I Like To Think That When Price Gets Mad, He Gets Petty.

..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.

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 👀

LOL WHAT?? TS GOT ME DEAD🤣🤣

John, who snuck out to the patch of forest behind base to smoke a cig and take a swing of the Guinness he was not supposed to have, seeing how he had just gotten discharged.

Nikolai, who was hiding out behind a tree, with the sole express purpose of making sure a certain John Price doesn't sign his life (and liver) away so close to his retirement.

Laswell who was in the forest to video call with her wife, because she can't do it in base. (Least the rest of 141 starts calling her wife their other mother)

John stumbles over his footsteps, half drunk, causing Laswell to throw a rock in John's direction. Nikolai ends up tackling Laswell to the ground.

They both watched as John tripped over the rock Laswell threw, face planted himself on the floor and promptly started snoring.

The video Laswell had on file contains the maniacal laughter of Laswell as Nikolai grows red and stands up, tending to his very passed out husband instead.

John just loves older men with long hair🤷🏾‍♀️🤷🏾‍♀️ who can blame him😏

If Nikolai is at home he'll let his hair airdry whenever he washes it because he has no reason not to and whenever he does it curls at the ends. Like really curls at the ends until it's brushing up against his ears.

It drives John's insane. He's never so badly wanted to run his hands through someone's hair and he refuses to mention how much it's grown in hopes that eventually, it'll be long enough for Nik to put up.

Nikolai might be the one putting his hair up but John will be the one hitting his knees.

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.

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]

I’m getting into working out(yes this late, LEAVE ME ALONE!!) and goodness gracious, why didn’t anyone tell me how taxing running is??

I started off strong; did four and a half laps, and then all of a sudden my thighs start to sting..

…

WHAT??

Why are my thighs stinging?? I’m in marching band, I do weightlifting, and my thighs are stinging? So I walked for a while, and then seated jogging again.

..

I did about two laps before walking again.

So uhm.. point of this little rant is that if anyone has any advice on how to jog, it will be much appreciated.

Nik likes to fuck with Price by putting his hands up the back of his shirt and touching him with his freezing cold hands(this earns him an ass-whooping, but he’ll do it again).

In another universe where John has an amazing family(no drunk dads allowed!) he brings Nik over for the holidays and boy oh boy do they stuff that man with food. I’m talkin’ ham, rolls, gravy, whatever you can think of(and Nik being Nik, of course he’s gonna get down).

“Johnathan, do you not feed this man? He’s practically bone!” His grandma says as she fills Nik’s plate up with another round of turkey and gravy.

“Nana, he’s well fed. We cook together every night.” John says with a cocked eyebrow and a sly grin, glancing over at Nik who’s busy trying not to choke on the rolls his aunt was feeding him. “Goodness, don’t kill him auntie Julie!”

“I’m not trying to!” His aunt exclaims as she pats Nik on the back. “Just tryna fatten him up is all.”

“I am— appreciative.” Nik says as he scarfs down the last of the rolls, cheeks flushing as John reaches over to wipe the corners of his mouth. “But trust, I eat enough with my husband. He fattens me up every chance he can get.”

John nods at this.

Suddenly, one of John’s nieces looks up at the two of them and grins widely.

“When are you having kids? I want a cousin!”

The table erupts into commotion. John and Nik blank out for the rest of the evening.