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Oh @rosesnink , I adored reading this. It's the love story of our beloved parents, Vincent Foredale & Mary Mills. Our poor parents from Desire & Decorum who deserved better. I wish they were happy and united. I wish they were together with their unborn daughter, but fate had other plans. Such a sad and angsty story 😭 Mr. Ernest Sinclaire on his side as a true friend. Also, I didn't expected him to be already married and with a child when Vincent's & Mary's daughter is still unborn 🤔 Such a huge age difference? I actually thought Ernest Sinclaire would be a child in that time. Whatever. Good fic!!

Bet On Us (Mary x Vincent) [DDAW]

Summary: Vincent and Mary are happily married at God's eyes at last,even if their wedding was secret... What's the cost they'll have to pay for their actions?

Word Count: 841

Tagging: Hosts @hellospunkiebrewster @mrsbriarmarlcaster @choicesregencygeek

@lady-kato @amomentofsinclairity @melodyofgraves @pixieferry @indiacater

In a quiet forest,where the leaves fell and the squirrels squeaked and ran and the birds sang,you could hear some giggles deep in the forest.

In a mini house, Mary Mills's giggle was like a bell,a morning breeze,an angelic sound. She was in her undergarments, in the bed as Vincent,who was pinning her down gently,his lips finding her skin and... Making the sound of a fart in her shoulder,making her shriek and twinkle her body vigorously.

“Vincent!”She said, her giggles never fading “Someone will catch us!”She managed to say meanwhile her now husband was making little farts on her chest “Stop!”She shrieked,her hands finding his black hair and trying to push him away “I have to come back to keep doing normal life”Vincent looked up to her adoringly and said “Or you can come with me”He said. She crooked an eyebrow and said “How so?”

“Think about it! If my father approves you,I will be the Earl of Edgewater and you shall be my countess! We could rule a whole estate together,make it a better place,rise children together... Can you picture it?”He said,his hands taking Mary's. Her eyes were closed,a smile on her face. “It's worth a shot indeed,my dear”She acceded.

彡彡彡彡彡彡

As the day was settling on the Edgewater estate,Mary and Vincent's joyous faces lightened up every inch of darkness. Their were holding hands,never leaving each other's.

As they came in,Dominique arched an eyebrow at them,but saw that smile on his son: they'd surely talk later.

But it didn't came as planned. As Mary got out of the manor,Vincent followed her despite Bishop Monroe's complains.

“Mary! Wait! Mary!”She turned around to face him as she asked,both mad and sad “This is it? All over because of some daddy issues? I should have known better. I bet you already have a bride” Vincent looked at her,hopeless “Mary,I love you. Please,fight for us”He begged

“I can't. I want to,but he could sink me within a second!”She said “And... I do have something to loose”She murmured. She fought back tears and bite her lip “I can't fight for you,Vincent. Not now”She said,walking outside the estate.

“Why you say that? You're Mary Mills,the strongest woman I have ever met! You mustn't give up now!”Vincent said,confused and hurt. Why would she give up so easily? What was she trying to protect?

Or who...

“Mary,look at me”He said, his gaze tembling and with hope “Are you–are you with child?”Her gaze fixed on her skirts and then she bite her lip,nodding sadly,quivering of pain and loss.

This was bad. What on earth would she do now,with a nule marriage and a child that would be called a bastard? It'd be painful for the creature to come in such a cruel world.

“I... Thought for a moment that the promise I made you on our wedding night would be forever. That the odds bet on us. That they were in our favor. But I guess this was never God's will”Mary said. Vincent hugged her tight,sobbing of pain and sorrow. Mary hugged him even tighter,her heart heavy and her breath hard. He embraced her as his hands wandered on her belly,kissing her hand,her temple,her nose,her belly and finally her lips. Both their mouths were salty and the their kiss was passionate and yet hopeless.

“Mary...”

“Goodbye,Vincent”She said,breaking the embrace and leaving the state,her skirts flying on one side,as the sun set down to let pass the moon,her silhouette became black,then blurry and then... Nothing.

Vincent couldn't bear it. He dropped on his knees,silent tears on his eyes. Dominique raced towards him as Mr Sinclaire and his wife,Lydia,with their son born Ernest on Lydia's arms cried,knowing the situation very well. Both Mr Sinclaire and Dominique put a hand on each of his shoulders,trying to reassure him. Lydia gave him a knowing look,calming her son. He looked at his friend as he hugged him,crying finally. Mr Sinclaire patted his back.

“There,my friend. Let it out. I'm here”He reassured him. Dominique tried to hug him,but he stated “Do not touch me,mother” Dominique backed,hurt by his words. Lydia squeezed his arm,with her son on her other arm,who was snaked on her body. He patted the little boy's head affectionately and said “Don't worry about me,I will be fine. I have to”

And with that,he got into the Manor,all his dreams and hopes down,but one purpose at hand: be a better man and,maybe,just maybe,be the father for his child he never had.

#playchoices #mary mills #vincent foredale #angst #choices #desire & decorum #noe

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ladylamrian-reblogs · 3 months

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As a Nik Ryder lover, I really adored reading about the love between your Main Character and fluff Cal Lowell. So romantic, I want to faint. Loved to read it. And Cal playing the piano makes him more romantic. Glad you added this in your fanfic. And the cute little pixies joined Aurelie. It must have been a magical night. Aurelie is a truly beautiful name. She is also a fae royalty and the couple waltzed in the night. Cal being a gentleman. Please write more for Nightbound ❤️

Dance féerique

(A magical bayou waltz)

Pairing: Cal Lowell x Aurélie Bajolière (f!mc)

Choices Nightbound

Rating: general (fluff)

Wordcount: 700 words

Image credit: madsmikkelsen7161 on pinterest

Tags: @choicescommunityevents for the faeries event 🧚‍♀️ @choicesficwriterscreations

It’s an unusually cool evening in the bayou. Aurélie sits on the small wooden dock behind the cozy home she now shared with Cal and his brother Donny. She looks up at the starry sky, her toes trailing lazily in the balmy water.

They had opened all the windows to let the refreshing breeze flit gently through the house. Which meant she could enjoy her own personal concert.

Cal was seated at the piano, playing her favorite song, Chopin’s Nocturne No. 9 E major.

The soft notes float up to her, carried by the cool breeze, evoking feelings of immense tenderness for this man who had become her rock, her everything during the recent trials. Fighting terrible enemies. Realizing she was half-fae. Losing her father so soon after finally meeting him. Dying.

Sometimes she’d wake up still wondering if the past weeks had been nothing but a fever dream.

Though tonight, resting under the immensity of the cosmos reflected in the calm waters in front of her, the beautiful melody flitting in soft waves, it felt more like a moonlit reverie.

As she gazes out into the confines of the bayou, Aurélie notices white specks of light twirling over the mirror-like water, seemingly dancing in sync with the melody.

Curious, she squints her eyes, trying to make out the dazzling forms. They slowly near the dock, floating on the wind.

As they get closer, Aurélie’s breath catches.

Tiny wood fairies!

Their shimmering, iridescent wings flutter daintily as they twirl and dance. Soon, the ethereal creatures encircle her, their giggles like soft chimes as they joyfully twirl, raise and dip all around her.

“Well, hello, you’re quite graceful.”

Aurélie smiles at the fairies. They grin and chatter, a few fluttering in her long wavy hair, tickling her, while others pull at her blouse, inviting her up.

Laughing, she complies and starts twirling around the yard along with the fairies, in absolute awe at this magical moment.

“You’re a sight to behold, ma chérie.”

Aurélie turns towards the house to find Cal leaning against the frame, observing her with a tender expression, a sparkle in his eyes.

The fairies pick up their chatter, a delicate symphony of windchimes now replacing the night’s melody. Inviting the newcomer to join their magical waltz.

“Well, what are you waiting for, handsome?”

Aurélie beckons him over, smiling playfully. Cal doesn’t need further encouragement. He tenderly gathers his girlfriend into his powerful arms and leads her into a slow waltz.

As always, Aurélie is amazed that this beast of a man is capable of such gentleness. Always so careful around her, protective, attentive to her needs and attuned to her emotions. He had captured her heart so easily with his kind soul.

And she fell in love with him all over again every day, through his many small gestures, gentle touches, daily bouquets of fresh wildflowers, private moonlit concerts. Countless little reminders that he cherished her.

The fairies seem to approve as they increase their wild ballet, surrounding the couple with their ethereal beauty, lighting up the air brighter than the billions of flickering stars.

Cal gazes fondly into his love’s sparkling blue eyes. He bends down to capture her lips in a languid kiss.

Aurélie melts into his strong arms, feeling his intense warmth envelop her. She parts her lips, inviting him in, relishing in this magical moment.

They feel a soft breeze as the fairies excitedly spin around them, then float up high into the air. They bid their farewell in melodic chimes, softly flitting into the dark woods.

Watching the little specks of light disappear, Cal murmurs, “You have such a beautiful soul, even the wood fairies want to be close to you.”

“You’re the one who drew them here with your wonderful moonlight concert.”

“Hmm… and here I thought I was playing only for ma douce moitié.” He kisses her nose. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes please. Though I’ll come sit with you. I love watching you play.”

