#nikolai lantsov drabble

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Kisses

Nikolai crosses his legs on the bed and you crawl into his lap.

With your arms around each other, you press kiss after kiss to the underside of his jaw; tracing a line to his neck.

Nikolai loves when you're affectionate like this. They were moments of quiet, content vulnerability.

He giggles and squirms away when you reach that spot but settles back quick enough.

You keep pressing kisses onto his skin

[justanoasisimagines]

Behind Closed Doors

Summary; Nikolai gets hurt defending your honour, in private the two of you reveal a secret your hiding from the rest of the crew. Pairing; Nikolai Lantsov x Female Reader WordCount; 487 Warnings; Mentions of an injury. A/N; Requests are open! Request guidlines at pinned on the top of the page! Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

You dapped the salve onto Nikolai's shoulder, the wound deep, the blade had gone straight through the flesh hitting the bone. A mumbled apology, a reaction to Nikolai's wince. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. That beast of a man should" A roll of your eyes, focusing on patching up the wound the best you could. "You will pick opponents bigger than you. Why did you get into a fight with him anyway?" Truthfully, Nikolai intervened after he caught the man, gawping at you. Jealously surged through his veins Nikolai doesn't quite remember when he got up and punched the man. Nikolai thought he was above the primal urge to protect and defend what was his. He'd never felt it before until you entered his life. 'I didn't enjoy his staring. If his eyes had been hands, they would have touched every inch of you." Nikolai mumbled under his breath. You were close enough to hear every word. "So you were jealous?" You questioned as you covered the wound with a fresh crisp bandage. "Don't laugh. He was drooling at the sight of you" You tried to hide your laughter, attempted to stop your shoulders from shaking. It was a poor and miserable attempt. "Nikolai we've been betrothed since we were children. Married for almost four years. I've got eyes for you and only you" Nikolai rose from his seat, rotating his shoulder to determine how much usage he had. It wasn't a lot. "It's just hard not to proclaim you as my wife in front of the rest of the crew" Arms circled your waist, pulling you chest to chest, waist to waist, nose to nose. You couldn't possibly get any closer if you attempted to. "The crew already know we're together. Would it be so wrong for the crew to know-" "I trust the crew beyond a shadow of a doubt but we cannot risk everyone finding out who we are. If we want to continue to fight, this is the only way" "We both must remember why we're doing this. The safety of Ravka is pivotal. It bothers me we have to keep lying to our crew" "Then don't lie angel, when you don't have to. Continue to be the shining light to guide us through those bleak days. Be the spirit of the crew. Lead by example as you always have done and when we're alone strip away the hidden secrets. Let us be us." A tender kiss was placed upon your lips trying to convey reassurance. "Should we hide from the crew how wonderfully kind and smooth you are too?" You teased, Nikolai buried his head into your neck laughing. "Perhaps I need to maintain my fair yet firm reputation. This side of me is reserved for you and only you." Nikolai would never admit how fit he was to be a Captain. You would always be there to remind him…

[smol-stardust]

Missing You at the Masquerade

There’s a masquerade ball at the Ravkan Palace but Nikolai just wants to see his darling. (Mal x Nikolai fluff) ao3 version here

The night was alive with whispers and excitement as the Ravkan Palace hosted a masquerade ball. The event was the talk of the kingdom, and nobles and dignitaries from all across the country had gathered to partake in the grand festivities. Among them was Nikolai Lantsov, the young and charming king of Ravka, known for his love of adventure and knack for handling diplomatic affairs. The ball was vibrant, and an air of pleasantries surrounded the shiny and elegant ballroom. People danced and swayed. Laughter and chatter lingered throughout the room as people danced. The excitement and prospect of dancing with a charming masked stranger enthralled everyone. 

Standing in the corner, Nikolai observed the scene before him with a longing ache. His face was covered with a sleek blue masquerade mask, concealing the sorrow he felt from watching everyone dance. His heart lay with one person only. Mal, now a fearless sailor, had been at sea for months. His absence. Their love story had blossomed amid the chaos of battles and the calm of shared laughter, but Mal's absence had left Nikolai pining for his return.

“May I have this dance?” A delicate, soft voice asked Nikolai. He observed the girl in the blue ball gown and purple mask before shaking his head politely.

