#nikolai x oc

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You Drive Me Wild - Nikolai x OC It's October 1990, and Nikolai is a soldier, guarding the Soviet embassy in Copenhagen. It's a dull assignment, with dull comrades, the only bright spot of his station the days away from the embassy, when he can get to know this new city and her people. It's one of these nights when a woman he's been dreaming about walks into a smoky bar, and into his arms at last.

Contains: Alcohol, smoking, age-gap relationship, plain text is "translated" Russian (Since it is Nikolai's perspective), English in italics, pining, low-key hero worship, oral sex, unprotected (oops) sex. (Let me know if I missed something!)

~7.3k - MDNI!! - Intended for mature audiences

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Copenhagen, October 5th, 1990

Copenhagen was… Alright. 

Nikolai had gotten a cushy sort of assignment, thanks to Natalia’s connections, guarding the Soviet embassy. Mostly all he had to do was stand around and look threatening, check identification at the gate, occasionally follow the ambassador around to some function or another. It wasn’t complicated. It wasn’t exciting. It just… was. Days bled into each other like cheap watercolour paint, edges blurred and indistinct. The routine chafed at him. He had gotten too used to freedom, running wild between Leningrad and the farmhouse out in Kyrelia, skipping school and occasionally helping his uncle with work, which was more likely to end in real action than anything he did at the embassy. A high-speed car chase through fields of rye was good fun, and a knife-fight in a back alley was better. 

Still, there was a certain thrill to getting out of Russia— A few runs across the border into Finland hadn’t given him much idea of what life was like outside, and he was eager to taste what the West had to offer him. He spent every moment that he could off base, practising his languages, picking up pretty brunettes (English and American ones, when he could), listening to music that hadn’t been approved by any government agency, played in basement bars, laced with anger and heavy guitar, the air heavy with smoke and the smell of sweat. He would have spent too much of his meagre salary going out to bars around the city, if he didn’t so often wind up with more cash in his pockets than when he left, betting on games of pool and poker and winning more often than not. 

He had a few favourite establishments, ones with a higher turnover rate of tourists. It was harder to shark the same people twice, but cocky American tourists provided good hunting for a fresh-faced soldier who was oh so good at pretending to be a simple country boy. It was their own arrogance that lost the games before they had even begun. Nikolai had no qualms about using that American bluff and bluster to his advantage. This particular bar was near some of the embassies and plenty of hotels, and he’d already made a hundred American dollars playing pool with chain of unlucky marks (So typical of Americans to carry their own currency in another country). He sat at the bar considering his next move. He felt no particular urge to play any longer, or to return to his comrades, sitting at a table on the other side of the crowded establishment. Perhaps he would try his luck with the table of leggy blond women in the back corner of the smoky bar. One of them had been throwing smiles his way for the past half-hour. Pussy was pussy, even if he did prefer brunettes with thick, muscular thighs. 

“You should play another round of pool,” Ivan, one of his fellow embassy guards said in his ear, half crashing into him from behind, knocking Nikolai into the bar and nearly spilling his beer. “There is a beautiful woman who’s about to beat a couple of Germans, you could have next game.” 

Nikolai made a disgruntled sound. “I’m done for tonight,” he said, draining the rest of his beer. “You play her.” He had neglected to return to the table with Ivan and the others for a reason. He was tired of the usual posturing and boisterous behaviour already, and they had really only started in on their night. They often made fun of him for calling it early, or not trying to keep up with them, but it was always his turn to feel superior in the morning, when they could hardly open their eyes. 

“Ah, come on, Kolyan. I can’t speak German or English. She will look at me like I’m a fool if I try to speak to her.” Ivan relied too heavily on Nikolai when it came to women. He made no effort to learn other languages, putting him at a disadvantage talking to local and tourist alike in Copenhagen, where Danish, English, German and even French were the best bets for communication.

“Maybe she speaks Russian.” 

Ivan scoffed. “Unlikely. She looks American.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes, but turned to look, rewarded with the sight of a round ass wearing a pair of blue jeans bent over the table. A brunette, with shiny, slightly curling hair pulled into a high ponytail, wearing a leather jacket. Judging by the looks on the faces of the two blond giants across from her, she was about to clear the table. And she was just Nikolai’s type, by the shape of her. 

He ordered two shots of whiskey, and when he turned to look around again, the woman had circled to the other side of the table. Nikolai’s heart stammered to a stop for a moment, bounced against the bottom of his stomach, and lurched back into motion as it landed hard in it’s usual place. 

Helena.

She sank the eight ball, grinning like a wolf, her red-painted lips stark contrast against her white teeth. “Sorry, boys. That’s game,” she told them in that pretty English accent of hers. “Better luck next time.”

Nikolai slapped a few krone on the bar and picked up the shot glasses, sidling up to Helena, setting them on the water-stained wooden edges of the pool table. “Lena,” he said, puffing himself up a bit. He had no need to pitch his voice lower now, or pull himself ramrod straight to give him the extra height.  He was undoubtedly a man now, with a days worth of stubble on his chin and enough experience with women that he would not turn pink or stammer when she looked at him. She would have to see that. “Have a drink with me.”

Her attention snapped away from the Germans and to him, eyes devastatingly sharp on their first pass, until recognition softened her features with a smile half a heartbeat later. “Kolya?” she asked. “What are you doing here?” She didn’t wait for an answer before she seized him around the neck, pulling him into a tight hug. 

Nikolai wrapped his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her in a tight circle, breathing in the smell of cigarettes and sweet, spicy perfume. He was a lot taller than she was now, and she fit into his arms better than a dream, with weight and substance. The last time he had seen her, three years that felt like a lifetime ago, they had been the same height. 

“I’m a soldier now,” he told her as he set her back down on her feet, his hands lingering on her hips just a moment longer than necessary. He had no desire to let her go, but he did. “Stationed at the embassy. Aunt Talia pulled strings. It’s an easy assignment.”

“They made you cut your hair.” She rubbed a hand over his head, her hand sliding down the back of his neck before she let it fall back to her side. “It’s too bad. The long hair suited you.”

Nikolai nudged her gently, picking the shots up again and handing one to her. “I’ll grow it back once I’m my own man again. For you.”

He loved the way her eyes creased when she smiled. “Good.” They knocked their glasses together and downed them at the same time. “You still smoke?” she asked, inclining her head towards the door. “I was about to step outside.”

“You can smoke in here.” A bluish haze hung in the air above their heads, swirling whenever someone opened the door to admit a fresh gust of air, and many patrons of the bar had lit cigarettes in their hands, smoke drifting upwards with every exhale. 

“I know. But it’s loud. I want to catch up.” 

He would never argue against taking a moment alone with her. “As you wish.” He gestured for her to walk ahead of him. He could feel Ivan’s eyes on the back of his neck, so he shot a quick, gloating glance over his shoulder at his open-mouthed comrade, and then dashed ahead to open the door for Helena. 

They stepped into the cool night air, and Helena pulled a pack of smokes out of her inner jacket pocket and thumbed one up enough that she could pull it out with her mouth, and offered the pack to Nikolai while she dug her lighter out of the front pocket of her jeans. 

“You’re here on business?” Nikolai held her wrist steady as he plucked a cigarette from the pack, fingers moving fast enough that he hoped she wouldn’t notice that he took one that had the slightest smudge of red lipstick on it. He might be a man, but he didn’t harbour any illusions about his chances with Helena. An indirect kiss was the best he could hope for. 

Lena tucked the pack into her pocket again, nodding. “Yes. Finished up now. I’ll be leaving tomorrow.” She lit her own cigarette and held up the lighter for him, her other hand cupped around the flame to protect it from the chilly breeze that rolled down the well-lit streets.

“That’s too bad. I have a few days off. It would be nice to spend some time with you.” He braced a hand on the wall behind her as he leaned in, meeting her eyes evenly. Did he just imagine that little hitch of breath? The spark of interest in her dark brown eyes?

She looked away, flicking the lighter closed. “I could maybe stick around another day.”

“Maybe another two?” he asked playfully. He was still looming over her, not touching, but close enough to share heat. She didn’t move away. 

“We’ll see.” She braced her left elbow against her hand, setting the cigarette to her lips, her eyes everywhere but on him. Perhaps her stance was protective, hesitant, but still… Something had very obviously shifted between them. 

Her wedding band was missing. 

After three years of pining and chasing any woman that reminded him even a little of Helena, it was a cold-water shock to the system to imagine that the real thing was suddenly attainable. Fate had smiled at him, led them to each other on a chilly autumn night in a city big enough that they could have easily sailed right past each other, not even knowing that the other was near. Nikolai was no longer a child, he was tall and strong like a man worthy of her ought to be, and she was as beautiful as he remembered, sloe-eyed and ageless, and she was not wearing a wedding ring. 

Still, his chances balanced like a knife tip on a finger. It would be easy to move to fast or too slow, to ask the wrong question or provide the wrong answer. Helena might still think him too young. He could stumble and show his limited experience, let the facade of confidence slip, allow the knife to tumble, sharp and glittering, to the ground.  

He resisted the urge to touch one of the escaped wisps of hair that framed her face, curling in the damp sea air. "Do you ever wear your hair down?" he asked, pivoting away from the inclination to ask about her marriage. Maybe that would be a conversation for a few drinks later. 

"Not really," she said, finally looking up at him again, tucking one of those escaped curls behind her ear. "Why?" 

"Just wondering. I think I only even saw it down once. It is always business with you. Practicality." 

"Nothing wrong with that."

"Certainly not. It is just curiosity." 

"Hm. Of course.” The look she gave him was strange, fond but slightly suspicious, like she knew that there was something unsaid underneath his casual tone, but hadn’t quite figured out what. “How is the family?” Her turn to pivot, turning the conversation away from herself and back to predictable waters. “Last time I spoke to Talia she said she was expecting another baby." 

Nikolai nodded. "Yes. Due soon. Maybe inside the month. And little Aleksei just turned three. Getting bigger every day. Talking endlessly, asking a thousand questions every day. Wants to know the whys of every little thing. How is your son? Ten now, yes?" 

"Yes. He's a smart boy. Very capable. He's an expert marksman already. Hits a dead eye on a moving target eight times out of ten." 

"Impressive." 

“He’s got no real sense for flying though. Taken him up a few times, but he doesn’t like heights. Poor kid.”

Nikolai laughed, struck, not for the first time, at the absurdity of her being a mother at all. She had patience, but little softness, more a captain training a recruit than a mother teaching her son, more concerned with toughness and survival than anything else. She was a hawk nudging her fledgling out of the nest and hoping he would fly. “He is only ten years old, Lena,” he reminded her. “You cannot expect him to be an expert in all things.”

“Well, I suppose not. He’s a pretty good driver, at least.” 

Ivan tumbled out the door, followed by Iosif and Pyotr, the three of them laughing. Like Nikolai, they had gotten their stations in Copenhagen due to connections, but unlike Nikolai, they didn’t take an ounce of it seriously. Nikolai was no nationalist, but he did respect the training. He knew he could outrun, out-lift and out-shoot all three of them. And when it came to thinking, he was many miles ahead as well. 

“Kolyan! We thought you left us behind,” Pyotr said. “But no, you are just out here with a beautiful woman.” 

“Helena,” Lena supplied, giving them a half-wave with her nearly spent cigarette. 

“Pyotr,” he replied, giving her a wide smile. He was tall as Nikolai, and blond and handsome in an annoying, self-aware way. “Ivan, and Iosif,” he added, pointing to the others in turn. “You don’t look Russian.” They were all so surprised when someone could speak more languages then they were born with, as though their own ignorant refusal to learn to communicate was the norm.

“I’m English,” she said. “A friend of Kolya’s family.”

Iosif gave Helena a look that lingered too long everywhere but her face. It made Nikolai want to punch him repeatedly. “You’re very beautiful,” Iosif said bluntly. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She smiled at him, the wolfish one that was all bared teeth and thinly-veiled threat, and dropped her cigarette to the damp ground, stepping on it to ensure it was fully out. “No. I buy my own drinks.”

“Kolyan bought you a drink,” Iosif protested. 

“I don’t like you as much as I like him,” Lena said, shrugging. “There are no debts between us.” 

Of course she would say so. She didn’t tally favours against friends, no concern for balanced books when the scales were tipped her way. He didn’t operate like that— Couldn’t afford to let favours accumulate interest, liked to collect sooner rather than later, keeping his own ledger clear. But it was staggering, how much he owed her. For the gifts, his flight lessons, the dust up in Leningrad where he had gotten injured, cornered and nearly killed, and she had taken down two men with her boot knife and bare hands. “Not quite,” Nikolai said softly. “My life is yours.” Perhaps it was nothing to her, just another day in a life filled with violence, but he would certainly not forget the sight of her covered in someone else’s blood, rushing to his side the moment both bodies hit the floor. 

She shook her head, looking up at him. Her dark eyes looked starry, the way they cast back the orange light of streetlamps and the pink and blue neon sign from across the street, but it was hard to fathom what she was thinking, behind all that reflected colour. “No, Kolya. You owe me nothing.”

Nikolai tossed down his own cigarette and tapped his first knuckle against the bottom of her chin, leaning in a little closer. “It is really not a matter of owing, Helena,” he purred. “It is a matter of knowing where I stand.”

Her lips parted slightly, a hint of colour creeping into her pale cheeks. 

“If there is a story there, we’d like to hear it,” Pyotr said smoothly, interrupting the moment with all the grace of a bucking bull smashing through a window. “Come, let Kolyan buy you another drink, tell us why he owes you his life.”

“It is better if I tell it,” Nikolai said. “She will discount her actions, because she is as modest as she is beautiful. But it is up to her if we join you. Tonight she is my general.” He dropped his arm to her shoulders, pulling her in close. She made no move to push him away, and her body fit right in against him like she belonged there. Like she belonged with him. 

“They’re your friends, Kolya. Up to you.”

In all truth, he didn’t want to share any of her attention with them, although he did feel a certain pull to show her off some, even though she was not really his.  “One drink,” he said. “We won’t stay long.”

They crowded back into the bar, and Helena touched Nikolai's chest lightly. "I'll be right back," she said, taking off for the back corner of the bar, weaving through clumps of other patrons. It was getting busier, and a band was tuning up their instruments on the opposite side of the establishment, the noise already sending ripples through the haze of smoke. Pyotr followed him to the bar while Ivan and Iosif laid claim to one of the few remaining tables. 

"You always have good luck with women," Pyotr complained while they waited for the bartender to take notice of them. "You should leave some beautiful girls for the rest of us, no?" 

"If you learned another tongue you could speak to some of them yourself," Nikolai said. "You and Ivan should try. Iosif has been learning English. He's fucking terrible at it, but it's worth the effort. He gets dates." 

"Your Helena speaks Russian. And German?" 