They turn their backs to the serene bayou and its magical inhabitants as they head towards the brightly lit house.

Their home.

#dutifullynuttywitch #playchoices #choices fanfics #cal lowell #nightbound #fluff #choices

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ladylamrian-reblogs · 3 months

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Awwwww, still re-reading this @musicallisto . Your Nightbound content always makes me so happy. I admire your writing and your blog. You're such a sweet and lovely person 🩷 Thank you again for this lovely gift. We all know that the Disney movie Sleeping Beauty and Nik is currently sleeping so peacefully and beautifully. Would a kiss wake him up? Nik having it hard to express himself simply invites her for a meal after hunting together, gifts flowers... Whoopsie, a bug!! The way you described each scene feels true and real.

Hello @musicallisto , thanks for tagging me to your roadtrip game. That's so sweet of you and I feel honored. You're one of my favorite bloggers and your events are incredible. Thank you for doing this and thinking of me.

May I request a ☀️ and a 👒 + Nik Ryder + a description of me (hobbies, personality, likes & dislikes) . If only one can be requested then please the 👒 .

*Description of me can be found in your sleepover event which is linked above

Have a great summer!!! My summer break will start July 27th 2022.

from the moment we met, you have been nothing but incredibly sweet and supportive of me and I couldn't be more grateful for having you. I remember and reread your comments on my nik fics from time to time and they bring huge smiles on my face, because I can tell that they're genuine and you love Nik as much as I do! you're honestly the sole reason I haven't completely given up on choices, because nightbound holds me back <3 I wish we talked more! but alas, I am so. busy. you're so lovely, don't ever change 💜

some thoughts on your dynamic with nik ryder, from playchoices' nightbound...

okay, so nik isn't big on the lovey-dovey stuff. partly because he's been badly hurt in his past, by letting people in, but also (mostly) because that's just the way he is. and that's fine! you're willing to love him any way he wants.

but he's also willing to try. he'll pluck wildflowers from the undergrowth, when you're ghost-hunting for ivy, and gift it to you with a sheepish grin.

except he didn't notice the flower is not a flower at all, but a giant bug with colored wings, and now it really wants to take a bite out of his hand. oops.

movie night!!!! there's so many chill evenings nik needs to make up for. demon hunting doesn't lend itself to netflix & pizza dates, so you force him to sit down with you and watch your favorite movies.

you'll be halfway through the 3rd (your favorite Disney movie) when he falls asleep, and you forget the movie in the background to just watch him sleep, breathing peacefully, and brush the hair out of his handsome face. you wish these moments could last forever.

patching him up after every fight, of course. he really does make the most out of your biology/health knowledge, and he much prefers your touch over some vampire nurse who eyes his blood a little too greedily. you always lecture him for picking up so many fights... but he only does because he's sure to win them.

or at least, he knows he can call reinforcements whenever, and you'll always be here to assist him with the dirty work.

#my favorite fanfics #musicallisto #choices nightbound #nightbound #nik ryder #choices fanfics #playchoices #choices fanfiction #fluff

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ladylamrian-reblogs · 3 months

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Awwww, this was so beautiful and sweet. Well written. Even after many years, I enjoy reading this because can't get enough of Nik Ryder. Their dynamic is so sweet and hilarious. She sneaked up on him, scared him and then tried to "lift the weight off his shoulders" to make more space for herself. Sweet cuddle time!!!! And beloved Nik being not mad at her because he only wants to be with her. Nothing but her even if he has difficulties to express his feelings. Them <3

Where The Waters Gently Run (Nik x MC)

Summary: All of the magic in Lamrian is so blinding and so loud that it’s giving him a damn headache. In which an attempt to steal away for a bit of alone time is rudely interrupted, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Word Count: 840

Book: Nightbound

Pairing: Nik Ryder x MC (Verity Ash)

Author Note: This was requested by the wonderful @darley1101 for Day 3 of @kinda-iconic‘s Choices July Challenge (Peace) and is, thanks to a lovely case of technical hiccups, a day late. I am very sorry for that. A huge thank you to the amazing @ladykateofhousebeaumont who has been such a help on this one in particular. @choicesjulychallenge

The moon is slung low tonight. It hangs just beyond the curtain of water that unfurls itself over the mouth of the grotto as though trying to peer in an cast its indigo glow over the wettened stones.

Over a few trips to Lamrian, this is the only place Nik has found where the light looks right. Throughout the rest of the parallel realm, the visible spectrum inflates and shrinks like lungs drawing breath, making everything flicker and pulse and there’s a constant low hum of magic that’s enough to give any mortal a damn headache. Humans were not meant to linger here and under any other circumstances, he’d have ducked back into his own terrestrial plane ages ago.

The certain gruesome death waiting outside at least makes the threat of a migraine a little more bearable.

Nik leans back into the curve of the stone wall and runs his fingers through his sodden hair. This may be the only place in Lamrian where he can escape the chattering Fae, but he’s never heard silence this loud before. The bloodwraith won’t get in. The Fae’s wards are impenetrable, but it’s hovering out there, just as it’s hovering behind his eyelids now as he closes them. Nik Ryder has dealt with some monstrous shit, but that thing… its singular focus, its tearing shriek, its stench…

Nik huffs. He’s starting to sound like the wolf.

Even here, in a little at the cavern at the colony’s edge – where the stone is carpeted with moss, and where the scent is not of blood but of honeyed flowers, and where the only noises are the chirrups of strange birds and the flow of water so muffled by air heavy with magic that it makes little more sound than billowing silks – even here the wraith lurks in his head as surely as if it had been prowling just beyond that waterfall.

“Found you.”

Nik’s eyes snap open as he lurches to his feet, which immediately slip from under him on the wet stone. He stumbles into the pool below with a yell.

“Rook!”

She’s grinning at him as she reaches out a hand to help him up, which he takes without hesitation. It’s perfectly dry. In fact, all of her his perfectly dry.

“How in the fuck did you do that?”

She frowns, his hand still in hers. “Do what?”

Walk right in here without making a sound? Walk right in here through a damn waterfall without making a sound or getting at all wet? Find me here in the first damned place?

“… Never mind.” Half Fae, Ryder. Half Fae. This is her dominion.

Raising an eyebrow, Verity takes a sea and pats the stone surface beside her. He sits too.

“Thought I could grab a moment alone, but you won’t even let me have that, huh?”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’. “Not when you stomped off muttering like that.

“I’d have thought you’d have been too busy getting to know your new family to bother.”

“Ah. Well, they told me that apparently Fae don’t actually have wings and I can’t secretly fly. So I decided to sack it off for a packet of peanuts.”

“That’s not –”

“So what are you hiding from?”

“If I said you, would you go away?”

“Yes, but you’re not going to.”

He looks at her, at her knowing smile, and grimaces. No. No, he’s not.

“Someone needs to plan how we’re going to get rid of that thing and I couldn’t do that with everyone bothering me, so I came to find some space to think.”

For a moment, Verity appraises him silently. Then, she kneels up and shuffles over to him. She cups the air beside his head in her hands and raises them, groaning through gritted teeth as she does.

“What in all the hells are you doing?”

“Lifting… the weight… off your…” She throws her hands to the side with a grunt. “Shoulders. Wow! There was a lot on there!”

Before he can stop himself, Nik lets out a bark of laughter and Verity beams.

“Better.” Sitting back beside him, she sidles close and rests her head on his shoulder.

“Wait, I thought you were taking weight off of there.”

“Well yeah, I had to make room for me, didn’t I.”

You were already there, he doesn’t say. Needing to keep you safe is the heaviest weight of all of them and the one load I’ll never be able to shed. Or want to.

There’s always room for you there, he doesn’t say. No matter how much is resting on there, I can always take a bit more.

Instead, he just wraps an arm around her shoulders and lets her nestle closer as they look out through the sheet of water to the moon.

Verity’s hair tickles his nose as he rests his head on top of hers, filling his lungs with a warm scent not unlike caramel and sage.

Once again, Nik closes his eyes. The space behind remains mercifully dark.

And the whole world is, however briefly, quiet.

#my favorite fanfics #nightbound #nik ryder #playchoices #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #choices #fluff

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ladylamrian-reblogs · 3 months

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Nik's idea of letting her play the violin to enjoy and distract herself was so caring of him. I loved re-reading this. Pure fluff!!! She made his heart melt. Because she played for him.

Like Nothing I’ve Ever Known (NikxF!MC)

Do you ever just hear some songs and you get an idea for a fic? Well that’s the case here. There is no timeline in my fics, so yeah. My mc’s name is Zia.

Asked to be tagged: @griselda1121

579 Words

“I took years of violin lessons…these fingers are like lightning.”

Nik recalls what Zia had said the night they took the rings from the goblins as Garrus hands her a violin. Garrus had asked Zia if she wanted to perform since the usual entertainment was running late. At first, Zia tried to tell him that she only played the violin and wouldn’t be able to find one. Lo and behold, he had one stashed away. She then tried to say that his customers might not be the right crowd for the piece she planned to play; Garrus only encouraged her further, Krom and Ivy agreeing with him.

