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Quick clip of a later scene from Nikolai’s POV! Spoilers for THG with Nikolai Lantsov if you haven’t started
Laying there, on the ground, he remembers.
As the sky seems to break above him, strange explosions filling the sky of the arena, as fire burns in the distance and smoke singes his nose, as your body grips his own weakly, a warm sensation in his abdomen growing stronger by the second.
He remembers.
You.
It was before you’d ever kissed him. Before he’d ever tried. At a Capitol party during the Christmas season the two of you found yourselves at a gala, the entire place decorated like a winter wonderland. Your dress had been white then—or was it silver? The blood loss is making it difficult to remember but—
—yes. He remembers.
You’d worn tiny crystals in your hair, long and unbound, one hand clasped in Jem’s, the other in Xiomara’s. The two women of your prep team screeched with laughter, the three of you sounding like tropical birds as you spun wildly to what was meant to be a slow dance in the middle of the ballroom floor.
Other members of the Capitol had watched in shock, then amusement, then pure delight as you laughed, head tipped back, a wide grin on your gorgeous face as you danced with your prep team. Your friends. The only girls in the Capitol you considered family.
Nikolai remembers leaning against the wall, trapped in a conversation with well-meaning Capitol men, his eyes locked on you. You’d glanced over, just once, and the joy on your face hit him like a knife to the heart. Oh, you. He’d thought. How could he have ever deluded himself into thinking he wasn’t yours?
How had he not realized he loved you?
#nikolai lantsov#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov x reader#nikolai x reader#shadow and bone imagine#wattpad#fluff#knight nikolai lantsov#six of crows#the hunger games#catching fire
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Are you done with modern Nikolai now?
Oh Hell no don’t play w me! You’ve got like three more parts coming ;)! Almost done with Uni my love and I can deliver.
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My roman empire is Ansel Macher and the Bonnie & Clyde fic you wrote some time ago, literally both hot branded into my brain, i still read both religiously every couple months😭
Thank you!! Ansel is my guilty pleasure I love him
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Hellllo? NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PART THREE
he’s shirtless because Lark wanted him to be I don’t make the rules 🙄
Need you a dress like this for the opening ceremony. You can see Lark behind her in the first clip clad in gold. Lmao.
“Oh Jem..” You breathe, a hand flying to the bejeweled neckline of your gown barely an hour before the chariot ride. It’s a scandalous piece, for sure, your outfits always are, but it’s more than you wore during your own games when you had a different prep team.
“We were inspired by the mythologies of war goddesses.” Jem explains, her gelled hair smelling strangely like maple as she finishes adjusting your dress. Beading clinks together as the golden fabric moves. “Nikolai is in something similar. He’s going to look divine.”
“Lark didn’t convince his team to get him naked?”
“Unfortunately no. But there’s always next year.” The two of you share a secretive smile—of course there will be no next year. Jem has always been an optimist, though. Or delusional. “Xiomara said no to the powder. She’s been speaking with District Twelve’s team.”
“Cinna?” You question and she nods.
“Yes. The gossip is that every team is doing something with lights this year. We want you and Nikolai to shine on your own. Just smile and wave. You’ll please the crowd. You always do.”
The both of you exchange a glance before you turn to her, clasping her pale hands. Her gorgeous almond-shaped eyes meet yours, the deep brown of them vulnerable.
"I'll miss you." You admit, forcing a weak smile.
Her smile own is shaky as she pulls away, adjusting your dress.
"Shine for me."
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The chariot ride went as expected. Surprisingly enough, Nikolai was more well-covered then you would've thought; clad in gold armor from his leather-sandal-strapped-feet to his head, a large, gladiator-type helm shading the bottom half of his face from you. When you'd followed District One, he'd laughed, raising a spear (dulled, of course) in response to the wild crowd.
You, on the other hand, had stared coldly at the screens reflecting an image of you that resembled a goddess walking among mortals.
Now, though, you were leaning against a wall, scanning familiar mentors and victors. There was Chaff and Seeder, laughing with a blond man you knew to be Haymitch. There was Cashmere and Gloss, a duo that had attempted small talk with you and had failed, your icy smile enough indication that you had no interest in the two idiot bastards. There were the Morphlings, and--
And then Katniss is by your side, approaching in a smoldering ensemble that makes you raise your brows.
"Need a fire extinguisher?" You offer, a coy smile on your face.
Katniss looks like she'd rather be anywhere else. A forced, awkward expression you suppose is meant to be pleasant crosses her face, and you swear an invisible man is holding a gun to her head when she says the next words.
“I wanted to say…sorry.” She tells you, even though she looks like the words leave a bad taste on her tongue. “For Clove and Cato. I know you were their mentor.”
You remember. Of course you remember.