“I shall have to refuse, dear lady, but I will not be participating in this next dance,” he informed her politely, adding some regret to his voice. Which he supposed wasn’t precisely a lie since he regretted that it was not his beloved asking him to this dance. The girl pouted and left, seemingly dejected. As the evening continued, Nikolai turned down various dance partners, not wanting to dance with anyone other than his beloved. He observed the scene with a pang, deciding to stroll within the palace.

As the masquerade ball reached its crescendo, Mal sneaked into the palace unnoticed, slipping through shadows and blending into the sea of guests adorned in vibrant masks and elaborate costumes. With each step, the adrenaline coursed through Mal's veins, knowing he would soon be reunited with the man he loved. He carefully selected a fitting black masquerade mask to blend in with the crowd and further surprise his love. Finally, Mal spotted Nikolai amidst the group of elegantly dressed individuals. Nikolai was effortlessly charming the crowd as he attempted to evade the many guests, his eyes occasionally drifting to the balcony where he wished, more than anything, for Mal to appear.

As soon as Nikolai had entered the quiet hallway, Mal made his move. Approaching Nikolai from behind, he gently placed a gloved hand over his eyes. “Guess who?” He whispered tenderly with affection. 

Nikolai's heart skipped a beat, recognising that voice instantly. "Mal," he breathed, removing the hand from his eyes and turning to see his lover standing there, real and alive. The sight of Mal standing before him filled Nikolai with an overwhelming mix of emotions—relief, joy, and love.

"My king," Mal said softly, dropping to one knee in a half-serious, half-teasing manner, "I've returned from my travels across the seas to be with you."

Nikolai's eyes shimmered with tears, and he embraced Mal tightly. "I've missed you so much," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Their tender moment was interrupted by the distant sound of music, calling everyone to the dance floor. However, Mal had a different plan in mind. He led Nikolai away from the crowd and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the palace gardens. Under the soft glow of the moon and the twinkling stars, Mal finally removed the elegant black masquerade mask, revealing their face to Nikolai. "It's been too long," Mal said, cupping Nikolai's face lovingly.

"I can't believe you're here," Nikolai replied, his heart still racing with disbelief and happiness. "And I can't believe you've managed to sneak into the palace like this," Nikolai chuckled, his eyes gleaming with admiration for his daring lover.

“And look at you, all dressed up for me,” Nikolai cooed as he admired Mal’s sleek masquerade attire.

"I'd cross oceans to be with you and do anything for you to smile, my king," Mal said, a playful glint in his eyes, yet his words were sincere and truthful. A smooth alluring promise both knew was true. 

They stood together in silence for a moment, soaking in the beauty of the night and the joy of being reunited. A few moments later, Mal tenderly extended a hand towards Nikolai, an invitation to dance under the stars.

"May I have this dance, Your Majesty?" Mal asked, a gentle twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly.

Nikolai took Mal's hand with a smile that could light up the night sky. "You may, my love."

They swayed to the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With each step, they rediscovered the joy of being in each other's arms, cherishing the stolen moments amidst the grandeur of the masquerade ball.

Mal’s eyes lightened up, giving Nikoai that rare genuine smile he reserves for moments like these. Nikolai’s heart fluttered as his sleek gloved fingers caressed Mal’s cheek gently before finding their way to his hips, pulling him closer as the other hand remained in Mal’s gentle but calloused hand. Mal hums as he guides Nikolai along the balcony, their gaze on each other never faltering. As they danced under the stars, Mal and Nikolai knew that the night belonged to them and that their love could withstand any distance or challenges life threw their way. In each other's embrace, they found solace and strength, knowing that they would always be together, no matter the tides of fate. Amid the masquerade ball at the Ravkan Palace, Mal and Nikolai rekindled their love under the watchful gaze of the stars, promising each other a lifetime of adventures and passion, come what may.

[somuchforahobby]

somuchforahobby masterlist

Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by, hereby you’ll find my work divided by characters. You must know I always write female reader but there are none (i think!) body descriptions nor sex descriptive scenes. I am also not comfortable writing smut yet so this is mostly fluff, comfort & angst.

Requests are open btw (though they might take a while!)