"And French. Maybe more than that. She does business in many countries."

“Business? She does not look like a business woman.”

Nikolai shrugged, burying his irritation under nonchalance. “Perhaps you have a narrow mind.” 

Once they had their drinks in hand, they found the other two soldiers, and crammed into the booth with them. With four bulky men in the space, it was hard to imagine squeezing Helena into a proper seat. Nikolai wanted to kiss Ivan and Iosif on the mouth for creating a scenario where he might be able to coax Helena to sit on his lap. They were not good for much, but at least they were good for something. 

Helena reappeared at his shoulder, and Nikolai twisted to look up at her, surprised to find that she had taken her hair down from its ponytail. She looked a little wilder that way, a little younger, dark hair loose around her shoulders, curling at the ends.

"Why don't you sit with me?" Pyotr asked, patting his knee invitingly. "Pretty thing like you ought to have a man take care of you, yes?" 

Helena gave him an unamused look and hooked her arm around Nikolai's shoulders, dropping onto his thigh without any further ceremony. Nikolai wrapped his arm around her waist happily, his big hand sitting on the junction between her hip and thigh. He resisted the urge to dig his fingers in and feel her properly. "Don't get any ideas, Kolya," she told him, an attempt to be stern, although he wasn't sure either of them really believed that she meant it. "I'm far too old." 

"Not so," Nikolai said, hoping honesty would help his case. "I've been with older women than you." He preferred women to girls his own age. 

Surprise flickered across her face. She was rarely surprised, but the expression suited her, her soft red lips parting slightly, her beautiful eyes, usually half closed, opened wide. Ivan and Iosif were laughing, Iosif jostling Pyotr with his elbow for getting rejected so definitively. 

Nikolai pressed his advantage, leaning in close, his words only for her. "Perhaps you will tell me later why you have no ring on your finger." 

She turned her head slightly. They were so close that their noses almost brushed. "Kolya..." 

"Lena," he returned, nudging the tip of his nose against hers, satisfaction pooling in his belly at the was she inhaled, like she thought he was going to try to kiss her. And then he turned away, picking up his beer and nudging hers toward the corner of the table slightly.

Yes, things had certainly shifted between them.

There was something gratifying about having her there, and not just because her warm body was pressed close to his, but to have someone to exchange a look with when Pyotr said something out of touch, or when Ivan made a terrible joke. They tended to think alike, him and his sparrowhawk, and every time they looked at each other it was confirmation of the chemistry that Nikolai had long been painfully aware of, and Lena was just beginning to realize. 

When she finished her beer, she stood up, heading outside for another cigarette. She didn’t like to smoke indoors— Nikolai suspected it was more a reason to take a step outside to gather her thoughts than it was for any type of propriety. Pyotr had offered her two as they sat around the table, and she had politely declined each time. 

“I won’t be back,” he told the others, grinning wolfishly at the sour look on Pyotr’s face. “Try not to get into too much trouble without me. You will not be able to talk your way out of it.”

He found Lena around the corner, tucked into an alley to get out of the wind. The weather had a habit of shifting without warning, and there was a smell of ozone in the air, promising rain, although the sky above them was still dark and clear. 

She looked at him, but didn’t speak, simply held out her pack of cigarettes to offer him one. He lit it with his own lighter this time, nodding his thanks rather than breaking the silence. If she had something on her mind, it would be better to wait her out. So he smoked, standing a step away, watching her. He could never get tired of looking at her anyway. 

Finally, she spoke, an accusation, but delivered lightly. “You’ve been flirting.”

He nodded. The allegations were more than true. He was only glad that she could not charge him for the thoughts he’d indulged in, not simply that evening, but for a very long time. “I have.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you.” 

She dropped her spent cigarette to the ground, frowning. "Kolya, you're too young. You should be with someone your own age." 

Nikolai dropped his own cigarette and threw caution away as well, stepping forward, crowding her up against the rough brick, and cupped her face, allowing all the admiration and want that he'd tried to bury for years to rise to the surface. "I am nearly twenty. I am a soldier. Old enough to die for my country, but not old enough to want to make love to a beautiful woman I respect and adore?" 

She gripped his wrists, but didn't pull his hands away. "I--"

"No. Even before you were not happy. You deserve more, from a man who will do anything for you. Let me be that man, Lena. At least for a day or two, hm?" He pressed his lips to hers and drew back, searching her eyes for a reaction. Her grip on his wrists loosened and fell away, her palms settling against his chest instead. Not pushing him away, but not pulling him closer either. 

They looked at each other for a long moment, indecision writ in bold script across her face. Good sense would have her send him away, but it was not a night where good sense reigned supreme. They were alone, in a world that had shrank to fit just the two of them, everything else forgotten and distant. 

Her eyes dropped from his and settled on his mouth. "Oh fuck it," she said, and they crashed together desperately, her hands gripping his shirt.

Heat blazed in his chest, like a sputtering engine roaring to life. She opened up to him without him having to do any prodding, he could taste smoke and the clean burn of alcohol on her tongue as it moved against his. This was passion, not the clumsy, anxious pawing between two inexperienced people, like he was more used to, but the inevitable reaction of two people who knew exactly what they wanted. He threaded his fingers through her silky hair, angling her head slightly so he could deepen the kiss the slightest bit more, licking eagerly into her mouth. She made a soft sound, arms twining around his neck so she could press her body closer to his. He let his own hands settle on her waist. As much as he wanted to touch every inch of her, he didn't want to come across as too excitable or get carried away by his desire. He needed to make Helena melt first. His own pleasure was a guarantee. Even if she stopped him there, he had held and touched and kissed her now, and he had come many times to paltry imaginings of less.

Lena broke them apart, breathing hard, her dark eyes bright and slightly unfocused, like she had never been kissed like that. Like his kiss had left her more unsteady than the drinks, her red lipstick smeared across her mouth. “I’m staying close by,” she told him, running her thumb across the corner of his mouth, coming away with more red pigment. “Do you want—”

He cut her off with another kiss. He didn’t give a fuck if there was lipstick staining his own mouth. It was just evidence that she really had kissed him. “If you’re asking if I want to get out of here, the answer is yes.”

“Should you tell your friends?”

“No. I make it a habit to leave without saying goodbye. Especially if a beautiful woman has been sitting in my lap all evening.” He grinned, catching her hand as he stepped back. “Where are you staying?”

They walked to her hotel slowly, Nikolai stopping to kiss her at every opportunity, a little worried that she might, at any moment, come to her senses and send him on his way. He had wanted her so badly for so long, he did not wish to stop until they had tangled up together in bed, and perhaps not even then. Perhaps he could convince her to spend more time with him. Perhaps when he had served his time in the army he would be able to follow her wherever she went. 

It would likely take some convincing, but he was up to the task. In that moment, he was up to any task. 

She unlocked the door to her hotel room, her expression turning pensive. "I'm not divorced yet, we’re just separated for now. Maybe this is--"

"Lena, I am not asking you for the rest of your life." He didn't add that he would take it, if she offered it to him-- That he would take anything she offered him, no matter how big or small. "I only want to show you what you mean to me." 

She pushed the door open to let him in. "I don't-- I don't even know if we will get divorced." 

"I don't care." He did. He cared a lot, but if he said that aloud she would halt things, tell him it was for his own good. 

"Of course not. It's just a crush you want to work out of your system, right?" She smiled wryly, shedding her leather jacket and tossing it over a chair. 

"Sure." He tossed his own jacket down on top of hers and hauled her back into his arms. "Do you want to talk about this man that never deserved you? Or do you want to forget him?" He rubbed his thumb over the jagged scar on her arm, where it cut her RAF tattoo in half, his touch following it up to where it disappeared under her rolled up t-shirt sleeve and back down again. 

She drew in a shaky breath, as unsure as Nikolai had ever seen her. "He cheated on me. Said it was because I was gone so much. Guess I can’t blame him for that. Just never was able to stay home. Too much to do. Not built for domesticity.” 

“You cannot help being what you are,” Nikolai said.

Lena laughed lightly and wound her arms around his waist, her hands slipping under his shirt and curling against his back. “Are you going to tell me what I am, Kolya?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him. 

“A sparrowhawk. A fierce little hunting bird. A warrior, perhaps, a traveller, certainly. Never the kind of woman that belongs tucked away in a kitchen somewhere. Your husband is a fool if he cannot appreciate you as you were made to be.” 

“He wants to work it out,” she warned him. “We've got so much tangled up together it might be the only thing that makes sense." 

“Perhaps. Perhaps if you must, you should allow him to chase his lesser women, so that you can spend your time with a better man.” He grinned at her and moved in for another kiss. He had said everything that needed saying, laid out what cards he thought would aid him, and kept the rest tucked away for later. She all but melted in his arms, lips parting reflexively for him. 

This time, he made no effort to restrain himself, letting his hands roam, moaning into her mouth when he finally got a handful of her backside, fingers gripping a little too tight from enthusiasm. What curves she had were incidental, from her broad-hipped build rather than much softness— Even motherhood had granted very little softness to Lena, she was packed muscle and callouses and fire, totally unlike any of the pale imitations he had found himself chasing over the past few years. Lena would always be a soldier first, it would take some effort to remind her that she was a woman too. 

Nikolai stepped forward, making Lena move backwards until her knees hit the bed, and broke the kiss so he could kiss down her neck, sucking a little too hard just below her ear, making her hiss. She gripped the collar of his shirt firmly, hauling him back a bit. “Easy,” she said, laughing. “Leave the hickies for the college girls, Kolya.”

He flushed pink, although the embarrassment from his mistake did nothing to dampen the mood, blessedly. “Sorry,” he said, knocking his forehead against hers. “You’re very hot.”

Lena grinned in response and tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side. She ran her hands over his chest, eyes following hungrily. “So are you.”

Nikolai had been hard since they started kissing outside the bar, but her words, somehow all the more genuine delivered in her own tongue, coupled with the look she gave him made him twitch, blood fully abandoning his head to travel south. He pulled her shirt off too, and kissed down her chest, cheering internally that he managed to unhook her bra on the first attempt, rather than struggling with the clasp like a schoolboy. 

Her nails grazed over his head encouragingly when he reached her small breasts, lapping his tongue across one nipple and palming the other. She made a breathy sound, and then a groan when he tested his teeth against the sensitive nub. He groaned too, some primal part of him getting off on the fact that he was making her feel good, that she was letting him touch her, that she was enjoying the feeling of his hands and lips and tongue and teeth on her skin. He felt twenty feet tall. 

Lena reached for his belt, undoing the buckle before his syrupy-slow thoughts could catch up. He broke away from her breast and caught her wrists before she could do more than undo the top button of his jeans. He was fairly sure he would spill all over her fingers if she put her hands on him. “Impatient,” he chided her, pushing her onto the bed. He sank to his knees, positioning his body between her thighs. “Ladies first.”

Her laugh was always music to his ears, but it was honey sweet now, pooling somewhere in his chest as he cut her off with another kiss. He couldn’t risk her seeing the feeling in his eyes— He knew it was too close to love, that she would realize that this meant more to him than it did to her, and she would send him away to protect him. 

He ducked his head and sank back on his haunches, pulling one of her boots into his lap so he could undo the laces and pull it free. She leaned back on her elbows to watch him, her head tipped to the side thoughtfully. Her gaze burned, but he didn’t look up until he had set both boots to the side, sliding his hands up her firm thighs to the waistband of her jeans. “These need to come off now.” 

“Now who’s impatient?” she asked teasingly, but she pitched her hips up so he could peel the denim off of her legs anyway, the heat in her eyes undeniable. 

Nikolai ran his hands up her legs reverently, dropping a kiss on the inside of her knee, torn as ever between restraint and enthusiasm. He pushed her legs open a little wider, attention fixed on her cotton-clad cunt. 

Lena gave him a sly, fox-like smile. "You want to taste me?" She asked, hooking her thumbs through the waistband of her panties. 

"More than anything," he breathed. 

"Then get to it, soldier," she said, pushing them down.

"Yes ma'am." Nikolai pulled them the rest of the way off, and tried to be subtle about shoving the (wet!) cotton in his pocket. She probably saw, but she was gracious enough to not mention it. He wasted no more time, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he peppered the inside of her thighs with kisses, eyes focused on her pretty pussy, framed by slick darkened curls. His cock throbbed as he dipped his head down, licking a broad path along her slit, groaning at the heady taste of her. He threw one of her lean legs over his shoulder and fixed his mouth to her clit, lapping his tongue across it, gripping tightly to her hips when they bucked up against him. A moan fell from Helena's mouth, prompting him to repeat the movement. 

He found a rhythm quickly, spurred on by her gasped instructions, or her hand nudging his head into just the right position. He had found that the benefit sleeping with older women was that they weren’t shy about asking for what they wanted, but Helena took it a step further and simply took, grinding against his tongue, using the leg over his shoulder to pull him closer, the other planted on his thigh so she could push him just slightly away, reminding him to breathe. As if that was important, when the sharp taste of her was heavy on his tongue and her moans were thick in the air. 

“Two fingers,” Lena gasped, nudging him back slightly to make sure he was listening. “Inside, please.”

Nikolai obeyed, leaning back to watch her face, replacing his tongue with his thumb. Her soaked cunt pulsed around his fingers, her hips canting toward his touch desperately. He curled his fingers just so, and she keened, fisting the sheets as if she were worried that she would levitate off the bed and away from his hands. “Will you come for me?” he purred. “You look so beautiful. Taste so sweet.”

His words made her gush, her walls clenching tight around him. “Fuck— Kolya!” Her whole body shuddered, pulling taut, tension snapping when he suctioned his mouth to her swollen clit once more, moaning against her as she came, as if her pleasure was his own. It nearly was. He was so hard, and his jeans so tight that he could imagine coming just from the pressure and the sweet sounds she made, although he tried not to think about that. 

She unhooked her leg from his shoulder and pushed herself into a seated position, cupping his jaw to pull him closer. “You’re pretty good at that,” she panted, pressing a kiss to his mouth, unphased by the slick that coated the lower half of his face. 

Nikolai got to his feet, letting his teeth graze against her bottom lip before he straightened up fully, separating reluctantly so he could kick off his boots and finally rid himself of the rest of his clothes. “I’m good at lots of things,” he promised. 

Helena moved toward the head of the mattress, watching him, face flushed pink high on her cheekbones and hair a mess already. Her dark eyes dipped down his chest, thighs pressing together when he finally freed his cock. He wanted to imprint the image of her looking at him like that on the back of his eyelids, so he could see it every time he blinked for the rest of his life. Her dark eyes were hot and hungry, for him. That morning, this was a distant, far off fantasy that lingered in the back of his mind, and now she was here, laying naked before him, every inch of her lean, muscular, scarred up body on display, and she wanted him. 