You remember watching Clove cry out for Cato, your hands gripping Nikolai so hard you worried you’d bruise him. He’d taken the pain from you in a physical way, the only way he could, as you watched both Clove and Cato die one by one. They were vicious kids, but they were sweet to Nikolai and you as well as each other. Clove, especially, reminded you of the younger version of yourself. The version untouched by the horror of the arena. Nikolai had told you, under his breath, to try and stay as strong as you could in the mentor lobby. No one could forget the way you’d lost your mind years before when another one of your tributes died: Coen.
You smile tentatively at Katniss but give her a serious look, your eyes locking together in an unbreakable hold.
“They were just kids. Bloodthirsty as ever, sure, but kids.” When she flinches slightly, just a twitch, you press on. “But so were you, Katniss. You can’t be blamed for their deaths. And besides, you ended his suffering, didn’t you?”
The choked noise you’d let out when you watched Katniss put an end to Cato’s torturous death had gotten glances of shared relief from other mentors. No one had been happy, regardless of their districts of origin, to see Cato being mauled to death for the Capitol’s entertainment. You remember Nikolai’s hands rubbing your shoulders gently, his voice quiet as he murmured reassurances. That night that two of you had shared a bed, your muscles stiff, unmoving and unspeaking as you grieved.
Katniss’s expression is bleak but severe as she nods, soaking in your words.
“Okay.” Is all she says before turning away and leaving you alone.
You’re still feeling slightly winded when Nikolai wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you against him. Other than Katniss and Peeta, you both are the only victors here in a relationship.
“What’d she have to say?” He asks against your hair, keeping his voice out of range from everyone but you.
“Cato and Clove.” Is all you respond with, and you feel him nod.
“Ah.”
“Well!” You hear a loud voice shout and turn your head, spotting Finnick approaching in a getup that is so revealing you have to laugh. “Don’t you two look absolutely terrifying. Is that real gold?”
“I think you left most of your costume in your room.” You shoot back, grinning despite yourself. Finnick Odair—God bless him—is one of Nikolai and yourselves closest friends. You adore him endlessly and you know he feels the same way. “Think they’re trying to get you completely naked this year?”
His eyebrows furrow in faux confusion and you feel Nikolai’s chuckle against your back. Finnick turns around in a small circle, hand shading his brow like he’s looking for something.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Halo.” He starts and the nickname makes you grin. “It’s nothing they haven’t seen before.” 'Halo', a reference to the way the Capitol began to call you their 'angel' after you won.
You tilt your head.
"No it isn't." You say, but the truth makes you tense.
No it isn't.
#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#nikolai lantsov x reader#nikolai x reader#shadow and bone imagine#the hunger games#catching fire#katniss and peeta#wattpad#finnick odair
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sjdkjksdljsaddsjdjd lmao it's all good i mean you're dealing with school there's no pressure at all we can wait for your fics, i mean you're hands down my favorite nikolai writer after all
Good news for everyone involved is that I'm done in a week lmao. Then you will all be fed.
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hi!! i love your writing and i'm absolutely hooked with your nikolai posts and i was wondering if there will be a third part for the firefighter nikolai au (let's blame that i binged 911 last week and i'm obsessed with firefighters rn okay 😶🌫️)
I see you trying to butter me up in advance 🤨 but yes there will be more coming soon <3
One more part and a few clips!!!
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Now that I’ve started and finished (mostly) my hunger games Au I’m not ready for you guys to read it all 😭 I really can’t let my characters be happy
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Thinking about the Red Wedding and you as Nikolai’s lover in Catching Fire if that gives you any hint as to how this series is going to go
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You know that TikTok audio? “I had a sister…her name was Elia”
Imagine that with YOU as my lead for THG with Nikolai lol.
Katniss: I had a friend. Her name was Y/N.
*um cue^ ignore for spoilers
SAY HER NAME! WHO GAVE YOU THE ORDER? YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED FINNICK! YOU KILLED HER LOVER! SAY HER NAME!
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You know you're too deep into Hunger Games lore when randomly in University you blurt out "GEM OF PANEM MIGHTY CITY" and every Spanish speaking clown in the room looks at you like youve lost it
#the hunger games#im literally president snow's grandmom#gem of panem#mighty city#through your greatness we shine anew
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NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS
dear God he's so handsome I can't do this
Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.
"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"
When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)
"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"
"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."
"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."
"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"
"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.
"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."
"She'll look like a damn disco ball."
"Lets see you come up with--"
"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.
"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."
"I am certainly imagining it."
"Picture it. Picture it vividly."
"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.
"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."
"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."
"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."
"Why thank you. I always say--"
"You always say--?"
"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"
"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.
"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."
"Mhmm."
"Nik."
If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.
