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Starvation

..𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗: 01

Court Jester!Nikolai x Fem!Royal reader

tags: fluff, hurt, slight silly

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The windows were wide open, leading to a bright room in contrast to the dark night outside—there you were humming a known melody to yourself with hands occupied with the tiaras. The maid behind you ran the hairbrush through your hair strands and untangled the knots for a comfortable night's sleep as per the usual schedule. 

“Miss!!” You called out to the maid excitedly, showing her the tiaras. “Which one do you think is pretty?!” The maid smiled, reflecting your wide, happy smile as she gently patted your head. 

“I would say both would look very beautiful on you, but perhaps you shouldn’t sleep with them. I would hate to see them break while you sleep.” 

“Why would they break?” 

“They are fragile, dear. And we handle fragility very carefully, so one must be careful with it. Are we done for tonight? Let’s settle you to the bed, dear.” She reached out to keep the tiaras back in their place and clean up the vanity table when a prince sneaked in without either of you noticing him, too busy to keep your stuff back. 

Before you could scream, a hand covered your mouth, and you heard the familiar giggles of your older brother behind you. 

“Gotchya!” 

“Hey! Meanie!” You pouted as you swatted him away in lighthearted annoyance. “I almost thought a monster was about to kidnap me and lock me away from the world!” You whined again when you heard him laughing at your remarks. 

“Brother, I'm serious!” 

“Oh, shush! You know I love to mess with you, sweetheart.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair. 

“So, what’s up with the tiaras everywhere? Hm? You know these are family heirlooms, dear.” He asked, slightly curious yet worried as he took one of them from your hands. And set it aside for the maid to keep them away. 

“I just wanted to look pretty tonight! I can’t look plain and ugly when I wanted to tell him about my feelings!” You giggled excitedly, latching onto him as sudden shyness overwhelmed you to giggle continuously. 

“Aw? And what kind of feelings? Hm? Tell me more about it.” He gently got you to let go and guided you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you to sit right beside him. 

“Now, tell me.” Your older brother said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He was so gentle with it, smiling sweetly; however, he did not like the sound of it, judging from your fidgeting and shy behavior, but he wants you to confirm it first. 

“I... I have a crush on him.” 

Okay, he needs to intervene now because ain’t no way he’ll allow some prick to play with your feelings. 

“Hold on, let me grab my finest sword from the collection.” 

“NO!” 

You grabbed his arm before he tried to leave. “Let me have a bit of freedom, you always have a girl on your side, why can’t I?!” You pout, disappointed that you need to have your brother’s approval to even date. 

“Let me live in the world, I want to grow up... Like you. Happy and free.” Your voice faltered as you slowly looked away, in an attempt to hide after a sudden display of vulnerability. 

He rolled his eyes slightly when you called him out and sighed as he gently pried your hands away from his grip. “That is because my dear is still too young to date.” 

“I’m not!” 

He glared at your response, then sighed. He should keep his emotions in check and try to get his point across without hurting your feelings and getting his ass kicked by their father. 

“Not fair!” 

“You are not going.” 

“Try me.” You glared back. 

Glares were exchanged, and the tension immediately settled in the room. His expression softened—you were too stubborn to give in, and he gave out a defeated sigh. “Sure, you can go and confess. Don’t run back to me crying later if he mistreated you.” The warning was evident in his voice, and you retreated from the sudden danger you picked up on his voice. You could tell that warning was not aimed at you, but rather at the one you were going to confess to. 

And you knew your brother would spare no mercy upon him. 

“All right.” Your voice faltered in defeat to his words, your eyes averting down to the hairbrush you held as if it were a most interesting thing, anything to avoid his menacing glare. 

જ⁀➴ 

Stars twinkled like the same when you first met, winking back at the world that was asleep, but you looked back at them, waiting. Gentle rustles of leaves and soft cricketing sounds surrounded you in nature’s gentle melody, trying their best to lull you to sleep which you neglected. 

‘Why isn’t he here yet?’ Your lips lifted to a pout, feeling a bit impatient already when the night was still young. Ah, a misfortune to not speed things up when he shows up right in front of you. 

Your eyelids felt way too heavy to keep them open them further—gentle comforting sounds surrounded you; exhaustion took a toll on you, and there was no one to snap you out. 

And before you could fight back, your consciousness faded and gave in to the body’s demands. 

Soft sunbeams were ushering you to wake up to another day. You grumbled slightly in discomfort and threw your arm over your eyes for more sleep. 

The soft light of the rising sun finally woke you up from your sleep, and you looked around once again, but he still wasn’t there. At first, you were sure Nikolai was busy or got caught when sneaking out, you were sure, so why were you hearing your brother’s voice in your head yet again?! 

“I told you... He won’t come back. Why must you be so stubborn after a clear warning and advice?” 

“Why must you let yourself get hurt when I am trying to protect you?” 

જ⁀➴ 

“Answer me!” 

You flinched once his loud voice snapped you back to the present. At the sudden reminder of what happened three days ago, your eyes teared up again, even after the previous crying session when you almost screamed. 

“Why were you crying so loud early in the morning?!” 

You shook your head in sudden denial of your state while desperately trying to dry your already teary eyes. You called out to him in a trembling voice—almost sobbing out again, begging for comfort, yet you couldn’t spill out the reason for your distress.  

The usual shame you felt when crying was nowhere in you, and you couldn’t care less as the feelings got so heavy to carry that you had to spill them out in tears. 

Inspecting your pathetic display for a moment, your brother sighed, worried for your unhinged case of crying. He kneeled to your height and pulled you to a warm embrace, softly shushing to your ear and patting your back to ease off the hiccups from distressed cries. 

“Now, little one. I do understand that you are upset, but why won't you tell me? You know I can't read your mind to figure out something, so now, why don't you be a good darling and spill it out to your big bro? Hm? I promise you, whatever it is, I will make sure that it will never upset you again. Sounds good, right sweetheart?” 

His words did not seem to comfort you. Of course, it wouldn’t when he’s rushing you to answer his questions! 

The unhinged cries made him helpless at this point, when you wouldn’t give him answers. He sighed and continued to hold you with no answers to such distressed cries of yours, just helplessly holding you and patting your back in an attempt to comfort you. 

જ⁀➴ 

The wait dragged on for days, and slowly you lost touch with your friend, Nikolai. Like he has suddenly vanished from your life. Was it that one night you missed the regular meet-up, or did he move on and start a new chapter in his life? No matter what, the silent universe never responded to your bombarded questions. 

Teenhood stormed quicker as you realized playing didn't seem as fun as before. It felt pointless to run back to the outside world when no one was there for you, nor was the castle fun anymore, as your brother had to attend every meeting or work in the military since he was a future heir. You can tell he had no choice but to listen to the words of your father, who was quite strict with him. 

