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The Price is Wife | Part 2

Part one here *Part one includes ace!wife!reader coming home to find John has brought home a boyfriend and packs a bag to spend the night at a hotel because why would John need a wife if he has a boyfriend???

Tear stains on your cheeks led to a cool washcloth on your face before packing all of your clothes back into your luggage. You didn't know if you would be able to book this same room for another few nights.

Digging your nails into the palm of the other hand you focus on breathing. The bright color on your nails makes you think of John. Fuck. He had paid for this set. Dammit all and beyond, you didn't want your marriage to end. You love John, he had to be one of your best friends. With a little wine in your glass you would even call him your soul mate. He would laugh and lay a kiss at your cheek, thanking you for the honor.

You loved that man so much you couldn't, wouldn't, stand in his way of being truly happy. John longed for more physical affection than either of you was comfortable with. You knew that John would thrive under the kisses of his boyfriend. Guess you would request a transfer at work and file uncontested.

Halting those thoughts before you started sobbing again you flap your hands at your face to keep your eyes from leaking. Your makeup was done lightly today, knowing you would be crying most of it off in John's office after work despite the setting spray.

Three meetings. That is all you had to get through today. You could buy yourself comfort food on the way to the hotel. Might even splurge and rent an overpriced movie. Yeah. That sounded like a plan.

First meeting drags, sending the following two into overtime and you to missing lunch and clocking out an hour later than you originally planned. The idea of putting food in your face makes you nauseus. Any food will taste like sawdust right now.

The first person to notice something is wrong is the gate officer. Office Madida had been letting you on and off base for a few years now. The man's bright smile fit so neatly on his dark skin that to see him without one would almost signal the end of the world.

"Ah! Mrs. Price, here to see your husband?"

Offering a wan smile you nod, "I'm a bit late. Would you call his office to let him know I'm here?"

"Of course! Give me a moment," Madida grabs the phone from its cradle and punches in a series of numbers. He looks you over smile slipping as he takes in the whole of you. "You doing alright Mrs. Price?"

The title slices at you. It won't be yours for to much longer. Your wan smile is now watery.

"Not really, but I appreciate you noticing."

He holds up a finger as he speaks into the phone. "Yeah, I've got Mrs. Price at the gate. She's asking that Captain Price can meet at his office?" He lifts a brow at you to confirm. At your nod he continues, "I'll send her in now. No, she won't need an escort she's been visiting her husband for nearly a decade."

Fuck a duck, your next anniversry would be ten wouldn't it? A hiccuping sob bursts past your lips. The hand you slap to your mouth doesn't prevent Officer Madida's sharp look as he hangs up the phone.

"Go and park Mrs. Price. Give me five minutes to get a replacement out here and I will walk with you."

You do as commanded, tears streaking down your face as you settle the car into park. Madida opens the door and reaches in to turn off the engine when he arrives. Thankfully you have nearly sobbed yourself out when he arrives. He walks close to you, deference and defense in his body language.

Officer Madida leaves you after John's voice rings out at your knock. Stepping into his office feels like the first time you did two weeks after you had gotten married. He introduced you around the base, proud to show off his new wife. The same drab brown covered the walls, a blanket you had crocheted him for your first wedding anniversery lay across the couch he kept for naps. The only real change in the room had to be the drawn look across John's face.

For a man who should have been happy to lose a wife and gain a husband he looked dreadful. Deep eye bags and his unkempt beard tell of a hard night. Maybe as hard as yours.

John rose slowly as you shut the door behind you. His eyes searched yours.

"Are you ready to talk now?" The gravel in his voice stings as if you were flung across it.

The lip quiver starts first. "What is there to talk about John? Why would you me when you have a boyfriend now? We are friends who sometimes kiss and share tax benefits and a flat. That's not much compared to someone who can love you the way you deserve and fills your needs and your bed."

Tightening your nails into your palms and your arms around your ribs you watch your husband round his desk. John's broad hands settle on you, one at your face and the other on your elbow. Your eyelids drift closed at the familiar, safe touch.

"Why would I want to trade one love for another?" John whispers, voice breaking.

Lifting a hand to lay across the one on your face you open your eyes and match his tear filled gaze.

"I can't see your boyfriend being okay with you keeping a wife. I can't be the reason you don't get to be happy."

John's hand slide around to the back of you, pulling you into a hug.