“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come over here and show me what else you’re good at?” she asked. 

“I am just appreciating the view,” he laughed, climbing onto the bed beside her. “It’s one I’d very much like to remember.”

“Flatterer,” she accused, curling into his arms for another kiss. 

He hummed against her mouth, agreeing, pulling her on top of him, legs on either side of his waist. He was glad she was as eager to lock lips as he was— He could never get tired of the spit-slicked slide of her mouth against his, the swipe of her tongue against his own, like she was as desperate to devour him as he was her. He reached around her hips to take himself in hand, precum easing the glide of his first few rough, desperate strokes. 

“Koyla,” she whined against his mouth, angling her hips back. 

“You want me?” he asked, tapping the head of his cock against her core, grinning when she inched backward, chasing it when he pulled back again. 

“Yes,” she panted. “Please.”

Who was he to deny her? He rubbed himself against her dripping folds again, and she pitched herself backward, taking him to the hilt in one smooth movement. He groaned, fighting off the urge to come just like that, at the first molten clench of her cunt around him, fingers digging into her hips to hold her still while he adjusted. 

Lena fought his grip, grinding her clit down against him, desperate for friction and movement. Nikolai lost the battle shamefully quick, an orgasm pulsing through him before he could do more than pant out her name, holding her down against him as he came inside her, eyes screwed tight. 

He pulled in a shuddering breath, wincing. “Shit. Sorry.”

Lena just laughed, not an ounce of judgment or disappointment in the sound. “You need a minute?” she asked, pushing back up onto her knees, their hips still pressed flush together. Her cunt pulsed around him, and, blessedly, his cock responded with enthusiasm, staying hard. She rocked back and forth, hands braced against his chest as she fucked herself slowly on him, drawing each movement out excruciatingly slow, a teasing smile on her lips. She squeezed around him again, and he could help but groan, rutting up into her reflexively. 

“No. No, I will keep going. Sorry.” He pulled her down against his chest and rolled them so that he was on top. Coming too early once was bad enough, he couldn’t risk it happening a second time. He folded her legs up and thrust into her slow, making sure that she felt every inch of him drag across that spongy, sensitive spot that he had found with his fingers earlier. 

Lena hooked her legs around his waist, pressing her palms against the headboard to give herself some leverage to meet his movements, encouraging him to pick up his pace. He followed her cue, pistoning into her soaked pussy harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass, coupling with the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her and the little whimpers that left her lips with every thrust. He dropped down to his forearms, feeling tension building inside him again, trying to keep his reaction in check, and the change in angle made her cry out. She let go of the headboard and clung to his shoulders instead, burying her face against his neck. 

“Kolya,” she gasped into his ear. “I’m close.”

He knew that the best thing he could do was keep to the same rhythm, so he continued the relentless pace, shifting his wieght to one arm so he could reach between them, rubbing a tight circle around her clit. He legs squeezed tight around him, her cunt fluttering around his cock. She bit down on his shoulder, groaning against his skin, nails digging into his back.  His own release came quickly, the tension snapping as he spilled inside her for the second time. He rutted against her until her cunt relented, loosening around him. 

“Fuck,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers, breathing hard. “You’re so beautiful. Next time I need to see your face, yes?”

That teasing, fox-like grin returned. “Next time?”

“Give me, five, ten minutes,” he panted. “I’m good for it.” 

She laughed, pushing him over onto the bed and curling into him, her head on his shoulder, her legs tangled up with his. She made a soft, contented noise, running her fingers through the sweaty curls of hair on his chest, her expression turning dazed and thoughtful as she relaxed in his arms. He smoothed her hair back from her face, kissing the top of her head affectionately. 

"You flown a helo yet?” she asked. “I could take you up tomorrow, if you want. There’s one on the ship." The change of subject was abrupt, but he knew her well enough to recognize her tactics when she got too close to an emotion. 

"I would like that.” 

“Good. Me too.”

Nikolai sighed, tilting Lena’s chin up for another proper kiss. He would spend every moment he could by her side, for as long as she would let him, in the air or on solid ground. “Will you be in town again soon?” he asked hopefully. 

“I haven’t even left yet,” she said, laughing. 

“I wish you wouldn’t.”

She bit her lip, cheeks turning pinker, her eyes filled with something shining and hopeful and sweet, something that settled under his ribs, curling up in his chest and purring like a contented cat. “I wish I didn’t have to.”

“Next time, stay longer.” 

“I will,” she promised. “And yes, soon.”

He didn’t expect more than that. Couldn’t, knowing her. But it was enough. 

Maybe Copenhagen wasn’t so bad after all. 

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[nrdmssgs]

Zhar NSFW aphabet

Because a few demons befriended me (I love them)

Masterlist with OCs stuff

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Before meeting Nikolai she was always the caring figure almost every single time. Olga genuinely loved taking care of her last girlfriend. Kissing all her weak spots, wiping away any aftermath, bring her water, treats, run her a bath, lull her to sleep, while holding her ever so softly - Olga did it all gladly. So the first nights with Nikolai felt strange. Poor Zhar couldn't understand, what should she do while he is taking care of her.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Olga loves girls collarbones and that place where their necks meet their shoulders. Those lines, angles and curves make her weak. With Nikolai it's another story, of course. His hands drive her mind to some unholy places.

When it comes to her - she loves the lower part of her belly. Soft curves, but still a trained body. An invitation, a dare embodied.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Her lips will be all over you, sir/ma'am, so feel free to paint them. Olga is actually quite ok with any spot of your choice. Just keep this all protected.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once she returned to her place after deployment and discovered, she had new neighbors across the street. What was interesting about that couple is that they seemed to be afraid of the dark and liked the flow of fresh air, so they were pretty on the display for a whole night. She didn't stare (for too long), but the image of these two ravishing on each other, taking care, edging, coming, was so appealing, it practically imprinted on Lts mind. She sent them flowers. No note, no nothing - just a gesture of gratitude.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

More experienced with women. With guys, she makes it all about them, faking it. Doesn't work with Nikolai, however.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

With girls: either the one, you're comfortable enough in to let her eat you out, or making you sit on her lap in front of a mirror. She doesn't want to just please her girl - she wants her girl to see, how beautiful she is, when Olga makes her come all over her fingers.

With Nikolai: straddling him, while he sits. The eye contact, his voice so close to her, his hands roaming around, pulling her closer, the perfect angle. Also him standing behind her, pressing her against the wall, caging her body, nipping on her neck, half-whispering half-growling praises and teases...? Yes, please.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be a tease herself, used to do it a lot, so there was a bit of joking here and there. But then she met the guy, who lives to tease, and had to taste her own medicine. So Zhar is more serious with Nikolai.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

After the incident in A heart, she tends just to remove all the hair from her intimate zones. So that her skin looks more or less even (in terms of hair growth)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very careful about showing Nik her soft, romantic side. Sometimes she wants to throw away, whatever keeps her busy at the moment, find him and just hold him tight for as long as he lets her. Zhar is secretly touch starved. But showing it would mean declaring, she needs this particular man more than she is ready to admit. Olga believes, he will at some point move on, find someone really worthy, so she tries to not make it harder for him.

Its a good thing, Nikolai has all the time in the world to convince her otherwise. He is not going anywhere, she is not yet another whim of his.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tends to neglect her body's needs. After what she experienced as a teenager - she doesn't really think, that she deserves to feel good. Could go on for months without touching herself. It only went worse after joining the TF141. "Who needs sex, when we have so much work" was a joke for all the guys, except her. Instead of paying attention to her body she just volunteered for more work. It didn't help, that she had no female friends to talk to and never shared too much with Kyle, her best friend (he could at least have explained her, that Price and Ghost became such good soldiers not because they never paid attention to their needs).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voice kink. Very heavy one. So Nik got the Jackpot right there.

Blindfold sex.

Wax play

Claiming. Because someone does it every single time.

Somnophilia. She sees it as one of the best ways to wake up to, but it will take her time to admit it to Nikolai.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Tries to keep low profile and behave on bases (both Chimera and 141). Tries so very hard to make Nikolai behave in hangars and around his iron bird. At some point she will fail.

Her favorite places are the ones, where she feels safe and doesn't need to protect her beloved ones. Nikolais house has many magical spots (kitchen, shower, outer deck).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing, how good/skilled her partner is in anything. Nik repairing his heli does things to her, so she tries to not spend too much time near him. Hearing him negotiating, planning the mission, seeing him piloting is also hard...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Spanking. She can endure through much pain - she just doesnt want to bring it in her bedroom.

Age play. There is an age gap between her and Nikolai, but she was never into this DD/LG thing. Thats actually why she snapped at him in a Heart, when he called her 'little one' (he was referring to her height all this time btw).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Before Nikolai she was all about giving. Zhar would start simulating, when someone went down on her after a few minutes, just because she feels ashamed, that she needs much time and attention. But Nik has time. All the time. And he loves spending it in his moaning, heavily breathing, almost crying heaven.

Zhar feels very sorry, she can't take Nik fully due to his size, but loves the feeling of him against her tongue. Little does she know, he gets off even of a view of her kneeling before him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Loves it rough. But Nik spends such an ungodly amount of time on foreplay, that she is usually on a verge of release even when he just starts with slow long thrusts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Due to their extremely tight timetables, quickies happen quite often (they need a proper vacation with proper dates).

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Zhar trusts Nikolai with almost any experiment, he is interested in, as long as it happens not on the base.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Doesn't last too long with Nik because this guy shamelessly stimulates all her weak spots simultaneously. But gladly goes for another round for a few times. Just a few minutes of Nikolais raspy voice tickling her ears is enough to convince her.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She never really had time to explore different options and decide, which fits her the most. And the guilt for pleasing herself was too potent to even start thinking of involving toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves teasing. It's not the easiest task with Nikolai, but on rare occasions a message pops up on his smartphone in the middle of Chimeras debriefing... Usually it happens, when some other soldier talks. His eyes dart to the screen, and to her, sitting on the other side of room, seemingly paying no attention to anything, but debriefing, definitely not having sent her boyfriend a photo, she made in the shower last evening. Poor thing doesn't count on Nikolai actually having the nerve to cut the debriefing short and let everyone except his second in command go.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Has the tendency to cover her mouth, so that she is quiet, even when they are in private. But Nikolai doesn't tolerate such a behavior. He needs her to scream his name, he gets drunk on sounds of her whimpers and moans. Her breathy 'please' and 'yes' sends him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Almost all her colleagues (141) considered Olga an asexual for ages. Only one person knew, she had a life beyond the base.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean look at her

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Quite low before she met Nikolai. Or so she thought. Because her body aches for sex, its been begging her for some action for years, but she kept neglecting. It scares her sometimes, how badly she needs Nik to pull her closer, ignore her weak reasoning and just go for it. So it all gets better.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

In Nikolais hands - quite quickly. But she tended to feel really worried about a few first times because of her burns and he spent quite some time on talking her through that stress.

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[kimetsu-chan]

*slams in request*

i was wondering if you could draw my bsd oc daria kalikowska with nikolai gogol from bsd. the ship for daria and nikolai is NikoDaria btw (•̀ω•́)👍🏻

꜀( ˊ̠˂˃ˋ̠ )꜆

*gives you more ✨SmEgZy GiYuU✨ and runs away*

here is daria for reference:

and here is nikolai just in case:

*Happily grabs the smegzy Giyuu and gives you the art*

hehehehhehehe since the pose was a little tricky for me to come up with, I ended up using a reference :D

this was my first time drawing anything bsd :D

I hope you like it!!

I have no idea who Nikolai is, but I know he’s pretty :3

reference:

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* — SAYANA GAN-BAYAR + NIKOLAI LANTSOV

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[super-unpredictable98]

Make Me Sway | Song of Sway Lake AU

Chapter 5: Hidden Gems

Warning: Strong language, mention of death, smut, a little angst

(Make Me Sway masterlist)

"Thank you, Ollie," Lada curled up against the wall of the supply closet, but jumped when she felt the wood budge behind her. "Fuck, what's this?"

"Looks like a door," he pointed his lantern at the spot where the opening seemed to be.

"Wanna see what's behind it?" She smiled.

"What if it's bad?"

"What if it's good?" 

"Fine, fine..." Ollie gave her the lantern. "You go first then."

She slowly crawled inside the secret den and up the wooden stairs, and her mouth fell open. "Oliver! Come here, come here! The records..."

"What?" He followed. "Oh, my God!" 

That place was minuscule, could barely fit both of them at the same time, and was filled to the brim with records of all kinds, drawings, notes, and letters on the walls. It was like in that tiny little room, their father was still alive.

"Music for my son Ollie who understands me," Lada read one of the notes on the wall. Her eyes filled with tears, she could almost hear his voice in each word. 

"Music for my daughter Lada who turned beauty into kindness," Ollie offered her a bag. Inside the bag there was a music box with a pretty ballerina on top, it was for sure made by hand and had details in what seemed to be real gold. 

"I miss him so much," she sobbed quietly. "He wasn't great to himself, but he was a great dad to us when he could."

Oliver nodded. Seeing that vulnerability he never sensed in his grandma, who proudly announced to everyone she didn't cry, made him regret ever treating his sister like he did. She was just like him, someone trying to fight the role that was imposed on her ever since she was a child.

Lada looked through the records while Ollie read through the catalog their father left behind detailing every item from his collection. Right at the end, he found a photo of their old man when he was just a kid. 

"You're not ugly," Oliver whispered, sobbing as well.

"No, he isn't, and neither are you," Lada pulled out a record wrapped in brown paper. "Ollie... this is it. Sway Lake, the original. Still sealed."

He stared at the leather sleeve under the paper in disbelief. He had finally found his perfect record, the only thing he could never sell or give up. For a moment he feared Lada would take it and run to give it to their grandma, but she handed it to him instead. 

"Dad would want you to have it," she smiled, wiping her tears away. "Take good care of the memories in there."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, I wouldn't want someone else to have it either. It's yours."

The two siblings finally hugged, really actually hugged, after the longest time. Their heartbeats were in synchrony and they found comfort in each other's arms knowing they were the only people left in the world to care for one another. It was a lonely, scary comfort.  

"Let's find a safe place to hide it," Lada suggested, already making her way down the stairs with her music box in hand.

After concealing the record behind Ollie's bed and the music box under one of the floorboards in Lada's room, the two of them went back to the living room. 

The others were already sitting around the table, they didn't even wait to start eating under the flickering candlelight. Half of a ham, half of a loaf of bread, half a bottle of wine, and a half conversation.

"Oh, the Arctic Sea? Oh please, try this lake, 5 AM in April," Charlie laughed delightedly at Nikolai. "Hal and I used to swim naked."