Never have you realized that you slowly gave in to the haunting yearning and isolation, and that's how it welcomed you to its dull world, swallowing you into the empty castle walls. Sure, you had palace staff to have small talks with, but was it enough to quench the thirst for love and yearning? 

જ⁀➴ 

"Perhaps I should leave if my work is to entertain the dead royals of the castle. Thank you very much." The newly hired jester yawned, bored by the hauntingly dull castle walls. "You are the one who has insisted on this job, Mr.Gogol." Sighed a secretary whilst arranging the papers on his desk. "Color me surprised when I received the order from his majesty to hire you. I cannot wrap my head around his reasoning, considering his packed schedule, you see." His lips were pulled to a thin line, looking up to the said Gogol, who curiously stared back, his attention was on him for now, pleasing the secretary in this small business talk. 

"His orders, I assume? What am I to do while his majesty is busy?"  

“It’s you who knows the line of work, sir. You are the court jester, so figure your a way to entertain his highness.” His voice shifted the quiet atmosphere for a moment, and with Nikolai’s small grumble, the air shifted back to silence. 

જ⁀➴ 

Nikolai walked down the hallway, shaking off from the empty atmosphere that was enveloping him—never had he ever thought he could feel threatened by the walls of a dull castle like they might swallow him up to the unknown anytime soon. 

The last person Nikolai talked to was that secretary and it had been just around thirty minutes since there was anyone he came across, save for the strict guards standing around like decor pieces for the castle—he expected a lot of workers. Depressed halls made him yawn in boredom as it slowly got to him and crumbled the positive vibes he built just for the work. 

He hasn’t explored even a fraction of the castle yet, maybe a tour would work if he had no work at the moment. Someone would most likely question his absence around the king for sure, except for the king himself. Oh, how unaware was he about an intruder finding his way to get through the heavily guarded doors. 

Fabricated documents were enough, and hiring was managed by secretaries, making Nikolai’s work much easier. And without the king’s knowledge that he got himself a court jester? No one can question about his whereabouts when he was supposed to be around the king. 

Even so, he can’t find the cause for his plans—for his efforts, for his dedication, he cannot find you. 

Maybe he should look harder for you, after all—he can’t control the eerie silence inside him. Calm as dead ocean that would make one pity its lifeless and weak waves—however, he could feel a storm in its way—far... yet nearing the shore, ready to whirl the once lifeless feeling to wild emotion, waves crashing harshly as the silence is no more- 

*Creeeeek... Slam!* 

Nikolai’s head snapped to the door which had now locked him into the room he stumbled upon. 

A huge entryway was amazingly adorned with dark and rich wood veneers, and he looked ahead to the huge open room, each side’s walls were filled with bookshelves and thick old books’ spines intriguingly poked out for fellow readers to read into their world with each differing from others. 

The room was vast and expensively decorated—as one would expect from a royal palace. He walked to the core of the huge room and looked around curiously and hopefully find some clues of you. 

And it wasn’t long before he caught something out of ordinary on the left mezzanine walkway that was attached to the shelf—helpful to reach the upper shelves since the room is quite tall too. Looking closer and he could barely see the heel of the shoe poking a mere an inch out of the edge. 

As lazy as he was to even climb up there, he pulled his cape over his head, slowly teleporting his body up there through the portal of his cape. 

The first thing he was noticing here was someone—rather a princess, sleeping there. A simple white corseted shite with a long maroon skirt that reached way below the knees. You were sleeping with your back against the bookshelf and your legs splayed apart and the end of your foot reached the edge as the walkway was narrow. 

Nikolai cautiously approached your vulnerable figure and kneeled right next to you. His hand gently reached the open book on your lap, folded a corner, and slid it back on the shelf. He looked at you again curiously, studying your facial features from what he had remembered years ago. 

It has been years so of course you have matured throughout the years he was away; your appearance and personality would be very different from the girl he had known from the past. 

જ⁀➴  

Drifted far into dreams, you were suddenly embraced which snapped you out of the sleepy state. Your arms were flooded with overwhelming signals to fight immediately and slapped the person who held you without a second look at who it was. 

“For fuck’s sake, that hurt!”  

You flinched from the retort and immediately opened your eyes to meet the angry ones glaring down at you. “Now is that a way to greet your childhood bestie?!��� 

It took you a long moment to see who it was—the fluffy white hair, those eyes... Your brows knitted to a frown, and you pushed yourself off him in surprise, he pouted at your rude reply to his whiny remarks. “That was unnecessarily rude of you, young lady!” 

The years of emptiness has easily embraced the bitter feelings toward this unexpected intruder to your life, and you could feel the words threatening to spill from the tip of your tongue. Anger, hurt, happiness, fulfillment, you couldn’t ground your emotions yet, but you knew you needed to be away from him—to compose yourself and deal with this accordingly, but no! He insistently poked your arm to snap you out of your thoughts. A moment passed by to remember what he said, and you retorted with a stern tone. 

“Okay, grey headed bastard. Your hair has finally matched your age. Congrats, want me to hold a party at the ballroom?” Since when you were this rude? You didn’t know but you could’ve said something worse, and it was so hard to contain in the ache in your heart, but you did manage. 

“HEY!” He shouted, clearly offended by that. “I’m not even in my thirties yet.” 

“Yet. And get out of here before I call the guards.” 

“But I won’t leave, much to your dismay.” Nikolai grinned, already finding a new hobby to tap dance on your last nerves. 

“My father will know about this! I’ll tell him that you snuck in.” 

“Cheeky~ You are risking your old man or what? I could kill him and stage his death as a natural cause you know! Aha! Oops-” He acted shocked with a hand over his gasped mouth. “I just revealed my secret it seems.”  

You were puzzled as he mindlessly spilled his thoughts, wondering if he’s just doing his job as a court jester or is he being for real? 

“What are you here for?” And from your glare, you weren’t taking this lightly. 

“Ah~ Apologies dearie for I have spilled the beans, or did I?” Nikolai asked, looking over to you with a curious expression. “Did I just say that? Hm?” 

“I hea-” 

Nikolai tutted, his tongue clicking as he shook his head in disappointment, cutting you off. “You can’t trust the words of a mere court jester, sweetheart.” 

His words threw you off guard and now you are wondering if anything is real right now or is he making you dance in the palms of his theatre, making you act the way he wants you to. 

“You should be the first person to know that. Oh! I'm so disappointed in you!” Nikolai threw his head back with an arm over his forehead in mock surprise before cracking a smile and cackle at your bewildered expression. 

