Sigh. I’m A Weak Slab Of Meat, But I Can Live With That.

They were never ugly, they just never met your unrealistic standards of how someone’s “supposed” to look.

..Price being told to kill Nikolai because he’s being suspected of giving away info and having connections to Makarov, as well as helping him get more weapons.

..Price being devastated because— what? Nik wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s known since he joined the military wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s spent countless nights with telling his deepest, darkest secrets to wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he shared his first kiss with, who he gave his heart and soul to, wouldn’t do that.

…The Nik that he’s let around his boys, that he’s let into his life, wouldn’t do that.

..he has until Friday to do it, to put a bullet in his lover’s skull. If he fails, then they’ll get Nik and him for suspicion of cover up. Hell, maybe they’ll beat Nik bloody in front of him(or vice versa), who knows?

John’s at a loss on what to do, so he calls his old captain for advice. At the end of the conversation, he’s left with two choices: Play by the kings, or Play by the sword.

I think the choice is obvious.

Retired NikPrice owning a shop of sorts. I don’t know what shop, but I’m thinking it’ll be one of those dual shops where one side has something and the other side has whatever.

I think Nik’s side would definitely be model aircraft’s built from legos, sticks, anything you can think of. Even layouts or sketches of a helicopter or a fighter jet.

Price’s would definitely be a book shop or a sweets shop. He has just about every book or every candy you can think of, and it’s even themed to an old 90’s shop.

The boys come to visit every so often when they can, being sure to trade tales for goods or just simply going to enjoy the company of their old Captain and Pilot(and when the two leave the Earth together, they’ll be the ones to run it).

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.

I wanna post smth before Christmas but can’t think of anything😩😩 any ideas??

This might be a bit weird, but hear me out:

Greekgod!Price sneaking off to go see Castout!Nik during the night at the peach tree where the two lay at each other’s sides and tell stories of their weeks or past adventures, maybe sharing a kiss or two here and there before John has to go.

Greekgod!Price eventually being found out and being sentenced to death before being saved by Castout!Nik, the two falling through the clouds and into the mortal realm where they are found and cursed by Zeus, turning into marble statues in a rundown building where they are eventually found and placed in museum, destined to be together yet damned to be alone forever.

(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.

cw: omegaverse, state coercion.

I've been slowly chipping away at an omegaverse thing alongside the Mafia AU (which I'm hoping to publish chapter 2 of by the end of the week, I just got in my head about it).

Price stared at the yellow envelope on his desk and felt nothing but numb resignation. He had known it was coming. Mac had called him into his office a week ago to inform him that the military exemption was being withdrawn, that restrictions on suppressants were coming. There was nothing he could do. Parliament had voted, the people had spoken.

Sorry, John. Really. Mac's face had been pinched.

He tapped his biro on the side of his calf, shifting his ankle across his knee as he turned a little closer. Needed to open it. Letting it marinate a little longer inside the envelope wasn't going to change the ink on the page. No matter how much he willed it to.

The biro clattered across the desk as he cast it aside and snatched the letter up. He had mentally prepared for it, but that didn't stop each word feeling like a punch in the throat.

“Dear Cpt. John Michael Price VC CGC DSO,

We are writing to inform you about the formal end to the military exemption under Article 4 Paragraph 3 of the Public Order and Welfare Act as of the 22nd April 2023. Following the repeal of the…”

His gaze blurred. His list of medals at the end felt like an added slap in the face. At least they had used his rank. He took a deep breath and forced his eyes to refocus a little further down, skipping the waffle about the democratic vote that had stripped him of his rights and dignity.

“...you will be required to mate formally within six months of the end of your exemption. If, for whatever reason, you remain unbonded by 22nd October 2023, your time in service will be concluded with full pension, and you will be retired to a pack house for further care.”

There are parts of it that are so hard to write. Like Nik wrestling with his happiness, almost sickened by it, because he finally has John but he can never be sure it's real because John's hand was forced, and John trying to prevent his resentment from spilling over onto a man that has only ever been loyal, patient and respectful. And not wanting to write Price 'giving in', but trying to find some kind of balance, some happiness, in a situation they're forced into.

This may never see the light of day. It certainly won't arrive before the Mafia AU is done. But... Yeah, I'm suffering.

UGH, this so was scrumptious I had to come back a second time to enjoy it😩😚

Nikolai takes Price out to every match, or musical, or meeting, every concert, or conference, or convention, that he can find.

Because he didn’t get the chance to go out, where he was before. He didn’t get to experience the world around him. Nikolai didn’t get to leave the bubble he grew up in, because it’s hard to go anywhere at all with nothing to your name.

Price, if he’s honest, hates it. The next time he gets dragged out to some drag show he doesn’t give two shits about, or a five-hour lecture about some old Latin bullshit, he swears that he’ll kill someone.

That is, until he glances up at Nikolai on the train home. The way he’s smiling, mostly to himself, before looking away and out the window.

From that night onwards, Price shows up when he asks without hesitation. Whether abroad, or local, he goes to Nikolai’s side.

Because as much as he may hate spending hours in sweaty convention halls, watching his back, he hates Nikolai being sad more.