Nik remained silent, only giving her an encouraging smile when she looked to him for help. “Alright, fine!” Zia sighed, giving up and taking the violin from Garrus. Nik murmured to Garrus as Zia set up on the small stage, “Thanks for encouraging her. This could serve as a distraction from everything that’s been going on recently, if only for a while.” Garrus responds by placing a drink in front of Nik before walking to the other end to help another customer.

After Zia introduces herself to the crowd, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as she begins to play.

A sorrowing tune begins to float throughout the bar. Nik notices as Zia puts emotion into every movement of the bow. As Nik casually looks around, he can see a few people clinging to their glass tightly, silent tears falling. For others, they drink away any painful memory that comes up as Zia continues to play. It’s as if Zia is playing for those who have sorrow, dread, or heartbreak in mind.

Nik finds himself staring at Zia, watching as her hands glide, playing for these strangers, playing for herself…playing for Nik. He notices a tears roll slowly down her cheek and he finds himself wanting to go to her. But he can’t. Not yet.

As he continues to watch Zia play, he can’t help but think about how the world has shifted ever since he met her. He used to see the world in gray; but now, he sees the world in color, because of Zia. She brought color into his life and there was no way he was going to let anyone hurt her.

Suddenly, there’s a loud sound of applause and Nik is snapped out of his thoughts. Zia bows, a light blush tinting her cheeks. She returns the violin to Garrus before sitting on the bar stool next to Nik. “It’s been a while since I performed in front of a crowd, how’d I do?” Nik can’t help but tease, “I’d say from the immediate applause, that you did great, rookie.”

Zia rolls her eyes but Nik catches the blush that spreads across her cheeks before she turns to order a drink. Nik reaches out and grabs her hand, “Hey, you really did great.” Zia smiles bashfully as she turns to face him.

“I know I was supposed to entertain Garrus’ customers but, I was mostly playing for you, Nik.” Zia admits. Nik smiles and hesitantly reaches out to her. He gently cups her face and rests his forehead on hers, “That makes me happy to hear.” They stay like that for a few moments longer before Nik pulls away, clearing his throat, “Anyway, I’ll buy the next round and then we have to hit the hay, we have a long day ahead of us.”

#playchoices #nightbound #nik ryder #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #my favorite fanfics #choices #fluff #emotional

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ladylamrian-reblogs · 3 months

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Oh Nik baby... Why don't you admit the hidden feelings? You're clearly jealous. She's more than a job to you, Nik. Poor Zia. So sad. Love re-reading the fanfic again. That's so them.

Not Jealous (NikxF!MC)

I really like Nik’s character and wanted to write a small fic about his jealousy. This will be a bit of an alternate ending to chapter four. I still don’t know his character very well so bear with me please. My MC’s name is Zia.

409 Words

After the whole ordeal with Cal and Donny, Nik and Zia walk back to his place in awkward silence. They were fine earlier when they danced together but then his demeanor changed when Zia had wandered off with Katherine. Nik was furious and scolded Zia for wandering off, exclaiming that he thought he had lost her.

At the moment, Zia had brushed it off, “I’m here now, aren’t I?” Nik had just simply shook his head and focused back on the fighting ring.

Now, however, it was just the two of them; nothing to buffer between them. Zia asks tentatively, “Did you want to talk about what happened back there?” Nik ignores her at first, taking off the stuffy jacket he had on. “Nik, I know you’re my bodyguard but you can’t keep me on a leash.”

Nik sighs, running a hand through his hair, “First you stay behind to talk to Luc, then you sneak around with Katherine…” Zia walks closer to him, waiting for him to look at her. Once he does, she asks, almost slyly, “Nik, are you jealous?”

She leans by him, one hand on her waist and the other leaning on the couch. A blush tints his cheeks as he stands abruptly, avoiding her gaze. Nik busies himself with pouring a drink for himself as he responds, “I’m not jealous. It’s just, it’s hard to keep an eye on you when you disappear.” Zia is about to retort when he continues, “Besides, there is nothing to be jealous of. I’m your bodyguard, nothing more.”

Zia asks a bit angrily, “So that’s it then? I’m just another job to you? What about what happened earlier on the dancefloor?” Nik feels his face grow hotter as he tries to come up with an excuse, “I thought it’d be a fun distraction for you. I’ll keep myself from doing anything of the sort next time.”

“Why can’t you admit that there’s something starting between us?” Zia walks up to Nik, trying to get him to look at her. Nik sighs, “The only thing that matters, is me keeping you alive. Protecting you is my top priority, nothing else is.” Zia let’s out an almost inaudible sob before leaving to lock herself in the bathroom.

When Nik hears the water run, he lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Zia.”

Zia couldn’t bring herself to say her true feelings aloud, while Nik couldn’t let himself think about them.

#my favorite fanfics #playchoices #nightbound #nik ryder #choices fanfics #choices fanfiction #choices #angst #heartbreak

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May I read this again and again and again? Because my heart and soul need this. @lawrencebarkley , my friend, what have you done to me??!! The first chapter of the series made me emotional and feel things. My feelings were played with, what was that??!! Truly a masterpiece you wrote which makes me want to cut all my own writings and delete my fics. 😢 Why did Niamh leave Cal like this? Why??!! Lady Thalissa, you broke my heart, why did you do this to Niamh???!!! 😭 Please, Cal, be with Niamh again. Xander seems pretty (Ooooh, "Lord" Xander and head of the military, impressive) and I love Nik, but while reading I realized there can't be anyone better for Niamh than fluffy, soft Cal. How could he change like this?? Did he seriously ask Nik why he brought her? Why he brought Niamh, the woman he loved and shared a bed with. And having a fight with my Nik and moving so fast forward to be with some wolf-lady together and becoming the alpha when he only wanted a peaceful life with Niamh. He completely changes and acts like he doesn't know anything while Nik is still supporting Niamh as a friend even though he didn't like her leaving home (lol, he stripped his clothes off for her to get answers). Why did Niamh do this without telling her beloved friends? It's been more than a year now, what happened to Katherine and Vera? And Lady Smoke, lol. Wait, could Lady Smoke and/or possibly be Tialo behind this (if he survived and wants revenge). And that mysterious plant, hmmmm... Awww, Niamh will be a Queen 👑 Love the abilities and magic skills you gave her. And also the knowledge she got. She studied hard. But every time she talks royal stuff, she sounds so emotionless, like hypnotized. Hopefully, the royal court treats her well. And Garrus... I like him. And Nik ❤️❤️ Nik was so HOT as he turned Niahm around and moved her hair to the side. I don't know ut it's hot

one: let's meet again, for the first time

Pairing: currently ambiguous, f!MC (Niamh) x Cal, f!MC (Niamh) x (m!OC) Xander

Book: Nightbound

Word count: 3450

Rating: T

Warnings: cursing, mention of drugs

Category: (according to choices) horror; short-series, supernatural, romance

A/n: I'm not sure how my brain works and I don't think I want to find out, but this was first inspired by toss a coin to a witcher, but here we are. Bon appétit.

I’ve teased about writing it for years (literally), so I’m just as surprised as those of you who remember me talking about it, that I’m actually publishing it 😂

Quick introduction:

Initially, Niamh stayed in NOLA for a few months but eventually left

Throughout the events of the book, Niamh and Cal did not romance each other, but they had a short-lived fling several weeks after the fight with Thomas

By any means, I do not promise to be faithful to the original in terms of... anything. If something is not as it was in the book, it's because I deliberately changed it.

Setting: a year after the events of Nightbound

Tag list: @ladylamrian @lazypartridge @ginnyginsposts @brycesgirl @cashweasel @lilyoffandoms @choicesficwriterscreations (if you wish to be added or taken off the list, dm me! as usual, sorry if I forgot about someone)

pinterest boards for the vibes: niamh | cal | xander | crystaval / lamrian

Nothing can prepare you for grief. There is no handbook of conduct, and it does not get easier the second time.

Until forced to spend hours by herself in a spacious chamber, Niamh never thought of her as a survivor or as bearing any trauma. It was half past midnight by New Orleans’ time, the air was heavy and suffocating despite the downpour outside. She's been in Crystaval for over a year, learning the ways of conduct, history, military strategy and magic when despite Lady Avyanna’s motto of nipping one’s emotions in the bud, Niamh fell into panic. She always thought that grief only concerned those who lost someone dear to them, but having spent many hours in isolation she realised that she was grieving her old life, the one she was ready to leave behind before agreeing to stay in Crystaval.

"My Lady, a visitor has arrived."

She nodded almost imperceptibly as her eyes continued to observe the reflection in the mirror. A young woman was staring back at her, clothed in luxurious fabric, wearing a thousand-year-old jewellery, one that created the impression of a powerful, steady leader.

Straightening her back, Niamh rose up, and followed her aide towards the Grand Hall.

“Is everything ready for the announcement?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Who is the guest?”

“A young man from your birth realm. A nighthunter. He said the matter is urgent.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but her face remained impassive. The clicking of her heels reverberated in the spacious hall, blending with the happy chirping of the dwarf kingfishers, birds native to Crystaval, until a high-pitched ringing forced her to stop and lean against the wall. Alerted, Xander scanned the surroundings and, having found nobody around, placed a hand on Niamh’s back. “Breathe, Nia,” he said softly, stroking her skin.

