UGH, the boys finding out that they’ve got some of sergeant Price’s traits is so awesome sauce. Loved this!
The 141 looking at videos of younger price doing things they got in trouble for and got them yelled at by price
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"God, when was the last time he came here?"
"Long enough he doesn't want to bother cleaning this shit out himself," Ghost muttered as he shoves a facemask into Gaz's hands. The dust made it necessary.
Price finally made the decision to have his old storage unit cleaned out. He himself hadn't bothered to do anything yet, but he's convinced the boys to do some cleaning for him. He gave them a list of certain things he's looking for, then to their surprise Laswell did as well. Apparently it was a shared storage unit against Price’s will.
"There's the box Laswell told us to grab for her."
Most of the videos were in boxes marked by young agent Laswell, a clear warning not to touch them to a Lieutenant Price.
As they stuffed certain boxes into the van they arrived in, Soap found an old jacket. Not worn in years, SAS embroidered on it with Price's name proud on the breast. Soap shook the thing violently, to relieve it of any unwanted bugs and dust, before put it on. Almost a perfect fit.
"Hm, think he'll notice?"
Gaz snorts as he dares to open one of the boxes, "You're him made over."
Soap grins despite the sarcasm and starts posing, earning laughter from Gaz. Ghost rolled his eyes at him while he sorted through the boxes. He finally stops next to a particular box, kicking it lightly, "Nik box."
Soap and Gaz immediately dart over. Nik was precious with his mementos. Safe guarded them like a dragon. None of them saw anything he didn't want them to see, not picture or saved bullet casing. Not a single story unless he gives it up. Laswell and Price weren't so closed off and with start up a story from asking.
"Oh- What do you think is in it?"
Ghost lightly kicks the box again before he confidently says- "Nudes."
Soap gags and Gaz cackles.
"The head of his enemies. Or their di-"
"Stop," Soap grumbles as he pulls the box to the side with some of Laswell's.
There was something precious about how close they were, Price getting a storage unit only for Laswell and Nik to shove their own things inside without care. They didn't have any doubt the only protest from Price was only a bit of grumbling before he just let it happen.
“I think Nik wouldn’t let anything… unsavory be left where we could find it. There’s no way he would forget the location of anything sensitive.”
“What if, and hear me out, he’s forgotten with old age?” Ghost countered seriously, Gaz cackling in response.
Soap opens the box without hesitating another second. Ghost and Gaz whipped their heads around to stare as Soap pulls out a large book. It was a photo album with a slip of paper labelling the front. In Russian of course, just like the writing labelling the box.
“Alright, who’s been paying attention in Nik’s sort and somewhat weird lessons in Russian?”
Ghost stares hard at the photo albums front, truly concentrating as hard as he could. Gaz stared for a few seconds, eyes flickering to Ghost a few times, like he was waiting for him to reply. He didn’t, so Gaz did.
“I think it’s along the lines of ‘my sweet John’.”
Soap gags dramatically, “God, is it actually nudes?”
Ghost hums, “It’s not like we haven’t seen them naked before.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to see anything else beyond basic locker room shit.”
They were delaying, even though all of them desperately did want to know what was inside. But none of them made a move, just staring at the photo album while also eying each other. After a third minute of rather uneasy silence, Ghost sighs loudly before he grabs the photo album.
“Well, might as well. What’s one more piece of trauma?”
He unties the string keeping it closed, taking a step back before taking a deep breath, bracing himself. Soap and Gaz stared at him, waiting. So Ghost flipped open the album.
“Oh.”
Soap and Gaz shared a look before looking back at him, “Oh?”
Ghost flips a page, then another, before looking up, “They’re candids. A lot of them.”
Soap and Gaz finally look, and he was right. Each page was several pictures of a young Price just existing. Some of him napping in odd places, stuffing his face with questionable looking food, arguing with a young Laswell — He was just existing. And his behavior displayed in the photos were familiar.
“Johnny, weren’t you napping under the table the other day?”
“Weren’t you stuffing your fast with the shit you found in the back of the fridge?”
Gaz takes over the photo album, fondly looking at the pictures. Several photos, if not all, were taken clearly without Price’s knowing.
“Good to know Nik hasn’t lost any love,” the countless times Gaz has caught the man taking pictures of Price without the man knowing. He really wanted to know what his photo gallery looked like.
Suddenly, Soap gasps. Gaz looks up and Soap is holding a video camera, grinning madly.
“Sex tapes.”
“Simon!”
Gaz eagerly reaches for the camera, “Let me see!”
He saw the box it came from, labelled by Laswell. It was safe to look through… maybe.
He messes with the camera, laughing gleefully when it still turns on. Ah, they don’t make them like they used to.
“This is history!”
“And blackmail,” it was clear why Ghost was here. He never would pass up an opportunity to hold something over someone’s head, even the people who could make him disappear.
Gaz selects a video and starts playing it, watching the tiny screen intently. He wasn’t expecting to witness a past event of Price arguing with a currently unknown SAS officer, one that appeared to out rank him. He was cussing the man out with his full chest, and Gaz couldn’t help but look up at Soap.
“… what is it? I hear yelling.”
“I think we took after Price more than he realizes.”
Soap and Ghost were on either of Gaz now, watching the tiny screen with their chins on Gaz’s shoulders. Gaz played another video.
