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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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A Benignant Mischief (2)

Read part one here

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The nice soldier brought Cosimo to a stop beside a black horse, with a silky black mane and strong taut muscles wrapped in a shining black coat. The horse let out a huff of hello to the pair.

Cosimo smiled and said: “hello.”

The horse huffed again and turned his head away. Cosimo felt eyes on him and turned his head to the man beside him, who looked down on him with an expression Cosimo couldn’t quite decipher.

“What is your name?” The man asked softly.

Cosimo bristled at the question. “Does it matter if I am to die anyway?”

The man’s eyes turned sad again. “My name is Henrik,” said the kind man with a smile.

“Henrik,” Cosimo repeated, taking in the man’s appearance for the first time. He looked like a Henrik. He had sandy coloured hair trimmed neatly, shaved at the sides leaving a two-tiered effect to it. He was tan with kind blue eyes and rough stubble along his strong jaw.

Cosimo didn’t know why he said, “my name is Cosimo,” maybe just so someone would remember his name before he was executed.

Henrik slapped a hand onto Cosimo’s shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. “Nice to meet you, Cosimo. I’m sorry I can’t shake your hand. I’m afraid we don’t have steps so is it okay if I lift you onto Ebony here?”

Cosimo nodded. Henrik stepped behind Cosimo and placed two hands on Cosimo’s waist, hoisting him up as if he weighed nothing. Cosimo helped as much as he could with his arms trapped behind his back and it only took one try for him to swing a leg over the black horse’s wide back.

Cosimo bristled when the horse whinnied, falling back onto his hands, hissing at the iron biting into his skin, his chest rising and falling faster than autumn leaves in a strong gust of wind. Henrik laughed from below. Cosimo’s wide eyes went to Henrik’s blue ones.

Henrik had a hand on the horse’s thick neck, stroking it gently. “I think that means he likes you,” said Henrik kindly. Cosimo glanced back at the horse while Henrik climbed up. He put his hands around Cosimo’s waist and Cosimo flinched.

“Hey what’re—”

“Is this your first time on a horse?” Henrik asked from behind. Even without seeing his face Cosimo could hear the smile in his voice. Cosimo glanced down at Henrik’s hands to see them holding a piece of leather in a strong grip.

“No,” Cosimo said too quickly.

“Ah,” said Henrik, not at all believing the boy. “Well then you know that you have to squeeze your thighs to stay upright, don’t you? And don’t worry about falling because my arms are holding you in on the sides.”

Cosimo swallowed. “Yes, I know that. Thank you, Henrik.”

“No problem, Cosimo,” said Henrik and then clicked his tongue against his teeth. The beast started moving under him and Cosimo squeezed his thighs to the horse’s back in a panic. He leaned his weight forward slightly to properly balance, keeping his hands on the leather that acted as a seat for Cosimo and Henrik.

It took a while for them to get out of the forest. Every turn and step away from the boy Cosimo had harboured in the elfbow twisted another knot into his stomach and he worried he wouldn’t be able to find his way back if he escaped.

When…

When he escaped.

By the time they broke through the tree line the sun was almost at its highest point in the sky. The sky was stark in its difference to how it was yesterday when Cosimo was racing through the forest. It was a blanket of bright blue that had fluffy clouds sewn into the silk of the expanse.

“How far are we away from your kingdom?” Cosimo asked a little while after they had emerged from the forest.

“Technically, we are in the Kingdom now. That forest is a part of it.”

“Oh,” Cosimo hummed, chest deflating.

They lapsed into another silence, the only sound was the other soldiers chatting behind and in front of them, the muted sound of the horses on grass and the birds that could be heard in the breeze of the beautiful morning.

“I can give you a brief history of the place if you’d like,” Henrik said. The lie died on Cosimo’s tongue before he could voice it. It would be better if he knew what he was getting into before arriving at the palace with no idea of how anything is done.

Cosimo gave a sharp nod and Henrik began. “The kingdom is Oskana. One of the oldest kingdoms of men to date.”

Cosimo heard of Oskana before in court. He heard the elders talk of it with passionate hatred and low voices.

“It has a tumultuous past with your people,” Henrik said conversationally. Cosimo looked over his shoulder at Henrik, his eyes meeting blue ones.

“How do you know my people? How do you know what I am?”

Henrik didn’t answer. Instead, he flicked the tip of Cosimo’s ear. “Hey!” Cosimo yelped, but Henrik was laughing at his reaction, his eyes crinkled into half arches with mirth. Cosimo felt a blush climb his cheeks at the sound. Henrik’s laughter was hearty and rich, and it was a pleasant sound. Comforting.

When Henrik’s laughter died down, he turned his head and pointed at his own ear. It was rounded at the top, while Cosimo’s extended into a point. “Oh,” Cosimo said softly. He didn’t know that there was a difference in his ears to humans.

“You mustn’t have ever seen a human before,” said Henrik softly. A shadow crossed his face, curving the corner of his lips down as his eyes became a little glazed. “I’m sorry this is your first impression of us.”

Cosimo didn’t say anything in reply. He just turned back to face ahead again and said, “you were telling me the history.”

“Yes,” Henrik said. “I was. The noble family that is head of state are the Doukas. A very kind family, I grew up with the King.”

“You did?” Cosimo asked, his voice rising in pitch. He cleared his throat when Henrik chuckled. Honestly Cosimo was just surprised that Henrik could grow up with someone in royalty, if he grew up with the King then that must mean that the king would be in similar age to Henrik, somewhere in his late twenties.

“Yes, I did.”

“What is he like?”

“Magnificent,” said Henrik in earnest. “His name is Nikolas, the oldest of four. Though you’d swear he was born in the slums of the lower city with how he acts.”

Cosimo was kind of horrified at that. “He behaves like commoners?”

“Yes.”

“But he is the King?”

“Yes. It’s hard to explain, perhaps it’s different where you’re from. In Oskana, it is a breath of fresh air to not have a king with a poker up his ar—” Henrik cut himself off and said, “uh, well. Ahem. Rear end.”

Cosimo’s face morphed into one of horror, turning abruptly in his seat to face Henrik with wide eyes. “You impale your Royalty?!” He heard that humans were vicious, but to do that to their own kind. Never mind their royal families.

Henrik, to Cosimo’s terror, let out a hearty bellow of a laugh at Cosimo’s horror. “No. No, dear boy. It’s an expression.”

“Expression?” Cosimo repeated.

“Yes. An expression, like a figure of speech. Trying to paint a picture with words so you understand the essence of what I am trying to explain.”

“So, you don’t impale your royalty through their rear ends?”

“No,” Henrik laughed. “But can you imagine how uncomfortable that would be?”

Cosimo nodded, turning to face ahead again: he could certainly picture the pain and general discomfort that would cause. “Yes. It sounds horrible.”

“Right. So many kings and queens of other nations and kingdoms in the human world are horrible and have a metaphorical poker up their… rear end.”

“You humans speak strangely.”

“I suppose we do,” Henrik hummed. “Now where were we?”

“You were describing the king.”

“Right, yes. Niko.” Cosimo scrunched his nose at the informal way Henrik spoke of his King, it wasn’t normal. He should at least use a title or his full name. The way Henrik spoke of him made him sound like he was a brother more than a King, the general of his army. The strength behind Oskana’s supposed greatness that Henrik spoke of.

“He is strong,” said Henrik, pulling Cosimo from his thoughts. “Not just physically strong, but dependable strong. Very level-headed and wise. He treats people well and under his rule Oskana has never been more prosperous.”

The fondness flowing from Henrik’s description warmed something in Cosimo’s chest that was instantly crushed with guilt.

He had no right to bask in the bond of brothers when he had left his all alone with a fox no less! The elfbow would protect them, but the elfbow can’t calm a fever or calm the boy down if he were to wake frantic, searching for Cosimo who wouldn’t come.

Cosimo in his brash foolishness had doomed them both.

“Ah,” said Henrik. “Look there now, just ahead and to the left, we’re coming up to my favourite view of the city.”

Cosimo obeyed mutely, trepidation weighing heavy on his chest. He half expected to see dead people like him with pointed ears lining the road to the city. Silently worried that Henrik maybe wasn’t the man he sounded like, and he was just pacifying Cosimo the entire way to his blood-soaked death to make sure he wasn’t difficult the journey there.

Cosimo swallowed when they passed emerged from a small line of trees over a hill and Henrik pulled the reins to stop Ebony in his tracks.