Lol
I need him
#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#nikolai x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#shadow and bone imagine#the hunger games au#catching fire#the hunger games
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HC’s for Hunger Games Nikolai Au
GoodLordhessohandsomeoanasojsossiie
You won the games when you were fifteen. Whaaaaat a player, too. When it was down to the final two you, wielding the skills taught to you at illegal training academies, easily dispatched your opponent and earned the crown. Nikolai, your mentor, had been there to comfort you when the reality of the games began to catch up to you.
Wait here—
^^me jumping into his arms after the games
“Nik.” Your voice is small when you sit up straight, legs slightly wobbly underneath you. Your mentor, Nikolai, has a frown on his face as he steps into the room. The Capitol has you shacked up in some sort of hospital; the hovercraft had taken you on a short ride after your extraction from the arena. “Nikolai, I…” You can only stare, eyes teary, a grief you don’t know how to convey tightening your chest.
“I know.” He murmurs, reaching your bedside in only a few short strides. You flinch at his touch, one foot still in the arena, but soon he’s found himself wrapped up in you. He doesn’t speak when you tremble. Just rubs your back, feeling your arms tighten around his waist like snakes. “That’s it. I’ve got you now, yeah?”
You sniffle at the soothing notes of his voice, so different from the screams that had haunted the arena. So much death. When you finally pull away to look up at him you’re slightly surprised to find his own blue eyes a bit teary. You force a weak smile.
“How bad do I look?” You joke, your words unsteady. Nikolai stares in silence for so long your heart begins to pound.
He reaches out carefully, one hand resting against the side of your dirty face. His clean thumb smooths a line through the grime and blood on your cheek, revealing the skin beneath. Your gaze tracks the lone tear that escapes his eye before he blinks quickly, nodding at you and backing up.
“Good to see you can take my advice.” He jokes, raising his brows in reference to your track record of not doing that at all in the arena.
“I won, didn’t I?” You scoff, but something about the way he’d looked at you, something about the fact way he’d been so gentle, had pulled at your heart.
“Don’t get cocky.” His grin is a slash of white. “Everyone is the Capitol is already singing your praises to high Heavens. I honestly think every single citizen had hearts in their eyes when you won.”
“Great.” You say drily. “Just what I wanted.”
The two of you share a fast smile before he nods to the door.
“Let’s go. I’d like to talk to your stylist for a minute before the interviews.”
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Ummm more HC’s….
We’ll talk more about Coen, another OC of mine, in later HG series posts. But just know that basically he was tribute that you mentored with Nikolai when you were seventeen and he died. Yeah. RIP Coen you beautiful S.O.B. you were liked while you were here.
So you don’t get with Nikolai until you’re like. Twenty. Sorry but I don’t see you guys getting together sooner than that it just doesn’t make sense for the both of you.
So one day you’re at home in Victor’s Village for District Two. Your house, being farther from most of the others, ends up becoming Nikolai’s pretty much second home. You spend all your time together; you share your meals, even share your bed with him. Nothing happens in that bed, obviously, even if you’ve begun to look at him differently lately.
Let’s be so for real you never looked at him as just a friend throughout the entire time you’ve known him but the line just wasn’t crossed okay?
But the two of you had been sharing some wine and acting stupid, dancing around your kitchen as you played music on the stereo. When you both stopped, your arms around his neck, his around your waist, the two of you laughed for a second before you were looking up, your nose brushing the side of his when your turn your head.
You both freeze a bit, neither pulling very far apart as you get a good look at one another.
His blue eyes focus on yours for a moment before he’s dragging his gaze slowly down to your mouth, his hands on your waist tightening. You cant help it, honestly! Blame the wine okay! But suddenly you’re pulling him closer and somehow you’ve ended up on top of the kitchen counter and he’s kissing you deeper and deeper.
^ me and him
#nikolai lantsov#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov x reader#nikolai x reader#shadow and bone imagine#fluff#the hunger games#the hunger games Au#catching fire#katniss everdeen
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Hunger Games Nikolai Masterlist
General Series: One, Two
Clips: One
HC’s: After the games
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I just want you to know that every time you write nikolai you slay oh my god. like girl you are spoiling me!! and you always come up with some fresh new au that has me kicking my feet like a twelve year old with a crush
I love you thank you!!! If you have requests or headcanons PLEASE send them I love adding to my Nikolai lore
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ONE MORE QUICK PREVIEW
"Something many tributes and common citizens don’t know is that victors, especially attractive victors, can be sold off by President Snow as a form of prostitution. This happened to Finnick and you both; since the year you won you’ve been sleeping around with the highest bidders in the Capitol in exchange for gifts, money, and, in Finnick’s case, secrets. You hate them all. You hate them with every finger pressed to your skin, every brush of a mouth, every whispered statement between sheets that don’t belong to Nikolai. If you hadn’t done this, though, Coen would’ve been hurt.
And now, you suppose, thanks to Snow, Nikolai would be, too."
