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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.

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.

I have no excuse for writing this. Call me Olandria-centric, or call it treason against my own Nation. This is a crack fic through and through. ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ The guys thought Jalen would be a problem, little did they know they had Pepe to worry about. I thought Pepe had a type? Apparently, everyone did, Olandria included.

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".

Olandria says it was insane how "we" didn't see the signs. We don't know the French she speaks, because it was obvious. She was just oblivious. Could be seen as a continuation of Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer, or as a stand-alone * * * * * * * * 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

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.!!! *****