Niko Oneshot Fanart Romane & Geschichten

Nico watched for a moment, then knelt behind her, hands spreading her ass cheeks, teeth sinking into the fleshy curve until she whimpered and arched. Handprints came next. Cole bent her over the vanity edge, palm cracking down—measured, deliberate—until both cheeks glowed hot crimson, the sting radiating deep into her core. She dripped onto the tile before he finished. Nico produced a small pot of edible gold body paint—shimmering, sweet-scented. He pushed her thighs apart on the bed, dipped a fine brush, and wrote in elegant, looping script across her lower stomach just above her mound: Vegas House Toy. The letters gleamed wet under the lights; he blew softly across them to set the pigment,

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.

I sidled to Nico, who was now conversing with an Omega. Nico dismissed her before letting out a loud chuckle. I believe he knew what I was saying. It wasn’t the first time I would make a joke like that. As he always said, women, he found smart won his heart all the time. I grimaced as Artemisia nudged me. “Are you planning to pull his heart out? He was only joking.” I chuckled at the appalled look on her face. “Never worry, Darling,” Nico said. “It’s an in-joke we share. He’ll never harm his one and only friend.”

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Looking at me and Rhys with our hands together and Niko crouched down on the path ahead. His face had gone completely still. His eyes moved between us. Between Rhys and me. Then to Niko. Back to Niko. He stayed completely motionless for a moment that stretched long enough to become something uncomfortable. Like his brain was running a calculation it couldn’t complete. Like he was looking at something that didn’t fit inside the space where his understanding of things lived. Niko stood up from whatever he had been examining and turned around and the afternoon light caught his face and there was nothing ambiguous about it.

If not, then that’s how he’s gonna die. I glanced at Luciano who didn’t leave me even after hearing his brother ridicule him. My eyes turned to glare at Nikola but before it, I had a glimpse of a huge painting behind him; that was of a gorgeous brunette girl, her bluish oceanic eyes stood out first than her plump lips painted in red. She was partially naked and that somewhat upset me because she didn’t look like a whore, she had a virgin face and the fact I didn’t leave unnoticed she resembled me, a lot. A bucket of ice water cascaded on me.

“I’m about to murder my sister..” “Let’s do it together. After our five minutes.” Noel narrowed his eyes. And then kissed him again. “No, no. I’m not smiling at my phone. It’s just a meme.” Lucas didn’t say a word. He zipped the suitcase in front of him with a little more force than necessary. Nico stood awkwardly at the doorway, his socked feet curled into the plush rug, arms crossed over his tiny bare chest. “You know I only downloaded I*******m again to check that guy’s tattoo design…”

Nico pulled the burner out—slow, deliberate—and powered it on. The screen lit up plain and unassuming. He opened the group chat labeled **No Spectacle**. Four names stared back. He hesitated—thumb hovering—then typed the first message he’d ever sent them. **Nico:** I’m going to the party. With you. All of you. But I’m not dancing. Not yet. Just… there. He hit send before he could overthink it. The phone buzzed almost instantly. Elara’s grin was slow and wicked as she checked her own burner.

I shook my head, “ if he is then they need to set up another pack somewhere else, both of you will clash again and it won’t be good for any of us, what happened anyway for his aura to come out?” Nico’s face contorted as if he was in pain, “his pup, she’s feisty and has a mouth on her, called me a pervert.” I couldn’t stop the laugh and tried to cover it with a cough, but it didn’t work, his face reddened, and I held up my hands in surrender to him, “why, why would she call you something like that, what did you do? Did you call her a hottie or something?”