Hope you enjoy! :) updated on June 20, 2025

Obi-wan Kenobi

interrupted, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9

I don’t have to guess

que lo malo sea bueno e lo impuro bendecío

I volunteer (drabble)

absolute-kriffing-diva (drabble-request)

something of mine

Nikolai Lantsov

how many secrets can you keep?

whiskey on ice, sunset and vine

International relations

James Bucky Barnes

Misunderstanding, part 2

coping mechanisms

Loki

you´d make me fall from heaven

Doctor Strange

A real life doctor: - wise hands - bargain - scorpio sun

Cure your disease

Aaron Hotchner

invisible string

what didn't stay in vegas

playing dangerous (not on tumblr yet)

Spencer Reid

do you still think love is a laserquest?

[littlest-w01f]

MAIN MASTERLIST

Hello, people of Tumblr, welcome to my home, please be nice during your visit. Constructive criticism is welcome, and so is cash/credit <3 Thank you for spending your time on my page :) Feel free to request moodboards of your favs

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

main series links

Flames and Darkness - OC x Eris Vanserra

Blooming Flowers - OC x Rhysand

Meeting in Grey - OC x Nyx

Made To Be Mine - Feysand

THE EMPYREAN MASTERLIST

Main series links

Shining Light - OC x Xaden Riorson

GRISHAVERSE MASTERLIST (coming soon)

Main series links

Xinqic - OC x Nikolai Lantsov

Wicked Dark - OC x Kaz Brekker

MY LADY JANE MASTERLIST (coming soon)

Main series links

N/A

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST

Main series links

N/A

MISCELLANEOUS

Kinktober 2024

Moodboards

Drabbles/Headcanons

Birthday Celebration

REQUESTS OPEN

[corpsebasil]

New Masterist because the Old One was getting long

Nikolai Lantsov

- knight Nikolai au, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

knight nikolai with knight reader, the tent scene

- knight Nikolai requests: 1, 2, 3, 4

—— knight Nikolai rapunzel fic , part two

- knight Nikolai aesthetics because I’m sorry I’m obsessed with this message

- knight Nikolai captive au

- Knight Nikolai playlist for you

Firefighter Nikolai Series: part 1, part two

Knight Nikolai and Dragon Rider

Reader request -> Marriage Tour Fluff

Vasily’s wife

The Last Stand-> tragic past Grisha au

Modern Prince Nikolai Masterlist

Hunger Games x Nikolai Au List

Ethan Landry

- the summer I loved you series

Scream 7

- Stu’s kids hc’s

- Ansel Drabble—> when you get hurt

[stray-kaz]

Monkey in the Air : a Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader drabble

Summary: Nikolai’s children are just like him.

A/N: This came about due to a conversation @writingmysanity​ and I had last night. Sorry, we are suckers for babies. This was supposed to be a blurb.

You leaned against the side of the airship, another in the long and distinguished line of Volkvolny craft. Nikolai stood at the ship’s wheel, giving patient instructions to your eight year old son on how to command and steer a ship. Mikhail listened attentively, his curly head leaning against his father’s arm, his expression serious.

Your daughter, fiend that she was, danced and skipped around them, pulling faces. The second she gained her father’s attention, she dove into a forward somersault and came up on her feet, grinning. Nikolai shook his head at her, but he was grinning, too, and he reached out to ruffle her hair, flopping a blonde mess into her eyes, as blue as his were.

“Was that good? Was that good?” she chimed, hopping from foot to foot in front of him.

“Yes, Tania” he assured her warmly. “It was very good. Go show your mama.”

Tania sprinted across the ship to reach you, rocketing into your arms, face buried in your skirt.

“Mama, Mama, watch!” she squealed, and didn’t hesitate to launch into another forward roll, her head tucking below her shoulders in perfect form.

You clapped, smiling wryly.

“Beautiful, little sobachka” you told her. “Who taught you that?”

“Nobody! I teach myself!” she hollered over her shoulder as she raced back to her father and brother.

You shook your head and folded your arms over your chest, heart warming behind your ribs. A happy family was all you had ever wanted and it was right here, now, in front of your eyes.

Nikolai looked over at you, sun shining softly on your face, your chin tipped up towards it and eyes half closed. His chest loosened a little at the sight. Being king was never simple, but you stood with him always, your hand in his, and shouldered some of the burden for him.

And then he saw your eyes flash open and your mouth round on a shout.

“Nikolai!” you yelled at him, already moving. “Tania!”

He whirled around, eyes searching. What was that girl doing now? He felt a sharp tug on his sleeve and glanced down to see Mikhail pointing, his blue eyes wide. Nikolai followed his gaze to find the small form of his five year old daughter scampering about in the Volkvolny’s rigging.