Cosimo couldn’t stifle the gasp when he saw the city. It was busy, people bustling through the streets that spread out in a peculiar shape that reminded Cosimo more of a tree root than a city he was used to. Natural, winding and knotted in parts, but that wasn’t what caught his awe. It was the giant palace at the end of the streets that glistened in the sunlight like crystallised bone.

“Yeah,” said Henrik with a small sigh. “I get that feeling every-time I see it too.”

There were no dead people with pointed ears either, which was a good thing for Cosimo. All the same Henrik draped a hood over Cosimo’s head. Cosimo went to turn but the action caught his wrists and instead he hissed at the burning of the metal on his flesh. Cosimo swallowed a cry, darting his gaze to the sky to stop a tear from escaping his eye.

Henrik steadied him, shushing him gently and said: “it’s just to hide your ears. People here don’t take too kindly to elves like you, Cosimo.”

“Why?” Cosimo asked through gritted teeth, the pain slowly diminishing as Henrik clicked his teeth with his tongue and Ebony took off again down to the city.

Henrik hummed in reply. “I was giving you a history of Oskana,” he began, words measured. “I need to tell you about why we greet your people with iron chains when we meet you.”

Cosimo swallowed a lump in his throat but didn’t speak as Henrik continued his tale.

“The people with a poker up their rear ends, the horrible people — well, Niko’s father was one of them. He was rude, mean, nasty to his people. He treated them like cannon fodder more than subjects.”

Cosimo didn’t really know what cannon fodder meant but he didn’t question it.

“Difficult man to get on with, to be honest. Hateful and paranoid. He saw enemies everywhere, even where there weren’t any. The woods we found you in — did you notice the traces of Elven society there?”

Cosimo said “yes.”

��Hmm. Well, there used to be a court of elves there. A very peaceful people, they never bothered anyone, but Niko’s father… he thought they were bad people. Plotting to overthrow him on his throne. He sent his men to slaughter them while they slept.”

Cosimo stiffened. The king’s men… he sent his men… like— like Henrik—

“Niko and I were only ten at the time, and when Niko heard of what his father did… it changed him. He vowed that day to be different from him, welcome everyone with open arms.”

“These infernal chains feel quite welcoming,” said Cosimo darkly.

“Of course, it didn’t go as smoothly as that. The elves retaliated in anger and grief. However, they didn’t attack anyone in the city. The nearest court banished all humans from its court.”

“As they should have,” Cosimo said with righteous conviction.

“And when the humans were setting up camp in the forest, the elves hunted them through the trees for sport.”

Cosimo’s chest deflated. “How… how do you know they did that?”

“Because they left one person alive, a child. The elves forced the girl to watch as her parents were murdered in front of her eyes and told her to relay a message to the King.”

Cosimo suddenly felt very cold at the story. Elves wouldn’t do that, they… they don’t kill people in their court. It is the greatest sin to upset a guest, let alone banish them from a court and hunt them.

Although, a quiet voice in the back of Cosimo’s mind spoke up, if they were expelled from the court’s jurisdiction then all rules were upheld if they were slaughtered away from court.

“What message?” Cosimo asked in a quiet voice.

“That if the humans wanted a war with the elves, they would have far more orphaned children than a single child. To stop the bloodshed, that the elves simply repaid blood for blood,” there was something sad in Henrik’s voice as he spoke. Something Cosimo couldn’t quite place. “Of course, the king didn’t accept it and an all-out war ensued.”

“Must have been a short war,” said Cosimo, more to himself than Henrik. Henrik let out a breath of air, one he held in his chest for a beat that Cosimo recognised contained far more pain than he could imagine.

“Yes,” Henrik replied, “but it felt like a lifetime.”

Cosimo didn’t want to ask how it ended, but he had to. He had to know why he was being taken away from the forest against his will, why he was being given a history lesson on horseback as they rode through the capital of a country that hated elves. Hated him.

“How did it end?”

Henrik hesitated. Cosimo heard the hitch in his voice, the pause spoke more than words he could speak. Cosimo regretted asking. He was being insensitive. Henrik was nothing but kind to him, and Cosimo was asking difficult questions like an insolent child.

“The war got bloody, and far too personal… far too quickly,” Henrik said, his voice taking on a more sombre note. “Niko’s father, the King, he found out that the pers— the elf who ordered the humans to be banished and hunted was the King of the Elven court. He knew that the King had a son, and so he sent an assassin into the court to murder the boy in his sleep.”

Cosimo frowned, there was something so familiar about the story, something on the tip of his tongue that he couldn’t quite articulate yet.

“When the Elven King found out he was furious. Rage overtook his grief, and he declared war on the Kingdom of Oskana. Niko’s father closed the gates to the capital, essentially cutting off trade and making his own siege… it was fine for a while, then people started starving, and hungry people get desperate…”

“A mother who couldn’t bear to watch her children starve anymore snuck out of the city and met with the Elven King in secret. She asked him what would make him cease this war he had declared. The Elf told the woman that once Niko’s father had felt the same grief that he did, then the elf would call off their people and leave their court. Disappear from Oskana altogether.”

“You mean… the elf asked the woman to kill the King’s son…”

“Not just his son, his eldest, the heir.”

Cosimo swallowed. “King Nikolas?”

“Yes,” said Henrik, his voice grave. “When the woman heard the price, she snuck back into the capital and cradled her children close and wept.”

“Because she had to murder someone?” Cosimo asked sadly.

“No,” said Henrik. “It was because she couldn’t murder Prince Niko, and she hugged her children because she understood the weight of her decision. That it may cause their deaths.”

Cosimo looked over his shoulder at Henrik. “Why?”

“Throughout his father’s tyranny he had been the one thing that kept the Kingdom together. He gave food to the hungry, medicine to the sick, he opened the palace doors to the homeless and cold and warmed them by a warm fire. The woman was determined to end the siege, and so, instead of killing Niko, she killed his father.”

“The king?” Cosimo asked, voice high in surprise.

“Yes,” said Henrik sadly.

They passed through the gates to the city of Oskana without any trouble and Cosimo got a look at the people and the city up close. People milled about their everyday routines, coming in and out of shops, some carrying baskets, children chasing cats and each other. Shortly after the gate to the city they came upon a market plaza, a fountain was the centrepiece in the middle made of beautiful sleek grey stone, the bottom of the pools was tiled with the same symbol that Cosimo noticed on the flag of Oskana.

“Niko and I were there.”

“You saw?” Cosimo asked. He heard Henrik swallow behind him.

“Yes. I saw. Niko’s father insisted that he attend court matters, and as his personal guard in training I was to attend as well. They were mostly boring, Niko took great interest in them, in the farmers blights and merchants fights. Then one day a woman came and said her children were dying and asked the king to end the war.”

“Niko’s father refused. The woman nodded. Then she said she would end it herself. That was the last thing she said before she ran at the king. Two arrows lodged into her arm and back before she reached the King, but she kept moving. I was right there… I could have… but before any of us could stop her she had planted an Elven knife deep into the King’s chest.”

“Another arrow hit the woman and Niko caught her before she fell, tears in his eyes, asking her why she did that. The woman said her name and the names of her children, where they lived and then she died in his arms.”

The pair of them let the weight of the words cover them in a blanket of silence. The city still bustling around them, Ebony’s hooves clipping off stone. They were getting into the upper residences of the city now. Less markets and live farm animals baying, more refined shops and elegantly dressed citizens.

“Did it end the war?” Cosimo asked.

“No. It didn’t. Word spread to the elves that the king was dead, and Niko was now the king. The Elven king was outraged, he wanted Niko’s father to feel his pain and now he was dead he wanted blood.”

“The elf didn’t stop?”

“No,” Henrik said through gritted teeth. “I guess foolishness is something both our species share.”

Cosimo’s lips turned down into a frown. “They kept trying to kill Niko?”

“Assassin after assassin. Niko wanted to speak with the elf, but his courtiers wouldn’t allow him, they said he would kill him.”

“But Niko is king, he should be allowed do what he wants.”

“He was young,” said Henrik by way of explanation. “The courtiers effectively still had to educate him in his duties as King, which included not walking into enemy lines.”

“So, the war?”

“Niko still faces threats to this day. We don’t know who could be an assassin in disguise. So, it’s safer to assume everyone is a threat.”

“Even me,” said Cosimo glumly.

“Yes,” Henrik replied evenly. “Even you.”

They rode in silence up to the giant palace gates where Henrik chatted idly with the guards standing there. Cosimo remained silent, his thoughts racing. He rubbed sweaty palms down on the leg of his trousers trying to distract himself from the fear that gripped him at seeing just how big the castle was. How far they had travelled on horseback away from where Cosimo left the boy and the fox.

