Nikolai Lantsov X F!reader | 18+

summary: You get back from Fjerda after being a spy for King Nikolai. Nikolai comes to find you immediately and your love and lust gets quickly rekindled.

warning: Includes smut.

authors note: I made this after a hyperfixation. Loving Nikolai a lot and having some inspiration to write after reading the books. Enjoy.

There was an urge in his voice, even before you heard the knock on the door. You had been gone, being one of his spies in Fjerda. You had hated him for it, clearly. But in the end you were one of his most important and smartest Grisha. He needed you. And you knew he had hated it. 

"Is she okay?" you heard him say, making the sun start to shine again.

"She always is." Nina's triumph made you chuckle.

"Come in!" you called out, the door being opened mere seconds later.

Nikolai.

His eyes traveled towards you in the dimmed light. And you realised you missed him, more than you ever thought you could.

He seemed to be speachless, for once, so you smiled. 

"Hi King Lantsov." 

He rolled his eyes. His hand going through his blonde locks.

"I'm so s-" 

You were up before he could finish his sentence. Your finger pushing against his soft, baby pink lips.

"Don't be. I am your spy. I always will be. I gave you what you needed. Now I demand something I need."

His brow raised, a twinkle appearing in his eyes. 

"Where did you learn to speak like that to a king?" 

Your fingers traveled down his lower lip, pushing it outwards, ever so slightly.

"From a pirate. Maybe you know him? Sturmhond?" 

"Privateer." he corrected you, the never ending correction playing over his lips.

"Ah, yes. That's what he was." you smirked.

"He is a good looking guy."

Nikolai pushed his body closer and your breathing got mingled. 

"Saints, I've missed you." he whispered, before your lips finally— finally collapsed. 

You had spend every day in the cold Fjerdan country, waiting for God knows what. It could take hours, days, years. And every single day felt more like you were gonna rip your heart out. You had fallen for Nikolai badly. But he was the king. And you were a Grisha. And everything that stood in between felt like a wall; a mountain. 

Nina had known from the first moment that you had fallen for the young fox. And she hadn't spilled it once. She loved to talk about it though. Every. Single. Day.

And it made you miss him more and more. 

Nina had told her to go back. Screw what that blonde king had to say. 

But you didn't know what would happen. 

So you stayed. A long, insane year. 

Longing for the King a little more every day.

You took a deep breath, your body shivering by the slightest touch of his long, slender fingers. 

"How is your Shu princess?" you couldn't help but ask. 

He froze, his eyelids falling slowly.

"Gone." he whimpered. 

"G-Gone?" you frowned.

"You give me no time." he whispered. His lips against your temple. "I wanted to explain.. later."

His hands were on your hips, his tops pushing slightly into your covered skin..

“We won’t be getting married.” he spoke, his voice low.

You weren’t sure what to say. The last news you heard were the talks of Nikolai Lantsov getting married to a Shu princess. You knew the day would come, you had been dreading it. But you had to accept it. The alliances were more important than your stupid teenage love for that man.

For all you knew he only loved you for your body. For your comfort. For your touch.

You spoke, finally. “Why not?”

His darkened eyes were studying you, lurking for a reaction. But you were scared for the answer.

“She, we-” he licked his lips.

“The handsome prince is too handsome for the Shu.”

He sighed, a soft laugh escaping his mouth.

“We had another plan.” he said, his guard wearing off now that he was around you. “And it would break my heart.”

He dipped your face into his hands, his thumb; rough from fighting, caressing your delicate skin slowly.

You looked up, wondering where this conversation would lead. There was a single curl hanging onto his forehead and he smiled when you pushed it up.

“It would break my heart not to have you by my side.” he whispered.

You never needed those words from him. You never demanded them from him. But now that he spoke them, so clearly, your heart made loops inside your chest.

“Really?”

He nodded, smugly and you laughed.

“I can’t go another year without you here. And Saints, who cares what anyone else thinks. I love you.”

Those last three words were just a whisper, against your needing lips.