“Tell me why you are here?!” You ground yourself and concentrate back at what was important right now, but it seems this jester won’t just give in and speak, judging from his smirk. 

“Uh uh! That’s not how you ask after a reunion! You have more important questions to ask so use your pretty head and ask something worth the time 😉"  

‘Ugh! Why is he being so difficult?! I just want some space... i-it hurts...’ 

“Your highness?!” You snapped out of your thoughts. 

“Yes?” You replied to the sudden voice calling out to you from the door. It was one the castle’s butler. “The lunch is prepared at the private diner! Be sure to attend it.” The door closed right after and you looked back at Nikolai, his expression screamed mischief, and you sighed, realizing he either will make this day a great one or outright ruin it. 

“May I, your highness?” He offered you his hand to escort you with that stupid grin he held, mocking you for even trying to treat you—a royal figure, respectfully. 

You rolled your eyes, getting up on your own and heading toward the door. He was surprised but not so shocked at the display of your attitude. “Hey! Wait up!” Nikolai called out and caught up with you. 

“Geez, stop with the cold treatment already. I’ve apologized now forgive me you silly damn-sel!” He almost giggled at that stupid joke but held his demeanor to win your heart and forgive him. 

“That was lame.” 

“Oh, come on!” 

“Lame as your attempt to apologize.” You held firm to your anger, ignoring the yearning storming inside you, whispering to you to tackle onto, lock him up and make sure he never leaves you again. 

“At least I’ve trieeeddd~” 

“I order you to leave me at the moment.” You turned on your heel and marched the other way, desperate to run away from him—from the world at the moment since your feelings were drowning your logic and senses. It felt pathetic to you to cry over a piece of memory. 

“Wait! The diner is not that way- Princess!” Nikolai’s voice wavered, noticing that you didn’t stop. From your stiff demeanor and frantic footsteps, it seemed like you needed time. He sighed and walked away to give you the private moment you desperately needed. 

જ⁀➴ 

You slammed the door right behind you as your knees gave out with the comfort that no one was around. You were helpless crushed by the gravity of your emotions, milking your eyes dry from tears while they spilled continuously. 

Your face was soaked in tears, your hands reached out to wipe them off, but they never stopped. Everything in the room felt overwhelming, unseen beings around the room mocked you for being so pathetic, and they were right, but could you stop yourself from yearning? It hurt you that he came back into your life just like that, right when you were done healing from your past. 

It hurt so bad, the past yearning and wounds surfaced back into your life all because of him. Right now, you are crying your eyes out, weeping over the lost time, over the absence and everything. This mess has turned your heart and head against each other—Either wanting to bask in Nikolai’s sweet embrace and presence, or cut him off when you are healing, push him away, and never let him see you ever again. 

All you wanted right now was to crawl back to his embrace and never let go, cage him right where you wanted so he will never disappear again. Logic had left you right now and you were left with the overwhelming yearning for his presence. 

જ⁀➴ 

It may have taken you time to compose yourself, but you were ready—Ready to face him and maybe talk it out or just ignore the past and enjoy the present. Yet you wondered who will win at the end, your heart or your head. 

Right now, you were sitting in the private diner, glancing back at your father, the king, who was being filled by the butler about the palace’s staff. 

“A court jester? Any reason for him to be hired?” He asked, glancing back at his butler, then gave you a questioning look. 

“Apparently, the secretary had said that her royal highness has asked for one due to a lack of company.” You stiffened, eyes widening in surprise as you snapped your head around, trying to catch where this supposed jester was, and to your disappointment, he left you right here and let you deal with his mess that you weren’t even a part of. 

“M-me?!” You blurted out, a bit skeptical as you looked at the butler with a bit of hopeful look that this was just a mere joke. 

The butler looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, you. I rechecked it and it's you.” 

“May I know why, dear?” Your father asked with a suspicious look. “You do have a lot of staff who tend to each of your needs, so why a jester?” 

“I didn’t even hire him...” You muttered to yourself, hand over your forehead in shame, as you looked down in an attempt to conceal your panicked look. 

“Hm?” 

“U-uh! I hired him because...” ‘Come on! Just lie this once! No one will know!’ 

“Because... um... You see! I need someone new to talk to, um- Someone my age, yes!” 

‘Terrible, congratulations for winning an award for this terrible lie.’ You resisted slapping your forehead at your stupidity. 

“Not a big deal, I just thought it was a bit too boring in the castle for the staff and us, so I thought we could make it eventful. Uh- Staff's mental health matters, right Father?!” 

“Right...” 

He didn’t trust you yet. 

“Please, I just want it to be a bit more fun!” 

“Sure, I suppose. I see no harm in this.” Your father chuckled at your insistence and panicked answers. 

You let out the sigh you didn’t realize you held, relieved that this was no longer an issue. 

Perhaps not yet... 

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“You okay?”

You look at Olga and nod, despite the clear exhaustion on your face. She smiles, shaking your head. “You don’t look comfortable when it’s the rush hour.” She says. You laugh nervously as you wiggle your foot.

“Yeah, my legs kinda hurt walking around…”

“It’s probably because you are wearing cute boots in a restaurant instead of flat shoes like Vasya,” Olga says. “Are those from the club?”

“Mm-hm, sort of…?” 

Olga tilts her head. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, it’s actually a gift from one of my customers back in the club. He bought me these boots.” You lift your right leg to show Olga the white-heeled boots you have been wearing ever since you were kidnapped. It is definitely not something you should wear when you have to rush from one place to another.

“Hm, figures. The shoes are heeled, so you would feel strained when you have to practically run all over the diner.” Olga replies before she laughs. “It’s very cute to hear your boots tapping from the table at the corner all the way to the kitchen. It’s like, ‘Uh-oh, she is coming!’.” 

You grin. “It’s a good way to warn you guys of a new order.”

“I suppose,” She snickers. “But you know, I would really like it if you are not hurting when working in my restaurant. I bet Kolya doesn’t even bother to offer you a massage for your hard work, eh?” She grins teasingly and her smile broadens when fluster makes its way onto your face. You sheepishly shake your head. 

“Ask him to buy you new shoes.”

“W-Wha…”

Olga nods, a smug smile on her face. “Mm-hm, you heard me, my dear. I don’t mean that you cannot be cute,” She nudges your cheek fondly. “But it would be hard for you to work in this kind of place with those boots. Not suitable, you know? Tripping hazard. And surely it won’t only be me who feels sad if you get hurt.” She says. 

You hum and nod slowly. You understand her concern and she is right—you do not want to trip while working. Besides, she did say you would most likely work in the kitchen instead of serving the customers. And if you were to be honest, the kitchen floor is not always clean. You have to be careful with other tripping hazards—such as spilled oil from one of the clumsy staff. 