The sense of duty threatened to blow his chest apart. Xander knew that this condition was unusual, possibly life-threatening, thus could not be taken lightly; however, Niamh made it very clear that this should stay between them. Since he was subordinate to her and not the Queen, Xander was obliged to follow the orders of the heiress to the throne.

Niamh bit her lip when the ringing became louder, clouding her mind and making her lose her balance.

“We should tell someone about this, it’s potentially dangerous and happens too frequently lately,” Xander murmured while delicately wiping the golden tears off her cheeks.

“Don’t you dare,” she threatened. “I have it under control.”

Closing her eyes, Niamh took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for her heartbeat to slow down. When she opened her eyes, she found Xander piercing her with his gaze.

“Let’s go.”

Familiar laughter echoed in the spacious room.

“What brings you to Crystaval?”

“What the actual fuck, Niamh?”

The royal guards eyed the nighthunter, looking alerted, but the blonde did not pay them any attention. Xander stepped closer, his hand already on the hilt of his dagger. Noticing the mobilisation, Niamh intervened: “At ease, he's a friend. Why don’t we step outside?”

In comparison to Crystaval, Lamrian's gardens were mundane, stale, boring even. The water had a purplish tint, the sky was adorned with two suns—Halcyona, the crimson giant, and Eirele, a smaller one, yet still bigger than Earth’s sun was slightly peachy. The scarce clouds were pink, and the air smelled of the lush greenery surrounding them. Nik found himself fascinated by the landscape, especially because he’s never been allowed to Crystaval, but his eyes never left Niamh's silhouette.

“You said you were coming back home,” Nik started, fumbling with his leather glove.

“This is my home.”

“Don't play dumb, rookie, you know damn well what I mean. All of a sudden, you decided to become, what, a queen? How come no one in the supernatural world knew about this? How is it even possible? Elric wasn't exactly that much of a big shot."

Niamh sighed quietly and began smoothing out her baby blue dress in an attempt to hide the trembling of her hands. “The throne is rightfully mine, but no, I am not a queen yet. Since Lady Thalissa preferred to remain in the colony, it became my duty to care for the folk of Crystaval as well as maintain peace among all seven realms,” she looked up and was immediately met with a pair of piercing grey eyes. “The kind fae of the Lavender City were asked to keep the new administration a secret until told otherwise, as we did not want unfit creatures knowing the authority was weak and unstable. Soon, the news will spread. I have gone through extensive teachings of Sir Xander about the history, politics, and militarization, as well as Lady Avyanna's magical training. Tomorrow, we’ll issue a statement of Crystaval’s readiness to aid other realms should they need it.”

Nik chuckled at the ridiculousness of this situation and averted his gaze, letting it fall on a peculiar looking plant, transforming right in front of his eyes. The flower’s petals were similar to regular lilies in shape, yet its colour differed from what Nik knew back from his realm. The pitch black of the petals was brought out by the elongated, luminescent cyan stamen, and the longer he looked, the more drawn into them he was.

“Don’t stare for too long, or you’ll hallucinate for several days,” Niamh warned. The nighthunter reluctantly obeyed. “Cyan Lily Regina, the hidden treasure of the realm. These stamens hide the dose of cyanide that could easily kill entire kingdoms. The most dangerous poison in all seven realms.”

Nik coughed. “I assume Sir Xander is the one watching me like a hawk?”

“Yes. He’s the royal advisor and the head of the army, you can trust him.”

“Sure I can,” Nik mumbled mockingly and lowered his voice to make Xander’s eavesdropping job much harder. “Niamh, what actually happened?”

“Queen Nymeria of Crystaval visited me in a vision two weeks after I left and requested that I visit her urgently. During the meeting, she explained that my father was her son, fourth in line to the throne. The rest of her children died under the attack of Svarvali tribes two days before she contacted me, which made me the last rightful heiress.”

“Elric must've been the long-lost child, I suppose,” Nik commented, gathering his thoughts. Ever since it was brought to his attention that Niamh might have indeed resided in either Lamrian or Crystaval, he began studying the fae’s politics, history, developing an unhealthy obsession with the royal bloodline. He noticed discrepancies within the official family tree, and according to his research, at least one heir was removed from the official data.

He made a mental note to update his notes. His gaze kept coming back to the flower.

“Her Majesty is approaching her final days. Having in mind the balance of all the realms, Lady Fate warned the Queen that she must train the heir and since I had demonstrated magical abilities, I was considered a prospective heiress immediately. Now I serve as the Queen's First Lady. With the aid of the royal advisors, I carry out Her Majesty's duties as she is no longer able to perform them. May I ask what brought you here?” Niamh resumed.

Nik squared his shoulders and sighed heavily as his fingers caressed the engraved hilt of his dagger.

“You ain't gonna like it, I'm afraid,” he admitted. “Something’s goin’ on in the bayou, it’s messing with the pack's minds," Nik continued, averting his gaze when Niamh finally looked at him. He cleared his throat. "They're nervous, angry—well, angrier than usual. Kinda hard to explain. They say they can hear the voices of their dead loved ones convincing them to give in to their primal needs, to kill, slaughter. Embrace the wolf, or some bullshit. One of them attacked a witch coven last night. They barely made it out alive."

Niamh frowned. "You came all the way here to bother the Queen about a vengeful evil spirit? It's a good thing you met me instead."

“I’ve checked every position in the bestiary, so trust me when I say it ain't no evil spirit, rook— Niamh. It's been going on for weeks, people keep disappearing and the pack's becoming a real pain in the ass, so you might wanna move your royal ass to New Orleans and play Moulder and Scully to figure out what's going on because neither me nor Kathy have a clue how to stop it. Besides, I had a hunch I might find you here.”

“You had no way of knowing that.”

“You’re underestimating my detective abilities.”

"Do you mean pestering Lady Fate for information for so long that she either gives it to you or curses you?" Niamh raised her eyebrow, smiling softly, and Nik averted his gaze yet again. She noticed a fresh scar on the left side of his face, which he skilfully hid until now. "What happened?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "Your local werewolf leader wasn't a fan of my interrogation techniques."

"Octavia isn't a fan of you as far as I remember. She probably just waited for an occasion."

His brows knitted. "Last I checked, Octavia got her ass beaten during the competition. She was licking her wounds for weeks."

"Competition?"

"Ain't you supposed to know all that's hanging in our realm?"

Niamh blushed. Indeed, she was supposed to know that, and to a great extent she did—she just didn't want to receive any updates on the NOLA werewolf pack.

Quickly realising his mistake, Nik added:

"There were two candidates and neither wanted to step down, so according to some kind of their law they had to fight for the position. Cal spared her life, which was apparently very controversial, but yeah, he won anyway."

"Cal never wanted to be the Alpha, why did he change his mind?"

He shrugged and pointed towards the scar with his finger. "Take it up with him, we ain't on the best terms."

"Very well," she agreed, breaking eye contact. "Give me fifteen minutes."

“I hate portals,” Nik mumbled and took a look around. “You took us to the bayou already, great, it’ll save us some time.”

Niamh took a look around at the familiar wooden houses, the lake she used to watch every evening as Cal promised her to see fairies there, and the common bonfire area they used to spend many nights by. Her mouth felt dry at the thought of meeting him again.

“Alrighty, so a little heads-up—the chick you see next to Cal is Vivian, his unbearable, sassy girlfriend or whatever they call it. A real bitch, if you ask me, embodies everything I hate 'bout werewolves. Massive pain in the ass, too.”

Niamh nodded, ignoring the pinch in her chest at the sight of Cal’s arm around the woman’s waist. You have no right to feel that way, she reminded herself as they made their way towards the small congregation of men. Pack meeting. She remembered how Cal would ask her to stay home until he came back from those meetings, so she wouldn't accidentally interrupt. Pack meetings were in a way sacred to the participants, but the blond nighthunter paid little attention to that detail. Following him, Niamh soon stood in front of the pack leader, giving a stern look to a wolf next to him, ready to pounce on her. Suddenly changing his mind, he backed down and others followed suit.

Nik cleared his throat. "See, I brought in help."

Holding his gaze turned out to be one of the hardest tasks she’s ever been granted. She felt her eyelids twitch and hands shake, her brain was telling her to look away and run, but as a representative of Crystaval on official business that was not an option she could use. Straightening her back, she tightened her jaw and assumed an impassive expression. Cal could hear the pounding of her heart, she knew that. There was no fooling him. However, having observed him for a few weeks, she also knew how to read him, thus it was easy for her to see his confusion and the perplexed look on his face.

"How the hell is she going to help?"

Nik's gloved hand flipped Niamh’s long hair onto her back, revealing a string of golden runes on the side of her neck, old-nymetic runes that every supernatural creature knew about and was taught to respect. The runes said as follows: a high-ranking Crystaval royal, under royal guard's protection, powerful magic wielder, dragon protector. Child of the storm. And an augury rune, mysterious and portentous.

Crystaval royals were considered a very specific, hermetic group. They were those who held true power and ruled the supernatural world in all seven realms, those whose power far exceeded even the Fate's. Extensive training and versatile knowledge made them the most skilled, knowledgeable magic wielders in the universe. Hardly ever they were to leave Crystaval so as not to meddle in ordinary affairs, all of them marked with a person specific number of ancient golden runes, unforgeable, known to everyone.

