleus kisses the back of your knuckles. Despite the silk gloves you wore, you could feel the warmth and tenderness of his lips. The engagement ring, a black band with a green gemstone, glints on your finger. Heat creeps up your neck and on to your cheeks. His gaze flickers up to your eyes, his expression softening as you were the only thing he focused on.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Malleus asked. He cups your cheek, careful not to smudge the makeup the maids spend hours working on (he didn’t need to add another reason to be yelled at). It only enhanced your already natural allure.

“You know, where I’m from, it’s generally considered bad luck to see the bride before the wedding,” you tease, wrapping your arms around Malleus’s neck. Your touch is ticklish as you run your fingers through his neat hair, tussling it just a bit from its slicked back style. He pouts playfully.

“Haven’t I been punished enough by not being able to bask in your presence? Am I not allowed to appreciate your beauty now? I mean no disrespect, but I am not a fan of these wedding traditions.”

Laughing, you pull him close. “You really know how to make a bride swoon. I'm just messing with you, Mal. Now, enough with the poetic words and kiss me.”

Malleus pins you against the wall, kissing you tenderly with all the longing passion built up from being separated for so long. You sigh into the kiss, fisting his hair tightly. Then, a gasp, when he teasingly bites your bottom lip.

Groaning against your mouth, Malleus tried to savor the taste of your lips. The smell of your perfume tickles his nose. His heart swelled, pounding in his ears, so full of adoration. His thoughts were consumed with you and you alone.

Pulling you closer, Malleus deepened the kiss. He traced a hand down your shoulders and over your waist, mapping the shape of you and noting how perfectly you fit against him. When you shivered, the faintest grin graced his lips.

How he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. To wake up next to you. To one day rule Briar Valley next to you. To spend every waking moment worshipping you and showering you with endless affection.

You had his entire heart, and you were his entire world.

Ah.

So this was love, Malleus realized.

This was what it was like to feel mortal.

“YOUNG MASTER!”

You freeze. Annoyed, Malleus cursed under his breath. Down the hall, you could just make out the figures of two people dressed in black suits reserved for the groomsmen: Sebek and Silver.

“A shame. My love, it seems like we’ve been discovered,” Malleus mused, a rare, playful smile spreading across his face. “But, I would be open to a few extra minutes of your company.” He holds out a gloved hand. You giggle as you take it.

“Let’s see how long we can evade them before they send Lilia or your grandmother.”

“Then we shall have to be quick with our escape.”

[kunikame]

↳ santa tell me

character: vil schoenheit

synopsis: christmas isn't christmas without him and no amount of pleading can make him come home faster.

a/n: listen i wanted to do this for christmas and i had the worst writer's block so i'm slowly getting back to it </3 i've been focusing on the solverse okay

the snowflakes falling outside of the door felt like they were taunting you. every pitter patter, every whisper of the icy crystals, reminded you further of how far your own shining light was.

vil's job was more than fruitful, the people saying the same stupid phrase over and over again as if it was supposed to be some method of comfort. booked and blessed. how ridiculous. no, that was cruel to even think about. vil had worked so hard to become an actor that was reliable and able to obtain various opportunities. he even got the lead role as the hero of a movie.

but he had promised that he would return for christmas. after last year where you were alone for christmas, he told you that he'd go to you no matter how far away he was. you told him it was okay, that he needed his career more than he needed you.

selflessness came at the cost of your own exuberance.

while you decorated the christmas tree in the corner, setting up the red carpet beneath the glistening pine needles, your phone went off. the screen showed a picture of you and vil after you had gone on a date, deciding to take pictures in a photobooth. you still had the strip of pictures on your desk.

sliding the green button, you answered his call. "hey vil, how's work?"

"hi, my love. everything is okay, we are taking a five." vil had told himself that he was going to call you as often as he could and time was running out on his promise. already the first week of december, if he didn't wrap it all up soon, he could be at risk of leaving you alone for christmas, the exact thing he refused to do. "i've sent you a small package of ornaments that i thought you would like. they should be at your door."

you walked over and opened the door to find a small white box. carrying it to the table and using a boxcutter, inside were the special edition ornaments of your favorite collectibles. "how did you find these?! they were sold out everywhere!"

vil nodded, even though he knew you couldn't see him. "i had to call a friend of a friend. he claimed that he had his own stash for those people that he cared for. originally, he was going to give it to my connection, but he said i could have it."

it was like vil was there with you, or at least his thoughts were there with you.

he also had an uncanny way of knowing what you were thinking.

"i'll be there for christmas. i promise." his voice, melodic and soothing, made a sense of calm wash over you, making you believe that he was right. he would be home, he wouldn't leave you alone this year like you were the previous year.

"okay," you said delicately, "i'll hold you to it."