He kissed you, his hands claiming your cheeks. His lips claiming yours. You pushed yourself up, tiptoes on the ground. He shamelessly entered your mouth, lifting you into his arms as he lead you to the bed. He laid you down gently, finally doing what he came here to do.

A knock on the door made you scream. He pushed his hand in front of your mouth, making you sputter. He had a devilish smirk on his face.

“It’s just me. It’s Nina.” the familiar voice came from the other side. “I know you’re in there doing something I enjoy more than waffles when it comes to my own husband, but I believe Tamar called for you.”

Nikolai rolled his eyes.

“Tell her I will be with her when I will be with her.” he growled.

“I didn’t know you could be so nasty when you grave something other than Ravka.”

You held your laugh underneath his hand and he shook his head at you. His eyes warning you.

“Go off, Nina. Come on.”

She giggled loudly. And as the giggle disappeared slowly, Nikolai focused back on you.

“You think she’s funny, huh?”

“Not as funny as you, Sturmhond.” she winked, making him moan as you pushed him against you.

“I need you, Nikolai.” you almost begged as that oh-so familiar smirk filled his face.

“Are you in luck then, my queen, I need you too.”

There was something about Nikolai. When he got you, alone, he would turn darker, wilder. You loved it. It made him someone nobody knew he was. Need was a big word between the two of you. You never spoke of needing each other. But being gone for what felt like an eternity brought that out in you.

You nervously unbuttoned his white blouse. The compass safely around his neck. He looked down, following you.

“You’re never gonna get rid of it, are you?”

“It’s a part of me, love. A part of Sturmhond too.”

You nodded, going over the cold metal with your thumb. You knew how much the compass meant to Nikolai. You just wanted to hear his voice, just a little more.

You draped the blouse over his shoulders, pushing it down gently. The first time you saw his body. The naked skin underneath that oh-so kingly attire, you had took get a second look.

Nikolai had a gentle face, but underneath it all there was man who worked for his body.

The compass was dangling back and forth against his chest.

“Korol Rezni.” you whispered, the scar of the demon still just underneath his shoulder. King of scars, he was famous for it now.

He kissed you, tentatively. Opening up your dress. The dress you had put on to formally come back to the King. Tell him of your stories. That was of no need now. He let it fall down your stomach and he stood up, pulling it off slowly.

“You’ve never been this calm.” you said.

“I want my time.” he smiled softly. “Besides, we need to meet soon. In about-” he checked the clock. “Twenty minutes.”

That devilish smirk came back and you bit your lip to hide your smile. He took a quick glance at the dress, his eyes widening slowly.

“It’s the exact same..” - “Blue.”

You nodded, standing up. Your arms wrapping around his neck. 

“Sturmhond was the man I met. I thought it would be rather fitting.”

He smiled. Worlds most beautiful smile.

“I’m sorry for sending you away.” he whispered, his tone serious.

“Maybe it’s okay.” you answered, lowering down the bands of your bra. “Maybe it made me want you more.”

He had those big blue orbs, looking down at you. The intense stare that always made you feel awkward, but not with him. Not with Nikolai.

You opened your bra, letting it fall onto the ground.

“Can I?” Nikolai asked, not touching you at all.

You frowned, nodding slowly.

“I don’t have a ring or something that comes close to show you that I want you. But I do have something else.”

You whispered a ‘no’ as Nikolai raised the necklace off his own neck. And you watched in disbelief as he laid it down against your chest. Falling beneath the valley of your breasts.

“Hold onto it for me.”

His hand was curls around the golden metal and your fingers lashed onto them.

“Forever.” you whispered, kissing his fingers.

He nodded, sincere. You never believed you and him could be a forever thing. But right now, you knew things had changed.

He cupped your cheeks. A smile curling around his lips before he bowed over, kissing you happily. You laughed against his lips, holding him close. The metal was hissing between you. Cold between your heated bodies.

His cheeks were red when you pulled back. His lips even more so.

