I Don’t See A Lot Of Posts Where Characters Get Old, So I Think This Was A Good Change In Pace. It

He most definitely did, if not more piercings God knows where.

okay so barry sloane had an eyebrow piercing in the early 2000s… do we think canonically young captain price had one too 👀

*Chef’s kiss*

Pole dancing Price with 'a little bit harder now' by she wants revenge.

Ok, ok so, Price decides to just, loosen up a little on a Friday night with the other drag queens, yk? Drink a little of those hyper sweet alcoholic drinks that contain far too much alcohol, maybe get a little high off of weed with his boyfriend...

Maybe agree to do a pole dance in the next Saturday show...

Well, ok, one of these things is not like the others, but Price did let loose of being an occasional body model when he was younger, ends up lifting his shirt to show off his gains, maybe let them apply some makeup on him, and maybe he did agree to fill in the spot of a sick queen for next week. It's his problem yk? It's his problem that he got fucking bricked up and swayed from being surrounded by men his size, men who could bend him backside... all equally beautiful, sweaty... Hairy... Happy trails all around... He was almost tempted to reach out and touch some of them.

Hey, he's only human, and he is entitled to his own opinions and feelings, ok?

Well, anyways, he panics the next day, and this was when Nik finds out that his boyfriend already knew how to pole dance (he mentally adds it to his list of videos to find of Price). And being the sweet sweet boyfriend he is, he preps him up, makes sure he doesn't break a joint or something, lends some of his clothes to John (which might be an excuse to just see John in a bodysuit).

Nik joins in that night, and maybe because he's a bitch who likes to show off, invites the rest of the 141 with him, just so they could watch the show together. I mean, would you not want to show off your boyfriend if it was John Price??

It's been a little over an hour now, and the crowd was still going strong. Nik shifts in his seat, eyeing the time. It is getting closer to John's appearance now, and he is tempted to check on him real quick, just to calm his poor lovers nerves down. He almost doesn't notice Price already standing on stage until he hears Gaz mutter a curse under his breath.

Holy fuck, he was beautiful.

Nik almost thinks he's in heaven from how Price looks, how the light hits his face just correctly to highlight the small dimple popping out on his cheek. How he could see fucking piercings on Price tits, barely poking out, how the glittering bodysuit makes him look more akin to a prize. He must have really pleased the sky daddy up there to live long and see this. He watches him do a little crowd work, yk, introducing himself, teasing the crowd the same way he sees Nik does it, lets one of the audience members touch his tits for the fleeting moment. How he was wearing a skirt that covers almost nothing...

He damn near loses his mind when the lights turn off and only a silhouette of Price could be seen from behind the curtains. He did lose his mind when the show starts, and even though Price was behind a curtain, he could damn well see every move he makes, how Price moves so fucking shamelessly now when behind a curtain, how even the crowd seem buzzing with some sort of energy, probabaly thinking of things that Nik was, maybe more.

The song choice did no favours to Nik's mind, only supplying him with more and more scenarios of Price on his knees, Price bending backwards... Price tied up... Damnit, he had always been a deviant, but this was only pushing his limits of imagination.

Christ, was Price always able to move like this? He fucking missed out on this, shit. His mouth went dry as he watched the silhouette of Price drop down, twirling around the pole...

Nik moves in his seat, watching his boyfriend fucking dance for strangers. He makes a note to install a pole in his apartment in the future, maybe sign up for a class himsel-

The curtain drops.

The curtain fucking drops.

Price reveals himself to the crowd, having apparently changed his clothes in the middle of his performance, cheeky grin on his face as he twirls on the pole a little more, dropping down on the ground with a cheeky wink before continuing on. Damnit, what a tease. The rhinestones and diamonds shimmered against the black bodysuit, the light reflecting off of his suit, demanding for the crowd attention on him.

End of the show, and the stage was covered in bills as Price thanks them, slow, provocative, teasing as he bends down, revealing how his bodysuit was made out of lace, leaving everything except for the grand prize showing...

A man could only take so much teasing, really. And Nik couldn't really care that the lieutenant and sergeant were missing, or that Gaz was fucking flushed. He watches as Price heads back stage, deliberately bending down once just to give them a different kind of show...

That night, under the neon lights of the bar and the buzzing electricity of the crowd, no one notices Price bent over one of the backstage prop doors, exactly like how he did on stage after his performance. And Simon keeps quiet about the filthy cock drunk moans he could hear whilst on his way back from the bathroom with Johnny.

(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!!)

Alright, so where the shit is my package..

I need Price to sit on Nikolai's lap while he shaves him with an old-timey razor.

The absolute trust Nik puts in his favorite captain's hands, his own palms resting on Price's thigh, gently stroking them as he watches him work with such affection in his dark eyes. Price is focused, pushing Nik's head back as he works on his neck, blade scrapping against his skin, a steady and precise hand.

