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fghniki · 2 months

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Bake Cakes Kick Ass

“Étoiles, do you want a slice?” she decided to ask. Étoiles turned to look at her and looked at the cake with barely hidden surprise. “Uhm. Nah, thanks,” he gave her a crooked smile before turning away again. Niki considered burrowing her head in the sand and screaming. (Phil, Niki and Étoiles love both kicking ass and eating cakes. Well, maybe not all of them.) (Also available on Ao3.) (Originally made for @etoiles-week, day 3: food. Based on a Twitter exchange.) (This is an AU where q!Étoiles happens to share a certain trait with cc!Étoiles.)

Niki had never thought dungeons could be so fun.

She wasn’t exactly the best fighter — most of the mob kills ended up going to Phil and Étoiles — but even in a supporting role she felt like she fit right in, the way she never thought she would be able to. Not to mention, she got to hang around the eggs! (Even if she felt a little bit embarrassed about them being better fighters than herself.)

Regardless. They swept through the dungeon in what, according to excited Pomme, was record time — and now they had time to rest and sort the loot. Niki glanced at the crafting table in the corner of the room. She wondered…

Backpacks were really the best — she no longer had to worry about not having the ingredients she might need, ever. Chayanne was more than happy to help her, supplying her with some milk and raspberries, — and only a few minutes later her beautiful berry cake was ready and done.

“Hey guys!” she smiled as she turned to face Étoiles and Phil (who were busy arguing about something with Tallulah), “Snack time!”

Phil’s face lit up the moment he saw the cake, “Aw man, Niki! How the fuck do you always manage to have the best pastries?”

Phil took the cake out of Niki’s hands and got to slicing it. Niki turned to look at Étoiles… who only glanced at the thing before turning to talk to Pomme. Niki frowned and opened her mouth to invite the two to join in, but was interrupted by Étoiles: “Alright, guys, thank you so much, but Pomme and I gotta go.”

“No problem, mate,” Philza replied, his mouth already stuffed. Niki meekly echoed the sentiment and watched the French warp away, feeling only so slightly disappointed.

The Purgatory desert was finally settling down after the fight, and it was finally possible to see further than a meter from you. Niki couldn’t be more grateful for that — going through sand with a giant cake in your arms was much easier when you could see where you stepped.

The Greens were in much better spirits than she anticipated, joking around and babbling about something she couldn’t quite understand. She shouted a “hey there” just before approaching them: “Hey guys.” she smiled from above the cake, “Not sure how welcome it is, but, um– I just wanted to give you something. Kind of like a consolation prize.”

“Oh my God,” Bagi exhaled. “Holy shit.”

The Greens gathered around her, marveling at the cake. Niki allowed herself to bask in attention for a bit before glancing at Étoiles — the person she really wanted to surprise with it.

Much to her dismay, he didn’t look too excited, keeping himself busy checking something in his inventory even as everyone else started taking slices. “Étoiles, do you want a slice?” she decided to ask.

Étoiles turned to look at her and looked at the cake with barely hidden surprise. “Uhm. Nah, thanks,” he gave her a crooked smile before turning away again.

Niki considered burrowing her head in the sand and screaming.

Okay.

She knew what he liked (fish, avocado, avocado toast, chia seeds). She knew (now) that he wasn’t really into the sweet stuff. That was fine — not every pastry had to be tooth-rotting. She could make apple pies. She could make potato pies. She was the genius baker, and she could find something that Étoiles would love sooner or later.

She felt sweat gathering at the back of her neck as she watched her friends gather round Sunny’s birthday table and grab stuff from the plates she and Chayanne had prepared for the occasion. She watched Étoiles completely ignore everything.

“Okay, I am going insane,” she declared and got up from her seat. Chayanne stopped chewing as he watched her walk up to Étoiles and tap him on the shoulder. He turned around. “I can’t live like this anymore.”

“Same, man,” Étoiles replied before blinking and adding, “Wait, what?”

“Do you hate me?”

Étoiles blinked again, “No? Why? Do you think I’m a hateful person?”

“You have literally not eaten anything made by me. Not once.”

