I Don’t Think People Talk About How Magical Snow Is. Like, Yeah It’s Cold Outside And It Makes You

I think that Price has an unhealthy addiction to any sorting or organizing game.

When he first got a phone he didn’t really use it much because— what’s it good for except making calls and texting when needed, or reading the weather? But when he sees an ad for a game called Nuts Sort.. it was over from there.

Nik didn’t really mind when he saw his husband first playing it. In fact, he was happy that John was using his phone for something other than mundanity. But when he begins to play it in the middle of sleepless nights or when Nik’s trying to serenade him, the Russian begins to grow irritated because now that “stupid granny game”(as he’d call it) was taking up his love’s time and attention.

So.. if the game so happens to disappear from his phone the next day and Nik fucks him feverishly over their dresser to help him forget about the game forever then.. ah, who gives a shit right?

Hairless cats are underrated. Hairless guinea pigs are also underrated

Thoughts on hairless cats? I think they’re cute, but my sisters think they look like a raw turkey😔

BALD CATS MY BELOVED. Do I think they look like plucked chickens? Yeah, does that make them any less endearing? No.

So you just gonna shoot me 57 times huh? Alright, that’s cool.

The day Mac dies, John doesn't lose it like everyone expects of him. He gets the call, it was a car accident that killed him, MacMillan died on impact and he didn't suffer. There were no flashing memories in his mind, no thoughts of those he'd leave, he had no time to think about the end of his life before it met him.

John doesn't drink, he doesn't scream and he doesn't pick a fight. He continues on about his day as usual. He isn't detached, he's fully present and he continues on as his day was planned because people die every day. Mac isn't special, nor would he wish to be treated like he was.

He's fine, it's shitty but he's fine.

And then three days after the call he nips into Tesco, needs to buy some cat food and find a pack of cheap lighters because he lost his last week. That's when he sees them, standing in the biscuit aisle, he looks at a packet of Tunnock's Caramel Wafers and something in his crumbles. Because those were Mac's biscuit of choice.

The Scotsman would have one every day when it was possible and he'd offer John one every day despite the fact that John has never liked them and Mac knew that. he just did it to be an arse.

Those were Mac's biscuits but Mac is dead and suddenly years of John's life seem meaningless as he stands there in an aisle in Tesco because the man whose face featured so often in his memories is one of a man whose body is now in a casket.

John wonders briefly if grief is a being that he can not see because he can feel the hand that cracks his ribcage to reach into his chest and maul at his heart.

Firm believer in sassy/bratty!price supremacy.

Legit foaming at the mouth over this (series?). Damn near about to have a stroke out of pure excitement for the next part.

nobody asked but here's Part 2 of Mafia Boss Nikolai / Hitman Price. Part 1.

Nikolai was currently pinned to the ground by a very strong Englishman. One that he's grown accustomed to for a few weeks now. Noticing his presence in every room, the little hints he leaves behind of his visits to Nik's quarters. Nikolai didn't feel threatened by it, even now, with a knife pressed to his throat.

"Go on, then. Do your job." Nikolai smiled under him. They came close a few other times but the hitman was unlucky. Nikolai always found an escape in this little cat and mouse game they had going on.

Nikolai was also aware of the effect he had on the other man. His grin grew wider, so it wasn't a fruitless effort after all. Judging by the wide blown eyes of the man on top of him and his quickened breathing. Did he hit a nerve?

Price was unfocused, staring at Nikolai's face so close to him, his words echoing in his head. This was finally it. He came here to finish the job and collect his prize. After all that running around, Nikolai was finally under him, defenseless.

But it felt wrong. Something was off. Why was he grinning? Price brought the knife closer to his throat, nudging the soft skin under his hands. He was aware of the movement on his lower body but decided to ignore it. Nikolai was playing with him. Mocking him. Price hated it. Hated how his brain became cloudy just because the man grinded against him once. Goddamn him for being so gorgeous. Fuck.