Cal remembered his mother telling him not to ever cross people with golden runes, especially those with the augury rune. He never learned what it meant, but seeing one on his ex-girlfriend’s neck worried him.

Vivian spoke up. "Do you expect us to bow? Cause wolves don't do that, especially not in front of half-bloods."

Nik's brows perked up in surprise, yet he couldn't contain a mocking chuckle. "Feisty. And stupid."

"Viv," Cal warned, growling deep in his chest, his grip tightening on her hip.

"I don't care for your bows," Niamh responded calmly, her gaze pining the woman in front of her. "However, be advised who you're speaking to, as the next time I’ll order my guard to have your head impaled and exhibited as a warning."

The coolness and self-confidence in her voice made Nik's heart skip a beat in the most negative sense of the word. Sensing the threat, Vivian, unwillingly, bowed her head a little in a gesture of apology. Cal spoke up.

"So I assume you're here about Mason. We already interrogated him, he doesn't remember much more than I've told you over the phone," he addressed Nik. "I'm afraid you came here in vain."

"That remains to be seen, our neighbourhood fae queen-to-be appears to have some new powers to show off."

"Queen?"

In her head, she punched Nik in the arm with all her might. In reality, though, her eyes shyly met Cal's and despite the sudden urge to run at the familiar warmth, she spoke up.

"Yes, Queen Nymeria's journey in the far realm is coming to an end, and I was appointed her successor."

Cal choked down the urge to say "the hell?" hearing the manner of her speech. Niamh seemed brainwashed, perhaps indeed trained to become one of the most powerful figures in the supernatural world. It wasn't the same person he woke up to every morning last year.

"Listen, it's a mystery to me too, but we have more pressing matters on our hands now, don't we?"

Cal nodded. The pack meeting was rescheduled, and he led his guests toward a small wooden cabin, hidden deeper in the forest. Mason let them in wordlessly.

Niamh observed Mason while him, Nik, and Cal gave an account of the events of the night when he "lost control" as he called it. Finally, she addressed her companions. "Isn't it similar to the case of Jimmy?"

"Jimbo," Nik corrected her. "I mean, kinda, but not entirely. Jimbo, as it turned out, was poisoned and with him being a werewolf it didn't kill him but made him go feral. Mason was aggressive, but he kept mentioning voices."

"He got into a fight with several other pack members and mauled them pretty badly, but he was still able to obey me. I'm no expert on spells and witchcraft, but could it be that? We do have beef with another pack and several witches, maybe they decided to take revenge?"

Niamh shook her head. "I would feel it. There's no magic involved. Are you sure it's not some illegal substances from a new source?" she addressed the man on the sofa.

He looked up at her, shyly, unsure how he should show her respect. "I don't use, Lady."

Having pondered over the possibility of using magic on him long enough, Niamh proposed going through the werewolf's memories "It's not going to be comfortable, but I need you to stay as relaxed as possible and don't block your memories," she instructed, taking a seat on the armchair next to him. He nodded.

Cal nudged the nighthunter on his right, focused on polishing his pocket knife. Niamh kept instructing the werewolf in the other room. "Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The power she holds. It's… I've never felt anything like this. It makes you obey her even, the air feels different around her."

"What about last year?"

"Not to that extent. You can easily tell she's from Crystaval now."

Nik hummed, thinking of Cal’s words. "Fascinating," he muttered, watching one of the runes on her neck shimmer as she worked her magic on Mason. Leaning across the door frame with his hands crossed on his chest, Cal observed it as well, trying to wrap his head around the fact of how much she has changed in a year. "Well?"

"There's nothing,” she said, calmly, taking her time with the answer. Her hand touched Mason’s cheek as if in a soothing gesture.

"So maybe magic after all?" Cal suggested.

"No, there's nothing. Absolutely no recollection of that day. That's dark sorcery. You must have made enemies with someone more important than a local witch coven, Cal."

Take it easy today, she addressed the werewolf and exited his house. Cal followed.

"Should I call you your majesty now?"

"Not yet."

Taking his place next to her, the werewolf folded his arms.

"Nik told me you're the Alpha now. How come? The last time we saw each other, you wanted to leave this place and lead a quiet, peaceful life."

"A lot has changed since you ran away."

She turned her head to the other side, pretending to be looking at a passing dog. Of course, he held a grudge, she would as well. She left for no apparent reason. Cal sighed.

"The pack needed a strong leader. We've been having some issues with the Texas pack, and Octavia would just escalate the conflict to the point of a war."

"What do they want from you?"

"Beats me," he crossed his arms on his chest. "They're just sending threats for now. No demands."

“There’s something about him that just doesn’t sit right with me,” Nik interrupted, closing the front door. “You sure didn’t see anything suspicious?”

“No. How did you know how to find me? The court made sure the information would not get out until the right time."

"Yeah, believe me, I've noticed. Your secrecy cost me another round of stripping for the Fate and almost getting cursed, but she budged."

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Cause of Cal, obviously. He said your disappearance was weird, that your phone number no longer existed, and your mother said she hasn't seen you in months. Kristin was surprised as well. It got me thinking you might've fled to Lamrian, but it looks like you managed to made enemies there," he nudged her shoulder playfully. "Come on, spill, what'd you do to poor Thalissa?"

Cal looked up at her, his interest piqued.

"She believes I'm unworthy of taking my father’s rightful place on the Crystaval throne," she shrugged. "Don't believe in Lamrian's mushy sweet facade, Nik. Those who live there are expatriates from Crystaval, often times criminals who found refuge in Lamrian, which is basically n outlaw colony. Thalissa's protective domes aren't for bloodwraiths, they're for Crystaval's officials."

"What about Garrus?"

"As far as I know, he's free to come back."

"Does he know that? Cause he sure doesn't seem to."

"We've notified him several times. It was the first decree I issued when I gained influence."

Nik sighed heavily, looking around the bayou in thought. “Can we talk about this over a drink or is your curfew up?”

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Nik's rook. Nik's sweetheart. Nik's pain in the ass. Awww, I love Nik Ryder and the cute nicknames 😍 Yup, that's your cute girlfriend beeing cute. Now please hand over the keys of your expensive, black Range Rover and let her drive or else she'll say 'Gasp' or 'Canon' again.

9-10 for Nik x Amaris! We need more Nik love lol

Hiya, @hellomynameisdevi! Thanks for the ask!

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

“Cannon!”

Amaris darts past Nik as they exit The Graveyard Shift, silver hair flying out behind her. She races around the cab of his truck and clambers into the driver’s seat with a triumphant smile on her lips.

“What in the hell just happened?” Nik asks. He slings his bag into the bed as he comes around the truck. It’s filled with the tools of his, now their, trade. They’d stopped by Luc’s last night and stocked up on everything they’d need to take care of the malevolent ghost haunting an old plantation just outside of the city.

“I called cannon,” Amaris tells him as Nik approaches the driver’s side door. “So I get to drive.”

“You called...” Nik groans at the sheer ridiculousness of the woman he’s taken as his girlfriend/lover/business partner. “Amaris, that’s not a thing.”

“It is now. I made it a thing. You see a cannon has more power than a shotgun. So, I called cannon and now I get to drive,” Amaris explains her little game proudly.

“Yeah, I understand the general concept of what you’re trying to do here, but that’s not a thing, sweetheart.”

Amaris’s pale cheeks bloom with color at the affectionate term and Nik smirks a little. She’s stubborn, strong, and sassy as hell, but she’s so damn soft too. She won’t hesitate to punch a werewolf in the face or fight off a hoard of murderous ghosts, but if he tells how much he cares for her, if he kisses her softly instead of with hungry passion, she melts.

“Well,” Amaris gives her head a little shake. “I made it a thing.”

“Amaris,” Nik pulls on the door handle and finds it locked tight which only makes Amaris’s cheeky smile return. Nik growls in frustration“God, you’re a pain in the ass. Listen, you can’t just take somethin’ and decide it’s a thing.”

“Sure, I can,” Amaris bops him on the nose. “That’s how something becomes a thing. Because someone brilliant decides to make it a thing. Now, gimme the keys.”

“No. Hell no,” Nik argues. “You’re a terrible driver.”

“Gasp!”

“Did you just say ‘gasp’?”

“That was sexist. I am not a bad driver just because I’m a woman.”

“That’s not what I said and you know it. You’re a bad driver because you’re you,” Nik arches an eyebrow. “Or did you forget the whole I’m-Sure-The-Truck-Can-Make-It-Through-The-Swamp thing?”

“That unicorn was going to get us! I saved us.”

“Be that as it may, you also flooded the engine with swamp shit. I’m still finding weeds in the undercarriage. So scoot that cute little ass of yours over and let me drive.”

“Oh fine,” Amaris pouts though she unlocks the door and shifts over to the passenger seat. Nik climbs into the cab with a satisfied sigh and glances over at Amaris who looks quite put out.

“Hey,” he leans across the bench seat and cups Amaris’s neck. She looks up at him with such puppy dog eyes that Nik almost gives in and lets her drive, but he’s pretty damn sure his old truck wouldn’t survive her.

“I know you don’t like this, but...” Nik brushes his thumb over her lower lip and is rewarded with Amaris taking a soft, shuddery breath. He presses a firm, promising kiss on her lips before pulling back. “I know what you do like, sweetheart, don’t I?”

