Just Want You To Know That You Write NikPrice Angst So Beautifully. That Helicopter Explosion? Still

I don’t care WHO or WHERE I get it from, but I demand more omegaverse!NikPrice asap😾.

Every other person in power is dying except those who actually need to die. Like— wtf??

Y’know what, screw it, I might just take matters into my own hands atp.

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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.

Johnathan Michael Price is an expressive man when it comes to anything, and that should be common knowledge to anyone who knows or has worked with him.

Angry or upset? He’s frowning and making not so subtle threats(and maybe cursing that thing with everything he’s got in him).

Happy or being a little fucker? He’s got that quokka look on his face and is most definitely going to get kicked in the ass for whatever he did later.

Sad or just downright depressed(aren’t we all)? His face is either blank or he’s brooding in his office, but either way no one will ever see except those closest to him.

Nik, however, gets to see all of it, and if you were to ask him his most favorite trait about his husband, it would be everything(because in his eyes, the man is like a god to be praised). But if he had to choose, it would be that John is an expressive man that isn’t scared to share his thoughts or emotions.

He feels strongly, which is shown through his face and actions, and that’s what Nik loves most about him because— when you’ve been through what they’ve been through, you don’t express a lot. And the fact that John still does shows that he’s more human than he’ll ever know.

Might have to go M.I.A in a few weeks bc UNFORTUNATELY I’m trying to be the responsible 19 year old I am and study for these fuckass exams..

I haven’t had any ideas as of late(likely due to stress), but I’ll try to pump out a few tibbits before splitting for a couple of days.

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It's been hours since the mission had gone rogue.

Hours since Price saw the rest of his team.

Hours since he heard Nik's voice lose control over the intercom, hours since he heard the choking of blood over his intercom.

The room was cold. The chair he was sitting on was poking into his skin. Price could feel the water dripping down his back, making it hard to dissociate. Not that he could anyways. The rope was digging into his skin, and the wound in his thigh would only render him useless if he decided to run.

The room was spinning from the blood loss, and he had nothing within reach to defend himself. And he couldn't see much without the lights, just vague shapes and figures, nothing to access the danger levels by.

They stripped him down hours ago, leaving only underwear to cover his bits. He had watched as the men forced Simon on the ground, tearing the mask off of him, if just for the ability to humiliate the great 'Ghost' by stripping down the only thing that protected him and his identity.

He didn't know where Gaz was, nor Soap or Simon. The last he heard of them were horrified screams from Simon after a bang.

He desperately hopes none of his team is dead.

The gods above him seem to disagree with him.

A few more hours of waiting, and a click. The room instantly filling with light. It blinded him, if anything. Though seeing the room he was in filled with medical supplies did nothing to calm his nerves. A voice flooded the intercom above him as a face too familiar was pushed into the room across from him.

"Mr Price, I must admit. Your team was... Most definitely trained, no? Like dogs on a leash."

Oh.

Oh.

His sweet beautiful Nik. Reduced to something sub human from torture. How did he end up looking like that?

He wants to reach out across the room, to hold the ruined body of his loved one close.

He could tell Nik was still alive, if the way he was still shouting slurs to the men was anything to go by.

But he looks so, so much worse. His hair was shaved off, a large ugly stamp on his head. Labeling him with a number rather than his name. Price noted that Nik too, was naked, though any relief from shared shame was replaced by the horror from the marks decorating Nik's body.

His body, covered in lashes and blisters. His fingernails were bloodied and worn out. Price could see Nik stumbling in the room, the wound on his knees made Price gagged.

Price wasn't too sure how Nik had survived all that and was still faring, still cursing and spitting on one of his captors foot as he watched across from him.

He watched as the men buckled Nik down, strapping him into a chair similar to his as they both stared at each other's.

And suddenly, any rage or disgust in Nik's eyes softened into something human, something akin to adoration, to love.

Although love might have just cost Nik his whole bloody world.

Because the men above saw this, took notice of this, saw how Nik calmed down upon seeing Price (mostly) unharmed.

It's been several hours, or days. Price really couldn't tell, fading in and out of consciousness before buckets of icy cold water were tossed on him.

He's been dehumanised, degraded, destroyed over and over again, before molded back into something vaguely human shaped by the hands of his captors.

He couldn't tell what was happening, not the time, not the place, not the faces in front of him.

All he really could make out was Nik's constant look of horror whenever he looked over to him, his face twisted into something akin to agony.

Price can't tell how he felt.

He felt numb, if anything.

The constant pain from being dehumanised was almost impossible to handle.

He knew he was covered in his own vomit, or blood. Or something that was human in nature. Perhaps shit. Perhaps pee. He can't tell.

He knew he stink, and that was it.

He knew the times when the men would leave him alone, giving him some moment to regain himself before dumping hot water on his back, worsening the wounds already there.

Price couldn't tell what the men wanted. Because they seemed to be torturing him for the fun of it. For the ability to see him crumble down like ash in their hands.

Despair was the only thing he could make out, the feeling of losing himself amidst the pain and tears. The feeling of hopelessness as he finally tore into the rotten raw meat in front of him.

He'd shared rooms with rats, with cockroaches, with bugs that nip at him any chance they got.

And what's worse, at some point, he stopped taking notice of Nik across from him.

Nik could only watch as he sees Price gets tortured in ways he had only dreamt of. A lash there, a little waterboarding there, a bit of isolation, and a little testing of drugs, along with the rodents in his room.

He watches as Price stares at him, helplessly as the bastards pump him full of something, and watches as Price wakes up, crying and sobbing before suddenly laughing manically, banging himself on the shit stained walls.

Nik watches as Price was made to eat something flesh like, raw meat. Before being told it was a rat from the sewers.

Nik who could only watch as his love turned into something...disturbing, something inhuman, something that's more animal than man at this point.

Nik who had to watch on, as Price loses himself.

Rage and fury gave way to desperate screams for them to stop, to do whatever they wanted to him instead.

However, the gods above are nothing but cruel and vile creatures, creatures who must have created the human race just to laugh at them, given them emotions and hopes and dreams just for shits and giggles.

Because Price hadn't moved for over a day since the last time they forced moldy bread down his throat.

Not NikPrice related(sorry), but more Gaz related.

Gaz probably has an immune system similar to a Victorian Child’s. One cough, one sneeze, one sniffle, and the man’s down and out with a cold or the flu.

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Soap calls him “Tinneas” as a joke every time, and he gets punched every time.

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?😓

Imagining young Price being conflicted about his feelings for Nikolai and, to deal with these newfound and strange feelings, turns into a sassy, jerk-ish little shit that does everything in this power to push the Russian away(little does he know, said Russian can read him like a book and finds his actions endearing).

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).