He swallowed as the Henrik’s initial words came into his mind.

You can’t kill it. They must be brought to court before their execution.

His head was tilted the full way back as he stared at the tall palace gates, taller than some trees Cosimo had seen on the way here. This is the court that he would be tried in, and then… maybe his execution. Nobody would find the boy and the fox without him. The thoughts weighed heavy on him when Henrik clicked his tongue and Ebony began clopping his way into the palace grounds.

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Continued here

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gendernutralghost · 1 day

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every gay friend group has: the repressed academic, the ska loving "brawn", the formerly mean girl psychic, the match making anime fan, the astrology lover, the lesbian butcher/reluctant big sister, the sexy cat with nine lives, the walrus who runs a magic shop and the local witch who wants to kill everyone

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #Niko #Monty #the cat king #jenny the butcher #tragic mick #esther

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hadesisqueer · 1 year

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“this character is dead” to you maybe. I don't know where y'all live but I live in denial

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aaronsinferno · 2 days

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Edwin:☝🏻🤓

Queer Demons, twinkified Crows, petty trans-dimensional entities, freaky ass uncommon beings, and immortal lesbian witches:

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batmansb1tch · 11 months

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BLIND DATING

summary: u get voted out in blind dating with sharky and he immediately regrets their decision

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you’d been unbelievably chosen for a beta squad video after you and your uni friends jokingly signed up for it, not believing you’d truly get chosen. you’d immediately contacted your friends about it in extremely anxiety in which you purposefully signed up to be viewed by millions of watchers on the beta squad channel.

your friends calmed you down, claiming that this experience at least would allow you to meet some of your favorite youtubers, especially your huge longtime crush and favorite, sharky.

day of the shoot you’d figured that you’d wear something simple which meant a black skims dress dupe, of course since you were a broke uni student, and a pair of simple black heels. you quickly straightened your hair and applied a good amount of makeup before setting it for a few minutes and rushing off to the set as not to be late.

when you arrived, the production team quickly gathered you with the rest of the women. it was intimidating at first, being surrounded by such beautiful women, but it wasn’t hard to make friends with the bunch.

you were a bit nervous though considering you hadn’t been showing off as much skin as the girls around you, and you knew how the minds of men worked, especially after having watched previous episodes of this specific series. you’d considered yourself average looking, despite all the girls hyping you up prior to lining up.

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you’d reached the final two girls left in the blind dating sequence miraculously. sharky and the others seemed to appreciate your prior knowledge of the beta squad, being a loyal member of the NDL. although, you’d started to become nervous whether sharky and the rest of the guys would find you attractive or not. you knew it wasn’t healthy to seek the validation of these men, or any men as a matter of fact, but you couldn’t deny the increasing heart rate.

the beautiful girl next to you had been wearing booty shorts, cowboy boots, and a tied up flannel with a revealing tank top under it, and you couldn’t lie, you wouldn’t blame sharky for wanting to take a ride, but some part of you hoped he’d choose you. it was silly you realized, but you still hoped.

after being asked where you were from and discussing your favorite foods, a final question was asked.

“what’s your main priority in your life?”

you had the misfortune of going first, winging your answer by answering honestly.

“finishing uni and hopefully fulfilling my dream job of working with animals.”

it didn’t matter what the next girl said because the overwhelming fear of dogs amongst the group immediately ruled you out.

“i’m so sorry to say, but number two, you’ve been voted out. come give papi a hug, yeah?” you’d assumed he was forced to say.

you sighed both in disappointment and relief as this anxiety filled journey reached its end, but you were still extremely nervous about meeting face to face with sharky. you took a deep breath and stepped away from behind the curtain and towards him. the clacks of your heels of the floor caused sharky to finally open his previously closed eyes.

he immediately lets out an exaggerated gasp, repeating the word ‘no’ multiple times before looking anywhere but you.

“no way, man. you guys ruined it for me.. nah nah nah… oh my days she’s gorgeous.”

there were screams in sharky’s ear regarding how much he’d fumbled and how he needed to get on his knees and beg for you to give him another chance, disregarding the girl who’d just won the challenge. surprisingly, sharky has done just that, getting into his knees and placing his hands around your waist.

“please forgive me.. truly it was them, not me. just give me another chance? i’d spoil you so good baby, please?” he begged, the rest of the squad hysterically laughing at how pathetic he was being.

you thought it was a prank at first, but when you’d locked up with sharky, you simply couldn’t rest his puppy-dog stare that bore into your soul. you motioned for him to get up before taking a sharpie out of your bag and tapping his arm. hw immediately understand and desperately rolled up his sleeves. you wrote your number down, before kissing him on the cheek before whispering something in his ear and walking away, making a slick ‘call me’ motion and walking away. you were unsure where this newfound confidence came from but it only fueled you on even more as you felt sharky’s burning stare following you.

“sharky?” chunkz yelled, no response.

sharky had been left in shock and silence, just watching you walk away. only after a few moments did he come back to reality to finish off the video.

“ya the fans are truly going to clown you for this one, i can’t lie.” aj mentioned to sharky after the shoot, unable to contain his desire to tease his friend.

sharky rolled his eyes and chuckled, because all that mattered was that he got your number and could make it up to you whenever you wanted.

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BRO IDK THIS WAS SOO BAD 😭😭😭 WHATEVER I LOVE SHARKY SM ITS COMPLETELY FINE

#beta squad #sharky #niko omilana #chunkz #aj shabeel #king kenny #betasquad imagines #beta squad imagines #sharky x reader #sharky imagine #beta squad imagine

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teewritessmth · 5 months

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#Instagram Au (10)

Niko Omilana x f! reader

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y/n.y/l/n he tried putting fake tp tolls in the toilet to prank his dad. He knows who his father is 😆

nikoomilana never thought this day would come, mini ringside pranking me :(

jidion who's the biggest menace now @nikoomilana 😂

shahwer bro thinks he is Tarzan

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y/n.y/l/n Some us time ❤

chunkz yo who babysat?

---nellarose I did, their baby is the sweetest child I swear.

---johnnycarey real stuff man, I was there

---ajshabeel why was you at nella's crib???

---betafan100 YO WTF?!?!

nikoomilana that elevator saw enough for a lifetime 👀

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nikoomilana forever grateful for them

y/n.y/l/n niko jr got jealous in the 2nd pic cause we wore black coats but he got a white one (I promise there was none left in the store I really wanted us to match 😭 but then we finally found one)

---taliamar you're adorable

chunkz heartwarming to see my bros reaching their peak

harrypinero love man, love

Nikofan I literally watched you growing up and now u have a family. God time goes fast.

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g-xix · 7 months

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Did everyone watch that Beta Squad video...?

Oooookay so everyone saw how fine Agent was bc BRO-

GAHDAYUMMMMMMM THIS BOY IS FINE

Could get that morning head 5til9, 9til5 idgaf

#agent #agent00 #callmeagentzero #agent 00 #beta squad #amp #the box #kai cenat #duke dennis #fanum #chrisnxtdoor_#niko omilana #chunkz #king kenny #aj shabeel #sharky #filly #yung filly

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ummultea · 1 day

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Ik Dead Boy Detectives literally just came out, but I need someone to write a long slapstick-romcom of Edwin entertaining the Cat Kings feels- For Charles to be jealous. An coming to terms w/ his own harbour feeling, all slowburn - like intended. Pls n thank you 🙏 😭

#plus bring back Niko #n her lil foul mouth dandelions #it’ll heal me #after all that #dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #Thomas the king cat #king cat

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uselessalexis165 · 1 year

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some examples of mine

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vctrvn-ls · 8 months

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Imagine…

Imagine making out with Niko on the couch and accidentally rolling off and instead of being a good caring boyfriend he just laughs in your face and you’re there like “wtf?”

Imagine pulling the blinds open at 9am to wake AJ up but he starts groaning and hissing at you like a wild animal.

Imagine baking with Chunkz and you constantly having to switch your focus from watching the timer and fighting him off so he doesn’t eat all the cookie dough from the bowl.

Imagine you and Sharky just doing your own things but you’re in the same room and he randomly looks up at you and just smiles and your face starts going hot and you both begin to giggle and blush uncontrollably.

Imagine Kenny making a terrible pun/ joke and receiving no reaction from you until he starts laughing and you join him because his laugh is funnier than what he had actually said.