"Great topic, grandma," Lada sat in between them, slightly uncomfortable seeing him talking to her grandma alone, especially after her suspicions from earlier. He was not doing a very good job to impress her and he immediately knew it with one look at her beautiful face illuminated by the candles.

"Nikolai was telling me about his adventures. Did you know he used to go looking for soldiers in St. Petersburg with his father?"

"No, he never told me," she forced a smile. 

"My pop used to take me in the spring, what he loved about the USA is you don't leave your soldiers dead in the mud. You take every soldier home, that is what makes this country the best nation on earth," Nikolai said.

"I see you didn't fix the lights?" she asked instead of engaging.

"So sorry, lovely, I couldn't. But it is more romantic this way, don't you think?" He winked. 

"Does it matter? Nobody here is in the mood for romance."

Lada leaned back, her arms folded petulantly. Why was she so jealous? Of her grandmother? Maybe because that is who he wanted her to be, an old movie heroine who just doesn't even realize how charming she is.

"Why are you angry, beautiful?" Nikolai whispered, discreetly kissing her exposed shoulder while nobody was looking. "What have I done? Just tell me and I'll fix it! Unless this is about the lights, then I have to wait until morning to fix, I can't see the box when it's dark."

"Give me a break... Who are you trying to impress?"

"Nikolai and I were just talking, dear..." Charlie smiled, not knowing why seeing her grandaughter so angry made her giddy. "Your grandfather would have loved him."

"Is that so? I thought Grandpa hated those- how did he say it? Commie bastards," Lada murmured and Ollie had to cover his mouth not to laugh.

"What did you say to her? Why is your sister upset with me?" Nikolai asked Oliver, thinking maybe he had mentioned his past or some woman he had been with.

"I didn't say anything, she was happy until we got here," he whispered, also finding his sister's attitude weird after all they talked about in the secret hiding spot and the moment they shared.

"If you'll excuse me, I lost my appetite," Lada got up without waiting for her grandmother's permission, knocking over the wine bottle and spilling it all over the table.

"Lada!" Charlie screamed. "Can't you move around like a normal person? You have always been like this, knocking everything over... I don't know how you managed to get on Broadway being so ungraceful."

"Here, it's alright, no harm done," Nikolai grabbed a napkin and soaked up the mess before it could ruin any clothes. "There, brand new."

"Never look at me again," the young woman managed to hiss before storming off to her room.

She didn't understand that feeling stirring in her stomach. He talked to her grandma in the same exact way he talked to her... was that what bothered her so much? How he seemed to want to impress that old hag? It was the most confusing sensation she had ever experienced and the worst part is that her biggest wish was for him to follow her and make everything right again.

"Lada," he called from the doorstep while she watched the lake from her window. "You are scared of the dark, what are you doing all alone up here?" 

"Leave me alone!" She shouted without meaning it.

"Why? What happened?" 

"You know what happened!"

"I don't! Please tell me," he insisted, joining her after closing the door.

"You were... You know what you were doing. Stay away from me, you liar!" She wiped her tears, looking the other way so he wouldn't see them. "I know why you like me, the real reason."

"I want to make your grandmother like me. If she likes me, she gives her blessing and you'll be mine."

"That was not what you were doing, you were-" Lada choked on her own words. "Flirting."

He stared at her for a few moments before bursting out laughing, which only made her angrier. How dared he? All that talk of true love and now this? 

"Are you jealous, my love?"

"What? No!"

"It's cute."

"SHUT UP! I saw the way you looked at her, I saw the way she looked at you, I saw the way you looked at her old photos! Get out!" Lada screamed. "Sick bastard, I'm taking a cab back to the city and I'll never set foot on this fucking house again!"

"I think you are having the same trouble as your brother... You think I like you because of the way you look and if I like you because of the way you look, I actually like her. You both put the fact that you are so similar above anything else."

"I am not stupid, Nikolai!"

"You are not, in fact, you are very smart. You are also funny, sweet, elegant, charming... You are so many things. That is you, you are the one I like."

"I don't believe you."

"You will have to, because if you don't become my girlfriend I am jumping in that lake and never coming out."

That was incredibly manipulative, Lada knew that, but she also liked it. She liked how he made it seem like there was no life for him without her. 

"Just like my dad."

When Nikolai noticed his mistake, it was too late. He had already said it and probably sounded like an insensitive prick. Now he feared he ruined any chance of her saying yes. Of course he didn't mean to mock her father's death, it was just an expression, but he couldn't tell by her face how offended she was.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for saying that and for... trying to boast to someone else. You are the only one I want to impress. I would never look at another woman if you were mine."

"Not even her?"

"Is that even a question? Of course not!" 

She giggled, looking away once again even if the darkness hid the blushing of her cheeks. She couldn't risk letting him know what sort of effect he had on her, even if she thought he already knew.

"What?" He laughed.

"Your accent."

"You have a thing for my accent, don't you?" 

"Who told you that? I just thought it was funny the way you-"

"So you don't want me to speak Russian to you?" Nikolai whispered, leaning closer until his lips brushed gently the shell of her ear. "Ya khotela tebya ves' den', Lada."

She still had a bad feeling about the whole situation, but looking at someone with rose-colored glasses makes red flags seem like simple flags. 

"Nikolai... your Russian does nothing to me," Lada was pretty much determined to make him beg for her, give him a couple nights to regret what he'd done.

But unfortunately, he was very clever and noticed the signs that contradicted what she was saying.

"I don't think you're being honest with me," he said while pressing open-mouthed kisses to her chest. He reached under her panties and feel her up and smiled against her feverish skin. "See? I know what I do to you, my beautiful lady of the flowers." 

"No I don't- I don't wanna do it right now." 

"No? Why no, beautiful?" He purred. "If your body clearly wants to." 

"Because I don't want you to think... I'm easy. I'm not!" 

"I know you are not, you're making me wallow around just to say yes to being my girlfriend. Usually women throw themselves at me on the first night, I had to work hard for the privilege to have you. You are not easy, I promise."

"But I'm still angry at you."

"You are? I know how to make it better," Nikolai quickly undressed and carried her to bed. She didn't protest as he slid her dress off and then her underwear until they were both skin-to-skin. 

"Still angry," she muttered despite not making any effort to stop him. 

"Even when you're angry you are so beautiful," he kissed down her body, giving every single inch the attention it deserved until he reached her sex. "When I was younger I learned a very good medicine for anger and sadness." 

"What is it?" 

He delved between her thick thighs and savored the taste of her pleasure. His tongue explored her sensitive spots, finding exactly what made her squirm the most and the more he tasted, the harder he became. 

"Nicky!" Lada gasped, tugging at his short curls. "Oh fuck..."

"It looks like the effect is already happening," he teased as he caught his breath for a moment before going back to pleasuring her.

"Lada, could you stop being so childish and-" Charlie opened the door and caught a glimpse of the couple making love under the candlelight. "Oh!"

"Grandma! Get out! Can't you knock?" She cried, covering herself while Nikolai swiftly moved away, for once bothering to cover his privates, feeling like his lover would not appreciate him being so carefree in front of someone she was so jealous of. 

"Can't you lock the door?" Charlie countered, leaving out how she could hear the moans from outside but still decided to barge in. 

"Sorry, Mrs. Sway, it was my fault," Nikolai chuckled. "I forgot."

"Well... don't let it happen again," she stared him up and down with an intrigued look before leaving. "I'll say what I have to say tomorrow morning."

Lada groaned in frustration, on the verge of tears when her grandmother closed the door. Nikolai quickly got up to lock it, not wanting another accident. 

"She was staring at you! She was- I think I'm gonna be sick!" She growled. "That fucking old hag! She can't stand to see me happy, she wants me to be miserable like her because I'm young and she's older than sliced bread!" 

Nikolai wanted to say she wasn't staring, but he knew that wasn't true and Lada was much too smart to just ignore that. He felt really bad, but at the same time, he felt more wanted than he ever did before.

"Don't worry about her, darling! I am yours, I told you that," he said instead, joining her in bed once again. "Do you want to keep going?"

"I'm not in the mood anymore, she ruined it."

"Aw, my lady of the flowers," Nikolai took her in his arms, kissing her neck teasingly. "If you let her ruin our night, you are just giving her what she wants. You are so beautiful, you smell so good, your skin is so soft... I don't wanna stop, I want to make you finish properly. You look so gorgeous when I'm pleasuring you."

"Stop that, you're trying to seduce me."

"I know, and it seems like it's working," he pointed out, reaching between her legs to feel how wet she was. 

Lada sighed, letting her head fall back and rest on his shoulder as he blew gently in her ear. It did feel really good before her grandma ruined the fun, why should she let her dictate when it ends? 

"Can I help you get hard again?" She finally caved. 

"I never stopped, my darling," he huffed a soft laugh, pulling her closer to feel his erection. "You are too perfect, just the thought of you is enough to keep me up."

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"Oh, I love younger men..." she giggled, climbing onto his lap again.

#song of sway lake fanfic #song of sway lake #song of sway lake nikolai #nikolai x oc #nikolai #fanfic #robert sheehan character fic #robert sheehan fanfic #sway lake

[bibidibaddieboom]

Went to see Opennheimer very exited but fell asleep: Nik, Price.

Went to see Opennheimer for America: Graves, Shadows.

Went to see Opennheimer and kept secretly tapping their foot to the songs of the Barbie movie from the room next to theirs: Ghost.

Went to see Opennheimer for the theme of humanity's tendency to abuse unimaginable powers that will soon overcome them and destroy everything ever created: Laswell, Rudy.

Went to see the Barbie movie because it seemed fun in the trailers and didn't expect it to be a cinematic masterpiece: Farah, Alejandro, Valeria.

Went to see the Barbie movie because they didn't feel like thinking too much but ended up thinking too much and crying near the end, thinking of how some girls are robbed of the complex, amazing thing that is girlhood: Bala.

Went to see the Barbie movie because their girlfriend wanted to see it and wore pink, now they know all the songs: Alex.

Went to see the Barbie movie because they had a huge crush on Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling, wouldn't stop singing "I'm Just Ken" when it was over: Soap, Gaz.

#cod oc #oc: bala #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #kyle gaz garrick #john price #nikolai cod #phillip graves #farah karim #alex keller #kate laswell #cod incorrect quotes #barbie #oppenheimer #task force 141 #alerudy #alex x farah #soap x male oc #price x nikolai #valeria garza

[vasyandii]

PROBLEM CHILD

KruegerNak FIC

TYPE: SET IN KRUEGER'S PERSPECTIVE, just insight into how their initial relationship was starting out.

SYNOPSIS:Before they were dating they were friends, before they were friends they were petty assholes.

WARNINGS: Crude language, Depictions of violence, Nak and Krueger are just Assholes

CHARACTERS: Sebastian Krueger, Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn, Nikolai

WORD COUNT: 1000+

CREATOR NOTES: This is something I wrote while writing Edelweiss (Changing name to be a continuation of Plumeria), it still has some stuff I need to fix but as soon as that's done with, I'll post it :3 as always, the art is done by me!

---

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you!" She shrieks, other unit members prying her off and away from him as she's thrashing about. "Let me go!"

Krueger stood over Nak, his chest heaving with laborious breaths. Blood trickled down from a split in his lip, mixing with the dirt and grime on his face. He was a picture of apathetic victory; battered but unbowed, a smirk playing on his grimy face as he regarded the new specialist trying to claw her way past the unit members holding her back.

His fingers prodded gingerly at the split skin of his knuckles - By now he forgot what they were beating each other for. She had spirit, but she often bites off more than she could chew.

Ignoring the burning feel on his face and possible bruised ribs – because damn that bitch packed surprisingly powerful kicks – Krueger lit up a cigarette and took deep drags, he knew his ass was in trouble as well.

---

In the office, Nikolai paced back and forth like a caged animal. His usually cool demeanor seemed to have frayed at the edges.

"Fighting in broad daylight, Again." his tone stern from behind his oak table scattered with undisclosed documents. "You're supposed to be professionals."

Krueger sat nonchalantly on one of those uncomfortable metal chairs they had around here, watching Nikolai's rant impassively through narrowed brown eyes. The cigarette - A new one, perched between his lips was all but forgotten now as ashes threatened to spill onto the floor.

"Of all people Krueger!" Nikolai finally spat out his name like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "How many times do I have to remind you."

Nak sat neatly, hands in her lap. The woman looked rather pleased with herself despite her disheveled appearance as she listens to Nikolai berate him.

That was until Nikolai shifted is attention to her.

"And you!" Nikolai's gaze snapped towards Nak, Krueger swore he saw her flinch. "You think that childish outburst makes you look tough?".

Nikolai ran a hand through his greying hair, frustration clear on his face. Nak stayed silent, whether it was to save her ass or because she didn't have the right words to say.

Krueger watched from the corner of his eye as her smirk morphed into an irritatingly defiant sneer. He could almost read the silent challenge in her gaze - one that screamed she'd do it all over again if given the chance.

"I was teaching him a lesson," She said to Nikolai. "Your worker should learn to watch his mouth."

Krueger chuckled at her bold retort. He turned to meet her gaze with an insincere smile plastered on his bruised face, "Oh really?" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he leaned back comfortably in his chair, drumming his fingers against the wood.

"I guess next time I should watch out for midgets in whatever jungle you crawled from." He fired back mockingly, shooting Nikolai a glance before smirking at Nak.

If they were going to throw insults now, he wasn't one to back down. "Oh look who's finally learned some big words," he quipped back swiftly.

"You-" Nak stood from her seat, hand pulling him by the collar. "I'll straighten your damn jaw, ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ ."

"Enough!" Nikolai stopped them, silencing the room instantly. His vicious stare switched between Krueger and Nak.

She sat back down, cursing under her breath; something in a language he didn't understand. Asian probably.

"I don't give a damn about your petty squabbles," he growled, his icy gaze finally landing on Krueger again with full force of its fury. "Settle it or I will settle it for you."

The threat hung heavily in the room for what seemed an eternity before Nikolai turned away dismissively towards his desk - usually signifying that he was done with them.

Krueger rose nonchalantly from his chair and headed towards the door without so much as another word - no point further provoking the boss today after all. Nak was almost a foot out the door before Nikolai spoke again.

"Phayvanh, you stay."

What a strange name.

--

"I'm not going," She dismisses. "Nothing wrong with me. you're putting me through something that isn't worth shit."

Krueger listened in stealthily, his curiosity piqued. The stinging pain on his battered face subsided as his interest turned to the squabble he could overhear from Nikolai's office.

"It's not up for debate, Phayvanh," Nikolai snapped back curtly. "Your outburst clearly shows that you need those sessions."

"I can work!" she countered defiantly. "You are fucking making me dead weight!"

"Watch your language," Nikolai's voice turned stern, "You are an investment Phayvanh, and Chimera does not throw away investments lightly. You will go to those sessions."