Étoiles blinked for the third time and looked behind Niki’s back at the table. He then looked back at her. “These are all high GI.”

It was Niki’s turn to blink. “What?”

“Glycemic index,” Étoiles explained, “Niki, I have diabetes.”

…oh.

Oh.

Niki suddenly felt very, very stupid. “Oh my God–”

“Do you think I should white rice? Should I eat potato chips?” Étoiles suddenly had a shit-eating grin on his face. “Do you want me to eat poison and die? Is it because you hate me?”

“No, I—” Niki felt laughter bottle up in her throat and she covered her mouth with her hand, “I’m–”

“What are you, Poison-chu? You want me to poison myself?”

“Shut up—”

“Oh, it’s because you hate me—”

Niki finally cracked up, and started laughing, and found her laugh mixed with Étoiles’.

#fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt #qsmp #etoiles #niki nihachu #etoilesweek #writing #fgh writing

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simplepotatofarmer · 2 years

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Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Technoblade, Dream, Philza, Ranboo, Niki, Michael Underscore Beloved, Punz Status: complete Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, aftermath of torture, graphic descriptions of torture, panic attacks, self-harm, portrayal of cptsd, not canon compliant, disordered eating, more to be added

Summary: as dream tries to come to terms with his new life in the aftermath of the prison, the peace that techno, phil, ranboo, and niki have tried to carve out for all of them in the arctic is shattered. now they have to find a way to rebuild it, through grief, guilt, and trauma.

oh, and they also have a baby piglin to babysit.

link to fic

#dream smp #dsmp fanfic #technoblade #dreamwastaken #philza #ranboo #niki nihachu #punz #michael underscore beloved #the syndicate #reblogs are SUPER appreciated just 'cause of tumblr's hatred of links #dsmpblr #rivals duo

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faebriel · 3 months

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All it takes for a fire to start is fuel, fresh air, and just the right amount of heat. “I mean,” this one starts, Niki’s voice tentative and quiet, “we could just… kill him.” - Or: Niki Nihachu, murder plots, and self-immolation.

my piece for the fabulous flamekeeper: a c!niki zine! featuring niki's self-immolation through three different murder plots, all alike in indignity - manberg, the eve of doomsday, and the revival of an ex-president.

@flamekeeperzine has been my first time contributing to a zine, and i've had an absolutely wonderful time with it. so much love to the mods for running the show and pulling it all together, the end product is absolutely beautiful! everyone's contributions are beyond incredible - make sure to check it out, because the zine is truly something special ❤️‍🔥

the zine is free to download on itch.io, but we encourage you to donate to one tree planted in its honour!

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #niki nihachu #nihachu #my fics #WOOOOO NOW GO CHECK OUT THE ZINE !!

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rosesumbra · 7 months

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Imagine writing DSMP Fanfics.. couldn't be me. Totally not on wattpad ethier

#art #artists on tumblr #wattpad #fanfics #poster #fyp #fypシ #charater design #info #dsmp fanart #dsmp #dsmp au #dsmp fanfic #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #niki nihachu #quakity #fundy

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watcher-with-burned-wings · 5 months

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Navigation

(A continuation of my Among us Scott au)

When Scott woke up the next cycle, he was surrounded by warm bodies. He glanced around him. Ranboo was sprawled across his lap with his head on Tubbo’s stomach. Tubbo leaning against his right side. Tommy was curled up on his left side, tucked under his arm.

Scott’s heart melted at the sight, his tentacles appearing behind him as he held Tommy closer. One pulled Tubbo closer to him and the other tentacle petted Ranboo’s hair. Scott swallowed down the purr that threatened to escape him as he sat contently in the middle of the nest of hatchlings. He silently wished that this moment could last forever.

But sadly, all good things had to come to an end.

Ranboo started to stir, and Scott quickly hid his tentacle again. Ranboo opened his eyes and blinked slowly. Scott smiled at him. “Good morning Ranboo, Sleep well?”

Ranboo sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. You are very comfy.” He yawns and stretches. Scott chuckled.

“I’m glad,” Tommy grumbled as he snuggled closer to Scott.

“Shut up, fuckers. I’m trying to sleep.” Tommy muttered.