“Hm, okay. I’ll get new shoes. What kind of shoes though? Flat ones?”

“Mm-hm. Flat and make sure they’re also covered. I mean, boots work too, but just not as heeled as yours and not as delicate. Something like… sport shoes but not really…?” Olga mumbles, trying to figure out the specific kind of shoes for you—but even hers were bought by her son. 

“Sandals?”

“What? No, silly.”

“Okay, covered sandals, then.”

She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. She shrugs. “You know what, maybe you should ask Kolya. He is familiar with all these fashion stuff. He could figure out the most correct one for you.”

“What if he will not buy the shoes for me?” You ask. Olga blinks, confused by your ridiculous assumption. She then chuckles, mostly to herself. 

“Oh, he will, my dear.”

— ✿

“Can you buy me new shoes?”

Nikolai frowns and turns to you. His eyebrow jerks in confusion. “Eat your food.” He says, ignoring your question as if it is just a senseless thought. He does not really have any enthusiasm to do anything today because he slept so late last night. But unfortunately, today, he has to work something out with Viktor. And it is barely ten o’clock in the morning and you just bombarded him with a request. 

“Hey, did you hear my question?” You puff your cheeks, dissatisfied with his indifference. Nikolai just hums and sits right in front of you at the dining table before he takes a piece of bread and a jar of orange marmalade. 

“Can you get me new shoes?” You ask again. He glances at you and before he can ignore you again, you quickly clap your hands rapidly in front of his bread. A snicker almost appears on his face. It is a surprising way to get his attention, he does admit that. 

“Listen, listen. This is not just a casual request, okay? Olga said I should wear flat shoes when working because if I wear those boots, it’s going to be uncomfortable for me. After all, they are heeled and delicate.” You say. 

“Yes, and?”

“Buy one for me.”

Nikolai scowls. He cannot help but think that this is probably one of Olga’s horrible ploys. As motherly and beloved that woman is, she certainly likes to play some jokes with people she adores. Unfortunately for her, Nikolai is well-knowledged about tricks—he can smell bullshit. You have been fine with the same pair of shoes. And the shoes are not even bad quality. That shit is from an expensive brand. It is meant to be worn for a long time in a lot of situations. 

Delicate my ass. 

“What? Why should I buy it? Use your money!” He huffs as he takes a large bite out of the orange bread. His eye twitches slightly at the sudden jolt of zesty sourness before the sweetness takes over. 

“I don’t get paid yet…” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers. 

He snorts, leering at your figure up and down. “Are you in a slavery contract or something? Ask Olga to buy the shoes. I’m not responsible for that.”

You clasp your hands, bringing them close to your chest as you flash the most adorable gaze you could muster towards him. “Please, Nikolai, please? Pretty please~? I’ll be the happiest girl if you just grant me this one wish.” 

He quickly averts his gaze. Nope, he will not fall for that. 

“Not my problem.” He says before he quickly stuffs the remaining bit of his orange marmalade bread into your mouth before you can appeal your case some more. Your eyes widen as your mouth is suddenly shut but you hum, finding the bread to be yummy. 

He gets up from the seat and finishes his cup of water. “I’m going out for a bit. Won’t be long.”

“Where—mm—are you going?” You ask as your thumb brushes off the bread crumbs around your lips. “Are you going to buy me shoes?” If you have bunny ears, they are definitely perked straight upward.

“I have something to do with Viktor.”

“Buy me shoes.”

“Ergh…”

— ✿

Nikolai tilts his head to look at the side window, watching Viktor who is doing a very questionable thing at the car parked behind them. The trunk is open and there is a small spot of blood right beside the back tyre. Nikolai sighs, wondering what is taking Viktor so long to store the body in the trunk. Cigarette smoke travels out of his lips.

Two minutes later, Viktor finally closes the trunk and gives it a pat before approaching their car. He gets inside, letting out a dramatic sigh of relief. “That motherfucker was not dead!”

“Huh? How come? I shot him, no?” Nikolai asks before he takes one last inhale of his cigarette and throws the rest outside. 

“I don’t know but that bitch was moving! Maybe you shot him wrong. Or he just had some kind of healing ability but no worries, no worries. I shot him a couple more times for good measure. Now we’re good.” Viktor says as he takes off his dirty leather gloves. He winces at the sweaty feeling of his palms. Nikolai only nods and turns the engine on, preparing to leave the area. 

“We can go home now, right? I’m very sleepy…” Nikolai murmurs, yawning. 

“Actually, can we stop by the, uh, plaza real quick?” Viktor asks. “Nastyushka asked me to buy some spices.” He says as he checks his phone to text his girlfriend. Nikolai frowns. 

“Can I just drop you now and you walk there by yourself?”

“Oh, come on, dude. Just come with me, alright? And the spices are only sold at an Asian grocery shop only at the plaza. Nowhere else. And if Nastasya wants it, I’ll fucking get it, alright? So drive off!” Viktor says. 

Nikolai snickers, glancing at his friend. “Fine, fine. Who am I to be so unsupportive to your intense puppy love?” 

About ten minutes later, both of them arrive at the only shopping plaza in the town. It is quite boring but sustainable enough for suburban residents. There are some restaurants, grocery shops and clothing stores, but nothing too extraordinary. Nikolai parks his car in a parking lot near the plaza and once he turns off the engine, Viktor gets out immediately. 

“Oh my God, just calm down. The shop won’t run away.” Nikolai rolls his eyes as he gets out as well. Viktor grumbles and looks at him. 

“Hey, we need to get what Nastasya wants, alright? What she wants—”

“—she gets. Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Nikolai cuts him off. He gestures to Viktor to walk ahead first as he does not know the exact location of the grocery shop Viktor wants to go. And his friend gladly takes the lead. 

“Have you ever thought of bringing your babydoll here? This place seems fun, don’t you think? There’s a bowling arena there and a tap-dancing class up there.” Viktor suddenly says as they are walking through the plaza. Perhaps because it is the weekend, the plaza is pretty crowded today, especially in restaurants. 

“You really can’t stop mentioning her when I’m around, do you? What would Nastasya think?” Nikolai grumbles and Viktor only pouts, trying to defend himself with whatever bullshit coming out of his mouth. Nikolai barely listens as he looks around. The clothing stores perhaps would be fun for you. He knows you actually like to shop but are not able to due to your circumstances. An average woman in her early 20s would love some shopping—that he knows.

