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Caretaker. | Nicolas Brown

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Published: December 13, 2016
Day to day, from the moment she wakes and sleeps, her routine is the same. She waits for the weight of sleep to dissipate before she rises, and feels around for the hairbrush on her night stand. When her hair is absent of knots, she scuffles to the kitchen, repeating the same gesture with her hands to find the bread and butter knife. Only after she's had her breakfast will she sit by the window and watch the grey light in her eyes shift in vibrancy and contrast.

She waits for him patiently, but her heart beat is vociferous.

The moment Nicolas arrives varies. Sometimes he comes alone, others he's accompanied by Worrick or Nina. Either way, she's promised him she won't wander off and submit herself to the dangers of the city, or fiddle with anything he's offered to fix until he gets there.

[Name] doesn't think her disability makes her helpless. She's been without sight for quite some time, long enough to learn how to survive without it. She knows Nicolas doesn't find her completely useless either, but he is a Handyman, and possibly wouldn't take "no" for an answer even if he could hear it. It wasn't enough that he and Worrick rescued her once, now they  were sticking around to see her safety through.

She couldn't complain. In the end, she likes the company. She longs for his.

For [Name], it was the only way of knowing that they were all right.

A specific pattern of knocks sound on the door and brings a smile to her face. [Name] turns as the hinges squeak, and stands to meet the heavy footsteps. She can smell him before she's even left the window: an intricate mix of whiskey and tobacco, and the jingling of his tags tickle her ears. She nearly gasps when a large, calloused hand gently takes her outstretched, searching one and places it against the rugged surface of his cheek.

He's warm, and freshly shaved.

Her other hand rests on his chest, and she can't help but giggle, "Hello, Nico."

With the pads of her fingers, [Name] traces his mien over his brows, down his nose and around his lips; every wrinkle and scar were tenderly caressed. To her, he felt handsome. He felt kind despite his often stolid countenance. She's known him for years now, but she can't stop herself from blushing when she reaches his  hardened chest. It's not solely for pleasure that she skims across it's broadness to his boulder-like shoulders, but to insure he's unharmed.

Nicolas's grabs her before she reaches the place under his arm, his thumb gliding over the base of her palm. He grunts, and she recognizes it's disapproval,

"How bad were you hurt? Did Worrick get hurt too?"

He shakes his head in her touch.

[Name] sighs, "Of course not. You shouldn't push yourself so hard, Nicolas."

She feels his cheek twitch, and plump, chapped lips press a kiss into her knuckles.

He spends a few hours there. [Name] had taught him how she likes her tea, and now he makes it better than she use to. Nico sits catty-corner to her at the table, but she is unaware of the way he stares while she sips from her mug. Not once does he break contact, reclined and arms folded across his chest. Should she choose to speak, he doesn't want to miss a word.

The sunlight transforms [Name]'s sight from muted tones to over-exposed whites when she walks outside. She imagines it is the rumored light one might see before entering the Heavens: so brilliant and pure. However, when it is her time to see such holiness, she hopes it doesn't hurt so much and she hopes Nicolas is there to lean on.

With one hand on the small of her back and the other resting atop the hilt of his sword, ever watchful, they take their stroll.

There are times she has much to say, but [Name] prefers to communicate through her silence. A simple touch to his shoulder or squeeze of forearm conveys her affections or her concerns. It is her own unique version of sign language, and Nico will often act in accord with the added grumble or humored snort.

She's doing it now. Standing in the entry way, a day spent, [Name] cups his face almost desperately, her paled irises irreproachable. Nico stands just a few inches taller than her, yet she finds herself on her tip-toes. It's important to her that he knows, even if he's deaf to the strain in her voice,

"I always worry that each time you leave will be the last."

Nico's shoulders lift, and a slow breath fans over her face. She half expects him to slur some smart-ass comment or pinch her nose between his knuckles. Instead he encases her wrists and she feels his body lean in; his lips brushing over hers. It's surprisingly soft coming from a man who carried a dangerous aura about him, and it's the very first time she sees stars.
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“i don’t want you to die.” the words are nearly inaudible, but he understands. he recognizes the grief on your face; he reads your lips and his hardened countenance falters. fingers reluctantly touch the cold metal around his neck; you murmur his name with such adoration and anguish that he finds himself desperately wishing he could hear your voice. just once-- just once would be enough for him. he knows of his fate. this is how it always was. this is how it’ll always be. and still, he can’t bring himself to completely accept it. i don't want to, either.
© 2016 - 2019 Mikittykun
I just want to deeply thank ThatGingahNinja for turning me on to this show. I 
was constantly sucked in, and I'm still super unhappy about how season 1 ended.