"The first thing I did," John spoke into your ear, "When Nik kissed me out of the blue was tell him about my wife. The woman who holds me as I cry and pokes fun at me until we both laugh. My best friend, my soul mate. I told him about our arrangement, and how anything with him could not hurt what I have with you. You're allowed to be selfish."

You are sobbing now, wrinkling John's shirt with your tears and your grip. Selfish isn't something you have ever been allowed to be. Asking for your parents to show up to important dates in school, graduation, etc were always met with cries of being selfish. Your sibling had an event that day already, or they had a work event. John had been the first to put your first.

Being put aside so often by those that claimed to love you it only made sense to step aside before John could do the same.

"No, I'm not. Selfish is always the word people use to say I am asking for to much." Sobbing harder the past pains work their way out through your grip on your husband. "Why didn't you tell me John? I would have understood. I want you to be able to be loved the way you deserve."

"Honestly?" He chuckled a bit, "I was so excited for the two of you two meet that I didn't think it through."

Pulling back from John you give him a look he is expressly familiar with. Sometimes your brilliant, SAS-trained, Air Force Captian was dumber than a box of rocks. At this point, you chalked it up to a function of testosterone.

"You forgot to tell your wife that you were bringing your boyfriend home?" The deadpan delivery has John's ears pinking up.

"Nik also called me an idiot after I explained that you were heading to a hotel for the night. He was looking forward to meeting you. If you're okay with it he is probably outside the office waiting to talk to you," John gives you the softest of smiles.

There is a light knock at the door.

"I want you both, and if there is anything you need from me to keep both of you I will do anything to make that happen." John speaks with the seriousness that made you believe he would fight god and win.

Pressing a light kiss to your lips John opens the door to his lover. Nik observes you with a cool indifference. The deepening wrinkles around his eyes tell you he might also be nervous.

"Would you like to see my helicopter?" His accent is thicker today than when he introduced himself last night.

You nod, and John offers your hand to his boyfriend. Nik takes your hand, tucking it into the corner of his elbow as the two of you wander further onto base. Passing no one on your way neither of you is ready to break the silence.

Leaving the building behind both you and Nik take a deep breath. Glancing at him you find Nik looking at your already. Both of you laugh out your big breath of air.

"I hate being in the base buildings for too long. Makes my skin itch," you offer.

"I dislike all the brown," Nik replies in return.

"What did John tell you?" You broach the subject first.

"He told me of his wife. Of her kindness, her self sacrificing ways, of the kisses you share, and the happiness that fills him up so much that I fell in love with coming from you."

No change in his tone or side glance at you. The feet attached to your body would have been rooted to the ground if Nik did not keep careful pressure on your hand, pulling you forward to the helicopter now within sight.

The ache in your chest that had started last night when John called Nik his boyfriend flared to life again, an improperly cared for fire.

"First thing you will need to learn," you cover your mouth with a hand, "Is that you can't say nice things like that to me. I cry if you are too nice to me and you are in love with John so you don't want to comfort his wife."

Nik blinks at you slowly, observing. He gives no inclination as to what he saw but lets your hand fall as you reach his helo. He opens the side door and invites you to sit down with a pat of his hand. Sitting next to you Nik does not say anything for a long time. Swinging your feet you prod at your emotions until you can parse them out enough for words. Your palms wear patterns up and down the thighs of your pants.

"I don't want to lose him, Nik. But he deserves to be happy and I know he will be happy with you. He's talked about you before, for years now, I just never realized he liked you more than as a friend. A word from you and I will file the paperwork today. It's an odd agreement between us. I knew it would end for him one day when he found someone to love and love him in return." Your voice breaks as you fight back the sobs. As if the cliffs could fight back a storm.

He pulls your hand from your lap, threading his wide fingers between yours. Hair dots his knuckes. He does not offer platitudes, or unfounded words, simply holds your hand as you weep.

"You love John. I also love John. Part of the love John carries is for you alone, and it would shatter him to lose you," Nik pauses until your sobbing has slowed enough to hear him again. "Give us a chance to learn to love each other, as friends and as those who love the idiot that is John Price."

Someone else calling John an idiot sparked a bark of laughter.

"I would love to learn to love you Nik," squeezing his fingers tight in yours you stand.