"my five minutes are up. i'll call you when i get on my next break."

and so it went, the days passing by with a certain schedule: waiting until vil's next call and the intervals, yet also checking the calendar to imagine what would happen that christmas day. you had your own traditions that mixed in with his.

christmas eve came and while you were deciding between take out or scrounging around for something that could potentially fill your stomach, there was a knock at the door. your hopes that he would be home lifted as quickly as fireworks did. but it sizzled out when you saw it was a takeout bag. takeout bag?

the sticker said that it was for vil, so it must have been for you as a christmas meal. then it all clicked into place.

vil wasn't coming home.

there was a deep feeling of rage, except that it seemed to be more disappointment and sadness. an actor's life was solely for the screen and never anything more.

meanwhile, vil was being driven not to his own house but to yours. he had paid his driver extra if he could get there immediately. the traffic seemed to have another idea for him and that was not to make it. vil refused to break his promise. it was one thing to be late, it was another to not arrive at the set time. no, like all movie sets, to be on time was to be late. to be late was to be dead or fired.

finally, your place of residence was in his sightlines and he could feel that joy rising up within him that he rarely externalized. he thanked the driver and went up to the door, knocking twice in the way that he knew you would recognize.

"if this is another prank, i will never forgive him--" your voice muttered from inside, clearly loaded with restrained fury.

when was the last time he saw you? it doesn't matter, it had been too long. vil could write you galaxies of ink, and the quantity would never suffice. the planets would much sooner become supernovas than he would fall out of love with you. every single inch of you was nothing less than flawless to him.

"i'm sorry i'm late."

the silence was as thick as the snow piled up behind him. he paused and whispered, "i know. i should've--"

all of that was tossed to the wind as you wrapped your arms around him. rarely did he let you squeeze him into your embrace, but today he welcomed it, cherished it, he craved it after months without you.

you looked up at him and smiled, "it's okay. i knew you were going to come home."

he let out a playful scoff. "considering what you said after i knocked, i know you had your doubts. i do not blame you for one second." the tiniest of smiles appeared on his lips. "shall we?"

then he looked up after seeing your expectant look. mistletoe. "ah, a little surprise. very well, then." he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

you raised an eyebrow. "i don't remember that being the tradition."

"don't worry. i will make up for it."

"i missed you."

"i missed you more."

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Comenius University Botanical Garden, Bratislava

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my tiktom for some reason has been showing me kiss cam videos all the time, and i just thought about how cute it would be to have a kiss cam in NRC, so i came here to make a request of kiss cam w the first years and/or the housewardens (ill leave for u to choose since ur the writer 🤭🤭)

COMMENTS: I'm not American, so all I know about Kiss Cams is what I can find on the internet and have seen in movies or something. I think the freshmen are more likely to go to a game like this than the Housewardens, which is why I chose them. And I thought it would be more fun with them.

This also doesn't takes place in NRC, but somewhere in the stands of a game.

I hope you and all enjoy 💋

CHARACTERS: Freshmen (Ace Trappola / Deuce Spade / Jack Howl / Epel Felmier / Sebek Zigvolt)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kiss (duh)

WORD COUNT: An average of 390 words per character

In case you don't know what this is and according to Wikipedia: “The kiss cam is a social pastime that takes place during arena, stadium and court sporting events in the United States and Canada. A 'kiss cam' camera scans the crowd, and selects a couple, their images being shown on the jumbotron screens in the arena.”

CONTEXT: All five of them would have some kind of interest in watching a game live, and of course, they really wanted you to go with them. Obviously you sit next to the guy you like the most and it seems like the Kiss Cam loves seeing the two of you together.

The break arrived and the Kiss Cam was announced. Having the Kiss Cam choose the two of you was kind of something Ace already wanted to happen. They started choosing couples and showing them on the giant screen in the middle of the stadium when Sebek asked what that was and what kind of purpose it had. Ace and the others explained to him (and to you if you weren't familiar with it either) what it was.

You see the couples on the huge screen in the center of the stadium and you notice that the camera is quite fast and imagine the pressure that the people may feel when the camera is pointed at them.

You see that most of the chosen people kissed without any problems and were laughing, having fun with it. Those who weren't couples either made a negative gesture with their hand or found a funny way to get around it, like kissing the cup of drink they had instead.

And then it happened! Ace was distracted arguing with Sebek for being boring for only complaining about that cam when you nudged him to attention. You point at the screen, he looks and see the two of you.

He was immediately flustered and laughed awkwardly. It all happened very quickly. He looked at you with that same smile, but with an encouraging vibe. Understanding that you showed no signs of opposing the kiss, he put one of his arms around your shoulders, leaned in and kissed you. It was only two or three seconds, but you felt his lips pressing against yours with some intention. People applauded.