This one started with the camera facing a grinning Laswell, none of them could recall ever seeing such a mischievous look on her before. The camera switches over to show Price sitting on top of a cabinet with a guitar in his arms. He was clearly waiting for someone to come through the door by the cabinet.
“Do you know how many times he’s bitched at me for climbing on furniture-“
“Shh!”
Price was grinning at the camera and Laswell, and then an infamous figure they’ve all heard of but saw few photos of walked through the door. Captain MacMillan left his mark on Price, but clearly Price also left a mark on the man. Upon entering the room, he turns to say something to Laswell, then Price aggressively started playing the guitar.
“JONATHAN YOU CUNT-“
Laswell cackles as MacMillan grabs Price’s leg, dragging him from the cabinet. The camera cuts off right as the cabinet comes down with Price, the shock on his face blurred on the screen as the video ends. Gaz covered his mouth and Ghost leaned away. Soap chose to break the silence.
“I think he would throw us into a lake with bricks tied to our feet if we showed him this.”
“Clearly we make copies.”
They knew he was trouble in his youth, but this? Oh this was hypocrisy. And Laswell was in on some of it? Oh this was blackmail for sure. Ghost got what he wanted.
“Copies, Kyle. We need copies-“
Yes, they all were in on this. This was worth it.
This is so silly😭❤️
HIIII! I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW ROACH! You made him look so badass! 🤎
OH HI THANKS (but I don't make anything look at him he is just like that by himself I guess??)
Oooh, I luv activities🤩
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This.
I need to see Nikolai beat someone up all bloody while furiously swearing in all 8 languages he knows
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).
Ugh, GIVE ME MY GLOW UP NOW!! I DESERVE IT!
During the few months that the two get to know each other, (MafiaBoss)Nik begins to notice a few things about (FancyEventSinger)Price.
He notices how he has his own style despite his manager wanting him to wear tighter clothes to gain more attention. He notices how he expertly maintains eye contact with people in the crowd, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He notices how he seems close with three of the bartenders and waitresses there, and he also notices that sometimes, the man can be forgetful when a lot is on his plate.
Kinda like now.
As Nik was waiting at the back entrance after another performance he saw John come out with his usual satchel and in a different, more comfortable outfit, but one thing he noticed he was missing was his jacket, and he didn’t like that because— what the fuck? It’s fifteen degrees and it’ll only get colder from there, so where is this man’s jacket?
“I forgot it at home. Had stuff to do.”
“And you did not think to come to me?”
“What’s the need? My car has heat anyway, I’ll be fine.”
“Then I guess you will also be fine when you turn into— euh, what do you call it..— uh, Frosty the Snowman.”
John lets out an amused chuckle, and Nik feels his cheeks getting hotter.
“My point is,” he clears his throat. “you need a jacket.”
“And where will I get that from?”
Suddenly, he feels the weight of a long leather jacket on his shoulders, and John feels it for a second before looking over to Nik.
“This is expensive leather.” He huffs, brows furrowing as he begins to take the jacket off. “I can’t wear that.”
“And why not?” Nik asks as he stops him and pulls it tighter around his body.
John looks at him before huffing again, brows furrowing deeper as he looks Nik over.
“And what will you wear? It’s 15 degrees just like you said.”
“I am used to cold temperatures, like- uh, yes, Elsa. The cold never bothered me anyway .”
John let out a genuine laugh at that, and suddenly Nik found himself wanting. Wanting to have the opportunity to see him smile, hear him laugh at his jokes. Wanting to be near his endearing personality more often than just seeing him whenever he performs. Wanting to be a constant in his the singer’s life because— once you’ve found the sun, why go back to a match?
Nik walks John to his car per usual, and John hands Nik back his coat despite the Russian’s pleas of wanting him to keep it(it felt good when John had something of his, smelt of him).
“Stay warm Nikolai.”
“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”
John just rolls his eyes and gets ready to close his door but stops, brows furrowing just a tad.
He then gets out and comes up to Nik before giving him a light kiss on the cheek, stepping back to watch the way the Russian’s cheeks heat up despite his own ears burning hot.
“Felt wrong to leave without giving you something.” John muttered, watching Nik’s eyes light up.
“Right.” Nik said, unable to peel his gaze away from the Brit even as he went back to his car and began to pull out of the parking lot.
At the Russian’s continuing stares, John rolled down his window just to yell at him.
“Get back inside! It’s cold out!”
“Right!” Nik shouts as he walks backwards to the door, damn near tripping over his own feet.
(And if wishing for more kisses in the future was criminal, then lock the both of them up.)
Imagine NikPrice wearing one of those corny but funny couple shirts and Nik’s says, “I come in peace”, while Price’s says, “I’m peace”.
Not that anyone cares, BUT:
My recent Pinterest collages!^^ I’m especially proud of the Grey one because of how full it looks. The red one is cute, but not as much as the latter.
UGH, John being an aggressive little prick when he’s flustered is so him.
He does things without thinking sometimes, so one day when Nik decides to comment on his freckles he curses the man to the moon and back before leaving with his heart pounding out of his chest.
Nik finds it endearing too, likes to see the man get riled up at his comments and scream at him or get physical, and though Nik is stronger than John and can easily subdue him, giving him the illusion that he’s putting Nik in his place is fun to watch.
One day though, when Nik finally decides that he’s had enough of the sass and the insults, he’ll carry the sergeant all the way to his helicopter in the hangar, sit in the pilot seat, and make John ride his thigh until he’s a whining, whimpering mess.
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?😓
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.