His hands trailed down your body, onto your hips. His thumbs grasping onto your panties, pulling them down so you could step out of them.

You sat down on the bed, waiting as he got rid of his pants. You glanced at the compass, knowing what he did was something special. Something only he could do.

You looked up, his body exposed against the incoming sunlight. You breathed out heavily, meeting his sky blue eyes.

“Come here.” you breathed out.

He listened, his body covering yours as he pushed your hands up. Your fingers intertwined, disappearing into the sheets as you kissed eachother slowly.

“Twenty minutes.” you whispered, making him chuckle.

“They can wait for the King.” he chirped.

“Not when the Kings spy ain’t there either, Nik.”

He rolled his eyes, surprised by your cleverness.

The room got quiet, apart from the hisses and the breaths leaving their mouths. Heated kisses were shared, as Nikolai let his length push against your body. He was hardening, even though he had been far gone anyway.

He let go of one hand, the other one still intertwined with his. He positioned himself as she let your thumb go over his warm cheek.

“I love you too.” you said softly.

His eyes shot up, a smile brightening his face.

He answered as you did just mere minutes before. By giving you the love you so desperately seeked for. You held in a moan, the sound filling the room anyway as he became one with you. His body pushed against yours, his hand going back into place as he fell into a rhythm.

Little drops of sweat were starting to form underneath his blonde curls. The compass was moving against your chest as he pushed you back and forth softly.

“It’s been too long.” he whispered.

“Don’t tell me that.” you giggled, a moan following up that giggle immediately.

You never blamed him for sending you away. But you had always missed him.

He hummed, quieting your talks by kissing you. You opened your mouth as his tongue asked for more. Your hands letting go of his, so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your hands in his hair as you really felt everything.

You felt desperate for his touch. Nothing more and nothing less. And Saints, you knew Nikolai knew how to give you that. Your legs curled up, your feet going over his legs, trying to ground yourself. But your walls were clinging around his shaft and he was giving you the best time you had ever had.

You dropped your head into the silk sheets. An opportunity for Nikolai to let his lips find your neck. You closed your eyes, your body burning and producing fireworks as he kissed, nibbled, sucked.

“Nik.” you said.

He knew enough.

“Look at me.”

You opened your eyes.

“Stay with me.” he whispered.

And you nodded, before your body exploded into one of the best orgasms you ever had. He followed, simply by looking at the ecstasy on your face. And you held him in your arms. Your bodies a bit too sweaty, but not all too bad anyway.

Once you were calmed down, a laugh left your mouth. You let your lips find his and he smiled.

“Five minutes.” he whispered.

“Saints.” you giggled, wiping away some sweat of his forehead. He just stared.

“Hide the compass.” he mumbled.

“I will.” you nodded, meeting his eyes. “But I will carry it. Always.”

The smile he gave you, was one you wouldn’t forget fast.

“I have to go.” he sighed. “To meet my spy again.”

You hummed. 

“I heard she is just as good looking as that guy- that privateer. Sturmhond.”

You chuckled, kissing his chest.

“I’m not sure you’re flattering me or yourself right now.”

Nikolai let go of her, standing up to dress himself swiftly.

“A bit of both.” he said, buttoning up his blouse as you stared at him. 

He smirked smugly, bowing down to give you another kiss. His fingers going over the compass before he stood up.

“I’ll see you soon.” he whispered, leaving one last kiss on your forehead before he straightened himself and made his way to your door.

“Remember to tie your shoelaces when you go out. I don’t want you to end up falling for someone else.” he said, a twinkle in his eyes before he opened it and disappeared right after.

Nikolai was a flirt, a charmer. He could get anyone he wanted. He was the King of Ravka after all. You had been in luck, you realised. And as you softly kissed the compass, you know that luck hadn’t run out just yet.