He'll keep his arm around you and watch your reaction. When he sees you smile and lean toward him, he'll lean back in his chair and let you lean against him however you want. He won't take his arm off you for the rest of the game.

“What? Jealous?” He smirks at the other four who are looking at you in disbelief. And he'll even kiss you on the cheek again to intensify their shock.

After the game he would receive a nosy call from his brother.

The break arrived and the Kiss Cam was announced. They started choosing couples and showing them on the giant screen in the middle of the stadium when Sebek asked what that was and what kind of purpose it had. Deuce and the others explained to him (and to you if you weren't familiar with it either) what it was.

You see the couples on the screen and notice that the camera is quite fast and imagine the pressure that the people may feel when the camera is pointed at them.

You see that most of the chosen people kissed without any problems and were laughing, having fun with it. Those who weren't couples either made a negative gesture with their hand or found a funny way to get around it, like kissing the cup of drink they had instead.

And then it happened! Deuce was distractedly agreeing with Sebek about it being a bit intrusive when you nudged him to attention. You point at the screen, he looks and see the two of you.

Deuce was immediately flustered and embarrassed! People around you encouraged you to kiss. Even Ace messed with Deuce, insinuating that he didn't have the courage, not even for a kiss on the cheek. It was then that you felt a quick and shy kiss on your cheek.

But people wanted more because they realized you liked each other and everything was happening very quickly. However, Deuce didn't want to move forward because he didn't know if you wanted too. He's not very good at understanding your signals. So you're the one who leans over and kisses him. People applauded.

This makes him petrify in surprise. He blinks several times until he finally looks at you. When he sees you smiling, he smiles back and can't stop himself from kissing you back. Not because of the camera, because they had already passed on to another couple, but for himself.

“OI! It's done! The camera is no longer on you.” Ace said in a 'get a room' kind of tone.

Deuce suddenly straightened up as if he had come back to reality and felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't regret it at all.

After the game he would receive an excited call from his mother.

The break arrived and the Kiss Cam was announced. They started choosing couples and showing them on the giant screen in the middle of the stadium when Sebek asked what that was and what kind of purpose it had. Jack and the others explained to him (and to you if you weren't familiar with it either) what it was.

You see the couples on the screen and notice that the camera is quite fast and imagine the pressure that the people may feel when the camera is pointed at them.

You see that most of the chosen people kissed without any problems and were laughing, having fun with it. Those who weren't couples either made a negative gesture with their hand or found a funny way to get around it, like kissing the cup of drink they had instead.

And then it happened! Jack was distractedly agreeing with Sebek about it being a bit intrusive when you nudged him to attention. You point at the screen, he looks and see the two of you.

Jack’s ears immediately lowered in surprise and flusteredness. He rubs the back of his neck when he sees you looking at him, waiting to see what he would do. With all that pressure mixed with your expectant gaze and his desire to do it, he placed one of his hands on the back of your neck and kissed you. People applauded.

It was a quick kiss, one or two seconds, but very affectionate. However he remained embarrassed, he was not a fan of public displays of affection. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, looking away from you and down at the floor.

Ace and Epel started messing with him until you leaned on his shoulder. Only then did Jack's tail start wagging. Now rest assured that the feelings were mutual he put an arm around you.

After the game he would most likely receive an excited and curious call from his parents.

The break arrived and the Kiss Cam was announced. They started choosing couples and showing them on the giant screen in the middle of the stadium when Sebek asked what that was and what kind of purpose it had. Epel himself knew little about it because he had never been to one of those stadiums and had only heard about it, so he was one of those who listened to the explanations of others.

You see the couples on the screen and notice that the camera is quite fast and imagine the pressure that the people may feel when the camera is pointed at them.

You see that most of the chosen people kissed without any problems and were laughing, having fun with it. Those who weren't couples either made a negative gesture with their hand or found a funny way to get around it, like kissing the cup of drink they had instead.

And then it happened! Epel was distractedly agreeing with Sebek that it was a stupid thing that served no purpose other than being embarrassing when you nudged him to attention. You pointed at the screen, he looked and saw the two of you. Epel practically jumped in his chair.

“WHAT IN TARNATION?! ARE YOU FREAKIN’ KIDDIN’ ME?!”

At first he is completely against it until you look at him and he realizes that the pair the camera chose for him was you. At that moment he fell silent and pondered, blushing. The people around were encouraging him and you were looking at him with an expectant look yourself. With all that adrenaline he simply leaned in and kissed you almost abruptly. People applauded.

It was a relatively quick kiss, a second or two, and then he straightened up again, all his muscles tense and his face flushed. You couldn't help but giggle, finding it cute. He sulked seeing you laugh at him.