Krueger chuckled softly against the wall. Oh, this would be fun to watch play out. He could see himself using her rebellious streak for his own amusement in the future.

"Investment? He's not an investment," She didn't need to offer a name for Krueger to know she was talking about him. "I don't need those sessions if you just get rid if him."

Krueger's smirk dropped, replaced by a scowl. The nerve of that little shit. His fists clenched involuntarily before he quickly forced himself to relax.

"He's one of our best."

Krueger felt an odd sense of satisfaction hearing those words from Nikolai.

"Whatever," Nak stood up to leave. "I'll go. Let's see how long it'll take for you to stop wasting your money."

---

It's midnight. Quiet other than her footsteps, something he's gotten used to since she got the job a month ago. Sometimes he could hear rummaging in community kitchen. He never bothered to look until now because, who gives a shit?

She doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat. What the hell is she doing?

Krueger sat silently in the dark, he rolled his eyes at himself for even caring enough to consider it. Nak had been quite the nuisance since she got here but her antics were starting to catch his interest.

Tossing his blanket to the side, he sighed and stood up from his bed, deciding impulsively to investigate whatever it was that she was doing this late at night.

He moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, making his way towards the source of the sound. He was aware that he was stalking her like prey in its natural habitat, but a part of him justified it as needing to know what she could be up to.

His footsteps were heavy against the cold stone floor, he saw light flickering under a door down the hallway - the kitchen.

He saw Nak turn sharply towards the direction of the sound he had made, her dark eyes wide in surprise.

Krueger froze momentarily, cursing himself internally for being so careless. He was usually silent in his movements - the fact that he hadn't been careful enough this time irked him immensely.

"Relax," His voice was low, laced heavily with mockery. "It's just me."

For a moment, they locked eyes and then she went back to whatever it was she'd been doing before he came.

Nak tried her best to ignore Krueger and his staring from the table. Her table, he knew that - it was fun to fuck with her.

He got his answer for what she's been doing, though; just making coffee.

Leaning back in her chair, he watched Phayvanh move around as she made the brew.

"You don't sleep much?" He finally broke the silence, curiosity getting better of him.

She replied curtly. "Don't speak to me."

He chuckled at her vain attempt to control their interaction, "So bossy… Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to give orders?" His voice was rich with sarcasm as he rested his boots on the table, blatantly ignoring any boundaries she may have established over 'her' table.

"Why are you here," Nak carefully stirs her coffee with a spoon. The handle looked like it would snap by how tight she was gripping it.

"Curiosity," Krueger replied casually, watching the way she handled her cup. The concentration on her face was a stark contrast to the fiery defiance he'd seen earlier. "It's late and you're always up… thought I might join."

He hesitated momentarily before adding in a softer tone, "And maybe to piss you off, just a tad bit." A smirk played at the corner of his lips as he looked over at her.

"Go fuck yourself," She was going nowhere near that table when he just planted his ass in her seat. "ຝະລັ່ງ."

Krueger's smirk widened at her sharp reply. He was familiar with many languages, though he had to admit the dialect she spoke got lost on him.

"I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that," He drawled out lazily as his eyes glinted in amusement. "Want to run that by me again?"

Nak leaned down to his eye level like she was about to say something. Instead she opted to pouring her coffee on his lap.

---

For a split second, he froze in surprise before jumping up swiftly, uttering a guttural curse.

"You little bitch!" Krueger reached for her arm, roughly pulling her towards him to look into her defiant eyes.

"What the fuck was that for?" He spat out through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the burning sensation on his legs.

"I told you to go fuck yourself didn't I?" She mocked, waving her mug in hand. "You should listen to-"

"Do you two you what time it is?"

Nikolai. Great.

---

Krueger's attention snapped immediately to Nikolai who now stood at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes flickering between Krueger and Phayvanh as he tried to assess the situation.

"She fucking poured coffee on me!" His grip tightened around her arm.

"He pissed himself." She just stated simply, hiding the mug behind her back. "Must've startled him or something."

Krueger blinked, appalled by her audacity.

"You fucking liar-" He began, but was quickly cut off by Nikolai.

"Enough," The older man barked out sharply, turning his icy glare towards Krueger first before it settled on Phayvanh.

"Why are both of you up this late? And why the hell is there coffee all over my floor?" His intense gaze bore into Phayvanh in particular, as if already suspecting her role in the entire mess.

"Piss." She corrected.

"Fuck you," Krueger growled at her under his breath. His calloused hand still clamped tight around her arm.

"Enough!" Nikolai repeated, exasperated. He sighed heavily and covered his face with a tired hand, "Clean this up and I don't want to see either one of you till sunrise."

With that he turned on his heel and left them alone once again in the dimly lit kitchen.

---

Nikolai out of sight, Nak took out the empty coffee mug she hid behind her back.

The sudden bonk on his head caught him off guard. He quickly let go of her arm, and rubbed the back of his head where she'd hit him, meeting her gaze with an irritated scowl. Wasn't enough to seriously hurt him like her punches, but still hurt nonetheless.

"You got some serious fucking issues, you know that?" He snarled at her.

Nak gave him a sidelong glance.

"I could've rendered you a vegetable with that. Consider it my apology," She snagged a rag from the counter. "Only because I feel bad for Nikolai."

Krueger watched her with a guarded expression as he grabbed another rag for himself.

"Wooow, " He couldn't help but quip back sarcastically. Despite everything, he had to admit there was something strangely interesting about Phayvanh's unpredictable disposition. "Such generosity from you is truly overwhelming."

"Hm, You're funny." She notes off handedly, cleaning the floor.

His sarcastic snort echoed in the small shared kitchen, "Yeah, and you're a fucking delight."

TRANSLATIONS

ຝະລັ່ງຂີ້ນົກ (Farang Khi Nok) - Literally translates to "Bird shit foreigner", basically "White Trash"

ຝະລັ່ງ (Farang) - Foreigner, specifically one of European descent. In this context it's used as a derogatory term.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #art #digital art #krueger cod #cod krueger #krueger #sebastian krueger #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #nikolai cod #cod nak #cod mw oc #kruegernak #original character #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #cod oc #oc x canon fanfic #oc x canon #oc x cc #cod fanfic #cod art #call of duty art #artwork #cod fic #cod fanart

[wrylu]

ghoap or ur favorite ship (can be oc/char too) as chicks🐤

hv good day :3

NIKPRICE IS MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE YEAHHHH !!

but you kno i love my bbgs vincent and gaz too💥 so havva little doodle <3

you have a good day too mon cheri anon <3

#I LOVE THIS IDEA #SILLY !! #vincentgaz #COD OC: Vincent #kyle gaz garrick #oc x canon #canon x oc #nikprice #nikolai x price #price x nikolai #cod #call of duty #art #ask #askbox #asks #illustration #artists on tumblr #partea time! #lu's canvas #art requests #my art #cod art #cod oc #cod mw

[totally-not-fandom]

The amazing, wonderful, talented @cod-dump has infected me with an uncureable case of graves/nik/price brainworms so, now, you all have to suffer with me

Okay, so, hear me out...Nikolai has a secret child that only Price knows about. The kid is from a fling Nik had with some woman when he and Price were still just friends and Price has been there to help raise it from the very beginning.

After a LOT of back and forth with Price, Nikolai named the child Dimitri.

Nik has always been Papa but Price has gone through stages. First, it was Uncle John. Then, when Dimitri was around 10-12 and Nik and John started dating, it turned into just John. And finally, after John and Nik got married when Dimitri was around 16, it was Dad from then on.

Now-a-days, Dimitri is 27 and living in the heart of Moscow as a professional ballet dancer/sometimes secret informant on Russian crime syndicate activity for their Dad's.

Nik and Price visit Moscow to see Dimitri every time they are on leave or in Russia for a mission and make regular, weekly phone calls with them to check in. But, recently, something has changed.

Recently, Nikolai and Price have added a new partner to their relationship. One Phillip Graves.

Dimitri has been BEGGING their fathers to meet the American that "flipped their worlds upside-down" (Nikolai's words). Unfortunately, neither of them have leave for at least the next three months.

So Dimitri does the only reasonable thing and plans a surprise visit to their Fathers' base, blissfully unaware that both Nik and Price have neglected to tell their new partner about their child's existence.

#nikgravesprice #captain john price #john price #cod nikolai #phillip graves #call of duty mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #cod oc #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #nik/price #nikprice #nikolai call of duty #pricegravesnik #price x graves #secret child AU

[happyhauntt]

forgiveness with teeth — nikolai lantsov.

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─── summary: nikolai lantsov is the most insufferable human being in ravka, and most unfortunately, anya is stuck with him.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: fluff, enemies, nikolai is a bit of an asshole but he's sixteen so it's allowed, threats of physical violence (but honestly he deserves it), swearing, krysa means 'rat'.

─── word count: 1.6k.

     There's something about Nikolai Lantsov that makes her want to break things.

     Anya can’t quite put her finger on what, exactly, gives her the urge to shove a rifle up his ass. Whether it’s the precise curve of his spine when he leans, half-slouching against any wall he can find, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform, or the pitch of his voice when he cheers after winning a card game — she can’t say. She can’t even begin to guess.

     It’s just Nikolai, and Anya swears that there has never been another person alive to tempt her fury like that boy does.

     She didn’t always feel this way. Anya knows him… Well, she knows him as well as any nobleman’s daughter knows a prince, really. As a child, she would spend at least half the year at court in Os Alta. She recalls running riot through the hallways as she chased the boys, desperate to participate in their swordplay games, desperate to prove herself as something more. She’d sneak out of embroidery lessons and hide in the library, listening to lectures on diplomacy.

     Nikolai was much the same, when they were small. A troublemaker at his very core. It was impossible to miss the way his eyes twinkled at the prospect of adventure, and once or twice, they'd snuck into the Little Palace to watch the Grisha train. The Heartrenders had noticed them, catching onto the sound of two unfamiliar heartbeats racing with adrenaline, but they'd found it more amusing than anything else.

      As Anya grew older, and spent less time at the Grand Palace due to her ill health as her mother sequestered her on the family estate, or so the rumours claimed, what little relationship she’d built with Nikolai had changed from unlikely allies in mischief to mere acquaintances. A dance shared at her birthday ball, pleasantries exchanged at the Winter Fête, and not much else.

     Anya didn’t mind it much. She’d never been a gregarious person, and often found the constant smiles and simpering associated with her rank to be tedious.

     It was a matter of great misfortune, then, when she was assigned to his regiment.

     Even future duchesses must serve their country, and when she enlisted at sixteen, Anya's parents sent her off to battle with a stern warning not to draw attention to herself, and a flurry of fretful forehead kisses. Her mother's eyes, glassy with unshed tears, haunt her nightmares even now.

     Hunched over her breakfast in the mess hall, she hears him before he sees him. That obnoxious laugh, a rumbling sound that manages to carry all the way across the room. She almost winces as it sweeps over her, a tumultuous wave of noise. She’d bet her father’s title that they can hear him all the way in Ketterdam. 

     An eerie hush settles over the mess hall as he enters, chattering away with Dominik. The rest of their regiment isn’t used to having royalty in their midst quite yet, and seeing the fresh-faced prince join the peasants for his meals hasn’t sunk in. Anya wishes it would. The sooner they realise he isn’t any better than them — and, in several instances, is actually worse — then the sooner her sanity will return.

     She hopes.

      It's not a single thing about Nikolai that makes her so frustrated in his presence. He'd been a mischievous child, but so had she, so Anya can hardly judge him for that. He's a good soldier, humble and respectful to his peers despite his royal status. She’ll begrudgingly concede that all of this is true.

     But by the Saints, it doesn’t change the fact that he is insufferable.

     She makes a conscious effort not to look at him. Instead, she glowers down at her plate as his voice grows louder and louder. By the time she senses him come to a stop at her table, her breakfast no longer resembles anything edible, and she doesn’t feel any better.

     A moment of silence passes, then another, and then —

     "You're a wretched swine, Lantsov."

     She looks up at him, finally. He’s leaning against the table, one hand resting on its sticky surface. The wicked grin that stretches over his face makes a strange fight-or-flight feeling rise in her gut. She wonders how he'd look with claw marks all over his face. "Good morning to you too, Lady Anya."

     "Krysa." She sneers at him. Any trace of ladylike etiquette vanished the moment he appeared in her line of sight. All her years of meticulous training, conditioning, all the lessons in politeness her governesses drilled into her simply evaporate.

     Anya is certain her mother would faint to see her behaving like this, and towards one of their great nation's princes? She'd never live it down.

     Fortunately, her mother isn't here.

     The noise in the mess hall picks up again now that Nikolai is here, growing to a dull background hum of mindless gossip. Soldiers fill up the open space, milling about as they gather their meagre breakfasts. Dominik sidles up alongside Nikolai carrying two trays of breakfast rations and sits down at Anya's table, offering the girl a polite smile. She grunts at him, grudgingly pushing the remains of her food around her plate with her fork.

     "What could I possibly have done to earn such ire, Nastya?"

     Nikolai's use of her nickname only causes her scowl to deepen. He hovers over her, too close for comfort, bright blue eyes two roguish diamonds glinting down at her.

     He’s teasing her. She knows that. She knows she shouldn’t rise to the bait, but his lip twists and her hands curl into fists before she can stop herself.

     "You know exactly what you did." She turns away, refuses to look at him. She won't give him the satisfaction. Dominik glances between them and, bless him, does his best not to laugh.

     Anya wonders what the sentence would be for murdering a prince of Ravka. Execution, she imagines. But surely it wouldn’t be that severe, would it? He's a second son, spare to the throne, not overly important — and surely he gets on everyone else's nerves as much as he gets on hers.

     Perhaps she'll be made into a national hero for such a patriotic act.

     Even if she's executed, the short period of time between his death and hers will be blissful. And quiet. Right up until she joins him in hell (she knows damn well he's not getting into heaven, and after killing him, neither will she.)

     His chuckle rattles through her as he takes the seat beside Dominik. A girl can dream.

     "What did he do?" Dominik wonders, a curious twinkle in his eyes.

     Anya marks the prince with a stinging glare. "He fed my boots to a goat."

     "In my defence–" Nikolai chokes back a snort, spreading his hands wide. Dominik is quick to move a glass of water out of his reach, lest it be knocked over. "I thought they were my boots."

     Exasperation twists in Anya’s chest. "Why were you feeding your boots to a goat in the first place?"

     He shrugs, unconcerned. "I’d had a little too much kvas, and I thought he looked angry when I stumbled across him trying to make it back to the barracks. Distracting him felt like the best course of action. I didn't know they were your boots, Anya, truly. My sincerest apologies."

     Anya huffs, wriggling her toes inside the too-big pair of spare boots she'd been issued for the foreseeable future. She knows that she'll be feeling the pain of blisters in the coming days, and her frustration with him will only grow. How is it that their commanding officers find him so... charming?