#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov#nikolai x reader#nikolai lantsov x reader#shadow and bone imagine#the hunger games#catching fire
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Hi Pookies I've been working on a Nikolai x Hunger Games fanfic for a while and wanted to give you a preview before we wrap up Modern Nikolai. Lemme know your thoughts :)
Quick Info for help: Reader is 22 in this, Nikolai is 25. District 2. Takes place in Catching Fire and a bit after.
The victors are going back in.
The victors are going back in.
You lurch off Nikolai’s lap and dash to the bathroom, your dinner rising up in your throat. You're barely inside the room, barely on your knees, before you're retching into the toilet.
"'The tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors.'"
Your body shakes as you vomit, both from the force of the tears rising and from being sick. Momentarily you register Nikolai beside you, his warm body wrapping around yours, his lips against your hair in an attempt to give you comfort. I don’t want to go back, you think. I don’t want to relive the horror. There are many victors in the pool from District Two but the knowledge that it will undoubtedly be you chosen has you unhinged.
You remember, suddenly, when you volunteered at fifteen. You had been raised believing that you would bring glory to your district by competing but, after winning, you felt like you'd lost a piece of yourself. No sane person would feel good after slaughtering children. Children. Nikolai had been your mentor, then. At nineteen he had tried his best to put you back together, a shell of a girl, and afterwards he’d been the only person you'd trusted besides Coen. Coen. Your lover. Your closest friend. After he died, you trusted no one but Nikolai.
“I can’t.” You say.
“I know.” He murmurs over your gasping.
“It’s not—”
“I know.”
“It’s not fair.”
But nothing is fair, is it?
You turn suddenly and look at him. Your fingers grasp his face with enough force to bruise but he doesn’t flinch or move away--he never has. His eyes, that familiar, gorgeous blue, stay locked on yours. Your hands cup his cheeks and bring his forehead to yours, your eyes squeezing shut. Nikolai lets out a ragged breath and holds you against him, one arm flushing the vile concoction down the toilet before scooping you onto his lap. He runs his hands over your hair and holds you, just holds you, until you calm down.
“You know you’ll be picked, right?” He whispers, but of course you know. Nikolai has never been one to sugar-coat things and he won’t do it now, God bless him. “These games will most likely be rigged. They’ll pick you on purpose because of—” He stops, but he doesn’t need to finish. Warner. The victor who killed Coen only five years ago.
He’ll be there too, you know it.
“I know.” You mumble.
“I’ll volunteer.”
“No.”
“I won’t let you go in there without me. You—”
“Damn it, Nikolai, no.” You snap and shove off him, standing up. You snatch up your toothbrush and try to ignore him, your entire body trembling. Then you realize—he won’t have to volunteer. If it’s rigged like he’s suggesting, then he’ll be there automatically because you love him and the Capitol knows it. You make a strangled sound and bend halfway over, your toothbrush shaking inside your mouth.
“Y/N...” Nikolai murmurs as you finish, drying off the toothbrush. The tears on your face are warm and salty when you turn to him, your eyes meeting his.
“I wanted you to live. I wanted us to live.” You say, your voice hoarse. That's the deal, isn't it? You fight and kill, you degrade yourself, your sell parts of yourself you can never get back, only for what? To be sent back to the slaughterhouse? No. No.
“You know that this is because of Katniss.”
Your body tenses and the old feeling of hatred rises up from when you watched her games. Because of Cato. Because of Clove. Because of every tribute that died in that arena, whether it was her fault or not. You can remember how much you despised her after she and Peeta were allowed to survive their games, but you feel as though this punishment is crafted uniquely for her. Two victors won’t make it out alive, now. Besides—she’s just a kid. Who are you to blame her for saving the boy she loves?
“I would’ve done the same thing for you.” You say weakly and he knows you're referring to the berries.
“You mean Coen.”
“No.” Your voice comes out harsher than you thought it would and Nikolai’s eyebrows furrow. “I would. For—for both of you.”
He watches you for a moment before taking your face in his hands. When he kisses you, you immediately think about how this might be one of the last few kisses you can share. One of the last few times he'll make you feel like you're melting into him. Nikolai presses warm and soft, gentle, loving kisses to your mouth. He pulls away and tugs you against his chest, his hands gripping you tightly.
“The difference between Katniss and I,” he says, tone gentle, “is that I would’ve killed myself in that arena if it meant your survival.”
HAPPPPPYYY HUNGA GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES
#nikolai lantsov#shadow and bone#nikolai lantsov x reader#wattpad#fluff#nikolai x reader#knight nikolai lantsov#prince nikolai#catching fire#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#katniss and peeta#thg#the hunger games
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Hi! Can you please write the next part for ‘the summer i loved you’? Im literally in love with it so much!! Thank you
I swear I will soon but give me some ideas
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