I Don’t Care WHO Or WHERE I Get It From, But I Demand More Omegaverse!NikPrice Asap😾.

(FancyEventSinger)Price performing at a very, very high end (and over priced) restaurant, the band switching from slow orchestras to upbeat jazz and the guests either conversing with one another or swaying to the music.

(MafiaBoss)Nikolai sitting at the bar and quietly sipping his whiskey while listening to the siren-like voice coming from the stage(if he were a sailor lost at sea, he’d surely be dead by now).

Nik stared at him as if he were in a trance, eyes longing, soul wanting, hands tapping against his glass, mind wondering if he could get the gorgeous performer to sing his name like a hymn.

He wanted him, and by all means he was going to get him.

Okay ignore the tag where I said “Google is my only friend”, because it’s fucking not. It’s a selfish, backstabbing bitch liar who gives wrong answers to desperate kids who are just trying to make an easy hundred on some fuck ass math assignment.

Since it snowed Tuesday night, my school’s plans to make us go back today were foiled. Unluckily for us, they decided to give us online instruction, as well as a two hour delay tomorrow.

Now I’m sitting here trying to remember how to do a quadratic function and hoping my absence to my first period class won’t be counted.

Never misses, even in style

WEAK😭

Price walks up to Nik while he's sitting on the sofa, kicks Nik's knees apart as he's shucking his shirt off, chucks a pillow on the floor between Nik's feet. Nik thinks he's about to get head, grins, tucks his hands behind his head and leans back, so ready for a lazy Sunday blowjob.

Ha, nope!

Price slumps his arse on that pillow, back to the sofa and taps his bare shoulder. "Work this knot out for me, love."

Nik flops his head back with a soft chuckle before leaning in to rub Price's shoulders, nuzzling a kiss to his crown. "Of course, solnyshko."

Price's chin drops to his chest as Nik works, legs splayed, arms flopped between his thighs, eyes closed. He's in heaven. Nik can sort his boner out later.

I need to see a thing about John getting bent over his own desk and fucked dumb by Nik until he’s babbling nonsense and his legs are shaking while Nik whispers dirty degrading things in his ear.

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🥰🫶🏾)

This is so awesome sauce

I hope you know that your Omega Price and Alpha Nik are actually sending me insane.

Like this dynamic... oh my GOSH please I'm biting at the bars of my cage HELLO

I can imagine Price being so reluctant to do anything, but like when his heat comes he's both desperate and not wanting too. Idk smt about that UGH.

Don't mind me teehee have an amazing day/night Jack! You're awesome :3

Cheers, bud! I really enjoy omegaverse. But the omega needs to be capable of tearing out throats for it to really pull me in.

I've got a half written thing I've had for ages about Nik and Price getting shot down in a fixed wing aircraft. Nik and Price have to bail and Nik ends up getting quite badly hurt. Price has to carry him to safety under heavy fire. He goes into a protective heat, because that's when omega are at their strongest. (Bit of a spin on it.) And he ends up mating with Nik (Nik's into it). Then, when the rest of the 141 come and find them, Price is so deep in the fervour of heat that he fights them with his bare fuckin' hands. Soap has to clock him in the back of the head while he's hammering away on Ghost's face, because he doesn't see his taskforce, only three threats to his wounded alpha; the father of his pups.

Imagine that feral bastard melting from the shadows of a cave and descending like some fury from hell. Blood in his teeth still from where he claimed Nik.

Seeing John mad gets Nik all hot and bothered. He likes seeing those baby blues turn furious and narrowed, and he especially loves when his lips move faster than his brain and he says whatever’s on his mind to whoever he wants.

It takes him back to when they were younger and John was nothing but a quick-witted, smart-mouthed Sergeant who had no regard for authority or the President himself.

His favorite thing, however, is when John directs his anger at Nik, because then he can break him down from that anger and take his sweet time building him back up into a pliant puddle of mush in their bed(or whatever surface they crashed onto).

Back on my Gardner Price bullshit BUT!

I think Price has mad succulents. Like, I’m talking the prickly ones, the short stubby ones, the long ones, the ones that you don’t even know what is. And sure he likes a pretty flower once in a while, but if you were to step in his apartment you’d see vases upon vases of different exotic plants placed near windows where the sun shined just right for them to grow.

He even has books and journals on which plants are which and what plant needs what to survive.

Nik helps him water them every morning, filling the watering can and spray bottle and spritzing the leaves before watering the soil. On a good summer of spring day they’ll set them outside to catch some proper sun, and maybe Price’ll repot a few while he’s out there.

(Nik’s favorite activity is watching his husband talk to each plant as he cares for them, making sure to be extra gentle with their leaves or stems. They’re his babies!)

UGH, the boys finding out that they’ve got some of sergeant Price’s traits is so awesome sauce. Loved this!

The 141 looking at videos of younger price doing things they got in trouble for and got them yelled at by price

Keepsakes

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"God, when was the last time he came here?"

"Long enough he doesn't want to bother cleaning this shit out himself," Ghost muttered as he shoves a facemask into Gaz's hands. The dust made it necessary.

Price finally made the decision to have his old storage unit cleaned out. He himself hadn't bothered to do anything yet, but he's convinced the boys to do some cleaning for him. He gave them a list of certain things he's looking for, then to their surprise Laswell did as well. Apparently it was a shared storage unit against Price’s will.

"There's the box Laswell told us to grab for her."

Most of the videos were in boxes marked by young agent Laswell, a clear warning not to touch them to a Lieutenant Price.