“Hey! At least I didn't chicken-”

You shut him up and reassure him with a kiss of your own. When you broke the kiss he was still looking at you in surprise, but with a new confident glint in his eyes. He laughs and puts an arm around you to hug you.

After the game, two calls will clash to reach Epel's phone: one from his grandmother and the other from Rook.

The break arrived and the Kiss Cam was announced. They started choosing couples and showing them on the giant screen in the middle of the stadium when Sebek asked what that was and what kind of purpose it had. The others explained to him (and to you if you weren't familiar with it either) what it was.

You see the couples on the screen and notice that the camera is quite fast and imagine the pressure that the people may feel when the camera is pointed at them.

You see that most of the chosen people kissed without any problems and were laughing, having fun with it. Those who weren't couples either made a negative gesture with their hand or found a funny way to get around it, like kissing the cup of drink they had instead.

And then it happened! Sebek was distracted arguing, mainly with Ace, about it being just another stupid human custom with no purpose or sense when you nudged him to attention. You pointed at the screen, he looked and saw the two of you.

 Sebek almost jumped in his chair, but he was firm in putting his foot down (almost literally) and refusing. At first. He couldn't have been more sure that he didn't want to take part in that nonsense, until he saw the way you looked at him. Suddenly an indestructible pillar of certainty wavered, realizing that the pair the camera had chosen for him was you.

People were already booing sadly until they saw him hesitate and go back to trying to encourage him to kiss you. Only now had he begun to blush.

After that, everything happened very quickly. He looked at you with his arms crossed from before, now undecided whether to keep his decision or not, and the pressure from the people was joined by Ace and Epel, insinuating that he didn't even have the courage to give you a kiss on the cheek.

Seeing from your expression that you were not objecting, he said: “VERY WELL THEN!” Held your head by the chin with one hand and kissed you decisively. People applauded.

It was a relatively quick kiss, a second or two, but you could feel his passion on his lips. However, when he broke the kiss, he didn't take his face away from yours for a good while, letting you admire his piercingly navy green eyes for a moment.

He straightened up and crossed his arms again as he suddenly remembered he was in public. He looked away from yours and chose to close his eyes instead of simply looking down or ahead.

“There! I partook of your silly ritual.”

The others will tease him until you reach out to give him a kiss on the cheek and he widens his eyes in surprise. Despite this, he will continue to contain himself, but will allow you to lean on him however you want.

After the game he will receive an extremely curious call from Lilia.

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ACE'S DREAM IS ABOUT CELEBRATING THAT YUU FOUND A WAY TO TRAVEL BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN THEIR WORLD AND TWISTED WONDERLAND AND HE ACTIVELY FIGHTS WAKING UP SO MUCH THE OTHERS ALMOST GIVE UP ON HIM AND MOVE TO THE NEXT DREAM

WHAT THE FUCK???

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who's ur fav in natsume's bof ?? I'M CURIOUS

i stole my pen name from natsume takashi i think its very obvious who my fav is 🙏🏻🙏🏻 i also fw natori heavy tho

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AND I REMEMBER I USED TO CALL U NATTSUN????? aaAAAH IM SOBBING SO BAD I MISS MY ENSTARS PHASEEE i sorta grew out of it now :(((((

STOP SAME 💔💔 im so sad abt it too cuz i loved it sm but now i just log in to claim my dailies and log out uts so depressing

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OKAY WAIT I WAS UR BIGGEST FAN OK (STILL UR FWN NOW) AND sss sstop wait im getting do emotional rn BUT LIKE AFAIK when i met u u were like 17??? djfband fsssthit then i saw on ur profile ure 19 now and i was like ohmygodfhhrje time flies so fast AND I REMEMBER UR BIRTHDAY VERY WELL ITS THE AUGUST 12TH RAHHH

i remember way back when i was in 7th grade i was so head over heels for ur natsume smau sfbsidnwkw AAAA n i was scrolling deep into my acc and our interactions were so cute huhu i cant believe i forgot ab the lovely mutuals i had on tumblr 🥹 I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL, take care n merry christmas !!!

BAHAHAH YEAH ITS BEEN SO LONG GAHDAMN 💔🙏🏻 IM AGING SHITS GETTING TOO REAL. STOP THATS SO SWEET 💔💔💔💔 && omg yes i miss all my mooties and being active on here sm 😢😢😢😢 uni is beating my ass guys i have no time for anything im so sorry for no updates on purple lilacs i had no motivation to write ANYTHING 😭 I HOPE UR DOING WELL TOO PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF ♥️♥️

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h h h h hi .... do u still remember me sobs

OMG HIIIO YES I DO IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO AMSWER THIS I FORGOT 💔💔💔💔💔💔 I HAVENT USED TUNBLR IN SO LOMG HOW ARE U