You are probably sick of wearing lame, brandless shirts and pants he bought for you from some random hypermarket. Two weeks after he kidnapped you, he had to buy you some new clothes because he could not bear the sight of another person sharing his clothes—not that he cared for it. So he just bought some cheap ones including some more necessities for you. He was angry about it, especially the loan sharks’ incompetence to take you away. But he got used to it. Perhaps it was his routine now. 

The plaza, as old as it may be, is vast. He sees clothing stores, a bakery… and oh, is that a make-up shop? It surely does not sell high-brand make-up products. All of those products are probably white-label products—same thing, same manufacturer, different packaging. 

“Would you like a basket, sir?”

Nikolai blinks—oh dear, how the hell did he get here, right in front of the make-up shop? He awkwardly looks to the staff beside him who is offering a small basket. “Uhm, no… thank you.” He says with a stiff smile. He probably is in his thoughts so deeply that he ventures into the shop. 

Nikolai notices how the staff is somewhat glaring at him, probably finding the presence of a suspicious (yet, handsome) man in the shop bothering. Trying to ease the awkwardness, Nikolai grabs a couple lip products on the display table and gives them to the staff. 

“I’ll purchase these.”

“Right away, sir.” She says, leading him inside to the cashier. Nikolai sighs softly—well, you will get a couple more lip make-up, he guesses… He half-heartedly gives the staff the last cash note in his wallet and takes the plastic bag containing three lip products—looks like a pink lip gloss and two lip balms. 

“Thank you, sir. Come again.” She says after she gives him the balance. Nikolai sighs again as he walks out of the shop. He probably lost Viktor too—

“There you fucking are! Ugh, I was looking for you everywhere.” Viktor appears from the small crowd beside the make-up shop. His eyebrows are furrowed, either he is pissed off or concerned, Nikolai does not know. He looks at Nikolai and then the make-up shop and his expression turns into a teasing grin. 

“Hehe,”

“It’s not what it looks like,” Nikolai says quickly. “I was, uh, forced… to buy these.” He murmurs before he hastily stuffs the plastic bag into his coat, directly to his secret dimension. Viktor does not say anything other than giggling naughtily. 

“Quit it, Vitya. Have you gone to the shop or not?” Nikolai grumbles. 

“Not yet because as soon as I realised you were not behind me, I went to seek you. Can’t let my son go astray in this foreign place, can I?” Viktor grins before he gestures to Nikolai to follow him. “Let’s go. The shop is not far.”

Nikolai obediently follows closely. The grocery shop really is not that far but Nikolai decides to wait outside. He figures Viktor may take his sweet time to find whatever Nastasya wants and he does not care enough to follow along like a duckling for their household affair.

But he does feel bored. Although Viktor tells him to not stray far, Nikolai does walk around, making sure the grocery shop is still in his sight so he can get back there later on. As he walks around the area, his attention is grabbed instantly when he stops in front of a footwear shop. 

Your voice this morning rings inside his head. Nikolai peeks into the shop and the shoes on display are almost similar to the ones Vasily and Olga wear when they are working—flat shoes, black, covered, some have shoelaces. 

“Welcome, sir!”

Not again.

Nikolai thoughtlessly rubs his thumb on his braid as he looks at the shoes on display. The staff patiently follows him in the store, waiting for any question he wants to ask. He grabs one of the black shoes and takes a look at the size—he barely remembers your exact ones and shoe sizes can vary greatly, especially for different brands. 

“I’d like this pair, please.” He says, giving the staff the shoe he has chosen.

The staff smiles and checks the size before she looks at Nikolai. “What size do you want?”

I don’t know exactly. 

Nikolai is not that crazy to measure your feet—hell, he does not even plan to buy a pair of new shoes for you. He did take a look at your boots once—for reasons he will not explain—but the exact numbers are slipping off his mind. 

“Err…” He stands there awkwardly with a stiff smile. He stares at his own feet, trying to imagine yours by his side—which is a weird method, but he could not just buy the wrong size and call it a day. This is an investment, not a waste. 

“Sir?”

Finally, Nikolai blurts out the numbers in his mind. He knows the number is close to your size and he hopes you will not complain about the shoes being too tight or too loose. Actually, he does not even think you can complain about anything because this is his money that he is using to pay for your shoes. 

“One thousand, five hundred and thirty rubles.”

Nikolai opens his wallet and he pouts at the emptiness. He takes his credit card and pays with it—best to make debt now because once he leaves this town, he will take on a new name and a new identity anyway. His debt would be considered a bad debt and he would get away scot-free—perfectly as planned. 

“Thank you for your purchase, please come again.” The staff says with a smile as she gives Nikolai a bag containing a big shoebox. He returns her smile with one of his own and leaves the store to go back to the grocery shop. 

However, Viktor is already looking grumpy, with his hands on his waist. 

“Son, where the hell have you been!”

“Don’t tell me your eyes are as flawed as mine because can’t you see I just got out from there?” Nikolai huffs and tosses his braid that is resting on his shoulder to his back. He looks at Viktor’s hands—one of them is holding a paper bag. “You got what you need?”

“Uh-huh. Okay, send me home now.” Viktor says. His anger seems to have disappeared immediately before he walks off, followed by Nikolai. 

“What were you doing in there anyway Bought a new pair?” Viktor asks. Nikolai nods. “Ohh, for her? Hehe.”

A glare. 

— ✿

“Ow!”

You jerk in surprise when something heavy is plopped directly on your torso. Your eyes open wide from the afternoon nap and you quickly move away the jacket you use to cover your face for an easier nap. You blink profusely, trying to gain clear vision as you feel a heavy weight beside you on the couch.

“Wakey, wakey,” A couple flicks of fingers in front of your face. You press your eyelids firmly together before you open them wide. Nikolai is sitting beside you. 

“Oh, you’re back…”

“You’re so sleeping again. Looks like a deep one too.” He remarks before he leans against the couch. 

“Mmm, I get sleepy after eating my lunch. Have you eaten?” You murmur. He only replies with a soft ‘Yeah’ before he goes quiet again. Your hands drop down and you finally feel the heavy item that he threw on you. “What’s this?” You ask. 

“Take a look,” He says. You open the plastic bag and take out the box. Your eyes glimmer awake when you realise what kind of box it is. With full of hope, you open it and your body bounces in excitement when you see a new pair of black shoes. 

“You bought it! Oh my God!” You exclaim happily, immediately taking both shoes from the box and trying them on your feet. They are a little loose but you adjust the shoelaces to get tighter, so they would at least prevent your foot from slipping out. It is not perfect but it works, so it is mostly perfect.

