Alright, So Where The Shit Is My Package..

(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.

Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.

The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.

As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.

The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.

Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.

“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”

Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.

He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.

“Understand.”

The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).

As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.

“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”

It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.

“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”

“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”

“John, and you?”

“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.

“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).

After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.

He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.

Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).

Never misses, even in style

Remember seeing that in class once(as well as the autopsy), and goodness gracious it was something.

If someone can find a blamy with just as much fire power then us Americans might actually be able to recreate it without it being a hoax or an organized accident.

Did you see that Elon Musk did a Nazi salute TWICE durning trumps inauguration??!?!!,! Yeah, I’m only fuming a little. Totally unrelated, how would literally any character kill a man? Violence is on the table.

(For legal reasons, this is not me looking for ways to kill Elon Musk. This is me being angry :) )

Oh, I fucking saw. That Nazi, built like a deep breath looking motherfucker.

God, do you remember Dallas, November 22nd 1963?

Fine weather that day, I think Musk should go and I trust America to recreate the exact circumstances that took place that day.

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?😓

(Add on)

I feel like at first, John wouldn’t pay Nik any mind. He got men like that who were entranced by him, and he’s not studdin’ any of them. He’s just there to make his money, get a few drinks, and leave until he’s needed again.

However, Nik is a persistent little shit and shows up to all of his performances, and everytime John spots him in the crowd the Russian gets a shit-eating grin on his face because he knows that he’s— slowly but surely— working his way into his the singer’s heart.

And work he does.

He’ll walk John to his car at night, offer him his umbrella(even though John probably has his own), buy him a few drinks, and defend him from any men who’re more.. grabby. And even though Nik knows that John is more than capable of defending or taking care of himself, he can’t help but get high off the small red tinge that graces the singer’s face whenever he does what he does, because it means that he’s slowly engraving himself spot in his life(and hopefully soon, his heart and soul).

(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.

Save me big beefy omega nik save me.............

He doesn't even have to be on blockers for everyone to assume he's an alpha - 🚁

Oh, that reminds me! I did begin writing the smut part of that other omega Nik thing. It's still rough as ya like but, eh. Snippet.

cw: omegaverse, heat, breeding kink.

Price yelped as Nik flipped him onto his back, latching onto the thick thighs that bracketed his hips as Nik mounted him. He was so fuckin’ hard, and Nik so wet and eager, that he only slid through Nik's folds twice before finding purchase. Price moaned as he sank back into the glorious heat of Nik's body, nails digging into the meat of his muscle. Nik looked bloody magnificent, with the sweat wetting his body hair against his skin, the unruly mop on his head curling wildly in the heat, dark eyes wide and hungry as they gazed down his full, heaving tits at his captured alpha. Price had never seen an omega like him, never wanted any other because no one else would compare.

Nik's head fell back as he rolled his hips, sliding Price over his sweet spot with a low moan of wanton bliss. He knew the angles that made him feel good, knew how to use an alpha for his pleasure, and Price was a willing tool for that purpose. He marvelled at the delicious vision of Nik's cunt rising and falling down the thick length of his shaft, gnawing at his lower lip, the visual and the physical pleasure melding together to make his entire body glow. He moaned, pushing his head back, lifting his arse a little to meet Nik's thrusts. “God, yer fuckin’ beautiful… gonna fuck you so full, Nik, yer gonna carry my pups. An’ they'll look… ahh, as beautiful as you. Just as fuckin’, mm, just as fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Even after two peaks, Nik was insatiable; wet, shaking with exhausted pleasure, but still desperately seeking. It wasn't just the pleasure he was after; his body feverish with heat, an ache at his core that could only be placated by an alpha’s knot. This was always the most desperate. The first of the heat after so long in denial. When they mated again later, Nik would be more relaxed, perhaps more willing to let Price take the lead, but now he was demanding, ravenous.

Slick pooled around the base of Price’s cock, dripping down his aching balls, high and tight from where he was so close to giving Nik what he wanted. Nik began to move faster, more urgently, his breathing ragged, growls and snarls becoming more frustrated as he chased and chased, the lurid, wet slap of skin as delicious as the desperate whimpers that occasionally broke through, almost distressed at how good it felt to be stretched so well. Price’s heels pushed into the mattress as Nik's slick cunt milked his cock greedily, his swelling knot sinking a little deeper each time Nik bounced against him.

