WEAK😭

Goodness gracious.

Sorry for asking this question, but recently I really wanted to read something very sad (mmm... suffering ☺️) so I'm turning to you.

How would John react if he caught Nikolai with someone else? What would happen to their relationship then?👉👈

Oof. This one hurt.

cw: Nik cheats; I genuinely don't think he ever would, fyi. This was more an experiment in 'what if'. I thought about doing it from the perspective of 'they're not exclusive and Nik has had mixed messages', but I went for maximum pain.

Price had wanted to surprise Nik. Turn up at his hotel room, take him out, fall into bed for a bit, and then go pick up the kids from his sister's. The usual. He hadn't expected that day for his world to be ended by a pair of blue eyes and a jawline he could cut paracord with. Maybe ‘ended’ was a bit dramatic. Sure, it felt like it, but he had survived worse. He kept telling himself that. Over and over.

He'd never been one to cry, but he had blubbered like a baby behind the steering wheel of his Landie. The image of Nik with the blond in his arms, the hickie on his neck, kept circulating in his head like a taunt. It was there now as he stood in his office, Nik in the seat behind him, bright behind his eyes as he stared into space.

Price couldn't even look at him. When he did, he wanted to feel indignant rage, but all he felt was hurt. Misery. Betrayal. He needed his anger but all he wanted to do was cry more, and he no longer felt safe showing Nik that soft underbelly. He kept his face turned away.

“John, I…”

“I need t’ get tested,” Price said quietly, like Nik hadn't even spoken.

“I wore protection. I would not put you at risk of…”

“Really, Nik? Can I trust ya word on that?”

The words cut deep. Nik knew Price couldn't. It wasn't just their relationship he had discarded, but twenty years worth of implicit trust. The idea that Nik always had his back had vanished in a cloud of expensive cologne. Price lifted his left hand and ran his thumb over his wedding band.

“It was a mistake. I was foolish, I…”

“How many mistakes? Once, twice?”

“Twice.”

The knife sank just a little deeper. “So, you had to make sure then.”

“John…”

“Just him or have there been others?”

“No others.”

Price didn't respond. He just couldn't trust him. His thumb nail caught in one of the grooves of his wedding ring. Til death do us part. Did this count? It felt like death. His heart felt like it was about to give out any minute. “What did I do to deserve it?”

“You did nothing…”

There it was. The surge of rage. Price turned to look at Nik for the first time, his fists clenched and shaking. “Don't fuckin’ lie to me. No one shags some poxy bit on the side if they feel like they're eatin’ well at home. So what? What was it?”

Nik gazed up at Price with those warm brown eyes that had made Price fall in love with him. Had those eyes looked at the other bloke like that? Price felt his own prickle with tears again, but he made himself look.

Nik said nothing at first, and then his chin dropped as he sighed. “You are a brilliant father, a loving husband, but you are… busy.”

“Busy,” Price repeated, and he hated how his voice broke around the word. He turned away again, drew in a stuttering breath, the back of his wrist to his mouth.

“I made a… selfish choice. I…”

Price had taken a different role with the Army so they could have a family. Consultancy with a few away missions. It meant he commuted to base, but he could still do the bulk of domestic shit kids needed. He was busy. Busy building the life he thought Nik wanted. Perhaps they hadn't been intimate enough for a while, or…

“I will understand if you want a…” Nik swallowed, “...a divorce.”

“No,” Price said. “You ain't gettin’ off that easy. The kids need their dad, even if he's a lyin’, cheatin’ cunt. They don' need t’ know that. They worship you. And ‘m not doin’ the single father shit.”

“Then, how do we… what…”

“Open marriage. Can't trust ya not to do this again. You can shag who ya like, so can I. Wear protection, get tested every month. Kids don't see or get told any different. Then, when they've flown the nest, we sign the papers.”

Nik sat in stunned silence for a while. Price couldn't turn to look at him because a tear had escaped. The truth was the thought of being touched by anyone else disgusted him. He felt dirty now, like someone else’s dick had somehow touched him through Nik. Nik swallowed, and spoke finally. “I do not want anyone else.”

“At the moment. You jus’ got caught. Give yerself time.”

“John, please…”

“Is it the thought of someone else shaggin’ me, Nik? Is that what's hurtin’? Good. I hope it fuckin’ does.”