     He has all the charisma of a puppy, all bright pretty eyes and boundless energy. It’s all simply adorable, and you find yourself falling in love — right up until the puppy shits on your pillow.

     But the puppy is sweet and sorry, and you find yourself forgiving any wrongdoings. No wonder they call him sobachka.

     Anya Kamenev never thought she’d want to kick a puppy until she met Nikolai Lantsov.

     “Apologies won’t bring my boots back,” she says, “and when we’ve marched five hundred miles through freezing rain and my blisters have blisters, I will sneak into your tent in the middle of the night, put a chicken in a pillowcase and beat you with it.”

     Nikolai pauses, fork full of food frozen midair. He blinks at her once, twice. “That’s… very descriptive. If I may ask, why the chicken? That seems unnecessarily cruel.”

     “Because a brick would land me in jail.” She rolls her eyes at him. “I never said it was a live chicken. I’ll find a dead one, or I’ll buy one from a butcher. I’m not insane, Lantsov.”

     He raises an eyebrow. “Aren’t you?”

     “Do you really want to antagonise me right now?” She kicks him beneath the table, hard enough to bruise. Nikolai hisses between his teeth. His fork drops back onto his plate with a clatter as he reaches down to rub his shin. “I can reconsider the brick, if you’d prefer.”

     “I’d go with a dead fish, if I were you,” says Dominik, grinning around a mouthful of food. “He’ll have to burn his pyjamas to get the smell out.”

     Anya smirks, eyes darting between Dominik and the prince. Nikolai’s mouth is agape as he stares at his friend. “I’ll take it under advisement,” she says with a decisive nod.

     An incredulous laugh bubbles up from Nikolai’s throat. He gives Dominik a shove. “Traitor!”

     “What can I say?” Dominik grins. “I like her odds.”

#* chapter update. #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov oc #nikolai lantsov fanfic #shadow and bone oc #shadow and bone fanfic #nikolai lanstov x reader #grishaverse #six of crows fanfic #grishaverse fanfic #* fic: gold rush.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To You Rejecting Their Proposal On Valentine's Day ♡

"I-I don't understand babe, is this because I asked on V-valentine's Day? I-I'm sorry! I can give you a better proposal!" Miriel was sure this would have been the most idyllic day for her to propose to you, lots of yanderes chose this day to propose and yet you seemed genuinely upset about her proposal. It couldn't have been that you were upset about her proposing in general, it must of been the way she proposed that bothered you then because you loved her so you obviously wanted to marry her, you must of just been upset she'd been so basic with her proposal.

"Miri, I don't want to marry you-" You knew better than to continue speaking with how she was hyperventilating and looking around the restaurant frantically trying to figure out every little thing that might have been less than perfect about her proposal. You hated seeing her like this but you had to put you foot down this one time, you didn't want to just be dragged along into a marriage with no prior discussion at all.

"No just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it babe! I'm more than happy to redo my proposal, you aren't leaving me though! I-I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted, just please babe, tell me how I can fix it!" Was it the ring? She paid more than any other elvish leader had paid for their wifes rings in the past but maybe it still wasn't enough, oh who was she kidding herself, of course it wasn't enough, she had briefly pondered also getting a necklace and bracelet set to go along with it but bringing those to the restaurant would have been bulky but maybe that was what you wanted. Aww her cute mate said no because they wanted a more traditional elvish proposal, you must be so upset with her, it's okay she would fix this!

"No Miriel, that's not it, I just, I don't want to marry you!" Her heart dropped, were you really not interested in the idea of marriage? She knew you loved her, you definitely loved her so the only other reason you must not want this is for some weird human objection to marriage, perhaps you thought her affection would change in some way after marriage, she'd need to prove to you that would never be the case.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm not with you. Rest assured babe, I know I want to be bound to you forever and I know you want to be bound to me forever. I just want you to love me, forever." She reached over the table, slipping the ring on your finger gleeful that there wasn't anything wrong with her proposal after all while you wished you had protested just a bit harder.

"You're so cute, puppy, gosh I just want to keep you forever!" She picked you up and spun you around in a circle while you frantically tapped her shoulder for her to set you down because you were becoming dizzy.

"Oh right, I forgot, it's so cute that your human body is so fragile! Anyways we're almost where I wanted to take you! Can you guess what we're doing today?" Her tail wagged behind her and you prayed she hadn't dragged you out to a deserted part of the park just to show you how good she was at hunting. She'd mentioned wanting to do that with you several times before but you didn't think she would do such a thing on Valentine's Day, then again it did seem exactly up her alley so you would not be shocked in the slightest.

"For a date hopefully?" You chuckled, trying not to give away your anxiety as her ears perked up in alarm, smelling something in the area, oh god she's going to hunt something you were completely right and then you'd have to sit there petting her as she laid her head on your lap tired from the hunt and just wanting praise. Yet as she ran off you didn't hear an animal scream, instead it was very clearly a person begging for their life and you could hear her chowing down on them. She trotted back very quickly with a frown on her face and covered in blood.

"Well now that they're gone we can get back to what I wanted to do- Wait, why are you crying, puppy? W-who made you cry? I'll go rip their fucking throats out right now for making my puppy cry! Just you fucking watch." You hadn't even realized you had begun to cry, more focused on how she was darting her head around looking for who had made you feel sad in the brief moment she was gone, and paying attention to the ring box covered in blood she was fidgeting with in her hands.

"That fucking bastard ruined my proposal but there's no time like the present is there? Puppy, will you marry me?" Her tail wagged but as you shook your head and began to look at her in horror, her ears slowly began to droop, wondering where she had gone wrong, she had taken you to her favorite place, wasn't that what she was supposed to do? And then you bolted and her entire day was ruined, that stupid bastard coming into her proposal spot had caused her puppy to reject her proposal and run from her, she wished she could kill him again.

"Puppy! Don't run! Please, I'm all you need and you're all I need, it's perfect, just please come back!" No way in hell were you doing that when she was covered in some random dude's throat blood though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice with how fast she was closing in on you.

It was two days ago when you'd said no to her proposal, you had assumed Kassien would be fine waiting for you to be ready for marriage, she'd always been a very patient, at least for a demon, mate but well now here you were locked in her apartment and trying to starve yourself to death as she came by with food almost hourly demanding that you eat.

"Sweetness, I'm going to give you two choices, okay?" Her voice seemed calm through the door but you knew better at this point, there was rage constantly festering at the surface and she could blow up at you any second. "Either you start eating, willingly, or I ram in down your throat. There's no world in which I am allowing you to starve yourself sweetness so get that through your thick head."

"I hate you." You heard a light growl through the door before she let out a loud sigh trying and obviously failing to calm herself down. She had to be patient if she wanted you to and yet clearly you were not going to even at the threat of your own life.

"Why do you keep resisting me?! This isn't fair, don't we deserve to be happy?! If you would stop resisting then we could be so happy together. Until you eat I will not be eating a single thing, maybe if we starve together then you'll finally be a good little mate for me." You had said you hated Kassien but that really didn't mean you wanted her to starve which she knew very obviously when she made the threat.

"Please don't-" "Why do you care if I hurt myself all of a sudden, sweetness, you trampled all over my heart and you were going to fucking leave me. I'm going to make you care though sweetness, you'll see and then you'll regret not instantly agreeing to be my sweet little mate once I show you how good it could have been, you just have to eat first and we can be happy again."

You didn't really understand why Nikki even had bothered to take you out on a date today, she had just spent the entire night holding herself back from snapping people away and the other half gripping your hand because it annoyed her to no end having to sit across from you at the table even if it was human date etiquette. Plus there were two things she kept looking at in her bag, trying to decide when the right time to show them to you was. Probably never because you were sure she likely had something awful to show you.

"Mate, I brought you a gift for this day. Do you know what it is? It's alright, I wouldn't expect you to remember, it's the eyes of that person who kept staring at you yesterday." How... romantic? Well as romantic as this sadist could possibly get at the very least.

"Nikki, can you please not be so jealous today? Please it's Valentine's day, can't we have a nice night?" It wasn't going to happen when you were mated to a high ranking demon who could never take responsibility for her own poor behavior but at the very least you could dream, couldn't you?

"Do you actually believe I'm jealous mate? You haven't seen me jealous yet, I could show you what real jealousy would look like, if you wish." Yeah you were going to have to pass on that 'wonderful' offer. "It surprises me that you have no clue how far I am willing to go for you mate."

"What's in the other thing?" She had a small box in her hand, you weren't a moron, you understood what this meant, you just really hoped you were wrong and she had just bought you a nice piece of jewelry for Valentine's Day even though that didn't sound like her at all.

"Ah this, it's a human custom, a marriage proposal, us angels don't do it but I assumed you would appreciate it. Would you like to marry me?" You shook your head very aggressively and she hummed in thought furrowing her eyebrows. "It seems my coworker led me in the wrong direction, whatever the case it doesn't matter since even without this you are still mine."

Nora had a surprising ability to act like everything was normal even as she had you tied up she still fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie like you had just lent it to your cute fiance despite you rejecting her proposal, causing her to tie you up like a maniac.

"I know the restraints hurt, I'm sorry, I'll untie you as soon as I know you aren't going to run. You l-look so beautiful tied up like this though, it takes my breath away every time." Yeah you knew that because the freak tied you up every chance she got, including right now. It'd be weird if she didn't enjoy the way you looked tied up and was just tying you up for no reason at all.

She withered as you glared at her, trying not to make eye contact, things had gotten out of hand for her too quickly, she didn't mean to take you but well she was sure you would have said yes and when you didn't she got so worried that you were actually breaking up with her even though you weren't and well now you were here in her bed glaring at her as she tried not to cry while also feeling a sick satisfaction that you were trapped here.

"I-I'm sorry I took your hoodie by the way, I just saw it on the ground when I went to get your things and well it smells like you and I just couldn't help it." That seemed like the least of your problems when she literally moved your stuff into her apartment as you were tied up on her bed.

"Let me go."

"I can't, you know you're my reason for living, I can't." Yeah you knew that, she said you were her reason for living fifteen times a day, you just didn't know she was actually batshit before. "You can use me in any other way you want, you just have to stay with me."

You had to admit you were a little worried about your serial killer kidnapper, mainly because if anything happened to her you would be stuck in her apartment and likely rot away to nothing but it was still worry nonetheless. It was about midnight when she stumbled in to the apartment, much sooner than she had been returning recently which did not make you feel any better in the slightest cause this just meant she'd thought of some harebrained scheme to get you to finally agree to her proposal.

"Love, I had an i-idea while I was gone, I h-hope you l-like it!" She lifted her sweater revealing she had carved your name on the side of her stomach which was barely visible because of how intense the scabbing was at the moment. "L-look, I carved your n-name into my skin so everyone will know I'm y-yours!"

"Rudie, what the fuck?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" You rushed over to her trying to see if you could gauge how much blood she had lost, you would probably starve to death if she bled out from this, it did seem majorly scabbed up but it could reopen at practically any time which was very worrying to you.

"Maybe I should hurt myself l-like this more frequently, t-then you'll finally admit how much you l-love me!" She grinned as you examined her wound, god it was going to heal so poorly, you'd have to force her to go on bedrest just so she didn't rip it open again just walking around casually. You hated how she was acting like you were madly in love with her just because you didn't want her dead but if that's what it took to get her not to do anything worse then you'd play along so you simply hummed and nodded.

"You d-don't understand, if you just a-accept me now, I-I'll be your servant forever." She sniffled into your shoulder as you guided her into the kitchen, sitting her down so you can wrap her wounds.

"I know honey, first we have to wrap your wound though, m'kay?" She nodded, sweat and tears matting her hair against her forehead.

You knew what Sawyer was going to do tonight and you knew you were going to say no, sure she was going to make you marry her anyways but you wanted to know you had put up somewhat of a fight against her even if it was a weak fight that didn't last very long. You just hoped it would get your point across that you really did not want a part in this and you would never want one.

"You've been a very good girl these past few months, perhaps I should reward you. Would you enjoy that?" You sneered at her, sure you no longer kicked and screamed at her but that didn't mean you enjoyed your little arrangement any more than you had before. "Don't give me that look dearest, we're at a very nice restaurant, let's try to have a good night."

"So what's the reward?" You knew what it was but you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could, just to make her life as difficult as you possibly could at the very least. "Better be a good reward and not something stupid that's only a gift for yourself."

"You know, when other people look at you, it makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily I plan to put an end to that tonight, it's not as if you could have been with anyone else anyways but now I won't have to even think of you ever being with anyone else." She sighed as she saw you curl your lip at her engagement ring placing your hands off the table so she couldn't grab them.

"All you ever do is think about escaping, I see you daydreaming about it constantly, can you not simply enjoy the night with me dearest? Or do I have to put you in the isolation room when we return home and trust me, when you walk out you will be wearing this ring, dearest." You shook your head and she huffed. "I suppose you intend on being a brat tonight dearest, I was so hoping you wouldn't do this but I suppose here we are."

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc kassien #my oc mirial #my oc eliza #my oc nikolai #my oc nora #my oc runa

[saturncodedstarlette]

Nik : Why do you keep coming to me for help? You know I’m not a professional.

Y/N, smiles cheekily : Oh I know. If you were a professional, you’d cost twice as much and be half a effective.

Nik, smiles back at them : I’d also be legal.

Captain Price, butts in : Where’s the fun in that?

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Call of duty x reader #Cod Nik #cod nikolai #Cod Nik x male reader #Cod Nik x fem reader #Cod Nik x gn reader #Cod Nikolai x you #Cod Nikolai x reader #Cod Nikolai x oc #Original : write-it-motherfuckers #original : tumblr #This can be seen as platonically or romantically #There’s not a lot with Nik so I feel injustice for that #This sets before Laswell recruits Nik as a informant #Cod Captain Price #Captain Price #John Price #Captain John Price

[nrdmssgs]

It's not that Nikolai doesn't see himself as a handsome rascal. Quite the opposite: he knows exactly how to present himself to make a particular someone weak in her knees. He notices every glance stolen, every breath hitched. And gods, does he abuse this knowledge.

But when he's like that? Exhausted by the heat of the night, having almost completely thrown off the covers, he wakes up with a groan and brushes stray strands of hair from his forehead. Only to meet her gaze wandering down his soft belly. A guilty gaze and a hungry one.

She must have worked on something, but the documents are lying on the desk, forgotten and abandoned. Lips parted and still wet after she must have licked them unconsciously.

"How many times do I need to tell you to wake me up whenever you need me?"

"What made you think, I needed you right now?"

She turns away. Almost. Because Nik is a rascal. At the last moment, his hand casually slides over the thin, light blanket and, as if by chance, presses it closer to his body, showing her his outlines.