Tubbo cracked open his eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Scott!” He said cheerfully and loudly.

Tommy groaned and glared at Tubbo.

Both Scott and Ranboo laughed at Tommy's expense, much to the confusion of Tubbo.

“What?”

“Nothing Tubbo.” Ranboo snickered.

“Come on Tommy, it’s time to get up.” Scott gently encouraged. Tommy whined but eventually did comply.

Scott got up as well and stretched out. “Come on, I bet Niki has made muffins for breakfast.”

If Tommy hadn’t looked awake before, now he was practically shaking, “Oh hell yeah!” He ran off towards the cafeteria.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Tubbo called as he dashed after him. Ranboo looked at Scott with a shrug and followed. Scott shook his head and walked with Ranboo.

Scott and Ranboo idly chatted as they walked to the cafeteria.

When they arrive, Tommy and Tubbo angrily eat their breakfast while Phil looks amused. Scott tilted his head questioningly towards the two while looking at Phil.

Phil continued to look bemused as he explained, “They are both angry because they are trash duty after trying to steal all of Niki’s muffins.”

Tommy grumbled as he munched on a chocolate chip muffin. “We weren’t stealing! We were saving them from everyone else!” Phil shook his head exasperated while Ranboo chuckled at their misfortune. Scott grinned slightly in understanding and mirth.

He and Ranboo grabbed breakfast before sitting down with the group, seemingly to be the last ones. Ranboo grabbed a poppy seed muffin with a bowl of fruit. The duel-eyed human had a glass of milk as well. Scott grabbed a blueberry muffin, opting for something light this morning. He also had a glass of apple juice to go with it.

Once everyone was settled, Phil started to speak. “Ranboo, you’ll go meet up with Techno. He’s in Med Bay with Wilbur. You’ll be learning about Imposters.” Scott froze mid-bite when he heard that. Said teen fist pumped.

“Yes!” Ranboo quickly inhaled the rest of his food before hopping out of his seat. The other two protested. “Can’t we go with him? Come on Phil, please?” They begged, both giving puppy eyes.

Phil eyed the two before he sighed fondly. “Fine, you little shits,” The three teens began to move towards the door, but Phil stopped them with his voice. “But Tubbo and Tommy when it’s over, you two still need to clean out the trash shoots.” Both boys groaned but nodded as they left.

Scott snapped out of his stupor as Phil turned to him. “You will be with me in Navigation today, Scott,” Phil said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind but I could use an extra set of eyes reading me coordinates.”

“No, of course not. I’ll happily be with you today.” Scott said with a kind smile, though it was slightly strained. Thankfully, Phil didn’t seem to notice as he smiled back. “Great, but before we go to navigation, let's clean this up.”

Together they stood up, gathering all the plates from the teens and themselves, and brought them to the kitchen. There was a silence between them, neither speaking as Scott washed the dishes while Phil dried and put them away. The imposter’s mind was buzzing with activity, wandering with intrusive thoughts. Part of him whispers that Phil knows what he is, another part is confident that this is just another day. A tiny part of him is happy to spend time with another member of his pod. Scott shook off that thought as he focused on the mind-numbing task in front of him.

It was far too soon when all the dishes were gone from the sink. Phil and Scott began the trek to navigation, their footsteps echoing around the metallic hallways. They passed weapons, where Niki was working on fixing a blaster that an asteroid damaged. Then they passed O2 where Jack was seemingly going over the oxygen systems. Finally, they reached Navigation with Phil humming a tune as Scott followed anxiously.

Phil turned to him and clapped his hands together. “Usually, I would have Techno help me, but he needed to educate Ranboo as his apprentice. I apologize that this was suddenly pushed on you.” The captain said sheepishly. “It’s simple. You just need to read off the logs and I’ll record them and organize them.”

The cyan-haired imposter nodded and replied, “Yeah, I can do that. And it is completely fine.”

Phil grinned, “Great. We can get started right away.”

The green crewmate pulled up a time sheet of automated logs and pulled another document up. He instructed Scott to read them off to him, which Scott did without question. But Scott couldn’t get his mind off the earlier conversation. So after doing logs for an hour, there was a pause as Phil pulled up more time sheets.