“Happy now?” Nikolai asks and as a rush of joy simmering within you, you lunge yourself towards him, hugging him tightly. He huffs in surprise, placing his hand on your lower back. He hesitantly pats your back before his fingers caress you gently. The cold demeanour he has been practising to uphold vanishes immediately. Flowers bloom in his heart with the warmth from this little sunshine in his arms. A deep chuckle rattles from his throat. “You’re welcome, you’re welcome.” 

You break the hug but still stay close, with your hands on his shoulders. Smiling sweetly, you give a short kiss on his cheek, just like what he did that day in the diner. 

“You make me so happy, Nikolai.”

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Pls do I would love to comment under every line and slander characters 🥰

jk i love you so i will love them

am thinking should i restart my wattpad career.....

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No

…hi

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Here me out!

Single Zaddy Nikolai at beach 👀

I can picture him splashing along with the Gogolings and playing with them! Oh and not to mention him building sandcastles with them!

How cute ~\(≧▽≦)/~

𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝

notes ✥ planned this to be cute but it went y/n had a "what eye is his colour" moment lmao this is unproofread/unedited!

contents ✥ mild fluff, suggestive, oc kids aka the gogolings (yuri, mari, karol), fem!reader, age differences what's new

You’re just chilling under your umbrella, sipping the strawberry lemonade you ordered from the bar. It’s a one in a million chance for you to have a solo vacation like this—nice resort, nice beach, nice spa. 

You fix your sunglasses and your bikini as your eyes wander around the beach. There are not so many people today—many surfers though. From under this umbrella, you can watch almost everyone. You see a kid building a sand castle near the beach. You see a father teaching his son how to float in the sea—couldn’t he pick a better place, atleast? Like a pool?

But it is not his unorthodox teaching method that picks your interest. That man is incredibly fine. You have been stealing glances at him for a while now. He has three kids along with him. Probably his own. When he first entered your view, his white braided hair was the first thing that caught your eyes. And then the second thing was how his back muscles look like when he carried his daughter with one arm. The third thing you noticed was how playful he gets when it comes to his children. He built some sandcastles together with his daughter and son—the short one, he has two sons.

He is also tall. His shoulders are broad and his body is finely shaped. Sometimes you find yourself leering your eyes downwards… to where your mind wanders elsewhere but you immediately distract yourself. It is inappropriate to check out a gorgeous man like that—what if he's married?

He probably is married. A father with three sons? Yeah, most likely. 

“Hey, lady.”

You turn to your side, seeing a boy standing beside your chair. Eyes widen as you notice that the boy is actually one of the man’s sons. This boy was the sandcastle builder before he roamed somewhere on his own. 

“Hi, little guy.” You greet him back. The boy looks at you and points at your lemonade. 

“I want a taste.” He says casually as his arm reaches out to your glass. You quickly pull back, putting the glass on the armrest. 

“No, no. This is… uh, not suitable for you.” You say. The boy pouts. 

“Whaaa, why not?” He whines.

“It’s alcoholic.”

“Hmph! You and daddy say the same thing! Kolic kolic!” The boy grumbles cutely. You are usually annoyed at any kids who disturb you but this boy certainly has a charm to him—he is still a little annoying though. 

“Maybe you ask your daddy if you want to have some drinks.”

God, the way you refer to that man as ‘daddy’ certainly gives you an itch—that feels quite fluttering. 

“Can you ask daddy for me, pleasheee?” The boy pouts and shakes your arm. “My daddy is… uh… nice! And handchum.”

“Handsome, huh? I can see that.” You smile. “But he’d be more likely to listen to you than a random woman like me, no?”

“Mmm, I dunno. Daddy is confusing sometimes…”

You chuckle, holding yourself back from ruffling the little guy’s hair. He does look similar to his dad, like a mini-version of him. The boy shakes your hand again. “Lady, lady, do you wanna build a sandcastle with me?”

“H-Huh?”

You think that little guy has some kind of mind control power. Before you realize it, you are halfway building a sandcastle with him and his sister. You learned that his name is Karol—he said ‘Kawol’ but his sister corrected it—and she is Mari. You do not dare to ask about their mother, but there is certainly something about how Mari is excitedly clinging to you. 

“I don’t have girls in the house,” Mari says as she decorates her sandcastle with random seashells from the beach. “Daddy always plays with me, but he is daddy and not mummy.” 

“But daddy does his best, isn't he?” You reply carefully, not wanting to step into some deeply personal stuff. Mari hums and nods. 

“My daddy is the best!” She giggles. “Right, daddy?”

Just then, a shadow looms over you and you almost shriek as you look over your shoulder. It’s him. The man. Your eyes are trying hard to roam everywhere but fixate at him. God, he looks much bigger up close—thighs—he is so tall than I expected—chest—his eyes are pretty. 

Your mind is jumbled as you try to form a word. How strange it is for him to see a random woman playing with his two kids. You don't want him to think of you as a potential kidnapper, god damn it! You quickly get on your feet, standing by his side—and only then your eyes are on the same level of his (kissable) collarbone.

“Hi, there. Were my kids entertaining you so much?” He starts first. His tone is playful and teasing, but friendly. He grins. “I’m Nikolai. You?”

You nervously say your name, smiling sheepishly. “Uh… your son, Karol, asked me to play together… so, I, uh…”

He cackles—his voice is heavenly, thundering butterflies in your stomach. “Is that so? He is a friendly little dude. Since you came with him, I take it he wasn’t being annoying?”

“Not at all, sir.”

Nikolai waves his hand dismissively. “Oh, sweetheart. No need for formality. You’re making me feel old!” He pouts—and he is probably in his mid to late 30s to be looking so adorable. He bends, just enough to reach Mari and ruffle her hair. Just then, you realise another one of his kids is sitting beside Mari, eyes scrutinising you. You awkwardly smile at him. Mari is rambling to his brother, and you heard Mari call him ‘Yurochka’. Maybe he is a quiet one. 

Nikolai chuckles as he pats her head. “Were you having fun, little dove?” He asks. Mari nods happily and gives him a big seashell from her collection. Nikolai takes it and shows it to you with a boyish grin on his face. But that grin turns into a tiny smirk when his eyes leer over your body. 

The heaviness tugs again in your stomach and you feel like your thighs are quivering. 

This won’t do. This man is definitely much older than you—he has three kids who are all beyond toddler age! 

“Uhm, I-I think I should go… It’s been fun spending some time with the kids, N-Nikolai.” You say. Nikolai blinks confusedly at first before he smiles. 

“I should be thanking you, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure they had fun—”

“Incominggg!” 

“Woah!” You yelp when Karol suddenly barges between Nikolai’s and your legs. He is small but his energy is high and enough for you to stumble on your footings. In that tiny window of milliseconds, you are about to accept the embarrassment of falling like a fool in front of a handsome guy but suddenly, you feel your body being grasped tightly from behind. 

