Against the Wall | Nicolas Brown/ReaderAgainst the Wall | Nicolas Brown/Reader by skriiver
You could just barely make out the soft feeling of his fingertips tapping on your shoulder.
This would be the second time tonight that you had woken up from a rather deep, comfortable slumber; so needless to say your heavy, hazy mind wasn't too keen on actually accepting you were awake.
"Yes Nicolas....?" you groan, conceding to slowly open your groggy eyes.
Gradually you're able to blink out the fuzzy bits of your vision, eventually taking in Nicolas' face only a few inches from yours. Your previous drowsiness is replaced with a rather full, anxious feeling as you're able to finally process just how he was looking at you.
He looked rather serious.
Your hazy mind is quick to fill with sickening, urgent thoughts about what could have occurred between the time you had last woken up and the current time. All of them were completely irrational and you knew you were probably psyching yourself out over something stupid, but given the look he was giving y
Comfort [Nicolas Brown x Reader]Bruised and bloodied. If this could be considered fashionable it would most definitely be Nicolas Brown’s signature look. Black, blue, and purple bruises were spattered across his flesh, most likely even more marks under the black t-shirt the twilight wore. Not to mention the various cuts that were also scattered in different places. Thankfully none of them were deep enough to cause some serious damage and all of them had been treated.Comfort [Nicolas Brown x Reader] by WonderlandShadow
Of course this was completely normal for the male, but it didn’t stop your stomach from dropping at the sight of your lover in such a battered state. Fighting is what the man did and even if you begged for him to stop it would be impossible to get him to quit the one thing he was a professional at.
It’s not as bad as it looks. Nicolas signed when he noticed your concerned face.
“You really need to be more careful,” you sighed.
Nicolas grunted in reply, turning his gaze towards the window he was leaning against the wall next
-Perrier // Nicolas--Perrier // Nicolas- by harukakazue
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You let out a startled yelp as a cold object presses firmly against the side of your face, causing you to wince at the sudden frigid contact. It left little beads of cool condensation streaming down your jawline before dropping to the uneven surface of the leather couch. The green bottle of Perrier rolls into the dent of the cushion on which you sat, your denim covered thigh blocking the cone-like bottle from any further circumvention. You pick up the glass solid with furrowed brows, using your free hand to warm up the chilled skin of your cheek.
"It's cold, Nic." You gripe, words forming on pouted lips. You place the bottle safely on the wooden table situated in front of you. The shirtless man's dark hues perceives your huffy complaint. He grunts stalely in response before unceremoniously plopping himself down on the seat beside you. The scent of generic shampoo originating from his saturated black tresses wafts up your nostrils, pleasantly ambushing your sensiti