Scott piped up, “You mentioned Imposters earlier, what are your options on them?” The cyan-haired man watched as his captain froze for a second before, he turned to him. Phil had this hard expression on, making Scott gulp silently. He wondered if he’d regret asking this.

Phil continued to have this stony expression on as they remained tense and silent as he contemplated his answer. Finally, Phil spoke, “Scott, I am going to be honest with you. An imposter killed my wife when the boys were young.” The tone he said it in was emotionless.

Scott felt as if he was just punched in the gut. If Phil ever found out, he would be tossed out of the airlock for sure. All he could utter was, “I’m sorry for your loss.” He bowed his head in respect.

Phil nodded, “Thank you,” He had this distant look on his face, “But there is more. You see, my boys and I wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for an imposter as well.” Scott glanced up, with a distinct head tilt. Phil was staring out into the stars. “The imposter fought the one that killed my wife. He allowed time for my boys and me to escape the ship we were on. We would have died on that ship if he didn’t.” Phil confessed.

Scott frowns a bit. “Phil, I’m sorry for bringing it up, you don’t have to continue.” The cyan-suited imposter reassured him. In truth, Scott was interested in finding out Phil’s answer but didn’t want him to suffer bad memories. With a sudden blink and then a sigh, Phil answered, “I think if I ever met an imposter again, it would be too soon. But if I did, I truly hope they will be like the one that saved the rest of my family.”

Scott nodded silently, wondering if he fell into that category. Would he fight Owen if it came down to it? He didn’t have much time to contemplate it as a scream rang out from O2.

Instantly, both Scott and Phil began to rush to the room. The moment they turned the corner, they saw Niki, holding Jack in her arms as she desperately held a wound in his stomach shut. Blood decorated the ground and splattered against the walls. Phil rushed to Nikk’s side, Scott following right behind. Jack was semi-conscious but was out of it.

“We need to get him to the med bay,” Phil instructed. “Niki, you hold the wound shut, me and Scott will carry him carefully.” Nikki nodded, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “Scott, grab his shoulders, I’ll grab his legs.” Nodding, he grabbed Jack’s shoulders.

“On three, lift,” Phil commanded.

“One, Two, Three.”

Scott raised Jack as Phil instructed. Nikki kept a tight hold on his stomach, her gloved hands covered in Jack’s blood. Scott carried the blue crewmate as fast as Nikki and Phil allowed, his stomach churning with guilt as blood droplets fell to the floor of the cafeteria. He looked away, catching Phil’s concerned glance out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t deserve his concern, he was supposed to do this, but Owen had to do it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. God, Owen. How is he going to explain this to him. He couldn’t hurt these humans. Maybe he could convince him that they could kill another crew instead. Possibilities ran through his head as he continued to hurry Jack to the med bay.

When they entered, he was surprised to find everyone else, including Owen in the med bay. Everyone turned to look at them when they walked in. A flash of annoyance crossed Owen’s face before it was gone, a look only Scott could catch as he and Phil laid Jack down in the bed.

“Wilbur!”

“On it!” Wilbur responded to Phil as he began to rush around. “Everyone out! I need to work.”

With that, everyone except Nikki, Phil and Wilbur were ushered out of the room, with Phil’s parting words being, “Everyone go back to your rooms. As of right now, we are all going to be in pairs until we know the cause of this.” Phil stared down Scott as he spoke, and it took everything in his power not to squirm. Owen led him back to their shared room, protecting him from the gaze of Phil.

Once the door of their room was shut, Owen grinned. “I got one, Scott!” He said happily. Scott stared at his hands then up at him in disbelief at his joy.

“I know! How could you do that!?” Scott exclaimed, confusing Owen. “They are a tight-knit crew, they are going to know!” He said it as an excuse. Owen rolled his eyes as he climbed onto his bunk and sat there.

“They won’t figure it out until it’s too late. If we kill pink and green tomorrow, then it’ll be easy pickings.” Owen lay down with his hands under his head.