Nikolai is used to keep calm about others attention. But when it comes to her - he always needs more of it. He stretches and covers eyes with his arm.

"Fucking tease." Her voice is so much closer.

The blanket is being pulled down and Nik grins.

"Your fucking tease."

"Mine."

I miss them like hell, I slowly cook the Matters epilogue, I promise.

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #mw2 fanfic #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #cod x oc #nikolai reboot call of duty #nikolai mw2 #nikolai mw3 #nikolai call of duty

[thedevillovesflowers]

Young foolish love

My cod oc Vitalii with Quiet. Well-before she became Quiet.

@a-small-writer-in-a-big-world ❤️❤️and I agreed that Vitalli is in Quiets past, and had a role to play in quiet being mute.

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #art #oc artwork #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod mw ghost #john price x reader #john price #price mw2 #soap call of duty #gaz mw2 #cod nikolai

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

Hello, I wanted to send a request for your autumn writing event. I would like to request a Nikolai Lantsov imagine based on the song prompt 'how you get the girl'. The reader is female gender and the pronouns are she/her. Also if it's okay can the reader be a squaller 👉👈

Thank you😊

Win you over- Nikolai Lantsov x reader

A/N- I am SO sorry for writing this centuries later😭😭Lets just ignore how I'm doing a request for my AUTUMN writing event even tho its winter now. But I really hope u like it I worked really hard on this

Warnings- none

Summary- After Nikolai realizes he has attained feelings for a certain lady, he goes overboard to win her over

Nikolai had met all kinds of people throughout his life. Some despised him, others desired him, some wished to gain something from him, but all the time he could always figure out their intentions. However there was one about whom Nikolai couldn't figure out much of. You. 

It seemed as more as he got to know you, the more mysterious you'd seemed. 

But somehow, the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you. Until he finally realized he couldn't restrain his mind from wandering to you at all times, until you'd plagued all his thoughts, until he realized he'd fallen in love with you. 

And him being stubborn as always, decided to do anything to win over the girl who'd always appeared as a mystery to him. 

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You, on the other hand, had quite similar feelings but an utterly different way of thinking. You'd began to grow closer to the sunshine boy when the threat of the Darkling had been looming over. You seemed to have grow fond of even the slightest sight of the boy. 

However, he had someone else on his mind. He'd been to indulged to win over the Sun Summoner's  heart to even glance your way. 

So you'd given up long ago. Lost any hope that he'd ever be willing to think of you the same way as he had for the girl, even long after she'd left. So you'd shut your heart and you focused on the life in front of you, you focused on your duties as the head of the Ravkan council. 

All until Nikolai had decided to go to any heights to win you over. 

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You'd been sitting in one of the quarters near the little palace that had been sitting idle for quite some time. You'd drop by sometimes whenever you wished to get your paperwork done with no one there to bother you, and today, there seemed to be a lot of it. 

It'd been raining intensely when u heard a sound resembling a knock.

You turned towards the door for a moment wondering if someone's outside, then went back to your work thinking no one would bother to come here at such a harsh weather even if they did know where you were. 

Then you heard it again, rapid knocks on the door. 

You got out of your chair and went to the door in a haste, wondering who was outside. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of the person in front of you. Drenched thoroughly from top to bottom, breathing intensively, stood the king of Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov. 

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The plan had been perfect, or so Nikolai had thought. He was to wait for the rain to begin and you to be away from the peering eyes of everyone when he would make his move. He intended to grab the kind of gift you'd love the most, Books.  Or more so, the one you'd been looking for since as long as he could remember. 

So he had set out, the package secured in his arms, the clear motive etched in his brain. But it was when he'd went halfway when he realized how intense the rain had been and had resulted in spoiling the gift and get himself all drenched. And by the time he was at the doorstep , he'd been shivering and had possibly attained a cold. 

“Nikolai!?” Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “What are you doing here in this rain!? “ your tone being equally surprised as your expression. 

Though being badly soaked from head to toe, the boy attempted to keep his composure, “I, came here to see you” he spoke with a nervous grin

His words really confirmed your suspicions of him being an idiot. You looked at him in awe before speaking in a rather stunned voice, “Are you insane!?” you said

“Well, only for you” the mad boy grinned. 

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it. Then suddenly grabbed his arm and rushed him inside, completely ignoring his statement. 

“Sit down” you ordered him as you rushed inside a room in the quarter.

You returned a few moments later with a clean towel to find that he had obliged you. 

“Here, there's a spare room you can use” you spoke, handing him the towel and gestured him to your left. 

“Really? I thought you'd like it better if I just did it over here” he gave a sly grin but quickly changed his expression when resulted in attaining a glare from you. 

After a while, he came out looking less miserable than he'd been and sat down next to you. 

“So why exactly did the king himself run all the way from the grand palace to here?” you asked

Tell her the truth, tell her the truth, tell her the truth, his mind screamed at him. But he just froze, as if he'd lost the ability to speak. 

“Uhhh- well- I needed some important documents from the little palace but it started raining so I thought to just come here” he managed

“Huh? So because it was raining, you chose to cross the whole palace and instead come here?“ you raised an eyebrow. 

Shit. He had been too occupied to practice what to say to you at the doorstep to even think of an excuse. 

“Yeah. Well it- I don't think it even matters anymore” he chuckled nervously

“Yeah” you slowly nodded in acknowledgement

“Anyways, how have you been? I barely see you anymore?” he changed the subject

“Nikolai, you saw me… yesterday “ you responded in confusion

“Yeah, yeah right” he chuckles nervously. “You know how weird time can be”.

You looked at him for a few moments before speaking again “Well um, I should get back  to my work or councilman Henrik is going to be up my nerves again” you sighed. 

“Yeah- yeah sure” he responded. 

He sighed as he looked at the rain through the window, pondering upon how miserably he'd failed today. But he wouldn't stop until he'd reached his goal. He Wasn't A Quitter After All, he thought, grinning to himself

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These foolish little attempts won’t work if I really want to tell her how I feel, Nikolai thought to himself. If he wished to let out his feelings infront of you, if he really wished to tell you the truth,

he had to up his game.

You’d been out of the palace as you and David needed to test some of the weapons you’d been working on. So you’d chosen a cabin away from the population to be the most suitable place as there won't be dangers of anyone getting hurt here. 

Apparently someone else had the idea of moving his expedition to this place.

You had set up one of the you’ve made in the field to test whether it functioned properly. “Well, if it really works it should cover about 6,000 kilometres in about in, ten minutes” David spoke

“Let’s hope it does” you responded as you readied it to launch.

Just as you launched it into the air, you both noticed something in the sky. You looked at in confusion before you finally realized what it was, as it came closer towards you.

Your eyes widened at the sight infront of you, an improved version of Nikolai’s hummingbird…with him on it. He stood on the ship, not having any realization of the massive threat coming his way.

Before you could think anything, you rushed forward and brought both of your hands and sent a massive gust of wind towards the ship’s way. Until Nikolai realized what was happening, it had been too late as he was inches away from being blown to bits.

At the last moment, you thrust your arms forward and sent a gust of wind his way, making the ship violently thrash sideways and finally crashing to the ground.

David rushed towards the ship and helped Nikolai get out. 

Nikolai went towards you, grinning like an idiot. Even though his initial plan had failed, he was amused by how grand his entrance had been. He believed you to have a similar reaction to his little stunt, but the truth appeared to be on the contrary.

You stormed towards him with your fists clenched at your sides, your face flushed red

“So, how did you think of my little manoeuvre?” he asked, still grinning. 

“Have you gone mad!?” you practically yelled at him, your face brimming with anger

“I-” he was caught off-guard by your sudden tone, he’d never seen you this angry

“This place is supposed to be off limits to anyone! And you just waltz in here so willing to get yourself blown to bits!” your rage not deteriorating in the slightest. “You could’ve died!”

Nikolai’s expression transformed into one of immense regret once the realization of what could’ve just happened dawned on him. “I- I wanted to surprise you” he looked down at his feet, his face flushed with guilt

“Well you’ve surprised me enough by almost being killed by your own weapon” you spat.

He remained silent and couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze as you left.

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It was proven now, either Nikolai has always been a massive idiot or he’d now turned into one. Had he lost his mind? He could’ve died today, and just because of his foolishness. Had he truly been that big of an idiot to just fly to a practically death zone? You thought to yourself as anger flooded your brain.

What if he…what if I weren’t able to save him on time? Panic filled in you, but now you were truly grateful that he was alive. You couldn’t bear to imagine your life without him in it. You couldn’t bear to live without him.

“I can’t believe he’d do something so idiotic!” you explained the whole incident to Zoya with immense exasperation.

However, she didn’t seem to have the kind of reaction you had anticipated. “Are you really that oblivious?” she sighed

“Wait, what?” you looked at her in confusion

“Can’t you see what he’s been attempting to do for weeks?” she continued, but seeing you still failed to understand, she explained further. “He’s trying to impress you . Have you not noticed his strange behaviour and foolish attempts to win you over?” she rolled her eyes.

A sudden thought struck your mind, Is this why he had been acting so strange for the past few weeks? You wondered. Him behaving strangely at the sight of you, his miserable attempts of striking a conversation with you, running to you all the way from his palace in the rain, and now this. 

Was he truly attempting to…win you over? Your eyes widened at the possibility

You had made a massive mistake, you were sure of it now. Even though Nikolai had managed to almost get himself killed, you had practically yelled at him. You’d broken the heart of the very boy who was going over the board to make you happy.

You had to fix this.

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You smiled at the sight of Nikolai sitting by himself in the garden. You knew you’d find him here, this is where he’d go when he’d be feeling unwell. More importantly, the place where you had your first proper conversation with him. 

“We can get the hummingbird fixed Nikolai, you shouldn’t feel so disconsolate” You spoke as you approached him

He turned sideways to look at you but then again dropped his gaze to his feet, “It’s not that I’m worried about” he spoke in a tone that truly displayed how heart broken he’d been.

 He then shifted to a side to allow you to sit beside him. “I’m sorry for doing all that, I realize how dangerous it was. But I- I just wanted to surprise you”.

You sighed as you looked at him, “I know Nikolai, I now realize you weren’t intending on getting yourself hurt. But you must know that you don’t need any grand gestures to surprise me, or make me happy. And what if you’d been hurt? How could I have lived without you?” you spoke in a soft voice.

“Really? You- you can’t live without me?” his gaze finally met yours

“Of course not you idiot” you grinned slightly. “Take this very moment for example, just sitting beside you in such a peaceful state is surprise enough for me” your tone grew sombre.

“It is?” he raised his eyebrows in curiosity

“Yeah. Now tell me, what’s been on your mind for so long?”

Nikolai seemed to hesitate before finally mustering up the courage to speak. “I- well the reason I’ve been acting so weird is, well because I’ve fallen in love with you. You’ve plagued my mind in such a way that none other ever had. The way you show affection not in words but your actions, how excited you can get when you get a new idea for something. And those eyes“ he gazed deepened.

“They’re-the way they gleam in the moonlight. They’re so- drownable in”.

His words touched your soul in a way none other had. It was like you’d fallen in love with him all over again.

“So I- I just wished to do something, anything that would make you find me endearing in the slightest” he continued

You were quite startled by his words. All this just to make me find him, endearing? 

You let out a light chickle, making him give you an utterly confused look. “Well, I believe that won't be a problem anymore” you gave him a sly grin

“What? why?” 

“Well, to your enormous luck, I already find you endearing enough, love” 

He looked at you in disbelief which was clearly displayed on his face. Did she really say that?? he thought. 

“Wait, wh- really?” he had a shocked expression plastered over his face

“Yes, I believe I do” you grinned

He continued to look at you with utter disbelief. He couldn't believe what you just said was true. He'd written a whole speech and all but he was panicking too much to think of a word. You'd rendered him speechless. 

“I-” he racked his brain to think of something but he just couldn't. He really did not wish for it to go like this, with him panicking too much to utter a word. 

But your expression remained stagnant. You gazed intensely in his hazel eyes before cupping both his cheeks with your hands and softly pressing your lips to his. 

Nikolai's eyes widened at your action, he'd been the luckiest man alive. 

You slowly pulled away from him. 

“I had a whole speech and all but I have to admit I do not remember a word” he spoke

You grinned at his words, “I have to admit it was quite entertaining, watching you fail so miserably without having a clue as to what exactly you were willing to do”

This time, his hands were on either sides of your face before he pulled you close and pressed his lips on yours. Loving every moment of it. 

Even though his plans hadn't exactly worked, he was immensely glad to be in this very moment. 

 And that, was how he managed to get the girl of his dreams. 

#grishaverse #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov x oc

[super-unpredictable98]

Make Me Sway | Song of Sway Lake AU

Chapter 4: Old-Fashioned Romance

Warning: Strong language, a bit of violence (non-graphic)

(Make Me Sway masterlist)

"Good morning, my Lady of the Flowers," Nikolai greeted, pulling a chair when Lada arrived for breakfast, he had been up all night, organizing a special corner in his room where he would keep their memories safe, then he made sure the flag was in order and rowed the guideboat across the lake like Commander Sway used to do.

"Thank you," she smiled at him, it was nice to have a guy who doesn't immediately disappear after they have sex for a change.

"You're late dear," Charlie pointed out. "You seem weird, what happened?"

"Nothing, what do you mean?"

"I don't know... You seem happy."

"Is that so bad, gran?"

"I suppose not," she said in the most unconvincing way.

"I have a surprise for you, Lada," Nikolai kissed her cheek as he prepared her plate.

"Oh, we're starting to take liberties, I see..." Charlie murmured.

"Gran!" she scolded.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Sway, I didn't mean to-"

"There's nothing to apologize for, Nikolai," Ollie cut him off, if there was someone he disliked more than his sister, was his grandma. "She just can't stand people being happy around her."

"Anyway," Lada put her hand on top of Nikolai's, there was no point in pretending nothing happened. "What's your surprise?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to swim," he exclaimed proudly. "This way you don't have to be scared when we get on the boat next time."

"You're so sweet, Nicky."

"Nicky?" Ollie nearly screamed.

"I'm afraid today won't be possible, kids," Charlie wasn't fazed in the slightest, or at least she didn't let it show. "We are going to the town hearing, remember, dear?"

"You need to drag your minion with you, grandma?" Ollie sneered.

"Lada is actually very passionate about saving the lake, she loves this place just like your grandfather used to."

"Of course, I forgot, she's perfect!"

"Jealousy is not a good look on you, Oliver."

"I'll drive you," Nikolai offered.

"You don't have to, I'll do it..." Lada shook her head, sure there were more interesting things for him to do than sit through a boring town hearing about saving a lake no one wants to save.

"I insist, Zvezda," he held her hand, bringing it to his lips. "It will be my pleasure to take you both."