“Saints” he muttered under his breath, already climbing.

He felt your burning gaze on his back as he ascended, a mother’s fear pouring off you in waves he could almost feel.

“Tania Marie Lantsov!” he called up to the little girl. “Just what in Saints’ name do you think you’re doing?”

She paused to peer down at him, her little elfin face a pale triangle so high up.

“Come here, you little monkey!”

He glimpsed her mouth widen into a grin and knew without a doubt he had said the wrong thing.

“Okay, Daddy!”

His heart sank to the pit of his stomach as she jumped, leaping out of the rigging and starting to fall. He heard your scream tear at the fabric of the sky and wished for the first time in years that he could still fly.

Nikolai watched his baby plummet, and timed himself to the last possible second, before he made his leap, reaching out to snag her from the air with one arm, the other wrenching slightly as he slammed back into the rigging, one giggling child grasped tightly against his chest.

His heart hammered fit to give out as he climbed slowly back down to the deck, Tania clinging around his neck and beaming. You rushed to take her, simultaneously scolding and kissing her face before she escaped and ran off to be with her brother.

You stood close to Nikolai, saw the still frantic rise and fall of his chest, his ocean eyes wild. You stretched up on tiptoes and hugged him hard, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered your thanks. He embraced you back and felt you relax into him, your chest and stomach pressing his. Suddenly, he pulled back and stared at you, eyes widening. You smiled shyly as he lowered a hand to your belly, tightening the material over it and following the smooth, easy curve. 

“My love, is there something you need to tell me?” he murmured.

“You’ve been away a while, husband” you replied. “There was no way to tell you.”

Nikolai sighed and pulled you in close again, propping his chin on top of your head. You smiled against his collarbone, closing your eyes in comfort.

Nikolai gazed up to the sky his daughter was just freefalling through.

“Again?”

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

I know I haven’t posted any fics in a while cuz the writers block has been blocking but I want to write some blurbs to try and work through it so

Please send me blurb/drabble requests for any of the following characters:

JJ Maybank- Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron- Outer Banks

Kiara Carrera- Outer Banks

Chris Alonso- Swat

Jay Halstead- Chicago PD

Ace Hardy- Nancy Drew

Toni Shalifoe- The Wilds

Anthony Bridgerton- Bridgerton

Jackson Avery- Greys Anatomy

Nicholas Scratch- The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Nikolai Lantsov- Shadow & Bone (show version)

Guy Thwarte- The Buccaneers

Laka Hanohano- Rescue Hi Surf

(I’ll consider other characters if I like the request)

You can send me any idea or prompt (no smut pls) but here’s some lists if you want to take a peek:

Angsty Prompts

Hurt/comfort Prompts

Rival Prompts

Injury Prompts

Blushing Prompts

Late Night Call Prompts

Smiling Prompts

Misc Drabble Prompts

[apple---cider---vinegar]

Scars

"Nikolai?"

"Yes?"

"I love that scar by your mouth.." it was a small silver line by his mouth.

"I don't have scars on my face"

"You do"

"Okay"

To his surprise, he finds, while shaving, a little white line by his mouth.

How had you even noticed it?

[dreamtheatre]

What I Write

Doctor Who (9-15th Doctors and their companions, the Master) Star Wars (The Acolyte -> Prequels -> Clone Wars -> The Bad Batch) EPIC: The Musical (Odysseus, Telemachus, Hermes) Harry Potter (The Marauders Era, Tom Riddle, Golden Trio) The Hunger Games (Finnick Odair and Coriolanus Snow) Bridgerton (The Bridgerton Brothers - Anthony, Benedict and Colin) Shadow and Bone (The Darkling, Nikolai Lantsov, The Crows)

What I Write: Fluff, Angst, Drabbles, Headcannons, Fics, Oneshots, Series (Maybe?)... and more! Mostly x F!Reader, but can be GN! as well.

What I Don't Write: Smut (Sorry, I just don't feel comfortable writing this sort of text). Homophobia, Transphobia, or Racism Really Dark Stuff (non con, dub con, stalker, kidnapping... etc. unless i think that the level of the stuff is acceptable)

If you request, please accept my boundaries with respect. I appreciate every person that takes time to read things that I write, and I'll do my best to write good pieces! Thanks!!

dreamtheatre xx

[searchingroleplays]

hi everyone! 💞 im 28f looking for 21+ long term rp partners to write with! im DYING for fantasy plots but also for some historical plots set in ancient rome/renaissance/medieval era etc and maybe greek mythos and you’ll see why from my list of fandoms! im mainly looking for cc x cc pairings (i will be writing my female character) since i have crossover brainrot at the moment, and i really want to do long term writing where my character really bonds with yours and develops a strong relationship with each other. There will be banter, flirting and will lead to smut though I’d like for our characters to bond first before moving to that stage.