Does it really matter? - [F.W]

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Fred Weasley/(Y/N) Side-pairing(s): None. Summary: (Y/N) is a lonely Slytherin, who really doesn’t feel at home in her own house. Fred and George try to make it better for her, but after a while Fred comes to an unfortunate realisation.   Extra: I haven’t made a one shot in a long time and I probably made some mistakes along the way. But enjoy it if you like it and otherwise you can just scroll on. I tried to capture the feeling of not knowing how to cope in a House you don’t really belong in and kind of made an example out of myself. Since my house is Slytherin, while others think I may not be belong. Don’t take it too seriously though, I was just typing around. :-)

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Ever since you started at Hogwarts and got sorted into Slytherin, you knew life was gonna be a little hell. You tried to change fate, but it didn't work. You still got into the house you really didn’t want to be in. The thing was, you didn't belong there at all. You were silent, a bit insecure and also not really good with people. And okay, you did love to be alone, but on the other hand.. not like this. It became clear that you weren't able to make friends within a week. Everybody seemed to have found their group. But little old (Y/N), was a lonely girl in a green mess of people. Your dream always had been to be sorted into Gryffindor. Maybe it wasn't the right house for you either, but you felt like you'd be safe there. Far away from your insecurities. You quickly learned about the new twins that were sorted into the Lions den. The teachers always seemed to talk about the messes they made and the jokes they pulled. After a week or two you began to focus on them. They really were funny. They really were the people you wanted to hang out with. But it seemed to be impossible to get to know them. They were always hanging out with Lee and some other people from their year. They were way too popular for you, that was for sure. You tried to get their attention. You really tried. But it quickly became awkward when they didn't seem to react.

A few weeks went by and you were still the lonely girl in the school. Everybody seemed to have find somebody by now. You felt so alone in this big, old castle. You felt like dropping out, but you remembered how sad your father would be if you did that. He wasn't pleased with the fact you were in Slytherin already. You knew he would go mad if he found out about how you dropped out of school. You walked into the library and found a table of your own in the corner. You opened a random book, not really playing attention which one it was. You weren't planning on studying anyway. You came here to overthink your thoughts. A smile came upon yourself face when you saw Fred entering the library. You recognised him way too quickly and you realised maybe you watched the twins too many times. It wasn't even that you were in love or anything. You just wanted to be happy again. And watching them pranking everybody and having that big smile on their face, just did that.

Fred clearly was searching for something and when his eyes locked yours, you quickly looked away. It didn't have to be awkward again. You were on the verge of crying anyway. But when you looked up, Fred was standing right in front of you. "Hey there." he said, with a cheeky smile. "Oh, hey." you said softly. Why the bloody hell were you so nervous? "Can I sit here?" he asked, biting his lip. Was he afraid to get rejected? He looked almost.. nervous too. "Yeah ofcourse." you shrugged. "Why not." He smiled and sat down. "I don't know why you would want to though." you whispered. "What do you mean?" he asked, grabbing a book from a shelf behind him. He clearly wasn't planning on reading it either. "Well, I am a Slytherin. You are a Gryffindor.." you said, gesturing at his robe. "Does it really matter?" he said. "See, I tried to ignore you at first. I really did. But I've seen you looking at us. George too by the way." You cheeks slowly turned red. "I'm sorry." you sighed. "It's just.." You tried to find the words, but all that seem to want to come out were tears. Luckily you were able to hold them in.  "This is gonna sound weird, I know. But I feel like you don't have any friends here. And I tried to ignore it, but you seem so unhappy." Fred bit his lip again, trying to find more words. "I never wanted to get sorted into Slytherin. I am not like them at all." "From the inside you must be.." Fred answered. "Maybe." you shrugged. "But I don't fit in. And I just felt like I would be okay with you guys. I admit I took it too far. You must think I'm a stalker." Freds smile widened. "I love my fans." he laughed. "Don't worry, (Y/N)." he then said, making sure he was serious again. "People are gonna look at you though.." he then said, looking around the room. But there was a cheeky smile appearing on his face.  "Why?" you asked, not understanding his words. "If you hang out with us." he grinned You look at him for a little while. Then a smile brightened your face. "Yeah, I know. But atleast I will have fun." you smiled.