#beta squad #youtube #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #king kenny #sharky #sharky x reader #kingkennytv #niko x you #aj shabeel x reader

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superiorsturgeon · 1 month

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Seducing Your Partner In The Kitchen: The Right Way and The Wrong Way

The right way…

Ruby: Heeeeeyyyy, Weiss~! 😘

Weiss: Ruby, what are you doing? I thought you said you were baking cookies?

Ruby: *undoes her apron to reveal a chocolate chip-patterned bra* How about THESE cookies, sugar? 😏

Weiss: 😳

Weiss: 🥵

…and the wrong way.

Nora: *naked on the counter* Reeeeennn…! I thought we were going to have seeeeex…! 😭

Ren: *stirring* If I don’t stir constantly the roux will burn and ruin the flavor of the entire dish!

The right way…

Yang: *leaning backwards on countertop* Oh, my~! How clumsy of me! I accidentally spilled icing all over my tits and abs…! If only someone could help me…clean it off…? 😘

Blake: *tying on a bee-patterned bib* 😍🐝🤤

…and the wrong way.

*bacon sizzling* 🥓🥓

*loud pop*

Jaune: AAAAHHH!!! MY NIPPLES!!! 😫

Pyrrha: *frantically applying ice to burns* 😰

Jaune: AAAAHHH!!! MY NIPPLES AGAIN!!! 🥶

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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A Benignant Mischief (3)

Read part one here

Continued from this part here

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“We have to stop at the stables first,” said Henrik. Cosimo nodded. “I don’t know if I will be able to take you directly to the King, either.”

So, he was the King to Henrik when they were in the palace, not Niko. Cosimo swallowed the lump in his throat at his words, not fully registering them until they got closer to stables.

“Wait, where will I go if you can’t take me?” Cosimo asked, panic seizing his chest.

“The cells,” said Henrik, his tone measured and so unlike how he was on their journey here. Did Henrik really just plamás Cosimo into being docile while he brought Cosimo here? Why was he acting so strangely, so unlike Henrik?

You don’t really know Henrik, a nasty voice in the back of Cosimo’s head said. You saw the way the other soldiers deferred to him. Clearly, they’re scared of him.

“The cells, but—”

“Cosimo,” Henrik sighed. Oh no. He was already tired of Cosimo. He should have known not to trust a human. He was so stupid.

Henrik climbed off Ebony and then put his hands up for Cosimo. Cosimo twisted in the saddle and Henrik lifted him down. The creato sizzled Cosimo’s flesh but he didn’t dare make a complaint about it.

Henrik handed the horse off to another person and then put a strong hand on Cosimo’s back, guiding Cosimo along with Henrik as they walked a confusing path into the castle.

Cosimo couldn’t really focus on much as he was escorted through numerous halls and corners, was there a stair involved at some point? Cosimo couldn’t remember. He should pay attention, but the world seemed to pass by too fast, and too slow all at once. He was very aware of his breathing as they walked.

They finally stopped in front of two soldiers guarding a heavy dark wooden door. Henrik said: “I need to speak with the King.”

One of the soldier’s smiled when he saw Henrik and said, “sure. Go ahead.”

The other soldier had his dark eyes trained on Cosimo, who was still hidden behind the hood and cloak. The man with dark eyes glanced down at Cosimo’s bare feet that Cosimo tried to hide behind Henrik’s but failed.

“Wait,” said the dark eyed man. He reached out to the hood and Cosimo stepped back, half hiding behind Henrik. The soldier’s hand fell away. “Who is this, Henrik?”

Cosimo could feel Henrik hesitate, but he also knew Henrik couldn’t just not tell them who Cosimo was.

Henrik’s hand touched the hood then and Cosimo let his head hang, holding his breath as the material fell onto his shoulders. Immediately the soldiers were on guard, ready to defend the door.

“Are you crazy Henrik?” The easy-going soldier hissed.

“It can’t go in with you.”

“It will save a lot of time if—”

The easy-going soldier’s eyes widened. “You can’t be serious! Have you been speaking to it?”

“He’s just a boy,” Henrik said through gritted teeth. The dark eyed soldier hadn’t taken his eyes off Cosimo once the entire conversation.

“In any event it is a child of the forest, Henrik. I will escort it to the cells to await trial.”

Cosimo’s heart hammered in his chest when the dark eyed soldier reached for him. He bared his teeth in response his only defence left to him.

“Cosimo,” Henrik said softly. He placed a hand on Cosimo’s shoulder and turned him gently to face Henrik. Cosimo instantly calmed; wide eyes fixed on Henrik’s kind ones. “I will come and collect you when it’s time for your trial, but I need you to go with Rochus.”

“I—” Cosimo began, searching Henrik’s face and seeing clear the warning on his features. If you try to escape the other soldiers will hurt you again, do you understand? Henrik was being as diplomatic as he could, but he already told Cosimo he might not be allowed to stay with him. “Okay,” he said, putting a brave face on.

“Good. Rochus do be gentle. He’s no trouble,” Henrik said to the dark eyed man who took Cosimo by the arm and pulled him closer. Cosimo’s limited resistance had his wrists hitting off the irons. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying out. He wouldn’t show weakness to the other soldiers. He refused.

Rochus let out a soft hmph of disapproval at Henrik’s orders but didn’t make any other comment against him. Being the King’s personal guard must come with a hefty title and high rank for all these soldiers to just follow his orders with little more than a scowl.

Rochus began to drag Cosimo away from Henrik and the nicer guard. Cosimo wanted to keep Henrik in sight for as long as possible, but he refused to appear vulnerable in front of Rochus. Or more vulnerable.

Rochus took him down a different staircase than Cosimo came up. Cosimo made sure to commit the turns and stairs and doors to memory so he would know where Henrik was. How long it would take to get to him, how long it would take for Henrik to save him from the cells.

“Did you struggle on the way here?” Rochus asked Cosimo. Cosimo frowned at him, and Rochus nodded to Cosimo’s nose. Cosimo went to touch it but then grit his teeth at the irons hitting his wrists.

“No,” said Cosimo. “This was an accident.”

“Someone broke your nose by accident?”

“No,” said Cosimo with a frown. “When I was trying to flee from the soldiers, I cut one. Then when Henrik caught me the soldier I cut stomped on my face.”

Rochus snorted. “Yeah. No trouble at all.”

Cosimo didn’t say anything in reply to that. The steps to the dungeons were wide and long, it took Cosimo with his long legs two steps to clear one.

“Heh, yeah. They’re a pain,” said Rochus at Cosimo’s confused huff. “They’re to prevent prisoners escaping with ease. They tire people out faster, but then again… you’re not people.”

Cosimo didn’t take the bait. He didn’t want to sink to Rochus’ level. Rochus stopped at a gate at the end of the infernal staircase and hit it twice. A soldier wearing a black version of the soldiers’ uniform stood and unlocked the gate.

“Another one?” The guard asked and Cosimo’s heart stopped.

Another one? Had they found the boy? Had they taken him and put him in irons too? Cosimo’s breath tried to get away from him, but he struggled to lock it in his chest. He couldn’t panic or they would know.

“Henrik found it.”

Cosimo searched the cells for the other prisoner. Please don’t be here, please don’t be here, Cosimo prayed as he was dragged to a cell at the back of the dungeon, the furthest from the door. Rochus smiled at Cosimo as the guard opened the door.

“Can’t be too careful,” Rochus said and guided Cosimo inside. Rochus stepped to the right as Cosimo was passing through the bars and Cosimo was forced to go right with him. His wrist hit off the bars to the cell and he let out a startled cry. He hurtled forward but Rochus stepped in closer pinning him to the iron.

Cosimo struggled against him but that just meant other parts of his exposed flesh hit off the bars as well.

“Hey! Get off of him!” Another voice demanded from somewhere in the dungeon, but Cosimo didn’t really care at that point. He shoulders his way passed Rochus through sheer desperation and Rochus let go of him.

Cosimo’s momentum caused him to fall on his shoulder to the stone floor, but he didn’t care as long as his skin wasn’t touching the iron anymore. Cosimo glared up at Rochus, deciding then and there that he despised the dark eyed man.

“Just wanted to show you what happens if you try to escape.”

“You could have just told me,” Cosimo snapped. Rochus smirked.

“I find actions speak louder than words. Though you are a stubborn one. I think you can keep the cuffs on until Henrik fetches you.”

Cosimo bared his teeth at Rochus in return. Rochus tilted his head to the side. “See? Vicious.”

Then he closed the cell door and locked it. Cosimo kept his glare trained on Rochus the entire way out of the dungeon, waited until he disappeared up the steps back to Henrik and the king. Cosimo then, and only then, got to his feet with an effort and walked over to the bed at the back of the cell.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t comfortable either, but Cosimo was too tired to care. He lay down on his side, facing the cell bars and waited for Henrik to come rescue him.