“Beignets from Carol Mae’s?” Amaris asks in husky whisper and Nik rolls his eyes as he releases her to start the truck.

“Yes, that’s exactly what that kiss was about - beignets.”

“I missed breakfast,” Amaris explains with a shrug and buckles her seatbelt. “So if you promise me many, many beignets and even more kisses like that, I’ll try not to be too bitter about not driving.”

“You’ve got a deal, Rook.”

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Yes! Yes!!!! Yesss!!!! That the angst we deserved! In real, Nik Ryder loved her and was just too afraid about the consequences because everyone dear to him, had to suffer. Feeling such huge pain when losing her. Because he hid his true feelings, ignored them. Nik loved her since the start ❤️

‘Til Death Do We Part - a Nik Ryder x f!MC (Lux) angsty oneshot

A/N: Seeing as I’m a huge sucker for angst (and we all know PB won’t ever actually kill our MC off) , an idea randomly popped into my head and I decided to run with it :-) this is my first ever Choices drabble so please keep that in mind while reading - sorry if it sucks but, alas, here goes nothing!!!

*this takes place promptly after the Nightbound Chapter 15 cliffhanger, I started writing it before the book ended like a year ago now lol & I wasn’t gonna post it at all but, yanno, why not? Full disclosure, it does suck, I am so out of touch when it comes to writing as I haven’t in so long but, gotta start somewhere right? Anyway, here goes!!*

TW: death of a main character, light swearing

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Choosing the handsome, young Dominic Sherwood from The Shadowhunters as a face claim for Nik Ryder, my beloved ❤️ Hot!! The story was so beautiful. I feel so sorry for the little child and when Nik was a child. It's so horrible to experience this at such a young age. Yes, Nik Ryder isn't the man who would fall in love, want to get married and have children. But this... This is different. It's her, his lover who changed Nik and opened him up. His hidden feelings and emotions revealing. I also canon my Main Character, Alexis & Nik Ryder (=Jace) adopting a 5 year old boy named Jason (nickname: Jace) because he lost his parents through the hands of mosters.

Choices Secret Santa - Becoming a Forever Family

Pairing: M!MC x Nik Ryder

This is for my secret santa @stonys-world

Huge thank you to @andi-the-cat for setting up this entire Secret Santa

This is set after the Nightbound book timeline.

This is my first ever fic I’ve written so I hope it doesn’t suck too much and I hope you like it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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The wind rustled the leaves of the thick swamp trees and the damp moss underfoot soaked the tips of your shoes as you, Nik, Vera, Cal and Katherine made your way deeper into the swamp. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, the swamp lands of New Orleans hid many monsters that you had fought before, but the feeling of water pooling around your toes wasn’t a comfortable one. There had been reports that a couple had been killed on the bank of the river by a creature with claws too large to possibly exist, but their young daughter seemed to have escaped with her life. And that’s where the five of you came in, you have been coined the resident experts in monster hunting since taking down Thomas, so your mission: find the girl before the monster does. Suddenly there was a loud crunch that drew everyone’s attention toward the river. A few trees lining the riverbank had been slashed completely in half, but with no sign of any culprit in sight.

All eyes turn to Nik as he readied his crossbow and placed a slim finger to his lips to indicate to be quiet. You load your own crossbow, following Nik’s footsteps deeper into the swamp with Cal in werewolf form to your right, Vera, gloves at the ready, on your left and Katherine bringing up the rear with multiple sharp blades in her possession. As the trees started to get thicker and the smell of algae grew stronger you heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the bank of the river. Breaking out into a run you approached the unsuspecting girl who sat on a log in a clearing next to the stream of water. She couldn’t have been more than eight years old. But before you were able to reach her the sound of thunderous footsteps that shook the ground like an earthquake stormed up behind the group. You turned around in time to see the silhouette of the large creature approach the last line of the trees, swipe across them vigorously, cleaving them in two, to reveal a black bear the size of a two storey house, ruby red blood stained it’s snout and claws.

“Holy crap.” Nik swore from behind you. That was exactly what you were thinking but the sight of the enormous bear took all the air out of your lungs, and your ability to speak along with it. You heard a high pitched squeal from the direction of the river as the young girl recognised her parent’s killer. As the bear reared itself onto its hind legs and growled, the young girl scampered to get away but slipped on the damp moss covering the log she had been sitting on and fell into the river.

“Get the girl, we’ll take care of Grizzly here.” Nik said urgently to you. As you sprinted off in the direction of the river current, Vera threw her gloves to the ground and Nik aimed his crossbow. Your legs were moving you as fast as they could carry you, but you were no match for the vigorous water. The girls screams were sporadically interrupted by a gurgling sound as her head bobbed up and down, above and below the water. You knew if you didn’t get to her soon, her head was going to go under the water and never come back up again. Up ahead a dead tree had fallen over and lay sturdily over half the river, and you know that if she can hold onto the trunk or one of the branches long enough you’d be able to get to her.

“Grab onto the tree!” You yell to the girl whose arms were splashing around in the river, but her head was above water so you hope she was able to hear you. The current of the river tried pulling her away from the branches of the tree, but her small arms reached out and managed to grasp one of the thicker branches. Your legs were already tired, but seeing her holding on for dear life to the tree gave you extra encouragement.

You made it to the fallen tree and the little girl was still holding on. Careful not to shake the tree too much, you stepped warily on the thick trunk, holding out your hand for the girl to grab. The girls grip was slipping further down the branch, but just before she let go, you grasped her wrists and pulled her towards you, onto the trunk. Her entire body was soaking wet, but you could still tell that tears were streaming down her face. You pulled her in for a hug and carefully walked with her back to solid ground, the little girls grasp on you never letting go.

“You’re safe now, you’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” You reassured the girl, who would end up telling you that her name was Lucy. You were walking back to the clearing where you last left Nik, hoping to God that he had gotten out of the fight unharmed. Lucy was sobbing uncontrollably and hadn’t let go of your hand as you guided her back to the others. When you found them the bear was nowhere in sight and Cal was bleeding from a deep laceration on his arm.

“He got away, but I think he is just protecting his territory.” Nik said, noticing Lucy by your side and flashing her a quick smile.

“We need to get Lucy to a hospital, she took in a lot of water and we should get her checked out.” You said, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb.

The way to the emergency room Lucy didn’t leave your and Nik’s side once. You knew Nik would feel particularly close to this case considering it was so close to that of his own childhood. Even when you made it to the hospital and Lucy was lying in a hospital bed she wouldn’t let you leave her side, and you felt so sorry for her because she would be so scared and probably wanted her parents by her side, except they wouldn’t be now ever again. But there was a feeling growing in the pit of your stomach which made you want to protect her with your life as long as you lived.

The hospital staff had called the police to let them know that the missing girl had been found. And now that the police where here there was no real reason for either you or Nik to hang around, the doctor had already let you know she was going to be fine, but you didn’t want to leave her alone, you wanted to pull her close and never let her go.

“So what happens to her now officer?” You asked cautiously, glancing over toward Lucy sleeping in the hospital bed and your heart melting over how adorable she looked hugging the hospital supplied teddy bear tight.

“With both of her parents dead, and no other family, she gets admitted to the system.” His voice was sympathetic but your heart still sank in your chest. Bouncing around foster homes as an eight year old was no way to spend a childhood, she should have a family that cared for her as much as her own parents would have.

“Nik, we can’t let her go into the system. She watched her parent’s get mauled by a humongous bear, she’s going to be traumatised and being in the foster system is going to make her childhood more disturbing. She needs a family who will take care of her, who will love her, like Elijah did for you.” You almost plead with him, knowing he probably won’t be open to the idea, it took him long enough to admit his feelings for you, you doubted he would want to jump into raising a child with you.

“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting? Do you want to adopt Lucy?” He asked carefully and you slowly nod. And that was how you and your boyfriend Nik Ryder adopted your first child together.

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Re-reading it again and I still need more Nik Ryder fanfics. Oh myyy, this one was sooo adorable and fluff. Nik didn't even complained and just let her cuddle with him. Cute 🥺🩷

Sweet Dreams (Nik X MC)

Book: Nightbound

Pairing: Nik X MC

Rating: PG-13

Note: This idea came to me after the last chapter. Kind of an alternative/what could have happened after MC fell asleep in Chapter 6.

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Word Count: 819

Colette turns down the alleyway on her way back to Nik"s house when she hears footsteps behind her.

“Nik, are you checking up- Ahhhh!” She screams as she whirls around to find some sort of creature that definitely isn’t Nik. It looks like a weird zombie/werewolf hybrid, and it is huge.

Colette starts to run, but it grabs her. She thinks this might be the end this time, but then the shape shifts and it releases her from its grasp. Her momentary relief turns to increasing terror when it emerges as the bloodwraith. She prays that someone will show up to save her, but then it reaches towards her and she closes her eyes and screams again, paralyzed by fear. Suddenly she feels like she’s falling and lands hard with a thud.