You open your eyes wide and your heart cannot be much faster. His strong arm is wrapped around your waist and you are already gripping his arm like your life depended on it. You feel your back is against his firm chest and your bum is brushing closely against his waist. 

Maybe falling face down onto the sand is better. 

“You okay, love?”

You tilt your head upward—and maybe that is a bad decision—and see Nikolai’s face close to your proximity. His eyebrow is jerked upward but then he chuckles deeply before he smirks. He says nothing but you feel a squeeze on the side of your tummy, exactly where his hand is placed. 

“Haa—!” Your breath hitches and you step away. You want to say sorry but what is there to apologise for when it feels good? 

Flustered and embarrassed, you stammer, “I-I must go! Have fun with the kids, sir!” You turn around and quickly walk off, needing some time alone to calm your heart. But you catch his last words at you. 

“Bye, bye! See you around, sweetheart.”

It sounds like a promise and you wish it is. 

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Little Nurse

Mori x Gn!reader (PLATONIC)

Preview: You are working under Mori to learn about medical procedures since you wanted to gain experience to make it easier for you to adjust to university, and be an experienced and well-trained doctor.

c.w: Protective Mori, mentions violence, clueless reader, mentions of gun, and all the other medicine stuff-

The busy days and packed schedule started once you finally convinced a local doctor to let you study under him and embraced yourself with whatever hardships you were about to face.

Oh naive you, if only you have known how hard it is to keep up with the busy and torturous life as his nurse. However, it never bothered you.

Why even be bothered when he always spoils you with snacks, treats, and his constant concerns for your health? You felt so loved in his clinic that you would rather spend time there with him and Elise with no knowledge that you are working in the Mafia's clinic to treat its members!

It was heartwarming that Mori was ready to support you throughout every step of reaching your goal. You worked so hard in school to achieve a perfect grade but studying about random stuff was never enough. Mori can see the determination that you wanted the real stuff, rather than wasting your time solving algebra or writing a useless long essay.

But the real stuff would be too much for someone who just got started to explore the real world, isn't it?

And the naive you have realized this the moment a group of men in black rushed in with a severely wounded patient, desperate in need of help and clinging on to the threads of his life.

You were obviously frozen in place, as if the ground had grabbed you, stopping you from saving the patient. A gunshot immediately snapped you out of your delirium, your scared wide eyes meeting that scary look on Mori's face. This immediately urged you to go ahead and treat the patient.

You wanted this, didn't you?

As the intense moments pass by, Mori wouldn't skip a chance to apologize and treat you with snacks, he wouldn't risk scaring his little helper all for his feelings to get in the way, but he wouldn't miss the chance to scold you lightly either, advising you to be careful the next time.

Mori was also very protective of you, he couldn't stand the sight of some of the strangers you're treating staring at you or even attempting to make a move. A scalpel to their throat was a great and successful method to make them behave whenever they were not looking. And he was ready to splatter the walls of his precious clinic red whenever he had to.

Unsure why, Mori never let you take a day off, and even planned to not let you go after you graduate.

Of course, a mafia boss has a lot of responsibilities but due to his skills in medicine, he was also forced to treat those careless members of his which left his schedule packed and tiring so having you by his side to ensure the treatment left him in relief due to the burden decreasing on his shoulder.

So he wouldn't let you go no matter what! Who knows that he will pay you better than any hospital in Yokohama.

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❤💀💅🔥🙏

um I died from loving and slayed my way to hell and prayed...? wtf

@chacha-is-dead @gurkederzeit

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

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ullo my favorite author-chan and best friend<3

i'm so lucky to have the cutest author-chan there is as a best friend for 2 years already! i love you my sweet raffaello<3

Aww hello pookster!

Thank you for this sweet message im fr happy and lucky too to have you as my bestie yk ❤❤❤

A cutie pie who stuck around with me for years. Im so thankful to you and cant forget your enthusiastic messages on my fic like an awesome and loyal reader you are!

And you certainly do know how to charm authors which is- you will give them a heart attack by complementing them so much with a paragraph... `(*>﹏<*)′

Evil... (love you <3)

Well- Me evil too~ (me dragging half of our friend circle to bsd and getting some of yall obsessed without even watching it with my hyper fixation over Kolya *cough cough* @xxlady-lunaxx )

Im certainly evil too so its a 50 50 with our situation eh ( •̀ ω •́ )y

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Fuck my english I meant 'from now on'

I keep missing the words... help

Imagine you wake randomly on the table right next to huge ahh plate then you look up to see a really giant me grinning down on you and bring my fist down on you, squeezing out mayo from your head as from now you are a bottle of mayo for my food

what the fuck that is traumatizing …what are you planning 😭

// ‘as from now’???? only now?? or was it before jsut threats

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Sometimes self care is putting your silly little clown in silly little outfits

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Reader and Nikolai from Trash Sugar Magic @doukeshi-kun / @cherikolya

I love the series tysm pookie q(≧▽≦q)

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idk wip i gave up on bc i didnt know what clothes 2 give him

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YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *distant demonic screeches*

Like a starved Atsushi on episode 1, I've devoured every bit of this fic like him devouring chazuke with Kunikida's wallet

𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙛!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩

notes ✥ this is for my children @dazaiyohane @pumpkin321xxx @grayxxi. feast, my child

notes 2 ✥ also this is probably a very out of place to say agagaga but thank yew guys for the nice messages in ask. i'm okay and not too bothered by recent event now. i'd like to move on, really 🩶

contents ✥ fem!reader, smut, age gap (reader's in 20s, nikolai's double the age lol), manipulation, sloppy slithery mess, grammar is poopoo bcs it's un-proofread and unchecked

You used to not care about other people's perceptions on your relationship with Nikolai. But recent comments from your friends about his age and his shady aura has creeped its way inside your heart, planting doubts on whether this relationship is ever right. 

Sure, he is half your age—perhaps a little bit more. You never know what he does for a living—he stuffs his fingers inside your mouth whenever you ask. But you are pampered and spoiled with whatever you want—just bat your eyelashes and wrap your arm around his waist, he melts in a second. 

“You’re getting yourself in trouble, girl.”

“He’s gonna leave you for someone younger if you get older.”

“He doesn’t even tell you his job! Do you think you can trust someone like that?”

“Once you graduate college, he’ll leave you for someone younger. It’s always like that with these guys.”

Thoughts are swirling inside your mind. You should have focused on pleasuring him now—rocking your hips back and forth while seated nicely on his thick thighs. Your body shivers when his length slides in and out deliciously into your heat, bumping the tip on your spot. You bury your face into his chest, muffling your moan as your nails rake his back. 

