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on-a-lucky-tide · 3 months ago
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Fic idea that I am feral about right now because Wayward Son played on my walk this morning.
cw: Nikprice, alternative universe, mentions of torture, canon-typical violence, mention of internalised homophobia, Supernatural influences (sorry).
So, my partner commented on how Nikolai is like Price's guardian angel, because he always seems to be there when Price needs him (including when Price explicitly says it's a "one way trip"; Nik finds a way).
I laughed at the time, then promptly got headshot and threw the controller down, but wait.
What if he... is.
Sergeant Price dies in an Al Qaeda prison cell. They torture him for days, pushing his body into shock and then eventually into organ failure. Even with all the training, there's only so much a human body can take. Because he has done some pretty heinous shit already by this point, obviously his soul has a one-way ticket to the hot place and it ain't Mallorca.
But he has a fan.
An angel that has been watching him for a while. Price comes from a Protestant family, and he used to pray almost every night for god to make him "normal". To take away the unnatural feelings he had. To help him make his family proud. The angel used to listen and want to intervene, to tell him he's perfect the way he is, but there are rules.
After the... incident, Price stopped praying. (For those that know my headcanon, it's that, but I won't go into it here cause it would need a whole plethora of tags.)
The angel noticed.
In fact, he (we're going with that because it's Nik, but we all know angels are a... they? it?) misses the sound of Price's voice. He heads down to find out what happened and ends up visiting Price as he joins the service, becomes the very best, works hard, but always carries that deep sadness. He commits himself to getting dirty so others don't have to. Knowingly, given his faith, putting his soul on the line. The angel falls in love with Price, body and soul.
When Price dies, the angel can't stand the idea that someone who sacrificed for others is condemned to hell, simply because of what he had to do. So, he rebels. His last act before he is cast out is to wrench Price from hell and deposit him back into his body, and his first act on earth as one of the Fallen is to occupy the body of a lost and conflicted Russian Pilot, pushing him to accept the enticement of the US and the UK so Nik can reach Price. The guy has all but given up on life, so it's a mercy, really.
Price wakes up in an open mass grave and scrambles over to the corpses to safety. He doesn't know how or why, but he doesn't pause to think. He finds a radio, manages to get a message out, steals some weapons and some intel, blows the place sky high. Gets a medal.
The medics on base give him a clean bill of health but for some bruising and a broken bone or two. It's a bloody miracle.
A few weeks later, Price meets Nik for the first time because he's been drafted in as a pilot, and, for some reason, feels like he's known him for a lifetime. Nik thinks Price is the most beautiful thing in this world and the next, and wants to spend another few billion years looking into those blue-blue eyes.
The angel doesn't know why. Perhaps it's because he's so human. So flawed, so broken, so grizzled. Price isn't the dark underbelly of humanity and he's not the glittering hero; he is the scrappy, stubborn, imperfect, beautiful reality of the human condition, without apology.
To Nik, he's perfect.
And just... the heartbreak, the fear, the yearning, as Price falls for this tall, dark Russian who is always there. Always looks at him like he's worth something. Battling with the internal conflict of what he wants and what he should want, and realising the only thing holding him back now is the ghost of a man who can't hurt him anymore.
The betrayal, the disbelief, as Nik is forced to reveal what he is. The apology, the love confession, from both sides. The god damned wing kink when Nik takes them in the wilderness, high enough so that Price can almost touch god as Nik makes love to him for the first time; great, dark wings wrapped around them as if they could shield Price from ever being harmed again.
Nik ties his soul, his being, to Price's mortality. They'll grow old together, they'll turn grey, and after a billion years the angel will die at his lover's side, knowing that wherever their souls might end up, they will be together.
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goalieflashflight · 5 months ago
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Baby I will be your painted clown
If the only way you will eat is by wiping the whip cream from my face, then the pie sits in the tin awaiting your throw
If the only water you will nourish from is the fake flower on my lappel drink deep. Your watered giggle the only refreshment I need
I will clean you with my never-ending hankie chain and change your drawers with the fresh, heart printed pair at the end
If the only touch you can stand is pressure I will pack our car with our clown friends and ensure that the warmth and comfort surrounds you wherever you may travel
The bucket of confetti has you smile and I swear it is worth every letter I wrote and cut up telling you sweet nothings. You do not need endless poetry just a limerick as you shower under my devoted print
In short, if only a clown can make you enter the ring, then I will purchase the horn and honk to your entrance, tripping over my love for you
Darling do not fear a true clown is on their way
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napping-sapphic · 1 year ago
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Picture this: we eat a truly absurd amount of mashed potatoes and then go to sleep
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ink-the-artist · 2 years ago
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“Social media has made this generation so narcissistic and self centered everyone’s always posting selfies and posting about everything they do during the day” shut up. The human desire to show you exist and you were here is innate and we’ve been doing it since the days we were leaving hand prints on cave walls
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dustofthedailylife · 2 years ago
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No thoughts, only Kaveh gingerly wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and placing featherlight kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.
And upon inquiring what he's doing there, he just replies with: "Is a man not allowed to appreciate a fine piece of art?"
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hyoukanee · 2 months ago
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For Syladin enjoyers out there 💙
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serenadeofsunshine · 16 days ago
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Me when i get youuuuu
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blabbershere · 4 months ago
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Is love an act of giving or just a leap of faith in a person you find good enough to take that jump for?
Ruth Winters // Leap of Faith
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ofmdee · 2 months ago
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ed before he met stede 😞
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aeolianblues · 18 days ago
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HEY UH WE ALREADY HAVE THIS AND IT IS CALLED YOUR MUTUALS’ ASK INBOXES
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napping-sapphic · 10 months ago
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Sure it’s still only january but maybe i am already mourning again that i won’t get to make origami flowers for someone this valentine’s day leave me alone
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kissdeficiency · 8 months ago
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okay, we know that blitz likes to give (silly) nicknames to people he cares about, so . . . what do you think he’ll give stolas when they start dating? 👀👀
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eff-exor · 1 month ago
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good mornnnninn sweeties <3
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honeypleasejustkillme · 2 years ago
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🪱✨food for the worms✨🪱
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livelovecaliforniadreams · 2 years ago
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loganlermanstanaccount · 11 months ago
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How about some Christmas themed oneshots 😋
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on it boss 🙏
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