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Re-reading this again because even after 5 years, it's Missing Nik Ryder Hours 🥺 That was soooo cute. I loved this!!! That's sooo Alex and her relationship with her mother, Jacqueline. She wants to get along with her mom, but... well... At least Nik Ryder decided in the end to let her decorate his apartment. Glitter is pretty, Nik darling. Glitter, Glitter, Glitter, everywhere!! And it only took a mistletoe tradition to convince him. A kiss under every mistletoe in his apartment.

Advent Challenge Day 12: Holiday Cheer (Nik x MC)

I made it to the halfway point! Today’s fic is one of the ones that was a leftover request from July, as well as a shout-out. @aprincessofgaul is a total sweetheart and our friendship goes way back to my old account, when she sent me one of my favorite requests of all time, which led to the creation of my beloved OC Dante. Plus squealing/bonding over Antony!

Holiday Cheer By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine, Author’s Notes- We have made it to day 12 of the advent challenge. Today’s prompt is ““bah humbug”. This is my first time writing Nik or Nightbound and this one is set after the end of the book. For once I use the default MC name because my Nightbound MC is Kate and I acknowledge that could be confusing. Pairing- Nik x MC Summary- Nik and Alex have a discussion about holiday cheer. Rating- PG-13

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I really adore re-reading this so many times. So sweet. At first, it's funny because poor Nik's so scared of heights, but I'm glad that Zelania could finally convince him. Punching a ghost which worked?? Her track-record of the cute and stupid things she did?!!! They're funny and sweet together. The teasing makes me laugh. It's so funny to read. Zelania is such a gorgeous name. The ending of this fanfic is sweet and emotional. The couple learn more from each other and realize that they have more in common than they thought. Both sharing a moment of freedom with each other. High in the skies where nobody could disturb them. It's just them.

Day 16: Flying High

A/N: Another new pairing and MC to debut! I’ve been brainstorming the backstory and qualities of Zelenia (my Nightbound MC) and I’m still figuring out exactly what I want her to be like. My warm-up to Nik and hers by default as been kind of slow too because I didn’t do many of the diamond scenes in the beginning but, I kind of like the slow burn it created and now I love them so enjoy. If you want to be easily notified when I write for Nik x MC, you know the drill, let me know under this fic and I will add you to the list!

Also, kind of related, I’ve been brainstorming in my head the plot for a potential crossover fic series with Bloodbound where they have to team up to defeat the order and save mankind and creature kind. It’s still a very casual idea for now bc I tend to have them and for many not to stick but, if people want it and I have enough inspiration when I do try to write it, I’ll make sure that I actually follow through for once.

Day 16: Uncertainty for @choicesjulychallenge by @kinda-iconic

(sorry these are so late, life and changing my mind are to blame)

Book/Pairing: Nightbound (Nik x MC)

Rating: PG

Summary: Zelenia gets Nik to conquer one of his biggest fears when shares her favorite hobby with him.

“Rookie, no.”

Zelenia had never seen Nik so frightened before. She remembered his uneasiness of heights when they were in Lamrian but, she didn’t think it was this bad.

That is until he confessed during a drunken game of Two Truth’s and a Lie with their friends that he’d never been on an airplane before. The idea of being strapped into something that has meant the death of many unnerved him. From that moment, Zelenia, whose reaction to flying was the exact opposite, resolved that this was something she had to fix.

Seeing him slowly coming out of his skin behind her, a teasing smile graced her lips.

“Oh come on Nik, this will be fun. The pilot is very experienced,” she commented knowingly giving his shoulder a light squeeze.

He shook his head adamantly at her, eyes full moon wide. “Zelenia no. You know all about why I haven’t flown before.” He strained to make sure the word fear or it’s synonym didn’t come out.

She placed her hands on her hips. “That’s exactly why you should do it, Nik. Facing your fears is a good thing! And you’re completely safe. I wouldn’t insist on doing this if I didn’t think so.” He folded his arms, still not quite ready to budge. With a sigh, she pulled her lips down in a dramatic fake pout. “Please. You trust me, don’t you?”

He rolled his eyes at her extreme gesture but she didn’t back down. Finally, he let out a defeated groan. “Ugh, fine. But only cause I’m tired of Katy giving me crap about it.”

A giant smile that was stunningly real grew on her face and she grabbed onto him excitedly. “I knew I’d be able to coax you into it. Now, follow me. The plane should be over here somewhere.”

Before he could answer, she took off down the tarmac of the small airport, leaving him struggling to catch up. They finally stopped in front of a white and blue Cessna that looked like it could seat maybe four people at most.

Zelenia’s eyes lit up and she breathed in happily. “It’s just like I left it. I was worried that it would get damaged in the transport but, there’s not even a paint chip.”

His roaming gaze took in the scene in confusion. “Wait, where’s the pilot?”

A snicker escaped her lips, amused that he hadn’t figured it out yet. “Nik, you’re looking at her.”

“You?” He gaped at her in disbelief.

She nodded. “I have the license and everything. My mother finally transported this baby from Wyoming and it arrived a few days ago. I know it’s small but, it’s surprisingly comfy.”

She climbed up into the cockpit in less than a minute and looked back at him with a grin. “You joining me or are you just gonna keep looking at me like that?”

This broke Nik out of his fear laced trance. “Oh, sorry. Just trying to keep from having a damn heart attack. How long have you been doing this exactly?”

Zelenia shrugged as she helped him inside and he begrudgingly strapped himself into one of the seats. “Since I was 17. As soon as I was old enough I started flying lessons and got a private license. And then starting the second year of my bachelor’s I received even more training. You’re in good hands Nik, I promise.”

She used the words carefully, that recent part of her past a mix of emotions tainted by the last year of it and she was just starting to feel okay. Still, it was something she wasn’t quite ready to discuss yet.

Shaking the memories from her mind, she closed the plane doors and fastened herself in before going through all of the pre-flight procedures. When she was finished, she turned to Nik who was visibly trembling, his eyes darting everywhere in the small space.

“Ready?” she asked, getting permission from Air Traffic Control to start the engines.

He responded with a grumble, trying to cover up the anxiety he felt. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Taking that as a yes, she deftly wheeled the Cessna down the tarmac and onto the correct runway. Once she got the all-clear, the plane rapidly picked up speed causing Nik behind her to grip the seat tightly. After a couple of minutes, the plane lifted off the ground.

Nik continued to have a death grip on the seat back as his stomach climbed into his throat. “Holy Jesus!”

“Sorry, you get used to that eventually,” Zelenia said sheepishly while keeping her concentration on the controls.

No other words were exchanged as she continued to keep the plane steady the aircraft as it climbed higher in the sky. Eventually, they reached cruising altitude and she finally flattened it out.

“How are you doing back there?” she asked after a beat, having to shout over the noise from the engine and propellers.

“Well, I can still hear my heart beating out of my chest like a jackhammer,” he replied. But…”

Zelenia raised a hopeful eyebrow. “But…”

Nik let out a long sigh and his lips ever so slightly began to tilt upwards. “This actually isn’t that bad. I could get used to this.” He visibly began to relax too, his personality slowly coming back up to the surface.

A victorious grin spread on her face. “Yes! I told you, Ryder. You should really listen to me more often you know. I tend to have amazing ideas.”

He responded with a scoff. “Um, that’s debatable, you have a track record of doing some idiotic things. Punching a ghost?”

“Hey, it worked didn’t it?” she countered. “At least the second time anyway.”

Nik raised his eyebrows doubtfully. “Still not standard technique Rookie. But, we can agree to disagree on that,” he said before his gaze wandered to the scenery below. “Now this is a sweet view.”

“I know right? You can see everything from up here,” she agreed.

The bird’s eye perspective they had was simply breathtaking, the image of the emerald green bayou intersecting with lines of shimmering blue.

This state of tranquility was interrupted when Nik posed a question. “So, let me get this straight, you own this?”

“I do,” Zelenia confirmed. “She was given to me as a high school graduation present from my grandparents. My mom finally sent it from the house in Wyoming a couple of weeks ago and it arrived Monday.”

“She? Got a name for it too?” A throaty laugh erupted from his lips.

Looking back at him for a split second, she scowled at him before returning her attention to the front. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. And yes, her name is Amelia.”

“Of course it is.”

Zelenia immediately exclaimed, “Hey, she is an icon! It’s because of women like her and Bessy Coleman that I can do this.”

“I know who Amelia Earheart is Zelenia,” he quipped. “Just because I was homeschooled by Elijah doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

“Didn’t say you were,” she stated.

After a minute, he suddenly became a touch more serious. “Well, thanks for dragging me out here Rookie. You were right, this was…surprisingly fun. I mean, I’m definitely not cured yet but, I wouldn’t say no to doing this again.”

Her smile returned. “No problem Nik. It’s actually a new experience for me too actually.”

“Hmm? How come?”

She shrugged, biting her lip as her thoughts turned inward like they typically did. “I almost always do this alone, up here, it’s kind of like my little refuge. Ever since I could do so, I’ve used this to escape from the pressure of people, the world. It’s the first place I felt like I belonged and getting my license was the first time, maybe even the only time my mother actually expressed that she was proud of me for something.”

“Zelenia…”

She shook her head. “That’s a topic for another day. My point is, sharing this with someone, with you. It…it means a lot.”

“Glad to know I’m not alone in this.”

Then, a mischevious smirk grew on her face. “Does this mean that I’ll get to show off my stunts someday?”

