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The night was suspiciously calm.
Which was why Niko should’ve known something was coming.
Bran had told him it was “just a casual night drive.” He showed up wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, eyes glinting, smirk deadly.
They rode his motorcycle through the dark hills until Bran stopped beside a cliff overlooking the glittering city below.
“Romantic murder spot,” Niko muttered, hopping off. “Perfect place to dispose of the body.”
Bran just grinned. “You talk a lot when you’re nervous.”
“I’m always nervous when you’re quiet. It usually means you’ve planned something that changes my entire life.”
Bran pulled something from his jacket pocket and handed it over. A small black box.
Niko opened it.
It was empty.
He looked up, brow furrowed. “Bran…?”
Bran got down on one knee.
Pulled the real ring—silver, sleek, with tiny constellations etched onto it—from his own finger.
“I wanted to see your face when you opened the decoy box first,” Bran said smoothly, taking Niko’s hand.
“oh my GAWWD,” Niko whispered.
Bran raised a brow.
“…I tried to get dumped,” Niko hissed.
“And failed beautifully.” Bran slid the real ring onto his finger. “So now I’m proposing. Right here. Because this is the spot I realized I’d never be sane again without you.”
Niko blinked rapidly. “That’s… almost sweet. Still deranged. But sweet.”
Bran leaned closer, voice dropping. “Marry me, Niko. Let me be the terrifying husband your friends warn each other about.”
Niko stared at the ring, then at Bran. His Bran. Terrifying, obsessive, hot as hell Bran.
“…You know what,” Niko whispered. “Sure. Let’s terrify our bloodlines together.”
Bran kissed him like he’d already claimed him years ago.
When they finally broke apart, Bran murmured against his lips, “I’m getting your name tattooed over my heart tomorrow.”
Niko wheezed. “What if I say no?”
Bran smiled. “Then I’ll tattoo it on your forehead so the world knows you’re mine anyway.”
Niko grins, "Yeah that works too..." and pulls Bran for a kiss.
….
Jeremy screaming when he gets a photo of the ring on the group chat titled “Guess who’s legally doomed 💍💀”
Landon: “What in the Vatican nonsense is this?”
Astrid: already planning the wedding playlist
Levi: “We need to give the poor boy a survival guide.”
….
When Niko told his parents he was getting married, the reactions were...mixed.
Rai blinked once and sipped her wine. “To the King boy with the permanent emotionless face?”
Niko nodded, grinning. “Yep. He proposed on a cliff. I thought he was gonna push me off. Instead, he gave me a ring.”
Rai sighed and muttered to herself, “I told Kyle we should’ve stopped at two cats.”
Kyle choked on his tea. “HE PROPOSED? You’re telling me that artist or whatever boy wants to marry you?”
“Uh-huh!” Niko chirped, spinning the ring on his finger.
“I thought this was just a fling!” Kyle shouted, grabbing Rai’s shoulder. “I thought he was just in it for the fun!”
“Oh, he is,” Niko added helpfully. “But he also says things like ‘you’re my peace in this godless world’ so it balances out.”
Kyle sank into the couch. “Rai. Rai, I watched that boy pick our son up like a pillow. He threw Niko over his shoulder like a gym bag.”
“You say that like it’s not Niko’s dream,” Rai muttered.
Niko beamed. “I love being manhandled.”
Kyle groaned into his hands. “I saw things, Rai. I opened the guest room door that one time and saw my son—my son—say ‘yes sir’ with meaning. I need holy water and a priest.”
Rai, unbothered: “I always said he’d be the dramatic bottom of the family.”
Kyle wailed. “I THOUGHT I RAISED HIM STRONG TO BE A TOP—”
“He is strong,” Rai interrupted, patting her husband’s hand. “He just likes being handled by someone stronger.”
Niko, sipping juice with zero shame: “I like being loved aggressively. Is that a crime?”
Kyle: sobbing noises
Rai, deadpan: “Should we send Bran a fruit basket? Or a warning?”
Kyle looked at his son, who was currently texting Bran “miss you already, future husband 💋”, and sighed in defeat.
“…Fruit basket. Definitely fruit basket.”
….
Kyle: Don’t hurt him. Please.
Bran: Would die first.
Kyle: And the throwing him over your shoulder thing?
Bran: ...Non-negotiable. He likes it.
Kyle: I’m going to go cry again.
….
The venue was an elegant cathedral on a private island—decorated like a Vogue fever dream but secured like Fort Knox.
On one side: the King family, cold-blooded British royalty in bespoke tuxedos and silk gowns. On the other: Bratva, looking like they’d kill you between the appetizers and the first dance.
The press was banned. Helicopters were shot at. It was divine.
…
Bran stood tall, black suit immaculate, a literal storm behind him (Niko insisted on “dramatic gothic thunder vibes”). He held the ring like a weapon and stared at Niko like he was about to claim him.
Niko, in a blood-red designer suit , smirked like a god of chaos. Until the priest said, "You may now recite your vows."
Bran: “I promise to love you even when you’re insufferable. Even when you put glitter in my shampoo or sleep in my hoodies instead of texting back. I would kill for you. I would burn down empires for you. And I promise... to never let you go.”
Niko: blushing and trying to hide behind his bouquet of blood roses
Rai, holding tissues and wearing a velvet dress with a knife hidden in the sleeve: sniffles “My baby is so pretty...”
Kyle, already white as a sheet, whispered, “ Rai, they’re going to kill each other during foreplay.”
Then Niko opened his mouth.
Niko: “I didn’t plan to fall in love. I just wanted to win a bet. But now you’re my favorite accident. I swear, Bran, if you ever leave me, I’ll follow you into the afterlife and haunt you forever”
Silence.
Then Kyle collapsed in the pew.
Rai: “He fainted.”
Mia: “On cue.”
Maya: “I bet 1000 rubles on that.”
Astrid (clutching pearls): “This is the most romantic war declaration I’ve ever seen.”
….
Grandpa King brought a $50 million painting as a wedding gift and asked Niko, “Are you the one seducing my bloodline into domesticity?”
Niko responded, “Guilty,” and winked. The old man laughed and handed him the deed to a Scottish castle.
Mia stabbed a man who tried to touch Glyndon.
Maya caught the bouquet and threatened to set it on fire.
…
Kyle woke up mid-reception, dramatically gasping, “Did he say ‘haunt forever—!?”
Rai: “Yes, Kyle. You raised him. Accept your fate.”
Kyle: “My son married a demon.”
Rai: “No, darling. He is the demon.”
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author’s note
so yeahhhhh… thats it. thats the end of the nikobran story 😭😭 like we really finished it omg?? what do u mean i’m not writing their chaotic love life anymore??? plszzz i’m spiraling a little.
i hope y’all enjoyed the soft mornings, the unhinged convos, the murdery love languages, jeremy’s mental breakdowns, and levi being DONE with everyone’s romantic choices every 3 seconds LMAOO
writing this was SO FUN and insane and i love u guys sm for reading.... commenting and just being here with me. u made this story 1000x better frfr🧡
this version of nikobran will always be a little feral, a little sweet, and very obsessed with each other. and honestly? we love that for them. they're soulmates no matter the universe and idc what anyone says 😤hehee
anyway. thank u for being here. i love u. i’m emotional. drink water. touch grass. or don’t😭
with love,
ria