Scott felt himself pale as he realized that Owen had everything planned out already. When Owen had a goal set, there was not changing it. He swallowed and when to speak when the door opened behind them. Both looked over to see a shocked looking Tommy.

He had heard everything.

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writing-oof · 9 months

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I May Be Small (...But?) But I Do Like Carrots

Day Three: (People and Situations Wheel!) I got Niki + Techno for people and Niki and Tiny OSMP Technoblade (what a coincidence!)

MerNiki and Rabbit Techno (tw: scared rabbit, briefly?)

Niki wakes up to a rabbit on her rock.

It's not technically hers, the same way that Tommy's tree branch perch and Ranboo's patch of grass aren't technically theirs.

Usually, it isn't a problem to get someone to leave. Niki just reminds them that it's her rock and that's the end of it.

Unfortunately, though, that doesn't really apply to the wildlife. Technically, she could just nudge the little rabbit away, but it looks so peaceful with its tiny eyes shut in sleep as it soaks up the sun.

She would feel bad about making it move, especially since it's practically her if she were a rabbit, a nice soft pink a few shades lighter than her hair.

Bun-niki would be a pretty good name for it, she decides, swimming up to the shore to watch it with her head resting on her arms.

It's nose twitches, every so often, and its ears flick at the chirping birds in the lakeside woods.

Niki only remembers to stop watching it when it twitches a few times at nothing. She's woken up some of her friends that way too; some things just know when they're being watched, apparently.

Rabbits, it seems, are no exception.

The rabbit's nose twitches and it sneezes, soft and quiet, before blinking its eyes awake.

Niki, of course, immediately feels terrible, like she's gone and flicked a guppy in the face with her tail.

She feels worse when a moment later the rabbit meets her gaze and lets out a startled noise, scrambling back so hard its legs get tangled under it and it falls onto its back.

She pulls up out of the water a bit, leaning on her forearms to peer closer in concern.

This does not go over well with the rabbit.

It rushes backwards, scrambling wildly until it runs into a rock, with its ears pressed back tightly against its skull.

She doesn't know a lot about rabbits, but that's a pretty universal signal of "fuck no."

The poor thing seems pretty scared, scared of Niki, so she leans back into the water again to give it some space.

"You're okay," she says, feeling awful for scaring it so much, "I'm not going to hurt you, little rabbit."

The rabbit seems pretty skeptical, making a funny noise that probably translates to some variation of "go away."

When she's scared, she likes to hold her stones. She wishes rabbits could hold stones, or she'd give him one in apology.

"Oh!" she says, making the rabbit stomp at the ground, "Sorry, sorry! But I know just the thing!"

She dives under the waves, reaching into one of her chests and zooming back to the surface.

The rabbit hasn't left yet, thank goodness. She still has time to make things right.

She holds out a handful of carrots and asks, "Would you like one?"

The rabbit's ears come untucked, flicking a bit.

Then, in a flash, there is no longer a rabbit on the shore.

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"Carrots," the person demands with a hungry and almost desperate look.

Niki holds out the handful with a tentative smile and before she can blink the rabbit is holding them close to his chest, munching on one while glaring at her. He crunches at the carrots almost angrily, rabbit ears, pink hair, overalls, and all.

"Um...hi," she tries with a hesitant smile.

He stops munching just long enough to make a face and reply with a terse, "Hello."

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If Niki could turn bigger, she definitely wouldn't stay small when she was scared of something that might eat her.

But, for some people, being surprised makes them stuck shifted.

She can't imagine being stuck so tiny! Everything would be terrifying if she were as small as Sneeg, or Techno sometimes. Especially if she didn't have any friends to keep her safe yet.

It's a good thing it was her that surprised Techno and not something like a snake.

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Not Canon Bits:

[Techno-Tommy-reverse. Bird boi is big and bunny boi is itty]

"Fight me."

"No! You're two feet tall."

"Coward."

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Niki's first impression with the new guy is...not the best.

In her defense, how was she supposed to know he could shift into a rabbit?

She thought rabbit hybrid just meant he had ears, or something!

So, when she saw a perfectly tasty-looking rabbit hopping awfully close to her favorite spot to swim, she pounced on the opportunity...literally.

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"And to think something so small could still be so much better than you."

