Oneshot Niko Cosplay Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and breathed it in as if it was fresh air and I was suffocating. "Happy Birthday, Jo," I heard his smooth voice say. I opened my eyes to see Nikko standing right beside me in all his glory. His blue dress pants matched my dress so perfectly I wondered if he had planned it. And his stark white button-up shirt had just enough buttons undone to make me blush already. Then, I finally got to his face to lock eyes with him again.

“Really? We can do it another night, right?” Nicco stood, walking to the closet naked. He emerged, carrying a long, sleeveless red dress with a crystal belt buckle. “You need to wear this tonight,” he said, putting it on the bed. “I’m going to shower.” I pushed myself up from the bed with a groan. “Fine. Wait for me. I need a shower, too.” Nicco shook his finger at me. “No, not tonight. I know how talented you are with a bar of soap and your tongue. And I’m hungry. Wait your turn.”

Nikolas fired six of his men and the rest trembled with fear. Tired, he was about to go back to his room, when a movement below in the garden caught his attention. He looked properly and his eyes popped out with disbelief. There, in the middle of his flower garden, at the edge of the koi pond, lay a beautiful girl clad in an ethereal white, long flowing dress. She seemed to be playing with the water, with the fish, her beautiful golden hair sprawled all over the place. Brooklyn? Nikolas couldn’t move, he was transfixed to the spot.

Noriko wore a cute blue top with a black mini skirt which showed off her legs. "Did you see Jake Foster looking at me?" she whispered to Adeline. "Why don't you go talk to him?" Adeline gave her an encouraging smile. Noriko complained about how boys at their school never paid attention to her because she looked like a nerd. But now that Adeline put some make-up on her and curled her hair, she was getting looks from the boys at the party. Noriko took up on her offer and went to talk to Jake Foster. Adeline stayed close to Noriko and kept an eye on her while she drank alcohol and chatted some boys up.

“You’re the only person I’ve met who gets excited about albinos.” “Have you ever seen a Japanese or Asian albino?” Kaiyo asked. I paused my answer. “I have not.” “Me too. Lucas is the first albino I’ve ever seen.” Niko tugged on Kaiyo’s shirt and captured his attention. “My name is Nikolaus Jeremy Dietrich Campbell and I’m five and a half years old.” Kaiyo giggled. “That’s a long name for someone small.” “Mommy and chichi say it’s not.”

Nico smiled as she watched the presentation. “That was an epic performance, with the masks,” she encouraged them as they passed by her. “Are you cold?” Lex asked her while Nico touched her shoulders calmly, he was caring too much, at least, it was beginning to feel awkward. “Lex, I'm fine,” Nico replied while adjusting the strap of her red dress. She was wearing a sleeveless red dress with beads all over. It looked quite beautiful, while the red heels matched with her bags that were sitting pretty on the table.

All of them were putting on black turtle neck shirts, black jacket, black pants and black boots. They looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time. “Anytime they are dressed like this, just know they are going on a mission.” Cosima whispered to me. I nodded. I could see their guns peeking from their waistbands. Nico plastered a smile on his face when he saw me. “Darling… how are you feeling now?” He pulled me into his arms. “I am okay.” My voice came out muffled. Matteo pushed Nico away from me and hugged me. I was beyond surprised.

“You look like prey when you stand still too long.” I didn’t jump. I should have. Instead, my spine tightened, and I turned my head just enough to see him. Niko stood half a step behind me, close enough that his breath stirred the wisps of hair by my temple, far enough that if anyone looked, it would just seem like two strangers forced into proximity by the crowd. He wore a black shirt, opened the throat, had no tie, and had a jacket slung over one shoulder. Under the club’s lighting, the scar near his eyebrow looked like a faint, pale lightning strike.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

And now he's at my feet, begging. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, running my fingers over the engraving of the gun. It was a gift from Leander when I turned eighteen. It's this beautiful rose gold gun with roses etched into the sides. One of a kind. Never another like it. Just like me. "I don't know!" he cries out in agony.