It's been a month since the villa. Olandria is still struggling to adjust to her new world- one filled with flashing lights, headlines, and expectations. Anxiety, stress, and doubt have become her constant companions. She and Nic have promised to take things slow- very slow. Like they're falling for each other all over again. But in a world fueled by fame and money, can their love really survive?

Nicolandria fanfic

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

✨ Olandria; I'd felt that before-being almost. Not chosen, just circled. Not forgotten, just never called for. But this time, something in me said... maybe. Nic; She was always there. Always the one who got it, who saw past the noise. Maybe that's why I thought I could never let it get real- because real means it can ruin you. But now? Both; Now it's real. And I don't want to turn it off. - If fate took a step back and their hearts finally caught up... what happens when love recouples where cameras can't follow? Two people. One villa. Too much unsaid. Welcome to In Another Villa-where the firepit might be cool, but the tension? Scorching. Not every recoupling is romantic. But some feel like coming home. Oh, to be seen in a place built for the drama. Tonight... the villa shifts. And not everyone comes out loving the same. A Love Island Original Fanfiction✨ A NIC & OLANDRIA STORY

When Two Opposites Attract

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

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 and Olandria navigating their new couple.

Being on the chopping block is never fun and it's especially not fun to be on the chopping block because of someone you put all your effort into. Olandria thought her evening was too much to handle after Taylor chose Clarke but what she doesn't know is that her evening is going to get even more chaotic because of a certain Nic, who Olandria just can't seem to shake away. Follow Olandria as she learns that sometimes all you need to do is just let go.