From that moment on you and the twins became inseperable. Ofcourse you were looked at, laughed at.. shouted at even. Why in hell was a Slytherin hanging out with a bunch of Gryffindor kids. But over the years people didn't seem to care anymore. You were the outcast anyway.  And when they did, when they hurted you, Fred and George just got back at them. From that day on, school was okay again. It wasn't all happy and joyful, but you were able to enjoy it just a little more.

When your fifth year started, something changed. Fred and George were nowhere to be seen and when you saw them, George had just a sad smile on his face. You didn't understand why they ignored you. You missed laughing your ass off with George and the cuddles with Fred when you felt bad. You even became to develop a little crush on Fred. Now that you were older, you came to the realisation that you actually liked him more than just a friend. But that dream seemed to be broken now. It all felt like a sad flashback now. And you really wanted to go back.

A week into the new year, you decided to just go George. You took matter into your own hands. You hated this so much. You finally had found your friends and now they were gone again. Or so it seemed like. You waited in front of the Gryffindor common room, so that you couldn't miss George when he came out. Some people, mostly first years, looked at you with curiousness in their eyes. But you ignored them, not in the mood to even ask for George. You would just wait and see what would happen. When George finally came out of the room, you quickly stood up and stopped him from walking away. "Can I talk to you? Alone?" you asked. "Yeah.." George said, after looking at you for a few seconds. "Yeah alright." You followed him to Quidditch fields. Since there were no games or practices, nobody was there. You sat down on the field and just looked at him. You quickly bit your lip, trying not to cry. Because it finally came out. The pain you experienced in that week. You had so many flashbacks to your first year. The happy and the sad moments all at once. "Hey, I'm sorry." George quickly said, before putting his hand on your arm. He clearly saw what was happening. "Why are you guys ignoring me?" you whispered. George sighed. "Fred asked me to." he answered, after a while. You shook your head, not really understanding what he was saying. "Fred asked you to ignore me?" you asked confused. "I can't tell you why. He has to tell you himself, okay. But I never wanted to stop talking to you. You're literally our best friend." He grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry. I really am. I saw you in our classes and walking around all on your own. I felt like shit, you understand that right?" "You shouldn't have listened to your dumb brother." you laughed softly, wiping away your tears. "No, I know." George laughed. "I just sometimes you wish you were just sorted into our home. It would make things so much easier." he then said, clearly thinking about something. "Does it really matter?" you said, before realising that's exactly what Fred said the day you met. "It's something about legacies, about our parents. About.. well, I don't know." George murmured. You layed down on George his lap and looked up to the sky. "Can I tell you something?" you said, not looking at him on purpose. "Always, (Y/N).." he said. "We are like best friends, right. Nothing more, right?" you said nervously. "I wish, dear. You are an amazing girl, but no. I have my heart set on another person right now." he said after a few seconds. You quickly looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, tell me more!" you said surprised. "Not right now, you needed to tell me something remember." he laughed. "Yeah, yeah okay." you laughed softly. You missed this so much. George really was your best friend. "What if I told you... that I.. I kinda like your brother." you stuttered. "And I hate that he's ignoring me and you won't tell me why and.. what if he hates me. Does he hate me, George?" You blurted that out within seconds, making George laugh a little bit. "He doesn't hate you." he started, looking at you as you sat right up on the grass again. "That's atleast one good thing." you sighed. "Do you hate me now, though?" "Because you like my dumb brother. Why would I?" he laughed. "It's your choice you go for the ugly brother." "George!" you slapped him on his shoulder which made him fall down on the grass. A big smile came upon his face. When he sat back up, his face shifted to the side of the field. "But uh, maybe you can tell him yourself." George smiled and nodded behind you. Fred was standing at the edge of the field. He looked lost and you didn't know how that made you feel. "Don't leave me." you said, making a frowny face at him. But he already stood up and winked at you, before he walked away.

