𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 - 𝑹𝑬𝑺 & 𝑳𝑶𝑮

Lotus Flower

What is luck? If someone had asked me this question a year back I would have had quite a few answers in my hand. Like being an part of threesome or more, getting to punch a few humans, falling asleep whenever and wherever I want. I could go on and on about it. 

At present I don't think the same, the above mentioned activities don't make me feel like I'm a lucky person anymore. The man in my arms does. The beautiful looking prince with his posh accent and pristine dressing. The man who frowns upon anything that is close to unethical. 

All it takes to make me feel like the luckiest man alive on this fucking planet is for my lotus flower to take one glance at me. I glow under his gaze, smile at the mere sight of him and swoon at the mere prospect of being called "his". 

Yes Brandon Fucking King goes around the campus calling me as "HIS". He almost punched one guy who tried to get all touchy with me taking my Bran for a polished prince. Jokes on him though because Bran went all crazy on him for daring to even look at me. 

What did I do you ask? I just stood there soaking at the reality of being Brandon King's boyfriend. I get thrilled knowing that it is me who can shake Bran's cool posture. I get excited knowing that I'm the one who gets to provoke emotions out of him. 

The world thinks it is difficult to elicit feelings out of Landon but only very few knows how fucking tough is it to get his twin brother react. The days when I used to do every trick under the sun to make him come out of his closed off high tower.  Not anymore though, now it is as easy as me knocking out every fucker out there. 

Bran has changed a lot since "THE INCIDENT". No matter what a nightmare it was to see him lying in a pool of blood, I have to admit that was the day that changed him. The Bran who came out of the hospital is the not the one who went inside. He has changed for better. 

And that betterment is the reason today I stand beside him looping my arm around his as I stroll through the museum looking place. Bran dragged me to this art exhibition which he badly wanted to visit.

He said and I quote "Do you even know who is coming to the opening of the event? It's Damien Hirst".

Safe to say the lack of recognition on my face didn't even bring down his excitement a notch. I had to google the man to know more about him.

Apparently he is a famous British artist whom Bran had always admired. Art and I never even travelled in parallel lines for me to even know some well known names in the field until my prince charming came into my life.

Now I'm slowly becoming a novice student in the domain of art. I could never draw a proper circle with paint brush but I can learn how to admire it for him. In other words I admire his work alone.

"Niko, are you sleeping with your eyes open while you are standing?" Bran whisper yells at me.

"I wish because I'm this close to bashing his head on his precious art" I say glaring at the guy who keeps talking about god knows what for the last twenty minutes.

"Niko you promised to behave" Bran's eyes bore into the side of my head.

"We can always take it outside" I offer.

"One wrong move and you'll be sleeping on the couch for a week" he fixates me with a glare.

Remember the part where I told that falling asleep anywhere no longer feels lucky to me. So I decide to stay quite as I've no intention of sleeping anywhere other than his arms. I lean in to give him a peck on the cheek. 

If it was up to me I would absolutely devour him in front of everyone but Bran says that eating each other's face in public holds top 10 spot in his book of "Never to do".  I'm trying my best to fuck all the snobbishness out of him and I have confidence that I will succeed one day. 

After roaming around for another hour Bran decided to take pity on me and agreed to leave. We came in my car today because Bran doesn't want to look like a thug by arriving in motorbike. I would call bullshit on that except anything my lotus flower says goes. 

I let him take the passenger seat before sliding in the driver side and drive ourself to the "Aulis". Bran frowns at me when I pull up at the driveway of the best restaurant in the Island. "Niko, we could make pasta for dinner. We still have time" he says. 

"Only we aren't going to do that" I say as I stop the car. 

"You have to make reservation here. You can't show up just like that" he throws up his hands. 

I smirk before opening my mouth but Bran beats to it. "No Niko, you can't hold people at gun point and bully your way into the place" he huffs. 

I can't even bring myself to feel offended because that's what I would have normally did but being with Bran taught me a thing or two. I lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips and he melts into it. I feel him kissing me back slowly with the sweetest smile on his face before I pull back. 

"I made reservations for us so you don't have to worry. Let's go" I get out of the car and see Bran doing the same. We walk inside the restaurant and we are immediately taken to the private dining area. 

A surprised gasp leaves Bran's mouth at the sight in front of us. I'm not easily impressed by anything but I've to admit the entire floor glowing with candle lights and empty canvas setup for him to paint looks beautiful. 

When I called up to the place for reservation I had the entire private dining place booked and specifically asked for this arrangement. I wanted to give him the best candle light dinner ever accompanied with his favorite thing to do. He can do whatever he wants while I do him. 

"This is beautiful. The best view and setup any artist could ask for" Bran turns his blue eyes on me filled with so much love. Before I could say anything he leans in and kisses me like the world is ending. I don't waste a minute before kissing him back with equal fervor. 

Our tongues clash and I let out a loud groan as my hands hold him by his shoulders. Bran pulls back and gives me a dashing smile before walking to the table set for two. He pulls back the chair for me to sit and I can't help but shake my head at him. 

My boyfriend is the epitome of chivalrous and no matter how much I deny it he keeps doing the sweetest things for me. And I secretly love it. I love being pampered by him and spoilt for no reason. 

"Did you buy me all the supplies for me to paint?" he eyes the canvas set for painting. 

"Yes I did. You can do your artistic things while I sit and admire you or fuck you as I wish" I say and watch him blush. 

"Stop talking crude, Niko. We are in public" he hushes me. 

"Since when do I care?" I ask. 

"I love you baby" he whispers with a smile on his face. 

"I love you more, lotus flower" I say and serve us the food kept. 

We both finish our dinner with the amazing view and Bran proceed to bless me with the breathtaking sight of him drawing with his sleeves pulled up in white shirt with messy hair. I sat and admired him for two more hours as he painted with the most satisfying smile on his face. 

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Hello my girlies, I'm back with one shot of what I'm sure is the fandom's favorite second generation couple. I bet no one can hate NikoBran and if they do I'm sorry you have no taste. 

It's been so long since my creative part of the brain worked to my satisfaction and I'm glad it worked because of my babies. 

I'm happy about something and I hope it stays the same way with no issues in future. Touchwood. 

Life has changed alot since the last couple of months and tell me if you are also going through major life changing situations. 

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