“Fuck, Nik, fuck… fuck…” Price's toes curled, the pressure in his hips like a coiled spring. He didn't want it to end. Didn't want to give up the vision of Nik over him, wild, and dangerous, and feral with pleasure. He walked the tightrope, teetering on the brink, his legs, his arms, his chest throbbing with building pleasure fit to erupt out of his damn pores, Nik's name panting from spit-slick lips kissed and bitten red.

Nik fisted his hair and yanked his head back. Price was too gone to resist, exposing himself to the sharp teeth of his omega. If Nik ripped his throat out now, he would die a happy man. Instead, Nik licked a long strip from the hollow to the coarse line of his beard as he ground his hips down, barely lifting at all to keep Price buried deep inside him, his tip kissing against Nik's cervix. Nik shoved his face against the side of Price's head and growled, the bassy tremor of his voice burrowing right to Price’s primal core. “Give me my fucking pups, John.”

Price grabbed Nik's hips and pulled him down hard, his knot locking them together as his vision whited with the intensity of his orgasm. He could hear Nik’s ecstasy, a delirious “da, da, da” sobbed at the ceiling as he was filled with thick pulses of his chosen alpha’s seed, his powerful body trembling, completely slack with pleasure but for the tight grip of his cunt. Price could feel him squeezing, bearing down and relaxing instinctually through the heady euphoria of being bred.

When Nik curled down, Price lifted his knees, keeping Nik’s hips tilted at a comfortable angle to avoid tugging his knot prematurely. Nik sank gratefully against Price’s chest, licking lazily at the pheromone-soaked sweat on his neck as strong arms encircled his back. Nik was blissed out, floating on a cloud of afterglow, sated and content that he had chosen a worthy mate, and Price knew he would claim him before his heat was up.

tw: mentions of death?

Price and the team pinned down in active combat zone. Patience wearing thin, along with their ammo. Doesn't seem so promising.

Nikolai's chopper up above providing air support and waiting for the right moment to land so they can get the fuck out of there. They are under heavy fire and it'll require a miracle to get them out safely. Luckily, Nikolai specializes in "upside down", so there's still hope.

Except, that hope dissipates the moment they all witness Nikolai's chopper going down in flames, an explosion following it the moment it touches the ground.

They don't have time to mourn, or even process their shock, as the enemy is equally surprised and the team has to use their brief moment of weakness to return fire and clean them all. They're trained soldiers, they've lost men and seen explosions before, they can't stop to mourn the dead in the middle of combat, they have a job to do.

So, in the end, the team makes it out alive. Every last one of the enemy is killed, had to be done. By far the messiest job they ever handled, but sometimes shit just go sideways. Sometimes it goes so fucking wrong that you watch as your comrade goes down in flames.

The ride back to the base is quiet. It all happens too fast anyways, they don't have time to search the ruins for Nikolai's body. Have to make sure they are safe and secure first, that the rest of them are alive and not-injured.

Price is out of it for the most part, his world stopped spinning the moment he saw the chopper explode. His eyes are dull, he doesn't hear anything, doesn't process any of the words directed at him. There is only one image in his head, and it's the helicopter in flames. It repeats over and over in his head.

The boys handle the mission briefing, Price is excused for the day. Hell, he's excused for however long he wants to. You don't just come back from that.

And he doesn't.

He's not sure what's happening at all. He hasn't processed it yet. He doesn't return anybody's worried calls or texts. Not from Laswell, not from his sister or anybody else.

One moment he's standing in his, their, bedroom. The next moment he finds himself standing over the ruins over the helicopter. It has barely been 24 hours, the remains of the crash are not cleaned up yet.

Price wants to see it for himself, that Nikolai is dead. The realization will fully sink in when he finally sees the body.

He's barely holding it together as he scans the area with a flashlight, hands shaking, selfishly knocking on god's door when he knows he hasn't been there in years.

He looks for traces of Nikolai, anything to confirm that he's dead, and yet he finds none. There are traces of blood and pieces of his flight jacket around, pretty badly burnt too, but the man himself is nowhere to be seen. Price doesn't know how to feel about that.

All of a sudden it's too much, and he sinks to his knees. His sobs are the only noise to be heard in the quiet night.

A few weeks pass, or so Price thinks. He hasn't bothered checking the calendar ever since Nikolai died. Disappeared? He doesn't know. It doesn't matter what day of the month it was when he re-lives the same day over and over again anyway.