You sighed and stood up too. Fred was already on his way. He seemed to say something to George, but you couldn't hear what he said. Your heart was beating too hard. When you were finally close enough, you nodded at him. "Hey." you said slowly. "Hey (Y/N)." he said. "I don't know what just happened, but you're glowing." he said slowly, looking at your face like it was no big deal. "Yeah, I don't know either." you lied. "I just asked him why you were ignoring me." You felt power in that moment. It felt good. Especially when he looked ashamed. He then grabbed your hand and walked a little without saying anything.

"Have you ever heard about a Slytherin falling in love with a Gryffindor, (Y/N)?" he asked after a while. "Or the other way around for that matter." You shrugged. "I don't know. I've seen people from other houses fall in love. I don’t think it’s a big deal.." Fred nodded. "I guess I was afraid." he then said, not even trying to stay on topic. He looked at you, but you wanted him to talk. He did this, he needed to clear this up. You would tell your secret later. "I don't know what my parents would think about you.." "Why would they think anything about me? Besides, I heard your parents are the sweetest people and I'm kinda hurt I haven't even met them." "My family has been in Gryffindor for many years." he said slowly. "You said it didn't matter, Fred. Make up your mind!" The pain and the anger got to you. He wasn't being clear and if he wanted to be friends, he needed to stop thinking about the fact that you were in another house. "That's why I came searching for you, (Y/N)." Fred said, stopping you in your tracks, turning you towards him. He grabbed your hands again, because you let go of his hand after you got mad. "I was stupid. George told me that too. A hundred times already, actually. And also when he walked away a few seconds ago." A smile slowly came upon your face. Eventhough George ignored you too, he realised he made a mistake and he admitted it too. "I don't care what my parents will think." he murmured to himself. "About what?!" you asked, more urgent this time. "What they will think when they heard I did this." he said, before leaning over and kissing you softly. The sudden realisation took your breath away and you pinched his hand way too hard. "Auch." he laughed, before stepping back. "You.. don't want me to kiss you?" You bit your lip and closed your eyes laughing. "I was surprised, you fool." you laughed. "I- I am not good at these things you know." "I thought you did pretty good." he smiled, pulling you closer again. You looked up, standing on your tippy toes to give him a quick kiss again. "Remember the Yule ball last year, (Y/N). You looked.. so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you so badly." he admitted, his cheeks turning red. "But you were afraid, weren’t you? Thé Fred Weasley was afraid." you smiled. "Well, I'm only human.." he laughed. You sighed and breathed in the smell of his sweater. "(Y/N)?" Fred asked softly. "Yeah." "I'm sorry. I really am." You looked up, taking a little step back to look at him from a good angle. You leaned over and brushed your hand through his short cut hair, to then rest that same hand against his cheek. "It's okay. I understand." you said slowly. "I think I would have done the same if I was in your position." "Would you really?" he laughed. "Well, I don't know actually." you smiled. "But I understand you and that's all that matters."

Fred went in for another kiss when the two of you suddenly heard yelling at the edge of the field. When you looked up you saw George again, and behind him a big part of the Gryffindor house. Even Luna Lovegood, who you sometimes hang out with, came running onto the field. "Fuck." you blurted in surprise, surprising Fred the most. "Did you really tell all of them?" "I told Hermione and Ginny.." he said, after some thought. "I needed advice.." "And the rest?" you laughed, hiding your face in his chest. "I guess George wanted to have a laugh." Fred laughed, shaking his whole body in the process. "But I don't care. They can see this. I don't really care anymore. In the end.. a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together, it-" "Doesn't really matter." you finished his sentence, remembering his words again. With a sigh from relief and his hand in yours, you walked to the group.

In the end you didn't even had to tell him your secret. Your secret, which was not such a secret anymore, was safe with him and your friends. And even if someone had something to say about you, you always had him by your side. All the bad thoughts didn't even matter anymore. You were happy now. Back at the place you felt most safe. Back in the arms of your best friend. And no one was able to destroy that anymore.

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