He shot that down in an instant. “Nope, not a chance Rookie.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Fine, Ryder. You can just watch from on the ground then.”

She sighed blissfully, truly carefree for the first time in ages as they continued to get lost in their own little world up in the sky.

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I like re-reading this fanfic because... Nik Ryder, beloved ❤️ Poor Klara getting drunk but at least she is in safe hands. Ivy, Krom and Garrus are the best and awesome friends!!! They're cool. And honestly the ending is soooo cute 🥺 Nik sees how drunk she is and cares for her so much. Staring at her longer than expected because he feels something for her. Nik falling in love. The way he supports her, leads her upstairs safely, letting her gently rest her body against him and tucks her into his bed before planting a kiss on her forehead while stroking her hair... Sweet little gestures to say "I love you" 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼

Vexing Hexes

Summary: MC, Nik and The Graveyard Shift regulars discuss curses after a few too many drinks. When it’s clear MC has had enough, Nik comes to her rescue.

Pairing: Nik x MC (Klara)

Length: 2,229

Note: Slightly random, but the idea popped into my head after seeing a Reddit thread, and I couldn’t resist. It was a slow day at work, so I spent a while thinking up various ��minorly inconvenient curses’ to amuse myself (most of which haven’t made the fic as they were, ironically, a bit NSFW). It’s set early on in the book; around chapter two-ish.

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Wow, this fanfic was something. Poor Nik must have had a hard time especially now after discovering Elijah's ghost. After so many years, he finally saw his adoptive father again and confessed his feelings. How he felt sorry about the fight he had with him. Nik was only a 17-year-old teenager at that time, and now he's a 24-year-old young man who makes his father proud. Hopefully, Elijah sees Nik's achievements too. I really loved the part where Nik tells his father that it's different. That he has fallen in love, but it's different with Alex and not like the times before. Not like the girls before. Alex is special to him. His soulmate and the One meant to be.

From soul to soul

Book: Nightbound Characters and pairing: Nik Ryder, Nik Ryder x f!mc (Alex Hernandez) (mentioned) Warnings: a ghost Rating: Teen Words: 1.5k Summary: Nik meets another spirit, but this time it's personal.

A/N: please don't hate my man, I beg.

@choicesficwriterscreations, @choicesjunechallenge2024 prompts “Maybe it’s a dream.” / “You’ve got to make up your mind.”

Nik Ryder was a nighthunter. And nighthunters had to keep their health in check in case an immortal decided to be a nuisance. But the trouble of waking up sweating from another dream often discouraged him from resting his eyes. His night-time activities like hunting down pesky ghouls or trapping feral vampires in flasks helped him have almost no time left for nightmares. The rewards kept him going, and his daily dose of snake tequila was enough to keep a headache away.

Nik was used to losing sleep. He shouldn’t have had a problem staying up late that day either, even if it was for a completely different reason. But fighting his feelings for Alex was nothing like hunting monsters. He could do the latter easily. Alex, on the other hand, had him wishing to get a good night’s sleep without thinking about her. He begged for anything other than her to be a distraction, even if it was a nightmare about Elijah.

He looked at his client on the couch in the living room. Alex was still sleeping peacefully– at least as peaceful as she could be, given her current situation. Regardless of his promise to himself, his gaze lingered on her for a little longer than just to ‘make sure she was fine’. His lips twisted into a small smile as he watched her. Her chest was heaving up and down. Her hair was a mess. Her lips were parted as if she was trying to say something. Resisting the urge to check on her, he turned his face away instead. She was going to be the death of him.

It was past midnight already. Nik stood on the balcony with his arms over the railing. The metal bars were cold, and the slight breeze did ruffle his hair. But the shiver of his body seemed to come from within his soul.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. He was so done with his job, but he was glad it brought Alex to him. When he opened his eyes, he expected to see the full moon comforting him using its light.

What he didn’t expect to see was the figure of a man, floating in front of him. Nik stumbled back a few steps, throwing himself away from the railing. The ‘thing’ he was face to face with was a ghost, just like the many he had handled in his life. Its transparent body was outlined by a faint glow of turquoise, yet its face was a blur. It was only when he heard its voice that another chill ran up his spine.

“Close your mouth, boy”, the ghost said.

He knew the voice. It was so familiar to him that it pinched a hole in his heart. He felt his vulnerability coming through and swallowed.

“Don't just stand there like you saw a ghost. Is this how I taught you to deal with one?”

Nik took a cautious step forward. Maybe it was a dream. He knew how to handle dreams. He just had to wait a few minutes and his father would go away, and he would wake up on his couch again. Although he would once again regret not being able to apologise to him or pour his heart out to him, he could at least do it in his dream.

“Dad?” Nik whispered. He was now standing before his dead father’s ghost, gripping the railing with trembling fingers.

A touch of the ghost’s deformed hand to his shoulder confirmed that it wasn’t a dream. The touch felt too solid to be of a ghost, and too real to be an illusion. It was a comforting gesture from him, as if he knew all of Nik's worries, as if he was part of all his nightmares too.

Nik tried to read the expression on what was left of Elijah's face. It seemed to him that the ghost was hiding its face on purpose. He could only imagine what the monster who killed him did to it.

Elijah's ghost floated beside him, both now staring at the horizon. As shaken as he was, Nik was also comforted by the eerie presence of his dead father. It was the first time in the history of his supernatural encounters that his mind was clouded enough to prevent any proper thoughts from forming.

“You need to get yourself together.” Elijah's sharp voice still managed to alert him; as if he was still his student and Elijah was his teacher, training him to be perfect in every hunting skill. “For both of your sakes.”

Nik took a deep breath. Elijah knew everything. If he didn’t know better, Nik would think that his father was there at such a time for no other reason than to lecture him. But this wasn’t the old Elijah. A lot of things were different, starting from his bare arm. The tattoo that he cherished for almost a lifetime was gone.

‘The Saviour’. It was carved into his skin at the age of five– a subtle reminder of his bloodline and the work his ancestors did since the existence of nighthunters. They carried the name with them till their heart stopped beating. Nik received it at the same age his father did. Although the tattoo was a permanent definition of who he was, he never believed he could ever fit that title. “The thrice-cursed son” – it never stopped echoing in his mind.

Whether Elijah was with or without the tattoo, he belonged to a bloodline– one that protected the needy and saved them from destruction. The needy was now his son. Elijah could help him not get destroyed.

Nik lacked the courage to talk to his father, even though he was dead. He didn't have the least guess as to why he had come there in the first place. But he held back from saying anything other than what was absolutely necessary. Nik was scared that the moment would slip away, and he would continue living in regret for the rest of his life.

“I'm sorry. I broke my promise”, he said in a shaky voice. They both knew what the promise was. But to Nik, it had also been his life saying, until he started seeing Alex in a different light. His walls had broken down for her, and he was finally trusting someone– for better or for worse.

“I knew it would happen.” Elijah's ghost shrugged. “You’re a young man. Young people fall in love.”

“But this is different, I swear.” Nik’s tone was almost desperate, as if he was trying to convince Elijah but mostly himself– he didn't fall for her on purpose. It wasn't his fault that she came to his life at the perfect moment, was it?

“You’ve got to make up your mind, boy.”

Nik held in a bitter laugh. What was he supposed to decide between– breaking the heart of the woman he loved, or risking both of their lives to get distracted by his feelings for her? When he weighed his options, it seemed better to stay alive. He shut his eyes, frustrated at himself and punched his fist onto the railing, trying to control the emotions boiling up inside him.

A light shower which soon turned into heavy rain disturbed his thoughts. It poured onto the empty streets, shaking the leaves of flora on the way. A gush of wind slapped the droplets onto Nik who was sheltered under the safety of the roof. He was forced to put off his decision for yet another time.

“There’s something I wanted to say,” Nik said to the ghost.

Elijah turned to him. He was almost sure they wanted to tell each other the same thing. Yet, he hesitated to say it first. He could be dead, but he still couldn’t bear to have a proper conversation with his son.

“That fight… I didn’t mean to,” Nik said with a lump in his throat.

Elijah knew exactly what fight he was referring to. He had seen his son storm off into his room after that fight. Elijah was his own kind of stubborn, and went off to fight without him. Ever since then, both of them had been alone.

“I know. Neither did I.” He dropped his head in shame. He knew he was never a good father for Nik. But that’s why he never had kids in the first place; and why his wife left him. She had thought she could change his mind, silly woman. “Look, I.. I have to go.”

Nik looked at him with surprise. “Where?”

“I have duties to attend to. Ghostly ones.”

“What kind of duties?”

Elijah snapped. “You’ll know when you’re dead. Don’t ask too many questions.” With that, he gave Nik a slight nod, as if apologising for leaving without telling him what he wanted to say.

Nik clenched his jaw as he watched the ghost fly off. He had left with a simple “see you”. But maybe that was a promise; maybe he would keep it.

He returned to his living room, where he watched Alex still sleeping, unaware of anything that happened in the few minutes. When his body hit the half torn cushion of the old couch, his mind was foggy again.

Away from his sight, a turquoise glow was coming through the window. The ghost was looking, its invisible eyes scanning the sight.

Elijah Ryder had failed again.

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~@ladylamrian @lilyoffandoms

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