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Niki is not going to eat the new guy.

Unfortunately, it does not seem that the new guy has been told as much.

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bee-dot-exe · 3 months

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Hi! Been a second since I wrote DSMP stuff. But I saw a post from @elmhat advertising @sixteenth-day-event and thought it would be really fun. I'm also tagging @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters because I think she'll like it a lot. The prompt I got was Niki talks to Wilbur about resentment and I think I came up with a pretty cool thing. Enjoy!

Once Upon A Time

Oh boy, there's angst and sadness and death is discussed, it's so good.

591 words

Niki was probably seeing things. Right? That wasn't really him standing across the way.

They looked like Wilbur, they had the same curly chocolate hair and a beanie.

They sounded like Wil, they had the same laugh that was soft and bubbly and made flowers grow.

But she was just seeing things. Like a mirage. Or a ghost.

"Hello!"

Their voice was half an octave higher and danced with reverberation.

They had on a yellow sweater with a cloudy blue stripe that looked wet across the chest.

Their skin was pale and had a soft grey tint.

"Are you okay?"

"But- you- Wil?"

"Kind of!"

"Kind of?"

"I used to be Wil!"

"You you you- used to be?"

"Mhm! I'm Ghostbur!"

"Ghos- you're Ghostbur. You're dead. I mean, obviously you're dead, I watched it happen, but you're really dead."

"I guess I am."

"You're dead, you died, why did you die?"

"I don't, um, really remember."

"Not- not how. Why did you die? You- you just- you told him-"

Niki's chest hurt. It was tight. The air she was trying to pull into her lungs was really far away.

The edges around her vision was kind of blurry and felt like a dream.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm- no- I'm not really."

"Oh, I'm sorry, is there anything I can do or someone I can get?"

"You're so selfish."

"Huh?"

"You're selfish. You died. You're dead. You died and didn't think about any of us before who were your friends or who cared and you didn't think about us watching it happen and you didn't think about it impacting us at all. Now you're dead."

"I-"

"I'm angry. I'm angry and hurt and heartbroken and confused and sick."

"I don't-"

"How is this real? This can't be real. What is happening?"

"Can I-"

"You're dead, Wil, you're actually dead."

"But I'm not-"

"I know you're not Wilbur! If we're being honest, I think Wilbur really died a long time ago! He was selfish for doing this and you are selfish for being here and I am selfish for believing anything could be different!"

Niki was screaming, she had been for a bit, but it dissolved into all the air that somehow reached her lungs going right back out and slicing the air like a sword or axe or scythe and tears that ran down her face fast and warm and salty.

Her legs collapsed beneath themselves at some point, and she was sitting on the ground, and Wil- Ghostbur, who had been standing watching silently, had joined her and very slowly reached forward to hold Niki into his chest as she cried.

When the air was a little less thick and easier to catch and the tears only trickled down her face, she raised her head and looked at the boy with the same brown curly hair and smile lines at the corner of his mouth who was holding her, but it wasn't warm.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I didn't mean it."

She said as she wiped an eye with the back of her fist.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't know what all the other me did, but that sounded like it hurt, I think you needed it."

"I miss you."

He knew what she meant.

"I know."

They stood up after a few more minutes, then parted ways, and Niki was right, the blue stripe on his sweater was wet, because now she had a matching one on her shirt from being held by her old friend.

#mcyt #dsmp #niki nihachu #wilbur soot #ghostbur #sixteenthdayevent #fanfic #creative writing

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emi-writings · 1 year

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I have an idea for a c!Niki-centric fanfic. I am actually really excited for it, it’s a fantasy/fae AU, I have so many ideas of plot things that I don’t want spoil!

The only thing I am really concerned about is how well it will be received, considering it’s c!Niki-centric and not tntduo-centric…

But I have ideas!

#niki nihachu #nihachu #fanfic #nihachu fanfic #niki nihachu fanfic #why have fae aus taken over my life?#either way this fic idea...#niki gets to be badass but it won't be easy #or fun for her #but that's just a basic story structure right?

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viisator · 9 months

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Occasus Solis

Pairings: Nishimura Riki X F!Reader

Genre: Angst.