Price snapped out of it by the sounds of footsteps rapidly approaching. It had to be Nikolai's men. That'd explain why Nikolai was so relaxed. Price grit his teeth before drawing himself back, cursing under his breath. "Damn it."

Nikolai had that shit eating grin on his face still, not even bothering to get up from the floor, he looked up to him. "Until next time, then, John."

Price froze on the spot. Hearing his real name from the man he was supposed to kill sent a shiver down his spine. Nope. This job was fucked from the beginning. It shouldn't have come this far. Price dreaded the implications of it, the inevitable stain on his record. This man was too much for him.

He had to move before he could think too much about it. Until next time it is, he thought to himself.

**

It's been a few weeks after that occurrence, Price laying low for a while to gather his information (and his head) together. He had to take a step back. Nikolai, the actual fucking target, was too much of a distraction for him, with the way he became so frustrated that he'd end up emptying a load into his hand while angrily muttering the Russian's name on lonely nights.

Price turned the key and entered his apartment, too caught up in his own head to notice the signs of an intrusion. The lights were off, but before he could turn to switch them on, he found himself being pushed against the wall with force.

The wind was knocked out of him, Price in shock, as strong hands grabbed him by the throat and pulled him close. "Hello again."

That voice. "You.." Price rasped out, struggling to breathe as he squirmed under the man. It was him.

"Been a while, thought I'd pay you a visit." He had the same teasing tone in his voice, which Price loathed.

Price struggled for a while, trying to get himself free from the mans hold, but the hands on his throat were too strong, taking his breath away and fogging his mind. He decided to focus on his breathing instead.

"Now, now, I'm surprised you didn't notice the car in front, I expected you'd barge in with a gun in your hand, but I guess you were distracted, hm?" Nikolai kept teasing. He could feel the man grinning despite the darkness in the room. Price hadn't noticed he came closer, bodies pressed together now, too busy trying not to suffocate.

"You and I are going to have a talk, but I need you to behave, okay?" Price could feel Nik's breath on his face, his expensive cologne hitting his nose, dizzying him even further. He wanted more of it.

Nikolai patted his cheek before he released him, taking a step back to let the man collect himself, currently in a coughing fit. "I know you won't do anything stupid. So how about we sit down?" Nikolai turned his back and walked into the living room, taking in the surroundings. He didn't turn on the light, just observed Price's living space as he sat down on the couch. The dim light coming from the streets were enough for the two to see each other.

Price fell to his knees, trying to collect his breathing after almost getting his windpipe crushed. Fuck, the man was strong. And he'd be lying if he said that didn't set something on fire in his stomach. Having his body so close to his, their groins pressed together, the hot breath on his face and the threatening hand on his throat. The sick thrill of it all. He was fucked.

Nikolai greeted him with a smile as Price finally entered the room, following his lead and sitting down across him. He could kill the man right here, right now. Nikolai came to him, willingly, not even armed. After all that chase, after everything. It was all confusing to John. He needed answers before he finished the man.

"Why are you here?" Price said flatly, his voice a bit hoarse, staring directly into the other mans eyes. He felt uneasy under Nikolai's gaze, it was as if the man was considering something, looking him up and down. Didn't help the fucking butterflies in his stomach when the man licked his lips thoughtfully before speaking,

"I believe we haven't had the chance to talk properly before, no?" Nikolai replied with a smile. Price could tell he was enjoying this.

"No, reckon I was too busy trying to do my job."

Nikolai paused for a moment, "Ah, right. Your job. I assume it's killing me." Price kept staring at him.

He continued, "I must say I'm flattered, John, nobody has ever come this close to actually finishing me, you know?" He didn't break the eye contact. "Someone must really want me dead." He chuckled.

"Why are you here." Price repeated again. He didn't know where Nikolai was going with this, and he was getting tired of the mind games. He hated everything about this. Failing at his job, his own frustrating feelings towards the man sitting in front of him, the stupid grin on his face and his annoyingly charming accent, he hated it all. He wanted to wipe that grin off his face with a punch, or a kiss, whatever worked. Damn it.