When Nikolai gets too eager to touch him, unable to sit still, and the blade leaves a small cut into his neck, all he can do is smile, a short, teasing "oops" leaving his lips as he stares into Price's disapproving eyes.

With a brush of his thumb, John wipes away the small droplets of blood, but doesn't have time to clean his finger on the nearby towel, Nikolai instead grabbing his hand and his lips closing around his thumb, licking his own blood off of John's finger.

"Bloody animal." John says, an attempt at a frown failed by the affectionate crinkle of his eyes.

"You love it." Nikolai answers, letting go of John's hand, but not before placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.

The soft humming that comes from John is enough of an answer, as the captain pushes Nik's head back, resuming his work.

Whoever created words and English can fuck themselves, because what the fuck do you mean there’s a G in lasagna and it just stays silent?

As a matter of fact, who thought it was a good idea to add silent letters to English??

Long story short, English is dumb, and I’m an essay behind.

Imagining a 15 year old John Price coming home from school and seeing his father passed out on the floor in his own vomit and thinking, “Not again” before getting a towel to clean it and propping him up against the couch before going to do his homework.

An hour later when he comes back down to get a snack(aka: whatever he could find in the cupboards), he notices that his father hadn’t moved an inch and goes to check on him, crouching beside the man and grabbing his face.

That’s when he notices the blueish gray hue on his face and the fact that he’s not taking his deep, rattling breaths like usual, and soon he comes to the realization that Johnathan Price Sr. is dead.

His father is dead.

I don’t think he cries. Not for a good while. Instead, I think he just sits and stares at his father’s corpse with varying expressions shifting from anger to despair, to resentment, and even to one of pity.

I also think he yells at his father. Shouting profanities and things like, “I hope you rot in hell!”, or “So you think you can just leave and take the easy way out?! Drunken asshole!”

And once he’s gotten it all out of his system, then and only then does he allow himself to breakdown and cry, clutching his father’s hand to his forehead and squeezing it tight because— he was the only person he had left, even if he was a drunk who beat him over the head with a belt because his mom’s death was his fault. And now he’s gone.

And Johnathan’s alone.

Personally, I'm like, pretty sure that Nikolai loves like a worshipper. To him, John is an ethereal being, someone that is above all laws of beauty. John is the closest thing Nik could devote to. Praises come to him naturally when they are about John, and he could map out John's body in his sleep.

He likes taking care of John, to know that his devotion is happy and well because of him personally. Nik likes grooming John in the bathroom, to have the Brit relax into his arms as he slowly trim his mutton chops (at least that's what I think it's called). He could only watch in silent adoration as John relaxes into the semi normal routine they have, his presence in Nik's kitchen seeming natural. Nik could barely fathom how he had gone so on without John next to him, for such times seem impossible now.

His devotion for John runs deeper than the ocean, and it seems like there is a never ending amount of things Nik could list off about John.

Laswell knows it, the rest of the team knows it, and it seems like only Price is the one oblivious to how much the other adores him. (He interacted with Alejandro for barely less than a day once, and even he knows how devoted Nik is to John). Something about waiting for so long for the man had translated into some form of utter adoration and devotion for him.

John, on the other hand, loves Nik to the point of creation and healing. I dunno how to put this into words, but I'm sure he cut down HEAVILY on drinking and smoking after knowing Nik. He loves the man, so much so that he wants to become a better person for Nik. To grow old and watch your partner grow old next to you seemed like some impossible dream almost a decade ago. And now he sits on the toilet as Nik helps him shave, the russian's movements almost graceful.

John has no doubts that Nik could be with anyone else in the world, with men better than him. But Nik is laying in John's bed, head tucked under John's chin and John finds himself hardly caring. Nik was with him, and that was more than enough.

He also writes little poems for Nik occasionally, words flowing onto the paper freely before he seals it with a kiss. He knows Nik has them hidden somewhere, the russian having said something about the letters being 'too precious for mortal's mind'. He likes tinkering with things, learning extremely useless and niche hobbies so that when winter rolls in, Price could make a sweater for Nik.

UGH, John being an aggressive little prick when he’s flustered is so him.

He does things without thinking sometimes, so one day when Nik decides to comment on his freckles he curses the man to the moon and back before leaving with his heart pounding out of his chest.

Nik finds it endearing too, likes to see the man get riled up at his comments and scream at him or get physical, and though Nik is stronger than John and can easily subdue him, giving him the illusion that he’s putting Nik in his place is fun to watch.

One day though, when Nik finally decides that he’s had enough of the sass and the insults, he’ll carry the sergeant all the way to his helicopter in the hangar, sit in the pilot seat, and make John ride his thigh until he’s a whining, whimpering mess.

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

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.