(Fugitive)Nikolai Needing To Lay Low Somewhere So He Wouldn’t Get Captured And Brought To The Gulag

..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.

This.

I need to see Nikolai beat someone up all bloody while furiously swearing in all 8 languages he knows

Firm believer in sassy/bratty!price supremacy.

The first time Mac met Nikolai was when his sergeant had disappeared to go have a smoke outside base to “clear his head”, and was found later by his captain getting his guts rearranged in the back of the criminal pilot’s helicopter.

Mac hated Nik’s guts ever since then. Fucking his sergeant like some wild animal and thinking he wouldn’t find out about it? Not to mention the age difference. While Johnathan was 23, Nik was a smooth 32.

Old bastard.

He quickly gets back into the captain’s good graces though after he’d saved his team from a botched mission, as well as left his favorite biscuits, mint crisps, and a bottle of expensive whiskey on his desk as an apology. Not to mention that a perk of having Nik around is that he keeps John busy so that he’s not a pain in his arse all the time.

Where he’d been drawing penises on Mac’s very important paperwork, he was now helping Nik fix up his helicopter or doing his own paperwork across from Mac’s desk with the pilot by his side watching on. Sometimes they’d even read together, and Mac found that sweet.

What the captain liked the most though was when he could call on Nik to handle John when he was being pissy.

All it took was a quick text or phone call when the brat’s back was turned, and then suddenly Nik is pulling John out of his office with a “happy” expression on his face, claiming that they were gonna go “fix” his helicopter.

Little did John know, it wasn’t the helicopter that was gonna get fixed.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Something something Omega John Price has an attitude, something something, Alpha Nikolai fixes it something something.

Hopefully, when the economy gets better and I get out of college, I’ll make lots of money, be single with no kids, move states, and have a 90’s-early 2000’s looking house with a deep undivided sink, a deep bathtub with tile flo- everything, warm lighting, and just.. early 2000’s everything.

I’ll have records of my favorite artists on the wall, a record player that’s awesome sauce(because I’m awesome sauce), and my wardrobe will be filled to the brim with cool clothes that I wear 24/7(because I’m cool). I’ll have a red convertible beetle with daisy rims, and when I ride in it with the ceiling down, I’ll have chunky shades to shield my eyes from the harsh beams of the sun. And I’ll also have a chunky purse with mad accessories and decorations like pins and keychains, and whenever I walk you’ll be sure to hear me from a mile away(because I’m that girl).

Point of this post is, some people’s American dream is to make good money and get married and have kids and live a stable life, and that’s great, but my American dream is to be rich, be financially stable, and just have fun. Any problems I experience along the way is just character development.