#nikia lee

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[d-criss-news]

Via Nikia Lee's Instagram Story (October 10th, 2023)

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[lilbdenclips]

Nikia Lee posted clips from B's recent show with Mike Viola. (Nikia, as above, knew B since junior high, and was in the Hallelujah video, as well as a couple periscopes they did while filming that music video, joking with B and others)

[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss at Alex Greenwald's birthday party | We even got old man Criss out of the house | October 9th, 2023 | 🎥 via Nikia Lee

[eulcgizeme]

OPEN TO: @platiinums for nikia bellMUSE(S): knightley rhodes & rhodes burton. ft. lysander rhodes being a dick for .2 seconds. PLOT: the official rhodes-burton family introduction after lee indirectly popped a question to niki

Predictability is a blessing the Rhodes Burton family was not given but nature, but something nurtured into their structure by the eldest son. To hold every frayed edged taunt, even if knotting it together could make his own valiant noose, was the only way he could ensure the prosperity of his brothers— their survival, but he's never let himself dwell on the asperity of their reality. Their matriarch, Rhodes' namesake and the legacy her sons chose over their father after divorce, had been the root of their downfall before they were old enough to take on responsibility for their own faults. That is, if Rhodes ever let them. There's a shift tonight, an uneasiness Rhodes can't quite put the pieces together despite the way they all abide to routine. Not even 7 o'clock and the table is set with their mother's favorite china, Andy's hunger for antagonizing is somewhat satiated by the time he's arrived, and the calm comes with a thrilling after taste. It's only then that he notices Knightley, the youngest of entourage with an even stronger desperation for order, is missing. "Where's Lee?" He asked, but instead of a single concern for their missing piece, Celeste grins. She's holding excitement instead of crooked mania, and it's clear that there's a scheme he's been left out of. Its returned, concern glazed over before he inquires again. "What? Is he surprising us? Did something happen at the gallery?" "You'll see," She whispers, finger ruffling through the honey locks she's passed down to just two of her children. Halos she called them, which only spited Andy even more as the odd one out. If only he'd known she was more than her than the rest. She tilts her chin to the end of the table, placeholder for a fifth member finally given utensils to participate. A knock raps at the door gently as Knightley can't help but feel as though he needs to behave, string together every single manner as though he's imposing. He knows he's disrupting routine even if Niki has graced these halls more than once, but summer is over. The rest of the year belongs to the five of them, quiet and quaint for Celeste to challenge alone. "Sorry we're late!" Knightley's voice cracks through brief concern, relief settling over Rhodes. "We just got back from the city. You would think I've figured out how to gage traffic by this point, but you know how it is just getting out of the city. It's a nightmare. We also had to swing by the gallery here to drop off some pieces, and—" He's rambling, his own voice lost to a murmur as his mother greets him while his arm is around Niki's waist to hold her close. It's not as though she'll get lost, but rather taken for dissection. Her nods and rhythmic hums of agreement blend into every useless excuse because not a single person pays his mind. All eyes are on who he's brought with him. "Niki!" Celeste greets her first and catches her hands in her own, pink lips pressed to her knuckles. A smirk is given to her son that can't seem to piece together how to act. Despite standing tall, he can't catch the right words. "I hope you're hungry. This is nothing compared to those dreadful summer—" "She likes to make sure people starve at her soirees so the ones that don't matter are gone by 8," Andy chimes in, but he doesn't stand from his seat in the dining room. Inspection is done at a distance, calculation and laziness carefully construed for a hunter rarely given competition. "I can't tell if she's more excited Lee's brought a girl home, or someone might actually be impressed by something other than a cocktail." "Lysander." A hiss breaks through the excitement that nips at them as Celeste waves them down but as expected, her eldest is already at her side. Rhodes interrupts, hand clasped over his brother's shoulder as he takes the lead. Guilt as Lee can't seem to settle in creeps up on him, but it's mended quickly. "Sorry for being starstruck, I don't think we knew we'd have company tonight," He says, a nod to his brother. "We've got you at the head of the table if you don't mind."

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01/06/2024

Alex Greenwald with Nikia Lee, Sam Morgan, and Devin Way, via @/madmaven

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Nikia Lee via Instagram 🖤

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Victoria Justice and friends attend Cinespia's "I Know What You Did Last Summer" held at Hollywood Forever on October 15, 2021 in Hollywood, California.

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(Via officialjacobluttrell)

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[d-criss-news]

Via Nikia Lee's Instagram Story (February 12th, 2023)

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[datshitrandom]

Darren Criss at Alex Greenwald's birthday party | We even got old man Criss out of the house | October 9th, 2023 | 🎥 via Nikia Lee

[eulcgizeme]

"My North star, my muse, my haven—" He catches himself before the stammer, but the simplicity it would have been down to is true. As much as he belongs to her, Lee believes there some part of her that gets to be his. The pieces he can still claim as his own remain to cradle the bits of herself she's given to him. "All of this is beyond you, it has to be. You've entertained it enough, haven't you?"

Nikia is a spectacle to the ones who've claimed to be gods in a town smaller than a stone, and within reason. She has the poise of all their aspirations. Lee still gets lost in it, watching her with an awe— studying. Pressed against her neck with a murmur, he asks, "Where would we start?"

She's hardly surprised his roots have become a constraint. They're more like creeping ivy than something easy to nurture, too much of the same. Even seated at the dining table as they are, she's angled to meet him. Legs on his lap, half of the mind to perch there instead while he continues rumination. Call her a complimentary creature, if she hears things she likes, Nikia's prompt to respond.

The touch is welcome. Her gaze drifts from the paperwork to meet baby blue and rests for a spell. "You making me your North star?" Tried and true. 

She'd kill for him without batting an eyelash.