"You see, this isn't my first time dealing with people who are out to kill me. I've handled many of them, finished them with my own hands. But you, I must say, you've picked my interest over the last few weeks."

"Yeah? What's so special about me, then?" Price replied.

"You're.. how to say, persistent. Normally I would have you executed after the first attempt, but your methods are.. different. I am quite charmed by you." Nikolai said, his eyes never leaving John's. "Too bad you want me dead, I could've used someone like you in my... business." Price knew that's not what he meant. He'd be stupid to think this was a simple "job offering".

"You came all the way here to compliment me?" Price was amused. He didn't know how to feel about the fact that his interest in the man was clearly mutual.

"Da. You could say that." Nikolai grinned before continuing, "But also it'd be nice if you told me who sent you after me. I would hate to ruin such a pretty face like yours just to get that information."

Price swallowed, the words sending shivers down his spine. If he had any doubts about it before, this cleared all of them.

[aaand I got stuck. The dialogue kept going, as bad as it was. Just so you know they're definitely fucking. The tension was evident and they both want to fuck each other stupid. thanks for reading this far???????????? i doubt anyone would tbh]

(Dragon Hybrid) Sergeant Price defends (Human) Captain MacMillan and damn near tears the face off a higher up for him putting his hands on his captain.

This is followed by hybrid detainees grabbing and tasing Sergeant Price until he was out cold before they chained him up and took him away to a holding cell until he woke up.

(I don’t have much for this, so if anyone wants to finish, BE MY GUEST!!)

Just want you to know that you write NikPrice angst so beautifully. That helicopter explosion? Still one of my top tens

Ah man, this just made my entire morning.

At first I thought it was kind of rinky-dink and got nervous because I find myself to be pretty ass at anything angst like, but seeing this gave me a whole new level of confidence which I will forever be grateful for.

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I’ll stop yapping your ear off now(but seriously though, thank you bunches! More angst WILL be coming soon🥰🫶🏾)

Price riding Nik and milking him for everything he has while said Russian whimpers and whines because he’s overstimulated and is not allowed to do anything about it.

You think price was born with that bear swag or did he have to go through twink death to earn it

That fucker definitely had to earn his bear swag.

Like, I can imagine he enlisted for the army at a young age and didn’t really go through all of what puberty had to offer yet, so he was around 5’7 and all bones. But soon, after going through hell and back with training, people, and sometimes bullying, he bulked/toughened up over the years and eventually turned into the big bear he is today.

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Sometimes the team will ask to see pictures of him when he was a kid or a teen, but since he doesn’t have many pictures of himself during those times of his life, he just shows them a fresh-faced Sergeant Price standing at attention in his old base’s courtyard(however, if they were to call his old Captain for pictures, they’d get that and videos of Sergeant Price up to his no good shenanigans).

Mmm, immortal Nik losing his world while still living in a world he no longer wants to be in. Delicious.

WIP cause I've finally accepted I'm never finishing this

I'm back with more immortal Nik and mortal price guys. It's actually so fun. I have so many ideas.

Bitterness.

This is the only word that Nik could use to describe everything in his life.

There's a bitterness in watching the man you've spent an eternity with rot and waste away.

A reminder that time, no matter how fragile it is, still existed.

There have always been a few people, people who find themselves unfortunate enough to be forgotten by time and death themselves. Immortal beings, where reality wraps around them, creating an illusion of an ageless, timeless being. Lost to time, lost to humanity.

For a man who had seen empires rise and fall in centuries, who have survived through senseless times of cruelty, where the only thing that mattered was the chance to survive, Nikolai still certainly hasn't gotten the immortality act down to a T.

He slips out sometimes, reveals some secrets from tongues long forgotten, talks about people long dead and gone, their body returning back into mother nature's loving embrace. He still is human at the end of the day, and he still needs someone in his life.

He chugs down the bitterness in the back of his throat and drives on anyways.

It's a 5 hour drive to Manchester from London, but the exhaustion seems nothing compared to the end goal. Nik carries on, letting the DJ on the radio wash over his thoughts, a picture of a love now dead hanging over the windows.