Nik joins you. Releasing his hand from yours he settles both against your face. Placing a kiss to one cheek and then the other, he finally places a kiss on your lips. The two of you share a smile and a nod of understanding. This would be a time of transition and of growth, but you both loved John enough to make room for the other.

The kiss Nik pressed to your lips did not go unobserved. Kyle, with a twisted and complicated relationship of his own he kept under wraps, saw Nik kiss John's wife. Turning and sprinting across the base he found his lovers, Simon and Johnny, reviewing paperwork from their last mission.

"Nikoli is a fucking homewrecker and is trying to get with Mrs. Price!"

That brought all work to a hard standstill.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Bonus

Masterlist

[cr1pt1d-c0r3]

Centipede display

huzzah I have learned lighting!

character belongs to @luluyamofficial

[society-gore]

Regular Show Thomas and The Eltingville Club during/ on my Français test earlier!!

[bumblebeeig]

so…nikoli am i right guys

i am actually un normal ab her

character belongs to @luluyamofficial

[pricetagged]

wip weds

tagged by the lovely @red5tars and @3amfanfiction, and previously by @soapcloth and @stellewriites (thank you 🩷 - sorry, i wasn't very motivated these past two/three weeks!)

Open tags for anyone!

...You heard it as you stood on the damp, stony trail purporting to be a road leading to the bed and breakfast booked for the next week. A traditional two-story karseani– the upper floor for living quarters, whilst the ground floor held livestock. You'd heard the grunting of pigs as you hiked up, further and further, until you were but an infinitesimal smudge on the wind-bent landscape. You'd smelled them too, that musty-sour scent of the barnyard, and you hoped that he was telling the truth – your host, that is– that he used the ground floor only for storage. Mechanics projects, he'd typed. Nothing that should disturb you.

The map rattled in your hands, tugged by a vicious, greedy gale. You fought hard to keep ahold of it, wincing as the wind shrieked and the paper shuddered. A loud, piercing noise, some great ghoulish wail, pricked at your sensitive ears. Barotrauma. A painful blockage, air pressure, that ruined an otherwise lovely flight. The second leg of the journey, post-transfer in Istanbul, and seventeen hours total travel time, but you made it. Kastovia. The first stop on your ex-Soviet sight-seeing stretch. A pilgrimage through medieval spires, stark constructivist architecture, and the raw beauty of the Caucasus Mountains...

[moonlitsnake-art]

You guys don't even know how OBSESSED with @/Luluyams new EP. I literally listened to it on loop for like 2 hours drawing this.

I DREW FANART!!! (I'm too much of a wimp to tag them T_T)

Below cut is just close ups and little words because I FREAKING LOVE LUULUYAM!!!!

I started wanting to draw just Nikoli, but Phanuel snuck up behind me and hit me with a spiked bat. I knew they we going to be fun to draw, but I actually might end up drawing more? Because I love Luluyams music and the characters are so well designed?? The coloring IS kinda ass so I did save one of just the line art but they don't have pupils. For some reason.

GO LISTEN TO THE EP RIGHT NOW!!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥

Seriously. Its SO. FUCKING. GOOD!!!!!

[t3chn00bz]

ART DUMP GO!!1!!1!!!!!1!!!11 -🪭

btw this art isn't just from me, its from a large amount of the sys :3

[de-luluroaches]

I hope you like it luluyam it's kinda messed and I'm not good drawing at this:'), My belove Nikoli- @luluyamofficial

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The Price is Wife | Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

They watched. Observed and notated their findings. Kyle, Simon, and Johnny seethed for months as they watched Nikolai attempt to woo John’s wife. Any time she would come to base they could be found laughing together in his helicopter or sharing a meal in the mess, always without John.

How the hell did Nikolai think he could get away with this?

John, for his part, seemed to be happier than ever before. He yelled less and moved with a renewed vigor on and off jobs. He would spend time with Nik behind a closed door in his office and then meet his wife for dinner with a kiss.

They talked about it off base, all tucked into a bed. Simon lay in the center, arm curled around Kyle and Johnny as they rested their heads on his chest.

“I can’t handle to much more of Nikolai making moves on Mrs. Price. That woman is too sweet to fall for his charms,” Simon murmured.

“If she needed more love, I wouldn’t be opposed to inviting her into what we have going,” Kyle offered.

Johnny hummed, voice distracted as he voiced his thoughts.

“What if…what if John knows? And is okay with it?”

Blinking back into existence Johnny recoiled from the two disbelieving looks pointed at him.