As they stuffed certain boxes into the van they arrived in, Soap found an old jacket. Not worn in years, SAS embroidered on it with Price's name proud on the breast. Soap shook the thing violently, to relieve it of any unwanted bugs and dust, before put it on. Almost a perfect fit.

"Hm, think he'll notice?"

Gaz snorts as he dares to open one of the boxes, "You're him made over."

Soap grins despite the sarcasm and starts posing, earning laughter from Gaz. Ghost rolled his eyes at him while he sorted through the boxes. He finally stops next to a particular box, kicking it lightly, "Nik box."

Soap and Gaz immediately dart over. Nik was precious with his mementos. Safe guarded them like a dragon. None of them saw anything he didn't want them to see, not picture or saved bullet casing. Not a single story unless he gives it up. Laswell and Price weren't so closed off and with start up a story from asking.

"Oh- What do you think is in it?"

Ghost lightly kicks the box again before he confidently says- "Nudes."

Soap gags and Gaz cackles.

"The head of his enemies. Or their di-"

"Stop," Soap grumbles as he pulls the box to the side with some of Laswell's.

There was something precious about how close they were, Price getting a storage unit only for Laswell and Nik to shove their own things inside without care. They didn't have any doubt the only protest from Price was only a bit of grumbling before he just let it happen.

“I think Nik wouldn’t let anything… unsavory be left where we could find it. There’s no way he would forget the location of anything sensitive.”

“What if, and hear me out, he’s forgotten with old age?” Ghost countered seriously, Gaz cackling in response.

Soap opens the box without hesitating another second. Ghost and Gaz whipped their heads around to stare as Soap pulls out a large book. It was a photo album with a slip of paper labelling the front. In Russian of course, just like the writing labelling the box.

“Alright, who’s been paying attention in Nik’s sort and somewhat weird lessons in Russian?”

Ghost stares hard at the photo albums front, truly concentrating as hard as he could. Gaz stared for a few seconds, eyes flickering to Ghost a few times, like he was waiting for him to reply. He didn’t, so Gaz did.

“I think it’s along the lines of ‘my sweet John’.”

Soap gags dramatically, “God, is it actually nudes?”

Ghost hums, “It’s not like we haven’t seen them naked before.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see anything else beyond basic locker room shit.”

They were delaying, even though all of them desperately did want to know what was inside. But none of them made a move, just staring at the photo album while also eying each other. After a third minute of rather uneasy silence, Ghost sighs loudly before he grabs the photo album.

“Well, might as well. What’s one more piece of trauma?”

He unties the string keeping it closed, taking a step back before taking a deep breath, bracing himself. Soap and Gaz stared at him, waiting. So Ghost flipped open the album.

“Oh.”

Soap and Gaz shared a look before looking back at him, “Oh?”

Ghost flips a page, then another, before looking up, “They’re candids. A lot of them.”

Soap and Gaz finally look, and he was right. Each page was several pictures of a young Price just existing. Some of him napping in odd places, stuffing his face with questionable looking food, arguing with a young Laswell — He was just existing. And his behavior displayed in the photos were familiar.

“Johnny, weren’t you napping under the table the other day?”

“Weren’t you stuffing your fast with the shit you found in the back of the fridge?”

Gaz takes over the photo album, fondly looking at the pictures. Several photos, if not all, were taken clearly without Price’s knowing.

“Good to know Nik hasn’t lost any love,” the countless times Gaz has caught the man taking pictures of Price without the man knowing. He really wanted to know what his photo gallery looked like.

Suddenly, Soap gasps. Gaz looks up and Soap is holding a video camera, grinning madly.

“Sex tapes.”

“Simon!”

Gaz eagerly reaches for the camera, “Let me see!”

He saw the box it came from, labelled by Laswell. It was safe to look through… maybe.

He messes with the camera, laughing gleefully when it still turns on. Ah, they don’t make them like they used to.

“This is history!”

“And blackmail,” it was clear why Ghost was here. He never would pass up an opportunity to hold something over someone’s head, even the people who could make him disappear.

Gaz selects a video and starts playing it, watching the tiny screen intently. He wasn’t expecting to witness a past event of Price arguing with a currently unknown SAS officer, one that appeared to out rank him. He was cussing the man out with his full chest, and Gaz couldn’t help but look up at Soap.

“… what is it? I hear yelling.”

“I think we took after Price more than he realizes.”

Soap and Ghost were on either of Gaz now, watching the tiny screen with their chins on Gaz’s shoulders. Gaz played another video.

This one started with the camera facing a grinning Laswell, none of them could recall ever seeing such a mischievous look on her before. The camera switches over to show Price sitting on top of a cabinet with a guitar in his arms. He was clearly waiting for someone to come through the door by the cabinet.

“Do you know how many times he’s bitched at me for climbing on furniture-“

“Shh!”

Price was grinning at the camera and Laswell, and then an infamous figure they’ve all heard of but saw few photos of walked through the door. Captain MacMillan left his mark on Price, but clearly Price also left a mark on the man. Upon entering the room, he turns to say something to Laswell, then Price aggressively started playing the guitar.

“JONATHAN YOU CUNT-“

Laswell cackles as MacMillan grabs Price’s leg, dragging him from the cabinet. The camera cuts off right as the cabinet comes down with Price, the shock on his face blurred on the screen as the video ends. Gaz covered his mouth and Ghost leaned away. Soap chose to break the silence.

“I think he would throw us into a lake with bricks tied to our feet if we showed him this.”

“Clearly we make copies.”

They knew he was trouble in his youth, but this? Oh this was hypocrisy. And Laswell was in on some of it? Oh this was blackmail for sure. Ghost got what he wanted.

“Copies, Kyle. We need copies-“

Yes, they all were in on this. This was worth it.