It was pathetic, he thought mutinously, waiting for a human to come rescue him from… the exact reason Cosimo was there to begin with!

What would the elders say of Cosimo back in court? What would they think? They’d call him a foolish child and tell him he should know better, because he should. Cosimo should know better than to trust humans.

“Hey,” a voice called from somewhere in the dungeon. Cosimo frowned. “Child of the forest.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” said Cosimo, voice dignified and oozing with the self hatred he was feeling.

“Hush, child, is that any way to speak to your elders?”

Cosimo blinked. Then he sat up on the cot, his eyes searching all the cells until they landed on two pale blue eyes diagonally across from Cosimo, the last cell on the wall before the dip of Cosimo’s cell. Cosimo’s eyes went to his ears and saw them end in a point.

“You’re an elf,” said Cosimo and heard the other elf scoff.

“Of course I’m an elf. We are the only guilty parties that fill these cells in this kingdom.”

Cosimo’s chest tightened at the implication of his words.

“Are you an assassin?” Cosimo asked with a breath.

The elf’s eyes narrowed at the accusation. “Should I ask if you are an assassin too, or shall I spare you the insult?”

Cosimo frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“From which court do you belong?” The elf asked. Cosimo swallowed.

“I don’t belong to any court,” he replied. The elf was silent for a moment, before his hums echoed around the cold stone walls.

“A renegade,” the elf said, knowing colouring his words. “You are young. Too young to be without a court to speak for you. Why abandon them?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters, but you do not wish to tell me,” the other elf said as he turned to face Cosimo full. “So be it. My name is Oreste.”

“My name is Cosimo.”

“May the sun shine on our greeting, Cosimo.”

“And may we always find shade, Oreste.”

“Marvellous, now that we have the niceties out of the way tell me why that soldier left you in irons.”

Cosimo shrugged, shifting on his bed to curl his legs up around him. He sat with them bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles, as if he was about to connect with the earth.

“Do you want me to tell you why?”

“I know why,” said Cosimo lightly, tiring of their conversation, resting his head back against the wall. “Their people hate our kind. He’s probably just scared.”

“Or he’s deliberately vile,” Oreste snarled. “You see how they talk of us. They call our people it, like we are vermin.”

“I don’t care why he did it,” said Cosimo. “I am tired. I want to sleep.”

“Look at you,” Oreste said to Cosimo, a smile on his handsome face. “Locked in iron cuffs and happy, and me free and angry. What an odd pair we make.”

“There is no we,” said Cosimo. “I don’t know you, Oreste. Your name doesn’t bring to mind any stories of great elves of the past, nor present.”

“Ah,” Oreste hummed, his voice taking on a hint of knowing that caused Cosimo pause. “Cosimo… it is an interesting name, you know. I only know of one court to use it, but you couldn’t possibly be one of those elves. They’re proper, proud, arrogant.”

Cosimo grit his teeth and said nothing, but he could feel Oreste’s probing pale eyes on him, watching for any reaction Cosimo made.

“They’re not the type to runaway from home.”

Cosimo turned his head, eyes narrowed at the Oreste. He was passed the age of maturity, which meant he could be anywhere between 40-200 years old. He had no creases of a wise elder, and his eyes were too bright and wiry to be old. Too reckless.

Cosimo’s attention went to the piercings on Oreste’s ears, adorned with rings of metal. Cosimo frowned once he recognised what the rings meant.

“You are an assassin,” he told Oreste. “Your piercings…They’re of an elf who goes against the laws of nature. And I bet if I were closer I could see a tattoo of the Astrayed on you.”

Oreste laughed. It was melodic and dark, and caused a chill to run down Cosimo’s spine.

“You definitely are of the Cosimo’s I know. What would your family say, Cosimo?” Oreste asked, all pretence of familiar bond lost now. Oreste’s words were stripped of all custom, now they were as cold as the irons locked around Cosimo’s wrists. Cosimo swallowed as he met the Oreste’s pale, piercing eyes. “Running away from home. Abandoning their ways… in favour of what? Have the humans endeared you?”

“You know nothing about me,” Cosimo growled, voice low.

“Isn’t that the point of this conversation to get to know one another? Hazard a guess, what would your father say?”

“I think he’d tell me not to talk to an Astrayed elf.”

Oreste clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Come, Cosimo. Is that any way to speak to your future people? If you want I can tell you where the Astrayed are right now. We can get your piercings done and—”

Cosimo sprung to his feet, his teeth bared. “I am not Astrayed. I am nothing like you!” He snarled. “In a twist of fate I ended up here, speaking with you.”

Oreste hummed, resting his head against the wall of his cell, fixing his eyes back to the door of the dungeon. “Do not speak so little of fate, Cosimo. It works with a power neither of us can never truly know. Who knows. Perhaps we were destined to meet today.”

“If that is the case I hope it smiles on my future more favourly to greet nicer souls down the road.”

Oreste hummed again, a smile in his voice as he said: “be careful with words, Cosimo. You never know just how tacitly they can turn on you.”

With that their conversation ended. Cosimo turned away from Oreste’s cell to the dungeon’s entrance, his heart thundering in his temples and his chest rising and falling with the frustration of Oreste’s warnings.

He settled on his cot after pacing for a while, and as the sun rose higher outside he willed for Henrik to walk through those doors and rescue him. He wished to be away from this damp, stone fortress and back in the elfbow with the boy and the fox. He wished… with a stabbing in his heart, to see his family again.

Maybe Oreste was right.

Maybe he shouldn’t have run, but he didn’t have a choice!

Did he?

*~*~*~*~*

Continued here

The Orphanage roll call (tag-list, lmk if you wanna be added or removed): @annablogsposts

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severe-kitty · 5 months

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Mia: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions Killian?

Killian No.

Niko: I do.

Mia: I know, Niko.

Niko: I miss Bran.

Mia: I know, Niko.

#book series #bookstagram #book recommendations #dark romance #incorrect quotes #legacy of gods #rina kent #rina kent books #twisted lies #twisted love #niko and bran #nikolai sokolov #brandon king #god of pain #god of war #god of fury

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deathliestc · 5 months

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Shower Me With Your Kisses

summary: You're going out to hang with Nella and Adeola but before going out, Sharky wants cheek kisses.

warning: none

Sharky x f!reader

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On this delightful day, bathed in sunshine, you, Nella, and Adeola decided to go shopping.

You were at your house, in your room, waiting for Nella since she offered to pick you up along with Adeola. You were facing the mirror, putting on your light pink lipstick as the last touch, and smiled at yourself with confidence.

(Sound of phone ringing)

Your phone rang, and you immediately answered it. “Get your ass out, I’m outside.” Nella’s direct voice came through. With a chuckle escaping your lips, you grabbed your belongings and were ready to go out.

Stepping out of your room, you found your boyfriend Sharky, lounging on the couch, petting your cat with an air of boredom. You approach him with your hands on your hips. “Nella’s outside already, you will be okay on your own right?” You ask him,

Sharky shifted his gaze to you, his mouth fell open at the sight of you. He was utterly speechless at your jaw-dropping beauty until he forgot to respond to your question. You snap your finger and bring him back to reality, “Babe!”

“Oh what— What were you saying again?” He stuttered, his eyes scanning you up and down, still admiring you. In response, you crossed your arms and let out a sigh.

From his laidback position, Sharky sits up and holds your hands. “Sorry baby, you’re just so beautiful…” he persuades, kissing your hand.

A warm smile graced your face. “Alright, it’s okay,” you said, forgiving him. “Nella is outside already, I’m going out right now okay?” You stated,

With a playful tone, he teased, “No kiss?” while tapping his right cheek with one finger, silently requesting a sweet gesture. You chuckled and playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk on your face. Leaning in, you gave him a small peck on his right cheek, receiving a chuckle of satisfaction from him. “Alright, I’m going now.” You were just about to walk away but are immediately stopped by Sharky grasping your wrist. “One more kiss pleaaasee,” he begged,

You once again playfully roll your eyes and give him a small peck on his left cheek. “Nella is going to get mad at me,” You said, chuckling.

“More moree,” He begged once more,

Biting your lower lip, you hesitated for a moment. However, Sharky’s sad face and clingy demeanor melted your resistance and you gave in, planting two kisses on both of his cheeks in the hope that would be enough.