There isn't any ceremonies made for the man. Only an empty grave with the name "Nikolai" on it for the people who knew him to pay their respects to. Price doesn't visit it. Part of him still believes he's out there somewhere.

His suspicions soon turn out to be true, though the discovery almost kills him on the spot.

A knock on his door, two am in the morning. Price doesn't have to get up from his bed as he's not sleeping anyway, hasn't been able to in weeks. He's exhausted, blue eyes tired and red from crying, and he's not sure if his mind is playing tricks on him as he opens the door to the sight of Nikolai.

There Nikolai stands in front of him. Leaning on a cane, his pretty face covered in scratches and bruises, but he stands there alive. His heart breaks at the sight of Price, and he doesn't know where to begin.

"John.." He can't bear looking at him. At how ruined Price looks, like he can't believe Nikolai is real, like him dying was the end of the world to him.

Price is barely holding it together. Either Nikolai is really back or God is playing a sick, cruel fucking joke on him. He can't tell.

"Thought we lost ya'..." He manages to let out when he finds his voice again, hoarse and shaky. He takes a step forward and lifts his hand, putting it on Nikolai's cheek as if to make sure Nikolai is really there.

And he is, he is there. His skin is warm under his hands like Price remembers. Nikolai stares at his wet blue eyes as he himself struggles with words.

"I'm not easy to get rid of, Captain." He lets out a laugh, leaning into Price's touch.

..might delete this later idk. Seems kinda rushed to me but I had the idea so I gotta get it out🤷🏾‍♀️

Imagining Price and Nik lying on the floor of Nik’s bird and sharing a cigarette during a mission gone to hell.

The team’s dead. First it was Johnny who took a bullet to the temple, and then Ghost and Gaz followed soon after. Price can still recall the sergeant’s dull brown eyes staring at him across the field, and he wishes to burn that memory out of his mind forever. Luckily for him, forever seemed to be right around the corner as a grenade went off just a few inches away from their “hideout”, rattling it a bit and fucking up the tail’s blades.

As bullets cracked at the windows and bounced off the interior, Price looks over at Nik and passes him the cigarette, to which the Russian gingerly plucks it from his hand and takes a long drag, eyes closing for a split second before opening again as he passed off the dwindling cancer stick back to the Captain.

“I’m sorry.” John says after a long beat of silence, not daring at glance in Nik’s direction as the man looked over at him. “Just thought you should know that.”

Nik eyes John for a bit before looking back up at the crumbling roof of his helicopter.

“I do.” He mutters. “Yet I do not know what for.”

John huffs a humorless chuckle and finishes the cigarette before stamping out the butt and flicking it away. “Course’ you don’t.”

The two lay there for a good few minutes after, unspoken words passing between them as the gunfire continues. Suddenly, a grenade is tossed into the broken window of the helicopter and the two look at it before looking at each other.

“Johnathan.” Nik muttered, grasping his hand tightly as he stared into those bright blue eyes. “We will meet again. I will find you, and we will be happy.”

John just stared at Nik helplessly before nodding, a small smile gracing his lips as he held Nik’s hand tighter. “Oka-”

In a flash, the bird erupted into flames and smoke, chunks of metals and bodies and papers flying everywhere until all that was left was the burning aftermath.

When Price is alone, he thinks a lot. So much so to the point where he won’t even be there mentally because his mind is wandering off down the street worrying about the bar that’s closing down later that evening.

Nik doesn’t like it when Price gets like this, especially when something’s just gone wrong. So, to combat his love’s overthinking, he’s found ways to keep him engaged.

Sometimes he’ll talk his head off about his day(Price is a good listener, so he doesn’t mind), sometimes he’ll take him for a walk outside base, and other times he’ll do “childish” activities with him like coloring or building a complicated lego set.

Anything to keep John’s big baby blue’s shining is worth it to Nik, because it means he’s here with him, not just a shell of his husband.

Do y’all think that John likes those iceberg videos and documentaries and shit like that? Because I do.

He’s got to be a big fan of murder or missing person’s cases, or weird shit like the man people have “seen” in their dreams videos.

Do you think Nik gets creeped out by it sometimes, or would he be interested as well? The boys definitely are(except for Gaz maybe, he seems like a documentary kinda guy) and sometimes they’ll catch him in his office during his down time watching it on his computer.

Either way, John’s a creepy critter enjoyer and nobody can change my mind.