“What?” He asked defensively, “We know it’s possible to have an unconventional relationship and be happy.”

Kyle and Simon had shared a look before changing the subject.

The final straw for Simon was Mrs. Prince waving John goodbye in a robe and welcoming Nikolai less than two minutes later.

Neither Johnny nor Kyle could talk him down from his chosen path. Gathering up all the documentation, photos, and timelines they had collected Simon marched for war. Kyle and Johnny kept pace and passed looks of concern back and forth. Simon didn’t knock when he arrived at John’s door. The door creaked under the weight of his anger.

Looking up from his computer John lifted a brow at his men.

Without giving him a moment Simon slapped the folder of evidence on the desk. Kyle shut the door, no need for witnesses to this breakdown.

“Well, that was dramatic.” His eyes flicked from the photo peeking out to Simon, “Wanna tell me what this is about?”

“Nikolai is trying to steal your wife from under you,” Simon’s fists clenched, shoulders as wide as they could go.

John lifts the cover, paper resting against his nail. Upon opening it all three men watch his face, his posture for any signs of distress. There are none. A picture of Nik and Mrs. Price laughing at a small cafe is the first thing in the folder. Setting the photo aside John leans back in his chair as he reads the comings and goings of each person.

That paper scanned he flips through each piece of information the guys had pain painstakingly gathered over the last four months. The longer John looked everything over and failed to react, the lower Simon’s shoulder fell. Only when all three men stood with neutral stances did John look up from his desk.

His eyes scanned Johnny’s face, then Simon’s, and finally Kyle’s. Taking a deep breath John brought his hands up, palms flat together to rest his fingers against his lips. The snorting laugh that erupted out of him surprised them all. He quickly settled his mouth back behind his hands.

“Now,” John hummed, fighting back more laughter. “While I appreciate…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence, breaking down into gales of laughter as he covered his face with his hands. The three men were now more concerned for their captain than they were before this whole intervention started.

When the laughter finally trailed off and John sat straight again he found himself besieged with searching, deeply concerned looks. Neatly stacking each of the pictures and papers back into the file folder he cleared his throat his started again.

“Now, while I appreciate you three looking out for me,” he snapped the folder closed and lifted it to point at each of them in turn. “I don’t ask questions about your boyfriends. I ask that you leave mine and my wife be. They like having dates and laughing about me.”

Johnny understood first. He snapped an accusatory and triumphant gaze to his lovers and broke out in full Gaelic as he pointed from Simon to Kyle. Without breaking his stream of incomprehensible words he fired off two middle fingers and let himself from the room.

Kyle bit his tongue, nodded twice as he kept his eyes from connecting with John’s, and followed in Johnny’s footsteps out the door.

“Nothing to say, Simon?”

Lieutenant and Captain clash gazes, the latter waiting for the former to fold and follow the others.

“Not sorry we pried.”

John’s chair creaked as he leaned back in it, folder still pinched in his grip.

“Don’t be sorry for it, son. Don’t do it again though.”

Simon turned on his heel, grateful beyond words for his mask to hide the pink tint to his fair skin.

“Hey.”

Looking over his shoulder at John, he lifted a brow.

“I don’t poke for answers I know, but I don’t make them my business either. You and the sergeants have nothing to worry about from me.”

Nodding, heat from his cheeks attempting to burn his mask off his face Simon left his captain’s office.

John laughed on and off all day thinking about the ‘intervention’ his men staged. Unlocking the front door to the flat he shared with you and Nik, John couldn’t keep a grin from his face.

You had claimed one corner of the couch, a book in your hand, and a blanket over your lap. Nik sat on the other, headphones over his ears plugged into a CD player. Both look at him with a smile when they notice his arrival as they set aside their activities.

“Well Mrs. Price, you won the bet.”

The bright look that breaks across your face has John laughing. Sitting up you high-five Nik.

“Let’s fucking go! It was Nik arriving with coffee this morning, wasn’t it? I knew that would get them.”

“Is that what you left for Nik?” John looked up from untying his boots.

Nik lifted one shoulder before dropping it.

“Coffee sounded good this morning.”

John shook his head, smile tucked into his beard at finding the best of friends for a lover and a wife. No man could be as lucky as he.

Masterlist

[djwolfie4812]

So I had a thought- So excited for BURNOUT! (Fanart piece of Nikoli for @luluyamofficial

[society-gore]

I havent drawn him in forever!! I sketched these for fun i think last week.