But no, it was never enough for him. “Y/n more, please.” With annoyance, you decided to indulge him further, planting kisses all over his face. His heartwarming laugh that he lets out whilst you’re kissing him melts you like a cube of ice. As a finishing touch, you kiss him on the lips.

Pulling apart, you sprinted towards the door, “No more!” you yelled before he could protest. In a rush, you hastily put on your heels and burst out of the house, shouting, “Bye babe!” before leaving.

Sharky laughed at your playful behavior, he grabbed a pillow and hid his face. Blushing and chuckling to himself, he couldn’t help but think about how adorable you were.

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HEYYY WADDUPPP HOW IS ITTT??? So hey anyways I decided to write Sharky ff today, I was supposed to write for Kenniko but honestly if I didn’t write for the others it would make my masterlist looks empty so I was like “okayy, sharky ff then” 😶‍🌫️ SO ANYWAYS YEAHH UHM THATS ALL?? BYE BYE DONT FORGET TO REQUEST MORE MWAH BYEE!

#king kenny #niko omilana #beta squad #kingkennytv #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky x reader

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b4tasquad · 9 months

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HBD: NIKO OMILANA SMAU

authors: just became so tempted to do a social media au since i’ve never done one and it was so fun doing it🤷‍♀️ also you can picture someone else than the face claim, im just using Maia as inspo

summary: basically y/n’s boyfriend doing her dirty on her birthday and the internet finding it funny

face claim: maia reficco

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niko these pics give off the same vibe and now im starting to question how old my gf actually is… but happy birthday baby! im so lucky to have you and I hope you know i love you lots. hope you have the best birthday and here’s to 23?? not quiet sure anymore🤣

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omilana fan

violating on her birthday is actually next level crazy

↳ betasquad1 I feel like his hand itches if he doesn’t get in his daily insult😭

yourusername

no because this is so uncalled for? i literally rubbed your ashy feet last night🤨 YOU SHOULD BE PRAISING ME

↳ niko why’d you have expose my feet like that cmon

↳ yourusername bitch you have no room to complain about exposing…

Yourusername this pic is edited i swear i don’t look like that

Ajshabeel

guys she looks like this every morning i see it first hand sadly

↳ yourusername shut up Aj😐 people were believing me

↳ y/nfann no we weren’t…

Y/n posted to their story!

↳ Niko

pretty girll

yourusername

stfu

ajshabeel posted to their story!

↳ yourusername

posting such horrendous pictures on my birthday.. i’m sueing

it’s like you want me to end my living streak??

ALSO YOURE NOT SLICK I had to zoom in and learn to read pixels but I LOVE YOU TOO YOU EMOTIONAL LITTLE GUY🫶🫶🫶

ajshabeel

it actually says i hate you

yourusername

you just gotta ruin everything😒

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Niko dw guys i made sure her birthday was unforgettable😌

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#Niko omilana #Niko omilana x you #Niko omilana x reader #beta squad #✭b4tasquad speaks #social media at #smau #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky #king kenny #maia reficco #celebrities

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betasquads · 3 months

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MY DEAREST FRIEND, Niko Omilana

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summary: you and Niko became friends quickly when your group got big, and therefore, you collabed with the beta squad. they liked your energy and your friends' energy, and let's say, it wasn't hard for the friendship to form. You and Niko were practically hanging out everyday, and you've always seen him as your friend. That was until fans began shipping you with him, and those thoughts were enough to make you open your eyes and realize he was more than that.

A/N: my first smut ever with one of the beta squad 🤭 IM REALLY WORRIED AS THIS IS REALLY DETAILED. so read at your own risk ! (i have never cringed so much while writing smut)

warnings: really detailed smut

You laugh as you make your way out of the house, "Alright, I think we should definitely go go Nando's for today." You nudge Niko's arms as you walk to his car.

He runs around to open the door for you and you chuckle, it always made you feel that you had a really good friend.

"I can open the door for myself." You narrow your eyes at him.

"I simply know and i simply don't care. If I want to open the door for you, then I'll do it." He shrugs, pointing towards your seat.

You comply and slide in smoothly, and he closes the door, running around to sit in the driver's seat.

"I was thinking of going somewhere else. I'm getting tired of nandos. And you're very well dressed for Nandos, you deserve a higher place than going there." Niko sighs, putting his seat belt on.

You smile at his comment, he was right. You were wearing a tight dress for the occasion, but you did it incase there were paparazzi laying around the area. You always made sure you looked presentable.

"When am I never well dressed? I'm craving for nandos. Those are your favorite. Well besides wagamama, those are your top one. So you can't be actually tired of nandos–" You ramble.

"Fine, fine. Nandos it is." He cuts you off and you grin.

You hum as you scroll through your feed, smiling when you come across the your own post that you had posted yesterday.

Your curious to look at the comments and you view all of them, reading each one by one.

Y/N Y/L/N

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Y/N Y/L/N : always an opportunity to work with these people ❤️ make sure to check the NDL's most recent as Niko did a banger by bringing all the four of us into one video 😮‍💨

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niko: I made it a banger by inviting you

^ Y/N Y/LN: 🥹❤️

^ nikoandy/nsbiggestshipper: SCREAMING

kingkennytv: y/n and niko have a got a friendship like no other , his comment proves it ❤️

^y/n/y/l/nsbae: KENNY SHIPS SECRETLYYYYYY

y/nandnikoshipper: just finished it. THE WAY NIKO IS LOOKING AT HER IN THE ENTIRE VIDEO.

^ yungfilly: agreed innit

^y/nandnikoshipper: FILLY AGREES. ITS CONFIRMED. #Y/NANDNIKOCONFIRMED

^ user3939210: they have to be blind because they SOOO like each other.

ajshabeel: this video is just 30 minutes of niko and y/n flirting 🙏🏾

^ niko: this is just not true

^ niko: your breath stinks man you can't be spitting both bad breath AND lies

^ harrypinero: I was there and I could confirm that it's them flirting 100%

^ chunkz: couldn't even invite me so I could be the judge of that 🤦

Another feed appears and you look at the caption that says, "1 minute of Niko and y/n flirting (from the most recent NDL vid.) *LITERAL.*"

You lower the volume as you watch the subtitles, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

You bite your lip in focus as you decorate the cake and Niko observes the way you were so focused on winning this. You were stood on your shared workstation, Niko and you both had to share one and both Harry Pinero and Aj were working on one. Kenny was going to be the judge.

Everyone was working individually though.

"Oh that looks horror." He says to piss you off and you push him playfully, a flirty smile on display.

"Oh, you so like it. You just won't admit it. I bet you're jealous aswell." You bat your eyes at him and for a second you catch Niko biting his lip while looking at yours.

"Whatever that makes you feel better, schmuck." He says as his lips ghost over your ears.

You push him at his closeness, "You're a creep."

"Did you eat some of the butter cream from mine?" Niko questions and you shake your head.

"No I didn't." You send a side glance at Niko.

"The white cream on the corner of your mouth says otherwise." He says in a low hushed tone.

you're about to wipe it off with your thumb and that's when he takes your hand and places it down, slowly and gently taking it off himself. His thumb lingers on your bottom lip for too long, in which you didn't notice.

He licks the leftover cream from his thumb, making sure you were looking the entire time. The eye contact was far from innocent, Niko's eyes are hooded and yours are just looking up at him 'innocently'.

"What a gentleman." You mock in his face.

"Always at your service." He says in a low, hushed tone.

"Stop flirting, there's like 10 minutes left." Aj interrupts, sighing deeply in annoyance at how the both of them seemed to have some tension going on, but you being clueless, you didn't mean it as flirting at all.

"Me? Flirting with that thing? Yeah, no. Nice try Aje, but you are trying to set me up." You jokingly say but Niko forces a grin, although it did hurt him.

"Crazy, crazy." Niko mutters under his breath as he shakes his head, the forced grin still on display.

"Gal already broke his heart for they started a ting." Harry remarks and Aj laughs, slapping Harry's arm.

You pout sarcastically and go behind Niko, even though you couldn't see as he's way taller than you, but you poke your head to the side. "I'll make it up to you. Let me help you with this horror. You aren't seriously serving this to Kenny looking like this, are you?" You scold him half–heartedly and he stays silent.

He looked nervous as your body was pushed against his back, but you in your mind, it was nothing more than he thought.

"I don't think this is allowed. George– is this allowed?" Aj argues.

"Yes it is allowed." George says calmly behind the camera.

You send a teasing smile to Aj, turning around and adding your own buttercream to his to cover the mess that he had made.

"You're ruining it–" Niko argues just to piss you off, but you cut him off sharply.