A warm hand slithers between your strands, caressing your hair. 

“What are you thinking about, little love?” Nikolai asks, his voice deep. “You’re feeling a little off today, hm?” His other hand grips your side and he thrusts upward, causing you to whine. You are about to shake your head, not wanting to ruin the mood by doubting this relationship with him. But Nikolai does not like it. 

With his hand on your hair, he yanks your head back. “A-Ah!” You yelp and your own hand clutches his wrist. Nikolai snickers at your face—cute, he thinks. He moves his face closer to you and with a smirk, he sloppily and hungrily kisses your mouth. His tongue slithers in, licking and twirling yours. Your breathing is getting heavy, chest heaving up and down. Your fingers seek to hold him and they brush against his face lightly, feeling his faint stubbles. 

He refuses to break the kiss, even when you tug on his hair as a sign. He only chuckles between the kiss before pulling you by the back of your head to another sloppy one. Your cunt clenches hard as you feel slightly light-headed when he doesn’t allow a moment to breathe. He enjoys it, it seems, as his throat thunders a deep groan when your cunt flutters around his cock. 

A squeeze on his chest halts him. 

Nikolai pulls away, his tongue licking the string of saliva that connects his lips and yours. You whine, straighten your back before your hands push him to lay on the bed. Nikolai cackles. 

He places his hands on your hips, guiding you to move on his cock slowly, all the while interrogating you. “What’s wrong, my love? You know you can’t hide a lot of things from me, right? Something’s bothering you?” He asks. 

“N-Nothing. I just…” Your words trail off as you ride him faster and faster, ignoring his attempt to control your pace. You are quite close to your climax and you don’t want to ruin the mood and ruin yourself. 

But he grips your hips harder, stopping you. A little warning slap on your ass is enough for you to slow down and whine, begging him to allow you to chase your climax—“Please, please, I’m so close, please…!”

“Mm-mm, no.” Nikolai says simply. “Not unless you tell me what’s going on.” You glance at him. His stomach is trembling slightly—he is holding himself back too, just to taunt you? 

“N-Nothing, okay? Nothing’s bothering me… It’s just some work…” You pout, attempting to loosen his stern grip on your hips by pulling his hands to roam your body. Nikolai’s eyes leer at how you are holding his hand firmly against your breasts, as if to encourage him to touch and play with them—and he is more than happy to oblige you. 

“Or is it your friends again? Giving you not-so-good advice?” Nikolai says before he moves one of his hands to your face and pulls you close. “Why, what’d they say, little love? Do they want you to leave me? Do you want to? Do you not trust me anymore?”

He kisses your lips briefly. 

“Do you not love me?” 

You shake your head, holding his hand. “No, of course I do… I-I love you. I still love you… It’s just—”

Nikolai cuts you off by kissing you again, and his arm wraps around you, keeping you caged with him. His hips jerks upwards, sending bolts of sudden pleasure through your nerves. You moan against his lips, breathily convincing the two of you with your declaration of love. 

“You shouldn’t listen to them, you know? I have never done bad things to you, have I?” He whispers again. “You can always trust me, because that’s what good girls do, little love.” 

His thrusts quicken and your moan is getting louder and louder. You bury your face into his chest, saliva dripping from your lips onto his skin as your nails bury deeply into his shoulders. His lips reach to kiss your head. 

Nikolai knows you are very close when he feels your thighs quiver badly. Abruptly, he stops his thrusts and with tears in the corner of your eyes, you cry out, “Sorry, ‘m sorry…! I still trust you, I won’t listen to them anymore, I love you, please, please, please—”

He grins and slaps your cheek lightly a couple times before he hooks his hands on your thighs and flip over. You are now laying down beneath his much larger figure and you roll your hips to chase your previously disrupted climax. Nikolai chuckles, sultry voice tickling your ear as his tongue trails a long wet line from your throat to your ear. 

He thrusts again. 

“Good girl… See, no one will understand you except for me, little love. I’ll take care of you forever.”

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Starvation

Prologue

Court Jester!Nikolai x Fem!Royal reader)

tags: Fluff, slight silly

Main page of series

Your innocent eyes gazed up at the endless night sky, every star winking back at you. The thick trees were a nice touch of nature's borders, leading up to the dark, glittery sky. Your body lay on the cold grass, limbs spread out, captivated by the twinkling stars. Curiousness crept into your mind, like any child of your age.

'How vast is this world...?'

"So, it seems someone already took my spot!" Whined a boy from a distance, grumpily stepping toward you with a displeased face and what annoyed him more was your nonchalance.

Noticing you still ignoring him, he huffed, defeatedly sitting beside you as he poked your cheek harshly. "What a brat."

"Ow!" You sat up and his harsh greeting was immediately backfired once your little yet pointy fingers grabbed his bicep and dug into his flesh.

He yelped at the sudden attack yet he did not give up and tackled you down, his hands were desperately trying to pin you down yet you tried to attack back, which was a futile attempt against someone huge.

"You can't win against someone older you see." He grinned in victory when he got hold of your wrists and pinned them against your chest. Helpless grunts slipped as you tried to squirm off his hold.

Nikolai sighed in an annoyed manner. "I'll let you go IF you don't fight-"

"I promise!!" Your panicked voice cut him off, catching him off guard. However, he grinned in mock victory as he released you. "As you wish." He chuckled, quite amused.

"Such a bully." You pout as you sit up, dusting off the dirt and grass strands that clung to your dress. "You could've just been nice-"

"I was nice but you fought back!"

"You poked my cheek!"

"It's not fair that I see my place taken like this by none other than a mere baby!"

"You are a kid too!"

"A grown kid." He smirked, feeding on the pride that he was born earlier than you—what a bastard. Your mouth open, to protest but you huffed. "Whatever. You bullied me."

He rolled his eyes, scoffing at your pathetic reply. "Honestly, I've seen girls behaving better than you. They wouldn't attack me like a wild animal."

"My brother told me to fight back if someone hit me."

"He should've explained it better." He narrows his eyes in annoyance.

Once again, silence befell you with a company you didn't expect. The slight awkwardness overwhelmed you a bit since you didn't know how to carry on a conversation with people, with the exception of your family, of course.

Gathering your courage, you spoke. "Will you come again tomorrow?"

"Duh." He sasses with an eye roll, believing that you were nothing but a dumb kid. "Rude." You pout, and he took notice of that immediately. "I told you moments ago that you took my place, it obviously means I have been here before, and will be here for the rest of the days, so what on Earth made you question if I will come again tomorrow? The answer is already obvious, stupid."

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this did not post the first two times i tried grrr