And hey, it's also your birthday today! So this one's for you! I know Ginoza is your
true husband, and Worrick is definitely still on my writing list, but this is what I came up
with and I hope I did ya proud!


Gansta. & it's Characters (c) Kohske
Icon (c) lolgekifiretumblr
Fanfic (c) Mikittykun
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lapsio. | nicolas
“you’re killing yourself.” he knows. and he can’t stop. it’s the thrill-- the adrenaline. it’s the high he’ll never get enough of, even if it’s tearing him apart. a deep inhale. a shaky exhale. a pleading tone. “please stop, nic.” .     .     . a vacant stare lingers on the bottle. the thought of you never escapes his mind. don’t. but he needs to. even if he remembers the apprehension on your features-- the spilled tears on your cheeks. a glance in the mirror and a guilty feeling. unspoken apologies and shortened time-- too many pills swallowed. euphoria rushes th
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moror. | nicolas
“i don’t want you to die.” the words are nearly inaudible, but he understands. he recognizes the grief on your face; he reads your lips and his hardened countenance falters. fingers reluctantly touch the cold metal around his neck; you murmur his name with such adoration and anguish that he finds himself desperately wishing he could hear your voice. just once-- just once would be enough for him. he knows of his fate. this is how it always was. this is how it’ll always be. and still, he can’t bring himself to completely accept it. i don't want to, either.
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shalzott|Hobbyist Artist
Beautiful.
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SockNabber|Student Artisan Crafter
Wow, this was intense.  
I expected something emotional... but this was poetry. Thank you for sharing <3 
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DarkLucario23's avatar
Stories between cute disabled couples? HELL YEAH Haruhi Suzumiya Emote - Thumbs Up  Thank you for the story!
I really wasn't expecting Reader-chan to be blind, but this kind of stories are always so fascinating (and cute af) Shy 

I demand more fluff, NOW!
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Mikittykun's avatar
Thank YOU for reading!
That means a lot to me, and you will get more fluff!
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infinitelytangled's avatar
So sweet! La la la la 
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Thanks, bby!
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ObscurePhoenix's avatar
DID SOMEBODY SAY GANGSTA?!
I love the tranquility of this fic, especially at the end!
Nic deserves some warm love, and I'm glad you're contributing to it! ;D
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Mikittykun's avatar
YES!
Thank you so much, and I totally agree!
Nic is a badass in the streets, and total softy in... the......
Nazare Tedesco - Emoticon 
Nazare Tedesco - Emoticon 
behind closed doors! Onion Boy 6 
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ObscurePhoenix's avatar
You know a room behind a closed door?
A bedroom.
There! Innuendo complete ;D
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Mikittykun's avatar
You're a life saver!
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Matsuokasprincess's avatar
That ending ahhh....!
Nico-bby needs more love. This was unique and amazing! ^^
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That you, Princess!
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ThatGingahNinja|Hobbyist General Artist
OMG!!! So thrilled by this!!
You did a great job!! And my favorite anime men Top 3 are Ginoza, Nicolas, and Fushimi (from K Project) in that order so YEEEEEAAAAHHHH! (Worick is also pretty high on that list. ^_~)

I'm so depressed that the studio went bankrupt and you could see it in the quality of the animation sometimes.

I'll definitely be looking forward to more Gangsta. from you. (I also have a Nicolas x Reader chapter fic in case you haven't seen it yet.)

Nico is such a sweetheart in this and he needs all the hugs ALL the time!Come here! Nail Don't understand  So thank you, thank you! A fic is just the birthday present I need eyebrow 
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So glad you liked it! Yay!
They went bankrupt?! So no more gangsta animated?!

I've seen your Nico series and I've been dying to read it!
It's on my to-read list, you can be sure about that!

Thank you, and I hope you have the most marvelous
birthday ever!!
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Not unless another studio picks it up (but there really isn't enough manga after where the story ends for a whole series. The mangaka has been very, very ill)
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