"Shut up. It has never looked better." You bite your lip in concentration, Niko's eyes only fixed on you.

You started scraping the edges to make it look smoother, and tried to make it neat aswell.

"Done." You smile. Before Niko could thank you, the time was already up.

Kenny had tasted all of the cakes except yours, it was time for his judgment.

You were nervous, the fans always rooted for you to win each time you appeared on the NDL channel. It felt like your responsibility, even if it was just a video.

Niko must've noticed it, so he leans towards your ears to whisper, "Don't worry, you're definitely winning. Like always." Niko nudges your shoulder softly, a wide, genuine smile on display.

"You think so?" You questioned, your eyes still fixed on Kenny who was currently judging your cake, pointing out that the cake might've been a little overcooked.

"I know so." He reassures you.

After Kenny had judged every cake, he was now taking the decision, "Alright. I was hesitant on two cakes, but I finally made my decision."

You lean a little closer, and Niko leans towards Kenny aswell. You thought it was because he wanted to hear his name, but secretly he jad wanted for you to win.

"The winner is.... y/n!" You smiled so wide when you heard your name, Niko's smile might've been even wider.

"What the hell is he smiling about? He just lost." Aj remarks loudly.

"They're in love. He wanted her to win. It's so clear, man." Harry says defeatedly, disappointed that he didn't win although his cake looked like it was made out of a horror movie.

"Now that is just not true." You squint your eyes at Harry.

"Told you." His lips ghosts over your ears and you move away, giggling as this spot was ticklish.

And the video was now finished. It began replaying from the beginning.

When you went to the comments, they were just fixated on the both of you. They shipped you, and even pointed out the obvious. The obvious that you thought wasn't even there.

You could feel your mouth go dry. Everyone thought that both you and Niko had common feelings for one another. You always viewed Niko as you friend, nothing more.

You look over at Niko who was focused on his driving, your eyes slowly trailing down to his hands that were tightly holding the wheel and the other holding the stick.

You wondered what his large hands could do– what the fuck. You shouldn't be thinking of him like that. He was your friend. But those hands...

You let out a shaky sigh and shift uncomfortably at the feelings starting to appear out of nowhere. This made you really uncomfortable.

"Something wrong?" His voice was hushed as he asks you, and it almost drove you crazy. How have you never noticed how raspy his voice was?

What the hell was going on?

"No, everything's fine."

He puts a hand over your thighs, and you knew to him, that didn't mean anything, "You sure?" He looks over at you for a second and his eyebrows are furrowed deeply in worry.

Your eyes shift from his face to the hand that was on your thigh, your filthy brain began to make up scenarios. His hands were veiny, large, and overall could get the job.

Your body was already getting hot and weak at one touch on your thigh, you knew you were damned as soon as this man gets on top of you.

You hum in response, not wanting to talk. Otherwise you knew a voice crack would occur.

You could feel your eyelids getting heavier and you shake your head to get out of the trance that you were in.

"Alright we're here." You let out a sigh that you didn't know you were holding. You knew you were thankful as now you were going to be in an open place surrounded by people.

You get out the car, not waiting for another second for him to open it for you.

"What'd I say about you opening your own–"

"Yeah shut up. I'm really hungry and I can't waste a second." You come up with an excuse.

"Crazy. You're always eating real good–" Niko teases and began laughing at your failed attempt of hitting him.

"Oh look– a seat by the window!" He points and you both start running for it.

you make your way first which makes him roll his eyes, "I definitely made you win."

"You always say that. You're a liar." You send a smile towards him.

"Good evening, my name is Arthur, I'll be your waiter for the evening. Any starters? Or we'll get right through with–" He says welcomingly, his eyes only on you.

"Yeah, no starters." Niko says a little too aggressive, like he wanted for the waiter to be aware that he was there.

He nods, but Arthur was too lost in looking at your eyes, "Alright. Do you need time to think about–"

"No." Niko cuts him off sharply.

You send a glare at Niko which only makes him rolls his eyes, "Sorry, he's just in a terrible mood. You know, his girlfriend just broke up with him." You say a bit tad dramatically, sending another glare to give an indication to Niko that he should stop doing whatever he was doing.

You place your head over your hand, "Anyway, we'll get our usual, the Full Platter. Right Niko? Or do you want anything else?" You say, a little worried on why he was acting out.

He nods, not daring to say another word.

"Been there. But there will always be a better replacement." The waiter says as he doesn't look away from you. You could feel your cheeks turning red, a small flirty smile displayed on your face.

Niko swallows and looks down at his hands, not liking where this was going.

"So, any drinks? Or sides?"

"Coke zero. And you?" You raise your eyebrows at Niko who sat opposed you.

"I'll have the same thing." He mumbles.

"Alright. Full Platter and two coke zeros. Coming up in 15 minutes." He smiles politely before going back inside.

Niko sunk in his seat and began fidgeting with his hands, "You didn't have to lie. I never had a girlfriend to begin with." Niko mumbles right after the waiter left.

"Well, I'm not letting anyone take a bad image on you. You're a great person. So stop whatever that is that you're doing." You eye him suspiciously.

The two of you had finally finished eating the main in dead silence, which wasn't really common as the both of you always spoke. "Alright. I'll go to the toilet and I'll be back in just a second so we could leave." You felt the need to say so you could break of the awkward silence.

You go up to the sink, placing your bag on a place specialized for bags. You grabbed a tissue, wiping your lips as it had some grease left from the food, and your lipstick was slightly messed up. You smile as you realize you had the entire toilet for yourself as no one was there.

You hum as you wash your hands, and that's when the deep thoughts began to form. Why the hell was Niko acting like that? Why wasn't he speaking to you the entire time you ate? It was confusing, but you just stayed silent for him as he didn't seem to want that option.

You hear someone enter and lock the door lock which interrupts your deep thoughts. You were about to turn around, a little scared on why someone would lock it, but that's when you hear a familiar voice.

"I didn't like how that waiter was flirting with you." Niko states as he makes his way to the sink, washing his hands. You flinch since it was unexpected that Niko would come aswell.

"You scared me."

You furrow your eyebrows once you repeat the words he had said, "It's time I quit being a loner and have someone for my own. Isn't that great?" You smile widely, as you reapply your lipstick.

"You're not hearing me. I don't like him." He emphasizes, taking tissues and drying his hands.

"And I. don't. care. I didn't ask for your opinion Niko. That's what you've been doing my entire life. Is that you drive every man I meet away from me. You have no control over me."

"Why not?" His question was followed by an angry tone. What was going on? Niko never acted out. He seemed pissed.

"Well I don't know mister, maybe because we're just friends!" You say, and you knew it was far from the truth. It was as if you were trying to convince yourself.

What the hell were you and Niko?

He stayed silent for a few, just looking you up and down, which made you shift uncomfortably.

He finally spoke, "We are far from friends. And we both know that." His voice dropped down a few octaves and you could feel your breath being caught by it.

You chuckle nervously, "What are you talking about?" You furrow your eyebrows as you look at him from the mirror of the bathroom.

His eyes scan your entire body and he goes up to you, both arms extending to the bathroom sink. Your eyes are wide and his are hooded, "I see the way you look at me. And i know that you're aware of how i look at you."

He had you trapped and his body was too close.

"Um– what? I– no that– Niko–" Words spilled from your mouth when you weren't aware of what you even wanted to say.

Your chest was moving rapidly from your deep breaths, "Niko?" You turn around, Niko still having both of his arms locking you on both sides.

Ah, now you had gotten the message.

"Are you jealous?" You squinted your eyes at him, the bottom of your stomach twisted with something similar to excitement and mostly, you felt nervous now that you had said it out loud.

"What if I am?" He replied almost too boldly, his eyes hooded. You swallowed, your eyes widening.

He was waiting for you to make the next move. Your eyes shifted from his own eyes to his lips. He did the same, and he dampened his lips and pursues them against each other.

You just wanted one taste. That's all. It won't ruin the friendship, would it?

Both your hands reach to cup his face, bringing his lips to yours. It was one long peck and you disconnected right away. But it didn't seem enough. One taste wasn't enough.

You enjoyed it, you craved it even though it had lasted for 5 seconds. And so did he. His eyes are wide and so was yours and the both of you just knew it.

Youn both needed each other, so fucking bad.

He pushed you up against the wall with some force, letting his hand slip up the bottom of your dress and grab onto your ass with a hard squeeze.

The chill from his cold hands prickled through your entire body, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips. Then his hands slipped upwards, roaming over your hips and waist before climbing up the stretch of bare skin at your back.

