A "What if" fic with all the feels and angst. Olandria has been eliminated; Taylor had chosen Clarke and Nic's fight wasn't enough to sway the vote in his favor. So, he found her on the outside. Also inspired by the song Pirate Radio by Jean Dawson. I love that song.

Olyverra Carter is a frustrated journalist who's spent five years working and stuck behind the scenes, never given her own byline. So when her sharp, calculating boss Whitney finally offers her a story-her first solo feature-she thinks her big break has finally come. The catch? The story is about Nikola Vaughn, a mysterious, up-and-coming NASCAR driver with a reputation built on silence. He's never given an interview, he's barely present online, and he completely disappeared from the racing scene after turning 18-only to suddenly reappear seven years later with his eyes set on the NASCAR Cup Series. Bound by a strict NDA and forced to submit her article for legal review, Olyverra quickly realizes this is no ordinary puff piece. With no real information to go on, no photos, and no access-she's flying blind. That is, until Nikola himself calls and suggests a week-long shadowing experience, offering her the chance to step into his world firsthand. As she prepares to enter the high-octane world of racing, Olyverra finds herself battling not just deadlines and expectations-but a deepening curiosity about Nikola's hidden past, and an unexpected tension between them that could either derail everything... or launch her career into the stratosphere. But what happens when they spend an intense night together that leaves them bound to each other for life? Will Nikola ever open up? Will he step-up where he's needed or continue to live his fast life, leaving Olyverra with the responsibility all on her own.

Casa goes a bit differently altering how nic and olandria happen.

We all saw how the Lumberjack Challenge went and we've all seen the edits. What happened in that cabin and how did Olandria end up thrown over Nic's shoulder? Here's my take on it. * * * * * * * * QUICK DISCLAIMER: Don't Be Stealing My Shit Don't Copy And Paste My Shit Don't Decide To Create A Oneshot Collection Of Whatever The Fuck Using My Shit Don't Reach Out To Me About Adding My Shit To Other Sites; The Answer Is No Or Any Of That Shit You Have Been Warned

Solandria has it all-brains, beauty, and a body people can't stop talking about. The successful CEO of her own clothing line, she's finally ready to find love. But not with the city boys who broke her heart in the past. This time, she wants a man who treats her right... a real southern gentleman. Enter Tyler: the tall, brooding cowboy with a painful past. He's everything she thought she wanted. But then there's Nick-the goofy, charming nurse-turned-model who knows how to make her laugh, and maybe steal her heart. Between steamy challenges, shocking twists, and bombshell arrivals, one question remains: Will Solandria find the peaceful love she's searching for... or get caught in the messiest triangle the villa has ever seen?

Post villa Nic and Olandria are trying to find their footing in this new chaotic world while also navigating their quickly developing relationship. They pull each other close then just as quickly push each other away. They are drawn together in ways they don't fully understand, a magnetic, passionate all-consuming love has taken them on a crazy ride in which they always choose each other, through it all.

He was aware of both the challenges and stakes before he left the villa with Olandria Carthen on his arm. It was Nic Vansteenberghe vs 6 million people. Good thing he trained all his life for this. Forget slaying a dragon; Nic's not gonna lose his "ball".

The Hudrats and new Love Island stans are making it difficult for our islanders to enjoyed their regain freedom as well as focus on building relationships for others. Disrespectfully, he wished the haters, racists and dusties alike would just fuck off and leave his woman be. !!This is not to spread hate or for any of you parasocial demons to take an inch and a mile. This is just a prompt from after they left the island and had to deal with all the mess. That's it. Y'all know what I lands is said on live (hence my PSA). Just send love, don't be creepy and don't be toxic and we can keep prospering as Nicolandria Nation. Okay? Okay.!!! *****

Just our Top 5 decide to go out clubbing. You have 3 minions (plus traitors) dancing on table tops, throwing it back and going viral all in one night. Nic had some concerns about he and Olandria's first social outing. None of this was on the list. * * * * * * * * QUICK DISCLAIMER: Don't Be Stealing My Shit Don't Copy And Paste My Shit Don't Decide To Create A Oneshot Collection Of Whatever The Fuck Using My Shit Don't Reach Out To Me About Adding My Shit To Other Sites; The Answer Is No Or Any Of That Shit You Have Been Warned

Alternate Universe Nic and Olandria inspired by a prompt I saw on CHC. Nic is free spirted surfer boy living in Southern California who dabbles in freelance photography to pay his bills. One day while returning from a day at a beach, outside of town, his car breaks down on a back road. Seeking a phone to call for help he stumbles across a property belonging to a Motorcycle Club, there he meets the Presidents daughter Ola bka Panther.