I primarily write mxf pairings and am happy to double but would like my main focus on my female character’s development first (happy to double immediately if it works with the main plot - we can discuss). I’m open to OCs too so long as they are set in fantasy or any of the historical eras/greek mythos I’ve mentioned.

I would like a literate/semi-literate roleplayer, I’m very descriptive but I’m not too fussed about length but I typically range 300-600 words. I can send you my writing/drabble samples if you want. I like to talk OOC if that's not your thing that’s fine but I definitely get dopamine kicks if we share lore, playlists, pinterest boards or at least have passionate discussions about our characters! 

I’m familiar with many fandoms, just to name a few canon characters I would LOVE to have interact with my characters (bolded is high priority)

Fantasy:

Game of Thrones: Oberyn Martell, Robb Stark

House of the Dragon: Aemond Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, Criston Cole, Jacaerys Targaryen

ACOTAR/TOG/CC: Lucien Vanserra, Azriel, Eris Vanserra, Tarquin, Tamlin

The Witcher: Geralt

Grishaverse: Nikolai Lantsov, The Darkling

Historical:

Bridgerton: Phillip Crane, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Michael Stirling

Ghost of Tsushima: Jin Sakai

Assassins Creed: Ezio Auditore, Arno Dorian, Cesare Borgia

If you’re interested give this plot a like and I’ll reach out! If you don’t write any of the above but can see similarities with the character you write with any of the above (regardless of canon or OC) give this a like anyway and I’ll reach out!

.

[happyhauntt]

okay my brain is slipping back into that really fun Sad Place and the chronic pain is flaring up a lil again so i'm sure how much actual writing i'll get done in the next week or so but here's a wee list of upcoming fics:

new spencer reid x medical examiner!reader fic

eddie diaz request

'gold rush' drabble of anya & zoya

part 2 to 'la vie en rose' (sirius black x reader)

nikolai lantsov x woods witch!reader

kaz brekker x reader

new ouat series about regina & my oc joy!

if you've got anything else you'd like to see, send a request in! this is the list of characters i'll write for. i've got a few requests sitting at the moment until i get inspiration for them (they're in my drafts, i promise i got them!) but i'll probably be closing requests in a day or two to catch up so get them in while you can!!

also someone convince my brain and body to stop fighting me it's mean

[1u11ablues]

↛𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭↚

Everything I've ever posted on here. (Including queues)

(All Reader-Insert unless specified)

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 '𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝' 𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢

All I Have of You [Two-shot] Part 1 // Part 2

Sleepy Appreciation [Ficlet]

Pesky Bunny [18+] [One-shot]

“we’re not even together and this feels like a fucking break up.” [Ficlet-Prompt]

“good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ” [Ficlet-Prompt] (CEO Simon 'Ghost' Riley)

0 Days Since [Two-Shot] Part 1//Part 2

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 '𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚙' 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚃𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚑

A multipurpose hug [Ficlet-Prompt]

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎

“Wash your hands, then hug me.” [Ficlet-Prompt]

50: “I could never get sick of you.” [Double Drabble-Prompt]

“Who were you with?” [Double Drabble-Prompt]

𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜

Repentance [18+][One-shot]

𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦

𝙽𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚟

You Made it Easy[One-shot]

My Little Inferni[18+][Longfic-AO3](Nikolai Lantsov x OC)

𝙺𝚊𝚣 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚔𝚎𝚛

Pudding [18+] [Three-shot]Part 1//Part 2//Part 3

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚔𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚘𝚟𝚊

“I don’t need you sneaking into my room when you’re sad.” (The Darkling x reader) [Tripple Drabble-Prompt]

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭

𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Think With Your Heart, Fell With Your Brain [18+][Longfic-AO3](Stucky x OC)

𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?” [18+] [Ficlet-Prompt]

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

“Time and time again, I’ve told you not to do this to me. I can only worry so much.” (Steve Rogers x reader) [Double Drabble-Prompt]

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺

𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚝

Unrequited [Ficlet-prompt]

𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗

Horror Game Night [Ficlet-prompt]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚎

Listening ear [Drabble-prompt]

𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡

‘ One more word and I'll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’ [Ficlet-prompt]

𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘶𝘳'𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘵𝘦

𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚎

Post-confession [Drabble-prompt]

𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗

Heatwave [Ficlet]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘥

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗

“don’t think about that.” [Drabble-prompt]

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘔𝘺 𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜

“Who did this?” [Drabble-prompt]

[luvrsinn]

꒰ guidelines

# character list

marauders era ;;; james potter sirius black remus lupin regulus black stranger things ;;; steve harrington nancy wheeler robin buckley grishaverse ;;; nikolai lantsov zoya nazyalensky inej ghafa bloodhounds ;;; hong woo-jin

# requests

open to write fluff, angst, hurt/comfort willing to write headcanons / drabbles / au's !!

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ ⌂ home back to nav

[corpsebasil]

Quick quick snippet of The Selection AU I’m working on with Nikolai.

BASIS: you’re the princess. We’ve all read the Selection I think so you know where this is going. Nikolai is a high ranked individual chosen for The Selection and he’s doing his best to win your heart, not the crown.

Let me know if you want me to continue. DRABBLE TIME.

When he approaches, your only reaction is to simply stare the man down.

Nikolai Lantsov. A Two, you think. Maybe a Three? Who cares. He’s just another pompous boy trying to seduce you into giving him a crown of jewels.

WHAT HE DOES SURPRISES YOU.

“Your Highness,” he greets you, bowing almost reverently as he stands before your gilded chair. You’re on the dais at the head of the party; someone’s birthday, you think—at least that’s the excuse the advisors gave you. Any excuse for a party is good enough for them. “would you do me the honor?”

When he offers you his hand you raise an eyebrow. No other man has been bold enough to ask you to dance tonight—not one. Truthfully you’re happy to relax on your throne while you watch the members of The Selection mingle with other guests, so why is this one brave enough to approach?

“Your name, sir?” You ask, even though you know perfectly well who he is. He knows it too; his grin says enough when he rises to his full height, the picture of confidence and grace.

If you didn’t know he wasn’t royalty you honestly would’ve thought he was.

“Nikolai.” He says, dipping his head again a fraction. “And you’d make my night if you’d dance with me.”

“What do I get in return?”

“I promise not to step on your feet too many times, my lady.”

At that, you laugh.

Honestly, that’s the first good laugh you’ve had in weeks. The stress of choosing a husband in such short of a time is overwhelming and, unbeknownst to Nikolai, you’re grateful for some banter.

“You cant dance?” You ask, a tiny smile on your face. He grins.

“If you count flailing like a fish as dancing, then absolutely Your Highness.”

You giggle. You can’t help it. And your ladies that surround you on the dais all look at you in surprise; you’ve barely entertained a single one of these men and it’s been several weeks. Who is this handsome blond with two left feet and a cocky grin?

“Alright.” You consent, rising from your seat. “But just know there’s corporal punishment for anyone that steps on my toes.”

“I would go to the whipping post with a smile on my face.”

Dear lord.

When you dance with him that night you realize he’s a liar. A hugggggge liar. He’s such a good partner that you don’t dance with a single other man that night—a sight completely obvious to every other member of The Selection.

While you two spin round after round the others watch with both jealously and mortification; why hadn’t they grown the balls to ask you to dance? By the time he’s convinced you yo dance for the fourth time in a row you’re laughing loudly, head tipped back as he twirls you at ridiculous speeds.

After a while you take a break, your pinkie hooked around his as you lead him towards the dais. A servant gives the both of you wine as you sit, him on the steps of it, you on your chair.

A future queen and her inferior, if you will, and he’s perfectly happy to stay at your feet.

“Tell me one thing about you I should worry about.” You say to him, a serene smile on your face as you watch him take a sip of wine. He’s got the best seat in the house right now on top of the dais and the other men are clearly annoyed about that. “Tell me something unforgivable.”

“I don’t know about unforgivable,” he starts, swirling the wine in his glass in a contemplative circle. “but I have faults.”

“Everyone has faults.”

“Yes, but I’m fully aware of mine.”

You watch him curiously, peering over the edge of your glass.

“What would they be?”

He ponders this for a moment and you can tell he’s actually considering your question. This isn’t rehearsed; he wants you to know the truth.