[tarantulica666]

Sketches for a friend. Swedish speakers, the text might be understandable for you if you can read my handwriting

[void-zzzyztem]

MORE QUOTES BUT LUCIFER LUCIFER EDITION

side note 'Flan' is the human Phanuel (called her Flan to tell apart from Phanuel easier) ((also thats what our Flan prefers to be called lmao))

[t3chn00bz]

I got bored

[peachie-kittie]

First of all listen to luluyam

Secondly OOO nikoli luluyam...nikoli you are so pretty...your song is so pretty....please...Nikoli...save me Nikoli...

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The Price is Wife | Bonus Material

The Price is Wife | Part 2 | Part 3

Shout out to @lialucis for going back and forth on these ideas with me for nearly an hour late at night.

John, after ace!reader mentioned divorce because he found a boyfriend and left for the hotel slammed back into their flat at looked at Nik so seriously and said, "You need to date my wife."

"John... Why would I date your wife? I do not want a wife." "But she gives great cuddles and I can't lose her. I love her and I love you and and and," John tears up unable to force the words out of the vulnerable space in his chest.

@lialucis had this spectacular take from reader's POV "IM MARRIED TO JOHN AND HES YOUR BOYFRIEND WE CANT DATE RAGHARAGHA"

They also thought about John setting his wife and his boyfriend up on "toddler play dates" so they can learn to get along and love each other so he can keep both of them.

The thought was also thrown around of John making it seem to each of them that they are helping the other. "Nik needs to go out, take him with you to the butcher so he isn't bored," he says to his wife. "She really will need help carrying everything home, the butcher she likes sets up at a farmers market," he says to his boyfriend.

There is so much more under the cut I just didn't want to force a forever scroll through the nearly hour of back and forth we had.

@lialucis had the tastiest of ideas of Nik and ace!reader going to a movie without John and him being upset™ when he found out because he really wanted to see that one.

When they offered to see it again with him, John declined and took Kyle to see it instead.

We laughed about SimonxJohnnyxKyle being confused and concerned when Nik and ace!reader getting closer and them thinking Nik is being a homewrecker.

@lialucis "Simon about to cut the fucking fuel lines to the helicopter if he sees Nik giving her a tour of it again"

When Nik and reader get comfortable they laugh and chat in a way that just looks flirty.

NikolixPricexreader go to a bar with SimonxJohnnyxKyle and someone touches reader's ass. Nik jumps into action hauling the guy over by the neck.

"You owe my friend apology."

@lialucis "That bar fight Johns the voice of reason trying to fight Nik back from murder and his wife from assault with a deadly weapon. John squared has to body Nik and Simon has to drag wife away like a feral wet cat Gaz has to get the fuck out before he's evocerated in public"

More silly thoughts from @lialucis about the guys not knowing the agreed dynamics between Nik, Price, and Reader. "And then Nik and Wife start fucking with the boys"

Because of course they do.

Ways that Nik and reader fuck with the guys: reader brings Nik lunch, but not John. Reader and Nik sit in the heli's and eat lunch together and gossip like old hens. Laughing behind their hands at the looks they get from Simon, Kyle, Johnny. It gets worse when John joins them.

@lialucis "Did you see wife today? She had the audacity to kiss Nik's hand better where he cut it. Behind Prices back!" "Ends up calling Nik the homewrecker tramp and hussy" "Because we respect wife in this household" "And Nik dies laughing at being called this"

"You're a fucking homewrecker mate." Nik proceeds to fall out of plane laughing. Replies "me? Wife would gut me if I sneezed wrong on her period last week," wipes tears. Starts chuckling again, "homewrecker."

@lialucis threw out the idea of matching bedazzled shirts "Wife wears a matching one with Nik that says 'home' and 'wrecker'"

She would make some for the guys "Good at making bad assumptions"

When Nik and John piss off reader she goes on dates with the Laswells.

Photos of them kissing being sent to the guys literally just to fuck with them. Like a Laswell on each cheek and a wide wife grin.

@lialucis "The girls having matching rings that wife swaps out with prices"

"I'm going out!" "With who!?" "My wives, they listen to me!"

@lialucis had the stellar idea of "Los Vaqueros visits and Rudy and Alejandro instantly, I see what's going on here"