Two years after Love Island, Nic is set to marry Cierra, the woman he left the villa with. But on the night before his wedding, it isn't Cierra he calls. It's Olandria. The woman he never got over. The one he tried to forget. What begins as a meeting for closure spirals into something far more dangerous. A confession laced in lust, regret, and everything they buried under fame, pride and friendship. In a cheap motel room, the night before vows are meant to be exchanged, two people who never stopped wanting each other are forced to face the truth: sometimes love doesn't fade...it festers. A story of forbidden lust, aching what-ifs, and the kind of tension that feels suffocating.

A Nicolandria fanfic that starts at their date but instead of going back to the villa they go to the hideaway like god intended. Unsure how long this will be. I'm just having fun with it. Also on AO3

Short stories of Nicolandria!!!!!!

Olandria likes what she has with Taylor, but she feels like she's missing something. Maybe Nic can help her figure it out. (Nicolandria fanfic bc I am a writer with freewill. Also available on ao3 :p)

Six years later, they're not the same people anymore. Nic is no longer the reckless college boy. He's built something real-expanding his father's business into a thriving empire in Los Angeles, working with elite athletes and shaping careers. Focused. Disciplined. Untouchable. Olandria is exactly where she always dreamed she'd be. New York shaped her, but now she's ready for more. Her designs have a name, her vision has weight... and her next move is Los Angeles. When they reunite at a mutual friend's wedding, everything feels the same and completely different. The chemistry is still there. Stronger. Heavier. Harder to ignore. The history between them hasn't faded it's settled. This time, distance isn't an excuse. This time, they're in the same city. Same orbit. Same space. Same unfinished story. But six years changes people. Priorities. Fears. Expectations. And the question they avoided back then? They don't get to avoid it anymore. Are they still a bad match... Or is this finally their rematch?

They were never supposed to work. Olandria doesn't do messy. Nic doesn't do rules. But when you're forced to share a space, lines blur... boundaries shift... and tension turns into something neither of them planned for. And the worst part? They might not want it to stop.

this clash of personalities is like no other. but as the saying goes, what's meant to be, will be. or does fate have it wrong this time? also on A03, user joonjelly

This isn't a linear story. This will be a collection of moments, set in different timelines, imagined versions of them - sometimes they're strangers, sometimes they're exes, sometimes they're something in between. One thing stays the same: They always find their way to each other. Welcome to the Nicolandria Multiverse.

Nic had her backed against the wall without meaning to, every inch between them a battlefield. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, wanting-needing-to touch, but not daring. The closeness was a slow burn, the kind that took him apart molecule by molecule. She tilted her chin up, eyes searching his, and he thought, if she leans in even a fraction, I'm gone. ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ Olandria came to Love Island for exactly what the name promised - love. The villa is sun-soaked and electric, full of new faces and endless possibility. And then there's Nic: quiet confidence, steady charm, and a gaze that feels just a little too knowing. Every challenge, laugh, and stolen glance adds another layer to the pull between them. In a place where nothing stays simple for long, Olandria must navigate the sparks, the first impressions that won't fade, and the question that drives every Islander: who is worth the risk?

I walked into that villa thinking I knew exactly what I wanted. He barely looked at me. His best friend? He looked a little too long. Now I'm stuck between the boy I wanted, and the boy who actually wants me. And they're best friends. So yeah... I'm kind of the problem. Welcome to Love Island. Or as I like to call it: heartbreak in a bikini.