It All Started With A Tattoo (A Nicholas Fanfiction)

It All Started With A Tattoo (A Nicholas Fanfiction)

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There's this band that she loves. this band is her favorite. but so is the guitarist Nicholas.. What happens when she walks into a tattoo shop for her first tattoo... only to find it's him? the rock star and love of her life! Bad Omens Is the best band out there, if ya haven't checked them out then I suggest ya do it! (: Also a quick thank you to a friend for helping me when I needed help!
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(COMPLETED) Raphaella Arcega never meant for anyone to see him the way she did -- quiet, distant, lost in his own world as he waited at the airport gate. She was just passing time with a sketch, the way she always did, tracing the outlines of strangers who would never know they'd been captured in ink. But this time was different. Because the man in her drawing wasn't just anyone -- he was Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson, guitarist of Bad Omens. What started as a simple sketch turned into a ripple across the internet, and soon, a message she never expected arrived in her inbox. One conversation led to another -- soft, careful, hesitant. Like guitar feedback humming in the background, their words lingered long after they were sent. Somewhere between lines on paper and strings of music, between sketches and late-night messages, two worlds began to weave quietly together. And maybe, just maybe, the noise between them was never noise at all. It was harmony waiting to be heard.

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