"That's very nice of you, Nikolai," Charlie finally said something that didn't sound like mockery.

"Are you coming with us?" Lada glanced over at her brother.

"Sorry, I have other shit to do."

"Language!" Charlie gave him a stern look. "I don't know why you still ask, dear. He never cared about the lake."

Noticing tears gathered in Lada's eyes, Nikolai quickly leaned closer to her. "Did you have sweet dreams last night?" he smirked.

"Yeah, I had a dream about being in Romeo and Juliet," she felt a tightness in her chest, almost like the feeling of wanting something that was gone forever.

"And who was your Romeo?"

"He was too handsome and kind to be a real person," she shook her head, quickly wiping her eyes. "And you? Did you sleep well?"

"I couldn't sleep again, a song got stuck in my head."

"Really?"

"Yes... Unforgettable," seems like they had their own Eskimo Day now.

"You should really get some sleep, Nikolai, spending all those nights awake can't be good for you."

"I don't need to sleep if I dream when I'm awake."

"We should get dressed," Charlie cut their conversation short after watching the couple talking in codes like she used to do with Hal. "Put on your best outfit, Lada."

"Yes, gran," she finished her toast and headed back to the room.

Oh, if only I were 10 years younger, we could be a beautiful couple, Lada thought, letting her tears flow. 

She didn't exactly know why she was crying, her grandma's ruthless attitude, Ollie's gratuitous hate, Nikolai's endless kindness, how much she missed her father at that moment (he would have the perfect song to make her feel better), and the lake. The lake she was so desperately holding on to, but no one else seemed to care about.

"Marlena, have you seen my necklace?" she walked into the kitchen.

"Which one, sweetie?" 

"The pearl one that grandma gave me when I turned 15."

"No, sorry."

"It's okay, I'll find another one. I probably just left it in another drawer."

She was on the way back to the room when she bumped into Nikolai, he was tucking his royal blue shit into his pants hastily, but immediately stopped when he saw her.

"You look gorgeous," he looked her up and down, as he normally did.

"You look nice too."

"Are you ready?"

"Almost, I was just gonna put on a necklace," she walked by him and searched through her jewelry box. 

"Allow me," Nikolai took the necklace from her hand and carefully draped it around her neck, securing it on the back and leaning in to place a tender kiss on her shoulder. "Perfect."

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"A large town dock will bring new boats, business this community needs," Jim was speaking as everyone cheered him on. Ugh, the people upstate... Lada never liked them, ever since she was a kid.

Once the floor was open to public comments, Charlie took her hand, dragging her to the podium. She wished Nikolai was there, but of course he "had to stay in the car, this business didn't concern him", as her grandma would say.

Under all the whispered comments and dirty looks, the two women stood before the audience. It wasn't nearly as big as the ones Lada was used to back in the City, but it was twice as intimidating because she already knew, before she even started, that they were not gonna like her show.

"I grew up on this lake," Charlie began. "My kids and grandkids grew up on this lake."

"Two weeks a year doesn't give you the right..." some lady in the audience tried to interrupt, but Jim was quick to come in their defense. 

"Let her talk!" he shouted.

"It used to be this lake connected us to the past, to nature, to each other, to silence," Charlie continued over all the mean comments. "First we lost the trout, then most of the loons. While I wish Jim success in his son's jet ski business, a public dock will triple the amount of motors on this lake. Tell them about your research, dear."

"I have been looking into the outcome of other lakes that got public docks," Lada took a deep breath as she saw Nikolai approaching the doorframe, watching what she had to say mesmerized. "When Eel lake got their dock, they saw milfoil come in from outside boats. It destroyed their purple reed, their fish stock. This place is too special to lose because of a couple bucks, I don't know how many of you understand how important this place is, not only to me... This isn't about a dock, this is about the water. The purity of this lake, our lake."

"Your lake, right, princess?" a voice pierced through the crowd, the young boy, Jim's son was the one saying it.

"This lake isn't yours anymore, I don't have to listen to this... Go back to Broadway, you spoiled brat!"

One by one the people left the town hall in a rage. None of them had a clue, opening the lake would be like opening the memories, the loves, the losses, the grief, their entire lives, to be trampled on by some self-centered teenagers.

"Come on, let's go," Nikolai walked up to them and took Lada's hand. 

"I just wanted to keep everything..." 

"I know, these people don't know what they're talking about, let's get back home, okay?"

"Don't worry, Lada, we'll find a way," Charlie said, but in her eyes, she could see how disheartened her grandma was as they walked back to the car.

"Do you hear this?" Jim's son followed them furiously, shoving his finger in Lada's chest. "That's a 460Z, one day this lake is gonna be a destination whether you like it or not, you spoiled bitch!"

"What did you just say?" Nikolai growled, rolling up his sleeves as Charlie quickly walked away. "Get in the car, darling, I'll take care of this bastard."

"Nicky, don't-" she truly didn't want more problems.

"Listen to your bitch, Nicky," the boy challenged.

"You don't talk to a lady like that, you hear me? I'll break your face, you little shit!" he grabbed the boy by the collar throwing him to the ground. "Apologize right now!"

Luckily Jim showed up before the situation could escalate and took his son away while Nikolai opened the door for Lada. She felt sick to her stomach, on one side it was very sweet (and almost sexy) that he was willing to fight for her, but on the other side, she knew deep in her heart that she was about to lose the lake.

"Have you seen my hair bow?" Lada touched her head, her dark locks falling on her face.

"No, it must've fallen," Nikolai started the car.

The entire way back, they were silent, he just held her hand hoping that was enough while he couldn't say what he really wanted to or kiss her troubles away like the night before. Charlie observed from the backseat, remembering how Hal held her hand on their way to the honeymoon, with the same devotion, the same adoration.

"Get ready, darling," Nikolai whispered as they parked in front of the house. "Let's steal the guideboat for a few hours and get lost on the lake. I have something important to ask you."

"Okay, I'm just gonna get out of these clothes."

"Something I would love to help you with."

"If you did, we wouldn't leave the room, Nicky."

"Meet me at the dock."

"Meet me at the dock..." Ollie mocked his accent as Lada walked back inside. "What is going on between you two?"

"Oh, now you wanna talk to me? Interesting," she tilted her head. "For your information, we're just... wait, do you hear that? It's Marlena."

The two siblings followed the quiet sobs coming from the kitchen where Marlena was washing the dishes and crying as she looked out the window.

"Are you okay?" they asked nearly at the same time.

"You kids are sweet, like your father," she wiped her tears away quickly. "He did his best after your mother left, but it's hard to live without love."

"Yeah, he really tried to be a good dad, I'm grateful for him," Lada had forgotten about him for a few hours or the reason why she was there in the first place. Suddenly she felt very guilty about enjoying a romantic boat ride. "I miss him a lot."

"He was so quiet," Marlena mused, she could still see him when she closed her eyes. "Did he ever show you his collection?"

"Some of it, right Ollie? I know he has a few records hidden around the house, he used to say he'd tell me about them when I was older, but he never did," Lada sighed. 

"Have you found that record your grandma wants so bad?" 

"No luck yet," the young woman mumbled, her mind wandering far away as she watched Nikolai making his way to the dock.

"I don't trust him," Marlena muttered, almost like a warning.

"Why not? What's wrong with Nikolai?" all those years growing up with Marlena had taught her not to doubt her intuition, but she didn't want to believe her.

"I don't know, he just seems a little too good to be true, I saw him looking at the pictures the other day, something didn't feel right."

Trying to ignore that queasy feeling in her stomach, Lada quietly left to change. It wasn't possible that the only reason why he liked her was that... No that would be sick. 

She was her own person born in 1963, not 1923. She was a modern woman with a great personality and her appearance had nothing to do with the reason why Nikolai has been so insistent.

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"Hey there, Myshka,"  Nikolai smiled when he saw her. He offered his hand to help her into the boat, being very mindful and respectful when touching her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, but I wanted to ask you something, it's probably stupid and you're gonna laugh, but I need to ask..."

"Good, I have something to ask as well," he got a hold of the oars and started rowing without knowing exactly where he wanted to go.

"Oh, okay, you go first then."

"You know I like you, right? I like you a lot," he started. For the first time, he didn't seem to know which words to use. "I think you're the most wonderful woman I've ever met. You're funny and beautiful, you're sweet and elegant, you're perfect in every single way. I thought I would never find a woman worth giving my heart to, but I was wrong... You are worth it, Lada."

"Stop this nonsense, Nicky," she shook her head, with a smile, thinking he must be high or something.

"No, I mean it! I want you to be my girlfriend. Would you please be my girlfriend?"

"Are you serious?" she frowned, thinking about the reasons behind that question.

"Of course I am, Zvezda. You deserve romance, you deserve someone who will care for you," he stopped rowing and took her hands, kissing her knuckers lovingly. "I will bring you flowers, take you out to dance, we can take long walks and talk about nothing and everything, I will make you so happy."

"Nikolai... You don't like me," it pained her to think about it, but the more he poured his heart out, the more she realized he was thinking of another version of her, a version he made up. "You just think you like me because I look like the old pictures on the walls, and you think we can live this ultra-romantic, old-fashioned fantasy, this isn't healthy and it's not real."

"At first yes, I won't lie to you, but from the moment I heard you sing that song, I just... Fell for you," he stared right through her as if he was dreaming. "Not her, not anyone else, you. I'm completely in love with you and I know you feel the same. I know after that moment we shared yesterday."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Nicky," she felt tears running down her face. She really wanted to say yes, she did like him more than she cared to admit, but after what Marlena said and after what he revealed to her about his expectations for this relationship, she couldn't lead him on. "You're a little young for me."

"Don't you like me? Don't I make you feel good when we're together? Didn't I make you feel good yesterday when we made love?"

 "I do, and you do, you did...That's why I don't want you to idealize someone I'm not, because then both of our hearts will be broken."

"I am not giving up on you, girls these days are just so-"

"I am a girl from these days! I live in New York City in a studio apartment in Midtown, I work full time, I have sex before marriage, and I take the pill..."

"But you are different, your soul is old like mine."

"You don't really want me, you'll just be disappointed, Nikolai, I'm not the person you think I am. I am no Lady of the Flowers, I'm just Lada Sway."

"I don't think you are another person, I just love you, just that, plain and simple. I love you, Lada Sway, please give me a chance. I promise I will be the best boyfriend you can think of, I'll do anything for you. I'd kill and die for you if you asked."

"I don't know."

"Please say yes?" he looked at her with hopeful eyes.

"How about a maybe? I need to think, you need to think... How about we just see how things turn out."

"That's good, I'm happy with it," he grinned, looking victorious. "You'll see, I'll show you my feelings are real, you won't regret it."

By the time they got back to the dock, the sun was starting to set and rain was starting to pour. Nikolai immediately took his shirt off to cover Lada.

"You don't have to do this..."

"I don't want you to catch cold."

"And what happens to you?"

"I'm tough, nothing will happen to me."

Lada ran up to her room to dry herself and avoid Ollie's and grandma's questions about her love life. She liked him, why was she letting those stupid thoughts dictate how she feels?

"Hey, Lada," Ollie called, he was sitting next to Nikolai, in front of a pile of records. "Where did you look for the... You know what?"

"Pretty much everywhere," she joined them in front of the record player. "Every room, every drawer, and cabinet, I haven't found it. I don't know where else to look."

"What are these markings?" Nikolai pointed at the black dots on the cover of a Madonna album.

"Everyone in the family has their own way of ranking records," Ollie explained. "When I was little I graded these so I wouldn't accidentally DJ subpar music."

"What is your technique?" he asked, taking Lada's hand.

"I use numbers, zero to ten, pretty simple."

"Olivia Newton-John, A," Nikolai grimaced. "And an 8,5 from Lada."

"What? She's... Hot," Ollie shrugged.

"Who cares, Oliver? Physical is such a good song, that song alone makes the album worth it," Lada laughed. "Although, Make a Move on Me is pretty good too."

"Harry Belafonte," Nikolai took another one of the records. "He's like black Neil Diamond! Look, Julio Iglesias, he's like the Spanish Neil Diamond..."

Ollie and Lada chuckled, he wasn't completely wrong. God, why did he have to be so charming and captivating?

"That is a terribly good recording, such a handsome man," Charlie said as she stood looking down on them. Just her voice, made Lada shiver, she was starting to understand more and more why Oliver was so hostile to anyone who reminded him of her.

"B minus, it's not his best calypso," he mumbled, looking back at the tray she was holding. "What are those?"

"Just a little surprise for my grandkids... and this nice young man."

"Moscow mule," Nikolai pulled a chair for Charlie, wanting to show Lada how much of a gentleman he could be. "Famous American drink," he took one of the glasses.

"Russian and American seem to be a good combination," Lada winked at him before taking a sip. She did promise to give him a chance...

"I think so too, and one day we'll have the most beautiful Russian-American children to prove it."

"Children?" Charlie choked on her drink.

"He's joking, gran..." Lada looked at Nikolai, slightly terrified, but he simply smiled, standing by his affirmation. Did he really mean that? Was he actually serious about this whole thing?

"Oh, look," Charlie quickly changed her focus to something else, grabbing a forgotten record from the pile, graded an F minus, one star (in her own system), and zero point five. "Looks like we all agree on this one... Not a handsome fellow."

"What is it with you and your obsession for grading music based on how hot the singer is?" Lada rolled her eyes.

"What did Timmy think about this one?" Charlie asked, a question none of the siblings wanted to answer.

"Looks like Americans would rather organize music than hear it, in Russia we simply dance," Nikolai got up.

"What are you doing?" Ollie muttered.

"Inviting this lovely lady to dance with me," he took Lada's hand and spun around the room with her. 

"Nikolai, what is going on?" she whispered.

"I'm trying to throw her off the scent, if she's worried about you and me, she doesn't look for the record... Your grandma not liking me had to be useful for something."

"Where did you get this idea?"

"She thinks I'm trying to seduce you for green card, I heard her say it the other-"

Before he could finish, all the lights turned off and Lada screamed, hiding against his chest.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Nikolai seemed to find it funny and worrying at the same time

"There's a reason why I moved to the city that never sleeps..." 

"Relax, I can fix it, darling. Don't worry," he tried to leave and see what was wrong, but she didn't let go.

"Don't leave me alone."

"You have to be joking. Lada, a nearly 30-year-old woman scared of the dark?" Charlie scoffed. 

"Maybe she has her reasons," Ollie muttered, taking his sister's hand, a feeling growing inside of him he couldn't quite understand, it was almost like in the dark they were kids again, he wasn't so angry at her anymore. "I'll stay with you, we can hide like we used to."

"Okay..." she took his hand hesitantly.

"I will be right back," Nikolai grabbed an umbrella. "You won't even have time to miss me."

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