“I can be cocky.” He admits, tilting his head at you. “And loud. But I’m a fun person and I love making people happy.” He squints before adding, “I’m also selfish at times, but isn’t everyone?”

“You’re certainly bold.”

“You like bold.”

At that your grin is wide.

“Yes I do.”

WELLLL

[stray-kaz]

Daddy and The Fox : a Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader drabble

Summary: Nikolai’s ten year old daughter Sasha adopts a Fjerdan snow fox. (Please pretend the divider fox is white).

Faint footsteps growing steadily louder, a delighted echo. Daddy, look what I found!

Inside the war room, Nikolai cocked his head to the door, listening and not to the matter before him. Reclining next to him, your head on his shoulder, you, too, heard it, and glanced at the door and then up at him. He winked at you, the heavy hand on your thigh squeezing gently.

“Don’t worry, my love” he murmured. “It’s probably another hothouse rose she’s discovered.”

You closed your eyes and snuggled closer to him, ignoring his soft chuckle as you grabbed his hand and moved it to rest on your head. He stroked your hair, returning his attention to the ledgers and maps scattered on the table in front of him.

Then the door crashed open and your eyes opened wide, your feet hit the floor and you sat up straight, swivelling on your chair to see your daughter barrel into the room and right up to her father, something white and wriggling caught in her arms.

“That’s not a hothouse rose, husband” you said quietly, arching an eyebrow at Nikolai.

He turned to meet Sasha’s blue eyes, wide and pleading. You bit your lip as you almost felt his heart sink. You put your hands on his back and peered over his shoulder at your only child, and the small white snow fox in her embrace.

“Oh, dear, Nikolai” you mumbled in his ear. “What to do, hmm?”

He side eyed you narrowly, his lips set in a firm line, before putting on a smile for Sasha.

“What’s this, pumpkin?” he asked, as he felt you shake with laughter against his back.

“Daddy, this is Snowy and I love him. He’s mine. Can I keep him? Please? Please, please, Daddy?” she pleaded, giving him the full force of his own eyes reflected back at him.

Nikolai swallowed hard, finding himself faced with the impossible: the Lantsov blues paired with an elfin face and your winsome determination. He was doomed right from the start. He had no chance.

“Maybe we should ask your mother...” he suggested, turning to you.

You snorted rather indelicately and held up your hands, shaking your head.

“Oh no, your majesty, this is all on you” you told him, grinning puckishly.

Nikolai scowled at you and swung back around to Sasha, spreading his hands wide in supplication to his ten year old.

“Foxes bite, pumpkin” he tried, eyebrows furrowed together. “I don’t know if it’s wise to keep one in the palace. What if he bites you? Or one of your ladies maids?”

Her face scrunched with determination and her blue eyes flared.

“He won’t, I promise!” she declared. “I’ll train him. He’ll be a good fox, Daddy, I promise.”

“Yeah, Daddy, he’ll be a good fox” you mumbled behind him. “The best in show.”

Nikolai elbowed you gently in the ribs and you rocked backwards, stifling howling giggles. He sighed and gave Sasha a stern look, the sternest he could manage in the face of such wide eyed innocence.

“You train him” he said firmly. “If he bites a single person, he has to go outside.”

Sasha nodded ecstatically and tiptoed up to kiss his cheek, the fox squirming against her chest.

“Oh, thank you, thank you! I love you, Daddy!”

She turned and flew out of the room again, beaming.

“Daddy needs to work on his disciplinary tactics” you murmured, teasing.

Nikolai whipped round so fast you had to blink, and he pointed a finger at you, his sky eyes narrowed.

“I have plenty of workable disciplinary tactics” he growled. “Try this one on for size, sweetheart. You just hung me out to dry, so no sex for a week.”

You tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t. You smiled at Nikolai and reached for his face, holding his cheek gently and running a thumb over his tightly closed lips; they parted slightly, as you had known they would, his eyes darkening.

“Let me know when you give up, my king” you said gently. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

And with that, you stood up and walked out, in search of your daughter and her new pet.

That night, after Nikolai had helped clean up muddy paw prints and ushered Sasha into bed, he climbed in behind you in the four poster he had commissioned specially. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his nose against the back of your neck, breathing in the scent of your hair.

“I give in” he whispered, and brushed his lips across your bare shoulder.

You turned in his arms and pressed your lips to his in a hard, short kiss.

“I knew it.”

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