You never thought Nikolas Omilana would be craving you. The way his eyes were trying to memorize each part of your curve, it made him look like a hungry man, waiting to feed on its prey. And that made your spine shiver.

You felt the delicate work of his fingers undoing the knot at the back of your neck which fastened your dress. Once it was undone, he helped guide the dress to the floor, letting the smooth satin fabric skim over your skin on the way down.

Then all you were left standing in was a pair of red lacy underwear, and your stilettos, in exactly the same shade of red.

His hands slipped over your body once more, but this time there was no barrier between his skin and yours. His velvety touch travelled over over hips and stomach, before reaching your breasts and stopping momentarily to give them a hungry squeeze.

"y/n," He breathed, surprised, eyes still fixed on your body. "This feels so wrong." He remarks, although he knew damn well he was waiting for this moment, for too long.

Your answer was only a giggle, as you pulled him back into your body, and connected both of your lips in a passionate kiss. Your breasts pushed firmly against his bare chest, and his hands had now slipped into your hair, using his fingers as a vice to keep your head close and your lips intertwined with his.

"It does feel wrong," You pause for a second.

";but thats what makes it feel so right." You say against his lips. He whines at your sentence.

With a quick burst of strength, you flipped your positions so Niko was the one pushed up against the wall. A short grunt fell through his lips as his back slammed into the drywall.

You pulled back from the kiss grinning, finally getting a proper look at his face for the first time. You couldn't help but chuckle as you noticed the smears of red lipstick all over his mouth. His chest is moving rapidly and his mouth is slightly opened in awe, studying every part of your features.

"You've got red lipstick all over your face." You giggled, using your fingers to wipe some of it away.

"Mmm." He mumbled, seizing hold of your waist, and looking deep into your eyes. "You wanna get it all over somewhere else?" He says as he lazily kisses your earlobe, biting it playfully. You instinctively lean backwards, he must've know that you were sensitive in that particular place.

Biting into your lip while his words repeated in your head, You let your hand trail up the inseam of his pants, until you finally reached his crotch. His erection was pushed up against the fabric, hardening even more as your hand skimmed over it. "Mmm hmm." You hummed. "I do."

He hums, pleased at your hand placements. "Perfect." He whispered.

"You locked the door, right?"

He nods eagerly in response.

Then with no warning he scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you towards the sink.

As soon as you were on the sink, you kicked your heels over the edge and Niko stripped off his pants, leaving him only in boxers, which were now stretched considerably by his stiffened length. He kept his eyes trained on you, and you kept your eyes fixed below his waist. It was hard not to look at it.

As he drew closer to your body, his height made him have an advantage, and you felt weak just by looking up at him the more you knelt down for him. Your eyes met in one of the most intense gazes you'd ever experienced, and you could've sworn you saw his pupils expand, growing into huge black holes.

You swirled your tongue around his tip, keeping your eyes fixed on his. As your tongue circled him, he sputtered out a desperate moan, tilting his head back in pleasure. Mid-moan you pulled away again, letting your dampened lips twitch into a small grin.

"Say please." You demand.

He ground his teeth together, locking his eyes onto you. You flicked your tongue over your lips. He groaned inwardly.

"P-Please." He stuttered politely, his eyes almost closed and desperate.

A satisfied smirk took residence on your lips, but it only lasted a second. Then your head dipped forward, and you took him into your mouth. You felt his grip on your hair pull tighter as you pushed him deep inside of you, allowing him to brush the back of your throat. Then with each inward motion, you took him in a little further, letting him moan a little louder.

Your motions got quicker and wetter, and you found yourself enjoying the growing tension on youe scalp from where Niko was tugging your hair.

He must've noticed, because his eyes were filled with worry for a second, "I'm sorry if im hurting you–"

You shake your head and send him a lustful look to indicate that you were enjoying every moment of this.

But what you enjoyed most of all was the sounds that fell through his lips. God, they made you tingle. Each one loud and desperate. A gorgeous little product of his pleasure.

"y/n, oh God. Oh my– oh." He blurted through a moan, as you finally managed to take a good amount of his length. "You're so good. So, so good. Oh, God."

You look up at him to find him trying to hold the noises, which made you tut in disapproval. Your tut made a vibration against his tip, which makes him let out the moan he desperately tried to hold.

You rub his sensitive inner thigh, "Make more noises for me, baby. Don't hold back, let them out for me." You reassure him.

Your tone with your delicate touch made him whimper, and slowly he releases his bottom lip and began comfortably moaning as loud as possible, just for you.

"Mmmmm, y/n," He says as he grunts, feeling his entire body heating up at the pleasure building inside his lower belly.

Now he was just sputtering words that made no sense, which brought great pleasure to you. He was so lost for words at your work.

"Oh, oh. God, oh God. y/n, I'm so close."

You only managed to go all the way down once more before he released a deep grunt and pulled your head back.

"I wanna finish with you." He says through a breath of moans, tilting your chin upwards so your eyes connected.

Then before you had time to move, he somehow managed to grab you and flip you over, so you were bent over the sink, you could watch every movement Niko made from the mirror.

Then you felt his fingers curl into the waistband of your underwear and slowly tug them downwards. A second later you felt the tip of his dick sliding through the dampness in between your legs, teasing you gently. You dug your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a moan.

He looks at you to get his approval, and once you nodded, in one swift movement he pushed inside of you, causing a sharp burst of pleasure to ripple below your stomach. You couldn't stifle the moan, it came out loud and needy. And there was many more to follow, as each slam of his hips sent a jolt of overwhelming pleasure to course through your body.

His fingers pressed deep into the skin on your hips, helping pull you into him as he thrust hard inside of you, making each movement into a pleasure filled collision. And with each one, you felt yourself edging a little closer to your finish. You didn't know how he did it, but somehow, he hit the perfect spot every single time. It was like his body was made for you.

The mixed sounds of the both of you made echoed in the bathroom sent an unknown amount of pleasure to your stomach.

What made your body feel like it was hot, was the loud noises Niko sputters out. It made you feel like you wanted to listen to this everyday.

With a few more twists of his hips, you felt your nerve endings begin to electrify, the pleasure inside of you now growing so intense that it was unbearable. Then with one more drive of his hips, the tension inside of you released in a perfect burst, eliciting a moan which was broken through desperate breaths.

"You did so good." You hear Niko purr from behind you.

"Your turn." You whispered against his earlobe, which made his breath catch.

Catching your breath again, he groaned with pleasure, gripping onto your waist as pleasure began bubbling inside his lower stomach.

You dragged your thumb slowly down his lower lip, staring right into his brown lustrous eyes.

You make sure to put in effort to help him finish as you moved all the way from his tip to his base. His grip on your waist grew firmer, and his moans grew more frequent. You couldn't help but admire the way his face twitched with pleasure whenever you pushed your hips up. It was like his body couldn't find a way to cope with the feeling that was coursing through him. And you took great satisfaction in that.

With every motion your thighs began to burn more intensely, but you relished in the pain, knowing he was drawing closer to finishing. You could see it in his face. In the way he bit into his lip so hard you thought he might draw blood. Then finally, you heard a deep grunt push through his lips.

Your hips slowed into nothing, and his grip on you loosened. His chest heaved with deep and frantic breaths, and his brow prickled with beads of sweat. For quite a while, the only sound in the room was the rasps of his breaths.

He couldn't even talk.

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Both you and Niko sung out one of his favorite song like there was no tomorrow, laughter, flirting, and touching was involved the entire night.

He had stopped infront of your house, getting outside the car with you to make sure you went inside safely.

"Before you go, I have one question." He was nervous, shifting from side to side.

You smile so widely. You had waited for him to ask this question the entire ride home. "What is it, Omilana?"

"Can i be your boyfriend?" His voice cracks slightly as he spoke.

You squint your eyes, like you were in deep thought. "No, bye." You shrug and turn around, which makes his heart sink for a second.

You began laughing, "Of course, dumbass. C'mere." You whisper the last words and pull him to an unexpected kiss.

His eyes widen and closes immediately, enjoying the way his soft lips were pressed against yours. This kiss wasn't filled with any lust, but filled with innocence.

You felt him smile in the kiss, which caused your lips to twitch into a wide smile aswell.

"You're an idiot, do you know that?" He says against your lips.

You give him a few pecks before you responded, "And you're even more idiotic."

"I think that shows how we're fit for each other." He says in-between kissing. You giggle against his lips, about to say something that was on your mind.

He must've known it, because he was the first one to speak, "Shut up and let me kiss you."

You couldn't stop smiling, he was everything you've been looking for.

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