Warning: None.

Description: Ni-ki is your boyfriend since middle school, it all started when his friends started shipping and teasing the both and it turned out Ni-ki had a crush on you since day one. Until you both go into a university you have each other's back, until it's finally time to graduate, to plan for your lives. But it seems like God has different plans. You may not be the one he'll spend all the rest of his life with, but you're still the one whom his heart embraced up until he grows old and his hair as grey as your time.

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Word count: 785 words.

++This fic is originally a Ni-ki and Sunoo fanfic, but I noticed it never got quite the attention I hoped for, and it was also written in taglish, so no wonder nobody read it. So I made this!! Enjoy!!++

Occasus Solis - "sunset ˈsənˌset" in Latin.

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I watch you and admire you this close. I hear you gasping looking at the setting sun, and I mindlessly stare at your twinkling eyes of stars, I sometimes wonder, "How can someone be this lovely?" Then I realized, maybe because you are the sunshine, that's why I can't take my eyes off of you, but also pains my eyes whenever I look at you, and they'll eventually water.

"Riki my Love, why are you crying?" Your voice ring through my ears, but it never went away, it just keep on repeating, repeating the wonders of your voice.

"Nothing Love, just wondering things..." I answered you with my almost breaking voice, trying to swallow the lumps of my throat that were trying so hard to stop me from spitting my thoughts out, with my hot tears running down my face, you stare at me, dropping your smile, then when the sunset lights hit your face, it made me realize our time is too short. For all people to leave, why would he pick you?

"Love...you should go rest." Those words came out of my mouth like a whisper, holding the rest of my tears from falling, and holding myself from closing my eyes, scared that you might suddenly fade away, scared that you might leave anytime soon, scared that I won't be seeing those wonderful twinkly eyes of yours that a person would not stop from staring at till those eyes of them burn, and that specific person is those eyes that it's been staring at now. I wonder, what if it was me, the one who'll go away, you might have the same feelings I've been holding for these past few months, I shouldn't have gone home, I shouldn't have left you, I shouldn't have believed you when you told me that you'll be fine, but in the end, you're not.

"Love...maybe- " your sentence was cut off by those silent cries of yours that made my throat burn even further, then you close your eyes, open them once again and look at me with your smile that hides your eyes.

"Maybe God saw that it's not now, there must be a next time, maybe it's not the right time yet, maybe this is a second chance for us to start a new life...in another world, in another time, and maybe in another body. ..but hopefully, never another us, and maybe God picked me first, Love." You told me those words, with a smile but your tears are falling. I kinda blame the sunset for making it so perfect for goodbyes.

"Why-....why you-" My breath was cut off with hiccups, I have now been hiccuping, forcing my cracked-up voice to come out, preventing myself from breaking any further, but I've seen more than enough of you breaking every day, every day you got thinner, every day you got less energetic, and every day those days end, our time got even shorter.

"We can't predict the future, but predicting it won't help, you'll just have to let it flow for how it is, and we have nothing to do with it." Now you're whipping my tears away, while your own eyes gleam with the sunset lights and sparkly tears that are too beautiful to be the end.

"What if-...what if- if there is no next life? What if I can't find you? What if we're born at the wrong time? Y/n what if it's the last time I'll be with you?" The last question made me cry harder and louder, and I am now trying to catch my breath.

" Just wait, and if you can still love...then don't be afraid to try and love someone new, it'll not make me angry nor sad Riki... it'll make me happier, that maybe there is something that'll make you happy, whenever reincarnation is real or not try to be happy in this life, because we cannot predict the future, so be happy even without me." You told me that, and I can still remember how perfectly shone those orange-purplish hews of lights hit your bright eyes with crystal tears flown by it.

But now I can't even look at you laying down there, at once looking so peaceful, but I am dreadful, I am hollow, I'm nothing but a body that's moving. I can't even go to where you are, and by any day's close, you'll be buried down, and hopefully be in a place where you and I will meet again, waiting, and hopefully somewhere where the sun rises with you, Sunshine.

I hope to meet you again, when the time favours us, finally and hopefully, my Sunshine.

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