Fuck, he might just go and do it anyway. Find some random bloke at a club and let him go at it. Nik would see it, smell it. Maybe feel even a tiny shred of what Price did now. The thought of another man's hands on him made Price feel sick. He only wanted Nik’s. His heart broke all over again and more tears tracked down his cheeks.

“Then I would like to go to counseling,” Nik said.

“Whot for? So ya can get better at lyin’ t’ me?” Price asked, incredulous.

“We have another twelve years together. Maybe more. They do not need to be twelve years of suffering.”

“Shoulda thought of that before gettin’ yer dick wet in some twink.”

“Not for me, John. For you.”

“Get out my fuckin’ office before I decide collectin’ on your life insurance is a better shout.”

“John…”

“Now.”

The chair legs scraped as Nik stood. For a terrible second, Price felt his weight linger near. His entire body ached for those big arms to wrap around him, offer comfort to his broken heart, but he knew that act had been contaminated now. Poisoned. Nik had taken even that.

As the office door closed softly, Price managed to hold it together. The moment the footsteps had faded, he grabbed the chair Nik had been sitting in and threw it across the room. By the time he'd finished, his office looked like the CIA had been in to turn it over. He sat in the middle of it, his knees clutched to his chest, and sobbed until he was dry heaving.

He'd survived worse. But this was the first time in his life he'd wished it'd killed him.

I think that Price has an unhealthy addiction to any sorting or organizing game.

When he first got a phone he didn’t really use it much because— what’s it good for except making calls and texting when needed, or reading the weather? But when he sees an ad for a game called Nuts Sort.. it was over from there.

Nik didn’t really mind when he saw his husband first playing it. In fact, he was happy that John was using his phone for something other than mundanity. But when he begins to play it in the middle of sleepless nights or when Nik’s trying to serenade him, the Russian begins to grow irritated because now that “stupid granny game”(as he’d call it) was taking up his love’s time and attention.

So.. if the game so happens to disappear from his phone the next day and Nik fucks him feverishly over their dresser to help him forget about the game forever then.. ah, who gives a shit right?

..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.

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.

Seeing John mad gets Nik all hot and bothered. He likes seeing those baby blues turn furious and narrowed, and he especially loves when his lips move faster than his brain and he says whatever’s on his mind to whoever he wants.

It takes him back to when they were younger and John was nothing but a quick-witted, smart-mouthed Sergeant who had no regard for authority or the President himself.

His favorite thing, however, is when John directs his anger at Nik, because then he can break him down from that anger and take his sweet time building him back up into a pliant puddle of mush in their bed(or whatever surface they crashed onto).

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.

I think that Nik and Price enjoy thigh-fucking, Nik moreso than his lover.

Nik especially loves to get between John’s thighs after they’ve come back from the gym and one spent their time actually working out while the other spent their time fantasizing about the many positions they’d put their S/O in.

It doesn’t matter if John’s hot and sweaty, to Nik, it just makes everything easier because now he doesn’t have to waste time lubing up and can instead just slide on in!

If John gets overstimulated and tries to move his thighs apart, Nik will hold them together with all his might and speed up, causing his husband to cry out and whimper until he’s putty against his chest.

(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!!)

Mr. and Mrs. Smith but it’s NikPrice.

Hi!! This might seem a bit silly, but I’ve been thinking about it for the past few minutes and can’t stop.

Do you think that Nik likes to pop John with the kitchen towel sometimes? Like, he could be cooking, washing dishes, and all of a sudden Nik would come up behind him and POP!! Now John has a little red mark on him bum and Nik’s on the couch for the night.

We love a bit of silly!

I don't think Nik would be on the couch, but I do think he'd learn quickly not to bite off more than he can chew. Price humbles that man.

Single child Nikolai thinks he's doing a quick flick of the towel against one pert arse cheek, he'll get a satisfying squawk and that'll be the end of it.

But no.

Oh-ho no.

He's just picked a fight with a bloke who grew up in Merseyside with a younger sibling who went for the bollocks when she flicked a damn towel, and then trained at Sandhurst where the latent homoerotic play fighting often took the shape of flicking another cadet's naked arse on the way out of the showers. Nik's fuckin' toast. They'll hear the yelp when that towel connects with his backside or thighs back in his beloved Mother Russia.