“Words are no match” — a Nikto fan fiction.
Creator's note: I've taken quite a liking to Nikto, and I can't help but grief at the lack of fanfics that he deserves to have ! So here is a fic for you underrated Nikto lovers <3
Summary: In which Nikto comes back home after deployment, bringing not just himself, but a handful of gifts you've been wishing to have.
Genre: Pure fluff, I just love this man sm :,D
Warnings: None, no use of gendered pronouns, readers gender is not specified, brief mentions of blood and violence. Not proofread, and I'm writing this at 2 AM :3
Word count: 481
Another peaceful night.
Days, weeks, months has passed since you've seen Nikto. His touch still lingers on your skin, his pale blue eyes plastered into your mind like a koala clinging onto it's tree.
You quietly laid on the bed, exhausted after a long day of studying for your finals. You missed his presence, truly, he made things easier without even realizing it. Thoughts clouded in your mind, memories hitting against each other like bricks.
You've always thought to yourself, was his job really worth his life?
Just as you were about to dozed off, the familiar click of your front door echoed through the hollow rooms. Your eyes shot open, sitting up quickly as you catched a pair familiar eyes through the small gap between the door from your bedroom— Nikto.
You nearly squealed like a school girl, rushing back to your feet as you swung the door open. Rushing towards him, his arms wrapped around your small body— muscles relaxing as he lets out a small huff.
All of that fighting, the blood of living creatures— just to come home to you safely.
Your head muzzled to the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth desperately as the emotions of despair evaporated into the cold air. He chuckled with amusement, chest rumbling before he gave a small peck on your forehead. His mask hid most of his facial features, yet you can feel his smile radiating.
“Nikto,” his named rolled of your tongue, hands on his back as you kept him close to you.
“маленький голубь,” you heard him mutter underneath his breath— voice full of emotions.
The corner of your lip tugs into a warm smile, hearing his voice for the first time after months of loneliness. Suddenly, your eyes catched onto something behind him— letting out a small breath you didn't know you were holding, you pulled away for a brief second just to look up at his eyes.
His arm loosened up around you, looking down at you— seeming absolutely lovestruck to see you again.
“I've.. got something for you,” he murmured out, sounding more excited then you are.
You tilted your head to the side with curiosity, before giving him a small look that says ‘what?’ in such a manner that makes his heart aches. He smiled briefly beneath his mask.
He turned to the side slightly, just to see a handful of gifts— there were things that you have wished for inside of it.Your eyes sparkled with amusement and shocked, not expecting him to bring such a gift for you. Your eyes glanced between him and the gift, before your smile spreads wider.
“Nikto..” you sighed out. “Are you gonna be my new Santa Claus?”
He scoffs, shaking his head in amusement before giving you a small look. His gaze softened at the sight of you.
“Ah, ебать, don't even think of it.”
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